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citrinesparkles · 3 years ago

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welcome home.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 2,086 words. notes: requested by an incredibly flattering anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thank you again for the feedback, and for enabling me :) also was subconsciously influenced by this piece. warnings: arguing, discussion of danger, reader gets accidentally threatened, patching up wounds, lots more swearing than my usual (but it's all mild language). angst and comfort, i think. super dialogue heavy. this is so long and a little (lot) messy just. prepare yourself

"man," a robotic voice echoed dangerously through the dark living room, sending chills through you. "did you pick the wrong apartment."

luckily, the voice was familiar. "um, the one i live in?"

he choked out your name, startled, and you flicked on the light switch to find him frozen in place with a gun in his hand.

"right." you said tensely, glancing at it- which made him jerk his hand down, shoving the gun into its holster as though it burned him- and looking back up at the eyes of his helmet. "so, uh, i'll turn a light on next time."

"you shouldn't be home yet," he said stiffly.

"i texted you like, three hours ago to let you know i'd be home a day early."

he swore quietly. "my phone's in the river."

"how did it- you know what, at least that explains the radio silence. you didn't think to have someone else- anyone else- let me know?"

"uh." he paused, tensing almost imperceptibly for a moment. "no. i was, uh, i was busy. i'm sorry."

"busy, huh?" something felt very wrong, and not just the fact that he had nearly shot you. "okay, i'll bite, busy with what?"

"nothing important."

the sinking feeling in your stomach intensified and your eyes narrowed dangerously. "important enough that you forgot to tell me you weren't dead in an alley somewhere, when you knew i'd be texting to check in anyway. leaving me worrying in a hotel room in another city."

"nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to worry about." you were really getting sick of the sound of his modulator, but he continued before you could say anything. "go back to what you were doing, babe."

"yeah... uh, no." you stepped forwards and he flinched back defensively, making you freeze. "seriously, what is up with you tonight?"

"noth-"

"jason, i promise if you say nothing one more time, i'm going to lose my mind."

he shifted his foot back slightly, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you conceded, raising your hands up in surrender and moving backwards yourself. "respecting your space now. that wasn't my best decis-"

your voice cut out when something under his jacket caught your eye.

something red.

"holy crap, jason, what the hell?"

he winced quietly. "you weren't supposed to be home yet, okay?"

"take that stupid helmet off already, would you?" you snapped, already moving to get the first aid kit.

"i would've gone somewhere else if i'd known, okay?" his voice, now clear and crisp without the filter, followed you down the hall.

"that does not make this better!"

"can you please not yell at me right now?"

you dashed back into the room, shooting a vicious glare at him. "jacket."

he slid it off gingerly, dropping it on the couch next to his helmet.

"can you get the armor, or do i need to help?"

even despite the domino mask he was wearing, you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "if i couldn't do it on my own, why would i have come here if i didn't think you'd be home?"

"hm," you took the piece he handed you and carefully set it on the couch, "maybe because you're a stubborn jackass?"

he grunted, sliding his undershirt off and passing it to you. "i don't wanna stain the couch with that."

"your priorities suck."

"it's the nicest piece of furniture we own!"

"it's still a couch!"

"it was expensive!"

"oh for crying out loud-" you threw your hands up again, this time in frustration. "fine! fine. i'll go put this in the tub and get a soak going. you-" you shoved the kit towards him pointedly- "start washing that off."

"how come you're calling the shots?" he snapped back petulantly.

"because my torso's in one piece."

"i have way more experience with this, i should be making the decisions here."

"oh, of course, my apologies!" your voice was absolutely dripping in sarcasm. "what, pray tell, would you have us do?"

he scowled at you for a moment before reaching for the first aid kit and flicking the lid open. "whatever."

you turned on your heel, stomping into the bathroom.

the shirt got thrown into the tub and the tap got tossed all the way on, and as the water crashed into the gray fabric, you took the opportunity to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply.

you opened your eyes a minute later, finding the water dyed a rusty almost-red from blood.

his blood.

you turned off the tap- gently pushed the handle, this time, the fire in your chest now largely extinguished- and made your way back to the living room to find him running a rag over the space below his ribs.

"may i?" you asked softly, stopping a few feet away and holding a hand out to him.

his jaw clenched and relaxed three times in quick succession, but he finally sighed and dropped his shoulders before holding the rag out. "yeah, c'mere."

you worked in silence, being as gentle as possible. jerking your hand back and mumbling apologies when he hissed.

"s'okay, comes with the territory."

you pressed the alcohol-soaked towel back against him, and he sighed.

"that was stupid, huh."

a small laugh escaped you. "it so was."

"can we..."

"try that again?"

"yeah."

you pulled back, standing up straight to meet his eyes. "only if i can take the dumb mask off of you."

"i thought you liked the mask," he teased, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"jason."

he chuckled, wincing again when it jostled his wounds. "ouch. uh, yeah, mask. g'head."

you gently pulled it from his face, setting it neatly on his other gear before running your thumbs across the line of adhesive it left on his cheekbones. "hi there."

"hey." he leaned into your touch, vibrant eyes fluttering halfway shut. "so uh, welcome home."

"thanks. could've done without the gun, though."

a choking sound tore from his throat, his eyes flying back open. "holy shit, baby, i almost-" he jerked back from you, no regard for his side. "you almost- shit, shit, are you- i'm so sorry, i didn't-"

"okay, woah, hey-"

"i could have killed you."

it was a whisper, horrified and harsh, and while it was technically true, his tone teetered on the edge of a dark space you had seen before and really didn't want him falling back into.

"yeah."

you desperately searched for the right thing to say, rejecting variations of "but hey, you didn't actually", "maybe you should be more careful about waving a gun at people", and one particularly unhelpful "no shit, sherlock".

finally, you settled on a quiet, calm "but i'm still right here, okay?"

his hand flew up to cover his mouth, doing absolutely nothing to hide the near panic written on his features. "i could have killed you."

"okay, so, in the future, we'll... we'll uh, we'll come up with some kind of system for letting you know when i'm home, or something."

"oh, like a phone?" he asked harshly. "the one i was stupid and sloppy enough to dunk in the harbor?"

"that wasn't- i'm guessing that you had a lot on your plate." you waved the cold, bloody towel in your hand at his wounds. it made him curl in on himself slightly, stepping backwards again until his back hit the arm of the couch.

"no excuses. i could have killed you."

"i-"

"no, i almost shot without saying anything!" he exclaimed, brow furrowed and eyes stormy. "i thought someone had broken in, and i got so- i don't even know, damn territorial or some stupid shit- that i almost put a bullet between your eyes. i could have-"

"jason!"

he screwed his eyes shut and dropped his head, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. "i almost-"

"but you didn't. okay?" every fiber of your being wanted to hold him, to tug him into you and put his hand against your ribs and show him you were okay and breathing, heart still pumping, but he looked enough like a cornered animal that you half expected him to bite you if you tried. "c'mon, jaybird. a life like yours, can you really afford almosts?"

"life like mine, i can't afford to let anyone close to me. apparently, if the goons and thugs don't kill you, i will."

"that's not-"

"what if i hadn't said something?" he snapped venomously. "what if i'd lost more blood and was loopy from it? what if i'd come home with a concussion- again- and didn't think past 'point and shoot'?"

"jason," you finally interjected. "you think i haven't thought about that?"

his eyes, grim and vicious and so full of emotion that you thought you could drown in them, dropped to the floor.

"because it's not a secret that your life is risky. you're risky. i know that. but you're worth every ounce of danger, okay? i'm choosing this, choosing you, knowing full well what i'm getting into, because you're worth all of it."

"i'm not worth any of it."

"that's not your call to make."

"it-"

"you think i need you to make my choices for me?"

"no, of course not."

"you think im stuck here?"

"do you feel like you are?"

"absolutely not." you inched forward again. "i'm here because i want to be."

"...i just... i don't..."

"don't want me to get hurt?"

he finally looked back up at you, eyes watery and jaw tense. "or worse."

"i know, baby. i know," you sighed. "but that's part of life, right? and if the hurt's inevitable, i want the rest of my time to be as nice as possible, and you make my life better. make me better."

"by putting you in danger?"

"it's gotham, handsome, i'm gonna be in danger either way. at least with you, i know i have someone looking out for me. right?"

"always," he said immediately.

"okay then." you took the last step between the two of you slowly, watching for any resistance. meeting none, you brushed your knuckles against his. "i can't think of anywhere i'd feel safer."

"you know that's crazy, right?"

you hummed quietly. "nah."

"i'm being serious."

"me too."

he studied your face silently. you smiled softly at him.

finally, a sigh escaped him and he scooted his hand forward, wrapping his index finger around your own and squeezing gently. "you're sure you want this? i can set you up with a place downtown for a bit. you'd never have to see me again, never have to worry about... all of this."

"i've never been more sure of anything." you said it firmly, confidently, letting the words hang in the air for a few moments before popping one eyebrow up playfully. "why, need to make room for a side piece?"

a startled choking sound escaped him. "excuse me?"

"i mean, when you were talking about being busy, it felt kinda suspicious."

"what is wrong with you?" he asked, exasperation and laughter coating his voice.

"listen, you were being evasive!" his head fell forwards, resting on your shoulder as he laughed.

"i didn't want you to know i was bleeding all over the place!"

"why, didn't want me to worry?"

"exactly!"

you reached your free hand up, gently resting it on the back of his head and playing with his hair. "then maybe, just maybe, you should have gotten someone to tell me your phone went for a swim."

"fair enough."

you stood quietly for a long time, running your fingers through his hair and enjoying the feeling of his breath against your collar.

"i..." he muttered, pulling back to look in your eyes. "i don't think- um. i don't think i'm..." he groaned, gaze darting to the ceiling. "i love you. but the minute you have enough of- of all of this-"

"i won't."

"but if you do, i'll... i'll understand, okay?"

you squeezed his finger gently. "okay." you inhaled deeply, dropping the bloody towel you were still clutching and slid your hand forward to hold his completely. "can we get a bandage on that and go to bed, now?"

"....yes please."

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"wait!" you yelled, throwing the first aid kit haphazardly onto the bathroom counter and racing after him into the bedroom, where he whirled around with wide eyes. "i love you too! i never said it back- i love you too."

"don't yell like that- i thought something was wrong!"

"me not saying it back is urgently wrong, jason!"

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wordsfromthesol · 3 years ago

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The Set-Up

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You are Dinah's younger sister. Word Count: 2,410 A/N: I know it’s been awhile so if anyone wants on/off a taglist just let me know!

"Alright, Roy, you got me here. What's so important?" You called out as you stumbled into what the Outlaws deemed a safehouse. Their standards were pretty low.

"We needed a fourth, okay! Go get Jason and I'll brief everyone." Roy hurried you out of the room that he and Kory were already set up in. You sauntered up to the closed door and knocked.

"Jason, you decent?" You shouted as your fist rapped against the wood.

"Well I'm not morally decent, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking. Though I can be without pants if that's what you prefer --" Jason's voice trailed off as he swung open the door and was met with your face. Clearly, he figured the person on the other side would be Roy or Kory. His face slightly reddened as he reached back and grabbed a shirt.

"I mean…maybe not right now. Roy needs to go over the mission with us." You winked at his obvious embarrassment before trotting off in the direction you came from. Jason quickly caught up with you.

"I…uh…I didn't know Roy asked you for help."

"Yeah he didn't really tell me much. Just that you guys needed a fourth. Not sure why he thinks I'll make that much of a difference.

"Guess we should go find out." Jason raced past you, hoping to avoid further embarrassment, but stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the living room. Roy and Kory were both staring at him, trying to hold back fits of laughter. "What is this all-important mission Y/N was recruited on?" He asked in an attempt to redirect their attention. You walked in behind Jason just in time to get the answer.

"Not really all-important…" Roy's voice reeked of mischief, "just better to have four than three. Then we can do two teams."

"You do know that I have my own agenda. I'm not just sitting around waiting for your call."

"Oh Y/N/N! Don't think of it like that, I practically begged him to ask you. I seriously need some more girl time." Kory piped in to release some of the building tension.

"Uh-huh, sure. Roy, what are we doing?"

"Right. Human trafficking, finally got a hit on this group. Think it's their main smuggling port. There are two docks to check, so two teams. See, I do have a plan. Kinda…"

"Hm mm" you mumbled, still not fully believing him, but you let him continue anyways. You didn't fly out here for nothing.

Hours had passed and the four of you sat near the docks, waiting for the cover of nightfall. The smugglers, however, did not. You grabbed Jason's arm and began running towards the dock as soon as you saw a boat pulling into the harbor.

"What are you doing?" Jason mumbled as he ran to keep up with you.

"Are you blind? There's a container ship pulling into the docks. The dock that Roy told us to watch."

"The sun is still setting. There's no way they'd be that stupid." He tried to reason with you, but your pace didn't slow.

"Maybe they just paid the right people. Or killed them." You retorted though the timing was eerily suspicious. Both of you came to a halt when you only saw four guys. Sure, they had guns…but it definitely wasn't enough to warrant extra help. You glanced over at Jason in utter disbelief. "You want me to sit this one out or…"

"Let's just get it over with." Jason was clearly just as agitated as you were. The "battle" lasted only a few seconds and your trip back to the rendezvous spot was completed in utter silence.

"So…Roy. Why the fuck was I needed here?" Holding nothing back, you cried out as soon as you saw his red costume appear in the distance.

"Woah, hold up there. Must've gotten some bad intel. It happens. Better safe than sorry."

"Yeah well next time be sure. I do have my own cases and crime rings to dismantle." You walked off in a huff, determined to find your own way back. You didn't know what exactly Roy was up to, but you knew you wouldn't like it.

Months passed since the pointless mission with the Outlaws. You had gotten back to Miami, your home for the time being as you investigated a new drug trade route coming up from South America. Finally, you had made some progress, only said progress led to you being pinned down behind some wooden barrels.

"These aren't going to last long," you mumbled as you dialed Kory on your phone. No answer. "Fuck." Roy was next.

"Y/N, can this wait --" You hear the wind get pushed out of him just as the sentence finished.

"Hm not really. Kinda been pissing off the wrong people and now I'm pinned down."

"Fuck." Roy mumbled as he threw a punch towards the jaw of the unsuspecting thug.

"I tried Kory, but -- shit…" You watched as the barrels splintered around you.

"Off-world. I'm patching in Jas --" Roy stopped a syllable short, you assumed dodging his own bullets. You didn't wait for him to finish.

"Yeah look. I'm in Miami." You heard Jason mumble your name but continued on. You didn't know how much longer you would have. "Pretty sure they'll take me alive. Heard through the grapevine the boss wants the honors himself." You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt a bullet pierce through your shoulder. You took a few steadying breaths before continuing. "I have a tracer in my mask. I'll try to keep it on as long as I can. If you can't track it for some reason, call my sister." You didn't hang up the call before slowly raising your hands above the splintered barrels. "Take me to your leader," you exclaimed in your best alien impression, all while trying not to laugh.

"Do you think this is a game?!" One of the thugs screamed at you as they inched closer. You just shrugged, waiting to either be killed or taken. "Well grab her, idiots!" Two men hesitantly walked towards you, guns still drawn.

"Should I tie myself up? Would that be easier?" At this point, your sarcasm was the only thing keeping you sane. Finally, they got within striking distance and everything went black.

"Y/N? What's happening?!" Jason frantically began calling out your name as he was met with silence. Roy eventually spoke up.

"Jason. I hope you're on your way. I'll meet up with you as soon as I can, but I need to get ahold of Dinah first." Roy had no idea what he was going to say to her.

"Even in the jet, it's going to take 2 hours to get there…" The reality of the situation set it. "But I'm taking off now." Jason tried to push the horrific thoughts from his mind.

You woke up tied to a wooden chair. Not surprising.

"So, where's the boss?" You forced the words out, willing yourself into consciousness.

"Don't worry girlie, he's on his way…though I suppose there's nothing wrong with having a little fun first." The goon smirked as he flipped a knife in his hands.

"Well, you wouldn't want to damage the merchandise." You could tell he wasn't sold, so you continued. "I mean I'm dead either way, right? Wouldn't want you to risk your life as well…" He just stared blankly at you while the gears turned in his mind. Finally, he let out an exasperated huff and turned his back to you. At least you were able to buy yourself a little more time. Though you had a feeling it still wouldn't be enough. As your head began spinning, you looked down at your shoulder. The blood was still pouring out of the wound. "Of course…" you mumbled as the dizziness intensified. You were going to have to think of something quickly.

"So, how'd you get stuck with this job? Or are you just some disposable errand boy who got lucky?" You began antagonizing him as you attempted to saw through the ropes with the small blade that discharged out of your gloves.

"Lucky?" He turned towards you with a villainous look plastered across his face. He sauntered towards you and placed his hands on either side of the chair. "I've been following you. I know your patterns. When you strike. That ambush was calculated and planned. Boss sent me 'cuz he knew I'd get the job done." Before he could push himself up from the chair, you launched forward, ramming your head into his. As he crashed to the floor, another burly man rushed into the room. You managed to free one of your legs just in time. As he stumbled backward you bent down in an attempt to free your other leg. The man lunged at you again. Pulling the other leg free, you circle around and hurled the chair at him. You let out a huge sigh of relief and slid to the floor as he landed atop the first assailant.

Jason watched as men patrolled around the building. Just as he was about to move Roy's voice came over the comm, "Have you found her? What's the situation? I'm still an hour out."

"I found her. They have four guards patrolling. Heavily armed. I found an opening."

"Four patrolling…you can't get any intel about who's inside? I think you should wait for me to get there." Roy already knew there was no hope of that.

"We may not have a chance if I wait. I'm going in."

Jason heard his best friend sigh, before eventually relenting. "Keep me updated. I'll be there when I can." Jason saw his opening coming up again. He moved quickly and quietly, sliding into the open door. He took in his surroundings, trying to not alert anyone of his presence unless absolutely necessary. He didn't want to give any of them a reason to shoot you…that is, if you were still alive. As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with a brutish man. Jason launched himself forward, knocking them both to the ground as he muffled the goon's mouth with his hand and encapsulated his neck. It only took a few seconds before the guard was out cold and Jason continued lurching down the hallway. He stopped short of a closed door. Jason took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever awaited him on the other side.

You were jolted awake a few moments later and looked around to find the two men still unconscious on the ground. Crawling over, you pulled at one of their jackets and cut off a long piece. It took the last bit of your energy to tie it around your still bleeding shoulder. As your eyes began to flutter closed once again, they shot open at the sound of the door opening. You forced your head upwards and let out a faint chuckle at the familiar Red Hood that looked down at you.

"Solis!" Jason's eyes went wide as he saw the amount of blood in the room. "Shit alright. I need you to stay awake, okay?" You nodded and forced your eyes open as Jason dove down beside you, properly retying the fabric around your shoulder. Jason stared at you for a few moments before pushing himself up and firing a single shot down the hallway. You watched intently as the goons came running in, Jason plowing through them in a matter of minutes. Jason scooped you up, not bothering to try and gather any further information from you.

You woke up in a bed in an unfamiliar room. Your brain began piecing together the events. Jason had come to get you, then put you in a car, brought you here, sewed up the wound…you wondered how long you'd been asleep. The door creaked open and you saw both Roy and Jason standing in its frame.

"You're awake! Thank fuck, D would've killed me!" Roy rushed over and embraced you.

"Yeah probably…" You were speaking to Roy, but you couldn't take your eyes off Jason. There was something there, unspoken, that you couldn't remember. What had happened? How long had you been asleep? As if reading your mind, Jason spoke up.

"It's only been 12 hours," he watched your eyes go wide. "Before you freak out, you lost a lot of blood and were barely hanging on to consciousness. 12 hours is not that many. You'll still be weak." Jason began to step towards you but hesitated. Roy immediately noticed the awkwardness his presence brought.

"Imma just…I'll go get us some food…or something." Roy pointed towards the door and rushed out.

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"No…I just. I was worried." You leered at him, knowing that was not what you were missing. You carefully sat up and swung your legs over the bed, determined to get to the bottom of whatever feeling this was. Once you attempted to stand, Jason was at your side in a fraction of a second. "I just said you would be weak…" he mumbled out.

"Well I have to go to the bathroom and you aren't giving me answers anyways." You tried to push him away. It unsurprisingly did not work.

"How long have I known you? For once, just stop being so damn stubborn!" He grabbed your shoulders, in an effort to steady both of you.

"I dunno like 8 years…" you grumbled out, unsure if the question was meant to be answered.

"Yeah well for 7 and a half of those I've loved you. And it just hit me that you could die…hell I could I die, and you wouldn't know." His hands traced down your arms and collapsed at his side. "I guess that just broke me, okay? Are you happy now?!" The anger in his voice rose.

"So how about those pants now?" You smirked, trailing your eyes over his body. Jason's eyes lit up as he began to laugh, recalling the situation from months prior.

"Maybe not right now…let's wait until you can stand on your own."

"JUST KISS HER ALREADY GOD DAMMIT!" Roy screamed from the doorway. Neither of you knew how long he'd been there, but that didn't deter Jason. His lips smashed into yours while his arms enveloped you.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Roy screamed as he threw his hands up in the air.

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kasey-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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Gahhh I’m sorry this is another x reader but you can always change it to be Phil,Tommy,Wilbur,ranboo,ETC… If you want! Anyways woo! Day 5?? I think it’s day 5

You were at techno’s place and it had seemed like he had been cleaning his tools for ages, you were beginning to get very bored...You walk over to techno and gently tug his cape

“Techy you’ve been cleaning your tools for ages aren’t you done yet?” He huffs softly not in a bad annoyance or anything but just he doesn’t like being interrupted much “Almost I just gotta finish working on my sword and then I have a couple things to do to fix my pick axe and then I’ll be done okay?” You whine softly as you tug his cape slightly more “noooo I don’t wanna wait any longer I want you to come pay attention to me I’m bored” He rolls his eyes softly though you can’t see as his eyes as they’re still on his sword “Just a little longer okay? And stop tugging on my cape..” You smirk softly “And if I don’t~”

He huffs slightly “Then I’ll give you a tickle potion so that you’ll be eventually forced to let go of my cape because you’ll be curled on the floor in laughter” he paused for a moment “oh and that should cure your boredom as well” Your eyes widen as you blush softly “S-shut up you’re just saying that to fluster me and make me let go of your cape, t-ti... those type of potions don’t exist” He snickered softly “Oh really? Let go of my cape and I’ll show you that they do” You carefully let go of his cape and stepped back, he set down his tools on the work table and began to walk into his potion making area. He came back only moments later with a almost sparkling pale pink color potion, he carefully held it out to you. You took it softly staring at it for a moment

“So you expect me to believe this is gonna do something?” He nods smirking at your disbelief “oh it’s gonna do more than just something, it’s gonna make you feel wiggly fingers on that little tummy of yours, you’re gonna feel feathers tracing your cheeks, paint brushes ghosting your ears, and then it’s slowly gonna start speeding everything up, intensifying it all... You’re gonna feel hands squeezing up and down your sides, little finger nails crawling up your ribs scribbling inbetween each and every bone, and just when you think it can’t get any worse you’re gonna feel squeezes and circling massaging feelings on your hips, you’re gonna feel raspberries and nibbles all over your stomach and sides and it’s gonna feel like they’re never gonna end but then they will, it’ll all finally slow down, the squeezes will stop, the raspberries will stop, and you’ll feel gentle rubbing taking away the ghostly tickles as paint brushes and feathers gently trail your neck and ears as fingers softly trace your sides and stomach leaving you a giggling mess until they slow to a stop leaving you curled on the floor giggling”

Your face was impossibly red and seeing as it couldn’t redden anymore it began to spread to your ears as you were flustered beyond all belief “n-no y-you’re just saying that I-I’m sure this is just water with food coloring” He rolled his eyes “Alright then if it’s just water with food coloring then drink it and prove me wrong” Your eyes widened as you cautiously open it and ask “Do I drink all of it?” He shrugs as he says “Depends on how much effect you want, the more wrecked you want the more you should drink, it has just enough slowness in it to where it won’t push you farther than you can take”

You shrug softly smirking “It’s just water and food coloring I’m not worried” He chuckles softly “mhm keep saying that” he pauses “Oh since you were tugging on this so much and it’ll help you figure out what to do with your hands take this” he swiftly took off his cape and handed it to you, you took it holding it in one hand softly as your other holds the potion, you quickly down it it having a rather fruity taste that seems to leave a tingle in your throat for a second but then it passes.. You wait a minute as you put the cape on, “hm not feeling anything yet tech I think I was right and it really was just waAHTER” you’re cut off by a wiggling feeling on your stomach making you yelp, your eyes widen as you look at techno his arms crossed as he has a satisfied look on his face

“How’s that food coloring and water now y/n?” You’re barely holding back giggles as you now feel a soft scratching at your sides “I-it’s j-just fine thahnks, I-it tasted greEAT GAH I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS SLOW” you yell out as you begin feeling scratching on your ribs making you break into giggles nearing laughter some spots, techno smirks clearly satisfied as he goes and sits down to continue cleaning his tools “Well yea but I mean you did down it all in one drink so that probably speed it up” “ohohoho nohohowww yoouu tehehlll mmhehehe tthahattt FRICK NOT THE PITS! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!” You break into full laughter as your armpits are targeted feeling as if fingers were drilling into the centers of your armpits, your shocked as you didn’t realize your armpits were so sensitive!

Techno chuckled softly “Wow didn’t realize you were so ticklish there y/n” You became more flustered at the tease as you gripped the cape in your fists softly “SHUHUHUSSHHH AHAHAHAHAAHAH” he raised an eyebrow softly “oh?” He grinned smugly “Does my teasing fluster you? Does it make everything worse? Or should I say more tickly perhaps?” You begin to feel the drilling sensations slow to gentle tracing leaving you giggling softly as you in grip the cape with one hand gently throwing it over your face to hide from techno “mahahhayybbehehe sohhooo lihihikkehehe ihihi sshahahihihiddd shuhusshhh”

He chuckles “no I don’t want to, in fact your reaction only makes me wanna wanna tease you more” You whine through your giggles as you peak through the cape, for some reason him being so teasy yet nonchalant about everything by not even looking at you and instead just still cleaning his tools “tehehehccchhhh plhehehaHAHASHEHE FRICK!” Suddenly things pick up again as you feel squeezes on your sides and raspberries on your cheeks, frick they were more tickly than you imagined they would be and also a whole lot more flustering as well! You began softly rubbing your cheeks in an attempt to lessen the sensation but it was of no use, techno began laughing noticing you rubbing your cheeks

“No you’re kidding right? There’s no way your cheeks are ticklish! What’s it doing tracing them with feathers? Wiggling paint brushes on them? Or raspberries?” You shocked hysteric laughter slows to a more normal volume of laughter “ihihihi mihihigghhtt hahavvehehe ahhahnndd ihihittt migihigghhttt bbehehe rahahssbbeheherriiehehss” He shakes his head laughing “Is there anywhere you’re not at least a little ticklish?” You shake your head softly as you laugh “ihihihi dohohohnnnttt knhohohowww” He chuckles as he says “”well guess we’ll have to test that out sometime won’t we?”

You begin to say something in retort but you’re cut off by a shriek as you feel a kneading sensation on your hips and a. Resume ghosting your your stomach “No weEEE AAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NOHOHHOTTT THEHEHE HIHIPPSS NHAHAHTTT THEHHEE HIHIHIPPSSS THEHHEYYYYRRREHEHEHEEH SOHOHOHO BBAHAHHADDD PPPLLEEEHEHEHAHASSSHEHEHE” Tech’s ears twitched softly at your sudden volume increase as he smirked softly “Is it really that ticklish hmm? Are you just that ticklish that it makes you almost scream in laughter? That sorta adorable honestly”

Just as you thought you couldn’t get anymore flustered he had to use THAT specific word suddenly once again just before you can speak you’re cut off again! You absolutely scream before falling to silent laughter as you feel raspberries and nibbles being placed all over your stomach and sides! “TECH DONT- AAAAAHHHHHHH....................” The sensations continue a good ten seconds or so before you feel a massaging rubbing the feelings away as you feel feathers tracing your ears and cheeks as you giggle with hiccups in between them, tech raises an eyebrow slightly in concern at your hiccups as he sets his tools down and comes over gently helping you sit up as he rubs your back soothingly

“woah woah woah you good there? You’re hiccuping quite a bit” you nod still giggling and hiccuping “yehehaha *hic* ihihimm gohohoddd thihiss *hic* ahahalllwahhayysss hahahppehehennss ahhaffftteheherr *hic* ihihi sihillehehenntt laahauugghhh” he nods softly “Well good seems my potion is just perfect then” he smile softly as he jokes light heartedly , you roll your eyes softly as the feelings eventually go away and your hiccups and giggles subside “Yea it’s good it’s really good” you yawn softly as you finish your sentence and he looks at you “Do you wanna crash here for the night you seem pretty tired” you begin to shake your head no “no it’s fine I wouldn’t wanna annoy you” he shakes his head “you could never annoy me come on just stay for one night” you laugh softly “yea you’re saying that now but we both know it’s not true” he laughs softly as well “okay okay so maybe you do annoy me sometimes but either way you should still stay the night you’re wore out and it’s already practically night so it wouldn’t be safe” you smile softly “fine just for one night though” he doesn’t outwardly show it but you can tell he’s excited and happy “okay well you already know where the guest bedroom is though fair warning I’d check for any prank traps because Tommy was the last one to use it” you shake your head “I’ll definitely be sure and check it” you stand up and begin to take his cape off but he stops you “No you keep it it’s already cold as is and it’s only gonna get colder the later it gets, I’ll just get it from you before you go home tomorrow” you sigh softly happy to have seen such a soft side of tech as he didn’t show it to many people “thank you tech that means a lot” you hug him and he’s surprised at first not being used to hugs often but quickly hugs back “you’re welcome”

And so it was a peaceful rest of the night now the next morning was a bit of a different story... let’s just say you and tech may or may not have planned to go mining and you may or may not have slipped some of his own tickle potion into his morning coffee before you guys left....

The end

#ler!techno #lee!reader #mcytickle month

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willadisastercry · 4 years ago

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More than ‘just a little tired’: the aftermath part 2

tw: lil bit of gore described, burn wounds, collapsing, lots of pain described, muscle relaxer used and effects described, slight paralysis ensues, emotionally heavy towards end.

Keith finally let’s his friends help him but his adrenaline is fading rapidly and everyone is still focused on fussing over Pidge. Lance is distraught with how cold Shiro is being, he doesn’t understand why no one is listening to him while he’s literally supporting Keith with his own body as he crashes. Hunk needs to look at something other than the blood and gore so he tries to find Coran’s magic cream and is just proud he only threw up once.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

“Woah, Hunk! He’s going down!”

Lance dropped to his knee as he struggled to keep Keith from falling further out of his grasp, his face now deathly pale and pressed against his shoulder as he took in large, shuddering breaths to try remain conscious.

“We’ve gotcha bud,” Hunk’s hand snaked around his waist then as Lance righted himself and they brought him back onto unsteady legs, his right not even strong enough now to put much weight on without buckling.

“C’mon we gotta go...”

With his arms slung over either boy’s shoulders and their hands hoisting his hips up by the supply pack on his utility belt, they made their way to the med bay relatively quickly, a feat of which was only possible because at some point Keith had stopped trying to keep up and allowing himself to be dragged was surprisingly a lot faster.

The whooshing of the med bay doors after what felt like an enternity was what startled Keith into opening his eyes again.

“Oh, hey guys...” Shiro said, sparing only a partial glance their way before continuing to pour over Pidge with Coran and Allura. She was awake and fighting the helping hands.

No one seemed to notice Keith’s prone form held up entirely by his friends who stood frozen in the doorway, a bit at a loss for how to proceed.

“I think I’m fine, guys! Seriously. All that’s left is already half healed and not nearly deep enough to warrant a freaking pod!”

“Maybe, but you still lost a lot of blood that will need to be repelenished...” Coran pointed, his mustache twitching as he attempted to convey the necessity of the percaution and failed.

Keith’s legs hadn’t been contributing much to the effort of keeping him standing but admittedly had some part in it because the longer they remained where they stood the more they seemed to melt into jelly.

The adrenaline had almost entirely worn off by then, leaving his body buzzing as the pain slowly intensified.

“G-guys...” Keith whispered weakly, his voice was barely audible.

“What’s—“

“Need to sit... like now...” he managed before his legs were wobbling dangerously, suddenly devoid of all the strength that remained in them.

“Alright, that’s okay. Over there, Lance,” Hunk assured, his injured leg completely useless as he transferred even more of Keith’s weight onto his hip to make up the difference while they ushered him towards one of the chairs across the room.

“Uhhhh, how much longer you guys gonna be with Pidge?” Lance questioned nervously once they’d settled Keith down, his heart clenching with fear for how grey his face had gotten, his hands never leaving his drawn up shoulders out of fear of what would happen if he did.

Hunk was already across the room tearing apart medicine cabinets for the burn cream he’d mentioned and Keith was finding it increasingly difficult to support his own body weight.

“Woah! Okkay—that’s okay, just lean against me,” Lance offered when Keith couldn’t keep himself from swaying as he narrowly avoided leaning back against the chair, nearly tilting out of it before Lance righted him and guided his head to lean against his hip.

“We’ll be done as soon as Pidge stops being difficult... why?” Shiro asked, his eyes still scanning the partially mended slash across the smaller girl’s stomach.

“Just uh, Keith is sort of not doing so well.”

Lance wasn’t entirely sure he understood why everyone was being so curt and dismissive, not tearing their eyes away from a clearly fine Pidge, who yes, at one point had been not fine at all, but was now.

And Keith wasn’t.

The blasts on his back were... bad.

Bad enough for him to be in so much pain he was forced to accept his friend’s help. Lance also figured the haunting glaze of exhaustion in his eyes and purple bruises beneath them had a good deal to do with lowering his defenses, the realization of just how tired he was sending another jab to his chest.

The material of his suit looked like it had melted into his skin, lining the edges of the puffy burns with a smokey black. Some were larger than others but there were at least a dozen and they were all bleeding steadily, the constant rise and fall of his chest making it impossible for any of them to clot.

“I’ll come check him out once—“

The burns were so deep, like little caverns carved into his skin and Lance was suddenly concerned about how zapped the nerves must be that he didn’t even realize he’d been injured this severely.

They looked so painful.

Breathing looked painful. And sitting, and talking and the way moving air brushed against them.

Shit, Keith.

“No, Shiro...”

The words came from deep in his throat, his voice low and serious, a stark derision from his usually charming vibrato.

“I think someone needs to check him out now. We’re talking about Keith here! You should know better than anyone that when he’s says he’s not okay, he means it.”

Shiro’s shoulders dropped as he straightened up, Lance couldn’t even find it in himself to worry about getting told off for his tone with how angry he was, his irritation justifying itself as he watched Keith’s breathing devolve into something more and more erratic.

The room seemed to silence all at once after he’d raised his voice. The inflection of it, shrill with fear and frustration is what got Shiro to finally look their way, his already weary expression falling further at the horror of how Keith looked against Lance. Slumped and panting, his features tight in anguish as blood dripped steadily from somewhere and collected in a now sizeable puddle on the floor.

Pidge was being forced to lay back down when surging up to see what was wrong had her keening and clutching her middle, Allura remaining at her side while Shiro and Coran raced over to the boys.

“What the fuck happened?!” Shiro demanded, his eyes grey pinpoints that bored into Lance with a sort of accusation until the two men reached the pair, both gasping simultaneously when they got close enough to take in the sight of Keith’s back.

“I don’t-I don’t understand, you said you were tired Keith!”

“Plasma blast burns... most of them 2nd degree it looks like...” Coran offered, his eyes flicking wildly as they scanned the burnt and bloody skin.

“He is tired...” Lance assured, turning his gaze back to Keith’s shaking shoulders. His trembles seemed more like spasms then, each jerk prompting a fresh gush of red from the wounds.

“He’s fucking exhausted but was too stubborn to tell anyone he was hurt...” he continued as Coran left muttering to himself in search of supplies, joining Hunk in his endeavor of locating more than just the burn cream now.

“S-sorry... really thought it was just one...” Keith explained before Shiro shushed him, crouching down to run his hand through his hair even though it was slightly damp with sweat.

His eyes weren’t open so he tensed when the hand first fell into place but soon softened under Shiro’s touch, the cold weight of the galra metal oddly comforting.

“It’s not on you, bud. I should’ve checked in more thoroughly, looked you over myself...”

Lance seethed at that, Keith was feeling guilty when Shiro was the one who had fucked up by ignoring him. He didn’t even sound sorry.

“Damn right you sh—“

“What’s that?” Shiro entreated, cutting him off and lifting his head to face the younger boy with something so fierce in his eyes that Lance had to force himself to look elsewhere.

As much as he wanted to tell Shiro how royally he’d fuck up he knew it wouldn’t be productive. Knew full well that the last thing anyone needed was more chaos.

But before Lance had to take actual precautions to contain his anger, Keith made a noise as if he wanted to respond but all that came out was a defeated whine as his chest stuttered which pulled even more at the mess of his back, sending him into a fit of flinching and hissing.

“Hey, you’re alright—“ Lance cooed, the additional hand on Keith’s neck centering him while he tried to ride out the pain without causing more “—that’s it, just take a second to calm down...”

But Keith couldn’t calm his breathing in time to avoid the waves of agony that followed such harsh breaths, eventually becoming desperate enough to clamp his lips shut and hold his breath until his heart let up with its incessant pounding.

This admittedly made the general haze clouding his mind so much worse, sending black dots dancing across the floor as he stared at it against Lance. He hadn’t realized when his hands had traveled up to clutch at Lance’s stomach but they were there now, clawing at the unwavering material stuck to his torso like glue for something to hold onto.

There were so many hands on him but he couldn’t feel much of anything other than the heat on his back and strain in his lungs as he continued to restrict his breathing. It had come to hurt so badly he was afraid to even try to breath normally again.

“-ith!”

Voices sounded so weird and distant then, like they were calling to him from across a noisy room.

“KEITH!”

It wasn’t until someone was knelt down next to him and nearly screaming in his ear that he could understand anything.

“Stop doing that, you have to take deeper breaths or you’ll pass out...”

But he couldn’t manage anything other than short and rapid inhales that weren’t nearly enough. He didn’t care if he passed out. It wouldn’t hurt so bad if he were unconscious and it had gotten to a point where he sort of wished for that kind of relief.

Coran was speaking to Shiro over them then, of which Keith had only ascertained from the way Shiro’s hand left the base of his skull to rest more on the crown of his head just as a dull and disordered humming began.

His hearing had abandoned him again once Shiro left his position, reducing the conversation to unintelligible murmurs drowned out by the rumbling in his eardrums. The static spotting his vision not letting up as the blast wounds burned relentlessly on his back. It felt like there were literal flames licking up at even the slightest movement and marring deep as the fire only seemed to spread.

The entire expanse of his upper body had gone numb with it, his arms slack at his sides and his neck weak under the weight of his head as he put all of his concentration into slowing his breathing and keeping it as controlled as possible. He didn’t even feel the hands slipping under his armpits or fingers tugging at his supply belt, only the scorching stretch of his body straightening as he was pulled to his feet.

Lance and Shiro shifted around him with care, Shiro guiding his head to rest on his shoulder when it rolled limply, Coran hovering anxiously as they struggled to lift him to his feet without jarring his injuries. In reality, it was entirely unavoidable but hey, it’s the thought that counts.

Keith really tried to hold his own weight this time, but as soon as he was upright, his back lit with a new fury that had his vision whiting. Soon he couldn’t even be certain his feet were still on the ground as his body went lax and the darkness that had been teasing him descended quicker than he could process.

He assumed he had screamed bloody murder since his stinging throat was the only pain he could pinpoint as he lost consciousness, but by then he wouldn’t have been able to hear his own voice if he spoke so he wasn’t be sure. All he knew was that he’d pitched into a slew of arms like his bones had spontaneously emulsified, blissfully unaware as to how the whole room seemed to cry out when he did.

Pidge was near tears with Allura struggling to assure her that Keith would be fine, and Hunk was so startled by the commotion that he had nearly flung the supplies he was organizing on a sterile tray.

“Let’s get him settled comfortably before he comes to,” Coran ordered, his voice sharp and anguished as he motioned towards where Hunk was stood.

Together and with considerable effort the three dragged Keith’s limp body to the other side of the room, careful to keep his torso straight and his injured leg from bending so they didn’t inflame his wounds further, depositing his lifeless weight onto the table on his stomach where all of his injuries could be tended to.

“We have to get as much of the suit off as possible... some of it will of course take a little more effort,” Coran sighed as he poked at one of the darker blast marks with a wider radius than most of the other. There was a ring of molten black around it that looked like it had dripped into the pit of missing flesh from where the material of the suit had melted off. The sentry that shot him there must have been only a few feet away.

“Alaran...” Allura gasped out as she made her way to the group once Pidge had calmed down enough to be left alone.

“These are going to need extensive cleaning before we can put him into a pod.”

“I know, Princess. Let’s get started, maybe we can get the bulk of it finished while he’s still uncioncious,” Coran postured, distributing the supplies Hunk had gathered to everyone.

The task was harrowing and had everyone slightly queasy, but the urgency to complete the process before Keith woke up prevailed everyone’s gag reflexes, even Hunk’s.

Being enveloped by the black that had teased him so long wasn’t as bad as Keith had imagined it would be. It was warm like this, more absent of cold than possesing a distinguishable heat. Pleasant. Peaceful even. A more than welcomed improvement to the inferno he was slowly being consumed by when he was awake and alert.

Sounds started coming back to him slowly as his body recovered from the shock of his plummet in blood pressure. His friends’ words sharpening gradually to where he could almost make out what they were saying.

“...suction... yes, that bit has to go as well...”

He still felt floaty and numb from the pain but knew he was laying on his front and could feel a sensation of tugging and pulling on his back.

“...keeps moving... waking up...”

It wasn’t so much painful as it was uncomfortable in his state of semi-consciousness.

“...dangerous to... sedative before a prolonged stay in the pod...”

His brain was just too fuzzy, still replenishing the blood supply to his brain.

“...looks like he’s in pain...”

Each moment he remained in limbo he grew more restless.

“...Coran I can’t... this piece... tearing the skin...”

The in and out of everything was making him anxious, he’d rather just be entirely out or entirely conscious.

“...should will help with any discomfort...”

Whatever was meant to help wasn’t. He was aware he’d probably been given some sort of drug or medicine but still he couldn’t relax.

It didn’t matter that he was utterly exhausted, his body was reacting to the anxiety bubbling in his stomach whether he had the energy to support such a reaction or not.

“...easy Keith...”

That’s the thing, he couldn’t take it easy. His mind was wired and his body was going into shock once again as things clarified and he woke up more.

“You’re alright number four... steady now, just breathe...”

If he thought it was hard to breathe before it seemed like it was absolutely impossible now.

“-us? Keith...? Keith, can you hear us?”

He could. He could hear everything now. It was all so loud and piercing, everyone’s voices, the tools clicking, his heart beating, the tear of medical supplies packages. Everything was so crisp and right there, the smallest noises sending tingles down his spine that made him want to cringe and he struggled to surpress the urge to.

“Quiznak! Coran I’m gonna hurt him if he keeps squirming!”

He was panting now, his mouth hung open against the towel folded under his face that was catching the blood still leaking from the wound under his eye. A hand came down on the back of his neck and he jumped.

That did it for the pain that seemed to have been numbed, not gone, just too far away for him to register. It was just as close as all of the sounds were now.

Hands clutched at his shoulders and forearms and hips as he wailed, pushing him flat so his flailing didn’t make it worse. He sobbed loudly and unabashedly as the pain surged its way back to the forefront of his awareness, a strange warmth similar to the one he’d felt when he had passed out taking the edge off but not staving it much.

“Keith! Listen to me, you have to relax. I know this is torture, but you’re only going to make it worse if you keep struggling,” Shiro urged, his voice the closest.

Shiro was right, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t in control of his movements anymore, because if he was he would listen. He didn’t want to hurt anymore but his body didn’t seem to give a shit.

“Coran,” Allura said sadly, her eyes looking at him with a sort of heart breaking resolution.

“Okay, Princess,” he agreed, his expression falling dejectedly.

“What-what is it? What just happened?!” Lance asked worriedly, knowing something had seemingly been decided but no idea as to what.

“We’re going to have to give him a muscle relaxer to keep him still, but it won’t take away his pain. We simply cannot risk putting him in a pod while medically sedated, we couldn’t be sure he would ever wake again if we did.”

For the second time that evening a collective silence fell over the room, one filled with such aching and regret and fear that it was as if it wasn’t silent at all.

“Do whatever you have to,” Shiro advocated, handing the tools he’d been using to Hunk.

“But he’ll be in pain Shiro?!” Lance noted desperately, his indignation back in full force.

Shiro just looked at him sadly and moved to drag a stool over to the other end of the table where Keith’s head was, his face twisted up as his sounds of pain continued.

“How can you be so heartless? It wouldn’t be so painful if Allura had partially healed him too! If you had given enough of a shit to notice sooner! To notice at all!”

The sound of Lance yelling bore into Keith’s skull sickeningly, his body unable to contain the shiver that overtook his muscles at how bone deep the sound irked his now oversentive ears.

“Lance—“

“No, Allura. He’s right, this is my fault. I was too focused on the fact that Pidge was hurt to notice that he was too and now he’s worse off because of it. I didn’t listen to him when I should’ve. Administer whatever you have to Coran, I’ll help him through this, it’s the least I can do right now...”

Coran didn’t have to be told twice, skillfully pulling liquid from a vile with a syringe that he poked gently into Keith’s neck.

Hunk nudged Lance’s arm to break his death glare at Shiro and get back to freeing one of the wider wounds on his shoulder as the medicine took affect almost immediately.

“Sh-sh-shir-Shiro...”

“I’m right here, shhhh, don’t speak. Just relax, I’ve got you,” Shiro soothed, grasping Keith’s hand tightly as he took shuddering breaths that grew more and more shallow as whatever control he had left over his body slipped away from him.

With some last few twitches he sagged completely into the table. The hand clutching Shiro’s released its grip and the older boy started to thumb assuring circles into the limp appendage since he could still feel it.

“This is gonna suck, but just focus on me okay?”

Keith couldn’t nod, couldn’t move his exhausted body at all now, so he sighed instead. The tears that had welled at his eyes falling defeatedly and mixing with the blood staining his right cheek to make a slightly pinker mess on the towel beneath him.

“Just focus on me...”

#voltron fandom #keith angst #keith voltron #keith whump #lance and hunk to the rescue #protective lance #bad shiro #voltron fic #voltron whump #voltron fanfic #voltron pidge #hunk is here too #he doesn’t throw up this time #vld #whumpee #emotional whump #whump fic #voltron #burn wounds

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mediocre-writerr · 4 years ago

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lights on [betty cooper]

Betty Cooper x reader

Summary: Betty and Y/n’s relationship is just getting started who knows what’s gonna happen today, tomorrow, next week, or in two minutes.

Warning: slight smut towards the end: there will be a warning before it starts in case anyone wants to read before, NSFW

Pt.1, Pt.2

*not my gif*

You knock on Betty’s door, a new sense of confidence filling over you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you’re on time.” she states with a smile.

“I said I would be, didn’t I? Plus I couldn’t leave someone as beautiful as you waiting.” you reply and she blushes a little more.

“Why thank you. Where’s your car?” she asks as she steps outside.

“I thought we’d walk instead, it’s a nice night, plus it gives us more time together alone,” you shrug, “Oh and these are for you!” you hand her, her favorite flower.

“Thank you Y/N/N! It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” you respond as you both walk down her driveway and onto the sidewalk and she pushes you playfully.

“You’re so cheesy, but it’s cute.” she fires back and you send her a small little smirk.

You guys spend most of the walk talking about random things and getting to know each other better, despite knowing each other since kindergarten. Laughter and your voices filled the silent night.

The weather was nice for a fall night, but of course you spoke too soon. Three quarters into the walk small little rain drops started falling from the sky. You both looked at each other with wide smiles before taking off running towards the Five Seasons.

As you continued running the rain poured harder and harder. Both of you screaming in shock and laughing in excitement. Betty seems to be falling behind a little bit since you guys have been running for five minutes straight so you extend your hand out behind you and she intertwines them together. You pull her up next to you as you continued to hold your hand while running.

You finally reach the Five Seasons both of your hair were drenched, like you just came out of the shower. There were ‘CAUTION FLOOR WET’ signs everywhere and your squeaky shoes didn’t make the smooth floors any easier to walk on. Betty begins to slip and fall, but you take your hand and pull her closer to you. You wrap her arms around her waist to steady her and she wraps her arms around your neck.

“Woah there love, careful I don’t want you to slip and hurt yourself.” you chuckle lightly and your heart skips a beat at the feeling of her body pressed against yours.

Your faces were mere inches apart, if you put a penny in between your two faces the penny would be touching, that’s how close you guys are. You look from her eyes down to her lips and back again. Asking for permission to what you’ve been craving since you were ten years old.

She nods slightly before leaning in to meet you halfway. It didn’t take long for your lips to meet hers. Maybe time stopped when her lips met yours, but the flutter of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach only intensified.

Betty’s heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker. The only thing Betty could focus on was how soft you felt against her mouth, how addictively you invaded all of her senses. It still wasn’t clear if this was a product of her imagination or if she was really feeling your hands cup her cheek.

You kept your eyes half open during some of the kiss, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time you came back for her, just to make sure that this was real. You both pull away after what felt like seconds, but for what lasted longer than you thought.

“We should head up before Veronica starts throwing a fit that we’re late.” she whispers in your ear and you nod.

Betty presses the elevator button and it opens right away. Once you both get into the elevator and the door closes leaving only you she pushes you against the wall of the elevator and continues kissing you. Her tongue explores your mouth causing you to groan out in pleasure.

Your hands go underneath her shirt as they rest on the bare skin of her stomach. The elevator dings indicating that we’ve arrived on the floor and she groans out in frustration before removing herself off of you.

You knock on the door of Veronica’s party and she opens the door smiling at the both of you, “Y/N! Betty! You’re late, but come on in! You guys need to catch up, we’re way ahead of you! Also everyone has a room so they can crash here tonight because no one and I mean no one is driving home!” she slurs out stumbling her way to Archie.

“Where’s Jughead?” you whisper to Betty.

“Um I uh, I don’t know.” she answers, but her answer seemed off, like she was hiding something.

“Here you go Y/N! Betty, one for you! Bottoms up!” we all knock back a shot of whiskey and chase it down with Coca-Cola.

The loud music causes the room to vibrate just a little. Everyone in the small hotel room starts dancing. The room grows more and more hot and humid as everyone’s sweaty bodies fill the air.

You begin dancing with Betty as your bodies are being pushed together like puzzles that fit perfectly. The night goes on and your sobriety goes down as you feel yourself becoming more and more buzzed.

*sinning starts now*

“Do you wanna go to our hotel room?” Betty whispers looking at you up and down. The smell of whiskey on her breath consuming your senses.

“Yeah.” you nod and you sneak out of the party together and into the room two doors down.

She grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed before pushing you down onto it. Betty hovers on top of you and suddenly slams her lips on top of yours. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance before pulling away from each other to catch your breath.

“Are you okay with this Betty?” you whisper to her and she smiles softly.

“Of course, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” she whispers back.

You both kick off your shoes throwing them closer to the door. Betty pulls her shirt over her head and you followed her actions. She slid off her pants as you did the same. She straddles you and your lips met hers once again. The heat continues to grow as your hands roam all over her bare body.

You unhook her bra and take her breasts in your hand massaging them softly. Betty’s lips drift to your neck as she begins to nip at your tender skin.

“Oh Betty,” you whisper getting your hands tangled in her hair.

“What do you want Y/N?” she whispers.

“You Betty, I want you.”

She moves her hand down to your heat and her fingers moves up and down, “Mmm, you’re very wet for me Y/N.”

“Betty please!” you buck yourself towards her fingers.

“Is this what you want?” She asks as she shoves one finger inside you and it felt so damn good.

The night went on and her skin felt so perfect up against yours. The lights were on, but dim and it made the entire vibe of the hotel room felt right. You got lost in the way she moved, it was mesmerizing. Every inch of her was so much more beautiful than you could ever imagine.

At the end of the night, you both laid under the sheets and you looked at each other with such love in your eyes. As if on instinct she curled into a ball and you wrapped yourself around her and pulled her closer. Your chin rested on her shoulder as you held her close. The soothing sounds of her calm breathing allowed for you to close your eyes with such ease.

And the only thing that mattered in that moment was you and her.

#betty cooper #betty cooper imagine #elizabeth cooper #betty cooper x fem #betty cooper x you #betty cooper x reader #betty cooper smut #lili reinhart #lili reinhart imagines #betty cooper imagines #riverdale imagines #riverdale

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Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

Sooo... I think It’s the size of my tag list that was fucking this chapter up so much! Every time I have more than my previous chapter had, this chapter deletes itself from my page/drafts! I’ve contacted Tumblr about it, but don’t cross ur finger’s on that one lol. I am sorry if you weren't able to make the list!

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Month 1, Month 2 , Month 3,

--Month 4--

‘SLAM!’

The front door crashed shut like ammunition through cannon fire. The sharp bang clapped and echoed throughout the small, otherwise quiet living space, and soon, three roommates filed out of their respective rooms. One by one, they inched out to get a glimpse of the oncoming storm: Hurricane Katsuki.

Denki warily removed his gaming headpiece as Bakugou whipped past his bedroom door, “Oh hey, Bakugou! You sure disappeared outta nowhere. We coulda used the backup in squads! Where’d ya go, man!?”

The others listened carefully for the explosive blond’s answer, but got nothing short of an insult in return,

“None of your business, you damn idiots. GO DIE ALREADY!” and with that, Hurricane Katsuki simply slammed the door shut-- somehow even louder than before.

Kaminari, who had gotten the brunt of the explosion, was left wide eyed,

“Woah…”

Sero gave a low whistle as he shook his head at Bakugou’s shut door, “Looks like a wild Teenage Bakugou has entered the chat.”

Denki gave an abrupt, slightly uncomfortable chuckle at the remark, but soon gulped, giving his roommates a concerned gaze, “So… should we…” he trailed off.

Kirishima fervently nodded, stepping fully out into the hallway, “I’ll go check on him, guys.” He flexed before making his way to Bakugou’s room—a nervous habit he had picked up somewhere along the line to reassure himself before he dived headfirst into rough situations.

He looked back to his other two roommates one last time and threw a pleading glance as if to say “Wish me all of the luck” before giving a few slight knocks to the rage-secreting room, “Bakugou,” he called out, “You okay, buddy? I know that there is something up. There’s no point in hiding it…we can talk?”

No answer.

Kirishima gave a long sigh, “Well, when you finally want to talk about it, you know where to find me...”

The other roommates sighed as well before both retreating to their rooms and shutting their doors. Kiri turned to make his way back to his room as well, but only made it a few feet before Bakugou’s door sharply yanked open a few inches.

“Where are those other idiots?” Bakugou’s eyes were redder than their usual vermilion as he glared out from the cracked doorway. Kirishima gave a thick blink in surprise. Had he… had he been crying?

“They back in their rooms?” Bakugou said very lowly. His voice had an extra hint of raspiness weighing it down, Kirishima noticed.

“Y-Yeah.” Eijirou quickly replied, startled by the unseemly sight of his best friend, “They’re prolly back on the game by now.” Bakugou did not say another word as he threw his door open a few more inches and marched deeper into his room to stiffly throw himself on the edge of his bed. Kirishima cautiously followed him-- this was as good of an invitation as any in ‘Bakugou language.’

Bakugou sat, glaring seriously at the floor in front of him, as if it offended him, and his leg bounced nervously. The red head uncomfortably cleared his throat. ‘Holy shit, what the hell is going on…?’ Kirishima had never seen him do that before, “You.. uh.. you wanna talk about it, buddy?”

No answer.

Kirishima waited a few beats before releasing another sigh and shutting the door behind him so that he could make his way to the bed. He sat down next to his best friend and simply sat deep in the silence with him. The two waited for what seemed like hours before someone finally spoke up,

“I got a girl pregnant,” Bakugou said very flatly, still glaring at the floor and bouncing his leg.

Kirshima had to stifle the choke that erupted out of his throat as his own saliva sneaked into his larynx, “Ack! Achkaka!” His natural bodily functions were completely forgotten as his brain tried to compute the sudden and drastic information that was just thrown at him.

Bakugou?? Pregnant? He never thought he would hear the words in the same room, let alone the same sentence! The guy hardly ever did anything but work, work out and come home to play video games. He didn’t converse with people. He didn’t get girls pregnant. Girls didn’t even look at him!

In his coughing fit, Kirishima’s speech was also forgone, “I-I- uh.. man that.. wow I…” he tripped and tumbled over his words. He was dreaming. He had to be. Well, either that or he had wandered into some strange episode of the Twilight Zone or something.

Bakugou’s glare at the floor intensified, “I thought she might not be so bad… but I didn’t want to be with her like this,” Kirishima’s eyes widened at the underlying tone of hurt buried under his friend's words, and then they widened even further once he realized what he just said.

Had Bakugou fallen for someone for the first time?? And then his eyes widened the furthest as things finally began to click within his confused mind.

He sucked into a sharp gasp, “You mean that model!?”

Bakugou simply scoffed, finally relieving his glare form the ground and focusing his hot gaze on Kirishima, “Yeah, turns out she’s actually a fucking bitch.”

Kirishima’s jaw dropped, “BAKUGOU! That’s the mother of your child! You shouldn’t—”

“She didn’t remember the night at all. I was just another fuck toy for her,” Bakugou stood up and clenched his fists over and over again as if they itched to be slammed against something—tears welling up in his red-hot eyes, “Now tell me if the roles were reversed, how shitty it’d be then, huh?” Kirishima immediately shut his mouth from speaking up anymore as he allowed his friend to release his feelings. It wasn’t often that Bakugou built up enough to let things out this way.

Bakugou scoffed again as he began pacing the room, but Kirishima swore that it had the hint of a cry layered within it somewhere, “they might not even be mine since she likes that ‘fuck toy shit’ so much. That night meant nothing to her…” he threw his arm against the wall, effectively tearing a hole into it

Kirishima jumped a bit from the action as his mind briefly wandered to the security deposit on their lease. He pushed these thoughts away as Bakugou stiffly returned to the bed, his leg bouncing even more fervently than before.

Kirishima simply watched for a moment to allow his friend to simmer down before he spoke up very softly, “But you think it is yours though…”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped up to Kirishima’s, whose eyebrows were furrowed deeply into each other as he stared back.

In all his years of knowing Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima would have never described his best friend with anything even resembling ‘gullible.’ His gut feeling and instinct were as sharp as ever and hardly ever wrong,

“Must be for a reason then…” he tried to look past the tears that filled up within his best friends eyes but they still left his heart feeling a little heavier than usual, “If you think it’s yours then I’ll have your back no matter what buddy. You’re not alone in this.”

��They.”

“What…” Kirishima eyebrows folded toward the center of his expression.

“She’s having fucking twins.”

“Holy Sh…” Kirishima quickly swallowed his words as he took in the forlorn expression plastered onto his friend’s face. There was no room for him to be shocked right now. He had to be Bakuous ‘rock’ so to speak, “I-I mean congratulations!”

Meanwhile you found yourself studying the woman in the reflection of your mirror. Your eyes trailed every detail of her swollen, red eyes. Then to her hair that was fuller than you had remembered—the beauty of bottled color maybe? You danced over the way that loose strands stuck to the slimy mess of tears and mucosa that had accumulated on your cheeks.

Nasty.

A sharp chuckle came out of you, spittle following not too shortly after, but as it reached your ears it resembled more of a cry.

Okay, that’s enough self loathing for one lifetime.

And with that, you moved away from the mirror; however, as you did so, your sight basically smacked the open cabinet of liquor bottles that you were eyeing earlier.

Okay…. Maybe not quite enough self loathing. Your mouth began watering at the delectable sight. It was a desert after a delicious four course meal. There was always room for more…

With a shake of your head, you brought your hand up to smack these thoughts out of your mind. What was wrong with you? You had been a lot of things in life, but were you really so low to bring yourself to effectively murdering your own children?

That’s what would happen if you drank, right?

You loudly groaned as more tears slipped from your eyes. You really didn’t know shit when it came to this pregnancy thing.

Your mind briefly wondered to Baby Notes Vol 1. You should probably take the time to actually read through it a little. Skimming it wouldn’t kill you.

Physically.

The sudden pounding at your door snapped you almost immediately out of your thoughts.

“Y/N?? Y/N, it’s me!”

With a final pathetic sigh you found yourself gathering up all the alcohol from the cabinets that you could into your arms and placing them in the bathtub before jotting over to the door.

As soon as you opened it Deku barged in and gripped you softly, “I came as soon as you called! What’s up, what's wrong?! Are you okay??” His eyes frantically danced around your wet eyes and red sockets before he allowed them to roam all over you, checking for injury.

He wouldn’t ever think that Kacchan was the type of guy to put his hands on you, especially with how much he’s grown since high school, but the nagging voice in the back of Izuku’s mind fervently reminded him of all of the bruises and burns and numberless emotional scars he accumulated with he was quirkless from his childhood friend.

And here was a woman he deeply cared about-- quirkless—having to spend time alone with said childhood friend.

“What’s wrong??” Izuku found himself repeating as his hands mindlessly wiped the fluid from your cheeks. As soon as he committed the action, however, his face ran completely red and he quickly released you from his grip, so that he could get a grip of himself.

You didn’t notice his slip up, and if you did you sure as hell didn’t care at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand. Two to be exact, “Twins,” you simply said to him as tears began flowing down your cheeks more furiously.

“Huh? Oh… Oh.” Izuku’s eyes went wide as your words sunk in. As soon as he threw you an obviously apologetic glance you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed throwing him a bit off guard as he barely caught you in his arms.

Izuku’s eyes nervously roamed around your home as if he were searching for the right thing to say to you, but as he made contact with an open pantry in your kitchen, his jaw dropped-- your alcohol pantry.

It was far less full than it had been the last time that he visited, “Y/N… What’s with the… have you been drinking?” he pulled you away from his chest and looked seriously into your eyes.

The sight honestly kind of scared you a little—like a 15-year-old being caught with their first beer-- that is, until you remembered that you were innocent as fuck, “No,” you gave a slight chuckle through your tears at the sudden surge of intimidation, “I need your help getting rid of it.”

You walked away from Izuku for a moment, leaving him confused and a bit wary of where this was going, until you returned with a hammer—leaving him even more concerned,

You were aiming for bad ass Harley Quinn vibes, but you were sure that with a dried trail of tears on your cheeks and the force smile splitting your face you came across like more of a psycho ass Harley Quinn. Furthermore, the look on Deku’s face screamed that you were correct (also it screamed ‘GET THIS GIRL IN A STRAIGHT JACKET!’).

“What are you gonna do with THAT?” Izuku squealed.

“I need to get my favorite bottles out of the house. Stat. and you're gonna help me.” At your words, Deku gave a gigantic sigh of relief, but still kept his eyes glued on the hammer in your hands. You noticed and shrugged a bit, “Smashing things is also really cathartic. I am sure you of all people can agree with that.”

“Heh… Yeah. But are you sure this is okay? I mean, I don't want to raise your blood pressure or anything because--”

“Deku. Less talk, more smash,” you threw a towel in your tub to make clean up a little easier, and so you didn't knock a chunk of tile on your bathtub. You gave Deku one last glance. He was still looking very uncertain, but you threw him a short smile before bringing the hammer down onto a bottle of tequila. The bottle instantly shattered, sending bits of glass throughout your tub. You looked up to give Deku an excited glance, and surprisingly, he returned one right back.

“See? Not so bad!”

But you spoke too soon as the scent kicked you in the fucking nose. It was too far to turn back now. You choked down your nausea and handed Deku the Hammer, “You go ahead and get started. I’ll go get another weapon-- I mean… tool,” you corrected yourself after he sent you a terrified stare.

As you made your way back to the after grabbing your second weapon-- I mean tool a sudden thought crossed your mind. Without hesitation, you pulled your phone out and dialed in,

“Hello?”

“Yes. How may I help you today?” Dr. Yamakawa sounded from the other line.

“It’s Y/N…Y/N L/N…” you trailed off, hoping that you wouldn't have to say the ‘p word’ or anything relating to it.

His old ass better take the hint. To your dismay, his old ass did not take the hint, and a long pause of awkward silence filled the air.

You pursed your lips together in annoyance, “Mama Bakugou,” you clarified through gritted teeth, still dancing around the fact that you were a maternity patient of his.

“Ohhhhh!” He exclaimed, causing your face to fall into an expression of disappointment as he continued, “What can I do for you, Mama Bakugou?!”

This mf. You internally ground and fought the urge to facepalm, “Well. I need you to write a doctors note for me.”

“For…?”

“Work?”

“For your pregnancy? Dear, why don’t you just take maternity leave for that?”

“No.” In the moment you shook your head even knowing that he couldn't see you, “I need a few weeks more before I can tell my job about this… situation. I’m a model. They own me through a contract and I didn't exactly add two roommates to the lease on my body...”

There was a pause on the other line, causing your heart to lurch a bit, but things soon went back to normal when he finally spoke up, “I’ll see what I can do. I’ll email you something.”

You gave one final thanks (and an internal ‘yessss’) before making your way back to the bathroom, “Hey Deku, sorry it took me so long I was just--” you froze at the sight in front of you. The shirt that Izuku wore was completely drenched in liquid and your tub had a gigantic hole on the side.

Your lips fumbled over themselves as you gawked at the spectacle. Deku could only send you a nervous laugh,

“Uh, hahaaa… Can we be done now? This… this burns,” he rapidly blinked the liquid from his eyes as he glances back down to the lot of broken bottles in your tub before throwing your one more pleading glance.

You choked down a laugh, causing it to flee from you in the form of a snort, “Someone had some pent up aggression, huh?”

In response, his face delved into a deep shade of red, “I.. uh..” he had no idea how to answer you when you looked at him like that-- your lips curved into a stunning smirk of a smile. Izuku promptly cleared his throat, “C-can I take a shower?”

“Obviously not that one-- you're totally fixing that by the way Mr. Big Shot Hero,” with a laugh you swiftly made your way to him and carefully grabbed the hammer from his grasp, looking up to see his face dive even deeper into crismon. You flashed a smile at the display. He really was adorable as hell.

You took in his face bit by bit-- his soft, blushed skin, his freckles cheeks, his round eyes. As you digested his expression you swore you could see an entire forest within his stare. Suddenly your heart pinged.

“Uh, Y/N,” Izuku interrupted your thoughts, causing your heart to throb for a different reason as you suddenly realized the proximity of the two of you. You stepped back so fast that your head spun. At least, you hoped that was why your head was spinning,

“You can use my shower.” you said very abruptly as you turned away from him,gesturing him to follow you to your bedroom.

Your bedroom. Your hear throbbed once more. Deep down, you hoped that you were about to have a heart attack or something; however, something within you told you that that probably was not the case. You swallowed hard.

What the fuck was happening?

‘KNOCK kNOCK KNOCK’

The next morning you found yourself stirring awake to a loud succession of banging. Your eyes fluttered open for a moment only before they snapped back shut. The magnet drawing them together and you closer to sleep was much stronger than whatever noise was trying to wake you up, “Mhmfmfm…” you muttered as you rolled over on the couch and pulled the blanket over your head.

Izuku, however, was not one to ignore such an obvious noise and he found himself trudging off of the other sofa he slept on to answer whoever was banging on the door.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!’

“Coming!” the green haired man tiredly called out as he launched himself toward the front door and swung it open.

The astounded face on the other side of the entrance soon mirrored his own.

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed.

Bakugou’s shocked expression very quickly contorted into one of pure rage, “What the hell is going on here?!” He screamed causing you to jolt awake as you threw the blanket over your head. You found yourself fumbling up as Bakugou continued to scream pointed to Deku, “The fuck is he here for??”

You made your way over to the two men- one seemingly terrified, and the other obviously enraged. As your head began lifting from the daze of sleep, you crossed your arms and glared at Bakugou, “He spent the night helping me with something,” you shook your head, trying to free yourself from the oncoming headache, “Hey, better question: why are you here?”

Bakugou seemed to swallow his own tongue as his jaw clenched shut, “I wanted to… uh…” he glared at the ground as he tried to find his next words. Shit. why was this so fucking hard? He should have never listened to that Shitty Hair and come over here. Bakugou scoffed to himself before redirecting his stern gaze back toward you, “Come with me.”

You could only blink.

What kind of caveman talk…You tilted your head as you fleetingly threw a confused glance toward Deku, who only shrugged in response.

Bakugou quickly grew tired of yours and Dekus silent conversation, “You wanna hang out or not??” he growled before throwing another heated finger toward Deku, “And he can’t come.”

“I was just heading out anyways. It’s no big deal really!” Izuku defensively threw his hands up as if to show Bakugou that he was no threat at all. He went to gather a few of his belongings from the sofa he slept on before throwing Bakugou one more gaze-- this one a lot more astute.

A majority of Midoriya’s mind told him that there was nothing to worry about at all, but there was still a small section of him that couldn't shake the memories of how Bakugou treated him as a quirkless child. Izuku knew that he would never hurt you! But… just in case…

“You take care of her Kacchan,” the tone came off pleadingly but the look in his eyes was a bit stern. You had never seen this portion of Deku before and it almost instantly caused your chest to thud, harshly reminding you of last night’s sensations. Shit.

“Don't tell me what the fuck to do, Deku. Those are my kids in there. Not yours. You just remember that,” Bakugou scoffed, causing Izuku’s expression to falter ever so slightly before he fixed it again.

Your jaw dropped at the sheer bluntness of his statement, “Kacchan, what the f--”

“I guess you’re right, Kacchan,” Izuku began, “Sorry if I crossed a boundary,” he smiled at Bakugou-- who only huffed in return-- and quickly turned to you, making the tightness in your chest worse, “Bye, Y/N!” Izuku smiled, almost too innocently, considering the raging war in your gut at the moment.

You smiled back-- a feeble attempt at masking the inner turmoil ravaging your insides. “Peace, bb,” you gave him a weak hug before gesturing him out of your home. You threw him one final smile before shutting the door. You instantly whipped your head back around the the blonde brat behind you, “What. The. Fuck!?”

“I already told you. I want to hang out.”

“Are you fucking allergic to texting or some shit??” you yelled, “You just waltz in like you own the damn place and demand me to ‘Ohhh ahhh wo-man! come with me, wo-man’,” you renacthed his prehistoric behavior.

Bakugou felt his muscles tighten in response to your taunting. Your loud nature, mixed with the confrontational behavior was reminding him way too much of his own mother. He swore on his life that he would never end up with a woman like her and yet, here he was standing in front of her fucking carbon copy. The thought made him sick as he groaned in frustration,

“Shitty hair was fucking wrong!” Bakugou spat, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he continued, “The last thing I want to do is hang out with a bitching hag like you!!”

Your jaw dropped, “Excuse me??” You have heard pretty much every other insult in the book hurdled at you, but ‘hag’ was never one of them. You laughed, “I wasn’t a hag when you fucked me all night, huh?!”

“Yeah? I don't know what was wrong with me then. You are way different when I am not pumped full of alcohol, apparently.”

Your laughter immediately ceased, “Whatever. you came up to me and confessed your love like a raging SIMP, and now all of a sudden I’m a bitch?

“Fuck! Well, I got to know you past a pretty, stupid, fucking face!”

You blinked in shock. The unfamiliar feeling of your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach overwhelmed you as hurt surrounded your face. Practically your entire life, being beautiful has been a mask of sorts for your overwhelming failures. Still, here this man was-- practically a stranger-- seeing past your facade, looking directly into the steaming pile of shit that you truly were. Your eyes suddenly became warm as tears filled them,

“Then why the fuck are you even here, asshole?? TO PISS ME OFF?” you shouted, throwing your hands by your side and clenching them so tightly that your nails dug into your skin.

“BECAUSE I WANTED TO KNOW ALL OF YOU!” he screamed back. The shocking words fled out from under his harsh tone and stunned you as your brain processed them. You felt your fist unfurl a bit as he continued, “I wanted to know you. Good and bad. Bitchy and not. You're carrying my children… I want to know them,” he finished, almost defeated. This tell of emotion was obviously the last thing he wanted to be doing, you could tell.

Still, it meant a lot for some reason that he felt that he could do this with you “Oh,” you breath out, unable to articulate much else.

“Oh?!” he angrily repeated. Bakugou felt his face shrivel in disgust. He just poured out his being to you once more for you to trample on it like a fucking gymnast mat. However, as Bakugou formed his mouth to say something else, you halted him,

“Go… have a seat,” you gestured to the couch, blinking the accumulating liquid in your eyes away. The blond could only shoot a lone eyebrow up in response, causing you to sigh in exasperation, “Well, Are you just gonna stand there looking like that, or what?” he gave you one final scoff before making his way to one of your couches and seating himself comfortably, propping one of his feet on your coffee table as he glared at the non functioning television.

“Welcome, I guess. I am sure you’ll have no issue making yourself comfortable,” you deadpanned, eyeing his propped up legs, “I’ll go make us some… tea?” you suggested , but no answer came from him, “Tea it is.”

You rolled your eyes before trudging away. You always loved green tea, but for some reason the smell had been killing you lately, so you opted for peppermint tea instead. It was inferior by, far, but it matched the inferior, pathetic life that you had adopted recently.

Jeez. How much self deprecation can you fit into one week? Would this have any effect on the babies? If so, they’d probably come out singing RnB or some shit in the maternity ward. They’d have already stressed dyed hair and an entire Tumblr dedicated to sad aesthetics before they reached their first birthday, for god's sake.

You vehemently shook your head to once again get rid of the oncoming headache that snuck in with these disgusting thoughts, “So Kacchan!” you called out as you walked back to the living room, “What do you wanna know?”

“Don’t call me that,” he simply barked.

“What?”

“Don’t call me that name. I fucking hate it.”

You snorted and took a seat next to his glaring figure. You tried not to notice how he shifted further away from you as you sat down, “I am sure Deku disliked being called worthless his whole life too,” you smirked up at him, “I bet he fucking hated it.”

The atmosphere seemed to once more shift into a much heavier tone after your statement and the room fell quiet for a few beats. Bakugou’s small glare morphed into a much more forced one. It was as if he was trying to use the glare to hide another feeling, you noticed.

Finally, he spoke, “How much do you know.”

You tilted your head into another shrug, “Enough to know that you probably hate the fact that I am quirkless.”

His face contorted into one of pure disgust as the glareful mask he wore faded away like yesterday’s lunch. “I don’t give a fuck,” he argued, but the look you sent him showed no sign of believing it. Bakugou’s disgust deepened, but he made sure to control it enough to where you didn't know that it was directed towards himself.

“Oh really? Let’s see if you can keep that same energy when one of your kids pops out without that flashy quirk of yours,” Of course his face fell, just as you suspected it would. Just like it had for multiple other men you had told.

Most men’s pride utterly shrivels into dust as soon as the pretty girl in front of them-- the one that they fantasize about having a dream life with-- ends up telling them that they are quirkless. As soon as the words fall out of your mouth, the men's dreamy gaze effectively shatters alongside their hopes and dreams concerning you.

Nobody wants to pass weakness onto their children.

“You know what? I think I’ll go first,” you snapped him out of the uncomfortable, uncharacteristic silence, and he gave you an irritated, questioning glance, “You wanted to play 20 questions with me, or whatever. No limitations, okay? And I have the first question for you,” you explained before sending him a challenging gaze, “How could someone so full of hate truly aspire to be a hero?”

You expected him to blow up at you-- to scream, and yell and argue that you were wrong.

Yet.

The slightly apologetic, yet stern look on his face threw you for an absolute loop, “I wanted to win.” he simply answered. Somehow his matter of a factness was worse for you than any furious defensive scenario you had conjured in your mind, but as you went to open your mouth with a roll of your eyes, he halted you,

“That was when I was younger, “ he sharply clarified, “I wanted to win more than anything. To be better than everyone else—and that hasn’t changed but there's more to it now. I have to protect the people I care about—like my idiot roommates—I want to make sure we all come home safe by the end of the night.”

Once again he had thrown you off with a surprisingly normal non-caveman response, “That was actually…”

“My turn,” Bakugou abruptly cut you off, “How many men the you fuck this past few months?”

Your jaw dropped.

And back to Neanderthal you mother fucking guess! “Are you fucking kiddin—”

“You said no limitations,” he gruffly stated.

You bit your tongue and shot him a glare that could match his own before giving a sharp sigh, “Four during the last year. You were the last and the only one during the month I… conceived,” you swallowed as the word left a bitter taste in your mouth, “My turn. What about you?”

“What.”

“How many women the past year?”

“Why the hell does it matter?” Bakugou argued. Your eyes shot down to his body as it shifted around even further from you. From his body language you could tell that his answer was sure to be outrageously high.

He was an extremely attractive guy after all. Those rippling arms were nothing to fuck around with. His red hot eyes could melt steel beams with a passing glance. The chisel of his permanently hardened expression could slice through even the most secured of panties.

Yes. and there was no denying that he was a sex god in his own right.

It also didn't help that his temperament sucked, so you doubted he had had many long term relationships. He had all of the ingredients of a man whore stirring within him.

“I’m just curious,” you shrugged.

Bakugou threw his glare away from you for a moment as he contemplated on whether or not to answer your stupid question. He had his own questions to ask you still so he guessed that he didn't really have a choice if he wanted his answers,“...One.”

Your jaw dropped, “Seriously?” as his face fell into a furious shade of red you were smacked with a sudden realization,

“Kacchan, did you... lose your virginity to m...?” He glared even further away from you, but you could still see his ears falling even deeper into red-- effectively giving you your answer, “Oh my…” he trailed off. No wonder he was so fucking head over heels for you! Through your discomfort a horribly timed joke flew past your lips,

“You knocked her up on the first try huh? You’ve got some super swimmers,” you half laughed, but Bakugou obviously didn't find anything funny about it as he snarled angrily as you,

“Shut up!” he barked, throwing a pillow at you, “My turn. What’s up with you and that shitty Deku?”

The pillow hit you, but it was really his question that had smacked you in the face. Your chest thudded, and you prayed to whoever was listening that he couldn't see the racing of your heart, “He’s just a friend! A really good friend to me. Probably my first actual friend ever,” you said this as a joke, but obviously forgot who you were talking to.

“You didn’t make any in high school?” Bakugou’s face twisted up disbelievingly.

“Never went. Couldn’t afford the tuition...” now it was you who was uncomfortably shifting from him.

“Your parents didn’t help you out?”

“Slow down there, buckaroo,” you laughed, but his face remained as stern as ever as you continued, “That’s like three questions In a row for you. My turn.”

Luckily he caught the hint and didn't press upon the subject any further.

Through the night, you found out a lot of things about him. He was actually younger than you by a few years at twenty years old. His parents were both fashion designers (probably the biggest fucking shock to you considering his choice of black shirts and flannels) and that he was working on making his own hero agency since he had already climbed up the ranks in Japan.

Your game, however, was cut short by the growling of your stomach.

Bakugou almost immediately stood up, surprising you as he walked to your kitchen. Well, you did say ‘make yourself at home’ but this was a little upfront wasn't it? He soon yelled to you from the kitchen as you sat in shock still, “What do you have to eat in this shit hole?!”

Shit hole? You glance around at the decorations and clean atmosphere that you pride yourself on. That jerk. Your house was not a shit hole! “You can eat shit if you want. I’m not hungry.”

“The hell are you talking about? I just heard your stomach growling.”

You shrugged, “Just indigestion. I get a lot of stomach issues with these things inside of me,” the sudden clanging of pots and pan in your kitchen startled you, “What the hell are you doing??” you called out before marching to your kitchen.

You found him rummaging through your cabinets, stopping momentarily to judgmentally eye your still plentiful liquor cabinet for a moment before moving on, “You can starve yourself all you fucking want, but you're not fucking starving my kids.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his accusation, “I’m not starving.”

“You think I’m fucking blind?”

“I have to stay in shape for work. Just like you I am sure,” you walked up to him and grabbed a bicep for demonstration, but he quickly threw your hand away from him as his face fell into a bout of shock. He quickly regained himself,

“Whatever,” he grunted before swinging open your refrigerator.

“What are y—Hey!” you yelped as he began haphazardly throwing food onto one of your counters.

“Is all you have in here rabbit food? Jesus fucking Christ,” he ignored your cries and began throwing certain items together and heating up a pot of water.

You couldn't help but blink at the display. He seemed pretty natural in the kitchen and that in itself was unnatural considering his caveman persona, “You... cook?” you felt uneasy.

“You don’t?”

Honestly, your diet consisted of salads and ramen since you were 15, so cooking wasn't a necessity. You reluctantly shook your head at him.

He looked completely disappointed and disgusted with you but, hey, what else is new? Bakugou scoffed, “Well you’re gonna have to learn how now. Pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes at him. If you wanted fucking Gordon Ramsey bitching you around in the kitchen you would have clicked on that stupid ad that always popped up on your Youtube. Then again, Bakugou was more of a Guy Fieri with that spiky hair of his.

Whatever.

You guessed learning how to cook one meal wouldn't be too terrible,

“What are you stirring the water for if you didn’t put anything in it yet?”

“It helps it heat up faster, idiot.”

“Do you actually throw the noodles on the wall to see if they’re finished?”

Bakugou threw you a frown, “If you’re a fucking dumbass,” he said, moving you aside as he began stirring a saucer filled with vegetables. He completely disregarded your yelp as he moved you as a parade of thoughts bombarded his mind.

He would have to come over more and keep you and his kids fed if you truly didn’t know how to cook. He scoffed and his stirring hand more slightly more erratically with frustration. What kind of grown woman didn't know how to cook pasta?

His thoughts were halted by a loud squelch that sounded through the air. He immediately threw his gaze up to the wall in front of his face and his expression fell at the sight. He growled, snapping his gaze back toward you by the pot of pasta, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” his furious glare danced between you and the wet noodle that stuck to the wall.

“I wanted to see if it would actually stick! Don’t get your balls in a twist, it was one noodle!”

“So damn wasteful,” Bakugou ground his teeth as he frustratedly scrapped the starchy pasta off of your wall. He opened his mouth to tell you just this, but immediately snapped it back shut as he felt something being thrown at his head, “that better not be what I think it is…” he snarled through his teeth as he eyed food dangling from one of the spines of his hair.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. It’s not a worm,” you laughed, but your giddiness was soon cut off as a hot noodle was thrown back in your direction. You could only blink as it stuck itself on your nose.

“Hmph,” the corners of Bakugou’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, “It’s a good look on you, noodle face,” You laughed but once again was cut off. The brief sound of his laugh coinciding with your own shocked you.

His smile slowly died down as he caught wind of you gawking at him. He cleared his throat, “Are you done being a child? I’m ready to enjoy my good ass cooking.”

However, you didn't answer him as you once again found a smile creeping onto your face. He rolled his eyes and began making himself a plate of food, but he quickly grew tired of you smiling at him like some bimbo,

“What?!” He snapped, “You want another noodle to the face.”

You shook your head as you shuffled past him to serve yourself a plate, “No.. just you have a nice laugh.”

He scoffed, “That all you're eating?” he completely disregarded your comment but you decided to let it die too,

“I don’t see you with any food on your plate,” you shrugged, “I’d be more worried about yourself if I were you,” you winked at him before setting down at the table.

The night went pretty well after that. So well, in fact, that the two of you decided to have “parental meetings” every few days so that Bakugou could teach you how to cook. You ended up learning how to make 10 more dishes within the next three weeks.

Bakugou and you didn't exactly become close, but there were far less screaming matches than there had been in your first few meetings. You still didn't know him very well, but he wasn't necessarily a stranger anymore.

It was… nice.

The next check up came very quickly because of your lack of employment and your dates-- err um… “parental meetings” with Bakugou.

“Your twins should be about the size of avocados now! We’ll check again with a routine ultrasound. We do have the DNA tests in for you all so I’ll just go and run for those real quick.. well walk briskly. You don’t do an awful lot of running at my age.”

“I don’t do an awful lot of running now,” you joked, and Bakugou sent you a stern glare that screamed, ‘don’t encourage him.’ you shrugged as the doctor walked out of the room.

It was silent for what seemed like forever. You and Bakugou still weren't very good at sparking conversations, but eventually he spoke up as you laid back on the exam table, “You're really fucking showing now.”

You brows instantly came together, high fiving each other in your state of being roasted, “Thanks...” you deadpanned.

The look on your face sent a wave of hurt through the blond’s heart.

What the hell. It was like he felt your hurt. For the first time in a long time, Bakugou actually regretted his choice of words. He glared at the ground as he attempted to change the subject, “You’ve been eating, right?”

“How else Would I be sitting here, looking fat and talking to you, Kacchan.”

“I told you don’t call me that,” he paused, as if he were really considering his next statement, “Call me Katsuki,” he finally dragged out.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Kacchan.”

Just as Bakugou open his mouth the no doubt scream at you, Dr. Yamakawa entered the room,

“Mama Bakugou! We have some really good news. Everything seems fine with the twins according to the DNA testing. One is a little small right now, but it’s completely normal for there to be a dominant twin so to speak. No genetic abnormalities or health concerns,” you saw Bakgou visibly stiffen at this before relaxing as the doctor continued, “’Cept for you.”

You shook your head, blinking heavily as if you’d just been punched in the brow, “Me?”

“You do have a concerning BMI—you tend to lean a little towards underweight. I understand you are in the profession of modeling correct,” he said very, curtly, “You need to add more calories to your daily intake. You wont need to ‘eat for three” as they say, but you do need to put on some substantial pounds or you will risk a premature birth..”

You had no fucking idea what to say to that. ‘Nice?’ ‘Cool beans.’ ‘fucking just give me the mother of the year award already!’ You felt your chest tighten and suddenly you realized you hadn't been breathing. You sucked in abruptly, causing the doctor to take a step towards you,

“You're looking a little flushed there, Mama Bakugou.”

“Well how else is she supposed to respond when you tell her like that, old man?!” Bakugou snapped, causing both you and the doctor to gawk at him.

“Kacchan! What the fuck don’t talk to him like that, jerk!”

Bakugou scoffed, throwing his glare, much more pouty this time-- to the jar of cotton balls on the counter of the office.

“It wouldn't help either of you to sugar coat this, son,” the doctor sighed, “You have made it this far along in her pregnancy. Miscarriage is substantially less likely but if you want to give these babies a better chance, I’d suggest higher caloric intake.”

Needless to say, Bakugou did not leave the doctor's office that day a very pleasant man. He would angrily stalk ahead of you a for a few moments before pausing and grumbling about how ‘fucking slow’ you were as you caught up before the cycle would start all over again. You could only take this for so long, however,

“What!?” you yelled suddenly as the grumbling phase of his cycle began once more, “Will you stop fucking brooding already and speak your mind—”

He instantly snapped his face towards your own to stare into your eyes. You fumbled back a bit as the intense vermilion bore into you. You opened your mouth to speak but his serious expression exclaimed something before yours could,

“I wanna move in with you.”

You paused. You couldn't have fucking heard that right.

He… wants to...

“What…?” you mouthed.

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mizumelona · 4 years ago

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set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: Hello? Remember me? Did ya’ll think I’d dropped this. Ahhh Sorry for being slow. I felt like I had to take my time with this chapter since it’s the last one! (In the main story. I’m still planning on having an epilogue). Thanks for being patient! I’m so excited to finally share this with you all!

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Atsumu’s car flew down the highway toward your aunt's house.

It was a bright day. You observed the puffy clouds spread across the sky through the window of Atsumu’s truck. It was an older Tacoma model but somehow it had a fresh leathery smell. You could tell that Atsumu treated this thing like his baby. As shitty as his personality was, you couldn’t deny that Atsumu seemed like a pretty reliable guy.

You looked over at him in the driver's seat. He was sitting with his left hand on the wheel and his right arm slung over the back of your chair. He was wearing a white button-down with the sleeves pushed up tucked into some dark jeans.

The sun was catching on his hair, dancing along its golden waves as he bobbed his head to the guitar riff playing on the speakers. The first few chords of a new song started. It was that one Megan Thee Stallion song that was always on the radio lately. Huh, you never really pegged Atsumu to be into rap.

You were about to go back to staring out the window when Atsumu turned to you and drawled in unison with the speakers, “I’m that bitch~”

You made an incredulous face. He looked over at you with a smirk but didn’t stop. “Been that bitch, still that bitch~”

You burst out laughing and then decided to chime in, “Will forever be that bitch~”

Atsumu flashed a bigger smile, his face turning a little red from trying not to laugh. You had trouble keeping up between your cackles. He was nodding his head and waving his right hand along to the beat. For the next few minutes, you both vibes along with the song until it finished. Once it did Atsumu turned to you with a snicker, “You’re not half bad sweetheart”

“Of course not”, you said crossing your arms. “I am that bitch. And apparently, you are too”, you snickered.

With a sigh you looked out the window, realizing that you were getting close to your aunt's house now. Suddenly it hit you that you were really going through with this. Was it a stupid idea? Would things go terribly wrong? Would someone see through the act and call you out? Your forehead went tense as you imagined all the worst-case scenarios for what could happen.

“Oho it’s a little too late to be gettin’ cold feet”, Atsumu said, clearly reading your thoughts.

“Hnnng”, you grumbled and massaged your temples.

“And anyway”, Atsumu continued, “isn’t this what ya wanted. It’s gonna be fun. Trust me” He turned to you with a boyish grin as he said that, the kind that made your heartbeat just a little bit faster.

Jeez. This guy. It was all your idea, so why did he sound more excited about it than you were?

“Plus. You’ve got me on your side. Makin’ my teammates shine is my special skill.”, Atsumu said with a smirk. Nevermind, he definitely wasn’t cute. Just your every day egotistical asshole. And now your nerves were back. Rip.

“This isn’t volleyball!” You quipped back. “Also slow the fuck down! We’re getting close to the house!”

“Wait, what! Which house!”, Atsumu exclaimed, slamming on the breaks.

“The blue one- No! Not that blue one the other blue one!”

Atsumu pulled the truck into the driveway with a screech. You lurched forward but your seatbelt stopped you from flying into the dash. You were about to flip out at him when you noticed your jerk cousin sticking his head out of the door inspecting the truck. Right. He probably didn’t recognize Atsumu’s truck. Hehe. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

You looked nervously at Atsumu, but he didn’t seem worried at all. If anything he seemed giddy.

“Ya ready?”, Atsumu said, his eyes glinting.

“Of course”, you said, giving him a sly smile.

You both opened your doors and got out of the truck. As you fixed your hair, Atsumu jogged around to your side of the car and snaked his arm around your waist. You raised your eyebrows at him. He leaned down so his lips brushed against your ear and whispered, “let’s have fun with this”

He then moved his lips from your ear to your face and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. You felt your face flush. He smirked and whispered in your ear again. “That was pretty cute. Didn’t take you as the type get flustered easily”

Was that a challenge? You glanced at your cousin who was still gaping at the doorway and smiled. If that’s how this was going to be, game on. You wrapped your arm around Atsumu and leaned your head against his chest, as you two made your way to the entrance.

“Hey cuz!”, you called out.

“Hey”, he absentmindedly responded, staring at Atsumu. “Who…is this?”

“Oh! This is my boyfriend, Atsumu.”, you said with extra emphasis on the word boyfriend.

“Nice ta meet ya”, Atsumu held out his hand.

Your cousin still looked confused as fuck. To be fair it’d been several years since you’d last been in a relationship and even then you rarely brought your significant others to family parties. In a way, fake-or-not, bringing Atsumu today was a first.

You pulled Atsumu past your dumbstruck cousin, through your aunt’s house toward the backyard where brunch was about to start. You both paused in the doorway taking in the sight. When it came to stuff like this, your family was unapologetically extra. Flowers were arranged and the nice dishware was set out at the large table on the left side of the space where most of your family was seated chatting. Atsumu’s eyes lingered on the volleyball net that was set up on the opposite end of the yard.

You took a few steps ahead of Atsumu, making your way through the door and down the stairs into the yard when your foot slipped. “Woah there!”, Atsumu exclaimed, lunging forward and looping his arm around your waist to prevent you from toppling over the side of the little staircase and into your aunt’s flowerbed. “Jeez that was a close one sweetheart”, he told you with a grin and a chuckle.

“T-thanks”, you stuttered out, hyperaware of how the chatter in the space had suddenly died down. Your aunts and cousins exchanged sly smiles and incredulous looks at the scene in front of them. You gulped. Atsumu beamed.

“Y/n?”, your mom called out looking bewildered. She glanced from you to Atsumu then back to you. “Who is this?”

“I’m her boyfriend, Atsumu. Nice to meet ya. Hope I’m not intrudin’”, Atsumu said with a toothy grin.

“Oh no. Not at all! Come sit down!”, your mom ran up to you both and got you situated next to each other at the table.

“I told you”, one of your aunties whispered loudly to your mom. The kind of whisper that was meant to be heard.

“You told her what?”, you asked.

“That you had a boyfriend. I heard all about it from Daisuke’s mom”, she said with a satisfied shrug.

“You did?”, you said, incredulous. The aunties’ gossip was next level. How did they already hear about that?

“I heard some guy crashed your date with Daisuke to declare his love for you”, she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Atsumu coughed and looked at you raising an eyebrow. You suppressed a snicker.

“He said what?”, Atsumu said, trying to keep up his dashing smile but his irritation was clearly showing through. You had to suppress another snicker. He was always going on about how fake your smiles were but let’s be real, he was worse. His fake smile intensified and he inconspicuously kicked you under the table, but you just returned the favor and smiled wider. Oh the beauty of gossip.

Your aunt continued, “I also heard that Daisuke was going to fight the guy so you dumped water on him” Now it was Atsumu’s turn to laugh. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. What the hell Daisuke? Talk about a two-faced snake.

“I did what?”, you exclaimed with a scoff.

“And that after you ran off together into the sunset”, your aunt concluded the story. You and Atsumu sat dumbfounded. What kind of warped tale was this? Your aunt leaned closer and asked, “You’re her secret boyfriend right?”

Atsumu thought for a second then looked at you with a devious smirk. While the rumors were wild, they weren’t exactly bad. After all, you were here to convince your family that you and Atsumu were having a sweeping romance. Why not lean into it? You smiled back him and somehow knew you were on the same wavelength. Atsumu put his arm around your shoulder and replied, “Well I guess it’s no secret anymore, but yeah it’s true. I’m absolutely crazy about her”

“And apparently, I’m a little crazy for him too”, you added. You leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Atsumu’s cheek. As you pulled away, you noticed that despite his nonchalant smirk his cheeks were turning pink. For all his big talk, he got flustered this easily? Maybe you should tease him more often.

You reached for his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze as the meal began. Atsumu turned to you looking a little surprised, then rubbed your palm with his thumb and squeezed your hand back.

“I’m gonna go make myself a drink”, you excused from yourself from the table, leaving Atsumu who was chatting animatedly with your aunties. You made your way over to the drink table and poured yourself a cup. Your asshole cousin, seemingly recovered from the shock of your entrance, walked up to the table and poured himself a drink too.

“So”, he said pausing to take a sip, “How’d you meet this guy anyways. You were definitely single at my wedding three weeks ago.”

“Why do you sound so suspicious? We just kept running into each other. It was like fate or something”, you said making a grand gesture with your cup.

Your cousin scoffed. “Hah fate? Are you kidding? There’s no way.”

“You’re real funny ain'tcha?”, Atsumu appeared wrapping you from behind in an embrace. You tensed up, surprised by his sneaky hug. Something told you this was payback for earlier.

Your cousin rolled his eyes and turned to Atsumu, “Tell the truth buddy, did she bribe you to come with her today?

“Nah she didn’t, but if I knew you were gonna be here, she might’ve had to”, Atsumu said with a menacing chuckle, “I’m kiddin’”

You snickered.

Suddenly, a volleyball flew in your direction. Before it could hit anyone, Atsumu crouched down and bumped it back in the direction it came from, where a bunch of the kids had been passing it back and forth.

“Watch it kiddos”, he shouted as he returned the ball.

“Thanks, mister”, one of the kids shouted back.

“Nice”, your cousin said with a smirk. “Do you play?”

“Yeah I do”, Atsumu said, fixing his hair.

“Hah. Same. I played for the club team back in university. Hey, do you wanna round some people up and play a little match?”, Your cousin nodded in the direction of the net.

You looked at Atsumu skeptically. No matter how you looked at it it wasn’t exactly fair for a pro-player to go up against a bunch of amateurs. Then again, Atsumu was here for the sole purpose of being petty…

“Sure. Why not?”, Atsumu accepted the offer and winked at you.

Soon Atsumu and your cousin had gathered two teams of three people on either side of the net and a small crowd of children to watch. You were watching seated from the table with your mom and a few other aunties.

“Hey lover boy, I’ll let you serve first”, your cousin shouted, tossing the ball to Atsumu. Atsumu adeptly caught the ball and deviously smiled in your direction. You held a hand over your mouth covering your smile. Your shitty cousin had no idea what he was getting into.

Atsumu stalked away from the net then stopped. You thought back to his little serve routine at his game and stifled a giggle. There was no way. He wasn’t going to do it. Not here. Not to a bunch of 8-year-olds. He turned back with a serious face and snapped his hand up into a fist. The kids looked around awkwardly.

“PFTTT”, you nearly did a spit take. LMAO did he really just try to silence a bunch of 8-year-olds. You slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from full-on wheezing. Your mom gave you a concerned look, so you took a deep breath and tried to pull yourself together.

“So”, the gossiping aunty from earlier turned to you and asked, “What does your boyfriend do?”

“Oh, Atsumu?”, you smiled and watched as Atsumu leaped into the air and slammed his hand into the ball. “He’s a pro-volleyball player”. Everyone at the tables eyes went wide and swung to look the scene at the makeshift volleyball court.

Bang! The ball went flying over the net. You really shouldn’t have laughed, but after all the shit he put you through you couldn’t help the cackle that escaped your lips as you saw the incredulous look on your cousin's face as the ball came barreling in his direction. It slammed into his gut with a dull thud that had him doubled over wheezing.

“Shit man sorry about that.” Atsumu jogged up to the net and rubbed the back of his head bashfully. “I’ll tone it down next time” As he jogged back into position, Atsumu sneakily winked at you. Jeez, what an asshole…but maybe…it wasn’t so bad to have an asshole on your side. To be fair you were kind of a bitch yourself. Honestly together you made a compatible pair. A power couple... A couple huh? You didn’t mind the thought. Maybe even more than that. Maybe you liked it. Because even though today was just supposed to be fun and games maybe, just maybe…you wanted it to be real. Maybe, you liked him for real. Shit. You bit your lip.

“It was great ta meet ya’ll today”, Atsumu waved goodbye to your family and made his way back to his car.

Your cousin grimaced at him through the doorway. Your mom was literally glowing as she waved goodbye. As you ran up to give her a goodbye hug she whispered in your ear, “You are going to fill me in on this later. I don’t know where you found him, but don’t let him get away!”

You smiled and whispered back, “Okay” Well, you couldn’t exactly let your mom down could you? And it’s not like you wanted him to get away either. You made up your mind. There was only one thing to do now.

You and Atsumu got back into his truck and started driving away. The sun was high in the sky now.

“Phew”, you sunk into your seat.

“Tired?”, Atsumu reached over ruffling your hair. You slapped his hand away. He pulled back with a chuckle.

“Just a bit”, you said resting your cheek on your hand propped against the door. “Hey. Thanks for today. For everything”

“No problem sweetheart”, Atsumu said, still focused on the road.

“I can’t believe you tried to silence the kids though. That was fucking hilarious”, you snickered remembering the sight.

“What? It’s my ritual. Can’t serve without it”, Atsumu argued.

“Fine. fine. Also, that serve was hilarious. Thanks for that too”, you chuckled remembering that too.

“I have no idea what you're talkin’ about”, Atsumu said with a sly smile and wink.

“Riiight”, you said rolling your eyes.

“Back to your apartment sweetheart?”, Atsumu asked.

“Hm, can we actually go for a little detour?”

Atsumu raised his eyebrows, “Oh, where d’ya wanna go?”

“I dunno…anywhere?”, you weakly suggested. Atsumu tilted his head, looking even more confused. You continued, “I just don’t feel like going home just yet”

“…Okay”, he had a mischievous smile, "Then I’ll take ya to my special spot.”

“Ooo. Special spot? Wonder where it could be”, you rolled down the window letting the breeze blow through your hair.

“Y’know when you said you were gonna take me to your special spot somehow I thought it was going to be I dunno...cool?”, you deadpanned.

“What! This is totally cool!”, Atsumu exclaimed.

“This is the dingy back parking lot of the volleyball stadium!”, you exclaimed back, motioning to your surroundings. Yep, he’d brought you to the empty parking lot behind Sendai stadium. It was just you two in the truck and the dumpster across the lot. So romantic.

“It’s my special spot!”, Atsumu grumbled.

“…”, You didn’t know what to say to this idiot. You fell for this guy? This guy? Talk about a volleybaka.

“…it’s even more special because this is where we had our first date”, Atsumu continued grumbling.

“Date?”, you asked. Did he really think of that time as a date? Was he just messing around again? You couldn’t keep leaving things ambiguous. You snapped, “Party’s over lemon head, you can drop the act now.”

“Right…”, Atsumu sighed and scowled. Maybe that was a little harsh, but you needed to get real with him right now.

You steeled yourself and turned to him, ”Hey Atsumu. I’m done acting, so can you hear me out for real?”

“…Sure?”, Atsumu propped his cheek on his knuckles, his elbow resting on the steering wheel.

“When I first met you”, You tentatively started, “I thought you were a complete asshole”

“Well jeez thanks”, his face turned even more sour.

“As we kept running into each other”, You continued. Atsumu’s face lit up. “I was even more convinced you were an asshole”

He grimaced and looked down. “You really had me in the first half the-“

“You’re a big, fat, petty, asshole BUT I’m also a greedy, irritable bitch.”, Atsumu looked up and raised his eyebrows. You kept going, “When I’m with you I feel like I can just be my realest, nastiest self and it’ll be okay”

You sighed and smiled a genuine smile at him, “It’s like I can finally take a breath y’know. Be at ease. And because I’m not afraid of coming off as nasty, I have the space to be sweet if I want to, to be comfortable. And the more comfortable I got around you the more I realized you could be sweet and sincere too”

You turned and looked him straight in the eyes. You had to see his reaction to what you were about to say next. “I know I asked you to come today so we could mess around and be petty but”, you paused then squeezed the final words out, “but I think I like you for real”

You stared intently at him, trying to read his expression. To deduce his feelings, predict his response. What was he thinking? For a second his expression didn’t change at all, then he sighed an exasperated sigh, and a small grin spread across his lips.

“Jeez [y/n] that ain’t fair”, Atsumu raked his fingers through his hair and pouted. “You weren’t supposta beat me to it!”

“Huh?”, you paused, not knowing what to make of it. Beat him to it?

Atsumu started speaking, “I’m a jerk and I know it. I don’t care. It makes me stronger this way. Usually, people back off or scold me once they realize I’m an asshole, but you’re never afraid to play dirty.” He stopped to chuckle. “It was kinda charming. I thought that was all there was to my feelings for you: a little sexy rivalry. But lately, that changed…”

Atsumu bit his lip before continuing. “I hate losers…even if that loser is me, but with you…”, he sighed. “Did ya really expect me not to fall for ya? You, the girl who makes me feel cool even when I’m a loser” His face flushed and he smiled but he also looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I didn’t think somethin’ like that could ever happen. Do you know how crazy that feels? For everything you thought you knew about yourself to be flipped upside down like that?” He looked straight at you with determination. You couldn’t turn away. “That’s why I’m sure. I like you. I like you for real”

Atsumu smiled a vulnerable, boyish smile. It looked so different on him from his usual devious smirks. You sat with your mouth agape.

After sitting in silence for what felt like it could be an eternity you finally spoke up, “…So we both like each other”

“Guess so sweetheart”, He shrugged, some mischief creeping into his tone. Classic Atsumu. He bit his lip, seemingly deciding on something and spoke, “Hey, there’s one thing I really don’t want ya to beat me to…if you’ll let me”

He leaned over the console, cupping his hand around your cheek. His hand was warm. You shivered at the touch.

“Can I?”, he asked.

You smiled and leaned toward him, but he swiftly pulled away.

“Woah woah I said I wanted to beat you to it!”

“Atsu-“

He closed the distance between you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #atsumu #atsumu x reader #set me up

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softfeelingsandangstywriting · 3 years ago

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Whumptober: They Made Me Do It

Leonardo watched Michelangelo run round and round the table, getting chased by the wasp. He timed their passes and got ready to jump, just in case he needed to intervene.

"He's really turned running away screaming into an art form," Raphael quipped, and Leonardo couldn't hide a little amused smile.

"Well, at least he's good at something, right?" Donatello commented. Michelangelo, almost immediately after, tripped, and Donatello followed up with: "Good-ish."

The wasp came crashing down after the youngest, and the older three took that as their cue, hopping out of their hiding spot and towards the giant insect.

But, of course, Michelangelo just had to disobey orders, and struck out with his nunchucks, taking both the wasp, and the others, down in the process before getting dragged around in the wasps panic. Donatello and Raphael were thrown against the wall, leaving only Leonardo standing.

Well, per usual, it was up to Leonardo to do something about it. Pushing back his twinge of annoyance, he drew his katanas, ready to end that thing then and there.

The wasp went at him, much faster than he anticipated, and promptly jabbed its stinger into his arm. His vision went dark as pain erupted in his right arm. The next time he could see again, the wasp was dead on the floor and his brothers were discussing why it died.

"...The wasp died because it lost its stinger." Donatello concluded, giving the dead wasp an experimental poke.

Leonardo couldn't swallow his indignance and blurted out: "Yeah, in me! Thanks a lot, Mikey!" That wasn't like him. He didn't usually yell like that. He wasn't too snappy.

...Usually.

"Heh, sorry dude." Michelangelo laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Let me see that," Donatello said, grabbing the stinger and pulling it out harshly. Leonardo let out a short sound of pain and rubbed the swollen spot on his arm. Ow. "Are you okay?" The purple banded turtle asked.

"Pretty sure, but I think I'll think I'll be…" he trailed off with a twitch. Something was pulling him to the far corner of the room. Something was… He needed to find something. "...fine."

Donatello's eyes widened in astonishment as he looked the stinger over. "Mutations are generally anthropomorphic. I've never seen mutagen create giants like this before!"

"Yeah, real fascinating, Donnie." Raphael elbowed him, beak wrinkled and his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The pull intensified to the point it was almost painful, and Leonardo was compelled to follow it. He turned and wandered off to a seemingly inconspicuous pile of newspapers. Pulling them away revealed a large yellowish oval. An egg, he realized.

That egg was important.

He needed to protect that egg.

"Woah, look!" He said instead of keeping it to himself.

"It's some kind of... egg," Donatello said as he approached.

No duh, he snarked silently.

"Stand back. I'll handle this," Michelangelo said confidently, grabbing his nunchucks.

"I'm betting on the egg," Raphael huffed with a smirk.

A surge of protectiveness ran through Leonardo. It wasn't supposed to be there. The egg wasn't anything more than a danger. Still, he yelled, "Wait!" He didn't want to say the rest, he didn't want to say any of it, but it was like he was possessed. "We're not hurting it. We came here to find out what the Kraang are up to, and this egg is our only clue. We should take it back to the lab and let Donnie analyze it."

"Great idea!" Raphael snapped, "Let's take the mutant wasp egg into our home where we live! What's the worst that can happen?"

"It's not safe leaving us around. It'll be fine, I'll just keep an eye on it."

"I'll get it," Michelangelo interfered, reaching down.

No! He'll drop it! This will all be for naught. Well that voice was new.

"Hands off!" Leonardo shouted and pushed himself between the egg and Michelangelo, causing him to yelp and the rest to look over at him.

"Dude, are you alright?" Raphael asked, looking him over, "Because unmotivated bursts of anger are kind of my thing."

"It's just that the egg could be fragile," Leonardo reasoned as he picked up the egg, scrambling to not set off any alarms, "Mikey cannot be trusted with it. I'm carrying it myself."

"I'm beginning to think that he likes that egg more than me," Michelangelo whined, looking over at him longingly. As if he didn't spend as much time as he did with the youngest.

"Well, the egg talks less than you, so there's that," Raphael laughed.

Leonardo stared at the egg the whole way to the Shellraiser. What was going on? He didn't yell like that and he certainly didn't want this thing home. Why was he so protective over it?

%%%

Leonardo tapped his knee rapidly, shaking his head like it would fix something. He wanted to go somewhere else, do other things, get rid of this godforsaken egg, but something rooted him to the place. It hurt to move away, hurt to do anything other than watch over it.

It might be worth it, his mind supplied, This might prove fruitful.

His mind was probably right. Trusting his conscience usually worked out for him.

Find other hosts, it immediately tried to order, Others who will protect. Feed. Watch.

His head hurt, and he raised a hand to grab it, trying to alleviate the pain. The voice grew louder.

Attack, fight, protect! Protect spawn, next generation! Gather food, gather hosts!

No! No, he needed to stay right where he was. He wasn't going to fight when it wasn't necessary.

The egg needed protection.

It needed him.

It needed food.

Leonardo shook his head again. Maybe he would just… Sit for a bit. And try to get his thoughts together before he tore himself apart.

%%%

Michelangelo eventually came sauntering over, getting far too close for his liking. It set off multiple mental alarms, and Leonardo whirled to face him.

Get him away! Protect! PROTECT!

"Back away!" He screamed, and Michelangelo scrambled backwards. "Touch it and I'll kill you! Go!"

Leonardo froze. That wasn't him talking. He'd never say that to any of his family. What came over him? Why did he say that? He didn't mean it? Why couldn’t he move away?

Michelangelo ran.

%%%

Donatello came to him next.

"Leo?" He began, tentatively, as if he was afraid that Leonardo might lash out at him as well, "We're, um, we're worried about you-"

"Go. Now," Leonardo hissed at him.

Something was wrong. He needed to go before he hurt somebody or worse, killed them.

ATTACK! MORE HOSTS FOR THE SPAWN!

That dang voice again. It was still getting louder, sharpening the pain from his headache until it was like an ice pick stuck in his skull.

Donatello the hint and turned, speed walking back into his lab where Leonardo assumed they were all hiding out. Because he was scaring them.

The egg would not let him move away from it, however, that didn't mean he couldn't take it with him.

Leonardo wrapped his arms around the egg and stood, still careful with its fragile shell. He took it and ran far, far away.

He didn't really have a plan for where he was going, he was just running. Anywhere would work.

No! Whatever that voice was screamed, Go back! Turn them! Create food sources for the next generation!

Leonardo grit his teeth and stopped running. If he wanted to do anything, he needed to stop hearing that voice. Then, he would stop feeling that resistance on his limbs, and he could move a little more freely.

He slammed his head against the wall and screamed as loud as he could, drowning out the shouts about "hosts" and "spawn" and "food". He slammed his skull against the brick wall until blood trickled down his temple and slicked a part of the wall. At least the voice had quieted to something more manageable, even if his head hurt worse. If he could think for ten seconds, he could plan a way out of this mess he’d gotten himself into. All he needed was some kind of plan on how to get rid of the egg, then he’d be fine, right? The voice should go away, after all, it only started when he had the egg.

“LEO!”

Shoot, they were coming after him. Leonardo crumpled to the floor, curled up around the egg and leaned against the wall. If he left, it was only to protect them. Why would they go after him when he was dangerous?! As he silently cursed their names, he raised a hand to his head. The voice was back, louder than before now that his family was near.

TURN THEM! GATHER GUARDIANS FOR EGG!

Leonardo screamed again, this time out of the splitting agony in his head like it was getting cracked open.

Then, the pain was gone, and his body was moving without his command. Panic shot through him, followed by a surge of adrenaline. He wished it wouldn’t, but his body moved forward anyway, one sword drawn with intent to hurt or, god forbid it, kill.

He was sick to his stomach when the blood sprayed. Clawing at his own mind to try and free himself, Leonardo screamed silently as his body lunged forward and struck out at his brothers. Still, he could do nothing, and it drove him crazy.

Raphael got too close, and whatever was controlling him took a chance. Leonardo lunged forward and trapped the second oldest in combat by locking their weapons, just long enough to sink his teeth into his arm.

Yes! It has spread! More hosts for the next generation!

No! No, he had to- He had to keep trying to fight, or else he would hurt them badly.

Leonardo suddenly regained his control of his own body and scrambled backwards, dropping his katana. He needed to run before they went at him again, before they got hurt again.

So he did. He turned and ran as fast as he could. Only after he had achieved a distance that he thought was safe did he sit back down to try and gather his scrambled thoughts.

He bit Raphael.

He had spread that stupid voice to him as well.

Leonardo looked at the egg and set it down, then twisted to look at his remaining katana. Slowly, he drew the blade and shifted to sit on his knees.

He raised the sword high above his head, ready to bring it down upon that cursed egg. Just one strike, the membrane would split open, and the larva inside would die. Then he’d be free, and his family would be safe. It would only take one hit if he did it right.

No! Do not attack the spawn! It is almost time!

The katana fell to the floor with a loud clatter, and he went reeling backwards before curling up and whining. It hurt. It hurt to disobey. It hurt. Ithurtithurtithurtithurt-

The silence was shattered. The sound was quiet, near impossible to hear, but if he strained...

Click click click~

Leonardo glanced down at the sound, freezing when he saw an antenna dangerously close to the surface. They were already hatching? He thought he would have more time! It needed to die as soon as possible, but how?

An idea sparked in his mind. He knew what he had to do.

Grabbing the egg, he scrambled to his feet in search of a body of water deep enough to do what he needed to do.

A pool. He needed a pool. That would work perfectly for this. Against his plastron, the egg twitched and the larva inside pushed against the wall of the egg, yearning for freedom. He had to do it fast, because the offspring of the wasp would wait no longer.

He dropped to his knees and forced the egg under.

NO! THE OFFSPRING! PROTECT! PROTECT!!!

Leonardo screamed in agony, dropping far enough that his forehead almost touched the ground, his grip on the egg loosening just a bit.

A crack formed under his fingers, though, and he reset his hold on it as the offspring broke through. No, not one. There were two more behind it. It was only the first of three.

They, however, were not made for swimming, especially fresh out of their egg. Shortly after leaving their cocoon, the hatchlings drowned, sinking slowly in the water.

The screams in his head reached their peak before slowly fading after the wasp's children drowned. He scrambled backwards, reveling in the silence.

It was finally quiet. He was safe. His family was safe. The wasps were gone, (hopefully) to never be seen again.

Leonardo rested his face on his knees and let out a long breath.

He wanted a nap.

#whumptober2021 #no.22 #they made me do it #tmnt 2012 #fic #altno.1 #altno.2 #blood tw

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chaosiism · 4 years ago

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His dance is not stupid.....

#;ic {ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ?ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ}#;;crash {woahing intensifies}#;Dash Commentary #;open {ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴍᴜsᴇs}

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justimajin · 5 years ago

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It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 6

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 4.5k

⇝ (Updated) Summary: Basketball is your everything; your passion for it running deep and wanting nothing more then to play the sport. Problem is, the sport isn't offered competitively to girls and with that, all your hopes immediately fizzle away... ...but who ever said that was going to stop you?

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⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

⇝ Next Update: Tuesday, April 21

Your footsteps are quick and haste, sweat beginning to accumulate at your temples when the glowing numbers before you take their sweet time in lowering. The grip on your backpack only intensifies, glancing back and forth warily until a soft chime resonates.

Stepping inside, you whirl around and press your thumb against the silver pad for the sixth floor. The doors begin to shut when a voice suddenly calls out.

“Wait!” Your hand instantly shoots out with a grimace, only letting once the woman safely enters and the doors are shut close.

“Thank you.” She answers a bit breathless, but you can only offer a small smile in retaliation when you sink against the wall. She stares up at the bright screen, a frown on her lips.

“How long does it usually take to get to the third floor?”

You bite down on your lip, tightly grasping the steel railing. “F-Fifteen minutes.”

She catches the hesitance in your voice, eyes suddenly on alert.

“Are you alright?” When she inches closer, you flinch and hurriedly nod. “Are you sure? You look very pale.”

More colour disappears from your face at that, her keen eyes growing more and more concerned by the minute.

You hear a small ding and the doors open.

She swivels around, feet beginning to slowly move but not before she sends one final glance in your direction.

“Take care young man!”

The doors click and you sigh, slumping further against the steel wall. The numbers progress sluggishly, as if testing how much strength you have left. Once the noticeable giant red six appears, you haul up your plummeting form.

The doors open and you limp over as much as you can, punching your keys into the knob and twisting it instantly. Your backpack gets discarded onto the ground, not even being able to make it to your room when you collapse onto the couch.

Within a matter of seconds, your lids flutter shut.

***

You’re woken up with a wince, insides feeling like they had been churned and twisted. Curling up into a fetal position, sweat trickles down your forehead and your eyes scrunch up, a sudden wave of nausea not helping to relieve any of the symptoms.

Unraveling yourself bit by bit, you manage to flip yourself to face the ground, body suddenly jolting when you come face to face with a certain someone passed out on the ground.

He’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts, a headband keeping his black fluffy locks at bay and head resting against a pillow he’s snatched up. You speculate if he possibly came back from training and somehow just ended up sleeping next to you, but it’s a thought you can’t really contemplate any longer when a throbbing sensation churns up in your stomach.

You recoil back into that fetal position again, all hopes of trying to get up diminishing away. Biting down on your lower lip harshly, you stretch out your arm, fingertips barely meeting his shoulder.

“Taehyung…….Taehyung..….” You quietly whisper, another wave of cramps washing over you as you wince, “Tae…”

Your movements at best, get him to roll away until he’s completely out of your reach. A defeated groan escapes you, the throbbing only magnifying by the minute.

The rustling sound of keys jerks your head up, eyes frantically darting everywhere until they land on the door.

“Who–…oh.” Your eyes meet Jungkook, who leans against the door and is occupied with slipping his shoes off. There’s two bright green bags in his hands that seem to be overflowing with packets of food, but he strides over when he notices you on the couch and Taehyung sprawled all out on the floor.

You open your mouth to retaliate, but a sharp pulse hits your side and a shaky breath escapes you. “J-Jungkook…”

His attention is diverted over to you and you gesture towards the kitchen with your hand, “C-Can you get me my medicine? It should be in the top drawer.”

“Wha– are you okay?”

You peer up to see his furrowed brows when you curl up again, head quickly nodding in response. There’s still a frown on his lips when he glances down, eyes now narrowing at the soft snores escaping from the ground.

Jungkook pads over with his groceries to the man, who still appears to be very occupied with his drowsy state of slumber. Sticking the edge of his foot out, Jungkook pokes Taehyung mildly on the shoulder. To his dismay, he slurs some sluggish incoherent words in response before rolling over into the opposite direction.

“Is he dead or something?” Jungkook glances around for a moment, eyes fixating coincidentally on the location Taehyung has chosen to fall asleep on. His voice dips down, a harsh mutter of words passing through his lips.

“If he drools on my carpet…”

“He won’t.” Jungkook pauses when you interject mid-way, a soft reassuring smile on your lips. “I promise.”

He seems to be contemplating your response when another pricking sensation stabs you in the stomach again, words faltering as you weakly whisper, “Jungkook, m-my medicine…”

There’s still a level of reluctancy brewing within his eyes, but after a deep sigh, Jungkook heads for the kitchen. The groceries that had been gripped in his hands are discarded onto the counter, the drawer you had instructed to him being immediately yanked out. He rummages through it for a second with a frown, hands curling around the small box and leaning over to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

He glances down as he strolls back, brows contorting the longer he stares at it.

“Do you have a stomach ache Y/N?” He ponders, handing you the box and water as your eyes widen for a second. Letting out an uneasy laugh, you faintly smile.

“S-Something like that.”

You instantly take the medicine and chug the water down, handing it back to Jungkook who sets it on the table to the side. He moves to sit on the other end of the couch, seeming to relax though his gaze remains on Taehyung.

“How long has he been like that?

You shrug, “He was just sleeping on the ground when I woke up.”

Jungkook hums, but then he abruptly snaps up much to your own surprise. Darting over to the kitchen counter again, he rummages through the plastic of his grocery bags before a brightly red coloured packet and a box comes out into his hands. Coming back, your eyes remain bewildered until he couches down in front of Taehyung.

The brightly red packet is placed on the perch of Taehyung’s nose, your mouth dropping at the sight as Jungkook aimlessly shuffles back to his spot and reaches out for the remote.

There’s a small smile on his lips when he catches a glimpse of your astonished expression, “He’s been wanting ramen for days. It’ll wake him up faster.”

A faint chuckles escapes you at that, now flowing out freely once the medicine in your system begins to finally kick in. Sinking back into the couch, your lids flutter as you rest your head against the soft cushion.

“Did you eat something bad?” Jungkook questions, the box is in his hands open as he munches down on a cookie.

“Uh…yeah,” You clear your throat, “I should have been more careful.”

He hums, “Hopefully the medicine helps, you need to be good shape for our first game.”

You freeze, becoming wide-eyed as your thoughts come to a pause.

“H-Huh?”

“Yeah….” Jungkook arches up a brow. “It’s tomorrow.”

Your mind crashes with the information, thoughts suddenly spurting out of control. Jungkook’s words only work as a confirmation, because of course you know it’s tomorrow. You had bookmarked the date in your calendar beforehand and were slowly counting down the days in excitement. However, you’ve failed to realize the day had been drawing closer and closer, being too occupied with the radiating pain in your stomach and transcending aches writhing through your form.

You gulp, pupils beginning to shake and shoulders starting to quiver when you can already imagine the horror of trying to play in such a state, wondering if somehow you can just pull through for tomorrow and–

A loud yawn breaks the silence, disrupting your chaotic thinking as a head of tousled black hair straightens up.

“WOAH!”

The red packet falls onto the ground, strands of Taehyung��s hair sticking up in unusual ways and hand pressed against his heart as if he had just gone through a heart attack. He narrows his eyes, staring at the bizarre presence of the ramen before him.

Jungkook keenly watches him, leaning against his hand with a smirk. “Rise and shine dear prince.”

“You got it?!” Taehyung grabs onto the packet with both hands, crinkling the metallic wrapping in the process as he continues to gaze at it. He hurriedly flips it over, eyes searching in wonder, “And it’s the extra spicy flavour!”

Jungkook doesn’t respond to him, eyes darting over to his phone as he occupies himself – though there is a small smile lingering over his lips.

A wide grin stretches across Taehyung’s face, eyes suddenly landing onto you and morphing into concern.

“Oh! Y/N!”

He grabs onto your hand, “Are you feeling better? You were shaking a lot when I came back…”

“I’m alright Taehyung.” You quickly reassure him, however your head still wanders over to Jungkook’s reminder of a very important event tomorrow, not settled down onto a proper solution yet.

Tenderly watching Taehyung jump over to Jungkook with an especially generous hug, you can only hope to yourself that tomorrow will be okay.

***

It’s quite simple.

In the beginning, basketball was a mere game to you.

It’s a distinctive memory, and it started off how usually most new things do.

A peak in interest at a time you had least expected it.

You had been going about with your day, everything seeming to be as ordinary as it could be. That is, until a now familiar, but back then more much foreign orange ball rolled over to your feet.

Your eyes blankly stare at it, lips sullen. When you lean over to grasp onto it, the grainy texture meeting your fingers, there is nothing but mere curiosity dwelling in your eyes. It’s only until you hear the clearing of a throat, a girl around your age having her hand planted against her hip and one outstretched, face unamused that it withers away. A group formulates behind her, all staring at you in anticipation.

The ball tumbles towards the ground, bouncing off the rough surface and into the girl’s hands. She spins around without giving you a second look, the group behind her now fluttering with smiles once she returns.

You pout, feet slowly padding away but eyes still glued to how the girl begins to bounce the ball, passing it over to someone else. Only being able to catch a handful of glimpses through the tall metal wired fence, your steps halt when the second girl closes in on the basket, adding strength into her legs and shooting the ball outwards.

It flawlessly lands through the hoop, a roar of cheers echoing through her nearby players as they pat her on the back and congratulate her.

After that, you remain crouching in the same spot you faltered in. Simply and quietly observing from the cloaked shadows of the fence like a figured being discovering light for the first time.

Unintentionally, the observation ignites a spark, a small flicker of a fire that only seems to grow as time passes, becoming never ending through the desire to soar higher and higher.

It’s quite simple – and yet when you enter that roaring gymnasium, thundering voices bouncing off all the walls, you know that you’ve reached a point in time that is not as simple anymore.

“Over here.” The captain of your team gestures all of you towards him with his hands, a cardboard box resting at his feet. Within an instant, he’s pulled out sets of black sleeveless shirts, mumbling in a low voice.

“Jaebum, Hoseok, Taehyung….” The shirts go flying from his hands, each one meeting a different member’s outstretched hands.

“Y/N.” You react a tad late when he sends one your way, the delicate satin fabric meeting your fingertips. The front has bright swirls of purple, your team name highlighted with white undertones and grey prints.

Flipping over the shirt, there’s a row of giant orange numbers spelling your name, alongside with your assigned number.

“Seven…” You whisper, gazing at the number in puzzlement.

“Make sure you keep them safe.” Yoongi announces, ushering Namjoon over. He clears his throat, capturing everyone’s attention over immediately.

“Since this is going to be your first game, I’m sure you’re all nervous.” He chuckles, “I am too, but we made sure to prepare you all very well for this.”

He sticks his hand out, five fingers raised.

“We’ll have five players on the court at a time, that means ten in total during the game. We’ve already decided on which players will be on the court for today's game.”

A list is pulled out by Yoongi, who hands it over to Namjoon, “Jungkook, Taehyung, Jackson and Y/N.” He makes eye contact with the group, “You guys will be playing for this game.”

Your form stiffens, a forced smile arising on your lips as a hand unconsciously hovers over your stomach.

Yoongi is standing right next to you and it would have been a perfect opportunity. With one simple turn, you could do a swap that would have pulled you out instead of keeping you anchored to the situation at hand.

One simple turn.

And yet, you can’t bring yourself to do it – not when there’s a multitude of flashbacks playing in your head, one that heavily consists of a poorly done try out.

Sucking in a deep breath, you move to stand beside Taehyung and the others. He darts his head around, gaze confused.

“Who’s our fifth player?

There’s a giant smug smile on Yoongi’s lips, sauntering over to stand in the line-up as he carries a basketball in his hands.

“I am.”

Your eyes widen, focused on how Yoongi moves to the middle of the court and beckons the rest of you to follow. Your line of sight briefly changes to the opposing team, who are patiently waiting for your team’s arrival.

With the basketball in one hand, Yoongi reaches out to shake the other’s team captain’s hand, a mutual look residing in their eyes. He then hands the ball over to the referee, signalling for all of you to get into your positions behind him. Jungkook and Taehyung move to stand on either side of him, you and Jackson heading for the back.

The referee holds up the basketball in his right hand, left hand curling around his whistle. Fisting your palms, you plant yourself firmly into position – mind empty as your quick eyes scan over the court.

“First team to three points wins.”

The referee blows his whistle.

The best way to describe the aftermath is a complete blur. Everyone sprints simultaneously, heading out in contrasting directions as you try to navigate where the ball has disappeared to. It’s only until a head of maroon hair darts out, expertly dribbling around the players surrounding him.

His shoes loudly squeak when he runs into the other’s team captain, letting out a grunt when the blockade the captain creates is challenging for him to bypass. However, that’s when Yoongi decides on accelerating his pace, generating enough momentum to breeze by the other captain as the ball is thrown over to an already prepared Jungkook.

He quickly seizes it, eyes suddenly alarmed with the overflowing amount of players rushing at him. Darting his gaze over, a tick escapes him when Taehyung and Jackson are buried in a sea of the other team's players and the captain is right on Yoongi’s toes.

You hastily glide over, finding a lucky opening at Jungkook’s back and outstretching your hands. Jungkook catches on right away, jerking over to the side and thrusting the ball in your direction with the little room he has.

Your hands slap against the basketball, form speeding up rapidly when you can easily swoop through the overshadowing players around you and head for the basket. But when you’re only a mere inches away, there’s a stab of pain on your side, something that causes you to harshly bite down on your bottom lip as tears well up in your eyes.

Your form curls in on itself, hands quivering as you try to clutch the basketball harder – but your attempts prove to be futile when the opposing team’s captain lunges straight for you, knocking the ball out of your hands.

The impact causes you to wince again, eyes now becoming blurry but still racing over to claim the basketball again. Jackson suddenly emerges in front of you, using the same tactic the captain did to steal the ball away from him.

He goes full ham, dribbling the ball away at an insane speed that leaves you perplexed, mouth falling completely agape when he manages to make it over to the basket and shoot.

The ball practically flies from his hands, falling into the basket as a loud cheer echoes through the room. Jackson fondly smiles, a huffing Min Yoongi patting him on the back.

You’re able to muster enough energy to send him a content smile, breathing heavily as you drag yourself over to your old position. Though the action doesn’t escape a certain someone’s eyes; Yoongi’s heavy gaze lingering on you for a moment, before he races over to take the centre position again.

The whistle is blown again, and the blur of players occurs once more. This time Yoongi manages to slap the basketball away, throwing it in Taehyung’s direction who catches it after it pounds against the ground. He spins around, eyes meeting Jungkook’s and passing it over to him.

The next set of minutes have your eyes harshly widening, disbelief crossing your features.

All the players charge at him at the same time, completely blocking all of his shots. Yoongi and Taehyung bolt over as Jackson hovers near the hoop, eyes on sight for any long shots Jungkook can make. It seems he’s not left with many options through, expression growing increasingly frustrated by the minute.

The basketball is knocked out of his hands, one of the opposing team’s members accelerating towards your hoop. You’re quick to move on your feet, dashing over to block any potential shots but the lack of team support doesn’t leave you with much hope.

The basketball enters your hoop, and the referee announces that you’ve both been tied.

Huffing even more, Yoongi resumes back in position and glances at his team.

“It’s only a tie, don’t mope.” When you look up, you notice his eyes pause for a moment before turning away completely.

The whistle is blown for a third time, the opposing team grabbing onto the basketball right away. All of your team players rush at them at once and Yoongi attempts to block off the captain by himself, granting the rest of you the opportunity to apprehend the basketball.

Taehyung manages to after quite a lot of attempts, his teeth clenching when his feet roughly pound against the floor as the basketball meets Jackson’s hands. He whirls around, dribbling the basket but suddenly meeting a blockade of three members.

Making a quick call, the basketball is headed for your direction and you hastily grab onto it, eyes coming into contact with Yoongi’s. Your feet squeak when he gives you a nod, legs tightening when you jump, the ball flying towards the basket.

The ball is slapped away.

Jackson’s blockade catches onto it, hurriedly making use of the newly acquired opportunity to pass the ball between themselves and make it towards your defenseless hoop. The ball plunges in, their overflowing and buzzing audience spreading cheers through the large gymnasium.

You pant, sweat trickling down your neck and soaking your new black jersey as you plant your hands against your knees. Your gaze falters up for a second, grimly regarding how the two glows so brightly for the opposing team, the luminescent and stagnant number one silently mocking you.

Acknowledging that you’re near the tip of the iceberg now, you let out a shaky breath as you straighten up. From a distance away, you notice everyone in position except for a crucial member of your team, someone your wandering eyes meet when he stands near Namjoon and whispers into his ear.

After a moment, he signals the members over. You pad over hurriedly, unfortunately realizing that the members were already departing by the time you reached them. Your lost eyes glance around, but Yoongi simply shakes his head and signals for you to get back into the resting position.

Shutting your eyes, you exhale and plant your feet firmly onto the ground. The whistle blows and Yoongi immediately catches the ball, whirling around and passing the ball over to Taehyung – who practically flies over to the opposing team’s basket. Meeting a barricade, he glances over at Jungkook and chucks the ball.

Jungkook quickly slides across the court, bouncing the ball over to Jackson who eyes down the man stealthily approaching behind him. When the ball is sent over to Yoongi, he focuses in your direction.

“Y/N!”

You flinch when he calls out your name, noticing the chain the members had created lead to one thing in the end–

You.

The basketball is hurled towards your direction, hands snatching onto it. You swivel around as your eyes try to determine who to pass it over to now, only to realize that you’re the one standing right beside the opposing team’s basket.

Eyes lighting up in relation, you don’t dwell on it any further when you jump and the ball goes straight into the hoop.

A loud range of ecstatic voices cry behind you, Taehyung and Jungkook rushing over with howls of encouragement. You smile, but your eyes are more focused on the way Yoongi seems to eye the distance from the centre to the hoop; the dots slowly beginning to connect for you.

The team is now tied – two to two on the gigantic board displayed close to the bottom of the ceiling. Meaning whoever makes it with this shot, wins the game.

A good glance around reminds you that although your team is highly motivated, everyone is certainly reaching their breaking point. Even Yoongi and Namjoon have been keen and through with your practices, they were also adamant about not wasting any energy and granted you with breaks that many of you were grateful for.

However, it’s crystal clear when your gaze roams, seeing the exhausted eyes, the way everyone’s hair and jerseys are thoroughly soaked with heavy breaths escaping them, that this final match will either make it or break it for you.

Clenching your fists, the whistle is blown for the last time.

Again, Yoongi replicates what he did last time, hand shooting out to grab the basketball before the other captain even has a chance to. Instead of whirling around like before though, he dribbles into the opposite direction and passes the ball to Jackson. When Jackson begins dribbling around and dodging attacking players, you slowly linger closer and closer to the opposite team’s basket, eyes carefully navigating through the horde of opposing players mixed in with your own team.

Jackson passes over to Jungkook, who quickly darts to Taehyung and bounces it over before he’s completely blocked. Taehyung grabs onto it, legs moving faster by the minute when all of the players are occupied except for one.

You promptly get into stance when Taehyung approaches, though you realize that the opposing team has fully understood your strategy. They intercept him right away, knocking the ball right out of his hands.

However, before they even get the chance to claim the basketball again, you hurriedly rush over and intercept instead. Gritting your teeth, there’s water being drawn to your eyes when the exertion of running overtakes you again, but you push the pain away when you draw near the basket.

Being fully aware that they’re players right behind you and ready to snatch up any opportunity of a mishap, you tightly grasp the basketball and angle yourself for the hoop.

Your breath is stuck in between your throat and lungs when the ball goes soaring, eyes glued to it’s every movement when it plunges into the hoop.

Your knees almost wobble, feeling like jelly when there’s a thunderous roar of screams behind you, the glowing two for your team being replaced with a three instead. Adrenaline overtakes your system and buzzes through your ears, breaking you out of your daze when you’re suddenly being lifted by a group of familiar members.

Shock crosses you but is soon exchanged for a hearty smile, a stream of water leaving your eyes. You’re placed down, each of your members grinning at you with huge smiles that makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

Namjoon softly smiles; hands crossed behind his back as he watches his team celebrate your victory. Yoongi dashes over beside him to grab onto a towel, wiping the lingering sweat dripping from his face with a light smile looped on his lips.

“Good call.” Namjoon mutters, eyes locking with his, “Even I wouldn’t been able to catch onto that.”

Yoongi knows exactly what Namjoon is referring to, the former’s memory recalling the way the captain rushed towards him immediately when the opposing team had scored two points.

“Change the strategy.” Yoongi breathes out, but Namjoon gawks at him.

“What? Why?” He eyes the glowing scoreboard, “It can still work Yoongi, we just need to find an opening and–“

Yoongi hurriedly shakes his head, gesturing over to your direction. “Something’s wrong, I don’t know what but change it so that he’s in the front.”

Namjoon’s mouth drops, eyes lingering over to you for a second. You looked perfectly fine and well to him – but he knows that if Yoongi is bringing something to his attention then it has to be something crucial enough to be taken into consideration.

“Alright. Call the boys over.” With a nod, Yoongi’s one gesture draws everyone near. As Namjoon explains the new chain strategy, Yoongi’s eyes linger over to you. He watches how the opposing team is eyeing down the team’s sudden formation, their gazes barely acknowledging you.

Yoongi smiles.

What a truly foolish mistake for them to make.

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star-crossed | na jaemin

na jaemin x reader - mafia!au

genre; angst, romance

warnings: mentions of smoking, alcohol, violence (fighting), injury

foreword;

In which you’re hopelessly drawn to the boy who dances with danger and flirts with the flames of peril, but the stars are crossed in objection.

You don’t understand. You’d professed your love to Na Jaemin, your school’s notorious gang leader and resident playboy the night before, and he’d accepted it, eyes shining with sincerity and cheeks glowing with euphoria from your unexpected affection for him. The full moon and the Han River dappled with starlight were witnesses to the way he sealed it all with a kiss, breathing fire and passion into your lungs the way no one had ever done before. He left you dizzy and breathless, intoxicated by the smell and sound and sight and feel of him.

You knew his very existence spelt trouble, and you knew that he was the polar opposite of you; and yet, you were willing to take the risk, to throw your all into this love. You were sick and tired of playing it safe, of always being the good girl everyone expected you to be, and Na Jaemin made you feel like you could be dangerous, you could live life on the edge and do things you shouldn’t just to prove that you could.

He made you feel invincible.

But now here he is, with another girl in his arms, with all the intimacy of a newly born couple. The couple that was supposed to be you and him.

It is at that moment that you decide that perhaps, love really isn’t for you.

Turning away from the scene, you don’t notice Jaemin’s gaze lingering on you, and as you walk away, his grip on the girl loosens.

It pains him so, so much to have to do that to you. And yet, he knows that you can never be together; your life would be in so much danger. He’s bad for you and he knows it perfectly well— he couldn’t bring himself to implicate you with all the messy profanity of his life.

So he chose the easy way out: breaking your heart.

He takes a morbid sort of comfort in knowing that your newfound hate for him will, ultimately, protect you.

—

You can feel Na Jaemin’s gaze burning holes into you, and you’re relishing every damn second of it.

It seems like dark, smokey eyeshadow, a hiked-up skirt and being in the arms of Lee Donghyuck really does the trick. Jaemin’s staring at you with such feral intensity that you almost let your carefully constructed veneer of confidence slip. Almost.

Donghyuck has his arm around your shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your arm as you nestle close to his side. You and Donghyuck had never been close, not really; he’d teased and flirted with you often enough, but you never reciprocated his advances because firstly, you weren’t interested, and secondly, he was Jaemin’s arch enemy, and before Jaemin’s betrayal you knew where your loyalties lay.

Apart from the fact that Donghyuck was enemies with Jaemin and therefore the perfect way for you to wreck Na Jaemin, he had pure rebellion running through his veins— he was a massive flirt, skipped school whenever he could, and inhaled so much nicotine you wondered how he still managed to retain that beautiful healthy glow about his cheeks.

You knew you were just one of Donghyuck’s many playthings, but you didn’t care; in a way, you were both using each other for your own agendas.

You wanted to show Jaemin that you could get on just fine without him— you could have fun too, and you could be bad, just as bad as he was.

“Babe,” Donghyuck says as he hands you a cigarette from his pack that never seems to run out, “have you never tried it before?”

You’re acutely aware of Jaemin’s eyes on you, anticipating your every move. You make the mistake of looking over at him and making eye contact with him for a split second, and the warning in his penetrating gaze is clear: Don’t do it.

That’s all the push you need to swallow your inhibitions down your throat, smirk at Donghyuck and take the short white stick from his fingers, insert it between your lips and let the first traces of arsenic and formaldehyde taint your virgin bloodstream. After all, what toxin is there to fear when your heart has already been poisoned with the incurable disease of heartbreak?

The ashy, rancid taste lingers on the tip of your tongue even as Jaemin tears his gaze away from you and gets up from his seat, his silhouette fading away into obscurity.

—

You sincerely wish, with every fibre of your body, not to be here. Your soul desperately longs to flee from this teenage-infested party where not even the feel of Donghyuck’s hands around your waist and his hot breath on your neck provides reason enough for you to want to stay. It’s just too much; the thumping bass of heavy metal pounds in your ears, the psychedelic strobe lights give you a massive headache, the pungent odor of smoke mingled with sweat makes you want to throw up. You want to be beneath your comforter, protected by the swathe of white sheets in the heaven that is your bed, not here rubbing shoulders with sweaty bodies in Donghyuck’s dimly-lit basement.

“Liking it, baby?” Donghyuck has the audacity to ask, despite knowing full well that you want to jump off a cliff right this very instant.

You ignore him, instead choosing to move towards Mark Lee who’s beckoning you to him, a glint in his eyes that escapes your notice because the alcohol is finally taking root in your system, and your vision slowly becomes hazy.

“Hey Y/N,” Mark says, catching you by the waist when you wobble slightly on your shaky feet, “Woah there, careful.”

You rest your forehead on Mark’s shoulder, holding onto his arms for balance. You’d never talked much to Mark, you just knew that he was one of Donghyuck’s cronies and a regular at his parties. You also knew that he was charming enough to induce anyone, even those perfectly sober, into a drunken stupor with his smile alone, and in your state of halfway-inebriation, Mark Lee is your catalyst to full intoxication.

“Here, drink this,” Mark says, “it’ll help with your hangover tomorrow.”

You gratefully take the red plastic cup from his hands, and just as you touch the rim of the cup to your lips a violent force knocks it out of your hands and the drink splashes to the floor, pooling round your sneakers. You lift your head to see Na Jaemin glowering down at you, chest heaving and eyes ablaze with such intensity of emotion that you feel yourself sobering up immediately.

“W-What was that for?” You choke out brokenly, unable to register the fact that the boy you fell in love with so deeply who then proceeded to take your heart and step on it is standing before you in all his glory, looking as beautiful as ever with his dark hair tousled, in a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He doesn’t reply you, instead he shoots a withering glare at Mark, grabs your hand and drags you out of Donghyuck’s house, out into the cloak of the ominous night. The dark sky overhead nurses a multitude of sequin-silver stars, and it is the kind of night that reminds you of the night you confessed your love to Jaemin— the thought makes your heart constrict with both longing and loathing.

You try to shake him off but his grip on your wrist only intensifies.

“Na Jaemin, let me go!” You yell, and that is when he stops and turns around to face you so abruptly you almost crash into him. He shoves you against a wall and clasps your shoulders in a stronghold, refusing to set you free.

“Did you know,” Jaemin says, voice low and guttural and heavy with foreboding as he draws closer to you till your faces are mere inches apart, “that that bastard Mark Lee spiked your drink?”

You let a deviant smile creep onto your face as you deliberately move even closer to Jaemin, closing what little gap is left between your bodies. “And why do you care, Jaemin? Why should it matter to you whether or not my drink gets spiked? I’m nothing to you, Na Jaemin. Nothing. Remember that,” you whisper, voice laced with acid and venom.

Jaemin stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. “Are you and Lee Donghyuck together?”

You play with the ends of your hair, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Again, is it any of your business? I don’t go around interfering in your love life, now do I?”

“Just answer me, Y/N! Why do you have to make this so damn hard for me?!” Jaemin suddenly growls, slamming his fist against the wall just beside your cheek. You barely even flinch, enjoying the adrenaline rush you derive from firing up his nerves and messing with his heart.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say with a smirk, but then Jaemin’s head suddenly tilts downwards and he rests his forehead against yours, arm snaking around your waist to pull you close to him. His action paralyzes you, making you feel terribly vulnerable in his arms, and you loathe and love the feeling of his warm, heavy breaths ghosting across your skin. But you absolutely detest the way he manages to crumble your facade of baseless confidence, the way he manages to make you feel frail and weak like you’re some stupid damsel in distress in need of a knight in shining armor. He is so close to you, and as you look up you notice that his eyes are as dark as the obsidian night sky, the stars in his eyes glistening like bits of molten gold, like celestial, heavenly fires. You hate Na Jaemin with every fibre of your being, yet you want to stay like this forever, trapped in his sweet virulence, his lethal warmth.

“You’ve changed,” he whispers, his voice now a soft, weak flicker against the chilly winds whipping through the sidewalk and rustling up a torrent of dead leaves.

“Yes, I’ve changed,” you spit the words out, tone dripping with vitriol, “and you’re the same Na Jaemin, I suppose? Going around breaking hearts as usual?”

It is then that Jaemin pulls your body flush against his, pulling the back of your neck towards him so that your cheek is leaning against his chest and you can hear the sound of his heartbeat, strong and steady and yet at the same time it’s a faltering rhythm, impeded by the swirling wreck of emotions threatening to consume you whole. You feel deceptively safe in his treacherous embrace.

“You don’t understand, Y/N… I’m bad for you. We can’t… we can’t do this. We wouldn’t work.”

You pull away from him, staring up at his face only to find a haunting melancholia in his eyes. He lifts his hand to caress your cheek softly, tracing his fingers along your cheekbones, your lips, your chin, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face. His touch leaves a bittersweet trail across your skin, like black coffee interspersed with slashes of honey and cinnamon.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Jaemin says, voice thick and hoarse and you wonder how long you can stand to play his cryptic little mind games before your heart breaks into a million useless, irredeemable shards.

“It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it?” You ask, your tone no longer acerbic but instead heavily laden with woe and weariness. You feel the weight of regret, rash decisions and relentless heartache take its toll on you and more than anything you just want to go home where it’s safe and warm and solitary.

And with that, you shove your hands into his chest, causing him to stumble backwards and back away from you. You don’t miss the way his expression quickly morphs into one of hurt, the raw anguish on his face plain to see.

But you tell yourself that he deserves it. No one has the right to play with your heart and toss it aside like you didn’t matter at all.

What neither you nor Jaemin notices, though, is a hooded figure cloaked under the murky shadows, masked beneath the cover of the night. He watches the you both, a smirk beginning to creep up on his lips as he pulls out his phone and dials a number.

“I’ve found her.”

—

Your nights used to be filled with Donghyuck’s parties, letting the touches of strangers satiate your want of affection, deriving subpar solace from the alcohol that pumped through your veins. But for the past week, these pointless indulgements have begun to take their toll on you and wear your soul down; parties suck, being touched makes you feel sick with regret, and the alcohol numbs your nerves only temporarily; the scorching burn that devours your head the next day isn’t worth it.

Rationality hasn’t been your strong point lately, and that’s probably how you find yourself ambling through the dark streets at 1AM in a bid to stave off insomnia. More accurately, to stave off thoughts of Na Jaemin and how much you would give just to be in his arms again, to have him lie against your lips and tell you that he’s in love with you. It’s pathetic to want something you can never have and you know it.

Sighing, you pull your cream woolly sweater over yourself to keep warm, wincing slightly as the crisp nighttime breeze nips at the skin of your face; a crimson flush creeps across your cheekbones.

The streets are empty and quiet, save for the occasional car whizzing past on the dark road nearby. Not a soul is in sight; something that would normally have put you on edge, but you’re so absorbed in your own troubles that the solitude is a welcome distraction, and is more healing than alarming.

Unfortunately, you don’t hear the footsteps behind you; neither do you sense a looming presence from behind.

And then a tall, hooded figure, seemingly conjured up from thin air, appears right beside you from a nearby alley, wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close. You look up, only to see a boy with a cap perched firmly onto his head and across his eyes, shielding his face from your view.

“Keep walking straight and don’t look back. Act natural.”

You’d recognize that low voice anywhere.

“Why the heck are you here and what are you doing?” You hiss angrily, trying to free yourself from his hold but Jaemin’s fingers clench around your sweater as he pulls you even closer to him.

“We’re being followed. Listen to me, all right?” Jaemin whispers urgently into your ear; from the back it would have looked like he was giving you a sweet kiss on the temple.

“When I count to three, we run. Just follow me and don’t let go of my hand, okay? I won’t let go, promise.”

You know that you should never trust Na Jaemin, and yet, you would trust him with your life in an instant; and so you do, giving him a small nod that’s enough confirmation for him to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with this.

“3, 2, 1. Run.”

With that, you two take off down the streets. You channel every ounce of your energy into your legs, willing them to match Jaemin’s speed, and for the next few agonizing minutes he grips onto your hand with such strength that you start to believe his lies, you start to believe that maybe this time he really won’t let you go.

Your lungs are just starting to burn with exertion when Jaemin pulls you round a bend leading to a dark alleyway, and the two of you dash into a small, cramped shelter hidden away from plain sight.

In spite of the danger looming just round the corner, you can’t help but notice how close Jaemin is to you; his chest is pressed against your back, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, heavy breaths mingling together in the tight space that binds the two of you.

“Y/N,” Jaemin whispers into your ear, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath that he takes, “stay here and wait for me. Don’t move, don’t make a sound. I’ll come get you soon, okay?”

You whip your body round to face him, grabbing weakly onto the end his leather jacket, a sickening sense of foreboding and fear seizing your heart. You don’t say anything, but your eyes cry out, No, don’t leave me, please. You don’t know why; maybe it’s because you’re scared that Na Jaemin will leave and never come back, that he’ll break his promise again, that he’ll disappear like he always does and you’ll never be able to hold onto him. Soon, tears are streaming down your cheeks and your chest heaves against his as you try to suppress your sobs; for the first time in your life, you finally understand fear in its many devious forms. Fear of losing the boy you love, fear of losing your life, fear of losing your sanity.

“Shh, baby,” Jaemin whispers breathily, and your knees almost buckle under the softness of his plea. He raises his hands to cup your cheeks, thumbs gently wiping the tears away. They’re the only thing that glistens in this dark night; your tears remind you of everything you’re about to lose, everything you’ll have left after tonight.

“I swear I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll be back for you, I promise. I love you.”

I love you.

He seals the deal with a light but hasty kiss on your forehead, and with that, he slips away from your fingertips, leaving behind nothing but the faint tang of his cologne.

It is safe to say that the moments that follow are by far the most agonizingly painful in your entire life; it is eerily quiet for a while, but not for long, because soon enough bellows of pain ring through the night and it takes all your willpower for you not to dash out from your hiding place and run to Jaemin. Peeking slightly round the corner, you’re met with a horrific sight; Jaemin pummelling a man with an almost fanatical fervour, driving his fist repeatedly into the hooded figure’s gut, his face, anywhere he could get his hands on.

You’d never known he could be this violent.

He strikes a final blow near the man’s ear, and the man goes limp, staggering away from Jaemin, evidently succumbing to defeat. Your blood runs cold; is this really the gentle Jaemin who’d kissed you softly and put your fears to rest just minutes earlier?

You watch as he turns around, moving towards your direction with renewed spirit. At the same time you emerge from your hiding spot and he practically runs to you, enveloping you in his arms and crushing you to his chest.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that,” Jaemin murmurs, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You want to wrap your arms around him but you’re paralyzed with the image of Jaemin relentlessly raining blows on the stranger; granted, he was simply doing what he had to in order to protect you, but you just couldn’t erase the image of the crazed look in his eyes that seemed to light a fire in his body, pushing him to keep on hurting others.

You push away from him and stare at his face; the moonlight illuminates his injuries and you see a crimson cut across the corner of his bottom lip, and scrapes along his cheekbones. You trail your fingers across his cheeks, avoiding his gaze all the way.

“Jaemin, you’re hurt,” you say softly, and without waiting for his response, you gently take his hand and lead him through the dark streets of the night. He doesn’t question your actions, simply follows your lead, and you wonder why; does he want to hold onto you just a little longer, too?

You dispel the thoughts from your head upon reaching a convenience store, where you instruct him to sit and wait outside for you. You go in, then emerge with a plastic bag of bandages and antiseptic in tow.

You set to work quietly, dabbing lightly at Jaemin’s wounds with the antiseptic, bandaging his wounds with as much meticulous care as you can possibly muster with shaking hands and a rapidly beating heart. You’re perfectly conscious of Jaemin’s fiery gaze blazing holes into your skin as he stares at you with such intensity that you feel your pulse quicken even more.

“Done,” you mumble, once again looking everywhere but in his eyes; you know that once you do there’s no escape.

You spend the next few moments packing away the supplies, fingers flying rapidly over the bottles and bandages, resolutely avoiding Jaemin’s gaze.

Even when he walks you home it is in utter and complete silence, and you refuse to look at him as you fiddle with the ends of your shirt. It is only when you reach your apartment that he finally speaks up.

“Y/N, please look at me,” he says quietly, unable to bear it any longer, tucking his index finger under your chin and tilting your head to face him. You look at him, your bottom lip trembling slightly, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“Are you afraid of me?”

And yet, even as he asks you this, it seems like he’s the one who’s more afraid; his gaze is tremulous, as though your answer could crush him in an instant.

“I don’t know, Jaemin,” you say honestly, for how could you be afraid of the boy you love? How could you love a boy you’re afraid of?

“This is my reality,” Jaemin whispers, voice clouded with pain and anguish that makes your heart constrict with a heavy, throbbing ache. “I get into fights, I hurt people, I do horrible things. I’m a bad person, Y/N. I don’t deserve to be with you, and you’d only get hurt if you’re with me.”

“But you said you loved me,” is your feeble reply, your voice broken as heartache rips you apart at the seams, destroying the very fabric of your heart.

Jaemin smiles then, and it is the most ironic thing he could have done; his smile is melancholic, mournful, anything but mirthful.

“And it’s exactly the reason why we can’t be together.”

The grief in his eyes seems to come alive.

“They know, Y/N. The mafia I work for, they’ve got you on their radar.”

A chill runs down your spine. You knew this was probably the case, but the very confirmation coming from his lips makes you wonder if this was all a mistake.

Maybe loving Na Jaemin was the biggest mistake you’d ever made.

“Let go, Y/N. Find someone who can take care of you, who can protect you and give you everything that I can’t. All I can do is love you, and it’s not enough,” Jaemin murmurs, his voice weak and hardly audible, and yet every word of his rings through your soul and you know that you’ll never be able to let him go.

By this time tears are streaming down both your cheeks; you and Jaemin can only be together in sorrow, bound by a love you both can’t have, bound by the cruelty of circumstance.

“I’ll wait for you,” you whisper, and though Jaemin doesn’t believe you, he holds your promise true to his heart as he brings his lips close to yours and kisses you, and you can taste his salty tears mixing with your own and the gash on his lip causes him to shudder against your own, but he continues to kiss you slowly, painfully aware that once this night passes, not even the stars can capture this moment and store it within the infinity of the cosmos; all of it will vanish with the dawning of the sunrise, and he’ll have to let you go by then.

You kiss him with all possible ardour because you know it’ll be the last time you allow yourself to indulge in such sweet sin. You try your hardest to convey your promise and faith with your lips, because you know that mere words can’t do much; you’re both much too broken to be fixed with empty vows.

“Don’t wait for me,” Jaemin implores as he finally pulls away from you, but what he really wants to say is I’ll come back for you once I get out of this mess so please, please wait for me.

You watch as he slips out of your backyard, out of your world, and becomes one with the night.

When the twilight fades, the boy who dances with danger and flirts with the flames of peril will cease to exist in your life. And yet, this wretched love binds your soul to his like a curse of eternal damnation. You don’t know if there’s any getting him back, but you know for certain that there’s no letting him go.

The stars are crossed in opposition for now, but you take comfort in the cognizance that at the very least, your paths aren’t infinitely parallel.

a/n; it took forever but its finally here!! the highly requested story inspired by the jaemin blurb that i put up a while back. im sorry it took me so long to upload this, but i really hope you guys will enjoy it :)

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cavilliciousness · 5 years ago

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Title: This Time {Requested}

{Requested Sequel to About Time}

Henry Cavill x Reader

Words: 5.6K

Warning: Smutty, Smut, NSFW, Fluff,

A/N: Another long one. Hope you enjoy it. Also, please excuse any typos or spacing issues, this is loosely proofread and edited.

Summary: Saturdays are meant for staying in bed, and that is exactly what you and Henry intend on doing.

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The sun was the enemy. Squinting your eyes, you held your hand up trying to blot it out; still it peeked through the cracks between your fingers. Groaning you rolled over in the bed. Your face dug into the pillow on the other side of the bed. Cuddling up to it you moaned and inhaled a scent you were familiar with—Henry’s scent. Your mind didn’t think anything of it until it came to realize his scent was entangled with your pillow, an intimate place. Your eyes jolted open, and you sat up. Once you did your memory caught up with you. The memory of last night and this morning and up until a few hours ago. Your face spread out into a wide smile that you’d be embarrassed to have anyone else see. You dropped back onto the bed and used the free pillow to cover your face and scream into it.

After a few moments, you calmed yourself and sat up to lean against the headboard. Beside you the handcuffs clanked, again you smiled and tried to contain the glee that was threatening to seep out. You looked around finally taking notice that you were alone. Once you stepped out of bed you wrapped the sheet around your body and made it to your bathroom. As you looked at your reflection you didn’t recognize yourself. Your hair was everywhere, under your eyes were slightly puffy, and your neck, shoulders, and chest were covered in hickeys.

“Holy shit.” You looked like you’d been thoroughly fucked. The thought had you grinning like a thief before you began your morning routine, which involved a shower.

After you’d finished you wrapped in your towel and walked out to the empty living room. When you noticed the kitchen was also empty you began to wonder where Henry was. You looked in the fridge and saw the only thing you had in there was a bottle of wine and some leftover take out.

“Shit, I forgot to go to the market,” you groaned out, rubbing your forehead. Just as you were chastising yourself you heard your door open and close and the rustling of bags. Poking your head out you saw Henry approaching with his arms filled with bags.

“Woah.” You scurried to get out his way. Once in the kitchen, he piled the bags onto the island and looked to you with a sigh.

“I was wondering where you went,” you said.

“I looked in your fridge, and once I saw wine and leftover Chinese I knew you didn’t get a chance to go to the market and no matter how much I love wine and Chinese I’m not having that for breakfast.”

You smirked and shook your head and watched him unpack the groceries. He looked like he belonged in your kitchen and you loved it. After a few minutes, he looked to you, catching you gawking at him. He smiled, and that made you smile.

“What’re you smiling at?”

“Nothing.” He didn’t accept that, he stopped what he was doing and walked around to you, stopping just before you. Henry’s eyes skimmed your body, and he smiled again.

“Tell me,” Henry urged.

“It’s nothing; you just looked like you belonged here. It was cute.” Henry smiled wider and closed the distance between you as he lowered his head to yours. He kissed your cheek softly.

“Hi,” he said. You smiled.

“Hi.” He moved to your jaw and placed another kiss.

“Hi,” he repeated. You giggled and nodded.

“Hi.” His lips touched yours with a juicy peck and another until it intensified, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. God he could kiss. He drew a moan from you then he pulled back with a smile.

“Good morning.”

“Mmm, morning.” He kissed you once again before he went back to what he was doing.

“Are you hungry?”

“For what exactly?” You smiled and sat back in one of the barstools that were around the small island. Henry smiled at you before he walked to the fridge to place the items in his hands inside. As he bent over you watched the muscles in his back elongate. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your eyes roamed his back down to his taut waist and finally, his perfect derrière. You smiled and unconsciously released a soft moan. Henry spun around catching you before your eyes had a chance to look away.

“Naughty Nancy, you’re caught,” he exclaimed as he walked back over with a broad smile on his perfectly symmetrical face.

You leaned back into the stool and tried to return your face to its stoic expression.

“Tell me, what are you hungry for love?’

Your heart skipped a beat. You always loved hearing him call you that. “Love.” As friends it made your heart do somersaults, but now as more it made you breathless, dizzy, giddy and wet at the same time. At the thought of you being more you began to wonder what were you exactly. Yeah last night was amazing, and you’d admitted to him how your felt, and he’d said the words also but it was not another day. Whispered desires in the night are always different in the stark light of day. Your hesitation had you biting your bottom lip contemplatively. Henry’s movements stilled across the island. You felt his hand rest on yours.

“Where did you go Y/N?”

“Nowhere, sorry. What’re you making?”

You knew he sensed your bullshit, knew he could probably see right through you. You ignored it and scanned all the ingredients he had scattered about the island. When you looked to him, his expression was a soft one. His eyes bored into you as if he were trying to tell you that you could in fact talk to him. You knew you could—then, now everything felt different. After realizing that you didn’t intend on confiding in him, Henry nodded

“I was thinking my famous omelets, side of some hash and maybe some of the fruit you love,” he listed off. Smiling you nodded in agreement and went to his side prepared to help. He turned his body to yours and lowered his lips to you giving you a sweet kiss. He could still set you on fire with a simple move. You smiled to yourself as the two of you began making breakfast. For the next twenty minutes the two of you moved around the kitchen and each other with expert grace. He knew where everything was and quickly maneuvered perfecting the meal. Most of the time you couldn’t help but stand back an watch him work. You loved watching him use his hands; you enjoyed seeing all the muscles dance under his skin. Then every time the sun peeked through the window and hit his skin it made him look like a bronzed God. You literally had to shake yourself back to reality before he caught you. The kitchen filled with the amazing smells of his cooking and your mouth watered every second you had to wait.

By the time Henry placed two plates down at the table in your dining room, you were starving and not just for food. You both savored the food as you ate and chatted about mundane things. After you’d both nearly finished all the food you sat back and sipped the mimosas he’d made.

“So do you want to tell me what that was in the kitchen?”

You knew he hadn’t let it go. Sighing you swallowed using the time to formulate your words.

“It’s nothing really—” you began before he cut you off. “Then tell me.” Shaking your head you decide just to spill it because he would never let it go without an answer.

“It’s just earlier you called me love—,” henry interrupted you again. “I always call you love.”

“Yeah I know, it’s just this time you did it, and it made me wonder if it meant something different than it did two days ago,” you rushed out feeling self-conscious and insecure. Even though you were averting your eyes you could still feel him smiling. “Why would it mean anything different?” Your eyes rose to his. He had an amused glint in his crystal blue eyes. You wondered if he were laughing at you. Were you being silly?

“It—doesn’t have to mean anything really, I was just curious. Never mind, forget it.” Henry put his fork down and slid his chair closer to yours, then straightened yours so you were facing him with your legs in between his. He tipped your chin up, so you were looking in his eyes. “Are you looking at me, love?”

Your heart fluttered again and try as you did not to smile; it still happened. “I've only ever called you love, no one else, just you. So love does not mean anything different to me today than it did last week. I loved you then, and I love you now.” You searched his eyes, hoping to decipher any hint of a lie, but there was no lie to find. Henry brought his big hand to your cheek and gently glided his thumb across your cheekbone. “I was in love with you last week, last month, two years ago and I am in love with you now, today Y/N. Never mistake it.”

You wanted to cry, but instead you crashed your lips to his and led a sultry kiss. Henry quickly pulled you onto his lap and cupped your backside pulling you directly on his growing need. Your moans evaporated in his hot mouth and seemed to feed his own desire for you. He stood holding you firmly against his body and walked back to your bedroom. Your hands traveled down to the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to peel it off of him. Once you were successful you clamped your mouth to his neck and attacked the spot you’d learned last night brought him pleasure. Henry’s moans echoed in your room before he gently laid you across your bed.

You watched him undress and got lost in all the beautiful skin he revealed to you. He was a God among mere men, he truly looked like he was sent to this Earth from a superior planet and your palms itched to touch and explore every inch of him. Once he’d freed himself, he hovered over your robe-clad body and kissed you with urgency. “You’re so beautiful.” The words felt like a gentle breeze across your skin on a bright summer day, words you willed yourself to believe. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the countless others before you.

As if hearing your thoughts, Henry pinned your arms above your head and gazed into your eyes. “You are perfect Y/N, every single inch of you from our hair—,” he kissed the top of your head then drew back. “To you your shoulders—,” again he lowered his lips to each of your shoulders kissing them fondly. “To your—,” you could feel his hands loosening the ties of your robe, you pulled your hand free and touched his hand to stop him, and that was when he gave you a warning look. Biting your bottom lip you allowed him to nonverbally convince you to allow him to see you. Once your wrist returned to his he let them both go giving you freedom. Henry pushed the robe to the side, uncovering your naked body for his hungry eyes.

“To your perfect breasts.” He kissed around each of your breasts until he reached your nipple. Once there, he rolled it between his lips then softly nibble. You moaned and gripped the sheets of the bed. “Down to your stomach—,” another kiss was dropped to your skin this time he sucked the flesh into his mouth and applied pressure enough to leave a mark. As he traveled down your body placing kisses on various parts of your body; your hip, your thighs, knees, calves, ankles and finally your foot you felt every worry leave you about how you looked or if you lived up to his expectations, all you felt was the love you had for him.

Your back arched when he slipped one of your toes into his mouth and sucked on it. It felt amazing, almost to the point of feeling too good. You couldn’t stop the moans that left you or your hands balling the sheets beside you. When you looked to him, his eyes were glued to you, taking everything in.

“Come to me,” you pleaded already needing more of him than he was giving. Henry shook his head and kissed a trail up to your calf, behind your knee, to your inner thigh. The tease was delicious. Once his lips kissed, licked and sucked dangerously close to the junction of your thighs you were perched onto your elbows watching his every move. “I want to taste every inch of you Y/N.” Your mouth ran dry and in the same instant, his lips connected to the most intimate part of you. You panted loudly dropping your head back to lull and take in every second of pleasure he wreaked on your body.

The way he kissed was just a slight indication of how he stole your breath when he was between your legs. You struggled to get a full breath because, with every passing moment, the heat in your belly rose exponentially. You writhed and held firmly to his curly hair both trying to pull him away and pull him closer. You were so turned on that you knew your orgasm was going to be quick and blinding. “Oh my god, Henry!” He moaned his response and sped up the flicks o his tongue, something he learned last night was the trick to pushing you over the threshold. You screamed and held tightly to his hair and came right on his mouth. Henry didn’t seem to mind instead of loosening your grip he pushed his mouth against your sex and sucked your clit into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Your body convulsed as tremor after tremor broke from you. Still, Henry didn’t stop the onslaught of his mouth, no he released his suck on your clit only to flick the oversensitive bud again. Just like that you were dragged into another release. “Oh my god, aaah!” Your squeals filled the room, and you were sure your neighbors could hear you. You didn’t care. When Henry finally tore his mouth from your core he placed wet kisses along your stomach up to your breast where he licked an sucked to his heart's content.

“Your body responds to me so well; it spoils me, love. For the life of me I cannot understand how you could ever think you weren’t good enough. How could you ever think you were anything but absolutely perfect, breathtaking and so damn beautiful.” He was like a hypnotist; every word he uttered only pulled you deeper and deeper into the heaven you were in. He knew just what to say and what to do. It was as if your body was made solely for him. Henry’s lips dropped to yours and kissed you with a heat you’d only ever dreamed of or read about in an erotic novel. It was a kiss that stole your breath and what was left of your senses. You moaned then gasped once you felt his thick fingers slid into your, heat.

“Oh, Henry, yes!” With your head arched back you gave him complete access to the spot on your neck that always brought you to your knees, and he took advantage of it sucking your skin into his mouth. As his fingers slowly slid in and out of your core his lips did their job to make you dizzy. “Oh.” The only words you could muster as you fought against the rising tide within you. He sped his digits and plunged them deeper into your depth and then curled them upward. “Fuck!” You pulled your head up, and there he was staring into your eyes. He knew what he was doing, and he wanted to watch you come undone. When your teeth sunk into your bottom lip his did the same as he angled his fingers like a hook and stroked the rippled bud that you had no power to fight against. In a matter of seconds, you came again all over his fingers. Henry’s eyes left yours and looked down between your legs then groaned. He dropped down to lap at the juices that came from you. “Mm, you taste like champagne.”

Something inside of you went wild, and you pushed and rolled onto of him straddling him. his smile was broad, and his lips glistened with your essence. “If you wanted to be in control all you had to do was ask, love.” You smiled and passionately kissed him. It was a passion he echoed. It didn’t take long for him to steal your breath, after mere seconds you were breathless and rocking your body against his throbbing need. Henry groaned from the sensation of your wet core sliding across him. his hands gripped your hips and squeezed holding you in place. The look on his face said he was barely hanging on. You smiled. “Can’t take it?” A chuckle escaped him before he licked his lips delectably slow. “I can take all you offer.” You kissed him again. His lips were meant for kissing, and he should be kissed often.

Henry broke his lips from yours and moaned. “Seems I am at your mercy Y/N.” Smiling, you looked over his muscular chest, and a plethora of dirty thoughts flashed through your head. “Seems you are.” His smile widened, and you knew a few of those dirty thoughts also popped into his mind. Henry lifted his hands above his head and laid them flat. “Do your worst, my love.” Smiling you kissed him again, but before he could deepen it and distract you, you moved your lips to his neck and softly nipped the junction at his neck and shoulder. He grunted you could feel his bicep lurch, and it made you wetter. As you traveled across his collar to one perfectly formed peck you nuzzled your face into the soft hair that decorated his chest. You remembered every time over the years you saw the peeks of black hair from underneath his shirts it always sent your heart rate into overdrive. You desperately wanted to be close enough to cuddle into it. Now you were.

Before you got lost in it, you moved your mouth to one pert nipple and slowly licked around it before you nibbled on it. As your nibbles went from soft to firm, Henry’s moans went from breathy to audible grunts. You didn’t know if he was tightly wound and in need of a release or if you really could evoke such a reaction from a man like him, either way you loved this newfound power. You echoed the same actions to the other nipple and slowly kissed, licked and nipped your way over each rock-hard ab to the deep indentations at his waist that made girls stupid. You were no different. You just gawked at him still completely flabbergasted he was actually in your bed, underneath you, completely naked and you could do whatever you wanted to him. The fact that his breathing changed didn’t escape you.

Peppering kisses along his oblique muscles, you finally made it to his pleasure trail, and you could tell he was just as relieved as you that you were nearing the end of the rainbow. He wanted you to find the pot of gold just as badly as you wanted it. Glancing up at him you suddenly became nervous seeing his eyes were glued to your every move. His mouth was in the shape of a perfect “o” and his eyes were dark. It made your core quiver and made you fumble. “Don’t stop Y/N, please don’t stop.” They were gentle words, words said barely above a whisper, but their impact hit like a ton of bricks. He wanted you.

Moving your lips to his thighs, you kissed a path down deliberately passing the prize you wanted. Your cheek softly grazed his length, and he sucked in a violent breath and dropped his head back to the mattress. “Christ!” You smiled and moved to his other thigh to do the same thing. When you made your way back to his pelvis you felt a heavy thud to your jaw. You slowly backed off the bed all the while never taking your eyes off his. You sank to your knees and sat the floor. Without needing to say a word Henry slid the few inches to the edge of the bed. When he rested on his elbows his thickness bobbed in the air. Your eyes widened slightly and watched in awe. It went around in an uneven circle then back and forth and finally side to side. It was like watching an acrobatic circus act; you couldn’t take your eyes off it. Every second that passed your mouth watered. The look on Henry’s face spoke of desire, control, and need.

“Don’t be shy. Say hello.”

Fuck, you thought. That one statement shouldn’t have affected you the way it did. You inched closer to his blessing and tipped your tongue out. You slowly licked from base to tip, and the entire time Henry let out a relieved, “ah.” You did it again and again, on the fourth trip, his length pulsated lifting itself off your tongue to drop back down with a wet “thwack.” His groan was followed with a guttural, “shit.” Feeling a little more confidence you lowered your mouth onto him and slowly allowed him to dip into your heated mouth. Your eyes met, and you didn’t have to wonder how it felt for him, it was written as plain as day across his face. Once you’d taken a little more than half of him, you clamped your lips around him and sucked as you pulled your mouth off him again.

“Oh, bloody--,” he didn’t finish his sentence; instead he let out a high-pitched grunt.

You didn’t waste any time doing it again and picking up the speed of which your mouth worked him. Soon his hand brushed your hair from your cheek to softly caress it. “So beautiful,” he whispered. You latched your hands at the base of his cock and mirrored the actions your mouth made. It was then when Henry’s hand found its way to the top of your head. He gently directed your head on him making you take a few more inches into your throat. You moaned and tried to suppress your gag.

He was big, bigger than you’d ever had, but you didn’t want to give up so you relaxed your throat the best you could and allowed him to direct you in pleasing him. His moans became louder and louder until they turned to deep grunts and groans. Suddenly he pulled your mouth from his cock and flipped you onto the bed then buried his head between your legs and lapped at the new wetness there.

“Oh my god, Henry!” The vibration of his moan on your clit almost made you lose your mind. He ripped his mouth from you and kneeled there between your legs. He made no moves, he just stared down at your naked, sprawled open body. “What?” He shook his head.

“You’re beautiful Y/N, absolutely breathtaking. You believed him, but still, you felt the stings of self-consciousness. He could tell. “Touch yourself, show me how you did it while thinking of me.” Your jaw almost dropped, one from his gall and two from the request. He had to be joking. Looking at his face you could tell he wasn’t. “What?” his eyes ravaged your body again. “You heard me. Show me.”

“I can’t.” You began to move ready to grab a sheet and hide behind it. He stopped you with one large hand on your belly. “Of course you can. I thought this couldn’t happen yet look where we are. Show me.” Henry’s free hand gripped his cock and slowly stroked it; it was still slick from your saliva. You got lost watching him and forgot about his request. When his hand stopped, you looked back to him. He raised an eyebrow as if to say, “I’m waiting.” You bit your bottom lip nervous all over again. “Y/N,” Henry coxed one last time. Sighing you moved your hand to your belly. “No, start at those beautiful breasts.”

You were going to die from embarrassment; you thought to yourself as you slowly moved your hand up to your breast. You traced a lazy swirling pattern around your skin until you made it to a hardened nipple. You circled it then pinched it between your fingers. Henry intently watched your actions. After a few moments you did the same to the other breasts then cupped them both and held them like sacrificial offerings to him. He slowly licked his lips before he sucked them into his mouth.

After a few minutes, you moved one of your hands down your stomach to rest at your pelvis. You purposefully didn’t move for a few seconds to see what he would do. After the tenth-second, Henry looked to you with only his eyes, and you knew looks could kill, but you didn’t realize looks could make you come. You gasped and arched your back and came right in front of him. After a few seconds he realized it, and the tight clench of his jaw was the sign he was losing it. Henry grunted, and you saw his cock pulsate more forcing it to bob in the air.

You continued your decent, and once your fingers touched your clit you gasped again. “Shit.” You knew if you continued with this it wouldn’t be long until you came again. You slowly circled your aching bud and tried to control the urge to come. Henry’s hand gripped his hardness again and began stroking, slowly at first. Seeing his movements made you speed your own and as you sped up so did he. He groaned and whispered your name over and over. “Show me how wet you are love.” Your hands moved of their own volition. You spread yourself so he could see just what he did to you. Once he saw his hand continued its work. The sight of him pleasing himself because of you was the hottest thing you’d ever seen, and it turned you on in ways you hadn’t been prepared for. You continued to circle your clit and decided not to hold back. Your other hand continued to tweak your nipple, and in seconds you could feel your orgasm coming.

“Come for me, Y/N. Show me.” You arched your back again and applied a bit more pressure, and it was all you needed before you came again with him watching as you did. Before your body stopped writing henry lowered himself between your legs and joined your bodies in one thrust. You screeched, the new sensation had you clenching around him coming even harder. Henry didn’t stop his thrusts; he quickly plowed into you as if on a mission to make you blackout. You knew your neighbors could hear you and wondered if they were sitting around listening to the two of you fuck like rabbits.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re still so tight, so damn tight,” Henry hissed out. Each time he delved into your slickness he sunk deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock nudged the bundle of nerves in you that cried for release. Shit you thought, you might very well blackout. Your orgasm was not taking its time with its approach, it was barreling forward at the speed of a thousand galloping horses, and every time Henry snapped his hips forward your heart pounded faster and faster. Your breasts shook with the force of each connection. Henry lowered his mouth to your nipple and sucked until his teeth clamped around it. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it wasn’t a gentle one either. “Aaah!” You gripped his back, Henry let your nipple go and hissed again and snapped his hips forward more forcefully. “Fuck!” You couldn’t believe you could take all of him.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel like mine!” You clenched around his need at the word “mine.” “Yours?” Henry grunted louder this time; no doubt the new tightness was making it harder for him to remain in control. “Mine!” His thrusts became sloppy, but his precision remained on point. As if to prove his point he slammed into you and ground his hips in a circle. There was no telling where you began, and he ended. Your grip on his back tightened, and his hissing became louder. Henry grunted when he thrust once, twice, and a third then repeated grinding his hips into you. You knew you were right at the precipice of total destruction. He pulled back nearly completely and slammed into you again, then again, and finally, you screamed as a blinding hot white light beamed behind your eyes and your lungs expanded and constricted but didn’t take in any air. Your chest burned and your legs cramped. Henry groaned almost animalistically, and you felt his seed spill deep inside of you. Neither of you could move, Henry could only try to bury himself deeper into you as he emptied every last drop in you.

By the time he dripped beside you, you were barely conscious. When he touched the mattress, he sucked in a pained breath. You lazily looked to him half-delirious, but you weren’t capable of words. Henry rolled to you and claimed your lips in a slow, but sensual kiss. You moaned feeling your body coming back to life. You were utterly exhausted, but you wanted him again, you couldn’t understand it. Somehow you wrapped your arm around him, resting your hand on his back. Again, Henry hissed out in pain. “What’s wrong?” He eased onto his elbow with an exhausted groan. “My back.” He rolled a little, and you saw the bright red welts across his back. Your eyes widened. “Oh my god.” You turned him so you could fully see. “What is it?” All across his back were red scratch marks and nail indentations. You covered your mouth in horror but snorted your amusement. “What is it?” Henry looked back not the mirror of your headboard and saw what you were reacting to.

“Oh my god, Henry I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I have no idea what came over me,” you rushed out. When he looked at you he didn’t look angry; instead, he looked as if he wasn’t fazed. “Eh, it happens.” You wrinkled your eyebrow then raised them in shock. “You’re not upset? Won’t this be hard to explain away for set?” He snorted and laughed before he shrugged it off. “Eh, I don’t have to explain my personal life to anyone.” He kissed you once, then again and led small kisses to your neck then down to your breast before his mouth wrapped around your nipple again.

“Plus, it’s sort of life imitates art.” You moaned and tried to focus on his words rather than your body. “How so?” His lips traveled to your other breasts and did the same actions. “That song you love, what’s it called—something about touching, pillows, covers, mattresses—scratching. You know the one.” His lips sucked aggressively on your nipple creating a haze in your head. Suddenly it hit you; he was talking about the Trey Songz song you always played in your car. You loudly snorted then laughed covering your face in sheer embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed now. Come on, sing it for me.” You shook your head and squealed in horror. Henry tickled you trying to coax you to sing the song you had no qualms singing before with him in the car. “Come on start at the part about breakfast in bed, my favorite part.” He climbed on top of you again using his thighs to press your thighs back to bed and pinning your arms beside your head. “Go on, sing for me, love.” You smiled again, shook your head and sighed out before you began bopping to the imaginary beat in your head.

“Can't another couple compete when we in the sheets. Breakfast in bed, love the way I eat. I love the way it be, we a couple freaks. Rockin' to the rhythm and the rhythm of the beat. It's your body on my body. Clap, clap, clap from the back, back, back. Smack, smack, smack when I act like that. She react right back, pullin' on.” You sang with him smiling at you and nodding along as well.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Henry leaned to your ear and kissed the shell. “Clap, clap, clap from the back, back, back. I think I know the perfect way to spend Sunday, love.” Your belly tied in a knot. Henry kissed your jaw, then your nipple and slid off the bed only to disappear into the bathroom giving you the view of his perfect ass and scratched back. You laid there both in anticipation and sheer amazement as to what beast you’d just awoken.

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foreverwayward · 5 years ago

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“Someone Like You” Ch. 6

Dean, Sam, Reader, OC (Max), John

Warnings: language angst

Word Count: 1736

SOMEONE LIKE YOU MASTERLIST

Summary: this is the story of Dean, Sam and Y/N. As they grew, a friendship as children would bloom into something that would last a lifetime. But, its Dean who realized things can get confusing when you’re in love with your best friend.

May 19, 2002

In the early evening, Y/N laid on the worn motel bed she and her father Max were sharing after a recent case. Her legs were crossed, her head rested on the flat pillow, with her headphones on as she listened to old cassette tapes. She lost herself in the music as her eyes closed.

The phone rang as Max came out of the bathroom, his hair still wet from his shower. He ran his hand through his dark locks and went to answer.

“Hello?” he asked. Max was quiet for a moment as he listened. “Uh, yeah--hold on.” Putting the phone to his chest he snapped his fingers to get Y/N’s attention, bringing her out of her musical daydreams. As she removed her headphones, he told her, “...it’s Dean.”

The Winchesters had begun to constantly check in with Y/N and Max. They made sure to keep in contact during hunts as the two fathers trusted the other implicitly.

Y/N hopped off the bed and her bare feet drug across the shaggy carpet. She took the phone from her father and put it to her ear. “Dean?”

A soft sniffle came from the other end of the call. “Hey…” Dean’s voice wasn’t its usual gruff and bold tone. He sounded distant, sad even. “I, uh--” he cleared his throat. “I know you’re a few hours away, but…uh--”

Her tone was loving, her face covered in worry. “Dean? Are you okay?”

Dean paused before saying with a heavy breath, “...I need you.”

“Okay. Okay, uh--are you still in the same motel in San Jose?”

“Yeah. Room 12.”

“Alright, hold on.” She pulled the phone away from her mouth and looked to Max. “Dad, can I take the truck? The hunt’s done and I can be back tomorrow.”

Max nodded as he sat down on the bed. “Be back tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” she mouthed quietly. Speaking into the phone once more, Y/N said, “okay, yeah. I’m on my way.”

Dean was silent but cleared a heavy emotion from his throat. “...thank you.”

“Always.” She hung up and hurried to gather her things and pack a bag. As she moved quickly through the room, Max watched her with a smirk. Y/N stopped seeing his smile. “What?”

“...you love him, don’t you?”

Taken back, she stood with her mouth slightly agape. “Of course, I love him, dad. He’s my best friend.”

Max chuckled to himself.

“What?” she asked as she paused to look at him.

Leaning forward onto his knees, Max gave a sweet smile. “Honey, you look at Dean the way I looked at your mother.”

Y/N felt a pang in her chest. She remembered the times they were together when she was a child so vividly. Max’s love for Y/N’s mom was unwavering. Since her death, he still hadn’t been with anyone else. It was obvious he missed her with every passing day.

Max patted the spot beside him on the bed and she went to sit. “You’re in love with him, Y/N. I think you have been since you were just a kid.”

“I don’t know, dad. Dean and I--we’re complicated.”

“I don’t think it’s as complicated as you think. I’ve seen how he looks at you too, and honey, he feels the same.”

She peered up to her father with heartfelt eyes. “If that’s true, why hasn’t he done anything about it? Dad…” Y/N fidgeted with her hands. “I can’t screw this up and lose him.”

Taking her nervous hand in his, Max turned to his daughter with a smile. “I don’t think you ever could. This life is--it’s awful. So, when you find someone that makes the hurt stop even just for a minute, you hold on to it...and baby, you never let it go.”

Y/N nodded with tears in her eyes before wrapping her arms around him. “Thanks, dad.”

As he held her tightly, Max brushed the hair down the back of her head and kissed her cheek. Pulling away, he reached over to the bedside table to grab his keys before placing them in her hands. “You got at least a three hour drive. Better hit the road.”

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Y/N’s window was cracked and Led Zeppelin played through as the old truck rumbled to a stop in the parking lot of the Flamingo Lodge. It was quiet with only a few cars in the lot. But, it was the Chevy Impala that waited in front of a row of doors that let her know she had found the right place. Y/N put the car in park and killed the engine before getting out.

As she closed the door behind her, Y/N could hear loud arguing coming from one of the rooms. Her brows were raised with concern as she grew closer, the yelling intensifying. Y/N knew those voices too well, it was the Winchesters.

Even with the windows to the motel room shut, every word reverberated through the thin walls.

“Dammit, Sam!” John yelled. “You think you can just walk out on this--on your family?! Have I taught you nothing?”

“I’m not walking out on the family, dad! This is a huge opportunity for me!” Sam sounded so angry, but desperate to be understood.

“I can’t believe you even applied to fucking Stanford. This? This is what we do.” Though Y/N had always known John to be a tough father, she’d never heard him shout at the boys the way he was. “We don’t go running off and desert the goddamn job! Jesus, Sam. Is the fucking interview why you pushed this case so hard?”

Dean’s voice broke through. “Alright, guys...stop it.”

“So that’s it?” Sam asked. “You just get to call the shots the rest of my life?”

“I’m your father, and you’ll do as you’re told. You’re not going, that’s an order.”

After a pause, Sam bit back, “fuck your orders.”

There was a loud crashing sound as something was broken inside and Dean shouted, “woah! Woah! Dad! Dad, stop!”

“You go now,” John screamed, “and you don’t fucking come back.”

“Sammy, he doesn’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do. You go, and I don’t wanna ever see you again.”

It fell still and Y/N covered her mouth in shock.

“...well, then I guess this is goodbye,” Sam replied firmly but with a broken voice.

More sounds of destruction followed as the door flew open. John stomped out, completely oblivious to Y/N’s presence.

He stormed out to the Impala as Dean rushed out after him, “Dad! Where are you going?” Dean panted as he stood next to the car. “Please, come back inside.”

Ignoring his son's pleas, John immediately slammed the door shut and the engine roared to life. He switched the car into reverse and squealed out of his spot.

“Dad!” Dean still called out. “Dad!” He watched as the Chevy peeled out of the parking lot and onto the road, disappearing into the night.

Dean’s hands went up onto his head as he gripped his hair, tears filling his eyes. “Son of a bitch!” he shouted.

“Dean…” a soft voice said from nearby.

He spun in its direction and his face fell seeing Y/N. Dean hurried over to her. “I’m--I’m so sorry you had to hear all that. I don’t--I don’t know what’s happening…”

As Dean began to fumble over his words with emotion pouring out, Y/N reached up to touch his face. He instantly refocused and peered down at her. Dean finally felt himself take a breath.

“It’s okay. I’m here, alright?” she told him.

Dean nodded and sniffled before putting a hand on the small of her back and ushering her back into the room.

Once they stepped inside, Y/N could see the destruction that John had created in his rage. A broken lamp was lying on the ground, the table flipped and a bottle of whiskey turned into shards of glass on the carpet.

Sam was furious with tears stinging his eyes as he packed.

“Sam…” Dean started, “come on, man. You know he didn’t mean it.”

“I’m done, Dean. I can’t fucking do this anymore. Dad wants me out of the family? Fine, I’m gone.” He zipped up his bag with his jaw ticking. Finally turning around, Sam stopped seeing Y/N with a forced smile.

“Hi, Sam.”

“Hi...I, uh--didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Not knowing exactly what to say, but seeing the pain in Dean’s eyes, Y/N knew she had to help. She went closer to the young Winchester and peered up at him. “Sam, I know your dad can be tough as hell sometimes…”

Sam scoffed. “You don’t know the half of it.”

She nodded. “You’re probably right. But, we need you Sam. I mean, I know going to college has always been your dream and I wanna support that, but what about everything else?”

With a face full of panic and heartache, Dean looked at his brother. “Please, man. I need you.” Imagining being on the road alone with John was more than Dean could bear. Sam was his one constant and the thought of losing him was ripping him in two.

Sam licked his lip in thought before grabbing his bag and flinging it onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Dean. I gotta do this.” He went to touch his brother’s shoulder and Dean turned away, trying to hide the urge to cry.

Before leaving, Sam gave Y/N a loving hug. “I’ll be in touch, ‘kay?”

“Yeah…” she replied softly. “Be safe.”

He nodded and then turned to leave.

As the door shut behind Sam, Dean spun around to see his brother was gone. The tears stinging his eyes matched the painful lump in his throat. His breathing grew ragged and he nearly began to hyperventilate as reality hit him. “Fuck…” Dean almost whimpered.

When he ran a hand down his face, wiping the escaped tears from his face, Y/N went to him and wrapped her arms around him. Her face rested on his chest and she could feel his heart racing. “I got you…” she told him. “It’s okay, Dean...I got you.”

A heavy breath came from his lips as he began to release his heartbreak. Tears slid down his cheeks and he held her close as he silently cried into her hair.

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Chapter 7

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