#'Oh well then who's gonna take care of you if you get cancer huh?!'

[lwoorl]

I'm starting to think people who NEED to be their SO's #1 priority forever and always simply don't have a good support system

[teamred]

in sickness and in health

✩‌ logan howlett x reader x wade wilson | fluff | 1.6k

SUMMARY | you may be bedridden with the flu and feeling miserable, but you're blessed with two boyfriends to take good care of you. // part of the home sweet home series + requested by anonymous!

WARNINGS | s*xual jokes, none really!

RATING | teen+

It’s early Monday morning when your body feels like utter shit. 

You toss and turn in bed, fighting the blanket away from your boyfriends in a struggle to warm up, only throwing it off seconds after because of how hot you also feel. Your muscles are starting to ache, like you ran a marathon and then some. 

Next to you, Logan’s the first to stir awake, picking up on your restless movements. Propping himself up on one forearm, he gently places the back of his hand on your forehead. 

“Darlin’,” he whispers, brushing the damp hair away from your face. “You should call in sick. Ain’t no way you’re goin’ to work like this.” 

You turn away from him in protest. “No, I’m okay. Just feeling a little tired.” 

Logan huffs and shakes his head over how stubborn you are. 

He suddenly grabs his pillow and hurls it directly at Wade’s head, who’s sleeping on the other side of you. The pillow smacks into the latter, waking him from his deep snoring with a snort and a startled jump.

“What the fuck?!” Wade mumbles, rubbing his eyes and stroking his bald head as if he’s running fingers through his non-existent hair. “If you wanted to fuck this early in the morning, you could’ve just asked, sunshine.” 

An eye-roll from Logan. “Time to wake up, sleepin’ beauty.” 

He gets out of bed and pulls on a shirt, then walks towards Wade’s side of the bed, shoving his head. “Back me up in tellin’ our girl she’s gotta call in sick today.” 

“Huh?” Wade squints at your resting body, but when he leans over and presses his hand to your forehead, his eyes widen in shock.

“Jesus H. Christ, you’re burnin’ up more than the Jonas Brothers did in 2008. You’re staying home, peanut, and that’s not a request. Doctor Deadpool’s orders!” 

You whine. “Do I really have to?” 

“Yes,” they reply sternly in unison. 

Giving into your boyfriends’ commands, you groan. As Logan heads out of the room, Wade hands over your phone.

And you hate to admit it, but you know they’re right because you barely have enough energy to call in sick. To be safe, you ask for two days off, then flop right back into bed. 

Carefully, Wade pulls you into his arms and whispers into your hair, “Need a sexy nurse to take care of you, baby? ‘Cause I think I got an outfit stashed somewhere.” 

You try to laugh, but it comes out as a flat wheeze. “Maybe later, babe.” 

“Awww, you poor thing.” He frowns sympathetically. “You can barely even laugh. Man, you must be dying.” 

A few minutes later, Logan returns, holding a steaming cup of tea and ibuprofen in his other. He sits down onto the bed. 

“Here. Take these and drink this,” Logan orders. Wade releases you as you sit up slowly, wincing as you do, and follow through with Logan’s instructions.  

“You guys should probably avoid being near me,” you rasp. You’ll definitely need to drink more tea to soothe your oncoming sore throat. 

Logan chuckles softly and Wade ruffles your hair.  

“I can’t get sick,” Logan states matter-of-factly. 

“Neither do I,” your other boyfriend adds. “Well, I mean, unless you count cancer constantly fucking me in the ass.” 

In the moment, you’re filled with utmost envy for your superpowered boyfriends and their ridiculous healing abilities.

Wade climbs out of bed, patting Logan on the shoulder as he stands. 

“I’m gonna run some errands for our little sicky princess. Hold the fort down and keep her tied to the bed with those strong arms of yours, yeah?” He squeezes Logan’s bicep playfully and gives him a wink. 

“Pick up more tea for her.” 

“Oh, most definitely. And I’ll get condoms too! You know, they say that fever sex helps you get better faster.” 

“Wade.”  

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” 

He leans down, whispering above you. “I’m not kidding. I’d still do you in your current state, but only if you were up for it. Love you, babe.” He plants a kiss on your head and departs with a wave of his fingers. 

The older of your boyfriends shifts closer to you on your bed. “Do you want me to hold you right now?” 

You groan in negation, shaking your head slightly. You appreciate the gesture, but with your body switching between chills and a fever, Logan’s body warmth would just make things worse. 

“If you need anything, baby, just let me know,” he says softly.  

In response, you hum and nod, allowing yourself to relax as much as you can. Soon enough, you drift off, and can feel a hand stroking the side of your head, soothing you towards your much needed rest. 

“Wade, she’s sick, not on her death bed.” 

You blink awake, the sunlight coming through the window stronger than before. Judging by the position of the light, a few hours have passed since you fell asleep. You’re woken up by the familiar sounds of your boyfriends bickering in the other room. 

To strangers, and even to themselves, it sounds grating. But to you, it’s strangely calming and comforting. 

“Well, excuse me for being an exceptional boyfriend! I just wanna make sure she’s got anything she needs,” Wade fires back.  

A brief pause.

“That’s… thoughtful of you,” Logan grumbles stiffly.  

Wade’s laugh rings through the apartment, and you can envision him standing up with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in amusement. “Wow, that must’ve felt like pulling teeth for you, huh? Wait—why aren’t your teeth adamantium?” 

You think Logan sighs and probably rolls his eyes too. “Go check in on her, dumbass.” 

“Love you too, my lil honey badger,” Wade says, his voice and footsteps coming closer to the bedroom door.  

A soft knock on the door. 

“Feelin’ better yet, honey?” Wade asks, peeking his head through the door. 

“Not really,” you grumble. 

In a flash, he’s right in front of your face, his nose pressed against your cheek. “How about now?” 

That gets a small laugh from you. He grins, leaving a loud, exaggerated smooch on your cheek, holding it down for emphasis. You scrunch your face up at the lovely gesture. 

“What did you get from the store?” you ask with Wade’s arm now slung around your body. 

“Literally everything. Whatever you want, I’ve got it. I’m basically Costco now.” 

You test him. “Diapers?” 

“Okay, I don’t have that,” he admits, deadpan. “But I do have five different flavours of soup, an action figure of myself and Logan for you to play with—or to enact voodoo sex, you know I love a little one-on-one action with our man!—some random German cookies, and a bottle of Chinese herbal medicine the lady down the street swore by. At least, I think it’s medicine? Hard to say. And that’s only a few of the things I got.” 

“Can I have some soup?” 

“Of course. Tomato, cream of mushroom, chicken noodle, spicy nacho cheese, or clam chowder?” 

“Surprise me.”

“Spicy nacho cheese, it is.” 

You grunt in disapproval.

“Chicken noodle soup, it is.” 

After Wade spent some time spoonfeeding you your soup and Logan replenishing your cup of tea, sleep claimed you once more. By the time you wake up again, the room is pitch dark. 

“Logan,” you groan weakly. You immediately hear the TV volume lowered, followed by recognizable footsteps approaching the room.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Logan murmurs gently, sitting on the bed and reaching out to touch your forehead. You’re warm, but it’s an improvement from the morning. “Everything okay?” 

“Is there any dinner?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Is our girl hungry?” Wade hollers from the other room. “‘Cause I’m cooking up a storm right now!” 

A corner of Logan’s mouth quirks up. “I think Wade’s on it.” 

He turns on one of the bedside lamps, the soft light illuminating the room. With it, he catches the pleading look in your eyes, one that he can decipher in a heartbeat. Without hesitation, he scoots closer and pulls you into his chest, embracing you with a tight hug. 

“I feel like shit,” you grumble into him with your arms twined at his neck, inhaling his scent. 

“I know, baby, but it’ll pass. The more you rest, the faster it’ll go away,” he reassures you, stroking your back. “You gonna admit staying home was a good idea?” 

“Mm-mm.” You shake your head, even though you know he was right. 

He looks at you with a smirk. “You’re lucky you’re as cute as you are stubborn.” 

Moments later, Wade, adorning a “Blow the Chef” apron, comes in with a bed tray. You pull away from Logan, allowing Wade to properly position the tray in front of you. At the sight of syruped pancakes, you beam, especially at the attempted heart-shaped ones. 

“Voila! Voici les crêpes,” Wade declares in a decent French accent, but you’re pretty sure he’s mispronouncing crêpes as he says it like crap. 

“Thanks for everything, you guys,” you say, glancing up at your boyfriends. “I feel really bad.”

“Never ever feel bad about being sick, baby.” Wade says, setting in on one side of you. “It just means more time for us to spoil you.” 

Logan snuggles you on your other side, wrapping an arm around you. “It ain’t your fault, and it’s what we’re here for.” 

After being out for so long, you spend your time eating the pancakes and asking how their day was. Logan gets in a word before Wade rambles on how he almost got into a fight with a kid at one of the various stores he dropped by.

With both of them beside you, you finally start to feel a little better, if not from the flu, at least from the comfort they give.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

i have bronchitis rn and you know who would still fuck me anyway? deadpool. in fact ik that man LOVES having sex with you while you’re sick it’s disgusting. but it’s sweet too like he’s also there to take care of you so he’ll run you a bath and cook for you and baby you all day long and he can tell you’re getting worked up from all the attention he’s giving you so eventually he tucks you into bed and he’s like

“alright, is there anything else i can do for you typhoid mary? tea? tissues? medicine? illegal medicine? an orgasm?”

“huh?! wait, no, wade, fuck, i’m not… i don’t wanna get you sick.”

“my brother in christ, you have the sniffles. i have cancer. you cannot POSSIBLY get me sicker than i already am.”

…y’know what? fair enough, actually. so you let him climb into bed and spoon with you. he’ll peel your pajamas off and suck hickeys into your neck while rubbing your fevered cunt.

“oooh, yeah, you’re goopier than usual, babe. guess when your sinuses are plugged up, all that mucus just has to go somewhere else, huh?”

you squirt in his hand and he says “gesundheit! ha! i love me a little pussy sneeze. you want me to fuck you yet, pretty boy?”

“mhm!”

“well then YOU gotta suck me off first, babes! gotta make wade jr. grow big and strong so he can tear your pussy asunder.”

now imma let you in on a lil secret rq ok nothing absolutely NOTHING works better as a temporary decongestant than sucking cock. that shit will empty your sinuses clear your airways and do your fucking taxes for you it will be RELIEF. hard-fought relief that will be served messy and sloppy and smeared all over your face and his junk. and i’m truly sorry to say this (i’m not) but you know his dumb ass would make a terrible joke like

“cough-tuah! snot on that thing!”

you try to groan at his stupid fucking meme but he’ll just throatfuck you at the exact second your mouth is open. and he’ll go right up until he’s about to bust. at that moment he’ll stop, breathe, take the time to admire his throbbing erection, and get ready to move on

“phew, okay! i think it’s pussy time now!”

he’ll prop your ass up for himself and slowly sink his thick throbbing cock into you, and you whine with such intensity that it triggers a coughing fit. a coughing fit that rhythmically clamps your cunt like a fucking bear trap around his shaft.

“O-OH~! WH-?! HGNH!!! oh my GOD, sluttercup, that’s not—that’s not FAIR!!! trying to milk me harder than OP with that hawk tuah joke! MMM~! fuck… fuck it, next time we have sex, you’re gonna be face down in a pile of asbestos.”

[wrightingdungeon]

Edge On

This is just smut to have smut, the equivalent of the “extra sausage pizza” porn.

Warning: 18+, MDNI, blow job, edging, porn without plot, say it with me “Sam got his dick pierced”

In Cindersnap forest, perched on a tree stump, Sebastian watched Sam as he swung back and forth from the branch he was holding. Sam flung himself forward, attempting a superhero landing but instead toppling harshly onto his side. “Fuck, I almost had that one!” he exclaimed with a groan.

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh, the sight of Sam sprawled out on the ground was too amusing. “No, you didn't,” he called out, his amusement evident. Sam rolled onto his back, looking up at the sunlight filtering through the leaves before turning to face him.

“Uh-huh, I did,” Sam insisted, wincing as he moved sitting up.

“Nuh-uh, you launched too far,” Sebastian teased, leaning back and relaxing as Sam stood up.

“Fuck, ow…” Sam muttered, lifting his shirt to inspect the bruise already forming on his hip.

Noticing the bruise as well, Sebastian motioned for him to come closer. “Come here, ya banana. Let me take a look at that.”

Sam limped over, grumbling under his breath. Sebastian examined the bruise with a critical eye, his fingers brushing gently against the tender skin. “You’ve gotta be more careful. One of these days, you're gonna break something.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Sebastian groaned, rolling his eyes as he handed Sam his cigarette. “Hold this.”

“Can't hold it yourself?” Sam laughed, taking the lit cancer stick, rolling it absentmindedly between his fingers.

“I need both hands,” Sebastian mumbled, taking Sam’s shirt pushing it up, and using his other hand to push Sam’s jeans down slightly, trying to get a better view of the bruise.

Sam shivered slightly at the touch. “You’re being a mother hen, dude. It's just a bruise.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather be a mother hen than deal with you being out of commission because you decided to fuck yourself up,” Sebastian shot back, rolling his eyes.

Sam grinned, ashing the cigarette for Sebastian. “Admit it, you’d miss me.”

Sebastian smirked, shaking his head. “Maybe. Now stop squirming. I’m trying to see if it’s just a bruise or if you did something worse.”

Sebastian could feel Sam watching him, he knew his face was flushed. “Need me to kiss it?” he teased as he looked up, enjoying the way Sam's face turned redder.

“W-What-” Sam stammered, clearing his throat as his voice cracked.

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head as he gripped Sam’s hip, careful to avoid the bruised skin. “Do you need me to kiss it better?”

Sam's heart started to race; Sebastian could see it in his eyes. “You’re being a tease, Seb,” Sam managed to say, his voice shaky.

Sebastian chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Sam's skin. “Only because you make it so easy,” he replied kissing Sam's hip.

Shivering slightly, Sam sighed softly, his eyes hooding as his free hand instinctively found Sebastian's hair.

“Who's being a tease now?” Sebastian asked, his lips still pressed against Sam's skin, his smirk widening as Sam got more flustered, hearing his breath catch, feeling his fingers tightening their grip on his hair. “Seb…”

Sebastian pulled back slightly, their eyes locking. “What’s the matter, Sam? Can’t handle a little kiss?”

Sam's face flushed deeper, his heart pounding. “You know I can,” he said, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in his stomach.

Sebastian chuckled, his hand caressing Sam’s hip. “Good,” he whispered, leaning in closer. “Because I’m not done.”

Sam's breath caught again as Sebastian trailed a line of kisses over his hip, up to his waist, and over to his other hip. Sam yelped, pulling at Sebastian’s hair as he bit down. “H-Hey! No biting!” he whined, pulling Sebastian away with a pout.

Sebastian looked up, his eyes sparkling with mischief, his mind starting to race as well upon seeing Sam’s cute face. “Oh, come on, you like it.”

Sam's pout deepened, but he couldn't hide the amused glint in his eyes. “You're an ass.”

Sebastian grinned. “And you wouldn’t have me any other way.” Licking a stipe up Sam’s hip bone, chuckling feeling Sam’s hips twitch.

Letting Sam's shirt fall onto his head Sebastian grabbed Sam’s other hip pulling him closer, "You know, I've been thinking," he said, blowing onto the trail of saliva he left. "We should try something new." He looked up at Sam. "Ever heard of edging, Sam?"

Sam looked down at Sebastian through his eyelashes, his cheeks red. “Y-Yeah.” He said softly, his fingers reflexing slightly in Sebastian's hair. 

Sebastian smirked, patting Sam’s hip. "Good. Then you know what I'm talking about when I say," his voice dropping to a low growl. "I want to tease you, make you squirm, hear you beg me to let you cum." Having thought about doing this with Sam for a while now, they were alone right now, not having to hide from parents or friends, just out in the woods having some fun together.

Sam's breath hitched, his eyes wide. "Y-You're serious?" he stammered, his grip tightening in Sebastian's hair as he looked around. “Someone could walk by.” 

Sebastian chuckled, nodding. "Deadly serious." His eyes never leaving Sam's. "Just gotta stay quiet for me," Sebastian grinned rubbing circles into Sam’s hips.

Sam hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the challenge in Sebastian's eyes. "Ok," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Sebastian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice low and approving. He slowly unbuttoned Sam's jeans, his fingers brushing against Sam's skin. He could feel Sam's body trembling slightly, and it sent a thrill through him, knowing he was the one causing this reaction.

He pushed Sam's jeans down, revealing his briefs, which were already tenting. Smirking he ran a finger along the length of his dick, feeling it twitch at his touch.

"Already so hard for me, huh, Sammy?" Sebastian teased as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sam's briefs, slowly pulling them down, letting Sam's cock spring free, humming in appreciation, licking his lips.

"Now, let's see if we can make this even harder," Sebastian's voice filled with promise, with that, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste Sam, licking along his length, chuckling as he felt it twitch under his tongue. 

“Just like that.” He cooed softly as he wrapped his hand around Sam's cock, stroking it slowly, watching him as he rocked his hips in time with Sebastian's fist, his eyes closing. 

He kept his strokes slow and steady, his thumb swirling around the pierced tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there smirking softly, enjoying it every time he got to play with Sam's hidden piercing. He could see Sam's hand holding his cigarette fisted at his side, knowing he was fighting to stay quiet.

Sebastian groaned softly, loving the control he had over Sam's body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Sam's tip. "You're doing so good, Sam. Staying so quiet for me. But I think it's time to turn up the heat a bit."

Before Sam could respond, Sebastian took him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock pushing his piercing side to side. He smirked hearing Sam gasp, feeling his fingers tighten in his hair, him trying to buck his hips, but Sebastian's other hand held him in place.

"Seb..." Sam moaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to focus on staying quiet as he was just praised for doing so.

Sebastian hummed, sending vibrations through Sam's cock, causing him to gasp again. Sebastian took his time, exploring every inch of Sam with his tongue, feeling his vein running the length of his cock, pulling back to suck on the piercing, before pressing back down. 

Sebastian bobbed his head, taking Sam's cock deeper into his mouth, his hand stroking the length that he couldn't fit. He could feel Sam's body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps, but he didn't stop. He kept going, his movements steady and sure, bringing Sam closer and closer to the edge. 

Just as he felt Sam's body start to shake, Sebastian pulled back, his hand stilling, releasing Sam's cock with a pop. He looked up at Sam, his eyes gleaming with amusement as Sam let out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. "Not yet, Sam," he said, his voice low and teasing, a smug smile spreading as he heard Sam whine. "You are just, doing so good for me," Sebastian murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste the precum that started leaking.

He felt Sam's body tense at his words, he knew he was pushing him to his limits. He could see the struggle in Sam's eyes, the fight to stay quiet, to not beg for release. It was intoxicating seeing Sam like this.

Sebastian took Sam's cock deep into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks, his hand cupping Sam's balls, massaging them gently. He could feel them drawing up, and he knew Sam was close. Pressing just a bit deeper, testing the waters, Sam's body started to shake again causing Sebastian to pull back, his hand stilling once more.

"No!" Sam gasped, his eyes flying open, pleading with Sebastian. "Please, Seb... I can't... I need..."

Sebastian shushed him kissing his hip. "Shh, Sammy. You can take it. You're doing so well."

He looked up, his lips curling into a smirk. "But you know… if you can't stay quiet, I'll have to stop. You don't want us to get caught out here, right?"

Sam shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "N-No, I… I can be quiet," he whispered.

Sebastian smirked, his hand wrapping around Sam's cock again, stroking it slowly. "That's a good boy," he praised, his voice low and husky. "Now, let's try this again, shall we?"

He took Sam's cock into his mouth again, his movements slow and steady, building Sam up again. He could feel Sam's body tensing, his breath broken, he knew Sam was getting close.

As Sam's cock started to pulse, his hips trying to thrust, Sebastian pulled back again, but this time, he didn't stop entirely. He kept his hand moving, stroking Sam's cock slowly, his thumb swirling around the head and piercing, mixing Sam’s precum and his saliva. 

"Please, Seb..." Sam begged softly, his hips twitching with every touch, his eyes pleading with Sebastian. 

Sebastian chuckled, looking up at Sam with a smug smile. "Please what, Sam?" he taunted, his breath hot on Sam's cock as he leaned close teasingly.

"Please...let me cum… Please." Sam begged, his voice shaking, tears pricking his eyes.

Sebastian chuckled, his hand squeezing Sam's hip. "Almost there," he said, his voice firm.

"Fuck, you're evil!" Sam cried, his voice shaky.

Sebastian laughed leaning his head back slightly. "Why thank you," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I do try my best." His hands moved to Sam's thighs, holding him in place. "But don't worry Sammy," he said, his voice low and soothing. "It will be worth it in the end." 

Sam nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to regain his composure. "F-Fine," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Sebastian flicked his tongue out to taste Sam again. "Such a good boy," he praised, his hands moving to Sam's ass, squeezing it gently.

He leaned in, his tongue swirling around the head of Sam's cock, giving a few test strokes before he pressed it back into his throat, seeing how much he could take. He could feel Sam’s body trembling with effort as he tried to hold back his orgasm. He could see the sweat beading on his forehead,  "Please..." Sam whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please, Seb..."

Feeling Sam’s grip on his hair and his hips twitching was growing harder, his grip on his hair becoming almost painful. Sebastian groaned relaxing, being nice, and letting Sam start to move his hips. 

Sam felt like he was on fire, Sebastian could feel his heart pounding in his length, hearing him let out a low growl, his hips thrusting freely. Locking eyes with Sam through his hooded eyes, Sebastian moaned against his length he could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire to fall apart. 

With a final cry, Sam crumbled, his body folding on itself as he came undone, using his grip on Sebastian's hair to press deeper into his mouth, causing him to gag slightly. His cock pulsed as he came, stripes of hot, salty cum shooting down Sebastian's throat.

Sebastian swallowed every drop, his eyes closing tight as he tried to concentrate. Letting Sam's body still, Sebastian pulled back, wiping his mouth with his thumb.  "Good job, Sam." he praised, his voice soft as he pulled Sam onto his lap, kissing his head.

Sam slumped against Sebastian, his body boneless as he tried to catch his breath. Sebastian chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Sam's waist, holding him close.

"You okay, Sammy?" he asked, teasing softly, seeing Sam’s blissed-out expression.

Sam nodded, his voice weak. "Yeah...just...yeah."

“Still got this I see,” Sebastian had a coy smile as he rubbed Sam’s good hip, grabbing his hand that still had his cigarette, whistling softly. “Didn't even smash the filter, good boy.” Sebastian teased as he casually lit his cigarette back up.

[prodbymaui]

Phantom Limb (Equidistant)

did we come close to having it all?

PAIRING: jeong jaehyun x you

GENRE: slice of life; the hows of us

TEASER WC: 848 words

SYNOPSIS: Between the distance of sorrys and goodbyes, where does 'us' lies?

RELEASE DATE: October 30, 2023

TAGLIST: open !! (you can send an ask or comment your usn)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: if you have questions, you can send an ask. and NO, I didn't re-write the whole movie and replaced Jaehyun's name. the teaser is just a teaser and the actual fic will have a lot more which will be different from the movie.

YOU WERE YOUNG.

''Hmm this is how it feels when you've finally bought something with your own money, huh, Jo?''

''Jo? Is that the name of your ex or side chick?''

''What.. No.'' Jaehyun chuckles. ''Jo in scottish means darling, sweetheart–.. beloved.''

''Pfft, fine. I like that. Jo..''

YOU DREAMED TOGETHER.

''When we're both finally stable and successful in life, wouldn't you be arrogant?''

''Arrogant? Why would I be?''

''Because your boyfriend is the world's most famous singer.''

His imaginations emit a hearty scoff from you. ''Then you're arrogant by then as well.''

''Uh-huh, and why is that?''

''Because your girlfriend, the president of your fansclub, is the doctor who found cures to cancers and rare diseases.''

''And I would be so proud of you when that happens.''

''Someday, love.''

''Someday, Jo.''

THERE WERE UPS.

''Happy birthday, the love of my life!''

''Thank you so much, baby! You didn't have to!''

''Uh-uh, I have to and I want to. You've been juggling studying and working at the same time and I know it has been hard. A great woman like my love only deserves the best of the bests.''

''You're such a sap. I love you, Jeong.''

''I love you, Jo. So much that it hurts.''

THERE WERE DOWNS.

''Jaehyun? Could you maybe wash the dishes before you go? I'm just really short of time.''

''I'm sorry, Jo, but I need to go. All the guys are there and you know how they go when practicing by themselves.''

''Oh.. I'll do the dishes. You take care, hmm?''

''Dude, are you tone-deaf? You're literally fucking out of tune.''

''What do you mean, bro? I think it sounds fine.''

''No, no, you're not fucking hitting the right note. You know what? Get out.''

''Jaehyun–''

''Get the fuck out of my house. What the fuck is happening to musicians nowadays? If they're not taking it seriously, they're fucking tone-deaf.''

''Love, maybe you should rest first.. ?''

YET YOUR LOVE WAS STRONGER.

''Girl, be honest with me. Are you still studying? Your life before used to be all about studying, studying, studying, and a sprinkle of Jaehyun. But now it's all Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun.''

''Rosé, come on. You know we're still waiting for Jaehyun's biggest break. After that, I can focus back on studying.''

''And if that break doesn't happen?''

''Don't be so negative!''

STORMS AFTER STORMS.

''Hello? Do you know anyone named Jeong Jaehyun?''

''Hi, yes. That's my boyfriend. May I ask why you're calling from his phone?''

''You might wanna pick him up, he's dead drunk, been here since last night and won't leave. I'll just text the address from his number, I guess.''

''A-alright, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience–''

''Oh, and you might want to bring extra cash with you. His 7k bill is not yet paid, not even a penny.''

''Rosé–''

''Where the fuck are you? You can't miss this exam!''

''I-I'm coming, I just.. Jaehyun– fuck, he's–''

''Fuck him! Just leave him alone! A few minutes left and we're gonna start. This is a bar exam, get that shit inside your head! Get your ass here if you don't want all your efforts to go to waste.''

''Rosé..''

''Please, you don't deserve this. Think about all those nights you stayed up to study. I'm sure Jaehyun will understand..''

''I.. Okay– okay, I'm coming.''

''I love you, best friend. Jaehyun will understand, okay?''

You cradle Jaehyun's face in your hands, brushing his hair out of his face as if your own isn't a mess along with the tears running. Jaehyun looks through the hazy film of his eyes, he sobs with you.

''I'm sorry, love. I'm so so sorry– God– I'm sorry. Just this one time, please? Just this once, I need to take this exam. I'll call Eunwoo to pick you up.''

Giving one last kiss on your lover's forehead, you quickly catch a taxi and close the door on Jaehyun's face. You bury your face in your hands as you stifle your sobs. Maybe you can stop worrying. Eunwoo will pick him up, he's Jaehyun's best friend.

AND YOU WONDER..

But as you turn your head, Jaehyun with his clothes wrinkled lays on the cold ground, in his own pool of vomit. As he meets your eyes, he starts reaching out to you. For you.

You're just a lover. One that has so much love for Jeong Jaehyun.

The tires screech as you plead stop to the taxi driver, giving him the last of your money before running towards your boyfriend who's grunting and murmuring.

Your heart hurts at the worst state you've ever seen Jaehyun. The ache only gets unbearable as you take him in your arms and carry all his weight. Your heart.. it's as if being squeezed a thousand times, getting pricked with thorns.  

''Just leave him alone!'' Rosé's voice rings in your head.

''I'm sorry.. I can't.'' You whisper an apology. Not to anyone, no.

Because as you fix Jaehyun, clean Jaehyun, tuck him in bed– no one deserves an apology from you more than yourself.

IS IT ALL WORTH IT?

[nololginny]

Just a Prank

POV: Taylor Thornton, a famous youtuber, who becomes in a relationship with Rafe Cameron. her viewers are familiar with him as he has been in your videos for a while now. Another thing they are familiar with is that they know she likes to pull a good prank on him once and a while.

you propped up your camera, getting ready and hitting the record button. "hey guys, its Taylor welcome back to my Youtube channel, today we are going to be pranking rafe by being rude to him for however long i can. i am actually very scared because i know this is going to make him really annoyed, so wish me luck!". You smile, taking your camera and slowly walking downstairs to hear the voices of your friends.

"Dude no, Kendricks diss track is obviously better than that flops stupid notes he calls music" Kelce complains, rolling his eyes at your annoyed brother. "Kelce shut the fuck up, you are the biggest bandwagon known to man" topper states, drinking his energy drink as you hold back a laugh. Rafe comes inside from the pool area, luckily not seeing you setting down your camera behind the island table.

"Hey baby, when did you come down" Rafe asks with a smile, you already start to feel bad for doing this to him. You just shrug, and walk away to the cabinet to get some chips to eat. Your boyfriend gives you a weird stare, trying to process what just happened between you two. You try to hold in your laugh, try to contain your composure. "Jesus Taylor what is up your ass this morning" Topper says, snickering to himself. "Sad that nobody else laughed at your joke Top, glad you have some self confidence though" you strike, walking out to the pool to tan.

pool area-

The other camera was already propped up in between the lounge chairs across from where you were tanning outside. You could smell the cologne from anywhere, and knew who was coming to talk to you. "Baby what is wrong, did something happen earlier?" He asks, touching your lower back as you lay your face into the lounge chair. You suddenly sit up, and look straight into his face through your shades. "like you really care Rafe, i am trying to have alone time" you strike back, putting your face back down into the chair, leaving your boyfriend stunned.

"Ok first of all what the fuck, you know i always care about how you feel so do not give me that bullshit Tay, what is your problem today, huh?". He sits up, already getting heated from the attitude you were giving him right now. "Your my problem, goodbye" you just could tell his jaw was dropped, you quietly giggle into your chair. "Are you serious, you think you can fucking talk to me like that Taylor, really?". you simply just ignore him, your timer goes off for you to turn onto your back. "Yea okay, have fucking fun getting skin cancer" He gets up and angrily walks back into his house.

Kitchen-

You laugh so hard, and run up to the hidden camera behind the chairs. "Guys i did not think he would get mad this fast, i was trying so hard not to laugh bro. I am gonna continue some more inside because his sister just got home. Babe if your watching this, i got your ass!" You laugh, running inside to get time to do your next bit. You walk inside the patio doors, Sarah and Wheezie sitting at the kitchen bar. "Hey Taylor girl, when did you get here" Sarah gets up and hugs you. "i have been outside, but i need you guys to stay quiet".

"Wait, why?" Sarah asks. "Well i got bored so i decided to prank Rafe again, who is taking this lovely by the way" you sarcastically reply, turning out the camera on the island. "Oh god, last time this happened you guys literally did not come out of that room for like 4 days girl' she shakes, just thinking at the thought of her best friend and her brother.'' You were about to Reply, when you heard foo steps coming from upstairs. You see Kelce, Topper, and Rafe coming down with clubs, and in Golf attire. "where are you fancy boys going' you strike, sitting down at the bar next to Wheezie. "We have a tee time, you gonna come Tay?' Rafe questions, getting out his golf glove. "mmm no i'm okay, what is the point your balls do not even go THAT far you know?"

As soon as those words came out of your mouth, you could feel the silence in the room. Then laughs by topper and Sarah started to burst out. "Holy shit, she told your ass" Sarah laughs, smacking the island. "Alright miss grouchy ass, enjoy your fucking playdate" then he walks out angrily, hearing a huge slam from the range rover. "Uhh we should probably be going" topper adds, leaving abruptly, with kelce close behind him. As soon as they left, you Sarah, and Wheezie fell into a pit of laughter. "Oh my gosh that was so mean i feel so bad" You cry-laugh, as you reach for your camera.

"Girl i am terrified for you, good luck up there sis" she says, patting you on the back and going to her room. You go up to your room to see that you received texts from rafe just after he left.

Baby: Taylor what the actual fuck is up with you right now

Baby: You like treating me like shit in front of my friends, is that it huh. You wanna embarrass me?

You ignore the texts, and go into your boyfriends room while sitting on the bed. You doze off into a nap after your long day. When you wake up, you check the time and it reads 6:30, shit! Rafe will be home any minute. You set up your camera, and wait for him to come in. You scroll on Tiktok for a while, looking at cute dogs when suddenly you hear the door knob turn, and your boyfriend walking into the room, sweaty and tired from the tee time. He notices you on the bed, does not say a word, and steps into his bathroom.

You soon hear the shower running, and that is when you realize he might actually be upset. "Okay guys, i think i am gonna end it here because i feel so bad, even if he is cute when he gets mad" you whisper, taking your camera and heading to the bathroom. You turn the knob, and enter the bathroom to see Rafe with just a towel around his waist, testing the water temperature to get in. That is when he notices you coming inside, stepping away from the shower. "here to come yell at me some more" He asks, crossing his arms like a child which made you laugh a little.

"You think this is some funny joke Tay" He asks. "Yes baby, it is i was just pranking you im sorryyy" you beg, putting the camera into his face, as his body started slowly getting less tense from the anger. "Are you serious, thats not funny i thought you were mad at me Baby". you look in awe, as you put down the camera and hug around his waist, as he picks you up by your hips. "Im sorry baby. but it was pretty funny" You state, kissing him on the cheeks, while you hug him. He just smiles, puts you down and grabs the camera. "This girl is a dweeb" he says. You just laugh, and get ready to join him in the shower.

[destinygoldenstar]

Disventure Camp Character Impressions *Compilation* (Part 5)

<< Part 4

***

"What the hell was that bullshit in the elimination?!"

OMG THANK YOU

THANK YOU

GRETT CALLS IT OUT. OMG THANK YOU.

I FEEL VALIDATED.

"You mean the way we were exposed?"

...oh.

No I was talking about your choice on voting.

Nope. I'm not validated.

"Golden, that's the thing with us villains. We don't need your permission to slay. We do it anyway."

"What experience can a six year old have?!"

"Well let's see, my parents abandoned me in the woods. Clearly they hate me."

"...I know she's right, but it still hurts to hear."

Oh.

So she's just kinda accepted that she's awful.

"The adults in my life think I'm a demon with no redeeming qualities, so that must be true. Might as well live off that."

Does that imply that Fiore was an accidental pregnancy...?

I mean I'm not a mother, but I know that's something that can happen if you don't, you know, control yourself.

Oh not these two again.

YOU'VE BEEN FIGHTING THE PAST THREE EPISODES. GET OVER IT.

"Hey Tom, I know I said this a dozen times, but I really am sowwy. Can you forgive me?" (Jake)

"Jake I just learned I have cancer. And for some reason I'm gonna say that's your fault. Get out of my life." (Tom)

"You don't have to apologize."

"It's all me. It's always my fault. I'm the one who always has to take the blame for things like this."

"Maybe they're making up."

Up or out?

GOD I JUST SAID I WAS GLAD THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

"For some reason, Golden is whispering in my hear and urging me to kiss the boy."

"Maybe I was wrong to think badly of these young-ins."

"Except Fiore. She's just as bad as I thought."

"What happened to the sky?"

"It's covered in grapes and strawberries, and idk why that is-also why is part of the forest blocked off? Why can't we get out?" (Fiore)

"Fiore I don't think you're supposed to be playing those games." (Alec)

I still headcanon Fiore is a Mortal Combat fangirl.

"Alright gang, grab every weapon in this place you can find and start SMASHING!!!"

"Fiore, I think I know what's happening."

"Don't freak out... but a bear is gonna pop out in a minute and force us to kill each other."

"It's the only explanation. Don't tell anyone."

"Uh, we are right here and in hearing range."

"Did you hear that?!"

"Sounded like gunshots!"

"Don't worry guys! It's just Tom killing a man! It's fine!" (Ellie)

"I KISSSED A SERIAL KILLER?!?!" (Jake)

XD

"I don't care if he's a serial killer! HE'S MY LOVE! WE'RE LETTING HIM IN. WHAT'S THE WORSE THAT COULD HAPPEN?!"

"What's going on?!"

"Ellie why do you have ketchup splashed all over your face?"

"They looked like people, but they're not!"

"I would never kill a man! I swear!!" (Tom)

"What if it was a woman?" (Ellie)

"...shit!!" (Tom)

"I think we... have to... cut off your arm."

NO I WAS JUST JOKING, YOU'RE ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT?!?!?!?!?

"GOLDEN IS OUR OVERLORD AND SHE TOLD ME TO SAVE YOU BY CUTTING OFF YOUR ARM!!!"

"Wow Miriam, how'd you learn to do that?"

"Back in my day, I was secretly a serial killer!"

"Tom! Are you okay?"

"No worries. I got a body count in the double digits now. Cool, huh?"

"You want to ask if I think they're alive? Well I got bad news."

"They're in Mexico right now."

NO GODDAMMIT

FIORE WHYYYYYYYY

“Hey guys! I got another trick I wanna show you. It’s called: ‘BURY YOUR GAYS’”

A six year old is celebrating among her victims.

"WHOO HOOO!!! I KILLED EVERYBODY!!!!"

WHY IS TOM IN THE FAMILY GUY POSE?!?!?!?!?

"See that's my secret Golden. My mask protects me from getting killed, so I'm just faking my death."

"...oh wait I'm not wearing my mask anymore. SHIT-"

"Oh my gosh, my arm! I have my arm!"

"Oh my gosh, I've been in a coma for a MONTH! Cause I died on the first day!"

"I'm just glad I have both my arms again."

Ellie's just done.

"Yeah TOM! Don't cut a woman's arm off! I'M VOTING YOU TONIGHT."

"You'll be distorted for a few more hours, adjusting back to our time, getting back to your body, all that kind of stuff."

"And you'll probably need YEARS of therapy."

(I did impressions A LOT this episode...)

Continued On Part 6 >>

[nutria--oscura]

Atonement- Anointment- an ointment? Atonyment (tony peperoni?)

~s2 ep 44 spoilers below~

ron and beth business idea? ron and beth business idea

"in fact, the only hard part my be finding someone to share it with" "oh" "..." "..." "ron... what are we?" "I dont know beth... i dont know."

"about 4 teens that got married" "4 teens?" im just gonna pretent anthony is saying it like that cause of hermie and dood

TAYLOR IS A ROGUEEE FREDDIE WENT ROGUEEE

honestly, taylor as a barbarian would have been funny

goofy minmax? fuck yea

NORMAL AND LINK IN THE INTRO (sorry i loved when will and matt did that with henry and darryl)

PIANOOOO

stimming so hard cause of will

... i take it back- normal i love you but what the f-

time to update your normal designs yall

"scary doesn't run errands. she walks them... bitch"

OH YEAH- THE MEMORY--

what the fuck-

"hes[darryl] like a real zaddy" "no hes a daddy, you gotta be realistic here"

so the teens cant go to heaven, cant go to hell, where they gonna go when they die-

HERMIEEEEEEE

scary gets taken "no! my scene partner!" hermie gets taken "no! my future life partner!"

anthonys exhasparated "okay" when beth said scarys gonna look like a meatball is honestly a constant mood-

PIANO

now being a ranger is useful- bhahah

"you know its not gonna be the time out room and its not gonna be good"

"no pwobwem fowwow meee"

"i wanna see if there's anyone who isn't supposed to be in heaven so i can tattle on them" "i feel like tattling as an act immediately drops you into hell" "they love tattling in hell though" "wasn't the bibles most famous snitch, like, kinda vilified for that?" "who?" "judas dude?" "judas my man. my man judas" "wait well, judas wasn't a snitch per se" "yea he was just bad" "he was a betrayer" "he was a betrayer" "he was a business man" "he snitched-" "30 pieces of silver in that economy can go a long way" "no no no no, they're-they're right Freddie. what did he snitch? like 'hey, that's Jesus' like they knew-" "YEA" "like they knew who Jesus was" "do you think the last supper was Jesus being like 'guys alright don't tell anybody don't tell anybody'" "'but we- we've gotta fucking move 10kilos of this, ok? just don't tell the authorities'" "'this is my body, let me see your body- you wearing a wire?'" "oh my god- like the last supper was like a table for 13 but then more people found out about it and they were like 'yea, i had a birthday party, the sweet 33 but you weren't invited' and Judas was like do not-" "'are you Roman? cause if you're Roman you have to tell me'"

yes, i did just sped 15 minutes to copy that section of the podcast on my first listen. yes, i do in fact now know it by heart

anthonys "yea" like "yea, no fucking shit" and then its a mens rights activist who podcasts about spaghetti who is in front of his setup eating spaghetti at the mic and only got into heaven cause he was an organ donor and all his organs saved the lives of great people who were from minorities that the guy did not like, each of which discovered the cure for a different type of cancer

im 23 mins in and ive been sat here listening for an HOUR

"taylor walks by and looks at him asianly"

"so you know how in a chirstmas story they have them say fudge so you don't have to hear the f-word?" "uh-huh" "yeaaa-" "uhhhhhhh-" "where are you going with this bro?" "careful my friend" "hes gonna say: *slowmode* 'oh darn, it's a pppppeeeeeeerrrrrrrsssoooonnnn' and hes going to say a slur, a horrible slur"

FREDDIE ON THE KITARRA

TONY

OH

I GET THE TITLE NOW

FVCKING NEW IT

new narc type - narc on someone to their conscience

THANK YOU ANTHONY FOR REMEMBERING HERMIE

AND DOOD

YES DOOD <3

"do you[normal] really want to give me positivity? or do you want me to say thank you so you feel good about yourself?" "get him get him get him"

HE WAS SO EXCITED FOR MARGHERITA TO BE THERE NO-

"im glad you got into heaven despite everything"

CHA👏RAC👏TER👏DE👏VE👏LOP👏MENT👏

LINCOLN-

JESUS LINCOLN- I MEAN YEAH BUT JESUS

SCARY MY BELOVED <3

ooooo, new item! potentially!

love taylor asking how lincoln is doing cause of his thing with authority when he himself wont process his shit-

normal needs to go feral <3 please <3

HAH- I SHALL RETURN- YOU CANT STOP M-

[xxx-calibur]

"Ooooh a maso-slut, huh? Well luckily I'm here to satisfy you!" BB is here! And oh no, she's gone and tied Carata up. And oh no, she's also shoving a thick cock right up that druid's ass! Giving smacks to that rear, squeezing her tits, and of course, a camera was in her hand. "Smile for Master, Carata! I'm gonna make sure they get to see aaaaall your lewd, slutty reactions~! Let's try going for at least five hours!"

It all happened so fast, so quickly that by the time she was able to process it all BB's thick dick was already buried in her ass and sending a massive jolt of pleasure straight to her brain. Tied up, sodomized and groped like this, well Carata just didn't stand a chance. It was a perfect instant loss for her.

With each thrust of that moon cancer cock what little resistance she had been initially putting up melted away as she sunk into a state of pure bliss only a submissive masochist like her could properly enjoy. It felt so good having that thick thing spread her petite cheeks, gape her hole and rearrange her guts with every sheathing of it inside her. She didn't even know who BB was and honestly she didn't care. All she knew was that she felt so good and with that camera pointing right at her she was on perfect display.

So she did what any good girl would do in her situation. She'd give her best smile through her teary eyed ahego just for her master. "Sh..shorry master... miss BBs dick... I lost..~ p-please watch your Caster- ahnnnh...! Take BBs big, wonderful dick.. and mesh me up like you couldnt..~"

[nerdydaydreamer]

Hold Me In Your Arms - Part One

Word count: 2613

Description: After a not so pleasant run in with your abusive ex-boyfriend, Klaus checks up on you and heals the damage. The next day, feelings are exposed.

Masterlist

Part Two

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Part One

"Thanks, Matt," I say after paying the bill.

It's been a long day, what with school, homework, and tidying up the house. After all, my absentee father isn't there to help out. My mom died a few years ago from lung cancer and my father might as well have died too. I barely ever see him anymore, he just sends me money and pays the bills. He doesn't even live in the same house, wanting to be closer to Duke University where he works as a Professor.

I just wanted to come to the Grill to eat a late dinner and relax a bit. I should have known I wouldn't get my wish. Just after paying for my food, I saw Darren, my ex-boyfriend, walk in with a group of his friends. 'Oh shit,' I thought, 'I don't want to deal with him right now.'

I try to sneak out through the back door, hoping that Darren wouldn't notice me. Unfortunately, he did. He turned to his buddies and said he'll be back in a few minutes. He followed Y/N out through the same door with a cruel look in his eyes.

No one noticed Kol sitting in a dark corner of the bar observing what was happening. He quirked his eyebrow watching the man follow Y/N out of the Grill. He took his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Klaus about what he saw, knowing his brother has a soft spot for the girl.

~o~

I take quick steps to my car, hoping the slight panic I'm feeling doesn't show. I just reached the car door when I hear the sound of heavy footsteps on the pavement behind me. The next thing I know, my left arm is grabbed and I'm roughly turned and slammed against the side of my car. I feel both my arms locked to my side in a crushing grip and a body pressed into mine, holding me firm. I have nowhere to go.

"Well well well. I haven't seen you in a while, Y/N. It's almost like you're avoiding me. You wouldn't happen to be avoiding me, now would you Y/N?" Darren asks in a taunting voice.

I turn my head to the side, trying to get away from his hot breath in my face. I can smell the traces of beer around him, on his clothes, and more strongly when he speaks. 'It seems like he hasn't changed a bit. Not that surprising really,' I think.

"Let me go, Darren," I say with more strength than I feel.

"I don't think so. See, you and I are gonna have a little chat," Darren says. "I heard from my friends that you have been getting around quite a bit. You're getting friendly with a lot of people, huh?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" The confusion was evident in my voice.

"What? You break it off with me just to go slutting it around with everyone who would even look your way!? I didn't know you were such a whore." His hands tighten painfully around my upper arms, and I know I will have bruises there later.

'This asshole!' I think. "I don't know what your friends have been telling you, but I haven't been sleeping around with anybody! And what do you care? You're the one who cheated on me in the first place!?"

Rage overtakes his face and suddenly my head is whipped to the right. After the initial shock wears off, a deep burn overtakes my left cheek and I can taste iron. 'That bastard just slapped me!' I slowly turn my head to face him again. His face is flushed with anger and his breathing hard. 'Yup, he definitely hasn't changed a bit.'

Feeling daring and knowing that I'll probably regret it later, I spit in his face. It hits his cheek and is slightly pink with blood from my split lip. He wipes it off, then runs his hand over his jean-clad thigh in disgust. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispers.

His right hand clenches into a fist and swings wide, hitting my left cheek. The force knocks me to the ground and my vision blacks out for a second. Then the air gets blasted from my lungs as he kicks my ribs. I don't notice him leave, or the faint music from inside the Grill as he opens the door to rejoin his buddies. All I can think about is trying to breathe. After what feels like hours, although probably only a few minutes, I can feel the air entering my lungs at a steady but shallow pace. 'Shit! I hope nothing is broken.'

With slow movements, I roll off my side and onto my hands and knees. Using the car door handle, I stand up, then lean against the car for support. Taking another few deep breaths, or as deep as I can take, I unlock my car and get inside. I don't dare look at my face in the rear-view mirror. I just start the ignition and drive home.

~o~

I walk in through my front door and turn on the hall light, avoiding the mirror that hangs on the wall to my right. After relocking the door, I kick off my shoes and slowly take off my jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch as I make my way to the stairs. Once in my bedroom, I turn on the bedside lamp, giving the room a soft glow. I pick out some pajamas, place my probably dead phone on top of my dresser, and enter my ensuite bathroom. Turning on the light, I wince slightly at how bright it is. I turn the shower knob and let the water heat up as I undress, throwing the dirty clothes into the hamper. I step under the spray and let the hot water slowly relax my muscles. After a couple of minutes, I wash my hair and body, being careful of my side.

Stepping out of the shower, I gently wrap a towel around me and use another one for my long hair. I brush my teeth and change into the soft black pajama pants and black tank top I brought in with me. I take my hair out of the towel and run a brush through it to get rid of any tangles. Once it is flowing down my back, slightly damp and tangle-free, I look into the mirror.

"Fuck."

My left cheekbone is deeply bruised, my bottom lip is split and swollen, and two distinct handprints are visible on my arms. Gingerly, I lift my tank top on the right side until I can see the skin just underneath my breast. "Shit!" I say aloud. The entire right side of my ribs is spotted in multiple shades of purple and green. I gently touch the area of my ribs and while it hurts, there are no sharp pains. 'Okay, nothing's broken.'

I lower my shirt and turn off the light and walk back into my bedroom. I jump slightly when I see Klaus sitting on the end of my bed, waiting for me with his head down, looking at the phone in his hands.

"Klaus," I whisper, then walk over to the dresser, adjusting my hair so it covers my face. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't been answering my calls. Call me worried," Klaus says.

I check my phone that I left on my dresser. The screen stayed black. "Sorry, my phone was dead."

I didn't hear him move but I felt the heat of his body on my back. "I got a text from Kol earlier when he was at the Grill. He said you ran out pretty quick. What happened?"

"Nothing you should be worried about Klaus," I say softly, keeping my head down.

Klaus replies gently, "Then why won't you look at me?"

I sigh internally. 'No way to hide it now.' I turn around until I am facing him but I don't lift my head. I knew it wouldn't work, but I wanted to hide the shame for as long as I could. I feel his fingers underneath my chin before he tilts my head upwards. Even in the low light of the room, Klaus would be able to clearly see the bruises that Darren gave me. He turns my head slightly to the right to inspect my cheek.

"Who did this?" Klaus growls out.

"Darren," I say softly, "My ex."

Klaus turns my head so that I am facing him. He looks me in the eye and asks, "Is this the first time he's hit you?"

I don't answer, I just lower my eyes, but that was enough of an answer for him. Klaus growls low in his chest and grips the edge of the dresser behind me, one hand on each side, caging me in. Unfortunately, as I move my chest back to put at least some space between us, I brush my right side against his arm and flinch. It was small, but no doubt Klaus saw it with how close he was.

"Y/N," Klaus begins in a low voice, "Did he do anything else?"

Then, in the same manner as I did in the bathroom, I lift my tank top to show him the bruises. Klaus takes half a step back so that he could see, and once he did he turns around abruptly, walks away from me, and clenches his fists. His shoulders rise and lower like he is taking several deep breaths to calm himself. I can hear a deep rumbling noise and realize that it's Klaus, he's growling in anger.

I let my shirt fall and cross my arms lightly over my stomach, an all too familiar way of trying to hide. "It's fine Klaus, it'll heal," I mumble.

Hearing those words, Klaus is shocked out of whatever torture his imagination was cooking up for Darren, for hurting someone so sweet and kind as Y/N. "Yes, they will." Klaus closes the distance between us and lifts his wrist to his mouth. He bites it and turns it to me and says, "Drink."

I stare at him for a couple of seconds, not believing that Klaus is actually offering his blood to someone. "It'll heal you," he adds on in a soft voice.

I gently take ahold of his wrist with both of my hands and bring it to my mouth. Sealing my lips around the bite mark, I take a tentative sip of his blood. I expected it to taste like normal blood, metallic and coppery. But Klaus' blood tasted like cherries, dark chocolate, and spice. It was heady. I start to take long pulls, enjoying the flavours on my tongue, not noticing that I was letting out several low moans of appreciation. I feel the ache in my side disappearing, along with the pain I felt in my lip. I swallow one last time and let go of Klaus's wrist.

I touch my bottom lip with my finger and I feel no pain, and the swelling is gone. With a sudden burst of happiness, I wrap my arms around Klaus' neck and hug him tightly. I bury my head into his neck and whisper, "Thank you."

Klaus tenses up for a second, then slowly wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes gently. "You're welcome, Y/N."

I hug him for several long moments, just breathing in the scent that is Klaus. I can smell the forest after it rains, bourbon, musk, and the same spice I could taste in his blood. Then a curious thought pops into my head. I lean back a little keeping my hands behind his neck. "Can I see your hybrid face?" I ask in a low voice. "Please?"

Klaus stills for a moment and then I can see the changes on his face. The sclera turns black, the gold in his iris' glow brightly and the black veins protrude beneath his eyes. It's the most incredible thing I've ever seen. I move both of my hands to the sides of his face and gently run my fingers over the veins. "You're so beautiful," I say so quietly that if it wasn't for his sensitive hearing, he wouldn't have heard me.

I tilt my head to the left. "Here," I say quietly. "You must be hungry."

Klaus looks at me in confusion. "You don't have to-"

"I want to," I say.

Klaus took a long look into my eyes as if to assure himself, then gave me a small nod. He kept his left hand around my waist but moved his right up behind my neck and into my hair. He grips lightly and tips my head farther to the left. He lowers his head until I can feel his breath just below my ear. He takes a deep breath in and I swear I hear a deep rumble between a growl and a purr. The feel of his lips sends shivers down my spine, as he trails along until he gets to the junction where my neck meets my shoulder. He kisses the spot gently and I relax against him fully.

I gasped when I felt him bite into my skin. But after the initial pinch, there was no pain, and as Klaus continued to drink, the more amazing it felt. My hands found purchase on his waist and I felt myself grip his shirt. Klaus held me almost impossibly close with his left arm now wrapped around the small of my back. His right hand now firmly gripping my hair and sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

'I can't believe how good this feels. This can't be how it normally feels when a vampire drinks your blood. It must be Klaus. But why does it feel so incredible with him?' With all these thoughts swirling around my head, I didn't realize that I let out several long moans of pleasure, but Klaus did. He heard every single one and was enjoying how he made you feel. He wanted you to feel good, 'that's what you deserve,' he thought.

Having no idea of how much time has passed, Klaus let go of my neck. I could feel him gently licking the wounds, lapping up whatever blood escaped as they healed, thanks to Klaus' blood still running through my system. He placed another kiss on the area before he leaned back and looked at me. I gave him a soft smile before I placed my forehead on his chest. I loosened my grip on his shirt and almost sank into him.

Klaus smiles down at me, "You okay sweetheart?"

"Mmhmm," I mumble.

His smile becomes more affectionate. "Tired?" He asks.

All I can do is nod against him, too drowsy and in a bliss-like state to do anything else.

Klaus holds you away from him before reaching down and picking you up bridal style. He walks over to your bed and places you down with a tenderness he didn't know he had. He places the covers over you and he hears your heartbeat has slowed and your breathing is shallow and steady, showing you are already asleep. He places a kiss on your temple and as he rises, he sees a small smile on your lips.

'If only she knew,' he thought as he turned off the light and quietly left her house.

~~~~~

Thank you so much for reading!

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED

Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.

Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.

damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool

from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man

OH SNAP

we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might

lol Muscular

you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah

so Deku is just standing there silently

typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave

okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward

so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”

“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing

okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick

okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit

lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories

anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all

which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao

anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk

so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK

anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf

(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)

...huh

lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices

dlkdkljk

just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply

OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK

SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay

I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY

PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS

something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works

ffjkkl

more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this

this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain

OMG IS IT HIS ARMS

IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT

OHHHHHHH

IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME

I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything

also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level

so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty

okay, several things

pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too

really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME

where the fuck did all this rope come from

not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this

is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK

-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!

rope = blackwhip

jetpack = float

radio = danger sense

and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter

so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever

WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM

okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week

anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS

VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO

-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings

OOOOOHHHHH

you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao

anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure

“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking

OH MY GOD DEKU

are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting

you guys he’s really doing it omg

Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh

I MEAN

WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk

FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO

but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that

uh oh

why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader

oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??

okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol

AHHHHAHAHA YESS

WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS

WOOOOHOOOOOOOO

lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement

okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now

that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU

I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff

(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)

also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good

anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor

[anika-ann]

In the Spotlight (S.R)

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader    Word Count: 5050

Summary: The one where Tony pushes Steve into a photoshoot, rubbing his hands and smirking at such action being almost a practical joke; a great way to make Cap squirm for a good cause.

Well, the joke just might turn out to be on him.

Warnings: mention of child cancer patients and disabled kids, Tony being a bit of an ass, attempt at humour, some language

A/N: The idea is a courtesy from a wonderful person, chase-your-dreams-away who always saw Chris’ FILA 2015 photoshoot as Steve showing he actually can pose. Thank you, sweet! This one’s for you!

(gif not mine)

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“Ah, Cap! Just the guy I wanted to see!”

Tony’s voice reached Steve’s ears just as he entered the kitchen after his morning run and shower, his heart skipping a beat, his whole body instantly on alert; he wanted nothing but to spin on his heels and walk right back to where he came from.

It wasn’t that he dreaded to hear there was a mission; that would be fairly alright even if it meant that the world was once again a terrible place with horrible people who needed to be stopped in it. No, Steve’s fright was caused by something else entirely.

You see, living in the Avengers Tower meant spending extended periods of time in Tony Stark’s company. Spending extended periods of time in Tony’s company meant that one would learn how to recognize certain situations; Steve could easily tell when the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist had pulled an all-nighter in his lab, when he was in a long-term fight with Pepper, when he was annoyed, when he was delighted.

And this right here, the ‘Just the guy I wanted to see!’, that meant nothing good – certainly not for the guy in question. Tony seemed awfully excited, beaming in a manner that told Steve that his friend was about to revel in the discomfort he was about to cause to him.

God help him.

Steve forced himself to continue walking, a tight mile on his lips.

“Morning to you too, Tony. What’s the matter?”

The man behind the legendary Ironman suit blatantly wiggled a finger at Steve, smirking; a clear sign that he already had his coffee, possibly with two shots of espresso.

“Morning. Glad you asked. You’re free in the afternoon, right?—Yeah, I already checked the agenda you keep with Jarvis-“ Make that three shots of espresso. Also, incredibly RUDE. But guess that what one gets when living in a building ran by an artificial intelligence. “-so I set up an appointment like four weeks ago-“

Steve shook his head, raising his hand in attempt to stop the rapid fire of words coming out of Tony’s mouth.

“Tony, hold on a second-“

“What?” the billionaire snapped, frowning. He hated being interrupted.

“First of all, I don’t have to share all my plans with Jarvis-“

“But you do. Sorry to break it to you, but you have no social life to keep under wraps.” Ruder. “…or do you have a hot date today?”

Steve was so embarrassed and so frustrated with the man that he was tempted to say yes just because. To make a point. But from the two men in the room, he was the less petty one, so he told him the truth.

“Well, no-“

“See? No problem here-“

“Yes there is!” Steve protested, crossing his arms on his chest as anger started to build there. “I could have had plans! You need to consult things with me! It’s about principle!”

Tony eyed Steve, unimpressed, his right brow arched. “Really? Principle? We’re gonna go there? I don’t think so. Aren’t you curious what the appointment is about?”

Steve sighed exasperatedly, so not done with the conversation Tony so carelessly dismissed, but he in fact was curious, wanting to be prepared for whatever insanity the man came up with.

Tony planning stuff usually equalled Pepper planning stuff, or both of them together, except Pepper had a habit of asking first before confirming the plans and setting appointments. Also, plans by Pepper usually equalled PR. Steve wasn’t too fond of PR stuff, genuinely hating shaking hands with politicians with smiles as fake as their election slogans.

“What’s the appointment about, Tony?” Steve asked to humour his not-exactly-a-friend-at-the-moment.

Tony smirked once again, a hint of mischief flashing in his dark irises.

“Feeling pretty today, Rogers?”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up, his muscles tensing; that sounded even worse than he had imagined.

“Huh?”

“Cause you’re gonna promote a new sports collection. You better start posing in front of the mirror to get your head in the game,” he mocked lightly, just as Steve predicted, basking in the horror that overtook Steve’s very being along with utter disbelief.

“What? Why?”

Steve did not enjoy being photographed. It usually involved ‘striking a pose’ or whatever the kids called it these days and once again, strained insincere smiles. Yeah, he was more than alright to take a picture with a fan if they were a kid who looked up to him. But other than that? Ugh.

“Come on! Lighten up, Rogers! It’s for charity!” Tony called out, stepping closer to pat Steve’s bicep. “Uh-huh, firm, good.”

Please let me leave, Steve begged the heavens, unsure if Tony was actually fawning over his muscles – serum-induced and supported by hard work, thank you very much – or if he was mocking Steve again.

“But seriously, it’s for charity that deals with enabling the disabled kids to do sports, any kind that’s possible with their impairment really. From some sort of a football to marathons or archery or whatever. It’s for a good thing.”

Steve felt the tension in his shoulders partly subdue, relaxing a bit. For one, that did sound like a good cause and for two, there was a barely noticeable change in Tony’s voice, just a little waver in his tone, giving away that for all the smirking and nudging and shit-talking, the genius cared for people and had a heart. Having a heart - Tony Stark’s most heavily guarded secret.

Steve sighed, his previously lost appetite returning.

“Alright, Tony. Where, when and what do I need to do?”

The other man patted his bicep again, this time in a truly friendly manner and grinned. “I’ll let Jarvis give you the details. You just try not to screw it up. Seriously, train how to smile in front of a mirror or something. Some poses, whatever. The photographer looks pretty good – not just professionally, if you know what I mean-“

Steve couldn’t help the eyeroll at the remark, one that was followed by Tony’s scandalized insulted gasp as he slowly made his leave, gesturing.

“-so I guess you don’t have to worry… much. Not sure if there will be trunks involved. Or a speedo. So, you know, keep it in your pants and don’t look anywhere I wouldn’t… which isn’t leaving much-“

“Bye, Tony,” Steve called after him, resisting the urge to childishly cover his ears just so he wouldn’t have to listen to the dirty teasing.

“What, it’s a valid concern we don’t want a lawsuit form her--“

“Go before I rattle you out to Pepper,” Steve grunted and at that, the genius grimaced and swiftly disappeared in the doorway.

Steve once again sighed and decided that he might need a bit more carbs in his breakfast than originally planned just so he survived today.

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You weren’t kidding anyone – you were a teeny tiny bit nervous. Your career had been rather colourful, you dipped your fingers in many kinds of photography and you still enjoyed the diversity, the various pictures of beauty – and there was a lot of beauty in the world to be captured – still calling out to you.

You had met famous people before too and you always managed… but Captain America was a whole new level of a challenge. You were feeling equal parts worried and damn lucky for being picked for the job; a job you wouldn’t get a penny for. Shooting a thing like this for charity with a name as great as Steve Rogers, that wasn’t about money – not quick one at least. It was about prestige.  

On the other hand, you would get almost any props you’d think of, within reason, of course – just saying a word was enough. And you had a few, images already painted in your head as you read on Steven Grant Rogers a bit more, got a good look on pictures online, and obviously, saw the collection.

Thinking about it, maybe it was him who should be scared, because excitement was the leading emotion of yours for while now.

You saw him arrive, the chatter about it instantly spreading like fire. And honestly? He did look a bit spooked, so you took the liberty to knock on the room he was provided with, the stylists already in.

“Come in!” sounded from the inside and you took a deep breath, poking your head in – and deciding that entering fully was more polite since you were about to introduce yourself.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted him, only a showing a smidge of nerves on the outside, you hoped.

As you offered your name, the blond man – built like a tank, a very handsome tank, with the sweetest inviting smile and bright eyes – rose from his seat immediately, holding out a hand to shake, introducing himself as well as if it was necessary. It was a nice sentiment, however.

“Please, call me Steve. Something tells me that formalities would only get in the way,” he said with a slight curve to his lips and you felt yourself relax right away. He’d be excellent to work with. Now you really couldn’t wait.

“Then you must call me by my name too. Thank you for suggesting it,” you accepted delightfully, eyeing the pair of stylists you had met before on similar projects; this kind of business was all about knowing the right people. You nodded at them, grinning. “Now, Steve, I have a very important mission for you.”

The captain’s eyebrows jumped at your wording – and at your teasing. You scolded yourself lightly for your choice of words, unwittingly nudging him towards the wrong headspace. You didn’t need a soldier now, quite the opposite.

“Oh?”

“I need you to tell these two lovely people what amount of make-up and what hairstyle you’re comfortable with,” you explained, earning a slightly confused tilt of Steve’s head. “Sure, I have a certain visual in my head, I’m sure they have too.” You exchanged a knowing look with them. “But most of all I need you to feel good.  If you’re pressured into something you hate, we can’t work any magic there.”

Steve nodded in understanding, stiffly, and you had a hunch that he might have been pressured into this whole thing.

“But please don’t leave on us now,” you added quickly and he huffed a short laugh, bittersweet, letting you know that you were correct in your assumption.

“I won’t leave. But thank you for the tip.”

Gosh, he was so polite and had a subtle air of greatness around him (also known as BD energy these days), you could bask in his presence forever – but you had to work.

“All in days’ work. I’ll see you.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Your heart skipped an excited beat when a twinkle appeared in his brilliant blue irises and you were done for.

You really hoped your hands wouldn’t shake; you’d hate for the pictures to be blurry.

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Once you were in your own kingdom of wonders, all nerves vanished, only child-like giddiness remaining. However, same couldn’t be said about Steve; he entered the space, fidgeting – not too obviously, but visibly enough – eyes flickering all over the room as if he just arrived to a Wonderland indeed.

If you were being honest, such a hunk of a man appearing so endearingly lost… he was kinda adorable.

You felt the corners of your lips automatically rise at your silly thoughts and at the image of him. Besides adorable, he sure looked hot in the white jacket. Who knew sportwear could look so alluring?

“Looking good here, Steve,” you called out as he approached and upon meeting your eyes, he attempted a smile too – little too apprehensive on the edges for you to believe it was honesty and not sheer professional courtesy. “Clothes feel good?”

You could see his expression melt into pure puzzlement at such question, clearly not having expected it.

“Oh… uhm, yes. Thank you.”

“I meant what I said. I need you to be comfortable, Steve,” you reminded him softly, earning a rather frantic nod.

“I… am.”

You could practically hear the unspoken ‘sort of’. Well, it was a work in progress.

“Little steps. Alright, so… I’m gonna be talking a lot. Cut me off whenever I’ll be getting on your nerves too much, okay? We’ll start with this set-up, with this background, obviously. I need to you to just walk to the centre- good, now turn your head to the left—a bit more… perfect.” Not.

Uh-huh. Probably his first time; you should have figured, though a heads-up would be nice. You should have asked dammit. You chewed on your lower lip, gears in your head spinning wildly as you tried to assess him.

Mm.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

His head snapped back to you in surprise and you couldn’t but chuckle, mock-frowning at him. He realized his mistake and quickly looked away, returning to the pose you had attempted to set him into before – his beautiful profile now dusted with pink.

“The colour?” you encouraged him and started taking photos even if you knew you wouldn’t use them, not with his shoulders so stiff and his expression slightly twisted in confusion still – even if he apparently tried to look natural.

“Uhm, blue.”

His face relaxed a fraction and you smiled to yourself.

“More sky-blue or royal blue or something entirely else?” you continued, not at all surprised when a second later you learned that it was sky-blue.

You thought it might be because of his eyes and you wondered; perhaps his eyes were the only thing that hadn’t changed during the serum transformation. His eyes were last straw to grasp at when his whole body suddenly didn’t feel like his.

Or maybe he was moonlighting as an artist, appreciating all kinds of beauty like you did and knew his stuff.

Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen colour so well before his transformation and fell in love with the particular shade upon seeing the sky.

“Mm… ever had the time to appreciate the sight of the ocean? Breath-taking blue on the surface, matching the sky, reflecting the sunrays so sharp that it would make one squint—but you don’t, you can’t. Because damn, it’s so beautiful and you can feel the breeze in your hair, almost flowing between your fingers and you just have to keep your eyes open to commit to memory what it looks like, how it feels, the sand between your toes, the sun warm on your skin…”

You babbled on, your heart fluttering at how damn magnificent Steve looked now, gradually relaxing his posture, his eyes softening, the corners of his mouth subtly raised in a smile, not an artificial one, just a soft curve to his lips as he lost himself in a pleasant memory – or a daydream. You had to remind yourself to press the shutter release; it would be too easy to simply watch the man in front of you coming out of his shell, releasing his light and grace for everyone to see.

“Absolutely wonderful, Steve, thank you. Shall we move on?” you praised him softly and his absurdly long lashes fluttered as if he indeed woke up from a dream. He appeared to be a little lost again, but the smile remained on his lips.

“Of course. Where do you want me, ma’am-- I mean-“

“Oh hush!” you interrupted him rudely with a grin. He was too precious for words, resembling a puppy, all soft and loveable and  yet he was somehow so respectable; you’d have to watch yourself just so you wouldn’t fall in love with him in the short time you were given together. “No ma’am, we’ve been over this. Now…”

You instructed him to walk to the wall of a ‘beach house’, half of the background imitating the very beach you had described; you offered him a different jacket and a cap to hold in his hands, the item serving more than one purpose; one was the campaign, the other was to give him something to do with his hands.

For this picture, you had him looking at you, which made you fidget self-consciously for a change; this time, the story you came up with was to put both of you at ease.

At this point, Steve was an open book to you – or, well, open enough. You had done your reading on him a bit, sure, but now you truly started to see his personality – one of your favourite parts of doing photography coming into play.

“Alright. Posture is great. Now, do you often meet kids?”

Steve wasn’t as surprised at the question anymore, replying calmly, but almost without a thought.

“Yeah. We, uh, we sometimes go to the hospitals to make the patients’ day a bit better? It’s such a small thing to do, I know, for an oncological kid, but they are always delighted. And they are so brave, I feel like a—well, like a sucker compared to them.”

“Weren’t you sickly as a kid?” you questioned lowly and Steve’s gaze dropped as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his expression falling.

“Done your reading, huh?”

“The wonders of 21st century and our educational system. But I’m just bringing it up to make a point. I think that you can see them and that’s why they like you visiting so much. Something tells me that you can truly feel what they feel and they sense it – kids can be ridiculously intuitive. Maybe you share, I don’t know of course, but I think that somehow they just know and they see a fellow warrior who beat all the illnesses too. And they look up to you, because you give them hope. And not just sick kids. I bet you met a few kids claiming you’re their favourite superhero just because you have a frisbee.”

He chuckled at that and nodded, but you could see that what you had said before the funny bit touched him and it had been that part that had the desired effect – to pull him back where you wanted him, relaxed and positive.

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“You’re not everyone’s hero for nothing, Steve, you’ve done some pretty heroic stuff to begin with. But I think it’s what behind the shield that some people find even more inspiring. Be proud of that too.”

The perfect shot was taken and you couldn’t but recall the quote I once saw a man so beautiful I started crying, because yeah, you could weep now. You quickly stood up and took few more pictures, because it was too good of an opportunity to pass up on.

“And look at you, turning into a model so easily when it comes to helping people, again,” you teased him lightly while being nothing but honest.

As at ease as he appeared now, you’d think he was doing this on a regular basis. As if you hadn’t been trying to coax out his true self out for everyone to see in a simple photo just a few minutes ago.

His hands found their way into the pockets of temporarily his jacket, gaze falling to the floor before his eyes locked onto yours, grateful and gentle.

“I’m pretty sure that’s all you. Thank you for being so patient with me. I thought this would remind me of the old days when I-” He hesitated, blue eyes lightly misted with doubt, so you beckoned for him to continue to speak freely. You’d got into some pretty deep stuff yourself just a moment ago after all. “-when I was a lab experiment to show off.”

You nodded in understanding, even if you couldn’t imagine what was it like; then again, in your early days, you had met enough parents who came to your atelier to show off their trophy children, so this wasn’t exactly a foreign concept.  

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m sure that however you hated doing it, you were giving people hope back then too. And it’s not right to reduce person to a symbol, but symbols were and are important. As long as there are people who are able to see beyond the simplification, then I think it’s worth it. Then again, I never was anyone’s dancing monkey, so…” you shrugged, internally cringing at being such a blabbermouth, afraid that you came too far, put Steve off and that he would withdraw back to his shell.

But he didn’t. He gifted you a brilliant smile, one reaching his eyes.

“And all this?” you hummed, vaguely gesturing around, hoping he’d catch on. “I’m glad if you like the way I work, but the pictures? That’s not me, Steve, that’s you. And all I hope for is to show people a little bit more of you, throwing away the shield and letting them see that Steve Rogers is just as radiant.”

The intensity of his gaze now was enough to make your heart stop beating, his expression suddenly unreadable and you quickly covered your mouth, an apology already spilling from your lips.

“I’m so sorry if this made you uncomfortable and I turned into one of the fawning fangirls, that wasn’t my intention. You have to stop me when I get too much-“

“You’re didn’t and you don’t,” he smiled kindly and shook his head, appearing genuine. “I just never met anyone like you. And I mean that in the good way, just to be clear.”

You felt your face burn; because of your TMI talk and his compliment.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered out, causing his smile to turn radiant indeed.

He kept watching you, silent, eyes roaming your face, irises blue and intense—when had he got so close? Or did you walk to him? He was positively prettier upon closer inspection, all sharp edges to his jaw, lips calling out with how damn soft they would be, not to even mention his hair, and oh, was that a drop of green in his eyes? Oh wow, you could drown in that single drop, surrounded by the most enticing shade of blue and--- you closed your eyes and cleared your throat, trying your best to ignore the tingle in your fingertips and in your gut, pleasant warmth in your core-

“We, uhm, we should probably go back to work,” you whispered, licking your lips as you once again glanced at his and you swiftly spun on your heels, desperately trying to remember what shots you wanted to take next and if it was time for him to change already- oh god, you couldn’t possibly handle the thought of him losing clothes…

His expression dimmed a fraction, an epitome of slipping back into politeness. “Of course. Tell me how you need me… ma’am,” he teased, subtle quirk to his lips and you felt your cheeks burn hotter— but your breathing got easier as he was letting you know that you were still alright.

You had a half-mind to call him a soldier in the same manner, but you didn’t want him to slip into that persona.

“Oh, you have no idea what you signed up for, Steven.”

He chuckled, but followed you as you walked to the next scenery.

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“What the hell, Rogers?!”

Tony’s voice reached Steve’s ears just as he entered the kitchen after his morning run and shower, his heart skipping a beat, his whole body instantly on alert; he wanted nothing but to spin on his heels and walk right back to where he came from.

Why?

You see, living in the Avengers Tower meant spending extended periods of time in Tony Stark’s company. Spending extended periods of time in Tony’s company meant that one would learn how to recognize certain situations; Steve could easily tell when the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist had pulled an all-nighter in his lab, when he was in a long-term fight with Pepper, when he was annoyed, when he was delighted.

And this right here, the ‘What the hell, Rogers?’, that meant nothing good – certainly not for the guy in question. Tony seemed awfully exasperated and perplexed at some of Steve’s past actions probably, and that usually meant a lot of uncomfortable questions coming his way.

God help him.

Yet, he sighed and walked in, preferring to face his fate right away and go about his day as soon as possible.

“What did I do?”

“Jarvis, if you could, please,” Tony requested with a solemn expression, one of his thin holographic devices lighting up on the counter and instantly projecting several floating images as Steve walked closer.

Steve’s lips parted in surprise, shocked ‘oh’ escaping them as his heart was sent into frenzy.

Twenty images in total, photos of a blond man of Steve’s own body-built, clad in sportswear posing in every single one of them. His face was familiar too and yet somehow foreign; surely these couldn’t be real. There was no way Steve looked so confident and almost proud in some pictures, but mainly, appearing so comfortable in his skin.

Steve’s mind raced as he tried to associate the model with his own person and yet—he couldn’t but feel rather satisfied. Because this was most definitely him. And the photos were… well, not bad at all. Simultaneously, while his chest puffed with pride he desperately attempted not to let go into his head, he remembered precisely how these photos came to existence and who should totally take the credit here.

“That’s all you gonna say?! Oh?” Tony demanded, gesturing around the holograms as if these were corpus delicti of a serious offence and Steve was once again reminded of what Tony Stark was not; a patient man.

Steve felt a smile creep onto his lips as he shrugged.

“Oh, he says. You’re asking me what did you do?! THIS! If I knew you were a damn runaway model, I would have expected less fun than I did when imaging seeing you squirm! Look at this! These are way too good!”

Steve couldn’t disagree, mildly amused at Tony’s antics. In fact, he really was ridiculously content with the results of something he had dreaded and couldn’t have even hoped to turn out like this.

“…is that a bad thing?” he couldn’t but mock, earning an exasperated huff… and a smirk.

“Well… not, I guess. My little black heart is just… disappointed.”

Ah, yes. The heavily guarded secret – Tony Stark did have a heart and contrary to popular opinion, it was not little or black.

“No, it’s not.”

“Hush!” Tony shushed him, a twinkle appearing in his eye, amusement mixing with satisfaction. “But seriously. What the hell? Since when do you… pose? Like this? Like… wow.”

“Careful there, Stark, you’ll make him blush,” Natasha hummed as she entered the communal kitchen, checking out the flowing pictures with interest and a curve to her lips. “These are pretty great. You did well, Rogers.”

And all of sudden, Steve couldn’t handle the praise anymore; it had been fun with Tony, but now when Natasha joined in, swiftly followed by a wolf-whistle from Sam at her heels…  it felt wrong to brag about this, it wasn’t fair – he wasn’t the one who deserved to be given the majority of the merit.

“It’s… it wasn’t me, really…“ he admitted sheepishly.

And it wasn’t. It was all you.

Looking at the photos, he could tell what you were talking about when you pressed the shutter release for every single one of them. Painting the vivid image of the ocean just with your words. Calling him a hero in a way no one ever had. Pleading him to be proud of what he had accomplished. Making him feel those things, causing him to gradually gain confidence, feeling good in his own skin even when being at the centre of attention, encouraging him to suggest a pose on his own. Hell, Steve might go as far as to say that he had been having fun.

But it was all you.

“Looks a lot like you, man,” Sam chuckled and Steve would have shot him an annoyed glare hadn’t he been so embarrassed and self-conscious to admit who was to blame for the pictures turning out so great.

Because… yeah, Steve wasn’t vain or tried not to be, but these were pretty swell. You were a magician, you had to be. And he had fallen straight into the trap of your charms.

“Har har… the photographer was amazing. She made me feel-” He didn’t even know how to describe it without making himself look like a complete fool… for you. “-great. She was really supportive the whole time, sometimes even making me forget she was taking shots.”

“Alert!” Tony cried out all of sudden, nearly causing Steve to jump out of his skin. “I sense romance! How’s Cap heart, Jarvis? Has the security been breached? Should we run some scans-”

“Shut up, Tony,” Steve huffed in irritation, attempting to hide how precisely the billionaire hit the nail on its head.

“Awww, now he is blushing,” Natasha teased and Steve felt the heat in his cheeks burn.

“Well, luckily for him, there was a business card along with the printed photos that arrived this morning.”

Steve’s head immediately snapped Tony’s direction, curious and excited. You left a business card? That was—it probably didn’t mean anything along the lines he wished, but still!

The billionaire held out the simple creamy-coloured item between two fingers, but quickly snatched it away when Steve reached for it. Steve shot him a murderous glare. Dammit man-child!

“Full story or you’re not getting any, pun intended.”

“Oh, go to hell, Stark-”

“Come on, Stark. We all know he has some work ethics unlike you. Let him start a thing before you interrogate him. Plus, if he’s got a phone number from a hot girl for the free work he did, good for him. Give him the card,” Natasha supported the poor blond and Tony rolled his eyes before shooting the Widow a look of betrayal. Sam just chuckled at their antics. Steve snatched the card before they could change their mind, while Natasha smiled behind her cup. “We expect a full report later though.”

She exchanged a high-five with Sam under the bar, but Steve was too busy examining the card and having his heart beating incredibly fast to feel exasperated at his childish friends.

As he flipped the card in his fingers, he felt a wide smile spread his lips at their own accord.

If you ever need another photoshoot or anything at all, don’t hesitate to call. xxx

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S.R. masterlist

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Thank you for reading :-*

Link to the inspiration post will be in reblog!

What can I say to my defence? I just really like making Steve happy, okay?

And yeah, the 2016 FILA is perfect too, but this fic is a result of a suggestion of a friend and babyface CE is more Steve, what can I say…

[hyuniepot]

enigma || qian kun

e·nig·ma • /iˈniɡmə/ • noun

a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.

pairing || kun x reader

genre || college au

word count || 2,715

warnings || mentions of alcohol and smoking

author’s note || tbh this started out as a longer fic but... something in me really wanted it to end when it did. but maybe there could be a part 2 someday idk idk (also apologies for repeating text again, tumblr is rlly out to get me)

You’re annoyed.

It’s cold. Your shoes are soaked from walking through puddles left behind from the rain showers earlier in the day. Your best friend, Hana — the one who begged you to come to this party — was talking your ear off. Usually, dealing with her chatterbox self was easy, but you weren’t in the mood to talk.

“I think I’m nervous,” she says. “I feel like if I stop talking I’m gonna start freaking out! I mean, how am I supposed to be calm going to a party like this?”

You furrow your brows. “Don’t you go to parties like this every weekend?” you question.

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you sigh. You spot a huge house coming into view with lights flashing from the inside and floods of people entering. “So, whose house is this?”

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you sigh. You spot a huge house coming into view with lights flashing from the inside and floods of people entering. “So, whose house is this?”

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you sigh. You spot a huge house coming into view with lights flashing from the inside and floods of people entering. “So, whose house is this?”

“Johnny’s,” Hana replies. “His parents own this place, but whenever they’re out of town, he uses it to throw the best parties at least once a year.”

“How cliche…” you mumble.

You finally enter the house alongside Hana. The loud music and all the smells immediately send you into sensory overload. Hana grabs onto your hand and leads you into the kitchen.

“Oh, hey!” A guy with brown hair greets Hana as soon as she walks in. “I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Johnny!” she grins. “Sorry for the wait, I took way longer getting ready than I wanted.”

“No problem, the party's just getting started! So I’m assuming this is the friend you were telling me about?” Johnny turns his attention to you. His gaze is intense.

Hana nods. “Yep, dragged them here with me. I just knew I had to, parties like this are always the best.”

Johnny nods, grinning slightly. His eyes are still burning into you. “She’s right. You’re gonna have a blast.”

You nod and smile just to be polite. Your eyes dart around the room trying to avoid Johnny’s. They’re like daggers. Hana grabs two drinks and before either of you have a chance to say anything, nods to a nearby doorway.

You follow her into the other room and take a seat next to her on an empty sofa. It doesn’t take long before she gets distracted again.

“Oh! Doyoung! Yuta!” she waves to two boys across the room. They both turn to her and smile before making their way over to where you were both sitting.

“Hey,” Doyoung says. You knew him pretty well, you had a class with him and a few mutual friends as well. “Didn’t know you guys would be here.”

You shrug. “Always expect the unexpected,” you joke, taking a red cup from Hana’s hand. You take a sip, cringing from the overwhelming taste of alcohol. You’re not sure why you expected it to taste good. But you had to tough it out and wait until you were buzzed enough to think the alcohol tastes good.

“You guys playing beer pong later?” Yuta asks, sitting down next to Doyoung. “I mean, we need a team we know we can beat,” he says, laughing.

Hana rolls her eyes. “Thanks for the invite, but no. We’re both terrible,” she says. “I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

Speak for yourself…

Out of the corner of your eye you see the front door fly open. A tall guy enters, both hands carrying cases of alcohol. Two other people are behind him; you only recognize one — Ten. He was known as “the hot exchange student from Thailand” for a few months before anyone you knew got the guts to talk to him just to find out he was a sweetheart. You had only talked to him a handful of times.

Everyone cheered as the person entered. You assumed it was Jaehyun since multiple people yelled his name. He beamed from all the cheering, dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks; he looked cute, there was no denying it.

Ten weaves his way around Jaehyun and makes his way to where you were sitting, the other boy following behind. Ten picks up a cup from the table. “God, finally I can drink. Jaehyun made me his designated driver as soon as I got here.”

“Is that your drink?” you ask. You were really hoping he didn’t just grab a random cup.

Ten takes a drink, shrugging. “Should be. Looks like it. I told Lucas to guard it but,” he sighs. “He’s nowhere to be seen. As usual. I should know better, asking Lucas to stay still at a party is impossible.”

He puts his arm around the boy standing behind him. “This is Sicheng, by the way. I think you know him, right Yuta?”

Yuta nods. “Yeah. We have a few classes together. Hey.”

Sicheng grins. “Hi, Yuta.”

Sicheng didn’t look like a party person. He looked like you; someone who was dragged to this party by their much more outgoing friend.

“Anyways. It was nice seeing you guys. We need to go find Lucas and Kun.” Ten says. And like that, Ten disappeared into a pool of people surrounding the area where you sat.

You didn’t know either of the people he listed; you were getting more and more used to that.

Jaehyun finally makes his way towards you, still carrying the cases of alcohol. He looks at Doyoung and Yuta and nods towards a group of people behind him. “Beer pong’s starting. Taeyong and Taeil want to take you guys on first.”

Doyoung downs the rest of his drink. “Got it. Let’s go win our first game of the night, Yuta!” They both get up and run out of the room.

“Hey, Jaehyun,” Hana smiles.

Jaehyun smirks. “Hey. It’s been awhile since I saw you last, how are you?” he asks.

“Oh, you know. The usual. Trying to survive my classes. This is my friend by the way, the one I was telling you about.”

They really must enjoy talking about me, huh?

You smile. “Hi.”

Jaehyun nods. “Nice meeting you finally. I’d give you a proper greeting, but,” he raises his arms. “Kinda busy.”

“Right!” Hana says. “Sorry for holding you up.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. I’m kinda stalling going back into the kitchen, Johnny’s an hour ahead of me. He’s on the road of getting shitfaced,” he chuckles. “I’ll see you guys later, maybe.” he walks away from you and Hana and into the kitchen.

“Okay, let’s go.” Hana stands up and grabs your hand, almost spilling your drink in the process.

“Where?” you ask, getting up from your seat. It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself from almost tripping and spilling your drink.

Hana drags you through a group of people. “To watch the beer pong game! I’ll bet you five dollars that Yuta and Doyoung will lose.”

Everything went as per usual.

You weren’t even surprised as you stumbled up the stairs and through an unfamiliar hallway, praying to find an empty room you could lay down in.

After the first beer pong match (which Yuta and Doyoung lost, so you owed Hana five bucks), you lost Hana, but you stayed with Doyoung and Yuta for a while. You drank too fast and it all hit you at once. You felt nauseous and your head was pounding from the loud music that had been blaring for hours.

You open the first door you see. You see two people in bed. You slam the door shut. “Sorry…” you apologize, squeezing your eyes shut.

You shake your head and continue your way down the hallway. One door is open. You poke your head in, looking around to make sure it was empty and that no one was in the bed. It was empty. You enter, turning on a lamp next to the bed and sitting down on it.

You close your eyes in an attempt to try and soothe your head, but it’s pointless. You were burning up. Were you running a fever?

There’s a balcony connected to the room. You make your way to it and open the doors, the cool air instantly hitting you. It feels amazing. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You smell something familiar in all of this unfamiliarity; Cigarette smoke. It’s unmistakable.

You open your eyes, nearly jumping out of your skin when you see a figure standing on the leftmost side of the balcony. “Shit!” you cry out.

The person just looks at you, cigarette in between their fingers. They blow a puff of smoke before turning their head.

You put your hand on your chest. “Sorry. You scared me.”

“Don’t worry.” they say, sighing.

You step onto the balcony and go to the right, sitting down on a chair. “Um… and sorry for… intruding on you, I guess. I just needed some air.” you say softly. You look towards them.

“It’s alright.” they reply. They turn their head towards you, taking another puff from his cigarette. “I’m Kun.”

The name was familiar. “Kun…” you repeat. “You know Ten, right?”

Kun nods, chuckling a bit. “Yeah. That asshole brought me here knowing I absolutely hate parties.” he sits at a chair identical to yours on his side of the balcony. “I’ve been up here the whole night. I took my chance to hide once he left.”

You grin. “Nice. I don’t blame you. I’m… not much of a partier myself.” you say.

Kun taps his cigarette, small ashes falling from it. He catches you still looking at him. “What? Want a smoke or something?”

You shake your head. “No, no thanks… I don’t smoke.” you tell him.

“Hm,” Kun shrugs and takes another puff. “What are you scared of?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Cancer.”

Kun scoffs. “I’m not talking about the cig. I don’t care that you don’t smoke. I’m asking you what you’re really scared of.”

“Oh,” you say. He actually wants to have a deep conversation within five minutes of meeting. That might be a record. “I don’t know…” you cross your arms. Now that you had cooled off, the air was no longer relieving. “What are you scared of?”

“There’s a reason I asked you,” Kun replies, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his shoe. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Oh, come on.” you laugh. “Everyone has a fear, tough guy.”

“Really? Then why won’t you tell me yours?” Kun asks.

You pause. “Because I can’t think straight,” you admit. “And… I have a lot of fears,” you add softly.

“Like what? Death? Bugs?” Kun leans back in his chair.

“I’m scared of death.” you admit. “I don’t really like needles either… or the dark.”

“You have pretty reasonable fears.” Kun replies. “A lot of people tell me they’re scared of those things.”

“But not you, right?” you joke.

Kun shakes his head. “No. I’m still trying to figure out what I’m scared of. I’m not scared of death. I’m a smoker for God’s sake. Needles are gross but I wouldn’t say I’m scared of them. And I have no problem with the dark.” he explains. “Are you scared of the dark or the things in it?”

You think. “I guess the things in it. It’s the unknown.”

“Is that why you got scared when you saw me?” he asks.

You hesitantly nod. “Yeah. That’s the shit I hate.”

It falls silent. “Do you wanna go home?” Kun asks.

You almost get whiplash from how fast he changed the subject. “Depends,” you reply. “Are you trying to get me to come home with you, or…”

Kun chuckles and shakes his head. “No. I’m being serious. I can walk you home, I was planning on leaving after that cigarette.”

“Oh,” you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. “I guess… I live on campus though.”

“I do too,” Kun says, standing up.

“You do?” you join him. “I’ve never seen you.”

“I have morning classes and I don’t do much besides homework in the afternoon so… I’m not out of my dorm a lot unless I’m in dire need of food. Maybe that’s why?” Kun steps back inside and you follow. He closes the balcony doors.

“Yeah,” you had afternoon classes and you had the same schedule as him when it came to after school activities. You had probably passed him without realizing it. “That sounds about right.”

You follow Kun out of the room and down the hallway towards the other side of the house — there was a way to the back door from another staircase. You and Kun were able to leave the house without anyone noticing. Hana would be pissed if she found out you decided to ditch, but you knew she’d be too drunk to get mad. That was for tomorrow.

“Do you know Johnny or Jaehyun?” Kun asks. The party atmosphere slowly fades away.

“Not really. Mutual friends,” you reply. “I came with my friend who knows them pretty well.”

“Ah,” Kun nods. “I’ve known Johnny for a few years now… but you know, every college kid wants to be friends with the party animal so… I don’t get surprised anymore when everyone I meet somehow knows him.”

You chuckle. “I had no idea about all these parties…” you tell him.

“Lucky you,” Kun pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one. “I’m always dragged to these things, I end up enjoying them but sometimes but other times, like tonight, I’m just not in the mood. I just wanna sleep.”

“Ditto.” you reply. “Those things are bad for you, you know.” you tell him, as if he hasn’t heard that phrase a million times before.

“Really?” Kun asks, exhaling. “I had no idea.”

The smell of the smoke makes your headache return. But at the end of the day, it’s his body; there’s no point in shaming someone’s addiction.

“Sorry,” Kun sighs. “I know it’s rude to smoke on your face.” he takes one finaly drag before dropping the cigarette and putting it out.

“It’s okay.” you reply. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad.” you didn’t know why, but you felt the need to apologize.

“Nah, don’t worry about that,” Kun laughs. “I’ve heard much worse from strangers. Ten is so dramatic about it I have to shower before I see him or he’ll tell me I smell because of the tobacco smell. I’m kinda used to it,”

You giggle. “Sounds exactly like Ten.” you say softly.

The walk back to campus was much shorter than the walk to Johnny’s — at least, it felt that way. Maybe because Kun wasn’t talking your ear off and making your blood boil at the same time.

“I’d love to chat more but, I think this is where we part ways.” Kun says, opening the doors. “I really gotta get to bed because I know Ten’s gonna call me in the morning and yell at me to come pick him up, so…”

You grin. “I’ll probably be in the same predicament,” you tell him.

He nods. “Goodnight.”

You return his nod and start to make your way back to your dorm, but something stops you. “Wait,” you turn to ask Kun if you could have his phone number or if you two could see each other again soon, but he was completely out of sight.

That is when you realized you didn’t want Kun to be a stranger.

[classicrocksex]

Angus Young - NSFW Something Different

You felt so guilty for what happened the night before. There wasn’t anything in particular that you did wrong but you felt bad because you knew you hurt Ang’s feelings. He knew you didn’t mean anything by it. Angus is a very sweet and sensual lover but sometimes you wished that he would be just a little bit rougher. It wasn’t that sex wasn’t amazing with him because it was, you just wanted to spice things up a bit. You’ve never brought it up to Angus not wanting to hurt his feelings, you know, if he got his feelings hurt by you not being in the mood you could only imagine how he would feel when you told him you wanted him to do something different. He knew every place to touch, kiss, suck, lick, everything, he truly was amazing. He knew your body almost better than you did and this is why you felt so bad.

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You had just stepped out of the bathroom from a long shower when Angus started kissing your lips sweetly and running his fingers through your wet hair. “You’re so beautiful angel.” You smiled against his lips. He moved his lips to your neck and gave wet feather-like kisses and this made your head fall back. One of his hands held the back of your head while the other held your hip. His lips trailed down to your collarbone and he lightly sucked. Just enough to feel it. You snapped out of the trance that he put you in by jerking and looking at him. “Are you okay, angel? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” He gave you the sweetest, most panicked look.

“No baby. Just not really feeling it.” You felt awful but it was true. You loved sex with him, you just wanted it different. 

“Okay.. Are you sure I didn’t do anything? I’m so sorry if I die-” 

“Angus, baby, you’re just fine. I promise.” He gave you a small smile, not really believing you. You couldn’t be mad at him. How could he know what you wanted if you didn’t tell him exactly what you desired? He couldn’t. 

The rest of the night Angus seemed kind of distant. He still cuddled with you and made you the hot tea you could never figure out how to make like he does. When it was time for bed he still held you in his arms and rubbed your back until you fell asleep. Right before you got there he told you that he loves you and how beautiful you are. You smiled into him, too tired to respond back, you hummed. He watched you sleep while thinking about what in the world has got you acting so off when it comes to sex the past few weeks. You guys still had sex but he noticed how you had seemed kind of shy and distant when it was usually you who instigated it. He petted your hair until he succumbed to his tiredness. 

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While you sat at your desk in the office of your shared home, typing out the chapter of your next book on the typewriter, feeling awful guilt from the night before, Angus was in the studio recording the album Highway to Hell. 

“Angus, what is the problem?” Malcolm said rather loudly when Angus seemed to not quite grasp the riff he had just played for the guys a few days before. They were going over the next song as a whole before it was officially recorded in the rehearsal area, though Bon still hadn’t written any lyrics.

“Piss off! I’ll get it. Just give me a second.” 

“I’ve given you several seconds.” It was the brother in him. 

“I’m trying here mate!” Angus was so off. His playing, his attitude, demeanor, everything. 

“Just let him be, Mal. Maybe he didn’t get laid last night.” Bon half joked. Angus shot him a look. 

“That’ll do it.” Cliff said through a smile. 

“Ah! So that’s the problem isn’t it? Can’t get the pussy off your mind can you mate?” The guys giggled, even Malcolm. The problem was is it did have to do with sex, he wasn’t pent up because the two of you didn’t get intimate the night before - well, kind of - he just could not figure out for the life of him why you were acting so weird about having sex with him. Bon almost felt bad when he saw the next look on Angus’ face. It wasn’t of anger or frustration but bewilderment and a hint of embarrassment. “Ang, what is going on?” 

“Nothin’ Bon. Just having an off day.” By this time, Phil and Cliff were noticing that something was for sure not right. Malcolm felt bad for getting so frustrated with him. Ang is his baby brother and he knows when something’s wrong, and something is very wrong. “Can we run it back again? I’m sure I’ll have it this time.” Malcolm sighed and gave Phil the ‘go ahead’. 

“One, two, three, four!” Moments into the song Angus messed up the riff… again. He not so calmly said ‘fuck this’ and angrily put his guitar on it’s stand and stormed out of the rehearsal room. Bon, Cliff, Malcolm, and Phil looked at each other in total confusion. 

“I don’t know.” Malcolm stated as he shook his head. 

“Did he get into an argument with Y/N?” Phil asked. “He always gets like this when they have a fight.” It’s not that you two fought often and that’s why it always fucked Angus up terribly when you guys did. 

“Not that I know of, no. Usually he calls me asking how to fix it. I’ve never seen him so nervous as when they bicker. It’s almost funny watching him panic about her being pinched with him.” Malcolm chuckled. “Hell, maybe that’s what it is. Maybe she’s just stressed about her new book and he’s taking it personal.” Phil, Cliff and Bon nodded to each other, the idea making complete sense. 

“Little guy takes everything personal.” Bon stated matter-of-factly. 

“True.” Malcolm smiled, chalking Angus’ odd behaviour to his sensitivity. All four of them laughed at the realization of how sensitive he can be. Malcolm was still worried though. He figured the two of you would be fine, he’s worried about time in the studio. 

Angus stormed out into the open backyard of the building the studio was located. He lit up a cigarette, feeling bad because he knew you didn’t like it when he smoked, you wanted him to be healthy. Angus just needed to take the edge off. 

“There you are, mate.” Angus jumped at Malcolm’s sudden voice. Malcolm chuckled. 

“Christ, Mal! You scared the bloody piss out of me!” Angus stated harshly. He took another drag of his cigarette and looked at his worried brother noticing how Malcolm had his hands in his pockets looking at the cancer stick. “Argh, alright. Have a light.” He handed Malcolm his pack with a lighter stuffed in there. 

“Thanks.” Malcolm said in a low voice. “Hey, doesn’t Y/N not like when you smoke these?” 

“No… she doesn’t. She says they stink and will kill me. I suppose she’s correct.” Angus’ eyes always lit up when it came to you but he seemed a bit sad when Malcolm brought up your care for your lover. “I can’t seem to do anything right lately so what does it matter if I do smoke..” Malcolm rolled his eyes and Angus’ comment. Ang knew he was being a bit of a baby but he didn’t care at the moment. 

“Listen, Ang, everyone has their off days but you have to push through them. I’m sure the mess ups on the riff are just you overthinking it.” Malcolm was usually right when it came to these things but today it wasn’t that he was overthinking the guitar, it’s that he couldn’t think about the guitar. Malcolm knew it wasn’t the guitar he was thinking about but he had to get Angus to talk somehow. 

“That’s it, Mal. I can’t think about music right now.” His brother hit the nail right on the head. 

“Well, then what’re you thinking about? Did you and Y/N have a fight?” 

“No. Everything has been great. We get along, we’re goofy, always joking, she’s perfect, she’s just seemed distant.” Now they were getting somewhere. 

“She’s probably just stressed about writing her book, like how you get stressed about the music. Nothin’ different.” 

“It’s not that. Yes, she’s stressed but she’s been normal... but distant.”

“Please explain to me how one can be normal and distant… because you make no sense.” Angus gave him a side eye and took a few moments to answer, trying to get the courage to tell his older brother what was actually bugging him.

“She’s just seemed to shy away sexually the past few weeks. I mean we still have the most amazing sex everyday, almost two or three times a da-”

“Okay, go on.” Malcolm loved his brother but he didn’t want to hear all of the details of his sex life. Angus rolled his eyes. 

“As I was saying… She just doesn’t seem as into it. Like last night, she got out of the shower and I started to kiss her a bit and she kind of shrugged me off. Y/N is usually the one who is trying to get me to do the dirty but she acts like she wants none of it. I asked her if I did something and she said no.” Malcolm listened closely. He felt bad because he knows what it feels like to have the woman you love the most not want to be physical. 

“Have you tried talking to her about it after that?”

“No. I don’t want to make her feel like she has to get in bed with me whenever I want because that’s not it. I just wonder if I’m doing something wrong.” Angus actually seemed hurt. 

“Maybe it’s what you’re not doing.” Bon said through a smirk. Angus jumped ever higher than when Malcolm scared him. 

“What the fuck! You guys make me piss me shorts when you come up behind me like that!” 

Phil, Cliff, Bon and Malcolm giggled. “Oh so you were all listening, huh?!” Angus asked angrily. He felt like his ego couldn’t get bruised much more than it already had been. 

“Bon heard ‘sexually’ and came running.” Cliff explained. “Come inside. It’s easier to eavesdrop if we’re all in the same room.” Angus gave him a dirty look. 

“Listen here you fucker, I oughta kic-”

“Angus, you’re not gonna do shit, now come on.” Malcolm said through a smile. Angus drudgingly followed them inside. 

Everyone found a seat inside and Bon was sitting in front of Angus with a smile and his legs crossed, like a therapist. 

“Will you please wipe that stupid looking smirk off your face?” 

“My gosh, Ang. Do you need your dick sucked?” Phil made a joke out of the issue.  

“You guys, guys. Come on now. That’s enough.” Malcolm said. “Angus maybe you do need to talk to Bon about this because when it comes to sex, you know he’s the one to go to.” Angus gave Bon a look of defeat and Bon grinned harder than before, liking the recognition of having a good reputation with women.

“Talk to me, little one.” 

“Well, you liste- don’t fucking call me that.” Bon couldn’t hold back his ornery smile. He thought for a second.

“Is sex always the same? Do you guys fuck only in one place, in only one way?” 

“No.” Angus knew you liked different positions. 

“Okay, that’s good. How many places and positions?” Bon asked seriously. 

“What does that have to do with anything?!” 

“Just answer the damn question.”

“I don’t know, two or three. Each.”

“What positions and where?” Angus gave him a look but reluctantly answered. 

“Cowgirl or missionary.. Either in bed or on the couch..” Bon gave him a look of disapproval. 

“Is it sweet and slow?”

“Usually, sometimes a bit quicker.” 

“But still sweet.”

“Yes.” 

“Does she wear the pants in the relationship?” 

“...yes.” Cliff, Phil, Bon and even Malcolm all gave each other a look, knowing what Bon was going to advise next. “What?” Angus asked, feeling left out.

“Maybe she wants you to absolutely ravage her.” Angus choked. The guys giggled. 

“I could never! I don’t want to disrespect her and much less hurt her!” 

“But Ang, maybe that’s what she wants.” Phil teasingly explained. “You know. Pull her hair, choke her, maybe even smack her..” 

“Spit in her mouth, spank her, call her every degrading word or phase you could think of..” Cliff suggested. Angus was disgusted; not by the acts but by the thought of making you feel bad about yourself. 

“Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this, sometimes Linda wants it like that.” Angus looked at his brother with wide eyes. “Not all the time but sometimes that’s what she prefers and don’t get me wrong it can be very arousing.” 

“Angus. You’re not going to hurt her or make her feel shit if that’s what she wants. If you feel like you’re just treating her like the soiled little groupies, you’re not. It’s to please her and you please her because you love her, if that’s what she wants it’s not a sign of disrespect, it’s love believe it or not. She’ll feel empowered. It sounds crazy but I promise you that.” Bon explained. It sounded so stupid but it’s true. If you love a woman, you’ll do what pleases her. It started to click with Angus. 

There were several silent moments in the room before Angus spoke up. “I can’t just walk in and tell her she’s a slut then choke her.. What if that’s not what she wants..” The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

“That’s why you ask her, you bloody goof.” Phil said. 

“How do I do that?” 

“It amazes me how someone who is so confident and powerful on stage is such a pussy in real life.” Phil said as he was examining his drum sticks. 

“I am not a pussy.” said Angus. 

“Meh, kind of.” Angus just stared at Phil. 

“Alright now that we’ve got that out of the way are you guys ready to go back to work?” Everyone was actually surprised that Malcolm let them take up this much time without music, so they all agreed it was time to accomplish something. 

Meanwhile, back at home you decided to take a break from writing. You knew you needed to tell Angus why you’ve been so distant. You hated seeing him hurt so you figured why not hit two birds with one stone? Wear some super sexy lingerie to apologize and to make you feel more confident in telling him all the dirty things you want. You remembered there was a set you’d never worn for him just because of lack of occasion, these were the things you wanted to do. Wear the sluttiest things when he got home from a long day at the studio and get on your knees for him at the door. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him. He usually got home about the same time everyday so you figured there was no better time to do this than now. 

You curled your hair and put on the lightest makeup, just to give it a little extra something. Digging through the drawer where you kept your panties you found the strappy, black lace bra, panties, garter, and stockings that accentuated your body in all the right places. You couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror and admiring how you looked, how you felt. Prancing around the house in your smutty atire you poured yourself a glass of wine. Angus wasn’t the biggest drinker and in turn you weren’t either so the smallest amount of alcohol would give you a light buzz. 

You passed by a mirror in the hallway and decided to rough your hair up a bit, making it look a bit sexier. The garage door opened and you heard a car door slam. Moments later a door opened and shut. 

“Y/N. I’m home, baby! Where are you?” Angus’ sweet voice called out. He saw the bottle of wine sitting on the counter and figured you were having a drink in your office, trying to get work done. He put his things down and headed for your office around the corner. 

“Angus, I’m upstairs!” He smiled at your voice and quickly hopped up the stairs. 

“How was your da-” Angus saw you leaning on the doorway of your shared bedroom. “Holy shit.” You giggled. “What uh, what’s got you all dressed up, angel?” He asked as his eyes trailed along your body.

“No reason in particular, just wanted to. Do you like it?” The grin on your face told him that you knew he did. He stepped towards you and you laced your fingers in his belt loops pulling him into you as you backed the two of you towards the bed. He couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing up and down. You looked so sexy and he couldn’t decide which part was the sexiest. “You know I really think we should try something... what do you think?” This snapped him out of his thoughts. Were the sex gods really allowing him to get out of the question of asking her what he needs to do to get her off? Could he really be that lucky? Angus nodded his head slowly lifting his hands to your waist. 

“That’s funny that you say that, angel. I was going to ask you the same thing.” 

“Yeah?” You said in a low voice. “What do you want to do to me... daddy?” You smirked and bit your lip. Angus pushed you on the bed, the word daddy making him go crazy but the word giving him the permission to do what the guys recommended. 

“I want to get rough with you.” Angus started, running his hands along your body, you moaned. “I want to pull your hair.” He put his head in your neck and sucked and bit between sentences. “I want to choke you.” You reached your hand in his hair and tugged. “I want to spank you... I want to make you scream... make you beg... slap you... spit in your mouth...” By now your whole body was writhing under him. 

“Daddy, please. I want you to treat me like a dirty little whore.” Angus grunted, standing up he pulled you with him. 

“On your knees.” You obeyed. He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down just enough so his cock could spring up in front of your face. You licked your lips, looking up at him with big eyes. “Suck.” You took his cock in your mouth and he put his hands on the back of your head and pushed. Gagging on his cock, you became extremely wet. This is what you wanted. You wanted Angus to be rough with you and treat you like a slut. 

With his cock inside your mouth and a hand in your hair he held the side of your face. “You’re so fucking pretty like this baby. You know that? You look so good with me cock down your throat.” The only thing you could do was look up at him through your lashes with tears and mascara running down your face. It turned you on to see him in such intense pleasure. Angus would go from staring intently at the scene in front of him to throwing his head back. You could see the sweat starting to form on his face but the two of you were just getting started. “You love it when I treat you like this don’t you baby? Making you choke on me cock..” His accent, his attitude, absolutely everything about him in this moment made you want to do things you couldn’t even explain. “You like it when I treat you like a slut? Hm?” He pulled his cock from your mouth and lightly smacked your face. You moaned. 

“I love it when you treat me like this daddy.” Angus gave you a sinister chuckle. By this time you had spit all over your face and hands; it ran down your chest and into your lap. He smacked your face again. “Mmm. Daddy, fuck.” 

“Get on the bed.” He grabbed your panties and pulled them down roughly. Once they were off Angus ran his nails down your thighs and this made you gasp. “You like that baby? Do you like it when daddy gets rough with you?” You moaned. He then rolled you over so you were on your stomach. He ran his fingers up your back and unhooked your bra. You flipped your hair to the side as you looked back at him. The look on his face was pure seduction, pure trance. His hands were squeezing your thighs and he reached down and licked your left thigh. 

“Angus, fuck.” *SLAP* He smacked your ass hard and this made you yelp.

“Bad girl. You’re daddy’s bad girl. Call me daddy.” He went back to licking, nipping and sucking your thighs. 

“Daddy, please fuck me, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Patience, angel.” Angus’ tongue trailed up your right ass cheek and his left hand reached your hair and yanked back. 

“Oh shit, daddy. Mmm.” The giggle that came out of your mouth when you hummed could’ve made him lose the little control he had left. By now Angus was straddling your ass and you could feel his warm, hard cock on your ass as he still had your head pulled back by your hair. You looked up at him with the sweetest eyes and he hummed. His right hand went to your neck and he lightly squeezed. “Mmmm.” He then lightly smacked your face. “Daddy.” He smacked again. “Ah, daddy.” 

Angus shifted his weight off of you, told you to roll back over and placed your hands above your head. He straddled you once again and he leaned down, hand on your throat, hand by your head balancing himself above you, giving you the deepest, nastiest, sexiest kiss. He bit down on your lip and you moaned. “Oh you dirty girl, like that don’t you?” You nodded frantically. He slid down your body putting his face in front of your warm pussy. “Keep your hands above your head for me, angel.”

Angus’ fingers ran lightly up your soaking wet slit and up to your clit. Your back arched and you let out little pants. His soft lips met your clit and his fingers slipped inside your pussy. Slowly moving his fingers in and out Angus gave sweet licks to your clit and you moaned loudly.

“Daddy, that feels so good. Mmm! Please don’t stop.” You started grinding your hips into his face as he moved his tongue and fingers faster. Angus felt your hands move to his hair and he immediately stopped. You whined.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands above your head?” Your hands flew back above your head, but it was too late; Angus gave a hard slap to your inner right thigh. You arched your back and let out a loud moan. You honestly didn’t think he’d get into this but it’s exactly what you wanted. “Disobey me again and I’ll bend you over me knee.” He dug his face back in between your thighs. You wished your hands were in his hair tugging and pushing his tongue harder into you, but you didn’t want to risk making this stop, as hot as getting spanked sounded. Your fingers twisted the bedsheets and you ground your hips into his face even harder causing him to hold your hips down with his left arm, his right still working his fingers hard. The sounds leaving your mouth could’ve shattered windows. 

You were so close to cumming and he knew this because your moans always got louder and louder. He felt your walls tighten around his fingers and he stopped. If looks could kill, Angus would’ve dropped dead. 

“Seriously?!” You were so pissed at him. 

“What angel?” Angus asked innocently. 

“Why did you stop?” 

“I don’t want you to cum yet.” He said simply. “I want to make you beg for it.”

“Daddy, can I please cum?” You asked him nicely. 

Angus thought for a minute, “No.” He began giving sweet kisses to the insides of your thighs. 

“Please, daddy. I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll do wha-” The phone by the bed started ringing and Angus got an idea. 

“Answer it.” You gave him a look of confusion. “Answer it, angel.” You picked up the phone. 

“Hello… Oh hey Bon. I’m doing good, how are you… Well that’s good to hear… Yeah, he’s right AH.” Angus put his fingers back into your tight hole. 

“Keep the conversation going.” You looked at him as if he was crazy, but he buried his face in your pussy. 

“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Are you good?” You were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady on the phone. “Oh good. No-oh he hasn’t. He hasn’t had the cha-ah-nce to… He’s been cooking.” You could feel Angus smile against your clit. “Yes, Bon. I swear I’m f-fine… It’s co-ming along… The-re’s only a few ch-ah-pters left…” You didn’t know this but Bon had a pretty good idea on what was happening. He’s heard the two of you through hotel walls and it sounded awfully similar. The entire situation had your head spinning with pleasure and you could feel yourself on the edge. “I told you, he’s co-ooking… mmmhhmmm…” You whined. Angus was now hitting your G-Spot perfectly with his fingers and had his tongue making circles on your clit. You hit your peak and seemed to forget that you were on the phone with his band mate. “Agh. Fuck! Oh my god fuck that feels so good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” By now you had dropped the phone by your head and were letting out a long string of moans and curse words while your whole body was shaking. Your hands were in his hair but he kept going. “Mmm. Fuck, daddy it’s too much, it’s too much.”

Bon was still on the other end of the phone and he felt almost like a proud brother. Angus took his advice. He didn’t necessarily mean fuck you on the phone but clearly he was taking control by making you talk to Bon while he was sweetly torturing you. He had only called to ask if you guys wanted to go out for a few drinks, maybe to knock the edge off for the two of you but it had seemed like all was working out just fine. 

By now Angus had slowly come to a stop and was rubbing your thigh looking up at you with a smile. He climbed up and gave you a sweet kiss, letting you taste your own juices on his lips. He grabbed the phone.

“Hello… Oh hey Bon!” It slipped your mind that he was on the phone and you gave Angus a panicked look but he smiled at you letting you know that it was all okay. “Yeah… I think I got it figured out…” An idea entered your mind. Payback. Angus had never pulled up his pants from the blowjob earlier so you slid down the bed and took his cock in your hands. “Ye-AH. Mmhmm..” You gave him a devious look and took him in your mouth. “N-no. She’s ri-ght here… Fuck. Bon I gotta go..” 

Angus walked into the studio praying that Bon hadn’t told the guys about events of the night before but he knew better.

“Hey daddy.” Cliff said rather loudly and Angus went white. “What? Does it only turn you on when Y/N calls you that?” The guys giggled. 

“Yup. Sure fucking does, asshole.” Angus gave Bon the dirtiest look.  

“Don’t look at me like that! You’re the one that told her to stay on the phone…” Bon said through a Chesire-cat smile. “I finished the lyrics to the song we were working on… It’s called ‘Touch too Much’.” Everyone gave each other knowing looks, because Bon had told them about you telling Angus that it was too much last night. 

“I hate you.” 

“I love you more… daddy.” Everyone gave a loud laugh, Angus even cracked a smile. 

[shoichee]

Lucky Bucket

Midorima x Reader

Word Count: 2686

Submission for @knb-kreations‘s All Hallows’ Eve event!

Prompt: black cat

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Midorima hated Halloween.

Why would anyone celebrate the day that is especially infamous for terrible misfortune and ominous superstitions?

Scratch that—why in god’s name does October have to exist?

He swore that every step he took provoked different unsettling breezes that whispered various taunts of a series of unfortunate events for Cancers like him.

He even tried to convince Captain Miyaji to bail out of practice for the month out of fear for his “safety and wellbeing,” promising to practice in the sanctuary of his own backyard to compensate.

“What the fuck are you on about?” the said Captain glowered, his patience visibly thinning on his face. “If this is about your horoscopes again, I’m not hearing about that shit again. Winter Cup is around the corner, and you still think you’ll get special treatment just because you’re one of the Generation of Miracles?”

“Sh-shin-chan, I think this is the time for you to run—”

“Takao. This is none of your—”

“5 extra laps around the campus.”

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“You 1st-years are really pushing your luck, huh,” Kimura deadpanned, slightly huffing to catch his breath after doing the extra laps.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch, Shin-chan.”

“I knew it—the horoscopes predicted that the majority of the signs would experience subpar luck today, nanodayo.”

“IT WASN’T THE PREDICTIONS THAT LED US HERE, IT WAS YOU!”

“Absolute nonsense. Why would I intentionally wish ill luck onto my teammates?”

“...”

“...”

“Can I throw my family’s pineapples at him?”

“... Maybe it’ll be better for all of our sakes if you’re out of practices just for this month.”

“That’s what I tried to tell the Captain, Otsubo-san,” Midorima sighed, disregarding the stupefying stares his teammates were giving him. “But he would not hear me out.”

“You’re such an impossible person to deal with. Takao, how are you even friends with him?—”

“I am not friends with Takao.”

“Shin-chan is just like an onion with many layers, y’see?” Takao lightly chuckles, evident that he was still short of breath from the sprinting. “I mean if anything, I wonder what (y/n)-chan sees in him.”

“Th-that is none of your business!”

“Awwwww, is Shin-chan being shy?”

“Cease this foolishness at once!”

“Oh hi, (y/n)-chan!”

“Wha—?” At the speed of Aomine’s agility, Midorima whirled around… to see nobody. Right on cue, Takao starts to struggle to hold back an unfiltered guffaw, and his other teammates had their own poor efforts of suppressing their own snickers at his moment of gullibility.

Midorima could feel his veins about to burst at his temples.

“Takao.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It was too good to pass up!—oh? (y/n)—?”

“Are you daft? I’m not going to fall for that again, nanodayo.”

“Fall for who, me?”

At the sound of your voice taking on an irritatingly familiar teasing tone, Midorima reluctantly swerved his head to meet your eyes. He quickly turns his attention away back to Takao in front of him.

“Was this your game all along?” Midorima narrows his eyes.

“What? No! This one was a total accident!—ow!”

“Midomido,” you pouted, prying your boyfriend’s arms away from a dying point-guard. “I want your arms around me too, y’know?”

The entire basketball team is standing there aghast at what you just said in front of the ever-modest Midorima. Sure enough, he was ready to put Takao into a chokehold, and if one didn’t know better, they might think they were extremely close.

“...”

“Miiiiiiido,” you said, tilting your head to look up at his face. He was definitely red. “I want a hug.”

“... We’re going,” was all he said as he (rather harshly) tugged your hand to walk away from the team.

“Oi! Practice isn’t even over yet!”

“Leave poor Shin-chan be. Cut him some slack just this once.”

“Miyaji-san isn’t going to like this when he finds out Midorima isn’t at practice… isn’t he going to kill us all?”

“Easy… just don’t let him find out.”

“Don’t let me find out what.” Miyaji looms over with a threatening smile in a feeble attempt to hide his dark expression. No one needed to turn around to know it was their spartan captain. The immediate chills down their spines told them everything.

“Sh-shit! Run!”

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“Shin-chan!~ Shin-chan!~ Shin-chan!~” you called out to Midorima in a sing-song voice to get him to break his silence. You knew that his amount of patience wasn’t generous like his Teiko-manager Momoi’s, nor was he honest about his feelings like his ex-teammate Kuroko, but nonetheless, he had his own unique charm that you found extremely adoring. To tease that is.

Midorima stops walking abruptly and you softly walk into him from the back, amusedly noting that he still has your hand in a tight grip in his own despite his obvious embarrassment.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?”

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’” you said, ready to pull out your signature pouts again. “Have you forgotten that I was gonna bring you a bento box to you at practice? Like I usually do?”

Ah, that was right. You always made the time to drop off snacks and water in the middle of practice. He supposed that his fanatical fear of bad luck for the rest of October made him forget. While he’s not the forgetful type, some extreme things just make him feel completely out of sync with his mind. October was one of those occasions.

“... you don’t have to always do this, nanodayo.”

You giggled. That was just his way of saying: “Thank you, but I don’t feel like I deserve all of this.”

“If you really wanna thank me, kiss me on the lips every time we meet up! Even in public!”

“Wha—!” he sputters. “D-Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Half joking. But I want you to rely on me more. I don’t think of this as a burden or obligation. I want to take care of you. Because I want to. Because I love you, Midomido~”

“... Did you have to say the last part?”

“This time I’m not joking, if you didn’t know.”

A silence falls between the two of you before you teased him to break that silence.

“How long are you gonna hold my hand? Not that I’m complaining obviously, but this is way too out of character for you.”

“Sh-shut up,” he mumbled, his eyes downcast onto your linked hands. “I’m thinking, nanodayo.”

And you patiently stand there, relishing the warmth of his hand as you shamelessly drink in the sight of his sweaty form from practice. His hair was a slightly darker viridian from the perspiration, and miniscule droplets slid off his biceps, making him all the more tantalizing.

“... I want to ask you something.” He lets go of your hand and you reluctantly do the same.

“Eh?” You broke out of your admiring trance as you slowly made eye contact with him again. His piercing gaze, you noted, hadn’t changed at all even from the physical exhaustion.

“Could you…” he started, clearly struggling to get the appropriate words out of his tongue. “... bring me extra lucky items every day… just for this… month.” He didn’t even say it in the tone of a question, and his tense shoulders told you everything you needed to know.

Shy Midorima was too adorable.

“Of course!”

“J-just like that?! You’re not going to ask me why?”

“I know you just wanna be extra prepared, Midomido,” you grinned. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” At your words, he visibly relaxes.

“However…” Midorima perks his head up.

“My lucky items won’t be based off of the horoscopes… but they’ll be all still chosen to help you in some way.”

“... You’re not planning anything, are you?”

“Of course not! I just feel that I would be able to help you better if I was able to choose these on my own terms since I’m not so good at astrology stuff! Plus, I celebrated Halloween and know all the October superstitions since I was a wee kid… I’m an expert on this stuff, trust me!”

Midorima hesitates before he sighs. You knew that meant he gave in and was ready to accept this without a further objection.

He is going to try to rely on you after all, so he might as well start by believing your words.

“Mido! Look! Those cats have been around lately! Aren’t they so cute??”

Please don’t let it be what he think it is, please don’t let it be what he think it is—

You dash from Midorima’s side as you ditched him for the felines, making the extra effort to coo at them to coax them towards your direction. You don’t even notice the way Midorima has his back to you, stiff as a plank.

“Ne, I’ve always wanted to pet them but they’re so sneaky and elusi—Mido? What are you doing?” you turn away from the cats to peer over the petrified greenhead. A realization popped into your head. “… No way! You can’t be scared of a bunch of cats.”

Midorima quietly gulped to himself before he slowly cranked his neck to you… before he noticed the pair of black cats analyzing him behind you. Chills visibly wracked his body before he bolted behind the nearest wall.

“(y-y/n)! Get away from them, nanodayo!”

“No, dummy! Look, they’re so affectionate and cuddly!” Midorima shrinks back further in annoyance when he sees them rubbing themselves up against you and monopolizing all of your attention. While he would’ve just tugged you away to feel your touch again… the cats were a genuine problem.

He stiffly brings out his phone before dialing his right-hand man.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

“... Takao?”

Please leave a message for Takao Kazunari.

Fuck, how could he forget? He ditched today’s practice in the heat of embarrassment. They were probably at the gym ready to kill him tomorrow. He groaned before facepalming himself. Nothing seems to be going in his favor at all.

Damn it, it was all because of October.

He resignedly sighed as he put away his cell before you hopped to his side again.

“Wahhh, the cats just left,” you whined to him. “I really wanted to pet them more…” Before you reach out to try to hold his hand again, Midorima jumps 3 steps back.

“Stop right there. Not a step closer.”

“Wha? Why?!”

“Bad luck is all over you, and I will not have it be spread to me, nanodayo,” he explained as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “Wait right here. I’ll look for a lucky charm to repel the bad luck for you, (y/n).”

Had his superstitiousness really been that bad?

Half an hour passed before Midorima fully “sanitized” you with some type of water with a spray bottle and gave you a “special plushie” to ward off other misfortunes.

“Did you give me a cute stuffed toy because you felt bad for me?” you cooed at him.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea, nanodayo!” he vehemently denied. “The horoscopes said that this particular item was lucky for your sign today.”

“That’s so cute!” you giggled at him nonetheless, and you were immediately met with denying grumbles and half-shouts.

“Say, are you really scared of those cats?” you curiously turned to him.

“I am not scared,” Midorima said matter-of-factly. “They simply do not bring favorable luck.”

“... Right,” you dryly replied, but you decided to change the subject. “Do you ever see yourself ever prepared against the ‘bad luck’ to the point where you’ll never bat an eye at seeing them again?”

“If I work hard and take every opportunity I can, I don’t see why fate won’t give me a favorable outcome regardless.”

“You didn’t notice my spooky ‘bat’ pun, Mido!” you pouted at him.

“Wh-Wha—Stop that—Oi! Don’t tug on me, nanodayo!”

“I’ll see you off to your own house first, so you don’t have to go through the bad luck atmosphere here any longer, okay?”

Meanwhile in your mind, you were concocting up some ideas on how to boost his luck stat for the month…

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“Miiiiiiiiidohh!!” you sprinted to catch up to Midorima the next day, noticing how your boyfriend was eyeing warily at whatever you had in your hand. He wordlessly stops and turns to face you.

“I…” you heaved for air. “... have your… lucky item!” You held out a conspicuous, plastic pumpkin bucket, obviously meant to be used for trick-or-treating. He immediately had his guard up the moment he heard rattling coming from said bucket, but he reluctantly peered into it when you made the point of shoving the tacky orange container to his face.

… It was literally all the stereotypical lucky items he’d see in cartoons.

“Horseshoe… plastic dice toys… talismans?” he frowned. “... why are these papers misshapen 7’s and 8’s?”

“Ah… ehehe…” you sheepishly replied. “I may have fibbed up the cutting part just a bit because I was rushing…”

Midorima squints harder to try to discern the rest of the chaotic collection.

A random rabbit’s foot? He would assume it was faux… dirty pennies… dreamcatchers… acorns? Is that a smashed 4-leafed clover??

“... You said you had a lucky item. Singular noun,” he narrowed his eyes. “I was not aware that you garnered such a collection of multiple things in such a short time, nanodayo… unless you had these for a while now.”

“Yeah! Good catch, Midomido!” you grinned. “But it is a lucky item. It’s the bucket!”

“... I’m leaving.”

“No! Midomido!—Hear me out, I swear!” You tugged on his sleeve in a panic, and he heaved a sigh in response but nonetheless stayed in his spot.

“Okay so, any item that you put into this bucket… becomes lucky!” you explained with utmost seriousness. “Since these items are already known to be lucky, if you let it sit in the bucket, they become even luckier!”

Where the hell did you get this logic from?

“It also serves as your lucky item storage, so you can easily rummage out your lucky item for the day with total ease! Not to mention if you somehow run out of lucky items, you can just put any item into the bucket and it’ll turn lucky! You should totally…”

You’re rambling at this point, and while Midorima still cannot comprehend your flimsy logic, his eyes trained onto your bubbly face and your shining eyes, noting your most adorable smile you’d have when you were passionate about something.

… Maybe if you cared that much about his odd habits and went through such a huge extent for his sake, maybe the bucket isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe it’s lucky because you worked on this idea with love and care?

“Mido! Are you even listening?” you huffed. “Geez, I go through all of this for you and you won’t even listen! Hmpf!”

Midorima slipped out a small rare smile, and almost immediately, your angry face dissipated and was replaced by a faint blush.

“W-w-well, anyways!” you said. “Thank Takao too! He helped me put this bucket together last minute without letting out a single complaint!”

“Takao?”

“Oh! And one final, personal gift from me!” you said, ignoring his looks of confusion. You pulled something from your bag…

And it was a black-cat ear headband.

“Are you mocking me?”

“I would never, dummy!” you frowned. “I heard you say it many times during practice about how you have to know your enemies before you can defeat them!...

… What better way is there to know an enemy than to become them?”

Midorima’s smile was overtaken by the harshest frown you’ve seen in a while.

“This is Takao’s idea isn’t it?—where is he?”

“Nooooo! Midomido, come back! Let me put them on at least! Pretty please! Come on, put them on! I wanna hear you meow!—No, wait! Don’t leave me behind! I have so much fun plans for us on the actual day of Halloween! Don’t ruin the spirit, dummy!”

Needless to say, the real danger of his sanity (and his poor heart) was you.

Screw October—he has to learn how to be careful around your own devious tricks 24/7.

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A Kid from Queens Part 21

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, language. (I had aged up Peter so he’s 18.)

A/N: Flashbacks in italics as usual :) I know it’s been forever, motivation is hard to come by these days. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written, it’s long enough to break into two chapters but I know I haven’t uploaded in a while so Merry Christmas lol.

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“Y/N! Y/N! Over here!” You heard your name called as Happy opens the limo door. He extends his hand to help you to your feet.

“Stark, look over here!” The paparazzi screams were almost deafening as Peter exited the car after you. His mask hid more of his features while yours left little to the imagination, they knew who you were already, so no point in trying to hide it.

“Behave.” Happy pointed a stern finger at you.

“Don’t I always.” You feigned offense as your hand clapped over your heart, he raised a brow as your mouth turned up into a smirk.

“Goodnight Happy.” You chuckled, turning and stepping onto the red carpet leading to the venue.

“Who are you wearing?” You heard different questions screamed in your direction. This was a charity gala after all, not the fucking Oscars. Who cares who made your dress?

You slipped your hand into Peters, trying to calm him. This had to be overwhelming, all the cameras in your face, screaming anything they can to get you to look their way.

“Dr. Stark!” One voice called, gaining your attention. Few people addressed you with your appropriate title. You turned to see a young woman, who didn’t look like she’s been on the job for very long. She was holding her own though, against all these ruthless reporters. You thought you saw The Bugle among them.

“Dr. Stark, Glory Grant from the Times.” She smiled once you looked her way. You took a step closer to her, nodding at her to let her know you were listening and she could continue, “Can you tell us why this cause is important to you?”

“Of course, every child’s life we can save is like an investment into our and their future. They’re going to be the ones to take over the world someday. Who knows who will be the next Einstein, or Madam Curie...” You began with a smile.

“Or Y/N Stark,” She smiled. You laughed, shaking your head humbly.

“If we can do our part in donating and relieving some of the financial burdens off of their parents then it’s worth it. This organization not only helps families and children currently fighting cancer, but it helps look for a cure. A permanent solution to help end this disease.” You spoke from your heart.

“Thank you so much Dr. Stark.” She smiled as she scribbled the last of your words onto her notepad.

“Are you new at the Times Ms. Grant?” You asked, taking another step closer to her and the barrier between the two of you.

“Yeah, I just started.” She smiled nervously.

“Can I borrow your pen?” You asked, and she handed you her pen and pad.

“That’s my work number. If you’d like to be added to the Stark Industries press board, give me a call. They’re the first ones we call about press releases and announcements.” You spoke as you scribbled it down, handing it back to her with a smile.

“Thank you so much Dr. Stark, but why are you helping me?” She furrowed her brows.

“Because it's a man's world, and we can help change that, one woman at a time,” You said, causing her to laugh, “You’re the only one here to actually address me by my title and not ask me about my outfit. I see a bright career ahead of you.” You nodded to her as you took a step back towards the middle of the carpet.

“Enjoy tonight,” she smiled, beaming at the new opportunity. You winked at her as you took Peter’s hand and led him along the carpet and up the stairs towards the venue.

“That was nice of you,” He squeezed your hand.

“I mean it’s effortless for me, but it will help kick start her career. I got this kinda third eye about people.” You smirked.

“That’s not a real thing.” He shook his head with a laugh.

“Sure it is. It’s not always perfect, but sometimes I can just tell when people are destined for something great. Like you, from the moment I met you I knew.” You turned towards him, taking his other hand in yours.

“You knew what?” He titled his head in confusion.

You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, forgetting you were at the top of the stairs and still in full sight of all the photographers. You saw the flashes but you didn’t care. Peter’s identity was safe with his mask, and you wanted the whole work to know how happy he made you.

“That you’re a good person, and you’re gonna do big things.” You beamed up at him as you pulled away from the kiss, turning to lead him inside.

“So what else can this third eye tell you?” He asked curiously.

“It’s kinda like a gut feeling, to trust someone or not trust them. Like fight or flight, something’s not right kinda feeling. I just trust my gut, ya know.” You shrugged.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.” He said, and you turned to him with a raised brow before remembering your conversation from a week ago.

“Oh that’s right, like your spidey senses.” You chuckled, making sure to keep your voice low.

“My what?” His eyes went wide.

“You said you can sense when something bad's gonna happen. Although mine isn’t as specific and can’t be attributed to a radioactive spider.” You chuckled, walking to a secluded corner of the ballroom.

“Shh someone could hear you.” He whispered, you smiled, shaking your head, knowing everyone’s always drunk at these sorts of things.

Turning to face Peter, you raised your hands to straighten his bow tie. Your mind wandered to how great he looked in his suit. The feeling of butterflies swirling in your belly from the moment you saw him step through your door a few hours ago had barely worn off.

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“Wow,” you both muttered as your eyes landed on each other. You’d never seen him all dressed up like this. He looked good, really good. You gulped, trying to push the dirty thoughts from your mind.

His hair was slicked back, not the mess of curls you were used to. He looked so grown up. You could almost picture him commanding a Stark Industries board meeting or standing at the end of an isle. Wait- slow down Y/N, jesus.

He looked so natural, so dapper, and then he turns and gives you that signature goofy smile- there he is. It brought a smile to your face. How did you get so lucky? How could you have landed a guy as great and handsome as Peter Parker. Were the girls at his school brain dead? You would think everyone would want him. Kind, sweet, intelligent, respectful, and Christ he cleans up well. He was everything you’d ever dreamed of.

Have you just been staring this whole time? Jesus, Y/N say something, he’ll think you’re crazy, you thought.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, trying to compose yourself. He only nodded, still not able to formulate words.

You were wearing red. His red. No- not his red obviously, but the same color of his suit. And god he loved it. He felt like you were wearing a piece of him. Like he had marked you, you were his.

“You look...” He trailed off, his eyes still wide. He cleared his throat and smiled, trying to compose himself. You could almost hear his internal monologue urging him on - Come on Peter, keep it together..., “You look... God Y/N. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You blushed. Of course that wasn’t the first time someone had told you that, but coming from Peter it felt different, “You look so handsome. Not your usual kind of suit, huh?” You smirked, causing him to chuckle as he pulled on his sleeves.

“I have your mask.” You smiled, still admiring him, holding the mask out to him.

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“Why doesn’t your mask hide your identity?” Peter asked, as the two of you watched more and more people file into the ballroom.

“Because people will know who I am anyway, and I’m not hiding.” You explained.

“How will they know?” He furrowed his brows, you shook your wrist in response.

“I don’t know anyone else with a custom blaster built into a bracelet. I’m also on the younger side, and pulled up in a ride with Stark Industries plates, so it wouldn’t take a genius.” You smiled, starting to recognize a few faces of regulars as you people watched.

“Do you always wear that thing?” He asked, holding up your wrist and examining it.

“No, I’ve got a watch for day to day wear that does the same thing. Dad may not give me a suit, but he won’t leave me completely defenseless. And it has come in handy.” You trailed off, remembering the not so fond memories of the last time you used it. Your ribs still ached if you thought about it long enough.

“Let’s hope you don’t have to use it tonight.” Peter said, craving one normal night without having to be a hero.

“Someone would have to be very ambitious to attack this place, they’ve got security out the wazoo.” You brushed off, praying tonight would go well.

A hush fell over the crowd as the charity president walked onto the stage and welcomed everyone. You felt Peter’s hand slip around your waist protectively as everyone pushed a little closer to the stage to hear. This part was pretty standard, basically a little speech to kick off the  night, a thank you for coming, and who to make all checks out to. Music filled the ballroom as the band began playing after the applause for the speaker died down.

“I’ll get us something to drink.” Peter nodded off towards the open bar.

You nod as he walks off and turn to admire the ballroom. Your eyes soon land on a familiar face.

“Dr. Strange,” You smile, greeting him.

“Dr. Stark,” He nods. You’d met a few times at these sorts of events. You hadn’t seen him for a while though, and there were rumors of an accident.

“How are you Stephen? I haven’t seen you since...” You paused to trying and remember, “Was it that benefit for the hospital a year ago?”

“Had to be, I’ve been... traveling.” He stated ominously. You glanced down to see the long thin scars along his fingers.

“Well it’s nice to have you back.” You smiled.

Peter now rejoined you at your side, slipping a drink into your hands- non-alcoholic of course, per May’s request. His other hand found its way to the small of your back.

“Peter, this is Dr. Stephen Strange.” You introduced him.

“Peter Parker,” He smiled, shaking the doctor’s hand. Something you couldn’t describe flashed over Peter’s eyes as they shook hands. Like a gut feeling he couldn’t quite place. For some reason his spidey senses were going off.

“Enjoy your evening, I need to check in at work.” Strange gave a curt nod and smile as he said his goodbyes. As he walked past you he dropped his voice to a whisper and spoke into your ear, “I like this one much better than the last.”

“Me too,” You whispered back with a smirk.

“So... how do you know him?” Peter asked curiously as the doctor excused himself to call the hospital.

“We run in the same circles, it’s a lot of the same people that come to these sorts of things. His hospital donates a lot of money to these causes and when he pisses off the board they send him to represent them as punishment.” You explained.

“This is a punishment?” Peter asked, dumbfounded.

“For a neurosurgeon it might just be,” You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m surprised he’s here.”

“Why?” He furrowed his brows.

“I heard he was in an accident not too far back. A bad one. I didn’t know he had gone back to work. Hmm...” You looked off to where the man had disappeared to.

“Care to dance, Parker?” You changed the subject, taking his hand into yours and placing your drinks onto the nearest table.

As the song changed to I Only Have Eyes For You by The Flamingos, he held you in his arms, swaying slowly. You were lost in him, hours could have passed, or seconds. As your bodies were pressed together you felt a sensation you could only describe as home.

“So has it been everything you dreamed it would be? These stuffy formalities for rich people to get drunk and spend money.” You chuckled as you looked up at him.

“It’s beautiful, but I guess, I mean it seems so glamorous from the outside.” He shook his head.

“Sorry to burst the bubble for you. It’s a little less Gatsby, and a little more, middle aged businessman doing coke in the bathroom.” You quipped.

Peter’s head immediately whipped towards the bathroom door where two men were emerging, one rubbing his nose.

“No way...” He looked back to you with wide eyes.

“You’d be surprised.” You chuckled.

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After a little more dancing and mingling you and Peter made your way out onto the deserted balcony.

“Are you cold?” He asked, as he leaned onto the railing next to you. You were hiding it well but he still sensed it.

“A little.” You chuckled, cursing those spidey senses for giving you away.

Peter slipped off his coat and placed it over your shoulders. You thanked him as you turned to admire the moonlit lake below you. It was so quiet and peaceful, untouched by the party going on just on the other side of the glass doors.

“Did you have a good day?” Peter asked.

“Perfect.” You looked up to him and smiled, and you meant it.

“Um, so, Happy told me that you don’t like to celebrate your birthday but,” Peter began to speak, nervously. Your eyes grew wide, how in the world did he know it was your birthday? That was the one day you liked to keep private and out of the press. Only the Avengers, Pepper and Happy knew when it was. “I wanted to give you this. Everyone deserves at least one present on their birthday.”

“Peter you didn’t-” You shook your head, before he cut you off.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. And don’t worry, Mr. Stark swore me to secrecy so I won’t go announcing it to the world.” He reassured you as he reached into his pocket to pull out a little box.

“I know it’s not much, and I’m sure you have a million other fancy things, but I wanted you to have this.” Peter opened the box nervously, revealing a necklace. It was a single pearl and diamond dangling from a silver chain. Simple, but beautiful. “It was my mothers. Aunt May said that my dad gave it to her on their wedding day.”

Your jaw dropped slightly and your hand went over your heart.

“Peter, I-” How could you accept this? It was probably one of the last bits he had of his mother and he was just giving it away? You knew how much they meant to him, and he’d been through so much. With losing both parents so young and then his Uncle Ben not that long ago. Tears began to pool up in your eyes. Did he really care about you that much to part with something this important?

“Are you sure?” You asked softly.

“Of course I am. She would have loved you. She would have wanted you to have it.” Peter spoke, slipping the necklace on you as a single tear slipped down your cheek.

You turned back to him with a smile, he gently rubbed his thumb across your cheek to wipe the tear away. He didn’t know what to say- actually that’s a lie. He knew exactly what three words he wanted to say, but he thought it might be too soon and he might scare you. He absolutely didn’t want that. So he just smiled at you as you leaned in to kiss him.

You pulled away and wiped your tears, trying your best not to mess up your makeup.

“Thank you Peter.” You sniffled, chuckling at how silly you were being.

“Happy birthday.” He beamed as you heard the band strike up a slow song inside. He extended his hand to you, “Y/N Stark, can I have this dance?”

There was that goofy smile again, causing you to giggle as you placed your hand in his. He pulled you close, you rest your head on his shoulder as you both sway to the music. And for once in your life, everything was perfect.

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After everyone had said their goodbyes and they ushered you out of the venue, you and Peter began your short walk through the park to the Plaza Hotel across the street.

“Tonight was like a dream,” You said, as you swung your intertwined hands slightly.

“Haven’t you been to a million of these things.” Peter chuckled and shook his head.

“Yes, but I’ve never been to one with someone I love and it’s a very different experience I’ve learned.” You spoke, causing Peter to stop.

You turned to face him as you noticed his wide eyes, not believing the words that just came out of your mouth. It took him a minute to process. One, that meant you loved him. And two, that meant you were never in love with Thomas, since you’d been to these events with him before.

“Ok, you’re kinda scaring me now Peter,” You laughed nervously at his awestruck state.

“You love me?” He asked, and you answered with a nod and a smile.

He placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you into a sweeping kiss.

“Am I dreaming?” Peter asks, pulling away, looking for any sign on your face that this was all some sort of joke.

“I sure hope not,” You chuckle.

“I love you too,” Peter beams at you, pulling you into another kiss.

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“Woah...” You and Peter both mutter as you push open the door to your hotel room. Now this was fancy. You felt like you were in a room in Buckingham Palace.

You both walked around, inspecting the room as you dropped your coats. You saw your bags in the corner that had already been brought up. You ran your hand over one of the pillows on the huge California King sized bed as your lips morphed into a smirk and an idea popped into your head. You clutched onto the pillow with one of your perfectly manicured hands as you spun around, whacking Peter with it.

“Hey!” He yelped, eyes growing wide at what you’d just done.

“Come on Parker, let’s see what you’ve got.” You tossed him another pillow from the bed with a smirk.

“O you’re gonna regret this,” He stalked towards you. You kicked off your heels and jumped onto the bed, standing up on your knees.

He swung his pillow as you ducked, it just missed you. You took the opportunity to whack him again. He looked at you with wide eyes, thinking, How had he missed?

“What? Couldn’t see that coming, bug boy?” You laughed. Taking those few seconds to gloat had proved fatal as you felt his pillow attack your side.

“Oof,” You feigned pain as you dropped backwards until your back hit the bed.

“Are you ok?” Peter asked, worried, thinking he’d really hurt you. With his super strength he was never sure.

You waited until he was kneeling next to you to jump into action, according to your plan. You jumped up, pushing him back onto the bed as you straddle him, grabbing your pillow and smacking him a few times.

“Ok, ok, you win!” Peter cried out, forfeiting.

“Yes!” You threw your pillow up in the air in victory. Peter looked up at you, still on top of him with your hair now a mess, hanging all around your face. He cherished the genuine smile on your face. All he wanted to do was kiss you, you looked so happy.

You crawled off of him and back onto the floor where you extended your hand to help him up. As he placed his hand into yours and rose to his feet, you didn’t notice his left hand reach for the pillow. Before you knew it, there was a pillow lightly thrown in your face.

“Peter!” You squealed through laughter. He knew you were about to retaliate when you reached for your own pillow on the bed. But he was faster, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you away.

“Come on, truce?” He asked as you struggled against his arms.

“Fine, truce.” You said, shaking his extended hand as he let you go.

“Hungry?” You asked, reaching for the room service menu on the desk and flipping through it.

“Starving.” He said, reading it over your shoulder.

After you had called in the food, you walked over to explore the rest of the room.

“They said it will be about an hour.” You told Peter, as you pushed open the door to the bathroom.

“So what do we do til then?” He asked, but you didn’t hear him.

“Jesus, look at the size of that tub.” You exclaimed, and Peter came over to your side to get a look at it too.

“Wow,” He said when his eyes landed on the giant clawfoot tub, “Um we definitely have to use that.”

You turned to face him with a smile.

“Really? You’d wanna do that?” You asked, who knew Peter Parker was a sucker for bubble baths.

“Absolutely. And do they have those big fluffy robes like in the movies?” He asked, excitedly, like a kid on Christmas.

You walked over to the closet and pulled the doors open, revealing two robes as described. You pulled them out and presented them to him.

“Cool...” His eyes lit up as he felt the material between his fingers.

You started to run the water, adding bath salts and bubbles, knowing it would take a while to fill the whole thing. Your things had already been brought to the room before you got there, so you got to work taking off your makeup and letting your now messy hair down.

You tried to reach for your zipper, as your body cried to be released from this skin tight dress.

“Hey Pete,” You called, and he strolled in the bathroom, now only wearing his dress pants and no shirt... and the butterflies were back. God how could he look that good, you stared shamelessly.

“You called?” He smirked, breaking your train of thought.

“Oh um, can you help me with my zipper?” You blushed, knowing you’d been caught.

“Mhm, turn around.” He instructed, before his fingers found the metal pull tab and he slowly worked it down, revealing more and more skin.

“There you go.” He smiled, placing a kiss on your shoulder, his gentle action nearly making you swoon. “I think the water’s ready if you want me to turn off the tap.”

“Yeah, yeah go ahead.” You nodded. You watched him turn off the spout and slip off his dress pants until he was just in his boxers. He folded them and set them aside before looking up to you. You were still holding your dress against your chest to keep it up, as the back gaped open and the thin straps slipped down your arms.

“Do you need help with that?” Peter asked, pointing to your dress, thinking you might need help taking it off. You thought you could manage, but on second thought you might need help. It was a tight dress and your stylist had helped you into it. You only nodded in response as Peter moved behind you. He gently helped you slip your arms through the straps and pulled the fabric down your body. He gave the fabric a quick tug as it struggled to get past your hips. You were now exposed in front of him. The dress was too tight for you to wear any sort of undergarments. He took you in for a moment before shifting his attention respectfully to the red indentations down your side from where the seams of the dress dug into you.

“Does this hurt?” He asked, gently rubbing his fingers down them.

“Not really,” You shook your head. He reached out his hand to help you into the tub without slipping.

You sank into the warm water as Peter dropped his boxers and joined you. Your eyes went wide at the size of him, and you looked away, a blush slowly crept onto your cheeks.

He must have noticed because the next thing you knew, a splash of water was hitting your face. You looked back to him in shock, he was sitting back laughing. You flicked your hand through the water, splashing him back.

You moved to do it again, but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You knew it was a good idea, if the two of you started going at it again like in the pillow fight, it would lead to a mess and an expensive clean up bill.

“Do they always book rooms this fancy for the galas?” Peter asked, taking in the room once more.

“I don’t know, this was the first time I’ve accepted it.” You shrugged, following his gaze up to the gold crown molding and chandelier.

“Really? I thought you did this all the time.” Peter assumed.

“No, I don’t make it a habit of jumping into tubs with strange men.” You joked.

“That’s not what I meant, and I’m not a strange man, I’m your boyfriend.” He teased as he pulled you towards him. You chuckled and placed your lips onto his quickly before pulling away.

“Say it again.” You smiled. He furrowed his brows for a moment before smiling.

“I’m... your... boyfriend.” He said slowly, placing a kiss on either cheek between words, his lips landing on yours after his last word.

He now had his arms around your waist, pulling you close as your lips collided. When you broke apart for air, he looked down at the necklace around your neck and smiled.

“This is a dream right? I’m dreaming.” Peter shook his head with a goofy grin, not being able to believe his eyes.

“Does this feel like a dream?” You asked, taking both of his hands and placing them onto your breasts. He responded by crashing his lips onto yours, he groaned against your mouth as he pulled you closer.

“It’s nice to know you dream about me Parker.” You quipped with a smirk as you broke apart for air. He chuckled at your cockiness.

“All the time, baby.” He replied, and the pet name rolled off his tongue before he even realized what he said. God you almost melted at the sound. It was your turn to crash your lips against his and let out a moan as his hand traveled down to squeeze your ass.

A knock at the door pulled you both apart as you stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Room service!” A voice called, causing you both to let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

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The two of you sat at the dining table, both in your white fluffy robes with nearly dripping wet hair.

“God this is so good.” Peter said, stuffing his mouth.

“Mm, I know, I didn’t realize I was this hungry.” You said, doing the same. Who knew fancy hotels made burgers and fries this good.

You picked up a fry from your plate, waving it at Peter.

“Ready? Catch.” You said as you threw it across the table as Peter caught it in his mouth.

“Ok your turn,” Peter said, tossing one of his. You leaned to the side, nearly missing it, but catching it in your mouth. You thrust your fists in the air in celebration, causing Peter to chuckle.

The two of you ate and talked, before cleaning up.

“Ugh, I’m so full.” You groaned, falling back onto the bed, rubbing your full stomach, causing Peter to laugh.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Peter asked.

“Oo yeah, we should probably get out of these robes though.” You said, moving from the bed, not wanting to get it all wet.

“Here,” Peter said, moving to his duffle bag and tossing you one of his t-shirts. You slipped it on as he slipped on some boxers and hung up your robes. You glanced down at the Midtown Tech logo and smiled. The fabric fell down to the middle of your thigh.

“I like seeing you in my clothes.” Peter smiled as he approached you sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled you into a chaste kiss.

“Cafeul, soon all your sweatshirts are gonna go missing.” You said, making him laugh.

Peter sat with his back against the headboard, and motioned you over to him. You crawled across the bed and laid into his side as he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close. He held the remote in his other hand, scrolling through options on the large screen.

“Have you seen this?” Peter motioned towards the screen.

“That’s my favorite movie.” You chuckled, smiling up at him as he immediately pressed start.

Peter absentmindedly played with your hair as the movie went on. As the credits rolled a few hours later you leaned up to face Peter.

“Thank you for today. As birthdays go, I gotta say this may be my best yet.” You spoke genuinely.

“Well it’s not over yet.” He stated after glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

“It’s not?” You smirk, as he pulls you closer.

“I think we were interrupted earlier.” He said slowly, a blush returning to your cheeks as you remembered the events that took place, or almost took place in the bathtub a few hours earlier.

“I think you’re right.” You whispered back, as you climbed onto his lap as his lips intertwined with yours.

You’ve kissed him before, that wasn’t new, but this time something was different. There was a hunger you couldn’t quite describe. His hands began to roam your body, trying to take in every inch of you. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, lifted you, and laid you down onto the bed as Peter now hovered over you.

You gasped at the sudden movement before smiling as Peter lowered his lips to yours once more.

“Y/N,” He said, making you stop and open your eyes, worriedly. Was he ok? Was this too much?

“I’ve never...” He began, nervously.

“That’s ok Peter, we don’t have to-” You tried to reassure him, but he shook his head.

“I want to, God I want to. I want to make you feel good.” He said, his hand traveling up your shirt and resting on your waist.

“Are you sure?” You asked, not wanting to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.

He nodded, muttering a yes as he brought his lips down to you once more, before pulling away.

“Are you?” He asked, making sure this wasn’t one sided.

“Absolutely.” You smiled, taking in the sight of him above you, reaching up to gently move a curl that was falling onto his face, brushing his hair back with your fingers.

And for the first time in your life, you realized why it was called ‘making love’. As much as the phrase made you cringe. As much as you hated when people said that, that was the only way you could think to describe what you and Peter just did. It was sweet but passionate. Peter was gentle yet ruthless in all the right ways. You figured it out together, through the giggles and moans. And as first times go, it was perfect.

For one night you got to be kids. Of course you were adults, just barely. But the two of you had more weight on your shoulders than most adults would ever have. You had responsibilities, that the safety of the city and the world depended on. But for one night, you got to be normal, you got to be kids. For one night you were free, and you cherished it, because neither of you knew how long it would last.

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