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Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 13] No Regrets

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Kissing your ex-boyfriend back shouldn’t feel so wrong, yet it does. But you can’t pull away because your lips are stuck on him. He deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip before it enters your mouth. It should be your sign to pull away, but you can’t move.

Your tongue presses against his, while his hands stop cupping your face and they move down to your waist, pulling your whole body closer to him. The five years of pent up frustration are poured into the kiss from both of your ends. You know something though, that once it escalates neither of you will stop and you don’t want to do something you’ll regret.

When he pulls away to kiss lower, you get a glance at his eyes and it makes your stomach churn. You can’t do that with him. Never again. Your hands go to his arms and you unhook his arms from your waist. You take a deep breath, in disbelief that this is what’s happening– What you allowed to happen.

“That’s a funny answer considering you left me to get married to her.” You point out. You have nothing to say to him, and Satoru takes a moment to gather his thoughts. You have to work more, but you doubt you’ll be able to after what just happened. He’ll understand if you leave.

Actually, you don’t care if he doesn’t understand. Satoru is clearly not someone that understands your feelings, and you’re tired of considering how he feels when he can’t keep that same energy toward you.

“I’m leaving. We can do the rest tomorrow during work hours.” You tell him, and he watches as you walk away. He’s glued to the ground, and maybe he should follow to stop you but he can’t. 

All the progress you’ve made crumbles to the ground, and he watches it fall right before his eyes. Yet he isn’t too sad. There’s a smile on his lips as his index and middle finger touches his mouth. When you slam the door shut, he’s knocked back into reality and he walks back to his desk. He puts the picture frame that he has of his wife down and opens his desk drawer to pull out a picture.

Eighteen-year-old Satoru with his new girlfriend, right before Satoru leaves for the airport to start his studies abroad. Maybe he should’ve stuck around, gone to the same university as you, things would surely be different. He probably would’ve still been married, but not to Sayo. He probably wouldn’t be in this position though, and now with how unhappy Satoru is, he doesn’t mind the thought. He would leave it within a heartbeat to get back with you, but of course that isn’t possible anymore. 

If only he could go back in time and knock some sense into his younger self… But he can’t and he’s left to deal with the consequences of his actions.

You hate coming home so late to find your son sound asleep. It feels like you’re missing so much of his life and it reminds you of yourself, wishing you could spend more time with your own mother who obviously couldn’t since she was working. At least you had Satoru, Ren doesn’t have anyone other than the nanny. You need to quit soon, make an arrangement with Mrs. Gojo about bills and stuff, knowing that she’ll do anything for her grandson. She won’t let you go that easily though.

“I love you, baby.” You mutter as you kiss his temple. You pick him up from the bed and carry him to your room. It won’t matter much, by the morning you’ll be gone. You wonder if he’s beginning to like the nanny better than he likes you simply because he spends so much time with her. The thought does make you feel jealous, so you try to get it out of your head.

At the very least you have to take a vacation with him, go somewhere he really wants to go so you can make more memories together. You don’t want to take the role of his absent mother as well, his father already has that role. Maybe you can take him to the beach before summer is over… That would have to be soon though, fall is just around the corner.

You tuck him into the bed before looking in your drawers for your pajamas and then going to the bathroom to get ready to go to bed. It’s past midnight, and you have to get up early too. You feel so tired yet you know you won’t sleep. The only thought in your mind is Satoru and how he had the audacity to kiss you.

Yet you feel happy. You feel happy because you still deeply care about him even when you try not to. You remind yourself that what he did is wrong since he’s married, even when he acts like he doesn’t care about the marriage. You want no part in whatever the hell is going on there, you’ll be the one that ends up losing if anything happens.

You waste no time doing your nightly routine, cutting some steps since you want to get into bed fast. When you get out of the bathroom, you find Ren sitting up on the bed. He looks around confused, wondering how he ended up in this room. Until he notices you, causing him to get off the bed and run over to hug you. You hug him back, a big smile coming to your face.

“Hi, mommy.” He says. You hadn’t seen him in more than a day, he deeply misses you.

“Hi, Ren.” You answer, you pick him up and carry him back to the bed. “I missed you, baby. I promise we’ll spend a whole entire week together soon.”

“I missed you too.” He responds, his little eyes closing on their own. You tuck him in again, kissing his forehead. You lay down beside him, and you hug him. Thankfully it doesn’t take too long for you to fall asleep.

The next morning you get to work a little later than you’re supposed to, and you’re expected to encounter an enraged Satoru but you don’t care. You’re absolutely done with him, and if he dares to fire you, you’ll leave without a single complaint. The last thing you expect to find there is a vase of white lilies, but that’s what you’re met with. 

You don’t have to think twice about who left them there, you immediately know they’re from Satoru. You still look for a card, and it’s buried within the flowers. You read ‘I’m sorry’ with no name, but you can also tell it’s him since it’s his handwriting. You bury it in the same spot before walking to the office. You knock on the door, and you don’t care to get a response before opening it.

“I was wondering when you’d get here.” Satoru says, looking at you as you walk into the office. You shut the door behind you before asking,

“What was the apology for?” And it feels like an eternity for him to answer the question. You know it’s for the kiss but you want to hear it from him. You need him to assure you that it won’t happen again even if part of you wants it to happen again. 

“For kissing you.” He answers, and you smile at him. When you’re about to thank him for the apology because you didn’t think he’d be mature enough to take this step. But he opens his mouth again, “Even though I don’t regret it.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you’re married, Mr. Gojo.” You can’t believe you have to remind him. You truly thought that the man in front of you would result in a loyal husband, either to you or someone else. You didn’t think he’d stoop so low. “You left me to be with her, and now you want to do that to her with me? You’re ridiculous.”

“I guess you’re right–” He begins and you hate the way he starts his response. You can’t hear the rest before you snap,

“You guess? You have no idea how much you’ve hurt me, Satoru. The least you can do is act like a man and stick by your decision.” You slightly raise your voice at him, not caring that you’re in a work setting because he obviously doesn’t care about it. “Look, I don’t give a shit if you want to cheat on her but keep me out of it. You aren’t going to toy with me.”

“Why are you acting like you didn’t give in? You could’ve pulled away immediately but you didn’t.” He argues, and you sigh. He isn’t wrong, but this isn’t about if you did kiss him back or not. You don’t want this to happen again.

“I was tired and didn’t know what I was doing. You initiated it.” You remind him. Your blood begins to boil, and you didn’t think that you’d be having this argument this morning. You didn’t expect any less from him, you aren’t sure why you’re surprised.

“You knew exactly what you were doing–” He begins but the office door opens, and you both turn your attention to the woman that walks inside. His wife stuns, wearing a long black leather skirt with a red blouse. She smiles when she sees you and then at her husband.

“Sorry, I didn’t see anyone so I welcomed myself in.” Sayo says, and you glare at Satoru. You aren’t thinking straight. You and Satoru exchange a look for a minute before you look back at his wife.

“Your husband kissed me last night.” You tell her, and her brows raise. The moment the words leave your mouth you curse yourself for being dumb enough to tell on him– You know how this situation plays out, and you’ll probably be berated even though you aren’t at fault for it. She looks at her husband and then back at you. 

“Oh… Okay.” She responds. She looks at her husband, and she keeps staring at him. She clears her throat before asking you in a calm manner, “Could you please leave us for a moment?”

You nod before walking out of the office, cursing yourself for even mentioning it. You want to listen in on their conversation, but in the end it doesn’t matter. The feeling of regret slowly washes away though when you take a seat in your chair. You won’t be affected negatively if you’re fired, after all, Mrs. Gojo is the grandmother of your child. She might not like you, but she won’t let it happen. Even if it happens, she has enough to cover for you and your son.

She won’t take Ren from you because she doesn’t want her son to find out about him, so you’re sure that you’re safe. You’ll be okay even if you get fired.

You try to focus on your job while you still have it, looking up every minute or so to see if Sayo walks out of the office. When she finally does, you tense up. She walks over to you, and you expect her to start yelling at you. But she doesn’t. 

“I’m really sorry about him… I have no idea what’s gotten into him.” She apologizes. She looks around for a moment before she lowers her voice, “Could you do me a favor and keep this a secret between us? I don’t want the wrong rumors to spread.”

“Of course, Mrs. Gojo. No worries.” You respond.

“Please call me Sayo, we’re friends.”

Surprisingly enough, Satoru doesn’t need you for the rest of the day. He’s called into a meeting that takes up the entire day, and you’re left to handle everything for the charity event. You can’t verify everything with him, and you choose what you feel is right. Handling all of it alone makes you wonder when you’ll be sent back to work with Shoko, and when Mrs. Gojo will finally get a new secretary for his son. You doubt it’ll happen any time soon.

Most of the afternoon you find yourself staring at the flowers that he left on your desk, and you find yourself indecisive as to what to do with them. They’re beautiful, yet you don’t want them simply because Satoru left them for you.

The fact that Satoru isn’t there, lets you clock out earlier so you can head home to your son. Unluckily for you, just when you’re about to leave, he gets to the office. He leaves the door open so you peek your head in before telling him, “I’m leaving.”

“No. Come inside. We have to talk.” His voice is stern, and while you feel like talking back to him, you feel like you’ve done enough. You’ll just hear him out, and then tell him that you need to drop the subject. What happened last night can’t happen again.

“What is it?” You try to suppress the attitude in your voice but it’s hard to. Luckily for you, he only talks about your job, and he doesn’t bring up the fact that you told his wife that he kissed you. When he verifies everything, he dismisses you.

You rush to the elevator when he does, you don’t want to be there for when he changes his mind. While you wait for the elevator, he walks and stands beside you, but luckily he’s leaving too. You almost choose the stairs to avoid going into the elevator with him, but in the end, you get inside with him.

It’s weird that you’re alone in the lift since so many people are inside it at this hour. But it’s empty now. You stand on opposite sides, and you watch as the elevator doors close. You almost comment on how weird it is to see him leave so early, but you don’t want to initiate any conversation with him.

You glance at each other for a moment, and he clears his throat, putting his hands in his pockets before he shares, “You didn’t get me in trouble, if that’s what you’re wondering. Sayo doesn’t care.”

“What a shame.” You answer, your eyes focused on the tiny screen that tells you which floor the elevator is on. Your response earns a low chuckle from the man. You look at him again, and he’s staring at you.

You look at his eyes, and they immediately remind you of your son. You almost feel guilty as you gaze into his eyes. You’re keeping something so massive from him, something that he wanted as much as you did. You had no way of telling him then, but now he’s in front of you and you choose to keep quiet. You weren’t at fault at first but now you are.

“I’m sorry.” The words slip out of your mouth unintentionally, and of course he doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for. You watch his eyes soften, and he genuinely laughs.

“What? For telling her?” He asks, and you chew on the inside of your cheek, unsure of how to respond. You can’t admit what you’re sorry for. He moves closer to you, close enough for you to touch but he doesn’t. “It’s fine. You did the right thing. I was out of line.”

“That’s nice to hear.” You respond. You stare at each other in silence until the elevator doors open. Before you can walk away he says,

“But I still don’t regret it.”

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Too Far | C.JH

「prompt」 : get out 「pairing」 : bf!jongho x fem!reader 「word count」 : 0.8k

「synopsis」 : when you and jongho had any kind of argument it always ended in a screaming match, however, this time it may have gone too far.

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : cussing, arguments, jongho calls reader clingy, lmk if I missed anything!!!

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It was supposed to be an uneventful night, one where you and Jongho stayed in, ordered takeout and watched whatever movie you both found. That’s how it started, uneventful. Until Jongho suddenly got a call from one of his friends asking if he could come over and help with the new game he got.

You sat on the couch with the remote in your hand, waiting for him to tell San that he would have to come over another night, but instead, you felt your smile drop with your heart when he told him that he would be over in just a few.

Normally, this wouldn’t have bothered you so much besides the fact that both of you have had midterms all week long on top of your part-time jobs. So the amount of time you have seen each other is close to none. You had been looking forward to this all week long, wanting nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend.

“Can’t you go tomorrow? We were just about to start the movie," you asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. Yet it all crumbled when Jongho shook his head while moving towards the door.

“No, he sounded pretty frantic.” His response was short and it only annoyed you more. Why was he so quick to leave when you haven’t seen each other all week besides a few passing glances in the university halls?

Standing from the couch, you made your way over, “Jongho, we haven’t seen each other all week. Why can’t San wait until tomorrow?”

“Dammit, y/n, not everything has to be about you.” He blew up, standing straight and looking at you. The rise in his volume made you jump before anger started to bubble in your gut.

“I’m not trying to make this about me; why is it so wrong for me to want to spend time with my boyfriend, whom I haven’t seen all damn week?” You seethed, tears involuntarily brimming in your eyes as you stared up at him, “or do you just not want to spend any time with me? Is that it?”

Jongho scoffed, “No, I would rather be here than go out in the middle of the night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, confused by his words and actions. His words say that he would rather spend time with you, while his actions say otherwise. Although you wanted to believe his words, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

“Really? Because you seemed so quick to tell San that you were on your way, and for what? A stupid ass game that can easily wait until tomorrow.” You shouted, your anger starting to bubble over the longer you watched him get around to leave. It all just seemed to go in one ear and right out the other, “god, it feels like I’m talking to a fucking brick wall!”

“What do you want me to fucking do, y/n? Turn him down when he’s asking for help?”

“Yes!” You cried, fed up because it felt like you weren’t even looking at the same person anymore. Sure, you both had your fair share of arguments, but you weren’t too sure this was one you’d be coming back from. “He asked for help for a fucking game Jongho; it’s not like his life is on the damn line! He can wait!”

“Oh my god! Pull your head out of your ass, y/n; the world doesn’t revolve around you! If I want to go help my friend in the middle of the night and get out of dealing with your clingy ass, then I will.” He shouted right back at you, and his words hit you like a truck.

Did he really see you as clingy? Is that why he was always so adamant to get away from you? Tears started to roll down your eyes the longer you just stared at him in disbelief. Jongho cursed under his breath as the reality of what he said sunk in and he tried to reach for you, but you were quick to move out of his way.

“Y/n–”

“Get out.” Your voice was steady, but your eyes stayed glued to the ground as tears dripped from your lashes.

“Hold on y/n–”

“I said get out.” You raised your head to meet his eyes, and his heart dropped at the look of anger and hurt on your face. Had he really taken it too far? You raised your hand and pointed at the door with a shaky finger, “If I’m so clingy, then go. Get. OUT!” 

It didn’t matter what Jongho tried to do or say; you intervened every time, telling him to leave until he finally did. This left you to stand in the entryway of your apartment, staring at the now-closed door as tears spilled endlessly from your eyes.

Was this really going to be the beginning of the end of your relationship? Because you weren’t too sure if you would be able to come back from it…

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader/you

WARNINGS: smut. angst, mentions of death

It would take more than steam to calm you down. Or scalding water… or the bubbles…

You wondered if it would ever get old- the worrying…

The unknown.

It should have taken all but six months of being with him to realise how overcome with grief you were when he was sent overseas on classified, top secret missions.

But as the months- years- go by of him nestled against you in bed before being ripped away at the flip of a switch, it became apparent that you would never know the true nature of his K.I.A.

Hopefully that never happened.

You think maybe the bath wasn’t the best choice to release your nerves- a barrel of worst case scenarios…

The only reason why you hadn’t walked out the door of your shared house was just him. The man who you’d met in hospital- him the unwilling patient and you the nurse who had to put up with his bullshit. Truly the worst patient you had ever had, Simon Riley was never the type to accept help- something you’d learn swiftly.

Despite that, you still accepted the advances of this tall, hulking man.

The next day you were in a pub with him, learning he indeed knew how to perform stitches but a Scotsman had abandoned him at the hospital to get medical treatment.

On that first ‘date’, he kissed you. Nothing more nothing less.

After that you didn’t hear from the broad accented man for over a month. ‘Another time getting ghosted’, you thought.

Until he appeared outside your apartment door one day, a skull printed balaclava covering his face. But you knew those big puppy dog eyes, you saw them in your dreams. His lips…

Oh god, you missed his lips. Their heat, how they fitted and curved just how you needed them.

Over that half decade of knowing Simon you had grown accustomed to them being used for more than kissing. That’s why your middle finger grafted circles.

You would be sweating from the molten memories, but the sauna of a bathroom had that covered.

Remembering his taste, his roughness… that intensity of having his whole undivided affection.

Big brown eyes watching you come undone on his tongue, fingers or cock… time and time again. Countless amounts of times.

You didn’t know you were crying or that another hand had replaced yours, rubbing the bundle of nerves, “You couldn’t wait for me t’ get back…” Low, sensual and you slipped lower into the water. Mostly in shock, a tad by being a klutz.

Your heart hammered slow, breath quicker as his body… that perfect, damaged body slipped in behind you. Large hands at either side of your hips, head feeling fuzzy you rested against his broad shoulders as he lifted you onto his bare lap.

How long had he been watching? Clearly enough to strip down, even his mask on the floor.

You attempted to get words out but his thumb over powered you. Teasing your wet core, lapping over that sensitive bud; reading your moans. His cock begging to release its tension. But no thoughts mustered in your head, his fingers- long and thick and scarred- scissoring open that tightness, “You’ve got t’ relax, luvie… so fucking tight…” How could you relax with this soldier behind you?

Your silence spoke as much- you were furious at him. He keeps leaving you for weeks on end and you never know if he’s coming back with his bags or in a body bag… “I didn’t know if you were dead, Si,” that cut through the built up tension with a knife. His actions stopped, his chin leaning on your shoulder. Thumbs patterning the skin of your thighs- numb murmurs of tickles along your flesh. “You didn’t contact me, to let me know you were alright…” The water grew cold, so you stood. His eyes glued to your back, maybe other parts of your body.

Though, you felt colder than the ice. You loved him, would die for him… sometimes you just hated his job, not him.

The night terrors he had when off-duty, holding him for hours on end… knowing you would fall asleep but he never would.

Scars, beautiful as they were, he came home with a new set of them. She turned to him, and it looked like he got caught up in an explosion.

He towered over you, you swore he would make anyone feel tiny but knowing what he can do to you first hand… you were slick again. Even with the new brandish on his V-line, “Grenade? Molotov?” You grabbed for a towel, facing away deliberately. Venom on your tongue.

Warmth spread over your shoulders, tension kneaded away, “Calm down… an’ how’d ya know it was a Molotov?” It was difficult to ignore his intoxicating smile in the mirror. Shoulders swamped by his wider frame, his tattoos brandishing his sleeve. It was impossible to remain fuming at Simon. “‘t was only first degree, no hard shit…”

“You’ve been hanging out with MacTavish too much…”

“Ever try mind readin’?”

“Must’ve to put up with you,” his hand dragged down, back to between your thighs. “Si, I’m-,” you became hoisted up, cradled in his arms. Like he did the day you moved into your house two years ago. “Try eating me out and you’ll lose your neck…”

There you were, mewling his name with your thighs draped over his shoulders. Back flush against the duvet fabric, he looked delicious on his knees. “Tastes like fuckin’ honey,” Barely able to hear him over the drumming in your ears but you always would… like this you were at his mercy- and you both craved it.

He flicked that spot, over and over. Suckling patches of purple onto your apex. Pain that had your nails scraping at his shoulders, up to the shaven underside. Gripping onto the blonde, earning a moan from your soldier. “I fucking need you, Si!” Head thrown back, teeth gritted as you toppled over the edge. His tongue lacing you through the orgasm. Legs akimbo, enough to see those puppy dog eyes glazed over. Caged in lust.

Tongue in a stripped lick, up to your breasts. Distracting from him lining up, “Let me return the favour-,” your efforts strangled. A high pitch moan followed, tears fizzled the corners of your eyes. A straight thrust and you were clinging onto the scars and the muscles at your disposal.

Foreheads joined- maybe for support on his end. Definitely on yours. “I fuckin’ love you…” he hummed against your lips. “I’m finally home…”

[marrycv]

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warnings : mention of sex on strap! fingering reader!receiving. angst, smut, toxic!ellie and addiected!reader. mention of drugs, alcohol. mention of drug addiction, mention of cheating. tell me if i missed anything:)

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the night was cold, colder than the previous ones that you remembered through the dark memories you had in your mind. flawlessly coming back as flashbacks you never meant to remember. it felt like every time, you had to revive that moment. it was so intense, so hurtful, yet so comforting at the same time. ellie was your comfort person, yet the person that made you curl in your bed to cry until your lungs hurt. she was just always playing with your heart that you let it into her hands, already too corrupted to be saved. only her could do something about it. and it wasn’t like she was gonna give it back to you, no her hands, playing with your heart was glued to it, no matter how hard you tried to take it away from her it was impossible, only was doing you and her more damage than ever.

she’d always come home in the middle of the night saying sorry, almost begging for it to finish with her strap deep filling you whole. you moaning her name like a song in repeat, beautiful like poetry while her actions and words were such a dirty sin to remember looking at, yet so good it made you remember why you stayed. you stayed because you’d fall for her words, her charm, the way she made you feel. as it could be with her skilled fingers or with her mouth. words and actions that were only to use your body as her biggest sex toy.

today wasn’t any different, a cold night, ellie knocking on your door to excuse herself under some intoxicating liquid or something else that you probably couldn’t name it. her brain wasn’t functioning like it would’ve.

it was draining knowing what will happen

that you’d wake up lonely again. yearning for more.

that was why she loved being with you, you’d open the door each time she knocked it.

but how could you know itll be her standing in front of it waiting impatiently for you?

in a way you always knew it was her, but you preferred finding an excuse to save yourself from you hypnotized self.

“im sorry yn”

“please leave it always happens like this”

you couldn’t do it tonight. not when last time you saw her was in the arms of another girl a month ago. her excuse was that she looked like you. you and ellie weren’t even together which in a way hurts more than it should’ve, she wasn’t yours, but you needed her to be.

you needed her to love you like you loved her. you needed her to put her life aside like you did for her.

at this point your days looked like laying in bed in a suffocating loop only because of her addiction.

the high was high and the down was a goddamn crash and you couldn’t recover from it only with some help. and it was another dose of her drug that would let you get up from your bed to open the door at 1am, needing that little high of her again.

you knew that when she’d leave, the down would be worse than it was yesterday. and you knew that the high would be less than yesterday too, but you couldnt help but think you needed it more than oxygen.

you couldn’t help but letting her devour the insides of you- quite literally.

she was so dangerous for you, like the nitrogen dioxide, you couldn’t resist to it in every way possible.

you just needed to pass out with the warmth feeling of her embrace, while your lungs and eyes were burning due of crying because of the such negative emotions she’d make you feel and how you got attached to the such rare ones.

“baby i got you flowerssss!!”

“Awwww!! Ellie this is literally so cute im gonna cry!!”

for the next second you two got into an argument and you threw the vase into her face, glass, water and tulips all over her face for reminders that you just figured out that she relapsed. lying to you that she was doing okay all this time.

leading you on.

she was intoxicating herself but it was contagious, and she could never see it.

“im so sorry yn! but i feel worse sober. i dont know what to do!!” she’d yell at you

you’d just fall in the act, like everytime.

you’d just open your arms to wrap her body around you.

but she was Ellie, she was broken, you needed to be here for her even though it meant dying for her.

you’d do anything for her to feel okay.

even though you never did with her.

she was still your whole world, she got your heart… remember?

[saintgoths]

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POSSESSIVE!JOEL X SIREN!READER - WATERSONG.

[PART FIVE TO THE SIREN SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 4,020.

RATING - G+. [mentions of sex, canon typical violence and angst].

SUMMARY - an emergency shift causes the patrol group to clear-out a large number of infected outside of jackson, unaware of how vast the number was going to be, causes a last minute escape that makes people in the group separated and you stuck in the middle of no where with joel, leaving only the both of yours pent up sadness and heartbreak to explode.

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“I think you would like Shiloh,” you contently smiled from the open kitchen, Ellie had currently been in the living room while you had made snacks for the movie you two were about to watch, Ellie had insisted that the both of you should watch Aquamarine due to Cat’s taste in mermaid/siren movies, you had found it cute that Ellie had taken interests of things her girlfriend had liked but you had hoped that Ellie wouldn’t lose a part of herself for the relationship. She was a girl who was interested in action and planet movies, you had an idea to look for a movie that at least had one of those themes.

Uninterested, Ellie had shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t think I would.”

Dramatically, you had pouted at Ellie’s response, during the moment you dragged yourself to the sofa Ellie had sat on, you had slumped the main snack bowl against her lap, Ellie wasn’t someone who ate much, but whenever she was around you, she’d eat an entire horse, mostly to satisfy you, purely because you had noticed the lack of refreshments she would take in, and it upset you. Plus, Ellie didn’t want you to nag her, yet, she had found the snacks you would usually make for her tasty.

“He’s interested in the things you are,” you commented, “he draws and he paints,” you gradually listed, “he draws and paints me every time, after this I’d show you some of the pieces, he’s made of me you’d love it.”

Yet, you’d have to be careful of the pieces you’d show Ellie, aside from some of the Siren art he has made of you, Shiloh had imperceptibly created pieces of you where you had been naked, there had even been a piece where you had your legs wide open and his face between your legs, your cheeks had steadily flustered at the piece of memory. Being with Shiloh was an adventure, it had been two weeks since you two had been together and during those two weeks the both of you had been having endless of sex.

No matter how much Ellie was intrigued by the piece of information, she restricted herself by being bought into Shiloh’s charms and skills. “Joel has been miserable without you.”

Promptly, it was your turn to shrug your shoulders, “it was Joel who broke up with me not the other way round.” Your voice was strong and forward, and Ellie had noticed the bitter look you had on your face during the moment you had turned on the movie, your lips were pressed into a thin line and the hiemal and aloof expression you had on your face had made the young girl inquisitive to what had happened between the two of you.

“Why did you two break up?” Ellie asked, her voice hadn’t been curious but you could tell that she was dying to know.

“There were just some differences,” you replied, your answer short and curt and evidently not enough for the younger girl.

“I feel like you guys are hiding something from me, like there’s something else,” Ellie pleaded, she couldn’t keep her faux uncurious look on her face any longer, Joel had been the same, he was vague about the reason the two of you had broken up and it had drove Ellie insane. She had hated secrets, and currently Ellie had felt like a child between a parent’s petty divorce.

Once more, you had bumped your shoulders, your eyes had been glued to the screen, hopeful that she would drop the subject. “The other information isn’t important.”

Annoyed, Ellie sat up, she was quick to reach for the controller, and once she got her hands on it, she studiously paused the movie. “I deserve to know,” her voice had turned less whiny and had transformed into a tone of strength, you had moved your eyes away from the paused screen and looked at her, your cold eyes slightly melted at Ellie’s upset demeanour. “I deserve to know because I’m used to having the both of you around at the same time.”

“And now I can only be with one of you at a time, and I hate the change.”

Dismal, you had sadly smiled at her argument. “It’s the beginning, so things will be awkward and not go in ways you’d want, but I promise you, it’ll get better,” and after that, you retrieved the controller from the auburn-haired girl to resume the film but Ellie hadn’t been done with her part of the argument.

“It’s been two months.”

Slightly annoyed, you had dropped your shoulders, you had sometimes hated how Ellie could be so adamant as a mule, but there would be moments where you had loved and admired it. “Ellie, I love you, and because I love you so much, there’s going to be some information I’ll have to hold back because I love you.”

Rudely, Ellie had scoffed and covered the both of her hands, hopeless. Clearly, she hadn’t understood your approach but she had assumed that you weren’t going to tell her what she had wanted to know. The truth. “I’ll tell you when you’re older,” you smiled, you had jokingly nudged Ellie who had childishly pouted at what you had just said, but then, you had reached for her hand and pressed her small hand against your lips. “Ellie, do you love me?”

“I do.”

“Then you should understand where I’m coming from, there’s probably some secrets you would never tell me.”

Weakly, Ellie had gleamed, you were right, Joel had made Ellie promise to not tell anyone about her immune bite, she had assumed Joel had also made sure that you were a part of the “anyone”.

“Do you now understand where I’m coming from?” You asked and while Ellie gently pulled her hand away from your clasp, she slowly beckoned her head.

Happy, you had pulled Ellie into an embrace, it hadn’t been a surprise when Ellie jokingly fought you off and the moment you two were ready to watch the movie, the young girl leaned against your body, slightly in crave for the motherly warmth you emitted. “So, will you come to the dinner Shiloh will be at tomorrow?” You had comically fluttered your eyes which caused Ellie to stick her tongue out in disapproval, but the younger female had eventually given in and had agreed that she would attend next day’s dinner.

You had presently completed your weekly trading; people normally came to exchange with you because of the variety of fishes you had and you weren’t really picky or definite about the type of things people would give to you. Aside from eating the chum, people commonly came to you because they wanted fish pets for themselves or for their kids.

It had been early within the day and most people were working within their shifts, you had looked at your small watch and had noted that during this hour was one of the first breaks Shiloh had from his hospital shift, you had recorded that he had already made his way towards you and the second his body was close to your figure, the both of you had brought each other into a kind kiss.

The juncture Shiloh had pulled himself to you, there was a message in his eyes that told you he had something to say. Your eyebrows furrowed as your head had immediately flooded with overwhelming words, perhaps he couldn’t come to the dinner today and Alex had him doing longer shifts, you wouldn’t be surprised if Alex did that, Shiloh had quickly showed that he was an excellent staff member, he was needed.

“There’s an emergency patrol shift,” Shiloh candidly explained, “it’s the same patrol group we were in before, you need to get ready now.”

Irritated you had tucked in your lips, Shiloh briskly apologised to you, he was just informed of this now, if he had known before, he would have told you, but whenever Maria wanted something to happen, it had to come to pass. “We were supposed to have dinner together, Ellie agreed to come as well.”

Hesitant, Shiloh placed his hand against your left shoulder, his gaze sorry. “I’m sorry baby, but Joel and Maria came to terms for it to be now, go home, get your things and come to the gates, everyone else is waiting for you.”

In response, you dramatically huffed ere you peeled yourself from Shiloh’s grip, you carried yourself home to obey his orders. You were quick to pack your things, you had mainly focused on Joel, and on how he had en masse wanted the shift to happen now, you had speculated if Ellie informed Joel of the dinner the three of you were to share today and he used the emergency shift to block the small event, nevertheless, you had tried to push the thought in the back of your mind. Joel wouldn’t have done that, would he?

You had gently cursed in your mind, you had assumed many conclusions that all involved Joel’s intervention to stop the dinner from happening, mayhap your subconscious wanted you to feel that Joel still cared in a way. Still, it was no good thinking that way, the two of you were over and that was final.

It didn’t take long for you to catch up with the rest of the squad, Shiloh had kindly prepared your horse for you, last time, the group didn’t have their horses and Gabriel thought that this time having mares would aid in any abrupt situation. You were given a horse within your third week in Jackson, it was Gabriel that had given the stallion to you, and he informed you that the horse’s name was Mira, which had meant of the Ocean, the name had originated from Sanskrit and the moment he had told you what the name meant you fell in love with her.

Gabriel had informed the squad that a duo who patrolled before had mentioned that there was a large group of infected that had to be cleared out. Of course, the two of them alone couldn’t do it so the best they could do was return to Jackson and warn the leaders.

“Apparently, this might take more than three days,” Shiloh muttered, you had been between Shiloh and Bella, you three were seen as Jackson’s tightest trio or loudest with how terrible the three of you could get when drunk. “The town getting sick for a week probably caused this to happen, no one available to do their shifts so the numbers of infected multiplied.”

You had observed Shiloh wasn’t in the front with Joel and Gabriel; Shiloh had his reasons to be at the back with you and Bella. The first reason was him wanting to look after you considering how you almost died during the previous patrol shift, even though you are someone who could heal faster than everyone else, you weren’t invincible. Yet, the second reason had included Joel, not chiefly because Joel was your ex, it was because Joel had displayed Shiloh a more standoffish and menacing persona of his.

Joel had found out about the secret nights you would share with Ellie, after the fatherly rounds of questioning, the girl had eventually given up and told Joel that every week she’d come over to your home. He wasn’t unhappy about that, nevertheless, the girl had blabbered on about a dinner she was supposed to attend that included both you and Shiloh, and that’s what got Joel upset. First, Shiloh would take you and now he was planning to take Ellie? Joel didn’t mention how he did not want the dinner to happen, and he tried his best to hide the grimace that had wanted to rip his face, the moment Maria informed him of the emergency patrol, the man was happy enough to make sure the clear out happened today, the day of the dinner.

“I don’t think it was a good idea to come with horses,” Bella muttered, she wasn’t that much of a fan of horses but she tried her best to bond with the horse that was given to her.

Compared to you, you had liked horses, along with Shiloh; aside from creating portraits of you, Shiloh liked drawing animals, and since horses were the usual faunas that were seen, he had numerous sketches and paintings of them. “I think it’ll get everything done quicker,” you responded, and calmly, Bella fixed into your comment and stared straight ahead of her.

“How was life before moving to Jackson?” Bella inquired, even though the two of you were close and had shared private information with each other, the red lipped woman had been barely familiar with your history.

You had wondered what had caused Bella to ask now, mayhap it was to kill time since the patrol would take more than a day if Shiloh was correct. “I was travelling most of the time,” you shortly replied in attempt to keep it as vague as possible, during this era, it was odd for someone to travel around America in relations of the infected.

“What brought you to Jackson?”

Slowly you twisted your face towards her, you had wanted to tell Bella so badly that it was because of Joel and Ellie, still, mainly Joel. Silent, you had returned your gaze straight ahead, during the movement, your eyes shyly trailed over the figure of Joel whose back posture sat tall on his horse, Old Beardy, timidly, you had tucked the bottom of your lips behind your teeth, aware that both Shiloh and Bella watched your restrained movements.

“Did you know Joel before you came here?”

It was Shiloh who had asked that, and without turning to face him you had gestured your head. “Yes,” you politely responded, silently apprehensive your hands were tight around the reigns that were strapped around the horse you were on top of. “But don’t worry,” you forcefully smiled, you had quickly washed the inarticulate and jittery feeling that had initiated to build up in your body. “I’m with you now Shiloh.”

Comically, Bella clicked her tongue. “Don’t start being insecure now,” Bella teasingly catered, if she could annoyingly poke Shiloh’s skin, she would, but you had been sandwiched between the two of them, thus Bella couldn’t. In response, Shiloh rolled his eyes to Bella’s teasing and continued on riding his horse along with the group.

As thirty-minutes passed the patrol group had arrived to where the duo who had previously appeared in their shift commented about how this place had much infected that had to be cleared out. Everyone had noticed that there had been shops that had been barely touched, so Gabriel had instructed everyone to get off their horses and begin to look for supplies.

“Be careful!” He carefully asserted as he openly waved his hands to signal everyone to spread out and search for items, and so people were quick to submit to his orders; you had been beside Bella, the two of you too focused on finding rations to speak, but there had been some silent conversation, where you or the other would nudge and point in directions that might have supplies.

Plus, the two of you had to be extra careful if this place had as much as infected the duo implied of. Howbeit, you had believed that the partners that had been here in their previous shift were telling the truth. Whenever a place had a plethora of items, it was usually because there were dozens of undead creatures, hiding and waiting to leap at you within the perfect moment.

Responsively, the short moment of you picking up rations had been a success and you were sure you were going to have stuff aside from fishes to trade when you got back to Jackson. Even if your fish trading was a success you wanted to add something new to your business. When the both of you were assured, you had enough rations to supply till the end of the month or even have rations that could to last for two, the both of you and Bella beckoned your heads at each other to signal that it was right to leave the place.

As the two of you with conviction left the store, a loud slam had startled and jittered the both of you, truthfully, the two of you weren’t spooked because of the loud noise, it was veritably because of the outcome the loud noise had created. The dozens of screeching and scratchy moans that had emitted down the area becoming louder each second.

“Fuck, someone must’ve closed a door recklessly,” you rigidly muttered, your sharp eyes keen enough to see the large horde of infected race towards the sound. Briskly, both you and Bella pulled out your guns, prepared to mow down the infected with the rest of the patrol group.

The group had gathered together, bullets and pistols jumping and bouncing out of the artillery to strike down as much as infected as possible. “I didn’t know there’d be this much!” Gabriel crazily yelled, his voice booming through the crossfire, he had turned to the people and aggressively instructed everyone to go back to their horses and get ready to aim from their mares.

Quickly, people hurried back to their horses and obeyed Gabriel’s command, from the top of their stallions, people were abrupt and agile to shoot down the monsters that had hungrily paced towards them. Luckily, people had mowed down a good number of infected, but it wasn’t enough for them to remain in the same place and shoot, the people had to run and without second thought you had turned your horse and paced it down to the safest place; the echo of another horse followed you down the forest you and your horse entered, but your mind was too focused on survival to look behind to check who it was.

Withal, the second you were sure you had reached a safe place you had gently urged Mira to slow down and stop. You didn’t know how long you had been on top of Mira, but you had to make sure that your horse could relax, along with the person behind you.

As you turned around, your eyes examined the person who paired themselves with you, Joel. You hadn’t said anything to him, you didn’t want to, this wasn’t the time to complain so all you did was turn your body so the back of your head could face him and so you could drown your mind to focus on surviving the night.

You were a Siren, so you had the ability to not get as tired or as hungry as quickly compared to humans, you had the skill to continue the quest of returning back to Jackson, but for now, Joel couldn’t. The forest you and Joel had found yourselves in was vast, Joel had still been tired and he wished he could joke about how he was turning into an old man so you could reassure him like you would before, but there was a look on your face that made him hesitant to speak, perhaps it was his inner self calling him a coward, he had thought he had always been a coward, especially with how frightened he was when he found out what you actually were.

You had avoided his look, but you could feel the way his eyes burnt into your skin.

“What are your plans after this?”

He had finally broken the silence; the silence had been so awkward that you had wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. Even though you had been bitter that it was Joel who paired himself with you, there was an itch in your soul that was actually glad you were with him.

In response, you had scoffed, you didn’t say anything but had targeted your eyes towards the ground, you had currently rested your back against one of the trees, your legs pressed against your chest and your backpack laid lazy beside you.

“Right, sorry,” he whispered, and as kickback you had looked further away from him. “How’s your relationship with Shiloh?”

“My relationship with Shiloh doesn’t concern you,” you brutally answered, his audacity to inquire your relationship with Shiloh, had sparked an anger inside of you, briskly, you eventually turned to look at him, your eyes sharp and narrow. “You’re such a dick,” you spat.

“You’re right.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“You’re right.”

Frustrated you had brought your hands to your eyes, balked to why he didn’t feel as intense as you, however, that was thing about being a Siren, you might take time to get tired or hungry, but when it came to emotions, they came quick and you felt them, fiercely. “I hate you.”

“You’re lying.”

Angrily, you rolled your eyes, as you had wiped your waterworks to get rid of your bitter but heartbroken tears, you once again turned away from him.

“I was scared,” Joel truthfully spoke, “I was shocked to learn what you were and I couldn’t control my emotions.”

“How was I supposed to react? Learning that my lover was half fish?”

By the tone of his voice, you could tell it wasn’t a rhetorical question, Joel had candidly wanted to know your answer. “I’m not your lover,” you responded, your tone harsh and brutal.

“If I could turn back time and change the way I had reacted I would,” Joel candidly responded, “but I can’t. But if you just give me the chance to make it up to you, I would.”

“You don’t need to make it up to me anymore, I’m with Shiloh now.”

“Figured.”

His speech had been forward and crude, you’d be stupid if you couldn’t tell Joel was sour at the fact that you were together with Shiloh, but you had kept it to yourself, your chin had rested against the top of your knees and you had pushed the bottom of your lips behind your teeth. Mayhap it was your pride that didn’t allow yourself to grant Joel the path to make it up to you, or it was the fact that you knew your worth. Yet, it wasn’t like being with Joel had taken any value from you, you were a Siren, your worth had pierced into the sky and nothing could change that.

“Do you wonder how Shiloh would react when he finds out you’re a Siren?”

Hastily, you glanced at Joel ere you returned your gaze to the floor. “He already knows.”

Shocked, Joel scoffed, your comment shocking enough to pull the man up to his feet. “He already knows?” He thoroughly repeated as he walked himself towards you, “are you willing to tell everyone in your life what you are? Willing to put yourself in danger?”

You shook your head, “no,” you responded, your body posture full of defence. “He knew before I could even tell him and he accepted me right away. He loves what I am and he doesn’t make me feel shitty about myself.”

“How did he find out?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“I just want to make sure your safe.”

Over it, you jeered at his comment. “It’s a little too late for you to play protective boyfriend, Joel,” you painstakingly commented, your blunt words were like fire to him and you could tell your backtalk had hurt him with the way his eyes dulled in dismal. “I don’t need your protection; I can protect myself, and Shiloh would never hurt me.”

Once again Joel opened his mouth persistent to speak, but you had enough of his unwanted security. You didn’t want to speak to him and you didn’t want him to speak to you. “Stop it,” you thoroughly ordered, “just go back to your seat and get some sleep, we need to focus on returning to Jackson, and when we get back, we can go our separate ways, you stay out of my life and I stay out of yours.”

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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 11

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Chapter Song Inspiration: "Seven Nation Army" - Stevie Howie

Chapter Warnings: Idiots talking about their feelings.

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Chapter 11: Talkin' to Myself at Night

The night of what she’d started referring to as “the incident” in her mind, Fallon didn’t sleep. Her mind was too busy. It was one thing to imagine her boyfriend and ex-boyfriend kissing, or imagine herself as the middle portion of a vampire and sorcerer sandwich, but it was another entirely for those fantasies to become a reality. Add in the fact that “the incident” in question occurred without her consent, and Fallon was left feeling truly unsure of how she felt, or if coming to some sort of arrangement with Astarion and Gale was something she even wanted anymore. 

Fallon felt betrayed, and not just by Astarion. Gale swore that he never wanted to hurt Fallon again, and it took him less than a month to break that promise. Not only that, but once upon a time, Gale told Fallon that he was only interested in monogamous relationships. Fallon also knew that if the situation were reversed, and she were the one kissing Astarion without Gale’s consent, that Gale probably would have broken up with her on the spot upon catching them. The hypocrisy was rampant, and the hole in her heart that began to fill after rekindling her friendship with Gale was leaking again because of it. All of the reasons Fallon told herself that she couldn’t open her heart to Gale again (beyond the sexual relationship with Gale and Astarion she’d already fantasized about) were completely validated less than twenty-four hours after she’d even realized it was something she might want.

Then there was Astarion: the man who’d seen how fragile her heart was, glued the pieces Gale broke back together, promised to take care with it, and then promptly dropped it on the ground to shatter at the first opportunity. When she first met Astarion, he’d been all honeyed words of affirmation with a perfectly crafted persona to entice Fallon and the rest of their companions into trusting him as a method of survival. Was that still all she was to the vampire? A means to an end to ensure he survived another day? Had Astarion been playing the long con this whole time, and Fallon fell for it? Deep down, Fallon knew this wasn’t true; that Astarion loved her fiercely and genuinely. However, the logical part of her that knew this was currently being completely overpowered by her insecurities and anxieties, both of which were screaming at her for being stupid enough to trust that Astarion would keep his promise. 

It all hurt, and the thing Fallon hated the most was that the person she would normally go to when she was hurting was the source of her pain. She thought about using her sending stone to contact Shadowheart, or Karlach, but Fallon could hear her friends’ voices in her mind already. 

Shadowheart would tell her to go home– to go back to Baldur’s Gate and leave the vampire and the sorcerer to suffer the consequences of their actions and reflect on what they lost simply because they forgot to use their brains. “If they’re stupid enough to make that mistake, then they deserve each other, and certainly do not deserve you.”   

Karlach, on the other hand, would probably jump straight to murder. Murder wasn’t usually Karlach’s go-to method of solving problems. Unless, of course, someone she cared about got hurt. With how happy-go-lucky Karlach was most of the time, it was easy to forget that the tiefling-turned-illithid once served in Zariel’s army, and that she killed a lot of people on Zariel’s behalf. “Say the word, soldier, and I’ll meet you in Waterdeep, sneak up on them in an alley, and make their deaths look like an accident.”  

The solutions her friends would likely offer Fallon were not actually reasonable, or helpful, because they were just different forms of taking the easy way out, of running away from her problems. In the end it wouldn’t solve anything, and the person that was most likely to suffer most would still be Fallon. After all, how she felt about Astarion hadn’t suddenly changed in the wake of everything. How she’d started to feel about Gale again hadn’t gone away. Walking away from the two halves of her heart would do nothing but break her further. 

At the end of the day, Fallon wanted to give Gale and Astarion the benefit of the doubt. She wanted to believe that “the incident” had been as unexpected and unplanned as they said it was. She wanted to believe that Astarion and Gale actually cared as deeply for her as they claimed. 

Most importantly, she wanted them , and at the end of a sleepless night into a restless morning, that was where Fallon’s mind landed. The men who claimed to love her so deeply would get a chance to prove their love, but she would make them work for it. There would be no glossing over their infidelity and jumping right into a conversation about what being “together” as a threesome would look like. No, she fully intended to make the vampire and the sorcerer squirm, and to sit with the consequences of their actions for a while; to make them see earning her forgiveness was not as simple as saying “Sorry, it was an accident, we love you!” 

Fallon slipped out of the inn in Daggerford as soon as she was certain the shops were open, and purchased her own tent, as she had no intention of sharing one with Astarion for the next three days while they made the final leg of their journey to Waterdeep. Fallon knew herself, and having Astarion that close would increase the opportunity for her to have a moment of weakness, to fold too soon. 

When she returned to the inn with her new tent slung over her shoulder in a bag, Astarion and Gale were in the tavern, where the latter was eating breakfast. Astarion noticed her enter the tavern first, and he nudged Gale, nodding in Fallon’s direction. Gale looked at Fallon hopefully as she made her way towards the table. Fallon did not sit down as she observed the two men. They both looked tired, and Fallon did not even feel bad about the fact that knowing they slept like shit too brought her a little bit of joy. 

“I’ve decided I’ll be sleeping in my own tent for the next couple of days.” She explained, acknowledging the bag over her shoulder. Astarion’s eyes flickered sadly as he realized they were not forgiven yet, and that his actions would cost him more than a single night without Fallon in his arms. 

“What you did, what it means…Quite honestly, just looking at the two of you hurts. You don’t get to treat me like that and expect me to carry on like nothing happened, even if the idea of the three of us being an “us” is something I want to talk about. I refuse,” Fallon’s voice was cold, and she could feel her throat threatening to close up as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Gods dammit, she was not going to cry in the middle of the fucking tavern. She furiously blinked back her tears, averting her gaze from Astarion and Gale since looking at them was just making it worse. “I need more time. When I’m ready to talk, I’ll come to you. Be ready to leave in an hour.” She did not stick around to see them silently nod their heads as they agreed to her terms, or the way that they guiltily looked at each other because they made her cry (again). 

Fallon did not speak to Gale or Astarion unless absolutely necessary for the next three days. In fact, a passerby would have assumed that somebody had cast a Silencing spell over their group, with how quiet their journey from Daggerford to Waterdeep was. Fallon’s silent treatment made Gale and Astarion hesitant to even speak to each other in her presence, and while Fallon hadn'tt asked them to do that, if they wanted to deprive themselves of verbal communication until she was ready to speak to them both as some form of self-punishment, she also wasn't going to correct them.

At night, after she retired to her tent for the evening, Fallon often heard them talking to each other in hushed tones as she drifted off to sleep. Each conversation was entirely about her, how terrible they felt for hurting her so badly that she was still ignoring them, and when they thought she would speak to them again. 

“I didn’t think it was possible for her to be quiet for this long,” Gale muttered to Astarion on the eve of the third day. “How much longer do you believe this will last?”

“I’m not sure, but if she didn’t deign to speak to us for another fortnight, would you blame her? I consider us lucky that she’s even considering speaking to us again at all,” Astarion countered, sighing heavily, and Fallon smiled softly to herself as she listened. “We’ll reach Waterdeep tomorrow, so maybe she’ll be ready to talk once we get to your tower?” 

“I hope so,” Gale said wistfully. “Speaking of which, I got a hold of Tara. Everything should be ready when we arrive.” 

“Excellent. Gods, I hope this works. I wouldn’t blame Fallon for ignoring us for another fortnight if she wished, but that doesn’t mean I want her to. I didn’t realize it was possible to miss someone you see every day.” 

Though Fallon could have guessed that Astarion missed her (probably Gale, too) by the way they looked at her whenever she’d grant either of them any brief acknowledgement in the last three days, it was still nice to hear the vampire say it out loud. Giving Astarion and Gale the silent treatment had been harder for Fallon than she thought it would be, because every time she acknowledged them, the hopeful look on their faces, the optimistic thought that, perhaps, the worst of her hurt and anger might be over, nearly broke her resolve. Not speaking to them unless absolutely necessary had also made Fallon miss them , too. By the time they rode through the city entrance to Waterdeep, the deepest parts of the hurt Fallon felt because of their actions had passed. The pain wasn’t completely gone, but the idea of talking to Gale and Astarion about it didn’t reduce her to tears anymore. That was Fallon’s internal sign that she was ready for this conversation, and perhaps, to begin down the path to forgiveness. 

The City of Splendours was just as beautiful as the name would suggest, and Fallon was actually starting to think that Gale had somehow managed to undersell his hometown. She couldn’t help but watch Gale’s face as he took in the city as they passed through the streets. Fallon couldn’t remember the last time she saw Gale look so happy. In fact, Fallon wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever seen Gale as happy as he was in that moment. 

Gale looked back at Fallon, still beaming as they rode beside each other. “If you’ll allow me to take the lead, I will escort us to my tower.” She nodded, pulling back on her horse’s reins slightly so Gale could pass, and even that small acknowledgement made Gale’s smile so much brighter. Of course, finding Gale’s tower wouldn’t have exactly been difficult even if she and Astarion had been on their own. The ornate tower was centrally located, and arguably one of the tallest buildings she could see. To her surprise, there were people waiting to take their horses to a nearby stable when they arrived, and a small bit of sadness filled Fallon as she kissed her own horse’s nose for the final time, at least until they returned. It wasn’t like the horses could go through the portal to Asha with them, and no matter how long they remained in Waterdeep, Fallon had a feeling they’d mostly walk. 

The quiet filling the air as Fallon, Gale, and Astarion entered the landing level of Gale’s tower was a different kind of silence to the one they’d been sitting in for the last several days. Fallon and Astarion were in too much awe to speak, and Gale was just so happy to be home that he looked like he was trying not to cry. “It’s beautiful, Gale.” Fallon said softly as they ascended the stairs to the next level, where Tara was waiting for them in the sitting room. 

“Mr. Dekarios! It is so lovely to see you sir, you’re looking much better than you were the last time I saw you– even if you still haven’t shaved that horrid thing on your face. Nice to see you both again, too.” Tara greeted them. 

“Hi Tara.” Fallon giggled, not able to help herself. She remembered Gale lamenting about how much the tressym hated his long hair and scruffy face, but Gale liked it, so it stayed. Fallon liked it, too, so she was glad that Gale’s companion hadn’t managed to bully him into getting rid of it.

Gale sighed, but the smile on his face never faded as he shook his head at Tara. “It’s lovely to see you as well, Tara. I’ve missed you,” he squatted down so he could scratch beneath the tressym’s chin. When he stood again, he clapped his hands together. “Is everything in order?”

Tara hopped onto the back of the sofa. “Everything is in order and still on schedule,” she confirmed, and Fallon looked back and forth between Gale and Astarion with a curious look on her face. “Is what in order?” It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Tara was referring to whatever plan Astarion and Gale concocted to get back in her good graces, but there was a schedule? 

Astarion removed his facial covering now that they were indoors again, and he gave her a sly look in reply. “You’ll find out soon enough, darling, but I’m afraid you’ll need to remain in the dark just a bit longer.”

Gale’s look matched Astarion’s, and suddenly Fallon found herself regretting putting the two of them in a situation to conspire against her. “Indeed. On that note, I’m afraid we have to kick you out for a bit,” Fallon frowned as Gale continued. “Not to worry, though! Tara has agreed to act as your guide while you explore the city”

Fallon opened her mouth to argue– she’d really been looking forward to just taking a bath and mentally preparing herself for the conversation she intended to have with the vampire and the sorcerer standing before her; but before she could say anything, Astarion cut her off as he reached into his pocket for a small satchel that had the telltale jingle of coin inside, offering it to her. “I realize we’ve not given you much of a reason to trust us recently, but I promise you won’t regret it. Please.” His eyes were soft and pleading, the closest to a puppy-eyed expression Fallon had ever seen Astarion make. Gale was already rubbing off on him. 

If they really went this far out of their way to plan something for her, the least she could do is play along. Fallon let out a resigned sigh and nodded. “Lead the way, Tara.” She gestured to the door and relief washed over Gale and Astarion’s faces, the latter looked like he’d kiss Fallon if she let him. The tressym hopped down from the back of the sofa and made her way towards the door. “This way, miss Fallon.” Fallon nodded in goodbye to Astarion and Gale, smiling softly at them, and she followed Tara out. 

Once back outside the tower, Tara hopped up onto Fallon’s shoulder, causing the elf to let out a noise of surprise. “Forgive me, miss Fallon, it’s just easier to travel like this– I fear you’d lose me rather quickly otherwise. Our first stop isn’t far.”

“First stop?” Fallon asked warily.

“Oh yes, this is a multiple-stop outing, miss Fallon. Astarion and Mr. Dekarios gave me explicit instructions.”

“Why am I suddenly nervous?” Fallon mused as she weaved through the streets of Waterdeep, Not a single passerby seemed to be surprised to see a tressym sitting on her shoulder, which meant things like this were just…normal here. She followed Tara’s instructions as she took in her surroundings. 

Fallon didn’t know why it surprised her so much, but their first stop was a bookshop. She should have known, since this was an outing at least half-planned by Gale Dekarios. The shop was quiet, with only around twenty or so other patrons milling about and browsing books. “Hello, Norbert!” Tara greeted someone as they entered. The halfling sitting on a high top stool behind the counter looked up from his book, and as soon as he saw Fallon and Tara, his face brightened. “Ah, Tara! I was wondering when you’d be by. Let me go grab your order.” 

The halfling slid from his stool and disappeared into the back of his shop. “Tara, did Gale send me out with you to run his errands?” She laughed.

“Technically, yes, but also no. We’re not here for an order for Mr. Dekarios.”

Confusion etched across Fallon’s features. “Are we running your errands?” 

“Goodness, I thought Mr. Dekarios said you were a bright woman,” the tressym chastised, and Fallon frowned. “He placed an order for you, dear.” 

Fallon’s face immediately softened, and her heart swelled in her chest. Of course Gale would use books as a means of re-gaining favor with someone. The halfling returned with a small stack of books in his hands, and Fallon immediately recognized the book on the bottom of the stack just from its spine. She waited patiently for the halfling to set the books on his counter before touching them. “Here you are, all present and accounted for.” 

Fallon reached for the books and began scanning the titles– the first three were all romance novels, but the last book in the stack made Fallon gasp. It was a first edition copy of the book about the boy wizard. How had Gale managed to find this? The book was printed almost twenty years ago. Fallon carefully opened it, and a folded piece of parchment slipped out, fluttering to the floor. Tara jumped onto the counter as Fallon bent down to retrieve it, and she realized it was a note, addressed to her. Fallon unfolded the parchment and recognized the neat, precise script with which it was written. 

“ Dearest Fallon, 

As you know, when we met, one of the first things that drew me to you was our shared love of literature. Once upon a time I recommended three romance novels to you, and promised to procure copies for you after we saved the world. These are a bit delayed on delivery, seeing as we saved the world two years ago at this point, but I do hope you enjoy them all the same. I’d planned on taking you to this shop to purchase copies for you once we arrived in Waterdeep anyway and then, well, you know what happened. 

You’ve obviously read the last one in the stack, but you mentioned Astarion has been hogging your copy, so I had Norbert find another for you. Admittedly, I was quite surprised when he told me that he had a first edition copy in his stockroom! What a treasure, indeed, just like its new owner. 

I realize that it might seem like I am trying to buy your forgiveness, but I can assure you that is not the case. I would have bought them for you anyway, because you deserve to start doing things you enjoy again, after spending so long sacrificing yourself and your needs for the greater good. Though I do look forward to (hopefully) hearing your thoughts on the romance books once you’ve finished them. They’re quite riveting. 

Yours, 

Gale”

Fallon’s smile grew wider and wider as she read Gale’s not. The sorcerer might not have been trying to buy her forgiveness, but it was definitely helping. “Thank you, Norbert. These are lovely. I can’t wait to read them.” 

The halfling beamed at her. “Enjoy! Gale has excellent taste, so I doubt you’ll be disappointed.”

Tara jumped back onto Fallon’s shoulder. “Tara, do we have time for me to browse for a bit, to see if I find anything else I might like?”

“We do! Mr. Dekarios had a feeling you might want to browse,” Tara confirmed, and Fallon smiled. “He said to tell you to pick out whatever you’d like, and Norbert will put it on his tab.”

Of course Gale had a tab at his local bookshop, Fallon was not even surprised. She spent the next half-hour browsing the shelves and managed to limit herself to two additional books. After all, Gale already bought her four and she didn’t want to seem like she was taking advantage of his kindness (and his desire to get back on her good side). With her books stashed in her bag of holding, Fallon exited the shop and looked around. “Where to next, Tara?” 

The next shop they visited was a dress shop, and Fallon did not even need to ask which man instructed Tara to bring her here. Just as Norbert had, the elven woman running the shop recognized Tara, and she immediately greeted them both with a bright smile as she pulled a note out of a drawer on her side of the counter. Once again, the note was addressed to Fallon and was written in a familiar, elegant script.

“Fallon, my love,

I believe I still owe you a new dress after ruining yours at the Winter Solstice. The shop has your measurements, and I told them what colors you prefer, so they hopefully pulled a few things already. I look forward to seeing whichever breathtaking option you choose.

I love you.

xx,

Astarion”

Even the notes they’d each written for her were entirely in character. Gale’s verbosity extended even to paper, while Astarion was right to the point, and each note left Fallon’s heart stuttering in her chest. Sure enough, as Fallon pocketed the note from Astarion, the shopkeeper had walked across the shop to a small rack of dresses separate from everything else. Fallon smiled at the assortment of dark blue, burgundy, and black dresses that hung there. “Tara, I don’t suppose you know if there’s a specific occasion I should be shopping for, or if I’m simply just to choose any dress that suits my fancy?” 

“I’ve been instructed to tell you that there are plans this evening for which you might want to have a new dress but, and I quote, 'she could show up wearing rags off the floor of the Elfsong Tavern and she’d still look beautiful, so it doesn’t matter.' ” 

Fallon snorted with laughter. Even Tara’s delivery of the instructions sounded like Astarion. “Well alright then.” 

There was a stool next to the rack of clothing, and Tara jumped onto it and sat down. “While I am not privy to all of the details, Mr. Dekarios alluded to the…transgressions he and Astarion committed together. As a result, he and Astarion are now both desperate to prove how much they care for you, and are equally as desperate to earn your forgiveness,”

“Well that’s certainly one way of putting it.” Fallon hummed as she began to examine the dresses on the rack before her with intent.

“So, miss Fallon, if I may make one tiny suggestion? One female to another?” There was a mischievous tone in Tara’s voice that piqued Fallon’s curiosity, and she tore her gaze from the dresses to look at the tressym.

“Let’s hear it.” Fallon agreed.

“Make them crawl.” 

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Mayncient Day 18: Oath

Eos stared up at the stage before her with pride burning in her chest, her gaze glued to the man who owned her heart. There he stood, for all the star to see, practically the entirety of Amaurot gathered before him - and for good reason. It wasn’t often that a seat was vacated in the Convocation, and while that was always cause for celebration, this particular ceremony carried much more prominence, as never before had the previous Seat been present to pass their mask off to their successor. 

Azem- or, rather, Venat’s choice to not give herself back to the star had stirred quite a controversy - and truthfully, Eos suspected that was the true reason why the majority of the crowd had gathered before them that day. 

Yet some part of her couldn’t help but feel… a pang of sadness, a bittersweet melancholy stirring within her chest. For while she was proud beyond words for Helios earning the Seat of Azem, she knew, in a sense, the man she’d fallen in love with would be no more. Gone would be her silly, carefree Helios, instead replaced by the burden of responsibility that came along with his new name and title. 

Azem… 

It would take some getting used to, that much she knew for certain. 

She watched as Venat stepped forward, lowering her ornate, red mask from her face and holding it aloft to her protege. Helios gingerly grasped it, donning it upon his head and turning back to the crowd, the applause near deafening. 

Eos couldn’t help but grin, her smile only widening as Azem met her gaze through his mask, he himself beaming down at her, the feeling of pride in her chest burning hotter and hotter by the moment. For there were none more deserving of the Seat of Azem than he, none more selfless and caring and adventurous… No, Venat had chosen her successor well, that much, Eos could say with certainty. 

Her gaze never faltered from his as the crowd slowly dispersed, yet still she stood, waiting as Azem exchanged words with his peers before making his way off the stage. And then she suddenly found herself swept into his arms as the man practically bounded towards her, picking her up and swinging her excitedly in a circle. 

“Helios!” Eos gasped, nervously squirming in his hold. “I- I mean, Azem, I-”

“No, my love,” Azem snorted, “to you, I will always be your Helios.” With that, he set her back on her feet just long enough to claim her lips against his - and though they were in the middle of the street, though all eyes were upon them, she still gave in to his touch, bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck. 

And his actions only served to prove that… he was right. Though his title had changed, though his duty to the star had changed, he had not. He was still the man she knew and loved, and, she hoped, he always would be. 

“Your behavior seems ill-fitting for your new rank, Azem.” 

The two pulled apart suddenly at the sound of the familiar voice, yet Helios’ arms never left her waist, just as hers never left his neck, the both of them turning their heads to glare at the surly, silver-haired man approaching. 

“Oh, lighten up, Hades,” Helios snorted. “Is this not a moment of celebration?”

Though Hades merely glared at the two, the man beside him brought his hand to his mouth to poorly conceal a grin.

“I suspect the two of you will have done plenty of celebrating already,” Hythlodaeus chuckled - and, well, Eos couldn’t exactly say he was wrong. 

“And I have no plans to finish yet.” Meeting Eos’ gaze once more, Helios lifted his hand high above his head, giving a snap - and transforming his simple, black robe to an ornate purple one, adorned with black, leather belts and golden fittings, leaving Eos to gasp, both at the beauty and the absurdity of it. 

“Azem…” 

The man pointedly ignored Hades’ protest, giving another snap and replacing Eos’ robe with a matching garment, only hers shone a gorgeous, deep crimson. Such things were unheard of, of course. Unthinkable. Yet she found herself grinning from ear-to-ear - and whether that was because of their new outfits, or because of Hades’ exasperated sigh, she couldn’t quite say.

“You will be the death of me, Azem…” 

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Trainwreck (OC fiction) - Part 4

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It was a nightmare. It had to be.

Her throat felt weird, closed up. Joyce wasn’t too sure she would be able to speak. The shame, the embarrassment at having been fooled didn’t leave her. It upset her empty stomach, but she tried her best to show a confident front. She doubted she was successful.

“Flirting never hurt anyone, huh?” Roman said, tilting his head to the left, his big blue eye never once leaving hers. It was the first thing he said after what felt like an interminable silence between them.

They had both decided to skip their next period to talk about what just happened after the blond – Alma – left them alone, Roman had begged Jo to let him explain, and she’d been too dumb-struck to refuse. She followed him inside their building, walking towards a free bench. It was the last place on earth where she wanted to be right now. She felt ready to explode, and the surrounding noise, and hustle, and the stifling heat made it worse. If she was going to cry, she wanted it to be in private, not in the middle of a university hall.

It had been a dangerous game to go and flirt with this boy, because despite his shy acting, Jo knew he wasn't even half as much so as he tried to make her think. He had always met her teasing head on, there was no denying he knew how to talk to girls. God, had had eyes, he knew what he looked like, droopy eyelid or not, he was a catch – and he was aware.

He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and there was no doubt to her that he had done it before - the crippling feeling of being used and thrown aside like a tissue weighed on her small shoulders, and crushed to dust the impression of being special to him.

But the worst thing wasn’t even that she was played by this guy. The worst part was that she felt cheated on, but in reality, she was the other woman. Alma should have been mad, not her.

Had he… done this on purpose? Did he want to humiliate her? Was it a game to him? Did it amuse him to lead her on, knowing it was never going to amount to anything? Jo just didn’t know anymore, she couldn’t think straight with him staring at her so intently.

            Eventually, she realized he had asked her a question. She cleared her throat before speaking.

“Sure, no harm done,” she croaked out pitifully. She smiled as her fingers mindlessly played with the fraying edge of her wool sweater. She wanted to scream. She ground her teeth together and breathed slowly. She might not walk out of here with her heart in one piece, but she would walk out with whatever dignity she had left.

Sounding like she believed what she just said was a lot more difficult than expected. To some extent he was right - flirt was an art to practice at will with whoever consented and played along. But in this particular case, somebody had been hurt and that was her. She hadn’t known the details of their contract, hadn’t realized it was all there would ever be between them.

Finding out about his girlfriend was like being hit by a truck at full speed and then getting stomped over by an angry mob. The feeling was an overall unpleasant one to say the least. Joyce’s eyes were glued to her lap. She could not look up. She could not meet his eyes and keep it together.

“You don't sound convinced,” he noticed, sighing deeply.

“Oh, don’t I?!” she couldn’t help but snap. Good. Better to be angry than sad. She could deal with anger.

He regretted lying, he didn't know what possessed him when he forgot to mention that he already was in a relationship. But to his defense, it genuinely took him aback when a cute girl like her sat down next to him on the train and so straightforwardly hit on him.

“I'm sorry, I should have told you, I just-“ he started, feeling the sudden urge to justify his action but finding none. “Förlåt. I'm just sorry, Jo. I don't know what else to say, scream at me if you want or throw your coffee in my face,” he suggested.

She honestly hated the fact that it made her smile but she couldn't suppress the treacherous grin before it spread her lips. Her coffee was cold, what would be the point in throwing it in his face?

“Don't tempt me, you fool.” She shushed him by a gesture of her hand. “And yeah, it would have been nice to mention that. Would have spared me from looking like an idiot when she came to say hello.”

It was a huge understatement and he was perfectly aware. His smile dropped at the bitterness in her tone. At least he had the decency to be embarrassed of his behavior. Of course, she had blushed too when this all-legs and gorgeous blond-haired girl came up and started kissing him like she wanted to suck out his soul. Jo puked a little in her mouth.

“Jo...” The tips of his fingers brushed over her knuckles and she immediately let go of her sweater and pulled her hand into a fist. He stopped touching her right away. “I was in a bad place that day and you were- you are so nice and easy-going that I just couldn't bring myself to say it, it felt a little too good to be true that the beautiful girl I saw at the train station every week for a year now came and talked to me.”

Sucking in her cheeks, Jo tried very hard not to show that he got to her. If there actually was a manual explaining how to properly apologize to a girl even though you lied about being single and flirted with her for four months, Roman must have read it. A year. That thought gave her vertigo. She hadn’t noticed him up until that day their gazes caught.

“I know I shouldn't have done it and I sincerely regret it. I hope you can forgive me.”

And if there was anything to add, now it was done. For a split second she seriously considered throwing her coffee to his annoying, flawless face. Swallowing down her fit of anger, offered him her most convincing smile and told him she would get there eventually. Being angry at someone because they behaved badly was something but staying mad at them because she was stubborn and hurt in her pride was idiotic. Roman must have had his reasons, she had learned to know him and had come to the conclusion that he was a pretty decent guy. He was only human, and as far as she recalled, she didn't remember asking if he had a girlfriend.

God, she was disgusted by how badly she wanted to forgive him and realize it was all one big misunderstanding. She needed to leave now before she did something she would regret later – really regret, not just write a fucking poem.

“If it's any comfort to you, just know that I'll probably get lectured tonight and most definitely also get punched,” he attempted to joke, rubbing his cheek as if in anticipation, but Jo’s jaw remained tense and the lump in her throat grew two sizes bigger. What kind of spell was she under? “I know you want to punch my teeth out right now - I can see it in your eyes. Please don't look at me like that,” he practically begged, sounding pitiful.

“How am I supposed to look at you Roman?” she asked. It wasn’t rhetorical either, she wanted an answer.

The question was a simple one yet she honestly didn't have a clue. She switched from angry to sad to forgiving and then mad again. Jo needed to leave and have a good night of sleep - or at least a good night of staying awake and staring at the ceiling - to think it through.

“Like before?” he suggested, unconvincingly. He pushed his beanie back and combed his hair with his fingers in unease.

It wasn't every day that he found himself stuck between two girls who both liked him. At least, Jo did like him before finding out about his major screw up. He found himself hoping she still did, even after that. She made him feel so alive, he had forgotten she was also her own person, with her own feelings. Of course this would hurt her, it was inexcusable.

“And how is that?” she asked, an edge of hysteria in her voice. “Like you’re a handsome stranger I finally worked up the courage to talk to? Like I’m looking forward to seeing you every day because I never get tired of your company? Like I’m hoping you’ll ask me out soon?” Her voice cracked a little at the last sentence but she kept a hushed tone. “I can’t Roman, I-“ She closed her mouth, thinking about what she was going to say next. “Just- why didn't you say it? Do you think I would have stopped talking to you?”

“I don't know!” Roman burst out, not knowing what to say that hasn't already been said. “I wish I could take it back, Joyce. I do. If I could make it right, I would do it in a heartbeat. I swear, I never meant to do you dirty.”

“I believe you.” She bit down on her lips. “God, this is so awkward!” She hid her face behind her hands.

She had been flirting with him shamelessly for the past months and now that she knew he was taken and that she looked back on the events, she felt completely and utterly embarrassed of her behavior. No matter how much of a bitch his girlfriend might turn out to be, it was gross of her and inexcusable to hit on some other girl's man.

“It's petty to think that but I do hope she is not as nice as she looks because it would make me feel a lot less guilty if I knew she was a bitch,” Joyce confessed.

Roman couldn't help the smirk stretching his face at her words, his glorious face suddenly lighting up. She cursed herself for looking up right as he looked at her like that. “I won’t venture on this territory,” he admitted. “Come and meet her if you want to judge for yourself.” Jo’s eyes practically popped out of her head and he noticed. “You say you feel guilty,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Well, why don't you meet her and explain that you didn't know?”

Suddenly, the air around them was electrical, almost sizzling with tension. That was the single most awful idea she had ever heard. Yet somehow, she agreed.

*

                Every minute between the moment she agreed to this disastrous idea and the day of had been spent in dread and regret. Joyce’s stomach filled with acid at the sheet thought of spending an entire evening with Roman and Alma. She had no idea what to expect – she only knew they would go for drinks.

            She didn’t usually go out on week-ends since she lived out of town, but apparently if Alma was to believe, the bar they were going to was the greatest in the city. Jo didn’t care one bit what they did or where they went, she just wanted it to end quickly. She was more of a cocktails and pumpkin spiced latte girl, not really a beer and black coffee person. Luckily, the bar provided a large choice of drinks she would choose from.

            She would need alcohol in her blood tonight.

            From the moment they stepped through the door, it was clear to her that Alma was not happy about being here either tonight. Whatever this thing was, it was not her idea of fun. She wondered how Roman had brought up the idea to her, if she’d reacted as badly as she had. If given the chance, Jo would have crawled into a hole and died.

            After an hour of awkward, sparse conversation, she was ready to throw herself under a car. Never in her life, had someone made her feel so inadequate. Compared to Alma, who is just so blond and so beautiful, she felt like the snottiest of brats. Jo didn’t often compare herself to other girls, she was mostly secure with the way she looked, but this was just ridiculous. Was she supposed to compete with Barbie? Alma was tall, and fit, and had big doe eyes.

            Big doe eyes that sparkled and smiled when she looked at Roman, but narrowed at her whenever he had his back turned. Joyce was no dummy, she knew this meeting was happening solely for his sake, that they had both agreed to humor him and not because there was a single chance they’d get along. Hell would probably freeze over before they became friends.

            Jo crossed her legs and closed her sweater over her chest, holding it tight. Their conversation was background noise in her head, she just smiled a little and nodded every now and then to hold up appearances, but she’d get up and out of here as soon as possible. This is the dumbest idea Roman had ever had.

            What did he expect? That she would forgive and forget if it turned out his girlfriend – just thinking the word made her cringe – was a decent person? She could be an angel and Jo would still hate her guts. She was screwing the guy she liked. She was kissing him, quite intimately, right in front of her, in a gross display of ownership. Jo got the message. He was taken, he wasn’t up for grabs and whatever was going on between them had been nothing more than friendship.

            Even that was in jeopardy. Joyce didn’t know how long she could pretend it didn’t affect her. She had let herself fall for a guy that turned out to be unavailable. Would she keep on torturing herself if she knew it was a dead end? She liked talking to Roman, she liked getting lost in his bluest of blue eye. She wanted to see for herself if his lips were as soft as they seemed, and she wanted to gently stroke his face and lightly run her thumb over his bad eye. She wanted to kiss him there and in other places. She wanted him to write more poems about her.

            Looking up at the couple in front of her, Joyce wanted to run away. She had nothing to do here, she was just third-wheeling and wasting a week-end night. Roman glanced her way every now and then to check on her, and she had to work up a tight-lipped smile to show she was doing OK, but she wasn’t. She hated him a little for what he was hid from her and for bringing her here tonight.

            She hated him but she didn’t. She liked him – a lot more than she would have liked in the end. A lot more than she should at this point. The sheer fact that he checked up on her made her heart swell, even if he did it with Alma practically sitting on his lap.

“I’m gonna get us another round,” Roman offered. Joyce didn’t contradict him this time – he had made her come here despite her better judgment, tonight he was paying for her drinks and tomorrow maybe she would make him pay for her shrink appointment. “Same as before?”

            The two girls nodded and smiled as he walked away, only to drop all pretenses as soon as he was out of sight. Joyce was ready to wait in silence for him to come back, not bothering to make conversation to someone who so clearly had nothing nice to say to her, but Alma seemed to have other plans.

“Just so we’re clear, this little game of yours is over,” the beautiful blond said in a clipped tone. “I don’t care what’s going on, but you better nip it in the bud right now.”

            Joyce was an accommodating, amicable person, but she didn’t take too well to being threatened. She sat a little straighter and raised her chin, letting her mouth twist into a snarl.

“Do you think I want to be here? By all means, put an end to this if you so despise my presence. I’m here only because Roman asked me, and I’ll stay until the end – for him.”

            It was bluff – she run at the first chance, and he would hear from her about his stupid ideas – but Alma didn’t know that. She sneered, the hateful expression distorting her otherwise perfect features. It should be illegal to her skin this clear.

“Don’t overplay your hand, Jo,” she spat her name. “You don’t stand a chance.”

            God, she knew that.

“Don’t get too comfortable up on that high horse of yours,” Jo snapped back. “We wouldn’t be here in the first place if I didn’t have a chance. You ever think about why Roman spent more time with me than you in the past few months?”

            Why did he? That was a good question – one that Alma would hopefully take as rhetorical, because she did not have an answer. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part, maybe she was only projecting. Maybe she didn’t want to admit that she had been playing a losing hand from the beginning.

            Alma’s frown smoothed out and the ugliest smile Joyce had ever smile appeared on her lips.

“Oh, boo hoo- poor little Joyce has a crush,” she began, laughing cruelly. “Get over it, bitch. Roman is mine, do you hear me? I say sit, he sits. I say jump, he jumps. Do you think I’ll allow him to keep seeing you?” She snapped her fingers. “Poof, you’re gone. I’ll look at him with big, wet eyes and he’ll apologize, take me against a wall, and delete your number.”

“Yeah, sound like a good, healthy relationship you guys have. Did you also pee on his leg to mark your territory or does Frenching him in front of other girls do the trick?”

            Jo was all bark no bite at this point, but she couldn’t let her win. She had to stand her ground, defend herself. After all, she was a victim in all of this, she hadn’t known Roman was already taken. She looked over at the bar, but it was crowded, Roman wasn’t even in the front yet.

“Don’t look at him for help,” Alma said sharply, raising her tone. “He’ll never return your silly little feelings. Do you know why?”

            Joyce swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Please do tell me.”

            She was confident that whatever Alma was going to say wouldn’t hurt more than her conversation with Roman earlier this week. She had replayed it in her head over and over again, cried over it almost every day. She already felt lower than low, this hateful girl did not know her well-enough to push her buttons. She could spew her poison if she pleased, it wouldn’t reach her.

            Joyce could take it all, she could look this Barbie in the eyes and not bat an eyelash at the venom in her voice. She didn’t have the weapons to hurt her.

But then, something sparked in her eyes.

“The universe took its time on you,” she began, looking Joyce dead in the eye.

            No.

“-crafted you precisely,” Alma continued, her awful smile still stretching her lips.

“Stop.”

“-so you could offer the world something distinct from everyone else,” she kept going on, repeating back Jo’s own words to her.

            She closed her eyes, trying for all the world to tune her out. Praying Roman would return now.

“I’d go on if it wasn’t so pathetic,” Alma said, finally stopping enunciating Joyce’s poem. She leaned back and laughed, sipping the last of her drink.

            Joyce was going to be sick – physically sick. She stood up and grabbed her coat. Alma was still snickering in that horrendous self-satisfied manner when she walked away, making a bee-line for the front door. She never should have come here. She never should have talked to Roman. This is what she got for getting her hopes up.

“Wow! Where are you going?” Roman exclaimed when she almost bumped into him, nearly spilling the glasses he was holding.

            Joyce stopped in her tracks just long enough to really, truly look into Roman’s soulful eyes one last time.

“Jag är ledsen,” she said in a clumsy attempt to speak Swedish. The way his face lit up and fell almost simultaneously broke her heart. “I tried, but I can’t do this. I have to leave.”

            She elbowed past him and walked to the door. He didn’t try to stop her, but before she left, she turned around, and saw him standing over their table, visibly angry, and shouting over the music.

“What did you say to her?!”

*

            Roman didn’t even care what Alma said, he just left her there, with all three of their drinks and went back outside to see if he could catch up with Joyce, but she was already out of sight. Angry with himself and at the world, he kicked into a road sign, sending a shockwave through his leg.

“Helvete!” he cursed, gritting his teeth at the pain in his foot.

            He’d realized from the moment they arrived here that tonight had been a huge mistake – and it was his fault too, neither of the girls would have agreed to come if not for him. He had messed up big time now.

            He pulled out his phone and tried to call Jo.

“C’mon, answer your phone,” he whispered, listening to the tone ring.

            She didn’t pick up. He tried again, also to no avail.

“You must be kidding,” came Alma’s voice behind him. “Did you seriously just leave me alone in there to run after that bitch?” She made it sound like he was the bad guy here.

“You made her run away,” he accused her. “I don’t even care what kind of lies you told her to make her leave, I can’t look at you right now. You should go home.”

            Jaw hanging open in astonishment, Alma watched him stomp away without another word.

[papillon-mechant]

don’t call me yours| ex!r.w x crybaby!reader

word count: 2685

summary: draco hits on you at a party, and ron doesn’t like people touching what’s his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (kinda), lmk if i’m forgetting anything

a/n: it has been forever since i’ve posted a full fic. I tried to make this one really good, i hope you guys like it. plz remember to like and reblog :)

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The music blasts through the speakers, creating a vibration that moves throughout the entire room. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other, on the dance floor, in the kitchen, everywhere throughout the house. Draco Malfoy’s parties were always like this, hundreds of students from every house, all gathered in the huge manor, drunk and high, just having fun. You sit on a couch in the middle of the room, observing the other partygoers. You weren’t much of a party girl, only ever attending when your roommates dragged you along.

“Is that y/n?”A voice comes from behind you, followed by a strong pair of hands on your shoulders. You shiver at the feeling, never being one for the physical touch of others. Draco Malfoy, party host and the person the voice belongs to, hops over the back of the couch, settling himself very close to you. You send him a small smile, hoping your awkward expression will give him a hint that you’re not really interested.

“Why’re you sitting here all on your own?” He asks, clearly not taking the hint, “A pretty girl like you should be mingling on the dancefloor.” You scoff, shaking your head and keeping your eyes glued to the cup in your hand.

“I’m not much of a dancer.” You reply, hoping he’ll take your second hint and finally leave you alone. No such luck. Instead, the blond moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and making your whole body tense up.

“Me either, I guess we’ll just chill here together.” He says, his face so close to yours that you can taste the alcohol on his breath. Just when you are about to protest, you feel a different hand on your arm, pulling you up from the couch and dragging you away from the blond. You would have been more thankful had it not been for the intense grip the mystery person had on your arm. You still couldn’t see their face, only the back of their head as they lead you through the crowds of students into a secluded area of the manor.

“Excuse me you’re kind of hurting my a-” You stop in the middle of your sentence as your throat grows dry at the sight of your savior. Ron Weasley, your ex Ron Weasley. It had been months since you’d last seen him, as you’d been avoiding him since your abrupt break up. But here he was now, standing in front of you looking just as good as he did the last time you’d seen him, if not better. His hair had grown out, falling just above his shoulders. He was wearing a loose muscle tee that showed off his broad arms in the most perfect way. You don’t even realize that you’re staring till that signature smirk crosses the red head’s features.

“Wanna take a picture, love? It’ll last longer.” He teases, cocking his head at you. You try your best to ignore the twisting feeling in your stomach and the sudden desperate need for water, rolling your eyes at the boy. Ron’s eyes darken at the action, a disappointed tisk passing his lips. He uncrosses his arms, stalking towards you until you’re backed into a corner, his arms by your head trapping you between the wall and his body. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“So, are y’gonna tell me why ferret boy had his hands on what’s mine?” He questions with an unreadable, almost dominant tone to his voice. His face is so close to yours, one move and your lips would be touching. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“No, I'm not yours anymore, you can’t call me yours.” you whine, trying to ignore the arousal pooling between your legs at the thought of being called his once again. Ron smirks, kissing behind your ear, obviously never forgetting about your weak points.

“don’t kid yourself y/n, you know you’ll always be mine.” You whimper at his words, legs almost giving out under you, but Ron is quick to read your ques, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist to keep you standing. He laughs lightly, a mischievous smile crossing his lips.

“You are mine y/n, don’t deny it, it’ll only make things worse.” His free hand leaves the wall behind you, making a small trail up your exposed legs, stopping right at the edge of your skirt. He gently tugs at the fabric, an amused smile on his face, “Such a pretty skirt darling, but it would look a lot better on my bedroom floor.” You can’t hold back the whimper that passes your lips, your brain slowly but surely turning into the pile of mush he’s always been able to turn you into. Ron chuckles at the noise, bringing his hand to grab a rough hold of your face, forcing you to finally look him in the eyes. And oh how you wish he didn’t. Because the instant your eyes meet, a thick fog settles over your brain, and the only thing you can think about at the moment is him.

“Ronnie.” You whine, bucking your hips against his leg which was settled between yours, releasing a broken moan at the feeling of his jeans against your clothed cunt. He smiles, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. His eyes darken when he sees the small wet patch you left behind on his jeans, a low groan emitting from his throat. Your eyes stare up into his, wide and doe like as you move your hips again, silently begging for more friction.

“Needy little thing, no longer putting up a fight?” He teases, his hand slowly reaching under your skirt, fingers ghosting over your dampened underwear. You shake your head, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing his hand to your center, letting him cup your sex in his hand, grinding against his palm.

“Tell me what you want love, use your words.” He continues to tease you, knowing very well how hard it is for you to express yourself in the state you were in. You simply let out another whine, grabbing hold of his shoulders and moving your hips against his leg, speeding up when you hit the perfect spot. Ron lets you do your thing for a while, admiring the desperation in your voice as small whimpers of his name leave your lips. When he feels you begin to increase your speed, he grabs hold of your hips, stopping you before you can get your release.

“No!” You cry out, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“None of that now,” Ron demands, ignoring your protests as he separate’s his body from yours, “I always take care of what’s mine, you know that darling.” Almost immediately, the boy drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your skirt up past your legs, revealing your lace underwear. He groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes face to face with the large wet patch on your underwear, growing by the minute as your arousal continues to seep through the fabric.

“I can pratically fucking smell you, such a naughty girl.” He groans, hooking his fingers at the waistband of your underwear. But he freezes when your hands come to grab his, halting his actions.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“Ronnie, there are people,” You reply, gesturing to the still active party going on in the other room, “what if someone walks in?” Ron chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches to his back pocket, pulling out his wand. Whispering a silent spell, he apparates the two of you to one of the many empty rooms of the manor. The one that just happened to belong to Draco Malfoy.

“All good now?” He asks, a genuine tone to his voice telling you that he truly cares about making you comfortable. You nod, smiling down at him as he continues to kneel between your legs at the edge of the king sized bed. He smiles back at you, tapping your knees as a signal for you to spread your legs. You comply without hesitation, leaning back into a more comfortable position, making sure to lean on your arms so you could still keep eye contact. Ron begins to move your underwear once again, this time succeeding in getting them off.

“So fucking pretty.” He says, mostly to himself. Never breaking eye contact with you, Ron trails a single finger between your folds, collecting the arousal leaking from your hole and using it to rub agonizingly slow circles on your clit. Your mind is almost completely blank, the only thought in your head being the feeling of his hands on you, and the need for more.

“Please Ronnie,” You cry, a slow stream of tears flowing down your face, “I want you now.” Ron ignores your pleas, continuing to tease your swollen clit, taking pride in the way your body squirms at his movements, knowing he’d never forgotten how to make you feel good.

“I don’t know,” He begins, a teasing smirk across his face, “it’s been so long, I don’t think you can take me anymore.”

“I can, I promise,” You reply, moving your legs so your foot brushes against the prominent bulge in his pants, “Please Ronnie, please fuck me.” Your bold actions make something snap inside of him. He moves from between your legs, hovering over your body and quickly engulfing your lips with his in a passionate and messy kiss. He settles his body between your legs, grinding his bulge onto your clit, swallowing every moan that passes your lips. He breaks the kiss, straddling your body as he stares down at you with lust clouded eyes. His hands grab at the top of your blouse, ripping it open with zero hesitation, the buttons falling all over the room. His heart swells as he takes in the sight of you. Your lips are red and swollen, your body flushed, tits exposed and waiting to be touched.

He can’t help but groan at the sight, diving down your body to wrap his lips around one of your tits, swirling his tongue in circles around your taunt nipple, using his hand to give attention to the other. You let out a string of high pitched moans, arching your body into his. Though you loved the feeling of his lips on your body, you were growing increasingly impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you for the first time in months. Almost as if he’s read your mind, Ron detaches himself from your chest, focusing on removing his pants and boxers.

You watch intently, mouth practically watering at the sight of his cock as it springs free of it’s confinements, slapping against his stomach. Ron catches this, an amused smirk crossing his features.

“Close your mouth darling, you’ll catch flies.” He jokes, positioning his hips between your legs. He grabs his cock in one hand, using the other to spread open your folds, spitting right on your cunt, the action coaxing another small whine from you. He takes his time, teasing you as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds, collecting your arousal. He holds his cock steady at your entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling away once again. He continues his torture, ignoring your cries and pleas.

“For godric’s sake Ron just fu-FUCK.” You cry out, your sentence being cut off when Ron finally bottoms out with one quick, rough thrust. Sighs of relief leave both of you at the feeling of being connected in the best way once again. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside you once again, the stretch creating a pleasurable sting that runs through your whole body.

“You okay love?” He asks, lightly stroking your hair with his free hand, his other occupied with rubbing slow circles on your clit. You nod in response, unable to trust your own voice. Instead, you buck your hips, silently begging him to move. He takes the hint, moving his cock inside you at a slow but rough pace. Each thrust is hard and deep, the head of his cock brushing against your spot each time.

You don’t even attempt to muffle the loud moans and screams leaving your lips, confident that the sounds of the bustling party just downstairs would suffice as a silencer. Your hands grab at the shirt Ron was wearing, begging for him to take ur off. He complies, removing his shirt with ease, never ceasing his movements against your body. You stare up at him in awe. You’ve always loved the way he looked above you, his face contorted in pleasure and concentration, his hair falling in front of his eyes, beads of sweat rubbing down his flushed body and onto yours.

“Feels so good Ronnie, missed you so much.” You moan out, scratching your nails down his back, leaving a trail of bright red lines in your wake.

“Fuck, I missed you too,” he grunts out, leaning down to place a few chast kisses on your neck, “Taking me so well baby, you always take me so well.” His praise sends shivers down your spine, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement. You were almost there, you just needed a little push. Putting on your best doe eyes, you stare directly into Ron’s, reaching your arms out for him.

“Kiss me, please.” You beg. He wastes no time complying with your wishes, leaning down to plant a passionate kiss on your lips. You didn’t need him to speak, you felt all the words he couldn’t say. Through the kiss, through the way his cock moved inside you. You felt it. Ron groans out as he feels you clench around him, signaling your close release.

“Y’gonna cum with me darling? Gonna milk my cock till I fill you up with every last drop of my cum, make your belly nice and full?” Ron’s dirty words send you overboard, your back arching off the bed as you cry out, creaming all over his cock. He groans, your release triggering his own as he spills himself inside you till it’s leaking out around his cock, forming a small wet patch on the bed.

Carefully, Ron pulls out, watching mesmerized as the rest of his cum leaks from your hole, onto the bed. He leaves for only a moment, returning with a wet rag to clean you up. When he’s done, he helps you put your underwear back on, handing you his shirt as yours is ruined from being ripped open. He lays on the bed, bringing your body to rest against his. The room is almost silent, the only sounds being that of your breathing and the muffled noises of the party below you.

After a moment, you finally break the silence, playing with his fingers to avoid looking directly at him,

“Ronnie?” He hums in response, looking down at you. You lift your head, meeting his eyes and you’re unable to stop the tears that begin to fall from your eyes. Ron sits up, pulling you into his lap and wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, what’s wrong love, why the tears?” He questions, lightly stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, content at the feeling of being in his hands again.

“Don’t want this to be a one time thing, wanna be yours again Ronnie.” You whimper, letting your head fall into his chest as you sob out at the thought of this being just a hook up to him. Ron’s heart breaks a little at the sight. He cups your face in his hand, making you look at him again as he wipes your tears.

“I already told you love, you’ve always been mine.”

-

you’re woken up by the sound of someone screaming, practically falling out of the bed at the sound.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The person yells. The noise causes Ron to wake up too, both of you tiredly sitting up. You look at the clock next to you, it read 8 AM.

“DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY BED?!” You whip your head around to see Draco Malfoy standing in the door way, a disgusted look on his face. Your eyes widen in horror, looking over at Ron who’s face is actually red from holding back his laughs.

“IS THAT CU- OH MY GODRIC GET THE FUCK OUT.”

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[seokjinsonlyone]

home wrecker

pairing: hoseok x f!reader

summary: You may have done bad things sometimes, but you weren’t a bad person.

genre: strangers to ???; angst?; comfort? idk what this is

rating: pg-15

warnings: mature themes; mild language; implied infidelity; reader kinda toxic a little; mentions of drinking like hobi's a little intoxicated

wc: 3.3k

a/n: idk what this is i ain’t never written nothing like before i have no idea if this is even any good but i did it so here it is <\3

“Who’s that?” you asked, nodding your head to the guy across the room. He was leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, drink in his hand, chain dangling from around his neck, and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen coupled with a jawline that could butcher a cow. 

“He’s got a girlfriend. They’ve been together for, like, two years.”

You scowled at your friend. “Okay? That is not the question I asked.”

“No, but the question you asked is the same one you always ask right before you ruin a relationship.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not ruining anything. These men ruin their own relationships.”

She snorted. “Yeah, only because you chase after them like a cop with no arrests at the end of the month.”

You harrumphed. “First of all, you know I would never chase after a man. Second, it’s not my fault that men in relationships are the only ones attracted to me. Do you know him?”

“Yes, but-”

“Let’s go say hi.” You pushed off the wall you were leant against, beginning to make your way over to the man, ignoring protests from your friend, until she grabbed your wrist.

“Girl, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Say hi? The whole point of a party is to talk to other people.”

“This ain’t a party, it's a kickback.”

“All the more reason to socialize. There’s all of thirty people here, and you brought me. It’d be weird to just stand and talk to each other the whole night. We could’ve stayed home if that’s what you wanted to do.”

“I wanted you to talk to his friend. His single friend. Jimin.”

“Which one is he?”

“The blonde with the varsity jacket.”

You turned your head to the side in search of the figure she described. It didn’t take long to find him. He was already staring at you when you brought your attention back to their group. He was undoubtedly gorgeous, but a little on the short side. “Okay. Well, we can talk to him too.”

“Girl.”

“What?”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“And, where is she at?” You’d been at the party for nearly an hour and had been keeping tabs on the guy for almost as long. There hasn’t been any female glued to his side at any point.

“I don’t think she’s here tonight, but still…”

“They been together for two years, but she ain’t at the function with him and his friends?” You raised your eyebrow. “If that was me, I’d make sure I was at my man’s gatherings, but that’s just me though.”

“No, you wouldn’t. You’d be creeping around as usual because the men you attach yourself to don’t want to be seen with you in public.”

Your jaw dropped. You knew your friend didn’t approve of your actions, but you didn’t realize she thought so lowly of you. So lowly that she would throw one of your biggest insecurities in your face in the middle of a party that she dragged you to no less. And, she didn’t even drive there. No license having trick. “You can find your own way back tonight,” you spat, ripping your wrist from her grasp and stomping your way to the man you’d set your sights on for the night. 

You didn’t even want to talk to him anymore. You wanted to go home, but spite was a wonderful motivator and you weren’t in the wrong here so you certainly weren’t going to leave. She’d probably go around the house painting you out as the no good, terrible, man-stealing ho, and you couldn’t have that even if there was some semblance of truth. You may have done bad things sometimes, but you weren’t a bad person. You took a deep breath before speaking up with probably a little too much pep. “Hey guys!” 

You cringed internally, but the trio in front of you didn’t seem to pay much attention to the false enthusiasm laced in your tone, greeting you in return. “I’m ___.” Jimin placed you as your homegirl’s friend immediately, switching places with the tallest one of the bunch to get closer to you.

“Yeah… It’s Jimin, right?” Up close you realize you’ve definitely seen him around from previous times on campus. 

He lit up at your recognition and any other night you might’ve made the executive decision to switch targets. You loved having people wrapped around your finger and a willing subject was always welcome even if it was temporary, but tonight you were on a mission.

You could still see your friend from your peripheral vision, so you upped your antics, running your hand up Mr. Girlfriend’s arm, leaning into him. “And what about you? What’s your name?”

He gulped, smiling lightly at you, clearly caught off guard but not enough that he withdrew from your touch. “Hoseok. Everyone calls me Hobi, though.”

You bit your lip looking up at him through your lashes. “Hobi? That’s cute.” He giggled. “You’re cute,” you added, before turning your attention away from him. Like you said, you never chased a man. You were more like a fisherman. Drop the bait, wait for it to catch, and then reel them in. 

“And you?” You nodded to the tall one.

“Namjoon.”

“Namjoon,’ you repeated, testing the name out. “I like that. A lot of potential for nicknames.”

He smiled at you, tilting his head to the side slightly. “You’re not in this program are you?”

“What? I know my skirt’s a little short, but do I not look like I’m getting my masters in literature too?” You smirked, patting yourself mentally as all three men looked down to inspect just how short your skirt was. Namjoon’s eyes made their way back up first, then Jimin’s, then Hobi’s. Bait caught. Too easy. 

“No, I just meant I don’t think I’ve seen you around,” he elaborated.

“I’m just messing with you. No, I don’t go here. I figured out very early that school isn’t for me. Not early enough to avoid being in debt, but enough that I’m not buried in it.” You shrugged. “You all book nerds, though?”

“They are. I’m not.” Jimin was quick to pipe up. 

“Oh? What kind of nerd are you then?”

“I’m in engineering.”

“So, you like to build stuff?”

He nodded, running his hands through his hair and looking you directly in your eyes. “I’m really good with my hands.” You made a mental note to get his number before the night ended. He may not have been the tallest, but he was definitely an option worth exploring. For now though, you laughed his comment off and went back to questioning the other two. 

“So, what kind of books do you like?”

“To read or to write?” Namjoon asked.

“Mmm… both.”

“Well, I like reading mostly about art and art history these days, but I’ll read anything to be honest. As for writing, I kind of just write down whatever I feel about whatever’s going on in poems, mostly. I actually, um, have a friend that’s a producer and sometimes I’ll talk over a beat a little sometimes,” he said, trailing off at the end.

You took a moment to process his last sentence. “So, you’re a rapper?”

Even in the low lighting, you could make out the fact that a blush was creeping over his cheeks. “Kind of.”

That intrigued you immensely. “You on soundcloud?” He nodded, and you pulled out your phone ready to add him otherwise you would forget. “Under Namjoon? Or is there some other pseudonym you use?”

He cleared his throat. “RM.”

“What’s that stand for?”

“Whatever you want it to.”

You paused your search, looking up to him. “That’s…” you racked your brain trying to find the exact word to describe your feelings, “...hot.” Something about ambiguity really did it for you. You may not have liked to chase, but you sure did love to solve a good puzzle every now and again. You liked the way he didn’t give everything away. Really looking at him now, you realized you liked a lot of things about Namjoon. He was a tall, built, art loving rapper, and the dimples that popped out after your compliment had your brain doing somersaults thinking of what you could do with him, to him, what he could do to you. God, maybe you put your friendship on the line for nothing.

You were hard pressed to admit that, though, so you snapped your attention back to Hobi, who’d been quietly beside you the whole time, sipping on his drink. “And what about you, Hobi? What kind of book nerd are you?”

He snapped out of whatever daze he was in at the mention of his name. “Huh? Books? Uh… classics, mainly. I’m uh- My dad is a literature professor, so I just kinda followed his- Ya know? It’s familiar.”

You nodded along, toying with the edge of his jacket. “I get it. Nothing wrong with that. You go to school so you can get a job. We can’t all be super cool underground rappers.”

“Hobi dances, though,” Namjoon threw in. He exposed himself, so he had to expose someone else you guess. Jimin rolled his eyes. He must be good then.

“Really?” you gasped, the fake enthusiasm sneaking it’s way back in your throat. “And you were gonna keep it a secret from me?”

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah… it’s just for fun.”

“I’m sure you’re really good though.” If Jimin’s reaction wasn’t enough to go by, his muscular lean build surely told you that he was good at something. “Why don’t you show me?”

“Right now? I’m kind of tipsy. I don’t think I could...”

“So you won’t show me?” you pouted, poking out your lip.

“I mean…”

“Pleeeeaaassseeee,” you whined, walking two fingers up his abdomen before sliding your palm in his. “Dance with me? Just one song?”

You interlocked your fingers of the hand that was in his and used the other one to take the cup from him, finishing off whatever he’d been nursing. You didn’t know what it was, but it was strong. Fighting the urge to gag, you dropped the cup into Jimin’s hand as you pulled him away from the group. 

The hip hop track that started playing had a low, slow, steady bass line that set the perfect mood for your attempted seduction. You brought his hands down to your hips and slid yours up his neck as you began swaying to the beat. He was a bit stiff at first, hesitant to fall in line. A few seconds in, though, his dancer nature kicked in, body having no choice but  to move to the beat. And for a minute you forgot all about what you were supposed to be doing, simply enjoying the feeling of his hands guiding you whichever way he wanted you to go. It came back to you however, as you caught your homegirl’s eyes over his shoulder, igniting another wave of pettiness within you.

“You’re really good at this Hoseok.”

He looked down at you, giving you a small smile. “Thank you.”

You started carding your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Are you always this quiet?”

“No. I’m usually quite loud, actually. Alcohol just makes me…“ he trailed off searching for the right word.

“Sleepy?” you suggested.

He shook his head. “More like observant?”

“And what have you observed tonight?”

“Mmm… I think… it seems like you’re into me?”

“Good boy,” you praised, lips quirked up in a demure smirk, switching from carding through his hair to lightly scratching at his scalp. 

Your eyebrows shot up when he moaned at the sensation. “You like that?” you asked, pulling back and taking in his hazy expression, eyes nearly drooped shut.

He nodded.

You pressed your body as close to him as possible, parting your legs slightly so that his was trapped in between yours, what was once mildly appropriate slow dancing now little more than grinding.“What about this?”

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly.

“And this?” you question kissing a path up his neck. You revel in the shiver that runs through his spine.

He cursed under his breath, hands squeezing where they were stationed at your hips. 

“You know what I observed, Hoseok?” You took the hitch in his breath as a sign that he was paying attention, “I think you’re into me, too.” You pulled his hair a little, causing his head to lean back, so you can look him in his eyes. He moaned again, eyes rolling back in his head. You waited until he focused on you again before posing your last question. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Please,” he whimpered. 

You took him by the hand leading him out of the party, making sure to lock eyes with your friend as you walked out. Unfortunately, the high you were riding on from successfully reeling in Hoseok began dissipating fairly quickly. Her words from earlier ringing in your head, killing your mood. Here you go again creeping around in the dark with someone who wouldn’t look your way in the light. You pressed your head against the steering wheel. It really was tiring. 

You actually forgot you were still with him until he cleared his throat. “Are you okay to drive?”

You turned your head to the side to look at him., before sitting up and running a hand down your face. “Yeah, I’m good. The only drink I had was whatever little bit was in your cup.”

He nodded.

You sighed, starting your car up and pulling out the parking lot. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time. “What?”

“Are you okay in general?”

You stopped, putting the car in park before you entered the main road and reached into the backseat where you kept bottled water. You handed one to Hobi. “Drink that. You’re too “observant.” I don’t sleep with drunk people.”

He took a couple gulps, swishing the water in his mouth before swallowing. “Why not?”

“Because if this is the first and last time we’re doing this, I want you to remember me,” you recited. It was a line you used whenever you pulled and it never failed to incite some sort of reaction.

“That’s… hot.” You snorted. Worked every time. “I’m actually not that drunk, by the way. A bit tipsy but not really drunk.”

“That’s good, Hobi.”

He was quiet for a few minutes letting you drive in peace probably sensing your lack of interest in conversation, but he soon started fidgeting awkward tension radiating off of him in waves. You gave him a good look once you approached a stop light and now you felt the need to check on him. “Are you okay?”

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah… just nervous. Haven’t done this,” he gestured between the two of you, obviously referring to hooking up with a stranger, “in a while, to be honest.”

And something about that answer caused you to snap. “You shouldn’t be doing this at all, Hoseok. You have a girlfriend. You shouldn’t cheat on your girlfriend. It’s wrong.” You noticed the light turning green and quickly turned on your hazards because now that you were going, there was no way you were gonna stop. He was gon catch every last drop of frustration you had pent up in you. “But that doesn’t matter to you does it? No. You’re not the one who’s getting betrayed. You’re not the one who ends up with a broken heart. The only thing you get is a red flag, and that doesn’t even matter because it only lasts until the next girl rolls around and ignores it or decides that she can fix you. And, me? I’m the bad guy in the situation, again. I’m the home wrecking slut, again! And, no one wants to even be friends with me, much less love me. I become this- this irredeemable thing, but that’s okay as long as you get your dick wet, right?”

Hoseok stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly ajar, taking in your outburst. “I- I’m sorry.”

“I bet you are.” You rolled your eyes, turning off your hazards and pulling off. “Do you have somewhere I can drop you off?” As much as you wanted to just leave him on the side of the road, you didn’t think that attempted cheating necessarily constituted a possible death sentence.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I mean I had one, but we’ve been broken up for a month now.”

“Oh.” Shame was a feeling you’d grown unaccustomed to; it came with the territory. If you were going to do something, you considered the consequences-both positive and negative-and committed to it. But, you definitely just wrongfully accused this man and overshared your own emotions at a stoplight. Embarrassing. 

“I never even mentioned it. How’d you know?” You noticed a Wendy’s up ahead and pulled into the parking lot so you could explain what happened right before you approached his group, argument with your friend and all without being distracted. He mulled over the information before speaking again. “You know she’s been trying to get with me pretty much ever since she found out me and my ex broke up, right?”

Now you could add stupid to the list of emotions you were feeling. “Right. I forgot she was a liar.” You were so caught up in having your feelings hurt that you didn’t even think to consider the validity of her statement.

He raised his eyebrows. “You know she’s a liar, yet you’re still friends with her?”

You shrugged. “She usually doesn’t lie to me. Besides, I have to practice what I preach. I do things I shouldn’t do, yet I go around saying that I’m not a bad person. I have to give others the same consideration.” There was silence in the car as you stared at each other, and for the first time in a while it felt like someone was finally seeing the real you. It was too much. “Are you hungry?” you asked, moving toward the drive through. “I could get you a four for four as an apology for accusing you of being a selfish cheater?”

He breathed out a laugh. “Yeah, I could eat.”

As you waited for them to hand you the food, you rolled your neck to the side, glancing at Hoseok. “I’m sorry for real. For going off on you and for, like, using you to get back at her.”

“It’s okay.”

You nodded, blowing raspberries into the air now that it was free from any sort of tension. “So, do you have anywhere I can drop you off,” you asked again.

“Can I go home with you?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Hoseok, I mean, we’re cool now, and you are very handsome, but I’m really not in the mood to get into anything tonight.”

“No, I know. I don’t mind taking the couch or whatever, but it’ll just be easier to get brunch tomorrow if we’re already in the same location.”

“Huh?”

“I want to take you to brunch tomorrow.”

You blinked at him. “Hobi… You don’t want to get involved with me. I have a reputation, and-”

“And, I don’t care. I don’t think you’re a bad person or some irredeemable thing, and I want to take you out in the morning where everyone can see us. Is that okay?” 

A tear or two slipped down your cheek, but he didn’t comment on it. Just took one of the napkins from the bag and dabbed it under your eyes. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been handled with even a fraction of the tenderness he’d displayed with that one simple action. Couldn’t remember the last time you felt like you deserved it. You still weren’t sure if you did, but something in the soft smile he was giving you told you it’d be okay if you accepted it anyway. “Yeah. It’s okay.”

[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[stuckysdumbbitch]

run as fast as you can

summary: c’mon bunny, try to out run him.

pairings: dark!hunter!Bucky x bunny!reader

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, dubcon, breeding kink, creepy bucky, lactation kink, pet play? innocence kink, rough sex, a mention of blood but not actual blood, primal play, praise, degradation, dumbification.

a part two of “caught in his trap”!

His Bunny au masterlist

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Your bare feet padded against the soft grasses of the forest floor, trying to dodge tree branches as you rubbed the tears that were clouding your vision away from your face.

“Oh little Bunny, just wait until I get you,” you heard Bucky call out from the darkness, signaling he was far closer than you expected.

You knew you were going to trip over a branch, it was far too decipherable. Yet, the moment when your toes stubbed into the root of the thick tree, you couldn’t help but yelp as you fell down to your side.

You cursed yourself, hiding instantly behind a tree. Your toes hurt too much to keep running, and your knee was scraped. You curled up against the bark, tears fallings as you hoped he wouldn’t catch you.

His foot steps were quickly behind you, until they began to slow down and you felt the tinge of hope rattle in your chest. Until you felt yourself being snatched by the ears harshly by a familiar cold hand.

Even in the darkness of the night you could see he had his triumphant smirk on, looking at you with lust and darkness. It seemed like his victory had made him forget of how you had escaped him, until he pressed your fluffy ears tighter to hear you cry out in pain.

“Dumb little thing,” he mocked, craning your neck uncomfortably to nose at your pulse. “I hunt for you, I dress you, I keep you safe for hunters and this is how you are going to thank me? running away? ungrateful brat,”.

He dragged you by the ears all the way to the house, the piercings he had placed into your soft cartilage crashing against your skin. It seemed taunting how he took time to learn about your culture, even planned a ceremony to make you submit to him. The gold rings he placed on the sides of your ears were a sign you were married, matching by the bands he chose to wear around his two ring fingers.

It was true what he was saying; he hunted for two now, being exclusive about not hunting rabbits and sometimes, when he felt generous, bringing you fruits and vegetables he would hand feed you. He also dressed you in animal furs to your dismay, bringing bear or deer furs to sew ridiculously small outfits for you. And for keeping you safe of other hunters, he locked you in the house all day long where you cleaned and sometimes cooked for him.

He opened the door with one hand, swinging you inside without consideration. Instantly, you scrambled to the bed trying to find comfort in the sheets and innocently trying to hide from him.

He peeled off his coat and boots, leaving him in the sweatpants and sweatshirt he was in when he was sleeping with you. His menacing glare kept you glued to your place, peeking at him from over the duvet.

He made his way to the bed silently, just to rip the blanket from your hands. You let out a soft sniffle, feeling him pounce on top of your quivering form, just clad in his t-shirt.

He placed a hand on each side of your head, knees mimicking the action around your middle thighs.

“Dumb little Bunny,” he mumbled, his flesh hand moving up to grace the side of your face. “gonna have to find a way for you to understand you can’t leave me,”.

The hand that was stroking your cheek suddenly slapped you, making your face twist in pain to the other side. You whimpered, lower lip wobbling as you ears flopped, framing your face in protection.

“No Bucky,” he told himself out loud, moving to repeat his tender actions. “Cant be harsh with your pet when she’s probably knocked up,”.

You cried harder at his words that were only meant to hurt you; knowing that by the amount of times he had fucked you this week and by the high fertility rate of Bunny hybrids, you were probably pregnant.

“Don’t cry baby,” he cooed, moving to slip his cold hand up the large shirt. He didn’t gave you any panties because he claimed he liked being able to smell you all the time, everywhere. “Not gonna fuck your pussy; only good bunnies get their pussy fucked, ungrateful brats get their ass fucked,”.

He couldn’t physically hurt you, so he mandhandled you as gently as he could muster with the anger coursing through his body. Placing your body in all fours, he removed the shirt from your frame and began prodding your body. His two finger latched to your clit, giving soft torturous circles of the flesh as you oozed with slick. The smell of your pussy emanated in the air and Bucky inhaled, smelling cherries and flowers. You were so perfect for him.

“Please sir-“You received a harsh slap on your bare pussy, making you jolt. “please Daddy, not my bottom!”

The brunet smirked at your begging, fingers continuing their ministrations. The soft moans you tried to suppress as your tail and ears fluttered was the best sight he could ever had.

“If you want to save your ass,” he began, teasing his fingers into her hole and sensing it clench around the bare tips. “you gonna beg me to fuck this pretty pussy,”.

You gulped down when his finger thrusted inside you core, the stretch already big enough.

“Please Daddy,” you began, although it sounded like you were reciting more than begging from your humiliation.”Please fuck my pussy!”

“As hard as I want?” he questioned, pushing another finger in to make you gasp.

“As hard as you want Daddy!”

He grinned at this, feeling his cock stir in his pants as you continued to beg him to pound you. He pulled it out of his pants, pushing them down to his knees as he also took off his shirt. He had a glorious body, yet his sight was always contemplating you.

He took your finger from your tiny entrance, cleaning the juices from his fingers in your thigh as if he hadn’t eaten you out this very morning. Slapping the tip against your opening, he enjoyed the way you shivered. You always bled, even a little bit, when he fucked you.

“Wanna hear you beg again.” he commanded, and swallowing your pride, you did.

“Please Daddy,” you muttered, the nickname he forced you to use bitter on your tongue. “please fuck my pussy, need you to fill me up,”.

He preened at how you recited the same words he always threatened you with, watching you squirm uncomfortably as you said them.

“Only because you asked so nicely, little girl.”.

He chuckled as he pushed in, this time slow and gently. He savored the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his massive shaft, pulsing and you bit into your lower lip to subdue the pain.

“Hurts Daddy,” you coughed out, and he patted your bottom to give you some comfort. It stretched you painfully, but you still felt some pleasure at how filled up you were.

He enjoyed knitting his fingers in your hair to tug at your ears, but he opted to curl his bicep around your throat. His metal hand grasped your fluffy pompon tail, like he always did.

His movements where slow and sensual this time, and you didn’t know why. He always was rough with you, holding you as tight as he could and banging you till the bed shook.

“Beg me to destroy this little pussy,”he whispered into your ear, and you finally understood. “beg me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk anymore,”.

“Please destroy my pussy,” you begged, ears flopping down as he hit your g-spot. “fuck me so hard I can’t walk anymore.”.

You felt shameful at your words, but he did it anyways. His hands shifted to push your face into the mattress, digits wrapping around your cartilage to tug on your ears painfully for leverage.

You whimpered in pain, the tugging and rubbing of your ears a overstimulating sensation as your clit grounded against his balls.

He suddenly stopped and you, without thinking, whined. You heard him chuckle as he moved out, only leaving the tip inside.

“Fuck yourself on my cock dumb Bunny,” he cooed, watching how you clenched around his tip. “and maybe I’ll rewards you afterwards.”.

Hiding your grunts, you pushed yourself back on all fours and wiggled back your hips to fuck your self on his cock. You rolled your hips and tightened around his shaft, wanting-no, needing- more.

He watched you fuck yourself impatiently, using his dick as a toy for release. You could barely take his cock, yet you fucked yourself through the pain like a champion. Your moans were like music in his ears as your face contorted in pleasure from how much he was stretching you.

His cold hand slipped down to rub your clit, striking in fast motions that tightened your muscles and made it harder to move.

You finally snapped, the coil in your belly snapping as you felt almost electric; energy coursing through your clit all over your pussy as you panted in relief.

“Good little fuck toy,” Bucky cheered, resuming to grab your hips. “gonna get her pussy destroyed by Daddy cause she behaved so well,”.

His thrusts were godly; fast, hard and leaving you cockdrunk as you focused on the pleasure. He was no longer looking for your orgasm, just using you as his perfect little cocksleeve.

“Gonna cum, tiny Bunny,” he groaned, speeding up his movements. “Ya holding me so tight, seems like you don’t ever want me to leave this pussy my little thing; gonna give you another batch of bunnies to bake in that tummy of yours; gonna do that baby? give me all the bunny babies I want?gonna make me a real daddy?”.

His questions threw you over the edge. Bucky wanted to make you a mommy; talked about how your tits will be full of milk and you belly will become big and round and gorgeous. You came at his words alone, as if they stroked your clit delicately.

You nodded, lost in delight as he continued fucking you.

“That’s my good girl, gonna be such a good momma,” He praised, fucking you until you felt the heat spill inside of you. He thrusted a few more times, making the warmth go straight into your cervix.

With a halfhearted laugh he fell to your side, enveloping you in his thick arms.

The only sound that filled the room were your beating heart and his panting. His flesh hand came down to stroke your belly, bulging slightly with his thick cum.

“Daddy,” you called out weakly and he hummed in response. “you think I’m really going to be a good mommy?”.

His eyebrows furrowed at this, at how soft you suddenly became to him.

“Of course lovebug,” he said as if he was obvious. “gonna be the best mommy, and you gonna let Daddy suck those nipples dry right?”.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you couldn’t physically give him any actual human children, only little bunnies that would hop along the cabin all day.

[glassartpeasants]

If you don't make a happy ending for couldn't care less you better keep bob with you at all times

HOW DARE YOU THREATEN BOB YOU KNOW WHAT-

Couldn’t Care Less .2

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, death, blood, abuse, gore

~~~

“i hope that blue haired fuck got what he wanted. I hope that handyman freak dies alone.” You say to yourself as you walk down the alleys way of Musutafu. The smell of the dingey and moldy alleyways flood your nose as the laughter of happy couples ring in your ears. 

How come they got they’re happily ever after but you didn’t? It wasn’t fair. You did everything you could to be there for him. Yet he still treats you like shit, all because you cared about him? And then he thinks your cheating all cause you ask a male friend for advice! What an insecure asshole.

A vibrating in your pocket brought you back to reality as you realize your phone was ringing. Letting out a sigh you answer,

“Hello?”

“Come pick up your shit.” Oh, you thought you blocked this fuck.

“Keep it asshole. I don’t want anything that smells like ‘lonely bastard who only gets action from his hand’  on my clothes.  Burn it, decay it, I couldn’t give a shit less.”

“God you were always so dramatic. And there’s no reason to be a cunt.”

“And there was no reason for you to be an insecure dick. You either block my number or im calling the police and ratting on you.” A silence fell over the phone. Nothing was said until you finally spoke up.

“Jeez your pathetic. I’ll do it myself.” He was about to say something, insult your most likely before you hung up the phone and blocked him not seconds later.

“Now he’s outta my hair. I can finally feel some sort of calm.”

~~~

3 weeks later

After a day of coming back to your musty apartment you decided it needed a little bit of cleaning, considering you haven’t been their in about 4 months. You paid up front all the time even when you weren’t living in it. Just in case ya know?

You swept up the floors, vacuumed the carpet AND shampooed it.Cleaned the tub, shower and sinks, cleaned out your empty refrigerator, washed all you sheets and what clothes you left there. It wasn’t much so you knew you had to get some more before anything else. That and groceries.

 After all that was said and done, you sat down on the couch and just relaxed. Well you tired, that was before Shigaraki popped into your head again. It wasn’t a sort of loving way, it was a hatred sort of. The thought of his stupid face made you just want to punch a wall, pretending to be his face.

But you ignored it as you turned on the Tv, hoping that would get your mind off him. Nothing interesting except the news. Always talking about violence and war. Same old thing over and over. Blood, death, tragedy.

“This world is a cruel unjust place. The only way it seems to be recognized in this world is death or doing horrible things. Nothing good every comes to fruition.” You grumble before walking to your room and plopping down on the nice clean and still warm sheets. The nice smell of lavender slowly dragging you to sleep.

~~~

A loud bang hit your door which ripped you from your slumber. You were questioning on checking it out before you heard something that made your heart stop,

“If there’s anyone in the house kill them, we can’t have people knowing we ransacked this place.” You slowly get off your bed before moving slowly and quietly to your window. Your push your fingers on the glass and you gently push it up. Grabbing at the sides of the window you pull yourself out of it, not before hearing a gunshot and a burning pain inside your calf.

“Fuck! They’re getting away!” You could hear them from inside the house.

“Did they see you?!” You fell from your window onto the ground. Thankfully your apartment was on the first floor so it wasn’t a high drop.

“Not that i know of! I did shot them in the leg so they shouldn’t have gotten far!” You try your hardest as you run towards the main street. Cutting through alleyways, going as fast as you can as you hear they’re footsteps behind you. Looking up closely you see a hero, knowing he was your only chance you scream for help.

“Help me please!” The hero’s head turned towards you and ran towards you. You guess the robbers heard your cry for help because they’re footsteps seemed to be heading back your probably trashed apartment.

“Oh my! What happened?!” The sound of the hero’s concerned voice calmed you down a bit. 

“Some people tried to rob my place and i tried to get out of there silently but they must have came into my room and saw me leaving and shot me in the calf!” You wince as putting pressure on the wound burned hotter than hell.

“Don’t worry! I’ll get you to the hospital in no time!” You felt relieved before hearing a crunching sound, you looked to your left and see a familiar patch of blue hair in your peripheral vision. You ignored him before getting picked up by the hero and was carried to the hospital. The blood loss from your calf slowly dragged you into unconsciousness.

~~~

After waking up you notice the white room you were in. It was pristine to the touch and smelled of lemon cleaning products. The bright lights hallways peered inside your room from the crack of your door.

Looking around the small feeling of pain crept back into your leg except not as painful anymore. Pulling back the covers you notice bandages and a small bit of blood that stained through the bandages around your wound.

“Ah fuck that’s gonna scar. It’s gonna be a pain to heal too.” You say to yourself as you pull back the blankets and wrap yourself up in them. 

Right as you were falling back asleep the ringing of your cellphone brought you out. Grumbling in annoyance you grab it and look at the caller id. It was a number you didn’t recognize so you just let it ring thinking it’ll be the end of it. That was until it started ringing again. You sighed in frustration and picked up the phone, not wanting it to ring longer since it was in the dead of night at the hospital and you wanted people to be able to sleep.

“What the hell do you want? It’s the middle of the night.” You annoyed voice rang into the other side of the phone.

“Why tf were you talking to a hero? Did you fucking break your end of the bargain?” You were confused at first. You definitely knew the voice behind the phone. Then you remembered earlier that day when you saw him in the shadows.

“I was literally shot. You think im not gonna ask someone for help?” You rub the bridge of your nose.

“I don’t believe you. You always were a two faced bitch.”

“Oh jesus fuck, thanks for the insult. Glad to know what you always thought about me.”

“I’m going to kill you you backstabbing bitch.”

“Love ya too. goodnight and goodbye Shigaraki.” You hung up and blocked said number. You weren’t going to lie, hearing him spill such an insult and threat hurt you and made you very weary and afraid if he would actually go through with it or if he was just saying that to scare you.

You knew what those hands could do and you knew how painful that death would have been. You were hurt more than you liked to admit, at the beginning of your relationship he wasn’t aggressive or mean at all towards you.  He’d try to get you flowers or your favorite type of drink. He called you pet names that would make your heart flutter and beat, you don’t know what you did wrong for him to change so suddenly. It was like on day he flipped a switch, and you never knew why.

You tried recalling the day where it started and remembered that everyone was annoyed or being rude to Dabi, you didn’t know why and when you asked Spinner or anyone else they just said it was national, be a bitch to Dabi day. You laughed and shrugged it off ignoring it before walking up to your boyfriend giving him a kiss on the lips, only to be pushed into the wall and ignored. You just looked at him in shocked and it had only spiraled down from there to where you are now. 

Something had to be wrong. You knew it, Dabi had to have something to do with Shigaraki’s switch in behavior. You looked around the room for any camera and when you noticed that there were none, you called up the burnt male himself. He surprisingly picked up on the first ring.

“(Y/N)? I haven’t heard from you in 3 weeks. Or was it four? Doesn’t matter, where have you been?”

“Dabi, i need you to be honest with me, did you say something to Shigaraki?”

“Huh?”

“Dabi, five months ago Shigaraki flipped a switch and went from a caring boyfriend to an actually nightmare. I need to know if you or anyone else said something to him.” Dabi was quiet on the other line before sighing,

“About that time range i made a joke about sleeping with you, everyone knew it was a joke but apparently Shigaraki didn’t. I didn’t think he’d treat you like he did. Im sorry.” You fell silent. All this shit treatment because Shigaraki couldn’t a joke. Sure it pissed you off that Dabi made such a stupid joke but you were more mad at Shigaraki that he just treated you like shit instead of asking you and confronting you about it.

“Thank you for telling me. Do you know where Shigaraki is now?”

“He left about an hour ago, why?” Shit. You knew this was the only hospital close to your place and Shigaraki knew that too. You got up from your bed and locked the door before going back into your bed, watching the crack under your door incase the light was blocked.

“Dabi, I just want you to know that i forgive you.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about-” Your phone went silent as the battery died.

‘Shit shit shit shit!’ you thought to yourself as you beg for the phone to turn back on. But you fell silent as the light from the outside of your room was blocked.

“(Y/N), I know you're in there, open the fucking door before i decay it down.” You said nothing in fear. You were glued to your bed as you faced the door.

But that fear was nothing compared to seeing him actually decay the door.

“You stupid snitch. i should make your death as painful as possible.” he said as soon as he stepped inside your hospital room. 

“Shigaraki, I didn’t snitch I promise. Why don’t you believe me!” You say as you get off your bed and try to get as far away from him as possible. The pain of the bullet would making you wince.

“Why would I believe a cheating bitch like you?” Before you could speak a four fingered grip wrapped itself around your throat. Shigaraki was always fast, you should have known that you were gonna die even if you tried your hardest.

“I didn’t cheat on you!” You try to pry yourself from shigaraki’s grip.

“Dabi says otherwise.”

“Are you really going to believe him?! You didn’t even talk to me or ask me about it! Just went straight to believing him!” The grip on your neck got tighter.

“then why was they’re a hickey on your collarbone?!”

“You gave it to me! It was fading out!”

“That doesn’t change the fact you snitched!” His pinkie was grazing closer to your skin.

“I never snitched, I was robbed and then they shot me. If you went to my apartment you would see i was right.” He said nothing just staring at you with cold dead eyes. 

“Look! I have bandages wrapped around my calf!” Shigaraki looked down before saying something back.

“It was something the hero’s did so they could protect you in this shit hospital.” I was at that moment you knew, nothing you said would change his mind. You shed not a tear while looking him in the eyes

“I wish I never met you. Fuck you Tomura Shigaraki, I hope you die alone and I’ll see you in hell.” You move your head so his last and final finger touched your skin.

The pain of your skin decaying and falling off was much more painful than you thought it would be. You can remember screaming in pain but, it felt more of a emotional scream rather than one of physical pain. but it seems you weren’t the only one screaming.

The sounds of Shigaraki wailing and screaming your name reached your ears before all you heard was silence and saw nothing.

Shigaraki scrambled to try and grab you and even put you together, but your bloody ashes stuck to his hand. Remains of your existence covered his clothes as he screamed in pain. 

“No no no no! Wait please! I didn’t mean it!” He cried as his tears fell onto your ashes, the tears collecting the ashes and forming a grey tear drop. He wasn’t thinking clearly, he’s sorry! He didn’t want to kill you! 

Bile rose from his throat as he puked all over the ground, inches away from your ashes. He grabbed your ashes trying to pick them up to hold what was left of you. But all he got was the remains of your smeared all over his hoodie. He shook violently as  memories of you guys replayed in his mind, your happy face and the way you use to love him and care for him.

But now, you were nothing more than ashes on his sleeve, reminding him that he was now truly alone.

[freddie-weaselbee]

Someone Blue//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Slight language, angst, a lot of confusion, fluffy ending

Summary: Fred spots a familiar face at his brother’s wedding, and has a sinking suspicion about why she’s acting so upset during this time of celebration. 

Prompts: Enemies to Lovers (kind of) and Weddings with the dialogue prompts “you look like you need a hug” and “did you need something?”

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Day 1 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge 

Angelina looked absolutely ethereal, skin glowing in the shimmering lights as she glided across the grass as if it was a ballroom floor. Her white dress was slightly stained, mostly from when her now husband tackled her to the ground after their first kiss as a married couple, and yet it only made her seem all the more angelic. 

George’s feet seemed to never touch the ground. He was moving at record speeds, prancing and hopping and skipping around the dance floor, dragging his wife along with him. It was the most joyful Fred had ever seen him. 

Not when they left Hogwarts, not when they opened their shop, not even when Angelina said yes to the proposal could have compared to the happiness on George’s face. Nor Angelina’s. They were in a pure state of bliss. 

The rest of the wedding-goers seemed to match their energy. Fred couldn’t go anywhere without being bombarded with drunken laughs and horrid dancing, and the occasional congratulations or two from some tipsy guests who didn’t know that the man they were talking to wasn’t the groom. 

All in all, it was an amazing night. The field behind the burrow had become a traditional wedding venue for the growing Weasley children, so far hosting Bill, Percy, Ron, and now George’s days to remember. The tents and lights were all set up as they were with Bill and Fleur’s wedding, except this time there was no risk of Death Eaters ruining the event. Hopefully. 

However, while making his way around to talk to (and flirt with) the guests, Fred happened to notice one person who did not fit the overzealous tone. Well, he didn’t really happen to notice. Rather he’d been staring at her throughout the entire night, watching her somber mood break through her happy façade. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. 

You were standing by yourself, but you weren’t secluded from the action. Rather, you were right in the middle of things, on the very edge of the dance floor, staring out at the masses of bodies swinging their partners around. Your arms were crossed over your chest, a defensive position that Fred had seen so many times in you before. 

He turned away and tried to ignore it. It wasn’t any of his business if you were upset. The two of you were barely even friends anymore. You had cut him out of your life so many years ago and never looked back. To this day, Fred still didn’t know why, and it killed him. 

He wanted to walk away. To go the other direction toward a beautiful guest wearing a flowing red dress, hair done up perfectly. The stranger would be the smart choice. A fun way to spend the evening, dancing around and snogging under moonlit trees. But, against his better judgement, Fred’s heart wouldn't let him leave. 

Sighing, Fred lifted his feet and made his way in the other direction, to the girl who couldn’t care less about him. 

You stood unmoving, except for a subtle sway to the music. People brushed by you, but you paid them no mind. You were too focused on something else. As Fred drew nearer, he was able to follow your line of sight to the people in question. The newlyweds. 

Fred bristled before softening slightly. Of course. This must be about George. Back at Hogwarts, Fred was positive you had the biggest crush on his brother. You were always tagging along with their jokes, even when they got you into huge trouble. You definitely spent more time alone with George than Fred, sharing whispers and stares at the expense of the older twin. He could never get George to break and tell him what you two talked about. George even took you to the Yule Ball in your 6th year. You had never looked as radiant as you did that night, except for maybe this moment. Fred wished he had asked you to dance at the ball, but he never worked up the courage to. He didn’t want you to internally grimace at the thought of dancing with the “lesser” Weasley twin when George was right there. 

In his recollection of memories, Fred hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten to you, and how you were no longer gazing at the couple dancing. You were now staring at him. 

“Did you need something?”

Fred was shaken out of his imagination, met with an annoyed glare but soft smile coming from you. His surprise was immediately replaced with his signature cocky grin, leaning his hand onto one of the wedding tables while keeping his gaze on you. Unfortunately, his hand accidentally dipped into a wine glass, but he quickly pulled it out and hoped you didn’t notice. You did. 

“Well, that’s not a very nice way to greet one of your oldest friends, now is it?” Fred wiped his wine-covered hand on his suit pants and slipped it into his pocket, pretending to be unbothered by his previous mistake. 

You turned your eyes away from him, once again gluing them to the dance floor. “I think it’s fitting, seeing as how you were creepily staring at me for about 5 minutes before I said something.”

Fred’s ears grew pink at the accusation. “I, umm, I didn’t realize it was that long. Or that you noticed. Sorry.” He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to glance around at other guests who might interest him more. 

“You still haven’t answered me.”

Fred cocked his head to the side in question. 

“Why’d you come over here? Was there something you needed?”

“Ah, yes well,” Fred began smoothly, “I saw this darling beauty from across the tent and I just could not take my eyes off of her--”

“Fred,” you interrupted. You were looking at him again, your gaze piercing through him, forcing him to tell you the truth, to tell you everything about him. His fears, his hopes and dreams, what he had for breakfast this morning. He wanted to tell you it all. 

“The truth, please.”

Clearing his throat, and his mind of whatever thoughts just plagued him, Fred decided to be honest. You deserved that much. 

“You look like you need a hug,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. 

Evidently, those were not the words you were expecting to hear. You were prepared with about a dozen quips to say in response to whatever cocky joke Fred was about to make. But he didn’t, and nothing could have prepared you for what he did say. 

“I--I need a what?”

“Sorry, have you lost your hearing or was I not loud enough? It’s definitely not the second; you’ve told me on numerous occasions that I have the biggest mouth of anyone you know.”

There it was. But it still made you giggle, relaxing and gravitating closer to your companion. 

“I heard you,” you said, “just wasn’t expecting that from you, I guess.”

Fred took a half step closer, visibly glad when you didn’t move away. “Wasn’t expecting me to have noticed your behavior, or wasn’t expecting me to care if I did?”

It took you a few seconds to respond. “Both.”

He let out a sound of understanding before you both averted your eyes, looking straight ahead. Occasionally, Fred would try to look at you using his peripheral vision, and you would do the same. It became a kind of game--just an awkward back and forth between two people who used to be so close, and were now so far apart.

You game ended when one of the wedding guests decided to clink their glass, beginning a chorus of high pitched chimes to echo throughout the room. You watched as George turned to find Angelina, running to her to give her a kiss so full of love and passion that it took everything Fred had not to shout out a joke and ruin the moment. He could do that next time. 

He noticed you stiffen at the kiss, presumably because it was just another reminder of what you couldn’t have. George. 

“You know, I always wanted to be a Weasley.”

Fred was surprised that you had spoken to him, and even more surprised about the turn the conversation had taken. 

“I grew up with you guys,” you continued, not waiting for Fred to respond. “Molly was like my second mother, even though she always liked Hermione and Harry a bit more than me.”

“Join the club,” said Fred, causing you to laugh loudly, a sound he hadn’t heard from you in ages. Godric, how he had missed it.

“It’s just…” you trailed off, not knowing if you wanted to be open with Fred, someone you hadn’t spoken to in years. Chances were, you wouldn’t keep in touch much after the wedding, so you might as well. What was there to lose? “It’s just...seeing Angelina, one of my best friends, dance around, wearing that ring, getting to be an actual Weasley. It’s...it’s making me a wee bit jealous.”

Fred watched you fidget with a bracelet on your wrist and decided to push his luck just a bit more. “And you’re wishing that it could be you wearing the ring, married to a certain Weasley gentleman?”

The shock was evident in your expression. “No, no, it’s not--I mean I never…” Sighing, you decided to come clean. “Yeah, I’ve maybe been harboring feelings for a certain twin for, oh I don’t know, my entire life. No biggie though, it’s totally fine that he never asked me out.”

The ginger beside you threw an arm around your shoulder, handing you a glass of wine in the process. “Drink. It makes everything better.”

You glared at him, but took the glass anyways, chugging it down in a few large gulps. “Another, please,” you demanded, and Fred obliged. 

You started to ease into Fred’s side, as soft and comforting as you remembered it to be, before realizing exactly what it was you were doing. “Fred, can I ask you something?”

“‘Course. You can ask me anything.” The absolute last thing Fred wanted to be doing at the moment was talking about your undying love for his twin brother, at his wedding no less, but he didn’t want to leave you alone. Not seeing you for so long had had a harsher effect on him than he thought, and he didn’t want to leave your side. 

Taking a deep breath and gathering your courage, you asked him the question that had been plaguing your mind for years. The one that ate you from the inside out and kept you tossing and turning at night. The reason you had to separate yourself from your love in the first place. “Why am I not good enough?”

Your voice broke a tiny bit, but a lot less than you had been expecting. A tear did happen to slip out, and Fred quickly wiped it away, his fingertip resting on your cheek for a moment too long. 

“Y/N, love, come here.” Fred pulled you into that hug he had talked about earlier, holding you closely to his chest. If he thought you were going to appreciate the gesture, he was wrong. You pushed him away softly, refusing to let any more tears fall. 

“I’m serious, Fred. W-Why am I not good enough? I’ve made it clear for years and yet...nothing. And not even a simple rejection. I could’ve handled that, y’know. If I got a simple no, I could’ve handled it and moved on. But I never did, and it’s killing me. Why am I not good enough?”

It killed Fred to see you this upset, and it hurt him even more to see that the anger was directed at him and not at George. It was his brother that broke your heart after all, not him. “You are good enough!” Fred said, with enough truth and force that a little part of you believed it. “You’re, you’re too good! You’ve been by our side from the beginning and haven’t left it since. Well, we haven’t seen you in years, but that’s probably because of--”

You nodded, confirming what he thought. Your heartbreak had driven you away. 

“But other than that,” he continued, “you’ve been like my third arm. Any guy would be crazy to give you up, you know that?”

 A tiny smile grew on your face, but was gone as soon as it had arrived. “The timing...the timing was just all wrong, wasn’t it?” you asked. 

Fred nodded, watching his brother and his wife greet guests and take pictures that were sure to be on the mantle in the burrow as soon as the wedding was over. “Yeah, I guess so. The prick should’ve asked you out sooner.”

“Oh I agree wholeheartedly, he is a prick,” you said, poking his arm, a gesture that slightly confused him. “So, I’m guessing there’s no chance of anything happening now? No sliver of hope that maybe this could work out?”

He hated that he would be the one to crush your dreams, but he couldn’t let you keep living in false hope. “Well,” he said, “the wedding bands are on and they both said ‘I do.’ Kind of hard to come back from that. I’m sorry.”

You froze, now more befuddled than you had been all night. “I...what?”

Before Fred could say anything you reached to grab his left hand, checking his ring finger for something you knew wasn’t there, but you had to be sure. 

“Wedding bands? What in the world do you--” Realization hit you like a brick, and you wanted to slap yourself. Or Fred. Either one. But preferably the latter. 

“Frederick, my dear love, who do you think we have been talking about this whole time?” you asked, voice genuine but also teasing. 

Fred didn’t know what you all of a sudden found so amusing, but he was already doubting himself and he didn’t want you to make fun of him for whatever he had done wrong. 

“Umm, well you said a Weasley, and then you said a Weasley twin. So I thought the answer was obvious.”

“Say it,” you demanded. “Who have we been talking about? Who am I in love with after years of unrequited feelings?”

He felt like he was walking into a trap, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He hesitated for a few seconds before your searing gaze forced him to answer. “George. We’re talking about my brother George.”

No sooner had his words left his mouth than your hand came up to slap his head. “You idiot! Are you serious right now?”

Fred stood flabbergasted, racking his brain for who else you could have been talking about. George was a Weasley twin. You said you were in love with a Weasley twin. Who else was there?

“It’s you, you big oaf!”

Oh. OH! There were two Weasley twins, and he was one of them. Which meant…

“You’re in love with me?!”

By this point, heads were turned to watch the scene and people were not-so-subtly whispering to their partners. 

You dragged a still surprised Fred through the crowd and out of the tents, finding a secluded enough area where you could talk. 

Fred’s brain had still not been caught up. “It’s me? You’re in love with me? But, but what about George?”

You furrowed your brow, wondering how Fred could have so easily mistaken your feelings for him as those for another. “What about George?”

“You’re in love with him!”

“I most definitely am not!”

“The Yule Ball!” he spat out. “You went to the Yule Ball with him when we were 16!”

“Yes,” you said calmly, “and you went with Angelina, but I don’t see you two getting married. We went as friends and I talked to him about you the entire night. In fact, most of the time when we hung out I was talking about you. Made him swear not to tell though. I was never good about expressing my feelings.”

Fred put a hand to his head, a growing throb threatening to overtake his senses. “But why were you so sad tonight? You wanted to marry George!”

“No,” you said patiently. “I was sad because Angelina and George’s relationship worked out the way I was wishing one between you and I had. They fell in love during school, dated a few years later, and now she’s a part of your family. I wasn’t wishing it was just me out there with your brother. I was wishing that it was our wedding.”

You blushed heavily and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed by your bluntness about your feelings. “Oh, Godric, I shouldn’t have said that, now it’s more awkward. I, umm, I should probably get going.”

Fred grabbed your wrist before you could leave, pulling you into his chest. His eyes were wide, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he gazed down at your muddled expression. 

“It’s me. I’m the one you love.”

He said it as more of a declaration rather than a question, but you could tell that he needed confirmation. 

“Of course, Freddie,” you said. “It’s always been you.”

His hand wasted no time in going to the back of your head, pulling your face into his and melding your lips together in your first kiss with Fred Weasley. After the shock wore off, you were hastily kissing him back, hoping against all hope that he wouldn’t pull back and proclaim what a stupid mistake this all was. But he never did. You kissed and kissed and kissed until you were the one who had to pull back in order to catch your breath. 

It took you both a few seconds to realize what had just happened, and for the first time you both were at a loss for words. “That was, umm…” you mumbled, trying to think of what to say. 

“I love you too.”

Fred’s words were rushed out of his mouth, voice deep ragged. “I mean, when you said it was me, not George, that you loved. I, well, I love you too. Always have. Guess I just thought that you had a thing for George and I had no chance. Pretty silly of me, huh?”

“Downright stupid of you,” you replied, giggling as he pushed you away with a bashful smile gracing his lips. 

“So,” he said quietly, inching closer to you once again, “is there a chance of anything happening now?” Fred repeated the words you had said earlier, making you smile wider than you had all night. 

“Depends,” you said. “Are you gonna get the courage to ask me out?”

Fred waited for a moment before answering. “How about,” he said, offering his arm out for you to link with yours, “we have that dance we never got at the Yule Ball. And then that date we never got after, and then that relationship we never got as well. Oh! And then that wedding, and then a dog, maybe a few kids, a big house in the country--”

“Woahhh, slow down buddy, you haven’t ever properly asked me!”

You took his arm and made your way back to where the music continued to blare and festivities raged on. 

“Y/N, love, may I have this dance?”

You pushed a strand of hair from his face, ruffling it up a little to give it that signature Fred Weasley style. 

“Of course, Freddie. And every dance after that.”

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[pudimsuki]

Shoto Todoroki+Mall(fitting rooms?) +NSFW

Fitting rooms | Todoroki x reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+ content), public place.

Hmmm... Spicy? Spicy.

Your boyfriend was a peculiar man, as many would say.

Everyone always expected a lot from him, especially with the start of his hero career and the legacy left by his father. Yes, a hero of the people. Talented. Strong. Serious. Stoic, even.

What no one would have expected, of course, was to see him fuck his dear girlfriend inside a fitting room in the middle of a public mall.

It started innocently enough. All you wanted was a little help with a stuck zipper that was out of reach. Todoroki, as the good partner he was, quickly rose from his position on the waiting benches, ready to help you.

"I can't open it", you whispered as he entered the same cabin as you. He looked you up and down, modeled on the dress whose sales tag was still sticking out of the fabric.

“Beautiful.” He said. His intense gaze on you.

You smiled, knowing he never said anything he didn't mean. “Thank you, Sho. Maybe I should buy it then, hum?”

“Do it, I’ll pay. I want to take you out to dinner tonight, you should wear it.”

You wrapped an arm around his neck, fluttering your lashes at his heterochromatic eyes. "Yeah? Anywhere special?"

"You'll see. Now turn around." He commanded.

So you did, smiling at his conduct. He gently brushed your locks off your back, placing them over your bare shoulder and guided himself to the top of your zipper, which he slowly lowered, revealing your immaculate skin.

You were ready to turn around and thank him before you went back to change into your own clothes, but his hands held you in place, long fingers pressing into your hips.

Oh? You raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see it.

You could feel his warm breath on your back at how close you were, but still you remained silent.

Slowly ー way slower than necessary if you ask ー, he traced the line of your spine, the cool fingertips of his right hand creating a contrast to his breathing, making you close your eyes and arch your back slightly at the sensation.

You could vaguely hear the conversation of people in the store and the noise of other people entering and exiting the changing rooms surrounding yours, but that was far from your attention.

He touched the straps of your dress, running them with sensual speed down your arms, until they went through your wrists and hands. You didn't wear a bra.

With eyes still closed, you felt his soft lips touching the back of your neck, kissing the spot gently.

"Sho?" You whisper.

"You're just so pretty, love." He muttered over your skin, making you sigh in glee. Todoroki gripped your shoulders with both hands and began to trace your back with his mouth.

"We're at the mall", you tried to reason, already losing yourself in the sensations he always caused you. "Let's go home."

"Can’t. Need you now."

In mere seconds, your outfit was on the floor, leaving you in nothing but lace panties. You looked to the side, where a full-length mirror graced the wall and could see how Shoto towered over your back, tall, strong, and fully clothed, making you look even more vulnerable almost completely naked, your pert breasts reflected sideways on the glass and your hands resting on the wall for support.

You felt a wet spot forming on your panties at the sight.

“You’re still clothed.”

“And?”

You swallowed, mumbling. “And it’s not fair.”

Shoto just chuckled behind you, face close to the curve of your neck. His hands traveled through your waist.

“I think I'm spoiling you too much. Don't worry, tonight you can see what you want. For now, this will be just an appetizer.”

“For who?” You grumbled sarcastically.

“For me, of course.” He simply replied, his voice a tone below normal. Suddenly he presses your hips against him, making it clear the tent in his pants. You purred in desire, making him laugh once more. "Although something tells me you'll enjoy it too."

“Sho, please…”

“Shh, I’ll take care of you. Now, be quiet or people will hear you.”

You closed your eyes as you felt him circle your clothed intimacy with his fingertips and just nodded, hearing some laughter from other customers chatting near the dressing room.

"Always so wet for me." He praised, close to your ear.

He released you for a brief moment and you heard the noise of his pants being unzipped. You were about to take off your own underwear, but he was quick to grab your wrists.

"Hands on the wall."

You swallowed, obeying his orders.

He then lowered your panties over your feet, pulling them off completely. Before you could do anything, he was wrapping his arms around your figure, holding you close. The tip of his cock touching your ass.

Your piece of lace was crumpled in one of his hands, which he brought to your face. The smell of your own arousal rose in your nostrils.

"Open your mouth."

"What?" You questioned incredulously.

"Open it." He repeated. You couldn't help but feel your folds even wetter from it. "I don't want anyone listening to you and interrupting us."

You parted your lips, feeling the fabric being shoved through your mouth and touching your wet muscle.

Is this just the appetizer? You thought to yourself, but couldn’t form any other notion before feeling him press your clit, letting a muffled moan escape your mouth.

“Sorry, honey. I can’t wait now.” With that, he pulled your hips up, setting you at a desired angle before slowly thrusting into your unprepared, but still wet, hole. Your cry was muffled by the fabric in your mouth and you arched your back even more to try to accommodate the full length of him inside you.

“So tight.” He breathed. He was going to take all the time in the world with you after dinner. But right now, all he needed was to feel your warm walls tighten around him. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

You just nod your head, eyelids pressed together. Just the feeling of him was making your legs weak.

“Shoto”, you tried to say, even with the panties stuffing your lips, but he understood the message right away, already starting his lunges at a fast pace, a complete contrast to his earlier slow touches.

You moaned, and you knew immediately that the idea of covering your mouth was appropriate, since you were pretty sure someone would have heard your lewd sounds if he hadn't done that.

Shoto just groaned in your ear, making you even more alight.

You ground your teeth into the fabric, your saliva soaking your panties. How would you use that later? You had no idea.

He returned to circling your clit, as fast and hard as his thrusts.

You sought support on the wall in front of you, gluing your forehead to the surface.

"Look at you," Shoto panted, eyes traveling between your bare back and the mirror beside you, unable to decide which view was more pleasing, "so pretty."

Within minutes, you soon felt the knot forming in your stomach. You tried to warn him, but all that came from your clothed mouth was reduced to muffled cries.

“I know, love.” He said, knowing your body language like the palm of his hands.

You gasp, throwing your head back when you feel your knot exploding outward. Todoroki grunts and you tighten around him, but he doesn't slow the pace of his thrusts, seeking his own release.

You feel your legs soften and you moan with the overstimulation. When he finally comes, you have one hand gripped on his arm, which circles your body, keeping you steady.

The two of you are silent for a few seconds, just your breath filling the cubicle. You internally prayed that no one had heard the sex noise coming from your cabin.

Shoto finally turned you to him, pulling the intimate piece out of your mouth right away and delighting in your expression, spittle running down your lips.

He bent down towards them before you could dry them and kissed you fondly, as if to make up for his earlier actions.

"How am I going to get out now?" You questioned with wide eyes, noticing the liquids from both of you trickling down your thighs. Your panties were equally wet. "I can't use this."

"Well, there's nothing to be done." He simply said.

"It's your fault!" You hissed, trying to keep your voice down. "And don't say that when you're still fully dressed."

"Technically," he commented after zipping up his pants, reaching for the dress you had tried on and watching you pull your own clothes off the hanger, "you called me here. So we're even."

Oh, if looks could kill. He thought and couldn't resist the smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"I'll pay for the dress. I'll meet you outside."

"What? No, wait! Don't just leave me he-"

Too late, he was already sneaking out of the cabin.

You just stood there, mouth open in disbelief.

Perhaps the society of heroes would lose one of its rising stars today.

Cause you would kill him.

That was fun, haha

Hope you like it! Thank you for reading and for the support!

Angie ❤

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