#608 words!?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?

[koffeesfancy]

8. “Are we happy?” | Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: Can you build a future when your girlfriend is still looking back?

Rating: Mature (due to language)

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 608

A/N: Tomorrow is the last day of an annoying two-week virtual training I’ve had at work. I’m so surprised that I’ve lasted this long doing daily updates, particularly during such a busy time. Also, I’m really enjoying this mini-series. I never would have thought that I could maintain so much plot with so few words. I definitely tend to overwrite, with many of my fics reaching 5,000+ words a chapter- which may sometimes take weeks to edit. 500-750 words is really beginning to feel like a sweet spot as it makes frequent updates far more feasible.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

You sat on the couch, staring at the clock, watching the hours crawl by. It was nearly midnight, and you’d been home since four, waiting. Waiting and wondering where Riri had gone. You kept replaying the scene at the clothing store over and over in your head—walking in and asking about the interview, the embarrassment when your friend told you Riri had left without even meeting the manager. The disappointment, the confusion. The anger.

When you got back home, you tried calling her. Once. Twice. Fifteen times. Each ring felt like a heavier weight pressing on your chest until it became hard to breathe. The phone eventually stopped buzzing in your hand, and now you were just staring at it, waiting for a message, a call, anything to explain why she’d gone ghost.

When the door finally opened, you jumped, relief flooding your body for half a second before the anger kicked back in. Riri stepped inside like nothing was wrong, like she hadn’t just left you hanging for hours. She tossed her jacket on the cost rack and started pulling off her Jordans.

“Where the hell you been?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended, trembling at the edges. You were shaking now, tears you’d been holding back starting to burn at your eyes. “I’ve been calling you for hours, Riri! I was worried—”

Riri waved you off, barely glancing at you. “I’m fine. Chill out.”

“No, I’m not finna chill out!” you snapped, standing up. “You missed the interview. My friend put her neck out for you, and you didn’t even show. What were you doing all day?”

Riri sighed, rolling her eyes as she stepped into her slides. “I was making money.”

You froze, your mind scrambling to make sense of it. “What… what you mean you were making money?” you asked, your voice trembling. “You didn’t—Riri, tell me you ain’t—” The words stuck in your throat. Rob somebody. Steal something.

She glanced at you, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. “Calm down, Ma. I ain’t rob nobody. Moved a few ounces, that’s all.”

The relief you felt was immediate but short-lived. This wasn’t better. Not by a long shot. Your stomach dropped as the realization sank in. “You sold weed? That’s what you been doing instead of going to your interview?”

Riri shrugged, grabbing a hoodie from the chair. “I wasn’t about to be getting dropped off by my girl to make $20 an hour, Ma. You know me better than that.”

Your chest tightened. “Riri… I can’t believe you right now. I’ve been breaking my back, doing everything I can to make this work, and you out here hustling like we still in the streets. Is this what you want? To keep living like this?”

She stopped at the door, looking back at you, bored, like she was already over the conversation. “Come outside.”

You followed her, your heart racing, part of you scared of what you might find. She led you down to the curb, where a sleek, black Dodge Charger sat gleaming under the streetlights.

You stared at the car, then back at Riri, your stomach twisting into knots. “Riri, what is this?”

She smirked, tossing you the keys. “That’s what I been doing today.”

You caught the keys, staring at them like they were about to explode in your hand. A sick, hollow feeling settled in your chest. “Are we happy?” you whispered, not sure if you were asking her or yourself. Riri just laughed, walking past you and heading back toward the apartment, leaving you standing there with the keys to a car you never wanted.

[smolbeandrabbles]

Sirens - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader - Drabble (Animal Kingdom)

It’s not specifically Show / Movie. So. Chose your Andrew. 😉

GIF CREDITS: If it’s Mendo it’s probably @benmendo ❤ it is, by the way  @adrideran for Shawn!

Author’s Note: “Opps! How did THIS happen!” I wrote half of this last night (31/03/19) for Movie!Pope, and the other half way on back last May for Show!Pope. So it’s not even like I had a specific Pope in mind... I do have to say, if you’ve seen the movie, check out the show - Shawn does an AMAZING job And If you haven’t seen the movie... Just... even just to understand how incredible Shawn is... Look just go watch it okay. Ben is FLAWLESS. Give Shawn an Emmy, my God!

Premise: Laying low again from whatever the hell he’s done this time Andrew Cody has a confession to make...

Disclaimer: The usual, I don’t own anything! Words: 608 Warnings: mention of death.

Well, your reputation beats you to this Little town like breaking news Of a devastation that you left behind I guess I just ain't the running kind Well, I let you crumble every wall 'Cause I like the risk that's in your reckless touch And I've always had a weakness for A terrible and twisted storm 'Cause your kiss is an adrenaline rush

I knew what I was chasing when I ran that dark cloud down You were nothing but trouble, baby... Wanted to dance in the eye of danger Knowing good well I'd regret it later The warning lights were flashing like lightning I should've listened to the sirens

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You jumped as you flicked the lights to your apartment on. It was just like him to give you a heart attack, sitting very still in the middle of your living room; "ANDREW--!! WHAT THE HELL---!?!"  "SHHH..!!!" He shook his head and silenced you. You stared around your apartment for a minute; who the hell would expect to find him here and bug your apartment though? You weren’t even sure The Cody’s knew you existed. And right now you were more concerned about him.  "... What the hell happened!?!" You dropped your things and crossed to him, cuts and bruises covered his face and his hands... You sat on the coffee table and gathered his hands in yours "Babe! What did you do!?" You knew his family. His work. It couldn't be good. You accepted that. But you would trust anything and DO anything for those eyes of his. "Nothin..." He tucked stray hairs behind your ear and shook his head “Don't worry about it... I just... Need to lay low here for a while... OK..." He was quiet, as if anyone could be listening. "Only if you tell me what you did." It wasn't really a condition. Of course you'd let him stay. Of course you would protect him.

“Y/N….I…” He stopped and bit his lip, looking away from you and you knew a confession was imminent. “What?” Your eyes were suddenly larger – you were concerned and began searching his face for something. Anything. Your hands squeezed his a little harder… Nothing. He’s so damn hard to read. “…Andrew… look at me.” He did, but everything in him was fighting to tell you. or not to tell you... The last time he did this… Your eyes looked between his… You weren’t scared of him… but FOR him… “Y/N… I… I killed people…” He tried to hard stop there, but it came anyway; “Once…. I killed someone because-” You shook your head. But instead of backing away like he expected, you leant in, pushing a finger to his lips. It was the first time he’d ever considered telling you about murder; you guessed it was just another part of the Cody job description... You had about 2 seconds to decide if that bothered you at all. It didn’t, you realised, when you were just relieved it wasn’t him that was dead... “STOP.” You shook your head again “STOP doing this to yourself. I TOLD you. I TOLD you. I don’t care about the why or how... I care about who you ARE.” “That IS who I am.” “NO! It isn’t. Why do you let yourself believe that! STOP! Andrew, I love you…” You shook your head for a third time, and it was the only time you broke eye contact with him “I love you, anyway…” He searched your eyes for anything that would tell him that wasn’t the truth. Not because he wanted to leave you, but because he thought that would always be the case... eventually. You knew that you would come back from work or get up one morning and he would be gone. And that was OK. You accepted that that was how it worked. Andrew Cody always came back. He’d never tell you when or how, but he would. Still, that didn’t stop you believing, arms around you like this, that one day he would stay...

Until then, you were content with stealing moments of your own. Just like this. All too quickly his lips left yours; “Didn’t your parent’s ever warn you to stay away from men like me?” He only made you smile; “I was never very good at heeding warnings...”

[maddenleftchat]

Yandere Momo headcanons?

Triggers: mention of manipulation, mention of possessive behaviors, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationships, mention of being kidnapped, mention of being sold/bought off, mention of unwanted affection, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Momo

Momo is an...odd case.

Momo is a possessive and manipulative yandere.

And if you thought she was delusional, you'd be dead wrong.

She knows what she is doing, and she knows it is wrong.

So don't be fooled dear reader.

Momo will not be easy to avoid either.

Why?

Because she's rich, and an "innocent" teenage girl.

~

Momo will likely just buy you from your family.

But you might be thinking: Buy me?! Yeah right! My family would never sell me out!

And to that I say, you are the foolish one here reader.

When the temptations of money and fame are placed in front of mankind.

Man tends to do anything, give anything, and kill anything to get those desires.

So don't be surprised if you do end up being bought.

BUT!

To keep your little mind from racing, let's say your parents don't sell you.

Then what?

Well, her parents are in the business world, and the business world is full of underground work.

So, it's not surprising if she asks her mommy to hire a few friends to gently retrieve her favorite possession, you.

~

So, now that you have been kidnapped, what should you expect?

Being trapped in a basement?

being treated like trash?

Torture?

Well, no.

Quite the opposite actually.

The moment you awaken from your slumber, you will be treated like royalty.

The moment you wake up in the silk sheets, and look around the room.

You will notice how advanced it is.

The room will be filled with expensive furniture and the latest technology.

There will also be a servant right at your bedside.

They will greet you with a smile and wish you good morning.

Then offer you breakfast.

After you have eaten the entire feast that was your breakfast, you will be taken to the closet.

Now, you might expect it to be filled with desire.

Well you'd be right and wrong.

Depending on your preference of clothing, that will fill half the closet.

And then the other half will be filled with designer dresses, suits, shoes, and bags.

You will then be left alone to get dressed, I wouldn't try to escape, or you'll lose the privilege of getting dressed by yourself.

And once you are done getting dressed, you'll get to see your kidnaper.

The one and only Momo, and she will sweep you up into her arms.

From there, you'll get a tour of the house and the day's activities will begin.

~

Momo's behavior will consist of:

Constantly touching you, somewhere.

It doesn't matter where, she just wants to hold you.

She doesn't care if you like it or not.

Of course she won't smoother you, but you'll have to at least hold hands with her.

Momo won't keep you locked away from the outside world.

As a matter of fact you can go outside without her!

But….(of course there is a but, it couldn't be too good).

You will always be accompanied by at least 3 bodyguards.

Hell, go to the mall and treat yourself, love!

She'll encourage you to go outside.

Unlike other yanderes, she prefers that you keep your sanity.

Momo makes you eat dinner with her.

Since she can't eat breakfast with you because she has already left for UA by the time you wake up.

And she's at school for lunch.

And during dinner she likes to talk about her day to you, and please do tell her about your day.

After dinner you two will either read together, or watch a movie/show together.

~

In short: she's not the WORST, but of course...she does have her unhealthy habits...

Word count: 608

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Thanks for reading.

[fanfics4all]

First Kiss

Request: Yes / No 

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 608

Warnings: Nothing! 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

A/N:  Bingo card made by @slyttherins​

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Sirius was babbling on about something he, James, Remus, and Peter did earlier in the day. I honestly wasn’t paying attention, all I could think about were his lips on mine. The two of us were sat in the astronomy tower after curfew, something we did often. Normally I’d be staring up at the stars with my head on his shoulder, but all I could think about was how incredibly mesmerising his lips were. Whatever the hell he was talking about had me laughing, but that was most things he talked about. He chuckled himself, mentioning how he and James had to run while Remus and Peter stood in shock. 

“That’s awful.” I giggled. He raised an eyebrow at me, he could tell I wasn’t totally confident in my statement. 

“It was, wasn’t it?” He smirked. His eyes met mine and he looked at me funny.

“What’s wrong? Have I got something on my face?” He asked. My cheeks heated up as I watched him wipe his jaw before I could even respond. His thumb and forefinger wiped along the outline of his lips, pinching delicately at his bottom lips for a short time, but it was long enough to drive me more crazy. 

“Nothing, just that fuzz you call facial hair.” I smiled. He took his lip into his mouth to keep from smiling. 

“I��ll remember that Y/N/N.” He replied.

“I’m sure you will.” I said, noticing the way his eyes glanced at my lips. I licked them without thinking about it. 

“You’re thinking about something.” I said. 

“Might be.” He nodded lightly, taking in my face, lingering on my lips. By instinct I bit it. A slight pink shade raised to his cheeks. 

“Uh, is it just me or is it hot up here?” He asked and I laughed. I dropped my head back, lightly hitting the wall we were leaning against. Suddenly I felt his nose resting against my jaw as his breath fanned my chin. 

“I’m thinking about a lot of things.” He mumbled and my laughter died in my throat. 

“Like what?” I whispered. 

“Like kissing you.” He whispered, his nose gently nudging my skin, asking me to drop my head. 

“Really?” I asked, turning to face him with a blush. 

“Really.” He hummed, once again studying my face. 

“What are you waiting for?” I whispered, pulling him a bit closer by his jumper. Sirius gently cupped my jaw and slowly leaned forward. I closed my eyes and waited for what felt like an eternity for his lips to land on mine. They were as soft as I dreamed they were. He was gentle and sweet, just like he always was with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to get him closer to me. My fingers tangled in his soft curly hair as his fingers tailed my sides. It was a magical kiss that felt my lips tingling and wanting more. 

“I know you’ve wanted that for a bit now.” He whispered. 

“Was I really that obvious?” I blushed. 

“Honestly? No, Lilly told me.” He chuckled and my blush deepened. 

“I can’t believe her! I told her that in confidence!” I said. 

“Are you upset that she told me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“No, but she still betrayed my trust.” I huffed and he laughed. 

“Don’t be upset, love, you got what you wanted in the end. Now I can do this whenever I want.” He said and kissed me again. I smiled into the kiss and suddenly everything but my love for him disappeared. I suppose I need to actually thank Lilly for betraying my trust.

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[eldrai]

Touch

Whumptober 2021 - Day 31 - Prompt: Trauma

Characters: Morgan

Warnings: sexual harassment/sexual assault, groping, past CSA

Words: 608

Summary: The touch is so brief he brushes it off as an accident. It's just a crowded club.

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Derek’s flirting with the bartender – no better way to ask about regulars – and the touch is so brief he brushes it off as an accident. It’s just a crowded club. Though his train of thought abruptly derails he manages to keep up his demeanour and betray nothing to the other man.

“I mean, how many people do you meet?” Derek says. Ice clinks in his glass. “And – you know, what I never got was how you remember them.”

“The interesting ones,” the man says, “and the pretty ones.”

“Yeah?”

“I’d remember you,” he says.

Derek goes to reply but there’s a hand on him—

this is wrong he can’t he doesn’t want to

—and he shifts, glances around, breath freezing in his chest. His heart races and Derek has to force himself to relax, as much as it goes against every instinct, to keep up his façade. He can’t tell who it was. He angles himself more towards the room, scans the crowd for someone, something to tip him off, and he casts a subtle look at Hotch (pretending to be someone who enjoys being here) who happens to be looking in the wrong direction and talking to someone himself.

A strange mixture of relief it hadn’t been seen and anxiety the person had slipped away unnoticed crashes over him.

He turns back to his conversation, but the back of his neck prickles and Derek isn’t concentrating, not really. His fingerprints smear the glass he pushes back and forth between hands. Talking to the bartender his words sit like ash on his tongue.

Just focus on what he—

run why can’t he run he can’t

—the hand remains a fraction of a second longer than it did on his crotch, no less invasive and repulsive than the first. Derek whips around but it’s impossible to pick out any of the people behind him as responsible. His stomach sinks. Their unsub goes for smaller men, more withdrawn men, but that doesn’t mean the man can’t make exceptions. And if it is their guy – which, in some weird way, he hopes it is if only to give his fear a reason – he’ll make himself known fairly soon.

Derek forces a sip of his drink. His mouth goes bone dry immediately after.

“—okay?” the bartender asks.

“Yeah,” Derek lies. “I was just thinking.”

The man quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Condensation trickles into his palm, and Derek relishes the grounding cold amongst the cloying stuffy air. His easy chatter is considerably less easy, tense in anticipation.

The next time he feels the familiar light pressure he snaps. He grabs the hand before they can yank it away and whips around. Painted nails press against his palm. The woman’s wide-eyed surprise lasts just a second before she gives him a predatory smirk, moving closer.

“Get the hell off me,” Derek says, pushing her off him as he takes a step back. Her face twists into a confusion he doesn’t stick around to see if it’s natural.

Forgetting the bartender, he cuts through the crowd, head swimming. Derek’s chest becomes less tight with every step until he bursts into the cool night air. His skin burns with hands. Most of them today. Some of them from—

Derek bangs the side of his fist against the rough brickwork, deep breaths evening out to a sigh. “How hard is it,” he mutters, “to keep your goddamn hands to yourself?”

He paces in a rough circle, trying not to inhale the stale cigarette smoke from the inebriated people stumbling past him, as his nerves subside to a low buzz those memories always provoke.

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain:  Chapter 608:  Swimsuit Runway:  Part II/III

"You guys ready up there?" Yang shouted up the stairs.

Jaune looked between the others, and turned back to the stairs, "Yes!"

"Sweet!" Yang shouted, "You'd better be ready for a show. I want those eyes to pop out of their heads."

"He doesn't need to stare!" Blake shouted.

"He can stare if he wants to!" Weiss shouted.

"Whoa, Ice Queen." Yang uttered.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I'm just impressed." Yang said to her. She then turned back to the stairs, "Here we come."

The first one to reach the top of the stairs was Yang's face. She gave Jaune a salacious wink. The next thing to come up was Yang's bodacious bossom bouncing in her barely-bound yellow bikini. When she reached the tops she did a slow spin, making sure to stick out her butt just enough for Jaune to appreciate every curve, and he certainly did.

"And?.." Ren asked Qrow, "You are okay with this?"

"I honestly have no idea. She's as old as Raven was when... you know." Qrow voiced, "But!" he shouted, "Might be time to give the other girls a chance?!"

"Yeah-yeah." Yang dismissively said as she sauntered into the room. She then turned back to the stairs, "Red rover - red rover, send Ruby over."

Up the stairs came Ruby., head hidden in her hood, body cloaked by her cloak.

"Seriously, Rubes?" Yang asked.

"We did try to stop her!" Blake shouted up the stairs.

"Ruby?" Yang asked, and the hood turned towards her, "Don't tell me you don't want Jaunie here to look your over like you were the most delicious thing in the world.

"Well... um..." she voiced, and looked at Jaune. "Do you promise to... um... eat me... with your eyes?.."

"The word is ravage." Yang said, and Ren raised his eyebrows questioningly at Qrow. Qrow just shrugged.

"They're not fighting."

"I promise." Jaune said, causing everyone's head to snap to him, and then momentarialy back to Ruby as she slowly opened the cloak and reached up, pausing with her hands on the hood. "I do love staring into your eyes." Jaune said. Ruby slowly lowered the hood, and saw the ravenous gaze Jaune was giving her. This caused her to meep and then hide back in her hood.

"You did good, Rubes." Yang said, and then waved her over, "Come over here." Ruby at first teppidly moved over, and then she dropped to all fours to run. Ruby, still on all fours, cowered behind Yang. Yang then yelled at the stairs, "Who's next?" she asked, followed by Weiss scoffing and loud footfalls on the stairs.

"Your turn," Jaune said to Ren, "Remember to look at her like a hungry beast."

"Beast implies I'm a mammal." Ren voiced, "I will look at her like a hungry serpent."

Jaune then leaned towards him to whisper, "You can do this." Ren nodded as Nora climbed the stairs, and their eyes locked, the two simply staring at each other for a moment.

"Okay, yeah, fine," Nora voiced, "but my eyes aren't what you are supposed to be looking at, silly."

Ren's eyes slowly fell and saw her in her adorable, pink, beskirted one piece.

Yang silently counted to twenty before speaking up, "Okay, time's up."

"But?!" Nora protested.

"Now that you own the swimsuit, you CAN wear it anytime you want."

"I can?!" Nora asked.

"Yang?" Jaune admonished.

"What?" Yang asked.

"You know she's going to abuse that."

"I - don't - know - what - you - are - talking - about." Nora voiced.

"I reserve my right to spank the both of you." Jaune asserted.

"Okay." both Yang and Nora said at the same time.

Jaune, Oscar, and Ilia all looked shocked.

"Okay, Next!" Yang shouted.

"After you." Blake said.

"Thank you, kindly." Weiss said, and elegantly walked up the stairs. At the top she did a pirouette and then curtsied. "You grace me with your attentions." Weiss added.

"What a nice hoity-toity way to say eye ravaging." Yang said.

"Yeah!" Ruby said, instantly standing up, pointing at Weiss.

"Way to go exposing yourself." Yang said to her. Ruby blushed and hid back in her cloak... or at least tried to, only to find Yang had removed it. Ruby nervously tried to cover herself.

"You look beautiful." Jaune stated.

Ruby blushed, completely unsure of what to do. Her only recourse was to hide behind Yang.

Weiss cleared her throat, and everyone looked back at her.

"That has to be the most polite way," Yang said, "of getting a guys attention."

"Well," Ruby voiced, "it worked." She then looked about nervously.

Weiss turned to the stairs, loudly clearing her throat, "Darling?!" she called. At first it seemed as if nothing happened, until Blake silently creasted the stairs. She flexed her back, and quicky but elegantly twisted her body around before looking Jaune right in the eyes.

"So?.." Ruby nervously asked, looking around Yang, "what do we do now?"

"Can't we stay in our swimsuits?!" Nora asked, "Yang promised."

"You can stay in your swimsuits for today." Jaune said.

"You should join us!" Nora exclaimed.

"I... don't have one..." Jaune said.

"Well, then, why the hell didn't you come with us?" Yang asked.

"Because I have seven sisters." Jaune stated.

"What?," Yang asked, "you thought we would get catty?"

Ruby crouched down around Yang's legs, making a clawing motion with her hands.

"You..." Weiss quietly voiced, "are... you know... a wolf."

"I can't claw?" Ruby asked, causing Blake to scoff. Weiss simply shook her head. Ruby then stood upright and then flew at Weiss as rose petals. Weiss breathed in deep, doing her best to nonchalantly play along. Her upbringing told her to escape and evade, but her friendship held her steadfast. Ruby reverted, grabbed her arm, and started to give it playbites. The only thing Weiss did was to bring her other arm out and begin petting her head.

Blake flipped out and ran up the stairs.

"I'll..." Jaune voiced, as he stood up, and turned towards the stairs, "get..." he then paused, looking up the stairs. He then sighed.

Yang walked up beside him, "Kitty-cat?!" she shouted, and got no reply, "Jaune's going to come up and get you! If he breaks an antler, it's all your fault!"

Blake's head appeared upside down, looking down at them.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" Jaune asked her.

"She's acting like a wild animal!" Blake exclaimed.

"Like a what?" Jaune asked.

"It's a," Yang voiced, "Menagerie thing. Why the hell don't you just come down here, and we can like talk about it?"

Jaune simply nodded.

Blake flipped around, landing perfectly on her feet, and stepped down the stairs. "As long as you guys don't gang up on me."

"That is a most reasonable request." Weiss voiced.

Blake meandered over to a couch and sat down beside Ren and Nora, the others coming to join her. Jaune sat between the sisters. Weiss sat with Qrow and Oscar, while Ilia and Aurora had the other couch.

Ruby looked up and found herself reaching for Jaune's antlers. Jaune didn't seem to notice, or if he did, but did not react.

"If we act like beasts?" Blake asked, "How can be expect the Humans to treat us equally."

"We can't." Jaune said to her, causing everyone's head to quickly snap to him. "Humans and Faunus are not equal."

"So?!" Blake desperately asked, "we not worth as much as Humans?!"

"No." Jaune simply voiced.

"So?!" Blake asked, "You're like Adam, thinking Faunus are BETTER than Humans?"

"Also no. Jaune voiced.

"Then what?!" Blake desperately asked.

"Who's worth more?," Jaune said, pointing to Ren and then Nora, "Ren or Nora?"

"WHAT?!" Blake asked.

"Can you answer the question?" Jaune asked. "Do you WANT to answer the question?!"

"Of course not!" Blake said, and the verge of tears.

"Legally." Jaune voiced, "they are a Huntress and a Huntsman."

"Huntressesmen!" Nora exclaimed.

Jaune looked over at her, "NO!" he admonished, and Nora dejectedly dropped her head, letting out a,

"pfft."

Jaune then looked back at Blake, "They have the same priviledges." Jaune voiced, "As they should, but if you treat Ren like Nora or Nora like Ren!"

"I'd get in a LOT of trouble!" Nora added, and Blake glared at her. "What?" Nora asked.

"We can't ask," Jaune continued, "to be treated exactly the same."

"Why not?!" Blake asked. And Jaune paused, breathing deeply to prevent from raising his voice. Instead it came out at a loud-polite level, enhanced with his deep baritone.

"Because we're individuals." Jaune voiced, "We should be treated like it."

"But?!" Blake shouted.

"But?" Jaune asked, "What can you do about it?"

"Are you asking me?!" Blake said in a near panic.

"No." Jaune voiced, and she just looked at him questioningly. "You are passionate, and it's one of the most beautiful things about you.

"But!" Blake stated.

Jaune once again breathed in deep to keep an even tone, thinking of a different way to go about it. "What have you accomplished?"

"What do you mean?" Blake asked.

"I mean?," Jaune asked, "in the White Fang, what did you accomplish?" He then looked about, raising his hands, "Are the Faunus more accepted than?.." Jaune asked.

"You're blaming me?!" Blake asked.

"NO!" Jaune bellowed, and she sat back down, "No one is blaming you. The only one thing you've done wrong is..."

"IS?!" Blake asked.

"Overreach." Jaune voiced.

"But, if I don't?.."

"You're wearing yourself thin." Jauned added.

"Okay!" Yang said, raising her hand, and Jaune and Blake paused for breath, "I know we promised not to pick on you, but I did bring this up to you in Beacon, remember?"

"When?" Blake asked.

[manuscripts-dontburn]

The Doll Factory

Author: Elizabeth Macneal

First published: 2019

Pages: 336

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 3 days

I felt that this book, while perhaps not exceptional, was very well put together. It was paced just right and the sense of growing dread escalates in a way which kept me glued to the page. Truly well written historical fiction.

Heaven and Hell: A History of the Afterlife

Author: Bart D. Ehrman

First published: 2020

Pages: 352

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 2 days

I am rather conflicted about this book. Firstly, as a Christian bordering on agnosticism (I have never been a part of any church and my family is completely atheistic), I felt both somehow comforted by Ehrman´s deductions and somewhat resentful at the same time. Not because he very convincingly talks about the changing of religious perspectives (I am a historian myself so that information was only natural), but because he is clearly working with the notion of non-existence of God, not really treating it as a possibility. That, however, is my own personal issue. Objectively speaking, this is a very good book. Though academic in tone, it reads quite easily and is obviously well researched. The title, however, is misleading. Like many others, I had expected this to be a study of VARIOUS theories of afterlives, but 80% of the book is focused on early Christianity only. Not that isn´t fascinating, but for people hoping to learn something about other religions and cultures and their post-mortem ideas, it can only represent a big disappointment. So - know what you are getting, have an open mind and you might find this book a worthy addition to your personal library.

Wuthering Heights The Graphic Novel

Author: Emily Brontë, John M. Burns

First published: 2011

Pages: 160

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 1 day

I don´t think there is much to review. I love the original book. I enjoyed its re-imagining here.

The Vanishing

Author: Sophia Tobin

First published: 2017

Pages: 390

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

How long did it take: 3 days

This was sort of OK I guess??? The beginning was promising, but I lost interest in the latter half, which also became somewhat convoluted. Not very memorable, though Sophia Tobin´s writing style is fine. I would not mind trying another book by her in the future.

The Mercies

Author: Kiran Millwood Hargrave

First published: 2020

Pages: 352

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 7 days

Stunningly-written and deeply moving, this book has really only one weakness. It somewhat drags in the middle. But the atmosphere is alive and palpable and the emotions pure and real. There are many other books dealing with the topic of witch-trials, but few manage to be as powerful as well as respectfully restrained. Hargrave as an author knows how to keep the balance and her book beautiful.

The Wizard of Oz and Other Wonderful Books of Oz: The Emerald City of Oz and Glinda of Oz

Author: Frank L. Baum

First published: 1900, 1910, 1920

Pages: 432

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 5 days

This book is not commonly known in my country and so I have only read it for the first time now when I am over thirty. It definitely has its charm, especially the first volume, which holds some beautiful truths one wishes to teach the children (or adults). The Emerald City of Oz and Glinda of Oz are both mostly just a flight of fancy with no actual conflict. In fact, the danger to any of the characters is so nonexistent it begs the question of "why should I care". Not bad, but perhaps I would have loved it more if I was 5, not 33. Mea culpa.

Vasilisa the Wise and Other Tales of Brave Young Women

Author: Kate Forsyth

First published: 2017

Pages: 103

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 1 day

Very sweet retelling of several classic fairytales in which the girl saves herself (even if she needs some help by others, and the others are never the prince).

S.

Author: J.J. Abrams, Doug Dorst

First published: 2013

Pages: 456

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 19 days

This book felt like an acid trip with Umberto Eco or something in a similar vein to me. I was rather terrified that the whole thing would be completely dependant on the unusual format, but to my delight, the format merely enhances and enriches the actual novel, which in itself is dark, confusing, moving, terrifying, philosophical and weirdly fascinating. I am sure a lot has escaped my attention or flew over my head, but I welcome it because it gives me more reason to return to the book in the future. It was not all flawless though. My biggest gripe, as an actual Czech person, is that even though so much effort and thought went into the creation of this book, the author decided that Google translate will do just fine - and no surprise - it did not. There are not many instances of the Czech language being used, but when it is... it is all wrong. The Czech language is quite difficult and complex and Google translate does not know how to deal with it most of the time. Just one example: In the book, Eric writes OPICE TANCE on the wall and says it is Czech for "MONKEY DANCES". Yeah. Yeah, it is. IF THE WORD "DANCES" IS TAKEN AS A NOUN IN PLURAL. The correct translation would be "OPICE TANČÍ" and trust me it IS a big big difference. (Do not get me started on the vintage newspaper article....) You definitely need a lot of brainpower and focus when reading, this is not an easy book to follow. You also need to accept that not all questions are answered. I am glad I read it though. I found it an interesting experience.

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Author: J.R.R. Tolkien

First published: 1954

Pages: 407

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 3 days

What can I say? Yet again I had goosebumps and tears in my eyes. Few, very few books have the power of this one.

Mexican Gothic

Author: Silvia Moreno-Garcia

First published: 2020

Pages: 301

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 12 days

I don´t have much to say but I was a bit bored at the beginning, but it turned out to be a pretty wild ride.

Aristokratka u královského dvora

Author: Evžen Boček

First published: 2020

Pages: 184

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 1 day

Miluji celou tuto sérii, bohužel tento díl mi, ač stále zábavný, přišel prozatím nejslabší... Měla jsem pocit, že první polovina knihy opustila můj oblíbený, laskavý humor teenagerky, která se musí potýkat s výstřední rodinou a situací, a sklouzává spíše trochu k upřímné krutosti... Doufám, že další pokračování se vrátí ke své laskavosti.

The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family and Defiance During the Blitz

Author: Erik Larson

First published: 2020

Pages: 608

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 2 days

An excellent and above all readable account of a chapter in the WW2 history. Larson explains well why Churchill was the best man for that dark hour and why he is still viewed as a hero in Europe (his questionable and even abhorrent views and actions in the context of the British Empire and people of other races notwithstanding), as the person who stood up to Hitler and pretty much kept the fires of defiance burning. There is definitely not enough "family" in this "family saga", but given the sheer amount of material and information presented to the reader, I suppose the author struck an acceptable balance between the politics and the private matters.

Conjure Women

Author: Afia Atakora

First published: 2020

Pages: 416

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 8 days

The beginning of this book seemed tiring, and at risk of sounding insensitive, not interesting, since it seemed to tackle the same things that have already been tackled. But then there appeared strands of stories and of secrets, and suddenly I just needed to know everything. The whole story then appears as an artful mosaic. The last chapter felt unnecessary though and I did not understand its meaning if it was supposed to have any.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: No Quirks AU Part IV

Click here for Part I, Part II, and Part III!

3 Series. 56 Works.

The Dragon Mark by multi_bnha ( M | 2,737+ | 2/? )

“Momma?” “Yes dear?” Inko asked. “Why do I have this mark?” Confused, Inko looked at her son. What is this little boy talking about? She checked all over his body and didn’t see any kind of mark on him. “What mark are you talking about sweetie? I don’t see anything on you.” “This one right here,” he says while lightly tracing above his elbow. Looking over his body again, she didn’t see anything different on him. “Are you sure there’s a mark on you Izuku?” Inko questioned one more time. “Yes momma, don’t you believe me?” Izuku said as tears started to form around his eyes. ‘Oh no, I didn’t mean to make him upset,’ Inko thought to herself. Pulling him in a hug she said,"Of course I believe you, don’t ever think that.” Sniffling he looked up at her, “Then how come you can’t see it? Is something wrong with me?” Feeling more guilty over what she said before she tried to reassure him that he’s normal and nothing seems to be wrong with him, even if she can’t visibly see it. As she’s comforting him, his tears slowly started to fall, but he made no sound and stayed in his mother’s embrace until he fell asleep.

you said you'd keep me honest (but i won't call you on it) by arifail ( T | 10,738 | 1/1 )

Deku wasn't Katsuki's problem so there really wasn't any good reason for him to be standing outside the nerd's door, hollering loud enough to wake the dead.

Or for Deku to be opening the door looking like the dead Katsuki had woken up.

Bakugou & His Plus One by wishingcomet ( T | 1,802+ | 1/? )

"So how did you guys get together?" "Spite." "Kacchan! That's not true!" Izuku sputters out. "What the hell do you mean, 'not true'? That's literally what happened!" Bakugou scowls at him. "No... It's not like that... Hmm, yeah ok." Izuku shrugs helplessly and nods in agreement, "It was spite."

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After a couple of busy months, the Bakusquad decide to meet up again. Kirishima and Mina are about to have their wedding soon, and Bakugou hasn't filled out the wedding RSVP. The rest of the Bakusquad have already assumed that he doesn't have a plus one (which is correct), but Bakugou disputes their statements claiming that he has a date and a boyfriend. Now, he has to go find someone to convince them to play the part.

Hold by Eggs_in_a_cloud ( T | 2,202+ | 1/3 )

“Hi, how are you doing today?”

The blond’s look falters for a moment and he stares at Izuku for a second, warily, before he eventually grits his teeth and answers.

“Fuckin’ peachy. I want to take out these books.”

Tumblr Prompt:

‘I’m a librarian and i see you have a bunch of books about depression and suicide in your hand, hey buddy, want to talk to someone? I’m here if you need me’ AU

i've given up on you (and my skin and my bones) by MsFluorescent ( T | 2,028 | 1/1 )

katsuki is the lead singer of pop punk band scarlet knife ㅡ handsome and popular, with an ego to match.

but bakugou katsuki is a lonely man with a penchant for cigarettes and a heart that won't ever mend.

[Major Character Death]

Sweater Weather - KatsuDeku by EngelDreamer ( T | 608 | 1/1 )

Resta immobile, Katsuki, trattiene appena il fiato e fa vagare gli occhi alla ricerca dei familiari tratti del suo ragazzo, ma trema un poco, però, quando non lo vede, temendo che la notizia del suo ritorno fosse solo un’amara menzogna. Poi davanti a lui compaiono un viso paffuto pieno di lentiggini, riccioli scuri coperti da un cappello di lana, occhi acquosi ed un sorriso luminoso e Katsuki torna a respirare.

Series Part 3 of Sweater Weather

Pocket Watches and Dragon Kings by dazeful ( T | 3,977+ | 2/? )

Midoriya Izuku is tired of being treated like a child, but also hating the strain of adult responsibilities. When his temper finally explodes, the boy calls out to the Dragon King to take his little sister away. Now he will do anything to get her back.

Didn't Really Ask For This by ErrorTryAgain ( Not Rated | 35,272+ | 9/? )

Izuku Iida was a normal college student until he found out that his kind, strong, and honest brother, Tenya Iida is going out with a married woman, and not just any woman, it's Ochako Uraraka, one of Asia's most popular young actress. The problem is, as I said she's married, to Katsuki Bakugou, the young CEO of one of the largest and still growing trading company in Asia. Izuku felt bad for his brother, he couldn't bring himself to scold him nor tear them apart, this is his first time falling in love after all, so he decided to keep an eye on the husband so that they wouldn't get caught. He just didn't expect the consequences in doing that.

Greco - Roman by Eerei ( Not Rated | 6,712+ | 3/? )

After the attack on Corinthus by the ruthless Roman army, Greek Izuku Midoriya is forced away from everything he has ever known. Left wondering whether his mother is safe in Athenae or not, Izuku is suddenly caught up in the life of an Alpha General whose skills and features seem nearly god-like.

Say, why does the statue of Mars look so familiar? - Katsuki has found the one the Parcae have prophesized about. So, disguised as a Roman General, the alpha will drag the useless omega to the Mons Capitolinus before Jupiter to put an end to the possible destruction of the Olympians. However, there seems to be just one problem.

Why can't he hurt this greenhaired freckled nerd?

Izuku's Notebook by velvetcoke ( M | 2,242+ | 1/? )

It was almost like a dream.

Izuku Midoriya -- another twenty-two year old man with an impossible dream, big heart and low budget is granted with the shock of his life. After many attempts of trying to fulfill his dream as a successful fashion designer, his resume is finally accepted by a fashion company. And not just any company. Eraserhead; one of the world’s widest known brands. He is flown to interstate to begin his work. His first task is unexpected. To deliver a gown to a woman in the famous Hīrōparesu. Things begin to get complicated once he is insisted that he must replace the woman’s attendance at a prestigious ball.

There he meets a prince. He is everything he expected a prince not to be. Little did he know that he would soon become closer to him than he had ever thought…

[Series] Tickets Straight To Hell by Tokiji ( E | 30,378+ | 2 Works | WIP )

System of Love by themasterchef ( E | 4,493 | 1/1 )

Based off the Black Mirror episode "Hang the DJ". Midoriya and Bakugo live in a world where a system determines all your relationships to help find you your true love. After being paired up for 12 hours, Midoriya and Bakugo must go their separate ways, but will they really be able to let each other go? What happens when they are reunited? And the most important question of all; what lengths will they go to for love?

Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by oyasumi_yue ( M | 2,728+ | 2/? )

Katsuki finds solace through an enigmatic stranger at a quaint bookstore his feet lead him to. Bewitched by their encounter, Katsuki desires more of the lovely stranger he met.

Roommates by KyliePaghan ( M | 11,139+ | 4/? )

Izuku is a journalist, and student, who managed to get a stalker because of his journalism. After his roommate abruptly moved out, he posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a roommate just to keep the stalker at bay.

Izuku is now a journalist, and student, with a roommate that claims to be a demon. Really, he shouldn't have thought a Craigslist ad would be a good idea.

Idea taken from Reddit/nosleep with permission. All credit for the idea goes to the original poster. Edit to author's note! If my link still doesn't work, the link for the story is in the comments!

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Stalking]

The Lion and Rabbit by GreyDayMoon ( E | 4,149+ | 2/? )

The slave gladiator Bakugou Katsuki was fearsome in the pits for his brutality and efficiency. His skill draws the eyes of a certain green eyed noble and Katsuki finds himself being pushed into a new life as the protector of the freckled man who will be caught in the middle of a war between kingdoms.

Series Part 5 of AU's I'm Thinking of Expanding On Later

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Let's Not Make It Complicated by thegaylogic ( T | 7,590 | 1/1 )

labels are so overrated, let's not make it complicated.

why don't we just go get naked, let's not make it complicated.

Series Part 1 of 'Cause This Is All We Know

The Larkspur Strip Mall by Snows_Symphony ( T | 2,349+ | 2/? )

Katsuki and his BakuSquad™ run Porto's Pizza Place, a sweet little restaurant in a run-down strip mall. All is well and dandy until one day, their crappy landlord puts a Domino's right next to them. But can it be all bad? Because the cute green-haired manager of the new store seems pretty good to Katsuki

~~~

Or, Let's shove my ships into events based off of my life (no joke)

Not Another High School AU by MellowWrites ( T | 24,932+ | 3/? )

Izuku has been in love with the same guy for years, and no amount of bullying or warnings from friends will get him over this near obsession. Meanwhile, his best friend has been crushing on the girl of his dreams since middle school, and unluckily for Eijirou, she's dating an asshole.

The same asshole who Izuku is pining after.

[Underage | Homophobia]

whispers of love and scarring words by presageflower ( T | 9,923+ | 3/? )

Katsuki is Izuku's childhood friend and number one bully. Katsuki is able to sway everyone with his explosive force, while Izuku is weak, small and trips over his words more often than he would like to. He is, in many ways, the perfect target for Katsuki.

But Katsuki's actions have consequences and he is forced to face his own flaws, while Izuku constantly battles with his own.

[Bullying]

Mind Games by BlueFlameSakura ( M | 7,626+ | 3/? )

Bakugou Katsuki had been questioning the safety of the little town he lived in for a while now. How will he react now that he finds out first hand what forces are actually at play?

Especially when he has accidentally caught the eye of someone that spells a lot of trouble. Someone with a selfish desire to keep Katsuki to himself.

Green Roses and Smoke Tattoos by aekths ( M | 12,629+ | 8/20 )

bakugou katsuki is a tattoo artist. midoriya izuku is a florist that works just a couple buildings down. when bakugou starts ordering flowers for his shops, he starts to get closer to the midoriya family, izuku especially. izuku isn't exactly sure how to handle his fiery and unpredictable new customer.

What Am I? by FadedNobody ( T | 6,959+ | 1/? )

After crawling onto land over five years ago Katsuki discovered that life as a human could be pretty damn great. So when he finds himself training some nerdy green eyed loser at the surf shop why does his world suddenly stand still? +++ Izuku's stuck in life and as door after door of opportunity closes before him he turns to the only thing he has left. Surfing the blue waves of his home town. So where did this blonde asshole come from and why does he insist he's a local?

Hand Speak by pissunicorn ( E | 30,350+ | 12/12 )

“You think you’re some hotshot, huh? You’re not going to even apologize, aren’t you?” Bakugou folded his arms, waiting for him to get on his knees with grief, but he turned around and picked something up from the counter inside. “Hey! Hey are you serious? I’m talking to you!” Bakugou had no qualms about barging into his house uninvited. “I said I’m talking to you! Are you Deaf-”

He's not here (At least not yet) by Pheonixtan707 ( Not Rated | 2,228 | 1/1 )

Prequel to my first fic, 'He's right here'. Going back to the past, what happened to Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku? Captured by human scientists, experimented on and later separated, how will they cope with it? And how will they escape

Headline: CEO Izuku Midoriya In Hot Water After Falling for One of His Employees by Matsumoto223 ( Not Rated | 2,989+ | 2/? )

AU where everyone is Quirkless. Fem Bakugo works for Izuku, the CEO of a large Japanese company.

Izuku's worked his whole life to be CEO and is just missing one thing....someone to love! Bakugo and Izuku's first encounter is less than stellar, but Izuku knows he has feelings for her. Can he find a way to make it work or does he risk his career in the process?

What Makes the World Go Around by NightshadeDawn ( Not Rated | 735 | 1/1 )

"Merry Christmas Little Shits 2018 - Day 1"

Bakugou's flight get cancelled. Well, it'll be a shitty Christmas- or... not?

Series Part 48 of That happened... Part 7 of Merry Christmas Little Shits

Porn to be a Star by SecretKiwi ( E | 12,653+ | 2/? )

Izuku needs a job, and maybe he finds more than a steady flow of income along the way.

Or,

Follow Izuku's journey through the pornography industry where he makes some cash, makes some friends and makes himself really fucking uncomfortable every day.

[Series] where does the good go by ivegotacaseofyou  ( G/M | 5,236+ | 2 Works | WIP )

Playing Cards by honeyfever ( T | 1,534+ | 1/? )

Crazy Rich Asians AU where Katsuki is both Crazy and Rich, and Izuku doesn’t know how to deal with slightly overbearing parents, being thrust headfirst into Japan’s high life, and people who are rich rich.

[Series] Life at Age 30 by Infuzion ( T/E | 24,147+ | 4 Works | WIP )

[ Attempted Rape/Non-Con | Homophobia | Bullying]

[Abandoned] breathe ( E | 2,336 | 1/3 )

For most, the zombie apocalypse was something they had started out with. For others, they were born in it. Izuku Midoriya was the unlucky one out of many to be born inside of one.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death | Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con]

Kacchan's in the kitchen! by Hiimtyler ( Not Rated | 352 | 1/1 )

Why are making pancakes so fucking hard!?

My heart on fire by ChestnutPatronus14 ( T | 1,310 | 1/1 )

After a devastating season, Izuku is beginning to question if his injury wasn't actually a sign for him to stop ice skating all together. Bakugo convinces him otherwise.

Part of the BKDK Secret Santa 2018

Brand New Colony by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) ( M | 9,263+ | 2/? )

200 years ago the first child with animal characteristics was born. Now, over 20% of earth’s population is accounted for by “hybrids,” or humans with varying degrees of animal characteristics.

Midoriya knows what life’s like for a hybrid. He’s grown up with the stares, the comments, the weight of proving everyone wrong. At least, he thinks he knows hybrids. Until he meets a mysterious Alpha wolf under less than desirable circumstances. Suddenly Izuku is drawn into Katsuki Bakugo’s gravity and he doesn’t want to leave.

Unfortunately, Izuku needs to to make a choice. Does Izuku choose his human side, his animal side...or Katsuki?

Series Part 4 of A/B/Ohhh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

dream a little dream of me by dekustyle ( T | 3,764+ | 1/? )

It’s there again — the blinking light.

Little by little, Katsuki notices the light getting bigger and bigger until he can finally catch a glimpse of a bouncing green curly hair from the other side of the light.

Is that shit like a portal or something?

—

or an au in which whenever people dream, they are transported to a parallel universe called 'chimera'. katsuki calls bullshit, but he's proven wrong when the usual thick black canvas of his dream is gradually broken down by a blinking light

A trois, bon ménage ? by Nafarik ( M | 8,561+ | 3/? )

Cela faisait déjà quelques années qu'Ochako avait recueilli Izuku chez elle et le petit lapin nain hybride avait fini par devenir sa petite oasis de paix, toujours là pour lui faire des câlins après une journée difficile. Pourtant son quotidien allait changer après sa rencontre avec ce loup blond secouru lui aussi d'une organisation illégale. Bien ou non le changement ? Elle allait bientôt le découvrir.

Realism Gives Itself Away by WhenJoshIsJoseph ( T | 6,826 | 1/1 )

Katsuki's mentor, All Might, is retiring, and he wants a piece of art commissioned - a crucial gift. He finally finds the right artist...but the person is anonymous. Izuku gets commissioned by some lawyer he doesn't know, and he doesn't usually take commissions, but the offer is just too tempting... Neither knows it's the other. ___ MERRY CHRISTMAS, SO HOE, I'M SO SORRY IF THIS AIN'T GREAT BUT I ADORE YOUUUU Also, VGC, you're a legend, thanks for organising this <3

Drive Thru Please by tokyo10 ( G | 1,117 | 1/1 )

it all started with Katsuki cutting Izuku off

Hotter than Hell by artistic18 ( T | 2,409 | 1/? )

Katsuki hasn't seen his childhood friend in over 10 years. They've kept in contact, but it's nothing like seeing each other face to face.

So if Katsuki seems flustered upon seeing him again, that's only because the airport needs to work on the shitty cooling system.

So Numb by Dnote147 ( M | 10,622+ | 4/? )

Just have to get through today.

That's what crosses my mind on a daily basis; almost like a mantra.

Just get through today.

Sometimes, it would almost sound like a melody, playing on a constant loop. If it weren't for the underlying motive for this internal repetition, I would almost find it hilarious.

Keyword: Almost.

[Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con | Bullying | Self Harm | Suicide Attempt | Addiction | Panic Attacks | PTSD]

Happy New Years, Nerd by BelleM ( E | 3,869 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is dragged to a New Years party, spots Izuku and wants to fuck him.

Series Part 1 of My Lucky New Year

Flower Boy by devilmanz ( E | 3,821+ | 4/? )

Izuku Midoriya is a YouTuber with over ten million subscribers.

Katsuki Bakugou is a song writer and YouTuber with twenty million subscribers.

Lets just say rumors spread.

[Past Addiction]

At the Mountain's Edge by Anzul ( M | 12,642+ | 2/? )

Muromachi Japan, 1465. Soulmates - once nothing but a flightful fancy among the Heian nobility - have become the political currency of the century. Blessed with telepathic communication and the ability to sense each other regardless of their geographical distance once a bond has been established, they are an invaluable commodity to any warrior hoping to amass power in the wake of the Ashikaga's weakening rule.

Bakugou Katsuki is no exception. But no matter what matchmaking house his family visits, they all tell him the same thing: that at the end of his red string, there waits no one. Katsuki is destined to walk his path alone.

Now forced to become a candidate for political marriage, Katsuki must learn the traditional arts and proper courtship etiquette to attract more suitors. Izuku, the adopted protégé and matchmaking master of the Midoriya House, is hired to be his tutor. Izuku himself is not only without a soulmate, but Bondless - someone without a red string at all, but capable of seeing everyone else's.

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[Or: An alternate soulmate x historical AU where everybody has soulmates except Katsuki and Izuku.]

Play The Field by lalazee ( E | 10,246 | 1/1 )

Baseball and feelings, feelings and baseball. Turns out, Bakugou and Deku are both good and bad at the same things. They try to work on it.

Desert Prince by ghoulz ( E | 6,534+ | 2/? )

Bakugou Katsuki is an Alpha. Midoriya Izuku is an Omega. Don't act like you don't know where this is going. Oh yeah and Bakugou's a prince in some dystopian land or something.

Becoming a dog-sitter to date a cutie by Heartbeat_in_japanese ( G | 1,133 | 1/1 )

{This fic doesn’t have a description! -Jay}

Can't Sleep Love by Fuyuzashi ( M | 5,841+ | 1/? )

Katsuki fell head over heels over a certain green eyed, freckle covered, honey skinned stranger in a night club. Later he found himself acting like a main character of a Netflix's cheesy romance series. He never knew he could do such dumb things just because of a tingly feeling in his chest caused by the hot stranger.

[ based on Can't sleep Love, a song by Pentatonix ]

Fine again by scarlettx9000 ( M | 3,063+ | 1/? )

Izuku and Katsuki become estranged after Izuku and his mother pack up and move cities without a word back in middle school only to be reunited in an 'and they were roomates' self indulgant fic

A Burrow for You and I by GreyLiliy ( E | 4,400+ | 2/? )

Katsuki and Izuku grew up together as neighbors, a human and a hybrid that most would call the best of friends. But after an unexpected step forward in their relationship, Izuku backed away and put distance between them—too much distance.

When Izuku arrives back home after a year of absence, he makes sure Katsuki is the first to see the fruits of his labor.

Series Part 2 of Hybrids x My Hero Academia

Cross-dressing and Relationships want to suffocate Izuku Midoriya by ErrorTryAgain ( Not Rated | 4,699+ | 2/? )

Let's make this short. Denki wanted to get Kyouka back from Katsuki, and in order to do so, he got his cousin, Izuku, to cross-dress and pretend as his girlfriend, then seduce Katsuki.

That itself is hard, so just imagine how much more difficult it is to seduce a guy who's trying (forcing) you to admit that you're another guy, and that you're... Deku?

give me love by gray98 ( T | 3,301+ | 1/33 )

midoriya izuku was looking for a new start, a way out from his old life of nightmares and haunted memories. he was sick of the stares, and he needed an escape. who knew that escape would come from a new cityscape and a brash blond with anger issues.

[Suicide Attempt]

i want to scream but i can't by lordyuuri ( T | 1,504 | 1/1 )

Reunions aren't always happy nor always welcomed. 

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Careless // Arthur Pendragon

Arthur x a maid reader whos usually rather distant and silent but when he hurts himself in a really dumb accident while shes there that coukd have been prevented she scolds him like he wasn't just.. the prince you know. And she treats his wound and tells him to take care better

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 608

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Your lips were curled in a deep frown, practically biting your tongue as you continued to dress Arthur’s wound. It was taking everything within you not to say anything, even though you so desperately wanted to.

And Arthur was not unaware. You may only be a servant, and a very distant one at that, but Arthur liked to consider the two of you friends. He could tell, just by the look in your eyes, that something was bothering you. Plus, as you dressed his wound and bandaged him, your actions were a bit forced. A bit aggressive.

His eyes followed your own, and you were fully aware of the fact. The room around you was filled with tension as Arthur practically willed you to say something, and you desperately tried not to.

But Arthur couldn’t handle silence. Never had been able to. And he hated sitting there, wincing every so often when you decided to pull a little too harshly or press against his wound a little too hard. After gruelling moments of tense silence, Arthur couldn’t help but practically bellow out the words; “what is it?”

You blinked, pausing in your treating to slowly glanced over at the the prince. He met your eyes, shaking his head. “What’s bothering you?” He clarified, “I can tell somethings wrong. So just... tell me.”

You paused a moment, unsure. You felt slightly embarrassed in being caught, but a part of you couldn’t hold back your frustration anymore. 

“One of these days you’re going to get yourself killed,” you snapped, eyes narrowing with distress. “If you would just take one minute to think, none of this would have happened. You wouldn’t have to sit here, being bandaged, after nearly dying. If you’d just used your damn brain. Honestly, I don’t understand why you feel the need to throw yourself in dangers way ever chance you get.”

You finished your rambling with a heavy breath. Then, you met Arthur’s eyes, and the stunned expression in them, and you were reminded all too well of who you were and who Arthur was. He was a prince, the King’s son and you were nothing more than a servant. 

Dropping your hands by your side, you took a step back, bowing your head with flush cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, Sire. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I... I don’t know what came over me.”

For a long while, Arthur said nothing. You felt your heart pounding erratically against your chest, all the punishments you’d receive for speaking like that to the prince filtering through your head.

Oh God. Oh God. What had you done?

Then, you heard the bed shift, and a shadow fell over you. You tensed, bracing yourself.

“You’re right.”

With parted lips, and wide eyes, you slowly glanced up, meeting Arthur’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry, Sire?”

“You’re right,” he nodded. “What I did was careless, and I didn’t think of the consequences.”

Your brows furrowed, and you struggled to find the words to respond.

It almost felt like Arthur was looking at you in a new light. He didn’t seem to have the same air of cockiness he use to hold, and rather, he looked down at you gently. As if he understood your words. Understood where you were coming from.

Taking a step forward, Arthur smiled softly down at you. “Thank you,” he nodded, “for bandaging my wound and reminding me of my carelessness.”

Arthur stepped past you then, heading out of the room, and all the while your eyes followed him, puzzled. You remained stood there for a moment, even after Arthur left, baffled.

What the hell had just happened?

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Wildest Dreams

Ours; Chapter 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Katlynn Roberts

Warnings: SMUT, drunken behavior, feels, fluff....literally everything.

A/N: Chapter 3 for Ours is finallt here!!! Hope you guys enjoy!! As always, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not!

Wanna catch up?

Chapter 1: Elevator Buttons

Chapter 2: You Really Got Me

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He’s so tall and handsome as hell,

He’s so bad but he does it so well.

Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just pretend. 

At lunch that day, Kat sat with Jody, Donna, Jo and Lisa. Jody, Donna and Jo had been really friendly to start with, as had Lisa, until she found out Kat was Dean's assistant, then she had been somewhat icy toward Kat, though she'd never bothered to figure out why.

“How’s working for Dean?” Jody asked, she had pretty blue eyes, short dark hair and a slim figure.

“Fine, he’s a little rough around the edges but it’s not that big of a deal.” Kat said as she cut into her chicken.

“He put the moves on you yet?” Lisa asked, as if she were demanding an answer, rather than asking a genuine question.

Kat laughed and shook her head “God no,” she lied “it’s not like that with us.”

“Okay, sure.” Lisa said and rolled her eyes.

“Jesus, bitter much?” Jody asked, looking at Lisa

“I’m not bitter,” Lisa said “it’s just same old same old, which is why he can’t keep an assistant.”

“Wait, what?” Kat asked, this wasn't news to her, but it being brought out of the blue by a woman that didn't seem to like her at all, was a little offensive.

“Oh it’s not that bad.” Jody said.

“When was the last time he had an assistant that lasted more than six months?” Lisa asked

The whole group was silent and Donna said “Well, after you there was Charlie.”

“Well, you KNOW why it lasted so long with Charlie, so that doesn't count. The defense rests.” Lisa said and got up. Kat looked at Jody, then Donna and Jo.

“What’s up with that?” Kat asked,

“She and Dean are the reason there’s a no dating policy.” Jo said; Jo had blonde hair and blue eyes and was stick thin. “They dated, it ended badly and the next thing you know, she’s screaming at him in his office. It was a mess.”

“Yeesh.” Kat said

“Look, it’s not a secret that Dean likes to sleep around,” Jody said “everyone knows he-“ she paused

“Gets around.” Donna filled in, fuller figured than Jody and with blonde hair, she had a cheerful, nearly Pollyanna friendliness about her.

“Thank you.” Jody said.

“Like a record.” Jo said and Kat laughed.

Inside her own head she was screaming at herself. Of course he liked to sleep around. Why wouldn’t he? But this made her wonder what had gone so wrong between Dean and Lisa.

“What happened between them?” Kat asked

“Depends on who you ask.” Jo said as she finished up her lunch.

“From what we’ve been able to piece together, she wanted to get married and she started putting the pressure on him. He wasn’t ready and told her to knock it off.” Jody said.

“She wouldn’t and thought he was cheating on her, that’s when the screaming match happened.” Donna said “I mean, sure he’s a tramp, but a cheater?”

“He isn’t,” Jo said “I’ve known Dean literally my entire life, he isn’t the cheating type.”

“But a man whore nonetheless.” Jody said.

“Well yeah, no one’s saying he isn’t” Jo said.

That conversation had given Kat a lot the chew on, but it wasn’t like she could ask Dean about it. One, she wasn’t sure they’d be anything more than a fling anyway, and two, they hadn’t shared much about their lives to start with. She had tried not to let Lisa’s words bother her, if anything it sounded like she was more a jilted lover than anything. Kat scrolled through a few websites to find something to wear to this shindig, Dean had said it was a “monkey suit” thing so she tried to think along those lines.

“Kat, here’s those files you wanted.” Charlie’s voice brought her back to Earth.

“Hey Charlie, for this benefit thing, what do people wear?” Kat asked.

“It’s really fancy,” Charlie said “Like prom.”

“Ah, Okay.” Kat said

“Who are you going with?” Charlie asked, looking excited.

Kat looked around and motioned for Charlie to come closer and she said in a low tone “Dean, as friends.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet. He and I went as friends last year because I didn’t have anyone to go with. I have a date this year.” Charlie said.

“Oh? Who?” Kat asked

“Jo.” Charlie said with a smile.

“Oh, are you two going as friends too?” Kat asked.

Charlie shook her head

“No, Jo is my girlfriend.” she said

“OH!” Kat said, surprised. Now she knew what Lisa meant about why she had been Dean's assistant for so long, they batted for the same team. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” and Charlie laughed

“No big, most people don’t,” Charlie said “we’ve been together for almost a year.”

“Aw, that’s nice. Congrats.” Kat said

“Dean’s a great date,” Charlie said “He’s very sweet, don’t let the rumors about him fool you. He’s a real sweet heart.”

Kat smiled, she knew he was a sweetheart.

“Thanks Charlie, for that and the files.” Kat said and extended her hand

“No problem, if you need anything else just shout.” Charlie said and put the files in Kat’s hands.

The night of the charity function had finally arrived; Kat had preemptively gotten a room at the hotel it was being held at so she could drink and not have to worry about driving and to get out of her condo for a little bit. She was finishing curling her hair when she got a text from Dean.

Here; where are you?

She quickly replied

Hotel, room 608

Coming up he replied

She cut off the light in the bathroom and went into the room where she took off the robe she’d been wearing to get ready and admired her dress. It was an emerald green, floor length dress with cap sleeves and a lace covered back. She took it down from the hanger and unzipped it. It had enough room where she could step into it and not worry about messing up her hair or makeup, she’d made sure of that when she’d bought it. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her body. She’d secured it behind her neck and reached in the back to get the zipper. That was the one thing she’d forgotten to make sure she could do on her own. It was at an awkward angle and she couldn’t quite reach it, no matter how much she tried.

She heard a knock at the door.

“Crap!” She said and went over to the door. She looked out of the peep hole and her jaw nearly hit the ground when she saw Dean. She opened the door and he was wearing a sharp black suit and tie. His eyes met hers and he grinned at her.

“Hey, wow,” she said “you clean up nice.”

“So do you.” he said as he admired her.

She let him into the room, the door automatically shutting behind him and asked “Can you zip me up? I’m on the struggle bus over here.”

He laughed “Sure.” he said and she turned around. “Nice tattoo” he said as he zipped the dress up, his finger tips brushing her back, a shutter running down her spine.

“Thanks,” She said “it’s a phoenix.”

She turned around and he said

“You look really, really pretty.”

“Thank you,” She said “I need lipstick and my shoes and I’ll be ready to go.” and walked into the bathroom.

“Okay.” he said, and walked into the doorway of the bathroom “I’ll have to keep my eye on you and make sure no one steals my date.”

“I’m not your date remember?” She asked, reaching for her lipstick.

“No, you are my date, just my platonic date.” he said and leaned against the door jamb. Kat quickly applied her lipstick, a fierce crimson shade and smiled at herself in the mirror. “You look like someone out of Mad Men.” he told her

“That’s style goals.” she said and he laughed. She left the bathroom, put her sky high heels on and asked “Okay, close enough for government work?”

“Nah,” he said “way better than that.”

Her face broke into a grin as she grabbed her purse and they walked out of the hotel room together. They went toward the elevator and waited behind a group of people that were going down as well. They stood toward the back and Kat felt a hand grab her behind. She looked and realized it was Dean, and he was grinning like crazy.

“Hand. Off. Ass.” She said in a quiet but playful tone “off ass.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly “my hands have a mind of their own.”

“Tell your hands to keep away from my ass.” she said with a grin.

He leaned into her ear and said “That’s really hard, your ass looks good in that dress.”

She pulled back from him, her cheeks flushing. “You just-“ she stopped short as he laughed “shut it. Okay? Shut it right now.”

“I have to cop a feel while I can,” he said in a grouchy tone “I can’t touch you once we get to this fucking event, and I haven't touched you in days. This sucks!”

She leaned into his ear and said “If you play your cards right maybe you will after word.”

He pulled back from her, his eyebrows shooting up and down.

“Okay, let’s hurry and get there so we can leave.” he said and she laughed.

When they arrived at the ballroom, they saw everyone from work was there, all gussied up. Donna and Jody signaled Kat and she squeezed Dean’s arm, nodding to them. He smiled and they walked over.

“Ladies.” Dean greeted them

“Kat you look amazing!” Jody gushed and introduced her date, Troy. He was a tall lanky man with chestnut brown hair and a strong jaw line. He shook hands with Kat and Dean and then Jody and Donna gushed over Kat.

“I’m headed to the bar,” Dean said and looked at Kat “want anything?”

“Sure, just get me something sweet.” she said and he nodded. When he was out of ear shot Jody looked like she was going to explode with happiness.

“You two make a really, REALLY attractive couple.” she said and Kat laughed

“Jody!” Donna said “you leave that girl alone.”

“No, it’s fine,” Kat said “neither of us had anyone to go with so we said we’d go together as friends.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Donna said

“How’d you get here?” Jody asked

“I’m staying in the hotel,” Kat said “get out of my condo for a night.”

“So, he didn’t come pick you up?” Donna asked

“No,” Kat said “I’m not even sure how he got here.”

“Uber,” Dean said interrupting them and hanging Kat a glass “champagne, the bar tender said it was sweet.”

“Thank you.” she said, taking it from him

“Yeah, I got an Uber in and I’ll get one out so I don’t have to worry about driving.” Dean said

“Well, you’re so sweet to bring Kat as your date.” Donna said

Dean shrugged and sipped his beer. They chatted a while longer and then Kat and Dean made a walk around the ballroom. He introduced her to some of the higher ups she hadn’t met, like Zachariah (head of finance), Naomi (the CEO) and finally Carver, the head honcho. He was a short guy with messy brown hair, hazel eyes and a nicely trimmed beard. When Dean introduced Kat to him, her greeted her with a warm smile and hand shake.

“Nice to meet you Katlynn, welcome aboard.” Carver said.

“Nice to meet you as well, I’ve heard so much about you so it’s nice to put a face with a name.” she said.

“Ah, good things I hope.” Carver said with a wink.

“Only good things, yes sir.” Kat said with a smile.

“Sir isn’t necessary, Carver is fine.” he said.

“Oh okay, sure.” Kat said and looked at both of them “If ya’ll will excuse me, I’ll be right back.” Kat said and trotted off. Carver and Dean watched her go and Carver asked

“She’s always that sweet?”

Dean nodded

“I think it’s from all the sugar she drinks.” he said with a fond chuckle and took a sip of his beer

“Don’t mess it up with this one Dean,” Carver said “I see a lot of potential in this one.”

“Roger that.” Dean said.

Kat went to the bathroom and hitched up her dress to do her business. She heard women chattering and then it quit as the ladies left the bathroom. She heard the door open again and then Lisa’s voice say

“I’m just saying, she’s NOT even that pretty if you really look at her.”

“Lisa, you need to bring it down a notch” she heard Jo’s voice say “You and Dean broke up a million years ago and you’ve moved on.”

“I’m just saying,” Lisa said, she sounded drunk “Why does he always have to parade his tramps in front of me? Do you think he gets off on that or something?”

“LISA!” Jo yelled “Kat isn’t a tramp!”

Irritation hit Kat at her core. She finished up her business and let the hem of her dress hit the ground. She flushed and left the stall, seeing Lisa and Jo standing by the sinks. Jo’s eyes widened with fear as Lisa stared down Kat. Kat washed her hands and didn’t say a word to either of them. She turned her back to dry her hands and Lisa said

“He’s just gonna break your heart you know.”

Kat turned around and said “We’re not together Lisa so I don’t know where this is coming from.”

“But you’re fucking him right?” Lisa asked with a laugh.

“No, I’m not fucking him.” Kat said, her anger rising.

“You sure about that?” She asked “Because he looks at you the same way he used to look at me.”

Kat left the bathroom after that, fuming. She went back into the ballroom and looked for Dean, suddenly feeling eyes on her. She looked for him and eventually found him with Sam. She lightly touched his arm and he turned to see her with a smile on his face. His expression quickly changed when he saw the look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked

She gave her head a little shake and plastered a fake smile on her face.

“Nothing,” She said “I’m fine.”

Dean knew she was lying but didn’t push her any further.

They found their seats next to each other for the sit down dinner. Kat kept looking up and saw Lisa staring her down and whispering to a couple of girls she didn't recognize. All three glared and sniggered at Kat as she tried to keep a lid on her temper.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked, seeing how tense her shoulders were.

“I'm fine,” she told him “don't worry about me.”

“I am worried,” Dean said “you've been tense since you got back from the bathroom, everything okay?”

“Just office bitches.” Kat said and took a sip of her wine.

“Office bitches?” he asked and looked up, catching Lisa's eye. She and the two girls she was gossiping to quickly turned like they hadn't done anything. It clicked for Dean right then and there and he grew angry. “Ah, I see the trouble.” he said “What'd she say?”

“Nothing important,” Kat said and dabbed the corners of her mouth “your gonna be needed on stage in a few minutes and I'm not in the mood for a bar brawl.”

Dean firmly nodded and then leaned over to her

“I'll take care of this, I promise.” he said lowly

Kat snorted at this

“Okay, she's just gonna stop being a bitch to me because you asked nicely?” she asked

“No,” he said “but HR is gonna want to know if someone's harassing my assistant at a work function.”

“Please Dean,” she pleaded “let me handle it. You can't fight all my battles for me.”

Dean stared her down, he knew she could handle herself, but it wasn't fair that she was being dragged through the mud in the first place.

“Okay,” he said “but if it gets out of hand, let me know.”

“You know I will.” she said as he got up and joined Sam on stage with the board of directors. Carver gave a speech about how proud he was of the charitable work they were doing and how this evening alone had raised more than twenty one thousand dollars toward the charity they were sponsoring, which showed kids how to navigate the business world. Kat listened as Carver talked and then he added

“None of this would be possible if it weren't for the Winchesters; John, Sam and Dean, so let me bring them up here.”

Kat was a little taken aback, Dean hadn't mentioned that his Dad would be at this function, but she could see good looks ran in the family. John was a little taller than Dean, with salt and pepper hair and a matching, closely shaved beard.

“Thank you Carver,” John said into the microphone “this is actually a pet project my sons started and got their old man, who at the time was just starting a business, to back them up on. Now, we've given out nearly five hundred business and law scholarships and helped give some kids and young adults a leg up in the business world. I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of these two.”

He gestured fondly to Sam and Dean who both nodded in appreciation. Once the speeches were over, everyone resumed walking around the ballroom and hanging out. Dean caught up with Kat and intorduced her to his Dad.

“Dad,” Dean told him “This is my assistant, Katlynn. Kat, this is my Dad, John Winchester.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” John said as he shook her hand “Dean's told me so much about you, about he failed to mention just how pretty you are.”

Kat laughed as she shook John's hand

“He exaggerates, but thank you. Nice to finally meet you Mr. Winchester.”

“Please,” John insisted “John is fine.”

“Kat's the one that keeps things on the straight and narrow,” Dean told him dad “she's been a huge assest ever since she got hired on.”

“How long you been working for my son?” John asked as he sipped his beer

“We're coming up on six months right?” Kat asked Dean, who nodded “six really good months.”

“Well, keep up the good work.” John said with a nod.

Blushing, she turned to Dean and she asked “How about that drink?”    

“Sure, thanks” Dean said, giving her a small smile.

“Sam, anything for you?” Kat asked, turning to Dean's brother.

“No, I’m good. Thank you though.” Sam said

Kat walked over to the bar and saw Lisa start toward her with the other girls she'd been leering at Kat with all night. They stood in line behind Kat and she pretended not to notice them. Lisa seemed to be swaying, like she was having trouble standing up.

“Don’t you think it’s funny that Dean shows up at every event with a different girl?” Lisa asked, loud enough for Kat to hear her but not loud enough to cause a fuss. “I mean this is, what? The third event this year and the third girl he’s brought?” Lisa asked. Kat tried to block her out as she approached the bar. She felt Lisa get close behind her and whisper in her ear “If you think you can tame him, you’re an idiot.”

“I’m gonna need you to take a step back.” Kat said, anger flaring in her chest.

“Or what?” Lisa asked “you gonna make me?”

“No, just get out of my personal space.” Kat said, her temper flaring.

“Come on Red, I know you want to swing on me, so do it.” Lisa said and pushed Kat forward. Caught off guard, Kat tumbled into the bar, she stuck her hands out and missed hitting her head by inches, but she did send glasses and alcohol flying as her side hit the bar. She righted herself as she saw Sam and Dean rush over.

“What the hell?!” Dean asked

“She started it!” Lisa slurred as Sam helped Kat to her feet. Dean looked from Kat to Lisa and back again.

“Lisa, stop.” Dean said

“YOU STOP DEAN!” Lisa screamed and by that time, the whole ballroom was looking at them.

Intense anxiety came crashing over Kat, literally everyone that held her future in their hands was looking at her, wondering what had cause such a disturbance.  

“It’s fine, I’m just gonna go get some air.” She said and pushed Sam away.

“You okay?” Sam asked

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Kat said, fighting back tears. Sam let her go as Dean followed behind her.

“Hey, Kat, wait up” Dean said

Kat stopped outside of the ballroom and turned around. “Dean, just. Don’t.” Kat said

“Look, I’ll talk to Lisa but not here.” Dean said

“Don’t worry about it okay? I’m fine.” She said in a clipped tone. This non-relationship, whatever thing they had going on was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth. She turned to leave and Dean grabbed her elbow

“Come on Kat, don’t leave.” he said.

“Dean, stop okay?” She asked “I don’t need drama in my life.”

“What drama? She’s drunk!” He asked.

“Oh, come on Dean, I’m probably not the first girl she’s gone after and I probably won’t be the last.” Kat said, she was hurt and angered by what Lisa had said but she also wondered, could ANY woman tame him?

“Kat, come on will you just listen to me?” He asked.

“Dean, just let me go.” she begged and wrenched her arm away from his grasp.

“Katlynn, please. I just want you to listen” he said.

“No, I want to be left alone.” she said and made her way to the elevator. He was hot on her heels as she smashed the up button.

“Kat, let me explain, please.” Dean begged, his green eyes wide. Kat refused to look at him, she crossed her arms over her chest as the elevator announced its arrival with a ping. The doors slid open and people walked out. Once they were clear, Kat went inside and Dean followed her as she punched the button to her floor.

“No, Dean, go away.” she said and he closed the elevator door.

“Not until you listen.” he snapped as the doors slid shut and he turned around to face her “You’re so fucking stubborn you can’t see when someone’s trying to apologize to you!”

She had her back up against the wall of the elevator and she finally lost it on him.

“And you’re so caught up in finding your next conquest that you can’t see when someone actually cares about YOU and not what’s between your fucking legs!” She shouted at him.

They stared at each other for a few long seconds and in a step and a half, Dean crossed the elevator and crashed his lips into hers. Every nerve in Kat’s body hummed as they furiously kissed, he pressed her up against the back of the elevator, his hands on either side of her head; his perfect full lips closing over hers. Part of her was furious, she screamed every swear word she could think of at him in her head while her body had different ideas. She wrapped her arms around him as their tongues met, hers massaged over his and he gripped her hair tightly. They parted, catching their breath as the elevator stopped. The doors slid open and stayed there. She wanted him, badly. The ache that had been in her body since London re-emerged with a vengeance.

She took his hand and pulled him out of the elevator as people walked in. They walked down the hallway and she silently cursed and kicked herself. This was going to go down in flames, she was going to end up broken hearted while Dean fucking Winchester added another notch to his belt. With her hand in his, the memories of London came crashing back over her, that hand running all over her body, touching every bit of her felt more like a want than a memory.

“God damn it.” she thought as she arrived at her hotel room door. She used the key card to quickly unlock the door and they went inside. The door shut behind them and she turned to face him.

“I’m going to say this loud and clear, you listening?” She asked and he nodded. “I’ll listen to what you have to say, if I don’t like what I hear or if I figure out you’re lying to me; you’re gonna leave this room. I’m gonna ask for a transfer and I’ll never see you again unless it’s absolutely fucking necessary. That clear?”

“What if you like what you hear and I’m not lying?” He asked.

“We’ll cross that bridge IF we get to it.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned the chair at the desk around and motioned to it. “Sit and start talking before I change my mind”

He obeyed her command and she sat on the edge of the bed. He took a few seconds to collect his thoughts and then said “What you said about by reputation, it isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the whole truth either.”

“Go on.” she said.

“I’ve had one night stands, A LOT of one night stands but I’ve had relationships too. For one reason or another, they didn’t work. I’ve always been up front on why they didn’t work with the girl, I can get that much credit right?” She nodded and he went on “Lisa and I didn’t work because she wanted more than what I could give her. I told her I wasn’t ready to settle down, she kept pressuring me and I couldn’t take it so I broke it off with her. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Kat said

He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and then continued “It’s different with you,” he said “the truth is, you’re good for me in a way no one else has been. My life has been different in the best way possible since we met and I don’t want to let that go.” Her heart pounded “I never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin the good thing we have going. Then London happened and,” he trailed off with a smile on his face “and I realized I felt differently about you.”

“Oh shit.” she thought as she looked at him. She didn’t have a witty retort or a sarcastic comment ready for this. This was a mistake and it was going to ruin everything, she felt it in her bones. She stood up, placed her purse on the desk and went over to him. If this was the atomic bomb that would ruin her life and career, at least she’d enjoy it before the impact.

She leaned down and gently kissed his lips. He responded, kissing her back as she placed a hand on the back of his head. She pulled back from him and said

“Dean, I want this, but.”

“But what?” He asked

She had to know, she moved her hand and placed it on his cheek.

“You’re not lying to my face just to get some are you?” She asked

He shook his head, his hand covering hers.

“No; I’ve lied about things to get with a girl, but everything I just said? Probably the most honest thing I’ve said in months.” he told her.

She studied his face; his eyes always gave him away if he was lying. The impact hit as she realized he was, indeed, telling the truth. Her mouth went slack as he stood up, his fingers running over the back of her hand. He leaned his head down and kissed her. Her heart beat thundered in her ears as she kissed him back, their lip lock becoming more intense. His hand slid down her arm and rested on her shoulder, he tentatively put his other hand on her waist as she opened her mouth for another kiss. She laced her fingers together behind his neck and they parted.

“Dean,” She said quietly, her breath sending little puffs of air on to his lips.

“Mhh?” He asked, gripping her shoulder and hip tightly.

She bit her lip and said “I want you.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Kat?!” They heard Jody’s voice call “it’s Jody, you okay?”

“Fuck!” Kat swore and looked at Dean “You aren’t supposed to be here, hide!”

“I’ll say I’m comforting you.” he said

“Yeah, with red lipstick all over your mouth?” Kat asked “Like she’s gonna buy that!”

“Damn, you’re right” Dean said and went into the bathroom as Kat worked up a few tears and took her shoes off. “Too bad you’re taking those off, I kind of wanted those around my ears tonight.” he said with a wink.

“You’re a pervert and I love I.t” she said and he closed the door to the bathroom. Kat opened the door to the outside and Jody stood there.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked tenderly

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kat said “she’s just a bitch that’s all. Brought back some not so fond memories of high school.”

“Do you want to come back down? I think they made her leave.” Jody said and Kat shook her head.

“No, I’m fine. I’ve got room service and HBO.” Kat said with a laugh.

“Is Dean here? I saw him leave with you.” Jody said, looking into the room.

“He was, but not any more,” Kat lied “he made sure I was okay and he left.”

“Okay,” Jody said, buying it “you sure you don’t want me to hang out for a bit?”

“Nah, go have fun, I’m fine Jody. Really” Kat said Jody hugged her and asked

“See you Monday?”

“Yep, see you Monday.” Kat said and Jody left. Kat closed the door and Dean came out of the bathroom.

“Aw, that was sweet.” Dean said, his tone genuine.

“Look at me, making friends.” Kat said

“I’ll be your friend” he said with a devilish smirk and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her back to the bed.

“Friends don’t do what we did in London,” Kat said, her hands around his waist “or what we’re about to do.”

“And what’re we about to do?” He asked

“Use your imagination Winchester.” she said

His lips crashed into hers, their tongues mingling together. When he pulled back he said “Say it again”

She gently kissed his lips and said “Dean, I want you.”

His mouth over took hers, his tongue winding its way into her mouth. He slid his hand around to her back and to the zipper on the back of her dress. She reached to the hook and eye clasp on the back of her neck and unhooked it, the front of the dress falling down and she shimmied out of it. The top of the dress hit the floor, leaving her in a strapless bra and panties. Dean pulled back and looked at her.

“Wow.” he said

“Wait,” Kat said “good Wow or bad Wow?”

“Good,” he said “better than good. Excellent.”

She smiled and he took his jacket off, casting it aside. He sat on the edge of the bed and she straddled his lap, kissing his lips. His hands slid up her back and back down again as she gripped the hair on the back of his head. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. He then unbuttoned his shirt. She slid it off of his shoulders and it fell away. He laid back on the bed and she lay on top of him while still kissing him. He rolled her so that she was on her back. She reached down and pulled off his under shirt, seeing his bare chest for the first time. She knew he was fit but even her imagination couldn’t guess how fit he was. She grinned as he looked up at her.

“I’ve seen what you can do with your mouth,” he said “now you get see what I can do with mine.”

“Oh dear god” she thought as he began his kissing adventure down her body. He got to her waistband of her panties and helped her shimmy out of them. He settled between her legs and kissed from her inner knee up to the apex of her thighs. He licked the length of her, making her moan and her back arch. His mouth closed over her and then his tongue set to work. He licked and flicked his tongue all over her, making her whimper.

He wasn’t lying, he was GOOD at this.

He sucked on her clit, a near pornographic moan coming out of her mouth.

“Dean, Dean!” She cried gripping the sheets by her head. This didn’t stop him, he flicked his tongue in and out of her and she cried out again.

“Fuck,” she sighed “oh fuck!”

He expertly slid his tongue in and out of her, his fingertips teasing her clit.

“Dean,” she moaned “oh fuck, that feels so good!”

He kissed back up her body and she could hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Their mouths connected and she gripped his shoulders hard.

“I️ want you, now.” she told him fiercely

“Okay.” he said and slipped out of his pants, underwear, socks and shoes rather quickly.

“Condom in my purse.” she told him

He raised an eyebrow and asked

“You PLANNED this, didn’t you?”

“Well, not the getting pushed into a bar part,” She said “or the following argument, but yes, the sex was premeditated.”

“I️ like the way you think” he said and opened up her purse and found a bunch of condoms in it. “How much sex were you planning on having?” He asked

“Never can be to careful.” she said with a grin. He shrugged as he ripped one open and rolled it on.

“Good point.” he said and made his way back over to her. He crawled on top of her and kissed her before pushing inside of her. Having him inside her was better than she’d imagined, she sighed as he pushed in deeper and kissed her. He finally filled her, and got his hips into a rhythm.

“Mmmhhhh,” she moaned against his mouth. She hooked her leg over his hips and rolled so that she was on top of him. She braced herself, placing her hands on his chest and syncing her hips to the rhythm he had started. His hands ran over her butt and rested on her hips, his finger tips digging into her flesh. This position also pushed her breasts together, making them look bigger.

He breathed out a mix of a sigh and her name as his head lolled back. She bit her lip, wanting to hear that again. Without warning, he sat up, his arms wrapping around her and their mouths crashing together. She pulled back from him and kissed his neck.

“Dean?” She asked in his ear.

His hand gripped her hair

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Say my name again.” she said and playfully bit his ear.

“Mh, Katlynn” he sighed and she smiled.

“All mine.” she thought her hand running through his hair. She locked her mouth over his and picked up the pace with her hips. He held her tighter against him as he kissed her slowly and passionately. He rolled her on to her back, positioning himself over her, he took both of her hands off of his shoulders and placed them by her head. He slid his hands up her arms and then laced his fingers through hers as he slowly and deliberately kissed her lips. It was then, she realized, that this wasn’t a quick fuck for him. He was making love to her. Deciding to go along with it, she let him have control.

“Dean, mhhhh, Dean!” she sighed as he started kissing her neck and shoulders.

“That’s right sweetheart.” he murmured as he thrust into her. She whimpered as she climbed higher and higher. She squirmed under him, wanting him to go harder and faster. She told him as much and he gave her a smirk

“I’m taking my time with you, I️ want both of us to enjoy this.”

His tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, he released one of her hands and smoothed her hair with his free hand. She squeezed his other hand in hers and hooked her legs around his hips. He thrust a little harder into her as he kissed all over her neck and throat. She moaned and cried out, as he scooped an arm under her and picked her up so that she was straddling his lap again. He placed his hands on her hips, moving her in the rhythm. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, whimpering against his mouth as he hit her sweet spot. She ran her hands through his hair and said

“Oh God, Dean I’m gonna come!” her body couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Come for me sweetheart.” he said in her ear as he drove into her harder.

She finished with such intensity, it felt like she went blind for a few seconds. She cried out as he groaned in her ear as he finished, gripping her hair tightly as he did. They sat there for a few seconds and then he finally pulled out and they laid down on the bed. He disposed of the condom and she crawled under the sheets while he was gone. When he came back, he joined her, wrapping her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest and said

“I’m sure you hear this a lot but, holy shit. That was awesome.”

He laughed, stroking her hair.

“Not as often as you’d think, but I️ have heard it.” he said

She picked her head up and kissed him. When the kiss was over, she asked

“I'm curious, about something you said earlier.”

“Shoot,” he said

“You dumped Lisa because you weren’t ready for marriage correct?” she asked

“Correct.” he said

“Is that something you’re even remotely interested in?” She asked

He shrugged

“Truth be told, I️ haven’t given it a lot of thought before her” he said “don’t get me wrong, it had been brought up before then but it was more in casual conversation rather than a “Hey would you want to?” kind of thing.”

“Fair enough.” Kat said

“After her and now, I️ can’t give a definite yes or no.” he said “Would it be nice? Sure, I️ guess. I’m just focused on my career right now.”

Kat nodded

“What about you?” He asked

She shrugged

“I️ haven’t met someone I️ can honestly say I’d want to spend the rest of my life with this human.” she said

“Smart thinking.” he said

“Kids?” She asked

“Again, can’t give an honest yes or no,” he said “I️ have friends that have kids and they’re fun, but one of my own? I’m not totally sure about that.”

“Again, fair enough.” she said with a smile

“You?” He asked

She sighed

“It’d be nice,” she said “but” she paused.

“But what?” He asked.

“This is a safe zone right?” She asked.

He looked around

“Um, we’re laying naked in a five star hotel room, I’d say this is pretty safe.” he said and she laughed, shaking her head “What? That was funny!” He said

“It was stupid!” She exclaimed.

“So stupid that it was funny.” he corrected her.

“No, just stupid” she said and he kissed her “Come on, but what?” He asked

She chewed on her bottom lip and said

“The last guy I️ was serious with dumped me because it’s difficult for me to get pregnant.”

“What? Seriously?” He asked and she nodded

“We decided we wanted kids right?” She asked “and we weren’t having any luck, so we both went to the doctor and he checked out fine. Me, on the other hand, my body produces sperm antibodies. My body literally hates sperm.”

This made him laugh and he said

“I’m not laughing at you, that phrasing was funny.”

“Nah, you’re good” she said “it isn’t impossible for me to have kids, it’s just very difficult.” she told him “he decided it wasn’t worth it to him and he dropped me like a hot potato.”

Dean rolled his eyes

“I’ve met some douche bags in my time but he’s toward the top of the list right now.” he said and she shrugged

“I️ didn’t lose sleep over it.” she said and he gave her a look “What?” She asked

“I️ find that hard to believe.” he said

“Okay, so I️ moped around. Like a lot.” She said

He kissed her forehead and said

“I️ better get going.”

“Nah, you don’t have to.” she said

“Oh is this a slumber party now?” He asked

“I’m not exactly kicking you out so yeah, if you want to stay, you can.” she said

“Ah, what the hell? We already broke every rule in the handbook.” He said and she laughed

“Yeah, we sure did” she said.

The next morning, Kat felt her shoulder being lightly shaken.

“Sweetheart,” Dean said “I'm gonna go ahead and go home okay?”

“Hm?” She asked sleepily and he repeated his statement “Text me later?” she asked with a yawn.

“Yeah, I will.” he said, his knuckles brushing over her skin “Promise.”

He gently pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. She smiled up at him, tiredly and said

“Miss you all ready.”

“Trust me, if I don't leave now, someone's gonna see me and we're gonna get busted.” he said and she nodded before going back to sleep.

When she woke up and checked out later that day, she was driving home when she got a text from Dean.

Hope you had a good morning, mind if I come by you place later and see you so we can talk?

When she arrived home, she answered with

I did, thanks for checking on me! Sure, come on by! And included her address

Twenty minutes later, Dean arrived, wearing a backwards baseball hat and aviator sunglasses.

“You didn't have to come in disguise.” she said as she let him into her condo.

“Disguise?” he asked “This is how I dress outside work.” he said as he took his sunglasses off and walked in.

“Oh, well then.” she said and closed the door behind him. He looked around the condo, which was sparsely decorated, but there were boxes in a few places.

“Moving out or still moving in?” he asked

“Still moving in,” she told him “my boss is a slave driver.”

“Mh, I'll talk to him about that.” Dean said and tilted her face up to his and kissing her. “Missed that this morning.” he said quietly.

“Yeah, me too.” she told him, her hands on his hips “Gotta admit, I feel bad that you had to do the walk of shame.”

“Shame?” he asked “We called it the stride of pride when I was in college.” she laughed and he said “Seriously, I got laid, what's there to be ashamed of?”

“All right, point taken.” she said. She stretched to her tip toes and kissed him again. He smiled against her mouth and the returned the kiss, her hands tightening their grip on his jeans.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, he had one hand between her shoulders and the other gripping her ample backside. His lips worked down her neck as he tasted her skin.

“Is this what you meant by talk or did you ACTUALLY want to talk?” she asked breathlessly “Because I'm good with this.”

“No,” he said “I actually meant talking.” his lips skimming over her skin.

“Okay, well then you better quit,” she told him “or the only talking we'll be doing is the dirty kind.”

He laughed and released her, she in turn let him go before striding to the kitchen.

“It's nice outside, do you want to sit on the back porch? Beer maybe?” she asked him.

“God, you're good.” he said “I'll take both of those.”

She nodded and grabbed two beers out of the fridge as he opened them and handed her one.

“Such a gentleman.” she said and led him by the hand to the back porch that over looked the walkway to the next condo buildings. They got comfortable in the chairs she had set outside, the crisp autumn air around them. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” she asked

“I've been giving it a lot of thought,” he said “you and I.”

“And?” she asked, not sure she was ready to hear what he had to say.

He took a long pull of his beer before answering

“I want to be with you,” he said “I mean for real. You and me, together.”

“Really?” she asked

“Really.” he answered, making her smile. “But at work, we're not. Strictly professional.”

“So, we’re not together?” Kat asked

“As far as anyone at work knows, we are not,” Dean said “Outside work? On like Donkey Kong.”

She laughed “That’s the best description ever.” she said

“You can use that as long as I get credit.” he said

“You will” she assured him, she bit her lip, apprehensive “Can we make this work?” She asked.

He took a drink from his beer and said “We have so far, I don’t see it being a problem now.”

“But,” She said, unsure of how to word her next sentence.

“Just say whatever it is you’re thinking,” he said “you make a face when you’re over thinking. It’s cute.”

“It’s gonna be hard for me NOT to talk about my boyfriend” she blurted out “but I can’t say YOU’RE the guy I’m gushing about. I’ll have to make up a code name for you.”

“Let’s see how creative you get, I’m interested.” he said “I’ll have to come up with one for you too because the thing about my girlfriend? She’s awesome.”

“Shut your face.” she said and picked at the label on her beer bottle

“What? I call it like it see it” he said and she smirked, her cheeks turning pink.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said “for real.”

“Me too.” he said and offered up his hand to her. She took it, lacing her fingers through his. She looked at him with a smile.

“You realize we’re risking everything right?” She asked him “both of us could lose our jobs if anyone finds out. Though they’ll probably get rid of me before they get rid of you.”

He nodded.  “Yeah, I know” he said, taking a sip of his beer. They were silent for a few seconds and he finally said “But it’s worth it to me.”

“What makes it worth it to you?” She asked him.

He sighed and said “How I feel about you is different than I’ve ever felt before,” his eyes connecting with hers “I can’t deny it, and I don’t want to let you go, if this is what you really want. But, what about you?”

She looked down at their hands; his, big rough hand in her small one and she slowly smiled. Everything in that moment felt right.

“I don’t want to let you go either, so if we’re both in this one hundred percent, then it’s worth it to me too.” she said and looked up. He was grinning back at her. He picked their hands up and kissed the back of her hand.

“My lady.” he said and she laughed

“My lord.” she answered and he grinned wider.

“C’mere, you’re too far away.” he complained and she rolled her eyes, getting up.

“I was comfortable you know.” she told him as she made her way over to him.

“I’ll make you comfortable.” he told her as he pulled her into his lap. She sat sideways, her forehead resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her wrapped an arm around her shoulders while his other arm draped across her hips. She wrapped both arms around his neck, closed her eyes and absorbed the moment; the feeling of his warmth around her, the way his soap smelled, how his chest gently rose and fell with each breath, the way the breeze danced over her exposed knees.

Dean, meanwhile, was in heaven. Here she was with the beautiful girl he’d had his eye on for months. The one that always made him laugh, the one who brought in an outsider’s prospective, who was always two steps ahead of him and that always had a smile as warm as sunshine for him, was in his lap, wrapped up in his arms right after agreeing to be his girlfriend. A smile played over his lips as he laid a hand over her knee and the other stroked her shoulder. He gently kissed the top of her head and looked up at him.

“What’s that look for?” She asked him

“Just happy, that’s all.” he said

She leaned in and kissed his lips. His mouth enveloped hers in a sweet, sensual way. His kisses weren’t rushed, as they had previously been. This go around, he took his time, letting her know she had his full attention. He traced over her knee with his thumb as they kissed over and over. His free hand ran up and down her spine, his feather light touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. She sighed and pulled herself closer to him, then she slide her hands up his shoulders and held his face in her hands and he opened his mouth and kissed her again. They pulled apart, her thumb running over the apples of his cheeks while his hands linked together on her hip. She gave him two short and sweet kisses before asking

“Want to go in? I’m getting cold.”

“Sure.” He said and they got up, walking inside.

They settled in to watch a movie, which mostly meant that the movie was on the the background while they drank and made out on the couch, high school style.

“At least we don’t have to worry about any parents walking in.” Kat thought. She was laying on her side with her back to the TV, her legs tangled up with Dean’s. Her hands were tangled in the hair in the back of his head while he had one hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip. They came up for air and a sip of their drinks when Dean looked at the screen.

“What the hell are we watching?” He asked as they sat up and he took a sip of his beer.

“That’s using the term loosely,” Kat said and watched the screen “It’s called “Just Friends” Ryan Reynolds and Amy Smart are in it.”

He shrugged as she finished off her glass of wine. During the “movie” she had switched from beer to wine.

“Want another?” She asked him as she got up

“No, I’m good.” he said.

“Okay, just checking.” she said as she walked to the kitchen. She poured herself another glass of wine a joined him back on the couch. He lifted her legs into his lap as she laid back against the sofa, setting her glass of wine on the coffee table in front of her. His eyes focused on the screen while hers were focused on him. He looked so relaxed and at ease, a five o’clock shadow on his chin and cheeks, his hand resting in her knee. A smile crossed her face and she turned her attention to the screen.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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Speaking Out- Part One

Miles Morales x Reader and Stony x Daughter!Reader

Summary- After years of being home schooled its finally time for you to start high school. It turns out that the charter school your Dads pick is the same one that the new spider-man goes to.

Message- Here’s part one of the sequel of Staying Quiet! Hope you like it!!!

Staying Quiet 

Word Count- 608

**Reader’s POV**

It had been a little more than a decade since Fury dropped you off on your Dads doorstep, and while your family changed over the years, almost everything else was the same. You still lived in the tower with your Daddy and Papa, you still played with the bots and you were still cuddly. Your speech had improved greatly, you no longer struggled with forming letters and syllables in your mouth, you did stutter when you were nervous, but you often covered that up by using sign language.

“So tomorrows the big day.” Steve says as he sits down at the dinner table.

“Yep.” You whisper as you use your fork to push the food around your plate.

“Are you nervous?” Steve asks quietly and you shrug your shoulders. “It’s okay to be nervous it’s your first day of school.”

“Most kids have that when they’re 5.” You murmur.

“Well you’re special.” Steve says as he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m sure all the other freshman are nervous.”

“Papa, its October. All the other kids already started school. Remember you and Daddy couldn’t agree on a school?” You say.

“Oh, right.” Steve murmurs. “Well….Tony do you have anything to add?”

“I can keep homeschooling you or if you want a class room setting you could skip high school all together and go right to college.” Tony says.

“Tony.” Steve sighs.

“What?!?!” Tony asks. “High school sucks!”

“TONY!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m sure it will be great for you, Peanut.” Tony stammers.

<It’s fine> You sign as you clear your plate. <I’m going to go play with Dum-E> You add before leaving the room.  

**Tony’s POV**

“She’s signing.” Steve murmurs.

“So?” Tony asks.

“It means she’s nervous.” Steve murmurs.

“Of course she’s nervous.” Tony says.

“Where doing the right thing right? Sending Y/N to school?”

“Yeah, I do.” Tony murmurs. “I mean I’m scared as hell, but I think it’s the right decision.”

“I’m nervous too.” Steve says as he takes his husbands hand.

“If Y/N doesn’t like it I’m pulling her out.” Tony murmurs.

“I’d expect nothing less.” Steve says before pulling Tony in for a kiss.

**Reader’s POV**

“Y/N! You’re going to be late!” Tony yells up to you.

“I-I’m coming!” You yell as you run out of your room. When you make your way into the kitchen you see your Dad and Papa leaning against the breakfast bar.

“So everything you need is in your backpack.” Tony starts. “Happy’s going to drop you off and pick you up, we already filled out the paper work so we don’t have to go with you. I-I mean we can come if you want us to! We just thought that, uh that you would want-.”

“We just figured you’d want to fly under the radar, on your first day at least. But if we were wrong-.” Steve says.

“No, you were both right.” You say. “It’s not like embarrassed by the two of you or anything, it’s just that-uh.”

“We get it, sweetie.” Steve says as he pulls you into a hug.

“We know you’re not embarrassed by us.” Your Dad adds as he joins in on the family hug.

“I should probably get going.” You murmur. “I love you, Dad. I love you, Papa.”

“Love you too, Peanut.” Tony says as your Papa drops a kiss on your head.

“We’ll be here when you get back.” Steve says as you put your backpack on.

“Don’t forget that you’re only using the last name Rogers at school, it’s less conspicuous than Stark.” Tony says.

“I won’t!” You say before going out the door. “Bye!”

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The Bachelor(s) - Sope Fic

“Run that by me one more time, chief.”

He groans out the anger that he wants to take out by smacking Yoongi across the face. “Twenty-five guys stepping out of the limo. Fifteen roses. Nine weeks. Then you pick one guy.”

“Pick him to do what?” Yoongi says, playing dumb. He gives Yoongi a stare so intimidating that his balls shrivel back into his body. “Fuck, oh my god, I’m just kidding! Fall in love blah blah blah. I got it.”

Read Chapter 1 below the cut!! (also on AO3 and Wattpad)

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The Bachelor: Boys Will Be Boys SK Promo #3 (Yoongi)

Interviewer: (Excitedly and absolutely incapable of reading the room) What made you decide to enter as a contestant on the first ever season of The Bachelor: Boys Will Be Boys?

Yoongi: (Under his breath) What a ridiculous [censored] title.

Interviewer: I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.

Yoongi: Honestly, I thought there was a cash prize.

Interviewer: You… you what?

Yoongi: I thought that like, if I came on the show and won, I’d get money. I’ve never seen the show, the original one or whatever. I thought it was a bunch of single people fighting to the death or something. And I’m like, I can definitely cut a [censored] if I need to.

Interviewer: (Dejectedly) Okay…

Yoongi: But I already signed the contract, it’s too late to turn back now.

Interviewer: (Trying to steer the conversation into a direction that won’t get him fired [he is definitely going to get fired]): So how does it feel now that instead of being a contestant, you’ve been chosen to be The Bachelor [Excited jazz hands]?

Yoongi: I still don’t win any money.

Interviewer: Just to be clear, you are aware this is a dating show, right?

Yoongi: It has been explained to me.

Interviewer: …and that twenty-five men will be vying for your love?

Yoongi: [unbelievably censored] That’s a lot of people I’m going to let down.

Interviewer: Well this is sure to be an exciting season isn’t it?

Yoongi: Do you think they’ll let me make all the other dudes do a Wipeout course? I want to weed out the weak among them.

Interviewer: [Damn it, man, this is your first gig in the biz, you have to get some goddamn emotions out of this man] Do you think you’re going to be falling in love this season?

Yoongi: [Laughs hysterically]

Interviewer: (Facing both God and his father who told him he’d never amount to anything) Tune in this Friday for the series premier of The Bachelor: Boys Will Be Boys!

Yoongi: (Quickly so as to make his voice heard before the cut) Buy my [censored] mixtape “Agust D” you [censored] cowards!

**Notes from the director: Do not let this interview see the light of day or so help me.

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“You are not a pleasant man!” the interviewer says to him once he’s sure the camera is no longer rolling.

“Aw, you don’t say,” he says, mockingly. Yoongi disagrees though. He is a very pleasant person. Most of his friends consider him to be dazzling and wonderful, or at least, that is what his mind insists that they think of him. He’s just super pissed he got himself into this situation, and he’s going to be a jackass about it. The cash prize thing isn’t the true story, but it’s the impression he wants to give off. Street cred and the like. He’s a rapper and he needs a certain amount of reputation so that he can call someone a motherfucker and people will take it seriously.

It’s his fault, of course it’s his fucking fault. He submitted a headshot and a copy of his self-produced-recorded-in-the-bathroom-of-his-friend’s-studio-apartment-because-it-had-great-acoustics mixtape to every goddamn company he could find. If you throw enough bait in the ocean, surely someone will snap. He’s not a considerably patient person, so after a very crafty google search of: “how to be famous”, and a very glamorous looking email from TB BWBB SK OTC LC – he still does not know what any of these letters stand for – reached out to him for an audition, well obviously he turned himself into the bait and tripped over his own feet running to be noticed. I’m special and worthy, make me your star!

Obviously, he doesn’t have an agent because 608 people have listened to said mixtape on SoundCloud and a whopping ten copies of it have sold on iTunes, and four of those copies were bought by his mom, but she will deny it until the ends of the earth. He probably could have used an agent, or common sense, or just someone to smack him in the head before that fateful audition two months ago.

“Bach-e-lor,” he read out looking at the extremely official looking poster board sign propped up on a music stand before him at the doors of that very glamorous brothel turned home brewery turned themed café turned TV Studio. “That is an English word, I do not know what that is.” He also didn’t really care about looking it up, because he is an overwhelmingly lazy person. It cannot be overstated, Yoongi should have someone follow him around to tell him when he’s being a fucking idiot.

“Boys will be boys,” he read the next line. The person who made the sign did not think about the spacing of letters, so the second part of the sentence was all crammed together. B o y s w illbeboys. Very sexy. “Well… I am a boy,” he nodded to himself, looking down for confirmation, even though no one was there to witness his joke.

So, he just walked right fucking into that studio and pretty much fucked up his entire future in one viciously fell swoop. What’s the worst that could happen, he thought? He goes on one of those K-Pop Idol shows and he doesn’t win but he gets his name and face out there so people go buy his mixtape and then some company is like “damn you’re fine” and he gets scouted and then becomes an international superstar. What could go wrong?

He did think it was kind of weird that they asked him what his preference in men was, but he’s never breathed the air of a talent agency, so he thought maybe that’s just how these things are. Yes, of course I like fellow musicians. No, I’m not a vegan, what do I look like to you, a monster?

To say it’s been a whirlwind would be an understatement. It only really starts to be real in the two weeks leading up to Night One, where he’s having his picture taken relentlessly, shoved into various seats and interviewed by various people who don’t get paid enough. Made up like a doll, advised to wear better clothes. He feels like an idol but excluding the being excited about it part. He’s trying to maintain his sleek, bad boy composure throughout all of it, and he’d say he’s doing a fairly good job, but there are cracks in the act, surely.

Two months and an unreasonable amount of Soju as a coping mechanism later, his bags are packed and all ready to move into this unforgivingly modern mansion for the next nine weeks. The mansion is the ugly kind of modern, not the “that looks relaxing and practical!” modern. All ninety-degree angles and manufactured pleasantness which don’t quite hit the mark. He supposes that the architecture is rather prophetic for the chaos that Yoongi is about to unleash inside its walls. If he’s going to be the next bachelor, and the first gay one, then goddammit if he isn’t going to raise hell.

“You’re telling me that twenty-five people are going to live in this thing?” Yoongi asks the producer who he has actually quite lovingly decided he will refer to as “Producer Dad.” See, he’s a pleasant person. Off camera, that is.

“Has anyone even explained how this show works to you?” Producer Dad says.

“Men. Roses. Hand to hand combat? Um… that’s the gist of it. I’m sure I’ll pick it up along the way, I’m a fast learner.” He did sign his soul away to this goddamn circus, though, so fast learner or not, he needs to be less of an idiot.

“So tonight, after you have your first impressions with everyone, you’re going to hand out fifteen roses. Only fifteen people will be in the mansion after that, not twenty-five.”

“I don’t think I can remember fifteen different people’s names,” Yoongi says.

“Try your hardest.”

“At the end, once I’ve eliminated all of the contestants, do I get to keep the house?” It’s ugly, but he can always sell it and get something else.

“How is it that you have not been fired yet and replaced?”

“Between you and me, I think it’s because I’m unparalleled sexy,” Yoongi says. He might be lazy and a little bit full of himself, but he’s pretty sure the actual reason is that the powers that be want this show to fail. They don’t want a gay bachelor any more than the next “Forced Diversity” crybaby, so they chose someone who’s going to make it crash and burn so that they have an excuse to say “See! It didn’t work, so now we can’t ever do it again.” They did choose the right man, because gay? bisexual? questioning? all you can eat buffet? whatever the hell Yoongi is, he is the man for the job.

“Do I get my own bedroom? My own bathroom? My own closet? Walk in closet? This is very important.”

“I’m confused, you only have one bag?” Producer Dad says.

“You’re saying the truck hasn’t come yet?”

The Truck? Oh, Producer Dad you are in for it.

“This is going to be a long nine weeks.”

Yoongi shrugs. It’s going to be stupid and dumb, but he’s going to be living the good life. Nice bedroom which he will sleep very late into the morning in? Does the mansion come with a chef? Maybe even a bathtub? Fuck! They’re going to have a lot of trouble trying to get him to move out. He’s sure if he’s stubborn enough they’ll decide to forego the glue remover required to detach him from his bed, because it would be far easier to just stew in misery over the abyss of lost profits that this train wreck of a show is going to create than to buy industrial grade Yoongi Be Gone.

“I’ll play nice with the other boys as long as I get to advertise my mixtape every five minutes of screen time.” Something tells him that this ultimatum means he’s not going to be playing nice with the other boys.

He had been lying about the truck. It’s more just a van. As he walks up to the house, with its weirdly glamorous driveway, he sees it parked out in front, seeming to gleam in the harsh summer sun. Yoongi is not particularly good at packing, though, so a lot of the reason for why he takes up so much space is because he left all of his clothes on hangers and just threw them into an impractical number of trash bags. Producer Dad is not especially willing to help Yoongi move all of his stuff into the mansion, so he does his best impression of the cutest cat you’ve ever seen to all of the crew, but Producer Dad has spitefully told all of his Producer Siblings not to help Yoongi move in his armfuls and armfuls of clothes. And all of his personal bedding. And some audio recording equipment because what if he’s sitting in his bed avoiding the responsibilities of being a reality TV star and he comes up with the next Rap God? If this wasn’t a nine-week venture, he wouldn’t have travelled so heavy, but it is a nine-week venture so fuck it. If he’s going to be a diva then he will be the diva.

He’d like to think he unpacks all of his belongings pretty quickly. The hard part is making it up the stairs into the master bedroom. When he sees it for the first time, he gets an evil glint in his eyes. The room itself is nice, he does have his own bath and an okay closet, but what really gets him is the bed itself. He’s a struggling musician, he’s never even been in a room with a bed this big. He is realizing that the bedding he brought isn’t the right size, but still, this bed is big enough that he could starfish with room to spare. He could fit two people on here to starfish. He’s going to get used to it quite quickly. So quickly in fact that after he shoves all of his clothes in the closet, he passes out on the bed for a solid three or four hours. It’s amazing.

He is awoken when a Producer who is not Producer Dad comes screaming for him, panicked because apparently the crew thought he had run away, but actually he just sleeps like a brick. She is telling him to get changed because Tonight is the Night, and he groans because he was unconscious for so long that he blissfully forgot why it is that he gets to sleep in this nice bed. He wants to stay in this big fancy mansion just for the comfort of it, he doesn’t want to actually exert effort. Effort is disgusting.

Then he’s being put into a suit. Dragged into a trailer outside of the mansion that he’s sure will never make it on camera, where about five different people all start attacking his face all at once. His hair is done, he doesn’t know what there is to do, they put so much product in, but it looks the same now as it did before. He gets makeup slathered all over him. He’d never worn makeup before they started shooting promos for the show, but he looks damn good in it he decides as he looks at himself in the mirror. How does he still look tired, though? Probably because he doesn’t want to be here. His eyes look heavier than they felt before he took that nap. Ah, that nap. He will remember it fondly until his dying days.

“Can I just eat?” he complains after possibly four hours or possibly twenty minutes. “Give me food. Please. How humiliating would it be if you could hear my stomach growl on camera?”

Producer Dad rolls his eyes, but he relents and then Yoongi is being given what seems to him like someone’s leftovers but he’s a hungry bitch, so he doesn’t really care.

“Why do you film it so late at night?” Yoongi asks, because the sun set nearly an hour ago and now he’s just standing by, waiting for shooting to begin.

“It’s for the drama of it.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “that makes total sense.” These entertainment types are so weird to him. They don’t seem like bad people, they just have vastly different priorities and thoughts as he does. Who would think that people walking out of a limo is more dramatic at night? These guys! Everyone is in agreement about it. Yoongi feels like a child in comparison to everyone around him.

The production quality of this show overall seems astoundingly low. The house is pretty nice and all that, but no one seems to know what they’re doing. Or maybe he just thinks that because he himself does not know what he’s doing. He shouldn’t even be here. Why the fuck is he here?

He’s not a reality star, or an idol. He’s not really an anything. He’s just some guy who got in over his head and signed up for the wrong kind of show, and now he’s here.

There is some truth to the fact that he did technically sort of a little bit kind of definitely know what he was doing. Initially, yeah, he had no clue. But it didn’t take that long for him to realize what kind of show this was. He’ll deny it to anyone who asks, make up some new, even more outrageous explanation for how he got here, but he did say yes knowing full well what he was doing.

He’s not very proud of the fact that he’s here, but it was on purpose, more or less. It’s not the way he would like to have done it, but people will know his name after tonight, or technically on Friday when this airs. The mixtape has been out for months and no one has noticed it. Months! He needs something. This is definitely not the way he thought it would happen, but this is how it is going to happen.

“Are you ready to shoot your pre thoughts?” Producer Dad asks as he beckons for the host of the show to come by. Yoongi has talked to the host like a whole two times so far, and has decided that his name is Host Uncle, because he is never content with anything that Yoongi does.

“Fuck, I mean, I guess so?”

“Please try to refrain from swearing, okay? It costs the network actual money when we have to bleep your words.”

“I’ve got to get it all out now then,” he says before doing something that would not be condoned by the network or his own mother.

“I do not get paid enough for this,” Producer Dad says before Yoongi is being put on his mark and then being counted down.

“So Yoongi, you’re about to meet twenty-five men for the first time, one of them could even be your future husband! How are you feeling?” Host Uncle asks in a news reporter sort of voice that doesn’t sound natural.

“Well, I certainly am feeling emotions,” he says, though he refuses to show any actual emotions on his face.

“What kind of emotions might those be?”

“Disbelief,” he says, “did not think I would ever be here.”

Host Uncle has a fake laugh and then misinterprets the words either intentionally or unintentionally. “It’s almost like your whole life has culminated in this moment!”

“Okay,” he says apathetically. “I’m just here to promote my mixtape.”

“Cut!” Producer Dad shouts. “Yoongi, we talked about this.”

“Sure, but I ignored you.”

“Let’s try that again, but please avoid plugging your mixtape this time, okay?”

Yoongi groans loudly. One time was painful enough and now he’s got to do it again, and he really exerted as much emotion as he was capable of exerting in that first take, which is little to none. He doesn’t think he’s going to be able to top that.

They do at least five takes. Yoongi doesn’t watch reality shows, it never occurred to him just how much of what goes on the screen is rehearsed and fake. They only let him off the hook when he goes completely over the top.

“Yes of course I’m super excited!” he says with the most insincere tone known to man, but no one seems to notice it, or maybe they’re all just so thankful that the words he’s saying aren’t negative that they’re choosing to see it as a win.

“Do you think that one of these men is going to be your soulmate?”

“Well, I sure hope so,” he says before he smiles at the camera with his cheesiest, gummiest, toothpaste commercial smile.

“It’ll have to do,” Producer Dad finally says.

“The name of my autobiography,” Yoongi mutters. “Can I eat more food now?”

Producer Dad makes an exaggerated sound of frustration, throwing his hands in the air, which Yoongi takes as a yes. He goes back to the trailer where he knows that they’re storing the food, and he then proceeds to eat his emotions away. His emotions are very hungry.

A lot of people he doesn’t know are trying to tell him things. Lots of crew members who seem like perfectly nice people but they’re talking about things he doesn’t care about so he instead decides to tune them out and think about himself instead.

What’s nine weeks? He’s been on this earth for much longer than that, he’ll be able to make it through nine weeks. He’s in a big fancy house. It may be hideous but it does nevertheless have a very good bed. He thinks lovingly of that bed for the next several minutes.

From outside the trailer, he hears Producer Dad shout, “First limo is en route!” All hell breaks loose. Everyone starts scrambling like a bomb went off. Yoongi is being dabbed off and he’s not even sweating. People are fixing his everything. Then he’s being tugged back outside to stand in front of the mansion at a dramatic angle.

He remembers that he has to start acting now. Well, maybe not "acting," but he has to prepare himself to be on camera now and for the next two and a half months. The last few days of promos and pre-interviews are just the appetizer, now it’s time for him to become what he hates. Remember Yoongi, you’re only here for the plu. You just have to make it through this with as many cheeky self-plugs as you can get. People absolutely eat up reality stars. This could be great for you.

He’s actually getting nervous. He didn’t think he was going to get nervous, but he is. It’s not nerves because he’s worried about meeting all the guys, it’s nerves because the weight of everything around him is starting to fall on his shoulders and he is not strong enough not to be crushed by it.

“The limo is going to be here in five minutes, are you ready, Yoongi?”

“I am full of regret and lots of food.”

“You just have to be personable; I know you can do it. I know somewhere in there, deep, deep, deep down, you’re not an asshole.”

“I’ve yet to find that person,” Yoongi responds, smirking.

“You’re insufferable. You know what to do, right? You only have to connect with 15 guys tonight. That’s all you have to do.”

“Run that by me one more time, chief.”

He groans out the anger that he wants to take out by smacking Yoongi across the face. “Twenty-five guys stepping out of the limo. Fifteen roses. Nine weeks. Then you pick one guy.”

“Pick him to do what?” Yoongi says, playing dumb. Producer Dad gives Yoongi a stare so intimidating that his balls shrivel back into his body. “Fuck, oh my god, I’m just kidding! Fall in love blah blah blah. I got it.”

Producer Dad then turns white as a sheet as he hears something in his headpiece. “It’s here!” The camera catches the shot as everyone runs away so as not to be seen in shot. Yoongi is left standing there, the drama of the dark night finally starting to make sense to him as he watches the limo slowly make its way to the driveway right in front of him. How cliché it would be to say his fate is behind those doors, yet too true to deny.

He doesn’t know if he has ever felt so alone and transparent in his entire life. He’s standing here, made up and plasticized. Full of annoyance and nerves and stupidity. Thinking about what he would be doing if he wasn’t here. In one of those dead-end jobs that he uses to support his nonexistent music career. No one knowing his name. But soon the scene of him standing here waiting for that door to open will be seen by the whole country.

He feels fake right now, and he knows that’s because his on-camera self thus far has been fake. He isn’t this person. He’s genuinely a nice person. He definitely needs his mouth washed out with brillo pad, but he’s a good friend, a hard worker. Here he stands feeling like an action figure bent to do The Man’s will.

The minute that the door to the first limo opens, he has a very disheartening realization. Shit. He can’t be a jackass to all of these guys. It’s just not inside of him. He wants so much to be a jackass. It would be such a pleasure. But that would not be fair. It would be so awful for this to be the very first season of this show, queer representation hoorah and then to be piece of shit to everybody. These are the people he’s going to be sharing the screen with for so many weeks, and they are real people. Real people who actually came here to find love and what they got was Yoongi taking the piss. Sure, some of them might just be in it for the fame and drama of it all, not unlike himself, but they’re still human beings.

Alright, Yoongi, what are you going to do? He decides that maybe he will make nice. He’s going to be an asshole to the camera without question but to these dudes? Who came all the way out here to find love? Putting themselves into such an uncomfortable position? That wouldn’t be fair. By no means is Yoongi going to fall in love with anyone, he has some self-respect, but he won’t be a jerk. He will try his hardest not to be.

The door opens in such a way that Yoongi cannot see who’s inside. He doesn’t mean to but Yoongi looks at the camera and makes a very nervous, and probably very cute expression. This is actually about to be real.

The first person that steps out of the limo is… a guy. Korean. Wild, who would have thought? He’s wearing a suit, it could be the exact same one as the one on Yoongi. He has two arms, two legs. Silver hair, dyed. Quite a nice texture. Looks soft. Great skin care regimen. Alright, so he’s hot. Yoongi has two eyes and a dick, he knows when someone is hot.

The distance between them can’t be more than a few yards and yet the length of time that it takes for this guy to walk up to Yoongi is centuries long. He’s quite a bit taller than him, but Yoongi is not a very large person to begin with.

He stops in front of Yoongi, neither of them is doing anything that would be defined as “smiling” but it also couldn’t be defined as anything else.

“Hi,” the other man says. Yoongi takes in a deep breath as subtly as he can. So it begins.

“Hi,” Yoongi responds. Had he meant to say more? Wow, they’re both going to be good at this.

“I’m uh, this is a really weird format to meet someone for the first time isn’t it?” he says sheepishly. Time is not progressing in the way that time usually progresses. He’s not sure if he’s entered a dream or not. It’s not that it feels magical, it just doesn’t feel grounded. He’s not really here. This isn’t really happening.

“Yes,” Yoongi says. Maybe once his mouth stops being dry, he’ll graduate to more than one syllable at a time.

“It’s really nice to meet you.”

“Yeah.” Uncomfortable silence… maybe he should mention his mixtape?

“Are you nervous?” he asks.

“I’m just awkward,” he says, smiling just a little bit to show how uncomfortable he actually is. It’s not a sincere smile. It’s a mom just told me to smile for a picture but I’m eleven and I just want to get through this vacation in one-piece smile.

“Me too. I didn’t know I would be going first. It’s a lot of pressure to say something meaningful… I guess I should tell you my name,” he says. Yes, that might help, you very pretty man. “I’m Namjoon.”

“Yoongi.” Yoongi goes in for a handshake but Namjoon misreads it, so they have an awkward hug with Yoongi’s hand in his stomach. Holy shit, he went into this hoping so much to be a serious, stoic, confident rapper promoting his mixtape, and this is Bachelor One and he already wants to hide in a sewer.

“This can only get weirder from now on,” Namjoon says with actually a really cute smile, and Yoongi doesn’t know why but those words actually comfort him a little bit. “Good luck. I hope when we talk again it’ll feel a little less terrifying.” Oh that’s right, Yoongi reminds himself that after all these introductions he has to go and have one-on-one conversations with everyone and try not to get super drunk while he does it. That’s going to be the hardest part. He wishes he had warmed up with at least something to make his posture a little less straight.

He watches as Namjoon walks past him into the house, and due to the fact that Yoongi has hormones, he looks at him as he walks past and is very sad to learn that there is no ass to speak of. Twenty-four people to go whose asses will surely be more impressive.

Now it’s round two and he’s still uncomfortable but he’s done this once so now he thinks he can handle it a little bit better. Fuck, this one is cute. This one is bubblier. The instant he steps out of the limo, his face already has a smile on it. Christ, this is a good one. So was the last one. This is already hard. There’s no way he’d have been able to be an asshole to faces like these, even if he tried.

“Jimin,” he announces after a few words. Yoongi can tell that he’s going to go in for a hug because that radiates off of this guy. It’s a nice hug. They exchange a few pleasantries. It doesn’t feel natural, but it’s not awful. Jimin walks away and Yoongi is starting to think that this might not be as disgustingly fake as he thought it would be. Jimin made it a little less extremely uncomfortable. Oh, he has very much got an ass. Yoongi makes an unconscious nod before he remembers that there’s a camera on him.

As much as he would like for it not to be true, a lot of the guys run the same as the previous. This one has black hair, but this one has black hair. That one has piercings, oh those are very nice piercings, but that one has a velvet suit jacket and that really does something for Yoongi. He remembers that he has to make it through twenty-five different people, and there are too many names to remember, so he starts assigning them letters.

“Nice to meet you A, I’m Yoongi.”

“Oh, hello B, I’m Yoongi.”

“Thank you so much for saying that C, my name is Yoongi.”

He doesn’t tell any of them that they are being given letters. That would be rude.

“Jungkook.” Okay, yeah cool, your name is L now. “Jin.” Congratulations contestant number whatever, your name is Q. Yoongi skips the letter P because he feels like that would just be cruel, especially considering that Q is unbelievably handsome.

It’s been half an hour, is he nearly done? Producer Dad shows him his fingers. Four left. Thank god. He only has to meet four more people. But then he has to go talk to all of them. But then, quite a mercy, he gets to eliminate ten of them! No need to remember them anymore. He’s got to keep the first two because they’re the only ones whose names he thinks he remembers, but other than that it’ll be a crap shoot.

“Taehyung.” Oh, his voice is deep, and Yoongi decides that he likes that. Yes, very much so. He instantly forgets the name that this man just assigned himself, but V seems to suit him quit well. Goodbye V, and yes, Yoongi looks at his ass too. But he’s gotten fairly good at being subtle about it. The viewers at home will still probably be able to tell. Maybe it will make him genuine and endearing? Maybe he’ll just be called a pig.

The next one has brown hair. A very squishy face, which Yoongi has been told he also has. The second he steps out of the limo he can tell that this one, much like the second guy who Yoongi wants to say was called Jimin, that this guy radiates something. A very bright smile, if a little nervous. He looks very good in his suit. Everyone that has walked out of the limo has looked nice and been nice, but there’s something about this one in particular that just gets right to Yoongi’s core.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, which is a phrase that Yoongi has heard countless times before, and it’s a little disappointing that that is how this one has started the conversation.

“Hello,” he says. To be fair, Yoongi’s first line hasn’t had a lot of variety either.

"Your bio failed to mention that you were this cute," he says, and gives Yoongi a respectful once-over. Yoongi refrains from rolling his eyes. “Before I say anything else, I read on your bio that you're a rapper?”

His eyes immediately sparkle. Yes! Finally, someone is asking him about it! “I am! Yes!” Is this excitement? Is that what he feels? Excitement? Let me talk about myself please!

“That’s really cool. You may be here on this weird show now, but the next minute you’ll be an idol.”

“A man can dream, right?” Yoongi says. His squishy cheeks are about to make their debut to the camera, he can just tell.

“You look like you make a good rapper,” he says. His face becomes warm. Is this blush? He’s super pale, this guy is going to be able to tell that he’s blushing.

“I have a mixtape, you should listen to it,” Yoongi stumbles a little bit on his words. He realizes that this is the first time he’s managing to get a plug in for his mixtape, so he looks at the camera quickly and says, “Agust D, check it out.”

“How about you tell me more about it when we talk later, yeah?” he says smiling. This guy can most definitely tell that Yoongi is blushing. You can read it on his face like a book. Yoongi also suspects that he knows what he’s doing. He’s so charming. He’s cute. Everyone has been cute, literally everyone, but this one complimented not just his face but also said he looks like a good rapper. Fifteen roses to give out, this guy has already earned one.

“Two left after me, but make sure I’m the one you remember, okay?” he says. Fuck. Yoongi nods, and he turns to watch him go, but then he realizes-

“Wait, you didn’t tell me your name!”

“Silly me,” he says, smiling with his soft oh-my-god-yoongi-are-you-gay? cheeks, really bright like he’s a light source and Yoongi is a flower that needs it to grow. “Hoseok.”

Alright, Hoseok. You get to have a name instead of a letter. You’ve earned it.

Also? Very nice ass.