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hadesforpreswrites · 5 months ago

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dirty laundry, pt. 5

a/n: here's part 5! finally! i think i'm going to make this the final in this series. i have a couple side stories for them i want to write though! as always, i hope you enjoy and please: like and reblog! comments are also nice (more than nice, they make me so happy).

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: idiots-to-lovers

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected (oops) sexual intercourse, they're so cute

word count: 2,756

summary: let's end this birthday with a bang

part one part two part three part four

it took them all of ten minutes to reach the bowling alley. and they were met with various looks from their friends when they pull into the parking lot. scarlett was smirking but trying to hide it with a painted on scowl. the others were blatantly smirking at noah.

y/n’s face lit up when she saw two more of their friends joining them. without waiting for noah to open her door, knowing that it would likely earn her a lecture later, and rushed toward juliet with arms open wide.

“i’m so sorry we couldn’t make it to dinner!” juliet apologized as she squeezed the other woman.

“couldn’t miss bowling though!” andy said, wrapping his arms around the two.

“that’s okay! i’m glad you’re here!” she said.

noah walked toward their group of friends with a smile on his face and threw his arm around y/n’s shoulders when she stepped back from andy and juliet.

“what took you so long?” andy asked noah as the group made their way into the building.

“dessert,” was all he said, earning him a smack from y/n, as they walked up to the counter and he got their shoes and two games paid for. since there were so many of them, they needed a couple of lanes but that’s how it was every year.

noah was pretty good at the game but y/n was not. after her fourth-in-a-row gutter ball, she walked back laughing and said, “i said it was fun not that i was good at it.”

“well, can’t be good at everything,” noah said, kissing her forehead as she sat next to him.

“there’s plenty i’m not good at,” she shot back with a smile on her face.

“name one. that’s not bowling.”

“mini golf. never played regular golf but i’m sure i’d suck at it too. and bonus answer: chemistry. i’m very bad at chemistry.”

“fair enough,” he said, standing up to bowl his turn. he earned a strike, causing everyone at their lane to groan as he strutted back to the seat.

“next time we play teams,” nick said. “y/n can level him out.”

“rude,” she said, laughing.

the games continued on for a couple of hours before y/n started walking back shaking her wrist.

“you okay?” noah asked, worried.

“yeah. wrist is starting to give out on me though. we’re almost done, i can make it.”

“if you’re sure.”

the last to bowl was jolly, who earned himself a strike and ended the game in second place. noah was in first. y/n, tragically, in last.

“that’s fine,” she said. “i’ll kick his ass in mario kart though.”

“you’ll kick my ass?” noah confirmed with a smirk.

“damn straight.”

“you’re on, doll.”

the group walked to the arcade side of the building after dropping their shoes off at the counter. y/n chose yoshi and noah chose his driver and off they went on rainbow road.

“oh shit, i think she’s got you,” nicholas said, laughing.

“you’re supposed to be on my team,” noah said through gritted teeth as he took a shell.

“just stating facts, man.”

scarlett and juliet cheered as y/n passed the finish line in first place.

“told you,” she said smugly to noah next to her, who took second.

“yeah, yeah,” he said, smiling at her.

“okay, someone win me a stuffie from that machine,” scarlett announced, moving the group along.

“those things are rigged, scar. it’s a futile mission,” y/n called after her, standing up from the mario kart game, pulling noah with her.

he watched as she took in their surroundings, trying to decide what to do next. he saw her demeanor drop ever so slightly before she turned to him.

“you okay, doll?”

“social battery’s low,” she mumbled.

“do you wanna head to the hotel?”

she nodded.

“okay, we can do that. let’s go let them know,” he held out his hand for her to latch on to before pulling her toward one of the groups of their friends, gathered by a claw machine in an attempt to win scarlett a stuffed avocado.

still holding his hand, y/n embraced scarlett and mumbled something in her ear, earning her a kiss on the forehead and a nudge. they made their rounds saying goodbye to everyone, most would follow suit shortly after the couple departed anyway.

once out at the car, noah held the passenger door open and allowed her to get comfortable in the seat before he settled himself behind the wheel. he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street before placing his hand on y/n’s thigh, squeezing it in reassurance. she traced the tattoos that adorned the skin as the two of them rode in a comfortable silence toward the hotel he had booked.

once they were there, he grabbed their bags from the backseat before opening the passenger door for her to exit. he carried both bags in one hand and threw the other around her shoulders and pulled her tight to him as they walked into the lobby. it was calm and quaint when they entered the building, greeted sweetly by a kind concierge person behind the counter.

noah greeted them back and explained that he had booked a room a couple days previous and gave his information to the person.

once he had the key cards in hand, he steered them both toward the elevators and pushed the up button. when they reached their floor, they walked down the hall toward their room. after he unlocked the door, he motioned for her to enter in front of him. he shut and locked the door with both locks after placing the “do not disturb” placard on the door knob.

he sat their bags down on the bed as he watched y/n quietly take it all in. she stopped by the windows and looked out at the horizon and all the lights of the city below them. he took out his phone and snapped a picture of her in the low light of the room. he smiled to himself as he threw his phone on the bed and walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle.

“what are you thinking about?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“just everything.”

“you do that a lot.”

“it’s a personality fault.”

“nah,” he said. “i don’t think it’s a fault to think about everything. i think it’s a strength.”

“you would say that,” she smiled as she turned to face him, back against the glass of the window.

“i mean think about it. you see different perspectives and are able to choose one that makes the most sense to you after you examine those differences. that’s pretty neat.”

“you’re pretty neat.”

“y/n, are you flirting with me?”

“i mean, you’re pretty hot when you get all philosophical. it’s hard not to. especially when you’re all dressed up.”

“oh, she’s bold tonight.”

“she is,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

he wrapped his arms around her frame and held her tight as his lips moved with hers. he let his hands wander down her back before they found themselves gripping her ass, a silent plea for more.

continuing her bold streak, y/n pushed him with her body to move them toward the bed. when his knees hit the bed, he sat, pulling her with him. her hands cupped his cheeks as she straddled him. his hands were still gripping her wherever he could.

her hands began to wander down to the buttons on his black dress shirt. slowly, she started to unbutton the garment.

“you know, if you want me naked, you just have to ask,” he joked as he pulled back from her for air.

“noah,” she started.

“yes, doll?” he answered with a smirk.

“please help me take this shirt off of you.”

“anything for the birthday girl,” he said as he finished unbuttoning the shirt and pulled it off his shoulders.

“anything?” she asked, her boldness starting to wear off.

his eyebrows raised.”what’d you have in mind?”

a blush crept up her neck and landed on her cheeks as she mumbled something he couldn’t make out.

“what was that?”

“nevermind, let’s just watch a movie or something,” she said quickly, trying to cover up her embarrassment as she moved to get off his lap.

his hands gripped her hips tightly. “oh, no you don’t. what is it you want, baby?”

“you,” she said, quietly.

“you have me,” he said, not quite understanding.

she huffed in frustration, mostly at herself. “i want you,” she repeated.

“doll, baby, you have me. always.”

unable to get herself to speak the words outright, she opted to roll her hips against him. the movement caused him to throw his head back and moan.

“we really gotta work on your ability to say what you want, baby.”

she rolled her eyes. he chuckled darkly and turned to throw her on the bed on her back. he kicked off his shoes and threw hers off as well before settling between her legs on his stomach.

“c’mon, say it.”

she shook her head.

“baby, please,” he pleaded.

“i can’t,” she whispered.

“why not?”

“i don’t know.”

“you’re adorable,” he said, causing her to groan.

“i’m not trying to be cute, noah.”

“i know that, doll. but i can’t give you something if i don’t know what it is.”

“i think you do know and you’re torturing me.”

“i would never,” he propped his head on his hands that were folded on her stomach. she ran her fingers through his hair, causing his eyes to close at the contact.

“i want you to make love to me, noah.” his eyes shot open. “make me forget, if even for a moment, about that one experience.”

“i’m only going to if you’re truly ready, doll.”

“i am. i’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

“are you sure it’s not my birthday?”

“at this rate it will be.”

“she got jokes,” he said as kissed down her clothed stomach. he pushed the hem of her dress up her thighs, exposing her. he licked his lips before pressing a kiss to her covered center, causing her to let out a sigh.

for the second time that night, noah pulled her underwear down her legs and hooked one over his shoulder, spreading her. greedily, he ran his tongue up her slit. when he reached her clit, he pulled it into his mouth with a suck. he continued to lick her until he started to pull loud moans from her. her fingers were pulling at his hair as her breathing came out in bursts.

“noah,” she sighed as his tongue worked her through the second climax of the night.

he placed a kiss to her inner thigh before putting her leg back down and sliding up her body to her face. her eyes were closed as she came down. he held himself up on an elbow and stroked her hair as he kissed her face.

he tugged at the hem of her shirt causing her to sit up so it could be taken off and discarded with his on the floor. he skillfully unhooked her bra and tossed it aside before lowering her back to the bed. his lips found hers quickly and he moaned into her mouth as he felt her hands slide down his bare torso to his belted pants. she made quick work of the buckle and had one of her hands on his member just as quickly. he didn’t let her touch him for long before he pulled her hand away from him, causing her to let out a whine.

“so impatient,” he tsked as he stood up from the bed to pull his pants and underwear down in one fluid motion. he stood with his hands on his hips, cock standing at attention, and looked down at her. her breathing was starting to even out as he watched her. “there’s just one thing that needs to change about this moment, doll,” he pointed to her skirt that was still on.

she lifted her hips and began to pull the fabric off of her form and kicked it off the bed.

“perfect,” he breathed.

“noah,” she held her arms out to him.

he knelt on the bed and crawled over her. he pushed his lips to hers again as he let his hand travel down her body and to the apex of her thighs. he gathered the slick that had accumulated and used it to push one of his fingers inside her. after a couple of moments, he pushed a second finger inside her and let her adjust before scissoring them and using his thumb to rub figure eights on her clit.

“noah,” she breathed out after he released her lips.

“think you can give me another one before i give you my cock, doll?” he said between breaths in her ear.

“yes,” she moaned.

“good girl,” he said, feeling her clench around his fingers. he hooked his fingers in her, hitting that spot deep inside her causing her to cry out. “fuck,” he moaned. “can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. see what noises you make then.”

she was pushed over the edge at his words and came with a loud moan. she whined as he pulled his fingers out of her, missing the feeling. “don’t worry, you’ll feel even more full in a moment, baby.”

“noah, please.”

“so polite,” he muttered as he lined himself up with her.

he slowly began entering her in order to let her get used to his size little by little. once he was fully wrapped up by her he leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her shut eyes, then her lips. her arms came from beside her and wrapped around his neck, locking him in place as she began to move her hips under him. he took the hint quickly and began to pull his hips back and pushed them back in slowly.

“noah,” she breathed out again. “noah, please.”

“please, what, baby?”

“faster.”

he kissed her on the forehead again before sitting back and giving himself more leverage as he pumped in and out of her quicker than before.

“oh my god,” they moaned at the same time.

“you feel better than i could have ever imagined,” he said through gritted teeth as he watched himself move in and out of her.

she moaned his name again as she came the fourth time that night. he followed right after feeling her clench around him. he pulled out and laid next to her, both of them catching their breath as they looked in each other’s eyes. he turned on his side, facing her, “i love you, y/n,” he said as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

“i love you. so much,” she answered.

he pulled her lips to his for a sweet kiss, placing their foreheads together after pulling away.

after a few minutes laying there, he rolled out of bed and walked to the adjoining bathroom, he wet a washcloth with warm water and walked back out to wipe the mess that they had made together from the inside of her thighs. when he finished, he pulled her up, much to her protest and pointed her to the bathroom. he smacked her ass lightly to get her moving, earning him a playful glare.

he laid back on the bed, arms folded behind his head. when she emerged from the bathroom she scoured the floor for her underwear.

“doll, you could just sleep naked,” he laughed as she continued to look in the dark for them.

“it would make me more comfortable to not,” she said, practically jumping in them once she found them.

after donning the lace garment, she climbed in bed and put her head on his chest with one arm thrown over his middle.

“so,” she started, causing him to laugh.

“so, indeed.”

“condoms from here on out. i can’t believe i let you do that,” she said, burying her face in his chest.

“honestly, me either. and i’m sorry, i wasn’t even thinking.”

“me either! so no need to say sorry.”

“wait, does this mean there will be a future time?” he joked, causing her to roll her eyes.

“maybe,” she said, he feigned hurt.

they fell asleep shortly after, holding each other.

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doomhands-jr · 1 year ago

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The Choreographer -- Pt 14

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Jimin X Reader | Yoongi X Reader .

Rating: Explicit (not for this chapter though)

Warnings: *deep breath* angst, smut, protected vaginal intercourse, blowjobs, eating out, emotional outbursts, post-coital emotional flooding, more angst, choking, scratching, biting, kissing, marijuana use, drinking, playful roasting, holding hands, and did I mention angst? Seriously your heart breaks a little for each of them.

Summary: You were the assistant choreographer for BTS tasked with taking over for the lead while on tour. You'd sacrificed everything for this job, and you didn't want to risk it, but the temptation has proved to be too sweet.

Now you have to juggle the social, physical, and emotional consequences of your affairs. Jealousy between the members, social isolation, and potential feelings? No, that last one was not something you'd allow. You already had enough on your plate. You had to squash that down.

But feelings demand to be felt. And you cannot run away forever.

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How I dumped all my trauma into a single fanfic.

Masterlist

A/N: *sings* who is ready for things to get SO much more complicated? Me! I’m ready! This might be my favorite chapter I’ve ever written. Wooohooo! Let’s gooooooooooo!

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The lights of the arcade flashed all around you—magenta, tangerine, and turquoise took turns in your periphery while you chewed on your straw. Rum and coke. It had been your go-to since before you were old enough to legally drink.

It had been three weeks since Jungkook had left your room. You’d just flown to Osaka. This was the second-to-last stop before Shizuoka, and then finally home to Seoul. You couldn’t wait for this godforsaken tour to be over. Once in Seoul, you’d have an entire month off to rest and recuperate before you had to head back out, and were singularly focused on getting through this tour so you could spend the next month doing absolutely nothing.

You and Jungkook hadn’t spoken to each other at all since that night, save for overly-polite greetings whenever you had to save face in front of staff and the other members.

Despite the time, it hadn’t gotten easier.

You took another sip of your drink and savored the carbonation that prickled on your tongue.

“Babe! Over here!”

You looked over to see Jia. She stood beside a large arrangement of dance-based games and waved you over.

“Come on! I need a player 2!”

She jumped up and down as you approached her, eager for you to join.

“I don’t know if this would be a fair fight, Ji,” you taunted.

“Wanna bet?” Her smile held a sinister edge. “I used to play this game all the time back home.”

“Yeah, but I’m more coordinated.”

“Okay, well prove it then,” she said, gesturing for you to take your place on the platform beside her.

As it turned out, Jia was right. Your dance skills didn’t translate to being able to follow the directions of the arrows and match your feet to the appropriate pads on the floor.

“Shit, Jia, you weren’t kidding.”

“Years of practice.” She wasn’t even breaking a sweat, and she had set her difficulty to hard.

You lost spectacularly. Jia had a near-perfect score, while you received a 43%.

“Care to try again?” she asked.

“I’d rather watch you kick Jin’s ass,” you said. “Where are they, by the way?”

“I think they’re arriving soon. They had to drive separately since they need tinted windows. Paparazzi, you know?”

“Ah.”

You enjoyed watching Jia play against a few other crew members while nursing your drink. You much preferred this to going to the club like the crew normally did on Saturday nights. The crew seemed to relax more when it was just people from the tour.

Hanyuel had set up a makeshift bar on one of the ping pong tables and was handing out drink after drink. The others were being used for beer pong. Daejung, a member of the stage crew was absolutely dominating his counterpart, a camera man named Jay.

Two of the stylists you knew only by face played a racing game, while the resident personal trainer shot hoop after hoop at a basketball game. You still weren’t too familiar with the rest of the crew, but you knew they each played an integral role in the crazy traveling circus you’d been caught in.

As you were observing everyone, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. All seven members were arriving through a side alley entrance. Once they made their way in, they received applause from the crew for having pulled off yet another amazing performance.

Polite as ever, they applauded the crew for having been instrumental in the show’s success. You could tell they still weren’t quite used to being applauded by people they considered friends and colleagues. Fans were one thing, but this was different.

You wanted to go up and say hi, but determined it was better to hang back and spend more time with the crew. You didn’t want to monopolize their time or attention. Besides, it was fun hanging with Jia and some of her friends.

After a few moments of greeting, the members spread out around the crowd. Hoseok made his way over to your group and challenged Jia to a dance off.

“I don’t know about that Hobi,” you warned. “I already made that mistake.”

“I’ll bet you 10 tokens I win,” said Hobi. You cringed in anticipation of his defeat.

He actually held is own against Jia. Apparently, he wasn’t a rookie like you had been, and he was pretty quick on his feet. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it definitely hadn’t been that.

Jia had years of experience, but Hoseok picked it up quickly, and he had more control over his body than she did. He lost the first round, but challenged her to a second and won.

“We’re tied. Best of three?” he said. “Winner take all.”

“You’re on.”

It was a tight race. They both amped up the difficulty level to expert and chose an up-beat song. Arrows flew across the screen at an alarming rate as they pounded a steady tattoo on the sensors at their feet. At first Jia was in the lead, but Hoseok surpassed her. Their feet moved fast and accurately, so much so that your eyes could barely follow their movements.

It was neck and neck. Most of the group was cheering for Jia, but Hoseok had a few supporters, Jimin being one of them. He’d just joined the crowd of onlookers, which had steadily increased in number as the game went on.

“You got this, Hope!” he shouted from beside you.

You looked over at him and he smiled back at you.

“Who do you think will win?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Jia’s got more experience, but Hobi’s fast. My bet’s on Jia.”

“I’ll take that bet,” he said holding out a hand. “One token.”

“Deal,” you agreed and shook his hand. It was the most contact you’d had with Jimin since the beginning of the tour. Had he noticed too?

In the end Hoseok won out by a margin of one percentage point. Jia made a show of begrudgingly handing over her tokens, which Hoseok took with glee. You grabbed Jimin by the wrist and pressed one of your own tokens into his palm.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said. His smile was so bright that you couldn’t help but laugh. Even though you lost, you were happy that things finally felt normal between the two of you again. Like it had felt before everything had happened. It gave you hope that you could eventually get back to this place with Jungkook, too.

The crowd dispersed a little bit. Jimin went to go play a first-person shooter game with Yoongi. Hoseok and Namjoon were by the liquor table while Hanyuel poured each of them a drink, and Jia had gone off to find Tae, which gave you time to make your way around the room and talk to a few other people you’d gotten to know a bit over the last couple of months. You were on your third drink when you were pulled over to the karaoke booths with Tae, Jia, and Jin.

“I need you to lend me your vocal talents for a duet.”

“’Vocal talents’ is a bit of a reach, Jin,” you replied.

“Whatever you can bring to the table. Doesn’t have to be good. Please?” he said, extending the last word into a whine.

“Jin, I don’t think you know just how terrible of a singer I am,” you said.

“I don’t care! Be the worst singer possible! I just need someone to do a duet with me,” he said, sticking his lower lip out in a pout for extra effect. You were hit with the full force of Jin’s puppy-dog stare, and how could anyone say no to that?

“Suit yourself,” you said with a shrug. You looked around the room to see who was in the vicinity, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of too many people, but it seemed like everyone else was off in their own world.

Clambering into the booth, you watched as Jin picked out the song he wanted. It was a ballad that you were familiar with. You already knew you wouldn’t be able to hit the high notes.

“Shit, Jin. This is going to be a disaster.” He chuckled in response.

“I think that’s the point.”

The music started. He began his part in a low tenor. As always, he sounded like an angel. He finished out his verse with no issue. Then came your turn. It took you three notes before you were already off-key.

You managed you get back on key before the end of the verse, and Jin had to take deep breaths to regain composure for his next verse since he’d been stifling laughter from the moment you began singing.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

Karma was swift. He messed up his own verse because he couldn’t stop laughing. You figured you might as well just lean into it at that point, so when your next turn came around, you sang even louder, and much worse. Your voice cracked as you belted out a high note that was at least two notes below what it should have been.

Jin joined you, voice jumping up an octave. You both sang as loudly and as terribly as you could for the rest of the song, and when it ended, you were met with boos from the booth next door, where Taehyung and Jia had supposedly been playing (though you were pretty sure you hadn’t heard any singing coming from that booth).

“Thanks for being a good sport,” Jin said.

“Anytime.”

“I’ll save you from having to endure another game with me,” he said. “I think I’m going to get myself a drink.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. You didn’t think you could make it through another song. Your throat was already raw from the first one.

Jin was the first to exit the booth. You made to follow him when you just about ran headfirst into someone’s chest. You looked up to see Yoongi, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

“Don’t tell me you caught that,” you said, backing into the book and making room for him to enter.

“When did you get so good at singing?” he asked. It took a moment for your brain to register his hand already planted firmly on your hip.

“Don’t,” you said, even though you couldn’t suppress the smile creeping along your face.

“No, really. I’ve never heard anyone sound so incredible,” he continued. “You simply must give me the name of your vocal coach.”

“Stop it,” you whined.

“Think you could give me some pointers?” he asked, placing his other hand over his chest. His tone was laced with false sincerity.

“God damn it, Yoongi,” you said, knowing he was relishing the opportunity to tease you. You crossed your arms in front of you and pouted. “Ha, ha. That’s very funny.”

“Forgive me,” he said, thumb brushing over your hipbone. You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks.

The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on Yoongi. His laughter died down to a smile as he placed the other hand on your opposite side. It was forward, even for Yoongi, but not unwelcome in the least.

Your back hit the wall of the karaoke booth, and you sank into it. Yoongi’s warmth and the dark of the booth giving you the odd feeling of hibernation.

“Hey,” he said, softening.

“Hey.”

You couldn’t help but smile in his presence. In all the chaos, Yoongi had become the only thing keeping you grounded.

In any other instance, this sort of touch would seem dangerous, but this one felt right in a way you couldn’t explain.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been okay,” you said. “Better, at least. You?”

He ran his tongue along his teeth. His thumbs tightened their grip on your hips for just a moment.

You read that for what it was.

“Still having issues with the mixtape?” you asked.

He sighed and leaned into you. You stroked his back comfortingly.

“They postponed it again.” Ah. That would explain why he was extra touchy. He probably needed it just as much as you.

“How long?” you asked, stroking his back comfortingly.

“Indefinitely.”

“Fuck, man. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know what I was expecting, to be honest,” he said, face still buried in your shoulder. “All the signs pointed to that outcome.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong to have expected them to keep their word.”

“Naïve, then.” He sank more of his weight against you.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” you asked. You’d talked to everyone you wanted to talk to. Besides, spending time with Yoongi sounded like less of a drain on your social battery. He nodded into your shoulder.

“Let’s go, then. I’ve had my fill of fun.”

You led him out of the karaoke booth and weaved in and out between the other crewmembers partaking in the various games the arcade had to offer.

Jimin and Tae were in the middle of a racing game. The tip of Jimin’s tongue poked out between his teeth in his concentration. You chuckled. He was cute.

Yoongi now led the way, rushing to the side door. You hurried to keep up with him, but stopped short when you caught sight of the basketball hoops.

Jungkook had his arms wrapped around Yeona, hands covering hers as she held the orange ball between them. He guided her movements, dipping down with a slight bend in the knees, and springing up to release the ball. It soared in the air, bouncing once on the rim of the hoop, and tipped to the side.

Yeona turned toward him, still in between his arms and pouted. He mirrored her pout before his lips pulled up into a bunny smile.

Long fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked over to their owner. Yoongi stared at you intensely, making sure your focus was on him and not on the scene happening behind you.

He began to pull you once again towards the exit. This time, you kept your eyes on him, refusing to look back, no matter how much you wanted to.

Outside, a black SUV had pulled up to the door. Yoongi opened the door for you and guided you inside. You slid over to make room for him.

“Back to the hotel?” asked the driver. You guessed these were their own personal chauffeurs, rather than the hotel shuttle the rest of the crew used.

“Yes, thank you,” Yoongi said, and slipped a folded bill to the driver.

The SUV pulled away from the city block. Streetlights passed by as you made your way back to the hotel in relative silence.

Images of Jungkook and Yeona staring at each other replayed in your head.

Fuck.

Your nails dug themselves into your palms.

You’d thought it was just a one-night thing. You didn’t think there was anything between the two of them.

A lump rose in your throat.

Yoongi squeezed your hand again. You looked back at him, and he offered up a somber smile.

There was nothing you could do about it now. You resolved to be present with Yoongi, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb and trying to mirror his sentiment.

The ride to the hotel was quiet, both you and Yoongi content to exist separate, but alongside one another.

When you pulled up to the hotel, Yoongi escorted you by the hand through the lobby, into the elevators, and down the hallway, coming to a stop before the door to his suite.

He took a few minutes to fumble around in his wallet for his keycard. “Which hotel are we at again?” he asked, He flipped through what looked to be all the key cards he had used while on tour.

“You don’t turn them in at checkout?” you asked, scandalized.

“Don’t tell mom,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Ah, it’s this one.”

He pulled out a bright blue and yellow key card and shoved it into the slot on his door before the small lights on the panel lit up green. He just barely cracked the door open before stopping and turning to you.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked.

You recognized the real question hidden beneath his words. It was the first time either of you were openly acknowledging the possibilities that existed just beyond that door. There was no telling what would happen if you spent the night with him. For a brief second, you contemplated cutting the night short and going back to your room.

A knot twisted in your stomach, but you knew your answer.

“Yes,” you said firmly.

He scanned your face, looking for any cracks in your resolve, and when he found none, he nodded.

He just barely got the door open a few more centimeters, however, when the door across the hall opened.

“Oh!” said a soft voice behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you watched Hoseok’s eyes as they looked from you to Yoongi, and then to your intertwined hands. A parade of emotions flitted over his facial features. Surprise. Confusion. Disappointment.

“Walk away,” Yoongi said before Hoseok had a chance to finish registering.

“Yoongi…,” he said with a note of accusation.

“This doesn’t concern you.” Yoongi’s voice was firm. Determined.

“Don’t do this.” Hoseok’s eyes were pleading. You knew he desperately wanted to finish out the tour without any more drama.

Yoongi turned to you. He brought your joined hands to his lips. “Go wait in the room,” he said softly. “I’ll just be a minute.”

You made no move.

Yoongi sighed again. “Okay fine. Stay here then.”

He turned again to Hoseok. “I know what this looks like. And you’re right. But it’s more complicated than that.”

“What’s complicated about it? You heard what Namjoon said. We all agreed.”

“I know, okay? I’m aware.”

“So then what are you doing?”

“Look. I get that you’re not happy about this, but you need to walk away.”

Hoseok looked taken aback. Yoongi had never outright gone against Namjoon’s wishes. He seemed at a loss for words for a moment, finally sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t lie for you.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just don’t go out of your way to tell anyone what you saw.”

“You know who I’m worried about,” he said.

“If he finds out, I’ll deal with it.”

You could see Hoseok was backed into a corner on this one, and you hated that the two of you were doing that to him, but you shared the same stance as Yoongi on this one.

When the realization that he had no other options fully dawned on Hoseok, he rolled his eyes.

“If he outright asks, I can’t help you.”

“Good enough for me,” Yoongi said with an air of finality, and abruptly grabbed your hand once more, pulling you into the room with him. You had just enough time to register the disappointment that had reappeared on Hoseok’s face. You hoped he could one day forgive you for this.

You hoped you could forgive yourself.

____

Once inside, the energy shifted to something quieter. The air between the two of you grew heavy.

You didn’t realize you were waiting for Yoongi to take the lead until he finally spoke.

“I, uh…, still have that other joint. If you wanted to finish it.”

“Oh! Yeah, actually. That would be great. Thank you.”

Yoongi went to rifle around in his suitcase, ultimately procuring a glasses case. Inside was the joint and a lighter.

It was oddly intimate, seeing where he stored his drugs. Like you were one of the only people he’d ever shared that little bit of information with.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing for you to follow him into the bathroom of the suite.

Inside, he turned the shower on its hottest setting, allowing the room to fill up with steam before flicking on the vent fan.

“Where’d you learn this trick?” you asked.

“Back home in Daegu,” he said. “I smoked a lot to deal with the stress of living with my parents. In the winters, it would be too cold to go outside, so sometimes I would smoke in the shower to hide the smell. You?”

“In college,” you said. “My roommate taught me a bunch of ways to cover the smell.”

“What was your go-to?” he asked.

“Fabric softener in a toilet paper roll.”

He chuckled, placing the end of the joint between his lips and lighting it. “Nice,” he said, still holding his breath while the smoke filled his lungs, before finally exhaling a cloud of smoke. It curled into the air before being sucked up by the vent fan along with the rest of the shower steam.

He passed the joint to you. You took a drag, immediately feeling the relaxation set in. It was much-needed.

You weren’t sure why you were going through with this. The logical side of you knew that it was objectively a bad idea, yet you also knew that there was no way in hell you were backing out. You were done suffering. You needed a break, even if it was just for the night. You owed yourself that much, consequences be damned.

“Sorry about Hoseok,” he said.

Whether it was the weed or the situation, you couldn’t help but snort.

“I’m sorry,” you said, recovering. “But could his timing possibly be worse?”

Yoongi shrugged, grinning at you.

You sank down to the bathroom floor, resting your back against the tub. He followed, sitting beside you.

“Tell the truth,” you asked. “Are we in deep shit?”

Yoongi said nothing, but the corners of his mouth pulled down in an exaggerated wince. You took another deep drag, held it in for a few moments, and exhaled, offering the joint to him.

He took one more drag before squeezing the cherry out from the end and placing the half-spent joint on the counter. Then he wrapped his hand around yours. You chanced a glance up at him. He was focused on where his thumb swiped back and forth across yours.

“One, two, three, four,” he muttered. “I declare a thumb war.”

You sprang to action, trying in vain to wrap your thumb around his. You managed to evade him for a few seconds before his long fingers ultimately won out and pinned your thumb down against your intertwined hands.

After savoring his victory, he resumed caressing your hand with his.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, to be honest,” he said and stood, offering you his other hand. He pulled you to your feet with a surprising amount of strength. “But when it does, we’ll deal with it the best we can.”

He turned the shower off and led you over to the bed, where you sat.

“Need anything to sleep in?” he asked.

“That would be great. Thanks.”

Once again, he rifled around in his luggage, this time producing an oversized cotton shirt and a pair of gray sweats.

For a moment, you considered going to the bathroom to change. Were you ready for him to see you? He already had done so once, back in LA after your drunken rendezvous, but this felt different. This meant something.

You looked over to Yoongi, who had pulled out another soft cotton shirt. Without glancing at you, he stripped off the one he was wearing.

You’d seen him shirtless, but you were drunk for that and couldn’t remember too much.

He was pale. Slender.

His abdomen sloped down from soft ribs to the slightest bit of pudge right below his navel. A very faint scar ran across his right side, right next to his hip bone.

That was as much studying of his body as you could do before bare skin was replaced with black cotton.

His hands dropped to his belt. Long fingers slipped the leather out of the buckle with ease before working the button on his jeans. He slid his pants down his thighs to reveal generic plaid boxers. He placed the discarded clothes in a pile next to his suitcase and looked at you.

“Okay if I sleep in my boxers?”

“Yeah,” you croaked past a mouth that was suddenly drier than before. “That’s fine.”

He nodded. You waited a beat.

He continued to observe you, patient. It was your turn. Taking a breath to steady yourself, you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them off your hips. You could hear Yoongi inhale sharply through his nose, but you didn’t dare look at him. You didn’t have to—you could feel his gaze boring into your skin.

You didn’t give him too much time before you replaced your jeans with the sweatpants he’d lent you, though you also didn’t hesitate before pulling your top over your head. After a moment’s pause, you decided to remove your bra.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, but that was the only break in his poker façade. You gave him a moment to take in the sight of you, as he had done, before slipping the white cotton shirt over your head and finally meeting his gaze.

He looked at you calmly, but with intention. Like he wanted you to know he was looking at you on purpose.

He gestured for you to get in the bed, which you did while he fetched two large glasses of water.

“Room service?” he asked.

You smiled. “I’m not hungry, but I could go for a cup of chamomile.”

“Coming right up.”

His suite was equipped with an electric kettle and an assortment of teas. As Yoongi busied himself filling it and heating up the water, you took the opportunity to snuggle into his king-sized bed.

Pressing your toes into the sheets, the soft pillow-topped mattress sank down beneath you. The sheets were cool to the touch; the down comforter on top of you warm and heavy.

The bedding smelled like expensive detergent—the kind that barely smelled like anything. You caught a whiff of lavender and sandalwood. Searching for the source, you found a large white candle on the desk across from the bed.

“Did you bring a candle with you?” you asked.

“Came in a gift basket sent by the hotel,” he said, not looking up from where he was preparing the tea bag.

Funny, you had always assumed hotels didn’t allow candles, but you supposed the rules were different for celebrities.

“Can I light it?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You hopped out of bed and grabbed the lighter off the bathroom counter. Candles were a comfort you didn’t realized you’d missed so much while on the road.

It wasn’t three minutes before the room had been enveloped in the soothing aroma. Yoongi inhaled deeply as he brought two mugs of tea over to the bed.

“I’ve never been much of a lavender guy, but this one isn’t half bad.”

“Really?” you asked, taking a steaming mug from his outstretched hand and sitting up cross-legged in the bed.

“You seem surprised,” he said, sipping his own mug.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I never pictured you being so particular.”

“I’ve just always preferred woody and musky over floral.”

“Ah,” you said, scooting over to make room for him. He sat facing you, cross-legged on the bed. His hair was slightly mussed from when he changed earlier and you couldn’t think of a time when he looked more real to you.

“So do you want to talk about it?” you asked. “The label?”

“Not really,” he said in between sips of tea. “I’ve had to process enough disappointment this tour. I think I’m going to find some joy first.”

“That sounds like much better idea.”

He smiled sideways and lifted his mug up in salute. You followed.

“Joy’s been hard to come by these days,” you said.

He sighed. “It’s hard when your version of joy doesn’t match up with the things that are supposed to be fun.” He used air quotes around ‘supposed to.’

“What do you mean?”

“The arcade. I know it’s Hanyuel’s way of helping everyone blow off steam and have fun. And it’s not that it’s not fun. But it’s just…,”

“...not the kind of fun you need?” you asked.

He nodded.

“What kind of fun do you need?” you asked.

He glanced over at you, deadpanning.

A bundle of nerves tugged at your stomach.

Oh. Right.

“How’re we doing on time?” he asked.

You looked back at the clock behind him. It was nearing midnight.

“I’d say we have probably an hour before he finds out. Two if we’re lucky.”

“Better make it count, then.”

It was your turn to raise your mug in salute. You drained the remainder of your tea and handed him the mug to set beside him on the end table, along with his own.

Then he stretched out on the bed and wiggled a bit until he felt comfortable. “Come here.”

You wasted no time in snuggling into his side. With your head on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat racing. He was nervous too. The fact gave you some sense of comfort.

“It okay if we just stay like this for a while?” you asked.

“Sounds perfect to me,” he said, stroking your hair with his palm. “We don’t have to do anything, you know.”

“I know,” you said, lacing your fingers through his. “Thank you.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, punctuating the action with a kiss on your head. You snuggled lower into the bed, pulling the covers up to your shoulder, heart fluttering in temporary safety. “Can we listen to something?” you asked.

“Like what? Music? Podcast?”

You shrugged. “Anything is fine.”

He took out his phone and connected it to a Bluetooth speaker on his nightstand. “Ambient jazz okay?”

“Perfect.”

The first few notes of a soft piano melody played through the speakers, slow and romantic. The kind you could see yourself swaying back and forth to with a lover. A kind of dance that was entirely foreign to you. You’d taken lessons on every single style of dance you could find. Perfected choreography with the technical skills of a master. And yet you’d never done the simplest of dances. The kind that erupts spontaneously between two people who simply want to connect.

You could see it happening with Yoongi. It would be so easy with him. Almost effortless.

You wished the timing had been better. That you’d connected with Yoongi first before everything with Jungkook had happened. That you didn’t have a mess of emotion to clean up before you could even consider being with anyone, let alone your best friend.

At least you had tonight. In his room, burrowed under his sheets, with his arm around you, you could forget about all of that, at least for the moment. And you were determined to make the most of it.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

“Mmm—yeah?” he mumbled, voice thick with near sleep.

You didn’t know what you wanted to say. ‘I love you?’ ‘Kiss me?’ ‘Stay here forever?’

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

_________

People often told Hoseok that he worried too much. That he needs to assume that things will be okay, but the truth is that Hoseok could smell out trouble long before anyone else. He clenched his fists as he paced back and forth at the hotel bar, trying to figure out if he should warn Namjoon about what was likely to happen.

What would Namjoon even be able to do? Make sure Jungkook stays clear in case they come out of the room? Keep him out so that he wouldn’t have to hear anything through the hotel’s thin walls?

He scrubbed a palm over his hand for the millionth time and ordered himself a drink.

He told Yoongi he would stay out of it. And stay out of it he will. And when shit inevitably hits the fan, he is going to keep his head down and mind his business until this unlucky tour is over and he can finally catch a break.

_________

You must have drifted off, because when you next opened your eyes, the room was dark. The light was off, and Yoongi had blown out the candle on the nightstand. The music continued to play softly through the speaker as you scanned the room for what had woken you up.

Slowly, your consciousness drifted downwards, to the thigh resting between your knees.

You inhaled deeply and squeezed your eyes shut. It was mere inches from you. God, it was like the universe was taunting you. Doing everything it could do to get you to crack under the pressure.

You shifted slightly, trying to ease some of the discomfort that was only growing more pronounced by the second. It did nothing to quell the ache.

Could you roll over without waking Yoongi? Move to the other side of the bed? Even go to the bathroom to relieve yourself? Hell, if the coast was clear, you could even go to your room without anyone noticing.

You shifted again, body begging for you to do something. His thigh was right there, tucked neatly in between yours.

Was Yoongi awake? You glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It had been an hour and a half since you’d gone to bed. He must be asleep, right? He wouldn’t have stayed up that late. You wanted to check, but you didn’t want to disturb him.

You shifted once more, trying in vain to ease the tension that had begun to take over your whole form.

Alas.

That must have been one too many times, because without warning, Yoongi tightened his hold on you. You froze in place, breathing as quietly and gently as possible.

Slowly, without moving anything else, Yoongi hiked his leg up so that his thigh rested firmly against you.

You couldn’t stop the breath that hitched in your throat.

It was as if you were frozen in time.

“Move,” he whispered.

“Okay.”

You fisted your hand into the neck of his shirt and rocked into him. And the part of you that had been drowning for months finally surfaced for air.

You rolled your hips again and a whimper fell from you lips. Fuck, it was needed. After weeks of denying yourself, you could almost cry out in gratitude.

Yoongi’s hand wrapped firmly around your thigh and hoisted it up over his hips. You could feel him already hard beneath you and wondered how long he’d been awake. Had he woken up when you did? Was he wrestling with the same indecisiveness about what needed to happen between the two of you?

But then he climbed on top of you, and you had a hard time remembering what you’d even been thinking about because his hands had braced themselves on either side of your arms and his face hovered over yours, his breaths labored. Fuck. Shit.

“This okay?” he whispered, lips just barely brushing against yours, and you skin vibrated where he touched it.

Ah.

“Yeah,” you breathed, struggling to stay aware of your surroundings, because his hips had now taken the place of his thigh and they were grinding into you.

Yoongi wrapped one of his perfect hands around the back of your neck and slid his thumb along the column of your throat, up towards your jaw and over to your mouth.

“I remember this,” you muttered against it as he traced over your lips.

“Is that so?” he asked, stretching your bottom lip towards your chin, taking in its softness. “You gave me hell that day,” he said, hooking his thumb around your bottom row of teeth and using force to open your mouth even wider, just as he had done back in LA the first time you’d smoked together.

“I give you hell every day,” you countered.

He rocked into you, causing you to jolt upwards at the contact. You were extra sensitive. “One of my favorite things about you.”

You arched back, exposing more of your throat to him, which he gladly attached his lips to. Pulling you closer with one arm, he grabbed your hand with the other and pinned it above your head before caressing you from wrist to waist. Once he got to the hem of your (his) shirt, he wasn’t shy about slipping his hand underneath and cupping your breast.

He immediately realized that this level of contact wasn’t quite enough for him, and before you had time to process what was happening, he had slipped the shirt entirely off your body, lips coming to close around a nipple.

“Aren’t we eager?” you teased.

“It has been two years since I’ve had a titty in my mouth,” he murmured, not bothering to remove his lips from you as he said it. You grinned at his cheekiness and cradled his head in your hands, taking in how the strands of his hair slipped easily past your fingers. You’d have to ask him later what conditioner he used.

Sighs escaped from your throat almost without your notice. Saliva pooled in your mouth and you had to swallow thickly to accommodate the excess. Yoongi’s tongue circled your nipple, gently sucking and causing it to pebble between his lips.

Once he was satisfied with the first, he moved over to the second, giving it equal attention. With one final long suck, he backed off your breasts, admiring his work for a moment before taking one in each hand and pushing them together, at which you had to laugh.

“Can I help you?” you asked.

“Oh, you already are,” he said before planting his face in the cleavage he had made.

Yoongi was, by all rights, a kid in a candy store.

“You have the best boobs, you know that?” he said, voice muffled on either side by your breasts.

“Can we continue, or are you just going to play with my boobs all day?” you asked.

He finally looked up and caught your eye. “It’s tempting,” he said, before reattaching his lips to your neck and nipping at the skin.

At the same time, he hooked your thigh over his hip and rocked into you once again, and immediately, you were back under his spell, marveled at how Yoongi could oscillate back and forth between two seemingly polar opposites. He was sexually assertive while still retaining a playful innocence you would find refreshing, if it weren’t for the fact that he kept getting distracted. Then again, perhaps you were too goal-oriented, and could stand to have some fun exploring his body as well.

“Yoongi,” you whispered.

“Mmm?”

“Take this off,” you said, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He removed it swiftly, the warmth of his chest now pressing against yours.

_________

Jungkook downed yet another shot of vodka.

“Do you want to go back to your room?” Yeona asked.

“No,” he scowled, not looking at her.

“Can you please not be like this?” she pleaded. “I just want to have a good time.”

He shrugged. “Go find someone else, then.”

He fully knew he was being an ass and she didn’t deserve it, but he wasn’t in the mood to be courteous.

She sighed and stomped off. He’d have to apologize to her later, but he couldn’t think about that now.

Yeona, as nice as she was, was no longer serving her purpose of helping him forget about you. And how could she, really? It was impossible. You were everywhere. Everything reminded him of you.

From the moment you began working at the company, you drove him crazy. Everything about you captured his attention. But you’d always been so by-the-book. Your commitment to professional boundaries rivaled even Namjoon’s. There was no way in hell he even stood a chance.

No way in hell, until that day in rehearsal, when you crashed into his world in a very real way and shook him to his core. From that moment on, all he could think about was you.

He could hear any song and think of how your hips swayed when you danced. Someone would tell him a joke or a funny story, and all he could do was think about the way you’d laugh if you were there to hear it. At night, whether it’s his hand or Yeona’s lips wrapped around himself, all he could see was your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked him.

So when he caught sight of Yoongi’s hand clasped over your wrist, pulling you out the door, it struck him like a hammer to the chest.

That had been over an hour ago. Neither of you had come back.

He poured himself another a shot. _______

“How’s that?”

“Shhh, it’s fine. Just don’t stop.”

Yoongi’s face was buried between your thighs, lapping at you like a man dying of thirst and you were a desert oasis. He had his first two fingers inside of you, sliding over your g-spot while his tongue performed unholy acts on your clit.

“Faster,” you pleaded. Without hesitation, he picked up his pace. You were already hurling towards climax, but you had no intention of holding back, and neither did Yoongi.

You dug your fingers into his scalp and pulled him closer.

_________

Namjoon had seen Jungkook drunk before, but something was off with him this time. On the surface, he looked like he was having fun, but there was an undercurrent of intensity that spelled trouble.

After leading the group for so long, identifying signs that something was off had become second nature to Namjoon.

Jungkook had been acting weird the entire tour, so he knew something was up. He suspected it had something to do with you, but he wasn’t sure of all the details.

“Taehyung!” he called over when the younger man flitted across his periphery.

“What’s up?”

“Do you know what’s been going on with Jungkook?” he asked.

Taehyung sighed.

“I don’t know, man. Something’s up with him. I thought he was fine last week, but I’m not so sure.”

“Keep an eye on him for me tonight, would you? Make sure he doesn’t get into trouble. He’s been hitting the liquor pretty heavily.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Somehow Taehyung’s reassurance didn’t ease the sinking feeling in Namjoon’s gut.

_______

“Fuck, just like that,” Yoongi growled out.

He was on his back as you knelt between his legs and massaged his balls. Saliva trickled down your chin, but you kept a steady rhythm while you sucked. Every once in a while, he’d jolt forward and slam into the back of your throat, causing you to cough and sputter, but he was gaining more and more control over his movements, while you gradually relaxed into it, finally able to find a rhythm that worked.

His hands moved on their own accord, raking themselves through your hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling you towards him, before moving down to caress your face or massage your shoulders.

His breathing sped up, chest rising and falling beautifully, eyes screwed tightly shut in concentration. You watched while his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down whenever he swallowed.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Please?”

Hearing him beg did something to you. You doubled down on your movements, letting him hit the back of your throat over and over.

“GOD! Fuck! Damn it!”

His hips began to thrust into you. You tried your best to accommodate the movement, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Shit, baby, please?”

The pet name caused your lower abdomen to tense up with want. You never thought he’d call you ‘baby’ but hearing it gave you such immense satisfaction. At that moment, your singular purpose was to give him the best blowjob of his life. He fucking deserved it.

You relaxed your throat even more, allowing him to go as deep as he wanted. Tears streamed down your face and you had no room to even breathe, but you held out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunted.

He’d barely gotten the words out when his hands gripped either side of your head, his hips sputtered, and ropes of hot cum shot down your throat. You stayed and dutifully swallowed it all before finally coming up for air.

He immediately pulled you down on the bed with him and began peppering kisses all along your neck.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” he said in between kisses to your sweat-logged skin. You barely even heard, still trying in vain to catch your breath.

He buried his forehead into your shoulder and caressed you as your breathing returned to normal.

“I have never appreciated anyone in my life more than I appreciate you right now, at this moment,” he mumbled into your collarbone, punctuating it with a kiss. And you knew that was an exaggeration, but you also believed he meant it more than he didn’t.

“Yoongi?” you breathed.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss my neck.”

You knew you could stop now, but there was so much more of him you wanted, no needed, to experience.

Yoongi complied eagerly, nipping at the soft skin as you arched your back and revelled in the sensation. There were no thoughts. Nothing existed outside this room. There was only Yoongi, consuming you with a fiery passion. You wished the night would never end. Morning would never come and you could stay there with him forever. Nothing would make you happier.

________

“Where the fuck is she?!” Jungkook shouted as he punched the target. It swung upwards, locking into place at the top of its swing while the machine calculated his points. He received the highest score of anyone so far that night.

“Easy, man. Relax. She’s probably back at the hotel. You know she doesn’t do large crowds unless she’s dancing.”

Taehyung patted his friend’s shoulder, trying to soothe him the best he could. He’d been trying to do that all night, but it was no use. Jungkook was spiraling out of control. Taehyung knew he had to get him back to his room fast, but he didn’t want to risk crossing paths with you or Yoongi and setting him off even worse.

“Come on. Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order some food?”

“I’m not hungry,” Jungkook insisted, but followed out the door anyway.

As he loaded Jungkook into the cab, he pulled out his phone to text Namjoon.

[Taehyung 2:13 AM: You'd better come back to the hotel. I think we're in for a rough night.]

_______

“Condoms?” you panted. Yoongi looked up from where he’d been nuzzling below your jaw. “If you can go again, that is.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, hopping off the bed. He rummaged around in his suitcase and produced a small convenience store bag with a brand new box of condoms. He paused to deliberate for a second and then reached back in to grab a small bottle of lube. You couldn’t help but smile.

“When did you buy this?” you asked.

“Honest answer?” he said. You nodded.

“The day we left LA. I paid a staff member to go out and grab some for me.”

“I never would have guessed. You practically ignored me after that day.”

He smiled, climbing back onto the bed. “Had to make you work for it. You were too entitled.”

“Min Yoongi!” you scolded, shocked.

“Don’t give me that,” he said, hand coming to rest on your pubic bone while his thumb glided between your folds. You arched into his touch. “You know all too well you were totally spoiled with attention by the time you made your way to me. That’s why you were so shocked when I denied you.”

Something about what he said stuck with you. He was right, and it was a truth that had been too painful to confront until now.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t let it get to you, okay? You made mistakes, but you’ve also learned from them. That says a lot more about you than you realize.”

You looked back up at him and you could tell he meant it.

“Plus, you’re already serving your sentence. Don’t punish yourself more than you need to, okay?”

You exhaled through your nose, determined. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He took a condom out from the box. “Help me with this?”

______

Yoongi groaned as he pushed into you. Fuck, he needed this. Holy shit, did he need this.

A small part of him felt a little guilty. He knew he was betraying Namjoon’s trust. And if he were honest with himself, that devastated him. But he also knew that there was no way around this.

Fingernails dug into his hips. You let out a shy gasp as he pushed into you again.

He wanted to be the obedient one. The team player. Like Hoseok. Or Seokjin. Or Namjoon. And ninety-nine percent of the time, he was. But every once in a while, he needed some grace.

It was exhausting, having to look out for so many people’s interests. There were people whose livelihoods depended on him behaving in a way becoming of a public figure. Yours, even.

It’s not that he minded all the time. He enjoyed his role. But he had needs.

Sexual needs, sure. But he could take care of those on his own. He needed connection.

What he really wanted was to connect with his fans through music. He knew there were people who would hear his tracks and understand him. He needed to be known, and that was hard to come by these days.

But then he hung out with you, and for once, he felt understood. There was something—a vibe you shared when it was just the two of you—that took a little bit of the sting away. And there in that bedroom, with you panting beneath him? It had been a long time since he’d felt so connected to anyone.

You let a breathy moan slip past your lips, and for all the work he’s done on his vocals, he knew he’d never produce a sound quite as intoxicating.

He bent over you, resting his weight on his forearms while he cradled the back of your neck between his hands, your skin slick with sweat. You had your entire body wrapped around him, nails digging into his shoulders and legs crossed over his hips.

In Yoongi’s opinion, you had never looked more beautiful. Or vulnerable. Seeing you look up at him through half-lidded eyes, already fucked out but so eager for more affected him more than he cared to let on.

Up until recently, he never paid you much thought. Of course, he’d found you attractive, but he never would have guessed you’d have anything in common. You always seemed so focused on dancing—a part of the job he loathed—that he never even bothered to start a conversation with you. He came into contact with so many attractive people that they all seemed to blend together.

That was, until he watched you slam back two shots of bottom-shelf whiskey, one right after the other. And then suddenly, you went from being a background character to a Real Person.

That night, you’d appeared in his fantasies as he was getting himself off. And many nights since. He thought about how you’d feel sheathed around him. How you would taste. What your moans would sound like. How your nipples would feel in his mouth. He thought about your body as if it were his own personal playground, and everything he wanted to do to it.

But as great as his fantasies were, they were nothing compared to you now.

You whined again as he pushed further into you, pussy sucking him in, swallowing him whole. You looked so innocent beneath him. Soft and supple and absolutely breathtaking. He couldn’t help himself from wrapping a hand around your throat. As soon as he did, you moaned and your eyes rolled back into your head.

“You like that?” he breathed, hoping he sounded sexy, but it was an honest question. Did you want him to choke you?

“Yes,” you moaned again, nodding enthusiastically.

He began slow, still sliding in and out of you ever so gently, making sure his grip on your throat wasn’t too tight. Your breath hitched as he moved. God, he fucking needed you. Needed to draw every gasp and moan out of you that he could. Needed to scratch and bite and absolutely ruin you.

“Yoongi?” Your voice came out high and needy and it just about broke him.

“Yeah baby?”

God, he’d never get over the way you sigh his name.

“I need more.”

Anything for you.

He sped up his movements, gripping your throat tighter as he went. Fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

_________

“She’s a liar!” Jungkook half-sobbed into Taehyung’s shoulder while the older man soothed him. They were back in Taehyung’s room, empty bowls of spicy noodles long forgotten. “She lied about everything! About wanting to focus on her career and not get distracted. About nothing going on between her and Yoongi. And then she goes off with him!”

He put extra emphasis on ‘him,’ as if he’d been using a slur.

“Jungkook, man, you’ve got to calm down, okay? You’re assuming a lot of things right now. We don’t know anything for sure until we’ve talked to them. So why don’t you get some rest and we’ll figure it out in the morning?”

“How can I sleep when all I can think about is what they’re doing?”

“Come on, man,” Taehyung pleaded. “Please, just stop thinking about it and go to bed. I am begging you. Nothing good is going to come out of staying angry all night. We have a performance tomorrow.”

Jungkook inhaled and exhaled through his nose for a few minutes before finally sighing and dropping his shoulders.

“You’re right,” he said at last. “I think I’m gonna go to my room.”

“I’ll walk you there.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine,” Jungkook reassured him.

“Promise? You’ll text if you need anything?”

“Promise.”

Jungkook sighed and left Taehyung’s room, fully intending to sleep as long as he possibly could. He was coming down off the liquor now and knew he was going to be in for a massive hangover tomorrow, as well as a lecture from Namjoon about binge drinking. But he could at least get some rest before he had to face the next day.

He slumped forward, trudging the short distance between Taehyung’s room and his when he heard it and his heart stopped.

He’d recognize that moan anywhere. He paused, listening for it again, this time pressing his ear to the door to see if he may have been imagining things.

Though it was muffled, it was unmistakably yours. He’d heard it on more than one occasion. He could practically see you under him, making those exact sounds. Those were your ‘fuck me harder’ moans.

He double-checked the room number to confirm. Yoongi’s room.

All the rage he’d worked so hard to suppress over the last hour flared up in seconds. You were unbelievable. After all that talk about wanting to focus on your career? Kicking him out after he fucking poured his heart out to you? This was a whole new level of betrayal.

Jungkook snapped.

“Yoongi! Open this fucking door right now!” he shouted, fist pounding as hard as it could against the solid wood. “Yoongi! I know you’re in there! At least look me in the face like a man while you stab me in the back!”

His fists never let up. Within seconds, several doors flew open. Hoseok’s was the first. He tried to pry Jungkook away, but the younger man easily overpowered him.

“Namjoon!” he called.

Almost instantly Namjoon was there, along with Taehyung and Jin. Together, the four of them were able to pull him away from the door.

“You fucking coward! You liar!” he shouted, this time half-sobbing.

“Get him to my room,” Namjoon directed the other members. “I’ll calm him down.”

"She's a liar," he sobbed once again. It came out quieter and more defeated. "She lied."

"I know, buddy. I know," Namjoon soothed as he dragged his friend towards his room.

Jungkook's sobs continued to echo down the hallway as he was dragged off. ________

“Yoongi! Open this fucking door right now!”

“Shit!” you whispered. The loud rapping on the door from Jungkook’s fists caused you to bolt upright, almost knocking face-first into Yoongi.

“I think he found out,” Yoongi said grimly, still holding on tight to you.

You trembled. You could hear the anguish in Jungkook’s voice. He sounded drunk. It was almost too much for you.

“Hey,” Yoongi said, pulling your chin towards him. “Eyes on me, okay? Stay with me.”

You nodded, trying to tune out the yelling coming from the other side of the door, but it was practically impossible.

“You fucking coward! You liar!” you heard Jungkook’s muffled shouts and it took everything in you to ignore him. You could tell he was talking to you directly and your heart shattered in real time.

“There’s nothing we can do about it now, okay? We will deal with it tomorrow. Tonight is for us, remember?”

You nodded, but couldn’t help the tears welling up behind your eyes.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Stay with me, babygirl. I’ve got you.”

You paused your movements, Yoongi slowed his rhythm inside of you.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, kissing the palm of his hand that rested on your cheek.

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

He picked up his pace once again. You fought to stay in the moment and not let what was going on outside distract you.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

This was the most vulnerable you’d been since that night back in LA with Jungkook, when you asked him to kiss you. And for half a second, you worried Yoongi would deny you the way Jungkook had.

But half a second was all Yoongi needed before he captured your lips in his.

You briefly registered the sounds of Jungkook being led to another room by what sounded like Namjoon, but after that, all you could focus on was the way Yoongi glided his tongue along your bottom lip, and you melted into it.

Yoongi was right. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now. Tonight was for you, and you were going to make it count. You did your best to stuff Jungkook to the back of your mind and concentrate solely on what was taking place right now.

It suddenly registered that this was the first time you and Yoongi had kissed. For all the teasing and touching you’d done, you’d somehow glossed over this bit of intimacy entirely.

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes. Harsher than you were used to, but not in a way you minded. His mouth moved in tandem with yours and you were content to let him take the lead, because you wanted nothing more than to drown in him.

He nipped at your bottom lip and you opened for him, granting his tongue entrance. He licked along the roof of your mouth, meeting your tongue with his.

At the same time, his thumb traveled down to draw circles over your clit. He continued to thrust into you, and between his hands, his cock, and his mouth, you were in full sensory heaven, unable to form a single thought.

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, scraping over it with his teeth before capturing your lips in another wet, open-mouthed kiss, and you were very quickly overcome with such gratitude for his presence in your life. What you did to deserve him right now, you had absolutely no idea, but you wanted to do everything you possibly could to cherish him in that moment.

The kiss became less coordinated as his movements sped up, sometimes consisting of your lips connecting for a period of time while you both focused on the sensations happening elsewhere, and sometimes devolving into the two of you licking and sucking and biting any flesh you came into contact with.

Your hands roamed all over his body, searching for anything you could grab hold of. His speed continued to gain momentum, and you couldn’t help but scrape your nails down his back as he fucked himself into you. He moaned into your mouth, voice rough and gravelly and hollow.

His hands came to rest once again on your neck, using it as leverage to pull himself in deeper. He pulled back from the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark, wild, and half-focused on something you suspected wasn't even in the room. His hands pulsed around your throat, wanting to squeeze tighter, but not wanting to hurt you, while his movements grew sloppy.

Yoongi was fighting to stay in control, afraid of what he might do if he gave in to his most primal urges. You didn't want him to hold back. You wanted to see him at his most stripped down and vulnerable. You covered his hands with yours and squeezed them tighter around you.

He furrowed his brow in question, unable to form coherent thoughts but needing to make sure it was okay. You nodded, squeezing your hands even tighter over his.

It did not take him long to catch on. His movements sped up and his grip around your throat tightened. He gritted his teeth, pouring all his anger and bitterness into fucking you. You inclined your head to give him more room and smiled to yourself, relishing in the Min Yoongi you were receiving. This was Min Yoongi in his rawest form. Furious. Rough. Unrestrained. Empowered. He shared with you the very core of his being and you bathed yourself in it, needing it to consume you.

He fucked into you with all the speed and power he could muster, slamming over and over again with uncontained rage at everything he’d been forced to put up with for nearly a decade. All the broken promises and forced isolation. All the hours spent in meetings and learning dances and doing everything but what he truly wanted to do.

And in turn, you gave him everything, etching all your disappointment and frustration and regret into his back with your fingernails. Each mark you left was a story of a time you’d been failed by the people who were supposed to show up for you. Times you’d failed to show up for yourself. Times you’d failed to show up for the people you loved. You carved them into his skin with as much force as you could muster, sure you’d made him bleed.

“Why?” he growled through gritted teeth. It was low, barely audible, and you didn’t know the answer, but you nodded. You wanted to answer him. Tell him you didn’t know why either of you were going through what you were going through, but you could barely get anything past the vice-like grip he had on your throat.

“Why?” he asked again, this time voice a little more shaky, laced with pent-up frustration and tinged with sadness.

You stared into his eyes, at that point they were far past feral. Almost unhinged. You shook your head. You didn’t know why, but you knew how it made him feel. And that was enough.

Yoongi came with a strangled sob. As soon as he let go of your throat, the increase in oxygen and blood flow sent you directly into your climax. You rode out the rest of your high together, movements slowing as you came down.

Yoongi was shaking. At first you thought it was overstimulation until you heard the soft sobs coming from him. You wrapped him up in your arms as he collapsed onto you, sobbing into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh,” you soothed. “Don’t be.”

“I don’t know why this is happening,” he whispered into you. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Probably just a big release of emotion. It’s happened to me before. Don’t stress about it.”

“It’s fucking embarrassing,” he said, though the tears didn’t slow at all.

“Let it out,” you said, stroking his back. “You probably need it.”

It was at that moment you felt your own emotions start to well up. What was going to happen to you after tonight? Would you still have a job to go to in the morning? If word had gotten back to the label, you might have a letter of termination in your inbox at that very moment.

You allowed yourself to feel it. Yoongi was the only safe space you had at the moment, and he wasn’t in any position to judge you for your emotions.

You and Yoongi held each other while you cried, each feeling separate emotions, but side-by-side. And when the crying stopped, you went to the bathroom and finished the rest of the joint. By that time, the crying had worn off, and you were left with a strange happy relaxation at having finally released everything that had been building up. Periodically, one of you would burst out into giggles over the course of events that had taken place that night, causing the other to erupt into laughter as well.

“I don’t know, man. That’s never happened to me before.” Yoongi kept repeating.

“It’s only happened to me once. I looked it up afterwards and apparently emotional flooding is normal after sex. Elevated hormones or something like that.”

“If you say so. Didn’t feel very normal to me. Felt good though.”

“Yeah, well guys aren’t as used to expressing emotions as we are.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “Usually, I express mine through music.”

“Hard to do when music’s the thing you’re disappointed about.”

“Don’t remind me,” he said. “Hey, by the way. Um, that? Was fucking incredible. No wonder everyone was fighting over you.”

“Stop,” you groaned, waving your hand in protest. “I don’t want to think about that.” He laughed and caught your hand in his.

“Okay. We won’t talk about anyone else. But can we talk about the fact that my shirt is now stained with blood because of your damn nails?”

“Um, what about the bruises on my neck? Those can’t be covered up so easily.”

“You didn’t seem to mind at the time,” he said, voice velvety smooth.

“Still don’t.”

“Is that so?” he asked, wrapping his arm around you and plucking the joint from your hand. “Seriously though,” he paused to take a drag. “That was incredible. Thank you.”

The tenderness in his voice caught you by surprise, but it was welcome. He looked you over once before taking another drag and bringing his lips to yours. He nipped on your bottom lip as a sign to open your mouth, and when you did, he exhaled the smoke, allowing you to inhale the drag he’d taken, before he continued kissing you. It was a surprisingly intimate act.

You finally broke apart to exhale, barely any smoke coming out, most of the drag having been spent between the two of you.

“Thank you,” you countered, eyes still closed, savoring the leftover taste of his lips. You couldn’t help but smile stupidly. “That was something else. I’m going to be fantasizing about that for months.”

“Doesn’t have to be a fantasy,” he said.

You laughed. “I doubt we’ll have that much pent-up anger to get out for a while.”

“What do you mean? There are tons of things to get angry about. Like how nosy Hoseok is.”

“Or how I might not have a job after today.”

The energy died a bit with that comment.

“You’re really stressed about that, huh?” he asked, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb and offering you the last hit of the joint before it was totally spent. You took it with gratitude.

“I don’t see how I’m keeping my job after this. Not after the spectacle Jungkook made.”

“You know whatever happens, I’m here for you, right? We’ll get through this together.”

“I know,” you said, standing and stretching. It was nearing sunrise by that point. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Yoongi.”

You crawled back into bed, kissing lazily until neither one of you could keep your eyes open. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, chest rising and falling under you as he stroked your hair, and you wondered if this was the last moment of peace you’d see for a long time. You hoped it’d be worth it.

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Realizations Are a Funny Thing: 5

CH 4

Steve has another date with Gwen. They go to the arcade first. Steve hasn’t actually stepped foot in the building since it first opened when he was younger. His lack of experience shows when Gwen kicks his ass at Street Fighter three times. She cheers loudly and does a victory dance around Steve who can’t help but laugh at her goofiness.

They move onto pacman, Gwen says it might be more his speed. It’s not. He dies immediately and Gwen laughs long and hard. It flusters Steve, he’s not usually bad at things.

“I swear my hand eye coordination is better than this,” He says, looking at Gwen with wide eyes and a little pout. She snickers behind her hand and casts her eyes around the arcade.

“Oh! Skeeball! That’s jock friendly!” She says, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the back wall. He goes with a laugh.

“Fucking! Finally!” He cheers when he beats Gwen. She laughs and pulls him into a kiss.

“Good job, champ,” She congratulates. “Wanna get out of here?” She asks.

“Yeah, you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

They go to the diner down the street. Gwen orders pancakes and a vanilla shake.

“Pancakes for lunch?” Steve asks with a laugh. He ordered a bacon cheeseburger and fries.

“Yeah, I’m vegetarian, like Rob Zombie, it’s one of the things I can eat in places like this. Plus, I love pancakes,” She tells him with a wide smile.

“No shit? That’s cool,” Steve says. The more he learns about this girl the more his gut hurts. She’s just so incredibly similar to Eddie. Like, that’s the only reason he knows who Rob Zombie is. And now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie eat meat. Holy shit is Eddie a vegetarian? That would be a crazy coincidence.

Gwen is really easy to talk to, it helps that she could probably carry a conversation with a brick wall, and they talk until their waiter pointedly puts their check on the table. Steve pays and they leave the diner. They walk back over to the arcade and loiter outside of Steve’s car. He leans against the side with Gwen standing between his legs.

He looks down into her big brown eyes and for a moment he sees Eddie in front of him instead of Gwen. He shakes his head. He needs to stop comparing the two. Things are just really easy with Gwen and it feels like he’s known her for more than a week. Kind of like how it feels like he’s known Eddie for years.

Gwen rests her palm against his cheek and draws him down into a sweet kiss. She smiles at him when they pull away.

“Thanks for taking me out, I had a lot of fun,” She says sweetly.

“Me too,” Steve replies with a smile, and he means it.

He drives her home and they make out in front of her house before she goes in. Steve drives home feeling mixed up. He really likes Gwen and he shouldn’t spend so much time comparing her to Eddie. He can’t really fathom why he keeps doing it. So what, they like the same music and dress the same. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

When he gets home he checks the messages. There’s two from Dustin because the first one was so long he got cut off. Then one from Eddie inviting him over the next night. A couple of people calling for his parents and he writes those down. The last is from Robin.

Hi Steve, just got back from riding past Nancy’s street for the third time. Yeah I can’t do it. Thanks anyway. Talk to you later, bye.

Steve gets a beer and goes back to the phone to call Robin. He cracks the beer while the phone rings.

“Buckley residence,” Robin answers the phone.

“Hi, yeah, what do you mean thanks anyway!” Robin sighs into a dramatic groan.

“I just can’t do it! I tried but I just. I’m a coward,” She sighs.

“Hey Rob, it’s okay, you’ve never done this before. It’s okay to be nervous. But you still want to ask her out, right?”

“Well yeah, I think so,” She says timidly.

“okay then I got your back, let me call Eddie really quick, I’ve got an idea.”

“Okay, you promise it’s going to be okay?”

“I promise it’s going to be okay,” He reassures. They hang up and Steve takes a few gulps of his beer. Then he dials Eddie.

“Munson abode, how can I help you?” Eddie answers in a snobby voice.

“Hi Eddie,” Steve greets.

“Steve-O! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“ I need your help with something.” Steve tells an abridged version of the story, cutting out all the gay shit, and telling him Robin needs help apologizing to Nancy.

“Well you know how I love to shenanigan,” Eddie says. “I’ll call Nance.”

Steve calls Robin back and tells her the plan. Then he spends an hour hyping her up.

The next day Steve drives to Robin’s to pick her up and take her to Eddie’s. Part of him is nervous to see Eddie. The “totally not horny for Eddie�� box in his mind hasn’t completely shut since his first date with Gwen. But at the end of the day they’re friends and right now it’s about Robin and Nancy, not his dumb gay crush on his friend.

Not a crush, he tells himself firmly.

Robin talks the whole way to Eddie’s about how nervous she is. Steve tries to be reassuring but she doesn’t give him much room to talk. She falls silent when they pull into the driveway.

“Oh my god. I can’t do this. I can’t ask Nancy fucking Wheeler out!” Robin exclaims before burying her head in her hands.

“Robin, you already kissed, this is no big deal,” Steve points out. Again. She groans and stomps her feet.

“Why is this so hard? How do you do this all the time?” She asks, peeking through her fingers at him. He smirks.

“Lots of practice,” He tells her.

“Remember when you kept getting turned down all summer? That was a good time for me. But now I’m starting to feel a little bad because this is hard.”

“You should feel bad,” Steve mutters, wincing as he remembers all the tally’s in the “You Suck” column. “But Rob, there’s like, no risk here. Nance already told you she likes you!”

Robin leans back in her seat with a sigh.

“She did, but what if I messed everything up? I just ran away,” She says and Steve can see the tears mist her eyes.

“Aw, c’mon, it’s going to be ok,” He reassures, settling a hand on her shoulder. She looks at him with wide eyes.

“Do you promise?”

Steve hesitates. As much as he thinks this date is a done deal, it’s still a risky promise. He’s not going to pretend to understand girls that well. He sighs.

“I promise,” He says. Because what else can he say?

Robin sighs and unbuckles, and they get out of the car. Eddie swings the door open with an enthusiastic smile.

“Welcome, welcome, come on in,” He says, ushering them through the door. He leads them down to the basement. “I called Nancy, she should be over soon,” He says.

“Oh god,” Robin moans.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve says, ignoring Robin.

“So, Buckles, you fucked up, huh?” Eddie says and Steve rolls his eyes. If he gets Robin started, he’s got to deal with it. He walks to the tape player and starts fingering through Eddie’s tape collection.

Metallica, Judas Priest, Rob Zombie, Ozzy Osbourne, Pantera, more Metallica. Whoever is in the tape player right now is growling over heavy guitar and drums. Steve picks up the Rob Zombie tape to look at the cover art. He’s a scary looking dude and doesn’t look like the type to be an animal lover. He looks more like he’d be sacricing them to the devil.

“Whatcha doin’?” Eddie sidles up next to him and Steve startles. He looks between the tape and Eddie. A memory dawns on him.

“You stole that schools mascot!” He exclaims. Eddie frowns at him before busting out laughing.

“Holy shit, yeah,” He laughs. “Why do you remember that?” He asks. Steve looks at him curiously.

“Are you a vegetarian?” He asks. Eddie looks shocked for a moment but then he chuckles and ducks his head.

“Uh, yeah,” He admits, looking back up at Steve with a confused smile. “How’d you figure that one out?”

“You got pancakes for lunch,” Steve says. Eddie frowns at him.

“What?”

Steve goes to explain further and then stops. He feels weird telling Eddie about Gwen.

“Er, like Rob Zombie?” He says, offering up the tape. A wide smile spreads across Eddie’s face.

“Yeah!” He agrees enthusiastically. “What are you suddenly a fan? Have I brought you over to the dark side?” He asks excitedly.

“No way, I still think most of your music sucks,” Steve laughs. Eddie pouts dramatically at him. He goes to respond but is interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Steve and Eddie both look at Robin. Her face has gone pale and she looks horrified.

“Rob–” Steve starts but cuts himself off when Robin leaps up from the couch.

“Holy shit!” She yells. Steve can feel Eddie looking at him but he keeps his eyes on Robin.

“Robin, you’ve got this. You just need to talk to her. I know you can do this,” He tells her pacing form. She stops facing away from them and balls her hands into fists.

“Okay,” She says quietly. She turns around and she’s got a determined look on her face. “Okay,” She says again, firmer. “Go get her,” She tells Eddie. Steve beams at her. Eddie runs up the stairs and Robin collapses onto the couch.

“You just gotta ask, you got this,” Steve tells her and she smiles weakly at him.

Eddie and Nancy come down the stairs. Steve sees her face turn stormy when her eyes land on Robin before leaping to look back up the stairs, like she might run away. Obviously Eddie saw it too because he grabs Nancy’s hand and pulls her the rest of the way down the stairs. He marches her over to where Steve is standing by the cassette player.

“Nance, tell Steve not all my music sucks he’s just a stuck up prep with no taste.”

“Nance, tell Eddie I did not say all his music sucks, just a lot of it. And I’m not a stuck up prep!” He sputters. Eddie laughs and Steve glows at being the cause of it. He pokes at Eddie’s side and he yelps and jumps away. With an affronted scoff he pokes Steve back but Steve dances out of the way. They dance around each other until Steve lands a poke and Eddie dies dramatically, clutching his side.

Steve feels giddy and out of breath as he laughs, watching Eddie twitch around on the ground. Eddie grows still and his eyes pop open. He turns his head to the couch and Steve follows his eyes. The girls are leaned in towards each other and Steve can see Robin smiling. He smiles excitedly down at Eddie who pops up from the floor.

“God bless,” He says lowly before skipping over to the couch and draping himself over the back. “Who’s ready for weed?” He asks, pulling a joint out from behind his ear and presenting it to the girls.

Steve rolls his eyes but joins them, sitting on the floor by Robin’s feet. They spend the next couple hours getting high and talking. Robin taps out after the first joint, Nancy after half of the second. Eddie and Steve keep smoking. Nancy offers to drive Robin home and Steve gives a lazy thumbs up from where he’s lying on the floor, too high to do much more.

“Sooo how’d we do?” Eddie asks after the girls have left. “Did we shenanigan successfully?”

“Oh yeah, it was a success,” Steve laughs. The girls had been shooting shy smiles at each other all night.

“Yes!” Eddie cheers, throwing his hands up. He’s laid out on the couch and Steve swats at his legs until he moves them, then slowly pulls himself up onto the couch. Their shins knock together on the middle cushion.

After a minute, Eddie draws away, leaving Steve cold. He sits straight on the cushion with his feet on the floor. Steve looks at him curiously. Eddie starts chewing on the ends of his hair and Steve grimaces. Partly because it’s gross, partly because Eddie only does it when he’s really nervous.

“So,” He starts with a wide smile, pushing his hair away from his face. “I figure since I just helped you set up Robin and Nance, I can go ahead and tell you I’m gay.”

Steve’s blood freezes in his veins and Eddie looks like he’s about to run away. So Steve cracks a smile.

“Cool,” He says. Eddie’s shoulders relax.

“Cool,” He repeats with a relieved smile. Steve feels like he’s going insane.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about with Robin and Nancy though,” He says and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh please, it’s so obvious!” He exclaims. Steve shakes his head, baffled. He was so careful to leave out all the gay stuff when he was telling Eddie about the situation. Maybe it’s like gay intuition. Because Eddie is gay.

Steve doesn’t stop thinking about it long after he leaves Eddie’s house the next morning. He thinks about it all through his next shift and it makes him so spacey Robin starts throwing pretzels at him to get his attention.

He wants to tell Robin so bad, to say it out loud, just once. Eddie is gay. But he would never betray his friends' trust like that. He wishes the two of them would just come out to each other and make his life easier. He waits until they’re in his car on the way to Robin’s house to bring it up.

“You should come out to Eddie.”

“Oh God, did he say something?” Robin groans. Steve bites his lip.

“Yeah he totally knows,” He confesses and Robin throws her hands up.

“What the fuck!” She exclaims.

“So you can just come out to him and it will be fine!” Steve rushes out and Robin smacks her lips.

“Can’t even go on a date with a girl first but sure let’s just come out to everybody,” She mutters.

“Seriously, Robin, it will be fine,” Steve reassures.

#realizations are a funny thing #mowrites #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #st fic #stranger things fic

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missacidburn928 · 2 years ago

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Psst...

I got a sneaky peek of Chapter 4 of It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me. Just click keep reading and enjoy.

If you were gonna be stuck in this house recovering all day the least you could be was comfortable. That’s how you found yourself, curled up on Sy’s lap on the couch, an open pizza box and half full bottles of beer littering the coffee table. Addams Family Values playing softly on the TV mounted on the wall as Sam, ever the nosy best friend, bombards you with questions, trying to fill in the gaps of your time apart.

Dean, is choosing to hold court on the love seat, as he works through the emotions and thoughts that keep creeping in since he found you knocked out. He finds himself leaning in and listening intently as Sam asks questions about your time apart, more specifically, about how your quad came to be.

“Nothing crazy happened. It was a natural progression of them wearing me down.” You chuckled.

“I’ll agree it was nothing crazy but you're missing one important fact. There was a catalyst that made us get our shit together and actively pursue you.” Sy informs the room.

“What night are you talking about?” You look up at him and ask.

“I guess you would remember that night differently. You were working some shit out. We were just lucky enough to witness it.” He responds.

“Elaborate. Please.”

“With pleasure, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead. “Alcohol induced music therapy.” You quirk a brow at him. “Just you, a guitar and closing activities. Only patrons left in the building we’re us three misfits. We’d been watching you and flirting all night, per usual.”

He turns to Sam. “At this point we’d been playing this game for three months. But that night, the vulnerability we saw and felt had us all in agreement that we were going to bring some light back into her life. She could choose one, two or all of us. No matter the placement we all would be part of her life for as long as she would have us.”

“We made our intentions known that night.” Walter speaks up from behind the couch.

“Took her a whole nother month of us showing up whenever we weren't out on a case for her to believe us and finally agree to a date with each of us.” Curtis adds.

“Then she said she needed a group date just to see if we were serious about not caring if she was with all of us.” Sy bounces you on his lap.

“And what a date that was.” You laugh.

“What happened?” Dean asks.

“They took me to an adult arcade, where I proceeded to drink my weight in fruity cocktails and kick their ass at first person shooters.”

“Yeah but I had ya at skeeball. Got the giant panda upstairs to prove it.” Curtis teases.

“Sounds like a good time.” Sam intones.

“It was until some drunk idiot tried to get handsy with her.” Walt admits. “I’ve never seen a grown man cry like that since.”

“Or make that sound.” Sy shivers.

“What?” You shrug. “He tried to grab the goods. So I let him know what it feels like to be a woman.”

“Squeeze and twist?” Sam asks.

“You know it.” You waggle your brows at him.

He just shudders. “Brutal.”

Dean's curiosity gets the best of him. “That song you sang…”

You could sense what he was trying to ask. “It was about you and how I felt after you left me behind for Lisa and a grasp at an apple pie life that didn't include your past.”

He averts his eyes from your penetrating gaze. Fidgeting with the highball in his hand.

You get off of Sy’s lap and make your way over to the wall, housing your worn in acoustic, ghosting your fingers along the wood. “Do you want to hear it?”

He looks up, shock riddling his features. “What?”

“It really is a good song. Helped me release some of my pain. Maybe it can help you too.” You lift the guitar off the hook. “Provide some answers. Give you more questions. I don’t know. But I think you should at least hear it once.”

“What do you have to lose?” Curtis imparts. “You may even gain something.”

You give him a pointed look, clearly your Lumberjack is up to no good. What that could be, you have an inkling, but you’re not going down that train of thought just yet.

Dean throws back the rest of his whiskey. “Okay.” He nods his head. “Yeah. I wanna hear it. Call it my atonement.”

#hunterverseau #poc reader #captain sy x reader #walter marshall x reader #curtis everett x reader #dean winchester x reader #sneak peek

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honeybeedewdrops · 2 years ago

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Softball | B.Bradshaw

Summary: When you first told Rooster you were joining a softball league he was unsure but after one game he changes his mind.

A/N: This is from Anonymous but I couldn't find the message so if you requested this i'm sorry I couldn't find the request but enjoy.

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"A softball team you're kidding right?" he asks as you two get into bed. "Yes a softball team besides it's for charity. You like Charity" "Y/N I don't think i've ever seen you touch a bat let alone a softball" he says "well i'll have you know i'm pretty decent but please come support us" you beg. "For you always besides like you said it's charity" and he kisses your forehead and you two fall asleep.

It had been a couple weeks and it was the game today. Your team was huddled on the pitch when you heard someone calling your name. "Y/N. Y/N." Rooster yells you look over seeing him he even brought some of his co workers/friends you wave and go back to talking to the team.

"Welcome everybody first I'd like to thank you all for coming my name is Y/N Bradshaw and this is a charity event to raise money for epilepsy. To kick things off we have a short softball game and then feel free to talk to the booths around, enjoy food drinks, and some fun friendly competition" You say and everyone cheers. "Thank you" you turn off the microphone and set it down heading to your team as the national anthem plays

"Ok team it doesn't matter if we win or lose all we care about is raising money for Epilepsy" You shout you team was up to bat first. "Woooooo" The cheers of the crowd were heard.

For majority of the game your team was doing pretty good and you were up to bat. "YEAH GO Y/N" you heard Rooster shout. You look over at him and they were all hooting and hollering. You chuckle at Roosters crazy antics before getting back to what was at hand.

You step up to the plate and get ready. The first pitch comes and you swing but miss. The next pitch comes but once again you miss. As the last pitch came you swing and with a loud crack the ball goes soaring and you take off watching as it flies over the fence.

You run the bases hearing Roosters shouts "THAT'S MY WIFE, YASSS" You chuckle and finish clearing the bases.

The game didn't last much longer and you walked off the pitch shaking hands with the other players. You spot Rooster and his friends and run over to him jumping in his arms kissing him. You pull away. "See I told you I was good" "hey I never said anything" "mmm hmm sure" You say as he sets you down.

"Hey Y/N that hit was amazing" Phoenix says "Why thank you however I think that is my first and last home run I will hit" You say "Ah come on you can't be a one hit wonder" Maverick says "I don't know" you chuckle "but hey guys thanks for coming out it means a lot. For sure enjoy some food, games, there might even be some beer" you say taking Rooster's hand. "Of course anything for Rooster and of course you" Bob says "Thanks Bob."

"So Y/N." "yes Hangman?" "you want to introduce me to that cute second base girl" You roll your eyes "Nope, Now come one Roo i'm going to kick you ass in Basketball" you say "I don't think so." and you take off to to the little arcade set up they had Rooster right behind you.

"oh he is so whipped" Hangman says.

"you were amazing babe" "thanks I was for sure thinking I was going to strike out" Rooster nods "nah I never doubted you" "Not even for a second?" You asks "yep" "Lies" you joke "what? when?" "the day I told you I was on a team" "Ok yes but I wasn't serious" you roll your eyes. "of course you were. Now it's on" you say shooting the basketball and making it. "Looser buys dinner" He says and it was on.

It's safe to say you lost but Rooster didn't let you pay even if you did loose.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #miles teller #rooster x y/n

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lokislytherin · 3 years ago

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PSYCHO.

pairing: yandere student council president!sonny brisko x vice pres!reader

summary: sonny brisko is adorably loyal, attentive and loving, which makes him the perfect boyfriend... right?

word count: 1166

a/n: taichou saiko? no, only taichou psycho. to all briskadets freaking out over this exact moment (gut spilling zatsu yandere moment), this one’s for you!

fic title from 'psycho’ by red velvet, and banner made by me (unbalanced divider also made by me lol art is not my strong suit and i didn’t have a ruler)! hope you enjoy! wrote it in lower case to fit the Sonny Brisko Aesthetic

disclaimer: this fic is for your indulgence! reblogs are nice and if you recommend it on twt i’m fine with that too (as long as you tag me so i know) but please PLEASE don’t post it under any official tags

today marks the one-month anniversary of your relationship with sonny brisko.

you still can’t quite believe it, to be honest. to think the two of you started off as the bitterest of enemies through the entirety of grade school (he ate the ant you helped cross the road! how dare! you overcame your fear of insects for that!), then desk-mates and grudging friends as you went through middle school, and by the time the two of you reached high school, you could no longer deny that he was your best friend.

even if he ate ants.

at some point in time, you developed feelings for him.

it was terrifying, trying to straddle the line between ‘just friends’ and ‘hey i’m trying to test whether you feel the same, goddammit’.

things became even harder when he asked you to run in the student council with him, him as president and you as vice president. you spent hours and hours together, coming up with ideas, planning, rehearsing, convincing.

you fell more and more for him as you watched him grow out of his shell, becoming a leader people would look up to and admire. he was better at leading the crowd than you were, although you were better at one to one conversations with people than he was. people found him intimidating to talk to individually, but your persuasive words and gentle demeanor swayed them onto your side.

against all odds, the two of you won, solidifying your positions.

to celebrate, he invited you to an arcade to play games with him after school. just you and him, in an old-school arcade, with nobody else but the old guy manning the store and the weirdo playing pac-man a few meters away.

he watched you kick his ass and beat his high score in a shooting game, and told you without hesitation: hey, y/n. i like you. i’m pretty sure you like me too. so can we call this a first date?

at the time, you’d been too stunned to do anything but agree.

one tentative date turned into two, turned into you and sonny secretly holding hands under the table during student council meetings, sharing quick kisses in between classes.

every now and then, you catch him staring at you intently. when you tease him about it, he flushes, looking away with a i can’t help it, y/n. you’re so cute. and cool. i like you.

that gets both of you flustered, giggling to clear the air.

the past few days, you’ve seen him come into school with cuts on his face or bloody knuckles. it’s nothing new, technically, you’ve seen him with bruised fists before, but it worries you.

he tells you it’s nothing. he’s a boxer, he just trained a little too hard and didn’t realize he hurt himself.

you bandage up his wounds. “silly sonny, take better care of yourself, yeah?”

he grins, slightly crooked. “i mean, if you’re going to kiss me better every time, i might actually get hurt more.”

you boop him in the nose. “next time you get hurt, i’m not going to kiss you. how about that?”

he pouts. “nyoooo!”

god, he’s cute.

jump forward a few days later, you’re discussing meeting plans with the school council secretary. “how about we discuss this further over lunch later? my treat, if you’re interested?”

you’re about to politely decline when the secretary flinches violently. “on second thought, um, i think it’ll be better if we continue this tomorrow. i’ll. um. talk to you later!”

he flees the meeting room.

you would say it’s strange, if you didn’t see sonny standing in the doorway with the most frightening glare on his face.

he wipes the frown off instantly once the secretary is gone, but his dark expression stays. you’re so stunned you don’t even notice him lock the door behind him.

he walks towards you slowly, purposefully. almost predatory.

your mouth opens and closes, but you can’t speak, like you’ve been muted by the overwhelmingly threatening aura sonny is exuding.

the dark look in his lilac eyes makes you feel like you’re being hunted.

before you know it, he has you backed into a corner. his fist slams into the wall next to your head. you don’t know when you started shaking, but here you are, trembling like a leaf, sonny towering over you.

“don’t talk to any guy but me anymore, okay? i only love you, and you must only look at me. you understand?”

he’s so close, you can’t look away even if you wanted to. “y- yes. sonny.”

he smirks, his free hand cupping your cheek and stealing a kiss that leaves you dazed and breathless. “good.”

sonny steps away, and it’s like all the energy from before had disappeared without a trace. “haha, sorry, y/n. i guess i’m just a little insecure. anyway, wanna go for lunch?”

“sonny brisko, what the fuck is up with you today? that was really scary!” is what you want to ask.

but what comes out instead is “sure! sushi and negi, right? i’m in the mood for some aburi engawa.”

OMAKE: A FEW HOURS BEFORE SONNY ASKED YOU OUT...

sonny stepped into the alleyway behind the school, hands in his pockets. two other boys were standing there, smoking and laughing to themselves.

he greeted them with a smile. “so, i heard you were talking shit about my y/n.”

“oh fuck,” whispered one of the two boys, dropping his cigarette, “it’s the commander! shit, man, i’m sorry, i’m taking it all back! i said nothing about your crush!”

the other boy laughed disbelievingly. “why are you so scared? he’s just some pretty boy, right? i bet we could beat him up easy, it’s two against one. i don’t believe in that commander bullshit.”

he tried to walk past sonny, but sonny stepped into his path, blocking the exit. the angelic smile stayed on his face. “i didn’t say you could leave.”

the boy sneered. “who are you to order me around? maybe you’re the head of the student council but you aren’t the boss of me.”

“tsk.”

sonny sighed, his lips curling up in a savage, deranged grin. he rolled up his sleeves, clenching and unclenching his fists like he was warming up. “i’m meeting y/n in a bit, so i better make this quick.”

less than a minute later, sonny stepped back out of the alleyway, leaving two bruised, bloody and unconscious bodies behind him. he whistled merrily to himself as he cleaned the blood off his knuckles. he couldn’t let you find out about his little side hobby, could he?

you’re the light of his life, after all, and he’d like to keep things that way.

even if he had to slaughter the rest of the world for you to belong to him forever.

#special thanks to all of briskord!#tysm for enabling me ily guys lets briskuddle #i will NOT be posting this under any official tags on twt.#like if sonny finds this somehow i will simply Die #i'll create a whole new online personality istg #i have a backup online persona if necessary.#sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #yandere sonny brisko #i've never written yandere before #if this is not to your liking / not yandere enough for u then gomen #noctyx #halfway through writing i was like 'wait. y/n is both oblivious AND tsun'#noctyx fic #yeahhhh after exams i'm going back to writing bloody brisko #also man. i am So Good at foreshadowing #IT'S MY BIRTHDAY #I'LL DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT #just kidding i am a helpless slave to the education system #i will Not talk about dying today

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thebisexualdogdad · 3 years ago

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Can you do headcanons of Tory from cobra Kai dating a mute person who is also Johnny’s Son

*reader is Robby's twin but always had a much better relationship with Johnny*

● you met when Tory joined Cobra Kai

● she thought you were cute and wanted to asked you out

● so she asked Miguel and Hawk to teach her some sign language so she could communicate better with you

● when she did ask you out you thought it was a joke because why would a girl like Tory want to go out with a guy like you

● but Miguel assured you she seriously liked you

● your dad Johnny helped you get ready for the date

● "don't worry kid, tonight's gonna go great"

● he was stoked to see you finally coming out of your shell and much more confident

● meanwhile your brother Robby who you had texted about your big date was more apprehensive and told you to be careful getting involved with Tory

● the date went great and she kissed you when you walked her to her doorstep

● her little brother opened the door and was making kissy noises which Tory got embarrassed about but you smiled and kissed her again before heading home

● as soon as you got home Johnny and Miguel were waiting for you

● Miguel "so how was it??"

● and you signed that you two had kissed

● Johnny was ecstatic "hell yeah! You're the man Y/N!"

● and Tory was texting Aisha all night about how amazing your date was

● you and Tory soon became official which tore a bit of a riff with you and Robby

● he was already a little peeved that you chose to go live with your dad and join Cobra Kai while he was living with the Larussos and seeing Sam

● but you knew you would work it out eventually because shit happens but you would always be brothers

● Johnny teases you and Tory a lot during training

● "maybe you two can spar without making love eyes at each other for five minutes"

● you guys went to the arcade for a date and some douche starting making fun of you for being mute

● Tory kicked his ass and you guys ended up making out in your car

● she knows you can hold your own but that doesn't stop her from being super protective of you

#cobra kai imagine #tory nichols imagine #tory nichols x reader #x male reader #headcanons

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brooooswriting · 2 years ago

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Request: OOO Hii could you do something with kate bishop that is very fluffy and maybe at some point the others like (Nat Yelena America Peter mj kamala+) join up and they all just have fun you can make up the rest <333 Hope you have a wonderful day/night

Group dates

It’s been rather long since you and Kate could have a date and when you finally had one planned Kate got sick and shouldn’t go out, which is why you decided to just do it at home with a bit of help from the one and only Tony stark.

You actually planned to go to an arcade, so Tony built and ordered all the machines you’d actually have in one and even more. It was great, he set up led lights to create the right atmosphere, helped you get all the food and the music.

So you went and surprised Kate with your at home date. “You did all this just for me?” She asked as she jumped into your arms when she saw the setup. “Yeah, I mean I had Tony’s help but still” you explained as you kissed her cheek. “And now let’s go. I wanna kick your ass in those games” you grinned as you made your way towards the first game.

You guys were playing for around half and hour now and it was one of the best dates you had till now. The thing is, you didn’t think about the team and were surprised when suddenly Nat, Yelena, Peter, America, Kamala and Wanda stood in front of you two. “What are you guys doing?” Yelena asked when she looked around while Peter, America and Kamala started to run around the room to look at all the games. Natasha only mumbled a small ‘children’ and Wanda tried to usher them out of the room so the two of you could enjoy your date.

After one look at you Katie spoke up. “Why don’t we all play? There are a lot of games and the more the merrier right?” She asked making everybody smile. “Do you guys think I could ask MJ if she wants to come? I haven’t seen her a lot lately” Peter asked making you pout. “That’s sooo cute, of course you can” you answered before wrapping your arm around the archer and pulling her closer.

Time went by much faster than you thought. You lost against Natasha in some shooting game, you won against Yelena when it came to basketball and you held the record on the pec man machine, while Kate won some archery game against MJ, beat America in flipper and lost against Kamala when it came to some shooting stuff. And the dancing game thingy? Let’s just say everybody was happy that you guys didn’t break any bones.

“So how about some corn dogs and fries?” You asked as you made your way to the kitchen. You could hear everybody’s yes as you started to warm up the food Tony got for you guys. The young archer made her way to you and you were quick to welcome her in your arms for some well needed cuddles. “Thank you for all this” she mumbled into you making you smile. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just happy I got the opportunity to spend my time with you my love” you told her before parting from her to get the warm food.

Before you could leave the kitchen Kate pulled you back to press a kiss to your lips. “Ok now we can go back” you laughed at her antics but made your way to the living room nonetheless.

“So Y/n, why did you even think about a arcade date?” Wanda asked before taking a bite of her corn dog. “Well, mine and Kate’s first date was in an arcade, so I thought this would be a cute redemption. I beat her back then in most games and I beat her now” you grinned looking over to Kate who scoffed and hit the back of your head. “So not true” she grumbled making everybody laugh.

“I bet Kate bishop would win against Y/n Y/l/n in a shooting game” Yelena bet. This time you scoffed and looked at Yelena offendedly. “I would definitely win asshole” you encountered crossing your arms. “Oh baby, don’t get offended” your girlfriend said and rubbed your arm making you let out a sarcastic laugh. “You’re only saying that because she said you’d win” you argued.

Everyone stood around you and Kate as you guys got ready to play. “I think Y/n will win” Kamala said to America who just shook her head from left to right and then pointed to Kate. “No, Kate knows how to aim” she explained but Kamala still believed you would win and she was right.

“Oh my gosh, who would have thought that Y/n beats Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked making fun of Kate. “I did idiot, I trained her” Natasha smiled proudly laying her hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze. “You trained her? That’s so unfair” now the brown haired girl was pouting and whining like a small child. “I’m sorry hun, would ice cream make you feel better?” You asked her causing her eyes to light up. Or rather causing everybody’s eyes to light up.

So you made your way into the kitchen and got an ice for everybody. While eating the ice you watched America play pac man against Wanda who clearly manipulated the game to her benefits making you laugh when America tried to punch the machine into another universe. After that Natasha showed MJ how to hold a gun properly as she was just as useless when it came to guns as her spider boyfriend.

Durning this time America annoyed Peter due to asking him a thousand questions about his powers and if he could shoot spider webs out of his butt and while that question deeply confused you you do have to say that it wasnt the most stupid question.

At the end of the night all of you were watching a movie in the living room. Kate was completely on top of you cuddling further into you. Sure, It wasn’t the most traditional date but it was one of the best dates you had until now as you could spend it with most of the people you loved.

#marvel x reader #marvel #reader insert #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop

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transias · 3 years ago

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Hello!! I saw your taking requests and I was wondering if you could write a johnny x reader where the reader is related to kreese maybe he's their uncle or godfather anyways one day kreese has the reader there with him to show them off and johnny connect's dots that there related , Its okay if you dont wanna write it I love your writing btw💕

An Unexpected Surprise.

Pairings: Johnny Lawrence x Godchild Kreese!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death

A/N: Thank you so much, y'all are so sweet oml! will always be more than happy to write for all of you, so don't even worry about it <3

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My parents had died about two weeks ago. Everything happened so quickly, I barely had time to process it.

It wasn't like I could put my life on pause for a moment. If my parents were here I know they would probably say something like, "(Y/n), keep going. You got this, life goes on no matter what happens. What matters is that you're brave enough to fight back and continue."

And that's what I was planning to do.

"(Y/n)?" A voice called out, pulling me away from my thoughts.

I look up and smile softly, "Kreese, it's so nice to see you!"

"Hey kiddo." He greets, "I haven't seen you in forever, you've grown up so much!" Kreese ruffles my hair, "I'm so sorry about your parents, how are you feeling?"

I shrug, "I don't know. I'm still processing it but i'm fine, it'll all be okay. Right?"

He nods, a smile curling onto his lips, "It will. Now come on, we have a drive ahead of us." He places his hand on my back, guiding me out to the car.

Kreese and I talked about settling into California, what I liked to do, and his job as a Karate Sensei.

"You know, (y/n). We could use someone as strong and wise like you in Cobra kai." He says.

I furrow my eyebrows, "You really think so?"

Kreese nods, "Yes. My students are all brawn but no brain, well maybe except one of them." He chuckles, "He's my best student, I think you'll get along with him."

I think about it for a moment. Me? Karate? A minute of silence goes by before I sigh, "Alright, i'll join you."

Kreese smiles widely before ruffling my hair, "'Attakid."

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The next morning we went out for breakfast, got enrolled at a nearby school, bought a couple of things I needed, and basically helping me settle into California.

It was not a little late in the afternoon and I sigh, looking out the window. "How would you describe the kids here?"

Kreese looks up from the television then back to me, "Annoying."

I scoff a little, "Well that's helpful."

"I don't know, (y/n). I'm old! It's not like I can roll up to the skate park and just say, "how do you do, fellow kids?"" Kreese replies.

I chuckle and shake my head, "Fair enough. Plus you're a Sensei so i'm sure being in charge of a bunch of kids and teenagers isn't so much fun."

He nods before looking at the time, "You know what? There's this place that all my students go to hang out in. Golf n' Stuff, I think it's called? Anyways, why don't you go over there and try and get acquainted with some of the kids?"

"Yeah! That'd be awesome!" I stand up, grabbing my jacket and a bit of money I had saved up.

"You need me to give you a ride there?" Kreese asks. I shake my head, "I'll take my bike so I can also try and get familiar with the streets." I smile at him.

"Alright, just make sure to be back home by 10:30!" He added. I nod, "Got it, see ya!"

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I lock down my bicycle at the racks, taking a deep breath before walking into the place.

Loud noises from chattering and machines filled my ear, I was somewhat regretting this already but screw it, I had nothing to lose.

Grabbing some tokens for a few of the arcade machines, I step up to the Donkey Kong machine. I quickly start tapping on the controls and avoiding the barrels he'd throw at my character.

"Shit!" I mumble, losing the game. I turn around and see a boy with blonde hair, staring at me along with two of his friends.

I furrow my eyebrows before making my way off to another game, I can still feel their eyes staring at me and before I knew it, the blonde boy was next to me, a smirk on his lips.

"Hey i've never seen you around here before, are you new?" He asks, leaning on the wall. I nod, "Yeah, I just moved here yesterday to live with my Godfather." I reply, "The name's (y/n) (y/l/n). Nice to meet you...?"

"Oh, i'm Johnny Lawrence!" He replies, "(Y/n), that's a lovely name for a lovely person like you."

I chuckle and I can feel my cheeks warm up, "Is that something you say to all of the people you flirt with?"

Johnny shakes his head, "Nope, only with majestic people such as yourself."

"You flatter me, Lawrence."

"Well, I assume you're here alone. Would you like to hang out with me?" He offers. I nod, "Yes, please! That would be lovely."

The entire night is incredible, Johnny and I played on the arcade games, mini golf, and he even tried winning me a stuffed animal from the crane machine but unfortunately fails.

"Let me try!" I step up onto the machine.

"I don't know, babe. It's a little difficult."

I aim for a giraffe stuffed animal and successfully winning the animal, I lean down to reach for my prize and look over at Johnny who looks amazed.

"Here, a little prize as a thank you for being so kind to me, tonight." I hand it over to him.

He chuckles softly and shakes his head, "You're incredible."

I look over at the time and it's 10:21, my eyes widen and I quickly walk outside with Johnny.

I begin to unlock my bike, "I'm so sorry! I have to be home in nine minutes! But thank you for tonight, it was so lovely."

"Wait!" Johnny exclaims, placing a kiss on my cheek, "I hope to see you again, (y/n)."

There goes that not so familiar yet wonderful feeling fluttering in my stomach. "See you around, Lawrence!" I wave goodbye at him, quickly biking back home and making it a minute before my curfew.

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Monday rolls around and so does school and my first lesson at Cobra Kai.

I'm grabbing my books out of the locker when all of a sudden I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder, "Nice to see you again, stranger." A familiar voice rings.

I turn around and see a smiley Johnny, "Johnny, hey! I didn't know you also went here." I smile at him.

"It's a small world, isn't it?" He raises his eyebrow, "So, I realized that I never got your number! This weekend was a little torturing since you were on my mind the entire time but I couldn't call and hear you sweet voice."

I chuckle, "Smooth, Lawrence. And fine, you can have my number." I pull out a piece of paper and write my number on it, handing it to him.

The bell rings and soon everyone is leaving, "I'll call you, see you later!" He waves, I wave goodbye before trying to find my first class.

〰️

Later on, I grab my bike and make my way to Cobra Kai earlier than most of the students.

I push the door and see Kreese, practicing a few moves before I clear my throat and catch his attention. "(Y/n), welcome to Cobra Kai! I have something for you."

I remove my shoes before walking onto the mat and closer to him, he pulls out something white and I gently take it from his hands, "This is my uniform, right?" I ask. "It's called a Gi. You will wear this during class so make sure you always bring it, got it?" He crosses his arms.

I nod, "Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Sir?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"It's Sensei, not sir, not Kreese. Sensei."

"Yes Sensei!"

I change into the Gi and walk outside to see a group of teenagers gathered around the mat.

A familiar face catches my attention and I wave over at him, "Johnny, hey!" I smile.

He excuses himself from his friends and walks over to me, "Hey! What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Oh, my Godfather asked me to join Cobra Kai. I'm not looking forward to getting my ass kicked though." I chuckle.

Johnny nods, "Don't worry, i'll help you out."

"Lawrence! I see you've met my Godchild." Kreese exclaims, walking over to us.

Johnny furrows his eyebrows before finally realizing, "Oh- yes, Sensei, I did!"

A nervous look forms on Johnny's face and Kreese walks closer to us, "Everything okay?"

Johnny gulps, "Yeah! This is just an unexpected surprise. That's it."

"Everyone! This is my Godchild, (y/n). They will start training with us and I expect you to treat them as one of your own. Is that clear?" Kreese announces.

"Yes Sensei!" The class replies.

〰️

"So, that was quite unexpected." I hear Johnny state.

I nod, "Yeah, i'm guessing you're that 'best student' he mentioned to me."

"Oh jeez, this complicates things a little. Do you think Sensei will kill me if I ask you out on a date?"

I pause and look over at him, "You were gonna ask me out?"

Johnny nods, "I'm still planning on it." He smirks and walks closer to me, "I think you're worth the risk."

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years ago

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Love your blog!! ❤️ Could I request Billy and Stu’s reaction to their S/O playfully turning their head as they went in to kiss them? Like S/O turns their head at the last second so the boys end up kissing their cheek instead lol

This is so damn cute oml. Have a drabble

TW: Tooth rotting fluff.

"Ha! Yesssss, I win!"

You pump your hand in victory. The baritone, static-y voice announcing that 'Mileena Wins' rings out from the weathered speakers of the arcade cabinet, and you can't help the giddy smile splitting your face.

To your right Stu slumps his head down, lightly slapping the machine's side. You guys had been tied 2-2 in Mortal Kombat, and this round was the tiebreaker. His effort was valiant, but alas in vain. He shouldn't have chosen Baraka.

To your left you can hear Billy scoffing bitterly, leaning against the wall in the corner that you guys stood. He was in a pissy mood; you hadn't let him win earlier like you secretly usually do. You knew that, despite the fact he didn't even really play video games (because he preferred to watch you or Stu and snarkily comment), he'd get moody if he wasn't immediately good at something. Normally you felt that, and would cut him some slack. But today, you had been feeling especially sadistic.

"Better luck next time, Stu. They kicked your ass."

Billy's lips pulled into a strained smirk, relishing in their mutual loss. Stu shot the brunette an uncharacteristically dirty look.

"Oh yeah, well why don't you take another shot then tough guy?"

Billy deadpanned "Don't need to. Last time we came here I beat them 3-1 remember?"

You smirked to yourself, remembering how easy you had went on him for the sake of his ego. Clearing your throat to get their attention, you couldn't keep the smug tone from permeating your voice.

"Hey, hey, guys. Instead of fighting. I think I should collect my prize..."

Billy rolled his dark eyes, clearly still annoyed at his loss. Whilst Stu wiggled his eye brows, head clearly already in the gutter.

"Let's see...a kiss. Oooooo, yes! And to sweeten the deal, the first one to get to my lips gets, uh, I don't know, something." you shrug

Just as you finish your sentence, you turn to book it. But Billy was faster. He grabs your upper arm in order to roughly pull you backwards, and you trip and stumble ungracefully into his arms, as if you two were dancing and he had went to dip you. He looks down at you, predatory grin on his face, and he moves to claim his kiss. But just before his lips are able to make contact with yours, you turn your head and they meet your cheek. This surprises him enough that he pulls away and his grip loosened, an unamused look on his face.

This give Stu the opportunity to jump in, swiftly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you out of Billy's grip and towards him. He quickly spins you to fully face him and places you up onto the arcade cabinet. The glowing red of the title screen saturated him in a hellish looking light, and the harsh clacking of the buttons below you pulled a cacophony of bitcrushed noise from the machine. You see his grin as he quickly moves to give you your prize, but you duck your head and his lips find your forehead instead.

You laugh at his dejected expression, and as he moves to try again, Billy's arm comes to playfully shove him out of the way and attempt to take his place between your legs. Before anything more can happen though, you hear the unpleasant, screechy voice of the arcade attendant.

"Hey! No public displays of affection! And no sitting on the cabinets!"

Billy doesn't even turn around, flipping the attendant off as Stu heckles with a louder-than-needed "Laaaaaaaame". And just as the poor, and likely woefully underpaid, man begins to call security on you all, Billy hurriedly pulls you off of the cabinet and Stu rushes to leap over the bar of the low stairs nearby with a cackle.

The disgruntled worker rolls his eyes before turning away, and you run towards the entrance and out of the building with the two ahead of you. Still dashing towards the parking lot, you watch as the duo look at each other, and then back at you with mirth in their eyes, Stu yelling out a whoop.

A warm fuzzy feeling fills your chest, and you let out a laugh of joy for no particular reason.

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imaginewithtearose · 3 years ago

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Hi! ア(￣▽￣;)ア

Can i ask for relationship headcanons for Idia and an extroverted s/o?

Hello! Thank you for being my first request, of course :) and sorry for bad english and long headcanon-

Idia Shroud with an extroverted gender neutral s/o

Ok, first of all, NO ONE KNOW HOW YOU TWO STARTED A RELATIONSHIP, IT JUST-- Sorta happened?

You of course were the one searching for Idia everywhere, asking things to his tablet, or searching in Ignyhide for his presence. Hoping to see him outside.

One way or another, you two became friends. After you two bump into each other after class. Well, he was being forced to go to eat with Kalim so it was not just bumping on each other lol

Idia was in a love-hate relationship with your outgoing personality, he envy it and loved it at the same time. He didnt know how a normie can be so interesting

I wont say im in love with Ortho doing the choir at 3 am

Obviously you confessed first, and Idia got a panic attack right there, with his hair flaming in pink color, before saying in a little and trembling voice that he reciprocated those feelings. You tackled him in a hug and he SCREAMED.

Ortho very proud of his niichan not gonna lie

You two are so different just like the sun and the moon, but still you make it work.

Maybe this was the change that Idia needed for good huh

Idia loves how easy is for you to talk, and he loves how relaxing is listening to you. And how you understand his boundaries very well :)

You two have your alone-time, he plays his games and you go out. But you mantain in contact with texts.

Your gallery now is full of idia otaku memes and his photos of his computer, Ortho flying, and... A little piece of him. Yeah.

He doesnt like face photos so he will send you hand photos just so you know he is inside. Cute.

Your outgoing personality always drag the attention of others whenever you are around, perfect for idia, he just can crawl in a corner and let all the social quests to you!

Uuuuntil you make him socialize, he is not ready for this please be patient with him :(

Idia is a liiiiiittle jealous. Not the possesive kinda jelaous, but the crying-in-a-corner-being-insecure jealous type

Dont worry! Just some smooches and hugs to reassure him you love him and he will be grinning again.

His smile is terrifying and everyone knows that, yet you insist that its the most cute smile you have even seen, you have a photo of him smiling as your lockscreen.

" Y/n thats a creepypasta for sure-" "Shut up Ace"

Talking about PDA, Idia is a liiiitle shy outside, but inside his room is just a big teddy bear. Hugging you, kissing you, and letting you sit in his legs (your size doesnt matter)

He still lets you grab his hand or give you kisses outside, but with the risk of setting everything on fire with his pinkish flaming hair

Poor ortho always goes on carrying a fire extinguisher

He is your number one fan on whatever you do; Write? He is leaving a review on every work. Draw? Likes every post. Sing? Make sure to look at your public on stage to see A GROWN ASS FIRE MAN DANCING TO YOUR SONGS NO MATTER THE THEME OF THESE.

Just a big simp for his partner. And you love that too.

Dates for the two of you were kinda a thing to talk, you wanted to go out, and he wanted to be inside, so you two decided to do one and one; One date will be what you want, and the other what he wants. Great success.

Dates inside with Idia are interesting if you like video games or mechanics; You can also watch movies, sleep, see streams, playing board games. Just relaxing stuff, the thing you just need when you are tired of going out.

Dates outside, when your outgoing personality kicks in, are kinda funny to watch. Just a small human "normie" dragging an enormous yet big and timid otaku with flaming hair.

Going to shops and small cafes are great options, Idia will hear everything you have to say and enjoy desserts. He just eats that. That worries you, but he insist he has a healthy diet.

Arcade dates are a BIG YES. Idia will get every prize for you, soon your room will be filled with plushies. His competitive personality kicks in every game. Watch him beat you in a dance game and tease you.

Proceeds to talk about how normies dont understand real rhytmic games lmao.

Sometimes he will not feel like going outside, so it would be you and a floating tablet at your side chatting and seeing you.

Overall, is a nice and healthy relationship where you can be you, he can be him, and later be yourselfs with each other.

New Achievement Unlocked, Happy Otaku Boyfriend :)

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ficthots · 3 years ago

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Green Monster-Shohei Ohtani

Request: Can I request a Shohei imagine where you guys are pre-dating/early talking stages and he’s jealous but can’t be because you guys aren’t official

A/N: Here’s another cute Shohei request. I hope you enjoy it and requests are open!

Word Count: 1.2k+

This was the worst part of dates. Standing awkwardly outside your front door because you didn’t want to invite the guy inside and that’s exactly what he was expecting. You cleared your throat, a tight lipped smile across your face as you tried to think of what to say to get him to get the clue that he wasn’t staying the night.

Luckily to your rescue was the neighbor right across the hall and someone who you thought was a great friend and who you admittedly had a bit of a crush on. Shohei was getting home from another game, a smirk across his face as you eyed him, praying that he would help you.

“Hi, I’m Shohei. Who are you?” The guy stood baffled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, your face burning at the contact. “Uh, I’m Jason. I was on a date with y/n tonight.” Shohei nodded his head and looked down at you, nodding towards his apartment.

“Do you want to watch a movie? I saw Disney plus has Luca.” You bit your laugh back and nodded your head. “Oh yeah, I’ve been dying to see that. Thanks for a fun night, Jack!” You tried to say it as enthusiastically as possible and he rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and heading for the elevator.

You and Shohei snickered as he unlocked his door, letting you go in first. “Another bad date?” You groaned, kicking your shoes off at the door and setting your jacket and purse on the entry table. “It’s like they’re the only ones interested in me. I haven’t been out on a good date in months.”

Shohei set his bag down in the hall closet and shrugged. “Let me take you out. It’ll be fun and I can show you what a fun date is supposed to be.” Your stomach flipped and butterflies erupted in you. “You want to take me out?” He smiled, opening his fridge and grabbing a protein shake.

“It’ll be fun. I promise.” You smiled and nodded your head. “Alright, deal.”

***

Shohei kept his promise and the next week he took you out. You had never been on a mini golf and arcade game date, but it was the most fun you had in a long time. Your sides ached from laughing as much as you had.

He wasn’t a small man by any means and watching him try to play mini golf was hilarious and yet he still kicked your ass at it. You two went out to dinner after at a small bar and had the best meal ever.

You sipped from your beer as you settled down from a story Shohei told you about his school days in Japan when he grabbed your hand that was resting on the table. Your face burned at the contact, but you let him do it.

When you got back to your apartments he stood outside the door with you and for the first time you didn’t feel awkward. “So, did I meet your expectations of a great date?” You nodded your head, grabbing your keys to unlock your door.

“I have to say Mr. Ohtani I am quite impressed at how much fun that was.” His smile grew and he kissed your forehead before he opened his door. “I’m glad. Have a good night.” He winked at you as he watched you step into your apartment, waiting for the door to close before he went into his own place.

You couldn’t stop smiling. That was one of the best dates you had in a long time and your feelings for Shohei only grew. But unfortunately, that excitement was short-lived. You waited two more weeks for Shohei to ask you out again and he never did.

You two didn’t stop flirting in the hall, but he never made another move. Your best friend continued to pressure you to go out with another guy she thought was perfect for you and after giving Shohei another week to ask you out again and he didn’t, you reluctantly agreed.

Maybe you misread the flirting for him just being friendly. He was the nicest and most polite man you had ever met and you might have interpreted the “date” wrong. He probably thought you two were just hanging out. How could you misread that? Of course that’s what he thought it was.

As another shitty date wrapped up and you stood awkwardly outside your door, waiting for the man to leave you saw your saving grace make his way down the hall. His smile never appeared though and he scooted past the two of you, quietly making his way to his door.

“Hi, Shohei!” You tried to call out to him, but he gave a silent head nod and made his way inside, closing the door behind him. You smiled nervously at the man who’s name you honestly couldn’t even remember before finding an excuse.

“I’m sorry, but he’s like my best friend and I think something’s wrong. I should probably check on him.” He smiled and offered you a good night before you turned on your heel and walked through Shohei’s door.

“What the hell was that? You always save me from that moment! What’s going on with you?” His back was still turned to you and he didn’t respond until you approached him. You grabbed his arm, turning him towards you. You had never seen happy go lucky Shohei in such a bad mood.

He narrowed his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why did you go out on another date?” You furrowed your brows confused at his question. “What?” He rolled his eyes and tried to walk past you, but you stopped him. “I thought we had a great time on our date and yet here you are with another guy.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile. “You’re jealous.” He nodded his head, placing his hands on the counter behind him. “Of course I am. I don’t want to see you go out with other guys.” You leaned back against the counter, eyeing him.

“Then why didn’t you ask me out again? I waited three weeks.” He groaned and ran his hand through his hair before laughing. “I should have, I’m sorry. We were gone on a road trip for over a week and then we got back and you didn’t seem interested anymore.”

You laughed, closing the distance between you two. “We should probably communicate better. Especially now since I know you have a green monster.” His brows furrowed. “Green monster? Like the one from Sesame Street?”

Your laughter boomed in his kitchen. “No, that’s Oscar the grouch. A green monster is another way to say someone is jealous.” He smiled and nodded his head. “I like that. I’m gonna use that.” He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against your own.

“I really did have fun on our date and I want to know if you’d like to go out on another one tomorrow.” You shrugged, pulling away from him. “I’m not sure. I need to think about it.” You saw his face fall and immediately giggled at his reaction.

“I’m kidding! Of course we can go out again.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him, before kissing you for the very first time, sending sparks shooting through your body.

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kirishimaswife2819 · 4 years ago

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Relationship Firsts || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari (500 Followers Special)

500 Followers Special

Masterlist

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: How all the ‘firsts’ (first date, first kiss etc.) of your relationship happened

Word Count: 5.3k

Notes: All of the ‘first dates’ occur before they move into the dorms

A/n: I hit 500 followers a few days ago and I want to thank you guys so much, I really didn’t think I would even hit 100 in this amount of time and it means a lot. I didn’t really have any good ideas for what to do for it, so I just did this set of headcanons about all of the ‘firsts’, it was the best thing that I could think of. Again, thank you for all of the support! -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

First Date

Your first date happened a few days after Izuku confessed his feelings for you, outside of U.A., after class, and you two exchanged numbers

He decided to go kind of classic and take you on a date to a cafe that you had mentioned you liked

To say he was nervous would be an understatement, he was terrified

What if he messed up and said something dumb? What if he got food all over his face and looked dumb? What if you didn’t like how he dressed?

He met you at your house and you two walked to the cafe together, the whole time you were going on about something, since Izuku wasn’t really saying much

He kept responding with nervous smiles, and short answers, and his face kept turning red

Just as he was about to open the door to the cafe, you stopped him to say something first

“I just wanted to tell you that you don’t have to be so nervous, I’m not going to judge you or anything.”

With that, you opened the door the cafe and held it open so that he could come in

Lunch at the cafe went pretty good, with your reassurance, Izuku was a little more confident and you two ended up having a good time, laughing and even making up your first inside joke together

He walked you home afterwards, where you asked him if he wanted to be your boyfriend, since he was obviously too nervous to ask you

First Kiss

If you think that there’s any way that Izuku is initiating the first kiss, then you are one hundred percent wrong, he’s way too nervous to do anything like that, he could barely even hold your hand without turning into a blushing mess

The two of you were on a stargazing date, and you two were sitting in a field, on a blanket, sitting up and pointing out constellations

Izuku was going on about the history of some constellation, and he just looked so cute rambling on about how it got its name, and some old tale about how it happened, and you decided that you wanted to kiss him, so you did

He sat there in shock for a minute, before coming to his senses and lightly kissing you back

His face was red as you pulled back and gave him a small smile, blushing slightly, before speaking again, “What was that you were saying about the stars?”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You were over at his dorm, late at night, and he was helping you study for a test

He took note of your tired expression, and the fact that you had yawned ten times in the past half hour, before deciding you two should call it quits for the night

“Okay, I think that’s enough, you can go back to your room, Y/n.”

“But I’m too tired to walk there,” you complained, moving from your spot on his floor, to his bed. You pulled the fluffy All Might blanket, that you had gotten for him a few weeks ago, over yourself before speaking again, “Can I stay the night here?”

“But, Y-Y/n, if we get caught-”

“We won’t, besides it’s not like we’re doing anything like that,” you replied, before pulling your arms from under the blanket and holding them out to Izuku, “Please?”

With a sigh, he shut your textbooks and sat them on his desk, he tried to hide his blush as he shut off the light and turned his lamp on, before crawling into bed with you

You immediately latched onto his midsection and buried your head in his chest

“Do you want the lamp off? Or are you scared of the dark? Are you too cold? Too hot? I can turn a fan on, or I have more blank-”

“Izuku, I’m fine, just go to sleep, baby.”

First “I love you”

He said it first, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to what he was saying to you

You two were in the kitchen, baking a cake for one of his friend’s birthdays, when you needed to leave to go to your door and grab something

“I’m going to go grab something, be right back,” you said, leaning in and leaving a kiss on Izuku’s cheek. He was rereading over the cake recipe on his phone, as you began walking away

“Okay, I love you,” he said, and you stopped dead in your tracks

You noticed he wasn’t freaking out and must not have realized what he had said, as you smiled to yourself, “I love you too, Izuku.”

He had picked up his juice box to get a drink and he almost spit the juice right back out at your words. He swallowed, before turning to you, eyes wide and face red

“You what!?”

First Anniversary

Izuku started planning for your one year anniversary probably two months in advance

He was planning on taking you to the cafe you went on your first date to, but he wanted to spend the whole day with you, so he had a bunch of other stuff planned

He made a list of all the places you two had your best memories at, before scheduling a whole day for you two to do stuff on

He told you in advance not to plan anything for the two of you to do, since he was planning a whole day, and at first, you objected, but you eventually agreed when he promised you that you could plan next years anniversary

The first thing he did was wake you up and the two of you made your favorite breakfast together, before getting ready for the day

He took you to a bunch of places where you two had good memories at, and then you went to the cafe for lunch, then spent the rest of the day doing other fun things that Izuku had planned

The night ended with you two in his dorm room, cuddling, right after you two gave your gifts

Since Izuku banned you from planning anything, you made up for it by getting him a bunch of All Might merch, a cute little collage with photos of you two on it, and a basket with his favorite candies

And he got you a few things that you’d been wanting, along with matching rings, they were simple bands but his was green, with your first name carved into it, and yours was f/c with Izuku’s first name carved into it

Katsuki Bakugou:

First Date

Your first date with Katsuki was sort of an accident

You had went out with the whole Bakusquad, but they all ending up ‘having something come up’ and they had to leave, leaving only you and Katsuki (You later found out that they set the whole thing up but that’s a story for another day)

You two ended up going to the arcade together, and Bakugou accidentally blurted out that he had feelings for you before you two went inside, so he decided to turn it into a date

You two spent the day playing games together, before he eventually convinced you to let him take you out for dinner that night

You two went to your favorite restaurant

During the date, the waiter ending up flirting with you the whole time, which pissed Katsuki off

He ended up going off on the waiter, and the manager ended up giving you your meals free after a huge argument (Katsuki doing a lot of the yelling)

During the whole ordeal, Katsuki ended up referring to you as his ‘significant other’ and you asked him about it afterwards

“Well, are you not? I like you, you like me, are we not dating?”

You were in fact, not dating, but you were dating twenty seconds later

First Kiss

Your first kiss happened during a little argument

It wasn’t too bad, and you weren’t really that mad, but you were still ranting to Katsuki about something he had done wrong and how ‘he better not do it again or you would beat his ass’

He ended up finding you going off on him, very attractive, since it was obvious that you really weren’t too mad about whatever he did

So, he leaned in and kissed your lips

You jumped in surprise, from the sudden feeling and impact of his lips on yours, but you got over it quickly and kissed him back

The kiss was kind of rough, and Katsuki really didn’t know what he was doing, but it wasn’t absolutely terrible

You two pulled away, and Katsuki smirked, “You’re hot when you threaten to kick my ass.”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You hesitantly made your way down the hallway and towards Katsuki’s dorm room

You had a blanket draped over your shoulders as you knocked on the door and hoped that Katsuki would answer it for you

You had a nightmare and really didn’t want to be alone right then

You heard some fumbling inside, along with a string of curses, and then the light flicked on, before the door opened

“Why the hell-” Katsuki stopped, when he saw how upset you looked, “Woah, hey, what’s with that face? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?” You asked, looking at him with pleading eyes

“Dumbass, you know I-”

“Please, Katsuki,” you begged and he sighed, putting away his soft and concerned voice, and opening the door before speaking

“Go lay down, I need to make sure nobody saw your dumb ass.”

You laid in his bed and patiently waited

“Everybody’s still asleep, you’re lucky,” Katsuki said, grabbing his pillow and going to sleep on the floor

“No, sleep beside me,” you said, and he was about to protest, but instead he sighed

“I’m too fucking tired for this shit.” He crawled in bed, beside you and pulled you up against him, making sure you were comfy, before closing his eyes and trying to get some sleep

First “I love you”

You said it first, while you were apologizing for starting a fight with him over something dumb

You had just had a bad day and snapped at him and yelled at him for no good reason

“Look, Katsuki, I’m really sorry, I just had a bad day. You know that I love you and I didn’t mean what I said, and-”

“What?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow, his cheeks were slightly tinted red, “You love me?”

“Shit,” you said, your eyes going wide when you realized what you had admitted, “Sorry, that was too soon and sudden and I-”

“Don’t be a dumbass, I love you too.”

First Anniversary

Your first anniversary was one of the only times that Katsuki had acted sweet and caring

You had stayed over the night before, so you woke up in his arms, and he cuddled with you for a while, before he finally let you go and get breakfast

You brought the food back to his dorm and you two ate together, before he made you get dressed, and you two went out

He took you to see a new movie that just came to theaters, and then you two got lunch, before going back to the dorms

When you got there, he let you get dressed in to comfier stuff, before the two of you binge watched your favorite show together

Katsuki wasn’t a huge fan of the show, so he complained every once and a while, but he didn’t totally refuse to watch it, but only because you wanted to watch it

But if you asked him why he still watched it, he would have claimed that you would have complained a ton if he didn’t watch it with you

Then for dinner, you two made a meal together and ate together, before going back to his dorm, where you two just hung out together for the rest of the day

For gifts, he got you some chocolates and a new outfit, and you got him a gift card that he can use anywhere, along with a framed photo of the two of you on a date somewhere (Katsuki wouldn’t admit it, but he keeps the photo of you two in his closet, because he doesn’t want somebody to accidentally break it, and he’ll take it out whenever he misses you)

Eijiro Kirishima:

First Date

For the first date, Kirishima took you to the zoo

As far as confessions, and asking you out went, he just pulled you aside after class and nervously admitted that he had a huge crush on you and wanted to take you on a date

You agreed, before you two exchanged numbers, and he told you that he would text you with all of the details and he did, later that night

When the day came, he met you outside of your house and you two walked to the zoo

He brought a backpack with tons of water, since it was hot out that day, along with snacks and lunch for you two, since the food at the zoo was pretty expensive (He asked you what snacks and food you liked prior to the day)

He also low key saved up his money for months to be able to take you on this date and pay for the whole thing, and he refuses to let you pay for anything because “It’s not manly to make your date pay for themselves”

He asks to take various pictures of you two throughout the day, because he wants memories, but if you don’t like photos he’s not going to make you feel bad for not wanting to take any (He’d like if you would take at least one with him tho)

You two ended up in the gift shop, where he insisted on buying you two some stuff, so you both ended up with matching shirts that had the zoo’s name on it, along with matching reusable water bottles, and he also bought you a plushie of your favorite zoo animal, as well as a little key chain with zoo’s name on it for himself

After you two got done at the zoo, he walked you home, and offered you the leftover snacks, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and offering to take you on another date

You two went on a few more dates, before he worked up the courage to ask you out

First Kiss

Your first kiss happened when the two of you were having a little date night in his dorm

Whenever you two had ‘at home’ date nights, you two normally just got takeout together, and did whatever you felt like doing, whether it was cuddling and watching something, or playing video/board games together, you two just did something that was easy, cheap, and fun to do

This particular night, the two of you had played some video games together (or if you’re not into video games, you just watched him play them, and you two talked while he played them), before you started watching Kirishima’s favorite movie, since you had watched your favorite, last date night

You were laying up against a pillow, and resting your legs over Kirishima’s lap, and you were beginning to fall asleep

Kirishima had been wanting to kiss you for a few days at that point, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or go too quickly for you, since you had only been dating for about three weeks at the time

“Hey, babe?” Kirishima spoke up, causing you to open your eyes slightly, before yawning

“Yeah, Kiri? What’s up?” You asked, obviously trying not to fall asleep

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, causing you to wake right up, your eyes went wide and your face began heating up, before you finally found your voice

“Sure, if you want to,” you replied, and he wasted no time in leaning in, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, before finally kissing your lips

When you pulled away, you were both blushing, but Kirishima still pulled you to his chest and cuddled you, while continuing to watch the movie

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

Instead of you having a nightmare, like in Bakugou’s, Kirishima had a nightmare, about losing you

So, the first thing that he did when he woke up, was quietly (or try to, at least), run to your dorm room to check on you

He knocked three times, very quickly

If you’re a light sleeper, then you got up and let him in, but if you’re a heavy sleeper, he used the key you gave him to open your door and let himself in

Either way, somehow he ended up in your bed, with you gently comforting him and running your hands through his hair, trying to get him to calm down, since you were clearly doing just fine

“Shh, it’s okay, Eijiro. I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” you said, pressing your cheek up against his head, as he let out a few tears

He pulled away after a while, and apologized for bothering you (and wetting your night shirt)

You told him it was fine, before asking him if he wanted to stay the night with you

And there was no way in hell that he was refusing that offer, so he shut off your lamp for you, before cuddling up beside you and falling asleep with you

First “I love you”

He realized he loved you and he wanted his confession to be absolutely perfect

So, he took you out for dinner, before the two of you ended up, in a field, looking at the stars

“Hey, Y/n?” Kirishima hesitantly asked, causing you to look from the stars to your red haired boyfriend

“Yeah?” You replied and before he could say anything, you frowned and spoke again, “Is something wrong? You look nervous.”

“Oh, no,” he replied, giving you a reassuring smile, “I am nervous, but nothing’s wrong. Everything’s pretty good actually, but I have something to tell you.”

“Go ahead,” you said, wanting him to spit out whatever he needed to tell you. He took your hands in his own, before taking a deep breath

“I love you, Y/n, I have for a while now.”

You smiled, and leaned in, giving him a kiss before speaking again, “I love you too.”

First Anniversary

Like the other boys, he wanted the first anniversary to go perfectly, but he didn’t want you to be unhappy with the day that he had planned so he asked you ahead of time if there was anything specific that you had been wanting to do

After telling him a few things, he added them to the list of activities he could plan for the day

He added most of what you had asked to do, but he put in a few surprises that you two hadn’t discussed as well

That day, he let you sleep in as long as you wanted, before taking you to get breakfast somewhere

After you two got done getting breakfast, he took you somewhere that you wanted to go for a few hours and then you two got lunch at a fast food restaurant

You ate the food as you walked to your next destination, which was the mall, and threw your wrappers away when you got there

After that, he took you to various shops that you wanted to go in, but he surprised you, by bringing you into Build-a-Bear with him

The two of you split up, and you each made each other a bear and each put your voice into them

After that, you two got dinner together, at where ever you wanted to go, you two went home and spent the rest of the night together

Along with whatever you two got at the mall, Kirishima got you a bottle of whatever perfume/cologne you wore, as well as some candy, and something that you had been wanting

You got Kirishima a new hoodie and a little handwritten note, because you knew he liked hand made stuff more than actual gifts

Shoto Todoroki:

First Date

He asked you out by just walking up to you after class ended and saying with the straightest face ever, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He was low key really nervous about your answer, and he had been since he realized his crush on you and he was thrilled that you said yes

He told you that he would pick you up that Friday around seven and to dress nice

So, that’s exactly what you did

He picked you up from your house, right on time, and you two went to a fancy restaurant together

He was dressed all fancy and you thought that he looked absolutely perfect in something other than his school uniform, even if it was just as formal

The two of you had a pretty good night, and he made sure that you liked the food and that it was good enough for you

If the food wasn’t good enough, and you didn’t like it, but you didn’t like speaking up about stuff like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to speak up for you and politely ask them to remake your food

This man tipped like one hundred dollars, and the waitress was like freaking out

Then you went home, where he said goodbye to you, before asking if you wanted to be his significant other

First Kiss

In the beginning, Todoroki was very awkward with physical affection, so your first kiss is probably going have to happen a few months into the relationship

You two were pretty open about physical affection at that point, and he had no problem admitting when he wanted your affection and he would even initiate it himself, at certain times

And Todoroki was the absolute cutest when he would ask for your affection

The the day that you had your first kiss, he was sitting on your bed, waiting for you to get back from your training session with one of your friends

You came in, and your boyfriend looked up from his phone, before immediately setting it down and holding his arms out to you, before saying one word, “Cuddles.”

“Sho, not right now, I need to go shower first. I’m all sweaty,” you replied, setting your water bottle down, and walking over to your dresser to get clean clothes out

Shoto stood up, and grabbed your wrist, ignoring your protests, knowing that you really didn’t mind, before dragging you over to your bed and forcing you to cuddle with him

“Now I’m going to have to wash my sheets,” you mumbled, accepting the affection. Shoto ignored the statement, and sighed in contentment

You thought he looked very cute, so you leaned up and kissed his lips, before pulling back and burying your face in his chest to avoid his surprised eyes on you

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

It happened one night when you two got back from a long day and neither of you felt like walking to your room, so you both just crashed on the couch

“Shouldn’t we go to our rooms?” Shoto asked, as you and him had been laying there for about five minutes

You two originally planned to just take a small rest there, before going to your rooms, but you two really didn’t feel like getting up

“No,” you replied, “We can just sleep here.”

“Okay,” Shoto replied, closing his eyes and going to go to sleep

The next morning the two of you woke up to various members of class 1-A snapping photos of you

First “I love you”

He’s very calm about it, and he doesn’t think that saying it’s a big deal

So, he said it the very moment that he realized he loved you

He realized it during a cuddle session, so he said it, “I love you.”

“What?” You asked, head shooting up from his chest to make sure that you had heard him right

“I love you.”

You tried to put down the internal feeling of freaking out, before speaking, “I love you too, Shoto.”

First Anniversary

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do for an anniversary, so he asked Midoriya for advice on what he was supposed to do

Midoriya just told him to take you on a date and get you a gift, so that’s exactly what Shoto did

He took you to the mall to have a ‘shopping date’ as he called it, and he bought you whatever you wanted

But he knew you wouldn’t get every single thing you wanted, because you didn’t want to waste his money

So, he started paying attention to everything that you looked at and your face when you saw the price tag

He knew if you were looking at the price tag, that you probably wanted it, but he only grabbed it to buy for you if you made a weird face when you saw the price tag, since he could tell that you only put it back because it cost too much

After your shopping trip, the two of you got lunch together, before going to the ice cream shop together and getting ice cream

After that, you two went back to the dorms and spent the rest of the day together

You made him soba for dinner, since you felt bad for spending so much of his money, even if he was alright with it

Then, after dinner, you two exchanged gifts

He gave you all the stuff you put back because it was too expensive as well as some type of expensive jewelry, and a card with a cute little note

And you got him a photo album of the two of you, since buying him a gift wouldn’t make much sense, since he could pretty much buy whatever he wanted

Denki Kaminari:

First Date

Denki flirted with you CONSTANTLY, before he finally asked you out an actual date

This was mostly due to the fact that you were always so sweet when he was flirting and sometimes you even flirted back, but he highly doubted that anybody could like him back, so he was scared that your whole flirting thing would go away once he asked you out

But after getting talked to by Kirishima, about how he should just tell you how he feels, Denki finally asked you out on a date

He was pretty surprised that you actually said yes, but he wasn’t complaining

You two ended up going to a movie together

During the movie, he kept ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand against yours whenever you put your hand into the popcorn bucket, and eventually towards the end of the movie, he actually held your hand, since it was obvious that you wouldn’t mind

After the movie was over, you two ended up going into the gaming store at your local mall and you guys looked at all of the stuff, but you didn’t end up buying anything, since you were both broke and could barely afford the movie (Even though he was broke, he insisted on buying the tickets, but he let you pay for the popcorn)

During your walk home, he admitted that he had a lot of fun, as well as admitted that he wanted you to be his significant other and he got really surprised when you actually said yes and said that you wanted to date him as well

First Kiss

Denki has no self control (unless you tell him to stop), so he’s probably going to kiss you pretty early on in the relationship

It wasn’t really anything special, you and Denki were on your second date

You two were in the park, just as it was getting dark, eating ice cream together as you watched the sunset

You were sitting side by side, when Denki spoke up

“You have something on your face.”

“Oh, do I?” You asked, going to grab some napkins from your bag, but you were interrupted by Denki smashing his lips up against yours

You made a sound of surprise, but you kissed him right back

He pulled away, licking his lips, and spoke again, “Got it.”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You two were in his dorm and you were waiting for him to finish playing his video games so that the two of you could cuddle, before you went back to your dorm

“Are you almost done, Denki?” You questioned, laying on your stomach on his bed, glancing over to see him still playing a game on his computer

“Yeah,” Denki replied, “You can just go back to your dorm for the night, if you want.”

“No, I want to cuddle,” you replied, with a yawn

“Okay, one more round,” Denki responded, going back to focusing on his computer screen

He finished the round and took off his head set, before turning to the bed, “Okay, I’m all-”

He paused when he saw you fast asleep, your head resting on his pillow

He smiled, before turning the light off and crawling into bed beside you, “Night, Y/n.”

First “I love you”

He said it first, but he was pretty nervous about saying it

Sure, he flirted with you and showed physical affection to you all the time, but he’s never admitted that he loved somebody before (unless they were family, of course)

He knew that he loved you for a while, he just had to work up the courage to say it to you

So, he would practice saying it to you after you fell asleep, which was sort of dumb on his part but he never thought that you would be awake when he said it

And you were just about to fall asleep in Denki’s arms when you heard him say, “I love you, Y/n. Goodnight.”

“What?” You asked, your eyes opening when you realized what he said, you felt him jump from behind you as you readjusted and turned to your other side, “What did you just say?”

“Um, I love you?” He asked, sounding unsure of himself

You smiled at his works, before leaning in and leaving a kiss on his forehead, “I love you too.”

First Anniversary

He planned probably like a week in advance what you two were going to do

He asked his friends for advice on what to do and one of them said that he should take you to see the movie that you saw on your first date, but obviously since it’s been a whole year it’s not in theaters anymore, so that wasn’t an option

Instead, he planned a whole day of you two just hanging out in his dorm and ordering take out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

The two of you exchanged gifts first thing in the morning

He got you some type of jewelry, some chocolates, and a new hoodie, and you got him a new (and expensive) video game that he wanted but didn’t have enough money to buy

Then you two just spent the rest of the day inside, doing whatever you felt like

You two ended up watching movies, T.V. shows, you two played video games for a while, cuddled, and just basically hung out

He also refused to let anybody interrupt the whole day, so if any of his friends knocked on his door, he told them that you two were having a day together, before slamming the door in their face

Finally, at the end of the day, you two cuddled up and recounted all of the memories of the past year, before finally, falling asleep next to each other

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