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azucar-skull · 3 months ago

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ROTLOU - Mikey Oneshot

It's here!!!!!!! I told myself not to do this but if I have to suffer so do you!

Here's Mikey portraying as Sarah from TLOU. The story follows the HBO script to a T cuz I'm lazy and fuck you-- djdjghdfkgh

Genre: Horror

Word Count: 9073

TWs: Blood, gore, character death, gun violence, PTSD, panic attack, all the bad shit

ROTLOU Masterpost

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Mikey arises in the morning, wind gently flowing through the curtains of his bedroom window. Sunlight spills onto his face as his eyes flutter open at the sound of a car revving up and driving off, a dog barking after it.

Mikey glances around his room, decorated in personality and art supplies before he cautiously peers at the digital clock on his nightstand. 7:08 am.

Mikey springs out of bed, following the sounds of Leo’s alarm clock going off that Leo often slept past. He hurries over to Leo’s bedroom door and knocks alertingly.

“Alarm.”, Mikey calls out. He hears a soft grunt from inside. “Alarm!”

“I’m up, I’m up.”, Leo stirs past the door. Good. He has to get up for work soon.

Mikey and his brothers have grown quite a lot. The brothers are in their 20s by now, the days of the Kraang invasion are over. The days of mutants and yokai hiding from the human world are over too. And while it would be nice to confide in the solace of their old lair, the brothers found it difficult to stay after Splinter’s passing. They moved out towards the calm northeast side of New York in the Astoria district. They got a house, right next to April’s elderly parents. And the brothers themselves have all gotten new jobs, for now is a time of peace and there is no need for ninja stuff anymore. As much as Mikey misses the action, this was nice.

Donnie and Mikey have been doing their own kind of freelance work. Mikey with his art, and Donnie with his tech and repairs. Donnie’s also picked up a fascination for survivalist prepping, the other brothers have grown concerned but don’t bother to pry. Dealing with an alien invasion and near end-of-the-world will leave a permanent mark on you. Mikey has been indulging into his craft, scrapping for enough money to enroll in an art school. He’s been making some good progress. As for Raph and Leo, they became contractors. Helping with constructions and such, especially given their muscle. They always seem to be busy, rushing out in the morning and returning home worn and tired late in the night.

But not today. It’s Leo’s birthday. And Mikey wanted to do something special for him. Mikey makes his way downstairs to the kitchen and turns on the radio as he starts up on breakfast. He cracks a few eggs into the pan, scrambling and frying them up as Donnie steps into the kitchen and starts brewing himself coffee. Mikey pauses his egg frying to search the cabinets for the pancake mix.

…At least…it should be there. But as Mikey searches, there’s no bright blue pancake box to be found. Right on cue, Leo heads down the stairs, buckling his belt buckle.

“Where’s the pancake mix?”, Mikey asks, not looking away from the cabinets, in a tone that implies Leo was supposed to buy some during their last grocery run.

“Oh, was I…”, Leo stirs, still waking up. “...Yeah, I was. Sorry.”

“I was gonna make you birthday pancakes.”, Mikey sighs. He mutters under his breath as he forgets the pancakes and grabs the orange juice from the fridge, “I swear…”

“You know I don’t really like pancakes.”, Leo hums as he pours himself some of the coffee that Donnie brewed.

Mikey scoffs a laugh. “I know you don’t like them. It was for my benefit.”, he smirks as he pours a glass of orange juice.

Mikey turns to Leo with the orange juice as Leo turns to him with his coffee. Mikey glances at Leo’s mug before insisting.

“Vitamin C.”, he points out.

Leo begrudgingly nods, taking the glass as Mikey heads back to his eggs that he’s abandoned on the stove for the last 5 minutes. Leo winces at the bright taste of the juice and goes back to his coffee.

“You, uh, get your homework done?”, Leo asks.

Mikey rolls his eyes with a wry smile as he turns to Leo. Of course, he has. He’s always been. Taking up GE classes at the local community college as he works on building his art portfolio. Mikey doesn’t get why his older brothers still feel the need to baby him. He shakes his head, turning back to the eggs.

“Fractions?”, Leo adds. It gets a chuckle out of Mikey. Leo smiles back at the sound of his little brother’s laughter.

Mikey finishes the eggs, dishing them out at the dining table where Donnie is already seated, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone. Mikey and Leo sit down beside him, eating their breakfast.

“How old are you again?”, Mikey turns to Leo.

“26.”, Leo answers through bits of his eggs.

“Gonna have to wear diapers soon.”

“Who says I don’t already?”

Mikey hums, nodding at Leo. On the inside, Mikey suppresses a chuckle. It’s how the two have developed their playful banter these days, ragging each other on. Leo picks at something in his teeth. He glances down at it on his finger.

“Shell.”

“Calcium.”, Mikey smiles wide, his mouth full of scrambled eggs. Donnie winces in disgust.

“Lovely.”, the softshell comments.

Then the sound of large footsteps make their way in through the door. Raph. Leo glances at the sound’s direction.

“Is there enough for Raph?”

“Well, there would have been…”, Mikey draws. Raph usually heads out early in the morning to go work out at the gym in lieu of having a dojo readily available anymore.

Raph smiles as he strides into the kitchen, playfully nudging Leo’s shoulder. “Ayy! You’re still alive, you old fucker.”, he taunts, making his way to the fridge.

“Aw, he loves you.”, Donnie snarks with a smile.

“He’s dependent on me, it’s not the same.”, Leo mumbles.

“I think it’s the same.”

“It’s definitely the same.”, Raph adds, grabbing a plate and glancing at the empty pan on the stove. He spins around to Mikey. “I thought we was havin’ pancakes.”

Mikey snickers as Leo pauses his chewing and glances up at the oldest. He shrugs.

“We’ll pick you something up on the road.” Then he adds, “Concrete guys gonna be there?”

Raph hums, heading for the fridge, “Yeah, they said maybe.”

“Maybe? We can’t frame until we pour. We’re not getting paid until we frame.”

Raph grabs some leftover wings, sniffing it to see if it’s still good. “Well, we could bring someone else on, get the job done faster.”

Leo immediately shakes his head, turning back to his food. “No, no. I’m not splitting this job. I barely wanna split it with you.” He looks back up. “We could work a double.”

Mikey pauses, glancing over at the slider. “Literally? Today?”, he hisses.

“I know. I’d be done by nine.”, Leo assures before turning to Raph. “By nine, right?”

Raph glances at Leo, then at Mikey. “...Yeah.”

Not convinced by Raph’s answer, Mikey brings his pleading eyes over to Leo who picks up on it quickly.

“I’ll bring back a cake.”, he nods. “I promise.”

Mikey sighs, turning back to his food and keeps eating. The silence in the room allows the radio to be overheard. Music no longer playing, but instead a news report.

“...continued disturbances in Jakarta, but are advising US citizens…”

Leo ponders at the report, sipping his coffee. “Jakarta. Where is that, Middle East?”

Raph hums, thinking. “Doesn’ ring a bell. It’s definitely a country. Or maybe part of Asia?”

Donnie scoffs. “Jakarta isn’t a country. Being a part of Asia isn’t mutually exclusive with being a country, and in fact, it’s the capital of Indonesia.”

Raph chuckles at his genius younger brother. “Shit. Hope for us yet.”

On cue, the microwave beeps, signaling Raph’s food is ready. Leo stirs, clasping his hand at a wrist watch that isn’t there and digs into his pockets for his phone to check the time.

“Finish up quick, we’ll drop you off.”, Leo says, getting up and bringing his dishes to the sink.

“I’m still eating my eggshells.”, Mikey retorts.

“You got seven minutes.”

“Your t-shirt’s inside out.”

Leo glances down at his shirt, noticing the inseams sticking out. He sighs in defeat, hurrying off as he tugs off his shirt.

“Shit…”

Raph chuckles, chewing on his chicken wings. He smiles and shakes his head, turning to Mikey and Donnie.

“He’s losin’ it.”

Mikey laughs at Raph’s banter as Donnie shakes his head. The brothers finish their food and hurry off to get ready for the day. Mikey runs up to his room and grabs his bag to head to his classes. He glances down the stairway to make sure his brothers don’t notice as he dips into Leo’s room. He turns off the fan that’s always running and digs through the drawers. He brings out Leo’s favorite watch, a watch that’s been broken for a long while. Then he grabs some of the cash from Leo’s drawers. Mikey would pay to repair it himself, if only his freelancing gig has been merciful. No one wants to commission art from him. He sighs at the thought, ignoring his own self-doubts as he sets the cash down on the table. Then his eyes set on Leo’s pocket knife that’s kept in the drawers. Mikey opens up the blade, seeing the beautiful engravings, running his finger across it. Mikey is pulled out of his trance at the sound of a car honking.

“Mikey!”, Leo beckons from outside.

Mikey quick tucks the knife back in the drawer, grabbing the cash and watch and slips them into his pocket as he hurries out of the house. As he heads out the door, he hears a familiar friendly voice call over.

“Hey, neighbor!”, old Kirby O’Neil smiles. He sits on the lawn in front of his house with his very elderly mother in law in her wheelchair beside him.

“Oh, hi.”, Mikey smiles politely.

Kirby nods, turning to force feed his mother in law, referred by everyone as Nana, some biscuits he had on a plate. The old woman is barely there anymore, staring off into the distance.

“Uh, Carol was asking after you, since you haven’t been over in a while.”, Kirby says.

Now, Mikey loves April’s parents. They’re the sweetest. But his politeness does have its limits and Mikey would like to allot time for his art instead. He turns to Leo, who’s packing up the back of the pick-up truck with equipment, for support. But Leo gives Mikey a stern look.

“Make ‘em happy.”, he mutters.

Mikey sighs, forcing a smile as he turns back to Kirby. “I could come by after class. But just for like…a little bit?”

“Oh, she’ll take whatcha got.”, Kirby chuckles. “Y’all can bake, whatever. Speakin’ of…we got a lotta extra here.”, Kirby turns and picks up the plate of biscuits. “Y’all—y’all want some biscuits?”

Mikey smirks, thinking of a way to rag Leo. “Leo, you love biscuits.”, he smiles at his brother.

Leo stirs, glancing at the conversation. Kirby carefully helps Nana wipe a crumb off her face and poke it back in her mouth. Leo winces in disgust.

“...I do.”, Leo drawls. “But I’m on Atkins.”

“On what now?”, Kirby asks.

“It’s uh— You know what? We gotta run, but Mikey will be by later. He’ll stay as long as you want.”, Leo smiles. “Tell you all about Atkins.”

“Great! I’ll let Carol know.”, Kirby grins.

Mikey scoffs at his brother and the smooth playoff he just pulled. The brothers start to pile into the truck. He shakes his head with a grin as Leo opens the door for him.

“Solid.”, is all he says as he climbs into the backseat with Raph. Leo and Donnie taking the front seats.

Donnie sits up in the driver’s, buckling his seatbelt with a lit cigarette in his mouth. “Can’t tell you how exciting it was listening to that fucking conversation.”, he drawls.

“Put that out.”, Leo snarks.

Donnie rolls his eyes as he puts out the cigarette and tosses it. “Happy birthday to you.”

The truck starts, driving off. Just a normal mundane September day.

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Mikey sits in his English 101 class, listening to the professor’s lectures as he goes over his notes. Bored out of his mind, he starts doodling on the edge of the pages. He pauses his doodling when he notices a light reflecting onto his hand. He glances at the reflective light before looking up at the culprit.

A student in the row in front of him, adjacent to the right. They’re wearing a shiny metallic bracelet on their wrist. The student doesn’t look like they are paying much attention to the lecture. Staring blankly at the front, their writing hand still and pressing the pen against their notebook that the ink begins to pool. Their bracelet wrist twitching rhythmically, reflecting light off of it.

Mikey stares with curiosity before suddenly the dismissal bell rings and all train of thoughts leave him. He hastily tucks his notes away and gets up to leave with the rush of the other students, ignoring the professor shouting out the homework among all the rush.

Mikey hurries out off campus to the bus stop before it can leave without him. He steps in, paying the fee and riding the bus to a part of town he doesn’t visit much. But he knows where he’s going, noting the clockwork repair shop as he crosses the street. There’s a large crowd of people off to the side, enjoying their meals from the surrounding food trucks and picnic tables.

He smiles at the man behind the counter, a radio softly playing music in a language Mikey doesn’t know. He asks the man to take a look at the watch. The man pries the watch open, looking at the gears for a few minutes as Mikey asks how much the repair is.

“...Twenty.”, the man says.

“That’s it?”

The man smiles, looking up at Mikey. “Okay, thirty.”

Mikey grins at the man’s joke. “Twenty’s good.”, he says as he digs through his backpack for the money and sets it on the counter.

“It’s a spring. I’ll do it right now.”

Mikey nods, swinging his backpack over his shoulders as he looks around the shop. Eyeing the peculiar clocks on display. He hears sirens rush past, but it’s nothing abnormal from the bustling sounds of the city. He stirs a bit at the sound of a wailing fire truck following close behind but pays no mind. Doesn’t even notice the SWAT car tailing them as well. The man sighs.

“All day, I swear.”, he mutters.

Suddenly, a woman appears past the beaded curtains. She looks as if she’s seen a ghost, glancing between the man and Mikey.

“We’re closing.”, the woman says, rushing to the door to flip the sign.

“Huh?”, the man turns to her.

She says something in Arabic before continuing. “We’re done for today.”

“It’s 3:15, we close at 7.”, the man gestures to one of the many clocks.

The woman hisses at him in Arabic again. She turns to Mikey, gently ushering him out the door. “I’m very sorry. He cannot finish.”

“I’m already finished!”

The woman shouts at the man in Arabic again as the man puts the watch in a box and hands it to her. The woman shoves the box into Mikey’s hands and escorts him to the door. “You should go home.”, she warns.

Mikey steps out the door as the woman shuts it behind him, quickly closing all the shutters in a hurry. As he turns back to the street, he notices a strange emptiness. The crowd of people by the food trucks are gone, some things left behind in a hurry. It is an eerie sight from the once bustling city just a few minutes ago.

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Mikey heads back home and hurries over to his neighbors, feeling a bit more relaxed when he is greeted by Carol’s kind smile.

“There you are, sweetie.”

“Sorry.”, Mikey smiles.

“I was getting worried.”

“I was getting something for my brother.”

Mikey steps inside, taking in the old grandma-aesthetic of the place. A familiar creature bounds up to him, chirping delightfully. Mikey crouches down to pet them.

“Hi, Mayhem.”, he smiles, greeting the yokai creature. But his mind is still filled with worry. He turns back to Carol.

“Hey, is everything okay? Like, on the news?”, he asks.

“Like what, hon?”

“Well, n-no, there was just…a lot of police and stuff on the road today.”

“Well, that’s true every day, innit?”, Carol turns to him. “People out there need to get right with Jesus. 3 nails, plus 1 cross, equals 4-given.” She pushes past the barn doors into the kitchen as Mikey leans in. “I was thinking we could make some cookies.”

“Chocolate chip?”

“Raisin.”, Carol grins excitedly, picking up a baking tray.

Mikey makes a face as he pauses in the doorway. Not a look of disgust, but not a polite smile either.

Mikey and Carol bake the cookies together, the box turtle working on his homework at the dining table as the cookies bake. Carol tries to feed her old mother, muttering some comments as she walks past to take the cookies out of the oven. Mikey pauses his homework, sighing and glancing around the house. He gets up and heads to the living room and peruses the shelf full of DVDs.

“You wanna give me a hand?”, Carol calls out.

“Be right there!”, Mikey calls back as he continues searching the shelf. Perhaps he can find a movie for him and his brothers to watch tonight. Something Leo would like for his birthday.

He hears a small croaking behind him, probably just Nana. Mikey’s still surprised she’s even still kicking. Perhaps she’ll break the record for oldest person alive.

Breaking his train of thought, he spots something that he knows Leo would enjoy. Curtis and Viper 2. He picks the DVD case off the shelf, glancing at it for a moment before heading back to the kitchen.

“Hey, Mrs. O’Neil? Could I borrow this?”, he asks, showing the movie to her.

Carol puts on her glasses as she glances over the cover. “Yeah, sure. It’s one of Kirby’s.”

Mikey quickly thinks of an excuse to leave. “You know what? My brothers are gonna be back real soon. I should go.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, you’re taking some cookies.”

Mikey packs his bag, stuffing the DVD and cookies inside as he heads out to leave. But then he hears Mayhem whining. He glances over to see the yokai sitting and tilting their head at Nana. Maybe she’s finally reached her limit afterall. Though, Mayhem’s reaction is strange.

Mikey heads out the door to go back to his place when he hears rumbling from overhead. There’s no thick clouds or signs of thunder, but Mikey’s curiosity is answered when a fleet of jets zip by, heading somewhere. That’s odd. Maybe there’s some kind of air show happening?

Mikey can’t think of another reason why military jets like that are here.

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It’s getting late and Mikey’s getting annoyed. Flipping through a magazine on the couch in his pajamas as his brothers’ dinners get cold. The TV quietly plays the news, some report about violent attacks happening in the city and some sort of…street drug? Mikey’s not really paying attention. Soon he hears the sounds of keys and the door opening. Raph and Leo walk in, Donnie nowhere to be found and is probably at some bar again. Mikey sighs as his two older brothers enter.

“You locked the door for once.”, Raph mumbles. “Good job.”

“Yeah.”, Mikey hums, turning the TV off.

Leo slouches onto the couch beside the youngest, worn out and exhausted.

“It’s 10.”, Mikey spat.

“I know.”, Leo sighs. “They…gave us the wrong size for the headers… That doesn’t mean anything to you, I’m sorry.”

“Where’s the cake?”

Leo sighs again, ragged and tired. “Shit…”

“C’mon, man…”, Mikey whines.

“I’ll get us one tomorrow.”

“Swear, or you don’t get your present.”

Leo perks up. “You got me a present?”

“Swear.”

“On my life.”, Leo blinks.

Mikey smiles cheekily as he digs behind the couch pillow to bring out the box. Raph sits down in the chair next to the two, sighing with exhaustion as well. Mikey hands the box to Leo who hums and presses his lips in amusement.

“Wow.”, he drawls. Then he opens the lid. And stops. Staring.

Mikey grins warmly. “Fixed it for you.”

Leo takes the watch, glancing at it. Then his brows furrow as he places the watch against his tympana. He looks more concerned.

“Did you?”

“What?!”, Mikey’s smile drops as he reaches for the watch.

“I don’t hear anything…”

The watch is fine, ticking away. Mikey sighs in relief and relaxes, Leo and Raph chuckling back. Mikey scoffs.

“That was lame. You’re lame.”

“Yeah, I know.”, Leo smiles, looking proudly at the watch. “Where’d you get the money for this?”

“Drugs. I sell hardcore drugs.”

Raph chuckles. “Better than what we do.”

“It was only $20, which I stole from you.”, Mikey explains. Leo turns to him with suspicion. “I could’ve stolen 60, but I put the change back because I’m an honest thief.” Leo hums, relaxing. “Besides, it’s the thought that counts. And you were never gonna do it for yourself, so…”

Leo stares at him for a moment, Mikey can see the thoughts swirling in his mind. He turns back to his watch, fixing it on his wrist. “Thank you.”, he murmurs softly.

Mikey smiles, full of warmth for his brother. Then he remembers. “Oh! There’s one more.”, he says, digging in the couch cushions again. His smile widens more when Leo practically snatches it out of his hands, Raph leading in as well.

“Borrowed it from the O’Neils.”, Mikey says.

“Ohhh, this is the one with the deleted scenes.”, Raph drawls.

“Yeah, imagine how bad those have to be.”, Mikey nods, tapping Leo’s shoulder. “C’mon, pop it in. While it’s still your birthday.”

Leo gets up and puts the movie in before sitting back down on the couch, Mikey snuggling in close.

“Don’t fall asleep.”, Leo mutters.

“Course I won’t. It’s too riveting.”, Mikey teases, wrapping his arms around Leo and leaning against his plastron.

The movie plays, the night getting late. Mikey’s eyes start to droop. He knows he promised Leo he wouldn’t fall asleep but…

It wouldn’t hurt to shut his eyes for a bit.

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There’s a rumbling. Low and quiet. But it gets louder and louder. Mikey stirs in his sleep, annoyed to be woken up. Sirens start wailing. Then suddenly…there’s a dull boom. Mikey snaps his eyes open and looks around. …How did he get in his room? Did one of his brothers put him to bed? Another dull boom, dogs barking, car alarms going off. Mikey glances at the clock, 2:16 am.

There’s light flickering through the window and before Mikey knows it, the house starts rattling against a helicopter flying low overhead. Mikey gets up, now more worried. Thoughts begin swarming in his head, thoughts from earlier in the day and all the little signs he’s noticed. Is New York under attack again? Are there villains afoot? A war?

Mikey steps out of his bedroom, heading for his brothers’ rooms. “Raph? Leo? Donnie?”

He searches their rooms, but he’s home alone. Where did his brothers go? Did Donnie get himself in trouble again at the bar? Where are they at this hour? The house rattles again, more helicopters, more jets, more dull booms in the distance.

“Guys?!”, Mikey calls out again, ignoring the strain in his voice as he rushes down the stairs. He needs his brothers. He needs to find out what is happening.

The house is still empty. There’s a car screeching outside as it speeds off in a hurry. Mikey quickly glances around before reaching for the TV remote and turning it on, hoping that there’s something on the news to explain what is going on. But he is met with a droning beep and an automatic security system showing some white text on the black screen.

“Stay indoors. Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area and will be in contact with further instructions.”, the TV repeats in a loop.

An overwhelming sense of dread floods through Mikey’s veins before suddenly there’s a loud bang on the sliding glass door. Mikey screams as he jumps, turning to he sound. There, Mayhem is pressed against the glass, shrilling with worry. Mikey heads up to the front door where Mayhem runs up to him, whimpering and getting behind him as if to shield themself.

“Shh, shh…”, Mikey hushes, crouching down. “Easy. Easy, Mayhem. What are you doing out here, little guy?”

Mikey glances around at the empty street. He gets up, searching around for any clues. Mayhem shrills in warning but doesn’t dare to follow Mikey. Mikey looks up and sees another helicopter flying low overhead, searching for something. Mikey does his best to push down his fears, trying to think rationally on what to do next. He decides his next course of action should be tending to the panicked yokai still screeching after him.

He picks up Mayhem, stroking their head gently as he walks over to the O’Neil’s house.

“Come on, Mayhem. Let’s get you home.”, Mikey hushes. Maybe he could stick with the neighbors until his brothers get back.

Yet Mayhem is hesitant, whimpering and whining before climbing out of Mikey’s arms and jumps off, running away. Mikey calls for them, trying to grab them but only manages to grab the collar before it slinks off the yokai. Mikey has no choice but to head to the O’Neils and tell them what happened. Hoping they would have some answers about what’s going on.

Yet when Mikey approaches the house, he notices the door is wide open. The rug leading to the door is all scrunched up and a dog leash lies abandoned on the ground. Was Carol going to take Mayhem on a walk? No…something else happened here. Mikey steps in the house, looking around carefully.

“...Mrs. O’Neil?”, he calls out.

No response.

Mikey hears faint clanking coming from the kitchen. The sense of dread pools in his stomach, knotting and twisting with fear. But he must push forward. He’s a ninja! He’s just…out of touch. That’s all. No biggie.

Mikey cautiously approaches the kitchen, setting Mayhem’s collar down. He hears another boom in the distance, a car alarm going off. He whips around to it, afraid someone or…something will jump out to attack him. Mikey takes a shaky breath as his vision blurs from tears forming in his eyes. He approaches the kitchen again, mustering the courage to keep going.

“M-Mrs. O’Neil…?”

He opens the barn doors. Then nearly falls when his shoes slip on something. Something wet. Shining and deep deep deep red.

Mikey’s eyes grow wide as there’s a horrendous change in the atmosphere. The copper scent is strong and foul. His eyes naturally follow the large thick trail of blood to…to Mr. O’Neil. Propped up against the fridge, frozen in terror and staring wide-eyed at Mikey with plea.

“...help me.”, the man whispers.

Kirby’s tank top was covered in blood, bleeding profusely from his shoulder. The man looked in shock, unwilling to move. Mikey felt the same as his jaw dropped, stepping closer to the old man. Kirby flicked his eyes over to the side. And Mikey’s eyes followed.

There on the ground, Carol’s body lays lifeless. And…And Nana…she’s hunched over, digging her teeth into her daughter’s neck. Nana’s breathing was raspy and uneven. The elderly woman slowly pried her teeth away to look up at Mikey, and he almost threw up at what he saw. Vines. Orange life-like vines, like roots. Curling and stretching. Becoming entangled in Carol’s neck wound. Mikey gulped dryly, pushing down the bile that threatened to rise up his throat.

Nana’s breathing gets more frantic, hungry. She staggers to a stand with strength her old frail body never had before. Mikey instinctively felt himself walking backwards towards the barn doors. Then the old woman screams, charging at Mikey with unnatural speed and flailing her arms. Mikey takes that cue to run.

He runs as fast as he can out the door, frantically trying to think of a plan. He needs his brothers, his weapon, something!

As he runs out the door, his vision floods with headlights as a truck screeches to a stop in front of him. His brothers. Mikey feels a wave of relief wash over him that dissipates just as fast when he senses the urgency in his brothers’ voices.

“Get in the truck! Right now!!!”, Leo yells as he jumps out the passenger seat and runs over to Mikey, grabbing his arm. “Move!”

Leo’s holding a wrench like it’s a weapon. Similarly, Raph has a bat and Donnie…is that a police rifle—

A deep seated screech comes from the O’Neil’s house. Nana comes stumbling out before her back gives way and snaps, tumbling down the steps. There’s a tense pause for a moment. Then suddenly, her head snaps back up and she’s crawling. Scrambling for the brothers and screaming wildly. Then she gets up into a stand, sprinting.

Donnie aims his rifle as Raph draws the bat back. “What are we doing, Leo?!”, Donnie shouts.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Leo winds up the wrench and swings across the old woman’s face as she tries to attack him. His face full of rage and Mikey has never seen before. He looks bloodthirsty. And Nana…sweet old Nana…she’s…

Leo’s face drops when he looks into Mikey’s fearful eyes. He quickly drops the wrench and hurries up to his little brother, cupping his face in his large calloused hands.

“...y-you killed her…”, Mikey mutters as tears drop down his face.

“Mikey, I’m sorry.”, Leo hushes, pulling his brother in close.

“Guys, we gotta go.”, Raph calls out, hearing the sirens in the distance.

Leo nods, quickly pulling back from the hug to cup Mikey’s face again and leaning in to get his full attention.

“Mikey, listen to me. It’s not just the O’Neils. But we’re gonna be brave,” the leader assures, “and we’re going to get out of this—”

A big bright light of explosions erupts across the street. Mikey whines as Leo quickly wraps his arms back around his little brother as if to shield him. Donnie and Raph quickly get back in the truck.

“Hey, let’s go! Come on!”, Raph beckons.

“Get in.”, Leo ushers as he pushes Mikey into the back seat with Donnie before heading for the passenger’s seat.

“Boys?!”, a woman’s voice calls out across the street. Their other neighbor, Denise, hurrying out in her pajamas with a flashlight in hand.

“DENISE YOU GET BACK INSIDE THE HOUSE!”, Leo demands with such vigor and urgency, it makes Mikey flinch. “YOU LOCK YOUR DOORS! NOW!!!”

“C’mon, c’mon, get in!”, Raph calls for his brother, starting up the truck.

Leo quickly gets in as Raph screeches the car around in a U-turn around the cul-de-sac. As the truck turns around, the brothers all hear a croaking groan as the O’Neils (who should be dead) come stumbling out of their house.

“Seatbelts on. Hold on.”, Raph warns.

Raph charges forward with no regard for the elderly couple. The couple that was once so kind to them, surprisingly taking it pretty well when April introduced the mutant turtle brothers to them, now being rammed over and left for dead on the street.

“Jesus Christ, boys!”, Mikey hears Denise gripe as she hurries to check on Kirby lying on the ground. More distance explosions ring out, illuminating Carol as she charges for Denise, ripping her apart. Donnie grabs Mikey’s shoulders and pulls him back around from staring out the back window.

“You take 70—”, Leo guides.

“71, I know.”, Raph spats.

A flock of police cars speed by them at the intersection as the truck turns the opposite direction. After much silence, collecting his thoughts, Mikey finally finds the voice he needs to speak again past the quivering of his lips.

“Guys—”

“We don’t know.”, Leo answers right away.

“They’re saying it’s a virus.”, Donnie supplies. “Some kind of parasite.”

“Is it from some villains?”, Mikey asks, cautious.

“We don’t…know.”, Leo presses.

“Are we sick?”

“No. Of course not.”, Raph assures.

“Why did things blow up?”

His question is unanswered as Leo sighs with frustration, fiddling with the radio.

“No cellphone. No radio.”, he mutters. “A minute ago, the newsman wouldn’t shut up.”

“How do you know?”, Mikey presses for answers again.

“What?”

“How do you know we’re not sick?”

Leo turns to him when he hears the way Mikey’s voice starts to falter. Donnie picks up the question for him.

“They’re saying it’s mostly people in the city.”, the genius of the 4 explains. “That’s why they got the highway blocked off.”

Mikey doesn’t feel too convinced. He just watched the world fall apart all over again. He’s growing tired of being the optimist when it’s nothing but disaster after disaster ever since the turtles were tots. Mikey glances up and sees fire in the distance. A whole house just being burned down into nothing and no firefighters tending to it.

“God…it’s Jimmy’s place.”, Leo comments. The kind farmer who would sometimes share his harvest with the brothers. Mikey liked him. Liked exploring new recipes with him. And now…

Mikey stares at the fiery glow in thought, pondering the events that have happened. Wondering where it all went so wrong.

“...The O’Neils would take Nana into the city.”, he reasons. “To the hospital for stuff.”

“That’s right, they would. That’s probably why.”, Leo nods from up front.

“But…you’d have to go a lot…right?”

Raph glances at Mikey’s tearful face from the rear view mirror. “We’re fine. Trust me.”

“...alright…”, Mikey mutters softly, almost inaudibly.

Sirens ring out, louder and louder. Mikey doesn’t know how much longer he can stand that noise. Or if he’ll even be able to hear it so nonchalantly any more. The brothers have all been on edge over the years, but to ignore the sounds of shrilling children and sirens and gunfire…you can’t come back from that. Even the sudden barking sound of laughter from a passerby is enough to make Mikey jolt.

The brothers come across a family on the side of the road, their car broken down. The father shouts at them, waving his arms wildly for help. Raph slows down the truck. Leo snaps his head at him.

“What are you doing?!”, he hisses.

“They got a kid, Leo.”, Raph gripes.

“We’ve got our own family too. Keep driving.”

“We could put them in the back…”, Mikey supplies. But no one hears him. The father shouts more frantically as the truck passes by them, pleading. Mikey stares at the family through the back window, his eyes pooling up with tears once more.

“...Somebody else will come along.”, Leo mutters.

To see his brothers acting like this…it makes Mikey’s heart shatter. They’re supposed to be heroes. They’re supposed to help everyone in need. What’s changing? Why is everything changing?!

Mikey cries, unable to hold back his fears anymore. Donnie wraps his arm around Mikey’s shoulder and pulls him away from the window, tugging him close in a hug. Mikey sobs harder as he leans into Donnie’s embrace. Raph and Leo glance at each other from the front, a look that says they’re both sorry and racked with guilt. Donnie hushes, murmuring words of comfort as he rubs Mikey’s shoulder up and down. Then Mikey feels something being pressed into his hand.

Leo’s pocket knife. How did Donnie get this? Mikey sniffles, unsheathing the blade and glossing over the beautiful engraving. He looks up at Donnie who gives him a soft reassuring smile. The softshell clasps the knife closed into Mikey’s hand, and the youngest slips it into his pocket.

As the truck continues to drive, the rushing sound of cars honking fills the air. The horizon unveils dead stop traffic packed to the brim on the freeway.

“Fuck! Everybody had the same fucking idea!”, Leo gripes.

Raph slams the horn several times as a few cars try to abort the freeway before they get trapped. “I can’t get through this! Fuck!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s think it through, we’ll think it through.”, Leo stammers. “Alright, take the field. We’ll cut across and pick up on the…on the west side.”

“Yeahyeahyeahyeah. West, west, alright. Alright, hang on.”, Raph babbles, jerking the car a hard right.

As the truck begins to traverse the bumpy grass terrain, a few cars follow as well. Everyone panicking and trying to find somewhere safe from all this chaos. But they get up over the hill to reveal the freeway blocked off by military.

“Shit! Fucking army.”, Leo hisses under his breath.

“Isn’t that good?”, Mikey points out.

“It’s good for them,”, Raph gripes. “But that’s the highway we’re tryin’ to get to.”

A few cars speed past the truck, still determined to find safety. Leo sighs, quickly trying to come up with another plan.

“Alright, keep moving. Head north.”, he suggests.

Raph shakes his head, “Could be a lot of people…”

“Well, we can’t go south…we can’t go east, we can’t go west. Where the hell else are we supposed to go?”

Raph doesn’t answer, biting his lip as he gets lost in thought. Leo loses his patience.

“Raph, come on!”

Raph shakes his head again, slamming on the gas and steering a hard right. The horizon now shows a town in the distance, illuminated by their lights. Leo nods.

“Yeah…Yeah I know that place. This can work.”

“Yeah? But then what?”, Raph asks.

“I don’t know. Detroit. Then Canada. Just far, far as we can.”, the slider insists. “How much gas?”

Raph glances down at it. “Three-quarter tank.”

“Go through town. Then up and cut across Rochester, 90 to Buffalo. Past the border. Then we’re out.”

It sounds like a solid plan. Solid enough, at least. No one is in the mood to argue when Raph and Leo are ready to start grabbing each other by the throat. But a spiraling thought enters Mikey’s mind. Something that makes his blood run cold.

“...Maybe it’s everywhere.”, he speaks up. “Maybe there’s nowhere to go.”

No one answers that, afraid to admit the truth. Then suddenly there is a screeching rumbling noise overhead. Raph snaps his head up at it.

“What the fuck?!”

The noise gets louder and louder still. Donnie flinches, pressing his goggles against his tympanas to block out the noise. Mikey turns to the back window as sees a fleet of commercial planes rushing in for emergency landings, trying to get to somewhere safe. Up ahead, a swarm of cop cars zip by, people running around to seek shelter.

“Son of a bitch, we gotta go around.”, Leo mutters.

“Grab somethin’!”, Raph calls to his brothers.

Without much chance to react, the truck swerves right through an alleyway. Mikey latches on to Donnie’s arm and Donnie holds him in return. The sound of screams and terror fill the air. Another turn, and it’s like they’re in a maze. Cars zig-zagging around any space they can find to navigate the chaos and get away. People running around, alone yet together in their fears.

“Alright, keep going. Keep going.”, Leo assures. But then he hears tires screeching to the left. “SHIT! RAPH!!!”

Another car slams on its brakes to avoid hitting the truck, honking at them. Yet Raph presses the gas more and keeps driving. But he slows down quickly when a swarm of people rush out of a store, some of them grabbing each other and ripping each other apart. Like what…Like what the O’Neils did to Denise.

“Raph, you can’t stop here.”, Leo waves his arm out.

Raph gestures his arm to the crowd. “I can’t drive through ‘em all—”

“Are you serious?! Just keep going!!!”

Raph pushes forward but then suddenly glass shatters. The theater up ahead on the right. Windows broken down as people flood out. Screaming in a panic, screaming with insanity and intent to rip each other open. The crowd blocks the street.

“Go go go.”, Leo mutters. Then his voice rises in urgency. “Back, back, back, BACK, BACK!!”

“Raph’s tryin’!!!”

Raph puts the car in reverse, turning around to look out the back window. He sends a comforting smile to the two younger brothers in the back before focusing on saving his family.

“Raph, go faster! We gotta go!”, Leo urges.

“Leo, I’m tryin’! There’s nowhere to fuckin’ go!”

“Find an alley!”

“What alley?!”

People run from the scene, hurrying to get out of the way. Two men are wrestling each other in the middle of the street, tossing and turning. Out from the sky, a plane screeches. Tilting and tilting and tilting. The A team is still arguing with each other.

“There’s people everywhere!”

“Roll the fuck over them! We gotta get off this street now!”

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to do, Leo!”

“We’re going to be okay. Just keep driving.”

Mikey still watches the plane closely. Watches as it gets bigger and brighter in view. The panicked civilians take notice too. Mikey whips his head up to the front.

“Guys?!”, he calls out over their bickering.

The two snap their heads up at the plane, realizing the disaster before it even strikes. The brothers become overwhelmed with fear.

“Holy…shit…”, Raph hisses.

“Move…”, Leo beckons. “Move!!!”

The plane heads for the ground, the crowd of people now starting to run the opposite direction as the truck shifts forward again. A few of the people are stopped and tackled to the ground by the sick and insane. Then suddenly the plane nosedives into the ground and explodes into a bright burst of light. Mikey ducks down into Donnie’s arms as the two huddle close together. The force of the impact sending sharp debris to fly at bullet speed for miles. A shrapnel of blades from the plane’s jets crash into the back window and the truck swerves before tumbling over. Mikey screams as he’s crashed against the ceiling.

Then everything goes black.

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All sound is muffled. Lights are a blur. Mikey barely stirs at the sirens and gunshots ringing out all around. Barely notices what’s happening as his head spins. He hears someone shuffling around the now upside down truck, reaching out for his torso and shaking him.

“Mikey…”, Leo calls out. “Mikey!”

Mikey jolts, his attention coming back quick as sounds flood his tympanas. Leo sighs with the smallest ounce of relief.

“Stay right there. Don’t move.”, Leo orders. He turns around to the driver’s seat. “Raph, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”, Raph grunts.

“Donnie?”

“Could be better.”, Donnie groans as he crawls out the broken window. “Anyone injured?”

Mikey’s breathing picks up as he starts to remember what’s going on. Despite all that, he leans back and turns around to the shattered back window and peers out into the street. No one was running anymore. Just bodies, a bunch of dead bodies in the street. Fire surrounding the terrain. One…monster was tearing into one of the corpses, stuffing the organs into its face like they haven’t eaten in years.

“Mikey…”, Leo calls to him, grabbing his leg in a bid for his attention. Mikey turns to him. “Don’t look. You look at me, okay?”

Leo helps Mikey move his legs that are twisted underneath (overneath?) the car seats. He winces, holding back tears. He didn’t realize how much pain he is in.

“I’m sorry, hermano, I know, I know.”, Leo soothes. He reaches forward to scoop his baby brother up. “Come here. Put your arms around me.”

Mikey sobs from the pain. As much as he hates being babied by his older brothers, there were some moments, like this one, where he just doesn’t care. He wants them to worry and coddle him. To let them shield him from the traumas and hide away. Just riding out the waves until they wash over.

“Come here, come here.”, Leo ushers as he pulls Mikey in close, choking back tears of his own. “I got you. I got— I got you. I got you.”

Leo drags Mikey out the broken window that Donnie escaped from as the softshell is now on the other side of the truck, helping Raph get out as well. Leo goes to set Mikey down on the ground to which Mikey’s loose and twisted ankle flops. Mikey whines, grasping Leo’s shoulder to keep the weight off of it. Leo takes notice of his pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm-mm.”, Mikey shakes his head.

“Are you okay?”, Leo presses again for an answer.

“My ankle.”

“Alright, okay.”, Leo nods, hoisting Mikey up a bit more.

“We gotta get off the street!”, Donnie calls out, reading his rifle.

Suddenly a police car speeds over to them and crashes right into the truck that they were just in moments ago and the engines explode into flames. Leo glances at Mikey for the smallest moment before turning to the flames.

“Donnie?! Raph!!”, he yells.

Framed through the fire, Leo and Mikey could see the others searching around before spotting them.

“Head to the river! We’ll find a way!”, Raph calls out.

Leo hesitates for a moment and rightfully so. Mikey doesn’t want them to get separated either. They need to stick together.

“Get him outta here, Leo! Go!”

Without leaving room to argue, Raph and Donnie take off running. Leo turns back to Mikey, hoisting him up still.

“W-We can’t leave them!”, Mikey begs.

“They’ll be fine. Can you run?”, Leo asks.

Mikey glances down at his legs, slightly annoyed as if Leo’s already forgotten that his ankle is fucking broken.

“N-no.”

Leo heaves a sigh. Not a moment’s hesitation and he sweeps Mikey off his feet, cradling his little brother close to his plastron. Mikey hates the way he trembles like a leaf in his big brother’s arms.

“You keep your eyes on me.”, Leo demands in a serious tone.

“O-okay.”, Mikey breathes.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And don’t look anywhere else.”

“No.”

“Alright.”

Mikey wraps his arms around Leo’s neck and ducks his head into his brother’s plastron as Leo holds onto him tighter. Thank pizza supreme for their mutant strength. Leo has no trouble as he runs down the alley, looking for a way out. Mikey peers over Leo’s shoulders for a moment at the fiery crash behind them before ducking his head back down, trying to keep his panicked breathing in check before it makes things worse. But he can’t help the hitches in his voice. The two turn the corner.

And it was a mistake.

Bodies all around, each being torn into by a monster. Some of the corpses are still alive, staring wide eyed and gazes piercing into Mikey’s soul the same way Kirby did. Leo nudges Mikey’s head, making him tear his eyes away. The box turtle obliges, staring down and not daring to look anywhere else. He feels Leo start stumbling back. And then full on sprinting, turning around. Mikey’s eyes glance up for a moment to see one of the monsters standing up and charging after them.

Leo kicks the nearest door in and hurries through as the monster shouts and chases them down. The two duck into a mom-n-pop diner as Leo sprints down the corridor. The monster stumbles over a cart with no regard to itself or its surroundings, solely focused on its target and nothing else. Mikey gasps in fear, frantically grabbing on to Leo’s shirt to hang on tighter. The monster jumps up off a booth to grab them but Leo is faster. The monster collapses onto the ground yet wastes no time getting back up again.

Leo makes his way through the kitchen now, heading for the exit. The monster crashes into a wall of glasses and plates beside them, slowing it down just enough for the brothers to escape. Leo kicks down the exit and sprints across the open field as the monster charges towards them. Mikey whines in fear, clutching his arms around Leo for dear life. The monster is quickly gaining speed. Closer and closer and closer—

BANG!!

The monster falls to the ground with a thud like a ragdoll and Leo stutters to a stop, staring at the damn thing to make sure it’s dead. Mikey heaves as he ducks into Leo’s shoulders, struggling to catch his breath.

“It’s okay, baby brother. You’re safe.”, Leo hushes, holding him closer.

He turns around to keep walking before a light shines over him.

“Don’t move!”

Mikey turns to the light, seeing a soldier point his rifle at them. There’s other military nearby.

“M-My brother’s hurt!”, Leo calls out. “His ankle—”

“Stop right there!”, the soldier commands.

Leo takes a step back, softening his voice. “...Okay. Take it easy. We’re not sick!”

The soldier lowers his weapon, pressing into his walkie. “I got two civilians by the river, one of ‘em injured.” The radio beeps. “Ankle.”

Finally they’re safe. They’re going to be okay. They’re going to make it out of this mess. Mikey breathes, turning to Leo.

“W-w-what about Raph and Donnie?”, his voice quivers.

“We’re going to get you somewhere safe first.”, Leo soothes. “Then we’ll go back for them, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, repeat?”, the soldier speaks to the radio as if offended. The two snap their heads over to him, Leo stepping closer. The soldier immediately points his rifle up again. “Hey! No one told you to move!”, he warns. Then back to the radio. “Yes, sir.”

A pause.

“Yes, sir.”

And then another. The soldier lowers his rifle.

“...Yes, sir.”

With resolve, the rifle aims at the two again. They don’t even need mind meld to know what’s about to happen. Mikey clings to Leo tighter as Leo starts to step back, shaking his head.

“We’re not sick.”, he pleads.

The soldier approaches slowly.

“Sir…”

Slowly…

“WE’RE NOT SICK!!!”, Leo screams as he turns around but it’s too late. Rapid shots are and Mikey shrills as the two collapse to the ground, Mikey tumbling away from Leo’s arms.

Mikey gasps and sputters, before he knows it, he’s coughing up blood. His breathing kicks up as his heart races, a burning pain on his side sputtering blood everywhere. He puts his hands on it in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding but it hurts.

The soldier slowly approaches his brother and Mikey is rendered useless to stop him. Leo turns, putting his hands up.

“I’m sorry.”, the soldier says with an infliction in his tone.

“Please, don’t.”, Leo begs.

A loud gunshot is fired and the soldier collapses to the ground. Raph and Donnie approach with Donnie’s rifle still aimed at the soldier. Leo gets up, lifting his shirt to see that the bullet grazed him in his side. But the older brothers’ eyes are not on him. They’re on Mikey.

“...Oh God…”, Raph breathes.

Mikey tries to get his voice to work but he can’t. He doesn’t have to though, Leo spins around and stares at him too. The medic of the group scrambles over to his little brother.

“Oh no…No, no. No.”, he mutters, shushing Mikey as he approaches. “Okay…You’re okay. Y-You’re okay, move your hand, baby brother. Move your hand.”

Mikey does, gulping as he tries to catch his breath. But he could see it on Leo’s face, he doesn’t have much time left, does he? He could feel himself getting weak. He becomes more panicked. He doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to die. He can’t die! Not like this!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Leo swoops in to pick him up and it hurts like all fucking hell. Like Mikey’s on fire from the inside out. The youngest screams, pushing Leo back instinctively to stop the pain.

“I know, baby boy, I know, I know I know I know.”, Leo babbles. “I know it hurts.”

Mikey glances down, whining as he sees the blood spilling out of him more and more, taking his life with it. Leo presses his hands against Mikey’s wounds.

“Alright. Don’t look down, look up, look up.”, Leo urges. “Come on, Mikey. You’re okay, you’re okay.” His voice crumbles a bit as Mikey pushes him back more. It hurts so bad, he can’t take it anymore.

“I know I know I know I know, baby boy, I know I know.”, Leo babbles again as he becomes covered in his brother’s blood. “I know this hurts. You’re going to be okay. Alright…Mikey…Mikey, Mikey, listen to me.”

Mikey gasps for air that keeps leaving his lungs. He’s becoming tired. He feels the world start to spin, his brother’s voice echoing.

“I gotta get you up, okay?”, Leo urges sternly. “I gotta get you up.” Mikey shakes his head in despair but he knows he’s not getting his way. “Alright? Now, come on. You come on. I know, Mikey.”

Mikey screams in agony as Leo lifts him upright. The box turtle digging his nails into the slider. Trying to resist.

“No, no. I know I know I know I know I know I know.”, Leo repeats again like a broken record, his voice rising in pained urgency as he turns to the older brothers. “DONNIE! RAPH! HELP ME!!!”

Mikey gasps for air once more…but then he stops. All surrounding light fading. All surrounding sound fading. Himself...fading...

The older brothers stare down at the two. Raph already wailing in tears as Donnie stares back at his twin with despair.

“...Leo…”, he murmurs.

Leo pays them no mind, turning back to the youngest. “Come on, baby boy. I gotta get you up. C-Come on.”, he mutters.

But he feels the way Mikey’s body goes limp in his arms, his own dropping down as his head flops back. Eyes blank and slightly closed. He tries to ignore it as he tugs Mikey’s legs closer to scoop him up. Leo’s eyes water without his consent, sniffling and crying.

“Come on, we’ll get up. Come on, baby boy…”, he heaves. “C-....Come on… come— …Please…”

But he knows it. They all know it. Leo wraps his arms around Mikey’s body, rocking him back and forth as if to soothe the aching soul inside. He cradles his little baby brother in close, rocking and rocking and rocking. For he knows. Mikey is just…

Gone.

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Deadass started crying after writing this and stormed over to my little brother with no context like, "Don't you ever fucking die on me, got it?"

This new AU has me in a chokehold. Dw, it doesn't mean FCAU is not getting any love. I'm finishing that fuck. Plus, there's nothing new and crazy to add to this AU. It follows the exact same script as the show/game. I will be tweaking a few things tho which I'll discuss later. For now. Cry with me. =')

Reblogging helps artists! Same thing applies to writing!

#rotlou #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanfic #writing #one shot

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Negligence |Part 4|

Summary: While Eddie tries to make amends with Hellfire, Mary reconcile with Jason, as well as bond with Chrissy. Meanwhile, Steve arranges a double date with you. But would it be enough for you to move on from Eddie?

Warnings: swearing, smoking, abusive parent(s), weed consumption.

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Author’s Note: Hi everyone. I’m sorry that I haven’t updated in weeks. Been busy with work and I’m also currently recovering from a knee injury. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you’ll enjoy this part.

Eddie was parking outside your house, when you noticed Mary’s car was still there. You sighed, before telling Eddie, “Mary’s going to go mad when I walk in.”

“I’m sure that she’ll be fine,” Eddie replied, as he rubbed your shoulder. “She’ll be more pissed off with me than you.” After you two got out of the van, Eddie opened the back doors and took out your bike, while you grabbed your clothes and the roll ups. “If you want, I can get another tyre for your bike after band practice tomorrow,” he told you, as he leaned it against the wall.

“Yeah, thanks. I appreciate that,” you replied, as you grabbed the spare key from one of the flowerpots. “I’ll be at work though-“

“That’s okay. I can pick you up, if you want.”

You thanked him, before asking him, “What about the guys? Do you think they’ll let you play?”

“I doubt it, but I want to make amends with them. I mean, I have to face them sooner or later.”

As you unlocked the door, you asked him, “Do you want to come in?”

Eddie shook his head, as he replied, “I don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

You silently gazed at him, before you told him, “Well, I’ll need to give you your clothes back. So, maybe you can wait five minutes until I’ve gotten changed?”

Eddie nodded, before he opened the door and held it for you. “Mary, is that you?” You heard Cain ask, as you both stepped inside, closing the door.

“No, it’s me, Uncle Cain,” you replied, as you walked in the living room. Cain looked over to Eddie, as he exclaimed, “Ah Eddie, my boy. Long time no see. Why are you shirtless?”

Eddie realised that he didn’t have his shirt on, as Cain asked, “Have you two...?”

“No, God no,” you replied, before you began to explain. “My clothes got soaked, so Eddie let me borrow his.”

Cain chuckled, as you felt your cheeks burning up. You changed the subject as you asked, “Where’s Mary?”

“She and Jason went to his place,” Cain replied. “Something about his friend being in a bad way.”

At first, you and Eddie thought it was Chrissy, but then Cain confirmed that it was Patrick.

“McKinney?” Eddie exclaimed.

Suddenly, Cain asked Eddie, “Want something to drink, son?”

“Thanks, but I’m not staying,” Eddie replied. “I need to get back home before Wayne leaves for work.”

“I’m gonna get changed,” you announced.

Eddie nodded, before replying, “Okay.”

“I won’t be long.” You then ran upstairs and quickly changed.

After getting changed, you came downstairs and handed Eddie his clothes.

“I mentioned to Cain that I have roll-ups for him,” Eddie told you.

“Three months worth,” Cain chimed in. “Can you believe that?”

Cain chuckled while Eddie had put on his shirt. You told him while handing him his photo, “Here, it fell out of your pocket earlier.”

Eddie smiled as he said, “Thanks. I’ll see myself out.”

After saying goodbye, you closed the door before you went to see to your Uncle. Outside, Eddie was walking to his van and got in. He then looked at the photo and smiled at it, before he took out his wallet and put the photo in front of his photo of Chrissy. After he put his wallet away, he started up his van and drove off when he thought of the rest of the Hellfire club. He had reconciled with you, but he wasn’t sure if they would welcome him back.

A few moments later, Eddie was parking his van in front of the trailer, when he noticed Wayne opening the door. Eddie took a deep breath, before stepping out of his van. After shutting the door, he went up to Wayne who had a stern look on his face, as he said, “Before you yell at me about skipping school yester-“ Suddenly, Wayne wrapped his arms around a confused Eddie and hugged him.

“I’m just glad that you’re home safe, son,” Wayne told him, as Eddie reciprocated the hug, when Wayne continued to say, “But don’t think that you’re completely off the hook.”

Eddie chuckled, before apologising to his uncle. After letting go of him, Wayne patted his shoulder, before telling him, “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

Meanwhile, Mary and Chrissy were sitting on the couch, as Mary began to explain, “My older brother passed away several years ago. He was the golden child in the family, so she always doted on him. He was gonna go to Emerson after graduating. But one night, he was at a graduation party and got drunk. He died of alcohol poisoning.”

“I’m so sorry,” Chrissy softly replied, before letting Mary continue.

“After that, she kept pushing me to do the same things as him, and also kept comparing me to him. Things got worse, like if I didn’t get a certain grade, she wouldn’t let me eat or let me hang out with anyone.”

“Oh my god. Did you tell your Dad?”

Mary shook her head, before she replied, “I didn’t need to. He caught her being abusive towards me one day and threw her out of the house. No matter how much he loved her, he couldn’t forgive her for that.”

“And does Jason know about that?”

“Yeah. I hadn’t planned on telling him though. But he asked me about her one day, and I just told him everything. To be truthful, I didn’t plan on falling for him either.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” Mrs Carver called out before answering the door. “Laura.”

Mary and Chrissy turned to the door, when Chrissy went pale as she saw her mother standing outside.

“I’m here to pick up my children, Margaret,” Laura sternly told her, before she noticed her daughter. “Chrissy, there you are. Go and get Barnaby, I’m taking you home.”

A nervous Chrissy bit her lip, when Mary squeezed her hand. Chrissy turned to her, as Mary gave her an assured look, before she began to speak. “I’m not going-“

“Come on, sweetie,” Laura interjected. “I think that’s enough teenage drama now. Now, be a good girl and-“

“I said no!”

Laura glared at her, as she angrily asked, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Chrissy told her, as she stood up from the couch and approached her, with Mary behind her. “I’m not going, and neither is Barnaby.”

Laura gaped, as Chrissy told her, “Do you think that we would come home after you threatened me in front of not only Barnaby, but also Jason? No!”

“I think you should leave, Lau-“ Margaret began to speak, when Laura interrupted. “Not until they come home with me.”

“Didn’t you hear Chrissy?” Mary chimed in. “She said no!”

Laura glared at Mary, as she was about to open her mouth when Barnaby came downstairs, asking, “Chrissy, what’s going-?” He turned and froze as he saw his mother.

“Barnaby, sweetie, there you are,” Laura said, as she went up the stairs and grabbed his hand. “You and your sister are coming home.”

She was about to take him down the stairs when Barnaby held onto the handrail with his free hand.

“Barnaby, let go and come with me,” Laura sternly told him.

“No,” he whined, as he tried pulling away from her.

“Laura, you’re going to hurt h-“ Margaret began to tell her when Laura glared at her, as she spat, “Stay out of this.”

Barnaby started to wince, as Laura gripped his wrist tightly, as she began to threaten him, “If you don’t let go, young man, I’ll cut your hand off!”

“Leave him alone!” Chrissy shouted as she forcefully pulled Laura’s hand off Barnaby.

Laura glared at Chrissy and raised her hand, as she snarled, “You little-“

Laura was about to slap her, when Mary grabbed Laura’s wrist, pulling her away from Chrissy and Barnaby. As Chrissy comforted Barnaby, Mary began to yell at Laura, “Who do you think you are, treating your children like that?! You don’t deserve to be a mother!” Suddenly, Laura screamed as she began to attack Mary.

Meanwhile at the hospital, Jason was sitting by Patrick’s bed, while Chief Powell and Officer Callahan stood guard by the door, when the radio receiver went off, “We’ve got a disturbance at Loch Nora. Back up is required.”

Jason looked up, as he heard his own address coming from the radio. “I’ll be right there,” Chief Powell responded, before ordering Officer Callahan to stay. “Chief Powell, wait,” Jason called out, as he got up and rushed out of the room. “What’s going on?”

“You stay here,” Chief Powell told him.

“Please, I live there. Has something happened-?”

“We’re gonna check it out,” Powell had cut him off. “I will contact Officer Callahan when I find out something.”

After Powell left, Jason went back into the room, when Patrick softly asked him, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” a worried Jason replied, as he sat back down.

A few moments later at your place, you and your father were putting Cain to bed, when the phone rang. Your mother answered, “Hello? Yes, I’ll get her for you.” Your mother called out to you, letting you know that someone was asking for you. You took the phone off her and answered, “Hello?”

You heard Chrissy’s voice on the other end, saying your name. “Chrissy?” You asked.

You then heard her sob. “Chrissy, what’s wrong?”

“It’s...It’s Mary...she’s been...”

“Chrissy, take some deep breaths, and tell me what’s happened with Mary,” you calmly told her.

“Mary’s been attacked, by my...” Chrissy sharply inhaled, before telling you, “She’s been attacked by my mother.”

“Is she there? Mary?”

“No, Jason’s Mom took her to the hospital. The police had just arrested my mother...I need to get going. Powell needs me and Barnaby to make a statement.”

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll go there now. Bye.” After hanging up, you asked your father to take to the hospital, explaining what happened to Mary.

A moment later, you and your father made your way inside the hospital. You went up to the receptionist, asking where Mary was. As soon as the receptionist told you which room she was in, you and your father immediately went there. You poked your head through the door, finding Jason sitting beside Mary, talking. You noticed that her arm was in a sling. Mary turned to you, and said, “There you are. Where’ve you been?”

You slowly went inside, as you admitted, “I went to find Eddie.”

She sighed, before telling you, “I thought so, Wayne called earlier.”

As you sat down, you asked her, “How’s your arm?”

“It’s hurts, but it could’ve been worse,” Mary told you. “I just got back from X-Ray when I bumped into Jason.”

“So, I take it that you two...”

“Yeah, we are still together,” Mary replied, as Jason took her hand. “Chrissy told me everything.”

“How’s McKinney?” You asked Jason.

“He’s beaten up badly,” Jason began to reply. “Callahan’s on guard, in case his Dad shows up. I called Andy and Chance to keep an eye on him, while I stayed with Mary.”

“So, I take it that the hospital told you that I was here?” Mary asked.

“Actually, Chrissy called me,” you told her. “She said that her mother has been arrested.”

Suddenly, a deep male voice shouted in the distance, “Let me see my son!”

“Shit,” Jason muttered, recognising the voice. He had let go of Mary’s hand, before storming out of the room. Jason ran down the hallway, to see Patrick’s father, shouting at Officer Callahan, “Move out of my way!”

“He doesn’t want to see you!” Jason heard Andy’s voice from Patrick’s room. Jason could see that Patrick’s father was getting more aggravated, as the man shouted, “I have the right to see him! I’m his father!”

“No you don’t!” Jason yelled, causing the father to turn to him, and stomping towards him. Jason noticed that the man was under the influence, as he slurred, “What did you say, boy?”

“Just because you’re his father,” Jason retorted. “It doesn’t mean that you have the right, especially after what you did to him.”

Andy and Chance stepped outside of the room, as Patrick’s father began to lie, “I did nothing-“

“Really? Then explain how your knuckles got bloodied.”

Patrick’s father looked at his own knuckles, realising that he had dry blood on it, before he started sobbing, as he dropped to his knees. This gave Callahan the opportunity to arrest him, as he cautioned him, “You do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”

Early next morning, Jason was dropping you off at Family Video after you both came back from visiting Mary and Patrick at the hospital. “Thanks again for the lift,” you said, as you got out of his car.

“No problem,” Jason replied. “I can pick you up after work, if you want.”

“Thanks, but Eddie said that he can pick me up.”

“So, you guys really made up?”

“It’s still early days, but yeah.”

Jason gave you a small smile, before telling you, “I’ll see you later.”

As Jason drove off, you waved before going inside. You greeted Steve and Robin as you clocked in.

“How’s Mary?” Robin asked as she stacked some VHS tapes on top of the counter.

“She’s sprained her arm,” you replied, as you started stacking videos in the Comedy section. “She’s having a few more tests before they can discharge her.”

Meanwhile, Eddie was driving to Gareth’s place. As he was parking his van, he noticed that a young guy with dyed red hair was playing guitar with the rest of the band.

Three of the members stopped playing, as they saw a nervous Eddie approaching them.

“What do you want, Munson?” Gareth growled, as he got up from his stool.

“I’ve come to practice,” Eddie replied. “I’ve got my guitar in-“

“We don’t need you,” Jeff interjected. “We’ve got Cody.”

“Cody?” Eddie shifted his gaze at his replacement, as Grant told him, “Yeah, we met him at the music store yesterday.”

“And he’s a quick learner. He’s managed to learn our songs in a short time,” Gareth bragged.

Eddie knew that they didn’t want him back. Although, it had hurt him that he was being replaced, he accepted it. Eddie silently looked at the guys, and gave a small smile, as he said, “Okay. Well, good luck with the performance.”

Eddie turned around and headed to his van when Jeff sarcastically shouted,

“Don’t worry about us. At least you can spend more time with your girlfriend.”

Eddie stopped and turned back to them. Instead of admitting about his current relationship with Chrissy, he calmly told them. “I don’t expect any of you to forgive me for being an asshole. I don’t deserve to be part of the club or the band. So, you don’t have to worry about me being around, so...”

Eddie turned around again, as he began to choke, before he headed to his van. After getting in, Eddie wiped the tears from his eyes, before he began to drive off, leaving the rest of the boys in the garage. Suddenly, Grant turned to the guys, as he asked, “Do you think we should’ve let him practice? He’s seemed genuine-”

Gareth scoffed, “He made his bed, he should lie in it. Come on, we better practice.”

Back at Family Video, you were logging in the returned videos when Steve approached you. You leaned to the side away from the computer, as Steve leaned forward on the counter. “What do you need?” You asked.

Steve spread his arms out, as he retorted, “What makes you think I need something?”

“You have that puppy look on your face when you need something.” You sat up, as you asked, “Okay, what days do you want me to cover your shifts for your dates?”

“Well, it’s just one date,” Steve began to reply. “But I don’t need you to cover for me, because... I want to ask if you would go with me?”

You furrowed your brows, as you asked, “You’re asking me out on a date?”

“Yes, well...double date actually. My date, Gwen, she’s got a friend who’s single and she wanted to set him up with someone, so I kinda suggested you.”

“What?” You gaped.

“I thought after with everything with Eddie, I thought a date might cheer you up.” Steve sighed, before telling you, “Okay look, I’ll call her and I’ll tell her that you can’t-“

“I’ll go.”

“Really?”

You nodded, when Steve grabbed your head and kissed the top of it, before tousling your hair, as he thanked you. You tidied up your hair, as Steve went back to do his work.

Hours later, you and Robin were waiting for Steve to lock up, as he asked you, “Do you need a ride?”

You looked over to find Eddie standing outside his van, smoking. As he waved at you, you turned to Steve and told him, “No need. But thanks.”

After saying goodbye to Steve and Robin, you ran up to Eddie and greeted him, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Eddie replied, before stubbing out his cigarette. He then rushed to the passenger door and opened it for you. You thanked him, as he helped you up, before closing the door for you. As you buckled up, Eddie got in before he buckled up. He then started up his van, before driving off.

Throughout the journey, you asked Eddie how his day was. “Well, I got your tyre. I went to your place earlier and fixed your bike.”

You thanked him when Eddie cleared his throat before confessing, “I, uh...I went to Gareth’s earlier. They’ve found my replacement.”

You gave him a sad smile when Eddie sighed, before telling you. “I’m gonna quit Hellfire.”

“What?” You gaped.

“Well, seeing as I’m no longer welcome to the band, I figured that they will kick me out anyway, after the way I treated you all. So, it seems like the best choice for everyone if I left. At least they won’t have me around screwing them over anymore.”

“I’m sorry. I know how much you love Hellfire...and the band.”

“Yeah, well...if I loved them both, I wouldn’t have screwed up.”

You bit your lip, when Eddie cleared his throat again, before asking you, “But enough about me. What about you? How was your day?”

“Well,” you began to reply. “No injuries today, so it’s all good.” You and Eddie chuckled, before you admitting, “Steve’s arranged a double date and he’s asked me to go.”

You looked up at him, smirking at you, as you asked, “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie replied as he giggled.

“No, what?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t think that you and Harrington were...”

You raised your hands, as you chuckled, “Okay okay. First of all, Steve and I are not a thing, and secondly, he’s just setting me up with his date’s friend.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

You both laughed, as you made it to your street.

“So, when’s the big date?” Eddie asked.

“Tuesday night,” you replied. “We’re going to Enzo’s.”

“Ooh...How very posh,” Eddie said in a posh British accent, as he pulled over to your driveway.

You chuckled, as you responded in the same accent, “Yes, absolutely spiffing.”

You both continued to laugh, as Eddie parked his van, while you noticed your bike with the new tyre. You thanked him for the lift and for fixing your bike, as you got out. “Wait here,” you told him. “I’ll get the money for-“

“No need, sweetheart,” Eddie interjected. You smiled as you closed the door.

“I’ll see you at school,” you said.

Eddie smiled, as he said goodbye to you, before driving off. You waved goodbye, before you went inside your house.

The next day at school, you were walking inside the building, when you spotted Eddie and Chrissy coming out of the principal’s office.

You greeted the pair of them, when Eddie told you, “We’ve just seen Higgins. We didn’t get detention. But, we’re not allowed to attend Prom.”

Eddie turned to Chrissy and began to apologise, “I’m sorry again Chrissy. You have to miss prom because of me.”

“It’s fine, Eddie,” Chrissy replied, as she patted his shoulder. “There’re more important things than prom right now.”

Suddenly, Eddie stopped when he saw the younger Hellfire members by Dustin’s locker. “I need to do something,” he told you and Chrissy. “I’ll see you guys in a minute.”

You and Chrissy walked to class when you bumped into Jason. After greeting him, the three of you continued to walk, as Chrissy told you both about her current situation, involving social services putting Barnaby into care.

Meanwhile, Eddie approached the freshmen as he took out his folded Hellfire shirt from his bag. He greeted them, when Mike asked as he crossed his arms. “Can we help you?”

Eddie handed his shirt to Dustin, as he told them, “I’m revoking my position in Hellfire, I figured you guys will kick me out anyway.” As the older Hellfire boys approached them, shooting death glares at him, Eddie gulped before he continued to speak, voice cracking, “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you all. I don’t expect any of you to forgive me.”

You came out of the classroom, as you heard Gareth snapping at Eddie, “Yeah, we don’t! You had the nerve to cancel Hellfire last week and then come to rehearsals yesterday like it’s all forgotten! Screw you, Munson!”

Eddie silently sobbed when he felt a hand on his back. He turned to find you standing next to him. You then took Eddie’s hand, which shocked the Hellfire members, and softly told him while you rubbed his back, “Come on, let’s get to class.” The rest of the Hellfire gaped at your actions, as you and Eddie were walking to the classroom. “She’s not seriously friends with him again?” Gareth scoffed. “After the way he treated her? I’m surprised that Chrissy didn’t come and get him. She’s supposed to be his girlfriend.”

“You do know that she and Eddie broke up, right?” Lucas asked.

“What?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, Andy and Chance told me earlier when Jason took her to school.”

Later on at lunchtime, you were getting your lunch out of your locker when Jason approached you.

“Hey,” he greeted you.

“Hi,” you replied, as you closed and locked your locker.

“Do you know when Mary’s being discharged?”

“They said that she might be discharged tomorrow.”

As the pair of you walked away from your locker, you noticed that Eddie was walking out of the building. “I heard that Munson’s been replaced by Cody Grayson,” Jason told you.

“He’s also quit Hellfire,” you revealed. “He handed in his shirt earlier. Gareth snapped at him when I came out to find Eddie. I know what he did was shitty, but he’s trying.”

“I know.”

After Eddie left the building, you turned to Jason, before telling him, “I’m gonna sit with Eddie today. I’ll see you later?”

Jason nodded, before you both parted ways. You were exiting the building when you bumped into Gareth.

“Where are you going?” He asked, as he crossed his arms.

“Outside,” you retorted, as you walked past him when he called out, “How can you stand to be around him, after the way he treated us all?”

You turned to him, as you told him, “He’s trying, that’s what matters. He wanted me to cut him out of his life, but I didn’t want to because it wouldn’t make me feel better.”

“Maybe you should’ve.”

You huffed, before telling him, “I gotta go.”

You turned your heels and walked out of the building.

A short moment later, Jason was heading to the jocks table where he spotted Chrissy there. She greeted him, as he sat down, before they engaged in a conversation.

At the Hellfire table, most of the members were looking over when Mike asked, “So, are they back together? I thought he was with Mary.”

“Well, I guess now she’s available, he’s taking his chance to get her back,” Jeff replied.

Suddenly, Jason turned to find Hellfire members looking at the jocks table, causing them to look away.

Suddenly, Gareth went up to the table and sat down, before commenting, “Can’t believe she’s sticking with him, after the way he treated her.”

“What happened?” Grant asked.

Gareth told them that he bumped into you, before mentioning your argument about Eddie.

“Man, how can she stand to be around him?” Jeff asked.

“Where’s Henderson?” Gareth asked, as he noticed that the seat next to Grant was unoccupied.

“He said that he needed to do something,” Lucas replied, before taking a bite of his sandwich.

Meanwhile in the woods, Eddie was smoking his cigarette when he saw you approach him. You waved at him, before you sat opposite him. “Hey sweetheart,” Eddie said, smiling at you.

You greeted back, as you gave him a small smile.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, as he noticed your vacant expression.

You sighed before responding, “I bumped into Gareth earlier. We had an argument.”

“About me, no doubt.”

You nodded, before telling him, “But let’s not worry about it now.” You took out your lunch out of your bag, given Eddie half of your sandwich, as well as an apple when he asked, “Can’t I have a chocolate bar instead?”

“No,” you retorted, before eating your sandwich, as Eddie groaned, “Come on, I’m a growing boy.”

You rolled your eyes, as you took out a musketeer bar. You were about to hand it to him, when you took it back before Eddie could grab it. “You can have it after you’ve eaten your apple.”

“Fine,” Eddie whined as you giggled when you both suddenly heard a twig snap. You turned your head to find Dustin walking up to the table.

“Dustin? What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I was hoping to talk to Eddie,” Dustin replied. You turned to a nervous Eddie when Dustin approached the table and said, “I just want to talk, that’s all.”

Eddie nodded, when you got up and said, “I’ll leave you guys to it.”

“It’s okay, you can stay,” Dustin said.

You sat back down, scooting to the end of the bench, making room for Dustin.

Dustin sat down next to you, as he asked, “So...You guys have really reconciled?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied. You nodded, before asking Dustin, “So, did the guys send you here to spy on us?”

“No, I told Lucas that I had something to do,” Dustin replied, before telling Eddie. “Besides, I figured that the last thing you wanted was the others tearing at you.”

Eddie gave a small smile, before telling him ,“Well like I said, I don’t deserve to be in Hellfire or the band. I mean, I did treat you guys like shit for quite some time.” He then turned to you, as he said, “And you too.”

“Well, you’ve owned up to being a asshole,” Dustin replied. “That’s something.”

Eddie gave him a small smile, before replying, “If only the others could understand.”

You suddenly put your hand on top of Eddie’s, as you told him, “Give them time. I’m sure they’ll come round. Well, it’ll probably take Gareth longer, but you guys will make up.”

Eddie thanked you, before he started eating his sandwich when Dustin noticed the musketeers bar on the table. “Oh, Musketeers,” Dustin exclaimed, as he picked it up and unwrapped it, before eating the nougat bar. “Hey, that was mine,” Eddie whined with his mouth full.

“You’ve still got an apple,” you retorted, as Dustin gave Eddie an apologetic shrug, while telling him, “Sorry.”

You were eating your sandwich, when Dustin told Eddie, “I’m sorry for calling you a son of a bitch the other day.”

“You didn’t call me that,” a confused Eddie replied.

“Yeah, I did. You just weren’t there.”

Eddie chuckled, before replying, “Well, apology accepted, big guy.”

The two boys smiled at each other, as they continued to eat, unaware that Lucas and Mike were behind the trees, listening in as they exchanged sympathetic glances.

The next day in the afternoon, Mary was getting ready after being officially told that she was being discharged from the hospital. Mary was waiting for your dad to pick her up as she packed her belongings when she heard a knock on her door.

She turned to find Jason standing in the doorway. She smiled as she greeted him, when Jason came in and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I heard that you were being discharged today,” he told her.

“Yeah, my uncle’s picking me up. If I knew that you were coming, I would’ve told him not to.”

Mary was picking up her stuff one at a time, when Jason picked up some stuff, as he said, “Let me help you with that.”

Mary thanked him, as he helped put her things in her bag.

“How’s Patrick?” She asked.

“He’s still sore,” Jason replied. “His dad’s been charged. I told him that he can stay with me and Chrissy once he’s been discharged.”

“Has Chrissy heard anything about her mom?”

“Yeah...She’s still in custody. Chrissy’s decided to have a restraining order against her. We had social services at my place earlier, and they want to temporarily put Barnaby in a care home.”

“What?”

“Chrissy wants him with her, but as she’s going to college in a few months, and there’s no relatives close by to look after him, they told her that they’ll have to put him there.”

“Shit.”

Mary bit her lip, when Jason told her, “But, my parents are considering in fostering him.”

Mary looked up at him, as Jason explained, “Well, at least if they can foster him, it’ll put Chrissy’s mind at ease.”

Suddenly, they heard the door knock. They turned to find your dad standing outside. “You ready, love?” He asked.

“I’m almost packed,” Mary replied, when Jason turned to her, and said, “I’ll leave you to it.”

Mary nodded, before Jason gave her a kiss. As he was leaving, Mary called out to him, “Jason?”

“Yeah?” Jason replied.

“I hope your folks will be able to foster him.” Jason thanked her, before leaving the room, greeting your dad on the way out.

Meanwhile, you were looking for an outfit to wear for the double date, with Robin and Nancy helping you. As you searched, you muttered, “Why did I agree to go on the double date?”

“Let me see what we can work with,” Nancy replied, as she got up from your bed, while Robin was scoping around your room, looking at your stuff. “Don’t touch anything fragile,” you told Robin, causing her to roll her eyes at you. Meanwhile, Nancy was pulling out some items of clothing, putting them in front of you while you both stood in front of the mirror, as she said, “So, tell us about the guy Steve set you up with.”

“Well, his name’s David, and he works part time at a book shop while studying English Literature at college,” you replied, as Nancy picked out a pink dress. You shook your head, not wanting to wear it when Robin picked up a dragon ornament. You gasped as you rushed up to her and took it off her, before you scolded, “Robin, please don’t touch it. The Hellfire club got me this.”

Robin apologised, as you gently put it down in its’ rightful place.

“Speaking of Hellfire,” Nancy began to speak. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t sat with them or the jocks at lunch in the last two days.”

You turned back to your wardrobe and continued to look for an outfit when Nancy asked, “Where’ve you been?”

You froze as you held your hand on the hanger. You exhaled before confessing, “I’ve...been with Eddie. In the woods.”

Nancy and Robin gaped as you said, “I know what you’re thinking. Why am I spending time with the guy who had been an asshole to me and his friends?”

“So, why are you?” Nancy asked.

You sighed, as you sat on the bed, before telling them, “He was ready for me to cut him off. But I didn’t want to, because it wouldn’t have made me feel better. Ever since he had decided to quit the club and the band had replaced him, he’s been distancing himself from most of the group. I guess he still feels ashamed of how he had been treating us.”

“Well, not everyone. He’s still talking to Chrissy, even though they’ve broken up,” Robin blurted.

“She’s also spending time with Jason,” you retorted. “To be fair, he’s letting her and her little brother stay with him.”

You then picked out a red dress, as you continued to speak, “And besides, I’m not the only one who’s been with Eddie at lunch. Dustin’s hung out with us since yesterday, and also, Lucas and Mike joined us today.”

“Okay, just...be careful,” Nancy told you as she put her hand on your shoulder, while you put the red dress away. “The last thing we want is for you to get hurt by him again.”

“Well, you guys don’t need to worry, because Eddie and I never gonna happen. I’ve accepted that,” you replied, as you picked out a blue dress. You smiled at it before you put in front of you, as you turned to Nancy and Robin and asked, “What about this?”

Both girls nodded, before you took the dress off the hanger and changed into it.

A couple of hours later, you were silently waiting in the living room for Steve to pick you up, when Cain, who was taking a huff of his blunt, before he asked, “So, what’s this guy you’re seeing tonight like?”

“Not sure,” you replied. “All I know that he’s a college student and he’s works part time.”

“Well, as long as he treats you well. Otherwise, he’ll have to answer to me.”

You giggled, as he took another puff when you heard a knock on the door.

“Oh, that might be Steve,” you exclaimed, as you got up from the couch, putting on your cardigan. You picked up your bag and went to answer the door.

To your surprise, you find Eddie standing outside.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” You asked, when Mary came downstairs. She stood next to you as she told him, “I hope you’re not here to persuade my cousin to not go on her date.”

“Mary,” you told her in a hushed tone.

“Actually, Wayne sent me to give this to you guys,” Eddie retorted as he lifted up a plastic bag. “Our neighbour made some dessert for us. But there’s still a lot leftover, so...”

Eddie handed the bag to you, as you thanked him.

“I’ll take it,” Mary said, as she took it off you with one hand.

As Mary went to the kitchen, Eddie asked you, “She’s still pissed off with me then?”

“Don’t worry. She’s just still in too much pain to be pissed off,” you quietly told him.

Eddie took notice of your outfit, as he asked, “So, are you excited about your date tonight?”

“More nervous than excited to be honest,” you replied, as you crossed your arms.

“Hey,” Eddie began to speak, as he put his hand on your shoulder. “Harrington will be there, so you’ll be fine.”

You silently nodded, as Eddie moved his hand away, putting it in his pocket.

“So, are you going to the Hideout?” You suddenly asked.

Eddie silently gazed at you, when you began to apologise, realising what you had asked, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Eddie reassured you. “Nah. Wayne grounded me after I confessed that I was arrested.”

Suddenly, you and Eddie heard a car pull up in your driveway.

You looked over to find Steve’s BMW parked there.

Steve got out of his car, and waved as he greeted you.

You waved back, before you called out to Mary and Cain, “Steve’s here! I’ll see you later!”

“Have fun!” Mary shouted, as you stepped out of house and closed the door behind you. As you and Eddie walked up to Steve’s car, Steve asked, “What brings you here, Eddie?”

Before Eddie could reply, you explained, “He was dropping something off for me.”

Eddie turned to you, as he told you, “I better get going. Have fun on your date.”

You thanked him, before Eddie told Steve, “You too, Steve.” He then pointed at you, as he told him, jokingly, “Have her home by ten.”

The three of you chuckled, when Eddie opened the door for you. You thanked him, as you sat in Steve’s car. After closing the door, Eddie had bid you and Steve good night, before rushing to his van. As Steve got in the car, you looked at Eddie through your rear view mirror, hoping that the date will help you get over your crush on him.

“Hey,” Steve began to speak, as he put his hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

You silently nodded, before Steve started up his car and started driving to the restaurant.

#stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham

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Peak into the future

SpiderPool in the far future:

Izuku: Kacchan please get off

Katsuki: no

Izuku: Please I really have to finish this

Katsuki: no

Izuku: This report is due on Friday and I'm barely done with the introduction. If you could just-

Katsuki: no

Izuku: don't make me hurt you

Katsuki raises a brow, hugging Izuku tighter

Izuku: Okay well that's on me for threatening a masochist

Katsuki: Your self deprication is showing

Izuku: I am NOT-

Katsuki glares

Izuku: I'm not!

Katsuki: okay Markiplier Izuku: I'm not the one who threw a toaster in the bath

Katsuki: Yeah but you filled up the fucking tub

Izuku: because I didn't think you would THROW A TOASTER IN IT!

Katsuki: Still an accomplice for an attempted murder Izuku: STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT WITH YOUR JOKES AND LET ME DO MY WORK!

Katsuki smirks and kisses the back of his neck: No 🧡

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Izuku: Kacchan

Katsuki: what?

Izuku pouts: Kacchaaannn

Katsuki: Your whining isn't really helping progress this conversation. Try expanding your vocabulary

Izuku takes a deep breath and Katsuki smirks in amusement

Izuku: Kacchan, you are such an important part of my life and I treasure our relationship and the time we spend together -

Katsuki: cringe

Izuku: - But I need you to take off what you're wearing right now before I do it for you

Katsuki: Oohhh sexy~ Izuku: Bakugou Katsuki, take off my hero suit right now before your massive tits rip the seams and I rip off your dick

Katsuki: sexy words, not so sexy scenario

Izuku whines: Kachaaaannnnn

Katsuki: your whining achieves nothing but turn me on

Izuku:

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Katsuki: Deku...

Izuku: hm

Katsuki: Deku

Izuku: Mhm totally

Katsuki: Izuku!

Izuku: Oh yeah sure, you're so right, Kacchan. Could you pass my 1/4 standard wrench?

Izuku holds out his hand, goggles fixated on his work

Katsuki frowns and places a bento box on his hand

Izuku holds it up and looks at Katsuki after ignoring him for the past 15 minutes since he got there: Kacchan, my tool box is next to you

Katsuki: And YOU haven't eaten anything all day Izuku: You're exaggerating. I just got started

Katsuki: You've been in here since 5 in the morning

Izuku: Yeah and it's only 9

Katsuki frowns and walks over to the digital clock covered in sticky notes, ripping off the one showing that it said PM

Izuku: oh... must be broken? Katsuki glares and marches over to Izuku who quickly waves his free arm in the air

Izuku: WAIT WAIT WAIT! I'M ALMOST DONE I SWEAR! If I don't finish this now I'm gonna forget where I left off and then I'll have to retrace my steps which is gonna take longer so give me another- Katsuki cut him off easily, jumping up to grab Izuku by his shirt and pulls him off the step ladder he stood on. He had a tight hold of his nerdy "Work Shirt". Their faces only an inch apart

Blazing red meets wavering Green

Katsuki: I'm taking you home

Izuku: B-but-

Katsuki: Boobs. Now shut the fuck up or I swear to Kami, I will baby bird feed you that katsudon

Izuku: You made me katsudon?

Hitoshi: Did you not hear the baby bird feeding part?

Ochako: I think it's a kink thing

Hitoshi: Gross. I'm kink shaming you both Katsuki: THE FUCK ARE YOU ASSHOLES DOING HERE?!

Hitoshi: I LET you in here, Bomb-For-Brains

Ochako: I called you here because everyone, but Deku-kun, heard his stomach growl

Izuku: Uraraka-San! Katsuki: Alright. Fuck this. Nerd, we're leaving and I'm gonna feed you until you pass out

Ochako whispers to Hitoshi: Think it's another kink thing?

Hitoshi: Yes. Everyone get out of my lab Shoto looks up from his place by the fridge, sipping cold soba noodles: Aw...

Hitoshi: ... WHO INVITED YOU HERE?!

#BkdkSpiderPool #bkdk #mha bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x izuku #midoriya izuku #deku #kacchadeku #kachan #spiderpoolau #fanfic #writting #story #bkdk fanfic

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double-hoe-seven · 2 years ago

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Happy Endings

Kinktober Day 4: Massage

Summary: You invite Darry over under slightly false pretenses, but things end the way they always do when he visits. Pairing: Darry Curtis x Reader Word Count: 1,335 Warnings: Smut, some swearing

A/N: Sorry I’ve been slipping over here y’all. It’ll be a minute to get back into the groove of things, but I swear I’m trying.

"Hey Steve, is Darry there?" You asked with a hum when someone finally picked up the phone. "Why do you wanna speak to him? I'm right here, baby." He joked. You could hear them fighting for control of the handset. "Gimme that." You heard Darry grumble before you heard the phone briefly fall, followed by a soft thud and Steve's incoherent grumbling. "Hey, baby. How was work?" Darry finally greeted. "It was good. How was yours?" You asked with a hum, fidgeting with the cord some. "Same old, same old." He answered nonchalantly. "Well, my roommate's gonna be gone for a few days visiting her parents. I was thinkin' maybe you'd like to come over." You suggested. You heard him briefly drop the phone, fighting back a quiet laugh at the sound of him scrambling to pick it up again. "Y-yeah, I'd love that! Anything I need to bring?" He asked. "Nope, I've got it all here." You chirp. "Be there soon, babe." He said quickly before you both hung up. You could only imagine the teasing he'd received from his friends while you cleaned your place up some.

Sixteen minutes later, he's knocking on the front door, immediately pulling you into a kiss the second you open it. Your arms fly around his neck as you carefully pull him into the apartment, closing the door behind him. "How's your back?" You ask, gently pecking his lips between your words. "Same as always, darlin'." He hums, gradually trailing kisses down to your neck. "You work too hard, you know?" You mumble as you lead him back to your room. "You sound like my brothers." He grumbles as you more or less push him to take a seat on the bed. "You know, if a bunch of people say something, maybe it's true." You hum as you take his shirt off. He lets out a huff and lays down on his stomach. Carefully, you straddle the backs of his legs to massage his back. "You lured me here under false pretenses." He huffs half-jokingly. "I never asked you to come over for sex." You remind him with a small smile as you work on the knots in his shoulders. "Besides, what have we all told you about carrying too much roofing up at once?" You chide. "I don't-fuck!" He objects, groaning when you put more pressure on his right shoulder. "You don't what?" You ask with a hum, lightening up when you feel the knot dissipate. He mockingly repeated after you, hissing as you started on another big knot.

"Why do I fall for this every single time?" He mutters. "Because you love me, because your subconscience knows you need it, and because you know you need it too." You answer for him. After almost 45 minutes of getting various knots out of his muscles and making him relax, he carefully rolls onto his back without throwing you off. "Feeling better?" You ask softly, moving that stubborn tuft of hair out of his face. "Almost." He hums with a small smirk. Leaning down, you cup his cheek and give him a soft kiss. "I don't need you working yourself to death before we get married." You mutter against his lips. "I'll be more carefully, baby." He swore as his hand slipped underneath your shirt. He gave you a look when he finally pulled the fabric off and tossed it aside. "No bra?" He asks with a perky smile. "You're predictable." You tease, unbuttoning his jeans. "You ain't complaining, are you?" He asks with a smirk. "Hmm... not yet."

Carefully, he maneuvers you both so he's on top, using his forearm to keep his weight off of you while using the other to push down his jeans. He easily pushed down your shorts, kissing you again as he ran his thumb through your petals before slowly circling your clit with his digit. He softly nipped your bottom lip before peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking softly a few times to leave the faintest lovebites. His fingers slowly teased your entrance while he focused on the sweet spot in the crook of your neck. He waited until you were emitting soft whines beneath him before pulling his hand back and smirking at your arousal glistening on his fingers. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out one of the condoms you kept there for when he stayed the night. His boxers were quickly kicked off to the side with the rest of the clothes before he ripped the package open and put it on. He looked to you for permission after situation himself at your entrance, and when you gave the nod, he slowly thrust his hips forward. He leaned down to capture your lips in a more impassioned kiss, cupping your cheek as he starts a slow push and pull of his hips. He wrapped your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss more as he fell into a rhythm.

Darry kept his thrusts at a slower, more tender pace. His lips seldom wandered from yours, only going to the lovebite he was leaving on your neck before returning to your lips to muffle the sound of your moans when you started getting louder to keep from disturbing the neighbors. "I love you so much, doll." He mumbled lazily against the skin. "I love you too, Darry." You muttered back before pulling him into another kiss. His hand again fell between your bodies to toy with your clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles over it before speeding up, occasionally pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your nails dug into his shoulders when you felt your release rapidly approaching. A small whine of his name had him speeding up his hips to meet you on the edge of orgasmic bliss. When he felt your walls tensing and tightening around him, he fell over that edge with a groan and a swear, taking you with him. His lips crashed into yours in a desperate attempt to stop each other from disturbing the entire south side of town.

His forehead rested against yours as you both caught your breath on your way back to earth. The feeling of him slowly pulling out sent a shiver up your spine. He tied and discarded the used rubber before getting back into bed beside you, drawing you flush against his chest and kissing your forehead. After stretching out, you happily snuggled up to his chest, draping your arm around his waist. "You know, I'm still kinda waiting for you to realize you can do better than a greaser like me." He admits after a few minutes of silence. "I don't think there's anyone better than you, Darry." "You could've chosen any of your brother's other friends, and you picked me." He says with a small frown. "I picked the sweetest, the smartest, the strongest, and most importantly, the nicest. I'd pick you every time, Darrel." You swear. "Whether or not you realize it, Darry, you're a phenomenal guy and an even better catch. I love you for you. You're my happy ending." He lets it sink in for a moment, a small smile on his face before he snickers quietly. "What's so funny?" You ask. "I'm pretty sure you're the happy ending, darlin'." He teases, laughing more. You groan at the terrible pun and roll onto your other side while he's still chuckling to himself, "c'mon, that's funny baby." "I'll give it a 2/10." You deadpan. "Aw c'mon, darlin', you know that's funny." He teases, spooning you from behind. "I don't wanna hear another dad joke outta you until we have kids." You retort with a small smirk, knowing that usually stops him. "We can easily make that happen, you know." He counters in a lowered voice, making your face heat up. Your mouth falling open some in surprise. He leans over you to kiss your temple softly, reaching over and turning the beside light off. "Goodnight babe."

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker

#Darry Curtis x Reader #Darry Curtis Smut #Darrel Curtis x Reader #Darrel Curtis Smut #Kinktober 2022 #The Outsiders smut #I just want Darry to have soft times with his love #He deserves that much at least

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kusuguricafe · 2 years ago

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Tickletober Day 5 - Punishment

Summary: mammon refuses to pay back a loan from levi, so mc decides to teach him a lesson

Characters: lee!mammon, ler!mc

⚠️ Content warning: intense tickling/tickle torture (but don't worry, mc gives him loving aftercare)

“Mammon, you have to pay him back.”

“But I bought him a Ruri-chan figure! Isn’t that enough?”

“You borrowed way more than that was worth. You have to pay him back the rest.”

About a week ago, Mammon had bribed Leviathan to loan him a considerable amount of Grimm. He had spent it all by now, of course. But hey, cut him some slack, at least he kept his promise of buying him a limited edition Ruri-chan figure off of Wahoo Devildom auctions. Suuure, he might’ve used some of the money he borrowed from Levi to buy it, but there’s no way he would find out. Right?

“Aarrghh! Damn it! You can’t make me!”

“Oh, but I can. Have you forgotten?”

Oh. That’s right. He had forgotten. Damn pact!

“Tch, fine. Whatever. Make me give it back, then. Go on.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“You’re not??”

“No. I have something else in mind.” MC smirked.

Mammon gulped.

“I bet you didn’t even buy that figure with your own money, did you?”

“Wha? No! I would never!”

MC chuckled. “Sure, sure. Of course you wouldn’t”

“That’s right! Don’t you dare go around disgracing the Great Mammon’s name like that! S-so, er, what’re you gonna do?”

“You will pay him back, but I think you need a proper punishment first.”

“Who are ya, Lucifer?? Ya can’t be serious, MC!”

“Funny you mention him, because I was actually going to use one of the tactics he’s used on you before.”

“Please don’t hang me from the ceiling!!”

“Don’t worry, it’s not that. Now, walk over to your bed and sit down.”

Mammon did as he was told, as he had no choice.

“Take your shirt off. Hands behind your head. Don’t move.”

He did so. “MC, a-are ya sure about this? I-I won’t do it again, I swear!”

MC walked over to the bed and straddled Mammon’s thighs.

“I’m sure,” they shot him a wicked grin.

Mammon gulped and suddenly, MC’s demeanor shifted.

“Cooooochie coochie coo~! Who’s a ticklish little demon, huh? You are! Yes you are!!”

“HaAH!? WHAAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAAA! NOHO MC DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!!”

MC began skittering their fingers all over Mammon’s bare upper body, and all he could do was sit there and take it.

“PlehEEEASE!! IT’S SO BAHAHAHAD!”

“You think this is bad? I’ll show you bad.”

“WAHAIT! Wait wait wait nonononononohoho I didn’t mean it I didn’t meanAAAHAAAAAA!!”

MC dug their devious digits into Mammon’s ribcage mercilessly. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes after a few minutes of this, threatening to fall any second. No begging or pleading seemed to be doing him any good, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

“PLEHEHEEEASE THIS IS TORTORE!! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WAHAHAHANT!”

“Anything?” MC finally slowed down, “You realize you’re in that position already.”

“I know, b-but…” Mammon gazed up at MC with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

MC was taken aback. They stopped for a moment.

“Hm… I’ll consider it.” They began scritching under his arms, more gently now.

“Eehehehehe nohoho! Ihihit t-tihihickles…”

“Aw, does it tickle, baby? Can the great Mammon not take a little tickling?”

“I wouldn’t c-cahahall this a little.”

“How about down here?”

“N-noho! P-plehease, not the thighs, nOT THE THIGHS NAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOHOHOHO!!”

“Oh c’mon, I know you secretly like this.”

Mammon blushed furiously. MC scooched backwards down Mammon’s legs and continued to knead his inner thighs, occasionally squeezing that spot above his knees that made him squeal.

“IHIHI’LL PAY HIM BAHACK TWOFOLD!! ALRIHIHIGHT!?”

MC had already forgotten why they were doing this in the first place.

“And?” but the chance to mess with him even further was too good to pass up.

“AHAHAND?? I DON’T KNOHOHOW! W-WHATEVER YOU WAHAHAHANT!!”

“How about… You clean my room in a maid dress for a month.”

“A MOHOHOHONTH!?”

“Fine, two weeks. Deal?”

“DEAL DEAL DEHEHEHEHEAL JUST STAHAHAHAHAP!!!”

MC finally let up. “Alright, you can move again.”

Mammon’s arms immediately shot back down. He wrapped them around his middle, still giggling.

“I’ll go get you some water, okay? You were a real trooper,” MC smiled. “Be right back!” They kissed his forehead sweetly.

“Th-thank you.”

Once they came back and handed him the glass, he drank it all hastily.

“I can’t believe I agreed to that,” he said, covering his eyes with his left hand.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stay between us. I won’t let the others see.”

“You’re a real handful, you know.”

“I know,” MC winked.

#tickletober2022 #augtickletober2022 #tickling #intense tickling #tw tickle torture #tickle fic #mammon #mc #lee!mammon #ler!mc #obey me!#princess scrawlings

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years ago

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hi I hope you’re feeling good and staying hydrated

I was wondering if you would feel comfortable with writing a poly!marauders x reader one shot where she struggles with eating, especially sweets - and the boys being supportive etc. idk I just feel guilty even for wanting to eat something or drink a hot cocoa.

sorry if that was all over the place and sorry if I made you uncomfortable that’s the last thing I wanted to do. really sorry, love you so much

hi! I'm glad you requested this, I really hope you find some sort of comfort in this. I want you to know that you deserve to eat and if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always message me privately. I would love to help however I can.

- quick note before you read, I included Peter (young, of course), I tried to not make his character really talkative in case you only wanted the main three.

The marauders when you struggle with eating

word count: 2292

THIS CAN BE VERY TRIGGERING, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ THE WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING!!

[ warning: fem reader, eating issues/(disorder?), HEAVY description of guilt revolving food, swearing, nicknames such as “love” and “pup”, slight kissing, hand holding, anxiety, multiple romantic partners ]

You stared through a crack between your bed curtains, completely in the dark aside from a small glow of light. You can barely tell the time if you slide ever so slightly, making you aware of the bare feeling in your stomach.

8:49 am, was read in bright red digital lights. Your face doesn't shift to another expression other than complete mellowness. You denied to hear what your dorm mates were yelling at you. "[ name ]! One last chance to get out of bed or I'm leaving for breakfast without you!"

You yelled a small "whatever", fed up with the constant yelling. You wanted to be alone with this empty feeling, completely in the dark.

"I better see you in class!" She called before you heard the door close. Finally alone in the room, you lay completely still. When your stomach growled, you felt a deep guilt wash over you. The guilt of eating filled you whole, almost enough to fill your empty stomach.

If you went to the great hall, you would just shove your mouth full. It was better if you just stuck it out till lunch, usually, they didn't serve as many sweets than.

You waited 9 minutes, which felt like hours in the silence. You were just about to close your eyes when a loud knocking came at your door.

Your eyebrows raised, lifting your hand to pull back the curtain. You heard loud whispers, making it clear who your visitors were.

"Go away!" You shouted to the door, hearing their whispers fade for a moment before you saw the doorknob turn. You quickly pushed the curtain closed, covering you in complete darkness. You sank even deeper into your pillows, covering yourself with a heavy blanket as you only wished to be at peace for once.

"Love, you need to come down for breakfast," Remus's voice came first, you heard the curtains being pulled back to completely showcase your bed. You felt the bright light through the blanket, closing your eyes tight.

"I'm not hungry," you told them, somehow hoping they would just go away. But you felt a weight shift in the bed, one of them had sat down right beside your legs.

"You didn't eat that much during dinner yesterday, s'think you should eat," James's voice came, his voice was always comforting. It was deep like honey, another wave of guilt had filled you.

"I'm not hungry," you told them again, uncertainty in your answer this time as you felt a hand get placed on your knee.

"I don't want to eat," you continued, the blanket still pulled over your head as you stared into the darkness. It went quiet for a few moments, you could feel their emotions shift the room as you felt this nervous sweaty feeling.

"Just because you don't want to eat, doesn't mean you shouldn't," Remus said, the blanket slowly getting pulled away to expose your head. Your hair was clumsily sticking to your head, tangles meshed together as you stared ahead at nothing.

Your gaze first met Sirius, since he was the one sitting closest to you on the bed. James was leaning against your trunk, a sorrowful expression on his face when he realized your state. Remus was standing, hands over his chest as you shifting between feet, he looked like a wounded animal. Peter was sitting on top of your dorm mate's bed, fidgeting with his fingers as he gave you a small smile.

"You're allowed to eat love, you shouldn't feel guilty for keeping yourself healthy," Sirius smiled wide, hoping you as well would show him a smile. You only looked towards your bedside, reaching for the glass of water.

"It's easier said than done," you corrected him, finishing off your water. The past few weeks you had begun to drink more water, hoping it would give you some comfort for the food you hadn't eaten.

"Truth be told love, we wouldn't care what you'd look like," James replied, standing up straight before making his way over to your bed. He leaned down, kissing your cheek sweetly.

"Well, I care what I look like!" You told him, Remus tapping his foot anxiously as he watched you display your guilt.

James wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up in a sitting position. You held a deep frown on your face, looking at Sirius as you finally wrapped your arms around James.

"You can care about how you look all you want, but if what your doing to accomplish that is harmful you can't be doing that," Remus told you, staring at you deeply.

"Not eating is harmful, you know that." Remus continued with his little speech, James still buried into your embrace. You wiggled your fingers through his thick hair, pulling him closer.

"I don't care," you told him, not breaking your stare with Remus. You felt like yelling and screaming at them to leave, but the feeling of warmth James was providing gave you a moment to calm down.

"We do," Sirius finished the little argument quick, shutting your response down as he leaned over to kiss your lips gently. You let him kiss you, barely giving any effort to kiss him back. He smiled when he pulled away, ruffling your hair.

"James c'mon, we're gonna go get food," Remus said, walking towards the door as James gave a long squeeze before departing from you. You reached your hands out to Sirius instead, wanting the warmth again.

Sirius happily excepted your request, sliding into James's place as his arms came to wrap around your blanket-covered body.

"We'll be quick, promise," James said while giving a beaming smile.

"Don't hurry," you said, still grumpy from the morning and the feeling of an empty stomach. Remus shot you a glare, making you back down quickly as you watched Peter come over to your bed.

"Do you want me to brush your hair?" Peter asked quietly, you nodded reaching over to the hairbrush as you passed it to him. Peter slipped behind you, section your hair briefly before sliding the brush down your tangled hair. When you winced at a certain tug, Peter instantly pulled back slightly.

"Sorry love," he mumbled, quickly getting rid of the tangles. You leaned back into peters chest, Sirius shifting to rest against your chest.

"It's alright," you told him, giving a small smile as you felt Peter's fingers come to massage your scalp. Starting from the back of your skull to the front, your head instantly lolled back at the affection.

"That feels so nice," you gave a small praise, feeling comfortable as the door opened. James and Remus came in, plates filling their hands as almost every type of breakfast item filled it to the brim.

"I'm not gonna eat all that!" You told them, astonished from how much of a variety there was. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, a deeper hunger making itself known.

"It's alright, we'll finish what's left," James said, plopping the plates down on your bed. Sirius and Peter hadn't made any changes in their position, you looked down towards a sleeping Sirius.

"Sirius come on, [ names ] has to eat," Remus whispered into Sirius's ear, They quickly gave you space. When Peter shifted, you caught his arm in your hand.

"No, stay, I like it," you told him, relaxing back into his chest as his arms came to rest against your waist.

You got passed a buttered pastry by James, you stared at it for a minute. The lies making you feel guilt you didn't deserve, you debated whether you deserved such a sugary treat.

"It's alright love," Remus said first, coming to sit next to your side as he rested his hand against your cheek.

"It's really hard," you admitted to him, tears filling your eyes briefly before you looked away to stare at nothing. Remus brought your face back to his, giving a gentle smile.

"We know love, we're right here okay? You're safe and you deserve to eat," Remus told you, The rest of the guys agreeing. You sniffled slightly, nodding as you took the pastry from James.

"It's really awkward if your all just waiting for me," you told them, Sirius whipped his head around so fast you'd thought he'd get whip-lash.

Remus was telling Sirius off, distracting the boys with the small fight. You watched as Remus began to curse at Sirius, James coming to Sirius's defence. Remus was so easy to piss off, it was kind of entertaining.

You took a bite of the pastry, a warmth filling your mouth as you chewed slowly then swallowed, it felt good. Peter yelled from behind you, telling Sirius off for something he said that you didn't listen to.

You laughed at the bickering, finishing your pastry as you reached for another one without a second thought.

"Do you want one Peter?" You asked, turning your head slightly to catch his eyes.

"Sure, can you pass me the biscuits?" He asked, you gladly excepted. You gave him the biscuit, grabbing one for yourself as you finished off your food quickly.

The boys' bickering came to a haunt, Remus pointing to the bed as they all shut up and sat next to you again. You pointed towards the toast, Sirius passed it to you.

"Are you guys gonna eat?" You asked, taking a bite out of your buttered toast. It melted in your mouth, you had to resist the feeling of rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

"Of course," James said, picking up a biscuit as he took a bite. Sirius grabbed a waffle, eating it with his bare hands as Remus gave him a dirty look. Remus waited, eyes strictly on you for a while as he watched you finish your toast.

When you had reached for the fruit, Remus started to eat as well. James passed you a fork, all of the boys had big smiles on their faces.

"Does it taste good?" James asked, you nodded instantly as you swallowed some of the fruit. You started to feel full, but your eyes locked on one of your favourite treats.

"Have it, love," Sirius noticed, passing you the plate as you took it with shaky hands.

"It has too much sugar," you told him, pushing the plate back. Sirius didn't take it, James gave your knee a small pat.

"It's alright, you can still have it," James told you, his voice was firm and comforting as you believed him. You could have it, you deserved it.

"Okay," you whispered, bringing the pastry to your lips as you took a bite. The flavour exploded in your mouth, making you smile. You covered your mouth, chewing.

"Is that a smile I see?" Sirius asked, smiling himself as he leaned closer to you. You finished chewing the bite, swallowing it down quickly.

"Oh shush," you told him, pushing him away as you rested back onto Peter. You shuffled your feet, laying them over James's legs as you continued to chew.

After the last bite, you felt completely filled. The guilt had weighed in quickly, making you feel like throwing up as you grabbing onto Remus's hand.

"You alright, love?" He asked you, all eyes on you as you became more nervous.

"Did I eat too much?" You asked, squeezing his fingers tightly between your own. You felt your nerves bundle up, rolling your neck to try and ease the tension.

"No, of course not. If your full then you ate just enough," Remus comforted, bringing your hand to his lips. His words helped you settle down, you reached for your water again. You took a sip before breaking out of Peter's embrace, crawling slightly towards James.

"Hello," James greeted, smiling as he let you push your lips against his. His fingers wrapped in your hair, bringing you closer as you kissed him deeper. You pulled away breathless, your face flushed as you hide against his shoulder.

"We're so proud of you, you've done so well pup. You don't know how much it means to us that your eating," Sirius's voice came beside you, his hand coming to rest onto your lower back. You continued to hide your face against James's chest, letting your eyes close.

"Thank you," you whispered, the guilt had washed away for the moment. You felt completely safe, you deserved this moment.

"It's our pleasure," Sirius said, kissing your head as he started to clean up the plates. The rest of the boys finished what was left quickly like they said they would.

You pulled back, getting off the bed to get dressed for the day. Sirius and James helped you pick out your outfit, landing on a plaid skirt and one of James's oversized jumpers. Peter did your hair, putting in colourful clips that matched your skirt.

"Alright, I'm all ready," you told them after leaving the bathroom, smiling as you played with your hair.

They smiled at you, Remus giving you his hand as you instantly locked your fingers with his. Before they opened the door; they stopped short.

"We know this is difficult for you, but we're so proud of you," Remus said, you gave a small nod at the words. Tears almost falling from your eyes as you brought Remus down into a hug.

You hugged Sirius next, Peter second because he was the closest, Than James. James mumbled his applause into your ear, making you squeeze him tight. You were almost sobbing at this point, wiping your eyes as your mascara slightly smudged.

"Look what you did," you told them, chuckling as you wiped up quickly. Your eyes puffy and red, but you felt loved so you couldn't care.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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More the Merrier

Pairings | Steve Rogers x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings | smut, swearing, Bucky being a literal SEX GOD, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v, p in a

Word count | 2813

Summary | you and Bucky get a little freaking during a training session. Steve and Sam want to join.

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Sweaty strands of hair dangled over your eyes, the sweet burn stinging against them when the sweat dripped off. Your fists held tight in front of you, wrapped perfectly with a now tinged-grey bandage and a glossy sheen coating your skin. Bucky stood before you, cocky smirk on his lips and hair framing his face from where it has fallen out of the bun at the back of his head, fists held high before a punch is landed to your stomach. The force sends you falling back, butt colliding heavily with the floor and a groan slipping from your lips.

"That's the last time, James." You warn, rubbing your sore ass as he helps to to your feet - the metal of his hand a welcome coldness against the searing heat of yours. Your fighting was not the best, to say the least, and you usually relied on your powers. Bucky offered to help you - but so far he all but knocked you on your ass every five minutes, even after three weeks of training.

"Let's take a break." Buck decided, chucking your water bottle over at you which you barely caught in time before it would've gone flying into your face. You sent a glare his way and Bucky chuckled, throwing his head back and gulping down his own water - Adam's apple bobbing and drops running down his chin and over his throat. You subtly rubbed your thighs together, attempted to ignore the gush of arousal that flooded between them as you slowly dipped at your drink.

"Let's go again." You said definitively, back in stance and ready to fight. You threw a heavy punch, but Bucky merely caught it in his open palm, twisting until your back pressed against his solid chest. Heavy breathing reverberated in your ear, the hotness of his breaths making your cunt tingle and a shiver wrack down your spine.

"You okay, doll?" A husk in your ear, and you were a goner. A lewd moan escaped you as Buck cupped your clothed core with his flesh hand, the metal one encasing your throat. "Seems like you need my help." He smirked against your cheek, placing a few kisses there before he was ripping your leggings straight from you. If it had been anyone else you would have protested, seeing as they were your favourite leggings, but this was Bucky, so you merely let out a gasp and dropped your head back on his shoulder. "Fuck, so wet already, Doll." Bucky mumbled, fingers slipping past the waist band of your panties.

A wanton moan spilled from your lips when his fingers made contact with your pulsating clit, rubbing it in tight circles as you gasped. You could feel him smirk against the skin of your neck at your reactions, wet and open-mouthed kisses quickly turning to nips and bites that made both you and the super soldier groan.

"Shit, James." You sighed and a small growl escaped him when you used his name. He let his middle finger slip lower, tracing your wet slit before dipping ever-so-slightly into your heat. He hummed in approval when you clenched around the tip of his digit, before slowly sliding the rest of his finger in. You were literally a moaning mess at this point and he'd barely touched you. (I mean come on, it is Bucky Barnes after all).

Bucky started to pump his finger, giving your throat a little squeeze as he added another finger to your wet pussy.

"S'tight, doll. I don't know if I'll get my cock in there." He drawled, accent thick against your ear. All you could do was let another lewd moan escape you, the only thing keeping you uptight being Bucky's hand wrapped around your throat, the cool metal a stark contrast to the hot flush that was brushed all over your skin by now.

"James!" You cried out, knees buckling as his palm began bumping against your clit with every thrust of his fingers. A third one was added to your heat.

"You like that, doll?" He rasped, curling his fingers upwards experimentally and grinning at the little Yelp of pleasure it dragged from you. The grin only spread when Bucky picked up on footsteps coming towards the gym, the unmistakable voices of Sam and Steve filling his ears.

Of course, you didn't hear this, as Bucky had super-soldier hearing and all. Bucky doubled his efforts, determined to have you cumming as both your friends walked in the room. Give them a show.

"C'mon, doll, cum for me," Bucky egged, letting his fingers hit that one spit inside you with ever curl, "soak me, cum all over my hand." He continued, nipping on your earlobe and pressing his hard-on into your back.

You could also hear Steve and Sam approaching now, but you were way to intent on getting your release to being yourself to care. Fuck them, you thought - then a smile graced your lips, maybe seeing you come undone would grant that wish.

"I want you to scream for me, y/n." Bucky groaned as the door to the gym swung open - Sam and Steve in the middle of talking and not looking away from each other until a shriek of pleasure ripped from you.

"F-fuck! Bucky!" You moaned so bloody loudly, Bucky was convinced that anyone on the bottom floor of the tower must've heard you. Your cunt spasmed around Bucky's fingers, legs trembling as hands clawing at Bucky's muscular thighs to ground yourself.

"Good girl." He whispered against your ear, smirking at the sight before him. Stood before you, were Steve and Sam. Steve looked like a deer in headlights - eyes wider than saucers and jaw hanging so low it may as well be on the floor. Sam, on the other hand, was also smirking, eyes roaming your shaking body with a hunger that Bucky had instantly noticed.

"Fuck me, is there room for another to join?" Sam was quick to blurt out, earning him a shocked side-eye from Steve. Bucky's smirk grew.

"What do you think, doll? D'you reckon we have room for a couple more?" Bucky asked you, breath tickling the side of your face.

"The more the merrier." You purred, words still slightly spurred from your orgasm, but you were back to thinking clearly. Sam wasted no time, and before you knew it he was stood in front of you and pulling you into a searing kiss. Bucky retracted his hand from your panties, stepping back slightly and looking to Steve.

"You gonna join us or what, punk?" Bucky smiled amusedly as his best friend, who was trying his hardest not to stare at your semi-naked body. Your hands were gripping Sam's biceps tightly, hips rocking over her thigh that he had spotted between your legs as you moaned into his mouth. When he pulled away to scold steve you were panting.

"What's wrong, old man? Forgotten what an orgasm is? When was the last time you got laid?" Sam teased, tone mockingly accusatory but it worked. A scowl quickly spread over Steve's face, arms crossing over his chest to show case his bulging muscles.

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." Steve remarked and Bucky rose a brow.

"Really, pal? Because I don't remember you being with a lot of women back in the day." Bucky teased and Steve sent him a look.

"Yeah, well, I spent a couple months working only with a group of girls after I was injected, remember?" Steve said, his boyish grin telling the rest of the story.

"Well, Mr America's most wanted, why don't you come prove us wrong?" Sam prompted, and by this time your were back to rubbing you thighs together at the though of taking all three of them.

"Please, Steve. I need you." You whined, hoping to speed him up a little bit. Steve took long strides towards you until he stood in front of you, hand cupping your jaw and directing your gaze to him.

"Suck a needy little thing, aren't ya?" Steve chided, pushing your face to one side and then the other as he examined you. "You will address me as Captain." He said authoritatively and you barely had enough time to utter a little 'yes, Captain' before he was slinging you over his shoulder and sauntering over to the weights benches.

You let out a little mph as Steve dropped you onto the bench, dropping to his knees and parting your legs. He begun to press wet and sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, kissing ever exposed bit of skin he could find except where you needed him most.

"Captain!" You whined, wishing he would hurry up a little. Steve rolled his eyes at your childish behaviour but suddenly stopped and let out a groan when you buried your short fingers in his hair and attempted to pull his head into your core.

"Patience, little one." He chided, and the nickname nearly made you want to cry with want. Steve was the only person at the tower that called you 'little one', and he only did so when he was scolding you or agitated with you. You never thought it'd be such a turn-on during sex, especially coming from his lips.

"Woah, woah, woah. Back up," Sam interrupted suddenly, just as Steve went to place a kiss over your clothes heat. "Steve actually knows what eating a girl out means?" He inquired and Steve scoffed.

"Jesus, Sam! I'm from the forties not a fuckin' nunnery!" Steve exclaimed and Sam raised his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, man." He backed off a little and Steve shook his head before turning back to you and resuming to tease you over your panties. You gasp when he ran a finger over your covered slit, some of the remnants of your orgasm seeping through the fabric and transferring onto his finger. Steve brought the now damp finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, moaning at your taste.

"You taste so good, little one, like fuckin' honey I swear." Steve groaned and before you could respond another gasp was released as you felt the fabric of your panties being ripped from your skin. Steve pocketing the scrap of fabric did not go unnoticed by you or the boys, and Bucky smirked out how confident his little Stevie had become.

"Captain, please!" You whined impatiently, desperate to feel his mouth on you. Steve's lips curled into a smirk, before they were descending on you. You bucked your hips up into his mouth, but Steve tutted you and pinned your hips down with his arm, keeping you from moving again. He licked a stripe up from you slit to your clit and back again, doing this a few times and making you try to thrash your hips. Steve stopped at your entrance and pushed his tongue into your pulsing heat, pumping the warm muscle in-and-out, tearing pornographic moans from your lips.

Your hands found their way down to Steve hair, tangling your fingers into his blonde locks and tugging harshly, getting a groan from him as Steve's tongue curled around inside you, stroking your walls. Your cunt clenched around him and Steve moaned into you in response, sending vibrations throughout you core. You shuddered as Steve started to rub circles on your clit, adding too much to the sensation and you came screaming Steve's name.

As slap to your thigh caused you to jolt, crying out when the contact was made.

"What did you just call me?" Steve demanded and you stuttered, a babbling mess as he kept up him ministrations.

Steve pulled away but didn't stop, moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance and pushing them in to the knuckle, pulling out to the tips and pushing back in, while waiting for his answer.

"I'm s-sorry, Captain!" You managed finally.

"Good girl." Steve groaned before he lowered his mouth to your clit and lapped around it, flicking it with his tongue. Your eyes rolled as Steve sucked your clit into his mouth, nipping it and dragging it out with his teeth. You soon came again, biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

He kept going, curling his fingers upwards and trying to finger your spot.

"Captain!" You moaned as he found it, making him reangle his fingers to hit it with every thrust. His mouthy worked at your clit still, bringing you to a third orgasm from just Steve's tongue and fingers that made your whole body shake. Steve pulled away and smirked at you, climbing over you and kissing you. You could taste your own sweetness in the kiss and moaned into his mouth.

When he pulled away your face was full of a fucked-out expression, one that made Bucky coo as he stroked your cheek lovingly a after Steve had stepped back.

"You tired already, baby?" He said sweetly, his thumb pulling at your swollen bottom lip and dragging it towards your thin with his thumb. It bounced back into place as you nodded, eyes barely open. "Tough. You still haven't taken any of our cocks and poor Sammy hasn't even got his hands on this perfect body of your." Buck murmured in your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating against your skins as your eyes widened at his words.

He stepped aside with a wicked smirk, holding his arm out in gesture towards you for Sam. Sam stepped forwards eagerly, leaning down to place a bruising kiss against your lips and before you knew it the Falcon had your legs wrapped around his waist and you back slammed against the wall.

His lips trailed over you jaw, down your neck as your head fell back against the wall, a lewd moan escaping you when you felt his hardness press into your bare cunt.

"Sam, please." You whined breathily, trying to wiggle your hips against him as persuasion. Bucky and Steve chuckled from behind sam, and when you dared to glance over his shoulder a new flood of arousal flocked to your entrance at the sights of both men stripped and stroking their cocks. A groan spilled from you lips and Sam smirked against you skin, using a hand to pull his work out shorts down and pull his cock from his boxers.

"You ready, baby?" He husked in your ear, running his length through you folds and letting the head bump you clit as he collected your wetness.

"Fuck, please, just get inside me." You moaned, head lolling forward to rest against his shoulder. Sam let out a guttural groan as he entered you, throw in head back as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a moment, giving some time to adjust and chucking again when you tried to move on his dick.

The man pulled his hips back, slamming them against them with so much force you could see stars.

"Fuck!" You screamed, biting down on Sam's shoulder to try and keep quiet - fully aware that anyone else at the tower could walk into the gym at any moment to see Sam railing you against the wall and Steve and Bucky jerking off at the sight.

"That's it," Sam groaned, smirking as you screamed when he hit that spit deep inside you, "taking my cock so well in this tight little pussy." He praised, hands braced against the wall behind you as he thrusted harshly up into you. You were a babbling, moaning mess, reaching for you clit to push yourself over the edge again. The accompanied sounds of all three men groaning and moaning was enough to spurt in your release again, and you soon hit your peak crying out Sam's name.

He rode out your orgasm with a few more hard pumps, groaning your name as he released inside you. Sam's forehead pressed to yours, heavy breaths shared as you both calmed down. "Fuck, that was good." He grinned, slowly pulling out of you and setting you down on the ground. You kept your hands resting on his shoulders, untrusting of your own strength when it came to your now-wobbly legs. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" He whispered huskily in your ear, you eyes darting nervously to the two super soldier's with rock hard cock slapping against their stomachs behind Sam.

You gulped, making eye contact with Bucky as he spoke.

"My turn."

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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Hey bb! First of all, let me just tell u how much I love your writing! You're fabulous, love. Don't ever doubt yourself. Secondly, I wanted to know if u could do a college professor! Jungkook and pretty student reader where Jk is absolutely enamoured by her.. (also, with a bit of the good ol smut🤭) It's a-okay if u can't tho! Just know that you're appreciated!❤️

the probability of us

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 6k

glimpse: jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

notes: there’s something so warm about this request that it made me write it as an actual fic and not a bullet one!!! i did alter it a little bit but i was genuinely so happy writing this so thank you sO much for this babe :D // gif from pinterest!

Jungkook, in his better and most definitely unbiased judgement, thinks he knows enough about you.

He knows you well enough to have noticed your patterns and habits with almost everything in between. They were predictable for the most part, and that was partly because he takes pride in being observational, but you manage to unintentionally throw him a curveball every now and then that makes him smile.

You always come into class when there’s atleast fifteen people in it and Jungkook wonders if you know it in the back of your head or if you just sneak a peek at the room every now and then. He’s not keen on being early to classes, and on the three straight occasions his dad left something in the classroom from the day before and got him to retrieve it for him, you were already there.

You’re fixated and practically attached to your knitted cardigan, seemingly having no problem wearing the same outfit for days straight — something so both adorable and visibly heart-racing when it’s almost always a tank top underneath that’s on the lower scoop, and a rotation of pants and sweats that sometimes feel so misplaced with your cardigan that it matches.

Jungkook’s found out that you probably wear atleast three rings on a daily basis, and that only took him two days to figure out because you’d exit the classroom with slight marks and indentations on your cheeks or on your jaw. Whether it’s to being sleepy, being bored, or being focused is something he has yet to discern — but yeah, he looks at you with his eyes silently when the class is dismissed, wondering if he’d see the same Pandora tiara ring mark on your cheek, or this time from a signet ring you sported more often.

He’s eight weeks in doing whatever this is. Whatever having the definition of him trailing behind his dad, a back and forth between his classes and his office, then them eating out for lunch break.

Sometimes, Jungkook forgets that his dad’s the president of this very university.

He’s only really known him as dad and he’s grateful for that, and the only times he’d see his father as the educator he was with the fancy doctorate degree was whenever Jungkook’s been a little lacking in his studies as a child up until high school. His mom, a doctor, would be on duty for nights and at home for mornings so that’d be the window she’d teach him the alphabet and addition with the carrying, something that eight-year old him would tear up just at the mention of.

His dad would just sit beside him in a very calm manor, take out two notebooks for one of them each, and make reviewers. Jungkook writes down what he knows and what his dad tells him to, highlights the key terms, and for some totally odd reason, making his own reviewers saved him from failing altogether and become an honor student with little help from his parents and most especially his dad.

It humors him that people are so rigid and intimidated by his dad, and he knows that not everyone would believe that this is the same guy that taught him how to give someone a proper wet willy. Jungkook sees people left and right going out of their way to greet him and pay their courtesies, stifling in a giggle that his dad also fights the need to laugh.

He loves and looks up to his dad, feeling a lot more thankful that he has a healthy relationship with his parents as an only child. Jungkook feels he owes that much to his dad that he took education for his college course, despite his blatant lack of interest for it.

And here he is — a senior at another college his dad’s not the professor of, studying a degree that he’s not gonna practice, and shadowing his father for eight weeks while he goes and teach for the “experience” as his dad calls it.

This has got to be a little ethically questionable, but that’s okay. Jungkook takes some comfort knowing that his dad’s the boss and he could just sit in a chair, pretending to absorb his lessons. In fact, he doesn’t even know why his dad opts to teach still even if he’s well high up in that ladder, the only explanation being that his father just really really likes teaching and not just be moving between airconditioned offices and meeting rooms all the time. And if that was enough, his dad just had to teach two classes to which Jungkook needs to accompany him in both — Statistics and English Literature.

Jungkook has a memory of stone that’s probably of the same kind the Code of Hammurabi was inscribed in (because he just swears his memory started way earlier than the age of four), because he practically knows everyone in each of his dad’s classes.

Eight weeks in. He’s only known that long.

But Jungkook knows for a fact that you’re never late — that much he knows. He refuses to believe that you’re actually gonna be late to class.

His dad comes in early and normally, he sits by his chair just when he’s a minute away from starting class. For some odd push today, he felt the need to enter the room with his dad and be early for once; but for the one time that he did this, you weren’t around for it.

You’re late, and you’re never late, and you’re throwing him a curveball, but something tells him in his gut that this just wasn’t something you pull out of your cardigan sleeve to confuse him.

You’re confusing.

You’re never usually confusing.

He visibly straightens in his seat when you enter the room with a sense of complacency and without the need to rush, the class only in the quieting down stages before the lesson begins when you walked in.

Mr. Jeon’s flickered to the entrance briefly, his tinkering with the HDMI cord continuing nonetheless. “Kook,” he just barely manages to get out because he’s already standing up from his seat, nimble fingers grabbing a slip from his desk that makes his dad perplexed.

Jungkook walks all the way to you at the back of the class, holding out the late slip to you a little too eagerly as it seems, and you can’t help but feel confused and irritated at the same time with how you started your morning.

For starters, coffee was spilled on your cardigan from the night before, and soaking it overnight in a mix of detergent, softener, and the tiniest bit of bleach wasn’t enough to completely rub the stain off — which meant you had to get up extra early to have it dry-cleaned (the staff looked at you a bit weirdly) and head off to where you needed to be, in a rush.

“But I’m not late though.”

You murmur as you peer up at him, refusing to even take the slip in between Jungkook’s fingers. He turns impatient, even more-so at your retort that honestly sounded genuine, that he settles on dropping it down your desk.

“You are, Y/N.” He says as convictedly as he can, only having to glance sideways briefly to your nosy seatmate to keep him out of a conversation he clearly isn’t a part of, and you make a note in your head to apologize to Jimin who gets scared easily, especially by the president’s son.

As if to prove his point, Jungkook rolls the sleeve of his bomber jacket in the slightest, enough for you to see a glimpse of his flashy gold Rolex in an attempt to tell you the time, one you couldn’t decipher because it was analog and your eyesight’s not that quick-witted nor clear.

“It’s three minutes before the start of the class,” you make it a point to outstretch your forearm, one that isn’t covered by your cardigan as he now realizes, your silver and digital Casio telling him that it’s 9:57, indeed three minutes away from the start of his dad’s class.

He barely even blinks before he adjusts himself to stand between your stretched legs so he could hold your arm and adjust your goddamn watch to be set four minutes later, his movements done so quickly that you straighten your back to the seat.

Jimin pretends he’s looking away, but deep down you already know that he’s gonna ambush you with questions as soon as Jungkook leaves.

“See that? You’re late,” he hums contentedly, pushing the late slip towards you and stands by himself with his hands across his chest, all-knowing that he wouldn’t leave not until you comply with his stupid request for a late slip.

His dad sees the interaction unfold from a distance, still confused but somehow amused, and a curious smile appears on his face as he now has something else to bring up on the dinner table later.

After all, he only called out to his son to tell him that they should go pick up a few groceries over lunch break — not to give you a late slip.

Jungkook collects the piece of paper from you wordlessly, letting his hand linger for the briefest moment but you pay him no mind, too occupied to looking at your left and gesturing for Jimin to scoot closer.

Something’s wrong.

His instincts are not exactly the most accurate but after all, it does account for something. He’s not the best at reading people when they’re indifferent, and normally you’re never indifferent to him.

He decides to lay low at that, sitting back on his chair and only twirling the slip in between his fingers and not once setting it down on the desk, preventing himself to look at it.

It’s only when his dad calls him to do a summary and explain to the class about his lesson’s breakdown, and he turns stern when he crushes the paper within his palm for the sake of being indiscreet that he totally wasn’t fiddling with paper for an hour and a half.

Jungkook returns and that’s when his dad starts giving out final reminders for their next meeting, straightening it out as much as he could until he can see your messy handwriting more than he could see the creases.

Tutored Hwang Hyunjin; state quizbee next week.

And why, exactly?

As far as he knows, Hyunjin’s the faculty’s favorite because he was such an intelligent student. He might be the favorite of his dad but he’s not entirely sure because his dad says he doesn’t like playing favorites, but he seems to think so nonetheless. If the guy who’s in the line-up for summa cum laude is asking help for a mere quizbee, what exactly is it for?

You’re an honor student, sure. In the dean’s list and in the running for cum laude, but you’ve said it yourself that you’re no Hyunjin and in verbatim, anyone who takes education as seriously as he does needs a hug and an emotional support system. Do you see yourself doing all the extra credits when you already have the highest average on all of them?

Did you hug him?

Jungkook scoffs to where his mind is running, a little dejected as he ponders on it even more as he stands next to his dad’s desk, nodding curtly at the students who bid him goodbye.

He’s extra quick to stepping up when it’s you who passes him, hands on his pocket as he asks under his breath.

“We cool?”

He tries to search for a hint of distaste in your face and he’s almost disappointed to find none, a genuine small smile on as you reply and come out the door without so much of a look back at him.

“‘Course we are, Mr. Jeon.”

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

“What’s up with you?”

Jungkook utters the moment the door of your apartment swings open. It was straight to the point, really. No buttering up to you and no unnecessary bullshit before he drops the question that’s been plaguing his mind the whole day.

You had only been brushing your teeth when you hear a series of crisp and heavy knocks that led you to think that your neighbor Hoseok next-door has finally screwed up the pooch completely, and accidentally set his kitchen on fire with the cookie batter he’s been doing a series of trial and error with for a dozen times already.

Oh.

It’s only Jungkook, then.

He doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned being out in the hallway that gave everyone an opportunity to see him. Frankly, everyone who’s set foot to the president’s office, which is everyone, could tell who he is simply by looking at the few hundred picture frames Mr. Jeon has on his desk.

He’s not concerned and he doesn’t have the gall to be concerned either, because as much as he knows that although underneath his dad’s section, the housing section of the college wasn’t under his close supervision. Besides that, he finds that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Jungkook only looks up to you for a few seconds, wide-eyed with your toothbrush in your mouth, and decides to let himself in.

This being yours and Jungkook’s interactions for the past eight weeks. There’s not a label to it, but it goes along the lines of the occasional fuck, and then the ranting about each other’s days, and binge-watching that either ends up as hook-up, or trying to pick up new hobbies the other’s just suggested, or whatever’s playing is actually playing and the two of you just watch, your head laid on his lap and his hand brushing your hair.

Yeah, that one. Whatever that’s called — that’s what you and Jungkook are.

It’s been painfully obvious to your tight knit of friends, namely only being Jimin and Hoseok, that those things practically yielded to the commitment of him being something that starts with boy and ends with a friend, no spaces in between and all in one word.

You blink away your internal monologue, remembering that you need to spit before replying to his question that he’s asked you point-blank two seconds ago.

“You saw me in class today.”

That one couldn’t be anymore obvious and he huffs at that, once again going on a grumpy fit of frustration while he lies on your bed upright, arms across his chest. “Off,” you swat his leg immediately, making him haphazardly throw away his shoes if he want to keep being frustrated with you.

That’s the exact bit though. Regardless if you forced him to take off his shoes while he’s on your bed, he’d be frustrated at you regardless. He doesn’t know why he’s frustrated with you in the first place and that just makes him stressed even more.

The realization hits him that Jungkook doesn’t really know why he’s so pressed about you, his tone considerably softening because now he feels a little smaller under your curious gaze.

“Yeah, yeah. I clearly know that. I, uh, I meant outside of class.”

Normally, he’d find your avoidance of things actually endearing because you seemed to worm your way out of any situation you just deem to be unrelated to you — but for the first time, he doesn’t know if you’re avoiding his question. If this was still your passive-aggressiveness or genuineness showing its head right now.

“You’re starting to sound like a professor, y’know,” you note with intrigue, relishing to how Jungkook lying on your bed and looking at you under such intensity seems normal to you at this point and at this moment. “A professor hanging out with his student outside of class, in her dorm, and on a weekday.”

The comment you add was supposed to be humorous but you find it rather odd now having said it out loud, the realization dawning on you that whatever this is, is just too ambiguous and vague that you’d never wanted something so specific in your lifetime.

“Just trying to appease dad. Do I look like I have the patience to teach a class, better yet show up?”

That’d be the actual bane of him.

Don’t get him wrong, professors must be so cool and patient with their workload and stuff, but holy fucking shit does he hate it for himself. He means no disrespect to his dad but he honestly can’t see himself doing what he does, even for a fraction of his life willingly.

You sort of envy him for the upbringing he has and the wholesome and healthy relationship he has with his family that you wouldn’t mind telling people all about. Not everyone expects Jungkook to be as family-oriented as he looks, and the little nugget of information he made you privy too puts a gentle smile of your face.

“You do have the patience to ask me if I’m okay though.”

It’s a question between reeling yourself in and putting yourself out there more, plopping to sit on the edge of your bed as you try to put lotion on your legs all the way down to your heel.

Jungkook finds it normal to see you putting lotion on and zit cream on your face, and he doesn’t question it for one second.

That doesn’t automatically mean that he’s gonna address it though.

“Well, baby, are y’okay?” he crawls the short distance from you, putting half of his body weight as he slings himself on your shoulders from behind, lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you tighter.

“Mhmmm.”

He finds it that as much as he pulls you tighter, you grow a bit more distant. You’re there with him but your mind isn’t, perhaps lost on the lotion that only adds into your scent that seems engraved in his mind nowadays.

Jungkook does as much as to tug a sleeve of your shirt to expose the slightest bit of your shoulder blades, pressing wet gentle kisses that leaves you, surprisingly, unfazed.

You make no move nor action, just continuing on rubbing your arms with your hands and him taking the momentary act of silence to look around your room, seeing your textbooks piled neatly on your desk with your lamp on.

“Long night?”

He asks and not a second later do you hum in confirmation, making him roll his eyes and his stomach churn, but it probably just has something to do with a heartburn that’s beginning to form because the ache’s spreading to his chest.

It’s got to be heartburn, right?

“Alright. Didn’t have to answer me too quick just so you can kick me out.”

He mutters underneath his breath a little hurt, taking your responses as his cue to leave. His flair for what you think is the dramatics makes you roll your eyes and slap his thigh, following him out on the way to the door.

Jungkook’s fazed because he doesn’t exactly know the essential purpose plus his expected outcome of this five-minute visit. He doesn’t have a clue, but dropping to your apartment unannounced and seeing you for just even five minutes, even if he doesn’t know why, doesn’t seem wrong.

What is wrong, is that you’d normally kiss him goodbye.

This time, you don’t.

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

Jungkook’s gut tells him to come early to class, even telling his dad that he’d come down there by himself so he could scope out his class like the great son that he is, and he does exactly that.

Some of the early-birds are pleasantly surprised to see him there, early and alone without Dr. Jeon, sitting on his usual chair.

This setting’s odd for him and as much as he wants to leave, he doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t really care if he’s intimidating the students because after all, that’s not the reason why he’s here. In fact, he’s aware that he seems to be quite the talk of the campus, the verdict being half and half if he was as fun, easygoing, yet stern like his father — or if he’s something else entirely. Either way, none of them could catch on to the fact besides you that he’s not here out of passion, but rather obligation.

There’s less than thirty students in the room but Jungkook could just feel it at the back of his spine that you’re gonna walk through the door soon enough. You’ve got to be, right? Jungkook stands by himself near the door, practically barricading the door with how he’s built.

This familiar guy he can’t put a name to is walking through the door carelessly, eyes completely fixed on his phone that his shoulder’s barreling into Jungkook’s.

“Oh hey dude, what’s up?”

The guy in question barely even looks up for a second, a meek smile on his face before turning to his phone again and just staying there by the door, a character paused to block it all for a fucking text as what it seems.

Jungkook barely needs a second to look at him eye to eye; tall, pale, long blonde hair, and smooth pronounced features.

Hwang Hyunjin.

He’s only seen him in passing but never on this scale, his first instinct being straightening his back. They’re roughly the same height, Jungkook shoving his observation to the back of his head that Hyunjin’s only a millimeter higher than him.

He’s probably the only one applying pressure to this scenario, thick brows furrowing as he almost grimaces looking at the younger guy in front of him.

“Are you in this class?”

What?

Hyunjin’s confused to say the least, not only because this random dude he bumped into is suddenly making conversation with him, but because someone’s actually questioning about his presence here.

He lowers his phone, putting a pause to his heated exchange of which installment of this series they’re watching this, all in the favor for staring at this guy who’s cowling at him.

“... Yes?”

His answer even sounds unsure, Jungkook’s questioning raise of his brows prompting him to explain.

Hyunjin doesn’t even know why he feels compelled to explain but he does it nonetheless. “They say I could sit in this class. Some topics would show up in the quizbee next week.”

That’s just grand.

Before Jungkook can simmer in his irritation even more, his dad slips through the door by holding his shoulders in place, looking between the two of them briefly before walking to his desk.

“Kook? Thought you’d open up the lesson without me.”

Blondie tilts his gaze, eyes narrowing as he tries to scan a Kook in his brain’s directory and why it sounds so fond coming from Dr. Jeon.

“Mmmm, sorry dad.”

Jungkook emphasizes a little more than needed, turning to him and sending him a half-hearted grin while unbeknownst to him, Hyunjin pales and is having a breakdown and a half.

Did he really just accidentally bump into the college president’s son? Is he gonna be expelled now?

Jungkook’s oblivious to the inner turmoil that’s unfolding in the guy in front of him, crossing his arms before looking at his dad once more.

“Is he allowed here?”

He questions sharply like a toddler who’s just seen an inconspicuous man by the swing, his cheeks rounding with his lips pursed.

His dad’s really confused because this is the most intrigue he’s seen Jungkook inhibit for the whole eight weeks.

Of course his dad knows; he’s more than aware that his son has literally no interest in being a professor, and honestly speaking, he’s not even mad at that. He’a outsmarted him on this one and just went along with the lengths of hi son trying to impress him, falling into this eight-week routine of them bonding together with little practice teaching, yet Jungkook still wonders where he got his wit from.

He looks back and forth between Jungkook and Hyunjin, perplexed because he’s pretty sure that the two of them don’t know each other and that doesn’t explain the tension lingering.

“Hyunjin? Yeah. President’s lister, right?”

Hyunjin grins and chuckles at that, bowing slightly as he just passes Jungkook that appalls the latter.

“You put me there, sir.”

Jungkook mocks him under his breath, not going unnoticed by his dad who just chuckles all the same. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he lies right out of his teeth, sitting on his chair and spreading his legs until his dad nudges him to be atleast decent because he wants the students to focus on his presentation and not his son’s crotch.

He feels cursed having such clear vision because even when the lights are dim, Jungkook still finds his gaze looking for you out of habit. Cursed for seeing Hyunjin sit on the other side of you and suddenly he wishes that this would be the time that Jimin interferes.

He’s unsure if you’re making him confused or he’s confusing himself, but the way his head feels like splitting just by thinking about you and what he could’ve done wrong tells him that he should be definite.

“Would you mind wrapping up the lesson, Mr. Jeon?” his dad asks outloud and for any other context, they’d share identical smiles on how they should be professional towards each other (as suggested by his dad) during class.

“Not at all, Dr. Jeon.”

God, he’s so oblivious to see how he has everyone gravitating towards him that it’s actually endearing. You sitting all the way up gives you a front-row seat to see how everyone sits up a little straighter and how heads follow his every move.

Jungkook has everyone wrapped around his finger and he doesn’t even know — you’re everyone; he can’t know.

He steps up to the plate and the natural dominance and hold he has on everyone broke through, a lesson about statistics never being this intense and a large majority of the people would really stay for another hour and a half if it’s Jungkook who’s teaching.

He’s so absorbed into summarizing as a way of destressing that he ended up giving perhaps one of the best makeshift lectures ever, his dad positively awed and ending up even more confused.

Jungkook’s coming down from his lecture high, nervously fiddling with his fingers as his dad gives the final reminders. What doesn’t help is also you coming out of the classroom with Hyunjin in tow, wearing your cardigan, and that’s what considerably sets him off.

Suddenly, he now decides that your cardigan is the ugliest and most disgusting piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life. It’s the furthest thing from adorable, and the nearest thing into being set on fire.

You still smell sweet and homey when you’re nearing him, and the realization that your cardigan’s tainted by the smell of you and soon enough, Hyunjin will — it hits Jungkook too hard that he mutters under his breath, his jaw lax from being clenched.

“If you have a problem with me, just tell me about it.”

He can’t find the will in himself to care whether or not Hyunjin’s gone on without you and is waiting for you by the corridor, or that his dad’s arranging his shelf and could be possibly listening.

“I don’t,” your face reflects the same thing as your answer, devoid of any uncertainty that you have a problem with him.

“You don’t?” he prods further even if he knows that asking the second time wouldn’t even help.

“I don’t. Do you?”

There’s no malice in your tone. It’s the same gentleness laced with mischief underneath, head tilting in question.

That’s when he narrows his eyes at you, always knowing how to play your cards right without him knowing.

“With you or with myself?”

You shrug carelessly, an automatic giggle tumbling out of your lips that it bothers you too because you shouldn’t be okay with pulling yourself away from Jungkook, and the fact that it could be because you made peace long enough that the two of you will never be more is something to blame.

“You tell me, Mr. Jeon.”

He’s never hated his family name more and the formality preceding it than now. In reality, he’s just a year older than most of you in this class and the last time he’s checked, no one calls their senior, despite being from another university, like that.

Everyone assumed that he should be called with respect because after all, they’re probably looking at the future of this institution anyways.

Stable breaths aren’t enough and Jungkook seems to despise the way your slightest change towards him affects him the most, and his pride over not reaching out to your first has long been gone since.

He figures that this is just your way of detaching from him because his eight weeks are almost up, and that he should be totally fine with it because after all it’s only been eight weeks.

He can’t see another eight weeks of you pulling out from him, and even worse, eight weeks without you.

“We’re not cool.”

Jungkook says as soon as you open your door, not waiting for you to gesture him to come in. In any other situation, he’d find you adorable having traded your contacts for glasses, and absolutely sexy if his blood’s rushing elsewhere besides his cheeks. There’s no introduction of asking about your day nor catching you off-guard with a kiss either.

It’s him going straight to your bed and lying upright, looking at you somberly that you feel sorry you’ve been establishing this change in the first place.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

His question is a complete 180 from his voice that’s been gravelly since morning, sincerity underneath the rough edges.

You shake your head no, a signal that there’s absolutely nothing wrong and you don’t have anything to tell him about.

“Are you sure?”

He looks at you with wide reassuring eyes just begging for anything, atleast something, the only time that he wishes there’s something wrong going on so he could chalk it up to that instead of facing this shift with you blindly and aimlessly.

You’re wordlessly climbing up on bed too, making him automatically scoot over to his side of your bed when he stays overnight, instant warmth welcoming you just by having your shoulders touch with him. It’s a head nod of yes, I’m sure that there’s nothing wrong with your eyes closed.

Being beside him is the equivalent of all the comfortable nights you’ve slept. Jungkook’s the ultimate compilation and the most expensive goodie box of warm hugs and warm tea that tasted familiar instead of incredibly earthy. He’s white noise and eight-hour loops of rainfall against your windows and humidifier-goodness of sleep that you take indulgence and warmth in.

Jungkook’s in another realm of thought when he almost snaps at you because your roles have been reversed and it’s him who’s doting over you.

“Are you usually this non-committal?”

You’re always warm with a cherry on top when you talk to Jungkook, and just only two days of you giving him timid replies has him asking you if you’re the opposite of the adjective that people most commonly attached to you.

“I think we both know best that I’m loyal.”

You are.

It’s a word that’s almost always attached to your name. You’ve never really sustained a large group of close friends, and it wasn’t needed, but Jungkook finds it funny that you’re oblivious to how people look at you.

He’s well-acquainted with what goes around, and the only things that go around about you was that you’ve touched them in one way or another. You’re the most loyal friend Jimin has because you’ve stuck with him even if he’s spilled his guts on your bathroom floor, missing the mark of your toilet bowl. You gave up your bed for him and tucked him in even if he was still at risk of throwing up because he just couldn’t stop, and made him breakfast the next morning. You’ve only known each other for three days.

Hoseok considers you his most loyal neighbor slash friend ever, because you let him have a go at your pantry even if you knew at the back of your head that he’d screw up something in his recipe one way or another. Even started buying extra ingredients whenever he needs them, and him purposefully forgetting that he has brown sugar at the back of his cabinet.

You are loyal, and that’s what he sometimes hates about you too because it makes you more vulnerable. A little too easy to trample on. A little too easy to have you cheering for someone from the bleachers when they’re still on the bench.

Jungkook wonders if you’re loyal to him too, and if you were (which he’s sure of, and there’s no denying it), would you still be even if he feels like the two of you are growing apart?

“Then why do I feel that-“

He sighs in exasperation, head turning to face you and he’s greeted with your finger outstretched, digging in to where his dimple would appear.

He could look at you properly this time because he’s not in a rush asking if you’re okay. Eyes glazed looking up at him underneath your glasses, scrunched nose with the cutest smile and all that he wants this to never stop.

“Hey.”

You whisper in a rush all of a sudden, a toothy grin fading steadily when your thumb comes to rest on his cheek, whole hand soon pressed to it whole that Jungkook finds himself leaning.

“I’m in love with you.”

It comes out of you fluidly; no baited breath and no hesitation at all. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, actually. Not once did you think that you’d ever tell Jungkook you love him in this way, or ever for that matter, but it’s something that materialized out of thin air.

It’s as quick as a passing thought and as stable as a core memory, reiterating what is only a truth instead of a confession.

There’s no sadness in your gaze and no distrust either, but the smile that stretches on your cheeks doesn’t look as giddy.

He’s a little cross-eyed with how close you are, but Jungkook audibly whimpers when you pull away suddenly and out of the bed altogether, picking up your laptop from your table.

You don’t know what you’re doing either, but you could only hope that it looks as natural as it seemed, wanting him to know that your sudden realization that you need to make a twenty-page essay in size 12 font has nothing to do with your profession of love.

“But I know I shouldn’t, and besides, it’s a conflict of interest. Anyway, let’s just end this here now and-...”

“Are you insane?”

Jungkook exclaims in punctuation marks and of deep urgency, looking at you as if you suggested the most ridiculous thing ever after what you’ve just said, which you exactly did.

“Just continue loving me!”

He says it as the most obvious thing ever, his chest feeling an odd sense of relief after having blown up with emotion. He’s a sponge at this point in whatever relationship the two of you have. He’ll take what you can give, but this was something Jungkook would run to hell and back for to not take from you.

“You didn’t even ask if I loved you back! And that’s my honest answer, not something that would appease you when you return the question.”

He looks a little softer around the edges at the moment — arms flailing around and hair bouncing as he keeps moving his head.

His cheeks are puffed out when he’s angry and his lips are red from trying to get his point across strongly, stammering with what more he could think of in his head.

“It’s not a conflict of interest either! I only shadowed my dad to please him, but we both know that I don’t want to become a professor like him. You just think that it is because you’re up on the seats and I’m down on the podium!” he’s heated and his cheeks are warm and there’s no way it has something to do with your airconditioning.

“It’s a stint. It was a literal eight-week stint for free, because he’s the president for god’s sake — that’s it! I go back to my university in like what, a week? And they don’t even need me passing requirements, because they already know, again, that I’m the son of a university president! Honestly, it’d be stupid of them to.”

Jungkook feels like he’s gonna pass out with how overwhelmed he is. Too overwhelmed to the point that he doesn’t see you smiling out of the corner of his eye, hand rubbing down the length of his nape to his back.

It’s only then that you realize that he’s rambling and his voice is wavering, concern dripping down from you instead of amused laughter.

“Y/N, please, it’s convenient — more than convenient. I graduate this year, and you next year. The last thing I’d do in my life is grade papers. You know what I want to be? I wanna be-...”

Jungkook’s cut off with a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth that’s grounded him, blinking twice to look at you.

He should really kiss you right now.

“You could’ve condensed that into a single simple sentence,” you snort when you pull away from Jungkook’s hold, sending him a look of faux disappointment to which he whines. “It’s called I love you too, Jungkook.”

He squints at your teasing but reasons just as quick, sneaking in his head underneath your shirt to escape from your teasing and importantly, press a gentle kiss to your chest, then your boobs, and settling to lie down on your stomach as he’s content.

“I was panicked!”

Jungkook’s certain that he loves you, laughing to himself when he heard heavy knocks against your bedroom wall that just conveniently happens to be adjacent to Hoseok’s.

“Fucking finally! I was about to flirt with either of you just so you could cut to the chase and admit it to each other!”

Your laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, coming out from hiding underneath your shirt and just laying on top of your clothed tummy, hand looking for yours to hold on to.

You’ve been sleepy the entire time, he’s figured. You having switched to your glasses meant you’ve already had your night shower, and only had three hours maximum before succumbing to your bed. You’ve had a long day clearly, and it’s when you’re starting to succumb into sleep right exactly where you are that Jungkook suddenly remembers.

“You know what I want to be? I wanna be-…”

“With you.”

“Mhmm?” you all but mumble, feeling him adjust your head on the pillow while he lays on his, literal weight being lifted off from you.

Jungkook feels even more endeared if that’s any more possible, the tiniest boop to your nose and the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I wanna be with you.”

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hai-nakyuu · 3 years ago

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demure (adj); sugawara x reader

reserved, modest, and shy

tw: 18+, corruption kink, cocky but sweet sugawara, virgin!reader, praise, dumbification, a lil overstim, dacryphilia

koushi sugawara never understood the concept of corruption.

he never really got how it amused his fellow third-years every time someone- say, yachi, or yamaguchi- would furrow their eyebrows in confusion at a not-so child-friendly joke tanaka or nishinoya cracked.

he never really minded how tsukishima howled in laughter as hinata and kageyama unkowingly shared an “indirect kiss” through a water bottle.

he never really cared about if someone was a virgin, because to him, whether you’ve had a dick inside you or not doesn’t change who you are.

that is, until he met the quiet, innocent, and pure little angel called you.

“do i... look okay?”

“”okay?” princess,” he laughs softly. “you’d bring venus and aphrodite to their knees.”

he says it to calm your rushing pulse, but, to his slight amusement, it just makes you even more flustered.

you’ve never done this before: dress up in lingerie for a boy.

but this wasn’t just any other boy.

this was koushi, the boy you trusted with all your heart to cherish you in every way.

“this is the most beautiful two piece i’ve ever seen,” his eyes trail up and down your body, “though.... i suppose it’s because you’re wearing it.”

your eyes avert from his piercing gaze as you blush at his words. “i kind of missed one ribbon at the back, though,” you scratch the back of your neck nervously. “could you...”

“do the honors?” he grins. “thought you’d never ask.”

you smile back up at him, but you can see a tiny shimmer in his eyes that says he wants you, needs you.

he moves to sit behind you on the bed, and runs his hands down your shoulder blades. you can feel his slow, steady breath on your back as his hands trail down the lace, his thumb brushing each thread, until his fingers reach the last untied ribbon of the corset.

his breath hitches. his heart skips a beat.

it feels like he’s wrapping his own present.

your eyes flutter shut as he slowly ties the string into a neat ribbon. it’s as if to confrm that this is real: you’re about to give yourself to him. you know koushi feels this finality too, that he’s the first to see you like this.

what you don’t know is how hard it is for him to hold back.

he’s never felt this urge to protect you for anyone else. sure, he’s been an older brother figure to his kouhais, and he’s always been the one to take initiative during dates and other intimate activities, but there’s something about being the one to teach you about pleasure that sends blood rushing to his cock.

once you feel his hands leave your back, you slowly turn around to meet his gaze. his irises have darkened, his eyes almost completely black with desire.

it ignites something warm in the pit of your stomach.

there’s a long, quiet moment, the air silent besides both your heavy breathing.

koushi doesn’t move just yet. he literally can’t. something about seeing you this vulnerable, something about seeing the love in your eyes, makes him realize just how much trust you’re giving to him, and how much he wants to drive you mad with his touch.

and then you smile softly, let your eyes flutter shut, and slowly snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in- almost hesitantly- for a kiss.

gosh, every time your lips touch his he just falls harder.

his hands find home in your hair as he tilts his head a little to the side, deepening the kiss, teasing your lower lip with his tongue. you gasp and he chuckles against your mouth, pressing his lips- and the rest of his body- harder on you as his patience slowly trickles away like sand in an hourglass.

whatever he’s trying to hold back, he doesn’t think he can for long.

you lay back down on the bed, pulling koushi to hover on top of you. god, this boy was a sight, hair tousled, his lips a little pinkish with your lipstick, and- fuuuuuck, the sexy grin as he dips his head into your neck and experimentally plants kisses on your skin. you giggle a bit and blush because you’re ticklish, and he swears if this moment were any more innocent he could just swoop you up and ruffle your hair as you giggle in his arms.

what you don’t expect is how he suddenly sucks on a certain spot and before you can stop yourself-

“h-hah! god, koushi-”

koushi’s cock strains hard in his pants at the pathetic adorable whine you let out. he masks an aroused groan with a chuckle as he repeats the action.

again.

and again.

and a few times too many, actually, because he can feel your chest rising and falling against his, your much smaller hands gripping onto his shoulders.

delighted by your sensitivity, he keeps this up for another minute before he breaks away, adorning a cocky smirk as his tongue darts out to drag across his lips.

“your-your lips are pink,” you inform him, and he chuckles sweetly as he tastes your strawberry lipstick on his tongue.

“tasty,” he jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. even at such an intimate moment koushi can be so goofy.

“you’re such a dork,” you tease, and he smirks a little as his hands drag down your waist, squeezing a little at your hips.

“i’m a dork, huh, angel?” he drawls against your ear as his fingers toy with the ribbons of the last piece of cloth covering your mound. “let’s see if you still think i’m a dork when you’re soaking my fingers later.”

he pulls your panties off, watching as a pale, white string of wetness connects from the cloth to your already dripping folds.

“you got off on a bit of kissing, darling?” he smirks up at you, and you thrash away from him, embarrassed that he has to see you wet.

“i’m sorry- i didn’t mean to pee- i already went to the bathroom before-”

“don’t sweat, it, angel, it’s normal,” koushi chuckles. it’s funny how he has to remind himself that this is your first time. he takes your hands, and places them on the headboard above you, before fluffing up the pillow your hear is on, sneaking a quick kiss to your lips before sinking back down between your legs.

“it is?” you ask, curiosity halting your flustered movements.

“of course, it means you’re liking it,” he says, hands on your thighs slowly pushing your legs apart, “do you like it, hmm, angel?”

“i-i think i do,” you stutter, nodding. he smiles, but it’s a little mocking as he regards your innocent confusion.

“you have no idea what i’m going to do to you,” he drawls. “but don’t worry, you won’t have to think about aaaaaanything. just lay there and be my good angel while i fuck you so good, hmm?”

“okay,” you whimper, already shaking in anticipation.

“good, that’s a good girl,” he praises you. he slowly licks up and down your folds, dipping his tongue into your cavern and curling it at the tip before slipping out. he laps up all your arousal, humming at the taste of untainted purity as his tongue swirls around your bud before his lips latch around it and suck, eliciting a choked up whine of his name.

fuck,he thinks. how is he going to take this slow if you’re laying there so willingly, making the sweetest, lewdest noises he’s ever heard?

he knows the answer: he won’t.

you don’t even notice his right hand nearing your folds, too immensed in the feeling of being so stimulated until you feel the pads of his fingers prod at your entrance, freezing up in anticipation.

“hey, hey, don’t tense up, princess,” he coos. he kitten licks at your clit to get you to relax, while two of his digits slowly enter your cunt.

he curls his fingers slowly, knowing that if he tries hard enough he’ll find a spot that’ll make you see stars-

“f- ah! koushiiii-”

“there it is,” he grins. “does it feel good now, angel?”

“mhm,” you whine.

“so responsive,” he chuckles. “i’m gonna start moving them, alright?”

it’s kind of a rhetorical question, because once he gets to thrusting his fingers in and out of your folds, curling and prodding at the most sensitive parts inside you.

fuck, none of his fantasies can ever compare to this moment, seeing all your reactions, feeling you clench down on him so desperately, and hearing you mewl and whimper his name. up to just earlier today, he had to control himself not to think of such sinful things around you, because surely you must think him weird, perverted, or even disgusting; you’re the most preciousgirl in his eyes, why would he evertell you that he thinks about your bashful smile every time he fists his cock at night?

but one glance at your face, seeing how your back arches off the bed, desperate to cum even if you probably don’t know what that means, tells him that maybe he could keep you innocent. he could keep this beautiful expression of pleasure to himself, let everyone else think you’re so sweet and uncorrupted when in reality, behind closed doors you’re on your way to becoming his lovely, obedient prey.

his prey that he cherishes and loves.

everything is a blur to him when he quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue, guiding you to your first orgasm (of many) as you tug hard on his hair, giving up on trying to hide your noises when the pleasure takes over the sanest part of your mind and body.

it washes over you like perfectly warm water; a shock trickling up your toes all the way to your spine, your back arching as koushi removes his mouth from you.

“there you go,” he lets you down from your high gently. your head falls back on the pillow, your breaths heavy, but you can still feel when his fingers slip out of you, quick, but you’re so sensitive it makes you clench down on nothing a few times.

“aww, you want more?” koushi teases. “greedy little thing.”

you whine softly, but he clicks his tongue, not taking that for an answer.

“what’s that, angel? i can’t understand you, darling, you gotta use your words,” he smirks down at you.

you open your mouth to reply when he taps a few times on your clit, effectively reducing you to choked-up whimpers.

it almost makes him forget how he’s painfully rock hard in his jeans.

discarding the rest of his clothes, koushi pulls down his underwear, and his cock springs out, and your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he kisses you on the lips quickly. “i’ll go slowly.”

he moves to trail his tongue along the helix of your ear, reducing his voice to a dark, breathy drawl.

“for now.”

he lines up his cock with your folds, pressing in gently, taking note of every change in your expression.

but god, it felt so good. koushi could feel you squeezing him so hard. he balls up his fists, keeping them away from you so you don’t get scared.

“d-does it hurt, angel?” he asks breathily, fighting the urge to sink in completely.

“n-nuh,” you grit out. “f-feels weird.”

“it’s alright, don’t worry, i’m almost- f-f-fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into your ear.

his breath hitches as he feels you shiver at those words.

oh.

well if that isn’t fucking adorable.

“how ‘bout i give my angel a reward?” he praises you, his other hand slipping between your folds, rubbing circles into your clit.

neither of you are prepared for how it feels; you’re immediately mewling into his shoulder, your nerves on fire as your legs start twitching uncontrollably, your hands helplessly clawing at his back, as your cunt clenches down on him so good it makes koushi’s eyes go wide and feral.

“p-please move, k-koushi” you whine into his ear, and that makes him fucking snap.

he’s in a daze he grabs your legs and lifts them over his shoulders, thrusting all the way in with one swift move, making you let out a high-pitched moan into your hand.

he’d be more gentle if he could, he swears, but something takes control- or rather, loses it inside of him as he grabs both your wrists in one hand, slamming them above you as he thrusts in and out of you, knocking the wind out of you as you squeeze down on him sporadically.

“don’t you fucking dare hide from me,” he groans, watching as your back arches so sexily as he fucks you the way he’s always wanted to.

“i’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, angel, and now i can finally tell you how much i’ve dreamed of fucking that pretty little smile and making you cry. so i wanna see every bit of you, understand?”

he rips off the lace top with one hand, and you moan brazenly at his show of strength. he licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts before latching onto one of your perked nipples and sucking hard, making you squeal and sob fom the pleasure.

“f-f-fuck, please koushi-” your moans get louder and louder and louder, your legs shaking as you feel something crashing over you so hard it makes you see white-

just as koushi’s about to reach his peak as well, a memory flashes through his head from what seems so long ago.

“i... like you too, sugawara-san,” you smiled up at him shyly, holding the second button of his school shirt in your hand which he had offered you so sweetly.

“you do?” he laughs, half in joy, half in slight disbelief.

“well, why wouldn’t i?” you beam up at him. “you’re so sweet to everyone, and i really feel at home with you, you’re very attractive-”you chuckle in a fluster at this- “and you’ve always been so...”

“what?” he tilts his head curiously.

“...so nurturing to me, if that’s the word,” you avert your eyes to your feet bashfully. “you could teach me a lot of things too!”

“yeah,” he holds his arms out, and you gingerly slip into his embrace, melting into his chest. “maybe i could.”

- the end

#sugawara fic #sugawara koushi #sugawara smut #dom!sugawara #sugawara headcanon #sugawara imagine #sugawara koshi imagine #hq sugawara #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu oneshots

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Side Effects | Bruce Banner x reader

summary: you never know what might be in the beakers at another chemist's station. you never know which of your colleagues might come along just in the knick of time to become the only antidote to your affliction.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut! (dub con due to sex pollen), semi-public sex (because technically someone could have walked by but unlikely), guilt/hesitance, kinda pining??, fingering, creampie,

a/n: yes, this is an accurate depiction of emergency shower protocol in a chemical lab and yes it is every lab technician's worst nightmare. thankfully the other stuff is not an accurate depiction of any known chemical, lol.

You wiped your forehead with a tired sigh, staring down at the calculations in front of you before using your pen to scribble over them before tearing out the page and throwing it away.

“You still do that by hand?” Bruce interjected, making you look up at where he was leaning in the doorway to the lab, watching you work.

“Oh, Dr. Banner!” you greeted with a smile, wondering if it was too ecstatic. You weren’t so good at the ‘playing it cool’ thing like he seemed to be.

“We have all those fancy screens and digital whiteboards, you know,” he explained as he stepped in and looked around at your work. “Not to mention the computer can do that stuff for you.”

“I know,” you scoffed, “but I always feel better doing it myself, on real paper. Not that I’m having any luck at the moment…”

"Here, I'll give them a quick look while you take a break," he offered, glancing at the numbers from over your shoulder. "You just get up and stretch your legs for a minute, doc."

You always thought it was sort of silly for him to call you that when he was a doctor as well, but you didn't complain.

Regardless, you were about to tell him that it was fine and you didn't need a break, but he was leaning in closer to take your seat and the proximity was so intimidating that you hopped up and went along with it anyways. He sat down and pondered your calculations while you circled the lab, taking a moment to appreciate how nice it felt to stand up and move around after sitting for so long.

"Your handwriting is…" Bruce trailed off, adjusting his glasses.

"Feminine and graceful?" you finished sarcastically.

"Sure," he chuckled.

"Yeah, just like me—" you started to quip, but mid-sentence you (ironically) stumbled and tripped, using a nearby table to catch yourself— but you accidentally grabbed onto a beaker, which tipped over and smashed onto the ground. The liquid inside spilled onto the floor just before you did, and you winced as you fell into the puddle of the unknown substance.

“Shit!” you hissed as you scrambled to get up, looking down at your clothes and seeing they were covered in the fluid, which was beginning to evaporate, or steam, or something. Remembering lab safety protocols, you instantly began to strip, closing your eyes and wishing Bruce hadn’t come in just before this. As you shirked your lab coat, shirt, and skirt, you walked to the emergency shower, pulling the lever and gasping when the chilly stream of water poured down on you. Bruce looked at you with wide eyes before being kind enough to turn around as you shivered and removed your bra and underwear, now completely naked and weakly scrubbing yourself with your hands in hopes that none of the chemical had gotten onto your skin.

“What is it?” he asked nervously, turning his head back enough that you could hear him over the flow of water, but hopefully not so much that he could see anything important.

“I don’t know,” you answered, “it’s not mine. It’s something Dr. Sutherland was working on…”

“Is it… are you in pain at all?” he asked, even more concerned, and you tried to decide if you could feel any effects.

“N-no…” you answered hesitantly. You felt hot, and strange, and you were covered in rolling chills, but you figured that was just the situation you were in— naked in a tepid shower in front of your coworker who just so happened to be incredibly sexy.

“I should call poison control,” Bruce offered as he reached for his cell phone.

“No, I’m fine,” you denied as the water flow slowed down and you wiped your face, confident that you looked like a complete mess— but at least you saved yourself from whatever was in that beaker, right?

“Here,” Bruce offered an emergency blanket to you after pulling it off a nearby shelf, and it was not at all absorbent but it helped with the draft as you stepped away from the shower which was still leaking the last few drops of water onto the drain on the floor.

“Thank you,” you nodded nervously, shivering and dripping and looking back at him with no idea what to say at all.

“Do you feel alright? I should check you for burns,” he suggested. “I— I won’t look…”

“Please,” you sighed, pulling the blanket a bit to expose your chest and stomach. He brushed his hand over the skin there, making you instantly whine as heat burned just under your skin, clouding your mind and making you crave even more.

"Did that hurt?" he asked anxiously, pulling away, but you stepped closer.

"No it's… it's good, it's so good."

He furrowed his brow as he looked down at you, putting the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up, doc, you must be running a fever of 105."

"Touch me more, please," you whimpered. It was like you were in a dream, everything foggy and distant, and the only time that anything made sense was when he touched you. Or maybe it was that his touch sent you further into delirium; you couldn't be sure.

He gasped when he looked at your quivering legs only to find slick arousal running down the inside of them, threatening to drip onto the floor.

"Oh," he sighed.

"Please," you begged mindlessly, "Dr. Banner, I n-need you…"

"No, you need medical attention."

You whined and grabbed as his shirt, humming at the feeling of his warm skin just beneath. If the forearms that he often left exposed in rolled-up sleeves were anything to go buy, his chest was probably toned and tanned, lightly dusted with dark hair… you were all but drooling at the thought. "Please, Bruce… just help me," you pleaded, looking up into his eyes which were swirling with conflict.

"I can't," he shook his head. "I'd be taking advantage."

He must have seen the heartbreak of rejection make you wince, because he tried to soothe you with his hands resting on your arms— even just that contact making you suppress a moan.

"I've wanted this for so long," he explained, "and you— you haven't. You're unwell, you need to go to a hospital."

You sobbed a little at the idea of being taken away from him and examined by strangers, when you knew the solution was right in front of you. "No, no Bruce they'll touch me! Nobody can touch me but you, I only want you."

He scoffed, but you heard the weakness in it and you needed him to give in soon before you melted from your own hear. "You're deranged— delirious," he reiterated.

"It'll feel so good, please Bruce, I'll be so good for you— anything you want, I'll do it, I'm yours."

"Stop talking like that," he winced. "I can't… I can't."

"I need to feel you inside me, Dr. Banner, I need it more than anything. It's just gonna get worse… please, help me. I want you. I trust you."

"You'll hate me in the morning," he asserted. "God, this is so wrong…"

But much to your relief, he reached down and hesitantly slid his thick middle finger through your folds, gasping gently as he felt how wet you were. "I should t-take you somewhere private."

"No, need you now— right here," you pleaded, trying to chase his touch with your hips.

"But if someone came by—" he began to fret, glancing at the door; but his attention was turned back to you by your hands weaving into his hair.

"Nobody else stays this late, god, Bruce please I just need you so bad—"

He cut you off with a sudden kiss, which was enough on its own to make warmth bloom in your gut, but then he started to move his finger again and you shuddered with a moan that was muffled by his lips.

"Maybe I can make you come like this," he offered as he pulled back just enough to whisper to you, "would that help you? It'll take the edge off."

You bucked and moaned against his fingers, just those subtle touches driving you wild. "N-no, it has to be inside! You have to fuck me, I need your cock."

He breathed through his teeth, like he was almost considering it, but then looked away. "I can't," he shook his head.

"Can't or won't?"

He frowned. "Won't. I'll get you off with my fingers, otherwise it would be… too selfish."

"Bruce, I'm literally begging you for it," you sighed, the irritated tone that you'd intended lost in the moans he elicited by rubbing your swollen clit.

"I know," he winced, "I know and it's killing me that I can't give you what you're asking for… I swear if it wasn't like this…" he trailed off as you looked up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What would it be like?" you asked lowly. "Tell me how you would fuck me."

For all his shyness before, there was a brief switch in his demeanor as he leaned in, breath hot against your neck as he whispered, two fingers sliding into your channel at the exact moment that he spoke.

"So fucking hard."

You whimpered, knees wobbling a bit as you tried to ride his fingers— but he wasn't pushing back, wasn't giving you enough force to balance against when you sought more friction. "P-please, Bruce— I know you want to, please, please baby I need it so bad…"

"I know," he breathed, free hand cradling your face as his thumb stroked your cheek, and it was so needlessly compassionate, so effortlessly soothing that your heart had no choice but to clench at his tenderness. Other parts of you clenched as well, in much more literal ways, but the heart thing was more important.

You gingerly reached forward and palmed his cock through his pants, moaning when you felt how hard it was. "You're desperate, too," you informed him with a little smile. "It hurts, doesn't it? It aches."

"Yes," he answered tensely.

"I'm hurting too. I'm aching, for you. Please, Bruce, help me."

As he pulled back and examined your face, he chewed his lip and contemplated. He couldn't stand to see you in pain, but he couldn't comprehend what he had to do to help you. Well, okay, that's not totally accurate because he had actually "comprehended" the idea of making love to you plenty of times. But that was just a fantasy, a very misguided one that he only indulged in in his weakest moments. And in those fantasies, shockingly enough, you were always completed lucid and of sound mind and body. He sadly could not say that for you at the moment, and of course he couldn't because of course when you were sober and healthy, you didn't see him that way.

Bruce prided himself on his logic, his integrity, his patience. Suddenly, those qualities were falling prey to a much deeper, carnal instinct that saw this not as a predicament but as an opportunity. Logic states, after all, that it would be wasteful to have everything he wanted thrown into his lap and to let it go to waste.

"Fuck," he groaned as he kissed you again, fucking you faster with his fingers. You moaned and went for his belt, barely managing to open it with your hands shaking so much; part of you had considered just trying to rip the leather off of him, and with the force of your need it seemed almost plausible.

Finally getting his trousers opened just enough to reach inside, you purred as you reached in and navigated past his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard cock. It was so thick and smooth and hot and you almost wanted to drop to your knees and take it in your throat right then, but you had better plans.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, grinning against you at the way you whined, before wrapping his arms around you and quickly instructing you to jump.

It was infuriating, how easily he caught you when you wrapped your body around him. Infuriating and so painfully sexy.

He never broke the kiss as he walked the two of you to your lab table, sliding the papers aside and onto the floor to set you on it. You started on his aggravatingly-small shirt buttons while he pushed his trousers and boxers down the rest of the way, and god his cock was right there between your legs, so close but very much too far away for your liking.

You didn't have the time or energy to get his shirt off, settling for just running your hands over the exposed skin instead. He grinned and watched the path your hands made, hissing slightly when they wrapped around his shaft— for a second you swore you could feel it throb.

"Don't make me wait anymore," you whispered your plea, sighing a little when he nodded.

"Okay baby," he agreed.

"Been waiting so long," you whined.

"Me too," he nodded, and with a little push, his cock slid all the way into you and filles you to the brim. Even when you were completely drenched, the girth of him was so wide that it stung, that it tore you open, but you loved it. Your head fell back and just from him being inside you, you came. The substance had you so needy and sensitive that that was all it took. It wasn't enough yet, of course. You knew you needed more. But God, he felt so good you could hardly breathe.

"Baby," you heard Bruce gasp, his fingers digging into your hips. Your chest twisted when he laughed a little, breathless and just teetering on the line between complimentary and mocking. "Did you just come?"

You considered playing dumb, but nodded instead.

His smile was apparent when he pressed his lips just below your ear to suck on the delicate skin there, his teeth trailing up to nibble your earlobe lightly. You hoped he would leave a mark, you hoped he would leave lots of marks that you could remember this by for weeks to come.

"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" he asked breathlessly, whispering so quietly you could barely hear it over the beating of your own pulse which echoed in your ears.

"You feel so good," you justified, "so fucking good, Bruce."

"You too," he sighed as he finally pulled back and slid into you again, the friction making your back arch instantly. "Even better than I imagined."

You smiled and wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him to push deeper with each thrust. When he pushed you to your limits it felt like you might just fall apart right there, but it was so worth it.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached down and circled a thumb over your overstimulated clit, grinning down at you at the sight of you writhing and bucking wildly in his arms.

"Fuck!" you cried as you tightened your hands on his shoulders into fists hard enough to risk tearing through his shirt.

"Too much?"

"More," you pleaded instead, crying out when he gave you exactly what you wanted with fast, rough thrusts into your drenched walls. "Yes," you sobbed, "yes, fuck— m'gonna come, Bruce, gonna come again."

"Go ahead," he encouraged, voice so much rougher than normal, "show me how good it feels, baby."

It felt like his words were the thin that pushed you over the edge, as if your body somehow both understood and obeyed his command. You could feel a renewed wave of slick leak out from you, enough that you could hear the wetness in each slap of his hips against yours. His name was somewhere in the litany of curses and praises that spilled from your lips, your mind too clouded with hazy pleasure to keep track of what you were actually saying.

"Just like that," he groaned, "doing so good, fuck, say my name just like that every time I make you come."

An easy enough stricture to follow, especially when it seemed like he was all you could think about. He looked so different with his clothes half-shorn and his eyes dark with lust. He hadn't taken his glasses or labcoat off and you weren't sure which of those you were happier about.

His lips and hands were all over you; you couldn't even keep track of everywhere he was touching you, that's how overwhelming it was. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he groaned against your skin, finding a hardened nipple as his tongue explored you and wrapping his lips around it. "You are so goddamn sexy, you know that? I love seeing you with your legs spread for me like a needy little whore. I love hearing you moan and knowing I'm the one making you feel this good."

He took a moment to look at you and soak in your shocked reaction to his words before leaning in to continue.

"I love feeling you come for me," he purred in your ear.

"Then you're gonna really like what I'm about to do," you shivered.

"Yeah? You can gimme another one already?" he smiled. "Such a good girl…"

You really couldn't help it, it felt like everything he did only enhanced your pleasure— his words, his hands all over you, not to even mention his cock inside you. As much as the hedonistic corner of your brain was happy to let this go on forever, the ramifications of constant orgasms were finally catching up with you as you wondered how much more of this you could take.

"F-fuck, are you close?" you asked weakly. "Want you to come for me, Bruce, please."

"I-I'll pull out," he suggested, although the way he looked down at his length sinking into you and pulling back out, covered in your abundant arousal, didn't exactly indicate that he was willing and able to actually make good on his offer.

"No!" you yelped, pulling him closer by his unbuttoned shirt. "It needs to be inside, Bruce, please come inside me."

"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth.

"Please, Bruce, please, promise you'll come inside."

"I will," he sighed, "fuck, I will baby, I promise I'm gonna fill you up so good, you're gonna have my come so fucking deep inside you…"

"Yes!" you moaned, completely unabashed as the unknown substance had apparently absolved you of any shame whatsoever. "Yes, I want it, Bruce, I want your come."

The moment you felt his seed start to paint your walls, you felt relief begin to wash over you. Your mind and body relaxed, the overwhelming heat under your skin subsiding into a comforting warmth, the desperation that had burned in your gut satiated at last.

And that left you staring up at him in realization of what you had done, just as he looked back at you with the same.

"God, I'm so sorry—" he shuddered, moving to pull away. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips again, holding him close.

"N-no, wait," you groaned, "it's okay. Don't go."

"You don't hate me," he said, the exhaustion in his tone making it hard to tell if it was a question or a statement.

"Never," you sighed with a weak smile, sitting up to clutch his face and kiss him again. "God, Bruce, now I'm just wondering what took us so long."

"Our lab safety is just too good, clearly," he smiled as he kissed you again, pulling back a little too soon to examine your face where he held it in his hands. "Are you okay? You should still probably go to a doctor…"

"I'm already with a doctor," you smirked, "and his treatment was very effective."

"Yeah, that was…" he trailed off, wide eyes as if he were reminiscing about what had only just transpired.

"Sorry for being so… desperate," you cringed. "I didn't mean to… um… impose…"

He just laughed and kissed your forehead, making you feel your cheeks warm a bit; ironic that with everything that had just happened, this was what made you blush. "A beautiful, amazing woman that I've been dreaming about for months begs me to take her in the laboratory… really inconvenient."

"I mean, cleaning up these papers and the broken glass is gonna be pretty tedious, along with the incident report," you frowned.

"I'll help you with it," he offered.

"Tomorrow," you decided. "Right now, I'm taking you to my place."

"Is that so?" he asked with a bemused smirk.

"Yep. We both are in serious need of a shower, and then I wanna go again," you grinned wickedly.

"I thought you said you weren't feeling the effects of the chemical anymore," he recalled, voice tinted with concern.

"I'm not," you reassured, "I'm just feeling the effects of you."

#bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x you #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x y/n

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cultgambles · 3 years ago

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Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

Masterlist | Requests? open

The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, [Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.

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cedric diggory x fem!reader

part two: Dreamiest Boy in School.

warnings: smut, shower sex, swearing, oral (female receiving), masturbation.

If you are not comfortable please do not read.

summary: Cedric’s been in love with you for years. What will he do when he catches the reader moaning his name after a quidditch game in the prefect’s bathroom. Fluff at the end.

a/n: characters are 18+ and it is fully consensual.

word count: 4.2k

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Cedric first met you in his fifth year when he’d first been appointed captain of the hufflepuff team, it was your first time trying out despite also being in your fifth, but it was no secret that it wasn’t your first time on the pitch. You were a natural, blocking quaffles with ease, letting none enter the goal. Your movements were smooth, elegant, but forceful, effectively getting the job done, but truly showing off the art of flying. Cedric had to forcibly pinch himself after you touched down.

Today was a rough game against gryffindor, It went on much longer than it needed to with Ms. Pink Toad calling random people from the pitch and ‘hem hemming’ every time someone managed to score a goal. When Cedric had eventually caught the snitch, he had to deal with a ten minute long speech from Umbridge speaking of his bravery and strength, he cut it short after she began to run her hands over his face.

Now came Cedric’s favourite part of the game, his friends had already congratulated him on the win, but he was close by you and your friends as you touched down from the goal post. You were distributing high-fives to everyone, even throwing Cedric a quick thumbs up before running to your gym bag and taking a long sip from your water bottle. Here it comes, your pupils glance from side to side, scanning the area before grabbing the hem of your jersey to dab at the sweat running down your face. No one on the team cared you did this, but you still felt weird randomly pulling your jersey up to clean off your face. You did this after every practice and game, and although he didn’t mean to intrude Cedric found himself gazing at you often.

Cedric takes his bottom lip into his teeth as he looks to the grass beneath him, his thoughts running wild. He pictures what it would be like if he was the one pulling at your shirt, slowly pushing it up your gorgeous body as you beg him to take it off, rolling your hips desperately against his. The seeker’s pants were starting to get a little more constricting at the thought.

Ever since his first time seeing you at the pitch, he’d find himself thinking of you this way a lot. His name spilling from your lips, mouth agape, legs quivering. It kept him awake often, thinking about you. Imagining the feeling of your lips pressed to his as he rocked his hips in and out of you. He didn’t appreciate the sinful thoughts encasing his mind every time he saw you, it drove him insane. Any time you licked your lips, shook out your hair, smirked or even simply laughed, he’d have to excuse himself to rid of the heat from his face.

It was even worse the two of you had become close friends in the last two years, you were the person to help and train him for the triwizard tournament, working out with him often and supporting him through his challenges, also being his unofficial ‘date’ to the ball. You pushed him well, preparing him for the physical challenges that lay ahead in the contest, but only having his crush grow as you worked by his side and hugged him good luck. After he won, you were one of the first people he went to after his father. You had jumped into his arms and held him tight as he recounted the story of how Voldemort had stunned him and Harry had saved his life. Upon finishing the story, you had kissed him on the cheek and whispered.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone.”

He knew then that he was never going to let you go.

Cedric did his best to put your friendship first, reminding himself of your platonic status and your great history. He couldn’t jeopardize it all, even if he fancied you. Running himself a cold shower after stripping down his robes in the prefect’s bathroom, he tries to place his thoughts in a different headspace. He ignores his surroundings as he tries to rid himself of the dirty images, letting the cold water stream onto his face. It was practically useless, his mind drifted back to your lips pulled between your teeth or how your lips felt against his cheek after each hit of cold water. With one small thought, his arousal and need grows.

Sighing quietly and shutting the tap off, the hufflepuff head boy wraps a towel around his waist as he picks up his bag to begin getting changed. Halfway to zip open his bag, he can hear a shaky voice calling, not to far away.

“Oh f-fuck Ced.”

Body immediately going rigid, the wide-eyed boy regains his train of thought and remembering where he is, glancing around the showers. The voice was so familiar, close.

So... dream-like. Sifting through his memories to match the voice, he thinks of people close to him that were also prefects or head girls, the only person to came to mind was you, but that was impossible. What were you doing saying his name so beautifully.

“Faster, please.” The voice rang out again in a softer mewl. The brunette’s cheeks light on fire as the voice finally registers in his ears, no doubt it was your soft cry. Despite his better judgment, Cedric needed to check this out. To make sure he wasn’t just imagining your voice begging for him.

As he approaches the shower he hears the voice from, he can hear a heavy pant and a shower getting louder. Standing before the closed curtain. His hand hovering over top the thin material, he mentally debates this, perhaps he was wrong. He might’ve misheard, and the he’d be barging in on a random girl. Pulling his hand away he turn to leave, but another moan perks his attention.

“F-fuck Cedric, I-I’m gonna c-cum.” A quivering whimper, cries his name again.

He’d heard you say his name about a million times, cheering him on, talking to him, laughing out his name. That was you inside, about to cum to his image.

Not able to take it anymore and he rips open the shower curtain, his cock springing up under the towel and pure desire taking over his senses. There you were, damp hair streaming down your shoulders, leaning against a wall with one hand on your breast and the other deep between your legs, pushing in and out at a rapid pace, practically sobbing for release.

“Are you masturbating?”

You barely register the soft question, but as your eyes open they instantly flash with horror and you immediately pull your hands away from your body, meeting gazes with a wide-eyed Cedric. A flood of embarrassment consumes you, he must have heard you. Merlin, you felt disgusting.

“Oh my gosh Cedric I’m so sorry!” You apologize frantically, rushing to grab your towel and cover yourself as tears of self-consciousness begin to well in your eyes. “I didn’t- I’m so sorry.” You try and push him out of your way, but Cedric will not let you pass, his grey eyes still staring holes into you. Agonizing seconds pass as he simply looks you down, your head swiveling around to look anywhere but his stoic gaze.

Finally smirks in amusement, Cedric reaches over and takes your chin in between his fingers, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, you ready yourself for a lecture, or maybe screams, but it doesn’t come.

“I like the way you said my name.” Cedric teases, pushing you back into the running shower.

“Hands between your thighs and on your breast, were you thinking about this?” Cedric purrs, pushing you against the smooth wall and pressing his chest against yours, slowly rocking his hard on against your sensitive clit with the rough towel around his waist.

“Imagining me taking you in the shower, fucking you against the wall and whispering dirty thoughts into your ear?” He continues in a low voice, continuing the gentle rock of his hips.

Your mouth drops open at Cedric’s reaction and the waves of pleasure clouding your senses. “Answer me.” Cedric growls, pushing harder against you and encasing you in his arms, his elbows by your head and his forearms against the wall. “Y-yes, I-I was.” your soft voice breathes out. “Yes, who?” Cedric grins, his eyes growing dark with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Yes Cedric.” You moan as the toned hufflepuff continues to roll his hips slowly, an approving smirk spreading on his lips.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wished to do this love.” Cedric begins to nip at your neck, sucking and kissing around until he finds the spot that makes your breath hitch. You bite your lip to suppress the upcoming moan.

“Stop.” Cedric’s needy voice growls at you. “The only one who’ll be biting those lips is me.” He states, desire lacing every word.

Roughly pushing his lips against yours in a heated kiss, his warm tongue swirls around your mouth, drinking in your intoxicating taste and gliding his rough fingertips up and down your body, memorizing every curve before coming to rest on your hips. Your teeth clash, pleasure and heat travel to your core, fueling your arousal as a hard member prods at you from under Cedric’s dangerously low towel.

“Besides, I want the whole castle to know you’re mine.” The grey-eyed hufflepuff bucks his hips into yours again making you squirm. “C-Cedric!” You cry out, wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and digging your nails into your champion’s back, the steam in the shower clouds your perception even more, all you could sense was Cedric’s body against yours, every muscle every scar. Cedric’s teasing lips pull up again as you begin to ramble.

“I-I need you.” you beg nervously, grinding your hips against the soaked material of Cedric’s towel.

“Would you like my fingers or my tongue love.” Cedric’s cool digits brush the inside of your thighs, you nearly jump at the feeling. “Both.” You manage to whimper out as Cedric’s hard stare bores into you.

“Dirty girl.” He smirks teasingly, his voice smooth as satin and dark as sin. “Beg for it.”

You could feel your arousal growing at Cedric’s words. You’d never seen him as the type to wish his partner to beg, but Merlin you weren’t complaining.

“Please Cedric, I need you. You make me feel so fucking good, please don’t stop, let the whole castle know who I belong to.”

Your champion’s eyes go from a piercing grey to almost black as lust and arousal course through his veins. He slowly lowers himself to the ground, pressing kisses all the way down to where you needed him most. Cedric takes his time spreading your legs apart and kissing up your inner thighs and blowing on your clit, sending shockwaves up your trembling form. He looks back up at you as he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your folds and begins to swirl his tongue around your clit. Your thoughts run cold, all that consumes your mind was the ecstasy running through your veins, Cedric flicking his tongue around your sex, fucking you with his tongue and lapping hungrily at your sweet juices.

“Oh fuck Cedric, please don’t stop.” Your mewling voice begs needlingly, breathing heavily to keep yourself from falling over.

Cedric smiles into you and slowly teases his fingers around your entrance, tracing along the edge of your slit before sinking two long digits into your wetness. spots flash in front of your eyes as your head falls back against the wall. Cedric pulls and pushes his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, twisting them around and bending slightly as your walls grow tighter around him. He uses his body to keep your legs from doubling over in pleasure and continues to ravage you with both his tongue and fingers. flicking and sucking at your bundle of nerves while thrusting his fingers in and out of your core. A familiar knot begins to form and you dig your hand into Cedric’s damp hair, pulling him closer to you and desperately rocking your hips against his face, desperate for any more friction he could give you. Cedric chuckles at your moaning form. Sending even more delicious vibrations to your sensitive clit, as moans mix with longing cries of your lover’s name. Cedric pulls his mouth away, bringing himself to a standing position, still burying his fingers in you, replacing his tongue with his calloused thumb to massage your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“You don’t know what you do to me darling. How does it make you feel that you give me a hard-on every time you lift that shirt up to wipe your face? Every time you bite that gorgeous lip, or flip your hair you’d have me wanting to bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

You try and respond, but the pleasure Cedric was giving to you was all your mind could take. The sound of his fingers pounding into your wet core and Cedric’s deep pants were driving you insane. You can only moan in response and crash your lips against his again. You can taste yourself as Cedric dips his tongue against yours, nibbling on your lip and picking up his pace with his fingers. A familiar knot forms in your abdomen and you have to pull away from Cedric’s lips to moan and arch your back even more, you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the rough fingers pounding in and out of you.

All at once the knot snaps and waves upon waves of euphoria washes over you and consuming your vision in white. Crying out Cedric’s name over and over again, the brunette helps you ride out your high, continuing to pulse his fingers in your clenching hole and kneeling down again to lap up your juices as you moan out and rock your hips gently, Cedric’s cock begins to twitch like mad watching he waves of cum spill from your core, but he takes his time, savoring every drop of your sex.

Cedric is practically beaming with pride as he stands again, holding the back of your head in his large hand.

“So sweet love.” He smirks, wiping a drop of your cum off of his bottom lip with his thumb and licking it off slowly, keeping direct eye contact with you. Your face was red, your legs quivering, and deep breaths sounding from your lips.

“I’m not done with you yet darling.” Cedric drops the towel from his waist and boxes you in his arms again.

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” The toned seeker teases in a dark voice.

Feeling his length against your stomach you bite back a moan, fuck he was big. You were unsure what to do, but taking his twitching cock into your hand, you pump his length experimentally, receiving a soft moan in return. Picking up the pace, you spread the precum on his tip as a lubricant. Working your hand against him, he reconnects your lips, a soft whimper flowing from Cedric’s lips. You keep using your hand to pleasure your champion, but Cedric can’t take it anymore.

“I need to be inside of you darling.” Cedric rasps, reluctantly pulling your hand from his throbbing tip and wrapping his arms around you.

“jump.”

Without hesitation you leap up and wrap your legs around Cedric’s hips and he presses you against the wall for support.

“Ready Love?” Cedric smirks, his hands squeezing your ass and cock teasing your soft folds.

“Shut up and take me Diggory.”

Cedric wastes no time sinking into you, slowly at first, letting you adjust to his thick shaft, small grunts sounding from your lips as Cedric sink deeper.

“You’re taking me so well darling, f-fuck.” Cedric groans, sticking his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your sensitive skin and squeezing your hips.

Tears prick in your eyes as Cedric bottoms out in you, burying your hand in his wet brown curls you whimper at the feeling of being so full.

After a couple moments the pain turns to pleasure and you shimmy around motioning to Cedric it’s okay to move. The brunette begins to thrust in and out of you, slow at first, but soon finding a rhythm, pulling in and out of you in a quick pace, thrusting out to almost his tip before burying himself to the hilt inside you once again.

“Faster Cedric.” your pleading voice gasps and pleads.

Cedric obliges, snapping his hips back and forth to the point you see spots in your vision and you’re dragging your nails down your champions back. Cedric frantically presses his lips against yours again as he groans loudly. You swallow the moan in the kiss and cup your hands around Cedric’s defined jawline, pulling him closer and clenching your core in surprise as he pushes his thumb to your clit.

Your reaction pulls another breathy moan from Cedric, but his thrusts don’t stop. He continues to pound into you, his desire out weighing any tiredness that should’ve been.

Your loud moans only egg him on further. Your sinful, desperate pleas for more drive him insane. Arching your back and rolling your hips, Cedric pounds even further into you.

“Fuck Cedric, right there.” Your loud beg cries out and Cedric smirks, slamming his hips into your spot over and over again. Screams of pleasure and sighs of satisfaction fill the air. Wet sounds of skin on skin ring throughout the large bathroom as Cedric sinks deep into you with each needy thrust.

Parting your lips, another choked moan is pulled from your lips and your vision goes blank once again as your coil snaps and your grip tightens on Cedric. Your champion doesn’t stop, his thrusts are still merciless and needy, but as your slit clenches his cock in a tight hold, his thrust becomes lazier and he can feel his release coming soon.

“You make me feel so good Ced, I’ve had my hand in between my legs thinking about this for so long, o-oh fuck.” You moan in a teasing voice against the brunettes ear. You can feel Cedric’s upper body go rigid as he uses the last of his strength to snap his hips into yours like his life depended on it. Your dirty talk making him imagine your naked body lying on your bed, moaning out his name, probably only a hallway away from him. Years of lust and love fuel his next thrusts. Every time he’d painfully gotten hard because of you, every time he imagined you underneath him and making you scream his name in ecstasy was all coming true and groaning your name into the crook of your neck he snaps his hips in a desperate thrust one more time before releasing all over your tight walls, his body pulsing in euphoria sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being.

Your eyes roll back and your legs jolt at his powerful stream, thanking Merlin you had taken the potion to help with cramps not too long ago. You begin to roll your hips lazily to help Cedric ride out his orgasm, your core practically numb with pleasure and your entire body exhausted. Cedric is panting heavily, his hand buried in your hair and his other still supports your body. He gives your bum a small squeeze, your body still against the wall and his still pressed to yours in support, letting the warm water from the tap relax your tired muscles and wash the proof of your pleasures off of your legs, while still intimately connected.

Cedric smiles as he looks deep into your eyes, still panting heavily, but now with nervousness and a slight anxiety. He couldn’t keep his true feelings from you any longer.

“You know I love you right?” The hufflepuff head boy confesses, running a hand down the side of your face.

“I’d hope so, considering you just fucked me senseless.” You giggle and wrap your arms around Cedric’s toned shoulders.

Your giggle dies down to a grin and a pink blush makes it’s way onto your face as you look down to see the two of you still connected

“I love you too.” You smile earnestly, a smile playing on your lips and you press a kiss to Cedric’s pink cheek. “I’ve loved you since those days in fifth year when I trained with you, you don’t know how relieved I was you survived, and with Umbridge around I thought I might never get the chance to confess.” Your emotions come through and Cedric has to blink the pure happiness from his eyes to respond.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you came rushing into my arms after the maze, I had a crush on you before, but i’ll never forget when you said those words, I knew I’d never let you go.” Cedric’s smile falters a bit as your stare drops to his lips.

“C-can I kiss you?” His face grows closer to yours.

“Didn’t ask for permission while you were cumming in me.” You tease, peppering kisses all around Cedric’s handsome features as his face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I-Is that a yes?” He murmurs hopefully, your soft lips trailing down his jawline.

You smile and press a kiss to the corner of Cedric’s mouth.

“As long as I can be your girl.” You giggle.

Cedric immediately pushes his lips to yours in a more delicate, but wanting kiss. Taking his time now to show you his adoration and care for you. The sounds of your lips molding together sounding through the large shower. Cedric runs his tongue through your mouth again, slowly this time, sighing at the taste of your after-game drink and the light taste of strawberry chap stick that remained on the inside your lips, begging to be found and appreciated.

As Cedric continues to ravage your mouth you run your hands up and down his chest and abs, taking deep breaths of his autumn like scent. Campfire, vanilla and honey were the most prominent, while his aftershave also offered a sharp, wood like smell.

“I love you y/n, so much. It would be an honor to have you as my girl.” Cedric sighs against your lips, placing one final peck before pulling away and grinning like a little kid. A smile begins to form on your face.

“Hey, did you think you could, you know.” You awkwardly motion down towards where you were still intertwined. “My legs are kid of sore.” Cedric’s eyes widen in realization and he nods frantically, apologies spilling from his lips as he slowly pulls out of you with a small ‘pop.’ Cedric lowers your feet to the ground and begins to back up, but the sudden weight removed from your body made your legs forget how to move and you crash into Cedric’s chest again.

Your legs felt numb and you couldn’t get them to move properly without falling. Cedric does his best to hide his pride as your lips pull into a frown, but a small smirk emerges as he bites his lip to stop it. He glances down and also notices the small purple love bites littering your neck and he almost beams.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself Ced, I can’t walk.” You roll your eyes at his useless attempt to stop his smile.

“I am, and I must say you look absolutely ravishing sporting my love bites darling.” He grins darkly, but a light chuckle breaks free.

“Alright let’s get you dressed, come on.” Cedric turns the tap off before leaning over again and catching your legs in his arms, carrying you bridal style out of shower, grabbing your towel and gym bag on the way out.

Placing you down on a bench, he grabs his own fluffy, white towel from his bag. Using it to pat your hair and body dry, making sure to get every inch of your body, and being careful around your intimate parts as you winced often. Grabbing another school-provided towel, he pats his upper-body dry before tying the cloth around his waist. Shaking out his damp hair, he grabs your bag and places it next to you.

“Do you think you can do it yourself darling?” His voice is filled with concern, but you nod and zip open your bag. Cedric turns to his own clothes and after tugging on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, wipes his hair dry before throwing on a t-shirt.

He turns to see you in a black sports bra, tugging on a pair of black tights, but unable to get them up your bum. Cedric smirks, walking over to you and pulling you up, holding you against him as a support while you finally get the leggings on. He sits you back down before pulling a jumper out of his bag and slipping it over your head.

The sweater seems to swallow you whole and it takes a moment to find the holes for your arms. You thank Cedric and sigh at being engulfed in Cedric’s sweet scent, pulling the jumper over your nose and smiling in content.

“You look better in my clothes than I do.” Cedric smirks happily, pulling you up again and interlocking your hands.

“Well in that case I guess I’ll keep it.” You grin, slipping on your sneakers and following Cedric out the prefect bathroom to the best of your abilities, having to stop often due to the aftershock of Cedric’s desperate pounding. Finally resorting to Cedric carrying you once again. Thankfully Dolores and her goons seemed to be missing from the scene.

Finally making it back to the hufflepuff common room, Cedric sneaks you into his dorm and closes the canopy around his four poster bed. Breathing out in content, The head boy cuddles you into his chest and wraps his arms around your torso.

“Can’t believe you’re actually here on my bed with me, I’ve only dreamt of this.” Cedric murmurs giddily, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your nose.

You snake your arms around Cedric’s broad chest and cuddle closer to him.

“I’m never letting you go, you know that.” Your champion teases, kissing your hairline.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reassure, closing your eyes tiredly and slowly drifting off, exhaustion from the day's activities getting to you.

Cedric peers down at you a happy smile resting on his lips as he too yawns and relaxes into his pillow. This day couldn’t have gone any better. He won the game, fucked you in the shower and now he’s cuddling you in his bed. His blush reappears onto his cheeks as your breathy moans engrave themselves into his brain, but pride takes over as he reminds himself it was him who made you moan like that. Peppering kisses on your forehead he finally closes his eyes and replays your evening with a small smirk.

This is my first time writing smut so tips would be appreciated!

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