#I felt like things only started to pick up once I was almost 32 a few months back

[roosterforme]

Beer Boy and Sugar: The First Lost Year (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

Part of the Lost Years series for Beer Boy and Sugar

Warnings: language, longing, angst (series fits chronologically between Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time)

Banner by @mak-32

Year One

"Bradshaw."

Bradley was pulled out of his comfortable daydream when he heard Natasha Trace call his name. He looked over at the only friend he'd managed to make since he moved to Rhode Island for flight training five months ago. It turns out, nobody much wants to talk to you when you're a bit of a miserable prick. 

"Yeah?"

She nodded back toward the hangar and said, "Captain Price wants us to use the simulator."

"Right," he replied softly. Once she was gone again, he turned to look out at the rough Atlantic Ocean and shivered in the late October air. He was freezing cold. He was always fucking freezing cold here. He missed Virginia. He missed being warm in his bed in his fraternity house. He missed you.

"No," he whispered, closing his eyes and focusing on some deep breathing. "No. You can't." Every thought of you was painful, and he needed to get past this. He kept promising himself that one day, he would wake up and be on the other side of this ache, but he was such a damn liar. Deep inside, he knew better. 

How was it supposed to stop hurting when all he could think about was you, equally cold in Chicago, wrapped up in his Grateful Dead shirt and listening to their songs? It had already snowed there; he checked the weather frequently. He memorized the University of Chicago campus map and thought about where you might be, always afraid you were in a library study room. With someone else. Because the only thing worse than thinking about you cold and alone was thinking about you moving on with someone new. But you were perfect. Bradley's perfect Sugar. Of course you didn't need to be with him to be happy. 

Eventually he turned toward the hangar and walked through the frigid wind. He completed the simulation perfectly in almost no time. Trace was every bit as good as he was, and Bradley silently rejoiced whenever they were paired together. She was serious but not too serious. She was smart but never cocky about it. She didn't waste a lot of time talking if she had nothing to say. She reminded him a lot of you. 

He wasn't interested in her as anything more than the friend he desperately needed right now, but it was hard to open up to someone new when he could only think about one thing. There were a handful of really attractive women here, but Bradley found himself unable to focus on them. Besides, he finally understood that quality always beats quantity. You started teaching him that lesson as soon as he felt the urge to paint his bedroom door white. 

He avoided the tables full of students in the cafeteria, picking one off to the side instead. He figured if he gave the appearance that he didn't want anyone around, then they would leave him alone. He was only mostly successful.

"Can I join you?" 

When he looked up at Trace's dark brown eyes, he nodded and pulled his tray a little closer to him so she could sit on the other side of the table. "Yeah, sure."

She ate half of her food before she said anything. "Hey, thanks for not being creepy."

He looked at her calm face in confusion. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged and said, "Some of the other guys are a little creepy towards me, Hayes, O'Malley and Butler. They think it's funny to mess with the girls."

"Seriously?" Bradley asked, setting his fork down. "Which guys?" He wished he didn't feel the sudden urge to break something; he'd been able to manage this feeling for a long time, only letting it surface when he wanted to pound Jeff to bits for touching you. It would probably feel good right now if he let this emotion take over for a little bit.

"Don't worry about it," Trace replied easily. "It's nothing I can't handle. I just don't like eating alone if I can help it, because then they come over."

Bradley nodded, picking up his fork again. If there was anything you wouldn't like, it would be Bradley losing his place in the Navy because he couldn't manage to stay out of a fistfight. "You can eat with me whenever you want."

Her muttered, "Thanks," was so soft, he barely heard it. He wanted to tell her not to thank him, but the silence between them felt pretty nice. She took a few more bites before she asked, "So what's your deal, Bradshaw? You're awfully quiet for someone who can pass all of the exams on the first try and makes the simulators look easy."

He laughed. "I could say the same about you."

"I guess," she replied, "but I'm always the one initiating conversation with you, not the other way around. It's a girl, isn't it? You miss your girlfriend?"

She didn't ask it unkindly, but it felt like a slap to his face. He swallowed hard, once again wondering why this hurt so fucking bad after five goddamn months. But he'd never tried to actually talk about you with anyone else. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would. 

He cleared his throat and looked down at his tray. "There used to be a girl. I think maybe she thought she was doing me a favor when she dumped me. Or maybe she was just trying to protect herself. And I can respect that."

"Ouch," came Natasha's soft voice, and Bradley had almost forgotten he wasn't alone. "You were in love with her." 

It wasn't phrased as a question, and once again Bradley felt like she physically hit him. He had never admitted it out loud before right now. "Yeah. I was in love with her." He set his fork down one last time before he met her eyes. "I'm still in love with her."

Later that night, he cried himself to sleep, dying to hear you call him Beer Boy and push your fingers through his hair one last time. Dying to ask you why he couldn't have two dreams.

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You were twenty-two years old. You lived in one of the most exciting cities in the country. And you were single. But you never really felt like going out when the other graduate students invited you. Every time you did go, you ended up at a bar that was way too loud or a frat house that was way too uncomfortable. Nobody knew how to play beer pong correctly, and every guy was wearing a backwards cap.

It made your heart ache.

"Hey." 

You looked up from your computer to see Jared staring at you with a smile on his face and his hat spun backwards on his head. "Alex and I are going to one of the library study rooms and then out to get a beer. You coming?"

Both of those things sounded amazing, actually. But not with him or Alex. Not with anybody at this school or in this city or even in the central time zone. You shook your head. "Thanks, but not tonight. Maybe next week?"

Jared looked dejected. "Aww, come on. You're too pretty to be sitting here working alone." He probably though he was being charming, but he was nowhere close to the level of sweetness you were used to.

You sighed softly and shook your head again. "Thanks but.... maybe next week."

When he finally left, you tried to return your attention to what you had been working on. There was no shortage of classwork or research to keep you busy seven days a week here, and that was a very good thing. Because it was days like this one where you started to think about Bradley and you couldn't stop. As soon as you let the memories creep in, you were done. 

You closed your computer and sucked in a ragged breath. Through the blurry tears filling your eyes, you pulled up the bottom of your hoodie and ran your fingers along the soft, tie dyed cotton of the shirt you were wearing underneath. If you closed your eyes and thought about Virginia, you could almost believe the shirt still smelled like him. You could almost hear him sing what had become your favorite song.  

"Shit," you muttered, standing and shoving your computer into your backpack. You would finish working from your dorm room. You just needed to get out of here right now. 

The icy cold air smacked you in the face as soon as you walked outside. Apparently it started snowing in October here. It had been snowing steadily for days. You missed Virginia. You missed the stupid Beta house. You missed the way Bradley felt like your own personal furnace when he cuddled with you. Sometimes you thought you'd made the worst decision of your life.

The urge to cave and call him as soon as you got to your room and cranked up the heater was so intense. Then you remembered that you broke his heart and your own with a handful of sentences and the admission that you loved him. Well, you still loved him, but he almost certainly hated you. And that was fine. That was completely okay as long as he was focused on keeping himself safe instead of thinking about a long distance relationship. He had a dream bigger than you, and he deserved to live it out.

You curled up in a ball on your bed and listened to Easy to Love You by The Grateful Dead exactly eleven times in a row while you cried. You did the math in your head; that was just over forty minutes of crying. Last week when you broke down, it was closer to an hour. Maybe things were on the upswing now. Maybe the pain would start to fade. It had already been more than five months since you left his room while he sat on the edge of his bed, agony written on his face. 

"Why?" you asked yourself angrily, certain nobody else would ever make you feel as good as he had for the handful of months you'd spent together. He taught you a lot about yourself, and now you understood the importance of giving someone a second chance. How crucial it was to look past the surface. 

You buried your nose in the fabric of the colorful shirt, turned the song on one more time, and fell asleep with unshed tears and a tightness in your chest. When you woke up the next day, you found more snow on the ground when you put on your boots and jacket and headed outside. You remembered exactly where to go, because you'd seen it so many times before. You headed for the tattoo parlor near campus with a pocketful of cash and the hope that this would make you feel better and not worse.

Once you were lounging back with the Grateful Dead shirt pulled up, you pointed to your math tattoo. "I want it just below this one. It's a specific song lyric. And I want it in this font."

The tattoo artist looked at your skin and then the words you'd written out before checking the font you were pointing to in his binder which happened to look a bit like Bradley's tidy script. 

"The Dead," he said with a smile. "I dig it. I can do it for a hundred bucks."

You nodded and handed him the cash, and just a few minutes later, he got to work. If he thought you were crying softly because of the pain from the needle digging into your flesh over and over again, then that was fine with you.

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I'm fine. We are all fine. Year two is up next.

PART 2

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[satorusdiary]

4:22’ pm - rin itoshi

4:22: hi rinnie

4:22: can you pick me up please, i went on the wrong train..😓

you didn’t expect a fast reply, which made you slump onto one of the benches nearby the train station. you were at-least a few miles away from home.

maybe you should’ve paid attention more towards the trains instead of rushingly getting on a random one that was close to leaving.. but it wasn’t your fault, the train had the number you were supposed to go on!

surprisingly you got a reply not even five minutes later.

rin ml 4:26: oh lord.

rin ml 4:26: send me your location, right now.

you sighed in relief. but, apart of you felt a bit terrified. you knew once you would get home you would get a long lecture from your boyfriend.

honestly seeing rin being pissed off was a mix of three things, scary, hot, and sexy. it was undeniable, even if it would leave him slightly red, you could not deny it.

4:27: (location)

4:27: don’t be maddd..

rin ml 4:28: y/n.

rin ml 4:28: oh my god.

4:28: IM SORRY :((

4:28: i swear i was on the right train!

rin ml 4:29: apperantly not.. you’re stupid.

rin ml 4:29: stay where you are, i’m omw now.

4:30: thank you sooo much rin<33

4:30: i love you.

rin ml 4:32: i love you more

rin ml 4:32: i’m still upset, don’t think you’re off the hook baby.

4:33: :((

“c’mon, let’s go.” your boyfriends sweet voice comes into your senses, slightly startling you as you were busy scrolling on your phone.

before you could say anything, his arm goes around your waist and almost drags you away from the station, making his way to his car.

even if you knew he was frustrated with you, you still smiled and kissed his cheek. you were grateful to have him. very grateful.

“thanks rinnie,” you muttered, hoping he would look back at you. which he did.

though he didn’t reply, he just shook his head and kissed your forehead in return; opening your side of the car so you would get in before getting in his side of the car.

“so, lemme guess. you mixed up the numbers?” your boyfriend side eyes you, turning on the car along with the heater.

your lips formed a thin line, pressing them together. he was right. you nodded your head and avoided eye contact.

“‘m sorry..” you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

rin sighs, shaking his head. you think he would give you the silent treatment, oh how you were so wrong.

he cups your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look up at him without avoiding eye contact. your eyes linger, looking at his orbs.

teal.

the eyes that held all the cold, and seriousness in the word. especially when it was on the field. yet he would never show that side with you.

because he loves you, he adores you. you’re always there when he needs you. there is never a time where he doesn’t see you at his games, cheering him on with everything you’ve got in you.

it’s cute.

he owes you everything. he knows you deserves the world. something as little as this situation isn’t something worth to be stressed out over.

“love, it’s okay.” he murmurs, interlocking his lips with the tip of your nose. he hopes it helps lighten the mood with you.

“next time, just wait for me to pick you up. kay?” he continues, cupping your cheek with one hand. you look up at him in shock. no lecture??

“you’re not gonna lecture me for this? woah!” you gasp, e/c orbs getting brighter.

he chuckles and shakes his head, turning away softly to get the engine of his car starting, not before checking if your seat belt was on.

like always, it’s not on. and you don’t even notice it, even when he groans.

that’s before he moves over to your side to put your seat belt on for you, making sure the strap wasn’t too tight.

“ohhh.. whoops!” you nervously scratch the back of your neck, smiling up at him.

“tch, idiot. i really am the reason to why you’re safe all the time.” a playful smirk appears on his lips, as he drives away from the train station.

you huff and roll your eyes, denying it over and over “no, only sometimes!” you affirmed, noticing how he looks at you with a sarcastic expression.

rin rose his eyebrows, giving you the ‘are ya sure?’ look.you sighed, knowing he was mostly right.

“okay, maybe most times..” he grins, taking your hand into his whilst he drives.

[sugawhaaa]

O.de one-shot

~☆ 1:32 am ☆~

🌙Pairing::dom! Od.e x fem!sub!reader

💄Genre::mentions of 🌽 and masturbating, hair pulling, multiple positions, sloppy, a little rough, scratching, one-second O.de is like the hardest dom ever calling you a little slut and the next he's super soft telling you how you're doing so good. Erm idk

🌙Warning:: SMUT/VULGAR LANGUAGE

💄A/N:: tbh I'm always so worried when writing fanfics like this bc I always write the reader to cum rlly quickly bc I do if imma be honest. But I know some girls out there really struggle so idkkkk

O.de slept peacefully beside you as your eyes twitched as you tried to sleep. It was almost midnight and you hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. The sound of O.des soft breath beside you relaxed you as you smiled at him. You brushed back a few strands of his hair to see his face. His puffy lips parted ever so slightly. You smiled and laid back down on your side of the bed.

To be honest you had a lot running through your mind but the number one thing right now was humiliating. You were horny as hell and really, really needed something to ease the urge. You picked up your laptop and decided to search for the worst. Porn. You couldn't help it! You logged in and started browsing through what to watch. You glanced over at Seungmin again to find him peacefully sleeping. Just like he had been for the past 3 hours.

You clicked on a video and made sure the volume was very quiet. You turned down the brightness and checked one last time to make sure O.de was asleep. You then got to watch your "mature content" by yourself. The video was decently long so you thought after this, it was time to sleep. But mid-way through you only felt the video making it worse.

You wanted to feel something so bad so you decided to use your hands quietly. Repeat, quietly. You pulled down your shorts and put your hands against your burning folds. You looked over at o.de again just to be sure and once again. He was out cold. You effortlessly slid one finger into you since you were so wet and started circling it around your insides. You held back your moans as you felt your nail hit a sweet spot.

You arched your back as your palm hit your clit. You thrust your finger in and out of you slowly before adding an extra. The video you were watching now was on your bedside table. You clenched around your fingers hard and felt your legs shaking. That's when you noticed your boyfriend stirring. He sat up and looked at you. You blushed as you pulled your fingers out of you and looked at him. He rubbed his eyes and saw liquid dripping from three of your fingers and porn playing on your laptop.

"Babe, what are you doing?" He said in a raspy voice. You blushed madly.

"I-I," you stuttered not knowing what to say. He stretched his arms and grabbed your wrist. Licking your fingers.

"That's what I thought, naughty girl~" he smirks as he continues to lick your fingers. You blush and look at him shocked. He leaned over your body to see what you were watching. He looked at it as if he was thinking. "I didn't know you watched porn too," he shrugged before closing the laptop. He sat on top of you and you blushed.

"S-Seungmin what are you-" you started but he covered your lips. You blushed.

"You should've woken me up sooner if this is how you felt," he smirked before biting your neck lightly. You arched your back into him and he grinned. He slid his hand down your body, stopping at your clit. He rubbed it with his thumb harshly. You jumped and grabbed onto him hard. You grinded against his hand before he slipped two fingers into you quickly. You jumped and moaned loudly. You hit his arm trying to contain your moans.

"Fuck, your fingers are so..." you stopped to moan before covering your mouth.

"So what?" He smirked as he thrusted them into you.

"L-Long," you moaned as he hit your G-spot mercilessly. "Right there!" You basically screamed when he hit your G-spot quickly. He grinned and continued to thrust into your g-spot. Just as you were about to cum he pulled his fingers out and watched you plead. His eyes were still tired as he looked down at you.

"I think you're ready," he said in a deep voice before getting off the bed. You followed him with your eyes.

"Ready for what?" You asked as you sat up again. You watched him go to his nightstand and open one of the drawers. He held whatever he grabbed and took off his pants. He came back over to you and you realized what he had grabbed. A condom. You blushed. "How long have you had those there!?" You asked as he took off his shirt, holding the condom packet in his mouth.

"I don't know, a while," he shrugged before taking your shirt off for you. He stared at your breasts with pink cheeks.

"Why are you acting like it's your first time seeing them," you chuckled. He blushed and avoided your eyes before grabbing the condom packet.

"I dunno, they just...everytime I see them I feel like they look hotter," he blushed before opening the packet with his teeth.

"So your serious about doing this. Right now. At 11:57 pm?" You raised an eyebrow as he put his condom on.

"Yeah...do you not want to!?" He panicked as he realized he hadn't fully asked if you wanted to. He scratched his head. "Sorry, I'm still not awake,"

"No,no I want to but...do you?" You blushed as he sighed in relief.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugged.

"Okay I just wanted to make sure you were...okay with this," you blushed as you watched him put on his condom and toss away the packet.

"You ready baby?" He asked softly as he put his tip on your entrance. One of his hands was on your hip and the other was grabbing the bed sheets.

"Yes," you nodded as you bit your lip in anticipation. He held your hand as he smoothly went inside you. You jumped and clenched his hand.

"You okay?" He said with a slightly tense smile. You nodded.

"I'm alright," you smiled as you held onto him.

"Fuck you feel so damn good," he chuckled as he set down his head. You chuckled and patted his head. He slowly moved out only a little bit and he hit back into you. You held the sides of his head as he proceeded to have a steady rhythm inside you. You kissed him sloppily.

"I'm close, I'm close," you moaned as you grabbed his hair. He grinned and sped up his pace and thrusted into you stronger. Your legs shot up and you threw your head back. You saw stars as you finally hit your climax and came all over Seungmin. But he didn't stop thrusting into you. He slowed down a fair bit but he didn't stop. Just when you thought you were done cumming you already felt a knot building in your stomach again.

"Your so wet oh my god," Seungmin mumbled as he held your hips. He lifted your legs up over his shoulders and from this new angle, you came even harder again. He bit your neck hard and you pulled his hair. "I'm close," he groaned as he grabbed your thighs hard. One final thrust into you all the way and he had cum too. He then gently thrusted into you as you breathed heavily. He then pulled out and kissed you while petting your hair. "Did I go too hard?" He asked with doe eyes.

You chuckle "No, you did good," you sigh and close your eyes as you lay down. "That angle, we need to do that more," you laughed and O.de smiled.

"I've been meaning to ask you..." he blushed and set his head on your lower chest. You titled your head. "Can we try a new position?" He seemed shy to ask. You smiled and patted his head.

"Of course baby. What did you have in mind?" You sat up and he sat up with you.

"Well, there's one where like you go on your knees and put your upper body down and then yeah," he blushed as he described it to you. It was hard to believe he was just pounding into you... "and the other one is more complicated to describe. Basically you lay on the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor. Then I come from behind again and..." he scratched the back of his head.

"Okay, what one do you want to start with?" You smiled and he was happy that you didn't make it awkward.

"The first one," he nodded with a smile and you moved onto your stomach and put your knees down. Seungmin went to his knees and took a deep breath. He gulped hard at the sight of your pussy wide open and dripping with cum from the last two orgasms you had. He lined himself up to you again and grabbed your hips. He rubbed your back with his thumb softly before entering. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he moaned as he pushed inside you.

You jumped and covered your mouth. This new angle made your G-spot even easier to hit and it felt even better. You grabbed a pillow with shakey hands and buried your face in it. You moaned so loud and repetitively that you thought your voice would give out at any given moment. O.de didn't approve of your pillow method though. He wanted to hear your moans, he wanted to hear your voice Crack and break, he wanted to hear you stutter as you asked for more. He could've asked you nicely but instead, he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. This way it was basically impossible for you to hold back your moans.

With his free hand, he held your hip and bounced you on his length brutally. "Oh, seungmin!" You cried as you grabbed your pillow harshly. "Don't stop oh my god please don't stop!" You squealed with a voice Crack as he pounded you faster than ever. "Please, please, please!" You said as you grabbed the bed sheets, nearly tearing them apart. You felt the knot in your stomach coming back.

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum," O.de groaned as he threw his head back.

"I-'m close too," you whimpered. Seungmin let go of your hair and grabbed your other hip to start pounding into you harder. Seungmin moaned one last time and came again. His hands wrapped on your hips hard. You then, for the first time, squirted all over Seungmin. Pretty much from his waist down was soaked in your liquid. He looked so shocked. He pulled out of you to see more cum dripping out of you. You breathed heavily as your whole body still shaked a little.

"Baby," he said as he turned you over to look at him. You went on your back and chuckled breathlessly. "That was..." he looked at you dumbfounded.

"Embarrassing!" You blushed and rolled away from him.

"What? No!" He said as he put his hand on your shoulder. "It was incredible. How did it feel?" He said as he rubbed your back.

"It felt...good. Really good," you chuckled before turning to look at him. "You are...soaked," you laughed.

"Yeah I think we're gonna have to do some laundry tomorrow," he said as he looked at the pile of clothes and the soaked bed sheets. You blushed and covered your face. O.de laughed and patted your back. "Did I leave any marks on your thighs? I scratched them a lot..." he said as he went to look at your thighs. There were tons of long stratch marks. "Oh..." he sighed as he ran his hand over the marks.

"It's okay, I scratched your shoulders a lot," you laughed and gestured to his shoulders. He looked at them to see them colored a bright red. He shrugged.

"Oh well," he laughed and pulled you into a hug. "Normally I would ask to get a bath or shower with you but man, I'm tired," He laughed to see you with your eyes shut.

"Me too," you hummed and O.de chuckled as he played with your hair. He turned to look at the clock.

1:32 am...

[basicbatboys]

Request #32 Part 3

I think I need a title for this story! A part 4 is surely in order. Thank you to the random soul who requested this, I'm sorry I've turned it into a monster.

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

It had been three years since you last saw Jason Todd. You saw Red Hood everywhere though, he was always all over the news, ripping you new wounds and rubbing salt in the old ones. 

You missed him. It was as simple as that and still so much more complicated. You missed every inch of him, the way he laughed and breathed, the scars on his hands, his eyes, scattered freckles, scattered thoughts- you even missed the way he was yelling at you that last day. 

You had been through almost all the stages of grief. Therapy helped get you to the first stage about two years ago. You fought your poor therapist on many occasions as you battled with denial, swearing up and down that he would come back and things would be the same. Next came the anger and if your therapist had thought denial was bad, she had a bigger storm coming. Bargaining was the easiest. You tried to contact him, but he wouldn’t answer. You can’t beg a brick wall to hold you again. 

Right now, you were teetering on the edge of depression about to slip and fall into the warm bed of acceptance. Some days, you could feel relief spreading like vines, ready to pull you into the grave you dug. Some days, the grave was miles away and you couldn’t bear to stand up and search for it. 

Today was one of those days. 

You woke up that day at 7pm, and your sleep schedule was totally fucked and beyond recognition. Somedays you slept upwards of 14 hours, some days you didn’t sleep at all. 

You pulled yourself from bed and walked into the living space, pausing to look around.

You stood in the wreckage of that day, all those months ago. Everything was exactly the same. You hadn’t even picked up the chair he knocked over, not even on your best day. It was your only reminder that he had been real, that he had been here once. You couldn’t stand to change that yet. 

Your therapist said you were having such a hard time because Jason was the only person who listened to you and made you feel heard. You weren’t just going through a breakup, you were going through the death of your humanity. 

By all means you should have gone and killed everyone in the city. Old you would have, but you had a terrible need to prove him wrong.

“You are not a person. Not to me.”

You were a person. You had a favorite color and a favorite flower. You held stuffed animals at night, and you noticed cracks in the sidewalk and avoided them. You counted steps as you climbed them. 

That made you a person, didn’t it? These little things, they all added up to consciousness and that had to count for something. 

You stood in your kitchen and made yourself a coffee, holding yourself and resting against the counter as it brewed. The sounds of the city poured through your open window. Sirens, screaming, gunshots, a loud clang. 

You looked up, alarmed. 

Something else had poured through your open window. 

Before you stood the biggest man you had ever seen in your life. He stood up from the ground slowly and pointed a finger at you. 

“Havoc.” He bellowed. “My boss wants to meet you.”

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You couldn’t remember the last three hours. At least you felt like it had been three hours, it could’ve been days as far as you were aware.

You were starting to piece things together, to gain consciousness when someone came in making a sound like a stick being dragged along a metal fence. 

As the person came into focus you immediately recognized the Joker, dragging a crowbar along the bars of jail cells. You looked around, realizing you were in a jail cell and as you tried to move you also realized you were tied to a chair. 

Fuck. 

“My little tornado, how I’ve missed your messes.” The Joker spoke. You winced as his voice came out, gravelly and terribly hoarse. 

He came closer until he stood in front of your cell. 

“My, my, my.” He tsked, holding his hands behind his back. “Aren’t you just so hard to track down?” He laughed. You frowned. 

“See, my dear, we’ve got a little problem.” He pulled the crowbar from behind his back and began to tap it into his hand as he paced back and forth. 

“You ruffled that little birdy’s feathers something awful, didn’t you? Trust me, I loved watching it.”

He froze. “Until I didn’t.”

You began to struggle in your chair again, trying anything to loosen the ropes that were laced around every appendage. It was hopeless but you couldn’t die here like this. 

The Joker laughed again, “No! No, I didn’t love it anymore when that silly little boy began to play a new game! The violence, the violence!” He screamed. 

His voice echoed off the walls and you shivered. You were frozen in fear, unsure of what to do or how to save yourself from this. Was this it for you? Were you destined to be another notch on the Joker’s pistol?

“Once the Red Hood lost his leash, the doggy started running around the city killing my men in droves. So, what’s the logical answer, hm? Let’s put our heads together now, dear, let’s put them together and imagine we are logical and can think of a solution to this problem. Hm, hm, hm.”

He put his hand on his chin and pretended to think for a moment, his foot tapping and his head bobbing from side to side.

You thought too, but not of a solution to the Joker’s latest ‘joke’. You thought about what he was saying. Jason had been more violent? He missed you? He cared? You forgot, for a brief beautiful moment about the situation you were in until-

“Ah! An idea!” He stuck up a finger and a sick grin spread across his face. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to remind him who the real top dog is!” He clapped his hands together, the crowbar making a metallic cling as it hit his hand. 

“Yes, let’s remind him. And to remind him, I’ll go ahead and dispose of the only thing he cares about.”

He took the crowbar and pointed it out, spinning around quickly and then slowly until he finally came to a stop. “You.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 78. brb x oc

a/n: I've been wanting to use this gif for so long. I FINALLY CAN AAAAAAAA

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none, just Bea being a good friend uwu

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Beatrice couldn’t say how long the silence lasted, all she could do is stare at the pregnancy tests lying side by side in the drawer, partially hidden by the magazines almost as if Evelyn didn’t want to see them.

And considering her reaction, it was very possible she really didn’t want to see those tiny sticks.

Beatrice licks her lips, that were dry from her gawked expression, then moves her eyes to the lump under the covers, “Ev…I…” she blinks, how exactly could she go by this? Evelyn’s personality was different from hers, she was more than excited when she discovered she was pregnant, hell, Evelyn was there with her when she found out, “I…I…a-are you okay?”

There’s a gentle huff from under the covers, “No.”

“...okay,um…” Beatrice gently rubs her friend’s arm, chewing the inside of her cheek, “Um…do you,do you need me to do anything?”

Evelyn moves under the covers, which makes Beatrice drop her hand to her lap as the sheets slowly fall to reveal her friend. She looked awful, her eyes were swollen, her hair a mess and she didn’t seem like she slept in days not to mention how Beatrice could see a little bit of makeup still clinging to her bloodshot eyes. The same bloodshot eyes that slowly moved over to Beatrice, who gave Evelyn a small comforting smile only for it to drop as her friend looked away again, “...you here alone?”

“Yeah,Rooster and Nikki went home.” she almost felt bad mentioning Nicole considering…the situation, “He is going to pick me up once I call him, I’m not in a time crunch.”

Her joke falls flat because Evelyn doesn’t laugh, her hunched position making her appear smaller and frail, a complete opposite of what Evelyn truly was, “..okay…” and another shaky inhale was heard, followed by Evelyn running her hands on her face, combing her black hair back and dropping her hands to her lap with a dull slap. 

“...Ev…I…I…I don’t really know what to say.”

"About what?”

Bea blinked, looking back at the open drawer, “Well, um…wh-what you just indirectly told me.”

Evelyn stares ahead, a sniffle making its way out of her nose, “Me neither.”

“Just…um-do you wanna talk about it?”

Evelyn chuckles dryly, shoulders shaking with brief laughter before she shakes her head, “What is there to talk about,Bea? I don’t even know how to start this conversation.”

“Well…maybe you can…start from the beginning. Before the tests?”

Evelyn looks at Bea by the corner of her eye, looking like a complete mess, eyes crusty and tired as she stares at the brunette. Evelyn’s gaze was always very strong and confident, she never backed down, she knew what to do but right now? Right now Bea was seeing parts of Evelyn she never saw before and she didn’t know what to do. “...My period didn’t come last month.” she whispered, “But I didn’t think about it, because I was working a lot, plus Jake was gone so I assumed I was stressed.”

The taller woman pulls one of her knees up to use it as support for her head, still frowning, “And I felt nothing, no nausea, nothing hurting, nothing at all.” she inhales again, “But then this month comes and there’s still no period…so I thought I should do the test, just because I had to be sure.” her smile turned grim, “I did more than three.”

“What?”

“More than three tests, but I tossed them all out because…I…I couldn’t accept it.” she murmured, “I thought it was because the test was cheap, so I bought the expensive ones, the ones that are sturdy and can handle a good beating….and they were positive as well.”

Beatrice watches her friend slowly lower her leg and fall back on the bed, arms spread, eyes looking up at the ceiling. The brunette frowns, looking down at her friend’s stomach only to see it was still flat, covered by her sleeping shirt, “...I…see…does…does anyone know?”

Does Jake?

“No.” Evelyn mutters, “You are the first one.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know what to do Bea.” she whispered, rolling her lips into her mouth with a subtle shake of her head, “It’s not…it wasn’t planned. Nothing was. I don’t even–” she groans, rubbing her face with her hands, sighing against her palms, “I don’t even know how to bring this up to Jake yet. We’ve been using protection, I’m taking my birth control…I don’t get it.”

Beatrice licks her lips, “Sometimes it’s…just something that happens,Ev.” she tries to explain the best she can without upsetting her friend even more, “...did you and Jake ever-”

“No, we never talked about kids.” Evelyn says, “He tried to say something about marriage but I told him I wanted to wait more,I don’t…I enjoy my independence. And he respected that.”

“I know.”

“And while Jake stays here from time to time, he understands I need some time and that I like to be alone.” she frowns, “But now? Now? What do I do? I don’t even know how to tell him this,I don’t even know what he’ll say.”

“Well,Jake loves you.” Beatrice says gently, “And…whatever you decide I’m sure he’ll support you no matter what.”

Evelyn turned to face Beatrice, pushing herself to a sitting position as her eyes dropped to her lap, “My dad…is going to skin him alive Bea.” she whispers, “He…he started to warm up to me and Jake now, he supports it as long he’s on the up and up with everything we have planned. And now…God when he finds out-hell my mom will freak the fuck out but my dad?”

“Don’t- don’t think about it now, Ev.” she says, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Are you hungry? Did you eat anything?” Evelyn shakes her head no, “I can make you something, you need to eat and maybe enjoy the sunlight a bit, it’ll be good for you.”

“Bea.”

“Yeah?”

“...can I hug you?”

Beatrice just nodded and Evelyn wrapped her arms around her shoulders, while the brunette hugged her friend by the waist. It was such…an odd feeling to be the comforting party in this situation, but she knew that Evelyn needed it and she wouldn’t let her go unless she felt good enough to. 

She didn’t cry,maybe she was already ‘dried out’ by the time that Beatrice showed up, but Evelyn held the brunette in such an iron grip that her shoulders were a bit hurt because of it. But she sat there, rubbing Evelyn’s back comfortingly as her  friend’s back rose and fell with her breathing, Beatrice was glad that she wasn’t crying at least.

After a while Evelyn leaned back, “I’m going to take a quick shower.” she whispered, meeting Beatrice’s green eyes, “Thank you,Bea.”

“You are welcome.” Beatrice got up from the bed to allow Evelyn to get up, not even putting on the fuzzy slippers as she went to the bathroom, still looking much smaller than she actually was.”I’ll be in the kitchen.” and she got a weak ‘okay’ before the bathroom’s door closed.

Beatrice sighed softly, looking down at Wiley who sat by the doorframe, mewing almost in question at her, “She’ll be fine,Wiley…come on, let’s make something for her,hm?” she hoped that would distract her mind too, because it was a lot of emotions going on in her head after all.

Being the first one to know about something like that, especially when the person in question doesn’t seem too excited about it, was very hard. Beatrice rubbed her face with both hands, huffing out a breath as she walked to the kitchen, but not before opening the curtains and letting the light enter the apartment.

She also opened the balcony’s door so the chilly October air made it’s way inside, inhaling deeply and feeling a wave of tranquility take over her as soon as she did that.

She checked the fridge, looking around for something quick and easy to make knowing her friend needed something now and not later. There was a plastic container that looked like it had vegetables and meat, Beatrice opened it up to check, “Oh,mongolian beef. This is nice.” There was also some rice in a bigger bowl covered with a plastic film, “It’ll be good enough.”

Something comforting and something easy, because Evelyn needed that.

She heard the shower running while heating up everything, exhaling in relief knowing that it’d help Evelyn feel better. Or at least she hoped. She had no idea how…to go on with this. She didn’t seem happy sharing the news to Beatrice, so maybe she shouldn’t talk about it? Maybe she should just chat about something else unless Evelyn brought it up again.

Beatrice looks towards her back pocket when her phone pings with a message and she already knows who it is from. She pulls out her phone with one hand while the other keeps stirring the meat in the pan, chewing her lower lip as she sees Rooster’s name on the screen.

Roos (12:00)

Hey,gorgeous. Everything good?

Was it? No. 

She also had no idea if she should share the news with Rooster, maybe not now, maybe…maybe later, maybe when she’s home.

Bea (12:00)

Everything is okay Roos. Evelyn is just feeling a bit under the weather. 

Roos (12:01)

Did Hangman do something wrong or something? I don’t think I ever seen Evelyn be ‘under the weather’

Oh boy.

Bea (12:01)

Oh, no no, it’s just personal stuff. I’m just with her for a little bit and then we can go to the pumpkin patch,okay?

Roos (12:02)

Okay,gorgeous. Talk to me okay? I’ll have my phone on me. Nikki is asleep and I’m just rewatching Drag Race Season 8. With the dogs.

Cue to her receiving a picture of his long legs stretched and crossed on top of the coffee table, Jolene’s head on his lap with her eyes closed, Jack lying under the coffee table and Eleanor looking up at the screen almost as if she was ready to attack it at any moment.

Bea (12:05)

You look very comfortable.

Roos (12:05)

We are,gorgeous. They’re behaving :) 

Beatrice was so focused on answering Rooster she didn’t hear the shower stop, nor heard her friend’s footsteps approaching the kitchen or the quiet mewling coming from Wiley. Evelyn stopped by the threshold, staring at Beatrice who managed to type on her phone and cook at the same time, “Bea.” her friend yelped, the phone flying off her hand to the air and the only reason it didn’t hit the ground was because it landed on the soft kitchen mat she was standing on.

“Oh!Ev!” she laughs awkwardly, leaning down to grab the phone, checking if there was anything broken and then wiping it against her sleeve, “Sorry I was talking to Roos.” she looks back at the stove, “I’m heating some stuff I got in your fridge.”

“Yeah, mongolian beef. I know.’ Evelyn said, sitting on the bar stools she had against the island in the middle of her kitchen, “Everything okay with Rooster?”

“Yeah!Everything is great!” Beatrice sends her husband a text telling him she’d message back in a few and that she loved him, then slid her phone into her pocket, “Anyway, do you want something to drink? Maybe some water?” Evelyn shook her head, rubbing her eyes with her hands before dropping her head on top of her folded arms.

Beatrice frowned as she turned the stove off and placed the lids on top of each pan before approaching her friend, touching the side of her arm gently,”Ev.” she calls, “You’ll be okay.”

Evelyn lifted her head, holding her interlaced fingers in front of her mouth as she breathed hard against her knuckles, “I don’t know what to do.” she repeats the same phrase as before, “I don’t…know what to do.”

“Well…do you…want the baby?” she knew it was a risk to ask, but Evelyn had to know what she wanted in that aspect, “It’s still early…”

Evelyn looked back at Bea, then at her hands, then to the wall opposite to them, “...thing is I…” she groans, “I do want it. I do, but…Bea, me and Jake aren’t married. And I don’t know if you know but both sides of my family are very against stuff like that.” another sigh, “it’s just…I don’t want them to blame Jake. I don’t want my father to make his life a living hell because of this.”

“Isn’t there a chance your father might be happy to be a grandpa? I mean, you are his only daughter.”

“Which is why I worry.” Evelyn says, “We talk a lot, we are more open now…but it’s fucking hard Bea. I can’t read my parents’ minds,I can’t know how they’ll truly react.” she rubs her forehead, “Not to mention the whole, Navy thing.” Beatrice furrows her brows, “You know my dad is always like ‘Duty First’ and whatever. He’ll just think that we didn’t think about the risks.”

The risks.

Oh.

Beatrice’s smile falters when that word is mentioned, that word that always,always hovered above her head and Rooster’s. He talked to her about it a bit, but he never elaborated and Beatrice worried about him often. Like always, things within their control were easy to handle…the rest, not so much.

Rooster still had the ghost of his father’s passing on his shoulders, she knew, she could see how it weighed him down sometimes. And the fear was always there, it was something they talked about often too, the risks of his profession were several and almost impossible to figure out.

Evelyn noticed how Bea got silent and she groaned once she recalled her words, “Shit,Bea,I didn’t mean-”

“No,no,no,it’s okay.” Beatrice smiles, “It’s okay…I…I know what you mean.”

Evelyn frowns, looking down at her hands, “How do you do it?” she asks quietly, “How do you deal with it? I mean…you two have Nikki now, how do you not…go crazy?”

“Therapy.” and for the first time since she got to the apartment, Evelyn laughed, weakly, but she laughed, dropping her head only to hold it up with her hand, “Honestly,I don’t know. We just…talk about it a lot, our conversations could last hours. Do you and Jake?”

“What?”

‘Talk?”

Evelyn blinks at her friend, then licks her lips, “Sometimes. I just…I mean we do talk,’ she straightens her back, “We do talk and share things, hell we both have parents in the military so that helps with…understanding and figuring out what to do but…a kid? A kid Bea. I don’t even know how…God.”

Beatrice bites the corner of her mouth, holding her hands in front of her womb as she takes in Evelyn’s words. “...what do you think your father will do once he finds out?” she asks, “Since…you want to keep it.”

“I have no idea.”

“Guess,then.”

The tall woman sighed, throwing her hands up as she begins explaining, “I don’t know. Probably…drill Jake with words and make him feel like shit. Maybe even accuse him of ‘locking me up with a child’ which is the stupidest thing ever. I love Jake, he’s a dumbass and he has his arrogant moments…but he’s sweet and he’s romantic and he treats me with respect.”

That was probably the first time Beatrice heard Evelyn talk about her relationship with Jake, and it made the brunette smile. She allowed Evelyn to keep talking as she prepared her plate, “And I care about him. I mean,Jesus, I wouldn’t let him come here if I didn’t.”

Beatrice settles the plate in front of Evelyn - the other woman couldn’t help but chuckle seeing that Beatrice arranged the beef on top of the rice to form a cat face, with the chives as whiskers - and then sits down next to her, “Then,well,I think that’s enough reason.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.” she says a bit more firmly, “You always butted heads with your parents and if you want to have this baby without being married to Jake, that’s your choice.” she shrugs, “You said yourself that he respects the fact you don’t want to get married yet.” Beatrice was very relieved when Evelyn finally took a bite of her food, keeping her eyes on the plate instead of the brunette.

“Yes,but–”

“Ev,” she says softly, “Listen, your parents have to understand that…these things happen and they should respect you and Jake…and your choices. Plus I have a feeling they’ll like it once you tell them everything.”

Evelyn slows her chewing to look at Beatrice, then chuckles softly, dropping her head forward as she swallows her food, “...I guess the roles are reversed, huh? It was usually me and Shells the ones that gave you a pep talk every now and again.”

Beatrice smiles, shrugging her shoulders, “Someone has to make sure you guys are okay.” she says, “Let that be me.”

“...thanks Bea.” Evelyn says, placing a hand on Beatrice’s shoulder, “I mean it,I really needed this.”

“You are welcome…are you going to be okay?” her friend nods, “Where’s Jake?”

“His sister is visiting,so he’s taking her for a tour.” Evelyn says as she moves the beef around her plate, “And he’ll come here by night time, after leaving her at the hotel.” she stops moving the fork, “I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah there is no point in stalling…and then I’ll tell my parents this weekend, after Penny’s Halloween party.”

Beatrice was glad that Evelyn seemed a lot better, her pose was straighter and her eyes were no longer dull and void of any emotion. She was still nervous, but there was a hint of confidence within her brown irises.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Beatrice decided to take her leave. Evelyn hugged her by the door, squeezing her friend’s shoulders, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome,Ev.” she smiles, pulling back from the hug to step towards the elevator, “See you Saturday?”

“Yeah, sure, oh.” she calls Beatrice’s name when the brunette reaches the elevator’s doors, “Please don’t tell Shells, we both know how she was when you were pregnant with Nikki.” the brunette laughs gently but nods, waiting for the doors to open, “And please don’t tell Rooster yet.”

That would be a bit hard considering how her husband was, “...will do.” she says after a while, waving goodbye to Evelyn as she steps into the elevator.

[jaket-fanatic-gvf]

You Belong With Me (Part 2)

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Summary: Part 2 of the duology! Read Part 1 here

Warnings: Mentions of sex, otherwise pretty fluffy

A/N: This was later than I said I'd post this (oops), but it's here now! I mildly edited this, but we're just going with it!

Word Count: 5.7k

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You don’t normally dream, but when you do they are extremely vivid. Laying in bed this morning, you can picture the whole thing clearly. Sam laughing. Sam with his arms wrapped around you. Sam’s lips on yours…

Of course, none of it is real. Sam is with Madison and you’re all on your own. Sighing, you reach for your phone to read the time. 9:32 a.m. The football game isn’t until 2:00 today, so you have plenty of time before you need to be in the band hall to pick up your trumpet. 

When you get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, your roommate, Andrea, is already at the table studying with a full mug of coffee next to her. She looks up when you shuffle into the room.

“Hey, babe, the coffee just finished so it’s pipin’ hot.”

“Thanks Annie, awful early in the weekend for homework, no?” You query. 

“Ya, but I have a big test on Monday and I think tomorrow I’ll be too hungover to think properly,” she sighs.

“Going partying?”

“Uh.. ya,” Annie takes a sip of coffee, “I assumed we’d all be going out tonight. I feel like it’s kinda become a tradition.”

That was true. You, Andrea, Sam, and Daniel had been going out pretty much every Saturday this semester; sometimes joined by others, but sometimes just yourselves. Annie knew about your crush on Sam, and has tried to get you to tell Sammy; but that’s just as likely as Annie telling Danny about her crush on him. Which is to say, not likely at all.

“Okay, ya… so, um… I need to tell you about last night.”

“Oh my god!” Annie exclaimed. “You guys admitted your feelings for one another?”

“What? No,” you frowned, “obviously not. Because one, I’d die from embarrassment if he ever found out. Last night proves that. And two, he has a girlfriend, so he doesn’t have feelings for me.”

Annie gives you a skeptical look. “Danny and I don’t think they’re endgame. We want Sam to be happy, and he’s just not happy with her.”

This causes you to raises an eye brow at her. “Danny and I?” You repeat back to Annie. “We?”

“As, like, friends.” Annie tries to hide the fluster, but is extremely unsuccessful. She clears her throat before doubling back down on you. “What happened last night, Y/N? Don’t change the subject.”

“Right… so… I accidentally called Sam pretty.” You cringe as you admit this outloud to your friend. It doesn’t help when Annie throws her hands in the air and squeals.

“Yes! Finally! What happened? I need all of the details, ‘nd don’t skimp on me. Even the ones you think are insignificant!”

You fill her in on the whole night. She squeals again when you tell her that he called you pretty back, but you make sure to add on that he probably felt obligated to return the compliment. She rolls her eyes and has you continue on. Once you finish, she takes a couple seconds to get her thoughts in order.

“He really needs to break up with Madison. I just really don’t like her.”

Sighing, you can only reply, “Well thats not really up to us.”

“I wonder if he has said anything to Danny,” she ponders and starts looking for her phone. You reply quickly.

“You can’t ask him, Annie! He can’t know about how awkward last night was or he’ll never let me live it down. I think he already kind of knows about my crush on Sam.”

“Y/N,” she deadpans, “you can’t be serious.” When you only reply with a confused look she looks up to the sky almost as if she were praying to God. “I think the only person who doesn’t know about your crush on Sam,” she pauses for dramatic effect, “is Sam. Don’t make that face, Y/N, it’s fine. I think the feelings are mutual.”

“Annie, he has a–” you start, but she cuts you off.

“He has a girlfriend, I know, but like I said before, I don’t think they belong together. Things are changing, I feel it in my bones.” she states matter-of-factly.

“Whatever, I don’t think I have the mental capacity to talk about this any longer.” This back and forth reall has drained you. When you look at the time again, you notice that only about 45 minutes has passed. “I’m gonna go shower and then maybe do some studying too.” Annie waves you goodbye and on the way to your bathroom, you pull out your phone to text Sam.

You: Partying is a go for tonight

You: Annie is studying already so I think she’d kill me if we don’t go

Sam replies instantly.

Sammy: Great! Pregame at our house? I’ll make Dan cook us supper :)

Sammy: You can come over whenever, we’re not going to the game

You are a bit disappointed in that news. Even if you couldn’t sit together, you always sit on the edge of the band, and Sam and Danny try to sit as close to you as they can get so you can still talk to each other. 

You: Okey doke, let us know if you need anything before we come over!

Sammy: 👍

Since it’s the weekend, you take your full shower. Afterwards, you feel like a brand new person and decide to continue on with the self care. You paint your nails for the first time in months and decide that you have enough time to start a new book before you have to go. You quickly get sucked in, and when your alarm goes off signalling that it’s time to leave, you briefly debate bringing the book to the football game before you decide against it.

The game actually goes quicker than you thought it would. It’s probably good that Sam didn’t come to the game because Madison is very obviously flirting with a few members of the football team. She doesn’t even stop when she catches you watching her. She just glares at you and seems to amp it up. Honestly, the nerve of her. When the game its over, you practically sprint home. Annie left you a note on the fridge saying that she already went over to the boys’ house and to go over as soon as you’re ready.

You change out of your school shirt and jean shorts, and opt for a denim shirt, a crop top, and your tride-and-true chuck taylors. Right before leaving, you circle back to grab a sweater because it’ll probably be cold once you leave the party.

You text Sam saying that you are on your way over and in true Sam-fashion, he’s waiting for you on his front porch holding the door open for you. He’s wearing a crewneck sweatshirt from your school and short shorts. God, the short shorts. You’re staring at his thighs as you walk up to him and just hoping that he doesn’t notice. When you get closer to him, you meet his eyes, and you think he could definitely tell you were checking him out from the little smirk he wore, so you decide to play it off.

“Isn’t it a bit late in the season for hoochie mama shorts, Samuel?” you scold him without any real intent.

He throws his head back and barks out a single laugh. “Says you! It’s a cute outfit, Y/N, but it’s not going to keep you warm,” he quips back.

The outfit might not, but the blush from his compliment sure will. You try to laugh it off and reply meekly, “I brought a sweater.”

Sam laughs again. “Love, that sweater is so hole-y that’s it’s practically just a clump of yarn, it’s not gonna do shit,” he replies a bit condescendingly, “A for effort though!” Sam ushers you through the door and you can smell whatever it is is that Dan is cooking, and it smells heavenly. Down the hall, you hear Annie’s laugh and soft music playing. Even though this isn’t your house, this place truly does feel like home.

When you walk into the kitchen, there truly is a sight to behold. Annie and Dan are standing only inches away from each other and you can tell right away that they were about to kiss. You just freeze, but Sam bumps into you, and they immediately notice the movement in the corner of the room and practically leap away from one another like they both got burned. It takes everything in you to not jump for joy right there. You can’t stop the shit-eating grin that comes to your face though.

“Oh I’m sorry, we’re not interrupting, are we?” You ask sweetly…Too sweetly.

Annie looks mortified, but fixes you with a glare and replies just as sweetly, “Oh not at all! Wow, Y/N, you look very pretty.” She makes sure to emphasize the word pretty, and you can take the hint. However, she doesn’t stop there. “Doesn’t she, Sammy?”

Obviously, you start to blush, and it deepens when you look at Sam right as he squeaks out, “Yeah, she always does.” He’s looking a bit rosy now too, so now it’s just the 4 of you standing awkwardly in the kitchen, all blushing in various shades like idiots.

Daniel is the one to break the silence, forever the mediator. “So, supper is ready! Can someone grab plates?” Once the tension is broken, you all quickly set off to do different tasks. Danny and Annie bring the food to the table while you grab the plates and silverware. Sam goes off to grab drinks for everyone. The rest of the meal goes off without a hitch, and as soon as you’re all done eating, the boys clear the table and start setting it up for beer pong.

For the next couple hours, the 4 of you just hang out and slowly get more tipsy as you consume more alcohol. Eventually, the same bottle tequila from last night is getting passed around and you’re all just taking swigs. When you guys leave for the frat houses down the road, you are feeling pretty toasted. You and Annie walk hand in hand down the road and the buys follow behind you.

Since you are feeling pretty good at the moment, you lean into Annie and whisper (although not too quietly), “I’m sorry I interrupted your kiss earlier. It would’ve been a good one.”

Annie shushes you and giggles, “Be quiet, they’re right behind us.”

“But I’m whispering!” you exclaim, most definitely not whispering anymore, and Sam chuckles.

The frat house is crowded when you get there, and this time, you let the boys lead so they can make a path through the crowd. You get drinks and suddenly, Annie and Dan are gone. Sam has his hand on your arm so you two don’t lose eachother in the crowd, and you eventually make your way to one of the couches. There is a couple making out on the other end, but you’ve both seen worse things, so it doesn’t stop you from occupying the left over space. 

You didn’t recognize the song that was playing, and you you about to tell Sam that you weren’t a big fan of it, but he beat you to it.

“They should let me DJ. My music is way better than this.”

Smiling, you reply. “I agree, although I see why they chose this. It’ll be good to dance to later.”

Sam smirks at you. “Oh, it’s a dancing night? You must be pretty drunk already.” Sam taps the tip of your nose with his beer bottle, and if you had been sober, you probably would have been flustered, but Sam was right. You’re pretty drunk.

“Sammy, we drank like a whole bottle of tequila before we got here and then some. Of course it’s dancing night!” You started to get up, but Sam pulled you back down while laughing. You ended up more in his lap than next to him, and when you try to scootch off of him, he wraps his arm around your waist holding you against him securely. Again, if you were sober, you definitely would have reacted differently, but you just settled into Sam’s lap and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Let me finish my drink first, antsy pants,” he whispers into your hair.

You could have stayed like this forever. Sam smells so good and he’s rubbing his thumb against you. You can also feel his heartbeat and you swear it’s going a bit fast, like he’s nervous. You’d ask him about it if you weren’t so content where you were. Soon enough though, Sam is shaking you from your reverie.

“Come on, love, let’s go dance. I actually know this song!” Sam stands up before you get the chance to move and you’re impressed by how easy it was for him to manuever you around. With Sam holding your hand, you make your way to where the music is the loudest, which is in the basement. You’re happy you put your hair up earlier, because the lower you descend down the stairs, the hotter it becomes. 

“I guess your outfit choice was the right call,” Sam yells back to you. The music is so loud now that even though he’s right in front of you, you can barely hear him. 

“And so are your hoochie mama shorts!” you tease back.

He gives you a big lopsided smile and replies, “Oh but you like these shorts. I already knew they were going to be a good idea.”

You didn’t quite understand that, but you gave him a shrug back anyways. And once you reached the basement, the conversation didn’t matter anyways because you were sucked into the crowd to dance. It seems like you two have been dancing for hours by the time you’re ready to call it a night. You thought you would’ve run back into Danny and Annie at this point, but you never did. It doesn’t really worry you though, some nights were like this, and you guys would get separated. The boys always made sure to never leave one of you alone though.

Sam is watching you, and without you having to say anything, he knows you’re ready to go. He really is perfect, and you have the mind to tell him so. So you do.

“You’re perfect, Sammy,” you stare up at him. It’s pretty dark in the basement, but there ae colorful lights dancing around the room illuminate his face just enough to show you the confusion there.

“What did you say?” Sam yells back. Suddenly, you feel very sober as the realization hits you of what you just said.

“Nothing!” You shout. “I’m ready to go!” You turn around and make your way for the stairs before he can say anything else. You feel his hand find yours and he pulls you to a stop just long enough for him to move around you so he can lead the way. As soon as you step foot outside the house you feel the chill and gasp.

“No! I forgot my sweater at your house!” you whimper. You wish you still felt more of a buzz. Your houses are only a few blocks away, but it’ll be a chilly couple of blocks.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you can take my sweatshirt.” Sam pulls his crewneck off with ease and when you don’t take it right away he adds, “Seriously, I’m still hot from the basement, it feels really nice out here.”

With that confirmation, you take the sweatshirt from his hands and slip it on. It smells so much like him that you have to resist the urge to hold it to your nose and inhale a deep breath.

“Thanks, Sammy.”

“Of course, love, that’s what friends are for.” He smiles and nudges your shoulder with his arm. 

Feeling like you’ve been doused in cold water, you sober up once again. Friends. You feel embarassed as you remember parts of the night. You definitely weren't being a strictly platonic friend tonight, and if Madison had seen you, she could have been justifyingly pissed. What had gotten into you tonight? What had gotten into Sam? Thinking back on it, the flirting definitely hadn’t been one-sided. If anything, Sam had been progressing it. As much as you didn’t like his girlfriend, you still respect her enough as a person to not want to be a homewrecker. 

The two of you start walking back in silence, but it’s a content one. There is a little park on this block and Sam grabs your arm to redirect you down the path through the park instead of taking the stright way home. When you come up to the first bench he plops down unceremoniously and looks up at the stars.

You sit down on the other side, hugging yourself for warmth, and do the same thing. Since you’re in the city you really can’t see any stars, but you like to pretend you can anyways. The breeze is light tonight, but you can feel it on the backside of your legs through the wire bench and begin to shiver.

“Are you still cold?” Sam rolled his head to the side to look at you. 

“A bit, but I’m fine.” you chatter back.

He looks unamused and opens his arm up, giving you the opportunity to tuck into him for warmth. You wish so badly that you could, but you know it wouldn’t be right to Madison.

“Sam… that’s probably not a good idea. I don’t want Maddie to hate me more than she already does.” He tries to reply, but you keep going. “No, Sam. I’m so sorry for being so flirty with you today; the alcohol really got on top of me I guess.”

He just looks at you for a couple of seconds before saying, almost hesitantly, “Were you only flirting with me because of the alcohol?”

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You reply as quickly as you can, “Yeah, Sam. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have been. Although you were flirting right back, so you must have been feeling it too.”

Sam huffs out a laugh without any humour in it. “Yeah, something like that.”

You wish you could get rid of the awkward tension. What can you say though? ‘Break up with your girlfriend, Sam! I’m in love with you!’ Ya, that wouldn’t go over well. Suddenly, the thought of how to ease the tension rushes to you.

“Oh! Oh my god, what is going on between Andrea and Daniel?!”

It’s like a switch has been flipped and Sam sits up quickly with a huge grin on his face.

“He’s been dying to kiss her for months and I think we ruined it for him. He’s got it bad for her, but don’t tell him I told you that.”

You make the motion of zipping your lips and throwing out the key. “Okay, as long as you don’t tell Annie that I’m telling you about her massive crush on him. This is perfect! I think they’d be great together; I’m always telling her that.” You leave out the part where she always replies saying that you and Sam would be perfect together as well.

“That’s a deal!” Sam grabs your leg just above your knee and gasps, “I wonder if they left us to go kiss somewhere. What if they are already back home? If they’re fucking in my house I’m coming over and sleeping on your couch.”

You cackle and Sam continues on with his theories. He looks more at peace now than he has in weeks. His smile is huge, and you can’t help but think to yourself how easy it would be to be with him. The two of you just click; there isn’t a better way to explain it. You know in your heart that he is the person for you, you’ve known it for years. And who knows, maybe someday he will think so too, but today is not that day.

“Okay Sammy, can we keep walking? I’m getting tired.”

He smiles sweetly at you, “Of course, love.”

The rest of the walk back home was filled with your normal laughter and jokes. It felt good to be back to normal with Sam. When you got closer to your houses, you could see the lights turned on at Sam’s place. He noticed at the same time as you and stopped walking.

“Yeah, we definitely had all of the lights turned off before we left.” He looks down at you with an amused grin. “Right?”

You giggle, nod your head, and continue to walk. “I’m going to come get my sweater.”

“You just want to spy on them!” Sam calls after you which just makes you giggle more. 

“Maybe!” you sing back and bound up the stairs of his porch. You try to peer in the window while Sam is fishing his keys out, but when he turns the handle of his front door, it’s already unlocked. He quickly shushes you before opening the door and immediately closes it again.

At the swiftness of it all, you just stand there startled. Sam turns to you and whispers, “They are definitely fucking.”

“What? How do you even know? Oh my god, are they in the living room?”

Sam is blushing and replies while locking the door, “No, thank god… but Annie’s panties are.”

You couldn’t stop the bark of laughter if you tried. Instead of trying to shush you again, Sam just picks you up and carries you off the porch. 

“Sammy, put me down!” you laugh, and he doesn’t concede until you’re across the street. You get to your door, unlock it, and let Sam inside. 

“I fucking called it!” Sam says giddily. “I’m gonna give Daniel so much shit for this,” he grins lopsidedly and its adorable.

“Well, I’m happy someone is getting lucky tonight,” you reply while continuing to laugh. “I’ll grab you a pillow and some blankets.” You run into your room and grab a pillow off your bed and 2 of your extra blankets. When you return to your living room Sam is already laying on the couch with his eyes closed. You crouch by him and your knees pop in the process, but his eyes remain closed. He’s always been quick to sleep, but you think this has to be a new record.

“Sammy,” you whisper, but he still doesn’t wake up. His hair is falling in his face and you reach to move it away, but stop midway remembering that you shouldn’t be too touchy with him. It’s perfectly friendly to move someone’s hair out of their face though, right? You think if it were Danny or Annie sleeping on your couch here instead of Sam. You would move their hair out of the way for them. With that, you tuck the lock behind Sam’s ear and he sighs contently in his sleep.

You leave the pillow on the ground next to him and lays the blankets over him. Right before you turn to leave, you run your hand over his hair one more time. Someday, you think. Someday maybe he’ll see that you belong together.

- - -

When you wake up the next day, Sam is already gone. You know he has to work on  Sundays, but you thought he’d stay for breakfast. However, when you look at the clock and see that it’s just about noon, you are quick to forgive him. Annie doesn’t come back until later that afternoon which gives almost just enough time to finish your homework. She walks in the room wearing one of Danny’s shirts and you practically scream.

She rolls her eyes at you, but you still catch her subdued grin and the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Oh, shut up, Y/N. I know for a fact that Sam slept here last night too, so don’t be too cocky. And you’re still wearing his sweatshirt!”

“Ya, but only because he walked into his house to see your underwear on his living room floor!” you scoff back at her, then quickly add, “As they should be, by the way, I’m so happy for you!”

She smiles a knowing smile, for what you have no clue, and replies, “I’m sure your panties didn’t end up in the right place either.”

“What?” you state simply. “I can assure you that they did.”

Annie seems taken back by this statement a bit and takes a moment to reply. “Wait… did you guys not have sex last night?”

“Oh my god, Andrea, no. I don’t like Madison as much, if not more, than anyone else here, but I wouldn’t do that to her.”

Annie looks even more taken back by this statement and just asks blandly, “What?”

“I know I don’t like Maddie, but I would never be a homewrecker. I can’t believe you would think that I would,” you frown and then remember all of the flirting from last night. “Actually, you know, that’s kind of justified. I was so flirty with him yesterday that I actually apologised to him for it.”

“Babe, wait, hold on,” she’s talking over you slightly as you try to explain. “He didn’t tell you?”

That question makes you stop your rambling. “Who didn’t tell me what?”

“Sam?” Annie starts and waits to see if you know where she is going with the statement, but you don’t have a clue. She huffs out a breath.

“Babe, Sam broke up with Madison yesterday.”

The world buzzes for a second and you think you heard her wrong.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Sam broke up with Maddie, Y/N. He told Danny and I yesterday while you were at the game. He was supposed to tell you last night.”

There are so many thoughts running around your head at this moment that you can’t bring yourself to focus on any of them. A bit of time must have passed because Annie snaps her fingers in your face to bring you back to the present.

“Did he really not tell you? We even told him that you’d be ecstatic with the news.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?”

“Um…” Andrea cringes a bit and rushes out, “Okay, you can’t be mad because we knew it would work out in your favor, but Danny and I told Sam that you like him.”

“What!” you yell, but she continues on.

“And he was so happy, because he really likes you. I know this for a fact because he told me, Y/N. Listen to me.” Annie grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes, which are still blown wide from everything that she has just admitted to you.

“Sam likes you, Y/N. I think he needs to explain it to you himself, so I won’t say anything else, but please just believe me.” She stares at you until you nod your head. Then she finally lets you go and sits down next to you.

“I don’t understand why he didn’t tell you. He was so confident when we left for the party. The flirting was going so well.”

As soon as she mentions the flirting you understand. “I told him I was only flirting because of the alcohol.”

“What?”

“I apologized for flirting with him last night and blamed it on having too much to drink. He even asked me to clarify and I said that I wouldn’t have flirted with him if I wasn’t drunk.”

She covers her face with her hands and when she speaks again its muffled. “Oh my god you two are impossible.” She drops her hands and turns to face you. “You know, Danny and I have liked each other for a lot less time and we got it figured out by ourselves.”

You just roll your eyes.

“You need to go over there right now, babe.”

“What? To Sam’s house? He’s at work.”

“No he isn’t. I left when he got back, they were overstaffed so they sent him home.”

 She stands back up and grabs your hands to pull you up too.

“Go, Y/N! I can’t stand this anymore.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” You push Annie back down to the couch and she laughs. Your heart is racing, but she’s right. You can’t stand this anymore. Rushing to your room to find your shoes, you pull out your phone to text Sam.

You: I’m coming over.

When you pass the mirror by the door you give yourself a quick runover. There are wisps of hair falling out of the bun you slept in and there is still a bit of mascara under your eyes.

“Shit.” you say to yourself.

Annie hears you though and states, “Oh stop, he always thinks your pretty. Plus, I can already see him waiting by the door for you. If that doesn’t prove to you right there that he likes you, nothing ever will.”

“Shit, okay.” Your heart is pounding. By the time you cross the road you’re surprised it hasn’t fallen out of your chest. The panic must be evident on your face because when you walk up to Sam he looks concerned.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”

How do you start this conversation. To ground yourself, you stare at Sam and focus on his appearance. His hair is pulled back today in a low bun and he is wearing clothes that don’t match at all. You’d think that it would look bad, but he can really pull off outfits like this. Looking back at his face, you can tell that he trimmed his facial hair this morning too. He's frowning slightly and his honey brown eyes are filled with concern.

“Y/N? What hap–”

“I like you,” you blurt out. Wow, okay. Smoothe. 

Admitting this to Sam is like going back to your first middle school crush. Standing on the playground with your hair in pigtails and braces freshly on your teeth. It was the most nerve-wracking moment of your life at that point in time. With so many butterflies in your stomach that it felt like you were going to puke them out. This moment with Sam is exactly like that, although hopefully this boy won’t be grossed out and state with disgust “girls have cooties.” All you can do is take a deep breath and continue on.

“Sam, I have liked you pretty much ever since the day we met, but I thought you’d never feel the same way about me, so I tried to hide that fact. But here’s the thing, I’m sick of pretending like you’re not my absolute favorite person in the world, and I’m tired of hiding my feelings away. 

I feel like I understand you in a way that no else could ever know. I’ve always been in your corner and I’m pretty sure I always will be. I love the way I feel when I’m with you, and I love knowing everything about you. I know your favorite songs, your favorite places to stargaze, your love for your family, your opinions on which types of lettuce taste best, and I know all of your hopes and dreams. And I think I know where you belong, Sam.”

At this point, you meet Sam’s eyes. They are blown wide open and his mouth is a little agape. However, you can see a bit of awe in his eyes which gives you the courage to continue. You look down at your hands and fiddle with your rings because you can't bear the thought of looking into his eyes if he rejects you.

“Sam, you belong with me. I’m really hoping you feel the same way, otherwise please just forget I said any–”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes shoot back up to Sam’s and you see that they are still filled with awe, but also warmth and love and hope.

“Yes,” you whisper.

Sam’s mouth closes in on yours in an instant and the rest of the world melts away. His hands cup the side of your face, and when he starts to pull back you grab the sides of his sweater and hold him closer to you. His tongue ventures into your mouth, deepening the kiss, and you swear nothing has felt more perfect in your life. 

When you finally break apart, both of your lips are a bit swollen and you’re out of breath. Sam is still holding your face and he rubs one of his thumbs over your cheekbone. 

With foreheads pressed together Sam whispers to you, “I have wanted to do that since I first saw you, Y/N. I didn’t think you saw me the same way.”

Giggling, you reply, “Are you kidding? I practically have hearts for eyes when I look at you, Sam. I never even got a hint that you might like me back though.”

“I didn’t want to scare you away. You’re my best friend, Y/N. I was content to have you in my life anyway I could. I just wish we could have figured this out years ago.” He chuckles against your lips as he kisses you sweetly once again.

Across the road you hear your door open. “Get a room!” Annie yells and then cackles and starts walking across the road. Right then, Dan walks out his front door.

“Annie!” He scolds. “We were going to give them space!”

She waves her hands in a dismissing motion as she bounds up the steps of the porch and crashes into Danny’s arms. He puts one over her shoulder and places a kiss on the top of her head.

“Oh please, if they wanted personal space they shouldn’t have been making out on the front porch.”

Sam moves behind you while she talks and wraps his arms around your stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder in the process. Hoping this is a new normal, you tilt your head to the side to nestle up against Sam’s. This time when you breathe in his cologne, you take the full opportunity to bask in it.

He grabs the material of the sweatshirt you have on and you can feel his smile take place on your shoulder. "You look cute in my clothes."

"I'm glad you think so because I'm going to keep this," you tease and he lets out a single breathy laugh.

“So,” Annie interrupts and shoots you both a wide smile before asking, “Double date tonight?”

[thesolarangel]

Steddie x Judas Priest

Part 2 · Read part 1 here

Rated: E · 1.800 words · biker-Eddie x bartender-Steve, quickie in the alleyway, semi public sex (they don’t get caught), hand job, praise kink, dirty talk, modern setting, leather, hand kink, mention of hanky code, light dom-sub vibes, possessive Eddie, subby Steve, mention of “daddy” just once · Read on AO3

We hold each other closer, as we shift to overdrive

And everything goes rushing by, with every nerve alive

We move so fast, it seems as though we've taken to the sky

Love machines in harmony, we hear the engines cry

I'm your turbo lover

Tell me there's no other

I'm your turbo lover

Better run for cover

On and on we're charging to the place so many seek

In perfect synchronicity of which so many speak

We feel so close to heaven in this roaring heavy load

And then in sheer abandonment, we shatter and explode (explode)

________

The bar was packed on this Saturday evening. The annual biker convention had drawn motorcycle fanatics from all over the state to Indianapolis and the “Hellfire Bar & Grill” was the most popular biker bar in the city.

But the experienced bartender that he was, Steve didn’t have trouble keeping up with the orders. And he was getting tipped generously, too. He had only started working here two weeks ago and had already made almost a hundred bucks in tips alone. 

“You’re pretty popular… But if anyone behaves inappropriately, you tell me straight away, alright? These guys can be a little too friendly sometimes.” Jocelyn, his employer and owner of the bar, had told him after she had witnessed how the customers had started to swarm the bar instead of sitting at their usual tables when it was Steve’s shift. These bikers surely were tough looking and eyed him up like a piece of meat, but so far, they were harmless.

“Sure thing, Jo”, he had assured her. He could handle the stares and the occasional rude pick up line himself. He wasn’t worried. 

What did make his heart rate spike, was a particular guy he hadn’t seen before until today. Steve was currently wiping down glassware behind the bar when the stranger walked in. He was a lot younger than most of the bald and white bearded bikers that hung out here, around Steve’s age, maybe 30 or 32 years old. 

His long, unruly brown hair framed his handsome face nicely and he had a good amount of dark stubble going on. He wore a black leather jacket and a pair of black leather pants that hugged his ass nicely. A black handkerchief peeked out of his left back pocket. Steve had heard about a sort of “hanky code” being popular among gay guys, but he had no clue what they meant.

The biker's big brown eyes found Steve’s. He held his view for a few seconds and then winked at him, a cheeky smile curling his lips, and walked over to find a seat at the bar. Steve felt his neck and face flush and he looked away, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. And attending to his customers. Which meant he had to go over to him eventually…

Eddie spotted the new bartender from across the room immediately. Kind eyes, beautiful mouth, broad chest and a smile to die for. The black polo he wore stretched around his biceps deliciously and a little bit of dark chest hair peeked out from under the collar. He knew he had to talk to him. Eddie made his way through the crowd of people, to find an empty space at the bar.

He tried so hard not to stare at this pretty creature, he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. When he risked another look, he already came over to him.

“What can I get you?” 

“Just a beer, whatever you have on tap.” Eddie leaned forward and added “Oh, and your name if you don’t mind.”

“Steve”, the pretty bartender said with a genuine smile.

“I’m Eddie” 

~

Steve’s heart was racing in his chest as he went to pour his beer. This guy was even hotter up close. His voice had a low gravel to it that went straight under Steve’s skin.

Steve came back and placed the beer in front of him. 

“Thank you, gorgeous”, he said and took a big gulp of his drink.

Steve noticed the man’s broad hands. Slender, veiny fingers adorned with several silver rings. He thought about what they would feel like wrapped around his cock.

Be professional, Harrington!

~

The beer didn’t quite satisfy the thirst Eddie felt right now. For the past half hour he had been watching Steve mixing drinks, cleaning glasses and even bending over to attach a new keg under the counter. The latter made his shirt ride up and exposed part of his tanned skin. Eddie imagined bending him over and kneading Steve’s round ass. Instead he gripped his glass harder, knuckles almost going white.

~

In the course of the night, Steve could feel Eddie��s eyes all over him while he continued serving drinks and maintaining the bar. He tried to concentrate, but his mind was already ahead of him, imagining all the naughty things he’d let him do… He was going crazy…

Fuck it.

He grabbed a napkin and wrote something on it, then passed it over to him, disguised under a bowl of peanuts.

~

Eddie looked at him confused. He didn’t order peanuts. But then he discovered the napkin: “Meet me in the alley in 10.”

…

Eddie walked over to him, heavy steps, broad shoulders. Steve’s eyes wandered over his body and he noticed a large silver belt buckle in the shape of a skull that drew attention to Eddie’s leather clad bulge. Steve swallowed hard. His heart pounded in his chest and he could feel his jeans tighten. This guy was his wet dream come true.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Eddie grinned.

“Hey…” Steve smiled back shyly.

With an almost predatory look on his face, Eddie closed the distance between them in a hungry kiss. His big hands pulled Steve closer, roaming over his back and digging into the meat of his ass.

Eddie kissed him hard, messy and with so much desire it made Steve melt like butter beneath his big hands. He felt like every nerve inside of him was alive and yearning.

Then Eddie started moving him backwards, until Steve’s back hit the wall and he cornered him against it. He nudged his leg between Steve’s and let out a low growl, when Steve grinded against him in trembling motions.

Eddie deepened the kiss passionately, ravishing Steve’s mouth, kissing him firmly over and over again, biting his bottom lip playfully and then licking over it, soothingly. He grazed his tongue over Steve’s lip, demanding entrance into his mouth, making Steve moan into the kiss. 

The sounds that he makes.

Cupping Steve’s face with one hand, stroking his cheek, Eddie broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “You gorgeous creature.” He purred deeply, watching as Steve’s pupils went wide with lust from hearing his praise.

“Isn’t it dangerous for you to work here, baby?” The possessive growl in Eddie’s tone went straight to Steve’s dick. “All of these men stripping you with their eyes… making advances at you…”

“I can take care of myself.” Steve answered, but Eddie felt he heard something in his tone that wasn’t entirely truthful. He pulled his leg away, stopping Steve from grinding against him. Steve immediately complained with a high pitched whine.

“Hmm, no, that’s not it, there’s more…” Eddie teased him, his lips wandering down Steve’s jaw and neck, sucking a bright red mark into the soft flesh. 

Steve pushed his hips impatiently against Eddie’s, longing for friction, but he was denied. Eddie held him in place firmly with both hands on his waist. Moaning and writhing, Steve admitted: “I – I like the attention… makes me feel good…”

“There it is, good boy…” Eddie finally reached to palm Steve’s aching bulge, drawing a desperate noise out of him. “What else, baby?”

“Having your eyes on me the whole time… made me so fucking hard.” Steve whined, digging his fingers into Eddie’s hair on his neck. “But it’s just you that I like staring at me, not the others.”

“That’s it, baby. You’re mine.” Eddie groaned dominantly. He opened Steve’s jeans and took him in hand, pumping him a few times, making Steve whimper in his ear. Then he unfastened his own belt and zipper and took his cock out. It didn’t escape Steve how thick he was, he had hoped he was, eyeing his bulge before.

His other hand let go of Steve’s waist and fished a small packet of lube out of his pocket. “Open this for me, baby.” Steve ripped open the edge and Eddie poured the contents onto them both, easing the glide of his hand. Steve made a lewd noise as the cold fluid spread over the tender head and shaft of his cock.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, Stevie.” Eddie promised as he wrapped his ringed hand around both of them, jerking them off quickly. 

Steve knew he wasn’t gonna last long. Not with this hot leather daddy praising him and marking him up. Steve seeked out Eddie’s lips once again and their mouths crashed together in a heated kiss. His cock was throbbing in Eddie’s hand, he felt so close to his release. The pressure of the many rings on his hand adding to the intense pleasure he felt, moans and whimpers falling from his lips between kisses.

“You’re perfect, baby, let go”, Eddie growled and his low, possessive voice made Steve’s head spin. Eddie pressed the pad of his index finger against the sensitive underside of the swollen head of Steve’s dick, teasing it mercilessly.

Steve’s surprised yelp turned into a wrecked sound as he felt himself shatter into a million pieces, spilling his load into Eddie's hand.

Eddie groaned, encouraged by Steve’s noises and with a few more frantic tugs he came, making even more of a mess all over their dicks and his own hands.

Steve was panting heavily, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed and when he looked up, he noticed Eddie was watching him again.

“God, you’re perfect… so beautiful”, Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek with his other hand, watching his expression. Steve smiled at him.

“Hang on…”, Eddie murmured and fetched the hanky from his back pocket and cleaned them up. “Guess I need a new one now…”

“You know, I never figured out what these mean.” Steve said curiously.

Eddie’s eyes went dark, a seductive smile curling his lips. “Oh, I’d be happy to show you… next time?”

“Next time.” Steve confirmed and went in for another kiss, slowly this time, dragging out each tender movement of his lips over Eddie’s. When he broke the kiss to get some air, his face was glowing and he looked at Eddie with heated eyes. 

Eddie held his view, stroking over Steve’s lower back in a gentle rhythm. “But you gotta know, pretty boy… I will ruin you for anybody else.”

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[byoungernj]

Berlin Marathon 2023

Oh baby was this trip a lot of traveling and not a lot of seeing. From my first flight, as noted in my last post, this trip was not meant to be. It started with a 3 hour delay on my layover in Denver. Once at the airport, I found out I had typed my name into my itinerary wrong so it did not match my passport. An error I had to work through four separate times. Then we reached out gate to find out our seats are not the ones we paid extra for. I didn’t sleep a minute on the overnight flight. We arrived in Dublin with only 90 minutes until our next flight took off. If you have never traveled to Europe before, once you arrive you have to get your checked luggage and then make your way through immigration, bag check, security, the whole thing. On paper, Dublin looked like a small two terminal airport. First it took us almost an hour to get our bags. Then we were sent up and down and back up to find the walk way to the other terminal where our next flight would leave out of. Side note, in Europe apparently there is floors 0, 1, 2 etc… so when we were directed to floor 1 and went to the bottom floor, we were stared at in confusion why we did not understand where floor 1 actually was. By the time we walked (because there is no other way, as we were told) to the ticketing counter, our flight was set to leave in 5 minutes. When was the next flight? 10 hours later. I was so exhausted and irritated at this point I feared that if we set out to see Ireland something else would happen and we’d miss the new connecting flight. After many hours attempting to fall asleep to no success we boarded and landed in Berlin. The train would take an hour and it was now midnight. I sucked it up and got an Uber. (If you know me, you know I am not an Uber/Lyft person) We finally got to our hotel. I was emailed instructions to input a code next to the door and a key would be available. But was it? You bet it wasn’t. I googled how to call a European number from an American phone after multiple failed attempts. Within five minutes a lovely gentlemen let us in and provided me with my key. After almost exactly 24 hours of travel and being awake for 32 hours, we went to sleep. And you bet you a3s I did not set an alarm. Which ended up being both bad and good because we caught up on our sleep, but we slept until 2:30 in the afternoon the following day. Thanks to terrible travel plans, we lost a day and a half in Berlin. 

Now that I’m done throwing a pity party I won’t go into more detail but in short

we attempted to find a bus tour for over an hour to find out that they were not running due to the marathon route closing streets

we got on said bus tour two days later and it was nothing special

we did think to purchase tour tickets ahead of time so we saw zero things we had hoped to see

another ticket hiccup, the train was now double the price to get to Munich and we didn’t end up saving anything by not flying out of Munich

we had planned to see one or two more things in Berlin our last night but the train back from Munich took over an hour more and dumped us out at the farthest train station from our hotel

the hotel ordering our taxi a half hour early and the driver refusing to leave because his fair had been running the morning we were departing

the cherry on top was just after I called my dad to tell him where to pick us up, I reached into my backpack only for the shot glass I bought him to fall and shatter

Ugh okay. Enough wallowing. This is meant to be a race recap. The moral of the story - plan plan plan before you travel to Europe or you’ll go all the way there and not see anything like dummy me. So, the race. Talk about the brightest shining moment of this whole trip. (I wrote a quick training recap in my last post if interested) I snuck in my tune up workout back on my hs track between gym classes before we departed NJ. I clipped off a bit faster than goal MP but felt good and in a rhythm. Luckily I had an off day planned for our never ending day of travel. Once we finally woke up on Friday I headed out for a short run along the Spree. I went through the neighborhood our hotel was in and passed this adorable Jungle Book themed playground. The trail was this wonderful dirt path that went through a park. I was tired and moving however fast my legs let me. It felt good to move and stretch afterwards. We headed to the expo in the late afternoon. Talk about the coolest venue, Berlin’s expo takes place at the Tempelhof airport which was used after WW2 by the US to deliver goods when Berlin was split by the wall. The parts of the expo were outside and it backed up to a park where there were people running, skating, and riding bikes. Inside was your typical assortment of vendors. We finally shared our first meal in Berlin at the multiple food trucks that had there. The next day I had a quick 20 minute run back on the Spree followed by a few strides. I smile now reflecting that I didn’t want the run to be so short. I wanted to keep running. I had enjoyed this build so much that I didn’t want it to end. The legs felt about the same, I was physically a bit more tired but ready for tomorrow.

I slept for a bit the night before after struggling to sleep the prior night due to jet lag. Waking up the morning of the race wasn’t too bad. With a 9:15a start time, I only needed to wake up at 6 to eat. I hoped on the subway to head down a few stops. I laughed at the reaction of the local young girls on the subway as a swarm of short shorts wearing, bright colored, awkward runner types all got on the subway at the same time. I followed the crowd off and towards the start. It was a bit of a walk but the weather was perfect and I saw the only corgi witnessed on this trip. I knew it would be a good day after I saw that loaf of bread. The holding area was huge. Bib numbers were given based on your last name so my bag drop was the furthest spot away from the actual start. I sat for a bit, wrote 5k splits on my hands in eyeliner and a special name on my wrist to remember how this trip was possible. Luckily enough I saw a friend of mine. She had gotten in via the lottery and her husband by time. We spent a few minutes catching up before we all needed to drop our bags. The race was encouraging 20 minutes to walk to the start. Here is where the mayhem began.

The start/finish is within this large park in the middle of the city, the Tiergarten. There were plenty of signs directing everyone to their respective start corral which was noted by letters. You followed winding dirt paths with the masses. When I got closer to the ABC start areas I noticed a small green space people were warming up in, so I did the same. After I continued to follow the masses. I could physically see the start area but the path went directing into 3 very long lines of people at portapots. People had now started to cut through the brush and trees of the park to find a way around. Which then turned into people scaling the very tall fences along the start area. A handful of other people found an opening in the fence but this still required us to climb up and over a shorter barrier. Not exactly what I want to do minutes before starting a marathon but here I was. After that debacle I found space within the B corral, did some leg swings and waited. A shared a brief moment with a girl maybe a bit younger than me on my ‘Running On Hope’ tattoo and how wonderful a person Gabe was and the organization is. The 10 minutes I had passed very quickly. They announced some of the elites, including the goat himself Eliud and gosh did the crowd of us go crazy. Then, we were off. 

It took me around two minutes to actually cross the start. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of space I had right off the line in the roads. We were spread on both sides of the median which then split us around the beautiful Victory Column statue. Actually the entire race had plenty of room across the roads. I never felt stuck. As for the specifics of the race course itself, I honestly don’t have much memory. It was flat. And not oh my legs hurt after a while because there’s not change in terrain, because there was small ‘hills’ that I wouldn’t call hills but they were so subtle I didn’t know until I went down the back side and my legs felt better. There were a lot of turns in this course. A LOT. Hence why I don’t remember much. The spectators lined the entire course. I was pleasantly surprised that a lot of people also cheered for you by name (which was on my bib). At first I thought it was my mom encouraging people around her but then it kept happening. My favorite was when one little kid would yell my name and then their whole group would follow. I took some opportunities to high five some kids as well.

I was able to hit pace right at the start. After a few miles this did start to feel fast. I chocked it up to it being a bad patch and kept pressing forward. I came through my 5k slower than desired but found myself right back on pace by 10k. Just before 9 miles my watch started to act wonky. When looking down to see how close I was to getting my gel out, I saw I had split a 5:14 ninth mile…which I have never run once in my life. Mile 12, was a 1:38 mile. I was now flying blind for the rest of the race, I didn’t know if I could trust the gps. The 5k splits on my hand were started to wash off with my sweat so I made my best guesses based on what I knew my initial 5k goal was. At half way I still felt as though I was running too fast. I told myself keep pushing at this pace until 16 than see what happens. 16 came and went and I kept plugging away. This course only had Maurten as their electrolyte drink. The first aid station that had this, I grabbed one, took a few sips and hated it. Not long after that my stomach agreed, it hated it too. I stuck to water at every other aid station after that. I remembered I had drank to much in Duluth so I tried to space out my fluids. I was taking Ucan gels every 4.5 miles and those don’t require water to digest, so pairing my intakes was not an issue either. But after those first 16 miles, my stomach started to feel a bit off. I was able to take down my forth gel at 18 but my nausea now persisted. In fact, it only got worse as the miles clicked by. 

I started to do some mental math, where did I need to be with 10k and 5k to go to still be under three hours? and was this still in the cards today? It wasn’t a do or die time goal as it had been before, but it would be nice and I knew I had it in me. I was looking for the 32k sign and it never came. Looking at my watch, I was behind where I needed to be. Oh well I thought, let’s enjoy the rest of the day as I knew I’d finish. But then the next k sign was in sight and it was the 33k sign. I was still on pace and in fact, ahead of pace. I believe I literally said “oh sh!t I’m still in it” out loud. I was taking it one k at a time. As much as I wanted water, I chose to not take in any, hoping that would calm my stomach a bit. But it didn’t. I was so nauseous. The thought of taking anything in made me feel worse. Just make it to 5k to go and reassess. Just as before I was looking for the 37k sign but I missed it again. I knew I had slowed so now being off pace would not have surprised me. But the 38th k appeared and I was still under! I disregarded my last gu. There was no chance I was risking throwing up when I was still on pace. But I continued to slow. More mental math. Where did I need to be with 2k to go and still have a chance? I’d give myself 10 minutes and push with everything I had in the last 1k. At 40 k I had 13 minutes to make it. I tried to push. The nausea increased. There was no getting rid of it. Just finish. I made the final turn and the Brandenburg Gate came into view. I stay far to the left and followed the blue line for the shortest route to the finish. I tried again to push. No go. My legs had the life but my stomach was running the show now. The distance from the gate to the finish felt like forever. I wasn’t sure I’d make it. (Also running under that gate was super cool) But I had overestimated. Next thing I knew I was right there and had two minutes to spare. Unlike Grandma’s I had the space to take it all in. My hands instantly went over my heart. I was going to do it again! With my hands in the air I crossed the line with weak, screaming legs. 2:58:55, a PB by 47 seconds. 

Oh the nausea. A few steps passed the finish, I wobbled and my hands found my knees. Holy crap did I want to throw up. I didn’t make it very far until I veered off to the side and was on all fours for quite some time. I have no clue how long I was there. After a few failed attempts to kneel upright, I walked a bit farther. I needed water. My mouth was stuck shut. I downed two glasses of water and my stomach yelled back. Gosh was I thirsty but it was so uncomfortable. I decided to sit in the sun and hope for some relief. Again, I have no clue how long I sat there but I was able to get another cup of water down. I had to make the long walk back to my bag. I had to take my medal off at this point. It was directly over my stomach, smacking it with every step. I got 3/4 of the way there and had to sit in the grass again. I let the sun start to warm my body and the stillness help digest whatever the heck was so pissed off inside me. Minutes passed and I took my time segmentally getting up. One more push to get my bag and find my mom. Naturally, as soon as I sat down at our meeting spot I looked up to see her sitting not far off from that spot. I stood to embrace her but instantly had to sit back down. I had nausea in Duluth but nothing like this. As we sat and recapped the past few hours, I tried to find positions that made me feel better. It took time but I was able to get to my feet. 

I had heard that Tracksmith was in Berlin, stamping free posters with our finishing times. We made our way onto the subway and over to their space. To my surprise, olympic medalist Nick Willis was one of the people stamping posters. My nausea thankfully had subsided and I helped myself to a free beer as we planned our trip back to the room. By the time we got back to the room, it was 3pm. Now back on wifi I read the wonderful messages back from everyone in the states that were now awake. I called my dad to share in the ventures of the morning. We spent the rest of the day taking our time around a museum and at Checkpoint Charlie. I can’t even describe how wonderfully I slept that night. 

As mentioned in my previous post, I loved this build. On the train back to Berlin from Munich (of course we went down to Oktoberfest, duh) I found myself smiling and longing for the next one. I loved challenging myself in new ways. Again I was struck by nausea which slowed my second half. I was also at the mercy of a dysfunctional watch and no pacer. What does this tell me - I can most definitely go faster. 

I loved Berlin. Besides the mayhem that was getting to the starting line, everything about this race was wonderful. I loved Germany. I would 100% go back. Now I’ll take some downtime and build up for a half in late April. I’d like to train specifically for the half, which I’ve never done. I don’t have plans for a marathon for at least a year. I need to get more settled into life in Portland. I have 4 of my 6 Abbott WMM stars. Tokyo is the next one I’d like to do but is notoriously is hard to get into. If I don’t get into 2025, my next marathon wouldn’t be until summer 2025. Honestly, I’m not sure I can wait that long so who knows, maybe it will be sooner. 

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.6

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: none really

Words: 1454

Summary: You reunite with your pack and they have lots of questions.

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Slipping out quietly from the Cullen house, you take a deep breath; filling your lungs with fresh early morning air. They probably knew you were leaving, but just in case you didn’t want to make any noise as you fled. It felt good to move your body. For hours you hadn’t been in control, stiff as the dead. Gently, you rolled your muscles; experimenting with how much movement you had. Almost back to normal although a few places were tight. A few pops gave you a shiver, feeling the release of your joints. The wolf in you was thrilled.

Starting at a slow pace, you were drawn straight to the forest that made the border of the Cullens and the Quileute pack.

Your feet picked up pace once you passed the threshold of skinny trees and dived deeper and deeper. Heart racing, you felt your entire body explode as you leap; what was once a human foot was replaced by a giant paw.

All four paws landed with a thud, your world expanded as you tilt your head up; snout sniffing the air for anyone familiar. The thoughts of the others nearby immediately flooded you. Never truly alone in the forest, you full on run, knowing your way home by heart.

Yes. You were free. You were powerful in this form. If only you had had a chance to shift before being poisoned by that. . . that thing. The image of her still haunted you.

“(y/n)!” Came the echo Paul’s voice, excited and full of relief.

“Jesus, is that what you and Sam went up against?”

“What the hell was that thing?”

“Are you okay?”

Vibrations under your paws alerted you to the stampede of your pack, your family. They fell upon you, tails wagging and snouts poking at your face. You licked them happily in reply. Young and scrawny Seth Clearwater came bounding on lanky limbs and nearly bulldozed you to the ground had you not been stronger. You were able to keep yourself up and tackle Seth to the ground playfully. Paul and Jared tag in and it becomes an all out wrestling match, the only way they could show that they had truly been concerned about you.

“Alright, give her some space.” The lumbering black wolf of Sam stood patiently with Jacob, Quil, and Embry and the other young wolves. All except for Leah.

Reluctantly, the boys get off of you and let you stand up to shake yourself off.

“How are you feeling?” inquires Sam as he looks you over.

Admitting “A little stiff from being paralyzed for so long, but other than that I feel great. Are you okay? You didn’t stay at the Cullens.”

“I had to get back to the pack, tell them what happened. The Cullens assured that you would be taken care of and released as soon as you were healthy enough. Which it appears didn’t take too long. I’m glad.”

One of the young wolves, a thrill in his voice asks you “So what was that thing?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it. Even in all the horror movies I watched.” Another juvenile pipes in. All this supernatural stuff must have been so exciting for them. They didn’t know yet how dangerous that world was. Even for a being as strong as the wolves.

“Enough questions.” Embry speaks up with a snap of his teeth. Their ears flatten like airplane wings; tails tucked between their legs. “(y/n) has been through a lot. She doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“Embry is right. We should let her rest.” comments Seth as his tail wags slowly.

You didn’t want to talk about your experience, but that didn’t mean you wanted to skip out on your patrol duties. Especially since there were rogue vampires potentially roaming about. “Thanks for your concern, but I want to go back to work.”

Feeling Sam’s hesitance, he turns his head to look at Paul and Jared to see what they thought. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. I only got a little scratch on my face. And the poison has already exited my system. I’m ready to go!” Pawing at the earth, you try and smile as best as you could in your wolf form. The wolf pack needed everyone on board. A vampire had been so close to your territory. This. . . Victoria. Whoever she was. She was bringing trouble to Forks and La Push. The string of mysterious deaths up in Seattle most likely was her doing as well. You had seen it on the late night news that your parents watched. It made them worried as well. They knew that you would have to deal with the murderer if indeed it was a vampire. Constantly they worried about you. You knew they would freak out once you got home and they saw the cut upon your cheek. Job hazards, you would tell them. Neither of your parents knew that you had already imprinted. You would keep that to yourself for as long as possible.

*

“You know you didn’t have to walk me home, right?”

Embry blushes a little bit as the two of you walk side by side on the gravel road. The clothes you had worn at the Cullen household were back on you, the smell of vampire having been wiped away during your patrol out in the forest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you’re really okay.”

A smile spreads across your face as you focus on the road ahead but inside you felt a little giddy that this sweet boy was worried about you. Out of his little trio, Embry was by far your favorite. The two of you had so much in common and often hung out when the two of you weren’t scheduled for patrolling. Or when you were paired off, most of the time you and Embry would simply goof off, earning a scolding from Sam. You had hardly had any time to hang out with him since. . .

Since you imprinted on Edward.

That had put a sour note in your life and made it difficult to enjoy anything.

“Well, thanks I suppose.”

“Did it hurt?”

“What?”

Embry stops and points to a spot on his cheek, mirroring where Xiomara had injured you. Fingertips cautiously move up to the jagged scars that had barely scabbed over. Underneath your feather like touch, you felt the soreness of the wound; like a bruise below your skin. “No. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t feel anything.” Except for fear. You had been too focused on staring into Xiomara’s pitch black eyes; watching your own terrified reflection.

Now a bit embarrassed, Embry quickly shifts his gaze away from you. “Sorry. . . but hey, at least you’ll have a cool scar to talk about later. It’ll make you look hardcore and badass.”

Giggles bubbling through your throat, you nod. “Yeah! Now I’m excited! I just hope my parents don’t freak out too much.”

“What’re you going to tell them?”

“Eh. . . cat scratch?”

“That’s one big ass cat!” Embry lets out a cute snort-laugh.

Closely, side by side, the two of you talked of nonsense subjects and silly notions. The events of the past couple of days left you, immediately and in a rush.

Before you knew it, your small house came into view.

You and Embry simultaneously stopped. Just looking at your front door. In your gravel driveway, both of your parents’ cars were there.

“Who am I kidding, my parents are definitely going to freak out.”

“You want me to go in with you?”

Shaking your head you tell him it’s okay. “Thanks for walking me home though.”

“You’re welcome.” Embry smiles at you, such a boyish smile too. When you start walking again to your porch you hear Embry call you back. You turn halfway to better hear him. His whole body had become tense. “I know you’ve imprinted on. . . him. . . but, I just have to tell you this, at least once. I like you a lot. I’ve liked you so much for such a long time that I don’t even know when it started. I know you’re not my imprintee either, but until she comes into my life I don’t think I’ll stop feeling this way for you.”

You felt incredibly lightheaded. A boy likes you.

He wasn’t Edward, but you had always thought Embry was cute.

Blush and butterflies both burst into your body.

“Ah-um. . .” All throughout your hands was a warm tingling sensation.

“(y/n)!” Your front door is thrown open and your mom and dad are rushing to you. Allowing Embry to escape back up the street.

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[seijorhi]

Pretty Young Thing

A yandere Erasermic commission for an anon, I hope you like it bby!!

Aizawa Shouta x reader x Hizashi Yamada

TW non-con, breeding kink, pregnancy, surrogacy, pregnant sex, smut, age-gap, nsfw

“Don’t you think she’s a little young, ‘Zashi?”

“It’s up to you both how involved you are during the first stages and the overall pregnancy. Normally we suggest an initial meeting with the potential surrogate for all three of you to get a feel for one another and decide if you want to proceed with the arrangement, but should you wish, we can–”

“No,” he interrupts, sparing Hizashi a fleeting glance. “We want to meet her.”

Beneath the desk, his husband squeezes his hand. 

Hizashi quirks an eyebrow, pausing midway through fixing his hair in the mirror. “Whaddya mean, babe? She’s in her twenties ain’t she?”

He’s not wrong, but that’s not the issue. They picked you, they both picked you, but there’s this lingering unease that he can’t seem to shake. It’s not so much your age specifically, he knows that you’re only a few years younger than the majority of the other women whose profiles they’d seen – you’re old enough to understand what you’re getting yourself into and agree to it, at any rate – it’s just that he doesn’t quite understand why somebody your age would want to do this.

And there’s something different about you, it’s just a feeling of course – he hasn’t yet had a chance to confirm his suspicions, but he wants to meet you and decide for himself.

“We do have a number of potential surrogates with promising Quirks if you’re considering pursuing that option for your child,” the Doctor told them, smiling as they flipped through page after page of profiles.

Hisako, 35, Quirk: Sun-flare

Nozumi, 26, Quirk: Mimic

Koharu, 28, Quirk: Seismic Wave

Chiyoko, 33, Quirk: Golden Whip

Yuzuki, 32, Quirk: Silencer

There’s dozens of them – which is more than he expected. 

Aizawa knew coming in that this wasn’t normally the process, that this agency catered specifically to Heroes – was recommended by the Hero commission – but it still feels strange, just browsing through pages upon pages of potential candidates to carry their baby. 

Was he supposed to be feeling some kind of emotion looking at these profiles? The women were all healthy, each of them attractive, in their own ways (nothing but the very best, the Doctor had reassured them with a smile). This woman, whoever they picked, she’d be carrying their baby, yes, but that was the extent of it. She wasn’t going to be a part of their lives beyond that, so what did it matter if she was nice or liked to cook or play tennis?

There were stats, of course. Their education and IQ’s and little snippets of history, but they were all impressive, otherwise they wouldn’t have been included. Were they supposed to choose based on their Quirk? One that might compliment his or Zashi’s? Quirks were troublesome things to begin with, and–

“Wait-wait, Shou, hold up,” Hizashi’s voice cut through his musings, long fingers wrapping around his wrist midway through turning the page. “Go back one.”

He does as he’s told, flicking the page back.

Y/N, 23, Quirk: N/A.

A lone eyebrow lifts. Quirkless, huh? A blank slate.

But that’s not what caught Hizashi’s eye.

“She’s kinda cute, don’tcha think, baby?”

It feels weirdly like a first date, nervous jitters and all – though he’d like to believe he’s better at suppressing that now then back when he was a teenager. Aizawa hasn’t bothered to shave, but his hair’s tied back in a loose bun and he’s pulled out a suit for the occasion – he’s even wearing a tie for fuck’s sake. Beside him, Hizashi’s ditched his usual leather jacket and ripped jeans for, well, nicer jeans and a button up floral shirt.

And then there’s you. Standing in the doorway of the cafe glancing around like a little lost lamb, he recognises you instantly from the picture on your profile, but the moment your eyes meet his he’s struck with the realisation that the picture didn’t truly do you justice.

Because you do look young (at least compared to their thirty odd years) and it might just be the hesitant smile adorning your face as you start to make your way over, or the charming little summer dress falling to your mid-thigh, swishing hypnotically with every step, but Shouta feels something catch in his chest the more he stares. You really are… what was the word ‘Zashi had used? Cute?

Yeah. You were cute. 

The agency had offered to host this little meetup at their clinic, and while he hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, Hizashi’d been insistent. He’d wanted this to feel ‘natural’. 

‘I don’t really wanna meet our potential baby mama for the first time in some boring, sterile office, d’you?”

He’d only bitten back a sigh at the time, shaking his head. It wouldn’t have been worth upsetting him by reminding him that the girl was technically a glorified incubator. He had every intention of being involved in this process, but this initial meeting was to establish two things. Firstly, that after meeting them, you still felt comfortable with carrying their baby, and secondly, he wanted to make absolutely certain that you weren’t trying to get anything out of this.

Oh, he knew you were getting paid, handsomely, he’s sure, but the thought that you, or any of the women the agency had fobbed their way might not all be in this for altruistic reasons had crossed his mind. 

You were just so young.

But he was more than happy to determine those two things in a ten minute meeting at the agency. 

Hizashi was not, and so here they are. 

Ten minutes in, and he finds himself glad of his husband’s insistence. Hands wrapped around your mug of coffee (you should enjoy it while you can) you chatter away with Hizashi, beaming and blushing, tripping over your own words in your nervousness. 

You’re about as dangerous as a kitten, and he allows himself to relax enough in his seat to enjoy watching the blonde charm you. 

“So why don’t ya tell us a little about yourself, songbird?”

“There’s really not all that much to tell,” you say with a sheepish laugh, but they listen as you talk anyway. It’s nothing the profile hadn’t already told them, nothing spectacular that would make you stand out in the crowd. 

And yet, an hour and a half later, you’re trying in vain to distract him and Hizashi both so that you can slip your card in with the bill to pay for lunch, and Shouta finds himself oddly amused.

There were other candidates – ones with impressive Quirks, smarter than you, more accomplished than you, older than you–

“Ya sure you don’t want a lift, sweetheart? It’s no trouble.”

You smile again, demure little thing, and shake your head. “Oh no, really it’s okay. It’s not far and… I like the walk. Thank you, though.”

– but none nearly so endearing, he thinks. 

And when they watch you disappear into the crowd, one final wave thrown over your shoulder, Hizashi’s fingers lace with his once more.

“So she’s our baby mama, huh?

He’s silent for a moment. “I suppose so.”

—

The agency recommended, at least in the initial stages before the implantation procedure took place, that any communication between the three of you should go through them. 

Hizashi had your number programmed into his phone before you’d even left the cafe, and he’s been texting you every day since – to the point where it wasn’t unusual for Shouta to come downstairs and find Mic chuckling to himself, fingers dancing across the keyboard on his phone as he replies to whatever message you’ve sent. 

Shouta, for his part, tends to message only to check in.

How are you feeling? Any side effects from the meds?

Your response comes a little slower than usual, and it’s almost an hour before finally he receives it.

Sorry they’re cracking down on us using our phones at work :( 

Everything’s good so far! The doc said i should be on track for our appointment next week!

… is it weird that I’m a little excited haha?

His brow furrows at that. You hadn’t mentioned a job – at least not to him, he’d have to ask Hizashi later whether you'd said anything to him. 

Why on earth were you still working? He’d seen the contracts, he knew exactly how much you were getting paid for this little venture, wasn’t that enough to support you?

He makes a brief mental note to make sure that whatever job you were working at, you stopped long before the baby was due. You might just be a surrogate, but he’d be damned if his baby was put in jeopardy because you were needlessly exerting yourself. 

Nevertheless, his expression softens somewhat as he reads the second part of your message. You were excited, hm? 

Well, that made three of you.

Both he and Hizashi’d been willing to come along to the clinic with you – he’d even submitted a formal leave request to take the day off from UA, but the Doctor had assured him that it wasn’t necessary.

“The procedure is quick and relatively painless. She’ll be home within a few hours, and so long as she remains off her feet and doesn’t undertake any strenuous activity, she will be perfectly fine.”

It hadn’t sat particularly well with Hizashi who’d spent the afternoon huffing and complaining about the clinic trying to kick them both out of the process. That much, he expected – he understood it to an extent; the agency catered specifically to Heroes, most of their clientele probably had busy schedules (which was true in their case as well). There wasn’t a need for them to be present at such a minor procedure, even if it did hopefully mark the beginnings of your pregnancy. 

What he hadn’t expected was the twinge of discontent he felt settle in his own stomach. The Doc might’ve preferred they stay out of this, but at the end of the day he really didn’t give a shit what she or the agency wanted.

So he messaged you.

Do you want us there with you?

He watches those three little dots bounce for almost a solid minute before finally your reply comes through.

No, it’s okay, you don’t have to come. The Doc said it wouldn’t take long and I don’t wanna be a burden for you guys

It’s not really an answer to his question, and he briefly wonders if Hizashi might be right about the agency interfering, but he’s not going to fight you on it. 

At least, that’s his plan until Principal Nezu pulls him aside at the end of a staff meeting and tells him that he’s found somebody to cover his classes tomorrow if he still wants the day off. 

“Ya gotta go, babe. One of us should be there for our ‘lil mama.”

He asks you what time your appointment is and there’s a surprisingly pleasant fluttering in his stomach when you walk through the clinic doors and catch sight of him sitting in the waiting room.

It’s a momentary surprise – you almost do a double take, but a smile lights your face and you ignore the receptionist in favour of racing towards him. 

“Shouta, I thought you weren’t coming!” Your arms wrap around his middle, squeezing tightly.

He finds himself returning your hug – albeit somewhat stiffly – but he’s glad he made the decision to come. The Doctor wasn’t wrong, you’re only in with her for just under twenty minutes, and when you come out there’s a tremble in your legs, but you seem otherwise fine.

It goes without saying that he’s driving you home, though you try once again to beg him off.

Kitten, when are you gonna learn that so long as you’re carrying his and ‘Zashi’s child, they’re going to go out of their way to make things easier for you – whether you want them to or not.

Yet your quiet discomfort on the drive home doesn’t slip past his attention. Maybe it’s because he’s become accustomed to your nervous rambling, but there’s something odd about the way you’re sitting so quietly, fingers twisting in your lap as you stare out the window. He knows that if Hizashi was here, he’d be chatting your ear off, but he’s never been one to fill silence with unnecessary small talk.

Though he can’t exactly help the way his own mind drifts. Are you in pain? The Doc didn’t say anything about there being any pain, only that you should rest over the next few days, so it shouldn’t be that. Perhaps you’re just lost in your thoughts – it’s strange for them having a surrogate, he can only imagine what’s going through your own head now that it’s actually begun. He hopes that you aren’t having second thoughts, almost opens his mouth to ask before thinking better of it.

You’re entitled to your thoughts and feelings, whatever they may be, and if you wanted to talk to him about them, you would. 

It’s not until the scenery outside starts to change and the fancy sky-scrapers give way to dingy apartment blocks and dilapidated buildings, crammed in together too tightly that he realises that it’s not discomfort that’s written across your face, but embarrassment.

This was your neighbourhood?

Shouta recognises it, and really he should have picked up on it earlier when you’d given him the address – he’s spent more than a few nights patrolling the area. It’s a hotspot, not for the high-class, dangerous villains plastered across the news every night, but thieves and murderers. Petty thugs who prey on the weak, those addicted, with nowhere else to go… you live here?

Surely with the money you’re getting from the agency, and your job on top of that, you can afford a better neighbourhood.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, watches as you all but shrink into your seat, and when you speak, your voice is little more than a whisper.

“You can just drop me off at the corner here.”

He pulls the car to a stop by the curb, and for a moment neither of you speak. He doesn’t know what to say, and judging from the way you’re nibbling on your bottom lip and glancing up at him, you don’t either. 

“I–”

“Thank you,” you cut him off with a tight smile. “For coming today, and for… this. I-I really do appreciate it.” 

The words aren’t quite sincere, but he only nods – noting the miniscule sigh that escapes your lips at the action. “Of course. Anytime you need us, just call, okay.” He waits for you to nod before continuing, “Do as the Doc said, rest.”

You all but scamper from the car after saying another goodbye, though Shouta waits until you’ve disappeared into the crumbling apartment block before driving off.

Maybe the inside is nicer, but he sincerely doubts it.

—

“You should’ve seen it, ‘Zashi.” The two of them are curled up on the love-seat, half empty containers of takeout littering the coffee table in front of them. “I just can’t figure out why she’d be living somewhere like that.” 

The blonde frowns. He’d been messaging you throughout the afternoon, so he knew that the appointment had gone fine. It wasn’t that he expected to come home and find the erasure Hero jumping for joy, but the subtle discontent on Shouta’s face had been enough to make him pause. 

“You’re worried about our ‘lil songbird?” he asks, pushing away just enough so that he could turn to study his face. 

The short nod says plenty. Of course he is – even if you weren’t potentially carrying his child, you’re young, beautiful and far too innocent for your own good. In places like that, you were easy pickings, and you don’t even have a Quirk to protect yourself. His job requires him to assess his students’ strengths, their failings and weaknesses and their progress. He doesn’t need to see you in action to know that you wouldn’t be able to hold your own in a fight. 

It bothers him. 

“She’s not safe there.”

Hizashi hums, but instead of settling back against his husband’s side, he straightens up further. “Well, why don’t we go take a look-see, huh handsome? Make sure our sweet thing’s pad’s all safe ‘n sound, put your mind at ease. Whaddya say?”

As he stares into those imploring green eyes, Shouta knows that he should say no. 

Concerned or not, there’s still a line, privacy that should be respected. He’s tired and this is the only night that they both have off this week. Your place is almost twenty minutes from theirs, and it’s already late – almost midnight. The list goes on, there are a thousand reasons that he should say no.

“Fine. Just for tonight.”

—

Two weeks later, the two Heroes receive a call from the agency; the blood test came back positive – you’re pregnant. 

In the blink of an eye, at least to Shouta, this becomes startlingly real. You’re pregnant. They’re going to have a baby. Boy, girl, it doesn’t matter… You’re pregnant, and as his husband ends the call and yanks him by his collar into a fierce kiss, he realises how important this is.

How important you are, just by the virtue of carrying their baby.

They invite you over for dinner to celebrate, and while he’s never been one to flaunt the comfortable lifestyle he and Hizashi have, he does find it strangely pleasing to watch you wonder wide eyed through their apartment. He’d be the first to admit it’s big – bigger than they’d ever probably need, though with the baby on the way maybe they’ll finally be able to make use of all that extra space.

Mic grabs you by the hand, eagerly dragging you towards the nursery he’s already begun setting up. “Once I heard the good news, I just couldn’t wait to get started! Our little rockstar’s gonna have the sweetest crib, don’tcha think? Ain’t it amazing?” 

He’s already started painting and there’s a wooden cot halfway assembled and the beginnings of a musical mobile pushed off to the side waiting for him to return to it. It’s hardly close to being finished, but you just grin, gazing at the mural he’s started on the walls. “It’s amazing,” you say.

“I knew ya’d like it!” he beams.

Shouta hangs back as Hizashi guides you through the rest of the apartment, chattering excitedly away. He likes seeing his husband happy, and somehow you manage to bring it out of him without even trying. It’s still early days but Shouta has to admit that already you’re more to him and Hizashi than he expected, or even anticipated. You fit well with them, seamlessly, as if you’d always been a part of their lives.

After dinner, they drive you home despite your protests, and Hizashi insists they walk you up to your apartment. You’re no doubt under the impression that they’re doing it to be gentlemanly, missing the shared looks between the two men as they pass the out of order elevator and tread down hallways with stained carpet and peeling wallpaper, ignoring the leering yellow eyes of your neighbour, peeking out from the crack in the doorway as they bid you goodnight, ‘Zashi squeezing you extra tight.

There’s an uncharacteristic hardness in his husband’s eyes as they both slip back into the car, “No way in hell are we lettin’ her stay here.”

On that at least, there’s no arguments from him.

—

Hizashi, unsurprisingly, is the one to bring it up.

The three of you are grabbing a bite to eat after your first ultrasound. This time, both of them had been insistent on being there, and he’s glad they were. Seeing that grainy image of their baby, hearing it’s heartbeat – strong and steady – had filled him with an emotion he’d never felt before.

It was happiness and excitement and wonder and awe all mixed up and wrapped into a gut punch that stole his breath away, and while Hizashi had burst into a loud fit of tears, burying his face in Shouta’s neck while reaching for your hand, he’d managed to keep his own at bay.

Mostly. 

Regardless, you have little choice but to indulge them when they drag you out to one of the blonde’s favourite restaurants – on the proviso that they had you home in time to get ready for work.

“Songbird, there’s something the two of us have been meanin’ to ask ya.”

You perk up a little, hastily swallowing down your mouthful of food so you can reply, “Oh?”

He wonders if you notice the way your hand already instinctively drifts to your stomach, your barely there baby bump. 

“Why’re ya livin’ in a place like that, sweetheart?” You freeze, the corners of your smile slipping, but Hizashi continues, “Ain’t the money from the agency enough? We know you’re working that other job as well… we just…”

Shouta can physically feel you tensing like a bunny caught in a trap, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to reach out, sliding a hand across the table as you pale, but you take it regardless. 

“Talk to us. Please,” he begs. “We just want to understand what’s going on. You have to realise that it’s not exactly a safe neighbourhood, and it’s not just you we have to worry about anymore.” Dark eyes flicker pointedly towards your stomach. 

It’s a dirty tactic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the truth. Did you realise how much danger you were truly in? Not just from the common street thugs – though frankly he thinks it’s nothing short of a miracle that you’d managed to get this far unscathed – but any number of villains with a grudge against either one of them, or Heroes in general. If they found out a pretty, quirkless thing like you was carrying their baby, how long do you think it would take before they tracked you down and kicked through your door?

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, and you swallow shakily. “I-it’s…” you break off, taking a deep, steadying breath, “It’s all I can afford right now.”

“But, hun, what about–”

“I know,” you say. “The money for the surrogacy isn’t for me. It’s money I owe.”

Neither Hero speaks a word as you talk, telling them about your uncle, the man who raised you, how his business went under a few years back and you both lost almost everything.

Shouta isn’t surprised to find out that your uncle turned to loan sharks when the banks turned him away and threatened to take your house. Alarmed at the man’s blatant stupidity, yes, but not surprised. Your eyes start to water when you tell them about how he died a few months back – a hit and run –  and the visit you were paid only a week later, informing you that your uncle’s debts were now yours, and payment had better come through quick. 

Your hand’s trembling in his by the time you finish. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t have any options, I didn’t know how else to get the money, and they said that i-if I didn’t pay up, they-they’d–” a sob catches you unawares, and once again it’s Hizashi who’s out of his seat and at your side in a heartbeat, sliding into the booth beside you, pulling you into a one armed embrace. 

It’s his eyes that you meet, and Shouta understands. He doesn’t need you to explain what threats were made. You were scared, terrified probably, and you had every right to be. 

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you sniffle. “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Really, he should be furious. Disappointed at the very least. 

“Move in with us,” he says instead, ignoring your sudden, startled intake of breath. “At least until the baby comes.”

He should be, but this works better.

—

It takes a little longer than he’d like to convince you, but the two of them wear you down and a few weeks later Shouta finds himself carting boxes of your things up into the spare room in their apartment.

Despite the fact that you’re pregnant with their baby, you’re terrified of being a burden to the two Heroes, but it’s because of the baby that you eventually relent.

They want to be close, involved. They want to know that you’re safe – and their apartment’s state of the art security system will make sure of that when they’re not home with you. They want to make sure that you’re not exerting yourself, that you’re eating the right things and not running yourself ragged at a job you don’t need, stressing yourself out needlessly and putting the baby at risk.

All of that’s true. 

It’s just not the entire reason. 

At first, he convinces himself that it’s for Hizashi, as well as his own peace of mind, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s the full truth of it. Because of course he wants to keep a close eye on the pregnancy – he knows that this can’t be easy on you. You have no family left, and if you have any friends then they’ve done an excellent job of keeping you at arm's length. 

You have nobody but them, and it does bring him some modicum of peace to know that you’re just down the hall if anything goes wrong. 

Hizashi adores having you there with them, having somebody else to cook for, somebody to come home to at the end of a long day. More than a few times, they’ve both returned from a night of patrolling to find you curled up on the couch, fast asleep with a blanket over your legs and a book slipping from your fingers, having tried, and failed, to wait up from them.

You tune into Mic’s radio show on the nights you can’t sleep, and on the odd mornings that you wake up before either of them, they come downstairs to find bacon sizzling away in the pan, a pot of coffee already brewing. There’s something oddly charming about the way you pout while you pour it for them, knowing you can’t have any yourself.

“You’re a special kind of masochist, ya know?” Hizashi teases, sidling up beside you to grab a cup.

You sigh dejectedly. “I must be,” you reply as he plants a kiss on your cheek and squeezes your side affectionately, but it’s impossible to miss the sparkle in your eyes. You’re happy here, with them. 

Shouta warns you from pushing yourself too much, but even he can notice the apartment’s tidier when they arrive home than when they left, the freshly baked goods sitting on the countertop that weren’t there yesterday.

“I just… I know I can’t pay you back for all of this, I just wanna make myself useful,” you tell him one night when he asks about it. “I still feel like I’m taking advantage of the both of you, staying here…”

“You’re carrying our baby, that’s enough,” he reminds you, his calm, steady voice brooking no disagreement. And yet, as dark eyes study your face, he can tell that it’s not enough for you, so he sighs, and in a quiet voice adds, “We like having you here.”

He likes having you there. Sitting at the dining room table, helping him grade papers, lounging around on their rare days off together – helping Mic set up the nursery, volunteering to go shopping with them for baby stuff. He’s lost count of how many pregnancy books you’ve bought, pouring over them with a fine tooth comb late at night – often falling asleep in the process, leaving him and Hizashi to carry you off to bed with a barely there kiss to your forehead.

You fit between them in a way he hadn’t quite expected. Not a burden, not an interloper, but as if there was always a place carved out for you with them, and it’s only now that they realise that there was something missing to begin with. 

It doesn’t quite click until he finds his thoughts drifting towards you at work, his fingers drumming along the top of his desk so he can stop himself from reaching for his phone. He’s not usually so distracted teaching, and as the hours drag he finds himself glancing towards the clock on the wall, counting down the hours, minutes, until the day is done and they can return home to you.

Shouta can’t pretend for much longer that there isn’t something oddly satisfying watching your belly grow and your breasts swell as your pregnancy goes on. You’re glowing, and soft and beautiful, and he could kid himself and say that it’s just the normal effects of pregnancy, but there’s some part of him that’s strangely proud when your shirt rides up and he catches a glimpse of your baby bump – knowing it’s his child you’re carrying. His and ‘Zashi’s and yours.

And oh, he wishes that it was only pride that burns through his veins at the sight of you, barefoot and pregnant, pottering around the apartment. Hizashi’s the one to hold back your hair and rub your back soothingly when your morning sickness hits, but it’s Shouta who takes care of you when you start complaining about aching muscles and joints.

He tells himself that it’s purely about comfort, namely yours, ignoring the way you flush and stutter when he drags you up the stairs and pushes you gently towards the bed, telling you to lie down on your side. 

It’s just a massage, yet the moment his fingers run along your soft skin and a breathy moan slips from parted lips, the very last vestiges of the facade he’d built up in his head crumble into dust. 

You’re perfection. Bared and beautiful beneath him, making the prettiest noises for him as he works away at your muscles, expertly releasing all of your tension. He’s glad that your eyes are shut and you’re lost to the bliss, you don’t notice the way his breath hitches and becomes rough and heavy, the way his cock twitches in his sweats, blood flowing south as you arc into his touch. 

Such a responsive little thing, aren’t you?

“You’re amazing,” you moan, and though you can’t see that either, Shouta smirks. “Please never stop.”

It’s a good thing he has restraint, because it’s taking absolutely all of his to stop himself from taking more. 

He wants all of you. 

Wants to tease and taste.

Take.

Wants to hear those pretty fucking moans take the shape of his name… Hizashi’s name.

And maybe he might have felt guilty for those perverse thoughts, for the way he wants to tear the rest of your clothes off and fuck you nice and proper, breed you–

If his husband hadn't been standing by the door, watching the two of you for the last ten minutes. Shouta doesn’t need to look to know that it’s not anger or jealousy burning in his gaze.

He knows that his husband’s far from disgusted, knows it from the way Hizashi grabs his wrist on his way back down the hallway, pulling him instead to their bedroom and shoving him back onto the mattress with a wicked grin.

There’s something positively feral in the blonde’s expression as he hovers over him, forcing Shouta back down with a hand splayed across his chest, the other reaching down to his sweats to free his aching, needy cock.

“You’ve been holding out on me, baby,” he sings.

—

They have time.

Your due date is still months away, and you’re comfortable, here with them. 

There’s no reason for you to consider leaving until the baby’s born, and Shouta is adamant about keeping it that way. Hizashi can huff and puff and moan all he likes, he knows that they have to take this thing with you slowly. He won’t risk spooking you and losing any chance they have.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t empathise with the blonde, what with all the affectionate hugs and touches you thoughtlessly bestow, the way you’ll plonk yourself down on the couch between them so they can feel when the baby’s kicking.

Hizashi’s gotten to the stage where he’ll drop to his knees to shower your stomach in kisses when he gets home of an evening before sweeping you up into a hug of your own, his face a mask of perfect innocence when he catches sight of his husband’s less than impressed expression over your shoulder. 

Having you here with them, this little temporary faux family dynamic the three of you have found yourselves in is easy, domestic and nice. It should be enough, but it’s not.

“It’ll be weird, going home after this,” you hum absentmindedly one night.

Preoccupied with the noodles you’re toying with in your bowl, you miss the sharp look shared between both men.

“Whaddya mean, sweetheart?”

If you notice the odd stiffness to the words, you pay it no mind, simply shrugging. “I mean once the baby’s born. I dunno, I think I’ve become too comfortable here freeloading off of the two of you…” you glance up, smiling a little. “Going back to work and finding a place on my own again, starting fresh, it’ll be different, that’s all. Not bad different,” you hasten to clarify at the blonde’s nearly stricken face, “just… different.”

“Well it’s not like we’re gonna be forcing ya out, hun! You’re always welcome to jam with us for as long as you want.”

You shake your head with a rueful little laugh, “We both know I can’t do that. You’ll have the baby to worry about and the last thing I want is to feel like some awkward interloper, always getting in the way – especially after everything you guys have done for me.”

Hizashi’s fingers dig into the meat of his thigh, tightening with every word out of your mouth.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m not saying I’m never going to come around to hang out or anything, but once this baby comes I’m gonna have to figure out what I’m going to do with my life.” Your eyes meet his, wide and hopeful, and Shouta’s reminded once again of just how young you really are. “I can go anywhere, do anything. It’s kind of exciting, don't you think?”

It was a mistake, to think that you’d come around to them on your own. 

You were young and naive, still living out a rose tinted fantasy where the world was your oyster and all you needed to do was reach out and take it. And maybe he’s partially to blame for that, taking your problems and getting rid of them, making you feel safe and comfortable, not realising that that security didn’t extend outside of these four walls, outside of their protection.

They need you, but kitten did you ever stop to think that you need them, too? 

Shouta had made the mistake of forgetting how this all came to be – you hadn’t wanted a family, you were just trying to save your own skin. You still think that you can make it on your own, without them. 

He supposes he shouldn’t blame you for your misplaced idealism, it’s only natural after all. Some people just don’t know what’s best for them.

They need to be shown.

—

You don’t stir as your bedroom door swings open. 

Not as Hizashi pulls back your sheets, groaning softly at the sight of your swollen breasts and precious baby bump, stretching against the confines of your silk pajamas. “Ain’t she a fuckin’ dream, Shou?”

Not as the blonde busies himself in carefully sliding your sleep shorts down your legs, or even as Aizawa gathers up your wrists, pressing a kiss to each one, and binds them to the headboard with his capture weapon.

“Gentle, ‘Zashi,” he murmurs when the blonde crawls up on the bed beside you. “Nothing too rough.”

You wake as long fingers caress your cheek, tilting your face towards him so he can kiss you properly.

Shouta hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but bathed under the soft glow of moonlight from your window, he watches your eyes flutter open, the momentary confusion that flashes across your face followed by realisation, horror, as you try to jerk back and cry out–

Only Hizashi doesn’t give you the opportunity, winding his hand through your tresses and anchoring you against him, forcing your lips open so that he can deepen the kiss and groaning appreciatively when a terrified whimper escapes you. 

You still haven’t noticed Shouta kneeling on the bed between your legs, too preoccupied by Hizashi’s tongue sliding against yours. “Relax, kitten,” he says, laying his palm on your thigh, letting his thumb glide over the smooth skin.

“Let us take care of our cute ‘lil baby mama, yeah songbird?” Hizashi adds, breaking away from the kiss with a lovesick grin.

Tonight is solely about you. Your pleasure, whether they have to tease it from you willingly or not.

Your tears are kissed away, your broken little pleas swallowed under ‘Zashi’s greedy lips as Shouta shuffles down the bed, nudging your thighs further apart so he can lie between them.

The keening cry that leaves you at the first stroke of his tongue against your warm sex is a thing of beauty.

Blood rushes to his cock as you writhe, and he tightens his grip as much as he dares to keep you locked in place as he delves in again. There’s little finesse to the way that Shouta eats your pussy – it’s a simple study of reactions; the way you gasp and shudder when the tip of his tongue circles your clit, the way your pussy clench and quiver around the muscle when he eases it inside of you, massaging your spongy walls.

Never one to be left out, Hizashi decides that there’s a better use of his attention than just your lips. With your arms bound, he’s not able to take your top off entirely so he settles with yanking it down, freeing your breasts.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty. Look atcha!”

Your tits must be tender and aching, because the moment Hizashi’s mouth envelops one of your nipples, sucking at the pert nub, a fresh sob bursts from your lungs and you’re trying desperately to wriggle away.

Hizashi just frowns, breaking away for a second to brush a stray lock of hair back behind your ear, “Ah shit, sorry babe! I’ll be gentle, promise.”

Shouta’s far too preoccupied by the intoxicating taste of your sweet cunt to notice whether he actually does or not, but he trusts him not to push you too far. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

Your baby bump is cute and all, but Shouta wishes that it wasn’t blocking his view of your face – he wants to watch every little expression as he slides two thick fingers into your dripping cunt and your hips buck up to meet him. It’s a twisted kind of pride he feels, pride fused with filthy, maddening pleasure as he pulls a string of choked moans from you with just a few shallow thrusts of his fingers.

His jaw’s slicked with your juices, your cunt sucking his fingers deeper when he turns his attention back to your poor, neglected clit. He can tell that you’re close, not just from the needy whimpers and the way your muscles are tensing beneath him, but the desperate canting of your hips, rocking up against his face even as you beg for relief.

“Shouta, Shouta, please– oh god, please stop, p-please!”

He longs to wrap a fist around his throbbing cock, desperate to help relieve the burning ache deep in his gut as you cum for the first time on his tongue. Or better yet, maybe have Hizashi wrap that perfect mouth of his around his cock and suck him off–

But now’s not the time for him to be greedy. 

Rough fingertips prod at your walls, searching for that hidden little spot that’s gonna make you go wild–

You almost convulse when he finds it, and Shouta can’t help but smirk against your cunt as you tighten and quiver around his digits. With Hizashi playing with your tits, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, Shouta’s lips wrapped around your clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive pearl as he suckles on it and long, thick fingers driving you to madness with each and every stroke, it’s too much for your poor, pregnant, oversensitive body to handle.

You cum with a strangled shriek, and Shouta almost moans at the flood of juices that gush from your trembling cunt onto his waiting tongue. 

“How’s she taste, baby?” Hizashi asks, green eyes blown wide, his own erection straining against his leather pants. 

Shouta doesn’t waste a beat, pushing himself up with one arm and grabbing his husband’s wrist with the other, yanking him into a fierce kiss – letting him taste your honeyed juices on his tongue.

Fingers tangle in dark locks, tugging him closer, and ‘Zashi lets out a low, throaty groan. It’s rough and eager, a slow burning frenzy that makes the blood in his veins sing with excitement. With their lips still locked, the blonde hastily yanks at the zipper on his pants, freeing the painfully hard member with a tight hiss. 

But when he finally does break for air, it’s not Shouta that he addresses, but you, lying spent, crying and breathless between them, beautiful in your fucked out state.

“You can’t expect to put on a show like that and not get me all worked up, sweet thing,” he coos, taking his flushed, throbbing cock in hand and giving it a few slow, cursory pumps. “I’m gonna fuck ya so good, baby – have you singin’ like a little birdie for me,” his eyes meet Shouta’s, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “Nothin’ but the best for our cute ‘lil wife. Whaddya say, songbird? Lemme make you feel all nice and special, yeah?”

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Mistake ~ JJK [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 7K

PAIRING: jungkook x reader,

GENRE: Idol au, Angst, accidental pregnancy, smut (not the smutiest of smut but some smut), jungkook being an asshat

A/N: This came out so...I don’t know how to explain it. I like it! I do! I hope you do too!  🥺🥺🥺

How did it come to this? One minute you were a University student on a foreign exchange program and the next...

The next you were sitting in a hospital waiting room staring around at everyone. Never in a million years would you have thought this could have happened to you. Sitting in the middle of a packed out room trying not to overthink things. There was a chance all of this was a mistake, everyone was late to their periods sometimes but then there were the pregnancy tests. 

All 32 of them sitting in your room back in your apartment. You had to be sure after all. You weren't going to just take one and assume it was correct. All 32 of them coming back as positive only worried you more so you booked the appointment praying that the doctor would tell you that you were wrong.

"Miss Y/l/n?" All eyes turned to look at you as you slowly raised up from your chair. Feeling as though you had sprouted a second head the way everyone kept their eyes trained on you. No one could possibly know that you were there because you thought you were pregnant. It wasn't as though this was just a pregnancy section of the hospital. You were probably just imagining things.

The white lights in the small room you had been taken to were blinding. It felt as though you were under the spotlight or in an interrogation. As you sat in the chair you could feel yourself beginning to sweat under pressure.

"What seems to be the problem?" The female doctor in front of you asked. She was wearing a white coat and sitting in front of her computer, looking as though she was fed up with her day before it had even begun. 

You glanced around her room trying to figure out where to start with what you were there for. It was a simple answer. I think I'm pregnant. But how could you think? The tests were pretty accurate and so were the signs. You'd missed your period, your mood changed, cramps, you always had to pee and your breasts felt as though they had been in 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.

"I think I'm pregnant," You mumbled as you looked at the doctor. Saying nothing she walked to the other side of the room to grab a small cup for you. 

"Go take a urine sample for me and walk straight back in here, we'll take some blood too." She came across as cold as she looked at you. She probably thought less of you, someone who had come to Seoul and got knocked up. But it wasn't as if you had planned on this happening.

"You were right, definitely pregnant." She said as she laid out the test on the side for you. Two stripes on the small paper for the urine test and your blood came back positive within a few minutes. Normally when people found out that they were pregnant they were over the moon. But how could you be?  

"Would you like us to contact the father?" The father. That was where the issue lied. You'd been none stop calling him since you took the first test but you never got an answer from him. Calls would go unanswered, Messages would be left unread. All you wanted was for him to at least acknowledge that you were trying to get in contact with him. Not that you ever wanted to. He was an asshole to you but you knew you could never be able to do this alone.

Whenever you thought about the father your mind would go straight back to the night it happened.

Cramped into a crowded club with people screaming to talk with one another, music blasting out of the speakers and large lights were flashing everywhere. It was hard to see anything as you tried to make your way to the bar, the main lights were off and the only thing true lighting the way were some small white lights along the floor. All you wanted was some water before you could find your roommates. Your roommates had dragged you out clubbing for the night to celebrate the end of a test you all had taken a part in and now they were missing. Making off with the only apartment key there was leaving you alone.

"Can I get a glass of water please?" You yelled out but the bartender ignored you as she began flirting with someone standing right beside you. It was obvious she didn't want to do her job, not that you blamed her. The guy beside you was incredibly good looking. Dressed in a blue silk shirt and some black jeans, he looked expensive from his haircut to his tattoos. 

It looked as though he enjoyed the attention he was getting from her though as he continued to flirt back with her but you needed some water. You needed to at least try and keep your head straight.

"Excuse me?" You asked the bartender who gave you the side-eye, excusing herself from lover-boy as she walked to stand in front of you. Raising her eyebrow and waiting for you to speak.

"Can I have a glass of water please?" Rolling her eyes at you she began putting ice into a cup, pouring water and leaving you to go back to the boy. Who seemed to have suddenly lost interest in her altogether. His eyes lingering on you as he took in what you were wearing. A white long-sleeved shirt with a suspender plaid skirt, looked quite cute on you as you sipped your water. His mind instantly wandered to what someone like you was doing in a club like this. A club designed so that people would go home together for one night stands, the place he frequented because it was easy pickings for him.

"Hi," You turned to look beside you, a little shocked that someone was speaking to you. The boy the bartender had been flirting with was smiling at you, inching himself a little closer as he sat on the stool beside you.

"Hello," You smiled before going back to scanning the crowds of people. Your roommates were somewhere in there dancing and having the time of their lives while you were left behind, you just wanted to go home. It was getting late and you were tired from the test and dancing.

"I'm Jk," He told you as he held out his hand for you to shake. Glancing at his hand and to his face, you nodded deciding to play nice and introduce yourself back to him. 

"Y/n." Your eyes immediately went back to the crowd which only seemed to make Jungkook like you more, he took it as you playing hard to get.

"Do you want to go and dance?" He questioned in your ear making you shiver and move away from him a little. Personal space was something you valued a lot.

"No, I'm just looking for my roommates. They ditched me and they have the only key." You explained, your eyes never once leaving the crowds. It was going to be easy spotting them, the two of them were in bright pink matching outfits, insisting that it would look great in the club.

"Oh shit, want me to help you find them? I bet it'll be easier with two sets of eyes." Jungkook stood up from his chair as he began looking around the room even though he had no idea who he was looking for just yet.

"That's true, here-" Pulling out your phone you showed him the lock screen of you and your roommates to help you look for them.

"I'm sorry it was a total bust, I mean you can stay here until the morning." Jungkook had insisted on taking you back to his apartment to get you something to eat and some warmer clothes since it was starting to get cold out in the streets. 

"Thanks, I'll just nap on the sofa." You said right before the doors to his elevator to his apartment opened. Your mouth dropped to the floor as you stared around at everything. 

This place was huge. Walking into the apartment you stared around at everything. As soon as you stepped inside it was an open floor plan. The living room was directly in front of some large floor to ceiling windows that looked out at Seoul. Then the kitchen was right beside the entrance. White marble countertops, grey cupboards and a hidden fridge. The entire apartment was larger than your common room in the dorms.

"I would just feel awful about making you stay on the sofa," He shook his head at you. His mother raised him better than that. 

"I'll take the sofa,"

"But this is your apartment." He smirked to himself as his back was turned to you. Turning on the oven and boiling some water, 

"How about we eat some ramen and then we can talk about it?"

Your hands gripped onto the counter as Jungkook slammed in and out of your roughly, your eyes almost rolling back as you cried out his name. Turning to look over your shoulder at him you smirked looking at the state he was in. He was sweating as he pounded into you from behind, moans mumbling out of his lips as he continued to dig his hands into your hips. Dick hitting that one spot that made your legs shake and your eyes roll back. 

"S-Shit! Right there." You cried out as he continued to fuck into you. You had no idea how it had come to be here. Jungkook fucking into you relentlessly as you cried out his name. The two of you had been sitting on the sofa one minute and the next he had you bent over the back of the couch, against the kitchen counter. You'd lost count of how many times you'd come around his cock alone. The familiar feeling of tightening began to grow inside of you as your breathing began to get erratic.

"Don't stop." You begged him as you reached down between your legs to start rubbing your clit mercilessly. Jungkook grunted as he continued to fuck into you. His hand taking over yours to rub your clit to match his hip movements. Your hips bucked back against him as you moaned out his name.

"You're so fucking tight," He moaned out, hands digging into your hips as he continued to fuck himself into you. Biting down on your shoulder as he moans out your name just a little.

Jungkook smirked as you pressed yourself against the window. The glass beginning to fog up as he fucked you against it. The two of you completely forgot what you were even doing in his apartment in the first place. 

One more orgasm and you were going to be on the floor as a shaking mess. Jungkook had his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you propped up not wanting this to end so quickly. You'd been the best lay he had had in a while and he wasn't willing to let it be over so quickly.

"So good, taking me so well like this," He chuckled as he continued to roughly pound into you, kissing up and down your neck. 

The familiar sensation of his approaching orgasm hitting him, he'd been fighting it back since the moment he'd begun fucking you. You had no idea if you were ever going to be able to stop, it was addicting having him inside of you like this. He felt so good and it felt as though there was something there for you. 

"J-JK!" You screamed out as he began to hit a little quicker, chasing after his own finish as he kept you pressed against the window. The faster he moved the faster he knew he was going to cum but he needed it, he needed to cum into you and feel himself fill you up.

Both your moans filling the apartment as he continued to roughly fuck into you. Your hand slammed against the window as you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation you were beginning to feel.

"C-Cumming!" You cried out, eyes scrunching together as your body spasmed, legs shaking as you clenched around him over and over again. It never felt like it was going to end as you continued to clench.

"U-Ugh fuck yes." Jungkook pushed your whole body against the window as he emptied himself inside of you. Holding himself deep inside of you as he kissed the back of your neck. Neither of you daring to move. If he let go of you, you knew your legs would give out and you'd be on the floor in seconds.

Waking up the next morning you felt as though you were never going to be able to walk again. Your whole core ached and you were dressed in a hoodie and some sweats that weren't yours. Images of your night with JK came back to you and you couldn't help but smile at them. It felt as though there was something really there for you and you couldn't wait to do that all over again. 

Rolling over ready to wake JK up with a surprise you frowned finding the bed completely empty. Your clothes were in a bag on a chair beside the bed. You wondered where JK could have been when you heard noises coming from the kitchen so you threw yourself out of the bed to go and see. 

Jungkook was standing in the kitchen making breakfast and dancing around, smiling to himself as he sang along to the music on the radio. 

"Morning," You breathed out happily as you watched him, fuck he was even prettier in the morning light. JK looked over at you and frowned wondering why you were still standing there and hadn't left yet. 

"What are you doing here?" He frowned looking over at you as he flipped his bacon over in the pan.

"I thought you wanted me to stay over..."

"Yeah, now I want you to leave," He laughed as he looked at you up and down judging you for standing there as if he would want to do all of that again.

"But last night-"

"Was a one night stand. Get over yourself...What did you think was going to happen?" He laughed looking at you as you pulled the hoodie around you tighter feeling embarrassed and ashamed for thinking that there could have been something there. 

"Oh you can keep that, I give it to all the girls that come over here, I have a bunch of the same one." You began to feel sick, staring at him as he passed you off as nothing more than something he had stepped in. 

"Seriously...Leave before I have to call security." Grabbing the bag of clothes from the bedroom you began heading for the exact, listening to Jungkook laugh as you walked out on him.

"I just have a number but I can't get through to it," You mumbled taking out a piece of napkin from that night. JK had given it to you when you went to look in separate parts of the club.

"We'll try and contact him and let him know what's happening. In the meantime you need to be careful, you're only in the first month of your pregnancy so make sure you're taking care of yourself." Nodding at the doctor you began to stand up from the seat, wanting nothing more than to head back to the dorms and cry about all of this.

You could say goodbye to your University course, they had no help with child care and they didn't allow children in the dorms. You needed to find an apartment and fast. At least if you had your own place you could find your own childcare and continue with the course. You hoped.

A month had passed since seeing the doctor and they finally told you that they had managed to get in contact with the father. Neglecting to inform you that the father was clear someone of high importance. A car had come to pick you up from your apartment and take you to a meeting with someone, instead of JK. 

"Are you Miss Y/l/n?" A female voice asked as you looked up from your phone. Standing there was a beautiful tall blonde wearing an all-black outfit as she held out a tray. 

"Sejin sends his apologies and promises you can go inside soon." Taking a glass of water she was holding out for you, you wondered how many times she had to do this. How many times she had to sit and be nice to someone one of her co-workers had knocked someone up.

"Thank you," Your voice cracked a little as you did your best not to cry in front of her. You'd been a crying mess for the last two weeks, going from one extreme to the other. Your roommates were beginning to catch on to what was happening. They'd heard you throwing up at stupid hours of the day and see the amount you had begun to eat.

"Can we get you something to eat? Drink?" Sejin asked as he pulled you a chair for you in a conference room. The guy you slept with must have been really important if they were pulling all the stops out like this. It made you wonder how they had gotten involved when the doctor had been calling JK's number. 

"No, No I'm okay thank you...Is JK going to be here?" Sejin stared at you as he frowned. That was the name Jungkook had given to you? It wasn't very creative. At least when he gave names to other girls he would call himself something else, not use his initials. 

"No, it's just me, you and the main boss." You nodded at him before looking down at the table in front of you. It felt awkward to be sitting there waiting for someone to come down and discuss your pregnancy. Someone who had nothing to do with the pregnancy in the first place that was.

"Ah you must be Miss Y/l/n, I wish I could say it was lovely to meet you." A voice boomed out as the doors to the conference room opened. Standing up you bowed to the man who had entered and he waved his hand to dismiss you. 

"Please, we're all friends here. I'm Bang PD." He sat down and smiled at you. Not the kind of smile that was reassuring in times like this but the smile that scared you. It felt as though there was some kind of hidden meaning behind all of this. 

"How about we cut right to the chase, no use beating around the bush." He laughed loudly making Sejin laugh forcibly as he sat down on a chair beside you.

"We know what you want so we have it, Sejin." He barked as an envelope was slid in front of you. Your name was written across the front in fancy writing but you frowned at the sight of it. 

"I just wanted to have some help from JK."

"JK? Is that what he went with? How incredibly creative," Bang PD uttered sarcastically as you frowned looking from him to Sejin. 

"I think you'll find the amount written inside of there is enough to help you." Pulling it open you almost fell out of your chair seeing the number that was written on a piece of paper. 

"We can have it sent to you right away and there will be no questions asked. Just never speak to JK again," The man explained as he watched the way your face contorted,

"Sir this-"

"Isn't enough? I can higher it if you like?" He questioned as he got up from his chair. Walking around with his hands tucked behind his back, your eyes trained onto him the entire time. 

"No...I don't want your money..." You slid the paper away from you as you watched him walk toward the window. Keeping his back to you as he looked out at the view. 

"I want some help from the father...I can't raise a baby on my own." You explained as you watched the way Sejin bit down on his lip. 

"You want the father to be in the babies life?" Bang PD questioned, he sounded completely shocked as if it was something so out of the world that you had asked that. 

"Yes. I can't raise a baby alone...I don't even live here, I just came for my studies." You began to feel angry as they tried to pass you a large sum of money to make you go away. 

"Do you have any idea who he is?" You frowned at the question. The way that they were acting had to have meant he was a big deal. 

"No. I just met him in a club, we went to his apartment-"

"Apartment!? He has his own apartment now?!" Bang PD screamed at Sejin who seemed to flinch a little at the idea of it while you seemed to grow more in confusion. Why wouldn't he have his own apartment? 

"Bring him in here. I have plans for him." Bang PD sat back down at the desk and looked at you. There was suddenly a switch in personality. Instead of being the strict and shouting man, he was with Sejin he was coming across as calm with you.

"There are some things you need to understand." You frowned before nodding at him. Inching your chair closer to the desk as you waited for him to explain everything that was going on.

JK. Or as you now knew him as Jungkook walked into the room with a smirk on his lips. 

"What did you want to speak to me about?" You stared over at him as he didn't even glance in your direction. The person you had gone home with was completely different from the person he was. Jeon Jungkook. A famous Idol that was in a band and lived a very important life. Bang PD had explained that Jungkook shouldn't have even been out that night and that the apartment he had taken you to wasn't even his own and if it was it would be soon taken away from him. You didn't know much about the idol life but you knew how strict it was, how strict some companies were with their workers.

"Jungkook, do you remember Y/n?" The smile that Jungkook had been displaying quickly faded when he turned to see you sitting there. 

"By the look on your face, I am going to assume that to be a yes," Bang PD laughed forcing Jungkook to sit down by putting pressure on his shoulder and looking between you and him. 

"Well, congratulations Jungkook you're a soon to be a father." Jungkook laughed while looking at Bang PD, shaking his head and hitting his hand against the older man's arm. 

"That's a good one, what did she want? Money to keep her mouth shut?" Bang PD said nothing as he slid the papers over to Jungkook proving that you were in fact pregnant and the colour seemed to be drained from Jungkook's face. Staring at the piece of paper, reading and re-reading it over and over again as he looked from the paper to you.

"I want a DNA test, there's no way...She was all over everyone at the club!" That was a barefaced lie but you looked to Band PD who simply stared at the younger man. 

"Maybe this will be a learning experience for you. No more parties, no more drinking, no more girls. You're going to be a father to this child." You felt as though you were in the middle of the school principles office watching another child be scolded for something.

"You will help raise this baby and you will do it properly. Do I make myself clear?" The voice felt as though it was going to shake the room and Jungkook nodded his head. 

"Yes Sir," Bang PD lowered himself back down into a chair and looked at you.

"We will be wanting a paternal test, you're almost 8 weeks is that correct?" He began writing things down on some paper. Writing down the tests he wanted to run, what the rules for Jungkook were going to be.

"Yes Sir," You answered as you remembered the doctor's appointment you had with the female doctor and how she was scheduling you in for a few more soon.

"That means your scan should be soon. We'll come along to make sure that we can get a DNA test done. Set a few minds at ease. In the meantime, this information goes nowhere...Neither of you is involved with one another in the public eye." Standing up he began to walk towards the door. 

"I'll go and draw up some NDA's and you will be free to speak it all out.," With that, he left the room and Jungkook stared at you from across the table. 

"How did you find out?" You looked over at him, 

"I took tests when I missed my period-"

"Don't play fucking dumb. How did you find out who I was and where I worked?" He cut you off not wanting to waste his time on something so stupid. There was no way the child was his, he was always careful whenever he slept with someone. Always made sure they were on the pill or that he used protection with them. 

"I didn't, the doctor called the number you left for me." Rolling his eyes he stared at you, looking you up and down as if he was judging you for coming to his workplace.

"You're only here for the money." You scoffed at him. It was unbelievable to you as to why you had slept with him in the first place when he acted like this. His whole attitude made you want to reach across and slap him up the side of the head.

"You mean the money I didn't take...I don't want money I want help raising a child." You argued back at him. 

"I thought you were too easy of a lay, I never should have fucked you. You've been nothing but a pain since." He grumbled as he looked over at you. Feeling nothing but resentment as he realised everything he was going to lose because he'd made one mistake.

"Trust me, if I'd have known how much of an entitled asshat you are I never would have slept with you either." You snapped at him pouring yourself a glass of water. The longer you sat there the sicker you began to feel because of the morning sickness and the sight of him alone.

"Signed and dated. Both of you will make terrific parents." Sejin said as he tried to make everything seem as though it was fine. That this wasn't being forced down upon Jungkook but you knew he didn't want to be there. Which only made you happier with it. If Jungkook was miserable it made you happy. If he was going to be an arse to you, you could return the favour back to him.

"We will see you at the next appointment," Sejin explained as he began to walk you out of the conference room. Holding your bag for you as you put on a jacket. 

"See you then," You smiled weakly as he escorted you towards a set of elevators. 

Months seemed to fly by through the pregnancy. Jungkook was worse than you had imagined. Refused to go to any of the scans, refused to even acknowledge that the baby growing inside of you was his. The boys all knew Bang PD had sat them down and explained what was going on and they seemed more excited than Jungkook. 

For you, things seemed to get worse. University was in the middle of kicking you out of your accommodation. Your roommates wanted nothing more to do with you now that they knew you were with child and refusing to tell them who the father was. Jungkook was nothing but mean to you whenever he was forced to be around you for longer than ten minutes at a time. It would be insult after insult about how he never wanted to have a child in the first place and now he was being forced into it.

"You're nothing to me, you know that right. As soon as that thing is born it will mean nothing to me." Jungkook hissed as you sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Bang PD had practically forced Jungkook there himself by sending him with a team of security and his manager. 

"This is all one big mistake and I'm never going to let you forget it," Humming at him you continued to read the magazine that was in front of you. Not listening to a word he said. You'd learnt to tune most of what he told you out as the months went by. 

"I can't believe they're forcing me into this. The baby is going to know I hate it when it grows up." You took in a deep breath. Ignoring the hormones that were beginning to make you feel angrier than usual toward Jungkook.

"I never wanted this. This is fucking stupid." That was it. You'd had enough.

"You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to get knocked up by someone who clearly loves himself too much to love anything else around him?!" You finally yelled out, ignoring the looks you were getting from the security men beside you. You were about ready to pop, 8 months pregnant and sleeping from house-sits to house sits because you couldn't find an apartment willing to take someone like you. Someone heavily pregnant without a stable enough income for them to rely on for rent. 

"You think you're the only one with problems?!" You got up when you heard your name being called out, Jungkook stared at you. 

"Try being homeless, 8 months pregnant with a guy who doesn't want anything to do with you and makes it clear that he hates you." You spat at him shaking your head as tears began to rush down your cheeks. 

"Do whatever the fuck you want. Be here or don't be here, I don't care anymore." You hissed at him as you began to walk down towards the ultrasound room. Sejin stared at Jungkook as he watched after you.

This whole time he had been doing his best to make you hate him. Make you hate him enough so that you would leave and never speak about this again but now he felt guilty.

Rushing into the room Jungkook sat down on the chair beside the bed you were sitting on. 

"You're homeless?" 

"What do you care?" You mumbled to him as you kept your eyes on the screen. All you wanted to do was check your little baby was okay before heading back to find an apartment. Sejin had been kind enough to rent you a hotel room for the last two nights but you couldn't continue to let him do that for you.

"Do you know what you're expecting?" A nurse questioned as she began to apply the cold gel to your stomach, you whimpered a little at the feeling. 

"No. I don't want to know," You admitted as you kept your eyes on the screen. Jungkook was about to open his mouth to say he did when a heartbeat began to play through the speaker beside the bed. 

"What's that?" He whispered as he listened to everything. 

"That would be the baby's heartbeat, nice and healthy." The nurse explained as she began typing, pointing at the baby on the screen and smiling. 

"Your little one is right here, sitting comfortably." She began taking photos. You had a million of them in a bag back at the hotel room. Keeping every memory of the little one whenever you could. 

"You'll begin to feel the little one move around more soon, they'll be getting ready to turn and come out." Jungkook drowned out the talk as he stared at the screen. The small blob that was his baby moving around and making his chest swell the longer that he stared at it. This was no longer something he could just ignore. There was his child growing inside of you. Developing its own mind. Growing cells and becoming a mini person.

Jungkook said nothing as the two of you came out of the ultrasound room. All he did was take a copy of the scan and head home. Saying nothing to Sejin who questioned why he was acting so weird. The boys watched as he walked straight to his room without uttering a word to any of them. They'd all stopped asking if there was any news on the baby. They were tired of being screamed at about it by Jungkook.

After another month of staying inside of hotels and you were scared you were going to deliver in the middle of a hotel room. The thought terrified you. Delivering a baby alone with no one around you. But that morning you had woken up to a text from Sejin with an address attached to it along with a message asking you to meet him there as soon as you were awake so you did. Sejin had been helping you hunt for an apartment willing to take you so you assumed that this was all it was. 

"Sejin I don't see how I'm supposed to afford a place like this." You mumbled as you walked out of an elevator and into a living room. This place was bigger than the apartment Jungkook had taken you back to the first time you met him. Your feet were killing you as you held your hand over your stomach. Doing this whilst nine months pregnant was not your idea of a fun time.

"You won't," Sejin told you as he looked around for the boys. Namjoon was the first one to come rushing over to you, making you squeal when he suddenly touched your bump. 

"Hi. Sorry, I'm Namjoon." You looked at him and smiled weakly, looking to Sejin for help who smiled down at you. 

"These are Jungkook's band members," Sejin explained as Namjoon and Jimin began to lead you toward a sofa. Sitting you down and smiling at you. They were smiling at you so much it was starting to freak you out a little, 

"We've been dying to meet you," Yoongi told you as he bought over a mug of hot chocolate and set it down in front of you. They were all being so nice which wasn't something you had been expecting as you watched them all. You figured they were all going to be as nasty and Jungkook had been about the pregnancy. 

"What...I don't mean to be rude but what am I doing here?" You questioned looking over each of them before looking at Sejin who seemed to smile bigger than you had ever seen him smile before. 

"Boys, would you like to help her." 

Walking you toward a room on the second floor you frowned when the door was pushed open. Inside of the room was a whole nursery decorated perfectly, green walls with yellow and green items around the room. 

"You guys didn't have to do this," You whispered as you walked into the room running your hand over the crib the baby would sleep in. 

"We didn't," Taehyung admitted as he watched you slowly turning to look at all of them again.

"Then-"

"I did," Jungkook's voice filled the room and you turned around to see him standing by a second door in the room. 

"I realised after the last scan how much of a cunt I was being," He carefully eased you down into the rocking chair in the room and you kept your eyes trained on him. This wasn't the Jungkook you had known for the last 10 months. This had to be some kind of twin.

"Realising that I was going to be a dad really helped me shake out of that phase in my life...It's no excuse but I was like that because I didn't have a chance to be like that before." You stared at him as the rest of the boys left you alone to speak everything out.

"You think a nursery will make up for it?"

"No. I think giving you somewhere to live, helping you raise our child will at least start to make up for it." You watched him as he took out the scan he had taken home the last time you saw him. 

"I realised that all of this isn't some kind of cruel punishment...I accepted it as a sign to grow up and take responsibility for everything." Your body lurched forward as you felt a pain begin to radiate in your stomach, whimpering out as you gripped onto the chair.

"It's not funny, I was being serious." Jungkook sounded hurt as he thought you were laughing at what he was saying. It wasn't until you looked up at him and he saw tears streaming down your cheeks he knew there was something wrong. 

"What's going on?" He panicked as you began sobbing and rubbing your bump. Droplets of water hitting the floor below the chair as your water broke. 

"I'm-" Taking in deep breathes as all of the birthing classes had told you, you looked at him. 

"I'm in labour, I need to go." You panted as you got up from the chair. Braxton hickes had been nothing compared to what you were feeling right now. 

"We...We need to go." He reminded you as Jungkook linked your arm with his own. You stared at him as he picked up a bag from beside the door, 

"What's that?" You cried out as another pain rushed through you, spreading up your back as you felt as though you had been hit by a car.

"The go bag...I was reading up on things. I have clothes in there, for you and the baby," He explained as he began to help you walk towards the elevator, calling Namjoon as he got inside. 

"Push!" Jungkook yelled as you sat with your legs propped up on the bed, pushing as hard as you could as you screamed out, 

"I don't see you doing this!" You screamed back at him as you shook your head. Sweat pooling down your head as you whimpered, 

"Here," Jungkook pushed pillows out from behind you and climbed onto the bed. Legs on either side of your body as he held onto you.

"We can do this together," He whispered as he held onto you, your mind in a spin as you cried. Tears streaming as the doctor below you told you to push again. Your hand gripped onto Jungkook's as you pushed, gripping him tightly as you pushed. 

"F-Fuck, that hurts." He whispered as you pushed once again. Holding him the entire time as you pushed. 

"Stop," The doctor whispered as she began to make sure everything was going well, 

"I can see the head." She announced as she looked up at you and Jungkook together. Your head resting on his chest as you got ready to push once again.

Smiling to yourself you watched as Jungkook bounced your small baby up and down in his arms. She was wrapped in blankets as she slept soundly. 

"She's got your face," You whispered as he walked back over to your side of the bed, sitting down on the chair and looking at you and then to the baby. 

"She's got your nose," He whispered back as he looked at the sleeping child. Wondering how he could have ever said what he said about not loving her. She was perfect. 

"I'm sorry I was awful to your mum." He whispered as he looked from the baby to you again. Too tired to sit up as you smiled weakly at him,

"We forgive you," You told him as you smiled at him holding your daughter. 

"I'll never stop making up for it," He told you as he got up to put your daughter down into her crib in the hospital. 

"Never?"

"Never," He chuckled sitting down again in the chair as you looked at him, smiling a little more as you began to realise just how sorry he truly was about all of this. 

"We'll find a place for you, me and the baby but for now I think the dorms are a good place. The boys will help whenever we need them." He explained as he began to take out his phone. The boys wanted to know when they could come and see your kid and he knew now would be great while she slept. 

"For all three of us?" You questioned, wincing as you sat up in the bed and turned to look at him. 

"Yes...I mean, I want to be a part of my daughter's life...If that's okay?" Nodding at him you smiled before laying your head back on the pillows. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One Year Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone sang Happy Birthday to your little girl while Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist. The three of you had begun living in the apartment Jungkook took you home to and a relationship bloomed. Maybe it was being forced to be around one another for so long or the fact that you had a child together but there was something there. Jungkook asked you out not long after moving into your own place and the two of you were in a rocky relationship. There were still fights and arguments about the way he had treated you but you were working through them. Working through everything for the sake of your daughter. Who was covered in the cake as she smushed her face into the cake Jin had made for her. All of the boys were like uncles to her, whenever you needed time away for a test or Jungkook was working one of them would offer a helping hand. It was like she had a whole family. 

Tagline: @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @rjsmochii @taestannie @sweeneyblue1 @jin-from-the-block @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @taeechwitaa​ @justbangtanthingz​ @stillwithlix​ 

[helliontherapscallion]

Adrenaline Junkie

Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12��    Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Ages (oldest to youngest):

Philza- 32

Technoblade- 17 

Wilbur- 17

(Y/N)- 16

Tommy- 14

Pairing: platonic!sbi x winged!sibling!reader

Warnings: near death experiences, mentions of depression, OOC sbi (this is my first time writing about them)

Summary: Philza finds out about your little “habit”

Word count: 1,962

You grinned as you flew through the air with your feathers glinting in the low sunlight. You absolutely loved the feeling of freedom you got whenever you flew. It always gave you a sense of calm when you needed a break from your family. You loved them of course, but you needed a break once and a while; you often felt drained if you didn’t take some time to yourself. The cold air rushed past you as you continued to flap your wings to keep you in the air. 

You could not see the ground below you as you soared higher into the clouds, weaving in and out of them. Flying higher, you steadied yourself to look at the sunset. The mixture of pinks, oranges, and yellows blended together perfectly. You always loved the sunset, it was one of the only consistent things in your life. You wished that you could stay hovering hundreds of feet above the ground, but mobs were going to be spawning soon. The last time you stayed out past sunset you had almost gotten killed by a skeleton. Your dad had given you quite the lecture after he made sure that you were alright. You still had the scars on your arms from when it tried to shoot you out of the air.

You angled yourself so you were upside down, put your arms tight to your sides, and extended your wings fully behind you. You dove closer and closer to the earth, quickly picking up speed. The wind whipped around you as you gained velocity, getting closer and closer to the ground by the millisecond. At the last second, you fully extended your wings and drastically slowed your descent to the ground. The extra velocity you had made you soar up once again before you regained control and landed safely on the ground. The adrenaline that the skydive gave you was the most exhilarating feeling you’ve ever felt, and you were always craving it. Your dad didn’t find it as fun or exhilarating as you did.

“(Y/N) (M/N) MINECRAFT.”

Your father’s voice boomed from behind you. You could tell that he was in a lecturing mood without even having to look at him. He grabbed your arm and spun you around. Grabbing your other arm, he looked you up and down with worried blue eyes. After seeing that you were alright, his gaze hardened and he took a deep breath.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

He rattled on and on about how you could’ve killed yourself, but quite frankly you didn’t care if you died or got hurt. In your opinion, the adrenaline you got was worth it. You had three lives you could spend, and if you did die, you wanted to go out with a bang all three times. What could you say? You were an adrenaline junkie through and through. 

He started to drag you inside the house mid lecture. Swinging open the door, he pulled you towards the kitchen, where the scent of fresh mushroom stew wafted from the pot on the stove. Your brothers looked at you each with their own different reactions. Techno looked as stoic as ever, Wilbur eyed you with slight disapproval, and Tommy looked at you with awe and excitement. They must’ve seen your little trick through the window. 

“(Y/N) THAT WAS POGGERS! YOU WERE SUCH A BADA-”

Tommy’s excited rant was cut short as he saw the stern look on Philza’s face. After a few moments of hesitation, your brothers were making small talk with each other with Philza occasionally chiming in. Poking idly at your food, you contemplated how you should go about apologizing to your dad. 

You supposed that the best route you could go was telling him that you wouldn’t do that again, but you knew you would do it again. That was the biggest adrenaline rush you’ve ever gotten and you were already craving it again. You couldn’t lie to your dad, your wings always gave you away by twitching uncomfortably whenever you lied. On the other hand, telling him that you felt empty when you didn’t have adrenaline coursing through your veins was not an option. He already has enough to worry about with working to provide for four teenagers. Deciding that your best bet was to lie to him and hope for the best, you zoned back into the conversation around you. Tommy was ranting about how he had broken his favorite sword dueling Techno.

“-do you have any idea how long it took me to find that enchantment, Techno?”

Techno huffed slightly in amusement. “Actually I do because I helped you find that enchantment. We found it in the village together, remember?”

“Tommy,” Philza said tiredly, “we can get you another enchanted sword. Techno, you need to be more gentle with your little brother. You have to remember he’s three years younger than you, so he has less experience in dueling.”

Tommy grumbled to himself, busying himself with shoveling food in his mouth. Wilbur glanced at him with disgust.

“Do you have to eat like that, Tommy? It’s disgusting.”

“Well, Wilbur, it’s not my fault I’m hungry.”

“You’re eating like we don’t feed you.”

You usually enjoyed it whenever your siblings argue back and forth like this, but lately it didn’t make you feel anything. You didn’t feel much anymore if you weren’t pulling off impulsive stunts. Of course, you hid it from your family and acted like you did before. It was relatively easy since you were naturally a quiet person. You thought you were doing a great job at it, you pride yourself on your acting skills.

Dinner went by fast without anything notable happening. Since it was your night to clean up, you got to work after everyone parted ways for the night. You stacked the dishes left on the dinner table and got to work washing them. Luckily, since you lived with three teenage boys, you never had to deal with leftovers. You subconsciously stretched and twitched your wings, feeling restless without feeling the wind moving through your feathers. After you got done with putting the dishes away, you took a deep breath and set out on your search for Philza. 

Walking into the living room, you saw Techno sitting near the fireplace reading one of his mythology books. “Hey, Tech. Do you know where Dad is? I need to talk to him.”

Without looking up from his book, he responded in his usual monotone voice. “Yeah, he’s up in his room. I think he’s going to bed early.” He paused for a second before looking up at you with sincerity. “You know, he was terrified when he saw you earlier. He thought that you weren’t gonna stop yourself in time. Hell, we all thought you were gonna die.”

That made you feel guilty. He already had to deal with providing and raising you four and he didn’t need anything else to worry about. You felt your wings droop slightly as you sighed. 

“...Thanks, T. G’night, love you.”

You started to speed walk to Philza’s room without giving him time to respond. You needed to apologize to him and fast. Out of all your siblings, you were always the one to hate conflict and would always apologize first whenever you got into a disagreement with anyone. You were always the pacifist. 

Walking past Tommy in the hallway, he tried to stop you to talk to you, but you ignored him with a dismissive wave of your wing. You heard him mumbling to himself as he started to walk down the stairs, probably to challenge Techno to a rematch. You nervously fluttered your wings, feathers occasionally brushing against the walls and causing you to shiver slightly at the small touch. Your hands were shaking slightly as you took a steadying deep breath and knocked on Philza’s door. Hearing his tired “come in”, you slowly opened his door. He situated himself so that he was sitting on the edge of his bed and gestured for you to sit next to him.

“Hey, Dad. I-I just wanted to say sorry for worrying you earlier. If I knew that it would stress you out, I wouldn’t have done it.” You sat next to him.

He sighed as he wrapped an arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “I don’t care if it stressed me out. You could’ve gotten killed from a fall at that height. You could have lost a life. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t open your wings in time.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Then why’d you do it if you knew that you could’ve gotten yourself killed? I just want to understand why you would pull a stunt like that, I’d never expect you out of all of your siblings to do something so dangerous.”

You took a deep breath as you contemplated your next words. You really wanted to tell him about how you felt empty without putting yourself in danger. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t feel like yourself anymore. Unconsciously, your wings started to twitch and pull themselves closer to your body. 

You jumped when you felt something else wrap around you. You looked back and saw black feathers. Looking back up at your father, he looked at you with a concerned expression. 

“Take a deep breath, you’re shaking hun.”

You looked down at your hands and to your surprise, they were shaking. You took a few deep breaths and clasped your hands together tightly while Philza rubbed comforting circles on your back. 

“...It’s just that, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately, if that makes any sense. It’s like I can’t feel anything anymore without doing stupid things that could get me killed. It wasn’t the first time I’ve dived like that. One time I lost control and almost flew into lava-filled ravine.”

“...How long have you felt like this?”

“A few months now.”

Philza felt his heart break, how did he not notice that you were different for months? You could’ve gotten yourself hurt or permanently maimed yourself and it would’ve been his fault because he didn’t notice your mood shift. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s not your fault, Dad. I didn’t tell you anything was wrong. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“We can help you find something that’ll help you. Something less dangerous.”

“We?”

“Your brothers and I. They’ve been listening this entire time, weren’t you, boys?”

You heard shuffling and muffled voices arguing with each other before the door opened to reveal your sheepish brothers. Wordlessly, they all filed into the room. Tommy grabbed your shoulders and yanked you into a tight hug. You felt Wilbur hug your other side before he pulled Techno into the group hug also. You felt feathers tickle your cheek as Philza joined, wrapping his giant wings around you all. The family hasn’t had a group hug since you all started to hit your teenage years. For the first time in a while, you felt happy without risking your life.

After that night, you were right in your assumption that you’d be grounded (literally and metaphorically) from flying for a while while your family worked hard to find something safe that gave you a distraction. Soon, Wilbur found a book about the intricacies of redstone working and you were hooked. Sure, your family was rambunctious and a strange group, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[pan-ick]

Golden Child Pt. 1

I literally can't remember where I found it but I read a headcannon for an angsty SBI +Reader and I loved it so much that I had to write something similar to it but I think I might have forgotten to like it, so if you know what the original is please tell me so I can credit them I was partially inspired by@helliontherapscallion's "Adrenaline Junkie" series, simply for the fact that because of them i haven't stopped thinking of inventor reader. Also let's just pretend that uh my human biology degree isn't going to waste by me writing blindness incorrectly ha ha. This is a purely fictional way that blindness works.

(REMINDER YOU IDIOT, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS STORY: Wilbur is 26, Techno is 20, Tommy is 16, Phil is 32, SO READER IS 22, GET IT RIGHT AND STOP MESSING UP)

As soon as Y/N's wings started developing, they were instantly the favorite child. Philza still showed his love to Wilbur, but nowhere near as much as he did to his winged child. If he had to choose between spending time with them or Wilbur, he'd pick them in a heartbeat. Wilbur was usually upset when this happened, but he had gotten used to it and had learned ways to cope with it.

This was until Techno showed up. On their doorstep. Next to a freezing Philza who had sacrificed most his warmth to the young piglin. Wilbur had his thoughts on this, yhough he kept them to himself. But Y/N couldn't be happier! This meant a new friend, AND they were right when they said that Phil was just a nice person, there wasn't a favorite child! Right?

They quickly realized that Techno wasn't their friend, as the first interaction they had together was them getting a claw to the face by the piglin. Philza just simply sighed and made sure the wound would stop bleeding before tending back to the scared pig.

Y/N was only eight at the time, they didn't know what they were feeling. But whatever it was didn't feel good.

Since that day, Y/N was the new Wilbur and 'Technoblade' was the golden child. Y/N wanted the spotlight back, so they tried hard at everything. Nothing ever worked. Nothing was better than what Techno could do. Nothing was more amazing than Techno's knowledge, or his skills in fighting, or his odd way of speaking, or those stupid things that he did, or the fact that he'd always blame it on some 'voices' in his head. That he had a God complex. That he was better than Wilbur. He was better than Tommy. He was better than you...

He was always better than you. Of course. Thats what you felt when you first met. Not amazement, not the happiness of having another friend. Of course not. It was overwhelming jealousy. But he was your brother, so you had to suck it up just like Wilbur did.

But soon enough, they came to peace with this. They moved on and worked on what they actually enjoyed, not what Philza enjoyed. Mechanics. Phil would have killed you if he learned of all the dangers that you put yourself through to consider yourself an inventor. Or.... Would he?

One day your older brother approached you with his idea to create "L'manburg". At first you couldn't help but laugh. But when it was realized that Wilbur wasn't joking and that he had already recruited Tommy, they agreed to join the fight for freedom. It was a way to pay Wilbur back for being there for them, afterall.

Y/N never imagined the true horrors that they would have to go through so they could say a 'thank you' to Wilbur. They never even truly said it to him, L'manburg was already exploded and he was killed before they could say it to him. Not even saying it to Ghostbur was good enough.

Y/N was forced to suffer through watching her loved ones go mad. Sometimes, they would try coming up with inventions that could help her friends out, and some that could help some regular problems in the world for other people. Most of them didn't work, they were only able to produce goggles that could just barely help fully blind people see. But it was a step in the right direction.

Then doomsday came. Y/N didn't want to be part of it, they didn't want to even try hurting their father and younger brother. They aren't even sure how they came to that point.

Before they knew it, they were begging the man who once gave them anything in the world for him to stop. The whole server was one big family especially everyone in the homes he was about to destroy. But what they wanted didn't matter anymore. It's what Technoblade wanted, and he wanted blood.

At the last moment, Y/N remembered Friend. Ghostbur would be devastated if Friend died.

Falling down to the ground from the small warning of TNT, Friend flooded their mind.

If they couldn't save L'Manburg, they needed to save Friend. Ghostbur wasn't the same, but Ghostbur is Wilbur. They still never said thank you. They have to show their gratitude through the miracle of Friend surviving.

And so that's what they set off to do. With no mind to their own self-preservation, Y/N got up and flew as fast as they could to save Friend. But before they could reach the sheep, a large pile of rubble fell on one of their wings, almost snapping it right off. Y/N tried to get it off but to no avail, and their whole body wasn't safe. As they saw more rubble they crouched down while covering their head with their hands and covering the undamaged wing with their body, they prepared for impact.

The last thing they could speak out was almost incomprehensible.

"Wil..... Will...... Ghosbu.............. Tommy.......... Dad............."

And then everything went black. Y/N couldn't see or feel anything. Not even after her youngest brother, the ghost of her older brother, and the three fiances of the SMP untrapped them. There was nothing.

After what felt like years for the brothers, there was finally a glimpse of Y/N waking up. But they continued to drift in and out of consciousness and whenever someone tried communicating they were completely unresponsive.

During this amount of time, it was agreed that it was in their best interest for their wings to be removed. They were both utterly useless now after being crushed and would just be extra weight with unnecessary pain that can be avoided the sooner their wings get removed. Just in case Y/N was still aware of everything going on, they were put under amnesia to lower the chance of them feeling the agony of a wing removal surgery.

Slowly Y/N began more responsive to people, but never to the same amount. Everyone that took care of them were absolutely heartbroken when they figured out part of the rock that fell on them damaged a vital organ that allowed a person to see. Luck was in fact on their side for damaging their eyesight instead of the brain, however most people didn't see it that way.

Ghostbur took it upon himself to become Y/N's seeing-eye dog. He missed having Friend nearby and Y/N was the thing he connected to the most after Friend's death.

After a few months of trying to get used to no longer having sight or wings Y/N was finally allowed back in their lab with a large amount of supervision from Ghostbur. While carefully running their hands across some unfinished inventions, Y/N comes across the goggles that they made at least a year ago. It immediately smarked a memory deep within their brain, the closest thing they had felt to seeing something ever since doomsday.

"Ghostbur, what color are these?" "Oh, they're blue. Blue's a really nice color, it reminds me of Friend. Do you remember Frien- Why are you looking down at those like that? Would you like some blue, it takes your sadness away! Wait dont put them on, the glass has cracks!" Y/N snickers as the ghost tries to take them away from them without being super forceful, "I'm already blind, what's the worst it can do?"

"Dont say that!" Ghostbur gasps, "We will find a way to get your vision back, those goggles might make it impossible!"

"I made these around the time you first showed up. I ran multiple tests with them and I was able to help a blind person see the world again. Sure, it was very blurry, hard to distinguish a lot of colors from each other, we have a different kind of blindness, and its been more that a year since I last tested them, but they might still work." Y/N explains, then they turn their back to Ghostbur and put the goggles on. This time, Ghostbut only makes a sound in protest.

Blinking, Y/N could feel the stimulation in their brain that they lost along with their eyesight come back. They moved their hands from the position they were in to put the invention on to Y/N's line of sight, and they could see their hands again. Fuzzy, shapeless, hands with a few bandaids and many scars on them.

"So, are they working?"

The voice of your brother brings Y/N back to reality and they turn to look at him. They had completely forgotten what Ghostbur looked like, only remembering vaguely what child Wilbur looked liked and a brief description of how Ghostbur's appearance differed for Wilbur's.

Y/N wraps their arms around the Ghost, not actually hugging but just doing the motion to where they would hug a person they could actually touch, as they tried to not cry in front of him.

(WOOOOOO THIS ENDED UP A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET, SO I SEPARATED IT INTO TWO PARTS)

[taeescript]

29+1 (Part One)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother. 

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: seokjin x reader (taehyung x reader if you squint real hard) 

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: slice of life; ceo!seokjin (diva!seokjin)

𝔴𝔠: 3.6k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: heavy use of alcohol as a coping mechanism, a plethora of sarcasm (please don’t be offended) and a sprinkle of softness (is that a warning?). 

𝔞/𝔫: this sat in my unwritten folder since 2017 no lie. I wrote the premise and a singular paragraph at that time, then just gave up. I opened it a few days ago, got inspired again and this word vomit came out (heavily influenced by a midnight Zoom call with my friends). Ngl this was so much fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. This will probably be in three parts.  𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯: I did not know that DailyHive is an actual online news source when writing. This work is purely fictional and has absolutely nothing to do with the real DailyHive. 

part two

Your friends have a saying: After 29, nobody shares their age until they’ve accomplished something. 

In the past, you didn’t understand it. What’s so bad about saying you’re 30 or you’re 32? That’s still a young age! Sure, you’re not exactly in your prime anymore but you’re not old, right?

So, you continue in your own wondrous world of naïveté until that fateful day at your class reunion. You had simply been walking around, minding your own business when you had been stopped by an old colleague.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” she waves you down. 

You smile kindly, not even bothering to try and remember her name (you sucked at names, what could you say). 

“Hey…you!” you chuckle lightly, “How have you been doing?” 

An everyday question leading to catastrophic effects. 

“Oh you know,” she says and rolls her eyes as if you truly did know, “I’ve just been out and about. Did I tell you though? I got married last year!” She holds out her hand in which a giant diamond adorns her finger. “Wow!” you gasp, feigning interest. It’s not that you aren’t happy for her, but you are reminded of just how single you are currently. When was the last time you felt another human’s touch? Does kissing come back as easily as riding a bicycle? “Hey!” she says suddenly, “I’m actually meeting with a couple of friends from our class. You should come join! I’m sure they’d be happy to see you again!” You want to wave her off, but against your better judgment, you find yourself following in her footsteps and listening to her speak about wedding venues and honeymoon destinations.

“Oh my god!” another female voice filters in.

The “couple of friends” this old classmate had mentioned is in fact a fairly impressive size of twenty. This is also the third time the wedding announcement has been made. 

“Last year?” the female continues, “Weren’t you young?”

Yes, you want to respond. Yes she was young. A full 365 days younger than she is now.

Your classmate, Sooyoung (or Kiko as she insists going by now) titters in front of you. “I mean, you can sort of say I’m a late bloomer. I got married when I was 31.”

Her words unintentionally cut into you. Here you are at 29 without a beau in sight. You take a fast swig of your beer and end up hitting the empty glass with a clink to your teeth. Nobody notices.

“Enough about me, however, how about you?”

“I started my own business actually. It’s been doing really well and it’s been a crazy mind. Imagine me, my own boss at only 33!”

You nervously join them when they suddenly laugh together.  

“Hi, can I get another pint please? Actually add a tequila shot to that,” you whisper the last part to the waitress you had just stopped.

And that was how the rest of the night went. People asking one another what they had accomplished. Any moment in time after 30 would not be mentioned until somebody travelled to Uganda to build houses at 31 or another gave birth at the same age. Below 30, anything would be attributed to luck or in your case…

“What are you doing currently?” somebody asks you, “The little baby of our class.”

Swallowing your third tequila shot of the night, you wonder for the umpteenth time how you had become a part of this giant sharing circle. You wonder if it’s a blessing or a curse that you had graduated a little early and thus was younger than most of your peers.

“Well,” you start, “I’m currently working at DailyHive.”

“Ohh!” a man gushes. You recognize him as the once-upon-a-time science partner you used to cheat notes off of. “I use DailyHive nearly as much as Instagram these days. You guys cover everything from news to sports to fashion.”

You shrug. “Yeah. It’s, uh… it’s a pretty big company!”

“What are you doing there?”

Kiko-ex-Sooyoung hits the man teasingly on the shoulder. “Y/N is probably the Director of Marketing or something. Remember how she used to spend all class doodling in her notebook?”

“Or sleeping!” someone quips.

You don’t join in when they all laugh.

“I’m…an intern,” you say with as much pride as you can in a group of established professionals ranging from dermatologists to that one guy who had flown around the world as a TedTalk guest speaker.

A hushed silence befalls everyone.

“That’s…cool!” the same man encourages you, “Interns are totally rad! Everyone wants an intern spot these days.”

His girlfriend pats your arm, almost empathetically. “Yeah. I know a bunch of people who first start off as interns and then they shoot up the ladder quick enough. As long as you’re no longer an intern at 30, you’re golden!”

Once again, the entire group laughs as if she has said the most hilarious of jokes.

She composes herself and says to you, “Because after that, you should have accomplished something.”

Her words still ring in your ears as you sit at your desk this morning.

Yeah…something. All you need to do is accomplish something in the next three months before you are officially, 29 + 1.

Your fingers tap against your thighs silently while you observe the current debate that is occurring in the conference room. You barely have time to sweep the falling hair back behind your ear as your fingers ferociously fly across the keyboard to keep in track with the meeting.

Fei is arguing that the implement of a new search word system would boost users while Daniel says that it is a waste of resources. Instead, everything should be put into updating the entire system as a whole. You have long since lost track of their words as neither pertain to what you do as an intern.

“Enough,” the CEO of DailyHive holds up a hand. His one word causes the entire room to hush over – truly, the words of a god.

And that might as well be what he is. With his hair swept back and a lone tendril curling perfectly above his brow, Kim Seokjin is legitimately a walking god. Off his broad shoulders hang an expensive white linen suit bought with his pocket change and your yearly salary. A pair of sunglasses hangs in the V of the collared shirt dipping low enough to blur the lines between being fashionably professional and just downright sexy.

The snap of his fingers brings you back to the present.

He dramatically rolls his eyes and accepts that you are an incompetent minute-taker.  

“I have to remember that the world just doesn’t move as fast as I do.”  

                                                            - Quote: Rolling Stones 2019 Kim Seokjin.

Now if only he’d remember he had once said that.

He points at each of them with one finger, then swipes to the left. “Both of you, solve this outside. I don’t want to hear your voices any longer. You two from the marketing team, Ungroomed Stache and Acne Chin, create me a report if we are to implement Ms. Song’s idea. The two of you from…” he takes a pause here clearly having forgotten who his employees are, “The two of you do the same thing but for Mr. Hwang.”

The pair from accounting open their mouth to protest that they are in charge of only numbers, but they are ignored.

“All of you out now. Except you,” he points his finger directly at you, “Stay.”

Nobody utters a single word until they have all left and you are left alone with him. Standing before him with your hands folded nicely in front of you, you blink and wait.

He stares right back at you, picks up his coffee mug and drops it. The clatter of ceramic smashing against the ground causes a pause in the loud buzz outside the room. You know everybody’s focus has been shifted into the room.

“Do you want to kill me?” he drawls.

You take a long inhale. “No,” you say.

“No?” he repeats the word, “Well I think you do. Did you check this coffee before you brought it to me? I tasted cinnamon in it. You know how I’m allergic to cinnamon. Get me a new cup. And this mess, get somebody to clean it. I don’t want the smell of coffee in this room when I have my next meeting here in twenty. I’m taking a smoke a break.”

He stands up and brushes past you without saying anything else.

Nobody can be allergic to cinnamon. Besides if he had actually tasted cinnamon and was that sensitive, he would be dead. And good riddance to that.

Of course, you say none of this and wordlessly begin to pick up the broken ceramic pieces of the dead mug. The bustling outside the meeting room has returned back to its normal state of chaos. Seeing the ugly stain of coffee on the once pristine carpet causes you to swear beneath your breath.

“Who the fuck is allergic to cinnamon?” a new voice says, sliding up beside you.  

The second god in DailyHive; the much nicer and evidently preferred Kim; Taehyung takes the mug pieces from you and drops it into the garbage bin.

Blessed with not only intelligence but devilishly model-like features, he is your desk buddy in the small space allotted for interns and your sole friend in the company.

“Tae,” you sigh with exasperation upon seeing your lifesaver, “What am I going to do about this stain? He’s going to return in fifteen and there’s no way I can get a coffee stain out of this expensive-ass carpet.”

Taehyung taps a long finger to his lips, leaves the room briefly, and returns with a roll of Bounty sheets and a can of Febreze. He promptly blots as much of the coffee off from the carpet then proceeds to pull the meeting table.

“C’mon, Y/N, don’t just stand there. Help me! Time is of the essence!”

You laugh and join him in moving the table so that one of the legs cover the stain 80% of the way. Once he is satisfied, he takes the Febreze and sprays until the whole room smells like “Hawaiian Aloha”.

“You’re welcome.” He gives an extravagant bow, the motion popping open the top button of his shirt to expose a surprisingly chiseled chest.

Fei returns back into the room holding a phone to her ear and a clipboard in her left hand. “What the hell? It smells like a Bath & Body Works in here. Intern, aren’t you supposed to be filing or something? Stop standing around and be useful.” She grips Taehyung’s arm and drags him out of the room. “Button up. This is a professional workplace.”

You give him a tiny wave as Taehyung is steered away by his girlfriend and back to the cubicles.

Taehyung may be your saviour at work, but outside, it cannot be denied that your brother is the true Fountain of Life.

A week has passed since the coffee incident (you suspect a cleaning personnel had found the stain and cleaned up after your improv as aforementioned stain can no longer be found), but Jimin still brings it up.

“I still can’t believe that he said he was allergic to cinnamon. I’ve never heard of such bullshit before,” your brother says over the phone. You can practically hear his eyeroll from across the world.

As a renowned ophthalmologist, you have not seen Jimin for close to a year as he has been initiating his new clinic, a flying eye hospital.

“You should hear his Starbucks order. I always feel like I’m ready to launch my next EP whenever I’m at the counter,” you say.

Jimin laughs. There is the muffled sounds of voices as his never-ending flow of patients have arrived for the day.

“I shouldn’t keep you,” you say upon hearing that, “You’re probably really busy.”

“No,” he says, “I’ve got a few minutes if you’ve got a few. I miss talking to my baby sister.”

“I’m not a baby anymore, Jiminie,” you say using the nickname he hated.

“Oh that’s right. Your birthday’s in a little under three months, right? My baby sister is turning the big three-oh.”

“God, don’t remind me.”

“Want me to come visit you?”

You contemplate the idea once, having not seen Jimin in quite a while.

“Only if you have time. But I feel like Mom and Dad would probably want to see you more. Speaking of which, um… How are Mom and Dad?”

“They’re good. I hear Dad is finally going to retire this year. He’s giving his practice to Kibum, you remember him? Mom will probably start pestering us about what to do for his retirement party.”

There is a pause.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to say hi to them once in a while.”

You sigh. “And say what? Hey, it’s me. The child that ran away from home at 18? Yeah, I’m not a doctor like everybody else in the family but a 29 year old intern at a popular app company. Whassuuup?”

“Y/N, that’s not what I – ”

“It’s okay, Jimin. I’ve come to accept that not everybody is cut out to be a doctor. I just wish Mom and Dad could realize that.”

Jimin sighs on your behalf. There is the sound of a crying child coming through the earphone. “Well, your contract expires a few weeks after your birthday, right? Who knows, you might be the next Mark Zuckerberg.”

He has never explicitly inquired about your life plan and you know this is as much as he is willing to push without asking, “What’s next after this intern hiccup?” At least he had the decency to compare you to a controversial Internet entrepreneur.

The child is crying much louder now.

“Again with my birthday. But I’ll let you know,” is the only reply you can come up with at the moment. “Okay, brother, go forth and heal the blind. I bless thee in the name of the Holy Spirit, Son and Ghost.”

There is true laughter that rings from Jimin as he ends the call. “It’s Father, Son and Holy Ghost you dweeb. I love you sis.”

“You too.” You hang up first before he can add anything else.

With that, you enter into the 7am Starbucks queue and prepare yourself in running the first single of your long overdue EP.

Seokjin leans back in his chair, watching you from inside his office. Today he has chosen a black turtleneck and a brazen maroon-nearly purple suit jacket to complete the outfit. For once, there is an empty mug of coffee beside him and his morning headache has been appeased.

He knew he had given you an impossible task.

“Compile all the troubleshooting errors we have received since the launch of DailyHive. Organize it in a manner that allows me to identify the most prominent problem. Run it through whomever you please before giving it to me. I don’t need to waste my time correcting your mistakes.”

There is an amused smile that bubbles beneath his otherwise stoic features. He cannot deny that there is, might he dare say, a cute quality about you as you manually scan through the received concerns on your laptop dating back to the initial beta tests – the ones that were lost in a data crash and only backed up with unintelligible scribblings of previous interns.

The moment you had been introduced as the new intern, you had caught his eye. You are exquisitely mundane, and perhaps the reason you had even caught him the first time was due to solely to the fact that you were older than most interns – himself even. Nevertheless, you continue to present him small surprises in your tenacity and capability to tackle challenges.

“Mr. Kim.”

His intercom comes alive with the voice of his secretary.

Seokjin’s eyes do not leave you as he answers.

“Mr. Hwang is on line two. Would you like me to defer him to a later time if you are currently busy?”

Seokjin cannot help but sigh. Hwang Junho, his co-founder, while a genius in international business is also a notorious chatterbox and gossip. There is seldom a reason for Junho to call him except to relay the cover titles of E!Magazine.

“Did he mention a reason for calling?” Seokjin inquires.

His secretary seems to be reading from a note. “He says it’s to do with the company. Something he read from Cosmopolitan this morning.”

So not E! but another sister celebrity gossip blog. He checks his watch and duly notes that he certainly has no meetings scheduled until later in the afternoon where your report would be needed to run a preliminary analysis.

“Sir?”

“Yes, put him through. But tell him I’ve got only five minutes, so he’s better give me the Cliffnotes version,” Seokjin sighs again.

Before he can be connected, Seokjin quickly says, “What’s the name of that intern again?”

“Who?” his secretary asks, “We’ve hired four since the beginning of the year.”

“The one who keeps wanting to poison me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir?” she sounds concerned.

“The one who keeps forgetting that I despise cinnamon.”

There is no response.

“The older one. Spilled coffee a while ago but still has enough coordination to pull together a decent report.”

“Ah,” she says.

He waits patiently as she searches through the database, eventually giving him your name. He gives a slight pause and then says, “Good. Now patch me with Junho.”

There is a momentary buzz as the call becomes connected in which Seokjin turns over the syllables of your name wordlessly.

“Mr. Kim. The man of the hour. How are you, my brother?” Junho’s baritone fills the office in a manner of seconds.

Despite the little annoying quirks, Seokjin cannot help but smile when hearing the voice of his best friend.

“You’ve got three minutes, Junho.”

Junho grumbles. “That’s not my fault. You were the one still on the line with your secretary. Is it still Yerin? ‘Cuz I won’t blame you if that’s the case. Did I catch you doing some naughty phone sex during office hours?”

“Two.”

“Holy hell. Fine. It’s always business with you. That’s why the tabloids are always writing you as an uptight asshole.”

This shifts Seokjin’s attention to the phone. His name is seldomly mentioned except for the features in business columns. He prefers to stay out of the limelight.

“What?”

“Put your name on Google.”

Seokjin does as he is told.

There are millions of results, but the first few pages share the same headline. He clicks on the first one with a grimace.

“Kim Seokjin. Mr. Worldwide Handsome as noted by his fans, has recently sparked Internet outrage.”

A quick skim of the otherwise trashy article brought to the surface a summary: his last dating scandal had ended badly and the repercussions of blowing off a famous celebrity’s daughter had finally caught up with him. The Internet was calling him arrogant, narrow-minded, and even greedy. “The young Chief Executive Officer of booming social media app DailyHive has been accused of using his relationship with actress XYZ to further his own business. Once he gained recognition from aforementioned relationship, he has cold-heartedly cast her away to pursue his next.” “You’re calling me for this bullshit?” Seokjin scoffs. Junho tuts his tongue loudly. “This is not bullshit. It’s affecting the image of your company. Do you think people want to download and support an app that is run by somebody who is being called cruel and dishonest? You’ve got to address this soon before it gets out of control. You’re lucky I have alerts set for these type of things. I caught it for you just in the nick of time.” Seokjin inhales deeply. “You’re also lucky that I’ve got the perfect solution in mind.” “That is?” “The Silver Gala,” Junho references the prestigious event. The Silver Gala is hosted annually and attended by the largest celebrities as well as other wealthy investors and guests. Those in the social circle shared between Seokjin and Junho often yearned for tickets to attend events such as this, as they serve as excellent networking opportunities. Besides the above, such events are circled by reporters and writers of gossip columns to get the exclusive scoop on any eyebrow-raising rumours. “The solution lies in such an event,” Junho continues, “You know how many people will be there. All you’ve got to do is show up with your average girl-next-door type and it’ll show how you’re actually really humble and down to earth. Kim Seokjin is perfectly capable of dating like any regular human being. He doesn’t use “love” or whatever to further his business. Love is the connection between two souls; two individuals who – ” “Beep. Your time has run out Junho. I’ve got another meeting scheduled right this moment,” Seokjin interrupts. “Dude, seriously. Think about it. You could bring Yerin. Everbody loves a good CEO and his secretary affair. And if that’s too juicy for you, I can introduce you to some girls. Or maybe we could go back to our university days and hit a bar, y’know?” Junho tries his best to persuade. “Fuck!” you swear beneath your breath right as you walk into Kim Seokjin’s office. His door had been open and, in your excitement to show your completed report, you had dropped all the loose papers on the ground. Four hours of organization gone, just like that. You hope that at least Seokjin hasn’t heard or noticed you as he had been engrossed in his phone call. Seokjin had in fact noticed you. He can’t help himself but follow the curvature of your bare shoulder as your bangs escape the hold of your scrunchie and sweep across your skin. “Don’t worry, Junho, I’ve just thought about it,” he says with a smile.

[chemicalpink]

Tied Desires ♡ Kim Taehyung x Reader

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x female reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut (at this point, do i ever write something else?) 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: rope bunny, soft bdsm dynamic, brat reader, a bit of findom in there, soft dom tae

A/N: this was- a wild ride. A humongous thanks to @erotikkook for coming up with the name and the banner (support Cay’s work or else) AND to the amazing people that beta this @taegularities and @sugasbabiie​ you guys are amazing, I’m sorry you had to see first hand that I write my stuff without punctuation, my mother has always held that against me. Side note, I’m behind in like 20+ assignments from law school and I decided to prioritise this fic. Don’t do that kids.

Summary: Perhaps teasing Taehyung back could get you in deep trouble. It’s not like it wasn’t exactly what you were wishing for tho.

There had always been something so cathartic and almost therapeutic about the arrangement you had with Taehyung; while most of your relationship consisted of sweet glances, funny selcas on social media and the occasional brunch date being photographed to the public eye, the dynamic was turned upside down behind closed doors, lights barely on, the warmth that was brought upon your bodies as you feverishly made out as soon as the entrance door was closed. It was, of course, such a weird occurrence as Taehyung’s job kept piling up. However, lately, his usual playful teasing had turned into full bedroom eyes whenever there was a camera directed at him, the same bedroom eyes and attitude that had been reserved only for you to see for so long; of course something was bound to go down with it.

“Would you like us to get those inside your car?” the lady at the register said as you made sure to place the credit card back into your purse that Taehyung had given you once as an extension to his..

You smiled and nodded at her, stealing a quick glance at the dozen boxes that were scattered around the lobby of the store, most of them being really unnecessary things. But they would serve a common purpose: riling Taehyung up.

Once the boxes were secured in the back of the van, and you had asked Taehyung’s driver to head home for the day. as if on clockwork, your phone dinged a notification of an incoming text, Taehyung’s. Attached to it, and very prominently so, was a recent screenshot of a notification from his bank, asking him to verify his most recent purchase: ₩ 7,000,000 in a single exhibition from Gucci, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, anticipating his next message.

From: Taehyung [14:23] did you just buy 7 million won worth of gucci???  From: Taehyung [14:30] wait up To: Taehyung [14:32] only if you ask nicely 🤪 From: Taehyung [14:32] Y/N….

After making sure to look as close to Tae’s wettest dream as possible, white lingerie on, main bedroom lit only thanks to the subtly warm light coming out of the bathroom, you fixed yourself onto the bed, scrolling through whatever social media, waiting for Taehyung to come home. And he did. Earlier than any other time in the past month, silently making his way to the bedroom.

A dominant aura surrounded him, the exact same one you were hoping to bring out. He licked his lips over and over a few times as he seemed to contemplate you laying there on his bed ready for him, to which you could only stare back at him as he loosened the first few buttons from his shirt, deciding to turn his eyes to the floor where the dozen boxes laid untouched.

You sat up on the bed, hands on your lap, a teasing smile shooting towards your boyfriend as he pulled at some of the ribbons that decorated the black and white containers. Taehyung exhaled loudly, not exasperated, but definitely preparing himself for a punishment you were so loudly asking for. He raised an eyebrow at you as he asked, “You did this to catch my attention, then?”

“Why?” you said, smiling teasingly at him, unable to help it. “Did it work?”

Something feral crossed Taehyung’s eyes before he had one hand wrapped around the back of your neck, hovering over you as his loose hair strands covered his sight almost entirely, adding to his dominating low tone as his grip tightened almost painfully tugging at the roots of your hair. “Oh, so now you think you get to tease me, Y/N?”

He released you from his grip, a smile creeping up to his face as he heard you whimper at the loss of proximity.

“You don’t get to unnecessarily spend my money without having to face consequences, Y/N”, Taehyung said as he went back to the boxes, carefully picking out all of the cloth around each of them until there was a dozen of them on his hand. Your heart thumped violently against your chest in excitement and anticipation when he ordered, “Lay back down Y/N, legs up and open. I wanna hear you beg for me.”

Taehyung resorted to leaning against the vanity that faced the bed directly, the light from the bathroom beside it dimly illuminating the dark composure he adopted as he caressed the bunch of black material he had in his hands. You had always been a big fan of the way he seemed to never lose control once he was in the zone, how he was so seemingly unaffected at having you on full display. Completely at his mercy. 

“What are you waiting for? Panties aside, touch yourself, I wanna hear you scream.” 

Your hand was quick to pull the already sticky lacey cloth aside, biting your lips as the sensation had you already clenching around nothing, just from having Taehyung’s stare burning through you. You wetted your fingers as you caressed your folds, one elbow propping you up enough to have a somewhat clear view of your boyfriend staring back at you.

You rubbed your clit a few times, a moan escaping your lips as you threw your head back in pleasure. Grinding your hips into your hand, you rubbed yourself with the flats of four of your fingers, in an effort to increase the much needed friction as you felt yourself get wetter.

“Were you really that desperate for me, baby?” Tae’s tone was borderline mocking as he smirked to himself, barely sparing a glance at you whining on the bed; out of the corner of your eye you could see him tying up the black ribbons to one another. Feeling something stirring on your lower belly, you pinched your clit in an effort to ride out your orgasm, which was quickly cut off when Tae’s hand pushed yours out of the way as you felt your eyes prickling with tears at the sudden loss of pleasure. “Naughty girls don’t get to come so fast, Y/N.”

Taehyung’s fingers lightly caressed your folds, coating them with your wetness before he slipped them into his mouth teasingly, tasting you on his tongue for a brief second before he had you sitting on your feet, hands in your lap again as he took the homemade rope he had knotted while you’d touched yourself.

“Tonight’s safeword is gucci.” He glanced for the uptenth time at the unopened packages. “Bet you won’t forget that one.”

He moved to sit right in front of you, shirt sleeves around the mid of his arms as he took both of your wrists in his hand and started wrapping the silky material around them, binding them together.

“Put your hands behind your head, baby,” Taehyung said, continuing to wrap the rope expertly around your body, restricting most movements without hurting you too much. “Bend over a bit.” His fingers caressed your perked nipples almost unintentionally as he brought the tied ribbons to the front, face perfectly calm and concentrated as he made sure to frame your breasts with the material before bringing it down your waist and back once again. “Perfect. How do you feel?”

“Good.” You would’ve been lying if you’d said that you weren’t at least a little bit excited and nervous after going so long without one of your sessions with Tae, but at the end of the day, you knew there was no one else in the world you could leave your body at their entire mercy other than him. The rope was wrapped around your hips in no time, thighs stuck together as he manhandled you onto your knees. You were unable to hold yourself up, face against the mattress, ass up and completely exposed to him as he finished his work and stood back to appreciate it.

“The teasing game is one you can’t win against me, Y/N,” he said as his hands continued the work you had begun a few minutes prior to being completely tied up, lewd noises echoing against the walls as he wasted no time in inserting a couple of fingers into your cunt, a loud moan slipping past your lips. “You’re free to try, but you’ll end up like this every single time.”

He continued to work your orgasm up until he could feel you clenching down on his fingers, thighs trembling in anticipation before a low laugh bubbled up from his throat as he removed his hands from you. He left you whimpering against his sheets every time like a vicious cycle, tears running down your cheeks as you couldn’t even slightly move to relieve the pain that having him denying you orgasms for four times gave you.

“Aww look at you, so prettily ruined for me, Y/N.” His fingers had started to build up a turmoil in your lower abdomen once again as he methodically caressed your folds before thrusting two fingers into you lazily in favour of holding a conversation. “I guess I could let you cum this one time. Seven million won is really nothing, I keep that money as spare change.”

“Y-yes please, Tae.” Your pleasure built up faster than before as Taehyung leaned down to mouth at your folds, warm tongue working circles around your bud and fingers working you through the greatest orgasm you could ever ask for. The slurping noises took over the sound of your rigged breath and heavy whimpers as you came on his tongue, him moaning against you as your thighs spasmed violently. You could feel your eyes closing against your will, body and mind overcome with tiredness, yet somehow hazy and feeling like floating from being deprived of such activities for so long.

In the background you could hear Taehyung fiddling with the drawer of his bedside table before he cut the most restrictive parts of the rope around your wrists and thighs. “Did I hurt you?” His soft persona was back as he peppered your face with kisses, fingers wiping your tears away before he cut the rest of the silky ribbon, hands immediately massaging your tender skin.

“Not really, I missed that actually. I missed you.”

His face softened as he took your face between his hands, pouring all of his love in a kiss, an apology and a love letter at the same time as his mouth moved in sync with your own. “I’ll run you a bath and then we can order takeout. You’ll have to share your newly renovated and exclusively Gucci wardrobe though.” 

You nodded slightly at him while already having your head resting on the pillow, sleep taking over you as you faintly heard your boyfriend running the water to fill up the bathtub for you. 

[wienerbarnes]

A Certain Romance (1/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,513

Warnings: fake dating au, mention to past abusive relationship

A/N: im so EXCITED to start posting this series lmk what yall think!!!

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He couldn’t quite think of a word to describe the restaurant.

The deep tones of maroon on the walls contrasting against the clean, stark-white tablecloths, tablecloths that have been so deeply washed, soaked in bleach and radiating chemical residue beneath plates of fancy and over-priced dishes for people who have too much money than they know what do with.

Ratatouille is the special for tonight, priced at $32. Side dishes extra, of course.

The overly simple decor on the walls with lighting so dim you’d think they forgot to pay the electric bill, all in the name of minimalism and an art form you just wouldn’t understand.

Bucky has news for them, though. Minimalism won’t get rid of their depression and anxiety, and a $30 plate of vegetables won’t bring you happiness.

His collar feels tight around his neck, even though the first two buttons on his shirt are undone. The longer he stands around waiting for Sam, the more ridiculous he feels. He’s sweating suddenly, and all he wants to do is leave, go back to his apartment, to Alpine, and take off this stupid monkey suit of an outfit.

Where r u?

Should be sitting pretty at a table already. Wearing a cute lil red dress. maybe blue, not sure.

“Son of a bitch,” Bucky mumbles under his breath after reading Sam’s text.

It’s Bucky’s fault at this point. Not only is this not the first time Sam has done this to him, set him up on a blind date and tell him it's him he’s meeting and not a girl, but it’s not the second either. Sam has done this three times, and this is going to be the fourth. How do you let this happen to you four times?

It’s not a surprise either when the date goes horribly all three times, either. The girls are always nice and always beautiful, but Bucky’s in such a sour mood by the time he reaches the table that it’s a failure from the start.

That’s a good word to describe the restaurant. Sour.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a table under Sam. Or maybe Bucky.” He approaches the hostess, praying that whoever Sam has set him up with isn’t here and that they stood him up.

“Ah, yes, your date has been waiting.” She tells him, and he tries not to roll his eyes.

The walk through the restaurant to the table makes him feel more ridiculous than when he was waiting. He feels all eyes on him and it makes his skin crawl, even though when he glances around, everyone has their eyes on their own date; their date that probably wasn’t sprung up on them by a man who dresses up like a bird for a living.

Careful not to trip over his own feet in the dark room, the only lights being small bulbs on a thin string from the high ceiling, he sees a table that’s probably for him.

The only table with one person sitting alone, he spots you looking down at your phone with a slight frown on your face. Sam was right on his first guess, you’re wearing a deep red dress, thin straps over your shoulders and he can see through underneath the table that it flows down to your calf. Nude heels adorn your feet as they are crossed at the ankle, and he can’t help but feel a little bad.

Just because he thinks minimalism and expensive meals are stupid doesn’t mean that other people don’t enjoy them.

“Hi, uh, sorry I’m a little late.” He greets as he takes his seat.

You look up from your phone and give him a closed-lip smile, an unspoken way of saying it’s alright, but he’s seen that tight smile on too many girls before to know that, no, it’s not really alright.

“I’m Bucky, what’s your name?” He asks, hoping that the sooner he starts the conversation, the sooner he can get the fuck out of here. Respectfully.

As far as introductions go, this has definitely been the most awkward. Neither of you know what to say. Not that he’s about to go around giving Sam advice about setting him up with people, because he certainly wouldn’t want Sam to take that as him asking him to try again, but he couldn’t have set him up with someone worse.

It’s painfully awkward, and he feels himself sweating again, blushing from slight embarrassment at this disaster of a date.

The waiter hasn’t even brought out the bread yet.

He can’t do this.

“Listen,” He begins after a few minutes of silence and the two of them awkwardly glancing around the room, as though the avant-garde art pieces are the most interesting thing either of them have ever seen.

“I’m sorry if I don’t seem like I want to be here, it’s because I don’t. And it’s got nothing to do with you, it’s just that Sam told me I was meeting him here because he thinks he knows best when it comes to setting me up on dates even though I’ve told him countless times that -”

He stops when he realizes you’re laughing. Giggles escaping from behind your manicured hand that’s attempting to cover your mouth, he can’t believe you’re laughing at him. As if the date couldn’t get worse.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you.” You tell him, the most you’ve spoken the entire night, only really telling him your name and a few one-word answers a while ago.

“It’s just that I don’t want to be here, either. And Sam also told me I was meeting him here, not a date. And I thought that was funny.”

That bastard, Bucky thinks. But he appreciates that it’s the situation you find funny, and not him. He’s never had a date laugh at him before, and as tough as he is, he can’t lie and say it wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

He opens his mouth to say something but another man in an equally ridiculous monkey suit such as his own approaches the table, a basket of bread in hand.

He can’t help but notice how small the breads are and the fact that the butter is individually wrapped in those small tinfoils - not even The Cheesecake Factory does that, they bring butter in a tiny dish - but he doesn’t say anything.

At least now he has something to do with his hands.

The two of you both pick at the bread in your hands, and while the tension is somewhat eased at the table with the confession that neither of you want to be there, it’s still silent and awkward, as neither of you have spoken again.

Bucky doesn’t know what causes him to say it, maybe it's the obligation he feels to keep the conversation going and fill the silence, maybe his mind just insists on making the evening worse, because apparently that’s possible.

“My best friend died. Recently. And Sam’s been setting me up on these dumb dates to take my mind off it.” He says, and he sees out of the corner of his eye your hands pause around the bread and your head lifts slightly to look at him, though he doesn’t do the same.

“Sam was a little better about it at first, using distracting me as a way to distract himself while we both grieve. But he’s got the whole Captain America thing, helping his sister, working with Torres; he got over it a little quicker than I did and… expected me to get over it, too.”

He’s afraid to meet your eyes. He’s not sure why he just told you that, or why he felt like he owed you an explanation in the first place. He doesn’t even know you! What does he care if the date is awkward? He could leave now and never see you again and not feel bad about, and yet he sits here, sacrificing his own comfort in order to attempt to salvage the evening by being honest? Is honesty even what you want?

“My boyfriend beat the shit out of me. If we’re sharing tragic backstories, I mean.” You reply, looking down at your own bread now that Bucky’s head has snapped up to look at you, a humorless smile on your face.

“Had to move states, change my name, the whole nine yards. And while I wasn’t grieving a best friend, I was grieving… myself. My old life. And Sam doesn’t just distract himself by setting you up on dates, he’s been doing that with me, too. And, so, I kind of get what you mean, when you say that other people get over it and expect you to be okay, too.”

Another pause of silence, but the awkwardness is gone now.

“How many times have you heard the phrase, The grieving process is not -”

“Linear? Too many times. If I had a dollar for everytime I heard that, I’d probably have enough money to afford a plate at this place.” You finish for him, a disgusted look on your face. Almost the same look he had on his face when he entered the restaurant.

He laughs, though. The first time he’s laughed tonight.

“Are you two ready to order?” The waiter interrupts again, small booklet in hand, and thick French accent in the air. Of course, the waiters here are French, how is he even surprised?

“Do you mind if we have a few more minutes with the menu?” Bucky replies, not receiving much of an answer as the waiter looks him up and down, gives him a curt nod, and leaves the table once more.

“Listen, I don’t know about you, but this place looks like… I don’t even know, but it just looks sad, and I know a pretty good pizza place a few blocks away. If you don’t mind walking. Or continuing this date as friends?” He squints as he finishes his question, hoping you won’t take it as him playing hard to get, and actually want to be friends and absolutely nothing more.

“You had me at pizza.”

With the bread from the restaurant in hand and his jacket around your shivering shoulders, the two of you make your way down the sidewalk, stomachs rumbling at the thought of cheap, greasy, slices of pizza.

Sitting among people in their pajamas and otherwise casual clothing, it’s safe to say the two of you are the best-dressed people in the joint. Bucky tells you this and you laugh again, agreeing. Slice after slice goes down easily, much easier than any plate at that stupid clownhouse of a restaurant.

The conversation is easier, too. It’s almost like it was so bad before because of the suffocating atmosphere of the restaurant, The Fork, a stupid name for a stupid place.

What was that word he said before? Oh, yeah. The restaurant was sour. The pizza place, though, run by two older, heavier men with ungroomed mustaches and dark pit stains, is much less sour.

“I surprisingly had a good time tonight. I’m really glad we both came to an understanding of not wanting to date due to our individual unresolved trauma and issues, that we should probably be in therapy for.” You tell him, after thanking him for paying the six dollars both your copious amounts of pizza slices cost.

“I did, too. I’m just glad we didn’t have to stay at that dumb restaurant, I mean what was Sam even thinking with that place?” He rubs his fingers over his eyes in lasting disbelief. He’ll never let Sam live that place down.

“Speaking of Sam,” You start, stepping out of the pizza place as Bucky holds the door open for you, “Would you mind telling him that the date went well?”

“I mean, technically it did, didn’t it?”

“It did. But if we tell him that we left with a newfound friendship rather than sore legs and sex hair, he’s just going to keep setting us up on more shitty dates. I mean he’s great, but he does a better job at being Captain America than he does at being Cupid.”

“Agreed. He’ll just keep setting us up with people until we end up dating one of his picks, regardless of friendships made along the way. He’s too competitive, he doesn’t see friendship as a success, only a boyfriend or girlfriend.” Bucky admits.

“So… if he asks, we’ll just say we’re going to go on another date? And then whenever we hang out, we’ll just -”

“Be extremely and explicitly clear about it to him.” Bucky finishes.

They smile at each other satisfied, satisfied knowing they’re finally going to outsmart the bird man, they’re finally going to be done with shitty, last-minute blind dates that they never wanted to go on in the first place.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Oh, no, my friend’s on her way to get me now.”

“I’ll wait with you then.”

Cheesy flirting ensues as the two of you joke about fake dating, competing to see who can think of the worst pick up line. Bucky feels a bit embarrassed that he probably would’ve used a few of these a few decades ago when he was a fresh, young man, but he doesn’t dare mention that to you. No need to give you more ammunition to use against him, and especially no need to risk you mentioning it to Sam.

Your least favorite, and evidently his favorite, is If happiness starts with “H,” why does mine start with “U”?

He laughs as you dramatically gag on the sidewalk, almost not noticing the car pulling up to the two of you.

“This is me. Oh, here’s your jacket by the way.” You move to take it off from atop your shoulders but he stops you.

“Hold onto it for me. And also, mention to Sam that you’re holding onto it for me.” He winks.

“Will do. Boyfriend.”

“Drive safe. Girlfriend.” He opens the passenger door for you, greeting your friend briefly, and offering a hand out to help you sit inside, closing the door after you’ve clicked your seatbelt.

He watches the rear lights grow smaller and smaller as you disappear down the street, and he begins walking back to where you two came from. His bike is still parked at the restaurant, after all.

That was probably the best date - not a date, friend date - he’s ever been on, and by far Sam’s greatest success yet, even if it’s not the romantic relationship he probably intended.

It was nice to talk to someone without the pressures of impressing them, the intrusive thoughts questioning their deeper motives or what it is exactly they want out of a date with him. He tried engaging in the whole hookup-one-night-stand culture once, and didn’t like it at all.

Not to mention, he’ll never have to go on one of Sam’s set-up dates again! And he didn’t even need to get a girlfriend to do so!

The night couldn’t have ended better, and he can’t wait to tell Sam all about it.