#I meant to finish this yesterday but the sparkles took me forever and then forever this morning

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Snowflakes ❄️ | SPN Advent

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

I dunno if it's too late to make requests (and u can ignore this message if it is) but I have this idea that I'm completely incapable of writing, I was hoping for maybe..some kind of fantasy scenario where human reader meets fae or siren Taehyung once while they were both children and, maybe they kinda pinky promise to marry one another, only for her to have forgotten about the whole ordeal with time, maybe assuming it was all just her imagination, and years later into her adulthood he comes back, having never forgotten the reader? You can change this however you see fit in order to make it more your style, and smut isnt necessary of you don't want to add it in..😅 💕

You had heard about the stories. Heard about him. Perhaps that’s why you walked into the woods so late at night, with a full moon lighting your way. To see if they were true, or because you already believed them and wanted to see him. The woods, however, were empty and what an unsuspecting fellow would call normal. Undismayed, you sat by the big Oak tree until you felt your eyelids be weighed down from the weariness. For you were only eight and the night was growing older than you. From that point on, you were not sure if you dreamt of the boy or if he shook you awake, but you remembered the interaction like it was yesterday.

“You’re waiting for me.” Not a question but you still took it as one.

“No, I’m waiting for the fairy.”

The boy chuckled. He laid down next to you, eyes sparkling in the dark as if they were luminescent. “I like you. You’re pretty. It’s only why I appeared.”

You thought about all your classmates and your cousin’s friends. None looked like that boy. “I don’t know you.”

“Oh.” He shuffled closer until he could reach to extend a hand to you. “You can call me Taehyung.” You took his hand, introducing yourself as well. “I’m new here. Did I by any chance bother you or your folks? I apologize.”

You shrugged, looking away, still trying to catch a glimpse of the alleged creature that playfully appeared here and there to tease the townspeople. “You’re not bothering me. I don’t know about anyone else, though…”

“Haha.” The boy laughed in a forced way yet it felt genuine. Like he had indeed enjoyed your remark but laughter wasn’t a sound he could make by his nature. “I really like you. You’re very pretty,” he repeated. “Do you want to stay here with me forever?”

You eyed him from your peripheral vision. “You mean like… marry you?”

He frowned for a beat, analyzing your words. And then his face lit up— quite literally. “Yeah!” he chirped. “Yeah, something like that.”

You had never been proposed to before. Sure, you knew about all the boys that had a crush on you at school, and you knew about how cute you were because your parents and their friends always told you so. But Taehyung was better than all of them combined. “Okay,” you replied easily.

The young boy seemed so happy, reached out to grab a piece of your hair. And after a couple of sparks appeared, the strand had been cut off and was trapped between his fingers.

“Hey! What—”

Taehyung brought the strand to the side of his neck, pressing it against his skull, and with a couple more sparks, it was connected with his own hair. Standing out from his locks yet looking like he had grown it himself. “Now we’re married,” he said, speaking the word as if it was foreign to him.

“No,” you immediately interjected. “That’s not how people get married.”

“It’s not?”

You shook your head. “We need to walk down the aisle and have the pastor say I pronounce you husband and wife and kiss.”

“Kiss…” Taehyung gave it some thought. And then he snapped his fingers. “That’s right. We need to kiss.”

“And we can’t get married yet because we’re just children,” you continued to speak your wisdom to the confused boy.

“So when can we?”

“Hm…” You rubbed your chin because you had seen people do it on TV when they tried to think hard. “When we’re old. Like, old like my aunt! She is getting married next month.”

And the boy nodded obediently. “I can wait that long.” For your weird kind of ceremony. For his, you needn’t wait at all. All he needed was… a kiss. He leaned in, lips pursed and going straight for yours. And you gasped, getting up and running away, out of the woods, far from the boy you had just promised to marry.

You never saw him again. Which is why you were inclined to believe it was all just your childhood imagination going wild. Sometimes you got a very sudden urge to think about him, like he was mentally intruding on your life. But the older you got, the less you believed in fairies. And you got old… old like your aunt. And it was your turn to get married now.

Waiting in the dressing room alone to stare at your reflection in that mirror and take a few last, deep breaths before walking out for the nuptial rite, you didn’t expect to be disturbed by a strange and deep voice.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Upon turning around, you saw a man. A novel man. Handsome and somewhat scary as he glared at you and charged towards your spot. “What?” you choked out before clearing your throat. “I- I don’t think you’re supposed to be back here.”

“You’re about to walk down that aisle and have the pastor say I pronounce you husband and wife and kiss that man?” he spoke in a breath, pointing to the door.

You were frozen, looking into his shiny eyes as if you were entranced. Not sure how to react in this odd situation, yet something about the man intriguing you. “Um… yeah?”

“You can’t!” he gasped. Eyes so wide and pleading you silently. “We were supposed to do that.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

“I’m your husband.” It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say, not in the slightest, but he seemed so confident of it he almost convinced you. “You’re mine, you can’t marry another man,” he insisted.

And right when you were about to open your mouth to tell him he was being insane, tell him you had no idea who he was and that he needed to get out, he called your name. Called your name in a way that was so fitting for it, like he was the only one who ever should be saying it. You paused, and you frowned. And you looked at him better. The man reached behind his neck and brought forward a strand of hair that didn’t match his own. Didn’t match because that was your hair. That dream… that dream hadn’t been a dream at all.

“I waited for you,” the boy-turned-man whispered, voice sounding as sad as his eyes looked. “I waited for as long as you needed. How can you do this to me?”

Your face was numb. And you shivered, shaking harder the more you let the realization sink in. “Tae- Taehyung?” you gulped. “You’re real?”

The man rushed to you, grabbed your face with both hands gently, fingers stroking your cheeks as if he knew tears were about to fall. “Of course. Who ever told you otherwise?”

You were lost for words, just staring into his eyes that were communicating more than you ever could. The boy from the woods had returned for you, just as promised. And now that he had you, he felt ready to finish what you two had started. This time, when he leaned in with his eyes closed and his lips on a straight line towards yours, you didn’t flinch, you didn’t pull or run away. Maybe it was the shock. Maybe it was just what was meant to happen. He kissed you and everything instantly changed. The bond completed. A bond unlike the mortal rituals you try to parody— that was a bond connecting your souls instead of a verbal agreement that could easily be broken by the human instability. And when he pulled away, you knew it, you felt it; you were indeed his and he was yours. Forever.

“Oh my God,” you mouthed. The feeling crushing you and making your mind race faster and faster. “Oh my— Fuck!” You were his and he was yours now. Forever. What would you do now? There was another man still waiting outside to marry you. “Fuck, fuck!”

“It’s alright,” Taehyung whispered, holding you tighter. Like he knew exactly what you were thinking about or could feel exactly what you felt. Perhaps he could. “Don’t worry. None of that will matter in a bit.”

He scooped your legs, lifting you up with ease you were certain no human being could possess. And he jumped out of the window and landed perfectly, even though that window was so high up. And you were in the woods within a blink of an eye, even though those woods were miles away. By that big, old Oak tree, where it all started. He was right, your meaningless mortal problems already appeared like so; you were with Taehyung now and it all seemed to make more sense than anything ever did in your life.

“You look so pretty,” the man spoke, drawing you back from your thoughts. “Like a fairy.” He chuckled, this time his laughter sounding better than the last. And then he kissed your cheek, and your neck, and it felt like each peck was gifting you whole years of life. “I’ve missed you. You never came to visit.”

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, flustered.

“It’s okay.” He was calm, looking at your eyes that you didn’t even know yet that they shined like his. “We have eternity ahead of us to be together.”

“Eternity?”

He chuckled again, music to your ears. And he leaned in to bite your bottom lip playfully. “Don’t you know, honey? Time flows strangely when you’re married to a fae.”

Masterlist

[nishigo]

an anomaly. // bennett x reader.

a page from the book of memories.

[ p a g e 3 2 9 ｡ ]

authors note: hello! this is my first ever attempt at something for genshin impact. this is longer than i expected, and there may be errors here and there, so i am sorry about that in advance. i do hope you will enjoy it though. i got bennett yesterday after rolling and although many say he’s annoying...he’s very much like me in real life. coincidence? i think not. Σ('◉⌓◉’) i also rolled a girl named keqing. she seems nice, and is a five star, but i don’t know if she’s rare. i truly don’t know how this system works, apologies. T^T anyways, traveler, happy reading. (*'▽'*)

word count : 2191

tw : none that i can think of. very much fluff. and perhaps a touch of a flirty!reader. :)

request status at time of posting : open.

in which he had finally someone who could balance out his unluckiness.

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＞　不行 。( n o )

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Bennett was, to put it simply, confused.

He had just finished a mission with you, being your support the whole entire way through. There had been an offering that had been posted on the tavern’s walls in dark, smudged text that caught his eye at an earlier time. It read that whoever could get rid of the new pop-up hilichurl camp that blocked the path to Liyue would receive a grand sum of Mora. Course, running low on money, Bennett had decided to take up the offer. They would be easy enough to take down, just a simple slash of his sword and a few burns here and there could get the job done in no time. However, there was a problem.

No one would come with him.

Bennett knew that he was very...loud. And he was energetic. And annoying. And, though he hated to admit it...he was unlucky.

Everything seemed stacked up against him. Everyone he turned to in the tavern took a simple glance at him and rejected the offer with no further questions asked. He would try to convince them, but they would simply get more annoyed at his stubbornness and shoo him away with a flick of a hand or some splash of beer to the face. It’s not like he could take the older adventurers out either, they could barely walk on their own two feet. They were so old that they certainly would have shriveled up in the sun if he brought them along. So there that option went, leaving him with practically nothing else to turn to.

But then, if he had no one to go with him, what would happen? Would he continue to be stuck in that tavern? No, he wouldn’t allow himself to waste away like that. He was meant to be out there, in a world that could supply him with the thrill and rush that his heart yearned for. The boy desired to be just as great of an adventurer as the ones who came before him, or perhaps, dare he dream, even greater than them. Bennett desired to be a legend. But being a legend could not be done alone, even if that was what Bennett determined he would forever be, deep in the back of his brain.

Which is why you were such an anomaly.

You were the last person he spoke to that night. He was a complete mess. His shirt was damp with beer and some white wine, his white locks were a birds nest with the goggles sliding off slowly, and his eyes looked devoid of life as he took a deep inhale and they brightened up again. This was his last chance. You were the one who was either going to make or break this plan.

“Hello stranger! I am the great Bennett, and I was wondering if you would be able to help assist me with a mission that was posted on the tavern walls. It’s about the hilichurl camp by Liyue! Although I am rather strong, I need some help so it’s done more efficiently and faster. I’m even willing to split the Mora with you that we make out of it! What do you say?” Bennett recited his lines again, as if he was in an interview of sorts. His leafy green eyes watched as you scrunched up your eyebrows, as if thinking and examining him. Your face was blank other than that, lips in a straight line and hand cupping your cheek. Bennett found it to be quite terrifying. It was such an intimidating look, in fact, that he was about to ask you to forget about it before you spoke first.

“Sure.” You stated simply, a smile forming on your face as you crossed your arms.

“Ahhh, understood, I’ll get goi- WAIT!” The pyro boy turned to look right at you as he gasped. His face was one of shock morphed with a cute, ecstatic look. One could compare it to a puppy of sorts. You were not meant to say yes. You were meant to be like everyone else and reject him. He was dumbfounded as he grabbed a hold of your shoulders and tilted his head.

“You’re not joking?!”

“Course not! Why would I do such a thing?” You rebuked before he giddily jumped up and down while pulling you up to a sweet hug. It was a gentle and firm one, though, he pulled away quickly after realizing he still wreaked of alcohol. You told him you didn’t mind it though, making him rub the back of his head sheepishly and laugh. You two would converse for the night, agreeing to meet up at the gate the next morning so he could lead the way to the camp and also split the mora gained evenly. After the small chat, you would leave the tavern to stay at the local inn for the night and get some rest. Bennett’s eyes were trained on you as the door then closed, realization hitting him like a truck: he found someone. He found a real person to take on a mission. Better yet, they were as gorgeous as they were strong. This was better than any dream he could have made up. Bennett decided he had to turn in for the night soon after you left, taking a spot in his cozy bed under the sheets. His eyes closed as the curtains rustled at the soft wind that blew through the window. The pyro’s last thought before going to bed was that he truly hoped that you would fulfill your end of the deal and show up.

And you kept your promise. You were there as the morning sun rose to reflect your beautiful skin, hair flowing gently in the light breeze as he ran up to you and froze. You looked powerful now that you were out of the tavern and he could see you properly. You had on your adventure gear, dressed appropriately for a mission that required taking out many enemies. What caught his attention, though, was your white cape with golden accents that flowed from behind. Flicking your hood down and off your head, your face was now fully visible as you watched him stare. He was adorable, like a little baby who was just discovering the world for the first time.

“You’re really gonna do this with me?” Bennett asked in wonder. His face was blank as a smirk landed itself on your features. You positioned yourself to stand upright, away from the wall you were leaning on as you held your weapon of choice in your dominant hand. As for the other, you outstretched it towards him with a grin.

“Lead the way.”

Bennett didn’t even have to think twice about it as he eagerly took your hand into his own gloved one and began to lead you out of the city and into the wilderness. He seemed to be very hyper from what you could tell, as he couldn’t seem to stop commenting on how he was destined for greatness, or how thankful he was that you were going to come along with him. He also bombarded you with questions about yourself as well, like if this was your first time in Mondstadt or what kind of element you had control over. He was easily excited, but especially when you told him that you were a traveler that had been moving around place to place to see the sights of the world. It was why you were so strong, you had defeated a wide range of enemies, great and small, on your journeys. Bennett was fascinated by that, drawing him to be more and more curious about you. Alas, the questions and storytelling had to wait. You two had arrived at the camp, and it was time to take some enemies down.

You two ended up making a fantastic duo of sorts. With his sword and experience, he was able to cut down enemies with ease. You did the same, your speed and agility outmatched as you two basically made a massacre out of the camp. His fire would spread through the long grass, and with the natural wind, spread quickly to begin burning it all down. You were quick to come to his aid when he would sometimes get backed against the rocks or a tree, helping him heal with some quick magic you had learned. It wasn’t anything special, but it was enough to keep him up and moving. With such precision and perseverance, your duo was able to defeat the camp with relative ease. However, both you and Bennett were still tired from fighting for so long. You two were out of breath as the fire died out, heaving for air as you gave him a head pat and grinned.

“You did amazing out there. You’re a talented pyro user as well, I’m impressed.” There you went again, making him all confused as he sat there. You just complimented him. A powerful traveler, that has practically defeated every sort of monster there is out there, was impressed by him. Bennett, the unlucky, was impressive? For the first time, he was rendered speechless as he looked at you. It was now night, the moon high in the sky as it illuminated your face. Oh goodness, you looked ethereal. The way the stars were reflected in your eyes, the way the gold of your cape sparkled and flowed behind you, the way you smiled at him, like he was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. The only thing that stopped the comfortable silence between you two was the fact that he shivered when a breeze brushed against his pale, scar littered skin. You snapped out of it and looked him up and down, noticing how a lot of his skin was exposed to the chilly night.

“Here, take this.” You told him as you unbuttoned your cape, taking it off your shoulders. With one swoop, you draped it over his own figure, being as gentle as possible as you buttoned it up again. Bennett was reduced to continuing to stay silent as you clothed him. You placed the hood up on top of his head, a hand on your hip as you grinned at him. It was a bit big on him but nonetheless, it was rather cute. You used your other hand to take his chin gently, making him look you in the eyes. He was rather happy that the hood cast a bit of a shadow, because his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as he was forced to look at you.

“Huh. Looks better on you than it does me.” You commented before he seemed to regain his ability to speak.

“You need this more than me! I-i’m literally a pyro user, I c-can heat myself-” You hushed him, letting go of his chin as you put a finger to his peach pink lips.

“Doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t waste your energy to heat up, especially since we have to walk back to town. I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse weather situations.” He glanced down at your finger, and then back to you as you dropped your hand and began walking down the path again, back towards the city. Why did you have to be so, so...enchanting? And you were so smooth as well! He had never been so flustered when talking to someone, heck, he was the one who was meant to be doing most of the talking! Though, he supposed that him being talkative didn’t equate to being able to flirt. But something about the thought of you leaving made him pout. It was as if the butterflies were leaving his stomach, but they left him emptier than before.

Bennett refused to be lonely anymore. Not when he had you.

“Hey, darling!~ Would you stop standing there and staring off into space? I know I look wonderful tonight, but we gotta get a move on! We won’t be able to get to town and rest our weary bones if you keep this up!~” You called out to him, making him shake his head and refocus. Right, a bed. Sleep did sound rather good right now, along with a shower and something to quench his thirst. He ran and caught up to you, walking by your side as he grinned. He began to already ask about other missions that the two of you could do together, like gathering supplies for the alchemist or helping around the town for some spare Mora here and there. Bennett then stopped for a moment again, looking at you.

“Would you like to work together again?” There was a moment of silence before you nodded.

“I think I would. We make a great team.” Bennett then continued walking with you, as if time didn’t just stop for a second as he went back to his usual, bubbly nature. The more he thought about it, the happier it made him. More adventures to be made. More memories to be created. All with you at his side the entire time.

And you would make all the difference.

[yemilnisu]

Hey hey hey! I heard requests are open! (Also I can't find any rules for requests in your blog so sorry if I'm breaking any of em!) So could I please request for kenma and kageyama with a childhood friend that they slowly fall in love with? Thanks in advance! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ (Have a good trip btw!)

nisu entries:

hey, bub! It’s fine you’re not breaking any but if you still want to read them it’s here! I hope you enjoy this!

I’m currently working on all of you guys’ requests but if you want to send a request, feel free to do so! Anyways, happy holidays!🥰

okay not me casually sneaking in attack on titan because i’m currently rewatching it and the fact that it’s the birthday of humanity’s strongest soldier aka the hottest man on earth aka levi ackerman😌🤚🏻

KENMA AND KAGEYAMA WITH A CHILDHOOD FRIEND THAT THEY SLOWLY FALL IN LOVE WITH

KENMA KOZUME

you and kenma have been friends since grade school

the two of you got partnered up for a project and ever since then the two of you slowly got close

kenma was shocked at first because he never really thought he’d make friends especially with a girl

he thought that the reason he always want to be close to you was because he cherish your friendship that much

like the fact that he’ll teach you how to play the new game he bought once he mastered it

or he’ll always make an extra character that has the same features you have so you guys can play together

and even though he wanted to read the new released manga, he will still wait for you so the two of you can read it together

or when the attack on titan released its fourth season, he waited patiently for you to finish the first three seasons and even rewatched some of them with you before watching the final season because you wanted to watch it with him

he thought all of those things were natural because you guys were friends, not until he noticed how boys from the other class were trying to grab your attention

like they’ll make some stupid excuse just to talk to you and kenma would observe from the side and just look at them like this

he thought what he was feeling was disgust and cringe for those pitiful boys because he knows that they will never get your attention, that they won’t win you using those petty tricks

but he started to doubt his own presumption when he saw you hanging out with the dude that complimented your hair yesterday

like you don’t even laugh that way when you were with him? like is that guy more fun to have around than your childhood best friend? you never looked at kenma the same way you looked at that guy

the way your eyes sparkle and your eyelashes battle with each other as you close your eyes from laughing so much, why does it seems like the world around kenma got slower?

oh shit. do i like my best friend? do i like... y/n?

“y/n... do you like someone?” kenma finally blurted out as the two of you were on your way home. it took him 10 minutes to get over all the thoughts of how terrible this situation might end up, but he can’t help but hope that it might go the other way, the way he wanted it to go.

“hmm, yeah. why’d you asked?” you answered nonchalantly.

“is it the guy from class 3?” he kinda regretted the way that question escaped his mouth. it sounded like he was jealous, not that he wasn’t. he could’ve said it in way he wasn’t guilty of being a tad bit jealous.

“i’m pretty sure i’m not his type, ken,” you chortled. kenma looked at you with so many question running through his mind. “he likes boys,” you answered shortly.

the latter just nodded his head as he thought all the moments you had with the guy. he felt so dumb. how did he not notice it? the way the guy complimented you was a lot more specific than any dude.

“why, ken? don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you joked. when the lad didn’t respond you glance at him. “oh, my gosh. are you, kenma kozume, jealous because i was hanging out with a guy?”

“so what if i am,” he answered bluntly. he didn’t know where he got that sudden bravery but for some weird reason he didn’t regret saying those words when he saw your eyes widen. but was quickly turned into a grin.

“damn, i never thought this day would come. kenma kozume being assertive, i guess that’s a good enough excuse for me to do too, right? you don’t have to be jealous, besides the guy i like have been beside me since grade school,” you announced. you had that meaningful look in your eyes when you and kenma met each other’s glances and he already knew what it meant.

“and do you want him to stay?” let’s just say that the friendship chapter ended right there.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

you’re oikawa’s little sister so it was natural that you knew kageyama

despite the fact that your older brother hated the setter, you absolutely adored him, in which only added fuel to your brother’s rage towards the poor boy

but when oikawa saw how much you adored kageyama, he didn’t want to ruin your happiness so he’ll try to be nice to kageyama (at least when you’re around)

even though you and kageyama went to a different, the two of you still kept in touch

like hanging out atleast once a week and always texting each other about what the other is doing

as kageyama was on his way to your house he came across oikawa, and oikawa said something about beating the first year before he finally asked what the first year was doing there

kageyama explained that he have been waiting for an hour for y/n in their usual hang out spot

oikawa bursted out laughing, saying that kageyama got stood up and that this is the proof that you really are his sister

kageyama knows that you wouldn’t do that on purpose because he was aware of how much you liked hanging out with him and that would lowkey boost his ego

the first year subquently rolled his eyes and asked if you were at home

in which the latter answered that you left a couple of hours ago saying you were hanging out with your classmate kyo

“i guess you’re not y/n’s favorite anymore,” with that the third year continued his jog with a smug look on his face, purposely leaving his junior with a lot of unanswered questions

kyo? he have never heard that name before, especially from you. we’re you keeping secrets from him? why didn’t you tell him about this guy? even though it was hard for him to open up, he’d tell you all his secret and insecurities then why didn’t you do the same? and did you really replaced him?

kageyama thought that he can’t blame you if you did replace him, due to the fact that the kyo guy goes to the same school you do, means the two of you would see each other often than you would see kageyama

he thought that his time with you in kitagawa daiichi was fun and he would cherish your bond forever but he would like to tell you something first before it ends

the next day karasuno have a practice match against aoba johsai and after the match kageyama saw you walked pass the gym

“y/n!” you heard a familiar voice called out and it was kageyama. he jogged up to you, all sweaty and trying to catch his breath. he stared at the guy beside you and the guy quickly excused himself out of the deathly glare of the setter. “so that was him?” kageyama said, he sounded a bit disappointed.

“huh? what do you mean?” you asked

“nothing. i just wanted to say that i really appreciate our friendship and since it’s about to end anyways i don’t need to worry about it getting ruined by me falling in love with you,” the setter confessed.

you chuckled, “why does it sound like i’m going to die, tobio? you could confess to me and not sound so dramatic you know? seriously, you gotta stop idolizing my brother so much. and who said our friendship is going to end?”

“uh, me..?” he muttered.

“why’d you think that?” you asked softly, you know kageyama even though he have this strong aura, he was still sensitive as a little baby.

“...you didn’t come to our hang out place yesterday,” he silently replied.

“oh, shoot! i’m so sorry, tobio. i forgot that we were supposed to hang out yesterday. i had a group project that needs to be finished as soon as possible. i’m really sorry, it completely slipped out of my mind,” you babbled.

“it’s fine. just let me take you out on a date,” he boldly asked you out. you smirked, you forgot that he could be as sly and courageous when he wished to be.

[love-hatred-stuff]

Bets } Kim Sunwoo [theboyz]

feat. Eric, Jacob, Kevin, Juyeon

genre: angst, fluff

warning(s): violence, obsession and manipulation (he's not hurting u or anything)

word count: 2.4k

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Y/N's POV

I was currently at my high school.

I had just finished my studies in the library and it was already evening but I decided to stay longer today as my boyfriend was training with his friends in the basket hall. But it was fine because it was already pretty late and the boys should be finished now and I could finally see Sunwoo.

We have been dating for six months and I feel very comfortable with him, it almost feels like I found the one I wanna be with for the rest of my life.

Even if I don't know him for so long, he gives me strength, the thing I had never had.

I'm delicate but I tend to hide my feelings in front of people that I don't trust.

Lately something confusing is going on. Sunwoo has been weirdly avoiding me, and his friends that I assume to really like me too, also act very suspicious sometimes.

They would take him away from me to talk to him alone.

I would just be confused and worried about what was going on.

But today I would talk to them about it!

Right in the moment I was walking through the school halls, on my way to them, but I heard loud voices that sounded like they were seriously discussing.

Before I opened the door, I heard my name and was even more concerned.

I figured it would be smarter to just listen to it and wait while hiding.

"Sunwoo, you can't lie to her forever! She is a great person, she doesn't deserve this anymore. Actually she never did."

I sensed the one who said this was Juyeon and he sounded very serious about what he was talking about.

My anxiety started to kick in.

What was I going to hear next?

"I know, she would never deserve this. But I really do like her. I could just keep it as my secret." Now Sunwoo talked, he sounded like he meant what he said.

But what was the damn secret they were talking about? How bad was it?

"Oh wow Sunwoo! You finally fell in love, congrats. Just sad that she was only a game to you in the beginning. You decided to play with the wrong heart." Juyeon said in a very loud and angry tone.

Was he trying to protect me?

"He's right, you should tell her before it will be too much and she finds out herself. Honestly, I hoped she would break up with you because you can be an egoistic ass sometimes!" Now Jacob exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry guys. But I can't. I will lose her if I tell her that she was a bet. I will lose her, and she will hate me. I couldn't handle that."

I gasped quietly, pressing my palm on my mouth to stay silent.

It was pretty much to take.

My boyfriend just confessed that I was just a bet!? Someone who No one cares about. That's what I was for them.

"But you have to Sunwoo, she's too pure. You will break her. You know she has no one that would take care of her. She was new and lonely when she came here. You made her feel safe and now you're doing this to her? She will never forgive you and feel safe with you again." Juyeon scolded and as I watched them through a little split between the door of the gym hall I saw him grabbing Sunwoo by the collar of his muscle shirt aggressively, having dangerous sparkles in his eyes.

"Either you will do it or I will! And maybe one of us will take her from you. Someone who cares about her heart and feelings." Juyeon grabbed him harder and shook him.

I couldn't watch and hear that any longer so I decided to interrupt their fight.

I abruptly swung the door open, earning all of the boy's eyes.

I approached them pretty fast and pushed Juyeon from Sunwoo.

I didn't want them to hurt each other, although probl all I was for them was a little doll to play with.

"Stop. This is kindergarten. You all are so immature, I can't believe it." I sighed heavily.

Then I locked eyes with Sunwoo, staring in his soul mercilessly.

"You really never would have told me? God, it is really frustrating when you find out, you never knew who your only friends really are. You are little boys, all you care about is fun. Grow the fuck up!" I scoffed at my broken state.

Being ashamed that I had let them do so much to me already.

I looked at all of them. Sunwoo, Juyeon, Jacob, Kevin and Eric. I was honestly disappointed.

And they were also guiltily looking back at me.

"What? Are you enjoying seeing me suffer under your game?" I asked.

"Look Y/N, we are truly sorry for what we did. I know it was immature and I promise we will make it up to you."

I scoffed again at Juyeon's words with a weak sarcastic smile on my lips.

"Do you think I still want to hang out with you guys? You betrayed me. I'm not dumb, I know you sprayed rumours around about me, just so everyone was going to keep their distance to me. And I think you didn't even realize that you did this so you had me just to yourself. While I was too blind of happiness. I hate you for what you did. I won't be your puppet any longer!" I made clear while my vision started to blurry because my eyes were getting teary.

Sunwoo grabbed my arm in desperation.

"Please don't break up with me." His begging voice sent a shiver down my spine.

"That's all you have to say? I think it would be the best if I would leave you and your games alone."

Tears started silently rolling down my cheeks.

But still, no one was talking or reacting. Just pleading eyes were looking at me.

"I wonder who will be the next victim. Whatever, I hope you will have your fun." I smiled pathetically and turned around.

"Don't leave us Y/N. We love you and never wanted to hurt you." Juyeon's calming voice stopped my movements.

I looked at him again.

"You love me so much that you forget how to care about my feelings? I loved you too, but it's over for now." I stated and left the hall.

They looked after me in sadness.

Third person's POV

"See what you did, Sunwoo!" Eric pushed him to the ground.

Sunwoo looked down, letting his tears fall on the ground as well.

"Now we all lost the only girl we ever liked!" Juyeon kicked Sunwoo in his stomach, making him clench his jaw in pain.

"Stop, Y/N doesn't like when we hurt someone, especially each other." Kevin wanted to stop him from hitting the crying boy on the ground by grabbing his arm.

But he wouldn't budge and continued, making him bleed and bruised all over.

"She is gone now!" Juyeon yelled and kicked Sunwoo again, earning quiet cries and groans from him.

"It's enough!" Jacob shoved him away from the almost defaced Sunwoo.

"You can't hurt your best friend!" He reminded him with a strong tone.

"But he stole the girl that was supposed to be mine. It's his fault she left us!" Juyeon defended himself.

"We all lost her, Juyeon. But you don't have to hurt Sunwoo even more. Don't you see him?"

Juyeon now looked at him, sitting on the ground, still crying, with bruises all over his body and a bleeding nose and lip.

Now he felt slightly sorry for overdoing it, although he knew that Sunwoo's beloved girlfriend just broke up with him. That alone surely were so painful for him already.

Of course it was too much to handle for him.

After all Juyeon is the older one and he should have kept his control instead of beating him up.

And Sunwoo had even endured it, he did not flinch a single time that Juyeon punched him.

"Hey, sorry bro." He tapped his shoulder in apology.

"I will take you home, come on." Jacob helped him to stand up so they could walk to his car.

•the next day•

Sunwoo walked through the busy halls of his high school.

He was sad, angry at himself and depressed.

He loved her so bad but he screwed up.

And he understood why Juyeon beat him up yesterday, he was glad so he wouldn't have to hurt himself for a while.

His head was down and the playful smile he always wore was completely gone.

Suddenly he felt a small hand grab him, that pulled him to the narrow room where stuff for the facility manager was.

He couldn't make out the face of the person that took him there until she was standing face to face with him in this room.

Now his eyes glowed, it was the prettiest face he had ever seen.

It was his girl, the one that broke his heart just yesterday. But all he cared about was that she was standing in front of him now.

Y/N's POV

It was me, and he had broken my heart even more.

"Who did this to you?" I wanted to know instantly, coming straight to the point.

"Huh?" He was surprised I even talked to him.

"Who beat you up like this?" I exerted more pressure in my voice.

"Oh, um.." Sunwoo looked down, suddenly so shy and insecure.

What was going on?

Usually he was the one that would do this to people that bothered him, but he would never let someone do this to his handsome face.

I wondered if his face was the only affected place on his body, so I slowly lifted up his thin t-shirt, exposing hurted muscles and bruises all over his stomach.

It looked really painful.

I never saw him being hurt that much. And it also affected me.

To know that I hadn't had protected him, made me feel guilty.

I felt bad.

"Sunwoo, who the fuck did this to you? And why did you let this even happen?"

He was looking in my eyes, down at me, not sure if he should tell the truth.

But I think he learned his lesson, lying is bad and has consequences.

"It was Juyeon. But it's fine, I allowed him." He talked unusually quietly and I didn't like it at all. I hated it.

I wanted my confident Boyfriend back that wanted to hold my hand the whole day and whenever he had the chance, kissed me to give me his love and affection.

Where was the old Sunwoo?

"Why?"

How could Juyeon do this to him?

He, no, all of them knew what I thought of physical aggression.

"I miss you Y/N." He cried in the crook of my neck after he had made a quick step forward.

When I didn't move, he put his hands around my waist and hugged me gently.

"It's been one day." I reminded him.

He could have handled that.

"Yes, but I know that I lost you forever." He hugged me tighter.

I heard him sniff his tears back.

"Why do you care so much?" I started patting his back lightly.

Even though he hurted me so much with his actions, I still cared about him. More than about anyone else.

"Because I love you Y/N."

He really did?

I knew he and his friends were a little obsessed with me, but he never actually said these three words.

And now I even knew, he wasn't the only one that had serious feelings for me.

Juyeon had done this to him because he was angry at Sunwoo that I left him, and also his friends.

I figured that he did this because he also had feelings for me. I could judge only by his look and body language the day before. And I wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

Iliked him too, everyone of them, but not the way I liked Sunwoo. It would make things even more complicated between us.

"Why did you do this to me then?"

Sunwoo backed away a little, so he could see my face properly.

"We didn't know you when we started this. But when we got to know you, each of us felt something. I guess we just weren't aware that we were having feelings for you because we never really had some for anybody. So we were toxic and manipulated you and everyone that was interested in you, so no one would steal you from us. And I'm so so sorry, baby. I wanna have you back, I promise I changed."

I was impressed that he had explained everything so truthfully.

And I was proud in some way.

He had always controlled me, but he also always was my little boy.

They all were clingy and needy around me, just how someone would act when they liked someone.

I think I could forgive him if he would prove to me that he had really changed.

But could I forgive Juyeon for doing this to his best friend, for losing his self control and letting him down like this?

"And why let you Juyeon hurt you? You are supposed to be kind to each other, as friends. He truly hurt you. Look." I stroked my thumb over his lip where a little bit of dried blood was left.

On his left cheek was a big, green and blue bruise that went up to his eye. It was a bit swollen and he couldn't open his left eye completely.

I forgot everything around me and just admired his his cute baby face. Even if he looked a bit tired and miserable, I still found him utterly adorable.

"I wanna kiss you, Y/N." He whispered, when I noticed our position and that he was staring at me as well.

But I just didn't care anymore what he had done to me, I was sorry for what his friend did to him and that he was sad because I left him.

So I shove all my doubts away and tiptoed so I could kiss his full lips to convince my heart, that I had to give him another chance. It was everything I wanted at this moment.

I think I loved this boy.

Although it was probably pretty stupid of me to trust him again, I just needed him too much because he was everything I had and everything I always wanted.

He pressed me against his toned body and gave me a kiss full of love, to show me that I wouldn't regret choosing him over everything.

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Hi 👋 hope your staying safe! Can I request something with Santi, please? Could you write something where Santi and reader used to be friends as kids, Santi having looked out for reader when she was picked on or if she fell over at school, but then after he graduated they lost contact until years later reader reaches out to him randomly and they reunite, maybe fall in love??

Sorry if it's strange, I'm going through something similar but I'm trying to get the guts to reach out to the guy, it's nerve wracking!! 😳😨 Maybe reading something will give me a boost 😂

Tinder [Santiago Garcia x F!Reader]

Word count: 1,700

Rating: 18+ I guess? I don’t know. Nothing explicit, it’s just Tinder is an 18+ app.

Warnings: food mention, tinder mention, allusions to sex

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Tinder. It was so tedious. An app that had gained it’s reputation for being nothing more than a “hookup app” or even a “sex app”. It was associated with superficiality and laced with sexual innuendos. It was the app that had been accused of igniting modern day hookup culture. It was the app that Santiago Garcia frequented every damn day. The man even paid a premium! It was a quick and easy way for him to meet girls for drinks and a quick fuck. It’s all a man like Santiago had time for. Falling in love wasn’t an option for him. It was something he’d never considered until Games Night last week. 

Once upon a time, Will’s small living room was just filled with him, Santiago, Frankie, Benny and Tom, but the head count had grown extensively over the past few years. Tom had reconciled with Molly, Yovanna and Benny had something going on, and now even Frankie was engaged to the blonde haired, blue eyed girl who sat quietly in the corner sipping tea and doodling in her sketchbook. 

Santiago didn’t mind the girls. In fact, he actually enjoyed their company, but their presence only had him yearn for something more. He’d never been one to think about settling down or starting a family of his own, but he felt an indirect pressure. Maybe trying out one long term relationship wouldn’t be so bad after all? But he was so used to his flings. How was he ever going to grow out of his commitment issues and find someone he could really connect with.

Truthfully, he’d already found her, about fifteen years ago.

You and Santiago Garcia were the best of friends. You used to do everything together; walking home from school hand in hand, singing and dancing when you thought no one was around, playing LEGO and building up jigsaw’s. He was your soulmate, in every sense of the word. But you can’t stay young forever and eventually Santiago left your small neighbourly town to join the military. And you never saw him again.

Which is why it was a surprise when you, half asleep at 2 am, and drooling on your pillow, lazily swiped right on his profile. You weren’t even paying attention. Just another tanned skin man with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. It was a haze, and your desperation to move on from your ex boyfriend had you yearning to meet someone new. You groaned tiredly, deciding you were never going to find someone as good as your ex, switched your phone off and shoved it under your pillow before finally getting some sleep.

At around 3 am, Santiago still wasn’t asleep, thanks to his roommate Frankie and his fiancée keeping probably the whole apartment complex awake. He pulled out his phone from his nightstand and checked Tinder. That’s when he saw you. Before even checking your name, he could tell it was you by that familiar sparkle in your eyes, and the way your perfect lips curled into a smile. It might have been fifteen years since he’d last seen you, but just looking at your photo made it feel like yesterday. He couldn’t contain his wide grin as he flicked through your photos. You looked just as beautiful as ever, and Santiago recalled the crush he had on you when you were both kids. He wondered how come you hadn't settled down already. He knew you always dreamed of getting married and having kids, with a big house and a big dog. So why were you on Tinder?

In a simple spur of the moment, Santiago swiped right.

‘It’s a match!’ the words blew up on Santiago’s screen and illuminated the dark bedroom. Streamers and confetti exploded around your photo; the typical thing that always happened when he matched with women on Tinder, only now it actually felt like celebrating. This meant that you must’ve swiped right on him too. 

You spent the morning the same way you always did, laying in bed and checking the notifications on your different social media. Just before you were about to get up, you remembered how you’d impulsively installed Tinder the night before and, on a whim, you opened the app to see if you had matched with anyone.

You scrolled through the eight matches you’d gained through the night, frowning and twisting your face in disgust at some of the profiles. You really hadn’t been paying attention to who you were swiping.

Your eyes went comically wide when you read the name at the end of the list.

‘You have matched with: Santiago Garcia! Say hi!’

It was like time had frozen and you read the words over and over again. Santiago Garcia. Santiago Garcia. Santiago Garcia. You wondered how many Santiago Garcia’s lived in New York City - or more specifically, only three miles away?!

You hammered your thumb into your screen to view his profile and you were blown away as you went through his photos. That was definitely him. That was definitely your childhood best friend. Although his hair was once dark and curly, it was now short and slightly salt and peppered. He had a slight graze of facial hair in all of his photos, and in most of them, he was seen to be hanging out with a bunch of other guys. Wait- was that Francisco Morales too? They were still friends?

You were so nervous to say something. Truthfully, if you had come across his profile at any other moment where you weren’t half asleep, and hopelessly desperate for love, your fear would’ve stopped you from swiping right. You’d been in love with Santiago since pre-school. It had been over a decade but you still thought about him every single day and cherished those long lost moments you spent together. 

But the reality was, that he’d swiped right on you too. He was interested in you as well! Which had to count for something. You took a deep breath and typed out the words “Hello :)” before quickly turning your phone off and throwing it across your bedroom. 

You sat bolt upright in your bed for a few moments, contemplating what you had done. You told yourself it would be okay and asked yourself what was the worst that could happen. You sighed and forced yourself out of bed to get ready for the day ahead.

Turning off your phone was a good idea because you’d actually forgotten about messaging Santiago until about lunch time. You flicked through the television channels, holding a lazily put together sandwich in your free hand, and landed on a dating game show. You considered applying, thinking about how fun it might be, when you remembered you might already have a shot with someone else. Santiago. You dropped your sandwich on the coffee table in a frenzy, ran to your bedroom and turned on your phone. The painful minute it took to completely boot up sent butterflies rampant in the pit of your stomach.

Santiago: Hey! How you doing? I gotta say I was really surprised to see that we matched last night. It’s been a long time!

Oh my god. He’d replied. He’d replied three hours ago and you hadn’t said anything back. Shit. You wondered if you had already blown your chances, but little did you know, Santiago had been holding out for a message from you for a long time.

You: Right...almost fifteen years, I think! I’m okay. How are you?

You pressed send and took a deep breath. It was okay. Just casual small talk. It would be okay. You slid your phone into your pocket and went back to eat your sandwich. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the game show, you just couldn’t stop thinking about Santiago.

“Santi! You got a new message!” Frankie called from the other room, taking a huge, messy bite out of a candy bar and picking up his phone.

“Frankie! I’m literally on the toilet… can it wait?” Santiago cried, face palming and chuckling incredulously. Living with his best friend for five long years meant that Santiago had become accustomed to interactions like this.

“No, I don’t think so,” Frankie mumbled, knotting his eyebrows together as he read the notification that had popped up on the screen. “Hey, are you talking to Y/N L/N from high school?”

“Wh- what?” Santiago asked, feeling his cheeks flush.

“Oh my God you are!” Frankie gasped excitedly, typing in his friend’s passcode for his phone and getting inside. “On Tinder!”

Santiago finished up washing his hands and walked out the bathroom, an unamused scowl drawn upon his lips. Frankie swallowed at his best friend’s expression.

“This has to stop,” Santiago warned, taking his phone from Frankie’s hand. “I love you buddy, I really do. But you’re getting married next Summer. You can’t keep trying to talk to me while I’m on the toilet!” 

Frankie laughed and rolled his eyes before getting back to his video game. 

Santiago was shocked to be reminded that you had remembered exactly how long it had been since you last saw each other. He began to compose his next message. You practically screamed when you felt your phone vibrate at the notification.

Santiago: I’m well, thanks for asking. Would you be interested in meeting up sometime for a few drinks? I’d love to catch up.

Drinks. A catch up. It sounded perfect. You already found your mind racing as you wondered what to wear.

You: That sounds great!

Santiago’s reply came fleetingly.

Santiago: Are you free tonight? X

Tonight was so soon… but you were free, and it felt like you’d been waiting forever to reunite with your childhood crush. And he felt the same way. It was so exciting for both of you.

You: Tonight sounds great. See you then :) x 

You and Santiago spent the rest of the day in anticipation to see one another. You didn’t know then, but the accidental Tinder encounter turned out to be the long lasting and perfect relationship both you and Santiago craved. The soulmates were reunited at last.

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we’ll be counting stars | k.th. | 3

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pairing: idol!Taehyung x publisher!Reader

rating: nc-17 (for language and themes)

summary: You’d sworn off love and relationships forever. You were here to do your job - work with the biggest boyband of the world. Not forge friendships and...and whatever it was that you and Taehyung were building up with these sneaky glances. It was, to be very fair, your Chief Editor’s fault that you’d landed in this mess. Maybe you should quit your job? Maybe you should quit life -

Oh, he was staring again, and did he freaking lick his lips?

warnings: swearing (reader’s got a potty mouth) + this is set like 5 years in the future + reader has emotional issues, she's a relationship phobe + mentions of weed

genre: so much ANGST ugh + fluff + comedy + some crack

words: 5 k

note: hey, y'all. so last month i went on a new year's trip to my boyfriend's city (yes, covid has forced us into an ldr, fml) and got too occupied in all the celebrations and reunions, and this got delayed. also, you might have noticed how the chapters progressively grow wordier, lmao i'd been confused. but i think i've found the perfectly comfortable number now. expect this length from now on. thank you for reading~💜

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You were, to be very honest, a complete mess at this point.

You hadn’t been quite certain as to what to expect when you’d picked Jungkook’s name out of the bowl in your office, but you could say with certainty that it hadn’t been even close to this. 

This boy was brimming with ideas! You hadn’t been able to get a single sentence in the midst of his own enthusiastic chatter, with words and ideas folding and layering all over each other. All you had done was nod, mumble words of agreement and appreciation—that you were pretty sure he didn’t even hear—and type it all. Freaking typing. So much typing.

So basically, the entirety of yesterday spent fussing over the repertoires to ensure that the list of tasks for the first set of three weeks were well-constructed had led to this—not being able to so much as tell him about the questions your team had so meticulously framed! You felt irked, amused, exasperated, exhausted, and at the same time, really fucking lost. 

How were you supposed to interrupt him without disrespecting him? You didn’t have a great amount of tact and usually just cut to the chase. Which was generally an appreciated quality in your profession, because no writer wanted to be just lathered with compliments to later find out his work was actually bullshit that no one wanted to read. But this situation was different. You felt pressured, nervous and out of your element. Because you really had no idea how to respectfully stop this guy from making a mess of all your hard work.

He was Jeon freaking Jungkook of BTS, for God’s sake!

How could you shut him up?

You were both in Jungkook’s personal studio in the BTS dorm. The boy was seated on a couch across the coffee table from your own, literally swimming in a trillion size bigger t-shirt and some loose sweatpants. His hair floof-ed all over the place as he spoke, bubbling and bursting with enthusiasm. Which he was doing a lot of. Speaking, that is.

For the better part of two hours now, you’d been listening to him go on and on about what all he wanted to include in the book. Your fingers were nearly cramping with all the typing, but you’d promised the guys no recorders and you didn’t wanna miss anything he said. But it was freaking difficult with the speed he was going at! 

And also with the mess and reluctance in your own head. You were used to pulling the reins with writers. This situation was making you feel incompetent.

You hadn’t even touched your list, yet. What would your teammates think of you if their very team leader failed to finish with the assigned data collection and messed up the team’s hard work? Ugh!

Currently, Jungkook was having you make a list of all the people he needed to talk about in the book.

“And there was this boy my age, Ji-Hyun, he was so much better than me at everything! It is him, truly, that I credit my overachieving traits to. I had to work so, so hard—oh! Please also note down Mun-Hee’s name! She was the best dancer in my entire school. So… wait, where was I?” He looked up at you with wide big, round eyes.

You opened your mouth to speak—was this when you asked him to shut up? It had to be, right, because this was the first time he’d actually prompted you to speak. 

You meant to take your shot, but then stopped. You blinked. Looked back at your laptop. Blinked again. 

You were so confused, right now. “Uh, Ji-Hyun was better than you—”

“Oh yes!” Jungkook exclaimed, launching off into a detailed story about how and in what respects, exactly, this guy was better than Jungkook.

You shut your eyes. This had gone beyond “taking notes” and was quickly turning into Jungkook enthusiastically reminiscing his childhood and freaking telling you tales about it. And he seemed to be enjoying himself so thoroughly, looking so adorable, that it felt very wrong to ask him to stop even when you tried to avoid the added pressure of him being a whole ass idol.

But you had actual work to do. And you were leading a team. You couldn’t act so unprofessionally.

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have told the boys that this was going to be like “making friends.” Jungkook seemed to have taken it too literally.

Biting down on your lip, you cleared your throat. He didn’t acknowledge it. Sighing, you shut your laptop. “Jungkook?”

This time, he stopped mid-word, looking at you with his lips rounded in a pout, sparkling eyes turning into saucers. 

Now, you were in no way attracted to the guy, but you really could not deny how freaking cute he looked in the moment. 

“All okay?” he asked, looking at you and then the shut laptop on your lap.

You took a deep breath, winced a little, and then shook your head. “No, Jungkook. We need to pause…” You had to stop speaking when his face crumpled. “Whoa…um?”

Jungkook slumped in his place, shoulders sinking. “I’ve been giving horrible ideas, haven’t I?”

Your eyes widened. “What? No! Absolutely not! That isn’t the case, I was…”

He wiped his face with both his hands before looking at you with really sad eyes, all enthusiasm from some time ago washed away. “Then what? You can tell me, it’s okay.”

Now. You prided yourself to be a practical human being who strived to be as straightforward in her life as possible. But right now, you really could not stop yourself from lying your way out of this one. You decided to blame it on the fear of upsetting a client, and not the impossible-to-control empathy that Jungkook’s doe eyes seemed to naturally draw out of people. 

“I just need a coffee. It’s been a while, my hands need a break. And my brain’s kinda overwhelmed, too,” you expertly lied, relaxing when Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted.

“We’ve been sitting here for long, haven’t we?” he said in an almost guilty tone before standing up. “And I didn’t even show you around the dorm!”

You tried to tell him how it was really not necessary, not to mention a bit too personal and…not what you were here for? But he was already moving towards the door and beckoning you along.

“Come on, let’s drop by the kitchen and then we’ll take a walk around the property!” he enthusiastically announced.

You stood up and followed him out of the room, awkwardly trying to ignore the two bodyguards that had stood as still as mannequins while you were in the room and then started to follow Jungkook wordlessly as you left.

The walk to the kitchen was a short one, and the place was, unsurprisingly, not empty.

Your team members along with their partnered BTS members had been assigned one particular space in the dorm, each. According to the email you received last evening, the kitchen was supposed to be used by Simon and— 

“Taehyungie-hyung! Are those chicken burgers?” Jungkook excitedly rounded the kitchen island to peek into the paper bag Taehyung was fiddling with. “They smell so good…”

You looked from Jungkook’s face that was awash with childlike excitement to Taehyung’s, and your breath caught when you found his eyes already trained on you. While you struggled to formulate a coherent thought at the intensity his eyes seemed to be emanating, yet again, his lips slipped into an easy smile.

“Hello!” he greeted you cheerily, bowing his head.

You, dazedly, bowed back and dragged your feet up to the island, standing across from the two guys. “Hey,” you mumbled in English.

His smile widened further to show his teeth. “Food?” he asked you in English, nodding at the burger Jungkook was pulling out of the bag.

You shook your head. “No, coffee,” you responded in Korean, earning raised eyebrows from him.

“I hate coffee.”

You smiled, this time. “You’re missing out.”

“Can I call you by your name?” he asked out of the blue, and you did a double take.

“Uh…yes?” you stammered. “Yes, of course Taehyung-ssi.”

“You should call me Tae.”

You swallowed, continually nodding your head like a damn puppet. “Yes. Tae. Sure.”

“I’m bac—boss?” 

You twisted on your heels at the familiar squeak. “Simon, hi,” you mumbled, professionalism slipping over you in the blink of an eye at having a member of your team in your vicinity. “Where did you wander off to?”

Simon seemed to be sweating a bit, and you really couldn’t really tell why. You’d just asked a simple question. 

Maybe you’d become too scary…

“Just the loo,” Simon responded with a forced giggle. 

You nodded, giving him a long look and observing how his smile grew progressively weirder. Then you turned back to the island. And nearly choked.

Taehyung’s fringe hung over his eyes, making his eyes look that much more hooded. His lips were twisted up as he watched you.

Oh, dear God, did this guy have a crush on you or something? But how? Why? 

He was a bonafide Greek God, and you were…well. Not.  

And needless to say, he was literally not allowed to have a crush on you. Or anybody else, for that matter. It was against BigHit’s policies. According to what you’d read, the boys were to wait out one more year, as of now, before indulging in any sort of romance.

You were, by contract, also bound to not encourage any such advancements. Not that smiling at you could be considered one, to be honest. He could very well be trying to make friends, and you could be reading too much into it.

You decided to stop thinking so much.

“You want to eat something?” Jungkook asked as he handed you a cup of brew.

You smiled and shook your head. “I don’t eat at work. None of us do.” You eyed Simon and he nodded with his gaze wide. “Disturbs the momentum.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t consider this strictly work,” Taehyung spoke up in that deep ass voice of his, startling you. “We’re also making friends, here. This is also not your office, but our home.”

And then he grinned at you with all of his teeth. You felt your cheeks heating up.

This was not going according to plan. 

You were panicking.

Flashing Taehyung a close-lipped smile, you stepped away from the counter. “Um, Jungkook?” you mumbled. “D’you guys have a pool in the house?” 

Jungkook looked surprised but as enthusiastic as ever. He nodded, his hair bouncing all over. “Come on!”

Throughout your walk around the house, you had tried to slip in ideas from your first three week’s layout to Jungkook that would fascinate him enough to make him at least want to hear them out. And, you’d proudly like to claim, it had worked.

Jungkook had heard your plans and had even asked you to pull the list up on your laptop to have a look at it. And henceforth, you’d made tremendous progress.

And now, at nearly nine o’clock of the night, you and your team were taking your leave for the day. 

You had exchanged brief words with all the members to see how they found their partners. Currently, you were conversing with Yoongi.

“ARMYs know a lot about all of that,” the guy said, referring to his life before BTS. “But there’s still a lot that they don’t. I talked to Nathan about all of it, we made notes. I’m really excited about the book.”

You gave him a professional grin. “I couldn’t be happier! Nathan’s got a really innovative mind. I’m sure he’ll make this a good experience for you.”

Nodding, Yoongi wished you a good night and bowed. You bowed back, moving away from the building and towards the vans waiting to drive you back to your hotel.

Jimin flashed you a wide grin as you got into the car. “Have a good night,” he wished you, shutting the door like a gentleman. Then he peeked and waved at Areum, your team member assigned to him. “See you tomorrow, Areum-ssi!”

Namjoon followed suit with a hand forwarded through the window for you to shake. “How did today go for you?” he asked you in English, causing Hoseok to elbow Jungkook, probably asking the younger to eavesdrop. Jungkook’s eyes met yours, though, and the two of you shared a covert giggle. “Did we meet your expectations?”

You smiled, formally. “It was… a good introduction of sorts, I’d say. Highly informative. Moderately productive. And we didn’t have any expectations, per se, but my team really loved you guys. We’re super excited to be working with you.”

You looked around yourself, prompting the three team members seated with you to nod in agreement. “Likewise!” Namjoon nodded at you, his smile turning his eyes to crescent moons.

“Thank you. How was your experience with Sana?” you asked him, nudging the girl sitting next to you.

Namjoon grinned with his teeth. “Amazing! She’s really compassionate and driven. Today’s session was interesting and felt comfortable. I’m eagerly looking forward to more.”

You secretly exhaled in relief. Sana had been the one person on your team that you’d been the most worried about. It was good to learn that she’d managed to impress Namjoon despite her initial nerves.

Next to you, she gave a short, very professional chuckle, and leant by you to nod at Namjoon. “Thank you, Namjoon-ssi.”

“Have a safe journey and a good night,” Namjoon wished you before peeking into the car. “Bye, Sana! See you tomorrow!”

You waved at the boys and their manager as your van started to move. You looked behind to check that the other one, carrying the remaining three members of your team, was following closely behind.

“What a day!” Simon exclaimed from his seat opposite you.

“You can say that again,” you mumbled, massaging your temples. “And what was up with you? You looked really wound up when I saw you in the kitchen.”

Simon took his glasses off and rested his head against the back of the van’s seat. “Let’s just wait it out, boss. I’ll tell you later if I absolutely have to. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

You frowned, but let him be. 

Today was just the first day. If you stuck to your schedule, you would have a hundred and twenty five more of these before this project was done.

You could do it.

Right?

You, as it turned out by the end of the first week, could do it. The same couldn’t be said about Simon, though.

On Saturday night, barely an hour after you’d all retired to your rooms after dinner, Simon sent an SOS to the group chat. The six of you were in his room within a minute.

“You look physically okay,” Nathan, the only other guy on the team, mumbled as he squinted at the bespectacled nervous wreck. “What’s up?”

“I can’t do this anymore!” Simon blurted out.

All eyes immediately landed on you.

You did a double take. “Come again? You can’t do what anymore?”

He sighed, shrinking into himself as Riya, another member of your team, sleepily sat on one corner of his bed. “You can’t quit the project, Si,” she mumbled, patting his shoulder. “You signed a contract.”

Simon’s wide eyes met yours. You raised your eyebrows.

“Then—then I need a different partner.”

Sana clicked her tongue. “No can do. We’ve all worked on our homeworks. No one’s gonna sacrifice theirs for you.”

You agreed, so you stayed quiet when Simon looked at you in hopes of a counter.

“I can’t go into another week, please! It’s…” Simon trailed off with a helpless expression on his face.

You sighed. “Everyone, out.”

Your team trickled out of the room, tossing curious glances and hushed whispers your way.

“What is it?” you questioned Simon when it was just the two of you.

“He’s too intense. I have a huge crush on him.”

Your jaw fell open. “Dude… I… what? You have a fiance!”

He exhaled. “Yeah, he cheated on me.”

You drew a sharp breath, shocked. “Oh. Oh, my God, what? What the hell’s been going on with you, I’m so sorry, Simon. Are you…okay? When did you find out?”

“I’d been suspicious for a whole week, hoping it’d turn out to be a lie.” He sighed. “Guess not. But, don’t worry.” He waved a dismissive hand. “I’ll deal with it, no big deal. It’s happened before. I’ve done it before, too, that’s not the issue. The problem is that, right now, this is all making me wanna kiss Taheyung. What the fuck do I do, boss?”

You sympathised with the guy and felt responsible, in a way. After all, you’d been the one that forced him to propose to his boyfriend so that you could bring him with you on this project. If only you knew what kind of a toxic pair these two were! Goddammit. 

But, this guy was really telling you he couldn’t focus on work properly because he wanted to kiss Taehyung? For real?

What a guy.

“Get a fucking grip, Simon, what else?” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up. 

“No, I can’t. Don’t you think I have tried, already? Please take me off this project before I fuck things up for all of us and the company.” He shut his eyes, rubbing his face with both his palms. “And I’ve also, technically, broken the contract, so… Ask Boss to send someone else in.”

Was this happening for real? You were caught between wanting to smash the glass vase kept next to you over Simon’s head, and hurling yourself over the balcony.

You inhaled deeply, then exhaled. You could, realistically, do neither of the above. So you thought clinically and professionally, and made the sound decision to burden your boss with this mess instead of trying to sweep it under the rug by yourself.

“Fine.” You cleared your throat. “Take a break tomorrow. I’ll have a word with Manager Woo, he’ll talk to Taehyung. Tomorrow’s a Sunday, so I’ll be calling Boss for the first weekly check-in. I’ll ask her if something can be done to replace you on the team.”

Simon nodded with a grimace, which may have been his attempt at trying to smile.

You retired to your room on heavy feet. How could things go south in a week? You had barely begun and a buckload of bullshit was on you already.

Exhaling, you opened your laptop to leave a mail for Manager Woo. Quoting a personal emergency, you drafted an apologetic letter stating Simon’s absence tomorrow and asked the man to forward your apologies to Taehyung as well. At the same time, you were also mentally seasoning yourself for a possible confrontation with Taehyung when you went in tomorrow. 

You’d just put your laptop away when your phone rang. Frowning, you lifted it up, only to silent the ring with a groan.

Ever since you landed in Seoul, your best-friend cum roommate back at home had taken to giving you a call every single night. Even when you didn’t pick up. Ever.

Every morning you would text him an apology, and every night he would call again. It’d been a week to this pattern, now.

Why was he doing this? You’d made it abundantly clear that you weren’t going to get roped into any kind of affair with him—emotional or physical. What did he want, now?

For a second, you wondered if he was maybe only just concerned about your well-being in a foreign country? But then you dismissed it, immediately. Why would he? What had you ever done to deserve his—or anyone’s, really—concern? You were a bitch to the majority of people in your life, without trying and even meaning to. Why would anyone give a fuck about you without ulterior motives, right? 

Lying back on your pillows, you looked at the ceiling.

You’d been absolutely horrible at treating people with compassion and care for the majority of your life. You were always labelled either too prudish, too selfish, too career-oriented, or plainly, too narcissistic by people around you.

And, strangely enough, it never bothered you. 

But that didn’t mean you had not cared about anyone, ever. You had. Too much too, once upon a time. But what had that left you with? Expectations and hurt. 

So then, wasn’t it better to not care at all, and not expect at all? You never got hurt, this way.

Sighing, you rolled over to your side, tugging the covers up to your chin. Lifting up your phone from the nightstand, you turned it to silent.

An unread message was displayed on the locked screen:

Looks like you went to bed early again, lol. Hope you’re safe, warm and relaxed. Have a good day at work tomorrow xo

You sighed, yet again. You did not need anyone’s hugs and kisses for your day to be good. Why couldn’t people take a hint?

Shutting your eyes, you tried to get some sleep.

You were absolutely not surprised when, barely an hour into a fierce discussion about his school life, you and Jungkook were disturbed by a knock on the door. But Jungkook was, and jumped at the loud rapping, his wide eyes flashing to the door.

Your back being to the doorway, you looked at the boy expectantly to inform you of the intruder. Not that you didn’t already know.

Jungkook didn’t say anything, though, and simply kept looking behind you with raised eyebrows and rounded eyes. You sat very tightly wound up, contemplating whether to peek around the sofa’s high back or to stand up, when a deep, heavy voice enunciated your name. 

You stood up, slowly, pulling on a professional frown of very minute concern on your face. You willed yourself to act surprised when your eyes met a timid looking Taehyung’s. And, you actually slightly were, too. Why did he seem so shifty and nervous?

“Hello, Tae,” you wished, formally bowing to greet him.

He bowed back, licking his lips as he stood back straight up. “May I please borrow you for a few minutes?”

You twisted on your heels to look at Jungkook. It took him a few seconds to focus on your stare and recognise the question. “Oh! Sure! Of course! I’ll be here, I’ll wait.”

Nodding in gratitude, you stepped out of the studio to join Taehyung in the lounge area attached to the kitchen.

“I know what you would ask—”

“Have I not been cooperating well with Simon?” Taehyung cut you off with a question you were not expecting.

You frowned. “What makes you say that? He had a personal emergency today, Tae, that’s all! I’m sure he must be having a great time working with you.”

Taehyung sighed. “You think, or you know?”

How were you supposed to answer that? You bit your lip, trying to read Taehyung’s eyes, but the collar-bones peeking above the wide neckline of his oversized, brown t-shirt kept distracting you. On some level, you could understand what Simon must have been facing. But! You were all supposed to be professional adults and quell any unprofessional thoughts and not foster them!

You turned your face to your feet, not missing the wide-legged, knee-length shorts Taehyung wore. You mentally cursed yourself.

His sigh floated over to you. “I hope it isn’t something I did. I know I can seem a bit overwhelming sometimes and uninterested at other times, but… I am excited for this project and I really want to give it my best, too.” His eyes looked pained when you met them again. You softened. “Please tell me the truth.”

You drew in a breath. “It’s just as I told you, Tae. Simon has to sort some issues out in his personal life. And what makes you think you’re too overwhelming or uninterested? Did Simon say something?”

“No, no!” Taehyung immediately shook his head. “I just…speak from previous experiences. I don’t collaborate with people that well. I tire them out. And Simon… I don’t think we like each other’s approach very much. I feel like he doesn’t really agree with my ideas, just goes along out of courtesy.”

Your lips turned downwards. “I’m sure it’s none of that, Tae. Absolutely positive. And if worse comes to worst and the two of you actually aren’t able to work together, we will arrange for a switch-up so that you’re able to work comfortably.”

Taehyung seemed to perk up at that. “Switch-up? Will you work with me?”

You narrowed your eyes. He seemed a bit too keen about wanting to work with you, didn’t he? You could very clearly recall your first meeting and how he’d seemed to wane when you told him you were paired up with Jungkook.

Curious.

“We’ll see how it unfolds. But as of now, I am partnered up with Jungkook and you’re fretting over nothing. Simon will be back tomorrow, and things will get back on track. I promise.”

You hoped.

Taehyung nodded, excusing himself to visit the kitchen and you took your leave and came back to an eagerly waiting Jungkook.

He stood up the moment you entered the room. “Is everything okay? Hyung looked sad.”

You honestly had zero idea as to what to tell Jungkook. Pursing your lips, you slowly nodded in contemplation as you made your way to your seat. “He’s not working well with Simon,” you honestly told him.

“Oh.” Jungkook’s lips rounded, forming an adorable pout. “Taehyung hyung has a very artistic soul,” he said, taking you by surprise. You leant forward to listen in with interest. “He tends to get awkward and insecure about his ideas and conceptualizations. They’re usually off-beat and hard to work with, but they’re amazingly creative if you look at them like an artist. Not everybody has the right vision for those things, though. Maybe that is why Simon is…” Jungkook trailed off with a shrug.

You bit your lip in consideration. Taehyung’s words echoed in your head. 

‘I don’t think we like each other’s approach very much.’

Maybe they really were mismatched, outside of Simon’s immature, unprofessional, god-awful behaviour, too.

“Hey, could we add him to our group?” Jungkook suddenly asked, confusing you.

“Huh?” you very eloquently responded. 

He gave a small giggle. “Hyung. Could he work with us? We have been pretty efficient, and you certainly seem to have an artistic vision.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Jungkook, that’s really flattering. But also, no, I don’t think we can do that. The contract we’ve all drawn has a couple of strict clauses and one-on-one sessions is one of them.”

Frowning, Jungkook nodded in acceptance.

The two of you resumed your discussions from before, but the vigour and drive was now lessened to a great extent. You, especially, couldn’t stop worrying. You were the leader of the team, after all.

Sunday night brought in the awaited conference call with your boss. 

Looking at her excited, smiling face on your computer screen, you couldn’t help but dread the news you were about to break to her.

“So. How is it going?” Your boss rubbed her hands together, wiggling her eyebrows. “How is Sana doing? You were quite wound up about her, if I remember correctly.”

“You do remember correctly. There’s good news and bad news,” you responded with a grimace. “Which one first?”

Your boss pursed her lips. “Don’t wanna immediately spoil my mood, so, the good one please.”

“Sana has been doing fantastic. She’s been nothing short of professional, and according to what I’ve seen and heard, Namjoon is really pleased with her,” you relayed, smiling when your boss sighed in relief.

“Okay, so that’s out of the way. What’s wrong?”

You sighed. Better rip the band-aid straight off. “Simon has a huge crush on Taehyung and feels like he broke the contract. He wants to leave.”

You watched quietly as your boss choked on an inhale, coughed, had some water, and sat back down to blink at you with a blank face. “These words must not leave your room. Or Simon’s. None of the BigHit staff must catch a wind of it.”

You groaned. “Please don’t ask me to work through this, boss, please—”

“Work through it, Y/N!” your boss cruelly cut you off. “This is such a tiny, little, manageable thing! Resolve it.”

You gawked. “You literally just choked—how is this little, boss?”

“Counsel Simon. Ask him to push through. Threaten his employment with us, if necessary.”

It was your turn to blink at her, owlishly. “And? That’s it?”

Your boss shrugged. “And if it doesn’t work out, swap him with someone else on your team.”

You sighed. “This is all such high school, teen flick bullshit. What the hell.”

“I know, hun. Which is why I’m asking you to manage it. And I know you can. You’re my favourite, Y/N.” Your boss nodded at you with a solemn look. “I have believed in your capabilities since day one. It’s time to make them shine.”

You nodded, dumbly. The back of your mind was hinting at an inkling that you were being manipulated by flattery, but the forefront was basking in all the praise and could really not be bothered.

All you had to do was keep the whole thing hush-hush from the BigHit people and keep Simon in line, right? You could manage that.

Bidding your boss goodbye, you rung up Simon.

“Hey, boss.”

“You’re coming with us tomorrow and you’re gonna be a fucking professional like you’re supposed to!” you barked into the phone. “Bottle up your feelings, or eat them—I don’t care. You’ll do the job you were here for, and you’ll do it right.”

There was a long, suspended silence at the other end. And then a sigh escaped Simon. “I don’t think I have a choice. Fine, I’ll try.”

You put your phone to silent and shut your eyes, knowing you’d receive another call tonight and that you won’t pick up tonight, either.

You lay back in the bed, gearing up for tomorrow.

If worse actually did come to worst, and Simon sent everything down the rabbit hole, who would you make him swap places with? All of you had built really amazing rapports with your assigned partners in just a week. No one would be willing to start over.

If it came to it, would you have to? Would you be able to?

You could maintain professionalism a hundred times better than Simon, that much was certain. But you and Jungkook had been working so well! And who was to say Simon wouldn’t cause trouble with Jungkook, too? 

You let out a whine, beyond mad at the situation this guy had landed you in.

But you’d have to navigate out of it, somehow. This was the biggest project of your life so far—the first ever you were heading. You would ensure everything worked out at the end.

You would tie all the loose ends and make it all work. You would.

(You literally had no choice.)

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Not meant to be (2)

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Reader

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You got up the next morning with a bright mood. Dressing up, you put your hair in a ponytail and left for the great hall. You knew what you had to do today. You’d talk to Sirius. Sebastian was right, he couldn’t be that bad. You remembered not wanting to judge anyone based on rumors. You got to the Ravenclaw table and sat beside your friends, serving yourself some food. You kept sneaking glances towards the Gryffindor table, not really joining in the conversation about the test that day. You finished with your breakfast and finally saw Sirius come in. You felt your heart do a little jump. Getting up slowly you moved towards him and tapped him on the shoulder lightly. He looked at you and you gave him a small smile.

“Sirius, can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked and he nodded as you both moved outside.

“So…” you started, looking at him expectantly.

“So?”                                            

“Okay, I know it’s a bit of a shock for us both, but I was thinking of not forcing ourselves into anything. What about we get to know each other a little bit? Be friends first?”

“I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” he said. You blinked.

“That I’m your soulmate.” You said looking at him for his reaction. His face remained stoic.

“Listen, I think you have a misunderstanding, I am not your soulmate. I don’t have one.” He said and your gaze immediately shifted to his hand seeing the leather bracelet he wore. Your heart thumped and you squeezed your eyes shut. No, this couldn’t be happening.

“Okay, if you were to remove that, are you sure I won’t see a star tattooed?” you whispered and his eyes widened a bit.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go see Dave, he’s expecting me.”

“So you’re just gonna pretend I don’t exist? That what I- we, felt yesterday was nothing?” you demanded and he huffed.

“I’m not pretending about anything.” He said pointedly going back into the hall. Tears fell down your cheeks and furiously rubbed them away. Not here, not now. Your legs felt too heavy for you to carry yet you walked around aimlessly. You should have known, a small voice in your brain said. He was Sirius Black; of course he wouldn’t accept you as his soulmate. It was like your heart was clawing you from inside. You were wishing for something you never had. You wanted to scream and cry, but somehow you couldn’t. Why you? Why were you supposed to be meant for someone who would never acknowledge you? Why was it you who would never find your other half?

You went into the girl’s washroom and locked yourself in the cubicle. You uttered a few silencing spells and finally cried. You looked at your wrist, and scratched and rubbed at the star furiously wanting it to just fade, wanting never to see it again. No, you could not accept this. You whimpered stroking the side of your arms.

You wiped away all the tears and got out of the stall. You washed your face and performed some spells to cover the red eyes. You looked at the star again which was a deep blue right then and performed some illusionment charms. It was like it never existed. Good, because you didn’t want it too. Taking a last look at yourself, you rushed to the transfiguration class.

***

“Professor, may I come in? I’m really very sorry for being late it won’t happen again.” You said as everyone looked at you.

“You’re 15 minutes late, (Y/n)” she said and finally looked up at you. You saw something cross her face. “I take your word for it and hope you don’t repeat it again. Come and take your test, I won’t be providing any extra time.”

You nodded and took the test from her, sitting in the chair nearest to you. Your head still thumped and you took some big gulps of water. No, you wouldn’t let someone who you barely knew destroy your grades or your life. You took out your quill and started scribbling everything you knew about turning a cup into a tortoise. You did not know how time passed. You looked at the clock when you finished your paper. 5 minutes to go. You revised it one last time and stood up to present it to McGonagall. She frowned slightly and her eyes skimmed through the parchment.

“Well done, (Y/n). You are one hard worker. I have very high expectations for your future; I hope to see you accomplish them.” She said. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t smile right then. Your eyes started watering again and you didn’t know why. Nodding tightly, you turned and left the class not noticing Sirius’s eyes follow you, specifically your wrist.

***

Sirius’s heart thumped in his chest, his stomach was all knotted up. Wasn’t he the one who said that she wasn’t his soulmate? Then why did it hurt so much seeing her bare wrist? He got what he wanted. No soulmate for him to worry about. It felt so wrong. His mind had been booming since he left her in the hallway. He couldn’t concentrate on his test. He kept sneaking glances at the classroom door wanting to see you. And yet, seeing you finally didn’t make him feel better. He shifted his bracelet a little to look at the star. Dark blue. He did that, he made you feel like that.

“Mr. Black!” his head snapped at his head of house who was scowling at him. “Your answer sheet, please.”

He gave her the sheet quietly and got up taking his bag. He joined his friends who were excitedly talking about the test. Somehow, none of that could dull the turmoil he was going through. James saw Lily and jogged to catch up with her. Remus walked alongside him.

“So, (Y/n)’s your soulmate, huh?” he asked and Sirius’s head whipped towards him. He opened his mouth to reply but the former just shut him.

“You don’t have to lie to me. I understand Sirius, if you don’t want to let anyone into your life, but she’s your soulmate, your greatest strength and most terrible weakness. And don’t feed me with your ‘I don’t have a soulmate bullshit.’ It’s time you accept it. If you let her go Pads, you’ll regret it. Very badly.” Remus said as Sirius’s eyes gleamed.

“And (Y/n) is one headstrong girl; I’ve talked to her so many times. She’s focused on her dreams; she would not wait for you if you let her go. She’ll find someone to be happy with. How would that make you feel?”

Sirius gulped.

“Exactly, Moony. Why would she wait for someone like me?”

***

Days passed after that. Neither of you made an attempt to see or talk to each other. You were glad to have a friend like Sebastian. He cheered you up like no other. The sting was there, of course it was. You saw Sirius every day. It was like you were invisible to him. It made your stomach twist up. It made you want to burn everything around you. You were reminded time and time again that he would never be with you.

Sirius kept sneaking glances at you. His gaze always shifted to you whenever you entered the room. How could it not? Sirius saw the smile you always gave to your close friends how you laughed with them. He would never admit it, but he would give up anything to make you look at him like that. And his heart constricted every time because now, there seemed to be no way you could ever talk to him again. He pushed you away. You weren’t even asking for much, just wanted to be friends and he replied in the meanest way possible. He took off his bracelet at night, seeing the colours float through the star. He smiled a little when it turned a bright yellow sighing that you were happy again.

***

It was the Charms class. Professor Flitwick was late and you sighed, sitting down near Sebastian. He turned to you excitedly.

“So, I heard that someone was singing in the shower today?” he said wriggling his eyebrows and you playfully punched his shoulder grinning.

“I’ll have you know that I am an excellent singer, shower or not.” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, my earflaps just open up when you sing.” He said sarcastically and you giggled.

“Alright, fine. I know I can’t sing.” You said shrugging. Sebastian gasped.

“How dare you insult the excellent voice you have?” he said with widened eyes and you laughed.

Sirius saw you and the other boy; he’d come to learn was one of your closest friends, giggle and laugh with each other. If he thought he couldn’t feel worse, he was so wrong. He was so far from you. He gulped, averting his eyes as he saw James notice him.

The professor entered the class mumbling apologies. He stood up on the little stool placed at the center of the class.

“Okay children! For the next assignment, you all will work in groups. And no, they will be pre-assigned.” He added as the class groaned.

You sighed as Sebastian went towards Lily and Grace.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n), Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.” He said and your eyes widened. It was already difficult pretending that Sirius ignoring you didn’t affect you. Now you were his project partner too? How were you even to look at him without letting your face say all the words you’d been hiding?

Sirius’s eyes sparkled as soon as the professor took his name with yours. Maybe this was his chance to get closer to you. But then he saw your face fall and his heart crushed. Did he repel you so much?

He saw as your eyes flicked over the class room to where he and his friends were sitting. You slowly moved and sat beside Remus giving them both a tight nod. Sirius gulped, looking straight ahead.

The rest of the lesson you spent noting down the details of the project. As the lesson ended, you sucked in a breath and turned towards the boys. You couldn’t avoid them forever.

“I think the first topic seemed to be the easiest to research upon. I’ve seen various books in the library on the very same. What do you guys think?”

“Well, it works for me.” Remus said smiling at you. Your eyes flicked over to Sirius as your heart skipped a beat. It had been so long since you saw him this close. Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, seems good.” He added.

“So I am free on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. What about you?”

“Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays” Sirius answered.

“Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Saturdays” Remus said.

“So, Wednesday’s and Saturday’s evening at around 4?” you asked hopefully.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“See you then!” you said giving them a small smile and forced yourself not look any longer at Sirius, who watched you with such a soft expression or you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep the feelings in.

A/N: My deerest peeps, I would love to know what you think. Written for Riley’s ( @wreckofawriter ) Cliche Month’s Challenge. Feedback is very much appreciated as it is like my coffee, energises me ;)

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EXCUSE ME MISS - II

Masterlist 

Part I

AUTHORS NOTE: Soooo, I felt like the vibes were incomplete, there were no private jets, cars, no major black girl luxury moments (they’re coming). I’m going to try to wrap this one up in 5 parts.

SUMMARY: Anon requested one with Trevante and the Reader based on the Jay-Z and Pharrell Excuse Me Miss video. So, I decided to have some fun with it.

PAIRING: Trevante x Reader, Erik x Reader

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The light streams into the room, beams slipping through sheer white curtains.

There’s a peace to this morning, no alarms, no rushing up and down the stairs – just the faint sweet smell of pancakes and the sounds of Chels’ cheffing playlist. You find yourself smiling, letting your body sink into the plush bed surrendering to the relaxation. Slow living brings you so much joy.

You smile in appreciation of all the finishes you diligently put into HQ, like the bath and rain shower. Putting a few drops of essential oil into your diffuser as you take a shower starting on an intricate face routine much neglected over the past few months.

The door opens and Robin smiles, her full lips and bright eyes sparkle.

“It’s nice isn’t it” she smiles handing you a cup of her infamous hot chocolate and sitting on the counter.

“Its paradise” you in the feeling of stillness.

“It’s been too long”

“It has” you agree with my eyes closed at the memory of life always being so sweet.

“Imagine if we could go shopping and get massages then eat at the mansion or rent a boat for the afternoon and work on our tans” Bella smiles entering your bathroom and the three of you stand there smiling with closed eyes.

“Soon” you sigh hopefully.

“Breakfast is ready” Chels says entering with a smile.

The vibe is so right you all walk into a group hug happy and hopeful. Last night had gone off without a hitch, each of you employing the necessary tactics to make the most of the big spenders. Best of all they wouldn’t miss the change they spent to have a good time. The four of you had been working yourselves to the bone for too long.

“Let’s eat!” Bella says leaving the bathroom first you file out until Chels stops you. The other girls go along and Chels takes an envelope out of her pocket.

“Erik’s payment for this month, it’s all there”  

“Thanks”

Chels smiles before you can, you both laugh a little before hugging away all the tension and bad blood caused by the financial stresses resulting from Chelsea’s bad decisions. Everything’s a little less contentious now that she’s finally over her depression about it and outing in just as much effort as everyone else to right the wrong. It’s even better when you all enjoy her gourmet breakfast. We all clean together enjoying the morning and each other’s company for the first time in what feels like forever.

“We’re, ten grand away from paying off the balance on the house we owe in arears” Robin says making everyone smile at the good news.

“I’ll try to sell some more bags” Chelsea offer’s but her style is so loud she has a lot of trouble ridding herself of her favorite pieces.

Bells smiles, “I’ll take on some extra hours at the shop, try to get in higher paying clients – up the ante on social media hopefully it brings us in some business”

“Ill keep scouting out more opportunities” Robin adds.

“How much do we owe Erik?” Bella asks and I do the calculations closing my eyes out of stress and irritation at the realization.

“50k” the response leaves everyone equally demoralized but the doom and gloom only lasts a moment before the bass of loud music and the purr of a luxury car is in within earshot of the house.

“Speak of the fucking devil” Chels grits.

Erik hops out of his black McLaren in Nike sweatpants and a matching t-shirt his hair is braided into a style freshly cut and relocked. His eyes smile when he sees me outside which is never a good sign. He’s like a predator, baring teeth isn’t a sign of docility.

“Hey baby” he taunts coming in for a kiss only to be pushed back. “Be nice, you owe me money” he responds reaching for the door behind you only to be stopped. “Why aren’t you at work? Your hairs freshly done too” he smiles running his hands through my silk press to work my nerves.

“Erik stop” I whisper, and he steps back finally swallowing.

“You have fun yesterday?” he asks.

Of course, he knows you think to yourself. It isn’t the late payment or genuine concern for your well-being it’s his ego.

“I’m twenty-five Erik I should be able to have some fun”

“Well since you’re not going to work, owe me money and don’t want me in the house – get your stuff”

“Pardon me?”

“What now you have a problem dressing sexy to get attention and get paid, I have a job for you” He says heading back into his car. “Don’t take long I’m not in the mood”

Just like that the perfect morning is ruined by your asshole ex. You head into the house to the girls waiting apprehensively.

“I’ll be back, he knows about last night, don’t make any moves with the” I pause mouthing MONEY before getting my purse and heading out before he gets too antsy. He opens the door for me letting me in the car.

Erik and I have history.

Not all the good kind.

He pulls off taking the freeway to his side of town. I take note of his sleepy expression, the slight bags under his eyes, his casual outfit and his irritation says he’s back from a job. He’s probably been up for at least  48 hours, definitely been traveling.

“So, if you just got back who squealed on me?”

Erik smiles at how well we know each other, “Doesn’t matter I run security at Onyx now”.

That’s a new development

“I don’t know how you make time for it all. The expansion, the odd jobs, keeping tabs on me”

“I prioritize what’s important” he mocks me kissing my hand. You shoot him a look that warns against his actions but it’s no use. The worst part about all of this is that you still find him attractive. If he had it in him to promise you, he was done with all the other women and that he could be a one woman man – you don’t think you could resist giving a relationship another shot.

“So, what’s the job?”

“The usual you go somewhere looking pretty, this time you’ll be sitting beside me, shouldn’t be too hard, Babydoll”

Erik was your first real boyfriend and there was nothing traditional or normal about your relationship. You were working at a strip club and Erik was a regular. He was insatiable and the entire club lit up when he’d come in. It was clear despite spending the money he wasn’t a trick. There were countless fights over him, and he thrived on the contention. He spent quite a lot of time at the bar with you trying to find your price for a private dance, or date or a little more. Unfortunately, you werent’t repulsed by a man who chose to spend his free time in the club watching naked women. You liked the attention. Erik was attentive, unlike the others. He realized that you kept things flowing. Spotted the big spenders and sent the girls to them. With smiles and little gestures, I kept the money flowing like an expert. Babydoll was a champ whose position wasn’t shaking her ass.

“Whatever Erik”

“How much y’all rake in last night? Y’all out of hot water yet or you still close to needing to move back home. You know I left your room and closet how you left it?” Erik has no business being such an asshole. The only thing I ever did to him was leave and cut all communication. He’s the one who was sleeping with other women and telling me they meant nothing. He starts laughing when he sees that I’m frustrated with him.

“You shouldn’t treat me like this” I snap tired of it, tired of the constant provocation.

“Fuck you!” He snaps aggressively. “Fuck you, Y/N” he repeats telling me to shut up. He’s exhausted and furious about my activities last night barely holding it together. “You owe me money. You tell me to fuck off, then a year and a half later you call me crying. Chels stole from you not me. You didn’t give me a happy birthday check on me nothing. I bailed her dumbass out a year ago right, took care of it FOR YOU!” he barks not looking at the road. “Then you treat me like I ain’t shit when you can’t even pay up consistently. I could put to work everyday until its paid off but I don’t. So shut the fuck up and grow up” he finishes with flared nostrils, his dark eyes a blaze waiting for me to challenge him.

I don’t, knowing when to pick my battles, “No one put a gun to your head, you didn’t have to, if you didn’t want to” I swallow.

His jaw clenches at the truth and he doesn’t say anything else for the remainder of the drive. He opens the garage when we pull up like he’s done a thousand times when we were good. Its nostalgic and this place still feels like home when it shouldn’t. The house has a few new upgrades. It’s still immaculate and our puppy runs to me all grown up now. He heads upstairs and I follow to my old room seeing my outfit ready on a clothing rack. You look around trying not to be overwhelmed by the memories. Erik never said no when your first moved in, he was your boss and he took great care of you. Life was easy, the responsibilities were minimal. About 10% work, 10% housekeeping, 60% having fun with the girls and 20% Erik because of his demanding schedule. It was perfect.

“I’m going to be away for the next month – don’t want you out here looking desperate”

“Month is a long job”

“Don’t act like you care” he says and it’s an insult. The problem is I care too much. His jaw clenches he’s angry with me for leaving still. “Benny will be here in an hour to do your hair and make-up” he sighs stepping closer. The anger fading as he eyes my lips. It’s like he scolds himself secretly like he decides against something before surrendering to lust. We both know better.

His left hand holds my side and his right guides my head back supporting my neck as his lips kiss mine. You can’t resist the temptation and deepen the kiss. It turns him on and kisses grow more and more assertive as he tries reclaiming what’s his. You both rush to nakedness. Your eyes glance over the new keloids covering his chest. His eyes fall in self-consciousness but there’s no room for judgement as his hand traces the covered tattoo of his initials under your breasts before he takes one, kissing them both.

Straddling him your hands hold his shoulders before lowering onto his manhood as your body yearns for him. There’s no shame in taking what you want. Erik had taught you that but it’s too much to watch him, watch you ride out the waves of pleasure. Your eyes close in the rapture of pleasure holding on for better control as you contract on his manhood making his grip tighten guiding your hips in a new rhythm. No longer face to face you embrace each other breathing heavily in each other’s ears as you both begin to glow.

Erik moves from the seat to the bed peppering kisses down your back before taking you from behind. Your breaths are even more shallow as you feel his frustration, anger and resentment with every stroke.

Hate-fucking.

Its lovely. Your eyes close as your teeth sink into your bottom lip in efforts to contain the moans of pleasure threatening to escape. His ego doesn’t need further sustenance. He grabs your neck reliving you of being on all fours as he strokes to his climax filling your vigorously, recklessly, intentionally. He doesn’t lose his strength as your body goes limp, guiding you both onto the bed to lay and catch your breath.

If things were different this would only be round one of many. You’d trace the keloids on his chest, kissing them, he’d hold you, running his fingers along your back.

It wouldn’t be so empty as you get up padding to the bathroom to pee. You’d be on birth control, not having to make a mental note for a plan B. Some sweet thoughtful gesture would follow not relief when you hear him leave the room heading into the master bedroom.

You sigh turning on the shower.

He hadn’t changed a thing.

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I sit through hair and make-up with Benny and the nostalgia is a little too much as you laugh and talk like you’re still a kept woman with no worries, that couldn’t be further from the current reality.

“Are you still writing, anything I should check out? Ideas I should run by clients? Research?” He asks invested my career and progression.

“No” I swallow, and his smile falls as he looks at my reflection.

“It’ll return Y/N. Remember, no matter what you can’t kill an artist’s talent, but practice and action make masters” he smiles a pillar of wisdom.

“Thank you, Benson,” you kiss his cheek and he nods finished. You look better than you did last night.

“Tell Bella I’ll be holding classes again; I want her to take my south-eastern slot” he reminds packing up.

“I will” you smile gutted that we can’t afford our dreams right now.

You get dressed in the teenie tiny mini dress that has a circle lace up detail on the sides, you admire the vision of 90’s video girl, glam hoochie. Twirling in the mirror you admire your look, feeling sexy again. Browsing your closet to find a high-end bag to match the outfit. You were so mad when you decided to leave, you didn’t want anything to do with Erik not even the gifts he’d purchased.

You make a pick and turn to find Erik watching you in the doorway. There’s a hint of happiness in his eyes seeing you here but there’s also a danger to him. He definitely has something up his sleeve. Besides enough nostalgia to make you reconsider being his girl again.

“You look perfect” he smiles kissing your forehead.

Taking your hand, you leave in another car and end up at a venue that you’ve never been too.  Erik holds your hand as you walk through the outdoor venue before entering private cabana’s. He stops suddenly stepping behind you so he can guide your steps forward. Your heart slows in apprehension not trusting him. Your heart races when you close in on a man that looks familiar, dark chocolate skin, and a beard. He looks up sensing us and its Trevante. You swallow feeling yourself and so does Erik.

“You really think you were gonna fuck me over this easy. Milk him and walk away from me forever?” Erik says into my ear. My blood boils as Tre looks at us confused. I try to smile.

“Erik” Tre smiles.

“Tre, this is my girl Y/N, Y/N Tre, we go way back” Erik swallows looking me over. “And were working together” Erik smiles like he’s a good guy – not the cold-hearted insufferable asshole that he is. You’re so mad you could make a scene, knowing Erik that’s just the kind of embarrassment Erik is hoping for to further bury any prospects of you and Tre.

“Hi” I manage and Erik smiles at the hoarseness of my voice.

“What you want a long island, Tre want anything?” he asks his friend.

“I’m good bro” he responds and Erik stands leaving the two of us. You look at Tre who also looks at me like I’ve done something wrong. You turn to see Erik at the bar flirting with the bartender too dizzy to know which path to take in such a fucked situation.

“I didn’t know Erik settled down” Tre comments and you look back at Erik again feeling particularly cornered.

“You work together?” you ask, and Tre looks me over before nodding his head.

“On occasion”

“Erik’s not an adversary you want to have, so stop looking at me like that.” I warn and he looks taken back. Erik returns sitting close to me and I move away despite us having company. He just fucked me only to screw me over.

“You two met last night right?”

“Bro, I didn’t know” Tre surrenders like he isn’t the multimillionaire tycoon.

“You remember at MIT all the baddest bitches in the city were mind – you think Miami is different?” Erik laughs being disrespectful on purpose as he G checks Tre who shifts uncomfortable. Satisfied with position of power Erik smiles like he’s not about to raise hell. “I told you I had the perfect girl for your VR game” Erik smiles sitting back.

I’m so confused I’m getting a headache until Tre looks me over again. His eyes study me, drinking me in. His head nods and his lips upturn into a smile before his eyes light up.

“Bro, she’s perfect” he agrees shocked.

I’m uneasy as I look at Erik he’s pissed enough to put me in a bad position. “Youre lucky I still want to fuck you or you’d be leaving here embarrassed and broke but I’m still getting break for you – remember that the next time you go out in next to nothing looking desperate and embarrassing me” Erik whispers in my ear. He’s diabolical.

“It’s a VR game” Tre smiles when he sees I’m visibly confused and uneasy. “Virtual reality, influencer culture is big right now. Our game is going to monopolize that but first I need an IT girl, a model if you will. The blueprint, someone who fits the looks of private jets and shopping sprees, the kind of girl that our players will want to be friends with and like to look at.” He explains with a smile. I look at Erik who nods.

“Obviously I need to see numbers and a contract, how much of my likeness is going to be used”

“Your face your body” Erik says.

“I’m not doing anything raunchy” you tell him, and he smiles.

“That’s all for me. You two work it out, remember I get my cut” Erik says getting up and leaving.

He’s unbelievable – you can never decide if you hate him or love him.

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Soft (Part 2 to Stare) - Bakugo x Reader

Soft

Character: Bakugo Katsuki

Word Count: 8K

This took me a while to write and I don’t know why lol this was for celebrating reaching 1700 followers but now we’re at 2500 FOLLOWERS (!!!), so I present to you guys part two to Stare. Stare is one of my proudest works and also is my most popular. I’m not expecting Soft to live up to the same popularity as Stare but I had a lot of fun writing this and that’s all that matters! XD

For Soft, this is Bakugo’s first date, first crush and I really wanted to show the inner turmoil within him. It’s not as simple for him to accept that he has a crush (he can’t even fully believe that you like him lol), he finds it distracting and unnecessary, but he can’t help how he feels. It’s going to feel like he’s going back and forth. One minute he likes you, the next he’s distant and it’s all necessary for him to grow. This is just a little incite of what I was thinking as I was writing this.

Thank you guys so much for this! I love all of you guys!!!

Please read Stare first before reading this!! >>>>>>Stare<<<<<<

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You, with the voice of an angel, the beauty of the stars, and a smile like the sun. It was as if you were Aphrodite herself. It left him obsessed and wanting more.

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Bakugo woke up that morning with the sun in his face and his mother’s deafening voice piercing the walls of his room. She was screaming something about breakfast but as usual, everything was muffled when his mind was full of you.

He thought of the events of yesterday as if it were a dream. Your forever bright smile that actually shined on him, your cheeks a soft red hue when you asked him out, and your dainty wrist in his large hand felt as soft as the cushions on his bed that propped his head up as he stared at his white ceiling above his head. Rays of light were piercing through the thin curtains of his window. Like freckles, spots of light glowed upon his cheeks and if it wasn’t for his date today, he would’ve remained in bed and soaked up all the warmth the sun had to offer. Sometimes he wondered if this was how you would feel if you were next to him.

With the sun upon his skin, he could almost imagine you beside him, glowing in presence and sparkling like a soaring comet. You tore through the darkest blankets of his skies, igniting it with a warmth he never thought he would ever feel before. And then you would stroke his arm, sending a wave of excitement to his nerves, your mouth would slowly widen into a smile and it was like he was watching the sun peek from the horizon to welcome a new day. It would look as if you were laughing for no apparent reason and your legs would begin to tangle with his just as Bakugo’s stomach would flip. You would look glorious in the light like you were in your natural element, the way how your skin shimmered with the sun left Bakugo speechless. All he wanted to do was just trap you within his arms and never let you go.

“Katsuki!” And in an instant, you were gone from his mind. You disappeared from his side and what was left was sparkles parading upon his bed as a figment of his imagination. His mother’s voice sounded once again, threatening to come up to his room and pull him out of bed. Bakugo could tell his mother was standing on the foot of the staircase because of how loud she sounded, she probably had with one slipper on the first step and a spatula in her hand, waving frantically in the air. Her eyes were probably sharp through blond furrowed brows, so pointy that anyone who meet her gaze would instantly combust into cuts.

“Alright! Alright!” Bakugo yelled back before sucking his teeth. He had to get up anyway. If he remembered correctly, he was picking you up at twelve. So, he had about two hours to get ready.

…

Before his mother could physically drag him to the table for breakfast, Bakugo was able to finish his morning duties and also get dressed for his date. When he stepped into his dining room, a neatly traditional Japanese breakfast was upon it. And he was glad to see one of his favorites, Tamagoyaki, as a part of the dishes. He liked them spicy, as strange as that was. But not only did he step into today’s breakfast, but also the bewildered stares of his parents. Their widened eyes followed their son until he entered the kitchen and returned on him when he emerged with a carton of orange juice. They weren’t particularly looking at his face but rather his clothes that seemed all too new and never before worn. Bakugo had dug into the deepest part of his closet for them. Black and orange were Bakugo’s favorite colors and his clothes consisted of them although it was mostly black. He was sporting a black shirt with a graphic symbol of a skull spewing fire out of its eyes and mouth. Straight cut black pants that hugged his legs and hips, giving the illusion that his legs were long, and his bomber jacket was black with orange stripes running down his shoulders and arms.

Clearly, Bakugo’s parents never seen their son dress so well on a Saturday morning even if he was going to hang out with Kirishima.

“A-Are you going out today, Katsuki?” His father, Masaru, was the first to ask when Bakugo sat at the table. He grabbed his chopsticks, contemplating on whether to answer his father’s question truthfully or not. He hadn’t mention to his parents about his date today or about you. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to let them know.

“Yeah I am,” he grumbled, sticking a piece of tamagoyaki in his mouth.

“With Kirishima?” His mother, Mitsuki, decided to dig more information out of her son. She placed a cup of coffee down for her husband before sitting and he quietly thanked her and hummed softly when he took a sip. Bakugo lifted his eyes from his plate to look at his mother who stared at him and eagerly waited for his answer.

“Nah,” he hoped they would leave it at that, but he knew his mother liked to pry herself in his business.

“Oh, then who?” She had a small smile on her face when she ate a piece of tamagoyaki. She also liked them spicy. Masaru avoided them.

Bakugo groaned and he let out a heavy sigh that seemed to knock Mitsuki’s smile right out of her face. Before she had a chance to open her mouth and complain about his attitude, Bakugo answered quickly.

“It’s ____. I’m going out with ____.”

His parents seemed to freeze as soon as your name left their son’s lips. They looked to one another and then back at him, their eyes as wide as it could be with their mouths slightly apart. Mitsuki’s surprised expression soon turned into one of anger and she abruptly stood up, reached over the table and pulled his cheek.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a date today!? Look how dirty your face is! Do you want her to run away?!”

“W-What is wrong with you, ya old hag!?”

“Don’t speak to me that way!”

“G-Guys…” stammered Masaru, but the two carried on with their shouting match.

“Did you take a shower?! Brush your teeth?!”

“Course, I did!”

…

“Hey brat,” Bakugo finished tying his laces to his sneakers when Mitsuki approached him at the front door. She was calmer than just a few moments ago. In fact, she looked quite serious. Bakugo didn’t really think much of it. He stood up from the ground and buried his hands within his pockets, his body, hunched, and slightly facing away from her because he expected to hear a lecture from her mouth. But instead, she thrusted two small pieces of paper, tickets, into his chest that he caught before they fell to the floor.

“Here, if she likes you even more after today then take her to this,” Bakugo glanced at the tickets, and he made a small grunt before he stuffed them in his pockets.

“Sure,” he muttered and was about to leave before Mitsuki stopped him by the shoulder. She looked into his eyes that were identical to hers and a soft, yet confident smile came to her.

“Show her a good time, Katsuki,” she said, and they shared a moment of silence, looking at one another from mother to son. Bakugo nodded and he left his house and turned the corner on route to your house.

…

Every step closer to your house had the butterflies fluttering wildly within his stomach and chest. His hands became clammy while they were stuffed within his jacket’s pockets and he started to fiddle with the tickets that sat within them. He wasn’t sure what to expect from this date. Hell, he was even shocked that you agreed to it. All this time he thought that you were afraid of him, but your distance really meant that you shared the same feelings as him. Bakugo couldn’t believe it.

Even as he approached your doorstep with potential words and different scenarios flooding his mind, he still felt as if he were in a dream, lightheaded, while walking through a set of clouds. Is this really how it felt when you like someone? Like the urge to see them again as soon as you seperate seized every sensible piece of your rationality? Or the image of your beloved would play within your mind like a song upon repeat, the melody of their laugh would crescendo into the most beautiful of smiles.

Bakugo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. With that same hand, he rang your doorbell, fidgeting slightly as he waited for someone, hopefully you, to come to the door. It was about a few seconds until finally the door opened and you peeked your head from behind it.

“H-Hi, Bakugo,” you greeted him with a nervous smile and fully stepped out from behind the door. Bakugo blinked once he saw what you were wearing, his jaw slightly dropped as he scanned you over. He looked over you only once—no twice—fuck—a third time. Shit, you were beautiful. “You’re here.”

He froze in place at the sight of you. Your clothes were simple, yet it accentuated your shape. How could you look so gorgeous with a pair of jean shorts and a white buttoned top with lace as its short sleeves. You were a pure angel, a complete contrast to his devilish appearance and here he was, already tainting you by being in your presence. Were you wearing make up? It was light. Bakugo could tell your blemishes had vanished and your lips were a nude to your skin tone. He was fine with or without, it made no difference to your beauty to him.

“Hey,” was all he managed to say in his stupor. Your smile widened, and you called something out within your house before you locked your door.

…

The walk to the arcade was a silent one. Bakugo didn’t have the courage to talk. He wasn’t the most talkative person, he only spoke when it was important and when he did, it was usually at the top of his lungs. But being on this date, he had no reason to raise the volume and he also didn’t know as much about you other than the small habits you tend to do. Because of this, he came to question his reason for liking you. He questioned if it was his teenage urges acting as a dictator to his rationality. Maybe it truly was because he was attractive to your looks.

He glanced at you and he caught you staring at him. You jumped when your eyes met and looked away, a blush blossoming on your cheeks like you were caught doing something shameful. Bakugo found himself doing the same thing as he didn’t expect your eyes would be on him. ‘This is stupid!’ He shouted in his head. A simple stare had reduced him to a coward—a puddle on the side of the road for no one to step in but you. He couldn’t believe how much he was wrapped around your finger, if only you had known, you would’ve used it to your advantage if you had the courage.

Warmed cheeks and sealed lips carried on until you had reached the arcade. The arcade was bustling with teenagers and children with their parents which made sense for a Saturday. Bakugo was buying some tokens at the counter after he aggressively denied your request to pay your share. After all, what kind of a man would he be if he let you pay on the first date? So, you were standing awkwardly to the side, surveying the games while you waited for Bakugo to return. And when he did, he had golden coins in his hand, and a small smirk was on his face when he gestured towards multiple arcade machines with his free hand.

“Alright. Pick which one you want to lose in first,” Bakugo wished he could’ve recorded your face when he said that. You looked so offended that he barked out a laugh after.

“Or how about I give you the honors since you’re so confident?” You raised an eyebrow, a frown on your beautiful lips.

His smirk grew wider. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you cry on the first—”

“Just pick!” You pushed him ahead of you and you followed him through the crowds until he stopped in front of an arcade machine. It was on top of a small platform and in front of two screens were two suspended guns. The banner hanging above the machine was the title. Call of Duty, it read. There were already some children playing on it, the guns snuggled to their chests and fingers wrapped around the trigger. They shot at animated Zombies that threw themselves at the screen with their busted mouths bubbling with blood and mucus. The counter on the corner of the screen was skyrocketing into the thousands the more they took down.

“Ever played this?” Bakugo spoke like he was taunting you and turned to face you.

“Of course,” you simply said and folded your arms across your chest and glared at him. You were hoping he wasn’t bringing you to the ‘manliest’ game in the arcade believing you didn’t know how to play because of your gender. You wanted to destroy the confidence in his eyes.

“Ready to lose?” He teased and stepped up on the platform once the children were done. They stuck around to watch with a glimmer of excitement in their eyes. You followed after Bakugo, holding your glare, and taking his hand when he held it out to help you up. You would’ve thanked him if you weren’t too busy mentally preparing to beat his ass.

“What level?”

“Medium. I’ll give you a handicap.”

“Don’t even,” there was a scroll trigger on the gun and you quickly pressed ‘Hard difficulty’. It made him chuckle after he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the iron rails behind him. He grabbed his gun and went into a stance. His back was slightly hunched with the gun clutched to his body while he pointed it at the screen. Your eyes wandered to his arms. So toned, they were, as he was mindlessly flexing them. Your face grew hot and suddenly started to feel very bashful. You looked away, and when you did, started to notice that the game already began. The score on Bakugo’s screen was climbing and you panicked. You quickly pulled the trigger against the zombies that were coming at you. 500 points for body shots. 2000 points for headshots. You were aiming for headshots.

It was quiet between you two with only the thunderous sounds of rapid fire and the gaggled groans of fallen dead. The rest of the arcade sounds were reduced to background noise. Even the children who watched on with random shouts of excitement at the scores and making funny movements (that only seemed to possess children) were cast away in that same category. Nothing existed except you, Bakugo, and a crowd of zombies.

It was almost as if you assimilated into the game and was one with their universe. You defended the town from them like it was your destiny, like it was what you trained for and you felt the phantom pain on the side of your neck whenever a zombie would slip through and take a bite out of you. Your HP would drop but it didn’t stop you from shooting. You could feel yourself start to shake, your palms grew sweaty, and you started to hyperventilate until you caught yourself from becoming too absorbed in the virtual world. It was honestly the most exhilarating thing you had experienced.

By the time the game ended, you grinned at Bakugo with your hand on your hip and your gun holster up against your shoulder. He looked at you with eyes as wide as it could be and his mouth so open it would’ve fell upon the floor. The children’s faces mirrored his in disbelief at your score. 51,500 points for you and 18,500 points for Bakugo.

You: 1

Bakugo: 0

…

Bakugo couldn’t believe you beat him at Call of Duty. He used to play Zombies with Kirishima and the boys at home and he would always be the last person standing to finish up the round. His boys cheered for him for saving the round every time and he would feel so proud of himself for doing so. He was confident in his skills, which made him confident in beating you. But he was clearly outmatched and when he questioned your skills, you smiled and said that this was your go-to game in arcades. He set himself up for failure right from the start.

“Alright! You’re good, I’ll give you that,” he grumbled those last words. “But the next one is mine!”

“Sure, and since you lost, I’ll give you the honors to pick again,” you stressed out the word ‘lost’ and it made Bakugo grimace. You laughed, and that grimace quickly turned into his stomach doing flips. You had him on an invisible leash that you didn’t know about. His body already conditioned to react to anything he found cute or beautiful about you. It was ridiculous, he thought.

“Whatever,” Bakugo dug his hands in his pockets. He didn’t mean to make himself sound like a sore loser and he didn’t like the frown that appeared on your face after. But he was tied between the feeling of accepting defeat and accepting his feelings for you. It was scary having a crush. He could feel himself changing and doing things he wouldn’t normally do. Instead of having fun at the arcade, he could’ve been training his body or quirk. He didn’t have time to waste if he wanted to be number one hero and that meant these feelings for you had to go. All Might didn’t get to where he was by being focused on girls.

“Bakugo,” he felt a gentle touch on his arm and it pulled him away from his thoughts. He glanced at you and you were looking at him. It was the second time he seen you so worried, the last time was after karaoke and he had yet to find out what made you worried. Was it him? You were a normally happy person, like an airhead almost. You tried to look at things on the bright side even in the darkest of situations. It was similar to Deku who always annoyed Bakugo with his optimism but when it came to you, he didn’t seem to mind. “I didn’t mean to tease you like that. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t deserve your apology. You weren’t to blame, yet he pulled his arm out of your grip and the small gasp that sounded from you pained his heart. “I found the next game,” Bakugo stated without looking at you and walked ahead. You lingered in the same spot for a moment before you quickly joined him.

…

The next game Bakugo picked was Basketball hoops which you were a little surprised about. There were two baskets and it was being separated by a tall metal gate that also caged around it to prevent the balls from flying out. Bakugo stood in front of it and pulled a miniature basketball out of the pile. He was already adding the tokens in before he turned towards you.

“Ever played this one?” He threw the basketball towards you and it nearly slipped from your hands when you caught it.

“Not exactly,” you smiled nervously.

“It’s simple. You just throw the ball into the hoop and you gain points. Person with the most points at the end wins.”

“Sounds simple.” You snorted, words melting in sarcasm as you watched Bakugo spin the ball with the tips of his fingers before trapping it within them once again. He was oddly an expert at it, but you decided not to ask about his experience. The game counted down from ten and Bakugo positioned the ball slightly over his head with his elbows tucked in. You tried to mimic Bakugo’s stance as not to reveal that you had no idea what you were doing. A short beep sounded the start of the game and Bakugo rolled his hand the ball was tucked in and it shot into the air in a perfect arch before it swished into the basket. It bumped against the gate before falling back within the pile of its brothers. And soon you continuously heard the sound of swooshing as he consecutively made the shot every time.

You panicked once again. This time with no confidence that you could catch up to Bakugo’s points. You shot the ball towards the basket, inelegantly when compared to Bakugo’s form. Your elbow was out, and you thrusted your entire arm forward rather than shooting with your wrist. The ball slammed against the gate, making it jingle as it fell straight into the pile. You didn’t have time to think about your form. You started flinging balls in the air and prayed that one of them make it. Instead, they bounced against the iron rim with knotted rope. Some were fortunate not to suffer the blow of the iron rim and just fell directly back into their pile. The less unfortunate ones bounced back in retaliation towards your head, missing you completely and left to stray the arcade floors alone.

Bakugo’s points were climbing. It was unreachable now, so you abandoned the goal of winning to ending the game with at least a point. The swift swooshes of the basket whipped through the air and it was attracting a small crowd of children and curious adults around Bakugo. It was almost inhuman how he was scoring, and he had yet to miss.

“Amazing!” You heard a girl behind you say and you were damn well sure it wasn’t towards you.

It wasn’t that you gave up, but you kept the basketball in your hands and looked to your left at Bakugo. Your eyes had fallen on his face, his eyes and lips relaxed, almost serene-like. You wouldn’t say he looked one in his element, but he was definitely comfortable with what he was doing.

The beeps that signified the end of the game sounded from the machines and Bakugo’s score was a whopping 500 points, 10 points for every basket made. Your score was a disgrace. You didn’t even count it as a score because you didn’t make any. You weren’t on the board as embarrassing as you had to admit, but basketball just wasn’t your best sport.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” You felt the need to ask, not in disbelief of his skills but in curiosity.

“I have a hoop in my room,” he replied. He didn’t want to let you know that he uses it when he needed to calm down. Usually after an argument with his mother, he would fling balls relentlessly at his hoop in frustration. His father had gifted it to him when he found out about his habit of blowing up small holes in the walls of his bedroom when he was heated. It helped significantly to control his anger and he even found himself shooting hoops whenever he was bored.

“Would you—Idon’tknow—maybe, teach me next time? Maybe?” Next time? What made you so confident that there was going to be a next time? In fact, you weren’t. You were testing out the waters, shooting hints at Bakugo to see if he was even interested in another date after today or even if he just wanted to hang out. You closed into yourself when you asked, your posture curved forward as if to hide yourself from him. You bit the bottom of your lip and couldn’t stop your cheeks from warming up. You were trying to be as bold as you could, as confident as you imagined yourself to be when you fantasize about this date last night. It was easier to dream that you were a confident, strong girl who knew what she wanted in this world and faced issues head on and didn’t get flustered by the mysterious feelings of a crush. But you knew the world in your head was a vast utopia, a world filled with desires that didn’t seem tangible in reality. Still, you urged yourself to try, because trying was a step closer to tangibility.

“Maybe,” he shrugged.

You: 1

Bakugo: 1

…

Bakugo wasn’t prepared for your question. He was still deciding whether to give in to his emotions or not and that sheepish expression on your face didn’t make it any easier. He was convinced it coerced him into responding in agreement to another date. He didn’t have the heart to deny that face or perhaps his heart didn’t want to.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets in habit, looking away when he did, his voice was so small that he nearly couldn’t hear it over the sounds of the blaring game machines in the vicinity. At first glance, anyone would believe he was upset but if they peered into his face, they would spot the flushed skin of his cheeks and nose and possibly his ears. He was hiding his feelings within, though, even if he was lying to himself, his body revealed all truths.

…

The last game would decide it all and you were ready. Because you gave Bakugo the right to pick twice, it was up to you to pick the final game. You guided Bakugo to the corner of the arcade, it was away from the valley of machines but not too far where you couldn’t hear them. The games at this corner were more traditional; darts, board games, air hockey, any game that didn’t need to be attached to a machine to work was there, including table tennis which was where you were pulling him towards. You wouldn’t say you were an expert at table tennis, but it was a sport you were decent in. Bakugo already had good hand-to-eye coordination so you knew this choice would make it a fair final game.

“Final game. You sure about this?” It was like the mellow Bakugo had retreated, and the bold and brash one came loose. The grin returned as it split across his face in a crooked slant from cheek to cheek. He looked the best when he was smirking, his eyes narrowed slightly with a glint of mischief—almost like it was melting with sin.

“Wouldn’t you want to end this with something fun?” You returned his smile with a question, but it looked more innocent than his. You were starting to notice the vast differences between you and Bakugo, not only in style but even in personality. It was odd that you two were attracted to each other. You didn’t believe in the saying, ‘opposites attract’, but you had to admit there was some truth behind it.

“Look, I just hope you’re ready to sing for me again.”

Again? “I’m surprised you haven’t learned from last time about being too cocky.”

“Only thing I learned is to not go easy on you.”

Your eyes rolled. “Oh please, do not pull that crap on me now. I won fair and square. And what do you mean ‘Again’? What made you think I was singing for you the first time?”

You had expected to hear another one of Bakugo’s boastful remarks, but you were delighted by his smile instead. It was far from a soft one and was closely associated with the last one that held mischief. It was a smile that knew the ups and downs and ins and outs of your mind without barely even knowing you. How was that possible? You didn’t know. But you did know Bakugo had a very perceptive character even if his brass personality didn’t make him seem so.

If only you also knew he was bluffing, then you wouldn’t have blushed the way you did, confirming his suspicions about how you acted during karaoke. It was nice for him to know that those stolen glances at him weren’t all for show.

…

You didn’t realize how intense table tennis was. You knew where it derived from held some tension during its matches. Watching the US Opens, French Opens, and other major tennis tournaments with your family often had you near the edge of your seat. You would see the crowds snapping their heads from right to left at the speed of the ball before erupting into cheers once the ball fell out. Your father would jump out of his seat, a fist wringing in the air, as a point was added to the score of his favorite player and the umpire would call to settle down the crowd, but the excitement erupted to where silence couldn’t be an option. But soon, the crowd knew the match wouldn’t continue unless they settled, and they hushed each other until all that sounded was the ball bouncing to and from the green synthetic surface and into the player’s hand. This memory, you recalled, was like you were reliving it except you and Bakugo were the players with the onlookers being the patrons of the arcade.

The sound around you were muffled against your eardrums, nothing but the base of your heart resounding in rhythmic beats and the tennis ball slamming against your paddle, releasing a loud ‘pock!’ before bouncing back onto the table court and into Bakugo’s side. He moved like lightning, the arm of his muscles tensing at the exact moment the ball touched his paddle. A grunt had left him as he returned the ball onto your side and a thunderous sound erupted from the impact. You returned it just as swiftly.

It was match point for Bakugo and you could tell he was swinging harder, faster. He wanted to end this game as desperate as you wanted it to continue.

“Shit!” He hissed when you returned the ball and it hit the table in an odd angle but managed to fly past his paddle. You evened out the score and it was your turn to serve. Two more scores and you would be the winner, but you knew Bakugo wasn’t going to make it easy for you.

The first ball you served hit the table and managed to slip past him. Or was he?

Bakugo chuckled darkly, one that rattled your core when it reached your ears. You allowed it to frazzle you and your next serve was easily deflected and the ball zoomed past you, evening the score yet again.

“I’m not going down that fucking easy,” he declared, and you wordlessly picked up another ball to serve.

The score went from even to either you or Bakugo having the advantage to even again. It continued for as many times until you had lost count. The tension grew to unbearable heights, the patrons were ‘ooo-ing’ and ‘ahh-ing’, some urging for your win and others for Bakugo’s, but you didn’t let their cheers distract you and neither did he. A faint sweetness lingered in the vicinity and it could only be coming from the sweat that shined Bakugo’s skin. An aroma that reminded you of being in the training room and whenever it was Bakugo’s turn to spar, your nose would be blessed by that scent while the others, specifically the boys would secretly tease him for it, too afraid to openly do it unless they wanted to face his wrath.

The ball flew from your side to Bakugo’s side repeatedly and it was about a minute until the ball zipped past you and Bakugo yelled in victory as well as his fans.

“One more fucking point!” He roared and raised his racket in the air, confidence spewing from his body language like he already won. All you did was glare at him, ignoring the reassurance from your encouragers but you didn’t understand why they treated you like you lost when clearly the game was still on. They were underestimating you, them and Bakugo, and you knew you had to prove them wrong. You tightened the ball in your hands and licked the sweat off your lips. Bakugo had a terrifying smirk on his face when he went into his stance, gripping his racket until the veins in his arms started pulsating.

You served the ball and hit it with all your might.

…

Bakugo had been wondering what brought him back to sitting on the couches in one of the karaoke venues again. A much smaller room than the one he was in on that day he went with the class, it still held in resemblance, though, the atmosphere of it was nearly suffocating. He was without his boys, without a distraction from you, the beautiful girl who was scrolling through the list of songs with a remote, humming softly when lingered on a title before continuing on. Another glance around the room had him questioning his reason for being here. Hadn’t he lost? Clearly, you weren’t going to reward him for losing, right? Although, he had paid for a 30-minute rental for a venue, so he suppose that was his punishment. It nearly put a dent in his wallet.

“So, you’re gonna sing for me anyway.” Whether it was a question or a statement, you still flashed a smile at him when you stopped at the title you were searching for. It was startling how just a simple curve of your lips could make his heart stop, his breath hitch, and make him all want to drop what he was doing just to feel them slobbering over his. He was a fool, a fool desperately yearning for the girl sitting right beside him, your leg barely brushing his and sending his mind in a flurry of emotions.

Fuck. Get a hold of yourself. He rehashed in his head repeatedly. It didn’t help that the only other presence in the room was you.

“No,” you drawled, reaching to swipe two microphones from the table in front of you. “I want you to sing with me.”

“Hell no,” he abruptly said, pushing the microphone away when you pressed it against his lap. “I don’t fucking sing.”

“A bet is a bet,” you reminded him, and he let out a groan, “besides you’re not really singing. You’re, like, slow rapping.”

“Are you stupid? And what the fuck is slow rapping anyway?”

“I don’t know I made it up. It’s like rapping but it’s slow!” You giggled, and like a reflex, his stomach flipped. You still tossed the microphone at him and as reluctant as he was, he followed you when you pulled him by the arm to stand up, not allowing himself to be drag because he held too much pride within himself to be dragged by the likes of anyone. You had missed his grumble when he confirmed your stupidity, and when you had questioned him with a hum, he remained silent, gripping the microphone in hand to relay his frustrations upon it.

He found himself standing in the middle of the room facing the tv while you were in front of him, gleaming up at him with a smile as the television’s light splashed against your back. Once again, you didn’t seem to need the lyrics because when you started the song, you remained facing him, tossing the remote where you were sitting and bringing the microphone close to your lips. He felt jealousy creeping behind his shoulder at the inanimate object (that held no soul) that had the privilege of touching what he desired. He wondered adamantly how foolish his feelings were going to make him?

The song had started with the melody of a distorted accordion mixed with electronic sound effects that these popular pop music writers loved to add in their tracks. Bakugo was a stranger to this kind of music as his go-to-genre was rock, metal, and sometimes even rap so when you were swaying side to side at the peppy beat that swirled itself into the existing melody, he could only watch as he waited for your voice.

“I'm a motherfuckin' train wreck. I don't wanna be too much,” and there it was, hitting him like a smooth wave slamming into the rocky side of a mountain, carrying his previous frustration into the endless ocean to never resurface again. Once your voice had reached his eardrums, it had placed him under your spell, one he wished would never break as chills walked his skin like they scavenged for mysteries of their birth. Velvet melted from your mouth, sweetness formed into honey and kissed your voice box, blessing it with the gift to open heaven’s gate with a single note.

“But I don't wanna miss your touch. And you don't seem to give a fuck,” his lips had adversely failed him when he fought to keep them from upturning into a smirk, more specifically at the arousing feeling of you cursing. The chills continued to pry around his back and shoulders and the upper part of his arm where you had gently caressed him for a moment, eyes moving to hold his benevolent stare that he blissfully wasn’t aware he was making.

When the beat of the song picked up and greeted the chorus, you had pulled away from him, turning around until your back faced him, your eyes still on him with your head turned to look behind you, a playful smile curling on your lips. Without doubt, a fire was lit from within him.

“You ain't my boyfriend. And I ain't your girlfriend. But you don't want me to see nobody else. And I don't want you to see nobody,” you bounced your body with the beat, the voice of the original singer echoing the last words of the lyrics or otherwise singing with you. You meant to stroll back to Bakugo once you turned around, but he already closed the distance between you two, eyes somewhat wide and searching within yours for any meaning between those lyrics to be true. “But you ain't my boyfriend. And I ain't your girlfriend. But you don't want me to touch nobody else. Baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody…”

The search for the truth in your eyes nearly made Bakugo miss his line. He started out shaky, startled at how fast it came when the screen prompted for the second singer to start. It oddly reminded him of Deku when he pitifully struggled to sing with Uraraka, so he quickly found his rhythm to avoid the same embarrassment, his singing, that was mostly him talking but elongating his words, sonorous in pitch yet rough at the edges.

“I…I promise the way we fight make me honestly feel like we just in lo—the fuck are these lyrics?” He abruptly growled, his voice caught between ire and mortification when he read the sappy lines that made you blush. You squeezed his arm to urge him to continue, already missing a few lines with how fast the song was going. It wasn’t like he had a choice, he sucked his teeth before bitterly singing through gritted teeth. “I lose my mind when it comes to you. I take time with the ones I choose. And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you, yeah.”

Your voice returned for the chorus soon after his part was done, and he never felt so relieved to hear your voice. He didn’t have a clue how you were so comfortable singing, yet it was hard for you to speak in class whenever you were answering a question. You were bold, daring, confidence spelled within your eyes and shyness was nothing more than a distant relative. You let the music guide you, boldness encouraging you to guide Bakugo’s unoccupied hand to your waist as you danced, his touch barely even felt through your clothes as fear had struck him. Even with consent, he questioned within himself if this was okay. Though, the ghostly feel of the arch of your waist to your hips under his palm had abolished all uncertainty. He was a teenage boy, after all.

He was careful not to move his hand anywhere you didn’t place it but even that was hard whenever you would move your body to the song, sometimes his hand would fall lower towards your hip and he would quickly return it to your waist, so he wouldn’t lose the privilege of touching you.

But when you moved closer to his body until your shirts were caressing, your bright eyes inhabited a world in which he wanted to be a part of, his fingers curled slightly into the newly founded lace sewed into the sides of your shirt, a detail he missed earlier when he was stunned by your beauty. His grip on his microphone went loose against his fingertips and threaten to fall, his face was so close to yours and if it weren’t for the microphone against your lips, Bakugo would’ve closed the gap between you urged by the yearn he felt to touch them.

The two of you were now sharing one microphone, eyes locked onto each other’s, unwavering as they embodied the passion of want.

“If you were my boyfriend…” You sang softly, your vocals sweet and heavy.

“And you were my girlfriend…” Bakugo spoke, his voice harboring that same softness of yours which was foreign to him. He was no longer able to sing, and the song carried on with no vocals as you too were rendered speechless by how thick with warmth his words sounded. There was no indication that the two of you were going to continue the song nor did you encourage him to. The melody was left as background noise as you became trapped in Bakugo’s gaze. How they fidgeted about on your face, taking in your irises, the shape of your nose, the blemishes upon your cheeks and your forehead, the shape of your cheekbones, your chin, and lastly your lips. Gradually, they were moving closer to Bakugo’s just as the microphone was slipping away from between.

If only it wasn’t for the raging scream of Bakugo’s phone trapped within the constraints of his jacket’s pocket, he would’ve already felt the soft press of your lips against his. He had never turned so fast, so dramatically before in his life. He was already digging through his pocket, fingers already mindlessly tapping at the screen once he pulled his phone out and you swore his hands were going to ignite into an explosive if it weren’t translated into the roar that came out of his mouth.

“What!” The person on the other end was no other than his mother who was informing him about coming home at a respectable time. The rage he used to answer his phone was hammered back at him with that same force. You could hear his mother’s screech that certainly reminded you of Bakugo’s, just more feminine.

The heated moment between you two ended with Bakugo screaming into his phone with a colorful combination of profanities you have never even thought of and you were surprised that his mother was worse in her usage of language, even threatening to ‘come down over there’ if he didn’t show some respect.

…

“Bakugo, this was fun, thanks for coming with me,” You smiled softly to the short grunt that came from Bakugo after. He was walking slightly ahead of you, hands in his pockets like usual with his head slightly down. He was wearing his black earphones but only his ear that was away from you had them in while the other earbud hung loosely near his chest. He hasn’t been able to look at you since you two left the karaoke booth and he thought himself a fool that he couldn’t stare at you for more than two seconds without feeling embarrassed about what had happened. Bakugo handled embarrassment the same exact way he handled every emotion that didn’t fit his tough exterior, it fuel his anger and he turned into a grumpy mess, silent yet aching to explode if someone were to speak to him. Though he could never do that to you. No matter how much his anger seemed to tip over, he couldn’t imagine you being at the end of it.

The walk back to your house was as silent as the walk to the arcade. Bakugo wasn’t really sure what to say, whether to question you about what had happened before that untimely interruption or just leave it up in the air. Did you actually like him…? Like how he liked you? Or was he imagining everything, misreading the signs like an idiot hoping the girl he liked actually liked him back? You were a nice girl without a doubt. Bakugo could see that every time he would watch you train with the girls or when you would give up the last dessert to Mina during lunch time or when you would feed the stray cat at the back of the school or when you would always, always greet him with a smile in the mornings if you were to cross paths with him and then Bakugo would think he was special until you would do the same for Deku shortly after. You were a nice girl indeed so for all he knew, you could’ve been hanging out with him out of the kindness of your heart, giving him all this attention because you were too nice to say no to a date. Then again, it didn’t explain what happened in the booth because that was all you and you were—dare he say it—flirting.

Bakugo stopped walking, turning halfway to look at you. You blinked, wondering why he stopped and was now staring at you, mouth slightly open like he wanted to say something.

“Something on your mind?” You asked him, cocking your head to the side slightly, but he simply stayed staring for what felt like an eternity and it made your cheeks burn.

When Bakugo realized he was just repeating the question he wanted to ask in his head without saying it was when he swiftly turned his back to you and continued to walk. “…Just hurry up… it’s getting dark,” but it was only around 4pm and Bakugo didn’t know that it was capable for him to feel so stupid, first, losing his ability to speak as soon as he looked at you and second, instantly regretting his words as the sun was still wide awake in the skies.

But I don’t want this to end, was what you wanted to say but you found your words stuck in your throat, afraid that Bakugo might not feel the same as you.

“Um… thank you for walking me home. Today was really fun,” you said when you reached your front door and turned to Bakugo. You told him that repeatedly throughout the walk, you really had no other way to express how happy you were. You felt that a hug would’ve been too uncomfortable for him as you’ve never seen Bakugo express any affection physically. “I kind of wish it didn’t end…”

“Ah—well, you know, time.” What the fuck was he saying? He growled under his breath, frustrated that not only was he losing his thoughts to you but his language.

Oddly enough to him, you understood and chuckled. Fuck the butterflies in his stomach. “I know. There’s just not enough of it… I guess I’ll see you Monday, then?”

“Yeah,” you waited for him to leave but he stayed staring at your face. Perhaps even longer than he did before, and you saw him aggressively move his hand within his pocket like he was fumbling with something. He spoke your name softly because he thought he had lost your attention, but he in fact had it because he was all you could focus on the entirety of the date. “You had fun, right?” He knew you had said it multiple times, but he wanted to ask because he couldn’t believe it himself.

“Yeah, of course, it was the best Saturday I had in a while,” Bakugo felt like you had to have been lying but that wide smile held all the truth in the world.

“Then—this,” Bakugo pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to you. “You wanna go with me next Saturday?”

You took a good look at what he gave you, nearly dropping it when you read out the words. “Di-Disneyland?! I—yes! Yes, I wanna go with you!” you clutched your ticket to your chest. Desperate to calm your beating heart, you wanted to fan your heated cheeks but instead you tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, realizing that Bakugo could very well be asking you out on another date. “A-As another date…?”

“Sure.” He grumbled, looking away from you for a moment and returning his hands to his pockets. “Then Saturday, I’ll text you the details.”

You nodded frantically at him with one of those large smiles he loved, and he said his goodbye and left your doorstep. You glanced at the ticket in your hands and jumped excitedly on the balls of your feet. It was hard to believe that Bakugo invited you to Disneyland. You didn’t think he was interested in that kind of stuff but there was a little part of you that wanted to believe he was going just for you. Oh, you so wanted to be right!

Before you knew it, you heard a call of your name and Bakugo was already back in front of you. He quickly leaned forward, and it felt as fast as it came. You saw a glimpse of his red cheeks hidden behind a frown and furrowed brows. “For today. See you Monday,” he quickly said before he turned around and left, leaving you stunned on your doorstep. Of all the things that happened today, the least thing you expected was Bakugo Katsuki kissing you on your cheek.

Bakugo stormed out of there as fast as he could, fingers touching his lips as he realized what he had done. He just acted. He felt like he couldn’t leave without doing something to finish off this day but—Bakugo groaned loudly, throwing his hands up in frustration—he didn’t even stay to see your reaction if you liked it or not. What if he arrives home and you text him to cancel the date because you felt uncomfortable about what he did? He was stupid, utterly stupid! He should’ve read the mood instead of acting on his urges.

He continued to berate himself in his head until he finally convinced himself that you liked it because who wouldn’t like a kiss from him especially since he was taking you to Disneyland.

Later that night when he was lounging on his bed, you texted him to once again thank him for today and that you looked forward to Saturday. Bakugo grinned to himself and replied ‘same’ before shutting his phone and closing his eyes. He thought he would be able to put his thoughts about you to rest but he couldn’t help but try to relive the events of today. Especially the feeling of your cheek against his lips.

As he expected, your cheeks were the softest thing he ever felt. The last thing he recalled was hoping to sleep and suddenly wake up to it being next Saturday.

Part three - Slumber - coming soon!

[bibubi]

Happy birthday Draco Malfoy!  🐍 🍏 👱‍♂️ 💛

I wrote a short story because of this occasion. I hope you will like it. 

I recommend the story to two of my favorite writers (  @lovesbitca8  @senlinyu​ ).

“But first, breakfast.”

A warm tropical breeze fluttered the curtains – bringing with it the heavy scent of hibiscus flowers – as Draco stirred awake, squinting against the early morning sun. Glancing to the clock on the nightstand, he saw that it was barely past five, but Draco felt more awake – more alive – than he’d ever felt in his entire life. And it had everything to do with the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms. With her long, tanned limbs tangled up with his as a single white sheet draped over both of them, Draco felt like the luckiest man in the world.

He couldn’t believe that they were finally married. It still felt like a dream. Like any minute, he’d wake up and be that same twentytwo year old lad who didn’t know what true love felt like; who sang songs about falling in love but had no idea of the beauty awaiting him; who didn’t know what he was missing until it turned his whole world upside down.

Because that’s what Hermione had done – turn his world upside down, that is. She was, and always would be, one of the kindest, wittiest, and most beautiful witch he had ever known. She put others first but never let anyone take advantage of her. She would put you in your place in a heartbeat – something she’d done to Draco many times over the past three years. He honestly thought Hermione hated him because of what he did to her at the Hogwarts. But after the war everything changed.

And now, here she was, lying in his arms as she slept peacefully. Draco felt like he should pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Because, for some reason, Hermione felt the same way about Draco as he did her. And yesterday, on his birthday, in front of all their friends and family, she had promised to love him forever. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything in his power to make sure she never regretted that promise.

Loving each other had come easy; the rest of it had not.

Draco had been terrified of losing Hermione in the early years. His past was always there and lot of people don't see a change in him. But Hermione proved that she was willing to fight for him, even when he wasn’t sure he deserved it. Time and time again, she’d shown him just how much he meant to her, and Draco would be forever grateful for the miracle that was Hermione’s love. Despite the tears, the heartache, the complete outrage she felt at times, she’d never turned her back on Draco because of his past and all it entailed.

She understood what others had not. Hermione owned a piece of Draco’s heart that nothing – and no one – else could ever lay claim to.

“I can feel you staring at me,” Hermione mumbled sleepily, her warm breath giving Draco goosebumps where it ghosted across the bare skin of his chest. “It’s weird.”

“You’re weird,” Draco teased playfully, running the callused pads of his fingers down the soft skin of her back – from the mole on her left shoulder down to the starburst birthmark just above the base of her spine. It was a path his lips had long since memorized.

“Is that any way to talk to your wife?” Hermione huffed in feigned outrage, her lilting smile betraying her true emotions as she peeked up at him with her beautiful chocolate colored eyes. His wife. Two words he would never tire of hearing.

“My humblest apologies, Mrs. Malfoy,” Draco smirked. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Well, Mr. Malfoy, stop speaking like that, for one,” Hermione laughed. “And breakfast would be nice.”

Draco leaned down, smiling into the kiss he pressed to Hermione’s lips. “Mmm…breakfast does sound nice,” he mumbled against her mouth. But Draco wasn’t really thinking about breakfast as he rolled them over, peppering sloppy kisses down Hermione’s neck and across her chest, his hands roaming up and down her sides before settling on her hips.

“Draco, I’m serious,” she moaned, her hands wrapping around fistfuls of blanket as his lips trailed further down her chest. Draco smirked before taking one of her breasts in his mouth, watching in satisfaction as Hermione’s head pressed into the pillows beneath her, her back arching up in pleasure as his tongue blazed a path towards her belly button. He hummed happily against her stomach as Hermione’s fingers found their way to his hair, tugging lightly in silent instruction. He brought his lips back up to hers, her tongue licking greedily into his mouth as she angled to flip them over so she was back on top.

Hermione sat up, straddling his waist as she stared down at him, a satisfied smile settling on her sinfully pink lips. “I really am hungry,” she laughed, clambering off him before Draco realized what was happening. She was halfway out of the bedroom before Draco even sat up, swinging his feet off the bed. He chased after her, following the sounds of her echoing footsteps as he made his way through the unfamiliar rental house, not really having paid attention to the layout the night before.

He almost tripped when his foot caught on the trousers he’d abandoned at the top of the stairs less than twelve hours ago, but he managed to catch himself in time, keeping his eyes glued for any other items of clothing strewn across his path as he hurried to catch up with Hermione. He spotted her rounding the corner as he reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes sparkling in amusement as she glanced back and saw him staring appreciatively at her bum.

He caught up with her in the hallway leading to the kitchen, his strong arms wrapping around her as both of them laughed breathlessly. “You weren’t lying,” Draco mumbled against the sensitive skin of Hermione’s neck as her stomach grumbled with hunger. “Let’s get you some food.”

The kitchen had been stocked prior to their arrival, so Draco went directly to the cupboards, pulling out all of the dry ingredients necessary to make pancakes whilst Hermione went to the refrigerator and pulled out the wet ingredients, as well as various fruits they would use as toppings. “You know, I think naked breakfast is my favorite,” Draco mused cheekily as Hermione busied herself locating a cutting board.

“Well, we could’ve done it more often if you ever remembered to close the curtains at yours,” Hermione laughed as Draco dodged the blueberry she tossed playfully at his head.

“Can I get that in writing?” Draco teased, wrapping his arms around Hermione’s middle as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Hermione popped a piece of strawberry in her mouth, smiling as she went to press a kiss to Draco’s cheek in reply. He turned to catch her lips with his at the last second, and Draco could taste the sweet tartness of the strawberry as he deepened the kiss, breakfast all but forgotten as he spun Hermione around – pressing their hips together as he trapped her against the cool granite countertop.

Hermione’s hands slid down to Draco’s hipbones as he sponged kisses down her neck, the small noises of contentment escaping her lips bringing a smug smirk to his as he sucked at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Draco would never get tired of this – getting to kiss Hermione, that is. Kissing her was effortless. He always felt everything, and nothing, all at once. And with the way he had her body pressed against his, each slight movement was a flash of brilliant friction, leaving his mind dizzy even after all these years.

Hermione began to scatter feather light kisses across Draco’s collarbones, his breath releasing in a hiss when her hands inched lower, teasing him as they danced from his hipbones to inner thighs. “Mmm…”she mumbled against his neck, dragging her hands up to rest on Draco’s chest, her nails tapping a beat similar to the one he could feel thudding in his chest. “Just think about all the fun we can have…after you make me breakfast.” Draco was so flustered, that he didn’t have time to brace himself as she pushed against his chest, causing him to stumble back against the cool metal of the refrigerator. That snapped him back to reality like a harsh kick to the gut.

“Fine,” he sighed, his feigned pout earning an eye roll from Hermione as he walked back over to continue making the pancake batter he had abandoned, halfprepared.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Well, I should hope so,” Hermione laughed as she resumed chopping strawberries. “You did marry me, after all.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Draco smiled. “I guess that makes me the lucky one.”

“And don’t you forget that.”

“Oi! You’re supposed to say something sweet back,” Draco whined playfully.

“If I did that, I wouldn’t be the girl you fell in love with.” Draco laughed as Hermione wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him.

They finished their breakfast prep with minimal interruption – a few stolen kisses and teasing taste tests aside – and Draco began ladling pancake batter onto the hot griddle as Hermione sat on a stool in front of the breakfast bar, sipping a mug of freshlybrewed coffee. “You know, this might just be my favorite view in the world,” Hermione sighed happily from where she was sat behind Draco. He nodded in agreement as he stared out the window to his left, a vast expanse of white sand and impossibly blue water meeting his gaze.

“It’s quite beautiful,” he acknowledged, turning back to the task before him so he didn’t burn the pancakes.

“S’not what I was admiring.” Draco jumped as Hermione’s coffeewarmed hands slid up his chest and her lips pressed against his shoulder with her mumbled confession. He swallowed harshly as he flipped the pancakes on the griddle, the spatula slipping from his hands as Hermione’s inched dangerously lower.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hermione laughed, the throaty vibrations tickling against Draco’s back. “Am I distracting you?”

“Nno,” Draco grimaced at the way his voice cracked like a teenager.

“Good, wouldn’t want you to ruin breakfast and have to start over,” Hermione teased. It took all of Draco’s concentration to finish cooking the pancakes on the griddle – Hermione never ceasing with her roaming hands and playful nips and kisses sponged along the expanse of Draco’s back. As soon as the last pancake was removed from the hot surface to the awaiting plate, Draco spun around, catching Hermione’s lips with his as she gasped into his mouth. She tasted like hazelnut coffee and strawberries and Draco thought he would never need to eat again; he could simply feed off the energy he felt whenever he held Hermione like this. He always felt like his whole body was on fire, ready to jump out of his skin, when those soft little moans of pleasure slipped from her and he knew it was all his doing.

“God, I love you,” he sighed happily as he pulled back to grin at her lazily, resting his forehead on hers, both their chests heaving as they tried to replace the oxygen they’d been denying themselves as they got caught up in one another.

“Love you, more,” Hermione bit her lip as she peered up at Draco through her eye lashes, the sultry look in her eyes doing nothing to calm his racing heart.

“Impossible,” Draco whispered against her lips.

“Nope,” Hermione argued, sucking on his bottom lip gently. “And, I’ll spend forever proving it if I have to.”

“But first, breakfast.”

[stevie-kd]

“Feral”

Part 5

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

Read part 4 here

::in which Bakugou and Kirishima are closer than ever, quite literally and figuratively. Bakugou messes up, plans are definitely NOT cancelled, and there is a maybe date happening::

P.S. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST. It was a loooong week. I’ve gotten a promotion though, so that was cool! Anywho, I’ll try and be quicker with the updates since I have a lot of my one-shots already half finished:)

P.P.S. I wrote out the whole chapter and apparently it’s exceeded a word count or something so I had to split it into two chapters. I just have to give it a quick edit and I’ll have it up today, hopefully in the next couple hours.

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Aizawa kept Bakugou for one more night just for observation. He was allowed back to class Tuesday morning.

Kirishima waited outside of his dorm for Bakugou to finish getting ready. He played a game on his phone and leaned against the wall opposite of Bakugou’s door.

He’d only been waiting a few minutes before the door opened and a fully-uniformed Bakugou Katsuki stepped out. He looked well rested and much more like himself than Kirishima had seen him in days. He still had his usual grumpy look, but it put a smile on Kirishima’s face to see it. He’d missed Bakugou so much that having him back felt like a hole had been filled in his chest.

Kirishima didn’t think about what he did next until Bakugou pulled away. The redhead looked down at their hands, dawning on him that he’d just tried to hold Bakugou’s hand. The movement felt so natural, almost like an instinct.

“Oh!” he said, surprised by himself. “I’m sorry, man. That was weird of me. I didn’t even think about it—”

“It’s fine, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou interrupted him. “Here.”

Kirishima watched as Bakugou laced their arms together at their elbows. He had a weird scowl on his face, but he didn’t say anything about it and opted to tug Kirishima along to get him moving. Together, arm in arm, they descended the hall until they reached the elevator.

They didn’t say a word the whole ride down. Kirishima was too lost in his racing thoughts to come up with the right thing to say.

Was Bakugou touch starved? He wasn’t ever the type of guy to initiate any sort of touching. Though, he hadn’t been able to get near anyone in days. On average, at least a few times a day Kirishima would lean on him or put a hand on his shoulder or sometimes even throw him into a surprise hug the blond didn’t see coming. Bakugou had adapted to Kirishima’s fondness. This—having Bakugou as the initiator—was so foreign, Kirishima couldn’t wrap his head around it.

They didn’t let go of each other until they reached the kitchen. Kirishima tossed Bakugou ingredients and utensils as the explosive boy whipped up some egg drop ramen for the two of them.

He usually made more food to include the Bakusquad, but he never bothered with breakfast. The other three were never up early enough.

As it turned out, Kaminari was right: Kirishima had missed Bakugou’s cooking. He wasn’t sure where the blond learned to cook so well, but Kirishima would have given his pal a five star review on Yelp if he could have.

“What did I miss in class?” Bakugou asked after they’d sat down. He was twirling his chopsticks around in his bowl to pick up some noodles.

“Don’t know,” Kirishima answered through a mouthful. He swallowed before continuing. “I didn’t really go to class yesterday.”

Bakugou frowned. He glared at his ramen like he’d just witnessed it murder his cat. “Let’s ask Ponytail for her notes. I’m not asking shitty Deku. His notebook is a fucking mess.”

“Good idea,” Kirishima agreed. “Hey, did you wanna do some extra training after class? The gym is free today. We could work on our special moves like last time.”

Bakugou seemed to be thinking it over. After a moment of considering, he set his chopsticks down. “What if we went to the movies?”

Kirishima stared at him. He’d said it in such a soft voice, Kirishima knew he was being serious. “The movies? Over training? That doesn’t sound like you.”

He glared in return. “Do you want to or not, Shitty Hair?”

He laughed. “Yeah, totally! Was there a movie you had in mind?”

Bakugou picked his chopsticks back up and was using the utensils to play with his food. Kirishima couldn’t help thinking he looked shy. His cheeks were the slightest hint of pink. “There’s that action movie… I know you like those.”

Kirishima perked up at that. “Really? You’re talking about the one where those two guys have to duel for the dojo after their master is killed, right?”

“The only cheesy-as-hell action movie in the theaters right now, yes.”

“Dude, I’ve wanted to watch that forever! It didn’t do great in the box office, but I think it looks great! You really want to sit through that for me? That doesn’t seem like your kind of movie.”

He finally stood to take his bowl to the sink. “I just want to get out. I’ve spent the last four days staring at white walls.” He nodded his head to Kirishima’s empty bowl, who got the message and passed it over.

“I’m down for the movie, one-hundred percent! And, hey—maybe this weekend we can go hiking? That should help get you out of your own head.”

He hummed in response. “There was that new trail we could try.”

“Oh! Yeah, I remember that. We wanted to go last time, but it was getting too dark so we didn’t get the chance. How’s your schedule look? I’m free all weekend!”

He finished up washing their dishes and deposited them onto the drying rack. “Let’s go Saturday. My shitty aunt is in town this weekend, so I can avoid her at least then. I have some stupid family dinner my parents are making me go to on Sunday if… uh, if you wanna go.”

Kirishima cocked his head. “To your family dinner? You want me to go? Would I be intruding?”

Bakugou leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “No. If you’re there I might actually act ‘civil’ is how my old hag put it. You can sleep over too, if you want.”

Kirishima’s eyes sparkled. A sleepover? At Bakugou’s house?! He’d been over a few times, and he loved being able to spend the extra time with his hot-headed friend. But a sleepover? His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

“Hell yeah! You usually head home Friday nights, right? What time should I be around Saturday to head on the hike?”

“Just come home with me Friday. Then we can leave early.”

Holy. Shit.

Two whole nights with Bakugou. He felt like his brain was about to short circuit.

His moms wouldn’t like him not visiting over the weekend, but they would understand. He talked pretty highly of Bakugou to his parents, so they would know how much this meant to him.

He pumped his fists together. “Alright! A guys’ weekend! This is gonna be great, man! We can watch movies and play video games, and I’m gonna get you to stay up past eight-thirty!”

Bakugou snorted. “Then I’ll make sure to wake you up by six in the morning.”

“No!” Kirishima gasped. “That’s just cruel, man.”

Bakugou smirked and grabbed his book bag, then headed for the door. Kirishima jumped up to follow.

Class was extra boring today, and Kirishima couldn’t pay attention to a word of his lessons. The day dragged on, probably because he had the movies with Bakugou to look forward to.

Finally, the bell rang for lunch. He and the squad moved out while Bakugou stayed back to collect the homework assignments he missed yesterday. He’d catch up with them after.

They were all seated at their usual table, Ashido chatting everyone’s ears off. Kirishima zoned out staring out the window at the lawn when the pink-haired girl brought him back down to earth.

“Kiri? Babe. Earth to Kirishima.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. My head is all over the place today.”

He hadn’t even realized Bakugou sat down beside him. The blond was giving him a weird look as he popped open his bento box.

“So!” Kaminari exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention. “I had this idea—”

“Oh shit,” Bakugou muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Kaminari glared at him while everyone else laughed. “Anyway. Wouldn’t it be such a good idea if we challenged Bakugou and Sato to a cook off? Our class chef versus our class baker. It'd be epic!”

“I love it!” Ashido announced.

Sero looked into the distance dreamily. “Think about all the leftover food.”

“I don’t bake,” Bakugou stated. “I don’t do sweets. And Sugar Freak is a shit cook. Wouldn’t be much of a challenge.”

“Well, we can have you both whip up something as a main dish and then a dessert to follow,” Ashido suggested. “We could vote whose meal was better.”

Bakugou didn’t look impressed. He stuffed a chunk of beef into his mouth and ignored the rest of the conversation.

“What if we did it tonight? Everyone’s free, right?”

Kirishima whipped his head up from his meal to face Kaminari. “Not tonight, man. We’ve got homework to catch up on, and Bakugou and I were going to catch a movie.”

Everyone’s eyebrows scrunched. They stared between the two boys like this was weird behavior of them.

“The movies?” Ashido asked, her expression shifting to something more mischievous. “Like, just the two of you? Alone?”

“You annoying shitsticks aren’t coming, so don’t even ask,” Bakugou said in his grumpy voice.

Kaminari raised a devilish eyebrow. “So… is this like… a date?”

Kirishima felt his ears grow hot. “No! No, it’s not like that! We’re just two bros going to the movies! Right, Katsuki?”

He looked over to the blond, who had a death grip on his chopsticks. His face read pure rage, but there was a blush crawling up his neck and cheeks. It seemed to worsen at the use of his given name. The chopsticks snapped in his grip.

“KATSUKI?!” Ashido practically screamed. “He lets you call him by his given name?”

The other two boys were dying at this point. They clutched their stomachs as they busted out laughing, tears sparkling in their eyes. Sero slapped a hand on the table. “Oh my god! I can’t breathe!”

Bakugou slammed his own fists against the table and stood. “FUCK YOU GUYS, WE’RE OUT OF HERE! COME ON, SHITTY HAIR! LET’S GO.”

Kirishima stood on wobbly legs, his meal forgotten as his mind reeled. He chased after Bakugou, a million questions racing through his brain he couldn’t seem to vocalize. Was this a date? If it wasn’t, wouldn’t Bakugou have corrected them? If it was, why’d he get so defensive?

Bakugou turned around and grabbed Kirishima by the elbow to speed him up. They must have been too loud, because half the cafeteria’s eyes were watching them as they left.

They made it back to the classroom, and Bakugou’s grip hadn't let up. He finally let go when he moved to his desk and sat down heavily. He crossed his arms and turned his face away from Kirishima.

“Uh,” Kirishima tried to form words, but he wasn’t sure what to say. “Should we talk about this?”

“No,” he answered quickly.

“Well, that seemed to really bother you back there. If you were thinking—”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Eijirou.”

Kirishima could see the angry blush on his face when he glanced back at the redhead. Kirishima settled into the desk beside his. “Alright. You still want to go though, don’t you?”

He huffed. “Yeah, we’re still fucking going.”

His lips spread into a smile. “Glad to hear it! I can’t wait.”

The two broke out their homework after that, attempting to get caught up before the rest of the class slowly trickled back in. To Kirishima’s surprise, it was Bakugou who was having trouble focusing.

Class started up again, and Kirishima had to migrate back to his own desk. A worksheet was passed out by Midnight, and they were told to fill out what they could. Kirishima was only a few questions in when he glanced Bakugou’s way out of habit.

Midoriya was leaning forward, whispering something to Bakugou, who looked his usual amount of annoyed. It was when the green-haired boy reached out to tap Bakugou’s shoulder that chaos ensued.

Kirishima shot from his desk and across the room before most students even noticed anything was wrong. Everything happened so fast, even Kirishima’s brain had to play catch up.

Bakugou had snapped. In an instant, he’d had Midoriya pinned to the floor, slashing at his face with the claws that weren’t there. Midoriya was obviously caught off guard, but he was still fast enough to hold his arms up to shield his face from Bakugou’s attacks.

Kirishima tackled Bakugou off of his rival, using his hardening to pin him down. Bakugou was uncharacteristically hissing like some wild animal. Sero and Tokoyami were out of their seats now too, ready to help if they could.

“Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled, trying to snap the blond back to reality. “Katsuki, stop! It’s me! It’s Eijirou!”

Midnight stood above the boys, her hand resting on her sleeve and ready to tear it to put Bakugou to sleep with her quirk. Kirishima quickly shook his head at her. “Don’t! That won’t help.”

Bakugou’s movements became sluggish and he was blinking hard, quicly coming back to his senses. Kirishima watched as realization dawned in his eyes. He looked between Kirishima on top of him to Midoriya on the ground a few feet away. “Shit,” he cursed.

“Kacchan, I’m sorry!” Midoriya apologized. “I didn’t know the quirk hadn’t worn off yet. I shouldn’t have touched you. Kacchan, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t fucking apologize to me, damn nerd!” he shouted in return. He growled in frustration. “I thought this shit was over.”

“It’s alright, man,” Kirishima sighed, relieved to have Bakugou back. He slid off of the blond and sat on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. “Midoriya, you okay?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“Ahem,” Midnight cleared her throat. She had her hands on her hips and an unimpressed look on her face. “Could someone tell me what’s going on?”

“After effects,” Todoroki was the one to explain to Kirishima’s surprise. “It seems the quirk hasn’t quite worn off.”

“I’m fine now,” Bakugou grumbled. “It’s gone.”

“I highly doubt—”

“It was a fluke!”

“Guys!” Kirishima raised his voice to get them to stop. Bakugou glared at him for his interruption. Kirishima ignored the look and turned back to the other student still on the floor. “Midoriya, why don’t you swap seats with me for today?”

Midoriya nodded, finally pulling himself off the ground. “Good idea.”

Bakugou caught Kirishima’s wrist before he could stand as well. “I don’t need a damn babysitter.”

“I’m not babysitting you,” the redhead fired back. “My quirk is best suited to stop you if it happens again, which I doubt it will. Just a precaution, man.”

Midnight was tapping her foot, arms folded as she stared the two down. “Are you boys sure this is such a good idea?”

“Yes,” they said in unison. They looked at each other, and Bakugou bowed his head to allow Kirishima to finish. “He’ll be fine. It won’t happen again, and I’ll be there to stop him before it could happen again.”

She clicked her tongue. “Alright. I’ll allow it. Don’t make me regret it. And there had better not be any more interruptions.”

Everyone migrated back to their seats and the light chatter died off. Kirishima and Midoriya collected their things and traded seats. Once he was seated, Kirishima noticed a folded up piece of paper on the corner of the desk.

He opened it as quietly as he could, but Midnight seemed pretty preoccupied by the romance novel her eyes were glued to. It was definitely Bakugou’s handwriting, all caps and angry penmanship.

THANK YOU EIJIRO. YOU’ RE A GOOD FRIEND

Kirishima smiled. Bakugou really had grown so much in his time since coming to UA. Kirishima was so proud to be the explosive boy’s friend.

It’s cool ! Don’t sweat it man . Still wanna see that movie tonight ??

He tossed the note over Bakugou’s shoulder, who jumped a little like he was surprised to see it return. Kirishima could hear his pencil scrawling out a reply.

He passed it back, his eyes on Midnight to avoid being caught passing notes.

STILL THINK IT’S A GOOD IDEA?

Totally !! I wanna spend time with you dude

He chewed on his lip. Maybe that was a little too forward. He ended up erasing that bit and starting over.

Yeh man I think it’d be good for you to get out . Being cooped up for days isn’t good for ya

Bakugou held onto the note for a few minutes, maybe contemplating what to say. Kirishima tried to focus on his assignment, but it proved impossible and he ended up circling random answers.

Bakugou twisted his arm behind his back and held the folded note between two fingers. Kirishima plucked it from his grasp and unfurled it again.

COME TO MY ROOM AFTER YOU’RE READY TO GO. WE’RE GONNA GET DINNER FIRST SHITTY HAIR.

Kirishima giggled, and a few heads turned his way. He was too excited to care about the prying eyes or the blush that rose to his cheeks.

He couldn’t help but think about how date-like this seemed. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but… well.

He couldn’t help it.

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Hope you guys liked it, and thanks for the read !!

Read part 6 here

8/31/2020

[orbitariums]

HEALING | thor odinson + reader

okay so i started writing this in november of 2019 and i really loved where i was going with it but never finished, so i continued it yesterday and finished it just now and here it is!!!

it takes place after the fight with the hulk in sakaar, you’re a healer and you take care of thor with your sisters. but there is something more there, and something that he has to offer you, as well. 

warnings/notes: quick paced!, falling in loooove, thor eats you out & fingers you, intercourse, sooo much talk ab divinity and gods (bc if you’re fucking a god that shit better feel different), empath + healer reader w/ powers, thor is emotionally attached and also hot, reader! is melancholy, descriptions of wounds, kinda cathartic fucking for the both of them, pussy heals, thor doesn’t know the difference between lord & god (but still has a preference n i love him for that)

& tbh i’m rlly proud of this share y’alls thoughts!!

word count: 8.8k

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HEALING | thor odinson

    He was badly injured. Cuts and scrapes adorned his body like broken holiday ornaments, jagged bruises ran along his limbs. On the side of his face there was a gash that ran from the arch of his thick, bushy brows down to his chin, still fresh with blood. All these were injuries that would take eons to heal or leave scars, if you and your sister were regular doctors from planet Earth. Luckily, your healing powers would make for a quick recovery, though he would have to be nursed back to health by the sight of his injuries.

    Your powers, shared with your four sisters, were the strongest. You were the only healers in Sakaar. They needed you. You were there for the end of every brutal battle or fight in the arena, with nectar, elixirs, and herbal remedies that you used on your patients.

    Your fingers tingled with magic, you could run them along any broken bone or scar and the bone would snap back into place, the scar would fade. You were powerful women, with abilities like no other on the planet of Sakaar, as much as the Grandmaster hated to admit it.

     Still, even looking at this man, bulky and fit as he was, you couldn't help but lament the gash running down his face. You would try to relieve it, but it would probably be scarred forever, lest he stay behind and let you mend him to the best of your abilities. Nonetheless, you turned to one of your sisters, Amindi.

    "Pass me the moon water," you said, and she passed you the jug full of sparkling, night blue liquid that had been charged by the powers of the moon, known for its abilities to cure deep cuts and heal internally as well. Holding the heavy jug up with ease, you frowned slightly while looking down at his face. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful - not for long. "Gods. This is going to sting."

    You dipped a cloth in the moonwater and let the blue liquid spread, its slightly gooey consistency dripping down the cloth. You leaned forward, your body hovering over the man's face while your sisters tended to his upper body and legs. You had your elbow lying gently on his chest to balance and you were slowly, very tentatively raising your hand with the cloth in it up to his face.

   You felt deep sorrow for some reason — as a healer you hated to see anyone in pain, it was maternal for you — but you felt especially pitiful for this man. Your powers as a healer included being an empath, which was a blessing and a curse at times. Melancholy, masked by anger, coursed through your very veins. This man had lost something, something dire to him. He had lost a few things, and was not able to properly process it. You felt his losses, pitied him.

       Your fingers trembled before you gently placed the cloth on top of his broken skin, and, just as you expected, he woke with a roaring start, pain searing through his body like raw meat against a flame. You flinched at the volume of his yell. He sat up immediately, his heart pounding like he had just been woken from a bad dream. He was clearly in a disarray, confused, and also in pain from the sting of the moonwater against his skin, though the gash it was meant to heal was beginning to close up.

     Your sisters had no idea how to react to this, this confused, angry-looking hulking man in front of them. They all stood at his feet, keeping their distance from him and watching intently with their hands behind their backs. You were still beside him, though you leaned away, your cloth clutched tightly in his hand.

   "Who are you?" he demanded to know. "Where..."

He glanced around the room, your wooden cabin that served as a house for you and your sisters and an infirmary, and groaned, realization setting in on his drooping face.

You blinked, astonished at how he appeared when he was coherent, and stumbled to your feet.

    You said your name, trying to keep your voice steady. He was still a foreigner to you and after what he'd survived you didn't know what he was capable of. You started to walk over mindlessly to your sisters.

    "My sisters. Amindi, Mina, Niva, Zahra. We are healers. We're here to help you." You turned to your sisters to dismiss them. "Go on, I've got him."

They scrambled away with ease, leaving you and this man alone. He was standing up now, though he winced - there was still a black bruise at his stomach, around the curve that led to the inside of his trousers. You looked down at it and grimaced. His eyes followed yours and he furrowed his brows, then looked up as if he was concerned with something else.

    "Sir?" He grunted in response, turning his head to face you, and you tilted your head at him curiously. "Who are you?"

    "Thor, son of Odin," he sighed out deeply through his nose and walked around the room, looking for something.

You could only watch him, trying to hide how your eyes took in his build as he stalked around the room. You watched in amazement at how his muscles flexed when he bent down to pick up his armor vest, and slip it on over his head. You still didn't know who he was, as you knew nothing of Asgard. But despite your intrigue, your face still contorted in concern when you saw him put the vest on over his injuries.

    "Please, you mustn't," you urged him, and you found yourself marching toward him, forgetting his very apparent strength and how you knew nothing about him. "Take that off," you insisted, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips.

It was then that he noticed your beauty, your goddess-like body and the beauty etched into your face, a kind of hereditary, natural beauty that would stretch on for years and be passed down for generations. And now, up close to him, you could see the intense blue of his eyes and the pink color of his full lips. Your eyes met for a moment, and you both held them there. Thor was the first to break away, still frustrated, his voice dark.

    "I'm fine," he huffed.

Your jaw clenched with sudden annoyance - you wanted to make sure he was okay, but he was fighting you already, and gods, you had been taking care of him all afternoon. You reacted too quickly for your brain to slow you down, and you kicked at his waist where the bruise was.

Despite the fact that you couldn't have kicked him that hard, considering your strength versus his, he let out a puff of pain and his eyes shut tight. You folded your arms, your eyebrows raised and lips puckered, eyes narrowed slightly.

    "You're not," you retorted very matter-of-factly.

He glared at you, but was silent. He knew you were right. You reached forward and put your hands around his body, taking off the vest yourself since he wouldn't. You looked down and your eyes dragged up his toned stomach, chest and shoulders until you met his eyes. He was smiling knowingly, and the mischief in his smile showed in those crystal blue eyes of his. You cleared your throat and blinked, looking away as if nothing had happened.

    "I'll need to patch you up first, before you even try to go anywhere," you said, your voice terse as you tried to dismiss what had just happened.

You turned around, gathering the materials you would need, and his eyes followed the back of your body wherever you went.

    "Why are you so concerned?" Thor asked, and you turned over your shoulder to face him, glaring at him,

    "Because it's my job." You paused as you walked towards him. "And more than my job, it's my duty. So stop questioning me and let me do what I do best."

Thor seemed impressed, and raised his brows, a faint smile playing at his lips,

    "My apologies."

You huffed out loudly, already feeling guilty for lashing out at him. Of course he was a little on edge. He clearly wasn't from here and he had probably been through a lot. He had woken up in pain, people he didn't know surrounding him, in a location he wasn't familiar with. You were a person who was inclined to be kind and nurturing, you wanted to make him feel safe. But you had felt so much just by looking at him, so much of his pain— it seemed unfair that you were always feeling another's pain.

    "I'm sorry," you murmured, in front of him now and dropping slowly to your knees so you could be at eye level with his bruise. You unscrewed the cap of an elixir that would hopefully clear up the bruise, and turned the bottle over into your hands, rubbing them together. "It's been a long day. For the both of us, I can imagine."

When you looked up at him, you were surprised to see him staring down at you already, his face hard and eyes steady on you, studying your anatomy and everything about you.

    "It has been. But you are beautiful. That could make up for all the time lost," Thor said, and his voice was unbelievably velvety smooth, his words like music to your ears.

You couldn't fight the smile appearing at the curve of your lips, looking up at him knowingly.

    "Thank you," you said, and you brought your attention back to his injury, massaging the wound with your palms, the elixir still spread on your hands. You let your fingers run across it, your touch making him feel something in his chest, something heavy and light at the same time. You frowned and breathed out loudly. "You are badly hurt. What on Sakaar did you even do?"

You looked up at him again and he sighed out in annoyance.

    "A raging fight," he looked pained to remember it. "I regret to recall it. That hulking beast. I knew him, you know — but he wasn't like before. Scratched me up a bit, he did. Nothing you can't fix, I suppose."

You blinked slowly, looking down at all your materials as you realized what he was talking about. Your eyebrows furrowed as you squinted up at him,

    "You mean Grandmaster's champion?"

Thor rolled his eyes, sickened by that title,

"If by champion, you mean Hulk, yes. To me, he's Dr. Banner. But no, not then he wasn't."

More realization sunk into you, but before you addressed it, you placed your hands, cupped together, over his bruise. Closing your eyes, you channeled your healing energy into his body, and he could see and feel the bruise clearing up as you hovered your hands over him. He felt the wave of purity rush through him and he groaned loudly, making you bite down on your lip as your mind traveled to less pure places. He felt refreshed, as if he had been cleansed entirely.

    "You feel that?" you asked, and he breathed out shakily, his body trembling,

    "Yes, I feel it. Gods... what is this power?"

    "I was born with it," you shrugged, used to the question people asked you and your sisters, in sheer amazement.

You stood up and dusted off your knees, still standing in front of him. For a moment you were both silent, studying each other's faces. Another nurturing instinct went off in you, and you reached up to touch the new scar that ran down his face, running your finger down it. Every time you touched it, it faded, but only a little. It would be there for a long time.

He could feel your energy, pure, holistic and full of light, surge through him every time you touched him. He was looking into your eyes, but you were distracted by the sight of his scar, wanting to heal it completely because the urgency in your mind told you to do so, but you knew you couldn't fully.

When you had finished touching his scar with your gentle, wondering fingers, you caught sight of him staring intently at you, and looked down, clearing your throat.

    "So you're the lord of thunder," you said out loud, and he nodded,

    "Well, god of thunder, but, yes. And king of Asgard," former king, actually, but he said that anyway. How would you be able to know?

You raised an inquisitive brow,

    "What's the difference between lord and god?"

Thor opened his mouth to speak as if he were sure of himself, then you could see the doubt cast in his eyes,

    "I - well, I don't know."

You laughed slightly, and although he was still confused, he laughed too, smiling simply because of the fact that you were smiling and that he had been the reason why.

    "You're funny," you said, smiling to yourself. "How'd you end up here, Thor, God of Thunder?"

He smirked at how his title sounded coming from your sweet lips, and indulged you in his backstory. You sat back, listening to him, and when he was done, you felt like you knew him much better. You felt you could trust him. And the feelings he had caused you had been accurate. He had lost things and people he held closest to his heart, been betrayed. He was thrown onto this planet and into chaos without even getting a word in, and all his hurt had been locked up inside of him.

    "But you are here," he said, looking up at you from where he'd been sitting. "And I like being around you. It's not every day I get to be under the care of someone so beautiful."

You smiled but raised your brows dubiously. He was god of thunder and a king where he was from, or at least from royal blood. How could he not have had his fair share of beautiful women?

    "Really? You don't talk to the women on your planet?" you challenged him, sitting up and smirking.

Thor laughed awkwardly, knowing he'd been called out on his bullshit but still continuing his lie anyway, faltering still under your blazing stare,

    "Well, I have seen quite a few women, yes, and... been with them, of course, but you... are... different."

You laughed loudly, throwing your head back, and though Thor was red as a tomato, he smiled at the sound of your unashamed laughter and the smile he could hear in it.

     "Oh, you're very good at what you do, you must be quite the charmer back at home," you suggested, a sarcastic glint in your voice, eyeing him down with a devilish look in your eyes.

He shifted, trying to ignore how that look in your eyes made him feel, the devilish things it made him think of,

    "How could I not be? But stop avoiding the real topic at hand here, which is you. I hardly know anything about you, except that you're a healer. That can't be all."

You shook your head and folded your arms,

    "I don't even know why we're fraternizing right now, you should be back in the city."

Your cabin with the infirmary attached was on the outskirts of the city. You needed to be surrounded by greenery and secluded in nature for the healing energy you needed. You and your sisters were partially excluded from the main part of the city, mostly voluntarily, and only went into town for materials or to speak with the Grandmaster or his counterparts. But otherwise you lived happily amongst yourself, outside of all the chaos and concrete jungle.

    "I should, though I don't want to. But we've been talking for this long. I'll bet they've hardly noticed how long I've been gone," Thor said, and boy, was he wrong.

So you gave in, because you liked his presence too, his strong and becoming image and how you interacted. You wanted to be around him for as long as you could, as you didn't get to take advantage of many interactions like this. It wasn't everyday that a beautiful man, a god at that, came to you for one thing and ended up staying with you for another. It would do no harm.

So you uncrossed your arms and shrugged widely,

      "You want to know more about me? Follow me, I can show you."

You were outside your cabin with Thor. He took in the lush greenery all around him, all the foreign plants and trees he had never seen before, the way the branches hung low over the rooftops, protecting your house. Nature was a sheath around your home. As you led him around outside, letting him see where you grew your herbs and made medicines, you told him your life story.

    You had grown up in Halcyon with your four sisters, which was a planet not far from Sakaar. But after the war, you were thrown unwillingly onto Sakaar. At first, you and your sisters were all going to be sacrificed.

    "But, Grandmaster spared us all when he saw our healing skills. He let us stay. But we were to stay distant from the city and live amongst ourselves, and work as healers in order to stay on this planet."

    "Why not go back to Halcyon?" Thor asked, engaged in your story. You paused, and Thor could see the hurt and contemplation on your face.

    "Why go back to where there's nothing left?" you swallowed hard, blinking away tears. Halcyon was your home, a home full of nature and love and light. Sakaar was nothing like that. Sakaar was like an eternal disco from hell, that was exactly how it could be explained.

You continued.

    "I've always been an empath. I could feel your pain before you told me your story. I felt I could connect with you, maybe I can. Here, come in," you walked over to the cabin where you all stayed in.

It had many floors and many rooms - it was spacious. You went to the kitchen and put on a cup of tea, which meant boiling hot water and adding herbs to it while Thor watched, sitting at the kitchen table.

You brought his cup and sat in front of him. He took a sip, looking up at you from the brim of the cup the whole time, like he wanted to say something. So when he put the cup down, he did.

    "We could leave here, together," he said, his voice and eyes dead serious.

You choked on your tea,

    "What?"

    "We'll go to Asgard. I'll have to fight off my demon sister, but you can help heal those who she wounded. Your sisters too, bring them. We'll escape this place."

    "That's a terrible idea," you laughed nervously, miffed.

     "What's so terrible about it?" asked Thor, miffed. He seemed like he truly and desperately wanted to go through with this idea. "You won't be back on Halcyon but you'll be out of here, and so will I. It doesn't get better than that."

     "Thor, I couldn't just... just leave. Neither could you, you've got that— that thing on your neck," you huffed, standing up from the table and beginning to walk back and forth, packing.

You were contemplating your whole life now. You were a level headed person, but that was just the problem. Too often, you accepted things as they were. The idea of change seemed radical although it was what you wanted, and you weren't committing a crime against your morals. It just seemed ludicrous and you were sure it wouldn't work. But Thor wasn't letting you off that easy. He jumped to his feet as well, and followed you, cutting in front of you and stopping your pacing as he talked over you.

      "No no, listen to me, YN," there was a sure fire in his voice. He was confident in himself, and you figured he probably always was too confident, because this was stupid. "This is what you want, this is what you deserve. Why are you so against that?"

You were breathing heavily in and out, and Thor put his strong hands over yours, holding them in the small space between you and him.

      "I..." your eyes darted from his lips to his eyes, and you couldn't decide where to place them.

     "Hmm?" Thor hummed, raising his brows up at you and looking down at you.

     He was towering tall above you and the proximity of your bodies was making you dizzy, as well as the natural, pleasant fragrance he had. He was warm, and he was strong and big, overwhelming your senses. He had a look in his eyes that was caring and genuine, but you knew he knew what he was doing, cornering you like this. He pushed strands of your hair behind your ear, the slight touch of his fingers against your skin electrifying you. Definitely God of Thunder.

      He leaned in and before you knew it, you were too, your head tilting and your lips meeting his in a divine fit. Your lips tasted like sweet honey and tea, and his tasted like war, metallic blood from his fights, and the herbs in the tea you had made. He kissed you gently, placing his hands on the side of your face while you let yours wrap around his waist, taking it all in.

     Your brain was lost in the fuzz of the moment and your thoughts seemed to have sludged away like mush. You were leaning so far into the kiss that you nearly stumbled when he pulled back, the sound of your lips pulling away could be heard in the quiet house. Your sisters were elsewhere, all that mattered was you and him.

      "You can't just do that," you muttered, though you didn't care, and your eyelids were lowered, your eyes glued to his wet lips.

It wasn't often you kissed your patients - it was more like never, in fact. It wasn't on your agenda. But with Thor, it felt so undoubtedly right, like you'd be stupid to even question it.

He refrained from smiling, his voice quiet and his eyes scanning your transfixed face.

    "Should I do it again?"

You barely nodded before your hands slid up to his shoulders and gripped, feeling the whole of his muscle, leaning in further and letting his lips take over. His tongue whispered secrets into your mouth and you could feel your lashes brush against his cheek. He let his hands travel down your sides and your waist, squeezing at the curves of your body and wanting to feel all of you. Your energies were merging with each other, the heat rising between the two of you, the both of you getting the other more excited.

Thor lit a fire in you - his divinity shone a fiery light inside of you, the kind that hadn't been lit in far too long. You felt drunk with power and your want for him, your hands hanging lazily around his neck as he picked you up by your thighs and walked over to the counter, your lips still attached.

      And you ignited passion in Thor, made him feel whole enough to truly see with his own two eyes, to find a way out of this place he considered cursed, to go back to Asgard. He felt pure and cleansed, like all the bad energy had been swiped away by your touch, by your plump lips against his. He ran his tongue absentmindedly, but with every intention, along your bottom lip, making you sigh out in pleasure like you had never known before.

He was turning on every sense in you to a hundred and ten just by kissing you, and while you thought of taking further actions, you couldn't imagine what that might do to you.

     He set you down on the kitchen counter and you breathed out loudly and shakily as he put you down, your legs long but your feet only gently brushing the floor. He gave you no breaks, his lips immediately moving to your neck and leaving chaste kisses, lips fluttering against your skin like a butterfly. He sucked on your sweet spot beneath your ear, his heightened senses telling him that was exactly what he needed to do. You hardly knew you had a sweet spot, Thor found that out about you before you did yourself — since you started living in Sakaar, you hadn't had much experience. Even if you had, you know it could be nothing like this. This was godly, this was something mortal men and even most otherworldly men could never satisfy, a sweet spot aching to be satiated.

    "It's what you want," Thor repeated what he had said what seemed like so long ago, and you nodded slowly, hardly contemplating what he was actually talking about- but your initial panic didn't matter anymore.

      He had convinced you, oh how he had convinced you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, but in tongues only you and him understood.

He left love marks on your skin that would take weeks to heal — you didn't bother healing them yourself afterwards, you liked looking at them in the mirror or knowing they were on your neck, whether or not others could see them. Your neck rolled back as he kissed the spot between your breasts, lifting your shirt up and throwing it on the floor next to the two of you.

      "It's what I want," you repeated mindlessly to yourself; letting his mouth take over your body.

His lips led down to your waist and he looked up at you, the sight of his cold blue eyes sending your soul soaring, your stomach already bubbling with that faithful feeling. He easily untied your pants and watched as they fell to a pool on the floor beneath you, and pulled your underwear down as well, placing his hands on your back and pulling you in towards him as you sat on the kitchen counter, completely bare in front of him and completely aware of yourself, more than you had been in a while.

He left sloppy kisses trailing along your inner thigh, all while making the most intense eye contact with you, matching energies. You weren't nervous or scared, but you were excited and you felt like you had just as much rule as he did in this moment, that was how you balanced each other out. The both of you were strong entities who commanded respect, and in this moment it showed.

Thor wasn't a big teaser. He wasted no time making you feel good, making you cry out when you felt his tongue dive inside of you, his hands set on your thighs and his tongue penetrating you with no limit as to how far inside of you he went. He seemed to reach your very core, making your legs squirm around his head. He took it all in with very welcoming arms, lapping away at your slick. You were incredibly wet with arousal and Thor kitten licked away at your throbbing heat like it was his job to get it all up. You sighed immediately, pulling up his tunic - he assisted you, pulling it off completely and doing away with it, throwing it onto the floor. His back muscles flexed as he dove into you.

     He was relishing the taste of you. He noted how sweet and bitter your arousal tasted, the flavor a juxtaposition that applied to your very personality. There were parts of you that were logical, unexplored territory, stubborn - bitter and earthy, and there were other parts of you that were curious, unexplored, the parts of you that Thor was bringing out with every last touch. Those parts were sweet and giving. Stirred by the pure carnal nature of these activities - his knees nearly on the floor, your feet swaying by his sides, his head inbetween your legs - he moaned, the vibrations reverberating up your core, sending you into an electric frenzy. A guttural groan left your throat as you squeezed around nothing as a reaction.

Thor noticed, and he sighed out, his eyes slackening with lustful desire. He pulled his tongue away from your pussy and replaced it with two fingers at your sensitive entrance, which was glimmering with obvious pleasure. He toyed with the fleshy parts of you, glaring up at you with those darkened eyes. Somehow, with your legs around his head, even as they closed in, he felt safe. Felt like as long as he was between your legs he was healed - as long as his face was buried in your clit, magic would emanate from your core and soothe him in every sense of the word. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable. He knew what you needed without guidance, and you knew how to heal him.

    The both of you moaned in unison when he eased his fingers inside of you, two thick fingers with bruises that seemed to disappear as soon as they came in contact with your wetness. You clenched immediately around his fingers, your body adjusting to the feeling of penetration, which you hadn't received for so long. A pleased huff of a laugh left his lips, his eyes smiling as he dove back down, lips suckling at your clit with just the right amount of pleasure. And he assumed slow, deep thrusting motions of his fingers inside of you while his lips were attached to the bundle of nerves. The pleasure was so gratifying, so much that you forgot yourself for a moment, your hand flinging to the back of his head.

    Surprised by yourself and your actions, you gasped, flinging your hand back away. But Thor noticed the absence of your hand at the back of his head, the absence of the pleasure he gained from knowing you were pleasured, and he grunted. His unoccupied hand grasped yours and he led it back to the back of your head, telling you without words to domineer him as you deemed fit. The erotic nature of the moment made you lose yourself again, pushing his head closer as you leaned your head back, moaning louder, without inhibitions.

      "Gods, Thor, that's it," you whimpered, allowing yourself permission to speak, allowing how turned on you were to seep irreversibly through your trembling voice.

     You weren't embarrassed, weren't afraid. With him it felt so natural, and you knew he encouraged you to fully feel everything he gave to you, not to restrict yourself. His words echoed in your jumbled mind: it's what you want. Gods, was he right. He responded with a groan, following through with the same motions, letting you have the next few moments for yourself as you squealed and squeaked and whimpered. Even as he repeated the motions, the sensations felt brand new every time, like he still had more of you to explore. And who could forget the free hand that operated either at your inner thigh or at your exposed nipple, tweaking it and rolling it around his fingers?

    Now he retracted his fingers, but it didn't take long for him to shove his tongue right back inside you, thrusting inside of you and seeming to reach your very core like the first time. Those shocks of electricity were back, surging through you, from your throbbing slit, striking up your stomach, and up your throat, coming out of you in pleasured shudders and stuttering groans. He didn't cease his hard and heavy breathes, making sure you could feel the warmth of his breath against your pussy. 

     His fingers didn't ignore your clit - his tongue firmly pumping in and out of you, he kept his thumb applying well-pressured, slow circles at your clit while the other hand ran up and down the top of your thigh. The hand that wasn't at his head overlapped his own hand on top of your thigh, following the slow up and down caresses he was making. It didn't take much longer of this for your toes to curl, your eyes shut tight as you rocked absentmindedly into his face, your core enveloping him the same way he was devouring your pussy.

      "Fuck! Thor, I'm-" your fingers curled tightly around his hair, your body lifting off of the counter, legs wrapping loosely around his back as you came with a howling cry, in disbelief of yourself and the sublime ecstasy that seemed to surround you as you came at his tongue, his fingers.

The vision you saw behind your closed eyes was like a flash of black and white, then a kaleidoscope of celestial colors, pale blues and whites that reminded you of a thunderstorm. You must have blacked out for a second while seeing these things, because your grip on his hair was so strong. This was like no pleasure any one else could bring you - this was the stuff of gods and nothing less. There had never been a better feeling than the one that came washing over you in this very moment, cumming around the eager tongue of a lost god, who would stay put between your legs, lapping up everything that you let out until your legs stopped shaking. 

     Even as you rode out your orgasm, it was never ending, his tongue kitten licking your juices, his eyes closed as he let you enjoy this moment to its full extent. He just knew your body like it was some hidden talent - just one of the perks of being a god of fertility, but even then he knew you in a special sense. You healed him- he healed you.      

    You didn't even notice when Thor came back up, standing up and standing inbetween your legs. His hand lay on the back of your head, which was still rolling back, to support your neck. He brought your head forward so you could face him, and you opened your eyes, having to blink away the orgasmic blur so you could see him clearly. His eyes bore into yours and you looked right into his eyes, one crystal blue and one hazel green, with no fears or anxieties. Your eyes found home in his eyes; his fingers and tongue found home inside you, and wanted to be inside you again. But not the same way.

      He couldn't help himself, pressing his forehead against yours and deliberately entering two fingers inside of you again just to feel you pulsating around him from your sensitivity, coaxing out just about anything you had left. Just to feel how wet you were again, to hear the squelching sounds of his fingers intruding your wetness. You weren't expecting his fingers back so soon, but they felt extraordinary inside of you, stretching you out and plunging inside of you so easily. His eyes never left yours, and you maintained eye contact with him as well.

    "I need to get you ready for me," he breathed, his voice low and dangerous, fingers bottoming out inside of you, making you lurch forward and bite down on your lip.

    By the feeling of his hard erection against your leg, no amount of fingering could get you "ready." The size of him wasn't necessarily something you adjusted to, but the pleasure was inexplicably divine. And at this point, you were just going with the flow - you weren't in charge of the schedule and you didn't want to be either. You didn't want the pleasure to stop, not now that he'd introduced it to you, ridding your mind of the idea that giving in to what you wanted was somehow taboo. If it meant you'd be getting this, you'd give in without resistance.

    "I'm not sure any amount of stretching me out will get me ready, love," you smiled, though weakly - you had hardly recovered from your first orgasm and already here he was, fingering you mindlessly and talking about how he would be taking you.

     "Mhm," he hummed, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "No matter. I couldn't stand not being inside you, in some way."

     You hummed in response as you leaned forward, mouths and lips pressing against each other yet again in harmonious synchronicity. You led each other, heads turning this way and that as you explored each others mouths and tongues. You tasted yourself on Thor's lips, to which you blushed. He pulled away only slightly, forehead flush with yours, fingers still digging deep inside of you, and asked you in his low, husky voice,

     "Does it please you to taste yourself on my lips? To know what pleasure it brought me? What it brought you?"

    "Yes," you sighed, yearning to taste more.

    He understood your request and his fingers slid out from you, leaving you throbbing around nothing once more, and his fingers toyed at your wet lips until you opened, your tongue savoring your own taste. The act was so overwhelmingly erotic, your lips swiveling around two of his coated fingers as you looked him in the eye, the taste of you fresh on your own tongue, eyes squinted in needy pleasure.

    "Come," Thor beckoned you, picking you up so your legs wrapped easily around his waist, feeling your hot arousal sticky against his muscular stomach. You blushed at the feeling of his skin in contact with your wet pussy, knowing he had to be feeling it, too. But he enjoyed it without shame, and as a result, so did you. "Your quarters. Take me to them."

    You whimpered, whispering the directions to him as he traveled about the empty house, then into your own room. He didn't bother to close the door, just settled you onto the bed, your back against the linen sheets which you made every single morning without fail. Just once you wished to wake up, and not make your bed. You sighed gently as he placed you onto the bed, his entire body hovering over you and covering you. You felt enveloped in the dark shadow his body cast over you - in that darkness you found so much erratic light that filled your whole body and swelled you. He felt it too, radiating off of you. Bouncing off of each other without even being prompted.

    "Need you," he moaned raggedly, head immediately turning down to kiss your neck, burying his face in the warm crook there.

    His lips dragged against the sweet skin at the crook of your neck, and you moaned, back arching off your bed. Every inch of pleasure you felt, he allowed whole heartedly, never quieting you or shutting you down. His tongue found an intimate spot there and he lapped gently at your skin as if it were your pussy, groaning directly into your ear,

      "Need my cock inside of you. Where I belong."

His words, and the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin, raised a shiver down your spine. You clutched onto his shoulder, hand and fingers trailing absentmindedly down his back, thus healing any pains or aches that resided there from the damage of the fight. He let out a stuttering moan at the unintentional magic of you flowing through him, at the feeling of uninhibited healing surging through him yet again.

     "Is it true that you need me?" you whispered into his ear, and he pulled away so he could look down at your face, his desirous, somehow still innocent eyes searching yours.

    He nodded,

    "Truer than anything I've ever known."

     Your fingers traced along the side of his face, running through his hair and along his jawline, dipping beneath his chin. You knew your power fully, how you could seduce him, leave him aching for more. You were aware of your divinity, just as you were aware of his own.

      "Prove it," you told him, lips brushing just against his.

He breathed in deeply, a need panging so deep in his chest he found that he would have to wreck you ever so carefully to satisfy it. Deftly, he guided his cock out, holding it firm in his big hand.

     "As you wish," he grunted, and with a simple push, he was inside of you.

Nothing had felt like this before. Nothing could ever feel like this before. The feeling of immediate fullness. The feeling of being so full that you would never need anything more. Thor filled you up with no trouble. Stretching you out was an understatement - he expanded everything inside of you, in every sense of the word. You swore your heart even swelled in that moment, this intense feeling of tenderness that only comes about during the kind of godly lovemaking you were partaking in.

     You jolted upwards, lurching forward as his cock entered you, not ever really adjusting to the surge of light that soared through you as he coaxed himself in with ease. Your body had never felt this way before, so heavenly. To be in such close contact with a god, closer than anyone could ask for - it seemed to grant you powers beyond your imagination. It was like you were being taken to another dimension, just by the feeling of his cock entering you. And as for Thor, never had a woman fit him so well. Never had he felt such a strong sensation of gratification inside a woman, no pleasure allotted like the one he found with you. He refused to pause to take it in, though - he wanted more and more the further he slid inside of you. And it didn't take long to fit all of him inside of you, you were so wet, he slipped in easily.

     "Mhm," your moan came out constricted from your throat, and only then did Thor pause to make sure you were okay, noting the way your eyes were shut tight and your fingers were grasping at the bedsheets around you.

    "Is it-" you didn't allow him to finish speaking, interrupted him with a full moan this time, rocking your hips down until you could take no more of him, and answered,

      "Gods, it's heavenly. Do not stop."

He chuckled at your assertiveness, the way your hand squeezed around his muscly arm as a way of reassuring him.

    "Good, you're alright," he clarified, and pushed in further, his forehead hanging against yours. He panted, lips falling open.

      It was silent except for the sound of both your heavy breaths as he pushed in and out of you, you adjusting to his size and width. As you expected, it wasn't really something to get used to, but that outweighed the immense enjoyment that his cock inside of you brought. His lips were all over you, sometimes mashed against yours in an open mouthed, hot and disconnected kiss, sometimes lolling against the sweet spot at your neck, sometimes further down, attached to your nipple as he curved his angle inside of you. But wherever his lips were, the pleasure was not diminished, and the most obvious sensation was that of him inside of you.

     "Taking me so well, aren't you, Healer?" he called you by your title, as if it held more nobility than it did.

    On Sakaar, your skills weren't appreciated the way they should've been - the way they would've been on Halcyon. It was part of the reason you just assumed the things you wanted should be ignored. But in Thor's mind, the title of a Healer was incredibly noble. Your touch dissolved wounds, and not just at the surface. It was an ability he took seriously. He held you in high regards.

   You replied with a mangled groan, eyes closed as he thrusted in and out of you, deep and slow.

    "Thor," you moaned his name, and his hips stuttered only slightly at the sound of his name leaving your lips. Then he began snapping into you more rhythmically, abandoning the gentle, slow pace he'd adopted so you could "adjust" at first. He was beginning to fuck you now, and you cried out at the realization.

     "Healer, you were made for this," he decided, loving how deliciously his cock twisted inside of you, how he hardly had to control his movements because you took him so well. 

No needing to go slow. No needing to hold back. Just pure, unbridled fucking. You seemed to fit him like a glove, like your pussy was designed for him. Soon enough he could hear the sounds of your slick and arousal each time he entered you, and that turned him on so much that he fucked you faster, harder. The rhythm of his hips swiveling and snapping against your inner thighs, the careful thumb he kept at your clit, was enough to have you lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist, keeping him there like a cocoon.

He felt so deep inside you, so fulfilling that you couldn't help the words that stumbled out of your mouth as you approached your orgasm,

    "By gods you are king."

His head snapped up and he grunted primitively, taking your hands in his and pinning your arms out behind your head, pressing his body all the way against yours so you could feel all of him, so that you could feel him so deep it made your head spin. His hips rolled so criminally into you, incoherent sounds and words leaving your mouth as he just fucked into you without a care, bringing you to climax one, then two times as he kept fucking you this way. He followed through with this until he came, twice inside of you. If you felt filled before, you definitely felt it now, his seed spurting inside of you as if it should've been there all along. And as if by divine intervention, you came another time, this time in unison with him as his last load left him.

He was lazy, didn't quite yet want to leave you, didn't want to relinquish the feeling he got being inside you. He was drunk on it. Even when he came he didn't retire the slow, sloppy movements of his hips, his load of cum gushing out of you while he continued. He groaned so loudly into your ear you thought it would ring the next day.

    He stayed inside of you like that for a while, still and motionless, and lay on top of you, your bodies flush against one anothers. Your sweat felt like ambrosia, and you found yourself licking the droplets of sweat that appeared on your lips and the crooks of his shoulders. He kept his cock buried inside of you, kissing sweetly at your lips once in a while. And when he finally left you, his lips still didn't stop kissing every part of you. He left the room briefly, your eyes watching as his naked body walked out of your room, and he came back with a damp rag, gently wiping down every part of your body. You wanted to do the same for him, but he refused, and did it himself, telling you to rest.

    And you needed it. The relief was so great that you could hardly move. Your body seemed to stick. Your head was swarming with cosmic thoughts - but no worries. Just pure relief and bliss- something you had brought upon one another. It was mutualistic, the way you empowered one another, the way that you healed one another.

    After cleaning himself off, Thor sat you up against the pillow and dressed you quietly and calmly. Even his light touches felt orgasmic against your skin, and that didn't necessarily mean sexually. You felt some form of bliss just upon looking at him. This sense of knowing, that even being an empath couldn't give you. You were made for him, just as he was made for you. Your meeting was a flicker of fate. There would be more to come.

    You lay together in the hazy sun, admiring each other, arms and legs still intertwined.

     "Let's take a bath together. It's big enough for the both of us," you suggested, and he nodded with a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

    "Anything for you my love," he replied.

    "Then let's leave. With my sisters. Let us leave Sakaar, and fight for your Asgard."

Nothing you said had ever felt so right. After all, it was what you wanted.

[queen-scribbles]

The Very Best

Have some Janine/Felix fluff (which doubles as an “under a full moon” kiss fill for @orime-stories ;D) bc I found out yesterday afternoon(/sweats) today is my favoritest vampire’s birthday and I had to do something.

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“No peeking! Are your eyes closed?!”

“Cross my heart! Are we almost there? This is a suspicious amount of steps.”

“Yeah, hold on...” Janine released one of his hands so she could open the door and guided him forward. “One more up...little bit further... Okay, you can open them,” she instructed, already fighting a smile of anticipation.

Felix opened one eye, then the other, and immediately broke into a huge grin when he saw the balloons; a trio of purple clustered around a silver and white unicorn, gently swaying in the evening breeze. “Oh, this is so worth the whole air of mystery, babe. And tripping on the steps.”

Janine grinned as well. “I’m glad you approve,” she teased, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He gestured at the wicker loveseat to which the balloons were tied, eyes sparkling in the glow of the fairy lights she’d strung up around it. “This is amazing and you did it for me.” His grin widened and he flicked one of the purple balloons just below the black and gold lettered ‘Happy Birthday’.”One question: How’d you know?”

“I am a detective,” Janine said lightly, mischief in her eyes undercutting the attempted innocent tone as she tugged him around to sit on the loveseat. “It’s my job to find things out.”

Felix shot her a knowing look as he plunked down amongst the loveseat’s cushions, almost knocking over the ribbon-bound box that sat in the middle.  “Nate told you, didn’t he?”

“No, Nate did not tell me.” She let the silence stretch as she sat next to him, kicking off her flats to tuck her feet up under her and primly smoothing her cherry-patterned skirt before the facade cracked and she grinned again.  “...Mason did.”

Felix looked at her with arched brows, one hand toying with the ribbon tails from the box.

“Because I asked him,” she further conceded.  “Well, pestered. And he was very clear he wouldn’t help with whatever ‘over the top, lovey dovey shit’ I was planning.”

He snorted. “Only Mason would consider this over the top.”

“It is pretty lovey dovey, though,” Janine said. “You don’t mind that it’s more-”

“Intimate?” Felix finished for her with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Definitely not. Especially since it’s time with you we’re talking about.” The grin he shot her was teasing, but above it his amber eyes were all sincerity. “I like having fun with you, but I like being quiet with you, too.”

She grinned so wide it hurt her face(matching the sweet ache in her chest).  “Alright good. Because there’s something I want to show you that kind of requires these conditions.” She waved one hand to encompass the otherwise-empty rooftop and darkening sky above.

“Really? What?” Felix shot her an eager, curious smile and started to shift closer.

“Don’t squish your present!” Janine laughed, deftly hooking two fingers under the ribbons to lift it from the space between them. 

His eyes lit up. “Did you make me something?!”

She grinned coyly. “You’ll find out when you open it.” She extended her hand so the box dangled closer to him.

Felix’s gaze darted between the gift and Janine’s face. He took the box, but merely sat it in his lap, fiddling with the ribbons as he cocked his head at her.  “After you tell me what you wanted to show me.”

Janine chuckled and gave a nod. “You have a deal. There’s supposed to be a meteor shower at some point tonight. I saw this one last time ‘round; it’s really beautiful.” She winked at him “And aside from being cool to see, it makes a good excuse to have you all to myself.”

“Aw, you don’t need an excuse for that, babe,” Felix winked back. “So when’s this meteor shower?”

“I don’t know the exact time,” Janine said with a shrug. “Part of why we’re on the roof of my building rather than the middle of the woods.” She glanced up at the sky, blue finally deepening to purple-black and the full moon starting to rise from where it hid behind the trees. “It might be a while.” She nudged the box. “So you may as well open that now.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me twice,” Felix grinned, already tugging loose the cheerful red ribbon. “But I am curious now why you’re so eager.”

“I like giving gifts,” Janine deflected, biting back a grin.

By the time the words had left her lips, Felix had the box open and his eyes lit up when he looked inside. “Janine, Janine, this is so cool!” He shot to his feet as he pulled the (comparatively) large origami giraffe free.

Janine lunged forward to catch the box before it tumbled to the ground. “I’m glad you like it--”

“I love it!” Felix corrected with a massive grin, dropping back down so enthusiastically to hug her the loveseat almost toppled over.

“I’m glad,” Janine laughed, and she meant it, her heart singing with the joy that lit his face. “But there’s more in here.”

“More?!” Despite his excitement, Felix almost reverently set the giraffe down before reaching in again for the smaller box that had been underneath it. Plain white cardboard, with no logo or anything to be found. He flipped the lid open and Janine couldn’t help a small wince at the pale gold smears on the inside. She hadn’t entirely caught it in time.

From Felix’s delighted gasp, it was still in mostly good shape, however.  “Janine!” He held the box steady with one hand while the other dipped in to pull out a large, slightly smushed, cupcake; blue, green, and purple sprinkles dotting the thick frosting over the perfectly golden-yellow dessert itself. Despite its now disheveled appearance, he stared at the cupcake like it was a work of art.

“I know you don’t really eat,” Janine said, taking both boxes as she spoke and settling the giraffe inside the larger one for safekeeping, “and Nate mentioned the... difficulty that’s sometimes there with real food-”

Felix took a massive bite of the cupcake and let out a happy groan. “This is delicious!” 

Janine laughed at the sight of him, eyes glowing with excitement and frosting dotted on the end of his nose. She’d done that, she made him that happy, and it made her grin even as she teased, “I’m not gonna regret giving you sugar, am I?”

“Nah.” Felix licked frosting off his thumb, paused to consider. “Maybe a little.” He held up the cupcake. “Want a bite?”

She smiled and shook her head. “That one’s for you, babe. I have the whole rest of the batch siting in my kitchen.”

His eyes widened and he darted a glance between her and the cupcake. “Shit, you made this?! Babe. You’re amazing and you have to share.”

“Felix-”

“C’mon, Janine,” he singsonged, holding the cupcake out toward her. “It’s my birthday and I want you to share.” He threw in the puppy eyes she hadn’t a chance in hell at resisting and stared at her expectantly. 

“OH, fine,” she caved. “You play dirty, darling.”

Felix just grinned and wiggled the cupcake. 

Rather than bite the offered confection, Janine leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, cleaning off the small smudge of frosting in the process. “You had something there,” she said sweetly, then sat back and bit into the cupcake. (It was rather good, if she did say so herself.)

Felix laughed, eyes glinting mischievously. “Now so do you.” He leaned in and kissed just above the corner of her mouth. He lingered a moment, pressing close enough to clear off any frosting that smeared her skin before sitting back. “Yum,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows.

Janine laughed and rolled her eyes. “Finish your cupcake,” she said, glancing up at the sky. Still no meteors, but the moon was now out from behind the trees, giving enough light in its full state she reached over to flick off the fairy lights. She looked back at Felix just in time to see him shove the rest of the cupcake in his mouth, deliberately smearing frosting on his top lip as he did.

“Babe, if you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask,” she laughed. “Or kiss me first. And that’s true for anytime, not just tonight.”

“But this way’s more fun,” Felix grinned.

“Can’t argue with that,” Janine conceded, cupping his jaw in her hands as she kissed him deeply. They were both gasping when they broke apart and she wondered if she looked as disoriented as Felix did. Probably.

“I think you missed a spot-” he mumbled, but she was already kissing him again, hands curving the back of his neck to pull him closer.

Felix kissed her back, hungrily, his hand sliding up her arm to tangle in the back of her hair. “You said you don’t know exactly when that... meteor shower’s happening, right?” he murmured, a scant few centimetres away from her lips, breathing and heartbeat both rapid.

“Mm,” Janine grunted confirmation, forehead pressed to his. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek, delicately traced the cheekbone. “We’ll have to think of something to do until it does...”

Felix paused a moment, his other hand resting over her collarbone. “....This works for me,” he whispered, stealing another kiss. And another. 

She was all to happy with that plan. “It is... your birthday,” she mumbled against his mouth between kisses, “Whatever... makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

The simple sincerity left her breathless and Janine broke the kiss so she could look him in the eye as she replied, softly, “You make me happy, too.”

The grin that split Felix’s face was a thing of such beauty it warded her against the growing chill and was an image she’d treasure forever. The moon highlighting his face, his eyes dancing...

She couldn’t help but kiss him again.

They were so focused on each other they missed the beginning of the meteor shower.

What they did see of it made for a very good way to spend their evening; an opinion only improved by Janine’s spot tucked against Felix, his arm around her waist and the warmth of his body making up for her oversight in not wearing a heavier jacket. 

“Good birthday?” Janine asked once the meteor were faded, her head still resting on his shoulder, and their intertwined hands nestled in her lap.

“Thanks to you?” Felix grinned and kissed her forehead. “The very best.”

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Eleven

It had been a few weeks now since the night I blurted out Newt's secret to Gally. Newt still wasn't talking to me unless he had to. Gally had been keeping the secret which I was thankful for. The two of us had also grown a lot closer. I was officially given the job of a builder which meant Gally and I worked together every day. I wasn't the greenie anymore either. The new greenie had been in the Glade for about a week now. His name was Ben and he was a kind and funny boy. I had caught his attention right away being the only girl here. But since Gally and I were public now with our relationship Frypan took it upon himself to warn Ben.

"That's Emi, Gally's girl, unless you want your face beat in and about all your bones broken I'd suggest keeping your distance." Fry had said to him.

 He did heed Fry's warning but he also wasn't scared to talk to me which I was happy about. Since I was the last greenie I got tasked with giving him the tour. We had laughed and joked most of the time but walked a foot or two apart. I wasn't gonna give Gally any reason to try to hurt the poor greenie.

I was off at the edge of the woods gathering some materials for Gally when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Newt. He had a small smile on his face but wouldn't look at me. I waited for him to say what he needed to then walk away like he had every other time since the night I blurted out his secret.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry." He said quietly looking down at his shoes.

"Sorry? Sorry for what? You haven't done anything Newt. I'm the one that's sorry for blurting that out to Gally." I said turning to face him completely.

He finally looked up to me his smile a little bigger.

"I was mostly mad because I figured Gally would tell everyone and make it some big joke. He pulled me aside yesterday and told me he hadn't said anything and he wouldn't. Said you threatened his life and said you'd never speak to him again if he did." Newt explained.

"I did indeed. I just didn't want him to hurt you." I said quietly.

Newt's arms were suddenly around me hugging me tightly. I quickly hugged him back feeling a huge weight lift off me. I had my friend back and nothing felt better.

"So are we okay?" I asked smiling up at him.

"Oh course we are love." He smiled.

That night at dinner I sat between Gally and Newt. My two favorite boys. Gally's hand rested on top my thigh while Newt and I talked animatedly trying to catch each other up on the past few weeks. After we finished eating Gally decided to still me away from everyone else.

We were sitting at the top of the look-out tower they had built before I ever got to the Glade. Our legs dangling over the edge while his arm was around my waist holding me against him. I laid my head on his shoulder as I watched the boys below us in the Glade. It was a peaceful and warm evening.

I watched Minho and Ben run quickly into the Glade from the maze. They were later than normal getting back. At least they got back in time. It was only a few minutes later that the loud groaning started. The wind from the maze pushed into the Glade as it did every night. The doors starting to close slowly as Gally and I watched. It was an ominous thing to experience no matter how many times I had seen it. Out in the maze was a scary place. Just thinking about it made me shiver. I'd had nightmares before after hearing the griever's loud shrieks pierce the quiet night.

"I wonder what had them out there so late." I said mindlessly after the doors finished closing.

"Who knows. Ben is still new to being a runner maybe something happened. I doubt either of them will say what though." Gally answered as his fingers made small circles on my side.

I already knew what Gally thought. He was content with his life here. He loved the Glade. The thought tore at my heart a little. I didn't want to be stuck in here forever. This wasn't home. I didn't dare tell Gally that though. I didn't want to destroy what we had because of that. If it came down to it I would probably choose to stay here just to be with Gally. In the short time we've known each other and been together I haven't been happier. He was everything I wanted and more.

"What's on your mind?" He asked leaning forward to look at my face.

"Nothing" I said quietly.

He sighed then pulled away from me. I watched him scoot back from the edge then lean forward to grab me. He lifted me up with ease then sat me on his lap. My legs on each side of him as I faced him.

"You know I can tell when you're lying." He said giving me a stern look.

"It's nothing really" I said with a small smile.

His arms wrapped around me pulling me against him as tight as he could. I couldn't help but smile. I loved being held like this. I could feel the beat of his heart His hot breath fanning across my neck as he leaned his head on my shoulder. My arms wrapping around him. I placed a soft kiss to his temple. He lifted his head to look at me. The sparkle in his eyes making my heart thump faster and harder. I leaned in capturing his lips in a kiss. It had been some time since we attempted to be intimate. The last time being in the wash pool where Frypan had interrupted us.

I continued to kiss him making it rougher full of want and need. I started to roll my hips against him earning a low groan from him as his arms tightened around me. I smiled into the kiss. I moved to kiss down his jaw nipping at the skin with my teeth. When I reached his neck I slowly licked up to his ear. I nibbled on his lobe making him groan and buck his hips upward. His hands moving to tightly hold my hips pressing me harder onto his groin.

"I want you" I whispered seductively into his ear then nipped at his neck again.

"Fuck" he groaned.

His hands quickly grabbed each side of my face kissing me deeply. When he pulled away he grabbed hold of me tightly lifting me as he stood. He lightly smacked my ass making me giggle before he nodded for me to lead the way. We climbed down the look-out as quickly as we could. Gally ignored the calls from the other builders trying to get his attention. His eyes were fixed on me as I grabbed his hand pulling him behind me towards the homestead.

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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:

They laid in silence for a while, just staring at each other. Neither of them knew what to say. They just needed time to process what was happening and their emotions. Harry’s eyes flickered down to her hands that rested on her hip just above her rose tattoo. He hesitated before reaching out, grabbing her hand and pulling it closer to his chest. Their fingers twirled together for a moment before he laced his fingers through hers, feeling the heat of her palm on his as he hugged her hand to his chest. He could lay here looking at her face forever. 

His eyes searched her face, wondering what she was thinking. Was she happy? She hadn’t even attempted to retract her hand, so that was a good sign. He noticed a tug at her lip which turned into a lopsided smile and small giggles escaped her mouth which turned into hushed laughter as she dug her face into his chest.

Harry grinned, looking down at her, “You know, laughing isn’t the best thing to hear after sex.”

She settled, pulling away, still smiling, “It’s not that. It’s just…” she shook her head, looking up at him, “I never thought I’d be in this situation with you.”

“So you’re not disappointed?” he half-joked.

She rolled her eyes, smiling and pulling her hand back, “Tremendously disappointed. You made me finish first? Who does that?”

He laughed, staring down at her and letting the silence creep in again. Harry brushed a piece of hair that was partially covering her eye, tucking it behind her ear and let his thumb graze her cheek before bending in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He knew she couldn’t stay here all night, but he didn’t want her to leave. He was afraid of what would happen if she did. What would happen once the moment was over and they were left alone with nothing but their thoughts? Would she regret this? Would they not be able to look at each other the same? How would their friendship be affected?

These feelings and worries were something he’d typically confide in Zoey about. But he couldn’t do that this time. There were things he couldn’t talk to her about, now, because it dealt with her. And the list of things he couldn’t talk to her about would only grow if things got more serious between them. Surely that would put a strain on things. But seeing how peaceful and comfortable she looked laying in bed with him made him want to take the risk. Would it be worth it? The risk of losing your soulmate?

The loud echoing of footsteps bounding up the stairs made both of their eyes widen and they sat up, staring at the locked door. They could hear giggling and hushed voices getting closer. More voices than expected could be heard and they looked at each other, knowingly. Nancy and Andy must have found what they were looking for at the club. 

Once the voices were no longer audible, Zoey stood up, collected her clothes. “I should get back to my room,” she said, pulling them back on.

Harry frowned, pulling his boxer briefs on and walking over to her. She smiled, pressing her lips to his once more and whispering, “Night,” before poking her head out of the door and tiptoeing, leaving Harry without a chance for rebuttal.

Harry stared at the door for a moment, a smile creeping onto his face and elation taking over him. He danced dramatically in place before flinging himself onto his bed, beaming. At that moment he ignored all the worries and what-ifs. He was happy.

By the time morning rolled around, Zoey was worried about how Harry would act, stressed that he would have regretted it. She barely got any sleep last night. She spent hours thinking. As scared as she was, Harry was the only person that made her feel something. She couldn’t remember another time where she felt whole before him. Yes, she had Jess, but there was always a piece of her that felt like it was missing. It wasn’t until she met Harry that it changed. She was terrified he didn’t feel the same. 

After her shower, Zoey decided to leave her hair down and hesitantly walked into the kitchen where everyone but Nancy was, hanging out and making breakfast. She saw the back of Harry’s head standing at the coffee maker asking everyone if they wanted coffee.

“See, what I’m not going to let you do is ruin my coffee like you did yesterday. Stick with your tea, I’ll make my own coffee,” Andy huffed from the kitchen island, causing everyone to laugh. 

With a smile, Harry turned and caught eyes with Zoey. His eyes flickered, and his smile grew. In an attempt to hide it, he forced his smile into a grin and asked, “coffee?”

Zoey blushed, nodding a yes. Relief washed over her realizing that he didn’t seem regretful at all. Minutes later Nancy walked in, hair disheveled and looking particularly tired. Andy laughed at the sight, “Have fun?” he winked.

She grumbled, taking the coffee that was meant for Zoey out of Harry’s hand and taking a sip, “Italian men are on another level.”

Andy nodded, “You’re telling me.”

“So you did bring someone back,” Harry smirked, making another cup, “I thought I heard extra footsteps. When did they leave?”

“Right after,” Nancy laughed, looking over Aurora’s shoulder as she cooked on the stove.

Andy cackled, sitting up straighter, joking, “Thanks for the fuck, here’s your stuff. We don’t need to exchange numbers.”

Everyone laughed and Nancy turned to look at both Katie, who was buttering toast, and Zoey, who finally got her coffee from Harry. He stood next to Katie who was now helping her plate the toast.

“How was the date last night?” Nancy asked.

Katie beamed, “So good. I’ve been texting Gio since they dropped us off.”

“Oooh, does that mean you got a kiss?” Nancy asked.

Katie blushed, nodding, “Yeah, we both did.”

Harry’s head snapped up, eyeing Zoey, and her body tensed, realizing she never told Harry about the kiss. Shit, she thought, seeing the shock and disappointment in his eyes. While the attention was on Katie as she continued gushing about their date, Zoey sunk back and snuck out of the kitchen towards the library trying to get a second of silence to think. Would he be pissed? Had she screwed everything up?

The creak of the door startled her and she turned to see an annoyed Harry, “You kissed Marco?” he repeated.

Zoey stepped closer, hands up in defense, stammering, “I-You were supposed to be at the club.”

“So you kissed him?”

“Harry, you told me you just wanted to be friends. He asked to kiss me. I said okay. It was just a kiss.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened, incredulous, “I was a little preoccupied with your dick in my mouth.” His eyes widened and he closed the library door, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation and she continued, “Would it have made a difference? You wouldn’t have fucked me if you knew I slept with Marco?”

He sighed, walking back over to her, “No, I’m just...fuck. I just would have rather known than me surprised about it, that’s all.”

Her expression softened and she narrowed her eyes at him, a smirk forming, “Are you jealous, H?”

His lips twitched and he blushed, “Shut up.”

She laughed and teased, “You’re jealous!”

“Shut up!” he repeated, folding his arms.

“Make me.”

With one quick move, Harry grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him so that their bodies pressed together, attaching his lips to hers. He felt her gasp and relax in his arms, her soft lips practically melting on his. How did she do it? How did she make the room spin whenever she touched him? He almost forgot that they were just friends. He almost forgot that the others were only a few feet away, unaware of what was going on. 

They pulled away, smiling at each other and she took a breath, taken aback, “If you keep kissing me like that, you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

“A little trouble never hurt anyone,” he smirked.

She snorted, “Careful. Before they find out,” she looked down at him before slipping out of the room.

He looked down at himself noticing a peek forming in his sweats from the semi-hard on that had formed. Grinning, he tucked himself into his waistband and went back out just in time to see everyone taking dishes and food out to the terrace table. No one had seemed to notice Harry and Zoey’s glances or smirks. At least no one said anything about it. They just ate breakfast, talking about how sad they were to be leaving in two days.

“I can’t believe tomorrow is our last full day here. What’s the plan for today?” Aurora asked.

“Well, I promised Zoey a shopping spree, so I think we’ll do that today,” Harry said, looking at Zoey.

She knew that was just his excuse to spend some alone time with her, but she wasn’t complaining. She nodded in agreement, “I wanted to go to Trastevere.”

“I’m not opposed to the beach,” Nancy said, taking a bite of food.

“I wanted to meet up with Gio at some point today. Maybe he can meet us there?” Katie asked. 

They finished up eating and Zoey got changed into an orange, short, strappy, floral dress with ruching on the arms and hem. She left her hair down, knowing how much Harry liked it, and put on a light makeup look, meeting Harry in the living room who sat on the couch with Aurora and Nancy.

His eyes sparkled when he saw her and he grinned, standing, “Ready?”

“Have fun!” Nancy called after them.

Zoey could have sworn she noticed a hint of a smirk on Rory’s face, but she shook it off, following Harry to the front door. He led her to his classic car rental, opening the door for her and rounding to his sides. The windows were extra tinted which was probably smart because as soon as Harry closed his door, he leaned over the middle console and pulled her face closer to his, lightly kissing her before sitting back in his seat.

“What was that?” she giggled, pulling on the seatbelt.

“I had to. You looked too beautiful.”

She blushed while he started up the car and as they drove down the driveway, he reached across and intertwined his fingers in hers. She couldn’t believe how quickly things had changed in a matter of hours. And so far, it wasn’t nearly as terrifying as she thought it’d be. 

They made sure to keep the physical contact to a minimum while out in public in case he started to get recognized, which, sure enough, was the case within a matter of two hours when they came out of a little candle boutique and were confronted by a boy and a girl around their age. The two beautiful Italians sheepishly came up, phones in hands, asking for a picture. 

“Sure, of course,” Harry nodded.

Zoey stepped to the side, bags in hand, smiling while he took a picture with each of them, briefly chatting about their day. She noticed onlookers realizing who it was and taking their phones out to snap pictures of him from a distance. Harry thanked them and wished them a good rest of their day, continuing down the cobblestone walkways with Zoey, ignoring the obvious row of people who had their phones out, taking pictures of him as he passed.

“It’s weird being in public with you,” Zoey hushed, trying her best to ignore the phones.

“Good or bad?”

She shrugged, “Neither. Just weird. I keep forgetting you’re famous.”

He looked down, smiling, “Good.”

The two of them grabbed a quick bite to eat for late lunch and decided to head back to the villa by 3 PM. No one was there. Figuring that they were all still at the beach, the two changed into their bathing suits and decided to take a swim in the pool. They threw their towels onto the chair and before Zoey could even dip her toe into the water, Harry ran and tackled her in, their bodies smacking against the cold, still, water, making a huge splash and tidal waves.

Zoey came up for air, standing on her tippy toes and sputtering, wiping the water from her eyes, “Asshole!”

He laughed, swimming up beside her, “Come here,” he beckoned, pulling her close to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Zoey wrapped her arms around his shoulders, looking down at him. Water droplets perched on his eyelashes and scattered around his chest. His lips looked glossy and his breath smelt minty from the gum he had just been chewing. Wet strands of his hair had fallen in front of his face and she slicked it back to get a better look at his green eyes. There it was again; that pull. She didn’t fight it this time. She bent down, shutting her eyes as her lips connected with his. The spark. The spark she had always heard about but never felt except when she and Harry kissed. The spark that made her sink into him and cause butterflies to erupt into a frenzied dance in her stomach. 

Harry deepened the kiss by running his tongue along her lips and she parted them, allowing him entrance. They both doop a deeper breath, kissing more fiercely. He carried her over towards the edge of the pool, pressing her back into the wall. She could feel him between her legs getting harder through his bathing suit as their hands began to roam wildly. She wanted him - needed him. 

Her hands trailed down to the waistband of his swim trunks and before she could slip her hand in, a faint clatter could be heard towards the house. They quickly pulled apart, lips red raw and flustered, just in time to see Aurora and Nancy slipping out the back door, tan glistening from their day at the beach.

“Oh, hey guys!” Nancy waved, “Mind if we join you? Want to rinse the sand off.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” Zoey stammered, noticing Harry’s back turn to them to hide his erection in his waistband again. She couldn’t help but chuckle, turning her attention back to her roommates, “How was the beach?”

The night carried on without suspicion. Zoey thought they were doing a pretty good job of acting like nothing was going on. Katie and Andy made dinner for everyone, they all stayed up late talking by the bonfire. Harry purposefully didn’t even sit next to Zoey so that he didn’t raise suspicion. Though that didn’t stop the two from discreetly eyeing each other and stealing kisses when given the chance. 

She had to admit, the sneaking around made it even more fun. As much as she wanted to tell someone, she still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on and she was enjoying having this a secret, for now, afraid that once it was out there, things would change. 

Katie had already gone to bed or at least went to her room to text Gio in private, and all of the careful winks and smirks from Harry was taking every bit of strength for Zoey to not pounce on him across the fire. 

Zoey exaggerated a yawn and announced, “I’m going to head to bed. Goodnight, guys!” 

“Goodnight,” everyone called back.

She hid a final wide-eyed knowing look at Harry before continuing inside and to her room, stripping her clothes down to her bra and underwear, nervously waiting. She scanned the room, trying to decide where the sexiest place to wait was. In her bed? By the door? Sitting? Standing? There wasn’t enough time to decide. Seconds later there was a small knock on the door and Harry quickly slipped in, closing it behind him and smirking to see her already half undressed.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he joked, peeling his shirt off to reveal his toned, tanned body.

Definitely not, she thought, leaping at him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She could feel him smile into the kiss, lifting her off of the floor and wrapping her legs around his waist. It was effortless but felt more passionate than when Brett did it. She tightening her legs around him as his hands slid up her back, unclasping her bra and sliding it off of her. He peeled his face from hers and slid her up his body even more so that he could get a better look at her round breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand massaged the other. She watched, mouth agape, feeling the wet start to drip into her panties.

A muffled eruption of laughter could be heard through her bedroom window from her friends just below her room on the terrace and Harry glanced over, craning his neck to see the tops of his friends' heads barely visible. Zoey shimmied out of his grip and towards the window, pulling the curtain shut before walking back up to him.

“Come take a shower with me,” she said, pulling his arm and leading him towards the ensuite. 

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She turned all of the shower knobs, sending a stream of water from two shower heads and the rainfall feature to the stone shower floor, warming up. She stripped out of her thong and Harry pulled off his pants, his erection in full view now. She bit her lip at the sight and took him by the cock, gently leading him into the shower.

The warm water cascaded down their bodies, making her grip on him easier as she pumped him. Their lips were more slippery as they kissed. Occasionally they would break apart, panting, to get a look at each other. The water made the curves and arches of her body glisten, somehow making her even more beautiful. All he wanted to do was run his tongue from her toes on up. 

He attached himself onto her neck, lightly biting at the base. He kept trailing down to her nipples. He bent down, even more, kneeling and sucking on her navel. The smooth stones from the shower floor felt like gravel underneath his kneecaps, but he didn’t care. He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, kissing her rose tattoo before burying his face in her cunt, ravenous for a taste of her again. He heard her soft gasps echo in the shower and felt the water from the shower collecting by his nose making it harder to breathe, but he ignored it. He would drown before he was forced to stop, for all he cared. 

His hands gripped onto her waist and her hands slid down to meet his, intertwining their fingers as he continued to suck on her juices. Her body twitched with pleasure and he breathed heavily into her. He was throbbing. He needed to be inside of her. 

He let her leg down from his shoulder and stood up, his cock pushing into the crease of her legs. She licked his lips and muttered, “fuck me,” into his mouth. The sudden realization that he didn’t have a condom with him hit and his eyes instinctively roamed around the room. She seemed to realize, too, hesitated, and said, “Pull out.”

He nodded, kissing her before spinning her around and pushing her chest against the wall, her ‘bite’ tattoo now visible. He had to do it. How could he not? He bent down, once more, wrapping his mouth around her tattoo and biting down, just hard enough to leave an impression, his hand sliding down her crack and feeling for the plump, warm entrance of her cunt, sliding two fingers in to make sure she was ready for him. Her whimpering seemed proof enough, so he stood up, taking hold of his cock, and guiding it in, making her gasp.

Harry watched as she pushed her face into the shower wall, eyes tightly closed and mouth ajar. Even dripping wet with hair stuck to hair stuck to her cheek, he had never seen a more beautiful person. He took both of her arms, folding them behind her back and using them as leverage to thrust himself harder into her. She moaned louder and he gritted his teeth, sure he was going to finish soon. 

“Ha-rry,” she moaned, legs trembling. She had finished.

He spun her around, lifting one of her legs and forcing himself inside of her again, grunting. His free hand slid up her wet body and took hold of her neck, forcing her to look up at him. He could feel chills run down his spine as their eyes locked, unblinking, the burning desire ravenous in both of them. He let out a grunt, pushing himself away from her and pressing his cock to his stomach, white spunk exploding from his tip, washing away from the water. When it was all out, he placed another firm kiss on her lips before the two of them finished washing up, gently bathing each other.

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They towel-dried and laid in Zoey’s bed in silence, enjoying the moment. He listened to her breathing and the sound of his heart beating pounded in his ears. Why was this feeling so intense with her? What made her so much different than the rest? What made it easier to be with her compared to someone else? He couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Her head shifted up to look into his eyes and she hesitated, mouth opening and closing in thought before she decided to speak. “What happens after we leave?” she asked.

“After we leave?” he repeated.

She nodded, “Yeah. When we leave Italy. When we go home. What happens?”

His heart sank to his stomach and a lump formed in his throat. He didn’t know. Honestly. As much as he wanted to be with her, he had no clue if he could. London was his home, not hers. He’d been away on tour for so long, he couldn’t leave his friends and family in England, again. Besides, he had to get back and start working on a new album soon. Zoey lived a relatively normal life. Worked a relatively normal 40 hour work week with vacation time and benefits. It’s not like she could pick up and fly to him whenever she wanted. 

Could she even handle his lifestyle? Even she admitted to forgetting that he was famous when fans came up to them on the street. That wasn’t even a fraction of what she could expect daily of life with a celebrity. Did he want to put her through that? Having a fling with someone is one thing, but a relationship was something completely different. It wasn't something he took lightly.  There were always serious repercussions when it came to dating someone famous and he was afraid of what that might mean.

He didn’t have an answer for her. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, placing a kiss on her forehead and resting his chin on the top of her head. Neither of them spoke again. They just laid there in silence once more, letting the question sink into their chest as they fell asleep. What happens when this vacation ends?

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