#I need to draw them more if you have drawing ideas GIVE THEM TO MEEE

[febrezeluna]

Not gonna lie I'm a little scared to post this but uhm I need to spread the Chuckles x Leboosh propaganda

They're so dumb I love them so much

[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS! :DD THANK YOU! :}} 🥓

I mean, knowing me I'll come back around to it someday. I love Octonauts and tend to loop back around to that show every so often.. Its just that I've had a lot of uncomfortable experiences in the Octonauts fandom. Especially recently..

I don't really wanna go into detail, but I will say that I've encountered more upsetting situations in the Octonauts fandom, than I have in nearly every other fandom combined. Which is rather surprising considering its a kids show. And also unfortunate, since I don't really feel free to have fun in the Octonauts fandom the way I want to..

I'm hoping that at some point I can get my confidence back and find my way around that fandom and have the fun I want. But for now I'm just kind'a keeping my distance and thinking about it. I don't need any extra stress rn-

@unpopularartist14

I use FireAlpaca! :D As for how to draw injuries and bruises.. hmm.. well.. injuries are different from drawing to drawing and hard to explain.. but bruises? aaa how do I explain it--

Well, for character with pale skin. Like Wario and Waluigi.. I find I just airbrush some deep purples and reds in one spot on their face and put some dark purple/red scratches on top.. and how much purple or red you use depends on the freshness/severity of the bruise. If that makes sense..??

Like- Using this post with the Wario "bros" as an example, the bruise on Waluigi's chin/cheek is a muddy purple and has dark purple scratches on it. I feel like using purple makes the bruise look little older and likes its healed some.

Meanwhile on Wario's chin the bruise is pink/red-ish. Making it look "bloody" and fresh. I think so at least--

AGHHG- sorry, I'm not the best at explaining things. I hope you can look to that post as a reference and draw some bruises. I used the airbrush and pencil tool to draw them if that helps! <:D

@untitled-7613 (Comic in question)

Hmm.. my favorite Disney character.. I know that Disney bought Pixar and now owns all the characters. So I'm trying to think of characters that Disney made, not bought.. and I'm having some trouble remembering the older movies..

I think I liked Tarzan! Though I wouldn't say he's my favorite.. hmm.. I like Mufasa from the Lion King and I like the Genie from Aladdin! I also liked John Silver from treasure planet! (That was Disney right?) But idk if I'd say they're my favorite Disney characters.. hmm..

Now, if you're asking what my favorite Disney/Pixar character is? Well that's easy 👇

@tallchest13-blog

XDD Thank you so much! :DD I'm glad you like it! :}}}}

:x I have not seen the welcome home update-- all my info comes from MatPat/his channels. I'm way too lazy to actually go look into any welcome home stuff myself <XDD

ALTHOUGH!- I have heard that Julie has monster paws! :DD No doubt she has them for different reasons than my Julie, but still! it felt like an Apollos dodgeball moment for me! XDD

I'm not sure why you're telling me all this.. but I suppose I'll put in my 2 cents while you're here-

While some of this is true, this sounds like a rather 1 sided view of Alphys' character. I know most of the Undertale characters are beautifully complex and thought out, Alphys included. And I don't think this view is accurate to who she really is.

For example, as far as I remember she wasn't watching anime to "slack off". I'm sure she was severely depressed and extremely overwhelmed with everything going on in her life atm.

I think it would be a good idea for you to watch some character analysis videos on Alphys. Since I don't remember her very clearly, I cannot defend her very well. But I recall seeing a lot of posts/videos in defense of Alphys and explaining why she did the things she did.

Basically, I think its worth your while to actually look into Alphys and give her a chance! Who knows, after gaining some more understanding of her, you might just like her! :}

WAAAHAAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THAT MEANS A LOT TO MEEE!!😭💖💖😭💖

And hey, I get where you're coming from about the whole art theft thing. :( That is my biggest struggle being here on Tumblr. The constant art theft is so disheartening. In fact there were several times in the past where I almost threw in the towel and quit Tumblr all together over it.

But what's kept me around is people like you! :D There's some folks out there that really care about what I make. And are excited to see what I make next! The nice comments they leave me and the engagement with my work has really stuck with me. And it's what keeps me coming back! Maybe someday if you decide to take that first step and post some artwork, you'll find a lotta nice folks that make the art theft seem not so bad :}

Also giant watermarks. Giaaant watermarks that are just annoying to look at. That might discourage art theft <XDD

As for Jevil and Grillby.. In my AU, Jevil has this power to create mirrors and jump from timeline to timeline through them.

At some point when it was just him and Seam traveling together, they wound up in this Snowdin at night. Grillby was about to close his bar but he saw these too tired and hungry people so he let them in.

At some point while they were sitting at the counter and talking to Grillby.. Jevil could feel in his soul that this timeline they were in was about to collapse. Killing everyone in it. Jevil reacted on instinct and grabbed Seam and Grillby's arm and pulled the three of them through a mirror. The timeline was destroyed as soon as they disaapered.

What this meant is Jevil had saved Grillby's life!.. But his AU/timeline no longer existed. All of Grillby's friends and family were gone.. his home was gone.. He was now a homeless wandering traveler just like Seam and Jevil.

Deep down, Grillby doesn't really hate Jevil. He just took the grief of it all really hard and blamed it all on Jevil in response. He wished that Jevil hadn't saved him so he could have just died with the rest of his family.. and not have to experience this grief today..

Overtime he gets better.. and he understands that Jevil didn't want for any of this to happen. Eventually they talk about it a little and they end up on better terms. Maybe even becoming true friends someday. :}

@astaherussy (Recent development post on the Wario "bros") (Old Wario "bros" post) (Old King Boo/Boos post)

Thank you so much! I'm glad you like what I've made! :DD As for Wario and Waluigi.. the main changes I'm working on are visual/design changes. In their outfits especially. And I'm thinking of taking away their hats. They looked obviously very similar to Mario and Luigi's..

When it comes to their story, that is also being developed. I think I wanna keep the aspect of the Mario bros getting in some trouble and the Wario "bros" rescue them. Though with recent developments.. I don't know if the whole thing in Shy Guy woods is gonna work out-

In other news, actually no! :0 I wasn't aware that Spidercrab is so liked, but I am very glad to hear that he is! :DD

And a lot of those vibes was what I was going for! Tired, traumatized, has anxiety but is better at hiding it. Though the father figure is unexpected XD but I guess it fits! He's rather introverted and prefers quiet and space. But he is also the crews medic, and boy does he worry and care too much for his own good. He cares too much about them to spend all his time alone. He not only cares about their physical health, but he cares about them as people.

He wants to be there for his crew. He want's to be the first to notice when something is wrong or one of his crew is unwell. So he tries to participate in all their gatherings. Despite how much he'd rather just go read a book in his hammock <XDD

Though, he is still antisocial/awkward.. so there could have been many times he noticed one of the crew seemed off. But he didn't have the guts to talk to them. So he would go and tip off one of the other crew members to check up on them. Stuff like that I imagine is his way of showing he cares. :}

WAHG! I rambled a bit there didn't I? <XD Well I hope it was a fun read at least- as a thanks for taking interest in Spidercrab! It means a lot to me :}}}

Thank you so much!! And indeed he is! I'm so honored that you remembered him! :DD Though he's looking at some major re-designing and a biiiiit of lore re-structuring too <XDD 💔💔

<XD Unfortunately for many reasons I cannot/will not drink any of the things on that list. But! I can drink water! :D

@badlyblurry

<XDD I suppose so, at the very least I'm dipping my toes in and having some fun!

Hmm.. out of all the Mario games I can remember.. I think red shells from Mario kart got on my nerves the most <XDD

That, or this one very specific Zinger from Donkey Kong country. But I get that a DK game might not count XDD

📢📢SHOUT OUT TO YOU SETH!! :DD 📢📢

Thank you!! :DD

@neo-metalscottic

Ahh, I see, thank you for the info! And I'm glad you like my interpretation of them anyways! :DD

And oh yeah, his children's safety is his #1 priority. He's probably getting Kamek to create more Goomba's and rearranging his troops. Setting up a big chunk of them to just be on watch duty around his land. In case the hero's decide to come back..

He's also probably tightening the defenses around his hidden palace. (Where the Koopalings, Kamek, Kammy and the Blue paratroops all live.) Most likely by stationing more troops there and hiding out there himself. He wasn't able to beat the bros but he will still be an obstacle for them if they ever make it to the palace and try to hurt his kids. (Mario and Luigi wouldn't do that most likely but Bowser doesn't really know anything about them at this point- other than the fact they are very powerful and very scary)

I didn't think much about K rool when I made my version of DK. But that guy and his species are intended to exist and be causing problems on DK's island. Though all the details I'm unsure of.. perhaps its what you said, maybe they want the special beets and fruits that the kongs eat? Or maybe they came from another island that didn't have much to eat and now they're here to take over.?? :00

Sorry, I don't take requests! And my ability to draw rn is rather limited anyways... 😅

BUT! May I direct you to this post and point out a detail in the background? Cici only ate the frosting off her cake slice. So Bibi offered his slice so she could scrape off his cake frosting and eat that too XDD What a sweet brother he is :}

@2006-stupid-thatsme

I am not familiar with those sites.. <:0

<XD Mike was kind of a jerk though. Now don't get me wrong, his voice was killer! But I don't think he really changed as a person by the end of the movie.

If they had put him in the second movie he was gonna need a major personality change in order for me to like him <XD

@candyglumboy

I think its alright. :0 And if I have drawn one of the characters? I cant remember doing it <XD

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Aw, I'm sorry that you have to deal with all this. It doesn't sound fun that's for sure. :( But thank you for the info! :DD

@littlelightfish

XDD IM GLAD YOU LIKE HIM!! And these are all good questions! Unfortunately I haven't thought much about these things- so let me make some of it up on the fly- <XDD

I imagined he likes to mess with the crew sometimes and pull little pranks. Its all in good fun! Just a bit of goofin off. And he mostly does it to Coco XDD

Now his favorite crew member.. hmm.. I feel like that might be Ellie. Despite her cold exterior, she had a big heart and really does love her crew. Even the butthead that is Tuna <XDD I can see her getting the other crew members to lay off and give Tuna some space. She is known for cooking food to everyone's specific preference, no matter how much longer it takes to make. And she would do the same for Tuna. Cooking what ever he wants, how ever he wants it cooked.

That really means a lot to Tuna.. if he can count on anything, he can count on Ellie to cook a perfect meal just for him.

Now the crew member that understands him the most would be who ever has had similar experiences to him, right..? In that case it might be Pinwheel. Orrr Coco.. maybe Spidercrab..? Ah, I'm gonna need to do some more thinking on that one <XD

The crew member he doesn't feel so comfortable around could be Cuttlefish. She is very mysterious and some would even say untrustworthy. He is probably spooked by her and doesn't fully trust her. Though I'm also experimenting with Tuna having trouble with authority figures. So mayyybe he's less comfortable around Seafoam and Octo..?? :00

Also thank you for your enthusiasm and interest in Tuna! Its the biggest compliment to me/my OCS 🥰🥰

@raccoons-in-a-dumpster

XD Yup! Its me! And thank you! :DD

@beryl-shade

XDD Do they say that? Are there popsicles in the oceans from that game??

I'm not sure.. I'd assume so..? Keep in mind that these character were made from a game that I know next to nothing about-

Maybe? :00

@yeetmysoulintothevoid (Post in question)

No its not a sexual dimorphism thing, its all about stress, exhaustion, health,, etc.

Peach and Daisy have very thin blue markings (like their species is SUPPOSED to have) because they are well fed, well rested, and pampered as princesses.

Wario and Waluigi's blue markings are very large and puffy becuase they eat garbage, get very little to no sleep, and are fighting for their lives on the daily pretty much- if they had a saver living environment and a secure source of food, their eye bag would be much less noticeable-

Now Rosalina's blue marks are noticeable and puffy mostly due to her grief and depression. And partly because she isn't exactly.. aliiive..? Anymore..?? <:D

And yes! Everyone's ears are emotive! :}} Maybe subtly though. They can perk their ears up or droop them down, much more than a human typically can. But they cant do really fine and quick movements to improve their hearing/listen in a certain direction. Like Dogs, cats and rabbits can for example. Its all slow and mostly intentional movements.

Nope, I don't have plans to finish that comic. The writing was horrible and everyone acted super out of character all in the name of angst. 👎👎👎

If anyone wanted to know the ending, Kwazii was gonna patch Barnacle's face and the rest of the crew was gonna show up in the gups. They get him in a gup, take him to the octopod and he gets situated in the sick bay.

Then Kwazii and Peso have this stupid emotional talk about how Peso feels bad for not being there for the captain and blah blah blah. VERY out of character for Peso. The entire point of Peso's character is that he "helps any creature who is hurt or sick, no matter what." There is literally nothing on earth that could have stopped him from helping his own Captain, no, his friend in his time of need. That writing is juuuust so dumb.

Plus Kwazii was a total idiot in that comic- realistically Kwazii would have taken that situation very seriously and would have listened to anything that Peso told him to do. And even if for some reason he was being stupid and continued to approach the Captain, Peso would have stopped him.

And this is even beyond the fact that this whole comic starts with Captain Barnacles doing a series of very stupid and irresponsible things that he would not do. And then a perfect storm of "whoopsies!" happen ever so perfectly to have him wind on that island.

Over all its a veeeeery bad comic. Not my best! 0/10 would NOT draw it again! XD I don't even want to re-write it to make it good. Becuase that whole situation just wouldn't happen from the start.

Although, I am keeping the idea that Barnacles has a very sensitive nose/face. (Due to him being a polar bear with many muscles and nerves in his face) And if he ever got hit in the nose/face? It would be incredibly painful and he would be very disoriented for a time. But the rest of that comic can go down the drain XD

[pinkpastels113]

If you had to pick one ship who would it be; Enid and Wednesday, Beca and Chloe or another ship and why

why are yall pointing a gun to my head and making me choose one or the other these days?! give a girlie a break here omg (please *cries*)

soo like as ive said before, bechloe is my comfort ship- i use them as a ship to write for if i wanna write a particular concept or fic idea or scenario? it's the easiest bc they don't have their own.. world, let's say. they don't require as much research and the "right mindset" that i would need to be in if i want to write or think too hard about ships like caitvi, or wenclair, or chaggie, bc they have their own world and vibe and school that i obv can't personally relate to. having gone through college myself in america like the bellas in pp and being around the same age as them in the movies makes it almost natural for me to write for them? beca and chloe both have aspects/character that i share too so bonus :))

but feelings wise, glassheart (descendants) emit the most emotion out from me right now. they are just so ADFSGHJSKGJK AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH like red is so MEEE and the idea that one can find love (in someone who would actually DIE for them) when they have always been told their entire life that they don't need it or deserve it to "reach their full potential" or "rule", is just so... rip my heart out and stomp on it why don't you??! i need that in my life actually being the big romantic that i am but also carrying big baggage on my shoulders adsghj. (again, i beg yall to pls give the new descendants movie a try? for me) oh and ALSO they are the best to practice my art on :33 bc COLORS HEHE

but again, i love all the ships that i do!!! they're all so cute and make me smile and go feral and cry in the best way possible and i really commend those authors and artists who can write/draw/create content for caitvi, wenclair, and chaggie and bring them to life. we def need more of them in the world to keep the fandoms alive and provide my daily serotonin boost <33

(also shoutout to slexie from grey's anatomy- yall dont want to know the state i was in when i found out what happened to them. i sobbed SO hard. it was ugly. they deserved their happy ending omg)

[sunlightandsuffering]

ME BISH MEEE

I LOVE THIS ASK IT MADE ME LAUGH LOL!! Here it is tho, it was longer before and I had to rewrite this part, i'm not sure if it's as good as it was originally but i'll never know bc I can never read it again 😭😭 but hopefully y'all like it!!

“Erennn,” Mikasa whines from the booth, demanding his attention and Armin shoots him a meaningful look, god he’s so easy to manipulate. It’s barely been ten minutes since they’ve barricaded her in, demanding that she finish at least two cups of water, a mission she’s currently dawdling at. “‘Min you can’t be that easy, she’s a master manipulator.” “Erennnnnn,” she wails again from behind him and Eren sighs. 

“But she seems so upset, are you sure she’s okay?” “She’s fine,” Eren tells him, taking another swig of his beer just as his phone goes off in his other hand. He checks it out of pure curiosity because who the fuck is texting him at this hour that isn’t at the club with him right now. Of course, it’s Mikasa. 

And as his eyes slip over the wall of text he almost drops the phone because it’s so filthy, so explicit he might just have to wash her mouth out with soap for the message. “Mikasa,” he chastises her, quick to power down the phone before Armin can see.

Her little head pops up from behind the booth where she’s splayed across the plush red leather, and she sends him a mischievous smirk. 

“We haven’t made any headway on our list Eren.” “Shut up,” he smarts back, turning to Armin before he can question too much, “She’s doing fine, she’s being a fucking brat actually. 

“Hey,” Mikasa pouts, affronted and Eren cuts her off before she can say anything too incriminating. Distracting her instead with her arch nemesis: the water glass. “How is drinking your water going Miki?” She shuts up, but him and Armin both watch as she begrudgingly takes a sip of the mostly full glass of water. Like a little gremlin her hand comes up to snatch the cup from the table, before disappearing to bring it down to where she’s lying on the booth. She makes an overexaggerated noise of disgust as she sips on it and Eren sighs. 

He turns back to Armin, gesturing towards his pain in the ass of a roommate, “See, brat.”

“I think you’re being too harsh on her Eren.” “You baby her too much.” “Erennn,” she goes back to whining his name dramatically, wanting his attention. “Drink your water Mikasa,” he directs and he hears her sit up for another swig. She makes a disgusted face before flopping back to her beloved booth where she’s borderline napping at this point. 

“It tastes awful, why do I have to drink this?” “Because I just had to rescue you from the girl’s bathroom where you were puking your guts up, you need hydration.” “You’re so mean.” “Yeah, well that’s what two hand grenades and absolutely no water gets you.” 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she mumbles to herself, her hands drawing imaginary shapes in the air as she lies on the booth. 

“I’m sure it did,” Eren patronizes her. 

She glares at him, popping up from her booth to slump over onto the table, “If I drink both of these will you let me go dance?” “I’ll consider it.” “I’m gonna go,” Armin tells them, setting his now empty glass down, “I think i’ve done my due diligence.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss against Mikasa’s temple and she preens at the attention. “You say that,” Eren grumbles, “But you’re not the one who’s gonna have to deal with getting her home.” Armin laughs, giving him a gentle pat to the arm, “Well that’s your job as her roommate Eren.” “Not what I signed up for.” His phone buzzes in his hand and he looks over at Mikasa and she’s looking away, a secretive smile on her lips. God she’s ridiculous, even more so when he reads the text. 

You should come over later.

“Mikasa,” Eren replies aloud as Armin disappears, “Baby we live together.” She scowls at the reminder, “Wrong person.” 

Oh what a fucking brat. “Don’t make me come over there.” “Hah,” she scoffs, “I’d like to see you try, my big bad roommate will stop you.” 

“Oh my god,” he whispers to himself, he cannot believe that this is how he’s spending his night. Abruptly, he turns back to the crowd, still barricading Mikasa in from the corner of the booth. And suddenly there’s a call, Mikasa’s sweet little face popping up on his phone and he sighs as he picks up, “Baby what’s up?”

“I miss you,” she mumbles, tearful now and Eren sighs, “Miki I’m right here.”

“There’s this guy ‘Ren and he won’t let me leave, he’s scaring me, I want you.”

Eren struggles to repress his smile now as she goes on, because really it’s not funny, she’s borderline crying into his ear because she’s scared that some big scary guy is trying to take her away.

[tteokdoroki]

had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s):  hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars,  inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning  forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing,  just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

[maddiewritesstucky]

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Stripper Bucky / Architect Steve

Words: 3790

Tags: Sexy shower antics, post-exercise endorphin highs, Steve is a badass for like 10 minutes, Bucky is not a morning person (until he suddenly is), enthusiastic morning sex

A follow-up one-shot to the slow death of Steve Rogers. Many thanks to my radiant cassowary @kalee60​ for giving it your clever eyes. Infinite birdseed for you 😘

(Also on Ao3)

When Bucky wakes up, he is aware of two things, and two things only.

One - it’s way too fucking early for his eyelids to have peeled themselves back the way they have, if the rosy tint of the sky outside is anything to go by, and two - his foot should have connected with some part of Steve’s anatomy by now on it’s customary post-waking stretch across the mattress.

His body is coming online one limb at a time, and he grunts his displeasure into the rumpled sheets; gaze firmly averted from the clock on the bedside table. Putting a number to it will only make him angry, and the stupid beautiful soft dawn light filling the bedroom tells him everything he needs to know anyway. 

Why they had decided to move into Steve’s apartment when Bucky’s actually had things like properly functioning curtains, he has no idea. 

"Steve,”  he groans, voice thick with the remnants of sleep and the injustice of waking before he intended to. 

He kicks his foot out a little further; throws an arm out to join the search party too, but finds Steve’s side of the bed decidedly more vacant than it had been when he fell asleep last night. 

Running, some vaguely helpful part of Bucky’s subconscious supplies, you fell for a man who goes running at bastard o’clock in the morning. 

He flops over onto his back and scrubs his hands up over his face; up through the tangled mess of hair that seems to find new ways of defying its scrunchie-prison every night. His vision sharpens into focus and sticks a moment on the giant canvas print photo of himself and Steve smiling back at him from the far wall; a grinning relic of a Bucky who was not woken before his time.

It still makes his stomach flip a little, that picture - the two of them stuffed into the heavy-knit sweaters Bucky’s ma had made them last Christmas; both in the  throes of losing their shit over the comically absurd miscalculation she’d made on size. Steve’s got tears in his eyes, and Bucky’s aren’t even open, and they’re clinging to each other with that special kind of desperation that intense, prolonged laughter seems to spawn.

It’s everything good about their life together, that photo; the sheer warmth and joy they’ve found in one another over the past year, the sense of  home and family and right. 

It’s even more heartwarming, Bucky finds, when the sun is a reasonable distance above the horizon.

He drags his protesting body out of its sleep-warmed cocoon, his intentions set on the brand new bag of espresso grind that Last-Night Bucky had so wisely left sitting on the kitchen counter. 

He’s going to use Steve’s favorite mug, the one he’d happened across in a yard sale that reads ‘architects do it on drafting tables’  with a lewd stick figure drawing. Partially because it holds the most coffee, and partially because if Steve had remained in bed this morning, with all his familiar warmth and dependable big-spoon behavior, Bucky would have remained blissfully unconscious until his alarm went off. 

...Steve’s not here to actually  see  this particular middle-finger of a gesture, but that’s beside the point. Bucky will  know.

It’s not until he’s shuffling his way down the hall, already two steps past the closed bathroom door, that Bucky registers the faint sounds of water hitting tile, and the sporadic, off-key hum of a post-run Steve. 

His feet halt in their tracks before he’s even made the conscious decision that coffee can wait.

He wants to keep walking, to get his precious cup of bean nectar and crawl back into bed for another hour or three, it’s just...

Post-run Steve is kind of Bucky’s jam. 

He’s sweaty, and loose-limbed, and hopped up on exercise endorphins which, more often than not, make him inexplicably horny and give him the closest approximation of a bad boy complex that someone with Steve’s demeanor could possibly get. 

Post-run Steve is the only good thing about being awake at this god forsaken hour. 

The sunrise, and the stillness, and the smell of fresh dew can get fucked, but Bucky will carpe the hell out of a diem for some Post-run Steve.

He slips quietly into the bathroom, and is immediately grateful for the time he spent descaling the shower door yesterday when he’s met with an unimpeded view of Steve’s glorious back. What goddamn right an architect has looking like that, Bucky has no idea, but you wanna talk about some aesthetically pleasing angles?

Steve’s got one hand braced against the wall, head dipped to draw out the line of his back. His skin’s a little flushed; water channeling in fast-flowing rivulets between the soft ridges and swells of his drawn-taut muscles, and he’s breathing those quiet grunts of the recently-exerted. 

He’s a living, breathing thirst-trap, and the knowledge that he’d only blush and change the subject if Bucky told him so just makes it a thousand times better. 

Bucky pushes his soft flannel sleep pants off his hips and lets them fall to the floor, sending up another silent salute to Last-Night Bucky for going commando, and steps forward to pull open the shower door.

...Later on, when Bucky is reflecting on it all, he’ll blame the early hour and his pre-caffeinated state for the fact that he didn’t realise. The soft noises falling from Steve’s lips, the very particular bunch and flex of very particular muscles…

Any other time of day, Bucky would have known straight away. 

Any other time of day, and Bucky wouldn’t have even needed to be in the same room - he could be at the bodega down the street, and his nipples would inexplicably harden at the pluck of Steve’s distant arousal on the cosmic spiderweb. 

But as it happens in the moment, it’s not until Steve’s head is falling back on a low moan that Bucky realizes exactly what it is he’s walked in on. 

“Oh, shit...”

It’s off his tongue before he can reel it back in, and Steve almost jumps out of his skin. 

His head whips around, and for the briefest flicker of a moment, he looks shocked and uncertain and embarrassed as all hell. 

But this right here is no weekday-afternoon Steve. This is not the blushing, bumbling hunk of love meee that occupies the corporeal form of Steve Rogers 95% of the time. 

No, this is Post-run Steve, and it’s all of about two seconds before he’s schooling his features into something more akin to vaguely-smirking indifference; turning until he’s facing Bucky front on, and settling his weight back against the shower wall.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t--” Bucky begins, as close to apologetic as one can really be about seeing their significant other in a compromising yet Very Sexy position. But the words dry up on his lips as Steve lifts a finger to his own in the universal gesture of ‘shush.’   

He watches, rapt, as Steve first reaches over to the tap and shuts off the water, and then takes up the bottle of Bucky’s conditioner, squirting some into his hand before wrapping it back around his cock. 

And then that jacked-up idiot, that neuro-chemical flooded pseudo bad bitch, looks Bucky dead in the eye...and goes right back to jerking off. 

He’s putting on a goddamn show with it too - pulling at his cock, long and slow and tight; dropping his head back against the wall and letting his moans ricochet shamelessly off the tile. The sound of his fist working over his dick is lewd as hell, so much more audible for the fact that there’s no rush of running water to mask it anymore, and Bucky wonders briefly if he ever actually woke up at all, if this isn’t just all a very believable wet dream. 

It certainly contains all the usual elements - intense eye contact; a big fat dick getting rubbed off by a beefy, naked, wet dude (bonus that it’s Bucky’s actual, real-life boyfriend); the kinds of sounds you usually only hear in porn…

For all Bucky knows, he could still be tucked up in bed asleep, and not standing here naked and painfully erect in this steamed up bathroom, watching his boyfriend jack it like he’s starring in some locker-room porno.

“You need somethin’, or you just come in here to watch?” Steve drawls, arching a brow at him, and yeah  - there’s a  lot of things Bucky needs all of a sudden.

He rakes an assessing gaze over Steve’s body, stepping into the shower and pressing his palms to the swell of Steve’s pecs.

“I just wanted to make sure your run went okay,” he shrugs, “no pulled tendons, shin splints...aching muscles…that kinda thing.” 

He squeezes at Steve’s shoulders and his biceps and his tiny waist; threads his hands up through Steve’s hair and slots a thigh between Steve’s to push their hips together. 

Steve’s skin is so warm, and slippery, and he smells like soap, and Bucky starts mentally calculating just how much time they have and how much energy he can feasibly expend before their respective work days start.

He’s not on stage tonight, but he is on shift for his day job at the community center, teaching a preschool ballet class at 10am, and then a seniors ballroom dancing session at midday before his contemporary classes in the afternoon. Steve’s working from home today, so hypothetically it wouldn’t matter if Bucky wore him out a little…

“Buck...” 

“Mm?” 

He rubs his whole self shamelessly against Steve, pressing in so the barbells spiked through his nipples drag across the wet expanse of Steve’s chest. He kisses Steve’s neck and his tits and his mouth, hungry and handsy and a little frantic, and Steve laughs softly against his lips as he turns them to push Bucky up against the slick tile of the shower wall.

“Your concern is deeply moving,” he deadpans, caging Bucky in with hands planted either side of his head, “but I think we need to talk about your bathroom etiquette...didn’t anybody ever teach you to knock?” 

He’s staring Bucky down with eyes lit up something wicked; his body so very nearly touching Bucky’s but not quite, and it hits Bucky all over again that his boyfriend is, physically speaking...really fucking imposing.

It’s easy to forget, when he’s being...well, Steve. Perpetually polite, kind-hearted, goofy...Bucky feels like when he looks at Steve, he sees the softness of his nature, the quiet goodness that radiates out of him. 

He sees the sensible shoes and the khaki pants, the careful artist hands and the way Steve still sometimes carries himself like the much-smaller man he claims to have once been. 

He’s Stevie, and Bucky wouldn’t have him any other way. 

But all of that also happens to be contained within a 6’2”, 200lb frame, and right now...Bucky kind of wants to suffocate under it. 

“I am so sorry, Steven,” he says, though it’s entirely negated by the raging hard on he’s sporting and the giddy, gratuitous manner in which he’s still feeling Steve up. 

He skates his fingertips down the rippled plain of Steve’s stomach, down to the trail of dusky blond hair leading south from his belly button, but Steve catches his hands and pins them up above his head. 

“I’m sure you are,” Steve hums, “but I don’t think you appreciate the gravity of the situation here. See, you caught me in a very private moment, one that I was very much enjoying, and now I’m all thrown off. You got me feelin’ shy.” 

...There’s some very compelling evidence to the contrary rubbing up against Bucky’s hip right now, but that’s beside the point. Steve’s teeth are scraping a line all the way down Bucky’s neck to nip at the ice fractals tattooed across his shoulder, and Bucky’s more than willing to play along.

“However can I make it up to you?” 

He arches into the press of Steve’s body, the hard line of Steve’s cock nestled into the crease of his hip.

If Steve shifted just slightly, he’d be rubbing up against Bucky’s dick. 

It’s not an accident that Steve isn’t making that shift. 

“You really want to?” Steve kisses the question against his skin, making his way slowly back up to Bucky’s mouth, and Bucky nods vehemently.

He’s already wetting his lips in preparation for all the ‘making up’ they’re about to do; signalling his knees to get ready to bend and pulling at Steve’s grip on his wrists, but Steve doesn’t release him.

Instead, he pulls back just far enough to look Bucky square in the eye, and smiles entirely too sweet for the authoritative edge that rumbles into his voice. “Go back to bed, Bucky.” 

Bucky has to blink a few times as the words circulate in his ears. His expression turns from I’m about to get some D!  to  oh god I’m being denied the D in about 0.2 seconds flat.

Bed is very far away from the dick that is currently in need of reparations, he can’t achieve anything from bed.

“But—you said—I was gonna—”

“Go. back. to bed.”  Steve tightens his grip on Bucky’s wrists and leans his whole weight against him, right up in his space so his lips catch against Bucky’s as he speaks, “...and wait for me.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

A big, stupid, ‘bout-to-get-railed grin stretches across Bucky’s face. He wriggles free of Steve’s grasp and stumbles out of the shower, stopping himself just shy of a wildly enthusiastic ‘yes sir!’

He thinks he can hear Steve’s laughter as he takes off back down the hall toward the bedroom, but it might just be his own echoing back to him. He throws himself down onto the unmade bed, still warm from when he got up not ten minutes ago, and honestly who needs to sleep in anyway? Sleeping in is for people who don’t have absolute poundcake boyfriends to screw them into the sunrise.

He should have toweled off, he realizes as his damp skin rubs against the bedding, but he cannot be blamed for life choices made before six am, and there are far more important things afoot anyway. 

Things like the sound of the shower turning back on for approximately forty-five seconds, then the muted pass of a towel being scrubbed over hair, and footsteps on the hardwood growing ever closer to the bedroom.

God, this is gonna be a good day. What  a beautiful day to be greeting the dawn, making the most of his youth, seizing everything life throws at him!

He has the good sense to snatch the lube out of the bedside drawer just as Steve walks into the room, eyeing him with amusement and hunger in equal measures. 

“You know what the problem is, with what just happened back there, Buck?” 

Steve saunters toward the bed with all the nonchalance of a man whose work day doesn’t start for another three hours. 

He wraps his sizable hands around Bucky’s ankles and yanks him down the bed a little - for no other purpose than to hear Bucky’s breath hitch at the unnecessary show of strength - and climbs up onto the mattress to straddle Bucky’s shins. 

“The problem is, I don’t like to make a spectacle of myself.” He plucks the lube from Bucky’s hand and pours some into his own, spreading it over his cock in lazy pulls. “Being the center of attention, having eyes on me...that’s more your speed.”

“Mhmm, yes, I am an attention whore,” Bucky nods, reaching grabby hands out at Steve who refuses to shift any further up his body, “and you are humble and handsome and have a big dick. Make out with me.” 

Steve tuts and shakes his head, reaching his unoccupied hand to flick at one of Bucky’s nipple piercings. 

“Oh, I don’t think you get to make requests right now. See, the worst part of you throwin’ me off back there? I was so fucking close.  So now what you get to do, James, is flip the fuck over, and let me finish what I started.” 

...Jesus, Bucky loves Post-run Steve.

He’s gonna marry Post-run Steve and have his hopped up little post-run babies, and make sure Steve never misses a single day of early morning exercise so he can bask in the glory of this magnificent bastard every goddamn day of his life.

Bucky flops over onto his front and gets his knees under himself, sticking his ass up in the air with a wiggle that’s probably a lot more comical than it is enticing. But the heat of Steve’s palms hook around the front of his thighs and pull them out from under him, sprawling him flat against the mattress.

There’s a sudden clamping of teeth on his ass cheek and the sharp swat of an open palm, and then Bucky’s being pressed firmly into the sheets by Steve’s weight settling high up on the backs of his thighs. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Steve sighs, planting his hands on the dip in Bucky’s spine, “I’m gonna use your ass to get off, and then I’m going to get back into bed, while you go make us some coffee.”

Bucky nods into the mess of blankets under his cheek, futilely trying to rock his hips up against Steve’s considerable weight. “Yes, agreed, punishment fits the cri-hi wow okay.” 

A wholly undignified sound is wrenched from Bucky’s chest as Steve skips all pretense of tease, and thrusts his slicked up cock into the crease of Bucky’s ass, rubbing off between his cheeks with a very singular purpose. 

Bucky scrabbles to grab hold of his pillow and drags it down, wedging it under his hips with as much success as can be expected when you’re being pinned by a 200lb adrenaline-testosterone cocktail. It’s enough though, to very favorably cushion the rub of his dick, and all things considered…this whole thing is working out pretty well for him.

He’s expending precisely zero effort, but the wet glide of Steve’s cock over his hole and the push of Steve’s hips rubbing him into the pillow is very much Doing It for him, and he lets his body go loose and pliant as Steve does all the work for the both of them.

And Steve is putting in work - rocking Bucky into the mattress with a fervor that knocks the breath out of him and sends the headboard careening rhythmically into the wall. 

“Y’hear that, Buck?” Steve pants, not for a second breaking his frankly devastating pace. “That’s what a fuckin’ knock sounds like.” 

“Oh my god.”   

This is exactly how every single day of Bucky’s life should begin. Naked, giddy, cocks enthusiastically rubbing up against holes, and Steve running his mouth like he won’t be turning ten shades of red about it later. 

If this is the payoff, Bucky will bust in on every single shower Steve has for the rest of his life.

“I love you,” he laughs a little breathlessly into the bedding, biting off a moan at the heat coiling low in his belly. 

It’s entirely sincere, and he says it because he means it...but if he also happens to know by now that those words are a direct hit to Steve’s prostate during sex?

That’s just a happy coincidence.

Steve makes a sound like he’s been punched, his thighs twitching and tensing where they’re clamped around Bucky’s hips. 

His breaths are coming sharp and shallow, his movements taking on a frantic edge that betrays exactly how close he is, and Bucky would ask him to slow down, except he really, really doesn’t want him to. 

“I love you, Stevie,” he says again, letting his own building climax bleed into his voice, “love you so much...come on, baby...” 

“Fuck,  Bucky, I...oh...” 

His weight falls forward over Bucky as he comes, and it’s all the shove Bucky needs to tip over the edge with him. 

He spills all over his pillow, burying a moan into the sheets and huffing under the weight of Steve’s body going lax on top of him.   

“Oh my god, Buck,” Steve groans, vaguely awed like it wasn’t his own efforts that just brought them both to sticky ruin, and Bucky reaches a hand back to swat weakly at him. 

“You said it, pal.” 

Steve nuzzles into the crook of his neck, planting breathless kisses against his skin and running his hands over every part of Bucky he can reach. 

It’s so tangible, that shift back to normalcy, back to  Steve.  It always hits Bucky square in the chest, the way he can feel Steve’s edges softening, feel that boisterous energy turn sweet and mellow in the aftermath. 

It’s kind of precious, actually, though Bucky would never phrase it like that to Steve’s face.  

He squirms beneath Steve’s weight, getting himself turned over until he’s on his back beneath him. “Good morning,” he smiles up at Steve softly, running his fingers through the still-damp tufts of his hair. 

Steve sighs happily, letting his eyes drift shut and tilting his head into Bucky’s hand. “Good morning, pervert.” 

“Hey, come on, you know I didn't do that on purpose!  ” Bucky laughs, cupping Steve’s face and kissing him all over his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolls his eyes, though the smile on his face says Bucky’s doesn’t really have anything to be sorry about. “Guess I can forgive you this one  time.”

“You’re a gracious man.”

Bucky drags him down and kisses him right on his smile, sweet and lazy. When they pull apart, Steve’s got that dopey look on his face like he’s feeling a whole lot of something, and Bucky knows exactly what’s coming before Steve says it.

“Glad you love me, Bucky Barnes.” 

...He knew it was coming, but it still gets him every time. 

“Glad to love you, Steve Rogers.” He feels like he’s glowing a little as he leans up to peck Steve on the tip of his nose. “Now if I’m not mistaken, I owe you a cup of coffee...you’re gonna have to let me up if you want me to follow through on that.” 

“Mm, counter offer - we both go wash off, together, and then I’ll make us breakfast while you handle the coffee?” 

Bucky pretends to consider for a second before he nods, stretching his body out as Steve rolls his weight off him. 

“Agreed.” He waves a hand in the general direction of the door, shooting Steve a wink and a lopsided grin. “Lead the way, pal. I believe you are intimately familiar with where the shower is.”

[the-void-i-scream-into]

White Tulips - Cut Chapter

Hey Everyone. I hope who ever reads this is happy and healthy. So I wrote this idea for my Han Seojun x Kang Sujin fanfic but it didn’t really fit the story at the time, even though I had set it up in the published story twice, so I cut it. But I still loved this idea so I wanted to share it here. 

I would have shared it earlier but I was trying to get the Joseon Era AU started before that but man, have I been struggling with that story. Writing historic fanfic is HARD! Anyway I still wanted to leave this here. Hope you all like it. 

Pairing: Kang Sujin x Han Seojun

Word Count: 1.7k 

Rating: Slightly Mature... or maybe PG 15? I dunno. I am bad with ratings

i.

For all of his flaws, Han Seojun had one thing going for him. He was unashamed. Unashamed of his slight lack of academic intelligence, unashamed of his troublemaker persona, and definitely unashamed of losing to Kang Sujin at everything imaginable.

“Ah-nee, how could you get so good at basketball?” He panted, pulling up his shirt to wipe his brow, not because he was sweaty, but because he wanted Sujin to stare at his abs.

“I was always good, Han Seojun.” Sujin said proudly, holding the basketball by her waist as she unabashedly eyed his abs. “I told you, I was just off my game that day.”

“You were distracted by my face.” Seojun smirked.

“Of course, I was. I had a massive crush on you.” She grinned, kissing him.

“Ooooh, chagi, you had a crush on meee.” Seojun teased like a school boy who had discovered her most embarrassing secret.

“We’re practically married.” Sujin pointed out dryly, the fact that they had been together for over a year now.

“Still.” Seojun grinned.

“Doesn’t change the fact that I finally did beat you.” Sujin countered.

Seojun didn’t tell her that he had let her win today. Her loved her competitiveness and the giddy way she grinned when she won. If Seojun could, he would let her win everything her heart desired. But this he would never tell her, mostly because she would kill him. And Seojun really wanted to live, especially now that he had someone else to live with.

“Technically, we’re at a draw. You only cancelled out your win from back then.” He stated. The two had started packing their things. Sujin dumped her water bottle in their gym bag.

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m about to win this argument.” Sujin grinned an evil grin, leaning closer. She spoke in a sing-song voice, “I know your big secret.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Seojun smirked. He was an open book, there was nothing he ever hid from anyone. And even if he did, there was nothing he was ashamed of.

Sujin took out her phone and pressed play.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Really? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Say la la la la la la la la la la la

“Told you I would find out.” Sujin’s evil grin spread wide as Seojun’s smug smile wavered.

Oh no.

It turned out that here indeed was one thing that Han Seojun was ashamed of.

“Ya, Kang Sujin!” Seojun went for her phone but she bounced out of his way, skipping backward.

“What’s wrong, Seojun-ah? Don’t like this song?” She asked in mock innocence.

Oh God, the horror. The pain, the anguish! The embarrassment!

“Ya! Come here!” Seojun ran after her and she sprinted away from him, running around the court. “Stop playing that!”

“No way. This is my new favorite song.” Sujin shouted back breathlessly as she ran full speed. Seojun caught up with her and she squealed and laughed as he held her by the waist.

“Are you not going to stop?” He didn’t lunge for her phone. Instead opted to tickle her, making her squeal some more, laughing uncontrollably.

“I cave! I cave!” She said, her eyes tearing up from the laughing.

Seojun took her phone and turned off the song. Sujin was red from laughter and Seojun felt an ache to kiss her then and there. But he didn’t want to encourage her triggering the PTSD he had from that embarrassing incident in high school.

“Lim Jukyung is such a traitor. I can’t believe she told you.”

“I’m your girlfriend. Of course, she told me. Shouldn’t I know you were dancing around half naked in front of another woman?” Sujin wiped the tears from her eyes, still shaking from the aftershocks of laughing.

“Aish! That was so embarrassing. I never want to remember that happened.” Seojun admitted, going red as he thought back to when he had been dancing around in his house, wearing nothing but his underwear and had failed to notice that Lim Jukyung had been there with his sister the entire time.

“Waeeee? I find it funny.” And then she burst out laughing again. Han Seojun walked away in a huff. He couldn’t face the embarrassment any longer, especially not in front of Sujin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Sujin chased after him.

Han Seojun would have buried the incident again, along with his memory of that song but then there it was again.

That dreaded song.

They were having lunch with everyone; Jukyung, Suho, Taehoon, Suah and his squad with Chorong, when suddenly, he heard the tune faintly.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Seojun thought he was imagining it. But then Sujin took out her phone and the song played clearer. That damn woman had set it as her ring tone.

That dreaded song.

“Oops, getting a call. Be right back.” Sujin said with just enough pretend innocence that it passed off as sincere to others, but he knew. He knew.

Han Seojun glared at Jukyung accusingly and she made an apologetic face. Luckily, no one else seemed to pick up on Seojun’s discomfort. Suho did give him a pointed look but Suho knew that he did not have the privilege of making fun of Seojun the way Sujin did. And that wasn’t a matter of Seojun getting mad at him. It was a matter of Kang Sujin destroying anyone who would say one syllable against her boyfriend.

“Sujinnie,” Seojun pouted like a child that night as they made dinner, “I don’t like your ringtone.”

Her phone had been ringing all day. A little too frequently, Seojun had noticed. It was almost as if Sujin had scheduled all of her calls to today just to mess with him.

“Oh, should I change it?” She asked causally, “Okay, you pick something you like.”

Seojun grinned and padded over to the counter, setting her ringtone to one of his songs.

That night Seojun had gone to sleep thinking that chapter of his embarrassing event was over. He dreamed peacefully of being on stage and serenading Sujin with the songs he had written for her. But then his dream was interrupted with that jingle again.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Seojun woke up with a gasp. No, it wasn’t just his dream. The song was actually playing. Sujin stirred and shut off her alarm.

Her alarm that was set to play Okey Dokey.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! Seojun screamed in his head, cursing the storm he imagined himself drowning in. He loved Kang Sujin. He could never deny her anything, even if it led to his own torment.

But why, why out of everything she had to choose this.

Sujin got up, and didn’t even notice Seojun stuff his head in his pillow as she went to the bathroom.

“Hyung, are you okay?” One of his bandmates asked upon seeing Seojun’s dark circles and dead expression.

“Huh? I’m okey, dokey.” He responded dreamily. The band member backed away in concern.

ii.

Ever since they had gotten close, Seojun had stopped challenging her. True, they would still tease and play the push-pull game but it wasn’t like it had been before. Before they had felt like equals. Now it felt like Sujin had all the power and oddly enough, she didn’t like that. She worried it might get too boring for Han Seojun. She worried it wasn’t good for him to coddle her so much. He needed to have just as much of a say in things as she did.

She had meant the song to just stir some new challenge between them. He would respond with embarrassment and demand that she gets rid of the song. He would finally set a line for her; a restriction and she would comply to and balance would be restored. No longer would she be the one dictating everything.

But it had the opposite effect. Sujin hadn’t realized how it was torturing him till she saw him jump when they passed by a store that had been coincidentally playing the song.

“It’s following me.” Seojun had hissed. Sujin became worried she had gone too far. She hadn’t realized how much the incident had affected him.

Fortunately, Sujin knew what to do.

Come home early tonight. Sujin’s text came.

“Is everything okay?” He asked the second he entered. Sujin never asked him to be home early, knowing his busy schedule. He was lucky that his other band mate had gotten ill, and practice had been cancelled.

“Yeah, gimme a minute!” Sujin called from their bedroom.

Seojun threw his jacket on the sofa and unbuttoned his sleeves, getting ready to make dinner. But then he froze.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

He groaned, “Aaaaah, chagiiii! Geuman-hae already.” He turned and then froze again, dropping his phone on the floor.

In the door frame of their bedroom stood Kang Sujin wearing leopard print camisole and a blue bathrobe, striking an exaggerated dancing pose. The camisole reached just below her thighs. The rest of her long, long, long legs were available for him to gawk at.

Seojun gulped. Good God.

You ready?

I'm ready

Yea, okey dokey yo

Sujin began dancing to the song just like he had, singing along as she moved through the hallway with the graceful movements of a more practiced dancer. It was funny but all too captivating at the same time.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

She came in and danced her way to the fridge, taking out a water bottle, and pouring it over her head.

Really? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Say la la la la la la la la la la la

She didn’t have the chance to continue as Seojun picked her up in his arms. She squealed in joy as he kissed her.

“Ah, Kang Sujin that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” He said, leaning her over as she laughed.

Seojun forgot all about the song as he bridal carried a squealing Sujin to their room. They both fell down on the bed, laughing. Sujin ran a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Sujinnie. Guess what underwear I’m wearing today.” Seojun grinned.

[night-rhea]

An Angel/Demon au but more like im remaking whole HP universe that no one asked for but i did it anyway because i simply just h a d to...

Under cut for now because its just me rambling about it with no proper art. And its...long...

Okay you are here, are you ready??

At first, i wanted it to be some regular A.D. au that demons in hell and angels in heaven and they are enemies bla bla you know all that beautiful aus like that already

so welcome to my version of it, kinda crossover like.

In hp universe we have muggles - wizards/witches. I turned this into humans - angels/ demons. So humans are like muggles, living their life with no magic and no idea about it. Angels and demons are like wizards/witches, have magic and knows about humans. Angels and demons are not holy creatures, they belong in Earth and lives there.

Angels have light magic. They have white, bird like wings and that light magic comes from wing's feathers. Only most powerfull angels have ring on their heads (i really dont know its name...)Demons have dark magic. They have black, bat like wings and that dark magic comes from wing's scales. Only most powerfull demons have horns on their heads.

Light magic is creator, dark magic is destroyer. Simply, an angel can create a light, but cant make it disappear. A demon cant create a light, but can destroy it.

Because of that, most demon and angels works as team aand lives with each other. And a note, Hybrids cant exist, they simpy just demon or angel. Because dark and light magic destroy each other, one dominate other in every situation. (Also pureblood supremacists? They are still here, turned into all demon or

all angel families. Kinda still purebloods??)

Normally, angels and demons doesnt need to use wand to use their own magic. But they have it anyway. Why? To be able to use other magic kind that they dont have. Let me explain.

I thought it would be pain in the arse to live with not being able to basically cast Lumos but not Nox. Or opposite. So, im sure they would try to find a way to use other magic kind. Then i thought how???

Basic. An angel will have a wand that uses the power of demons wing's scale. A demon will have wand that uses the power of angels wing's feathers. Most impostant point is, actually that wands are just like in normal hp universe. To be able to use it as other magic kind, person need to power it up with feather/scale regularly. Because of that, every demon and angel has to donate some in periots, to Ministry. But some people like families or Aurors, ones that works as teams, they doesnt get it from Ministry, they get it from their partner. Because emotional bond between users makes is more powerfull. ıdk how, it just does because i want it jhgfdfghjkl also ✨magic✨

I think now i can move on Hogwarts and our Hphm characters. Thats where things gets exciting jhgfdfghjk.

There is just two houses now, for demons and angels (I couldnt find a name for them so if you have l e t m e k n o w p l s).

Demons, main color on uniform is black, as a second color person can choose one or two of cold colors (basically shades of blue,green and purple). House symbol is Dragon SİMPLY BECAUSE İ WANT AND İ CAN?? but also it has similiar wings with demons.

Angels, main color on uniform is white, as a second color person can choose one or two of warm colors (basically shades of red, orange and yellow). House symbol is Abraxan because wings and its light colors

Here a simple drawing of Talbott as angel and Rowan as demon, just because i wanted to see something about au. Also i didnt think about uniform much, so there is a chance i can make it more beautiful. ALSO i made Rowan demon because how they are mc's house, i mean they need to in mc's kind, but you feel free to change this if u want

. Im not happy with drawings b u t i didnt think about them much. so. dont judge meee.

And no robes OR different dress code based on gender. No one wants robes or skirts while flying. NO ROBES AND SKİRTS AS UNİFORM. Thank you :)

Nooow are you ready to learn what i think of who is angel who is demon??? İf you have another ideas let me know plss

Demons: Night, Cordell, Tonks, Tulip, Andre, Merula, İsmelda, Bill, Jae, Skye, Murphy, Snape, McGonnagal, Madam Hooch.

Angels: Penny, Chiara,Diego, Badeea, Talbott, Barnaby, Charlie, Ben, Liz, Erika, Orion, Dumbledore, Flitwick, Sprout.

Normally student get sorted by hat in their house, in first year. İn that au, student get sorted in their team.

İn hogwarts, every demon has one main partner, an angel. And one secondary partner, another demon. Same goes as angels. And anegl have one main demon partner and secondary angel partner. Main partners makes the real team.

İt sounds little complicated, so allow me to give an example.

Night is demon. Their main partner is Talbott -angel- and secondary partner is Rowan -demon- The team is Night-Talbott. Rowan and Talbott has really nothing jhgfghjk.

I come up with everyones teams, but telling it like this would be hard, i will just write it like that:

Night-D-: Talbott-A- and Rowan-D-

Simple right??? Okay im starting, it might be confusing so maybe take a break before it?? Idk i felt bad for making this post s o long...

Night-D-: Talbott-A- and Rowan-D-

Talbott-A-: Night-D- and Badeea-A-

Rowan-D-: Ben-A- and Night-D-

Ben-A-: Rowan-D- and Diego-A-

Badeea-A-: Npc-D- and Talbott-A-

Cordell-D-: Barnaby-A- and Andre-D-

Barnaby-A-: Cordell-D- and Liz-A-

Andre-D-: Npc-A- and Cordell-D-

Liz-A-: Npc-D- and Barnaby-A-

Tulip-D-: Diego-A- and Tonks-D-

Tonks-D-: Charlie-A- and Tulip-D-

Charlie-A-: Tonks-D- and Npc-A-

Diego-A-: Tulip-D- and Ben-A-

Penny-A-: Skye-D- and Chiara-A-

Chiara-A-: Ismelda-D- and Penny-A-

İsmelda-D-: Chiara-A- and Merula-D-

Merula-D-: Npc-A- and İsmelda-D-

Last thing i wanna talk about it is, classes! İn that au, classes are karma -angel and demons are together- but differently than original hp universe, there is one angel and one demon teacher in class.

İn charms, while Flitwick teaches Lumos to angels, Mcgonnagal teacher Nox to demons. Sooo

Charms: Flitwick-A- and McGonnagal-D-

Transfiguration: McGonnagal-D- and Sprout-A-

Herbology: Sprout-A- and Snape-D-

Potions: Snape-D- and Flitwick-A-

Madam Hooch-D- teaches every first year to fly properly and she still quidditch referee

I think thats the everything i have in my mind. For now. I hope i explained it good, aaand i hope i didn't explode your brain with all details :((

If you read aaaall of it,tell me what you think about it! Au's are more fun if more people knows about it!

[yunhohoe]

Pairing: Mingi x Reader

Warnings: Smoking; Swearing; guns and violence and injury; just some pretty intense moments in general;  y/n’s boyfriend is super toxic and unhealthy; fingering; nipple play; unprotected sex; main character death. (Kindly let me know if I missed anything you think should be added)

Genre: ANGST; Smut

Rating: M

Word count: 11k

Summary:  Jobs like this were never easy.  Your boyfriend Blue was an asshole and you didn’t particularly like your work. But, Blue’s best friend Mingi who always tagged along always made the moments more enjoyable.                   One day a job gone wrong sends the two of you to eachothers arms.

a/n: Hiii this is my first ever Ateez fic please go easy on meee.  If there are confusing parts it is likely going to make sense in the end! This is a story with a twist :)

You were rudely pulled from your sleep by a persistent ringing of your cell phone.

Your hand shot to where it sat next to your pillow.  Grabbing it and seeing that it was your boyfriend calling you groaned and quickly swiped to send it straight to voicemail.

Talking to Blue first thing in the morning had always been a pain, he always had something to complain about, usually involving something that you’d done the day before.

You got out of bed and made your way to the shower, your phone buzzed in your hand at least five times and you did your best to ignore it.  You knew it was Blue spamming question marks or asking why you aren’t picking up.

You let your phone buzz the entire time you showered, almost purposefully taking your time, you knew you had time.  He wasn’t coming to pick you up until 9:00.

You let your hands run all over your body as you rinsed off your favorite body wash, taking in the moment before you had to start a day that had been giving you anxiety for a long time.

When you’d been told a year ago that you’d be given an opportunity to be a part of this program you almost didn’t believe it to be real.  

Even though Blue would be there, (despite him being your pick of partner you really couldn’t stand the guy) you said yes.  

You said yes for one reason.

Song Mingi.

Blue’s best friend.

Yes.  You knew it was wrong that you had always had the biggest crush on your boyfriend's best friend but he was everything Blue wasn’t in all the best ways.

Blue was a coward.  Not in the way of getting scared of spiders or ghosts or things.  But in the way you knew he’d throw anyone under the bus to save himself if needed, even you.

Mingi was never a coward, while you’d seen him let out a cute scream at a spider or two, you had trusted him with your life.  You would trust him with anything.

And it’d been far too long since you’d seen that face…

So you agreed, and here you were, putting on your red lipstick in the mirror.  You only wore red lipstick on special occasions and this was definitely to be one.  

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Once you had gotten ready head to toe in your best you walked out the front door of your apartment building and made your way to the bustling front where taxis were leaving as fast as they arrived.

This city definitely didn’t ever stop.

It had always been going going going…

Just like you.  Since the day you were born you’d kept pushing forward at a relentless pace, and here you were, staying in one of the most luxurious apartments in the city, paying for it with money you made.

Well…

“Are we doing this or not y/n? Did you go fucking deaf overnight?”

Blue.

You sighed and turned to see him yelling at you from the driver's seat of his flashy car.

It was a bright shade of teal, four seater car with purple coloring misted over it in spots almost too subtle to see.  When the sun caught the paint the right way it lit up with the glitter mixed in and could get almost blinding.  Inside was a blue haired man that never ceased to turn heads.  It was much like the way you dressed head to toe in glamorous jewelry, your bright red shorts that matched your lipstick were far too short and shifted many glances their way.

You’d really missed dressing up this much.  You only ever did when you were going to a job, it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to draw attention to yourself in your line of work. (though it had come in handy as a distraction a few times.)

But, you couldn’t help it, and neither could Blue.  Maybe that's why despite all of the toxicity in your relationship you stayed together.  You hung well on eachothers arms.

You hopped into the driver's seat and were instantly pulled into a sloppy wet kiss with an intruding tongue.  You did your best not to gag and gave him a fake but believable smile as you pulled away.

“You’re making us late.” He grumbled and put his car into drive, he sped up so fast the wheels of the car skidded on the pavement and you were off.

You had to admit, while this was far from your first gig you could never escape the heavy beating of your heart that kicked in once you were on your way.

The interior of Blue’s car was just as extra as him.  All black leather with blue lights places perfectly throughout the car to light it up in a cool hue.  The deep blue reflected off Blue’s short but scruffy turquoise blue hair, giving it some more depth than it had when he was out of the car.

He did seem cooler when he drove..

Maybe that's another reason why despite his constant harsh words you were drawn to him.

You met him on a job where he was the driver, and the two of you had been tangled up with each other on and off ever since.

The car skidded to a stop and you felt your seatbelt click to halt you from falling too far forward.

You turned to Blue to glare at him for his rough driving but he wasn’t looking at you.  He had a giant smile on his face as he waved almost childishly out the window.

Now realizing where you were you sucked in a silent gasp and quickly tugged down the mirror on the visor above you to make sure your hair and makeup were still alright.

You wiped a little bit of lipstick that Blue had smudged under your lips and shoved the visor back up as if nothing had happened.

You took in a deep breath this time, your heart pounding out of your chest, you swore it might actually give you a heart attack.

The bubbling warmness was coming up from your stomach to your throat until you couldn’t stop yourself from saying his name.  

“Mingi!” you yelled out of the car window to him.

The tall man approaching your car silently now ducked down a bit to meet your eyes and gave you his signature body melting smile and a tiny wave that he kept close to his body.

Unlike you and Blue, Mingi wasn’t flashy.  He was still friendly, and certainly could turn heads in his own way.  

But it was almost like he knew he didn’t need to try.   You wished you could feel more confident to be like that, effortlessly attractive, the kind of hot that makes you turn heads even when…

“You look like that's what you rolled out of bed wearing!” Blue scolded Mingi as he hopped into the back seat.

“Wow, I’m already being attacked? I’ve been here two seconds.” Mingi dramatically feigned being deeply offended.  

Though, he likely *was* wearing what he woke up in.  The man was in grey plaid pajama like sweatpants and an oversized plain black hoodie, his hair that had been dyed bright red at one point was now a pale and faded orange and he looked like he needed a couple extra hours of sleep.

But god.  Was he the most perfect sight on the eyes.  Even Blue, despite his asshole personality couldn’t help but love the man in a way you’d never seen him love anyone, even you.

They’d been best friends since grade school and when you started dating Blue you’d realized they were a package deal.

It always blew your mind how such polar opposite people could become friends.  Mingi was kind where Blue was cruel, and Mingi was strong where Blue was weak.

You couldn’t help but kick yourself for sitting in the front seat that day years ago with Blue instead of getting in the backseat with Mingi.

Damn him and his flashy hair, and damn you and your addiction to shiny things, despite how poisonous they might be.

“You look just fine Mingi.” You giggled.

“Thank you.” He lifted his chin up jokingly and smugly.  You chuckled and tried your hardest not to study his adorable features and make it obvious that you had some feelings here…

How could such polar opposite people become best friends?

Maybe they weren’t totally opposite, because they did share one thing in common, the same thing that you also had in common with them.

“So where did the app say to meet up?”

*Crimson Rexcruit*

The app each of you had on your phones.

The app you had met them through.

“There's supposed to be two more meeting us at the City Bank.” Blue mumbled off the last bit.

“Wait…” you felt maybe due to the mumbling you’d misheard.

Mingi as well had a confused expression on his face, leaning forward to put his head closer to the front seat.

“I’m sorry.  Did you say City Bank? As in the largest bank in the city.  As in the most guarded bank in the city?” He questioned his friend.

Blue simply nodded.

You felt your blood turn to ice and you were stiff in your seat.

“Um...Blue...That's not in our grade?” Your voice was almost a squeak.

The way the app worked was you had to have someone else with a high enough grade on the app to vouch for you.  Once you had that you could unlock parts of the app that allowed you to take low level jobs with low pay until you got enough good reviews to move higher.  You and your group had always hovered around the level of small gas station robberies, usually when no one was there, or only one attendant.  

Mingi usually went in with whoever the app told you to meet up with.  Blue was your getaway driver, and you were the lookout and distraction if needed.

It had always worked smoothly,it required little planning, and had almost become routine.

This bank robbery was jumping quite a few levels above what you were used to.

“It is now.” He said shortly, not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.

When you join a ‘Crew’ through the app you are required to appoint a leader, and your leader was Blue.  The leader would get a lot of details about your jobs that the other crew members wouldn’t, it was to help with deniability and keeping information from getting around.  But, damn did it get annoying when Blue kept things from you.

You rolled down your window a crack, remembering that Blue always kept a pack of cigarettes in his center console of his car.  You went to grab for one and it was slammed shut almost pinching the tips of your fingers inside.

You yelped out a high pitched gasp and held your hand close to your chest.

Blue still looked at the road but one hand had left the steering wheel and was holding the console lid shut.

“Thought you quit.” He snapped.

You looked back to Mingi who was silent but obviously trying his hardest not to get involved, shifting his gaze out the window as if he couldn’t hear the two of you. He wasn’t one to get nervous or stand down.  To anyone but Blue that is.  

It was unfortunate because you knew that Mingi was the only one Blue would listen to.

“Well you’re really making me want one.” you said coldly, pissed off for a few reasons now.

“Oh well.  There's not many left anyways and you always smoke two in a row for some reason.” He seemed to mock you for your habit.

“She can have one of mine.” Mingi offered from the back.  Apparently now not pretending he wasn’t listening to the entire conversation.

“Thank you Mingi.” You sang smiling at him, unbuckling and turning all the way around in your seat so that your ass was almost poking against the windshield.

Blue cussed under his breath and seemed to debate on pushing you back into your seat.

You leaned into the backseat, opening your mouth with a slight smirk on your face, pleased that Blue wasn’t getting his way this time.

Mingi seemed to part his lips slightly along with you, staring at the space between yours.

His eyes locked onto the way your tongue slightly rolled behind your teeth as you waited for him to stop fumbling his fingers over the pack he was pulling out of his hoodie pocket and put the cigarette in your mouth.

His eyes only darted down for a quick second as he pulled one out, they were back to your lips like a magnet as he reached his hand out to place the cigarette between your lips.  

You felt a place in the not too far back of your mind wish that instead of pulling his hand back away after that he’d let it linger, let a finger trail the border of your lips, tracing the red to memorize with his fingers the way he was with his eyes.

But, instead he quickly pulled away and relaxed back into his seat.  He smiled a thin toothless smile at you, as if to say ‘our transaction here is done now.’

Which it was.

That didn’t make it less frustrating though. You didn’t huff though.  You were used to bottling it all up, and you’d come to terms long ago with the fact that Mingi would never be yours.

Blue was who you had chosen, and he did have things about him that were positives to being his.

He was richer than Mingi.  Being the leader came with an extra cut of the pay each job since he would be the one to get the highest charges if caught.  It was fair, and none of you had ever argued it.

Blue was good in bed.  Not that you didn’t imagine Mingi to be either…

But, you couldn’t really complain there.  He liked to toss you around, and you liked to be tossed around.

You settled back into your seat and caught Blue giving you a sulky glance.  You pretended not to notice and instead of addressing what would likely turn into a fight, you grabbed the lighter set in the cupholder.  You lit your cigarette, tossing the lighter back into the cupholder without care, causing it to bounce down back out and down onto the floor.

Not caring to pick it up either you rolled down your window a bit more, letting the breeze carry the smoke out of the car.

Why was your heart still beating so fast? You knew how these jobs went, you knew how this job would go.  Right?

It was quiet for a long time.  

Blue usually liked to turn up his music and get hyped up before a job, so you took to just staring out the window as you smoked.

You caught a glimpse of mingi in the car’s rear view mirror.  He was looking at you.

Instead of looking away from being caught staring, he stuck out his tongue goofily.  You chuckled and coughed a bit on the hit you had been taking in.

Cute.  

He was always so cute.

More seconds passed, or was it minutes?

You didn’t remember the drive to the bank taking this long…

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Finally your car was parked by a side door that you were told would be left unlocked for your crew and the two solo Crimson Rexruit users.

They came in a second car and were to assist Mingi with the robbery and they would take the money to the client that put the job out.  

Your team never dealt with transporting the money, your money always promptly got distributed by your job title and deposited into your accounts by the app after the client received their money.

“Okay. I’ll go stand out and wait for the-” Mingi started.

“Wait.” Blue cut him off.  Uncharacteristically he gulped, and his hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, though he’d already parked the car.  He took a deep breath in and chuckled.

“So I’m actually going in with you this time.  We need four for the job inside and they’d only hire five people.” Blue explained, then turned to you. “You’re gonna have to drive.”

“Excuse me?”

Though it was your thoughts exactly, it was Mingi’s voice that spoke.

Blue turned around as much as he could in his seat to face his best friend.

“She can do this and be look out.  It’ll be fine.” though nothing in Blue’s nervous tone made you feel like everything was fine.  Blue never went in...and this was going to be his first job inside?  

“We all already have enough money to live the rest of our lives happily.” your hand shot out to Blue’s leg.  “You know we don’t *have* to do this…” you tried to reason with him.  You knew it was a lost cause, but you couldn’t help but try.

Once Blue had something on his mind there was no way anyone could stop him.  Except maybe…

“Mingi?” you whipped your head around to face him, hoping that he could yell some sense into his friend.

“I-...” He seemed to debate in his mind for a while.  “If it's what the app told him…” he shrugged “We’ll be fine.” he gave another thin unsure smile.

You sighed.  It was worth a shot.

“Okay.”

Blue and Mingi got out of the car and you moved over into the driver's seat, adjusting it for yourself and rolling the window down all the way while they spoke with the other men that had just arrived.

Your boyfriend walked over to the window and pulled you into another cringeworthy kiss.  

“I’ll be back in no time baby.” he winked at you. You smiled, looking him up and down before he walked away.

He really was something else.  While you didn’t particularly like him much, you never would wish harm on him.  Your stomach had already been in knots before you had learned he’d be going in as well.  It was almost impossible to handle the feeling that came after.

Mingi next walked over to you, bending down and resting his elbows on the ledge of the open window.

“I’ll look after him.” Mingi smiled. “Won’t take my eyes off him.”

You nodded, “I know you’ll look after him.” of course he will.  As much as Blue loved Mingi, Mingi loved him right back.  

His eyes narrowed into a different expression, and he started to almost speak but instead shut his lips tightly, as if to completely block any words from slipping out.  Mingi pulled out another cigarette from his pack, surprising you and causing you to jump a bit as he boldly just placed it between your lips.

“You never had your second one.” He chuckled

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in.  It almost caused the cigarette to fall from your lips to your lap.

“Oh yeah.” You muttered, the stick between your lips muffling your words, “s’been a while.”

He then smiled with a nod and stood up, patting the top of the car before starting to walk away.

“Mingi!” You yelled out. The unlit cigarette not saved from its fall this time.

He instantly spun back around and raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah y/n?”

He spoke your name so beautifully.  So clearly like cool water hitting your throat on a hot day.

You almost forgot what you were going to say, smiling goofily for a moment as a smile grew on his face in return.

“You stay safe too.” you spoke.

He chuckled and nodded, sticking his hands in his hoodie pocket.  

“I will, don’t worry.” he winked.  

You felt your heart flutter just before it sank. He pulled a gun from his hoodie pocket to show you.  Flashing it just for a moment before returning it and leaving his hands into stay.

He smirked and returned to where Blue and the other men were talking.

Mingi never carried a gun…

He hadn’t known this job would be different…

Why the *fuck* did he have a gun?

————-

You waited for far too long.  The unlit cigarette sitting under your lap motionless.  Just like you.

Your hands were gripped on the steering wheel so tightly your fingers hurt.  But it was the only thing distracting you from what you knew what was to come.

Any second the door they all went in would open and you’d need to make sure your foot was on the pedal as fast as you could to get your crew out of there.

It was just taking so long.

Did it really take that long?

The anxiety was getting too much to handle and you remembered the cigarette in your lap.  

Your hands were so shakey you could barely bring it to your lips, but it made it there in time.

You went to grab for the lighter in the cup holder and upon your hand only hitting plastic you remembered you’d dropped it on the floor on the passenger seat.

You leaned over to rummage around, not seeing it anywhere and figuring it must’ve gone under the seat you started to go to move it back…

And at that moment the sound of the metal door being swung open echoed out in the alley you were parked in with a loud bang, causing you to jump up and hit your head on the underside of the dashboard.

You quickly say up in a panic.

After that was only the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement as fast as they could.

The passenger side door was flung open and a panicked Mingi hopped inside.

In his arms was a giant duffle bag, and on his hands was…

“Mingi is that blood?” Your jaw hung open.

“Fucking drive y/n.” he hissed in a stern tone you’d never before that day heard from him.

“B-Blue?” You stuttered out your lower lip trembling.

“DRIVE!” he screamed, slamming a hand on the dashboard so loudly that your foot smashed onto the gas without you even meaning to.   The car jerked forward and you just kept going.

It seemed like your body had decided from here on out to autopilot.  

Everything seemed like it was moving forward faster than it ever had in your life.  This city certainly moved fast but the distance between you and wherever Blue was right now was growing faster.

You didn’t seem to be running from anyone so once you got a few blocks over you started going the speed limit and tried your best to blend into traffic in Blue’s flashy car while a bloody Mingi sat wide eyed and silent beside you.  

He was trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down but seemed to be struggled to get one out without it getting caught in his throat.

You drove and drove for what felt like an hour, pulling into the driveway of a house a few towns over you’d stayed at a few times with Blue on vacation.  He didn’t own it or anything, yet the keys did happen to be on Blue’s keychain.  He’d managed to snag himself a print of it the last time you’d stayed there.

For some reason it was the place your body had just brought you to.

And you felt then that it was lucky it had.  There were no cars parked out front and all of the lights were turned off.  It looked extremely vacant.

You parked and rushed over to Mingi’s side of the car, opening his door frantically.

“Are you hurt?”

He was clutching the duffle bag tightly, lightly knocking his head against it while muttering.

“Mingi!” you spoke quietly but sternly.

He shook his head against the bag. His bloodied fingers that were locked intertwined with each other had now dried and likely smeared blood onto the bag as well.

“Then we gotta get into the house and find something to cover up this car.” You grabbed him by the arm trying to prompt him to get out of the car.

He was reluctant at first but after a few tugs nodded and let you help him out of the car.

You walked him to the door of the house, looking around double checking if you were followed.

It seemed to be in the clear, and the house was fairly secluded, probably a half mile either way before you’d see another house.  Yet, with Blue’s very stand out choice of ride, it was still better safe than sorry to find something to cover it up.

That was step two.

Step one was to get Mingi inside.

After missing the keyhole a few times you finally got the door unlocked and Mingi (without your assistance, and despite you trying to reach out to help him) stumbled over to a couch in the first room the entrance led to.  He almost fell into it, the duffle bag still clutched tightly in his arms.

“You stay there.” Your voice was scratchy, as if you’d been screaming, had you screamed at some point?

Mingi didn’t respond, eyes held shut and he laid down onto his side.

It seemed like that was him agreeing so you nodded and took to searching the house for some sort of blanket or tarp.

You found a large cover in the bathroom of the home and made your way out to the front lawn with it, glancing back to make sure Mingi was still resting on the couch.  He was, exactly how you’d left him.

As you pulled the sheet over the car you noticed a bit of blood on the dashboard where Mingi’s hand had hit.  

It was not a sight you’d ever expected to see.  It was obviously something that everyone who did the things you did had to consider at some point…

But when it actually happened it made you realize you had never *really* thought through the consequences of what your Crew was doing.

The realness of the danger was a lot different than the rush and thrill of getting away with it.  There wasn’t anything sexy about this moment, not like all the other times where the adrenaline had you and Blue ripping each other's clothes off the minute you walked into the door after a job.

Blue...

No.  This felt more like being sick, every kind of sick you’d ever felt all at once.  

You hurried to finish getting the car covered and sped back into the house.

“Mingi?” you called out to the man still motionless on the couch.

He remained silent, squeezing the bag closer to his chest.

“Mingi where's Blue?” You walked over to him, kneeling down next to him.  

He winced at his friend's name, shook his head, and rolled over away from you.

As always, no one tells you anything.  Even when it could be life or death.

This time you decided to make a huff.  It was immature of you but you weren’t quite in control of your emotions.

You stood up and ripped the duffle bag from his arms, tossing it across the room.

Almost in the same moment, as if to replace the loss of the duffle bag, Mingi’s arm shot out at you.  His hand to your waist pulling you down, causing you to lose balance and topple onto the couch on top of him.

He shifted himself to make room for the two of you and brought you in tightly, even tighter than he’d been holding that bag.  

Now he started to sob.

You’d never seen Mingi cry, let alone anyone cry with such a raw and rough outpouring of emotion.

His hands now started to scramble across your back, his full body shaking as he sobbed, and your hands running through his hair until the two of you drifted off to an unintentional sleep.

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You couldn’t help but notice the way every curve of Mingi’s body was pressed up against you when you woke up a couple hours later.

His pajama pants not  leaving much of a barrier between himself and the shorts you were wearing as he shifted his front closer to you.

As much as you wanted to press back into him…

As much as you could…

The (even) bigger situation here set in.

You sat up, almost knocking him off the couch onto the floor.

“Hm?” He mumbled at you.

“Mingi wake up.” you shook his shoulder.

As if he’d for a moment completely forgotten the events of earlier, and only saw what he thought must’ve been a dream.  A dream where you had fallen asleep next to him.  Maybe a dream he’d had many times, since he smiled fondly, and almost with a hint of familiarity.

That faded all too quickly though as the sleepiness lifted its fog on his brain.

His eyes no longer held any light, it drained instantly and he shot off the couch.  Stumbling clumsily back.  

“Fuck.” Wide eyed he pulled the gun out of his pocket.  

“I’d had that pressed against me this whole time!?” you almost screamed at him.

“The safety is…” He fumbled it over in his hands. “On...now…” he winced.

“Fuck Mingi.” you muttered, standing up and walking over to him. “Please put that thing somewhere...not here.”

He nodded with no hesitation and walked into the kitchen, putting it in one of the drawers.

When he returned he sat on the couch with his hands on his elbows and his mouth pressed firmly into his hands.

“Tell me what happened Mingi.” you sat down next to him, putting a hand on the fabric of his sweater over his bicep, feeling him flex slightly at your touch. “Please” you pleaded.

He nodded and moved his hands, sighing and shaking his head.

“It was a set up...but not for us.” He sucked a deep breath in slightly starting to tremble “  Once we were almost out of there Blue got a text.  Not from the client but from the app.  The message told him we had an option...If we killed the two solo partners we’d get their share of the money. I-” he paused “I don’t get why but Blue instantly seemed on board he just...lit up.” Mingi waved his hand over his face. “Fuck. Fuck y/n.  He wasn’t acting himself I swear.”

He was now pleading to you almost.  

“Okay…” you started to play with the hem of your shorts as you prompted him to continue.

“Y/n...he was gonna do it. He...did. Do it..” he cocked his head to the side biting down on his lip and whimpering slightly.

You sucked in.  You had known that was coming next.  You really had.

In a question of whether Blue would be capable of something like that, (while Mingi seemed to think it was out of character for him) your answer would have always been yes.  Yes he could, and yes he did.

“He took my gun out of my hands almost instantly y/n...and it was so quick.” tears now started to pool in his eyes.  He cleared his throat and took another breath. “Um...yeah.  He shot them.  Just...like that.” he blinked a few times.

“Oh…” was all you could manage to reply. It was quiet for a bit until Mingi started muttering something under his breath.  He was starting to rock back and forward slightly where he sat.

“So you left him behind?” you asked.

“Ah.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to.  Everything was just so...fast.” he muttered, standing up and leaving the room in a hurry.

You pursed your lips together, not following him right away.  Sitting with that thought again.

Blue had killed the two other partners.  Blue had killed two people.  

It wasn’t the kind of feeling that would ever be shaken.  Even sixty years from now this memory would be one of the last on your mind.

You let yourself cry a moment.  Finally.

You cried for Blue and what he’d done.  You cried for the people he’d killed and their loved ones, and those right now expecting them home.

“y/n?” Mingi’s voice called from the other room.  

“Not now Mingi.” you choked out, your emotions slowly gaining momentum.

Fluffy orange hair poked around the corner of the room, he was in the kitchen now peeking around into the living room area you sat in.

“Tea?” He wiggled a box he must’ve found in the closet, he was putting on a fake smile, it could’ve been more for himself than you,  but it helped.

You nodded, wiping the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.

He returned not too much later with two green mugs in his hand, setting them down on a table beside the couch.

Mingi then sat down hard next to you, shaking the couch a bit and chuckling at his clumsiness.

You smiled slightly and reached out for one of the mugs that was on the other side of him.

He caught your arm gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist and holding you for a moment, looking into your eyes with ones filled to the brim with pain.

“Um.  The tea is still pretty hot.  I wouldn’t” he explained himself, giving you your arm back.

You looked over to the steam rolling off the top of the mug.

This isn’t fun.

Why did you do this?

What was the point of any of this?

Why did you choose this…

You debated screaming out for an escape.  You knew the words you could say…

But you weren’t ready yet.  Not yet.

And then there it was.

Your reminder and reason for doing this.

Mingi smiled your way.  Maybe a bit forced still, but a completely body melting smile.

You instantly rested your head on his shoulder, wishing you could do more than that in this moment.  Begging your body to let you do more than just gently rest your head on his shoulder.

Your hand could easily move out to his knee and trail up his leg...

But not yet. As much as you knew it would help the two of you.  As much as you were 99% sure right now in this moment you both wanted more than just your head on his shoulder, it wouldn’t be right.  Not right now.

Your eyes did flash to the clock hanging on the wall for the first time in a while.  It was only 5pm.  It seemed like a week had passed since this morning.

You let more seconds pass with your head on Mingi’s shoulder, there wasn’t much else you could do.

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A few hours later Mingi was cooking you both dinner. There wasn’t much in the cabinets that hadn't expired.  No one had been here for a while.

Yet he swore he could whip something up with what he could find.

You’d chuckled and agreed to let him try while you laid out and read magazines on the couch, admiring the bright red toenail polish on your toes and wiggling your feet lost in the moment...forgetting the moment.

Until a loud clatter of pans snapped you out of it.

You jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen to find Mingi on the floor holding his hand with a pained look on his face.

“Oh my god!” you ran over to him, crouching down and pulling his hand from being held to his chest to where you could see. “You’ve burned yourself.  Here…” you stood and started to pull him up by his good arm.

“I’ve got it y/n” he hissed.  Standing up on his own and turning the faucet on.

“It didn’t look too bad. It should feel better really soon” you tried to comfort him.  A pot of half boiled noodles and water was splattered all over the floor.

“Y/n I’m so sorry…” He muttered.

“It’s just pasta.” You shrugged.

That didn’t seem to be what he was talking about.  But he simply just said, “Yeah”

“Let me wrap your hand up at least.” You figured there had to be a first aid kit somewhere in the house.

He nodded and sighed, looking down at his hand and shaking his head.

You’d never seen him so out of sorts.  Though who wouldn’t be after what he said he saw.

You wondered how he could’ve burned his hand that badly on a pot that definitely had a long handle.

It hurt to think on that curiosity for too long.   You were pretty sure the answer was one you wouldn’t like hearing.  

There was some gauze in a bathroom closet thankfully, though not much it seemed enough to wrap his hand.

You walked back out to the kitchen to see it empty.  Peeking around the corner to where the living room was you saw Mingi sitting on the couch poking at his burn with his other hand.

“Leave that alone.” You snapped.  It startled him, yet when he saw you his face softened and his body seemed to relax into the couch.

“Sorry.” he muttered.

“Here.” You sat down next to him.  You didn’t mean to sit so close, but when you sat the couch seemed to slide you close to him, assisting your body’s efforts to be as near as possible to this man.  

The side of your leg was now completely pressed against his.  It didn’t seem to miss his attention either.  

When you looked at his face there was the softest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.  You almost involuntarily gulped at how undeniably sexy his expression was.  How completely enchanting sitting this close to him was…

“H-hand.” you mumbled, holding your own hand out.

You felt the soft fabric of his hoodie now brushing against your shoulder as he moved even closer putting his hand palm up in yours.

The burn looked a bit worse than it had earlier, but seemed like it would heal alright on its own.  You couldn’t risk taking him to a hospital anyways.

Slowly you took the roll of gauze and while gently holding his hand up you started to carefully wrap it around.

You almost zoned out into your task, making sure that you were doing it just right, diligently keeping your eyes on his hand.  Well...until you were almost done and your eyes accidentally wandered up from the burn in the center of his hand to his fingers.  It seemed to take your eyes longer than you realized to study them all the way up to the tip.  Maybe you were trying to picture the feeling…

You slowly shifted your gaze up to Mingi and realized that his eyes had been locked on your face this entire time.  He’d been studying you study his hands, his lips starting to quiver as he watched you purse yours in concentration.   It’d almost seemed that he’d found it attractive the way you had been so focused on taking care of him.

Now that you were face to face you were hit with a slight embarrassment for being so close.  His face being only inches from your own.

You started to pull back from him, but his lips quickly parted and he let out a small noise in protest.

Time seemed to still.  

Maybe it had.

Maybe you were being blessed with a few more seconds to linger on that cute pout on his face.

On the way his hair was still so messy from sleeping earlier.  On the way that despite the pain in both of your eyes, despite the hurt that you’d always carry from this day...you wanted nothing more in this moment than him.

Finally.

You leaned forward to him, finally pressing a soft kiss on to his lips.  His body completely tensed up in surprise.  He held both his hand away from you as if something horrible would happen if he touched you.

Quickly you pulled back, thinking you must’ve misread the moment.

“Oh.” You brought your hand to your lips and tugged at your lower one a bit embarrassed.

“y/n.” Mingi spoke in a pained tone.

Your eyes had dropped down to your lap and you didn’t quite feel like looking back up at him.

“y/n.” this time he whispered.  That time was for him, almost like your name would soothe whatever it was he was feeling in this moment.

You jumped when you felt his fingers on your face.  He had his good hand now gently tucked under your chin, coaxing your face over to look at him.

“I’m not a good person.  I’m no better than…” he seemed to plead this at you, then let go of your chin with a sigh.

It made no sense to you.  How could he think he was a bad person.  How could he even think to start to compare himself to Blue like that.

You shook your head.

“You could never be like him Mingi.  He *killed* people.” you shuddered. “I-” you paused. “I’m sorry I kissed you.  You’re going through a lot, we both are.”

His eyes suddenly widened and now both his hands were on your face.

“No!” he almost shouted. “Fuck.”

You were being held now close enough that you could just ever so slightly lean forward and brush your lips against his again.

“I shouldn’t do this.”  He whispered, you could feel the soft breath of his voice against your skin.  

You closed your eyes for a moment and felt a warm wave wash over you.  He was so perfect and beautiful, and he was hurting so badly.

You had no idea what was really going on inside of him.  If you did maybe you wouldn’t be doing this.  Maybe you would’ve agreed.  But, then again, when the morals were put aside, neither of you could deny that not only did you both want this but…

“Mingi please.  You have no idea how many years I’ve wanted you, and I know you want me too.” you finally felt the words you’d carried for a long time lift from your chest, they were a weight gone that you’d always thought you’d die with.

He froze again, processing likely.  His lips muttered something silently.  You figured he was thinking on how he also had been ready to die with the thoughts he’d kept of you.   Like you, he had probably decided that he would settle for the small glances and giggles, and the miniscule flirtatious exchanges that Blue had always seemed to let slide.

Neither of you had ever thought anything would come of this.

But, neither of you had ever wanted anything more.

It was Mingi’s turn to put his lips to yours.  

All the air in your body seemed to leave as he almost pounced on you, pressing your back to the couch and roughly hooking one of your legs around his waist.

You were swirling with the feelings of arousal and surprise.  You felt a throb between your legs.  Yes.  If you could have anything in the world it would be this.

It would be him.

The way his pillowy lips moved against yours contrasted so starkly in comparison to Blue’s sloppy uncontrolled kisses.  Mingi kissed you like he was tasting his favorite food, savouring each moment and letting you melt into his mouth.

You had a hand tangled in his hair, his scruffy orange locks gave you quite a good handful to grip onto and you pulled his head to the side, putting your lips to the soft skin of his neck and parting your lips to suck.

He growled out at the feeling and started to grind himself against you.  Through the thin fabric of his pants you could feel the throbbing length of his cock start to grow against your leg.

He continued to hump into you, pressing you into the couch as he did and moving himself so that you could grind yourself against his leg in return.

You gasped out almost instantly when you felt his muscular thighs press into you.  You began to reflexively roll your hips against him, hoping to find some relief to the now aching need growing.

When your lips had left his neck, they gifted him with a beautiful purple mark on his skin.   You smiled at your artwork and gave it a quick peck.  

Mingi chuckled and brought his lips back to yours, giving you some more perfectly placed kisses.

He then winced and let out a hiss.  He’d started to move his injured hand down to where your bodies were still moving against each other desperately.  In the heat of the moment he’d forgotten his injury.  Shaking his head at himself he bit his lower lip and moved himself so that he could get his good hand between your legs.

He pressed two fingers against the outside of your shorts and rubbed a few times, giving you a mischievous smile as he noticed your eyes start to roll back at his touch.

He walked his fingers up to the button of your shorts, not taking long with getting it undone and unzipping them in one firm pull.

Mingi leaned down and nipped at your lower lip causing you to squeak and giggle.  His eyes sparkled back down at you,

He then moved himself to the side to get his hand in a better position, have his fingers start to tickle and play at the hem of your panties.

You felt a warm shiver bring goosebumps to the top of your skin.  You smiled up at him in amazement at his affect on you.

He also didn’t miss the effect he was having as he started to slide his fingers below that line.

It felt like a lifetime of waiting.

This.

The thing that had made it worth pushing through those jobs.  That made you keep building and growing even after everything you’d been through in your life.  

Him.

The person who held your heart so tightly when he hadn’t even known it, his eyes that held so many captured memories of you.  

Whether it was letting his eyes linger too long on the way smoke would fall from your lips as you’d stand lookout smoking your second cigarette.  The first one was always on the way there for the nerves of getting to the job.  

You snapped back to the moment when Mingi’s finger pressed firmly on your clit and started to circle.

You moaned out a soft hum and let your head fall back into the couch.  

Mingi hummed back a pleasure filled soft groan in a response to your noises, and moved his finger down to gather some of the now dripping wetness from your entrance and bring it back up to your clit, swirling it around in circles coating you in your own wetness.

Your hips bucked up into his hand, but he pressed you back down firmly.

“Stay still baby.  Let me.” He ordered, his hand now flat and held heavy to keep you from moving. “Are you gonna stay still?” he started the ever so slightly wiggle his fingers.  The small movement causing you to want nothing more to jerk your hips up again, but you obeyed.  You wanted nothing more than to please him now that you finally had him.

“Yes!” You desperately gasped out.

Mingi’s eyes were wild and while there were pained memories behind them, in the front, in this moment was lust.  You could see glazed over and excited eyes hungrily scanning and making their way from where his hand was in your shorts, and where your lips parted as you moaned for him.  

He pushed you further and further towards the high he was taking you to.  Taking turns between dipping his fingers into your soaking hole and bringing them back up to flick over your clit at a relentless pace.

“I-I’m close.” You gasped out.

He dropped his forehead to yours, and gave you a few encouraging pecks on the cheek.

“Please.” he moaned, begging to feel you cum under his fingers.

You felt him pick up his pace, his fingers rubbing against you now just where you needed them.

You bit down on your lip and tossed your head back, moaning and uttering out a mix of swears and Mingi’s name.

“Damn…” He whispered, his fingers still on you, now just slowly sliding over your sensitive nub as you twitched under him.  He gradually slowed his pace until he was lifting his hand out from your shorts, letting you come down from your orgasm.

You felt pure bliss and happiness.  There was nothing in the world besides Song Mingi.

He was now standing up and lifting his hoodie quickly up over his head.

You’d actually never seen him shirtless.  You’d always wondered and imagined…

When his shirt would slip up occasionally and you’d catch a glimpse you swore you’d get so light headed you’d end up on the floor.

So this?  For him to be standing in front of you, taking his shirt off and almost presenting himself to you with a cocky smirk.

You were lucky you were already laying down.

He tossed his hoodie and the shirt under it off to the side, now standing in front of you in only his pants that  hung far too low on his hips.

His tongue darted out quickly to wet his lower lip.

“Yeah?” He looked down at himself then back up to you.

As if he needed to ask.  How could you not find him sexy.  Every inch of him he’d revealed seemed to be just as effortlessly sexy as the rest of him.  You wouldn’t have expected anything less, but that definitely didn’t stop it from taking your breath away.

“Fuck yes.” you nodded in approval, giving him an obvious look up and down.

“Yeah, I thought so.” he smiled as he hopped back on top of you on the couch.

He slipped his hand back into your pants for a moment and rubbed you a little more, collecting some of your wetness on his fingers and bringing it up to your lips.

“Open.” he whispered his command, his eyes were heavy lidded and almost in a trance now staring at your lips with unwavering attention.

You parted them just enough for him to push his two fingers inside.  He slid them on your tongue and you closed your lips tightly around them, flicking your tongue along as you took your lips from the base of his fingers up to the tip.

He took a sharp breath in that caught in his throat, and he moved his hips needily against you hoping to find some relief for his very apparent hardness pressed to your center now.

“I want you Mingi.  I’ve always wanted you.” You spoke as he sat back on his heels on the couch to pull your shorts and panties off.  He held one of your legs up after your clothes had been tossed aside and rested it on his shoulder.  

He pressed the gentlest kiss you’d ever felt right above your ankle, then trailed his lips all the way down your leg, making you shudder and tremble at every touch.

“Mingi…” you moaned out when his lips hovered near your still dripping lips between your legs.  He didn’t stay there though, he kept moving himself up, pulling up your shirt as he left more kisses on your skin.

Your stomach twitched, getting slightly ticklish at the feeling as he kissed near your sides.  

Pulling up the fabric of your shirt further left him now with another barrier still as he reached your bra.

His hands made a quick job of unhooking your bra and fully tossing the rest of your clothes aside.  His burn still wrapped but the pain apparently ignored and pushed aside by his want.

He excitedly breathed out a “There.” and dove his head down taking one of your nipples into his  mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck!” You hissed out, your hands shooting to his hair and holding him close to you.

“Sensitive nipples baby?” He pulled his mouth off you just slightly to speak.

“Mmm.” Was your only reply, and you tried to push his head back down onto you, needing to feel him more.  He delivered exactly what you wanted with a breathy chuckle, making your nipple back into his mouth, his good hand was on your other breast, now taking that nipple between two fingers and lightly pinching.

You yelped out and squirmed with pleasure under his touch.  

“Fuck me already Mingi!” you almost growled, grabbing his hair and pulling his head off of you and facing you.

You didn’t think you could take another second without feeling him inside of you.  

His hand left your tits and scurried to the hem of his pants at your order. His eyes were excited and surprised at your intensity, but he seemed to be extremely turned on by it, and started to comply with your request right away.

He seemed to sigh with relief as he pulled his pants down and let his cock spring free.  He took himself in his hand and moved a few shallow pumps around the base of his shaft before moving to position himself at your hole.

“I’ve imagined this so many times…” he whispered, pausing and moving the head of his cock up and down against you.  Your hips seemed to move up towards him on their own power, hearing that like you he’d imagined this moment over and over was music to your ears.

“Fuck me now Mingiiii” you whined out.

Finally he lowered his head to rest next to yours, burying himself in your neck and burying his cock fully into you in the same motion.

You gasped out at the sudden feeling.  

He didn’t wait long before moving.  Your walls clenched around him as he picked up his pace and your nails were scraping against his back before you knew it.

You hooked both of your legs around his waist giving him a position to move deeper inside of you.  He took what you gave him and started to pound into you at a pace that had you unable to hold back your moans, they had now turned almost to screams of pleasure.

Mingi made his own beautiful noises, grunts and groans that you’d be committing to memory forever.

You wished that this moment could last forever..

But, as he started to roll his hips into you now at the most desperate and careless pace so far, you knew he was close to his finish.

“y/n…” he whined out needily before biting down on your shoulder and thrusting himself into a few more rough times.

You could feel the warmness of his cum filling you up as he stilled.  He gasped out a soft “F-fuck” as his cock twitched and emptied every last drop that you were milking out of him, slowly moving your hips while he reveled in the moment of his orgasm.

He pulled out of you and rolled to his side next to you, clutching you tightly and bringing you to his chest.  His eyes shut and he was muttering something too quiet to hear against the top of your head.

He looked so peaceful, and happy, like a man who’d never been touched by all the cruel things that this world had to offer.   Like a Mingi that you wished could stay with you for the rest of your life.

Like the Mingi you wished that he really was.

The second cigarette was while you stood waiting, it was for the nerves of Mingi’s safety.

Every time that goofy smiling man went into one of the buildings your crew was told to show at, you feared for his life.

You’d never asked him or Blue why they got onto Crimson Rexcruit.  It was sort of customary not to ask.  They’d never asked you why you joined.

You wouldn’t have minded if they did.  It was pretty simple for you.  You wanted money, and you didn’t really have many skills, but you craved shiny things.

Blue seemed to fall into the same boat as you, he loved all of the flashy and pretty things that came with the money crime brought in, and all of his talents aligned well with this line of work.

Mingi though you never understood.  

Why would such a sweet, well mannered and kind person take up a life of stealing and...whatever else it was he did that you didn’t want to think about when he went into jobs.

You didn’t like to watch in on him, keeping your eyes to the outside, making sure you could tip the crew off if things seemed off or cops were on their way.

That didn’t mean you weren’t curious, curious about the man that Mingi turned into that would get him to force a cashier to hand over their entire store’s safe.

Did he scream? You’d never heard him scream…

Not before today that was.

Did he threaten them?

Did he always bring that gun…

“Mingi?” you asked softly to the man nuzzling his head against you.  You reached out to play with a few strands of his hair.

“Yes?” he mumbled into you.

*Ask him why he brought the gun…*

“Where do you think Blue is…”

Mingi’s body tensed up, he stopped nuzzling against you.

“I-” he bit down hard on his lower lip and shut his eyes. “Can’t we just have this moment?”

*of course we can.  Please let's stop this and just have this moment*

“No...I need to know Mingi.” your voice spoke.

He slowly sat up, pulling himself back into his pants.  You sat up with him, tugging a knit blanket that was hanging from the back of the couch and wrapping yourself in it.  It was itchy against your skin, but you’d shivered the moment Mingi’s touch left you.

“Y/n…” His hands were balled into tight fists, you were scared he might break a finger.

*Tell him it's okay.  Tell him he doesn’t need to worry about this right now.*

“Please Mingi, tell me what happened...all of it.” your voice spoke sternly.

Mingi’s head snapped right to you, and he let the words just fly out.

“I shot him.  He’s dead, I shot him.” his tone was emotionless but his hands were shaking so hard…

*reach out and grab him*

“You...what…” your voice was wavering now.

“I went to grab the gun from him after he shot the two men...I- it happened so fast...we were both screaming...I was telling him to give it to me and somehow we got on the ground…” now he was falling apart, choking on every word. “He had the gun pointed to my fucking head.  He had his finger on the fucking trigger and he said ‘They told me I could kill all of you and walk out of here, you owe me your life asshole’ he screamed it and...I wasn’t even thinking.” He buried his hands in his hair and tugged down hard. “Damnit.” he muttered “I turned it on him, then I grabbed it and fucking turned it on him...and just...shot…”

You were like a statue in place, your blood might have even stopped flowing, your heart definitely stopped beating.

That...didn’t sound like Mingi.

Mingi would’ve thrown away the gun.

“Wh-” You trembled, not able to bring out anything more.

“You don’t understand what it's like when you’re in there y/n.” he sucked in a wavering breath, trying to collect himself but speaking in a raspy voice. “It’s like you’re in survival mode...things in your brain work a bit differently...um” he shook his head, “that's not an excuse.  Fuck. Fuck” Mingi grabbed a television remote from the table next to him and threw it at the wall angrily, it hit and split into a few pieces, the batteries flying across the other side of the room.

‘ *Hold him. Please.  Let me reach out and hold him* ‘

“I can’t even look at you…” your voice muttered.

‘ *no…let me look at him a little longer* ‘

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick…” your voice spoke again.

Everything was spinning and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at anything but your hands in your lap.

‘ *not yet, not yet,* ‘

“Y/n. I’m so...fucking sorry.  Dammit he was my best friend. How do you think I feel?” his broken voice rang in your ears, yet you still didn’t look up at him.

A loud clock started to tick in your ears, it thumped louder than your heart was beating in your chest.

‘ *not yet, please not yet,* ‘

If you could do anything to turn back time…

To change things, to make this moment anything but what it was…

‘ *Tell him you love him.* ‘

Louder than everything you’d heard today was the knock on the door, and the voice that yelled out.

“Police! Open up! You’re surrounded!”

You turned to face Mingi in horror, watching as he snapped into action running to the kitchen and grabbing the gun from the drawer he’d stashed it in.

“Mingi wait you don’t have to-” You gasped out, grabbing his arm as he rushed frantically back into the living room with you.

He looked crazed, an opposite man to the one cuddled to your side only moments ago.

*Ask him why he brought the gun*

He nervously fumbled with the safety on the gun and then turned to you.

“Get the fuck in the other room.” He was serious and stern, his eyes were pleading.

‘*Let me stay with him. Please. Please.*’

The voice outside the door yelled out again.

“We’re coming in!” It boomed out in warning.

“I said GO!” Mingi screamed, his whole body shaking with the force of his words.

There was a crash of something hitting the front door.

You had your eyes on Mingi, and he had his wide nervous eyes on the door as he raised his gun, held it out in front of him towards where the noise had come from.

And time stood still.

The world went quiet. All except for a sob that ripped through your throat as you fell to your knees.

“PLEASE!” you screamed out.  Finally the voice that had been in your head begging to be let out was speaking.  “Mingi I love you!”

He was still frozen, holding the gun out in front of him.  In front of him the door was hung in mid air, it had been busted through by the police and you could see the start of a leg that had begun to push its way into the house before everything stopped.

“Let me tell him I love him.” your hands were pressed to the floor grasping at nothing as you sobbed.

A voice echoed in the room.

“You know we can only let you do things that were in your memories.”

“I know...but can’t we try?” you pleaded, staring at the ceiling, not quite sure where to direct your attention.

“No,  It's impossible.” it spoke in monotone.

You took one last look at the beautiful troubled man in front of you, studying every last image, photographing his eyes, his lips, his hands, even though they were clutching that gun.

The gun that you will never even at your dying breath be able to figure out why he had on him that day.

You’d hoped to also find a bit of clarity here for that.

But, like it had been all your life, it would stay a mystery to you.

It seemed like you’d only blinked and you were back in a blindingly white room.  

The beeping of monitors clicked everywhere around you.

“Hello y/n.  Welcome back.” The voice from inside the room spoke to you.  It belonged to a man in a white coat who stood over you now.  

He reached down to your arm and started to check the chords and tubes you were hooked up to.

Your arm…

You looked down to see the wrinkled and aged skin that had seen many many years after that day, but had never forgotten what it felt like to touch Mingi.

Mingi had died that day, almost seconds after that last moment you saw him. The police had seen the gun in his hands and there was no hesitation.

You had cowered on the ground beside him, holding him as long as you could.. It had taken two officers to pull you off of his body.

“I’m sorry that It didn’t get to be everything you wanted…” The doctor spoke, his hand hovering over a blue button.  “Are you still ready?”

Was it everything you wanted?

No...not quite.

But life never really was.  That didn’t make the good parts any less enjoyable.

“Yes. I’m ready.  I got to see his face one last time.”

The doctor nodded, “You’ve had a hell of a life y/n.”

You felt a warm smile grow on your face and you shut your eyes, relaxing back into your bed.

Mingi’s body melting smile flashed one last time in your mind.

“Yeah, I really have.”

[bts-reveries]

waste it on me | part 23

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You felt somewhat awkward sitting next to Jungkook. Everything went well the other night but you can’t help feeling like he just did that because he wanted to give you one last memory of him before you never see him again. But I guess you can’t beat fate. Or Jin. Maybe you should thank him? For playing as fate and bringing you and Jungkook together again. 

The flight time was just over an hour, maybe you can just sleep the whole time to avoid any awkward tension between you two. You wiggle in your seat, trying to be comfortable. Slowly, you close your eyes.

A minute or so passed when you heard Jungkook’s surprised voice. “Oh! You’re going to sleep, didn’t you just wake up not too long ago?” You pop open one eye, side eyeing him. 

“I’m just excited for the proposal,” you whisper, “sleeping will help pass time much faster.” Again, you close your eyes.

“But talking to each other will help time fly by faster, don’t you think?” You let out a sigh.

“Jungkook didn’t we say everything we needed to say the day you were supposed to leave?”

Jungkook frowns at your response. “Why do you seem so mad at me, didn’t we have a good time that day?” He says in a pout. 

“Nothing, I’m just sleepy,” you say, shutting your eyes tighter. Jungkook scoffs.

“Liar,” he mumbles underneath his breath. Suddenly, you open both eyes, turning to him quickly.

“I heard that,” you tell him, he smiles at you instead. An annoying smile.

“Good, so you’re awake then.” You groan, dropping your head in your seat. “Yn,” Jungkook starts. “I know you were waiting for me to ask you out that night.” You turn in your seat, facing the window of the plane.

“If you knew, then why didn’t you..”

“I wanted to ask my mom for advice first. I was going to ask you on my last day, but since we canceled the flight for this trip and my days with you are extended, plan B was to ask you in an extra special way since we’ll be in Jeju. But… I guess I have to cancel that too since I’m telling you everything before we even get there,” he answers with a sigh. You turn around to face him. 

“I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear anything you just said,” you tell him, making him laugh. 

“Alright. But stop being all pouty and just talk to meee~” He whines, grabbing hold of your hand. Sighing, you finally gave in.

“Fine, I’ll stay awake for you,” you say, intertwining your hand with his. 

***

“How long have they been in there?” Jimin whispers. The eight of you were hiding behind a bush and some trees outside the Airbnb that you ten will be staying at. Waiting for Jin’s cue. The plan was that they’ll be going in first to drop off their things, freshen up, and get ready for the beach. Once they leave for the beach, he’ll “accidentally” drop the key. Then the group can go ahead and go in and get ready themselves. 

“It’s been like.. 10 minutes?” Hobi whispers. 

“They better hurry because I reeeaallllyyy gotta pee,” Taehyung whines, crossing his leg as he holds onto the tree. 

“Just pee on the tree,” Jungkook whispers. You and Miya both look at him with a disgusted expression. “Nevermind, dumb idea.”

About 10 more minutes have passed when they hear footsteps drawing near. Taehyung was sitting on the floor with his head in his knees, trying to concentrate. Still not having the chance to use the restroom. 

“I think they’re coming,'' Yoongi says, crouching down. Everyone dropped to the floor as they saw Jin step out of the door. He makes eye contact with one of you, winking before Miyeon comes out of the house. 

“Ahh~ I’m so excited. I can’t believe this is the first time we’re having a picnic date at the beach. All alone, just the two of us,” Miyeon smiles, tippy toeing to kiss Jin’s cheek. Jin smiles at her, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her away from the door. Dropping the keys at the same time. 

*cling!* 

Jin’s eyes widened a bit as he heard the keys drop. Knowing for sure that Miyeon heard it too.

“AcCHOO!” Jin yells in an attempt to mask the sound of the keys.

“Oh-- are you okay?” Miyeon asks, stopping to make sure Jin was okay.

“No no no, let’s keep walking, I’m fine,” Jin says, pushing Miyeon slightly to walk a bit faster. She furrows her brows at him, but ignores his weird act instead. She was starving and she couldn’t wait to feel the sand in her toes.

As soon as they got in the rental car, Taehyung got up faster than lightning, picking up the keys from the floor on the way. He fiddles with the keys in the lock. 

“AISH,” he yells in frustration.

“Hey stupid. If you were paying any attention, you would’ve noticed that hyung didn’t even lock the door,” Namjoon says, twisting the door knob and pushing it open. Taehyung didn’t have time to argue back, he immediately ran to find the bathroom. 

“Alright, let’s get ready so that we can stalk the beautiful couple!!” you scream as you run to an empty room.

“Wow, there’s a lot of rooms,” Miya says. “How can my sister not be suspicious of this?” She says sarcastically as she walks down a hallway full of doors.

***

“That’s them,” you whisper, zooming into the couple with your camera. You were pretty far from them, so there’s no way Miyeon could’ve seen you. You felt like a creep, as you took pictures of them from afar. 

“Are you getting good shots of them?” You say into the mic of your earphones. You were on a call with Jungkook and Taehyung. The three of you being the camera crew for this proposal.

“Yes, Jin hyung just did the signal,” Taehyung says. He was closer to them, hiding under a large umbrella. Jin’s signal was putting a flower in Miyeon’s hair. This meant he was about to do the actual proposing part of the proposal. 

You and Jungkook were on opposite sides but you two began to get closer. Jungkook was taking videos and you were taking photos. Taehyung was doing both. 

Jin sighs, reaching out for Miyeon’s hands. The two have been sitting and eating, chatting the day away on this beach for a few hours. Jin wanted to propose at sunset. In the meantime, the rest of the group just ate and talked, doing little things to make the time fly by a little faster. The group may have waited a few hours, but Miyeon has been waiting for over 10 years. It was finally time. 

“Remember in high school, our first anniversary, we already planned our whole future. What to name our kids, where we’ll live, where we’ll get married, where you wanted to get engaged..” He started. You could see the exact moment when Miyeon realized where this was leading. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Our first anniversary you said you wanted to get proposed to in Jeju because it was your favorite place to go with your family. Our third anniversary you said you wanted to be proposed to in private, where it was just us and no one around. Our fifth anniversary you said a picnic date would be a cute way to have a private proposal. Then on our tenth you said, I changed my mind. The beach during sunset sounds better. Then three days ago, when we had our early anniversary date, you said, you know what, screw everything I said before. I don’t care where you propose as long as you’re the one doing the proposing. After all these years, it was set in stone that I was the one you wanted to marry,” Jin says, he smiles at Miyeon, a single tear falling down his eye. Miyeon was already crying too, she giggled as she brought her hand up to wipe away the tears. You couldn’t hear them from where you were taking the pictures but you were already tearing up. Your view of the couple through your camera lens was starting to look blurry from your unshed tears.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long, but before we promise for forever, I wanted to make sure you can handle me for as long as you already have,” Jin laughs. “We watched each other grow up, I’ve seen you at your worst and at your best, through thick and thin, and you were there for mine. Our families are so close with each other that at times I feel like we’re already married. It’s just that we don’t go back home to the same place.” Jin takes a shaky breath, getting up on one knee, he takes out a small box from his pocket. “I literally have been waiting to do this all my life, and I know you have too. Hwang Miyeon, I love you with all I am. Will you marry me?”

Miyeon didn’t have to say anything. She just smashed her lips against Jin’s. 

“Was that a yes?” Jin asks when she pulls away. Miyeon laughs, more tears falling down her face.

“Are you an idiot?”

“I need you to say it though, or else I’m not taking this ring out of the box and I can return it if you don’t say yes.” Jin jokes, looking down at the ring.

“Yes yes yes! yES, I say yes,” Miyeon says quickly, throwing Jin into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Shut up,” Miyeon says, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t make me wait any longer,” she jokes. Jin stops laughing and quickly takes the ring out of the box to place it on her ring finger. 

“Sorry, it’s my first time proposing,” Jin says, rubbing his thumb over the ring.

“I can’t believe you remember everything I wanted for this proposal,” Miyeon says as she admires her ring. 

“Of course. I also remember you saying how you wanted it private but you wanted your friends and family to be there,” Jin says. Miyeon’s eyes widens.

“You’re kidding.” As if on cue, Miya starts running out of nowhere and to the couple’s picnic blanket. The rest of the boys followed behind her. Miyeon suddenly starts crying even more. Out of happiness of course. 

Everyone congratulated the newly engaged couple. Everyone that they loved was there for them. 

“Babe look,” Jin pointed. Two older couples were walking towards them with open arms.

“Mom! Dad!” Miyeon yells, getting up to run to her parents.

“When did you--” Miya starts, turning to her future brother-in-law before getting up to run to her parents as well.

“Ahhh, my sons,” Mrs. Kim says as she is greeted by her three sons who went up to hug her and their dad. 

You and the four boys stood together and watched, before they turned to hug you as well. The couple introduced the new boys.

“This is Yn’s boyfriend,” Jin says as he introduces Jungkook to both of their parents. Your eyes widened and Jin notices. “No?” He says in confusion, but you knew that he was doing it on purpose.

“Old friends,” You correct. 

“Almost boyfriend,” Jungkook says after. Miyeon and Miya’s mom’s eyebrows rise at Jungkook’s words. She nods in approval, making you blush. 

“I guess love is in the air today isn’t it?” Mrs. Kim says. 

“Ugh, someone get the disinfectant spray,” Namjoon comments, getting a smack from his mom. 

“Shall we go celebrate now?” Jimin says with a smile. “Hyung promised food afterwards,” he says, pointing to Jin. 

“I apologize for this one,” Hobi says awkwardly. “He’s always hungry.” 

“No he’s right, it is time to celebrate,” Jin says, looking towards his fiancée, holding Miyeon’s hand up to his lips. 

“Alright, let’s go then,” Jimin says, already walking off. 

“Follow the little guy,” Namjoon says, walking right behind Jimin. Everyone else followed after him, you and Jungkook being the last ones.

“So when are you going to ask me?” You say to Jungkook with a smirk. He laughs at your question.

“Let’s talk about it after we get some food. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow, who knows?” With that he runs ahead to Yoongi. Leaving you alone in the sand. 

“Y-yah! Jeon Jungkook! You made me wait for 10 years and you’re making me wait another day?” 

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☞part 23: love is in the air☜

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Hi, I'm better right now after reading what you wrote with Jinwoo it was extremely cute 😭, I feel so grateful for that. I'm sorry because my feedbacks are always the same :v. Actually I was going to ask you if you were going to write for Verivery because you are always recommending their songs, I'm glad you're going to, Yeonho made me soft for him too just look at his smile. Can I request something with Kangmin? He's everything to me (actually him and Hongseok but that's not the point lol)~🐼

i’m so glad that you’re better now <3 i always love and appreciate your feedback so much !! i know right, it’s about time i write for them LOL - hehe i love Yeonho’s teeth and smile so much uwu,,, aLSo i hope you enjoy this, it turned out a lil long hehe - Kangmin is such a cutie

Amusement Park with Kangmin

Warnings: mentions of food, high places/rollercoaster rides (when you see a dash, that indicates where high places/rollercoaster rides are mentioned. You can skip ahead to the next dash so you won’t have to read anything that scares you!)

Pairing: Boyfriend!Kangmin x reader

Summary: Kangmin hates high places so the two of you go to an amusement park to help him face his fears

It was a spring day, the kind where the sun is out, the sky is blue, but it’s still chilly enough to make you want to snuggle into a sweater. The good but kind of bad weather perfectly described Kangmin’s and your emotions - excitement and fear. 

As you walked towards the gates of the huge park, you wondered why Kangmin wasn’t beside you anymore. When you turned around, you found him frozen in place, his mouth wide open as he stared at the tallest ride in the park. Laughing to yourself, you ran up to him and tightly held his hand.

“We don’t have to ride anything that big, okay?” you told him, snapping him out of his daze. He gave you a worried smile as the two of you continued towards the front gates.

Once you got in, Kangmin was oddly quiet and fidgeting with your hand as he held it in his.

“Which ride shall we go on first?!” you asked excitedly, jumping up.

“Can we go on a Merry-Go-Round?” he asked, giving you a small smile.

You pouted. “Come onnn, I know I said we should start small, but not that small.”

You scanned the map that you had been given at the entrance, looking for a ride that wasn’t extremely scary, but not something very small either. When you found it, you turned the map to Kangmin and pointed at it with your finger.

“How about this one? It isn’t so bad!” you said. Kangmin let out a shaky ‘ahhhh’ making you chuckle.

You squeezed his hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You can do it Kangmin! I’ll be with you, right next to you for every second of it.”

Kangmin looked down with a smile, feeling a tingling on his cheek - the ghost of your lips.

As you walked towards the ride which was not far from the entrance, you tried to keep a conversation with Kangmin so he wouldn’t feel too scared. He still gave very quiet responses and kept spacing out, but as you waited in the line for the ride, you gave him a tight back hug and continuously whispered ‘you can do it!’ in his ear. It made him laugh, but you could tell he was still scared.

-

You were at the front of the line and would be the next people to get on. Kangmin stretched out his neck to take a look at the ride. Suddenly, he gasped and squeezed your hand.

“This ride has loops? It goes upside down and you never told me?” he exclaimed. You bit your lip, hoping he wouldn’t get too angry. You thought since he didn’t ask, it wouldn’t hurt to not tell him. But clearly, it was worrying him.

“Don’t worry!” you told him, trying to cheer him up. “We’ll pass through it really quickly.”

But Kangmin still sighed, drawing his eyebrows together worriedly.

When you got on the ride, you made sure to sit right in the middle and not in the front or back - those spots were for the elite rollercoaster lovers. Kangmin was sitting to your right, and his hands were shaking as he tried to close the belt on the ride.

When the guard came down against your chest, Kangmin hurriedly reached for your hand.

“[y/n], I can’t do this!” he said, loudly.

“Yes you can! We’re doing this together!” you reassured him. When the ride started to move, you heard Kangmin let out a yelp. You were holding onto his hand tightly, squeezing it and rubbing it to help him calm down.

Slowly, the ride began to make its way up the incline and Kangmin was whining.

“This is gonna be fun! This is gonna be fun!” you yelled, but you couldn’t lie, you were also feeling a little nervous.

Kangmin started to scream and squeeze your hand as the rollercoaster rushed downwards. You also screamed, allowing the adrenaline and butterflies that were coursing through you to escape. 

It ended so quickly since it was a short ride with only two drops and two loops, but Kangmin was still breathless by the time it ended.

-

“How was it?” you asked him.

“Terrible but fun,” he spluttered, making you laugh.

When the two of you got off, you gave Kangmin a tight hug. You were proud of him for facing his fears, even if the rollercoaster wasn’t the tallest one.

Walking back out to the park with your hand swinging in his, Kangmin was beaming from ear to ear.

“I did it. I can’t believe I actually did it!” he said excitedly.

“Yes you did,” you said, ruffling his soft hair. “Should we go on the Merry-Go-Round now?”

Kangmin crossed his arms and stood up straight. “No. That ride is too small for me. I think we need to go on that one,” he said, pointing to the tallest ride on his right.

“Are you sure about that?” you asked, making him laugh and shake his head.

“Definitely not. Let’s go to the Merry-Go-Rouuuund!” Kangmin said, suddenly starting to run and dragging you with him.

You were happy to see him more relaxed and cheerful.

The Merry-Go-Round was beautiful and a lot bigger than any you’d ever seen before. It was pink with white and gold patterns drawn all over it. The horses were of the same three colours too.

“I want to go on this one!” Kangmin said, pointing to the tallest horse. You went to sit on the one next to his, but he stopped you.

“I want you to sit with meee,” he whined. He explained how he was strong now that he had went on a scary ride, so he should sit in front and you should sit behind him. He was acting like such a kid, but you didn’t mind it because of how cute he was.

So you sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his stomach. You rested your head on his back and looked to the right, where you could see the rest of the park. As you watched all the people that were walking around, some tired and some excited, you felt Kangmin’s hand on top of yours. He was holding the pole with one hand and holding your hand, which was on his stomach, with his other hand.

“Isn’t it dangerous to only hold the horse with one hand?” you asked him jokingly.

“No. I’m strong, so I can do this,” he said, laughing at how obnoxious he sounded.

When the ride finally started to move, you and Kangmin both shrieked and laughed. The two of you pointed out rides that you wanted to go on next and admired the green trees that were scattered around the park.

With your chin resting now on his shoulder, you stared at Kangmin’s soft cheek. It was right next to your face, so you only realized that you had kissed it when Kangmin’s face turned red and he looked down.

He always looked down when he was shy, and you found it cute. Since the two of you had just started dating, he was still shy whenever you kissed him. It made you feel warm and you’d always feel butterflies in your stomach.

When the Merry-Go-Round came to a stop, the two of you went on a couple more rides before deciding to eat something. When you finally sat down with your food, Kangmin told you how glad he was that he came here with you.

“I’m still scared of heights, but it was kind of fun and maybe one day I won’t be scared of heights anymore?” he said, in-between mouthfuls. You noticed that he had sauce smudged on his cheek, so you grabbed a napkin to wipe it off. Somehow, even that made the poor boy shy, and he looked down as you wiped it off.

“Kangmin,” you said, and he replied with a hum. “Do you feel nervous around me?” you asked him cautiously, not wanting to upset him.

He looked up with his big eyes, making you melt right there in your seat.

“No... No it’s just... You’re so beautiful and every time you get close to me, my heart races and I can’t help it...” he mumbled.

“You’re so cute, Kangmin,” you told him, continuing to eat. “And I like you a lot.”

Your words caused the boy to blush further. 

“Why are you doing this to me!” he said suddenly, covering his mouth when he realized how loud he was.

After going on a few more rides, it was getting dark, so the two of you decided to go on one more ride - a Ferris Wheel.

-

Kangmin was feeling a bit nervous again, but he told you that he would just look at you throughout the ride so he wouldn’t feel too scared.

The Ferris Wheel wasn’t anything huge like the London Eye. It was in the kids’ area, but it still made Kangmin feel a little scared, so you held his hand tightly as you got on. The small space only had room for four people to squeeze in at maximum, so you sat across from Kangmin.

As the ride went up for the first time, you admired the view from above. All of the lights were on and everything looked so pretty. Kangmin was nervously tapping his feet in front of you, so you leaned forward in your seat and held his hands.

“Kangmin, you’re okay, right?” you asked him.

“I’m alright, I just kind of want to get off,” he croaked.

“I know it’s scary, but hold my hand and just admire the view for a second,” you said, trying to encourage him. He squeezed your hand and scanned the view before returning to his original position and nervously tapping his feet again.

You suddenly got an idea. As you reached the top of the Ferris Wheel for the second time, you moved closer to the nervous boy in front of you. He avoided your gaze, staring into the distance behind you, but when you cupped the sides of his face, he was forced to look at you.

-

“Wha-” he started, but you cut him off by pressing your lips to his for the very first time. It caught Kangmin off-guard, but he closed his eyes. His lips were cold from the chilly, night air, but somehow it felt refreshing. When you pulled away, his fingers shakily touched his lips. You’d never seen him this red before, and it made you blush a little.

When you got off the ride and headed towards the gates to leave, you asked Kangmin what he thought of the Ferris Wheel.

“It was scary but...” he trailed off, remembering your first kiss that happened only a few minutes ago.

You held his hand and tightly squeezed it as you reached the gates, leaving the amusement park. Hopefully, you would be able to come back again soon.

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Shattering Morality (oneshot)

Summary: In order to keep up productivity, Logan needs to put Patton into his place once more. The moral side knows it has to be done but it hurts when he feels the rejection, hears the hostile tone and cold words Logan uses. But as always,he can rely on his best friend to make it go away. Just this time, Virgil is using extra awkward methods to make him feel better. Too bad Morality starts finding a bunch of comfort in this dangerous Tags: U!logan, u!Virgil, u!sides!, abuse, emotional/verbal abuse, manipulation, false friends, encouraged self harm, isolation, emotional dependence, internalised self-deprecation, feelings of uselessness, cutting/self harm, blood, encouraging self-harming behaviour, persuasion, helplessness, self-blaming, twisted friendship, force, bruises, idealised self-harm, addiction, repression (own feelings, needs)(if there are any other things you would like me to tag, please please do so. I am open for suggestions and warnings! I want you to be safe so please do not proceed in case you recognise any potentially triggering content)Basically: this is a lot of Patton angst. ao3: *click me*

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Patton let out a shaky breath. It should not bother him so much. It should not eat away at him like this. Still, the feeling of dissolving from the inside, his heart slowly sizzling and hissing in pain, was there and left Patton to suffer in silence. Surely, he had promised to not keep all the bad feelings inside of him. Bottling up was bad. The idea of bottling up feelings sounded like fun. He could try to make happy feelings into bubbles and put them into bottles so he could send a feeling in a bottle to his beloved friends! He adored them and wanted them to know that they always had a piece of his heart with them. His lips flinched a bit, the corners of his mouth quickly shooting upwards before they immediately sunk into the neutral line. His body tried to smile. The moral side was used to smiling it all away but even his random happy thoughts just did not cut it anymore. Hah, cut. Like pie. Aw, it would be su-PIE to have some sweets at the moment. A little giggled tickled his throat but it faded as quick as it appeared within him. He was already steering towards the kitchen to go and get something to eat or maybe make a p- No. No, he should not! Logan told him to stop eating whenever he felt bad because it was bad for Thomas’ health... He was right but he still wanted to. Instead, he got a glass of water and drank. Adult things. Hydration was important and someone had to think of it so Thomas would not forget about it. Logan reminded them a lot and maybe .. maybe if he just did that instead, Logan would be happy with him and let him talk more during meetings and videos. Patton fidgeted with the cup in his hands instead of putting it into the dishwasher. Something... something.. His mind was working on something but he did not know what it was. It felt like a vague idea, a picture rather than words. Sometimes he thought in pictures, sometimes in words or both. But right now, he seemed to think in feelings. But his mind did not give him any understanding of the foul feeling within him. It was like his heart was a glass bowl with a fish in it. Like in The Fairly OddParents! But he did not have funny Cosmo and Wanda in his chest. Instead, there were dark creatures that flinched and sprinted without warning. Whenver he came close to getting a grip on these vaguely greyish emotions, they suddenly bounced away from him. Fishes had a tendency to move suddenly and rest a bit or slow down immensely. They were funky creatures and he did not know much about them. Even if he could actually manage to catch one, it would just glide out of his hands. They had tiny gills and were wet and almost slimy. These tiny creatures were impossible to catch. Not only that, the chance of him feeling them for a start was hard. The water in his glass bowl was not transparent like water. It was soiled by multiple layers of colours that reminded him of oil you needed for cars. Deep and dark in colour. Just.. unpleasant. He did not enjoy any of these thoughts. Maybe it would be easier if he just set his feelings aside for a moment. His fingers rubbed against the smooth surface of the glass cup in his hands. The moral side stared at it for a bit longer before finally putting it into the machine and closing it at last. Yeah, adult things. He was doing well. He was being a very good adult by trying to move on, keep going, to be productive instead of dwelling on all these feelings. Logan would be proud! Maybe he could tell him later after he had calmed down. For now, he thought that talking to Virgil and seeking refugee in his arms was probably the best thing to do. Then he would not be in the way of Logan and his plan to make Thomas more efficient and productive in general. Morality was doing great! The logical side had recently given him a compliment for keeping away so much. Thomas had started working more instead of hanging out with friends as he usually did. It pleased the planning part of Thomas’ personality. Well, if Patton staying in his room a lot more helped them all then he would gladly do that. He did not mind. His feet stepped forward. Patton knew the way to Virgil’s room blindly. He knew Logan wanted silence because he was working alone with Thomas - he had told Patton to get out of his way and play or whatever... yeah, the adults were talking so he should better stay away. He nearly tripped. A hand extended to support his stand by pushing against a nearby wall. He was so close to Virgil’s room. If it was for him only, he would just sink out and appear but Virgil did not like that and making him anxious made him upset and would affect Thomas. Again, Logan would be mad... So he could not do that. Patton took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It was shaky, intense. One would think he was used to his chest stinging so much by now but even at this moment he could not help but stop to suck in breath after breath, each deeper than the other. He was not a fish so he had to breathe. When he hurt a lot, he needed to breathe a lot, Virgil had told him. After some time, the pain would get less, usually. ...Often, it did but not always. It made the stinging a lot less worse! Still, it did not change the fact that he leaned against the wall once more, eyes closed and squinting wrinkles into his facial skin. He looked like a pug but not as adorable. ...aw... he wanted to cuddle a dog now.. dogs would never let him feel a lot of pain. It was okay. Logan only wanted to help him and Thomas! It was okay if it cut back on Patton’s appearances every now and then.... or.. well, always. But hey! It was for the sake of their beloved Thomas and his productivity! After all, it was logical. Patton was the one to obstruct him with all these feelings and that made Logan’s work really hard. Even Virgil seemed more relaxed with Patton more in his or his own room. Patton held his heart and rubbed his fingers against his skin, softly massaging into the pain. He could barely tell whether it made it worse or better but it gave him something to do. One deeper breath in. Mmmm. And a whole shaky breath out. Yes, yes. His lungs danced under his ribcage and his fingers worked the magic of drumming against his skin and lessen the stabbing sensation in his heart. When he thought about it, the agony seemed like a much heavier sensation than before but he quickly reprimanded himself. How could he be so thoughtless to just think about his feelings? Logan said to ignore it. He had to ignore it. It distracted Thomas! “Hahh”, Patton panted out. The pain was fading away, nearly gone. Like a snake, it was slowly sliding away, only a bit of tail trailing after the head. Almost gone. Patton continued breathing like the great adult he was. Four.... Seven.. Eight. He had the pattON memorised. It was oddly comforting. Not just the breathing but also the counting in his head were nice.. they made the hurt go away, they blew down the steam of his boiling pot of feelings with all these dying and screaming fishes inside. The moral side slowly let his hand slide towards the ground, his palm lifting itself from the stability first. Eventually, his fingers joined and even their tips’ soft pads broke contact with the concrete. Virgil. Yes, he wanted to go to Virgil and just hug it out and listen to these really funny songs his soft friend would play for him and giggle and jump around. The anxious side was not lazy at all with how much he bounced around his room in rhythm to the loud music he often jammed to. Ah, kids these days. He loved him, no matter what. Even as a teenager, he loved Virgil and all the other light sides. Foot steps could be heard as he finally set himself into motion again. At last, he made it over to Virgil’s room. As polite as always, Patton made sure to knock first. Two times. Then he waited for a while. “Virgil, it is meee~  It is me, mangorality!” He could hear a snort before the door opened and Virgil stood before him, just a bit taller than Patton himself. “Patton! Come in!” The emo stepped aside and Patton took the hint to come inside and look around. As always, he took a moment to appreciate the interior. Virgil did change his interior a slight bit every time the season changed a bit or something special came up. Halloween was a special thing. The room always had some spider webs. There were dark curtains, band and film posters. Patton had made him a drawing based on the Disney film liked so much - Black Cauldron, he one without all the singing. It was on his nightstand in a little framed photo. He did not have to check, he knew it was there. He could feel it, could rely on it. Virgil cherished their friendship. Whenever Morality came into his room, he could feel the slight tickles of anxiety intensifying his emotions but at the same time, he would have Virgil and his comforting, calm energy around. It was nice. It was pearls running over his chest, slowly trailing down and combining to a weight on him that just felt like a warm hand on his heart. “What up, popsicle?” The guest fell into a tirade of giggles and carefully shifted closer to Virgil. His favourite Kylo friend did not budge away at all but laid an arm around him. He was pulled in and immediately snuggled closer to the signature warmth of a black-hooded cuddle buddy. The shadowy fishes in his heart seemed to be outshone by the warmth and light Virgil sparked within Patton with the simple mutuality of some physical contact. It was not even skin-to-skin. Still, he was melting. “Ah, you know.. We worked on some ideas together! Thomas asked for help and Logan was there too but Thomas said we headbutt again and then Logan ..” Patton sighed. “Logan made me leave because I made Thomas unproductive again.” His voice dropped and so did his body. It sagged against Virgil with heaviness and made the anxious side tug the fatherly man over to his bed. It was this time of the day again. The atmosphere of the room seemed to change. The layers of darkness were gone in Patton’s fishy heart but they now haunted the width of Virgil’s room with foggy transparency. “I-it.. it hurts so much!” Bubbles of water welled up in Patton’s eyes. Hot, uncontrolled and messy. They spilled from his eyes and all over his cheeks, storming down his face in rivers as they wet his skin and stained the usually oh so happy mask. Breathing was hard, it ..it hurt. It was agony to suck in oxygen. Existence was pain. There was nothing but darkness and hurt in Patton. Hurt hurt hurt So much hurt It hurt!! “Patton, no! No”, Virgil interjected. His thick, dark voice stabbed through the angry voices and cracks in Patton’s heart. The barrier of dark layers was cut through and for a moment, the tightness in his chest was just a bit better. There was cities and hordes of people on his chest, still. Whole worlds and every crime and guilt to ever be imagined and committed. He struggled to breath, to be. His blind hands reached for Virgil who was holding him still and allowed his bestest friend to touch his chest and let him eventually find his shoulders. Virgil did not let himself be distracted. He drew his friend into his arms, into his lap and cuddled him. “It is okay, Pat, really.” “NO!” The moral side screeched and curled as if in physical pain. His head slid down from Virgil’s shoulder to his chest and he forced the oxygen out of his constricting lungs. They did not want him to live either. It hurt.. it hurt.. it hurt so so bad. Breathing felt like swallowing when your throat was all swollen and red and hurt like during the flu. “Why does he hate me, Virgil, why does he hurt me so much. He hates me, he hates me! He does not even want me to be around Thomas, he glares at me the second I show up and he ignores everything I say! He only ever pays attention when Thomas himself repeats what I said and you know that he just shoots him down on these occasions” Patton wrung for breath, his words stuck in his throat. He was swallowing on his own complaints, on his desperation and his fears. That is what he got for disclosing instead of pretending to be okay. Why.. why.. Why did Logan give him a cat onesie when he wanted him gone? When he kept making him leave or actively excluded him from videos. He had prevented Thomas from summoning him on multiple occasions by just appearing himself instead of letting Patton appear. He was blocking them off. Why.. Why? WHY?! Patton’s body shook and he flinched. He felt the whipping agony of Logan’s word cutting into the flesh of his mind. Red, burning streaks appeared inside of him and he could basically feel his chest build actual scar tissue. Probably crap. Yeah, he was full of poop, according to Logan. All feelings, no logic. “Patton, you need to breathe, breathe with me” The voice was so distant, so blurry and wild. Patton barely recognised the sound to be a coherent noise, a voiced sentence of meaning by that. The lifeline before him was a messy bunch of notes, a disturbance. It stirred up the bad feelings of him even worse. “V-Vi... What did I do..?” His breath hitched and his next attempt at a sentence simply ended in a mess of stutters and sobs. “Shhhhh...” Virgil persistently squished his friend in his arms. Patton grunted in discomfort but his wiggles only made Virgil hug him harder. “Vir-” The anxious side looked down at him and put a hand on his back, pressing it from the other side towards his chest. Patton cried harder. He could not even breathe and his head was only fire and glowing dizziness Even his ears were smoking with tears and frustration. Feelings really were that strong. Patton’s body continued to flare his skin up with goosebumps. Shudders and dizzy spells hit Patton and the violent sobs still rippled through his vulnerable form. Virgil squeezed him from time to time and told him to be quiet when he started to speak up. Eventually, even opening his mouth had his friend shush him without missing a beat. But it hurt. His chest cleared up but it was so tight. He did not remember the last time he had drawn an unrestricted breath, when he had full lungs and energetic breathing rather than shallow or violent spasms of his muscles. Patton was calmer. His body was limb between Virgil’s legs and he curled up like a miserable fetus stretching for their absent caretaker’s love. They were alone on the diaper changing table. Patton was not alone. Virgil was there... But in some ways, he was truly lonely and not even his best friend being there with him, letting him lean against his chest and rest on his body could really have him feel like he was not completely alone in this world. “Fuck Logan. He is not here.” Patton inhaled. Language. He did not have the heart to say it. The way Virgil held him was a finger on his lips and he wanted to be silent forever. Logan would want that too. They all wanted him to be silent. Roman just gave him weird looks but did not really say much. Instead of correcting Virgil, the fatherly figure considered simply nodding. It was always better to nod and agree. When he did that, everyone liked him. Especially when he smiled too or maybe made some jokes to keep up a good mood. It helped the sides, it helped Thomas and his audience. “I have just the thing to help you out. It is pretty private.. uh..”, VIrgil’s voice went from clear to dark and it dipped deeper. “If I show you, you have to be quiet about it.” His hands dug into Patton’s body. A whine escaped his lips, broke the seal of silence he had wanted to keep so much. Fine. “S-sure kiddo!” Virgil’s black fingernails retreated a bit but the pressure was still there. It was lighter, though. His friend just wanted to hug him a lot because he wanted to help him and that was how he showed it. Maybe he should teach Virgil how to hug people better... He probably did not exactly learn that from the others. Patton swallowed the thick mass that was his doubt. It was crawling down his throat, heavy and lethargic in its movement. Nothing was harder to swallow than moments like this when people gave him vibes he knew better than to ignore. Still, he wanted to believe the best to happen. People were inherently good so he could trust others, especially his friends. On top of that, Virgil was clearly his best friend. “Alright”, Virgil spoke. His words seemed so heavy as they launched from his tongue and right into the ground. “I will show you.” He shifted a bit and let go off Patton. The moral side inhaled deeply, the heavy feeling on his chest away for long enough so he could breathe freely and properly. Now that Virgil did not hug him anymore, he could adjust a bit but as soon as his body shifted, one of Virgil’s arms, that was still loosely around his hip, immediately fastened around him like a safety belt. You move rapidly, it restrains you in order to safely keep you within the vehicle - in case of a crash. And it was more than just restricting, it was limiting, it was holding him back and hid rips were creaking and squeaking under the torture of so much force pushing against his chest. They were curling and arching, threatening to give in. Patton gasped at the sudden pressure applied to his body and he shrunk into himself. At the same time, his best friend, the dark little emoshine returned, a little box in his hand. “I got you, Patton. I will never let you go.” The usually oh-so happy and pappy man feared that he would never be able to smile through the icy shiver that ran through his body, chilling him down and making him tremble and sniffle. He could not help but dread these words. Otherwise so sweet-sounding and lovely to his heart, he could not bring himself to be flattered. He was terrified. When Virgil did not try to scare them, he certainly did an even better job at it than he usually did already. After all, he still was anxiety and not just a shimmering gem that needed to be freed from his cage of hardened dirt that dared tainting his beauty and true shine. “W-what’cha got there, kiddo?” His voice was hopeful, it was the little shine of light breaking through the spaces of the blinds that blocked out all the sun and other sources of illumination. There was darkness only, even with his weak attempts at making it through, his voice was swallowed by the room around him. “Because we are friends. We are best friends, right?” Virgil’s long fingers curled around the metal box. It was just small enough to fit into his hand judging from how broad it was but it was longer than his hands. The arms around Patton framed his sides but he was not held so tightly anymore. Patton hummed in agreement. The slender digits pushed against the opening of the box and broke it open, splitting the two sides. “O-of course, Vi-we are friends.” His voice was shaking with his body. Actually, his whole soul seemed to tremble before the box. Virgil’s hands revealed the insides of a box after he pulled the sides apart and laid the contents open, letting the scarce light of the day illuminate the area. The metal box had even more metal inside. A little silverish thing was shining inside and a bit of cloth and some band-aids were there as well. A small tube of sanitising solution was packed next to it. “Virgil?” The former darkside left the innocent box or horrors in Patton’s lap and retreated to hug him again, his hands choking his existence. He was already close to tears. It was still better than talking to Logan... His friend did not speak, he just gave Patton’s cheek a little cheek and nudged his side once more. “Take it. I promise it will help.” Patton’s shuddering heart complied. It calmed itself when the moral side melted into the little bit of affection he was shown. “Okay.” He pressed his lips together and licked them. His mind was unsure whether he was trying to think about this again or just stalling but the taste of fear would not leave his tongue anyway, no matter how much he rubbed it against his lips and tried to wash it free from his sin, his flaws and faults. “I trust you, Virgil. I would always trust you.” The other side eased his grip on him and closed his eyes, relishing in the image of being loved, of being the accepted and trusted side. His lips spread into a smile. “You can do it, Patton. Take it and feel the magic. It will draw all your fears away.” Patton let out an unsteady breath and carefully reached forward, gracing the box as he took the little blade up with his smooth fingers. His caring hands held the sharp thing up and he took the time to lean in and look at the tool. It felt so easy to focus on the cutting edge, the silver steel and the gleaming shine of promise and relief. For some reason, he felt.. absolutely captivated by the little something before him. “But w-...what do I do with it? It looks very nice” His tongue pressed against his gums and decided to stop himself any more than that. Not that he really knew what else to say. Virgil grabbed the blade with one hand and wrapped his other hand around Patton’s wrist. “You gotta use that cardigan of yours later, my little popstar.” Patton wanted to ask what this what about and why he would say such things but before he could even look back at his friend, he felt a sharp pain literally cut through him. His skin split apart where Virgil ran the edgy side of the tool over his exposed arm. His arm flinched, wanting to pull away from the stinging pain. It did not hurt much, it was just intense, it was so so intense and present. This was the kind of pain to wake you up and suck in a breath rather than groan at the dullness and constancy of it. Red pearls started blooming from the cut through his skin, little strings of tissue could be seen but they quickly drowned in the wine red liquid filling up the sudden abyss within his arm that was created through Virgil’s intervention. His pulse spiked up and he pressed his back against Virgil’s chest. “Virgil!” Patton did not even what to say, how to articulate his thoughts, form any words at all. It was all blank. His mind ran out of him like the blood flowing out of his arm and slowly travelling down his skin to drip onto the dark sheets below him. Patton hiccuped and sniffled, his body already retreating into his fetal position for protection. He was ready to tolerate worse. Heart pumping and blood flowing, the first tears rolled over his curves cheeks as he instinctively pushed into Virgil’s arms further. “m sorreh”, he squeaked into his own arms. The sounds were mostly swallowed away by his desperate hiccups and wretched sobs. Red life juice dripped everywhere, burning at Patton’s open wound and screeching in alarm at the injury. Virgil pushed him back into place. “It is okay, keep going”, he instructed, calmly as always but his voice doubling a slightest bit, “I don’t care about the blood, it’s just some fucking sheets.” His mouth fell open to restrict Virgil’s speech and reprimand him. Using such filthy words was not good for any of them - especially Thomas. But instead he let out a gasped breath and shook his head. Still, he moved into position as before and Virgil made sure to pad his arm clean with a cotton pad. The movements were clean, secure. The white balls sucked up all the crimson crime and slowly removed every sign of sin Patton had spilled with his mistakes. He wanted to apologise again but decided to swallow it again. Along with the tears, he just drank up all questions and panic so it would be good. If he tried hard enough, everything would be okay, it would be great and fine and all would be great. Thomas would love him again and Logan would be nice if he tried hard enough... just trying more and more until it would work again. Instead, he caught the little instrument of pain Virgil plopped into his hands after nudging him into a proper position. As before, he put the blade down, close to the injury on his arm. The blood was rather dried by now and white balls tainted in red were between his crossed legs. Slowly, Patton pressed the stinging feeling further into his skin until he pushed through, closing his eyes and holding his breath as he let the sharpness run through his arm once more. As before, blood bubbled up in large amounts, pushing forward to cover up all the exposed skin he had forced apart. More dark juiced flew over his arm, decorating his pants, Virgil’s bed and Patton’ heart. The arms around him returned but this time they felt soft and supportive. The tears were standing in his eyes, patient and Patton-pending. The streaks on his cheeks were dried and felt hard when the moral side’s lips twitched to make space for sucking in a large potion of oxygen. “Good, Patton. Let all your bad feelings spill out of you”, Virgil spoke softly. The man gently nudged him. It was a silent command to keep going and before Patton knew it, he had draw the blade a few more times until he was dizzy and exhausted, heartache faded and vision blurry. Virgil held and supported him through it all and now busied himself in softly patting and massaging his shoulders as his friend struggled to regain proper conscious. With all his energy leaving him, Patton did feel better. Tears and blood were dried by now and his problems seemed so far away, he wondered whether Logan had ever been anything but gentle and considerate with him. “You did well, my dear” Patton heard the subtle mumbles coming from the other and he gave a barely visible nod. A few sounds escaped his mouth as and he let himself sink further into Virgil’s chest, a sweet bliss of being free of worries and mental pain blessed him. The physical pain was still burning into him. It was like eating very spicy things but his arm was his tongue and it was very concentrated and hot for certain areas. The stinging was persistent, especially with Virgil applying certain pressure to it as he cleaned the streaks and cliffs of injury. “I hope you are feeling better at all or something. I got other methods, too.. you just have to be quiet about it.” Virgil dipped a ball of cotton into sanitising solution and carefully shushed his blabbering friend who was still too far gone to react appropriately. “This will sting a lot, prepare for it”, he warned and carefully secured Patton’s abused arm with his own other hand. “Breath in, now” With his last words, he proceeded to press the damp fluffy ball against his arm. Without missing a beat, Patton hissed at the sensation, the sudden intense burning undeniably torturous as it did not leave him any space to take refugee to. “Ow ow ow ow ow!!”, he whined rapidly, his words merging into one lazy string of sounds that could not be spliced. Virgil’s steel grip on him returned and he pushed Patton back into the spit between his own legs that were clad in black ripped jeans as always. “I am almost done, stop being a baby. You are free from all the bad feelings, so be happy about it!” The Tempest Tongue had Patton quieted down. His mind was too fuzzy to disobey, too out of it to argue and point out that he was not overreacting but there was another thing holding him back. Virgil was right. Even after this event, he found himself returning to Virgil’s room for bruising hugs and stinging wounds. There was always the worst part, the stinging and flaming clean-up afterwards and obviously the hissed words and strict voice Virgil used on him. Eventually, he learned how to do it alone but it was nicer with someone else around and hug him. He learned how to hide away and excuse things such as wearing his cardigan because it was so cold or fit his new aesthetic. Logan said he looked more serious and he agreed. Still, he did not get a place to talk to Thomas much. At least he knew how to cope with the rejection pains by now. Without the pain, he made sure to freshly cut himself some slack every now and then. Literally.

[tantum-tenebris]

Since I've read your fanfic about pregnant Willow I wondered if you ever wrote how she told Wilson about it after returning from Wickerbottom's camp and how he reacted 🤔🤔

i actually haven’t, so i quickly wrote something up. there may be inconsistencies and also i always feel embarrassed about writing this topic, forgive me:

Another deep breath. Nerves fluttering throughout her body, Willow digs her nails into her palm and tries to ignore the anxiety that nags her so much. 

She doesn’t know why she feels so nervous, she just is. Maybe because it’s her first time doing something like this, or maybe because she’s scared that, somehow, something will go wrong. Despite Wilson’s never ending kindness and love for her, the possibility that he would be angry at the tiny creation growing inside of her was… far too high for her liking. 

Willow isn’t fond of the idea, either. To raise a baby in the kind of world that she lives in, with monsters and murderers and harsh seasons, was a completely bonkers idea. It makes sense for Miss Wickerbottom to be frustrated with her! It’s almost a shame that Willow’s witchy power isn’t time-travel instead. 

(Key word: almost.)

Taking risks has always been her thing. After a whole lecture, Willow knows that she has to do the responsible adult thing and tell Wilson so that they can figure out what to do about it. The invisible barrier of paranoia that blocks her, though, is extremely hard to get around. The baby that grows inside of her, regardless of whatever decision she chooses, also makes it hard for her to think straight. 

When it’s his turn to cook dinner, she decides that it’s the right moment to tell him. The roaring fire that lights the whole camp up in a warm glow is comforting. That— and Wilson is in a happy mood tonight. 

He hums to himself as he prepares a dish per her request: stuffed pepper poppers with ice cream left behind for dessert. It makes her feel sorta flattered and giddy, watching him cook with the same passion he often reserved for chemistry. Warly must be rubbing off on him.

As he puts the plate together, Willow releases the tension in her body with one last moment of preparation, and goes to give him a gentle hug from behind.

He makes a little surprised noise, sort of what a cat would do if she were to suddenly pet one. “I know you’re starving, give me one more moment. I’m adding more spice to it, just the way you like.”

She smiles weakly as her cheek presses against his back because it’s not his cooking that coerces her into this moment of sincerity. It’s the love he has for her that comforts her paranoia, if only by a margin. Food is something that could be eaten later, especially since her anxiousness is ruining her appetite, but Willow doesn’t want him to be upset because his food went to waste. 

“C’mon, sit with meee,” she pleads. 

“Alright, I’m finished!” Wilson grins like a dork as he carefully pries her arms from his waist so he can turn around and show her his beautiful masterpiece. It’s not too shabby, actually, and Willow can practically feel the spices dancing on her tongue. Not enough to distract her from her thoughts, but still.

“It smells so good! I’m actually impressed.”

His brows narrow. “That means I get a kiss, don’t I?” 

Willow snorts playfully and goes on her tippy-toes to plant a quick kiss to his prickly cheek. 

When they settle down in front of the firepit, she feels another bout of nervousness as she bites on her cheek, chews on the delicious food he makes for her, and only half-partakes in small talk. 

Why was she afraid, even? She shouldn’t be, and it was really silly of her to even think of something that could go wrong. Everything in her life had gone wrong, but entering the Constant and finding people who cared about her was a step in the right direction. Something she wasn’t used to. Willow blames her timidness on this. 

“Wilson,” she mumbles softly as he rambles on about something. When he doesn’t hear her, she says his name again, only with a little more volume.

“I— yes, love?” 

Picking at her food, she finds herself suddenly embarrassed. Her face must be as red as these poppers. 

“I… went to go see Miss Wickerbottom,” she explains, “a few days ago. About my, uh, sickness.”

“Oh!” He perks up. “What was it? Bad food?” There’s a hint of something in his voice she can’t quite place. 

Willow shakes her head slowly. “No, it’s… not that. You might even say that it’s— it’s good news.”

“Good news? How so?”

“Well,” she laughs nervously, feeling her hands become cold with fear, “it’s good because…”

Her words draw to a close, and Willow badly hopes that Wilson catches on because she doesn’t know if she has the courage to say it.

As she turns to stare into the fire, she feels Wilson cup her face, offering comfort with the smooth strokes of his thumb. From the corner of her eye she can see him admiring her features, and his stare seems to burn right through her.

The air has grown silent, save for the crackling fire in front of them. 

Moments pass by, time moving so achingly slow, until the gears start turning together. 

“You’re having a baby,” Wilson says softly, the realization now dawning in his blue eyes. 

She must have been too quiet, or perhaps he had felt her shaking, because he gingerly turns her chin to face him when she doesn’t acknowledge his assumption. A warm and reassuring hand rubs up and down her arm. “Hey, hey, Willow,” he whispers, filling the space with words of solace, “it’s okay.”

Willow still feels frozen in place, but the loopy smile that starts to spread along his face comforts her quite a bit. “You’re not mad? But I thought…”

“No!” He interjects quickly. “No, I’m not mad. Of course I’m not mad. I’m—“ Wilson bites his lip to try and control the grin that’s getting out of control, and he moves to nervously rub the nape of his neck. “I’m ecstatic, Willow! I can’t believe it.”

She sits up straighter, more attentive. There’s relief that floods through her, but she doesn’t think that he realizes the possible danger of having a baby in the Constant yet. 

It’s her turn to grab both of his shoulders as she leans in with wide, fearful eyes. “You know that we can’t raise a baby here.”

He steals glances at her tummy, still smooth and lacking a bump. She’s right and Wilson knows it. But the last thing that Willow wants is for him to blame himself, because what’s done is done, and Miss Wickerbottom was firm: they needed to be responsible, they needed to deal with the consequences. Even if it was a happy accident that came with hundreds of terrifying risks.

Wilson nods solemnly. Of course, she doesn’t have to explain why the Constant is such a bad place. He had to have been the person who died the most around here. Always so clumsy.

“We’ll try,” he urges. “We have to. Only if you’re sure.”

Willow’s voice doesn’t falter: “I’m sure.” 

She buries her face in his neck and lets him squeeze her in a loving hug. He continues to reassure her with comforting promises, new plans for what was to come, how much brighter the world could be, and Willow knows that it’s true.

As he kisses the top of her head and rests a hand on her stomach, she can only hope that Wilson is right.

[theworldofotps]

Be Mine (Part 2)

~Second part to I Want More~ (Part 1)

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader Word Count: 1,512 Description: After turning y/n down when she admits she wanted to be more than friends with Drew their friendship went on as normal. A few months after she started dating Dolph, little does Dolph know every time Drew gets drunk he texts y/n his true feelings.

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"That's a wrap thanks for helping y/n."

"You're welcome Becky."

Smiling I grab a towel wiping my face before drinking some water I watch the people we were training for NXT go towards the locker rooms. 

"We did amazing they all look so happy I really think this group has a great chance at becoming big."

"I know thank you for including me Becks I've been having a lot of fun."

"You're welcome we haven't gotten to hang out much lately."

"I know things have been so busy with work and then trying to spend time with Dolph.."

"How's that going considering him and Drew are working together?"

"Awkward sometimes but it's not too bad."

We chat about work as we walk to the locker room to shower and change driving to the hotel we agree to meet up for breakfast. After watching a movie I order some room service and settle down for the night with a book. Picking up my phone when I hear Dolph's ringtone I smile answering.

"Hi babe."

"Hey baby, I know this is last minute but I have to cancel coming over tonight I need to get to sleep early and can't hang out."

"Awee really?"

"Yeah, but I'll make it up to you later."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep, I gotta go goodnight."

"Goodnight." 

Hanging up I continue reading turning the tv on for some background noise, this time however when my phone goes off it's Drew's ringtone I sigh reading the message.

Drew💪💌: Can I txts you?

Me: You already are.. 

Drew💪💌: Ohhh can I call?

Me: Go ahead

When his picture pops up on the screen I swipe it accepting the call and putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Y/nnnn."

He babbles drawing my name out sighing I rubbed a hand over my face here we go again.

"Are you drunk again Drew?"

"I think I don't know."

"Is someone with you?"

"Eliass."

"What do you want?"

"I wanna come over I want to sleep with you."

"Drew are we doing this again? We stopped doing that when you didn't want me now I'm with Dolph so no I'm not going to let you come over. I'm not looking to be friends that just fuck anymore especially when my boyfriens is your partner. Now please stop calling me when you're drunk unless you need help, just give the phone to Elias."

Hearing a shuffle I rub my temples waiting to hear Elias.

"Hello?"

"Elias? Can you please take Drew back to his hotel room he called me drunk again and really should go to bed."

"Yeah sorry, darling I didn't know he called you."

"It's okay, thank you."

Hanging up I set my phone on the charger knowing Drew would forget about this in the morning. He's called me for the last three months out of the six since we stopped sleeping together after I told him about my feelings. At first I assumed he was okay with it but apparently there was more to why he didn't want to be together but he wouldn't admit it. He was always asking to come to my hotel room or place and as much as I wanted him here I couldn't do that. I had to move on I have Dolph now. Turning the light off I lay on my side looking out the window trying to fall asleep.

~Three nights later~

"Seth get your feet off of me."

I laugh shoving his legs as we lounge on my bed, reaching out my arm to Bayley I make a face.

"Bayley please help meee."

"Seth nobody wants your feet on them after you've been sweating in your shoes."

"I showered thank you very much."

Shoving his legs I jump off the bed when I hear a knock on my door laughing as they bicker I open it stopping when I see Drew.

"Drew what are you doing here?"

"Um, I wanted to talk."

Watching his face I sigh seeing his eyes glossed over and his words slightly slurred.

"Drew um hey you okay there?"

"He's drunk again dammit next time we don't let him drink with Kevin alone."

Pulling him into the room I have Seth help me get him sat on the bed walking to the bathroom to get a glass of water Bayley leans in the doorway.

"You okay?"

"Yes I don't know what to do with him every time he gets drunk and someone doesn't keep his phone away from him he calls me. Saying he wants to sleep with me or lay together in bed it's giving me so many mixed signs. When I admitted my feelings to him he said he didn't feel the same way but that's not what drunk Drew says."

"I think he's full of shit."

"What?"

"I think he's full of shit with not wanting a relationship when you two were sneaking around together he was the happiest I've seen in him ever. I don't know why he would say he didn't want a relationship with you but these actions don't sound like a guy who wants to be without you."

"He never remembers I've had Elias ask him if he remembers anything and he says no."

"Maybe you should talk to him about it tomorrow morning."

"I should because I'm just so confused why did he have to do this now after I've started seeing Dolph."

Drew snorts with a frown having listened to us.

"Ye think Dolph is faithful? 

"What?"

Drew shakes his head Seth watches him then turns back towards me with a soft smile.

"You'll get it figured out I promise even if we have to tie him up until you get answers I'll deal with Hunter if he asks."

Hugging him and Bayley I give Drew the water with some headache medicine telling them we'll be fine when they leave I sit in one of the chairs watching him.

"Drew what are you doing?"

"Sitting."

"I mean why are you doing this drinking and then telling me things you never remember."

"I miss you."

"You see me all the time you could have had the chance to have a relationship with me but you didn't want that. This is all getting so tiring and I'm so confused on what you want. You say one thing when you're drunk and one thing when you're sober and what about Dolph? Why do you do this?"

"Because I'm an idiot y/n I didn't feel like I was good enough for you."

"Shouldn't it of been up to me to decide that?"

"Technically yes but ye wouldn't have seen what I did you're growing bigger as a superstar every day. Yer going for the Raw Women's Championship you're stretching yer wings opening businesses on the side I felt like I would hold ye back. I thought if I hid my feelings you'd be able to do your thing and I could try to focus on mine."

"Drew, you were more than good enough for me, it was because of you that I kept going I felt like I wouldn't make it so many times but you kept reminding me about my dream. You were constantly supporting me and helping me through every up and every single down. I wanted you by my side through all of this but when you said you didn't feel the same I was okay with that. Now I have Dolph and I don't know what you want me to do."

I reply resting my head in my hands before standing to pace the floor a habit I had when I was trying to work through things.

"Why are you telling me this now? Why didn't you just admit it when I told you my feelings?"

"I thought mine would go away that ye'd be happier." 

Drew mumbles rubbing his eyes sitting next to him I Iook in his eyes trying to read him.

"How drunk are you?"

"I've only had two drinks so not that bad."

"Are you serious with everything because if this is a joke or you aren't going to remember in the morning I want you out. I could call up Dolph have him come over and spend the night."

"Fuck Dolph, he's down in Liliana's room right now I heard them fooling around when I came up here."

"Seriously?"

"Oh yeah, you deserve someone better then him, ye have no idea how hard it's been watching you with him. There's been plenty of times I've wanted to yank him away and stomp him into the ground."

"I had no idea you were so jealous."

I smirk sending Dolph a text to enjoy his time with Lilian before shutting off the lights.

"Only when it comes to ye sweetheart, gonna let me stay the night?"

"I mean you can leave if you want."

"No chance in hell."

He chuckles crawling into bed beside me his arms wrapping around my waist his lips pressed to my ear.

"Be mine y/n?"

"I always have been." 

[louu-7]

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CHAPTER 9:

I jump as my heart skips a beat before I look at Alyssa, shocked that she scared the hell out of me this way. “Girl... you freaked me out…”

“What the hell are you doing he-” Her face falls down when a though seems to cross her mind, her hand catch mine and she draws me towards my room before almost shutting the door with anger. I look at her, speechless, as her eyes are starring at me with rage. “What did I do? I just wanted to drink water, it’s the fourth time I wake up because of Dad’s footstep.”

“Why were you sitting on the stairs? Thara you can’t keep tabs on Dad, even less in the middle of the night.”

“I wasn’t listening, look at my face, I’m tired and I look like a damn zombie, and why would I listen to him, I don’t care of his little business, he does whatever he wants I don’t give a damn.” Her eyes don’t get off of me until I reopen my door to show her the exit.

I just wanna sleep, and yes I wanted to listen to these guys but obviously I can’t. And Alyssa’s gonna have me in her sight if I try again to listen to their conversation. “Well. Sweet dreams.”

“Maybe more sweet nightmares, let’s not forget that strangers are I in our house. But good night...”

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I’m pacing up and down since half an hour, my legs are making the moves by themselves and I don’t need to think about walking because it became automatic. My brain is flat out, I can’t stop thinking about everything strange that’s happening lately, in other words, a lot of strange things.

My father’s and these men, the family meeting in the forbidden office and this stuff about rejecting me out of the business, I don’t know, it’s weird.

I have to talk about it to the group, even if they don’t believe me about the gold, which is completely intelligible because I don’t believe in it myself. My eyes are starring at my phone for a few minutes before I can’t stop my hand to take it and call Sarah. She’s certainly with the crew, we’re in the middle of the afternoon. “Heyy what’s up babe?”

“I have to talk to you all about something, are you with the crew right now?” I continue to walk in my room, agitated. “Yeah we’re all together. Something’s wrong?”

“Kind of. Let me go outside so nobody will hear me, I feel like they all have eyes on me lately, that’s fucking stressing me.”

“Thara is it serious like... I never felt you that tensed…”

“Gimme a sec.” I go downstairs to join the garden and be as far away as possible of the house. If they know that I suspect something I can say goodbye to my phone, computer and everything that can help me to communicate with the outside world. “OK, so, I surprised my whole family having a conversation in my Dad’s office last night, without me, and-”

“Are you calling because you think you’re neglected or because you really found something interesting to say?” JJ takes part in the discussion and I smile bitterly by hearing his remarks. “Just shut up and let me talk, it could be kind, thank you. So I was saying, they were together and, they talked about somethin weird, I heard a lot a whole stuff around some gold, and I know it’s crazy I didn’t understand any-”

“Wait what? Gold?” Sarah’s voice kind of shout out through the phone, making me wincing. “Yeah, gold. I know that’s not possible but-”

“At least we’re OK, that’s not possible, so why are you calling, really?” JJ’s cold tone got me gritting my teeth as the others make him stop. “Two men came in the middle of the night to talk with my Dad, I don’t think every parents are having little coffee with strangers while their family’s sleeping.”

A long silence follows my speaking and I can hear them letting out some sighs and, I also can feel them disturbed, kind of concerned. “OK and, what d’ya think ‘bout all this?” John B’s calm voice is making me raise my shoulders even if they can’t see it.

We all seem to start thinking about this weird stuff. I know there’s way weirdest things in life, but, they’re all strange lately in this house, and I don’t know if I can feel secure and in an honest family.

“Sooo, what do you wanna do?” I slightly sigh and whisper a little ‘I don’t know’, because I really have no idea of what should I do. Either I ask my parents, so they answer me, and I take the risk to only have lies as answer, or I look for answers by myself, and maybe with the crew’s help.

We talk about it for a little bit of time, more than I expected, and they kind of encourage me to make my own inquiries and find answers by myself. They’re even ready to help me, for the majority of them…

The call comes to an end and I come back inside of the house. They all seem to be gone, and it’s better this way, I don’t even know if I can trust them anymore, Alyssa’s behavior was so bizarre last night. Even if she helped me on the afternoon. I don’t understand her…

An open door in the corridor at my right catch my eye, and I frown. “What the…” I whisper in a sigh. One time is possible, not two times in less than a month. This door is never ever opened, and now it’s always opened. “It’s a fucking bad joke…”

“What did you said Miss?” Lucy asks from the kitchen. “Nothing, don’t pay attention to me, Lucy.” Because of her I have to be careful, but I can’t see this door totally opened and miss my chance.

I walk to the room, get in and close the door with kindness to look at everything around me. There’s this whole bunch of shelves, with so many old books, documents that comes from another century and… a lot of… I don’t know, it’s like my Dad’s looking for something.

To be honest, it feels like he’s completely crazy about this… thing that he’s looking for. The ‘gold’ maybe… I don’t know what to think anymore. My phone’s ringing in my back pocket makes me jump of surprise as I hang up the call. Sorry, Sarah…

‘girl why did you hang up on meee??’

‘sorry babe i’m in my dads office right now...’

‘omg, find sth?’

‘maps, documents, books and… i just notice sth, the name of my great great great great great grandfather’s a lot on the papers… idk why, weird…’

‘take pics and get out of here, ur in shit girl i’m stressing for uuuur lil ass’

She’s not wrong, I can take pictures of everything and observe it later. My heart is ready to stop at any moment if I’m not leaving this room right now, but there’s so much thing that it takes me almost ten minutes to take pics of everything I want. Then I get out, the silence is so loud in the house that it puts me under pressure…

I close the door and already have a plan, perfect to show my family that I’m not the bad little capricious girl, and that ‘I don’t care’ about their little business.

‘got pics, i’ll text u if I find sth weird, l8er’

I join my room and lock my door to be alone and peaceful. Now I have to figure out what all this means, because if I stay out of this little business any longer and that I know they’re constantly lying to me all along the day it’s gonna drive me crazy.

Like I said, the name of my great grandfather appears a lot. And with what I’m reading, I can say it’s only because he owned the vineyard between 1820 and 1905. He built this business with his father and son, and he was… pretty famous in this town. So the Abrams are living on this island since more than three centuries, that’s insane…

The fact that his name is everywhere is holding my attention, but I move on to something else. These documents are ‘proofs’ that there’s gold on this island, apparently, but, there’s nothing more. No name associated with this gold, no location, we don’t even know if it’s here, I mean, maybe it’s a trap so no one can find it. But it would be so stupid to hide a treasure and let nobody find it.

My phone vibrates as I receive a message from Kie.

‘giiirl!!! there’s a kegger tonight, ur in?’

‘my parents aren’t gonna let me come but enjoy it w/o me ;)’

‘nooo, ask ‘em anyway maybe they’re ok?’

‘ok i will, i let u know’

‘what bout ur dads office?’

‘not much except the name of one of my ancestor, weird stuff i think, have 2 look deeper into his history, i already have a plan’

‘great, we talk bout it tonight, i’m sure ur gonna come, l8r!’

I smile and sigh as I let myself fall on my bed, exhausted. What the hell is this family…

~

“Oh, Dad, your office was open today but I closed the door, I don’t think anybody get in.”

“And you, did you get in?” I look up at him and see in his eyes a bit of fear crossing his regard. “No, of course no, maybe that I sometimes break the rules, but not that one, I’m not crazy.”

“That’s my girl, thank you Thara.”

I smile a little and start to stare at him so he can understand that I wanna ask something. “What” He asks as if he already knew what I wanted to ask.

“Can you do me a favor? So there’s basically this party tonight, at the beach, and I would be so happy to go, even kooks are going say yes please! Just this time.” They all look at each other as the ambiance in the room suddenly change, becoming like they’re all on the same wavelenght. I frown and their silence is killing me, making me giving up as I walk to the stairs. “Thara, come back.”

A touch of hope is setting fire to my body, I need to go there to see them and let them see what I found and what’s strange, and also tell them about my plan.

“Alyssa’s coming with you, and you come back before 2pm.”

The smile on my face is getting wide and stop me from saying anything, I’m hugging my Dad before joining my room to text the crew and say them I’m coming. I can’t wait to see them, it’s been a few days that I can’t get out because of my Dad. Or because of me, and my little escape on John B’s birthday. But that’s OK.

‘i’m coming guys i’m so excited!!!’

I let my phone down on my bed and go get simple clothes in my closet because I didn’t put anything else but my pajamas today so… let’s say it’s only another unproductive day in my life. I choose denim destroyed shorts and a black bikini top. I shove a sweater in my bag, add my key because we never know maybe we’ll be locked outside, and I also put deodorant even if it’s never useful because I forget about it every time.

“When are we leaving?”

“Now, ready?” Alyssa arrives in my room, smiling and apparently really happy to come with me. “Yeah of course girl!”

We’re leaving the house, I ask the chauffeur to turn up the volume and we’re singing off key as the car’s running through the rich streets of Figure Eight. Once we’re arrived at the Cut, my smile widen as the music gets louder the more we move closer to the beach.

The sun’s setting in a beautiful color scale of red, orange and yellow. The sky is amazing and the party seems to be awesome. “Are your friends here?”

“Yeah, I’ve to talk to them, that’s confidential sorry babe.”

“What is it about?” She laughs a little and I do little more than raise my shoulders, with a little smile on my face. “Nothing. Don’t worry and have fun tonight, you’ll see that pogue kegger are really cool.”

“Yeah, OK, but don’t go to far away from this place please, I wanna keep an eye on you.”

“No problem.”

I hear my name the minute after we go through in the crowd, dancing and singing to the loud music, and Sarah, with Kie, run to me and grab my hands to take me to their spot where we’re gonna be able to talk in peace. “Later girl, have a great night!” Sarah shout out while looking at my sister as we leave her.

I can see the boys some meters away, John B’s making us signs with his arms, Pope’s doing the same, like idiots, and JJ’s… looking at us like a zombie would do. As usual when I’m here. I don’t know what’s wrong with me so he hates me that much, I never said anything nasty to him. I guess it’s because I’m a kook, but the girls are too…

“Boys we have to talk, right now.”

“’Bout what I think?” John B’s looking at us, waiting for an answer, as I raise my eyebrows.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking about but I think it’s what you think.” We smile and all sit in a little circle.

I take my phone in my back pocket and start my little recap of everything, and then I find the pictures in my gallery and show them as I continue with my theory, with my grandfather. They’re surprisingly all listening to me, and I all of a sudden feel important, and… not loved, but maybe that I’m part of this group more than I though. Great feelings in this blurry situation…

“So, you think your great great great great great grandpa’s involved in this gold thing?” Pope asks, looking at me as he raises his shoulders.

“Before I answer, can you tell me if you believe in this ‘gold thing’?”

They’re all looking at each other and finally looking back at me, their concerned and haunted eyes diving in mine give me goose bumps and I frown before I look away. “OK. Maybe don’t tell me... yeah, don’t tell me, I don’t wanna know.”

“I’ll tell you, but for now, we have something else to mind…” I agree by a nod of the head and we pay a little more attention to the pictures I took earlier in the day.

~

It’s been a while since we stopped talking about this ‘gold thing’, but the look of my sister’s constantly on me make me think she’s not enjoying the party at all… she looks like she’s waiting for something, or maybe someone… but I don’t think her Prince Charming is going to come here, in the Cut, to enjoy a kegger with pogues…

I’m about to stand and go talk to her to see how she’s doing when a hand grabs my shoulder with harsh, making me wincing and spinning around to see who’s behind me. My eyebrows are raising instantly when my eyes land on Nate. “I’m busy.”

A little smile’s drawing on his face as I feel all the eyes staring at us like a spectacle was ready to begin. What’s wrong with all of them, because the more I look at all the faces, the more I notice that they’re all kooks. “Did you hear me? I’m busy guys, leave us-”

“So after spitting in these fucking pogues faces you’re spitting on us? Fuck you Thara Abrams.” He snaps at me and the silence goes wild. “What’s your problem? You’re with ‘em now?”

“Why does it affects you, you never liked me and I never did so go back to your peaceful life of kooks.”

“Go fuck yourself dirty bitch!” A voice yells at me as others are doing the same, my heartbeats gets quicker and the voices end up by making me feel as little as shit. I’m standing here, surrounded by angry kooks, what a surprise when you think that I never spit in their faces of freaking rich. I’m one of them anyway, why would I do that…

“Shut the hell up and don’t forget where your asses are.” The booming voice of JJ resonate and is hushing everyone up. I shiver and an evil laugh comes out of Nate’s mouth, looking at me with rage and a bad smile on his face. “Listen I never said anything bad on you all so just have fun tonight.”

“So who said that we were rich assholes without brain?”

“Yeah, or that you were the only kook who were good to others?” The remarks go strong and everyone is adding his own comment on what I apparently said on them. “I heard that your parents locked you up because you were as dumb as a rock, so they were scared that you do something worthy of shit. I don’t-”

My brain stop to listen to these nasty comments that make a tear running on my cheek, slowly, as my feet take me somewhere I don’t even know. I walk, through the mob, shaking and in shock. ‘Slut’. ‘You disgust me, how can you say that on us and hang with these shit’. ‘You didn’t deserve to be born’.

~

hii! i'm so proud of this chapter i hope you liked it!! i'm doint my very best to write something great and this chapter makes me so happy!! moreover some plot ideas that i get lately are finally gonna b revealed so i hope it makes you as excited as i am, love uu, byye!

ps: sorry if i seem as excited, it's just that i'm really proud to challenge myself this way, it's something i never did, and i'm a lot under pressure bc of me, i'm scared not to be good enough so, tbh it could really help me to get your opinion, thank uu anyway for reading this story, and i hope you like it :3

[todoroki-kohai]

TodoBakuDeku College AU // Deku the Cold Friend

Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16684783  Words: 1349 Rated: T+ /cursing, lewd jokes/

Useless. Freaking. Brain.

An idea-starved Midoriya Izuku was spinning in his computer chair on a Saturday evening. He had nothing to do, since his projects were all finished, a few were turned in (he received okay marks on them) and he had too much time on his hands. He was in the mood to draw, but he didn't know what. Maybe I could- damn it!

Izuku had another problem at hand. He was fucking freezing. Despite wearing the usual oversized sweatshirt (that belonged to Kacchan, he and Todoroki let Izuku wear their clothing), a pair of short-shorts, and knee-length white socks, Izuku felt like an ice block. Lucky for him, everyone's favorite walking piece of broccoli has two boyfriends with heat-related quirks. Not only that, but his hot-headed, always-warm boyfriend was relaxing in the bed behind him.

"Kaaaachaaaan~!" Izuku called to the man who was laying behind him. He was dressed in a cropped hoodie and some sweatpants, staring at his phone, probably scrolling through his social media or something. "Kacchan, I'm cold!"

Kacchan glanced from his phone, giving the trademarked Baku-glare. "Then grab a fucking blanket, Deku. That simple."

Izuku let out a huff. "Kaaaaachaaan, I want you to hoold meee!" Izuku practically purred. Kacchan replied by turning onto his side, facing away from Izuku. To this, Izuku scurried over to the side that Kacchan was facing. "Kaaaaachaaan~!"

Kacchan glanced up from his phone to see Izuku's signature, wide puppy-dog eyes, which were worsened by his thicker-than-many-girls glasses. They were accented by sad, pouty lips. Izuku knew his Kacchan wouldn't be able to resist. He had never been able to- even when they were younger and practically rivals. "Fine, but you have ten minutes," the spiky-haired one finally stated, giving into Izuku. Izuku, who was overfilled with joy, nearly pounced onto Kacchan, squeezing him tightly.

"Kacchan is so warm," Izuku whispered. Kacchan let out a faint growl, but Izuku replied with, "Kacchan, Kacchan. So warm. Not need to be mean, Kacchan."

Kacchan glared at Izuku, letting out a breath he hadn't any idea he was holding. He shifted himself to where he was facing Izuku. Izuku had his eyes closed, smiling, hoping Kacchan wouldn't move. He was nice and warm, and could sleep there if he so chose to. And oh, did Izuku so chose to, but there was no way that Kacchan would let him, and Izuku knew it.

Izuku and his Kacchan laid there for what seemed like hours, but in reality was maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. Not that Izuku was keeping track, of course. To Izuku's delight, neither was Kacchan. They were laying there, holding one another in their arms.

It was peaceful and quiet until Kacchan decided to move and ruin their perfect fucking moment. "Time to get up, loser. I have important things to do," he whispered to Izuku.

Izuku sighed, starting to sit up. "Fine, Kacchan," he nearly whimpered like a dog. "But now I'm going to be cold."

Izuku was still idea-starved. He was still dressed in the same clothes. And he was still cold as fuck. Kacchan had to leave to go to some extra class for his choreography or some shit, and Izuku wanted someone to keep him warm. The apartment was completely devoid of human life. I mean, me 'n Doki are here. So yeah, devoid of human life.

Izuku was back to spinning. Around and around, the artist spun. He didn't know if spinning was going to help him with his ability to have original ideas or not but he had nothing better to do. Around and around and around...

"Izuku," a low, calm voice shook him from his trance.

Izuku placed his foot on the ground, dragging it until the chair quit spinning. Looking up, Izuku saw a tall, multicolored man standing over him. . Perfect timing, Izuku thought, time for--

"Izuku, don't you think that we are a little old to be spinning in our chairs?" Todoroki asked, interrupting his boyfriend's thoughts. He tilted his head as if he were confused.

The smaller man's mind shot up with an idea. Faking a Baby-voice, Izuku practically purred, "Shou-chan, I was just looking for an idea, and maybe spinning will solve it!" Izuku pushed up his glasses, signalling he had an idea. "Wait! Maybe you can help me find an idea!"

Todoroki's face grew quite hilarious shades of pink, barely choking out, "I- I hope you don't mean what I think you do, Izuku! I-"

"No, that's not what I meant," Izuku cut off Todoroki's almost-rambling. "I mean, unless you want to..."

Todoroki shook his head, letting out a sigh of relief. "I mean, I would if I didn't have this book I have to read for class," Todoroki was back to his calm demeanor. He ran his hand through his partially-shaven hair. He nearly jumped as he had made a shocking realization. "You're cold, aren't you, Izuku. This must be your way of gaining a human space heater!"

Izuku nearly choked on his own breath. "Wh- what! How did you..."

"Katsuki texted me when he left for his classes. If my memory serves me correct he said something along the lines of-"he altered his voice to where it sounded louder and more Kacchan-like, "That Deku made me hold him when I was resting! He is so cold! Aaag!"

Izuku laughed a little bit. "I- I guess I did."

"Well, I don't have time to hold you and put off my schoolwork, but..."

"If you're going to be that way--"

"I was going to say you can sit beside me, Izuku. You can sit by me while I read. I- I can use my quirk to keep you warm."

Izuku started to bounce a little bit. "Yay! Thank you so so so much!"

Todoroki laughed a little bit, picking up his book. The two walked, hand in hand, to the main room of the apartment, which consisted of an open kitchen (separated by a breakfast bar thing), a dining room (well, a small dining table) and a living room, which had three large bookshelves, a television, and a couch. Todoroki sat, Izuku plopping down beside him.

Todoroki's book was not something to be overlooked, as it was decently sized, and the characters were so small inside that Izuku himself was slightly overwhelmed.  Izuku tried reading over the taller boyfriend's shoulder, but he could hardly do so since Todoroki was such a fast reader that when he had gotten down the first line, Todoroki had finished the entire page. Izuku had brought a large, soft, heavy blanket, which was draped over the two's shoulders, and Izuku was setting comfortably on Todoroki's left side, warm not only from the insulated body heat, but also Todoroki's activated quirk. It wouldn't be too hard for Izuku to fall asleep, would it? He let out a breath calmly, closing his eyes, savoring the moment.

After what seemed like a few minutes, Izuku opened his eyes to be facing Todoroki in the three college students' shared bed. It was also very dark in the room, as much time had past. Being held by both Todoroki and Kacchan (who had apparently come home and passed out holding the broccoli boy), Izuku realized that he must have fallen asleep... That means Shou-kun must have taken him here. Izuku felt his face warm up, Oh no, what if he thinks I though he was a human pillow?

Todoroki must have noticed his boyfriend's newfound turmoil. He ran his hair through Izuku's hair, smiling, and whispered, "I brought you in here, you weere sleepy I thought. Don't worry, I put away your glasses. Now sleep, Izuku. It's late."

Izuku nodded slightly, as to not disturb Kacchan's sleep. Now he was tired and very warm, not only from the blanket, but two of the best (and warmest) boyfriends that Izuku could ever ask for. He closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep.

He tried to sleep, but his eyes shot open, and Izuku was exasperated.

Now is not the time to get that inspiration I've been craving!