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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou    :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸

[australiancarisi]

12 with olivia benson please!

Words: 2550 Remember when I said these were gonna be drabbles… also Nick, Rafael, Mike & Kat are in this because I love them all thx for coming to my ted talk

‘how is my wife more badass than me?’

You groaned as you rolled over to Liv’s side of the bed to turn the blaring alarm off. It took a lot of effort and tries but you eventually managed to turn it off with a huff. You wrapped the blanket around you, closed your eyes and snuggled into Liv’s pillow. You peeped an eye open when you heard Liv chuckle.

“What” you mumbled

“You are just adorable” Liv smiled from the doorway to your bathroom

“Why are you out of bed?” you whined rolling onto you back

“Because although it is your day off my love, it is not mine” Liv said and headed back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

“But the alarm only just went off. If I’m going to be woken up early on my day off a mere five hours after getting home from my shift, I should get cuddles” you demanded. “I’m not joking” you said as Liv laughed at you. You sat up slightly when you noticed your bedroom door slowly open “here’s my cuddles”

“y/n” Noah ran up and jumped onto the bed and got straight into your arms

“Hello sweet boy, how do you have so much energy at 6 in the morning” you grinned smothering his face with kisses. Noah’s laugh had to up there as one of your favourite sounds, so pure, so innocent. Liv leant against the door frame and watched the two of you together. She had been so nervous when the two of you had started dating about how Noah would take to you, but from the moment he met you, he was glued to your side and you were wrapped around his little finger. Even now, two years into your marriage and nothing had changed.

“See this could have been all yours but now Noah gets all the cuddles” you squeezed him a little tighter making him giggle.

“Alright you two” Liv playfully rolled eyes “Come on Noah let’s get you ready for school before Lucy gets here”

“Nooooo”

“Yesssss” Liv teased him

“But I wanna stay with y/n” 

“I can get him ready” you said with a yawn

“The only thing you are going to do is go back to sleep” Liv said

“But-“

“No buts. You didn’t get home until 1am you need to sleep my love” Liv pecked your lips and reached out to Noah, who just snuggled into you “Noah” he whined again. Your schedule had been all over the place lately. You had been doing doubles and night shifts for the last few weeks, you had barely seen Liv let alone Noah, it was no wonder he was clinging to you

“Go on sweet boy, I promise I’ll be there to pick you up after school” you kissed his forehead

“Promise?” He asked holding his pinkie up. You wrapped yours around his.

“Pinkie promise. 3 o’clock. I’ll be there” with the promise of seeing you later agreed on Noah left.

“Get some sleep my love” Liv smiled kissing you again before turning off the lights leaving you to catch up some much-needed rest.

When you woke up again it was nearly 11am. You jumped up pottered around the house, cleaning up Noah’s toys, putting away any dishes and things that were lying around and doing some laundry. These were your favourite type of days, where you just chilled at home, cleaned and were able to do things at your own pace.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Captain” you grinned, answering your phone

“Do I need a reason to call my wife?” Liv asked. You could basically hear her rolling her eyes.

“No, but it is out of the ordinary”

“What are you doing?” Liv asked, changing the subject

“Just about to leave actually, going to meet Jas for lunch at the café down the street. Even put on jeans for the occasion” You locked the door as you headed out to meet your friend.

“Wow fancy…” she trailed off and you could hear her talking to Sonny and Amanda

“How busy are you today?” you asked when you heard her lift her phone back to her ear

“You don’t even want to know… that’s why I called I doubt I’ll be home for dinner”

“It’s okay- “

“No, it's not” Liv cut you off with a frustrated sigh “I need to be home more, I need to spend more time with you and Noah and- “

“And you need to work. Because it’s what you love, because you are helping the people that need it. You are a good police officer, the best actually. Noah and I can handle a few late nights. Besides Noah needs something to be mad about when he’s a teenager” you joked. You smiled as you heard Liv chuckle a little. You hated how much pressure put on herself to be perfect at everything.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Liv asked

“Once or twice but I’ll never grow tired of hearing it”

“I love you”

“I love you too, I’ll see you when I’m looking at you, be safe”

“Always��

“You know you have a stupid look on your face” your friend and co-worker Jas said as you met out the front of the café while hanging up the phone

“It’s called love, you should try it sometime” you teased

“No thank you” Jas replied with a laugh. The two of you sat in the busy café and caught up on everything outside of work. Jas told you about one of the many guys she had on the go at the moment, you gushed about Liv and Noah.

“I mean seriously if I could I’d shove my foot where the sun doesn’t shine” Jas huffed bitching about one of your co-workers.

“I should probably go, need to run a couple of errands before I pick up Noah” You looked at your phone double-checking the time, an hour before you had to get Noah. You and Jas went to stand up when all hell broke loose. Everything changed in a split second. One moment you were sitting there with your friend having an amazing day and the next you were hiding under a table as a man held the café at gunpoint.

“NOBODY MOVE” he screamed turning in a circle with his gun pointed and ready to shoot. “NO ONE MOVES NO ONE CALLS THE COPS” You slowly and quietly got your phone out.

“What are you doing?” Jas whispered, her voice shaking in fear “did you not just hear him?”

“There’s no way I’m not texting Liv” you huffed

Liv sighed as she waited for the coffee machine to brew a new jug. Her eyes felt like they were going to fall out after all the paperwork she had been doing all day. All her detectives had been out either talking to victims or following leads so all she had done today was sit at her desk and do paperwork and reply to emails. Picking up her cup, Liv headed back out to the squad room as she heard everyone return. As Amanda was filling everyone in on the lead that she and Sonny had been following when everyone’s phone buzzed, and officers began moving.

“Café being held at gunpoint” Fin frowned

“Unknown gunman, unknown reason” Kat read from her phone

“I wonder which one” Sonny thought aloud

“Café 98” Liv almost threw her coffee on the nearest desk running into her office to grab her gun and badge.

“How do you know?” Fin asked

“Y/n is there”

Half an hour had passed, you could now hear the sirens of police officers in the distance, Liv responded and told you she was on the way and it was going to be okay. It was only words, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel better. The gunman was shouting at the café workers, blaming them for everyone being taken hostage because they didn’t give him money. You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm. The café phone rang, then again and again.

“Someone shut that fucking phone up!” the man yelled

“It’s going to keep ringing” your mouth said before your mind could stop you

“What was that bitch?” He started moving towards you. You slowly stood up, hands in the air.

“The p-phone. It’s the police. They want to talk, and they are going to keep calling until you answer” you stuttered, your confidence slowly falling.

“How would you know?” He sneered “you a cop?”

“No!” you quickly exclaimed “uh no I’m not but I am married to one. My wife is the captain at the 16th” you pulled your phone out of your pocket to show him your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Liv – her in her uniform - when she promoted to captain.

“You answer it then” he motioned with the gun towards the phone. You slowly walked over to the counter, focused on the man and the gun and picked up the phone.

“Hello” you said

“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” you breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar voice.

Olivia jumped out of the car at the scene, almost before Fin had actually stopped the car. It was chaos. Uniforms were holding back the public as well as journalists. There were lights flashing and being screaming. Olivia could hear people asking if it was a terrorist attack but right now, she didn’t care about motive, all she wanted was to get you out of there. Flashing her badge, she and the rest of the squad were let through and they headed towards ground zero.

“Who’s in charge?” Liv asked a nearby uni who pointed her in the direction. She had a small smile when she saw Mike and Nick hunched over a table. “Captain Dodds, Sargant Amaro”

“Liv” the pair frowned “what are you guys doing here? This is major crimes’ not svu”

“y/n is in there” Fin said

“So what do you know?” Liv asked

“Not a lot. No contact has been made yet. We’re about to try again” Nick said as Mike lifted the phone to his ear.

“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” Mike asked, his eyes met Liv and he quickly put the phone onto speaker. “y/n is anyone hurt?

“No, no one is hurt. There’s probably about 30 of us in here” hearing your voice was music to Liv’s ears. Mike asked you a few more questions, not that you were able to give him much more information.

“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there” Liv turned to her squad, she hadn’t even thought of Noah.

“I’m on it” Sonny nodded pulling his phone out and moving away from everyone.

The fact that Mike was the person on the other end of the line made you a little less anxious. You tried to give him as much info as possible, but the gunman was not giving you anything, he wouldn’t even tell them what he wanted. 

“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there and-“

“Alright that’s enough” the gunman grabbed the phone out of your hand and hung up. You quickly moved back to your spot under the table. The gunman was growing anxious, pacing around the room, it was clear he didn’t have a plan.

“There’s a back door” Jas whispered “a few of us could get out”

“I’ll distract him”

“I think Liv would kill me if I left you in here” Jas huffed

“If you get out the police can get it, she’ll live with it” you slowly stood back up “you should really stay away from the windows”

“What?” the man spat at you

“The police, they’ll be looking for a spot for a sniper to take you out” you walked towards him, moving around so he kept his eyes on you. Jas and a couple others started to creep towards the door. You were racking your brain trying to remember everything Liv had ever told you about hostage situations.

“Shouldn’t you stay away from the windows to then?”

“My wife’s a cop. You don’t think she’s out there?” you chuckled “And the guy on the phone before? He was her number 2 not too long ago, he got promoted not too long before my wife, he goes to my son’s dance recitals, he’s not gonna let anything happen to me. I doubt there is an officer that doesn’t know what I look like. They aren’t going to shoot me, but they will shoot you” your eyes swept the room quickly, Jas was out.

“Then maybe I should just shoot you” he held the gun to your face. You held your breath and closed your eyes. You thought of Liv and Noah and how much you loved them. Suddenly the back door opened and your eyes shot open.

“NYPD!” the gunman’s attention turned to the police officers, then, without thinking you grabbed the gun and his arm, flipping him to the ground. You quickly ripped the gun from his hand and took it apart.

“Seems you learnt some tricks over the years” Mike grinned coming up to you as one of the other officers handcuffed the man. You wrapped your arms around him and relaxed, you were okay, everyone was okay.

“She’s out there right?” you needed your wife right now

“did you expect her to be anywhere else?” Nick smirked joining you and Mike. He wrapped his arm around you too “took almost everyone to keep her from busting through the door herself” you grinned at that. Classic Liv. Mike and Nick lead you out the front door of the café. The moment you stepped out you found Liv. She was standing with Jas and the rest of the squad. Her eyes locked with yours and you thought you were going to start crying. The two of you ran to each other, throwing your arms around the other.

“Oh my love” Liv squeezed you “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay” you whisper into her neck

“She’s more than okay” Mike said, you pulled back from Liv��s arms. The rest of the squad joined you. “not only did she distract him to get those guys out, when we came in she grabbed his gun and disarmed him”

“Nice” Kat grinned, clearly impressed

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Liv grinned and kissed your forehead

“Learnt from the best” you responded “Noah…”

“All covered, Raf’s got him” Sonny said “He’s no y/n but I’m sure Noah was just as excited to see Uncle Rafa”

“Probably more” you laughed, you grabbed Liv’s hand and squeezed “Let’s go see our son”

“Anything you want my love” Liv kissed your lips “I’m so proud of you”

[creekqueen27]

Fate (Raphael x Reader)

Requested: can you do one with Raphael, she gets kidnapped and they get Raph's dna and make her pregnant, he's actually happy about it cause he already loved her, how he acts around her being pregnant. Maybe some protective or possessive Raphael with some smutt?Thx!! <3

Gotcha boo thang 💋

Requests are open.

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The bright lights made it hard for you to open your eyes. You tried to move your arms, only to realize you were restrained. Memories of what happened the night before come rushing back; the break in, the fighting, the capturing of yourself and the turtles. This really looks like the end. You turn your head and see what you assume is a doctor. You swallow thickly, trying to move your legs only to realize.. they're in stirrups?! "What the fuck.." you say, gaining the attention of the doctor. He looks up from the laptop and meets your eyes. "What are you doing to me?!?" You scream. He chuckles.

"Oh, you've been unconscious for the entire procedure, miss. You're an amazing surrogate. The healthiest eggs I've ever seen, really." Is that supposed to be a compliment? "I'm really excited for the outcome of the experiment. I'm sure you're concerned, but you shouldn't be. I'm very confident that it will be just a normal pregnancy, a normal delivery. Then, if we don't get the desired outcome, we can try again." The smile never leaves his face. Your stomach suddenly feels sick.

"Pregnancy?!" You shout. "I'm pregnant?! How?!" Your head is spinning.

"One of your eggs were fertilized with the DNA sample we acquired from your friend, Raphael. We believe the outcome should greatly benefit our company, the physical talents of you both combined-" You tuned him out, you felt like your heart stopped. You couldn't breathe. There goes your chance with him..

"I'm pregnant with Raph's baby.." you lay you're head back as you feel tears filling your eyes. Are we ever getting out of here? The thought ran through your mind for the next few days until finally, at dusk, you heard glass breaking and an alarm going off. As you heard people getting beat up closer to where you were being kept, you felt hopeful.

"She's in there!!" April's voice called out. She must have gotten help. You feel like you're going to cry when she busts through the door and starts undoing your wrists. You immediately hug her, tears escaping your eyes as you sob. "Are you okay?! What'd they do to you.." she trails off, glancing at the screens around you.

"Come on!" Leo screams as you see the turtles knocking people down left and right. You stand up, grabbing the folder next to the chair you were strapped to, and ran as fast as you could while holding April's hand. Casey was holding a door for everyone while he urged everyone to hurry. The fresh air hits your face as you all make it outside and run towards the "lady killer" as Mikey calls it. You hold tight to the folder as you hop in the back with April, Donatello in the passenger seat, Leo driving, Mikey, Raphael and Casey in the back pushing buttons to get defenses up again the enemy. Once you're all in the clear, you can't help but stare at Raph. April nudges you, leaning in.

"Are you okay?" She asks. You immediately feel tears falling down your face. "It's okay, you're okay. We're all here, you're okay." She soothes, Mikey coming closer and offering reassurance as well. You shake your head.

"I'm pregnant." You choke out as you hand the folder to April.

"Pregnant?!" Mikey screams and looks at your belly. He's pulled back by Raphael harshly, who has a pained look on his face.

"Raph.." April says lowly, looking between the two of you.. "he needs to read this.." she says, looking to you. You nod your head and lean against her after she hands the folder to Raph. You stare at him as he reads. He suddenly looks up at you. His eyes go to your belly. Back up to your eyes. He doesn't look disgusted?

"Are you hurting?" He asks. You shake your head. "Are you sure this is real?" He asks, leaning towards you a bit. You nod your head. "Yer pregnant.. with.." he whispers, looking at your belly. "Your baby." You finish for him, meeting eyes.

A few weeks later.. about 8 to be exact..

The lair was finally cleaned up and restored, which is good because the morning sickness hit you hard. You just lay and rested on the couch with a bucket, miserable. Mikey tried to cheer you up, but it didn't work. You just wanted this to be over. "Here, try this." You look up at Donnie offering you a small vile of liquid. You weakly grasp it, drinking it down. It only takes a few seconds to notice a great difference.

"Oh my God, Donnie.. thank you." You say quietly. You sit up, popping your back before standing and pulling down your pj shorts. Donnie gently leads you to the table where Mikey just sat down fresh pizza. As soon as you sit, you're pulled up again. You look up and meet eyes with Raphael, giving him a confused look. He places a pillow in your seat before sitting you back down. You can't help but smile. He's actually been really sweet towards you since..

"Yessss, gimme that sweet cheesey goodness!" Mikey says while digging in the pizza box. He passes the box around while Leo sits down, grabbing a slice. When you finish your second slice, you make a move to stand but Raph quickly puts his hand on your shoulder, holding you in place.

"Ya need'a eat more." He states, grabbing another slice and sitting it in front of you. You look from the slice, back up to him.

"I'm full." You simply say, earning a look from Raph.

"Baby aint." He says. You roll your eyes at him. "Just eat the damn pizza." He sighs. You also sigh, eating the slice. Maybe you weren't as full as you thought. "Don, you finish the thing so we can see the baby yet?" Raph asks, leaning back in his seat. The nerdy turtle swallows quickly, and smiles.

"In fact, I have. And I don't mean to brag, but I believe it's much more accurate than what you would get in a doctor's office." Donnie smiles. You're still getting prenatal care from an actual baby doctor, but extra care never hurts.

"Can I see the baby today?" You ask, getting nervous but excited as well. Donnie nods, mumbling an 'of course' as Mikey bounces in his seat.

"Dude, let me see the baby too!" Mikey shouts. You giggle at him.

"You can see, Mikey."

"After me." Raphael states harshly. You look up to him, raising a brow at his tone. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye. He chews his toothpick as he follows you to Donnie's lab, Mikey still sitting and finishing off the pizza with Leo. You lay on a long desk with a pillow behind your head as Donnie fools with the machine. Raphael towers over you, staring down at your belly before taking a seat, making him a bit above eye level with you. As the machine turns on, Donnie grabs a jelly like substance and raises your shirt. You don't miss Raph clenching his jaw.

"Okay, let's see.. female organs.." Donnie mumbles to himself as he rubs the jelly around your belly and presses a wand like thing to your lower belly. "AHA!" He shouts as an image pops up on the screen. Not entirely black and white. Not fuzzy, but clear.. "As if you're actually inside the womb, I knew it would be much more detailed." He says, proud of his invention. "Very strong heart rate. Seems developmentally on schedule. Aw, what a little shell." He coos, and you stare at the image. It really is Raph's baby.

"It's so small.." Raph says in awe, smiling at screen. Are his eyes watery?

"Actually, it's measurements are a bit bigger than most at this gestational age." Donnie says casually, getting different angles of the baby. "Most likely from the father." Donnie states playfully with a glance at Raph. You've never seen him smile so big before, immediately bringing a calming feeling over you as you smiled, too.

"Does it look healthy?" You asks, biting your lip. Donnie nods, double checking the heart rate.

Raph was always there when you got an ultrasound from Donnie. He always smiled looking at the baby on the screen. He was always helpful.. except for this exact moment. You're almost 5 months pregnant, finally have a noticeable bump.

"Move." You state, looking up at the red clad turtle blocking the door. He moved all your stuff, including yourself, into his bedroom weeks ago during the worst part of the morning sickness. He would always follow you to the bathroom, holding your hair for you. (He insists on sleeping on the mattress in the floor while you take his bed.) You've been procrastinating on getting stretchier pants for a week or so, and you were going to go out and buy some now but..

"Ya aint leaving. It's not safe for you, yer vulnerable." Raph states, not even moving an inch while you're pushing him as hard as you can. "Ain't gonna getcha anywhere, shorty." You sigh.

"Raph, I need more pants. These aren't really fitting anymore!" You pout up at him. "I have to go get some! And more socks.." you say quietly as you remember.

"Call April, I'll pay 'er back for em." His rough voice is low as he looks down at you. You pout again, earning a smirk and eye roll from him.

"I need to get them myself, I can't have you buying everything for me-"

"Sure ya can, shorty." Raph cuts you off, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You could just dress up and go with me.." you quietly suggest as he leads you into his gym, remembering when he went out in daylight in a disguise.

"Ya can just call April and stay ya ass here and stay safe." The irritation is clear in his voice. "Get some light cardio goin'." Raphael starts with his weights as you use the treadmill lightly, trying to stay healthy during this whole thing. You give into Raphael's 'suggestion' and ask April to get you some comfy maternity pants and clothes. She really is your best friend, and has stayed so supportive. When she arrives the next day your new wardrobe (she really went all out), you were so excited. Your favorite was a dark red sweater.

After having girl time with April, and another ultrasound (which included Raph) because she hadn't seen the baby yet, you and her made a plan. "I hope they go for it." You say as you walk into the busy living area where all four turtles were playing video games.

"I swear to God yer fuckin cheatin!" Raph growls at Mikey as he cowers away from his older brother.

"Dude I'm not, you just suck!" Mikey says, running behind April and picking her up as a shield. Your giggle catches Raph's attention, but you don't see it.

"So guys! Why don't we go to the farmhouse for a few days? Give this girl some time outside." April suggests while giving you a side hug. Mikey immediately agrees, followed by Donnie. Leo is indifferent, really. He could take it or leave it. Raph seems unsure.

"Please?" You beg, walking to where he now sits at the kitchen table. You're barely above his eye level with him sitting and you standing by his side.

"Dunno if it's gonna be safe." He states, drinking his orange crush. You sigh, putting your arms around his large shoulders.

"Pleeeeeease? Everyone's gonna be there, it'll be safe." You beg. He grunts in response. You squeeze him a bit, whispering a quiet 'please' while leaning your head against his. You hear a 'come on, Raph' from Donnie. You nuzzle him lightly while Mikey tells him to 'dude, it'll be fine'. Even April throws in a 'itll be fun'. You give a final pout as he caves.

"If ya really wanna go.." he says lowly. You smile so big and kiss his cheek, thanking him before you rush to go pack. You completely miss the blush on his face, but everyone else sees it.

"You really love her, dontcha dude?" Mikey asks casually, softly. Raph grunts and nods. "You can totally tell her." He suggests.

"Look at me, Mikey. I'm a freak. She's beautiful. And she's stuck havin' my kid. She never wanted that.. ain't gonna make it worse for her." Raph sighs through his nose before going to the gym to work through his negative feelings.

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[mrslittletall]

For the bad things happen bingo, Dragoneye with hair matted with blood (for Kala)? Thx (☆´3｀)

Prompt:Hair matted with bloodFandom:Dark SoulsCharacters:Black Dragon Kalameet/Hawkeye Gough, Dragon Slayer OrnsteinWordCount: 2.285AO3-Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/15153839/chapters/37326806

Written for @badthingshappenbingo​

(Author'snote: This ship is of course pretty much pure crack and also Iheadcanon Gough as being aro/ace, so it would best to view this storyas some kind of AU.

Itwas still interesting to dive into this ship and to write Kalameetfor the first time. I based his human form mostly on the wayModounbubble draws him, but added some of my own interpretations.)Light blue prompts have already been requested. You can request the unmarked prompts with a specific character in mind or the purple ones without a specific character in mind to get their position in the queue up.

Kalameet snuck through the hallway of the cathedral at late night. The black dragon had transformed into his humanoid form, he was hardly able to walk around in these halls in his dragon form.

Kalameet had preferred to be in his dragon form, but he was willing to take the sacrifice by turning into the form of a weak, puny human so that he could spend time with Gough.

Kalameet had a hard time understanding this humans. Chasing some of them around, setting some buildings on fire and they would completely lose their mind. He just wanted to have a bit fun. While most of the humans he had encountered ran away at his sight in terror, the ones in Anor Londo were a lot more brave. Even though they were still humans, they called themselves gods or divines. Kalameet knew perfectly that they once all were humans, they only learned to use the power of the lord souls and gained benefits. And because most of them pointed their weapons at him, there wasn't exactly a reason for Kalameet to like them.

But then there was Gough. The giant had been the only person to not point a weapon at the dragon, but actually had started to talk to him when Kalameet had rested from a hunt. And the black dragon quickly had took a liking to the gentle giant. He liked him even more than he first wanted to admit, until he couldn't take it anymore to wait for the rare visits and decided to come see Gough himself.

Kalameet's human form still had some features that could reveal his true self. He had very dark skin, unusual to see in Lordran, some sharp fangs and the one eye he was able to see with was red and had the slit pupil common for dragons. The one eye he couldn't see with he had patched up with an eye patch. It could fluctuate, but usually the right one was the blind eye.

Kalameet didn't enjoy to wear clothes, but he couldn't walk around naked in this form. Seath, who had been the one to show him how to perform the transform spell, had actually picked his outfit. Because of his exotic looks for this part of the world, the albino dragon had picked up an outfit which was worn by the desert folks. This contained of a long tunic made of silk that got down to his knees, some lose pants of the same material and a piece of cloth wrapped around his head in a fashion that was known as a turban. At least he didn't had to do anything with his hair and just could let the black curls flow down his back.

When Kalameet and Gough had first met, the giant had been the small one, being easily able to lean on him and Kalameet would sometimes fold his wing above the man and give him a blanket like this. In his human form, Kalameet was the small one and he greatly enjoyed burying his face into the giant's chest and just feeling secure in his embrace.

And to let them keep their relationship like this, it was important for Kalameet to not getting caught. So the dragon froze, when he heard a voice calling: “Halt! What are you doing at this time in the cathedral?”

Kalameet turned around his head and hissed. Of course it had to be the dragon slayer who found him. That one had a personal vendetta against Kalameet. A young, cocky dragon slayer had once challenged the black dragon and got burned reaaaally bad. Kalameet hadn't even bothered to kill the boy, but a slight regret rose in him now. The once young boy had grown into an experienced fighter and he wouldn't stand a chance escaping in his human form. Changing into his dragon form was of course out of the question. Also, Gough had told him, would he ever dare to lay a single finger on Anor Londo the giant would make sure that the dragon would never rise into the sky again. So there was nothing that Kalameet could do instead of maybe talking his way out of this.

Expect... he hadn't a single clue what he should say. He didn't had the wits of Seath. The dragon slayer had arrived at his location in the meantime and scanned him extensive.

“I have never seen you around here...”, the dragon slayer said, spear ready in his hand. “And walking around at this late hour? How did you even manage to come in here? Maybe you tried to steal something or you could be an assassin?”, he mused.

Kalameet decided to just not say anything at all. The best scenario for him was, that the dragon slayer would simply suspect him of thievery. He didn't had any weapons with him so it would be very likely. And because he actually hadn't stolen anything yet, he probably would just get kicked out of the cathedral, the place he wanted to be anyway. That was when the dragon slayer looked directly into his eye.

“Your eye!”, he gasped. Well, shit!

“I have the strong feeling, that you are not the one you pose as...”, the dragon slayer said, Kalameet could hear a slight growl in his voice. The knight had smelled something and it was the worst case scenario for Kalameet.

“We can to this the easy or the hard way. The easy way is, that you just let me get you to the dungeons.”, the dragon slayer raised his left hand and closed it around Kalameet's arm. “I probably don't have to say what the hard way is...”

Kalameet was in big trouble now. His hope was that Gough would notice that he didn't make it out of the cathedral and come search for him. Or that the dragon slayer would tell him about his capture in the night. For now, he had to comply.

“I follow you, you don't need to be rough...”, Kalameet said.

“So you aren't mute after all.”, the dragon slayer said and released the grip on his arm a tiny but, but not much. After a short walk, they had arrived at the dungeons where Kalameet was being pushed into a cell. And what he heard the dragon slayer say confirmed his worst thoughts.

“I have a strong suspicious that this person is a disguised dragon. More so, a very certain black dragon that has terrorized this land for decades now. I don't care what it takes, get him to turn.”

Gough had been fickle the whole day after Ornstein had told him in the morning which capture he had made. It had been really unlucky, that Kalameet had encountered Ornstein in the night. The dragon slayer was absolutely convinced that the man he had captured was indeed the black dragon he had a personal vendetta with. Gough not only feared that Kalameet's secret would come out but also what they would do to him to try and make him turn...

Gough would have so liked to just run to the cell where Kalameet was held, but he couldn't risk showing that he had a relationship with the supposed dragon, that would bring him and his position as a Knight of Gwyn in serious trouble. So the giant had no other choice then to attend to his duties, worrying himself sick.

It was the greatest relief when the night hit and the other knights including Ornstein decided to head to bed. After Gough had made sure that the hallways were empty, he hurried to the dungeons. After he had assured the guards that he had business there and that it was of utmost importance that they would stay quiet about his visit, he could enter. It didn't take him long to find the cell, where Kalameet was locked up. And the giant was met with a gruesome sight.

The dragon was lying on the floor of the cell, stripped of his clothes (at least they had the decency to let him keep his underwear), multiple wounds on his body, left arm clearly looking broken, the dark skin covered with bruises. His curly black hair was completely matted with blood from a big laceration at his head.

“Kalameet?”, Gough whispered. “What did they do to you?”

Kalameet lifted his head a little, spitting out a bit of blood. “Gough, you came...”, he whispered, voice hoarse. “They tried to make me turn. But I didn't.” The dragon grinned weakly at Gough, showing his fangs.

“Did they torture you...?”, Gough asked, voice starting to tremble.

The dragon pulled himself up, wincing. “Oh, I think, that shouldn't bend like this..”, he groaned after he noticed the broken arm. “Shit, in my dragon form that would have barely hurt...”

“You didn't answer my question.”, Gough said, voice and gaze stern. Kalameet sighed.

“When their magic didn't work, they tried using potions. When their potions didn't work they started to hurt me.” Kalameet looked at the wall of his cell. “Damn, Seath warned me not to get hurt while being transformed, it could be really dangerous to turn back now...” The black dragon hissed in pain.

“Why didn't you just turn and fly away?”, Gough raised his voice, his anger had gotten too big to care if anyone could hear him. Kalameet hissed again.

“And when I would have turned into a dragon, would I have ever been able to come back here?”, he said between clenched teeth. “I wouldn't have been able to see you ever again. What if they had found out what kind of relationship we had? Shit, ow...” Kalameet sank back to the cell floor again.

“Don't tell me... you did this for me? You were so worried that I could lose my privileges that you took torture in favour of turning and escaping...?”

Kalameet nodded, some blood from his hair dripping down.

“We need to get you out of here.”, Gough said. “When they continue this the next day I fear for your life.”

Kalameet mumbled: “I had worse.”

“Yes, but you aren't a dragon right now.”

“But how? We don't have the keys...”

“Don't underestimate me”, Gough said and pulled out a key ring with all sort of wooden keys on it. “I made copies of every key from the cathedral as practice and let me tell you, they work.” The giant searched the key ring until he found the one that was able to open Kalameet's cell. Once the door was open, Gough entered through the door to embrace Kalameet into his arms. Luckily, the dragon had been put into a giant's cell, so that it wasn't any trouble for Gough to fit in there. After he had picked Kalameet up, the dragon groaned in pain.

“That was pretty impressive, Hawkeye.”, Kalameet brought out. “But we still have to worry about the guards.”

“Don't you think this place has some illusionary walls and secret passages?”, Gough said and cradled Kalameet softly in his arms.

“But... there is still one problem...”, Kalameet sighed. “I can't walk like this.”

Gough carefully put Kalameet back onto the ground, making the dragon wince when his injuries got jostled. He then pulled a bottle out of his pocket. “This is a divine blessing, a potion made by the princess herself.”, he whispered. “It is possible to heal any injuries at once.”

Kalameet had pulled himself up again and leaned against Gough's leg. “But aren't these things incredibly rare?” Gough nodded. “And you are willing to give something so valuable up for me?”

“The time I can spend with you is much more precious than any potion in the world.”, Gough said and carefully picked up Kalameet again. “Now stop talking and drink up.” With that, the giant set the bottle on Kalameet's lips, carefully instilling the potion into the dragon's system.

The next few minutes Gough could practically watch how the wounds on Kalameet's body closed, how the broken bone mended back into place and how the bruises vanished. Only the crusted blood on his body and the fresh blood in his hair remained. Kalameet sighed in relief.

“That's feel much better.”, he said and snuggled himself against the big chest of the giant. The both of them stayed a few more minutes like this in comfortable silence until Gough got up putting Kalameet back on the ground.

“Let's go, but be quiet.”, he said. “I have to pass the guards on the way back, so I can't escort you into safety. Don't let yourself capture a second time.”

Kalameet nodded and followed Gough to a seemingly solid wall. The giant punched the wall and it disappeared into thin air revealing a secret corridor.

“Makes you wonder why they build a escape route right here.”, Kalameet said, leaning against the wall.

“For whatever the reason was, it can get you into safety now. Follow this corridor, it will get you out at a fireplace at one of the guest rooms. From there you can go on the balcony. From the balcony you can fly away, but better make sure, that nobody sees you.”

Kalameet started to walk towards the corridor, but stopped and turned back to Gough. He approached the giant. “Please kneel down.”, he said.

“Huh?”, Gough said, but obeyed. Kalameet walked directly in front of Gough, raised both hands to raise the helmet of the giant and pressed a kiss on his lips.

“I owe you one.”, he said and vanished into the corridor.(Author'snote: So, maybe you think Ornstein reacts a bit extreme here,especially for the way I write him, but please take note, Ornsteinhates Kalameet to the guts. He doesn't have any sympathy for him andwas practically convinced that he had captured Kalameet, at thing hehad dreamed about for years.Andwho where the people who tortured Kala? I am not so sure actually,but I guess the cathedral has some people who acts as torturers, Ilet you readers decided who it was.)

[writesaboutbangtan17]

what I found in you | 01

jungkook x reader slight angst, smut

12,820 words

a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(

~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you

     You had always liked living alone.

     There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.

     You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.

     Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.

     Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.

     He came with only his backpack, a few boxes full of clothes and books and things, three pairs of boots tied together and slung over his shoulder, and his PS4—he didn’t ask for help carrying any of it, just showed up outside your door with all of it piled up in his arms at once. Your guest bedroom already had a bed and a dresser for him, and you had saved up for a pretty nice TV in the living room, and that was all he needed otherwise.

     The first few weeks having a roommate were...different. Your cat seemed to like him, always disappearing into his room and deciding you were no longer worth her time. He kicked his shoes off right in front of the door for you to trip on every morning and every night, and even when he knew you were going grocery shopping, he never told you that he’d finished off the carton of milk or eggs.

     With Jungkook came all of his friends. There were six of them in particular who came around more than most, but you didn’t really mind them. Jin cooked for you, and Hoseok could never help himself from tidying up any of the common living areas; Taehyung was nice to look at, you’d never met anyone kinder than Jimin, and Yoongi kept them all in check; Namjoon was fine as long as he sat on the couch and didn’t touch anything the whole time he was over. Your apartment was never without one or two of them, and now you always had to wear pants.

     But he washed his own dishes and never asked you to turn your music down, so as long as he was taking a load off of your bills, you would survive. Jungkook never did tell you why he had so desperately, immediately needed a place to stay, and you never thought to ask why none of his other friends would take him in.

     It took two months for you to start figuring that out for yourself.

     You’d been living with him for nine weeks the first time it happened.

     The first year in your graduate program was kicking your ass, but by the grace of God you had crawled beneath your covers before 2 A.M. and your only plans for tomorrow were to sleep in until noon, order a pizza, and lay in bed all day.

     At least that was the plan until your eyes popped open at the sound of whatever the fuck coming from outside your door and down the hall. The alarm clock on your bedside table told you that it was 3:24 A.M. It took a minute for your consciousness to wade through the swampy, dreamy haze and register exactly what the unholy noise filling up what should have been your dead silent apartment was.

     “Naaants ingonyama bagithi baba!”

     He’d been watching The Lion King when you got home from work.

     “Jeon Jungkook, do you want to die!?” You screeched, throwing your comforter off of your legs and wobbling on your feet in a half-asleep stupor as you pursued the object of your despair. His singing only got louder after you shoved your door open and let it slam against the wall, and you started a list in your head of the all the easiest ways you could kill him and who you could call to help get rid of the body.

     Jimin was probably your best option. He’d been looking for any good reason to attack Jungkook since he’d needed him to come get something off of a high shelf in your kitchen a couple of days ago, and Jungkook had called him a “little nugget.”

     The sound of his voice brought you stumbling into the living room, where he sat on the couch in the dark, screaming the lyrics so hard he must have been hurting himself instead of singing at this point. You smacked blindly against the wall, relieved to feel a switch and flicking it upwards. The room filled with soft yellow light from overhead, and Jungkook’s “singing” stopped as suddenly as it had begun. He slowly turned to look at you with those doe eyes, shining with the most glaringly insincere innocence and remorse.

     “Oh, sorry noona, did I wake you?”

     You blinked at him once, twice, and let him believe for a moment that you wouldn’t actually do him any bodily harm.

     “I’m going to castrate you,” you answered him quietly, and then lunged, tackling him back into the couch cushions. With the advantage of being on top, you reached down to wrap both of your hands around his neck.

     “Who do you think you are!” You demanded, keeping the pressure on his throat light, “I let you live here and this is how you repay me, you brat!” Jungkook just laughed as his much larger hands wrapped around your wrists and easily pried you off of him, before shifting his upper body weight to his shoulders and lifting his hips.

     “What are you—oomph,” you were cut off as your back hit the carpet, realizing just a moment too late that Jungkook had rolled the two of you onto the floor and now had you pinned beneath him. He was holding your arms down by your head with an iron grip, and your legs were trapped between his absurdly meaty thighs, and you could barely move. You’d have to go into his room and throw all his weights out the window next time he went out and left you—

     “It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all!” He’d leaned in so close to you that the tips of your noses brushed. It was easy to ignore the heat on your cheeks at his close proximity when you could smell the...peanuts and chili peppers on his breath.

     “Jeon Jungkook, were you eating my Chinese food again?!”

     There, on the coffee table, was your previously half-eaten quart of kung pao chicken. You knew it was yours because you had taken special care to write your initials on every side of it, and the top and even the bottom—you’d noticed Jungkook had a special talent for eating everything that wasn’t explicitly yours, but obviously wasn’t his, that way he could talk himself out of it if he got caught.

     You’d been so excited to eat that for lunch tomorrow, and Jungkook was just giggling at the frown that pulled your lips down low on your face.

     His offenses on the night were just piling up, but up to that point had been reasonably forgivable. Then he took it one step further, moving both of your wrists into just one of his hands and stabbing two fingers right into your ribs.

     Your involuntary peals of distressed laughter rang through the room, knocking off the ceiling and the walls and surrounding the both of you. If the way the corners of Jungkook’s lips quirked up was any indication, he was enjoying your pain and suffering. He knew exactly where to jab and poke to make you scream.

     “Jung...kook!...please, I...I-I’m fucking begging you, you.....you fuck...fucking demon!” Getting any words in around the heaves that had once been laughs, trying to suck oxygen back in and relieve your aching lungs, was no simple task. Jungkook did stop, finally, but his eyes were narrowed and his lip curled and you knew that he wasn’t done torturing you just yet.

     “What did you call me? A demon? Noona, that’s just mean,” he mocked you, “now where else are you ticklish...behind your knee, right?” He leaned back to cup your calf in his hand, then ghosted his touch up your leg, leaving goosebumps behind his fingertips’ trail. You thrashed to the side to get away from him, and realized that his stance had opened up the space between his thighs just so—you jerked your leg up with every intention of kneeing him in the balls and leaving him infertile, but Jungkook was quick, sitting back down on your legs with all of his weight to stop you.

     His move backfired.

     A moan ripped through the night.

     Your leg was trapped, still wedged between his thighs, and dug hard into the dick hidden in his sweatpants. You could feel it twitch against your knee.

     “Oh, fuck,” Jungkook wheezed, both of his hands immediately letting you go as he clambered up and backed away. You couldn’t look him in the eye, so you turned your head towards the TV. The cable box read 4 A.M. So much for your night of tranquil, undisturbed rest.

     “I, uh,” he started and immediately stopped, smart enough to know there was nothing he could say that wouldn’t make the situation even more embarrassing for either of you. You just dipped a nod down at him, then stood and rushed back down the hall to your bedroom. As you passed him, you noticed from the corner of your eye that he had to cover the beginnings of an erection with his hands.

     It was a sight that kept you up the rest of the night.

     Your phone rang at 7 A.M., and it was your boss calling you into work at the last minute because one of your co-workers was sick. You scratched ‘order a pizza and lay in bed all day’ off the mental two-item list of things you’d needed to maintain the appearance of sanity as you wandered around your room, somehow stepping out of it in your uniform with your hair and teeth brushed. You were barely conscious as you dragged yourself downstairs and to your car—you didn’t know how you made it to work or back in one piece.

     Jungkook made himself scarce for the next few days, for which you were thankful. Between your rage at him for stealing away what would have been your first and last peaceful night of the semester and your mortification at violating him, it was best that you didn’t have to see him for a little while. Eventually you willed yourself to forget about the whole thing, and sooner rather than later, things around the apartment went back to normal.

     Some people say things always get worse before they get better, but in your experience, things always got better before they became dramatically worse.

     After knowing him for two years and living with him for several months, you were shocked that there were still things for you to learn about Jungkook. It was mostly little things, like how he hated black olives (he refused to eat a pizza you brought home for dinner even after pulling off all the little slivers, as if the taste of them would linger over the cheese and sauce) or how he knew all the words to every Britney Spears song you could demand that he sing (at 3 A.M., instead of Disney renaissance movie soundtracks).

     Some of these new discoveries excited you, some terrified you, some made you angry or sad or happy or confused, but none had ever affected you quite as much as when you found out that Jungkook could dance.

     Jimin was one of the top performers in his university’s ballet program, and Hoseok taught at a local studio and performed with a street crew, but Jungkook had never done anything outside of his shitty retail job and graphic design major that enlightened you to his secret talent. It was possible you never would have found out if Hoseok hadn’t come around pounding on your door one morning, ranting and raving about a competition his crew wanted to enter with a hefty monetary prize on the line, but was one member short of being qualified for.

     That was where Jungkook came in.

     You had already told Hoseok you’d go see him at the competition, but your eyes were on Jungkook the whole time. With only a few weeks of practice, he outshone almost everybody he danced alongside. You knew Jungkook was good at everything that he tried to do, but this was more than that—you were clearly watching him do something that he was meant to do.

     He stepped out for somebody else to fill the spot after the competition, but he started going to Hoseok’s studio a couple nights a week after that, dancing with his friends just for fun. It was a simple story—he’d been on a dance team in high school, they’d won their fair share of championships and Jungkook had considered studying dance in college, but in the end had dropped it in pursuit of something more realistic. It broke your heart to hear that he just didn’t think he was good enough at it, when you had seen so clearly otherwise with your own two eyes.

     As sympathetic as you were, that didn’t keep you from being annoyed when Jungkook brought dancing home. Of all places, he made his own studio out of the kitchen, and especially liked to gyrate and twirl around in the tight space when it was occupied by somebody (usually Jin) trying to cook around his choreography. There had been lots of close calls with Jin having to duck underneath an incoming dab as he carried a pot of pasta and scalding water to the sink to drain, or struggling to get around Jungkook attempting to spin on his shoulders on the floor to get to a pan of something burning on the stove.

    Jungkook never found anything wrong with all of this, of course. When he asked where else he was supposed to dance, and you suggested literally anywhere else, he’d just pat your head as he insisted there was nowhere else in the house with enough space and decent flooring. He couldn’t spin on his shoulders on the living room carpet, obviously.

     Four months to the day after Jungkook moved in, the dancing epidemic reached its breaking point. It was his 21st birthday, and even though he wanted to throw a wild party or go club hopping all night, it fell on a Tuesday. None of his friends felt like partying after a long day at school or work, before another long day of school or work. He’d spent hours moping when he realized this, and was just barely pacified by the compromise that you’d have a nice dinner that night, instead, and then you’d all take him out that weekend.

     He’d accepted this, but only with whines and stomps of his feet.

     You weren’t much of a cook, but found yourself sauteing beef at the stove regardless, as Jin bustled around behind you, throwing a dash of salt into this and giving that a vicious stir and overall acting like preparing this meal was the most stressful, grueling thing he’d ever had to do. He’d cooked for you and Jungkook dozens of times, but that night he was holding himself to a different standard—under no circumstances could he disappoint his youngest and most precious dongsaeng.

     “Is it almost done?” Namjoon asked from the doorway, but before he could set foot over the threshold, Jin had spun around and was whipping the towel he’d had thrown over his shoulder at him.

     “Put your hands up! Take three steps back! Don’t touch anything!” The younger man relented, settling back deep into the hallway. Jin turned back to whatever he was mixing, mumbling manically to himself about trying to cut onions with the blunt side of a knife and catching ovens on fire and accidentally getting pancakes stuck on the ceiling.

     There was a strict no Namjoon in the kitchen rule for many good reasons.

     “Ok, well, Jungkook is on his third beer already,” Namjoon had to half-shout so you could hear him, and his statement was punctuated by a bellowing yeeeeeaaaaah, boooooy! from the living room. The boys had agreed to indulge Jungkook in a Mario Kart tournament, and were all graciously letting him win every round—the drunker he got, the less obvious that was and the more taunting and ruthless he became.

     “Keep him under control!” Jin snapped, “We are not dying in here just for him to pass out in the soup!” You had decided to make the seaweed soup yourself when Jungkook told you it was the first birthday he’d be spending away from his parents, and his mom had given you her recipe over the phone that morning. He’d been pleasantly absent from the kitchen while you soaked the seaweed, marinated the beef, and made a stock, but you knew he’d be in there sooner or later in his best attempts at ruining everything.

     “He just keeps screaming that he’s an adult and he’ll call the cops if we don’t let him have another beer,” Namjoon informed him, “and Taehyung keeps giving him shots of tequila, and I think Jimin was drunk before he even got here and he keeps trying to make out with Yoongi, pretty sure Hoseok is getting ready to fight him.” Jin immediately threw down his rag and started untying the knot keeping his apron on around his waist.

     “You’re hopeless, Joon,” Jin sighed, “it’s like I’m raising these kids all on my own!” Then he was brushing past him into the living room in an attempt to temper the situation, Namjoon was hurrying after him, and you were left alone—with your pan of beef, three different pots on the stove, several bowls of mysterious concoctions scattered across the counter, two dishes in the oven...

     There was yelling from the direction the pair had gone, hysterical laughter, the sound of someone being choke slammed into the floor, and then silence...until Chris Brown was blasting through the apartment. Cold dread sliced down your spine as you knew exactly what was coming next, eyes darting one way and then the other, surveying your surroundings for something, anything you could use to block the one way into the kitchen.

     But then a pot was boiling over, a timer was going off on the other side of the kitchen, and Jin was yelling at you, “Y/N, take the cake out of the oven now!” It was as you were backing up with the cake in your hand that you sensed it, and when you turned to place the cake on the counter, there was he was body rolling by the sink.

     “That looks good, noona,” Jungkook purred at you, and you sent a quick prayer to whatever higher power was watching over you for help dealing with him drunk. He didn’t drink much, and usually when he did, he ended up staying with one of the boys, so this was new territory for you.

     “You know I like dancing in here,” he said, as if you needed the reminder, “are you gonna say that I can’t? On my birthday?” You gathered the strength to ignore him as you took the icing from where Jin had placed it in the fridge and began to spread it over the vanilla cake, wondering when the older boy would return, hoping he wasn’t reffing an actual fist fight in your living room. There were breakables in there.

     You kept your eyes trained on the task at hand, but could sense Jungkook twerking in your direction from your peripheral vision.

     “Oh, god, here he is,” Jin moaned as he came back into the kitchen, bee lining for his jajjangmyeon simmering on the stove, “don’t come near me, Jungkook, I swear to God.” The birthday boy paid no mind to his hyung—all of his concentration was on undulating at your side, and when the cake was properly iced and you had turned back to your soup, he took up the spot behind you and...starting grinding.

     Against your ass.

     He’s drunk! It’s his birthday! Your brain screamed at you, but you couldn’t decide if either of those were reasons to make him stop or to just let him keep going. “Nooooona, dance with me...” He whined into your ear, placing both of his hands on your waist and trying to move your body against his. You shot up another quick prayer that Jin didn’t look at the two of you.

     “I can’t dance, Kookie,” you said in a soft voice, but still let him move your hips as he pleased, “I’m trying to cook.” He had moved so close you could feel his rising body heat through both of your shirts, and his nose was trailing up the curve of your neck, nudging behind your ear...damn Taehyung and those shots of tequila. You were going to kill him the next time you saw him sober.

     “Jungkook, where’d you go!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear—Taehyung burst into the kitchen with Jimin hot on his heels, a disinterested Yoongi and a stoic Hoseok trailing behind them. Namjoon was nowhere to be seen, probably because Jin would just kick him out again, anyways.

     “Oooh, he’s d-dancing with Y/N,” Jimin cooed, or tried to coo but was interrupted by a hiccup. The idiot could barely stand up straight as he leaned his entire weight against Taehyung’s back. “Kitchen dance party!” Taehyung announced, twirling around to wind his arms around Jimin, and the pair began to perform an elaborate waltz on the other side of the island from you and Jungkook.

     You were never letting those two back into your apartment.

     Hoseok seemed appeased, forcing Yoongi into a half-tango-half-dance-battle, and you were at least relieved that they were all so busy with each other they didn’t notice what you immediately did—the feeling of Jungkook growing hard against you.

     ABORT MISSION, you screamed internally, MUST EXTRICATE MYSELF FROM THIS SITUATION AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. But figuring out how to get away from him without any of the other five boys in the kitchen noticing his semi and raining a hellfire of teasing and shame upon the two of you was no easy task.

     “It’s ok, noona,” Jungkook sighed over your shoulder, and his boozy breath fanned out over your chest, “just daaance with meee...”

     It was definitely not ok.

     “Oh, Y/N, your seaweed soup looks really good!” Jin suddenly popped up at your side, seemingly unperturbed by Jungkook’s dance moves—the glossy look in his eyes signaling he had totally mentally checked out, the stress pushing him into a numb subspace devoid of any fucks towards the grinding going on. “Give Jungkookie a taste!” This sounded like the absolute last thing you wanted to do, the worst thing you could do, but without a good excuse not to, you slowly twisted around with a spoonful of soup and held it upwards without daring to look at Jungkook’s face.

     The weight of the soup on the spoon stayed as it was, and Jin laughed, “How are you supposed to get it in his mouth if you won’t even look at him,” and you immediately regretted it when you did. There was something in his eyes that you had never seen there before—something dark, predatory. His pupils were blown wide and the moment your head tilted upwards at him, he was scanning your whole face before his eyes dipped down to observe every curve of the rest of you.

     Just as you had decided to make a break for it and leave Jungkook to deal with the humiliation of his erection all on his own, he finally leaned forward and wrapped his tongue around the spoon, sucking it into his mouth. His gaze pierced directly into yours again as he licked every drop off of it and then some, watching the way your breathing picked up in response to the way his tongue moved.

     “Uh, Y/N, are you alright?” You didn’t even realize your jaw was dropped, eyes were wide, and chest was heaving until Hoseok had twirled Yoongi over to you and was staring at the scene before him in equal parts concern and disgust. The spell was broken as the spoon popped out of Jungkook’s mouth, and you dropped it to the floor with a clatter so both of your hands were free to shove him away.

     “No!” You cried, slipping behind him to put more space between yourself and your drunk, hot, ridiculously fucking irritating roommate, “I mean, yes, I’m fine! Fuck, I just—I just remembered I, I left something at work. Uh, my—my notes for that paper I was telling you about, I have to go get them. Right now.” None of the sober men pressed you about the obvious lie, Jin just rolling his eyes and tending to your soup, cursing Jungkook under his breath and probably Namjoon, too, finding some way to blame this whole mess on him.

     Yoongi just watched you back out of the kitchen with a knowing smirk, and Hoseok was pushing Jungkook out into the hallway, but he kept his eyes on you until you rounded the corner out of his line of sight. Air raced back into your lungs—you hadn’t realized how hard it had been to breathe for the past fifteen minutes.

     “Have fun doing whatever, Y/N! See you later!” Taehyung called out, sticking his head into the entrance way and observing you rushing out the door with your jacket half on and your shoes hanging off of your fingers. You narrowed your eyes at him and ripped the bottle of tequila out of his hand, essentially cutting the younger boys off for the night.

     “I hope you’re ready to die the next time I see you,” you said and slammed the door shut before he could say anything more.

     As always, Taehyung and Jimin had both left their doors to your shitty old car unlocked after you picked them up, so even though you’d left without your keys, you could still hole yourself up in the backseat for a few hours. You drowned yourself in what was left of the tequila, hoping it’d make you forget the feeling of Jungkook’s hardness against your ass, but had no such luck.

     In the end, you just drunkenly rubbed one out. The orgasm was less than satisfying, with your focus divided between wondering how that hardness would feel between your legs, trying to imagine literally anything else, and keeping an eye out for anyone wandering around the parking lot. As inebriated as you were, you still didn’t want anyone to catch you masturbating in your car. You were pretty sure you could be arrested for that.

     At least getting off put you to sleep, and sleeping helped pass the time. It was obnoxious pounding on your rear windshield that brought you back to half consciousness, and Jin was holding his phone up to the glass so you could see that it was past midnight already.

     “I thought you’d go to a friend’s place or something,” you heard Yoongi’s voice from behind him, “this is just sad.” He wasn’t wrong about that. You threw the door open and stumbled out onto the asphalt, letting Hoseok put an arm around you to keep you on your feet and lead you over to his car.

     “The kids are passed out in your living room, so you can stay with me tonight, if you want,” he offered, but didn’t wait for a yes or no before dumping you into his passenger’s seat.

     The last thing you remembered was somehow getting the seat belt around your body and clicked into place before you woke up in his bed the next morning. You looked a complete mess, of course, as you met Hoseok in the kitchen where a bowl of cereal and several pills awaited you. He helped you pat down your hair and gave you a change of clothes, but you drew the limit at him saying he’d drive you back home. Hoseok was too nice for his own good.

     You spent the entire Uber ride home begging whatever entity would listen to let the three stooges still be asleep when you got home, and for once luck was on your side. Taehyung was passed out in Jimin’s lap, and they were both draped across Jungkook’s back on the floor. It was a sight that would have warmed your heart if you didn’t hate them all so much.

     You tiptoed through the living room and let out a breath of relief when you were behind the safety of your locked bedroom door. I can totally stay in here forever, you thought, what do I really need outside of this room? Food and water be damned, survival was not worth having to face Jungkook ever again. You could probably have anything you needed delivered by drone to your window until he moved out.

     Unfortunately, in the real world there was still work and school to worry about, but you managed to sneak around your roommate for the next few days. Half the time he had school and work himself, but you had to give up fifty dollars that you really couldn’t afford to bribe Taehyung and Jimin into abducting him and keeping him busy whenever he had any free time.

     For some reason, you had yourself convinced that if you made it to the weekend without seeing him, somehow, everything would reset. He’d go out clubbing with the boys, as promised, get blackout drunk and spend the night with one of them, and by the time he came to on Sunday morning, there could be no way he’d remember the kitchen grinding incident. It all made sense in your head.

     Of course, that all went to shit, as things normally did since Jungkook moved in and his friends invaded your life. It was Hoseok who showed up on Saturday evening, after Jungkook had left with the twin terrors and you were in your pajamas already. He said he was cashing in the favor you owed him after he had helped you out on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning.

     “Technically, I don’t owe you anything since I didn’t ask for your help,” you pointed out as he let himself in and rushed to your bedroom.

     “And I technically saw you looking at Jungkook like you wanted to eat him alive,” Hoseok shot back, freezing you in your doorway. He was already in your closet, throwing your comfy sweaters and mom jeans this way and that.

     “Holy shit, you’ve never tried to look sexy in your life, have you,” but he was mumbling to himself, and it wasn’t a statement worthy of an answer, anyways.

     “I did not want to...I’m not attracted to Jungkook,” you said, a moment too late for it to sound like it was true, “I want to lock him in his room and ground him for the next several months for being gross and stupid on Tuesday, and that’s it.” Hoseok hummed back in fake agreement, before backing up out of your clothes with a pink maxi dress slung over one forearm and a black baby doll dress over the other.

     “It’s so sad that these are the only two things you own that make you look younger than, like, 35,” he said, “just put one on so we can go.”

     “Go where,” you hissed, grabbing them both and throwing them onto your bed, “I was actually about to go to sleep, so, if you don’t mind—”

     “Go out with us, obviously,” Hoseok dropped down beside the dresses, grabbing a pillow to hopefully smother himself to death with. Instead, he just squished it underneath his head to make himself more comfortable as he waited.

     And waited, and waited. You just stared at him like he’d grown a second eyeball in the middle of his forehead or like he’d turned purple or something.

     “That’s really funny,” you finally said after several moments of waiting for him to let you in on the joke, “unless you point a gun to my head, that’s not happening.” You stepped towards your door to let him out, but on second thought—

     “Actually, I think I’d rather let you shoot me than go out with you guys, so I don’t think there’s anything you could do to get me out of this apartment tonight.” You hadn’t known Hoseok for long, but the sight of him frowning just seemed so...wrong. Like his face wasn’t really his face any longer, like nothing in the world would ever be decent and good again if he didn’t start smiling again, or at least stop doing...whatever his lips were doing.

     “Why do you even want me to go?!” You relented, at least a little bit—if he had a good enough reason, you’d give him a second of consideration. He immediately brightened up at your slightest budging.

     “Well there’s this girl from the studio who I asked to come with,” he started, and you had already checked out again. Jungkook’s friends’ girl problems were not your concern. Still, you let him finish, “but she wasn’t really comfortable coming with just me and the guys, so I told her that you’d be there. This is my shot, I’ve been waiting months to ask her out!”

     You knew telling him no would get him to make that weird, horrible, sad face again, but it had to be done—”Also, if you don’t come, I’m gonna tell everyone about how you masturbated in your car on Tuesday night.”

     And you had thought Hoseok was a nice guy.

     “Yeah, I saw that,” he told you, “Jin made me go check on you when he saw you left your keys. Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything, just your hand in your pants and you practically screaming Jungkook’s name. It was like, a gross hot? If you know what I mean?” Your dad had tried to convince you to buy a weapon when you moved away from home, and now was the first time since then that you wished you had. Anything to seriously maim the man sitting on your bed would have been welcomed.

     Things were bad enough with the kitchen grinding incident. If Jungkook knew about the sad car masturbating, you’d really have to kick him out or end your own lease to get away from him, neither of which were valid, realistic options.

     “Fuck you,” you spat at him, “get out so I can change.” He skipped out into the living room, screaming and clapping along the way, but when you shut your door he was back up on it screeching about which dress you should wear.

     “The pink one is like a muumuu!” He insisted, “You can’t dance in that! Guys will literally run away from you if you wear it!” That almost made you want to wear the damn thing, but in the end, you walked out of your room in the black dress. You might not have if the pink dress had still fit you, but you had bought it three summers ago and it had barely fit you then, back when you cared at least a little bit about your body, before Jungkook and graduate school took away your will to live.

     “I wore this to two funerals,” you told Hoseok as he looked at you and sighed in distaste, “I’ve never worn it anywhere else.” He grabbed your hair and pulled it up over your ears on both sides, then grabbed your nose to twist your face in every direction, inspecting each inch of you with critical eyes.

     “You couldn’t tease your hair or even put on eyeliner or something?”

     “I brushed it and I covered up the big zit on my forehead. That’s all you’re getting, asshole,” and with that you were out the door and into Hoseok’s car, again, ruminating on why it couldn’t have been Jin or even Yoongi who let you crash at their place on Tuesday night. Yoongi would have been an ass about it, and never let you forget that he helped you that one time, but at least you wouldn’t be about to go into this club in a dress you’d bought because your great grandma died and high heels your mother had made you buy once that you literally never wore, having to face Jungkook for the first time since he fucking made you wet in the kitchen.

     It occurred to you then that letting Jungkook move into your apartment was probably the worst mistake you’d ever made, and it was one you’d be paying for for a long time, you were sure.

     “Something about this is...very wrong,” was the first thing any of the boys said when Hoseok dragged you over to the table they’d occupied. You allowed yourself a brief moment of comfort at the fact that there were only five of them there—Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, for now at least.

     “You look kind of hot,” Namjoon reassured you with a wink, or he thought he was being reassuring, then grunted when Seokjin violently elbowed him in the ribs.

     “I mean, you look nice,” he tried again, and Jin nodded in approval.

     “Y/N, this is Seulgi,” Hoseok said, gesturing to the one girl pressed against Jimin’s side, “Seulgi! This is my friend Y/N that I was telling you about!” She looked miserable as Hoseok brought you to her attention, and her face brightened only just at the sight of the one other girl she had been promised would be there.

     “We’re going to the bathroom,” she said with no preamble, just scooted out of her chair, grabbed your arm, and dragged you away from the group.

     The night was off to a great start.

     “I’m sorry about that,” she said, only after pulling both of you into one dirty stall together, “I know you’re friends with all those guys, but the blonde one has been quizzing me on Hobi trivia for the past half hour, and Tweedledum and Tweedledee were having a burping contest when I first got here and,” she took a deep breath,

     “I felt like I was actually going crazy for a minute there. I know Hoseok likes me, and he’s a nice guy but,” another deep breath, “I think the scary one would kill me if I laid a single finger on him. Not to mention,” another deep breath, “I have to see Jimin at the studio every couple days and he’d never let me live it down if we hooked up. And the birthday boy did like five shots when someone mentioned you were coming, so good luck with that.”

     You thought it all over in your head—Taehyung and Jimin had a burping contest like the idiots they were, Yoongi didn’t want Hoseok dating this girl, and Jungkook was obviously purposely avoiding you. That was fine.

     “The birthday boy can kiss my ass,” you said, for some reason. All you’d meant to do was introduce yourself and say it was nice to meet her, but for a second there, your mouth clearly had a mind of its own.

     “I’ve seen him dancing with like, any girl he could spot with a C-cup,” Seulgi added, and you would have immediately sought him out to give him a good spanking for being so shallow and gross if the idea of spanking him didn’t seem so kinky now.

     “We live together,” you informed her, and got the pat on the shoulder of pity and attempted comfort that you were looking for. Seulgi didn’t seem so bad, you could tell why Hoseok liked her.

     You let her lead you back out to the table, from which all but Yoongi and Taehyung had disappeared. Taehyung was already out cold, and Yoongi was scrolling through his phone with his earbuds in, entirely uninterested in anything going on around him. You wished you gave as few fucks about everything as he did.

     There were two shots on the table of God only knew what, and even though one was clearly meant for her, Seulgi let you take both of them before she dragged you out onto the dance floor. By no means could you dance, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try. At least you couldn’t embarrass yourself as much as Namjoon did, flapping around beside Jin, who had the decency to do nothing more than sway left and right. You knew he could pull out some truly terrible dance moves, but apparently wouldn’t do so in public.

     “Of course you don’t know how to move your hips,” Hoseok groaned as he came up behind Seulgi, “let’s show her, yeah?” And the two of them were immediately caught up in the own world, rubbing and writhing against each other without a care in the world. Your job was complete, as far as you were concerned.

     The music was only mildly shitty, so you just kept dancing for awhile. A few times you were joined by a guy, only to have them duck out as soon as they realized you wouldn’t give them a handjob or go have a quickie in the bathroom. For the most part, you were alone, and Jimin got you a drink that you couldn’t identify but it tasted damn good, and you hadn’t seen Jungkook at all, so it wasn’t that bad. You’d even go as far as to say you were having fun.

     “There he goes again,” you heard Seulgi’s voice in your ear for the first time in what seemed like hours, as she directed your attention to a certain doe-eyed, ruffly-haired young man making out with a cute blonde on the other side of the dance floor. Frankly, you were just relieved he wasn’t harassing you again, the last thing you needed was his dick grinding against your ass and—

     “Hey, let’s not break the fancy cups,” Hoseok said, grabbing your hand and easing the fingers that you didn’t even realize had tightened threateningly around the stem of your glass. You let him take it away from you, as your eyes were fixated on the obscene sight. Jungkook was squeezing her ass, grinding into her front-to-front, pulling away from her lips to trail his nose up her jaw until his lips found her ear to nip at just so—and then he was looking right at you.

     You immediately spun on your heel, rushing back in the general direction you could remember the table being to find your purse and leave. I just don’t want him to come over and say anything about Tuesday night, you thought, but it left a sour taste in your mouth, knowing it was only half the truth.

     “I’ll take you home,” you heard Seulgi say as you found the table and pulled your purse over your shoulder. You hadn’t even realized she was following you.

     “Don’t let me ruin your night, I’m fine, I’m just tired,” you lied through your teeth, but Seulgi laughed humorlessly, “The night was ruined before you got here, don’t worry about it, I’m ready to leave, too.”

     You agreed to wait by the table as Seulgi went to tell Hoseok goodbye, only hoping that Jungkook wouldn’t find his way over before you could escape. Yoongi had finally taken his eyes off of his phone and was watching you with narrowed, calculating eyes.

     “You’re in deep,” he eventually sighed, “me too.”

     “Seulgi’s nice,” was the only thing you could think of to say. Yoongi just shrugged before he was looking back at whatever on his phone screen.

     “Okay, let’s go!” And then she was back, and she was once again dragging you onto the dance floor, but this time in service of getting to the exit as quickly as possible. As much as you tried to distract yourself by looking at anything or anybody else, you couldn’t help but glance over in the direction you’d last seen Jungkook.

     He was still making out with that girl.

     He didn’t care that you were there, at all.

     Laying in bed that night, you came to the conclusion that he must not have remembered the kitchen grinding incident. It wouldn’t be a shock with how drunk he was if he couldn’t remember anything from Tuesday night. It would be just like him to forget all about it and leave you to deal with the embarrassment and misery on your own. Now that you thought about it, you figured that if Jungkook had remembered he would have been outside your door begging you to forgive him and not kick him out the next morning. He knew what the boundaries of your relationship were, and rubbing his dick on you on purpose far overstepped them.

     Things around the apartment changed. Obviously, Jungkook was unhappy with you, if the way he stopped making sure to leave leftovers for you and ignored you when you said good morning to him and erased all your saved TV shows was any indication. And you were mad at him, as well, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. All you knew was that whenever you saw him, there was a heat building in your chest threatening to spill over. You weren’t even sure what you’d do if it did.

     Eighteen weeks after Jungkook moved into your apartment, you found out.

     There was an unspoken rule that Sunday nights were your night. Jungkook was always quieter than usual, let you decide what was for dinner and monopolize the bathroom and have free, uninterrupted TV use. Even when your friendship with him was virtually nonexistent at this point, he still respected that.

     That is until you stepped out into the hall after a long bath one Sunday evening and were immediately welcomed back to reality by Jungkook screaming expletives in the living room. Something about Reaper escaping his Deadeye.

     The music and sounds of Overwatch, including Jungkook’s frustrated yells or cries of victory, had more or less become the soundtrack to your life over the past four and a half months. Normally, you wouldn’t have minded, but Jungkook had been an asshole for the past two weeks and today was your day.

     “Hey, it’s Sunday,” you called out, to no response, of course. It was vague, but Jungkook knew exactly what you meant. If he was smart, he would have just turned the game off and gone to his room—it would have saved the two of you a lot of trouble. Too bad that, at least for today, Jungkook was pretty dumb.

     “Did you hear me? I said it’s Sunday,” you repeated as you stomped into the living room, and feasted your eyes upon the sight of shirtless Jungkook sitting on top of the coffee table, eyes glued to the TV screen. We eat on that coffee table, you hissed in your head, and even from the angle you were at, you could see too many stains of only-God-knew-what on his dirty sweatpants. Probably cum, and hot sauce. The little shit was getting cum, hot sauce, and farts all over your coffee table.

     He still didn’t answer you, he didn’t acknowledge your presence at all. He couldn’t bear to so much as jerk his head in your direction. The heat in your chest was flaring and licking up your throat.

     “I’m talking to you, asshole,” you barked, taking a few more steps in until you were standing directly behind him, closely watching the way he played with his whole body. All he had to do was move his fingers, but he was leaning to the left as if that’d help him get a better view of a player shooting at him from above, throwing his arms as if he was actually dodging an attack. For a moment, you were transfixed by his shoulder blades shifting, deltoid muscles stretching beneath his taut skin. The heat in your chest spread down between your ribs until it was brewing in the pit of your belly.

     “Well I’d appreciate it if you’d fucking stop,” Jungkook snapped back, and for you, the world froze. You could barely remember now, the shy sophomore who could barely look you in the eye for months when you first started tutoring him, who would run ahead to open every door for you and bring you coffee, who worshiped the ground you walked on. He had changed so much.

     You planted a hand on each side of his firm, wide shoulders and shoved with all your strength. Jungkook was spinning around to face you, but it was too late—he was falling backwards onto the floor, yelping and flailing his limbs, trying to find a place to plant his hands and catch himself. Instead, he landed on his back and rolled ass over head. The satisfaction as you watched one of his feet catch and unplug the PS4’s power cord from the wall was unrivaled.

     And then the room was silent. Jungkook was on the ground and you were leaning over the coffee table to stare down at him, your lips quirked just so. His face was pressed into the carpet, you could just barely see his torso lifting with each breath. “Stay down there, will you,” you sighed at him, and reached for the remote.

     He moved with a swiftness you didn’t know he possessed, jumping onto his feet and grabbing your wrist in a grip so tight he’d definitely leave angry red evidence of it on your skin. He stared down at you with something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, but you doubted anyone had ever looked at you like that. It was almost calculating, there were cogs whirring in his brain, but it was something more raw and human than that. You felt exposed, as if he was taking you apart piece by piece.

     “I’m tired of playing this game with you.” Barely a second went by for you to think about what that meant before Jungkook reached over to wrap one arm around your waist and haul you up, over the table and against his chest.

     Kissing Jungkook was not like how you’d imagined it would be—not that you’d imagined it before this, of course. He’d never raised his voice at you, probably never felt anything less than simple indifference towards you, so you’d never had reason to believe his kiss would be anything but soft, pliant, tender.

     Instead his lips were pressed hard against yours, unforgiving. He bit your lip when you wouldn’t relent beneath him, and with your gasp his tongue was deep in your throat, licking out the apology that he knew he wouldn’t hear. You moaned around the intrusion, into his mouth, and braced your legs up around his waist.

     The hand that was still holding your wrist finally let go so that he could grab your ass, kneading the flesh through your flannel pajama pants. Your arms wound around his neck to bring him closer to you.

     Jungkook walked backwards around the table so he could fall onto the couch, and now you were straddling him. Your fingertips played with the soft hair at his neck, then trailed across his shoulders, down until your palms were pressed against his pecs and you finally, gently pushed him back, separating your lips from his.

     “What is this? Why are we doing this?” You asked, barely able to get the words out through your breathlessness. Jungkook leaned forward, knocking his forehead lightly against yours.

     “You’re dense, huh,” he said, and as you were about to indignantly huff and slip away from him, he continued, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, and I know you have, too. Don’t deny it.”

     So maybe you had never not checked him out when he got home from his morning jog, immediately pulling his shirt over his head when he walked through the door, strutting in all of his sweat-slicked glory into the kitchen for a drink of water before disappearing into the bathroom. Maybe you had become, over time, more and more keenly aware of how large, rugged, and masculine his obnoxious Timberlands were framing your dainty flats and sneakers by the door. Maybe you walked through the door and sighed in bliss when you were surrounded by his mere smell, his cologne and aftershave and whatever was just him.

     “...I’m not denying it,” you conceded. That was all the confirmation Jungkook needed. He was leaving wet kisses on your jaw, down your throat to your collarbone where you felt his teeth nibbling, and you sighed your satisfaction back at him while your hands drifted down from his chest to feel the warm skin of his abdomen. You traced his abs, delighting in the way his breath caught in his throat when your fingers softly followed the curve of his v-line towards the hem of his sweatpants.

     One of his own hands had found its way beneath your shirt against the small of your back, inviting your body into his. You could feel him against your thigh, the soft bulge there stiffening, and took the plunge—his head tipped back as you rocked your hips experimentally against him, and the throaty groan he let out made your entire lower half throb.

     “Did you like that, Kookie?” You asked him softly, teasingly, and his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip while he refused to look at you was all the answer you needed. Now both of those big hands of his were spread out on your hips, coaxing you to keep grinding against him.

     “Take off your shirt, noona,” you barely heard his request, but it was there, breathed out into the air. He still had his head leaned back against the couch cushions, staring at the ceiling, you’d guess trying to keep himself from finishing too early. Little boys had a hard time controlling themselves that way.

     “Why should I?” You asked, swallowing the moan that threatened to spill from your throat when you next rubbed against him and felt the head of his cock dig between your lips and nudge against your clit. Your underwear and pants were like a second skin, you were so wet that they had all but adhered to you.

     It was a genuine question. You knew you’d be naked soon, there was no way you weren’t going to finish this now, but you still wanted to hear his answer. He had been a little shit for months.

     “Because I want to see your fucking tits,” he grunted at you, “and you want me to suck on them and bite them and bruise them, you know you do.”

     Not good enough.

     You froze, and Jungkook kept tugging at your waist a few times before he realized you weren’t going to keep grinding and dropped his hands. His whole body deflated beneath you.

     “But you’ve been an asshole,” you barked at him, “so I don’t think you deserve to see my ‘tits’, brat.” You climbed off of his lap but didn’t go far, settling down right beside him. He still wouldn’t look at you.

     “I do want to get off, though,” you said, and grabbed one of his hands. It was large, rough from use, the veins stretched across it pronounced, but you didn’t observe it for long. It had a job to do.

     “Now Kookie, keep your eyes to yourself,” you warned him as you shoved your pants down your thighs, then placed his palm down against your mound. Jungkook immediately jumped and tried to pull his hand away, but you held it there, giving him time to adjust to the warmth radiating off of you, the wetness he could feel against his fingers. Your eyes were locked on him, waiting for a sign. He gave it to you with the gulp that shook his throat, the way he relaxed his hand in your hold.

     You pressed down on his index and middle finger with your own, and sighed in fucking bliss when they touched your clit through your underwear. On its own, your body slumped back to open yourself up to him. You led his fingers to start circling, slow and steady, and the heat bubbling in your stomach dissolved into a warmth that spread throughout your entire lower body, to the tips of your toes.

     “Noona, please...p-please take your panties off...” Jungkook whined. You were still watching him, saw the way his eyes squeezed tight together and his nose scrunched in a wince, as if it was physically painful for him to ask politely.

     “Why should I?” You repeated, trying to keep your voice steady.

     “So I can make you feel good, noona.” Ding ding ding.

     You moved Jungkook’s hand onto your knee, letting out a shudder of a breath when you realized how sticky the tips of his fingers were, and slid your underwear down to meet your pants. The open air hit your core and you trembled, from the chill or from anticipation, you weren’t sure.

     He didn’t move.

     “Jungkook? What are you waiting for?” You snapped.

     “Permission?” His voice was small, and you melted for it. He’d been acting up ever since he moved in—you hadn’t seen him this docile or obedient in a long time.

     “Touch me,” you sighed, “but don’t look,” and he immediately dragged his hand up your thigh until it reached the split between your legs. Jungkook’s touch over your underwear had been one thing, but his calloused fingertips exploring your lips, tracing shapes into your clit directly was something else, something so much better. He dipped one finger into your entrance, not even up to his knuckle and swirled it there tentatively.

     “More?” He asked.

     “More, more, more,” you panted, grabbing his forearm with both hands to brace yourself and trapping your bottom lip between your teeth.

     Jungkook’s finger pulled away, only for two to dive right back in. The sounds that you made were obscene, would have embarrassed you, if the way he rubbed against your inner walls didn’t feel so good. His fingertips dragged against them as he pulled his fingers out then thrusted them back inside of you, again and again and again. You couldn’t decide between letting your eyelids flutter closed as pleasure wracked your body or intently watching the veins of Jungkook’s hand jumping, the muscles in his forearm flexing in your grasp as he worked you over.

     Of course, he made that decision for you when his thumb brushed over your clit. Your eyes slammed shut and your entire body lurched forward, curling around his arm, trying to pull him further into you. He was rubbing your clit side-to-side, mercilessly, while his two fingers stretched you wide open.

     Who had taught him to touch a woman like this? You’d never thought about his sex life before, other than feeling relieved that he chose to fuck girls at their place instead of bringing them home to bother you with all that noise. Obviously he wasn’t a virgin, not that you’d have ever assumed he was, but it amazed you how well he knew his way around a vagina—well enough to leave you speechless.

     It was a third finger testing at your entrance that forced words out of your mouth, “No, wait, I— I don’t think I can—”

     “Yes, you can, noona,” Jungkook assured you, and then his three middle fingers were pressed into you as far as they could reach. You were mewling, clawing at his arm as his hand jackhammered inside of your pussy—it had been so long since you felt this full, and you could feel your peak was so so so close—

     “Look at me, noona,” Jungkook hissed, and he grabbed your chin with his other hand as your eyes peeled open to look into his hard gaze. The emotions swirled so tightly together—irritation, lust, something akin to hurt—making his eyes darker than usual. “Come for me,” he demanded, letting go of your chin so he could use those fingers to cup your mound and pinch your clit.

     The heat in your body gathered between his hands before it burst out to every nerve, setting you aflame. You screamed through your orgasm, shaking and convulsing underneath him, but watched him watching you the whole time.

     When it was over and aftershocks had you writhing only just, you let go of him, fell back against the couch and shut your eyes, exhausted. No one had made you feel that good in...ever. You hadn’t had many sexual experiences, but something about this...this was the best, you were sure.

     Jungkook was silent, and when you finally felt like you could move your jelly limbs and form coherent human words, you glanced over to thank him for being so good at everything, just this once.

     He had his middle and ring finger in his mouth, the two of them that had been knuckle deep in your cunt, eyes shut in ecstasy as he savored your taste. Of all things, this is what shocked you the most. The red on your cheeks at the image just embarrassed and aggravated you.

     “What the fuck, you nasty little shit,” you bit out, hard still with breath you didn’t have, and he looked right at you again, no shame on his face. One of the corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. With no hesitation, he reached forward with the index finger still coated in your cum, and painted your lips with it. You were frozen to the spot, unable to stop him or say a word.

     “Lick it, noona,” he implored, and with a mind of its own, your tongue slithered out to collect every last drop he’d left for you. Your willingness made Jungkook brave, brave enough to press the tip of his finger against your closed lips again, but this time with more pressure until they parted and sucked his finger in. You wrapped your tongue tight around it, licking your juices off of him.

     “Good girl,” Jungkook groaned, “you taste so good, don’t you?” And you were nodding, even though realistically you thought you tasted a little salty and metallic. If Jungkook said you tasted good then you tasted damn good.

     He grabbed one of the hands lying limp at your sides and for a second it was tender, even with his finger in your mouth, he was just squeezing your hand in his with encouragement and affection, or something like it. It wasn’t until he let go of your hand that you realized he’d pulled your arm across both of your bodies and placed it down directly onto his stiff cock, still hidden beneath his sweats.

     “Now you make me feel good, hm?” His voice lifted at the end, sounding like a suggestion, but you knew it was a demand, and not one you could even think of refusing. You took hold best you could through the thick fabric and rubbed softly, up and down, mimicking the movement with your tongue. The tips of your fingers brushed against his tip, making him jerk, but other than that Jungkook just narrowed his eyes and breathed hard through his nose, seeming otherwise entirely unaffected.

     “Try harder, noona,” Jungkook growled, and grabbed your wrist to push your hand into his pants. Immediately, you wrapped your fingers around his cock. It didn’t feel particularly thick, but as you jerked it once you could tell it was a little longer than average. It was heavy and warm, hard but soft to the touch. You moaned around Jungkook’s finger imagining it inside of you.

     As you worked his cock, Jungkook’s free hand grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up over your chest, just enough so that he could grab one of your breasts to knead and take a nipple between his lips. You squeezed him, pumping your palm over him back and forth and back and forth, to the same rhythm of his ministrations against your flesh, the same rhythm with which you bobbed on his finger.

     He hissed when you paused to dig your thumb into his slit, looking up at you with a grimace, and you took the opportunity to pop his finger out of your mouth and reattach your lips to his. The kiss was all teeth on teeth, bruising and gnashing and drinking each other in. Jungkook bucked his hips up into your hand, and in response, you grabbed his sweatpants to yank them down, past his thighs and over his knees until they lay in a pile at his feet.

     “Ok, Kookie,” you pulled away to murmur against his lips, “I’m gonna ride you now, you son of a bitch.” You felt a rumble of a laugh in his chest as you pushed him back and threw one leg over his lap, suspending your heat over his length. His eyes were hooded watching you take it into your hold, positioning it at your entrance, letting the tip slip in and rotating your hips on it just so.

     “Don’t be a fucking tease,” Jungkook warned you, but you just hummed at him and offered up a few shallow bounces on his head. It was hard to resist sinking down and letting him fill you up, but it was worth it for one more moment of that irritation and resistance on his face, the curled lip and the fire in his eyes. One more moment before you handed yourself over to him, before everything changed, before there was absolutely no going back, no way to write all of this off.

     That point had probably long passed, but you allowed yourself the dramatics.

     Jungkook’s hands, which just a moment ago had been gripping your waist, reached up to lock around your wrists and then you were spun over onto your back with him on top of you. You were stuck for a moment on the dreadful sense of déjà vu that swept over you, but then Jungkook leaned back to watch as he buried his cock in your pussy and you could hardly remember your own name, his name, where you were and why you were here, anything other than him fucking you.

     Like you’d noticed earlier, his cock was slender but long enough to reach a spot inside of you that you and your toys and no other man had ever gotten to before. There were immediate tears of pleasure in your eyes, a sob tearing from your throat, and Jungkook was reaching up to pet your hair back and place soft kisses all over your face.

     “Are you alright, noona?” He asked carefully, and you cried out at him, “Yes, Jungkook, I’m fuck—fucking amazing, I feel you so fucking deeeeep inside of me, what the fuck!” He grinded into you, pressing against that spot and against your clit both at once, and somehow it already felt like you were going to come and it was too soon, you didn’t think you could go on after another orgasm. Jungkook still needed his own release, so you started to rock against him.

     He rose an eyebrow, dragging his cock out of you slowly. You waited right on the edge for him to thrust back in, but half a minute passed and—nothing. You opened your eyes and there he was, lingering above you with such a smug look on his face.

     “Do something,” you seethed.

     “But noona,” he said, “why should I?”

     You should have known that you had never really been in control. The tip of his cock bobbed and you felt it tap against your clit.

     “Because I need it,” you whined, “Kookie, please, I need it.” Observing the dampness beneath your eyes, the way you’d bitten your lip raw, the way you struggled to lift your hips for just the slightest touch—he couldn’t refuse you.

     He slammed his cock back into you, balls deep.

     You fucking shrieked, and prayed that your neighbors didn’t hear. It couldn’t be helped. Jungkook was pistoning his cock into your heat, and his forearms were braced on either side of your head to hold him up, allowing you access to grab and scratch his swelling biceps. Sweat was rolling down his forehead, and there were tears dripping down your cheeks. Between the two of you there was so much wet and so much sticky, it was dirty and wrong and perfect.

     “T-Tell me that you...that you l-love my cock, noona,“ Jungkook gasped as his pace quickened, and who were you to deny him?

     “Oh god, Kookie, your cock is so good,” you cried, “I do, I do love your cock.”

     “Are you gonna come for me again? Come all over my cock like a good girl, noona?” You couldn’t even say yes, feeling him stop again to poke at that spot inside of you, the one that made your eyes roll back into your head, your lips widen around a scream that must have shaken your entire building as you hit your high.

     Jungkook rode it out, but the moment your body went lax beneath him, he was leaning back to slip himself out of you. He had one hand around his cock pumping it wildly, and you could see his face twisting in pain—he’d had to come for awhile now. You could barely move, but through sheer power of will you lifted your arm to smack his hand away and tug his cock yourself. It took only one, two, three yanks before Jungkook bent over and one long squirt of cum splattered onto your stomach, hot and thick and all yours.

     Then he was collapsing on top of you, squishing his cum between your bodies, nuzzling his big dumb nose into your neck and leaving a peck of appreciation there. You laid still, unsure of what to do, until you settled on reaching up to your fingers through his hair while you tried to catch your breath. He similarly put his hands on your head, massaging your scalp, making you purr for him. It was...nice.

     Until it wasn’t, because Jungkook was fucking steaming and it felt like a thousands pounds of muscle had melted into steel on top of you, trapping you there. You offered up only one more affectionate gesture, a kiss to the crown of his head, before you put both of your hands on his shoulders and rolled him off of you and onto the floor. He grunted in muted pain, but didn’t say anything else.

     You would have instantly fallen asleep if a thousand alarms weren’t ringing in your head—YOU JUST FUCKED JUNGKOOK! THE BOY YOU TUTORED WHEN HE WAS 19! YOUR ROOMMATE AND ONE OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS! WAY TO GO, YOU FUCKING MORON! As it was, you kept your eyes closed, like maybe if you didn’t open them this would all fade away, just a strange, wonderful dream...

     The sounds of Jungkook standing, of his bare feet slapping against the wooden floors while he hurried away, did nothing for your hopes of this being a dream, of waking up alone and clothed in your bed tomorrow morning with no angry red marks or bruises to prove any of this had actually happened. If this was real, you hoped Jungkook at least had the decency to come back and wipe up the mess he’d made on you. That would have been sweet of him to do.

     But instead you heard him shuffle back in, and then...something familiar. Something you couldn’t immediately place, a tune that was grand and sweeping—

     The Overwatch main menu theme.

     You sat up and opened your mouth to yell protests at him, but then a wet rag was smacking against your forehead and falling into your lap. Jungkook had the nerve to look pleased with himself, but could you blame him? The little shit had plenty of things to be proud of at the moment, his rag sniper shot being the least of them.

     You were going to kill him, and as you did you were going to make sure he knew that everything was his fault. Everything that sucked in the world sucked because of him. World hunger? Jeon Jungkook’s fault. The dirty dishes piled up in your sink? Jeon Jungkook’s fault. The fact that you’d just fucked him and you liked it and wouldn’t mind if it happened again? Jeon Jungkook’s fault. When you heated up leftovers and it was all warm except for that bite in the middle? Jeon Jungkook’s fault. When you got a pebble stuck in your shoe? Of course, Jeon Jungkook’s fau—

     Wait. As you wiped his cum off of your stomach and tossed the rag onto the floor, grabbed the blanket you kept draped over the back of the couch and wrapped yourself up in it, you realized...you weren’t mad at Jungkook. You weren’t even mildly annoyed. There was no heat lingering in your chest.

     Trust Jeon Jungkook to realize how to manipulate you out of being upset at him with sex and orgasms.

     “Hey, babe,” he asked without looking at you, from where had resat himself on the coffee table, and the pet name made something tick in your jaw before the slightest irritation settled into something much softer, “which hero should I play as?”

     “Don’t call me ‘babe’, brat,” you mumbled as you came up behind him and leaned against his back. You could feel the comforting, steady thump of his heartbeat. It occurred to you a second too late that that meant he could feel the rapid flutter going on in your own chest, then.

     You observed the other heroes selected on his team, the time winding down, and tilted your head towards, “Widowmaker, she’s my favorite.” Jungkook giggled, his big wonky front teeth peeking out from behind his lips, a sight you hadn’t even realized you’d missed.

     “She’s one of mine, too,” he said as he selected her and started the match. You watched closely, although you didn’t know much about the game, you’d watched him play enough to know when things were going well or were going poorly. Regardless of which way it was looking for his team, you said,

     “Wow, you suck at this.” He bristled, glancing back at you only briefly with slits for eyes. You bit back a smile at the pout his lips sunk into.

     Jungkook slept in your bed that night, only after promising to eat you out for hours if you let him. It wasn’t quite hours, but the forty minutes and two orgasms added onto the two from earlier were good enough.

     He never slept in his own bed again, and things were definitely...different after that. It took four and a half months of living together for you to accept that while Jungkook was certainly a silly little boy, he was also...a man. A big, strong, and obscenely good-looking one, at that.

     You definitely weren’t dating. Jeon Jungkook was not your boyfriend by any means and you weren’t his anything, either. The two of you just liked to sleep in the same bed and fuck every day.

     The sex didn’t stop his annoying habits. He turned the kitchen into his own personal dance studio every night, he hogged the living room TV to play video games all the time, there was always food mysteriously spilled on the carpet, and you could never seem to get rid of the smell of his cologne stinking up the entire apartment. The only difference was that now, when he did something that particularly pissed you off, he got to make it up to you with orgasms. You were content with that trade-off.

     You decided that maybe, just maybe, having a roommate was not the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

     But you had gone and forgotten your life’s own golden rule: things always, always, always got better before they got dramatically worse.

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Chris Evans Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you write a chris evans imagine where your in a captain america movie with him. and so you have to do all kinds of stunts and stuff like that. and your the villian in the movie and he's the superhero. and then you shoot one scene where it's you two and the person shows how you two fight eachother. and so you two start to fight and you have to pretend to hit him but he actually punches you and you get hurt and he freaks out because he punched you. and your injury was like, super serious. thx!

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: None

‘’And.. Cut!’’ the director yelled, pressing the buzzer button.

 You let out a relieved sigh as the scene ended. It was the hardest scene for you because you had to do your own stunts. And you were afraid you were going to break something because of the danger of the stunt in that scene. But now that it was shot and over with, you were glad.

‘’Everybody! Take five!’’ the director called out, taking his headphones off.

 You lightly jog off the set, completely sore from the stunts. You went over to the snack table as your stomach growled for some food. You saw that there was one more doughnut on the table, and it was your favorite kind! You raced over there and reached for it, but a hand beat you to it. You could already tell who’s it was, it was your co-star’s hand, Chris Evans.

‘’Whoops. Looks like I got it.’’ chris smiles.

‘’Evans. You know how much I love those kinds of doughnuts.’’ you whine, stomping your foot.

 Chris ignored your whining and started bringing the doughnut towards his mouth. He took a gigantic bite out of it, some crumbs falling from his mouth as he chewed. You groaned in disgust and he chewed with his mouth open.

‘’You’re disgusting Evans. You know that right?’’ you say, trying to hold back your barf.

 Chris swallowed making that noise you absolutely hated. He looked at you and smiled, sprinkles spread out all over his teeth. You smiled and gave him a playful shove. He was adorable. Although he was your enemy in the movie, he was one of your best friends in real life.

 Chris was about to speak to you but he got called over by Anthony. He said goodbye to you and jogged to where Anthony was. You watched as he jogged, he looked like a very attractive swimsuit model. You pick up a cup of ice cold water and start to bring it towards your mouth.

‘’You’re crushing on Evans eh?’’

 You nearly jumped out of your skin when he spoke to you. His voice pretty much came out of nowhere which made you even more scared. You soon realized it was Sebastian. You take a big breath, regaining your composure.

‘’You scared the crap out of me.’’ you sigh, before your lips touched the cup.

‘’You never responded.’’ sebastian says.

 You gulped your water and glared at him in annoyance. Sebastian was always on your case. He never really left you alone because he wanted you to admit you liked Chris. But you never were going to admit it to him because you knew he’d go off and blabber the news to everybody on set. For now, you just rolled your eyes and ignored Sebastian and took another drink of water.

‘’Okay! Breaks over! Let’s get back to the set! Go go go!’’ the director called out.

 You put down your cup of water and rub your wet hand onto your costume, drying it up. You walk back to the set and stood in front of the camera. Chris soon came sprinting on set after you.

‘’Alrighty, this scene is going to just include Y/N and Chris. Everybody else can take a break until further notice,’’ the director says, shooing everybody else off the set.

 You watched as everyone went off. The extras stared at you as they left the set. You waved at them, making them smile because they loved you. After a while, the set was empty. The only people left on the set were you and Chris, and the director. Chris received his shield and the director directed you on where to stand and what to do.

‘’This is going to be your fighting scene. Now, Steve over here is going to be fighting you because you have something that he wants. But you won’t give it to him because you’re the villain. Okay.. So,’’ the director stepped back and observed you two.

 After about a minute or two of thinking, his face lightened up with a smile. He finally figured out what to do. As he went on what to do, he walked you two through the actions. At the end of the scene, Chris had to punch you to send you to the ground. You and Chris nodded as he asked you if you knew what to do.

‘’Okay, let’s try this. You know the lines?’’ he asks, pointing at you two.

‘’Got em up here. Locked and loaded.’’ you and chris say in unison.

 You look over at Chris and giggle. You two always said that whenever he asked you if you two knew the lines. The director nods and backs away from you two. He snaps for the lights to darken and for the special effect people to do their magic. You breathed slowly and started to get into character. But you soon got interrupted by Chris’s voice.

‘’I apologize if I hurt you.’’ chris says, cracking his knuckles.

‘’I know you won’t Evans.’’ you grin.

 You repeated your motions and finally got into character. The director counted down from five and on one, he held his finger up, calling action. The fake lightning blasted from behind you. Chris stared at you intensely, his shield being held up as you threw your hands at him, sending fake fireballs at him. Mostly everything you did was your imagination, you had to imagine about everything that was happening.

 You soon got into the fighting part, you dodged the fighting that the director instructed on dodging. It was going perfectly so far. As you threw a punch at Chris, he ducked and you missed. He popped right back up and jabbed a punch right at your face.

CRAACKKK

‘’OH MY– Y/N!’’ chris screeched, throwing his hands over his mouth in surprise.

 You fell to the ground, catching yourself with your free hand. As for your other hand, it was holding your nose that was throbbing with pain. You heard a crack, and you knew what it was. You could feel what it was. It was your nose. Chris broke your nose.

‘’CUT! CUT!!’’ the director screamed, jumping out of his chair.

 The director sprinted onto the set, but Chris was already there kneeling down beside you. Your head was spinning, it was making you so dizzy. Your  heart was pounding hard in your chest, the sound echoed throughout your head. You couldn’t focus on the voices that were talking around you. Everything sounded faint, as if they weren’t even right beside you.

 You could see the blood pouring out of your nose onto the ground. It hurt like hell, but you were also in shock. You couldn’t believe that Chris would actually punch you! You could hear more and more people crowding around you. The only voices you could hear were Chris’s, the director’s and Sebastian’s.

‘’Help her up! Help her up!’’ the director yelled.

 You suddenly feel two arms go underneath your arms. They pull you up, and you struggled to stay balanced on your feet. You fell one way, but there were people to catch you. You suddenly get lifted off the ground and you were now getting carried by two people. You looked up and saw Chris was holding you up by the arms.

 His face was completely red and he had tears streaming down his face. You groaned in pain as they carried you to a room, it wasn’t a smooth ride. They gently place you on the bed and you just laid there, wondering what was happening. The dizziness finally caught up to you and you closed your eyes, sending yourself to drift into pure blackness.

***

 You blinked yourself awake and looked to the side, seeing Chris staring at you. His face was sad and depressed but as soon as he saw you looking at him, his face lit up with a smile.

‘’Are you okay Y/N? I can’t believe that I punched you. I really didn’t mean to.’’ chris choked, a sob coming on it’s way.

‘’It’s fine Chris. No biggie.’’ you say, shaking your head.

‘’No Y/N! I feel absolutely terrible! I don’t even know if I can–’’

‘’Evans. You’re freaking out over something that isn’t that big of a deal. I’ll heal. Don’t worry.’’ you say, reaching for his hand.

 Chris held your hand and smiled, you suddenly get interrupted with a shot of pain running through your nose. You yipe and pull your hand away from Chris, making him gasp. You didn’t even acknowledge your broken nose. You asked for a mirror and Chris handed you one. As you lifted it up to your face, your reflection showed you with a bandaged up nose.

 You sighed and lowered the mirror, making eye contact with Chris once again. But this time, he was in full tears.

‘’Chris.. Don’t start crying.. It really is okay.’’ you say.

‘’I.. I just–’’ chris wipes his eyes and exhales deeply.

‘’I love you Y/N. And seeing you like this.. Breaks my heart. Mostly because I’m the reason.’’ chris sniffles.

‘’I love you too.’’ you smile.

‘’No! Not like a friendly kind of love! I mean like a.. Tender, affection, kind of love. Like, I want to kiss you kind of love.’’ chris says, finally calming back down.

‘’Well, that kiss isn’t going to happen for a while.’’ you joke, making chris laugh.

‘’Even when you’re in pain, you’re still adorable.’’ chris smirks.

‘’Chris.. I love you too, and I mean like a kiss kind of love. I have ever since I’ve got booked this part. I didn’t know how I got so lucky to be your co-star. But I’m just glad I did. You’re such a blessing in my life.’’ you smile.

‘’Y/N. You’re the blessing. I don’t know if my life would be the same without you. But I know for sure that my life is perfect because you’re in it. And please, promise me,’’ chris holds your hands again.

‘’You’ll stay with me and never leave me?’’ chris asks, blushing.

‘’I promise Chris. I love you so much.’’ you blush.

‘’I love you so much Y/N.’’ chris smiles.

 The rest of the cast came racing in after you and Chris sparked up a conversation. You all started to talk with each other, announcing to everybody that you and Chris loved each other. Sebastian went crazy, he was so happy you two finally got together.

‘’About time! I’ve been shipping you two for so long.’’ scarlett scoffs, rolling her eyes.

‘’So.. What are we going to do about you Y/N? Should we postpone the movie or what?’’ the director asks.

‘’It’s your movie. What do you want to do.’’ you ask.

‘’Well, you’re the one who has the broken nose.’’ he chuckles.

‘’Fine. You want my opinion? I want to continue the movie. I know that my nose is broken, but that won’t stop me from acting,’’ you say.

‘’Mostly if I get to act with Chris.’’ you smile, looking over at him.

‘’Okay. Well, let’s give it a day or two to heal up. Chris, you keep her company. Mainly because you broke it.’’ the director called out.

 Chris nodded and laughed. The director pats him on the back and winks at you. He than starts going for the exit, but before he left, he paused and turned towards Chris.

‘’And Chris.. Don’t be punching anymore girls, alright?’’ he smiles.

 You all burst into laughter. You loved Chris and you loved your cast. You loved your life mostly. You were lucky enough to be Chris’s co-star. And even luckier to be loved by him.

The End

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This is a long post because I went on a few rants, but there are workouts and stuff in there, I promise ;) stay tuned for commentary on vanity sizing and non-scale victories!

April 13 Thursday’s workout was super speedy. Legs and a quick stretching NTC workout. I meant to do curtsy lunges to finish it out, but I was crunched for time and my legs were already burning from the seasaw lunges and step-ups because my bench was higher than a normal one would be. I always get kind of frustrated when my NTC workout ends up being a lowkey stretching one, because I use it to replace cardio for the day. I’m starting to think I should either do more than one or just do cardio anyway. At least I got in a nice half hour walk at lunch; it was much colder than I was expecting since the rest of this week has been so nice! Still pretty out tho. And my skull shirt is badass. The end.

Went to Whole Foods with Ani when I got home to get some goodies for the weekend, and really stuck to my list (which I was proud of, bc that store is a literal TRAP) which included chocolate milk as a post-workout fuel… ASK ME HOW HYPE I AM TO START DRINKING CHOCO MILK AGAIN!!! (very. obviously.) Also started growing a mini protein bar collection because now I’m terrified of not properly fueling post-workout, so now I’m going to have very little excuse not to, since these babies are extremely portable. Just throw one in ya workout bag, and there you go. Don’t even have to remember to get it from my lunch box. I’m finally trying RXBAR and a few Quest Bar flavors (shoutout to @runningwhilenotdying for the suggestion, ty girl!) for now, in addition to the Luna Protein bars I still have. Still going to have to try a few to find out which works best for me.

Legs / butt workout 3x each 15 reps weighted glute bridges, 10# 15 reps goblet squats, 10# 20 reps step ups, alt. sides, 10# 20 reps seasaw lunges, alt. sides 15 reps weighted lying leg curls, 6# 40 s wall sits 10 reps burpee + high jump alternating leg swing stretches instead of curtsy lunges bc I’m a wimpy bitch lol

Listening to: “Under You” by Nick Jonas

April 14 Today is the day John Mayer’s full album is out, something I realized halfway through Friday morning while working from home, so I blasted the FUCK out of it in my apartment and haven’t stopped listening since. Ani took the day off, so it was just me at home designing, which is literally what I wish every work day of my life could be. Making my own schedule, eating and working out whenever I want and not having to worry about when I’m going to finish, not having to talk to people lol.

I decided to workout around 11ish and had to do arms / upper body without weights, which was a bit challenging considering my weak wrists and lack of free weights. BUT I made it, and my wrists weren’t ded afterwards, so I guess I’m building up some strength? Plus check out my schweaty knees, aren’t they purty? It was a dec workout, so hype it. HOWEVER, in the middle of my last set, this awful ringing started in my apartment, which I identified as the fire alarm after panicking for like 2 seconds. Then there was this weirdo announcement in our hallway as if we were in a damn dorm, saying to evacuate asap so I was like o fuck ok let me get my things. Ran outside with my purse and a jacket, ran into the woman who legit hates me and Ani for being loud on the weekend two whole times (fuck her tho it was a Friday and Saturday at like 11pm get your panties out of your ass amirite) and she was like idk what’s going on I’m probably not going downstairs. I was like ????? um if there’s a fire I’m not dying so bye. So I ran down 8 flights of stairs to find no one in the lobby. Sick. It was a false. Alarm. Bc they’re doing construction right in front of the elevators. Motherfuckers. So I had to go back up 8 flights of stairs once I got the approval from the doorman. Thx for the cardio break, how’d you know I needed that? 🙄 Finished my set, worked for a bit longer, then showered and decided I was done working for the day lol.

It was pay day and I was bored so I kinda went a little nuts on a shopping trip. As usual, I mostly bought athleisure, buuuuuuuuuuut there are some significant things about this shopping trip that I must share.

1: I willingly purchased two pairs of athletic shorts. I do not wear anything but leggings to workout in, because I hate the way my legs look, and I usually feel much more mobile and flexible in leggings, even if it’s like 90 degrees out and July. But I tried on two pairs of black shorts, and could actually see myself not only wearing them like to bed, but like… doing active things in them, and being ok with seeing my legs. First #NONSCALEVICTORY o the day.

2: I not only willingly tried on a one piece bathing suit, I tried on two, AND I purchased one. Every person alive knows too well the personal torture of trying on bathing suits, especially in dressing rooms that have awful fluorescent lighting that does not flatter anyone. But for some reason I was in a good mood about my bod (perhaps after the shorts win), so I grabbed two suits and said to myself, fuck it, don’t feel bad about yourself, but do not get your hopes up. This could go great, or it could not. Don’t let this be a reflection of how hard you’ve been working. It might just not fit, that’s not your fault. BUT THEY BOTH FIT REALLY DECENTLY OK. The one was like bright red and v scandalous and tbh I did not have the boobs to fill out that sucker. So despite it fitting ok, I couldn’t go with it. But the other was stripey and rouchey and pretty comfortable, so I was like welp. I need at least one suit for the summer, and can’t picture myself using any of the ones from last summer, and I don’t feel like total crap in this. So. I bought it!

3: I purchased at least one thing of every size (S, M, L, and XL), which proves that sizing is fake and literally doesn’t fucking matter. I like all my tops a little baggy and all of my bottoms tight (except those shorts I ended up getting, but who knew I would even buy shorts…). That’s just my personal preference style-wise. I went to four different stores, and ended up getting clothing that fit me, but when I was ripping the tags off when I got home, I noticed that all the sizes were different. I bought a shirt from Uniqlo (AMAZING STORE, btw, never been before today) that was a size small, which is something I haven’t done in like literally maybe 7-8 years. I also bought a cropped sweatshirt from Marshall’s in XL, even though I thought it was a large when I bought it. Either way, it’s not like my body morphed mid-shopping trip. I was the same size all day, but the stores decided I was all over the place. This just makes me a, hate the fashion industry for forcing this imaginary 00 system and ideals of size-shaming on us, but also b, feel better about myself because I know that I can’t be reliant on just being one size. I used to think of my weightloss in terms of pants sizes. Like last Friday when I was wearing actual pants, they were 12s. But like. A 12 at one store could be a 16 at another, or an 8. I used to say, oh I just want to be down to a consistent 8. That would be the perfect amount of weight to lose. If I get there, I’ll know that I’m good. But I’m really starting to see that that number and that size doesn’t exist. There is no universe in which an 8 at every store will fit the same. So judging yourself on a system that’s literally impossible to fit into is just a recipe for hurt and shame. So now I’m just gonna grab any size that looks like it’ll fit. It’s still not fun to see a higher number, but that’s going to be a mindset I have to get myself out of, and this post is proof that it doesn’t matter. I want to base my happiness with my fitness on phyiscal progress: what I can DO with my body, not just how it looks in the clothes I inevitably have to wear. But today, for a few reasons, I felt really good, and I’m proud to have seen not only one, but a few non-scale wins. Hype it the FUCK up.

Whew. That was a lot, sorry. I almost feel like a doing a ~haul~ like I’m on some fashion youtube channel, I bought so many fun things. But whatever, I doubt anyone cares about that except me lolol.

Honestly sometimes I think I just like to buy some things because I’m happy they fit me, not because I need them or are in love with them. Is that weird? I feel like I’m a pretty specific shape (very short and curvy, but not curvy everywhere), so when I find something I actually think fits me, I usually just say, yeah I’ll wear this. I definitely am spending too much money that way, but it’s nice to feel like a lot of things are fitting me well for once.

Arms / upper body workout 3x each 20 reps shoulder taps, alt. sides 10 reps pushups 20 reps walk outs + twist, alt. sides 10 reps tricep dips 50 reps arm circles forward 50 reps arm circles backward 20 reps lat pull downs + shoulder squeeze 35s, 40s, 45s plank 10 reps decline push ups 10 reps burpee + high jump + 5 jumping jacks PLUS 8 flights of stairs when my fucking fire alarm went off and the elevator didn’t work 🙃

Listening to: “Burlesque” by Christina Aguilera OR the Voices in Your Head a cappella version, both are fun

April 15 I was hella nervous for my run today; 6 miles seemed like a lot to me, and after last week’s long run on the treadmill, it had been a while since I’d done a long one outside. The last time I finished a long run outside, I felt like death. So this time I wanted to be really prepared; I read some articles and youtube videos on how to run longer without like dying, and made sure to focus on my breathing and warmup. Once I left my apartment, I didn’t start my timed run for about 10ish minutes but still ran slow to get my legs ready. Then I did some of the moves from the videos, and set off. Today I went towards the art museum and Kelly Drive for the first time, which was definitely busy for a Saturday morning, but it was kinda gray out and mid-50s which is like perfect running weather. I felt really good for like literally the whole run, and I couldn’t tell if it was the new place, good music, or what, but I was surprised at how quickly the miles came and went. I stopped at 4.56 miles to take the picture in front of the art museum, walked briskly up the hill to the building, then ran the rest of the way on the rest of the Schuykill River Trail and back towards home. I finished a little ways away from home and was inspired by a boy who seemed to be blind or albino who was running with a small leash with a girl, and continued jogging all the way home. So I really totalled something like 7.10 miles and they felt GREAT which is INSANE for me. Like that’s so many miles. And I haven’t run that far in so long, and they actually felt GOOD??? Like who am I?

I rewarded myself with a cinnamon roll protein shake, a little more shopping (I ended up getting the black Nike Tanjuns for anyone who saw my post last night lol), and Chick-Fil-A nuggets for lunch. Was considering making this day a cheat day when I saw the Chick-Fil-A, but I was good and only got the nuggets. My resolve was tested when I saw a girl with a Rita’s cup right when I got home and I wanted to be like OMG GIRL WHERE IS THERE A RITA’s AROUND HERE???!??! But clearly I held myself back.

Guess that means more Easter chocolate for me tomorrow hayyyyyy

6.02 mi 10'20" min / mi

Listening to: “Hair” by Little Mix

[drags-bro]

HitsuMatsu #1 : Silent Ticking

A slight knocking sound came from outside Toshirō Hitsugaya’s bedroom. As there were no answer, the girl waiting outside warned: “Goo…good evening…I…I’m coming in..” The door suddenly opened from the inside with a loud “Hello theeere!” coming from Matsumoto Rangiku. “-Gyah!! ” screamed Isane. “Are you crazy?! I almost dropped Momo’s flowers! -Oooh, it’s you, Isane! Are you here for my captain?” asked Rangiku. “Y-yes, I came to check how he was doing, and to give him this…” Isane answered, showing the little flower bouquet in her hands. “-I see! Come in, come in!” enthusiastically told Rangiku. Both of them took a few steps until they reached the captain’s bed. “-Did he even wake up since he’s been brought here?” asked Isane. “-…no…although…why is that so? He didn’t even seem badly hurt back then, was he?” asked Rangiku worriedly. “-You’re right…he wasn’t severely wounded when captain Kuchiki brought him to us, but he simply stated that ‘He pushed his body to the brink because of his Bankai’, if i remember correctly…” stated Isane. “-What? Without any further explanation? Tch…what did they even… -Oh! Seems like i’m needed in the 11th squad’s barracks! There’s nothing much we can do for captain Hitsugaya anyway… -Wait! Do you know when he will wake up? -If he wakes up, you mean?..” replied Isane, uneasy. “It could be in an hour, or 3 days, or… well, we can’t know… -Wait…what? But…but HOW WILL HE DO MY PAPERWORK MEANWHILE?! -Sorry Rangiku, i really got to go! Take care!” apologized Isane as she was leaving the room. Rangiku was alone with her sleeping captain again. She took Momo’s bouquet and put it next to her own. Then, she went to Toshirō’s bed, sat next to him and looked at his face. It seemed rather calm and painless, which still couldn’t get a smile out of her. Damn it, it is her role to watch his back, not the other way around…what was he thinking when he prevented her from following him, after being healed by captain Kurotsuchi? “-Look, captain, Momo brought some flowers…” she said to a reactionless Toshirō. After a quick look at the bouquet, she moved her head near Toshirō’s ear and whispered “…but honestly, mine looks much better.” She looked at the clock, almost imperceptibly ticking. “It’s late, captain…mind if I stay to sleep with you tonight?” she said, winking. No reaction. Her sorrowful eyes looked down on her captain’s face again. Why wouldn’t he just yell at her, as usual? “Well, if you don’t like me being under the same blanket as you, blame yourself for not being able to get a hold of your icy reiatsu while sleeping!”, told Rangiku while jumping under it. She put the blanket up to her chest and lied down on her back, next to Toshirō. She stayed there a while, listening to the quiet ticking. Then, she turned on her side, and looked at her captain for a moment. “Say, captain…you won’t leave me, right?” Still no reaction. “Right? I’ll do my paperwork, I swear…” The thought of not hearing her captain yelling at her because of her laziness anymore was too much to handle. An overwhelming feeling of fear and sadness crossed her entire body. A tear dropped, then two. “Please…” she sobbed, putting her forehead against Toshirō’s cheeks, an arm under his neck, and the other hand on his chest, near their heads. She slowly moved her head a few centimeters ahead to give Toshiro a tiny kiss, somewhere unclear between his cheek and the corner of his lips. Imagining Toshiro’s reaction if he were awake managed to make her grin a bit. She could feel her captain’s weak breath, his calm reiatsu flowing. It was comfortable. A lot. So much, that she could stay like this forever. And then, as the moon was rising and the clock was ticking, she closed her eyes and, with her captain’s sweet smell and fresh skin by her side, let herself go through bright, hopeful silver dreams. Tick, tick, tick Tick, tick… The 10th squad’s captain carefully half-opened an eye. He could feel his vice-captain’s body on his chest and under his neck, and smell her perfume. He could also see her golden hair near him. Actually, that was pretty much all he could see. He smiled and, despite his temporary frailty, thanks to what was a huge effort for him at the moment, he managed to bring the blanket up to his and Rangiku’s shoulders. He then weakly reached to the thin hand lying on his chest, under the blanket, to take it with his own. It was comfortable. A lot. So much, that he could stay like this forever. And then, cradled by his vice-captain’s exotic perfume and her soft skin, he closed his eye again to let himself go through golden, soft and caressing dreams.

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I wrote this one before it was stated that matsumoto saw hitsugaya on adult form QAQ Here’s the end of my 1st fanfic ever, thx for reading until there! Also, I’d like whoever reads this to know that any feedback and grammar correction are welcomed, as well as requests/suggestions n.n

Also, the other fanfics to come won’t be linked at all i think, so no need to wonder when the fanfics did happen while comparing ‘em …if some are linked, i’ll say so ^^