#and now i’m getting back in my bed where i should’ve stayed after watching some fmab lolol hoo boy.

[lavampira]

it’s wild how impatient some people get over pixels. tbh.

[just-jordie-things]

[part two] we weren’t just friends - okkotsu yuuta

word count: 11k warnings: swearing, drinking (but it’s legal!), mentions of masturbating summary: two idiots that are bad at confrontation and don’t want things to be awkward somehow make things awkward anyways. more info: college!au, aged up characters, roommates!au, childhood friends, n*oya makes an appearance in this part, soft yuuta taking care of drunk reader

part two: “i’m not ready, eyes heavy now” ___

[mai] : do you want me to come kidnap you? just say we have plans

[maki] : you don’t need to kidnap her.  she’s a big girl.  She can handle talking about her feelings.  can’t you, (y/n)?

[(y/n)] : no i don’t think i can :’( pls come rescue me, idk what to do.

[mai] : maki where are the keys i’m going over there

[maki] : the fuck you are, stay away from my car.

[maki] : i say this with love, (y/n).  get out of bed and just talk to him.  it’s not like you boned.  A little kissing never hurt anyone.  your friendship is stronger than that, don’t you think? 

[(y/n)] : …it was a lot of kissing…

[mai] : did he get a boner? 

[maki] : you’ve been friends a long time.  and he kissed you back, didn’t he? he probably enjoyed it.

[(y/n)] : i think he enjoyed it… idk… i’m rlly embarrassed about it.

[mai] : if he got a boner he enjoyed it.

[maki] : ur being gross :p

[(y/n)] : but what if he just got carried away and it didn’t mean anything and he’s upset with me? 

[maki] : did he say he was upset with you? 

[(y/n)] : … no.

[mai] : he’s probs pent up now.  you should seduce him again.

[maki] : then all this talk is pointless.  go TALK to him and then if it’s bad we’ll come swoop you up and take you out for the day.  deal? 

[(y/n)] : bed is comfy… and safe…

[mai] : and if we don’t hear from u we’ll assume u seduced him again

[maki] : you got this :)

(y/n) sighed as she turned off her phone, dropping it onto her mattress as she glared up at her ceiling.  The light from the sun had long since poured in through the window, having woken her up hours ago.  She wasn’t surprised to see so many texts in her groupchat with the Zen’in twins after Toge blabbed about what he thought he saw when he returned to the apartment late last night.

Normally she would’ve ignored their pestering and turned down any assumptions they may have made.  But she needed advice from her closest friends on what to do now.  She had yet to leave the safety of her bedroom, knowing Yuuta would be awake and going about his morning routine.  Maybe it was silly to be afraid of running into him, but her shame kept her shackled to the bed.

Maki was right, it wasn’t fair to assume how Yuuta would behave today.  It was a discredit to the years of friendship under their belts.  But then again, making out in a sudden moment of weakness was a blunder on their friendship, too.

Dramatically, she rolled over, planting her face in her pillow and groaning out her frustrations.

When she finally made an appearance, Yuuta’s head shot up from the kitchen table where he’d set up his things to spend the day working on an essay he should’ve started yesterday.  Just like yesterday, his focus shifted completely as soon as her door creaked open and she stepped out.

Her eyes widened a bit when they landed on him, as if she was surprised to see him there at all.  He gave her a small smile, hoping to ease any nerves she likely had coming into the morning.

“Mornin’,” He hummed, his gaze fixed on her as she lingered in her doorway, seemingly unsure about leaving her room at all.  “Made a pot of coffee if you need some” 

Yes, caffeine, her body pleaded, and she nodded at him gratefully as she made her way to the kitchen.  Even as she grabbed her usual mug out of the cupboard and poured a generous amount of coffee into it, she could feel his eyes on her back.

He watches as she shuffles about the kitchen, pouring in her cream and sugar before testing the drink, then repeating the cream and sugar.  He smiles to himself as this happens a few more times.  She’s not happy with it until it’s color is milky brown, and it surely no longer tastes like coffee at all.

“Thank you” She hums when she takes a longer drink, smiling as it finally tastes perfect.

She turns to him, leaning against the counter and holding her mug carefully in both hands.  He gives her a nod, his eyes flickering over her, as though looking for any sign of discontent.  He finds none.

“Yeah,” He replies quietly.  “You sleep alright?” 

(y/n) nods back.  “You?” 

He shrugs a shoulder, his head moving from side to side with lack of a real answer.  Her lips pull into an awkward frown, not knowing what to say now.

She hates that she finds it so hard to speak to him.  It had never been like this between them before.  They’d never tiptoed around each other, conversation always came naturally.  And when they were quiet, the silence was comfortable.

The silence now feels so heavy that her chest aches.

She hates that she’s the reason for the nervous energy buzzing in the air, making her skin prick with goosebumps and her heart beat erratically.

“I, uh, I think I’m gonna go out with the twins later” She forces herself to speak, saying the first thing that comes to mind.  Even though she hadn’t explicitly made plans with the Zen’ins, she was sure they’d do her this favor.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” She sighs, sounding less convincing by the second.  “Probably for drinks, I could really use a drink” She mumbles the last part.

Yuuta chuckles, his smile cracking a little further as his eyes catch the clock on the oven behind her, before looking at her again.

“Not even ten in the mornin’,” He tells her, tilting his head.  “Already need to forget today?”

Her face flushes and she tilts her head to stare down at her cup of coffee.

“That’s alright,” Yuuta brushes off her nervousness as best he could.  He just wanted her to be at ease, even if that meant pretending nothing happened between them.  “I’ve got an essay to keep me company today anyways,” He says, nodding to the scattered textbooks and notebooks before him.  “But you’ll let me know if you need a ride, or anything?”

She nods back at him, the smile on her face a little more genuine this time.

“Yeah, I will” She says, and finally makes her way out of the kitchen.

She goes to greet their fish good morning, cooing softly to the thing as it swims about it’s tank excitedly.  She gives into it’s begging, sprinkling in the smallest amount of fish flakes as she could, and cheering quietly as he strikes at the little clump of food at the surface of the water.  Yuuta tries not to stare as she murmurs and coos to the fish as though it were any other pet, a kitten, or a hamster.  But he can’t help the lurch in his heart watching her sweet talk the betta that only had the capacity to care about being hungry.  The scene truly was a testament to her character.

She finished her coffee and went about her normal routine without much else to say to him.  Yuuta tried not to mind.  He tried to focus on his essay and give her space to settle back into what felt normal.  He just hoped she’d relax sooner than later.  He’d hate to have her feel uncomfortable in her own home.

Shortly after she’d gotten in the shower, he lost focus on his project again and reached for his phone.

[yuuta] : i feel like a total fucking idiot.  i think i messed everything up.

[toge] : looked like u guys enjoyed urselves to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[yuuta] : so not what i meant. [yuuta] : she can barely talk to me.  she only just got out of bed.  she seemed so uncomfortable.

[toge] : did she seem mad? maybe she just didn’t know what to say.  it is kinda awkward

[yuuta] : i don’t think she’s mad.  I think she just regrets it

[toge] : did u bring it up?

[yuuta] : no, i don’t know how

[toge] : well did u try ‘hey we made out and i liked it, what are we?’

[yuuta] : ._.

[toge] : ok taking that as a no. [toge] : but starting w that is prlly a good idea

[yuuta] : but what if that makes it worse [yuuta] : what if she doesn’t want anything more and it was just like a one time thing yk [yuuta] : we both had a bit to drink. [yuuta] : i think i’m going to have a panic attack.

[toge] : ok slow down for a sec [toge] : you’re jumping to conclusions, remember? you can’t decide what she’s thinking bcuz you haven’t talked about it. [toge] : rn what you have control over is what you want to do about it.  So for now, just try to focus on that. [toge] : and ur essay for econ.  actually you should put most of your focus on that.

[yuuta] : ok ur right.  i’m gonna work on that now. [yuuta] : thank you.  I’ll talk to you about it later.

[toge] : :) ___

Yuuta had never felt the menacing glare of the Zen’in twins fixed on him before.  When he opens the door to find them in the hallway, clearly perturbed to be greeted by him rather than the girl they were here to escort for the evening, he felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck.

“Hey guys-” 

“Where’s (y/n)?” Maki pushed in first, side stepping Yuuta completely and bee-lining for (y/n’s) bedroom door, which had been shut since she’d been getting ready to go out with them.

Mai gave him a sympathetic smile, and he stepped aside to let her in.

“She’s a bit on edge, don’t worry about her,” She explained her sister’s antics, something she’d grown used to doing.  “But how are you doing?” 

The simple question didn’t hold it’s usual casual tone.  Mai looked genuinely curious to know his answer.  In fact, it looked like she was taking pity on him as her brows drew together in concern.

“Uh- fine.  I’m fine,” Yuuta stammered over his answer, and quickly made his way towards the kitchen, looking for something to busy himself with.  Getting interrogated by Maki and Mai was the last thing his nerves needed right now.

Even if Maki had already barged into (y/n’s) room and shut the door behind her with a slam.  He’d perked up at the ruckus, watching the door worriedly, but it remained shut, and he didn’t hear hollering from inside, so he figured all was fine between the two, and Maki was just up to her usual untamed behavior.  Mai chuckled to herself.

“Did you want a glass of water? Or something?” Yuuta asked, already filling a cup at the sink.

“Oh no, I’m alright,” Mai shook her head and took a seat at the kitchen table.  Her eyes scan over the messy stacks of books and the long extension cord that reaches across the whole room to keep his laptop alive while he works.  “You’ve been busy, hm?”

Yuuta chokes, whirling around, not realizing she’d been commenting on his mess at the table.  He instantly flushes, especially when Mai raises a brow and her lips curl into a smirk at his reaction.

“Oh- that- yeah,” He coughs to clear the hitch in his throat, hitting his fist to his chest a few times for good measure.  “I have an essay that’s due in a week” He explains quietly, certain that she didn’t actually care what he was working on.

Mai only nods, changing the subject before he could bore her with the specifics of the assignment.

“So, what’re your thoughts on the whole thing?” 

Yuuta blinks, unsure of what she was really asking.  Mai tilts her head at him, knowing he was a smart enough guy that he could figure it out on his own.

“I don’t know…” He sighs, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck.  “I don’t know what the right thing to do is…” 

Mai giggles cutely behind her fingers, as if she’d been watching two kittens playing with a ball of yarn, rather than watch a grown man struggle with the feelings he’d carried for years.  Feelings so strong everyone around him knew damn well where his heart lied.  It was a cruel laugh, but she couldn’t help it.  Yuuta could be so pitifully hilarious sometimes.

“Sorry,” Her apology is empty when he furrows his brow at her.  “It’s just… I owe Toge money for this, you know,” 

Yuuta’s gawking now, frozen and silent as he waits for further explanation.  Had everyone been in on something he hadn’t known about? Was this all some elaborate prank on him?

“I always thought you’d make the first move.  Guess Toge knew best this time” 

“Wait, you actually bet on- he bet against me?” Yuuta stammered.  Mai smiled sweetly.

“Everyone bet against you,” She told him.  “Well, everyone but me,” She corrected right away.  “Personally, I thought it’d be a whole love confession thing, you know? Like in the movies? I always thought you were the kind of guy that just wouldn’t be able to hold it in anymore.  After last night I was sure that if (y/n/n) had a little push it’d be enough for you to do something.  But it sounds like she initiated, no?” 

Yuuta’s head was spinning taking in all of this information at once.  Everyone knew? His closest friends, and they bet against him? His face felt hot with embarrassment, and just when he thought this whole thing couldn’t get worse, too.  Damn them all for being such a close knit group of friends that nothing was private anymore.

“I… I guess…” He answered the question quietly, unsurely.  Truthfully Yuuta wasn’t sure who exactly was at fault for the situation.  (y/n) might have brought up the subject, but he was the one who kissed first, wasn’t he? “So… she told you all of it?” He asked.

Mai smirked.

“Sorry, can’t break the girl code,” She says innocently.  Yuuta rolls his eyes.  Bullshit.  She just wanted to yank his chain.  “But you’re my friend too,” She reminds him.  “So I was just curious what you thought about all this” 

Their banter was cut short by (y/n’s) door swinging open, Maki’s voice carrying out into the hall as she exited, nodding for her sister to get up to head out.

(y/n) followed shortly after, a pair of heels in one hand, her other hand occupied trying to secure a bracelet on her wrist.  With her focus on awkwardly trying to maneuver the clasp with one free hand, Yuuta was given enough time to stare at her properly.

She’d spent a lot of time holed up in her room, supposedly getting ready, and now he could see just the amount of effort she’d put into doing so.  Her hair was done up, styled in perfect soft waves that bounced when she moved, and fell around her shoulders.  A simple but pretty dress hung from tiny straps at her shoulders and fell just above her knees.  It was her favorite color and one that complimented her very well.  Yuuta had been there when she’d found it and claimed it was an ‘impulse buy’, but she’d loved it thoroughly and had worn it regularly.  He stared in awe while she struggled with the jewelry and cursed under her breath.

It took him a minute to come back to reality, blinking quickly as if he needed to refocus, before approaching her with an outstretched hand and a small smile.  She understood what he was offering from the small action.  It wasn’t the first time she’d struggled to put on her own jewelry, and she’d often turned to him for help with the dainty clasps.

Sheepishly, (y/n) placed the charm bracelet in the palm of his hand, before holding her wrist out to him.  With how close she is he can smell the flowery perfume she’d just applied before coming out of her room.  It was sweet and pretty and he swore it flooded his senses like THC, lifting him right off the floor and into the clouds.

“Thank you” She murmurs.

She watches as he carefully lifts the jewelry from both ends, securing the claw clasp between his thumb and index finger gently.  A smile lifted at the corners of his lips as the little charms dangled off the silver chain, and he recognized the bracelet.

It was a gift from him.  For the first birthday she’d celebrated since moving in together.  It wasn’t the most extravagant thing, there were no jewels, the chain was made of silver rather than rose gold or something more expensive and romantic.  The charms were a mismatched set of stars and moons, some varying in color, but most of them the same silver as the chain they dangled from.  When he’d come across it, Yuuta thought he’d struck gold.  It had been the perfect gift.  He’d seen it in the window at a jewelry store he’d never looked at twice before, but somehow this little bracelet called to him and he was waltzing right inside and purchasing it at the counter not five minutes later.  

The clerk placed it in a little velvet box, which Yuuta took home and carefully wrapped a silky white ribbon around.  It had taken some practice to tie the bow just right, but he’d been very proud of his craftsmanship.  In the days leading up to her birthday, he was sure he was going to ruin the surprise, he was so giddy with excitement.

Then when the day came, and they were all out with their friends for dinner, he was a wreck.  Everyone else’s gifts were so different from his.  Maki had given her a nice leather jacket, Mai had given her a handle of her favorite rum, and Toge had given her a new game for their switch.  When all that was left was the small gift bag holding Yuuta’s gift, he was chugging his drink as she reached into it with a grin.

The table went silent when she pulled out a tell-tale velvet box, a perfect silk bow tied around it.  Yuuta avoided her gaze when her wide eyes turned to him.  He’d missed the way her cheeks had warmed up, too embarrassed by the stares from the rest of their friends.  ‘Jewelry?’ she’d asked sweetly, before carefully untying the ribbon and propping open the box.  She’d gasped, setting the box down carefully before lifting the bracelet from it, admiring each mismatched charm dangling from it.

Her eyes lit up as she turned to him, holding it out for him with one hand, the other wrist on display as she bounced in her seat, prompting him to put it on her.  That was the first of many times Yuuta had clasped the gift carefully around her wrist.  Conversation between the twins and Toge picked up again as the pair shared a sweet, private moment.  Yuuta wasn’t sure why it was so intimate to do such a simple favor for his friend, but his skin burned where it grazed hers as he adjusted the new jewelry for her.

‘It’s beautiful,’ She’d whispered softly, her eyes fond as they gazed into his.  ‘I love it so much, thank you, Yuuta’.

As he hooked the claw through the usual hoop she always wore it at, the perfect length to keep it secure on her wrist but still let the little stars loosely dangle, Yuuta couldn’t help but think about that first time he’d put it on for her.

“There,” He hummed when it hung perfectly around her wrist.  “You’re all set now” 

His eyes lingered on the bracelet and it’s meaning that he’d never quite worked up the courage to tell her about, before flickering to meet her soft expression.  There was something in her eyes that told him she was trying to say something, but she didn’t budge on it.  Her lips curved into a small smile as she nodded at him in gratitude.

“So we’re ready?” Maki cleared her throat, drawing both of their attention over to where she had her arms crossed and a brow raised.  

(y/n) was quick to shuffle away from Yuuta, sliding on her heels and making sure the straps were adjusted just right at her ankles before giving Maki a wide smile.

“Ready!” 

She leaves with a wave and a sweet call of good luck on finishing his essay.  Yuuta lingers at the door, even long after the three have left for the night.  The creeping feeling that he’s an idiot plaguing his mind again.

It wasn’t like he could tell her not to go, that wasn’t fair.  It also didn’t seem right to tag along, he wasn’t a total moron after all, he knew that she needed some space tonight with her girlfriends to collect herself and get over what happened between them.

But god, he just hoped she wasn’t going to get over it by finding someone else to distract her from it. ___

Rather than go to the usual bar that the group would spend free evenings at, Maki and Mai had promised an all new experience for the night.  Mai talked up the place animatedly, all bright eyes and movements of her perfectly manicured hands, while Maki drove and chastised her sister for being such an annoying passenger.

The longer (y/n) spent around them, the more her nerves began to settle and she finally gave in to the excitement of going out for the night.  It had been a while since they’d done something just the three of them.  Girl time was hard to come by, and often only happened in their groupchat.  Toge and Yuuta had a way of wiggling into their plans, not that they really complained about it.  It was nice to have a close and comfortable group of friends.

But right now, (y/n) needed two things.  One, time with her favorite twins that always scored free drinks wherever they went.  And two, the free drinks that the pair were currently scoring as they chatted up the bartender.  

(y/n) watched in amusement as Maki slid her glasses onto the top of her head pulling her hair away from her pretty face, and Mai leaned over the bar on her elbows, her low cut top doing all the work for her even while she undoubtedly flirted with the tattooed man behind the bar.  The high top table (y/n) sat at with all of their purses- it wasn’t like the Zen’ins needed their wallets- was far enough away that she couldn’t hear the conversation happening, but she recognized the sweet, alluring smile on Mai’s red painted lips.  It was a flirty look, and held absolutely no bite behind the bark.  It was just a well rehearsed dance, and she knew exactly how to use it to get what she wanted.

Admittedly, it had even worked on (y/n) a few times.  So she knew that no man was strong enough to withstand it’s power.

Sure enough, the girls were already headed back to the table with three drinks between them, and proud grins on their faces as they snickered between themselves.

“Did a phone number come with these?” (y/n) teased as Maki handed her the extra cocktail.  She thanked her with a bright smile, admiring the swirls of color in the drink before she stirred it up.

“Sure did,” Mai says, flashing the napkin between her fingers, the scrawl of numbers in purple ink spread across one side.  “I think I might call this one too” She adds excitedly.

Maki and (y/n) share a laugh before the three of them raise their glasses, clinking them together gently.

A few drinks passed and (y/n) had almost forgotten why she’d even wanted to go out tonight.  It was so nice to hang out with the Zen’in twins.  There was always plenty to gossip about, and especially in a setting like this one, there was only more fuel for their fire.

While Mai went back to order their fourth round, and flirt with the bartender some more, Maki dragged (y/n) out to the dance floor.  She knew her well enough to know that three drinks was just the right amount to loosen her up and get her out there without much protest.  And just as she thought, (y/n) eagerly followed, hips already swaying to the familiar beat.

“You feelin’ better?” Maki asked, leaning in close enough so she didn’t have to yell as much over the music.  Close enough that (y/n) could smell the familiar perfume she’d been wearing since they were in high school.

“I am,” She beamed up at her friend while they danced.  “Thank you for taking me out, this is just what I needed” 

Maki smiled back at her, relieved to have helped.  Even if it was only for a few hours, she knew that this distraction was necessary to clear her mind.

(y/n) and Yuuta had been dancing the dance of friends that hadn’t realized they were infatuated with each other for so long that Maki genuinely couldn’t remember a time when their romantic tension wasn’t all consuming.  When they’d decided to move in together, she’d known it was only a matter of time before something changed between them.  They all knew, hence the bet with Mai and Toge, that living in close quarters would create a rift at some point.

It sounded like that rift was more of a dive head first into unexplored territory, and (y/n’s) panic text last night that only read ‘s.o.s yuuta and i almost hooked up and i think i’m gonna have a panic attack’ was far more than anything she could expected to happen, but it was amusing nonetheless.

And Maki loved her friends.  She loved them so much she was happy to take her out for drinks and dancing in order to relieve some of the awkward tension at home.  But her friends were morons, and when this was resolved, she planned to never let them live it down.

Because there was no doubt in her mind that Yuuta loved (y/n) with every fiber of his being.  No doubt at all that (y/n) felt just the same for him.  She’d been following him around with stars in her eyes since they were children.  And Yuuta had never treated anyone the way he treated (y/n)- like she hung the moon and stars, like his entire world revolved around her.  

They could be in a crowded room with blasting music and hollering voices, and if (y/n) was speaking, Yuuta was listening to every word with his undivided attention.  Maki had seen it, on multiple occasions.

Six drinks and two free rounds of shots from the bartender that had a crush on Mai later, and Maki was struggling to herd her sister and her friend outside and towards the car.

It was very late into the night, and even for a Friday night Maki was ready to crash and get a full night of sleep.  She should have known to start the process of leaving an hour early, because since suggesting they square up their minimal tab and heading out, an hour is how long it had taken to get the two remotely close to the door.

Mai was insistent on staying until the place closes- which wasn’t for another three hours- but Maki refused to ditch her sister at a bar at one in the morning with a guy she just met.  Free drinks or not, that crossed girl and sister code for her.

(y/n) was a different story.  Three-drink (y/n) loosened up enough to dance a bit and mingle just a little.  Six-drink-and-two-shots (y/n) was making best friends out of everyone she ran into, whether they wanted to chat or not, she found a reason to hold their attention.  One girl had cute boots, some other guy was wearing a tee shirt of a band she’d heard of- not even liked, just heard of- and now she was off again talking to someone near the bathrooms.

“She said she was gonna pee!” Maki barked, and Mai lazily turned her attention towards where Maki was glaring.  “Come on, let’s go get her.  Again” 

Knowing better than to trust Mai to follow, Maki snatches her by the wrist and drags her across the bar with her.  Mai finds this amusing and a bit ridiculous, but doesn’t fight with her.

As they grow nearer and can see (y/n’s) animated talking, they also get a better look at who it was that had stolen her attention.

“Hey wait a sec,” Mai stops in her tracks, pulling her arm out of Maki’s grip only to grab her shoulder and maneuver her body until she could follow her exact line of sight.  “Is that…?” The name doesn’t come off her tongue, but it doesn’t need to.  Maki recognizes the man she’s speaking too instantly.

And she glowers, before speeding off towards the pair at a faster, more determined rate.  This time she knows Mai will be hot on her tail.

“Naoya!” 

(y/n) and the stranger she’d been talking to both perk up.  Recognition flashes in both of them as they see the Zen’in twins stampeding towards them.  (y/n) beams, delighted to see her friends.  The handsome stranger she’d been conversing with wears a smug look as he smirks at his cousins.

“We’re leaving,” Maki said, putting herself between (y/n) and her distant cousin, staring down at her friend with a grave expression.  “Let’s go-” 

“I didn’t pee” (y/n) pouts up at her, too out of it to notice the hostility between her friend and the man she’d just met.  Maki huffs, narrowing her eyes at her as though to ask ‘really?’.  (y/n) bats her eyes up at her.

“I was just keeping (y/n) here company while she waited,” Naoya speaks up.

The Zen’in twins both spun around to glare at him as he spoke.  If (y/n) hadn’t been inebriated she may have recognized the icy stares that she’d seen many people cower away from before.  Eerily enough when directed at him, he stared back at them with his chin tilted out and a smirk on his face.

“I’m happy to wait with her if you both have somewhere to be?” He suggested.

“As if” 

“Eat shit” 

Mai and Maki spoke in unison, both of their comments jarring (y/n), who was now shielded behind them like a small child.  Naoya lifted his hands in mock surrender, and took a step away from the wall.

He caught eyes with (y/n), confused, naive, drunk (y/n), who tilted her head as he waved goodbye to her.  She weakly raised a hand to return the gesture.  Maki glared between them both as she followed the interaction.

“You’ve got my number,” He grins, his eyes staying locked on hers even while Maki and Mai’s were so sharp he could almost feel them piercing his skin.  “If you change your mind on getting over that roommate” 

Mai’s jaw dropped open as she whirled around to (y/n), a look in her eyes that was somewhere between excitement and bewilderment.  Maki snarled at the man until he finally turned around and left.  It wasn’t until then that she ushered (y/n) into the bathroom, where there was no line to begin with, as it was completely empty inside.

The loud music and crowd at the bar muffled out once they were alone in there, and (y/n) was quick to scurry into a stall.

“Fucking ridiculous,” Maki cursed under her breath, while Mai pulled herself onto the counter of sinks, swinging her feet as she laughed to herself.  “If he tries to talk to her again, I’m punching him in the goddamn teeth” 

“That guy?” (y/n) called from the stall, only to go ignored by the sisters on the outside.

“Like when we were kids?” Mai mused, a smirk curling on her lips as she recalled the distant memory.

“No,” Maki shook her head, before a slow smirk of her own formed.  “That was his nose” 

They shared a laugh, even while (y/n) continued to ask who and what they were talking about.  Naoya was a face they’d hoped they’d never have to see again, but certainly had no issue breaking if it came to it.  And knowing him, things would likely come to that.  Since birth he’d been an asshole, it seemed.  Something about being a trust fund baby and a narcissistic manipulator seemed to bring out the worst in him.

(y/n) comes out of the stall with a childish frown as she drags her feet to the sink.

“We’re talking about Naoya,” Mai says, leaning back into the mirror to speak to (y/n) while she washes her hands.  “He’s our cousin” 

“That guy out there?” (y/n) mumbles, her brows furrowing as she focuses intently on soaping up her hands.  “He’s your cousin?” 

Mai nods.

“And he’s the fucking worst,” Maki pipes up with a bark in her tone that has (y/n’s) eyes snapping to her reflection in the mirror.  Sure enough, Maki was giving her a pointed glare.  “Stay away from him (y/n), he’s a piece of shit” 

With wide eyes and her lips pressed together, (y/n) nods back at her in a small movement.

She hadn’t spoken to him too much.  He’d approached her while she was lingering at the wall trying to get her texts to go through.  She vaguely recalled him saying something about a pretty girl being alone, but she hadn’t given him much of her attention, too drunk and annoyed with her phone for not working to care.

But one thing led to another and she was complaining to him about not getting in touch with her hot roommate that she’d made things complicated with, and after he showed her how to send the message as a text rather than an imessage, he’d prodded her into telling him more about this situation-ship as he’d called it, and next thing she knew, she was talking on and on about Yuuta.

And (y/n) may have been a bit drunk, but she wasn’t oblivious.  She caught the way he told her he’d help her get her mind off of things, she noticed the smirk on his lips and the darkness in his eyes as they swept her figure.  But she didn’t care about his intentions.  She just needed to vent, to an impartial- partially impartial- party that wouldn’t tell her what everyone else was telling her.

So honestly, (y/n) had no problem ignoring the new number in her contacts.  She wasn’t looking to hook up with Naoya.  But his company was appreciated while it lasted, even if he did only stick around her in the hopes of getting laid.

“She’s not interested in him like that,” Mai tells her sister, before her eyes flit over to (y/n) as she dries her hands.  “Are you?” 

(y/n) merely shakes her head, and tosses the paper towel in the bin.

“Thought so,” Mai smirked.  “You’re still hung up on Yuu-ta~” She singsongs his name with girlish charm, and Maki cracks a small laugh, relieved to know that she didn’t have to teach her asshole cousin a lesson to keep him away from her best friend.

“That much is obvious”

“Come on,” (y/n) sighs, pulling on Mai’s arm to get her off of the counter so they could finally leave the bar.  “Let’s go home so I can sleep this off and hopefully forget all of it” 

Mai slings her arm around her waist as they leave the bathroom, the noise of the busy place drowning out all else once more.  Even as the three of them push through the crowd, with Maki leading because her presence was strong enough to part a path in any crowd, (y/n’s) thoughts are messy.  It was probably all the drinks, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty for the situation she’d put herself in.

She feels Mai’s cheek on top of her head when they near the door, and Maki opens it for the two to go through first, then follow behind.  Sometimes (y/n) thinks her friendship with the twins had developed so much that she shares some of their special twin telepathy.  Because Mai squeezes her hip and nuzzles into her hair just as her thoughts begin to spiral the longer she thinks about going home.  Mai was always affectionate when she was drunk, and maybe she was riding on a high after her score with the sexy bartender, but (y/n) appreciated it nonetheless.  She even sat with her in the backseat of Maki’s car, falling half asleep on her while leaning up against one another.

“I’m so not carrying her if she passes out,” Maki half-chides as she glares at her barely conscious sister in the backseat.  “She can spend the night back there, I don’t care, I’m tired of carrying her ass around” 

(y/n) chuckles, and laughs a little louder as Mai stirs and mutters something along the lines of ‘m not fuckin’ tired back at her.

Somehow she doesn’t pass out on top of (y/n), although her weight is heavy against her, when Maki parks at (y/n’s) apartment complex, Mai sits right up and gets out of the car.  Her and (y/n) keep their arms wrapped around each other as they head inside.  Maki rolls her eyes and occasionally scolds them for being too slow, or stumbling around and bumping into things, but her voice is soft and her hands are gentle as she guides them to the door.

Just as (y/n) is slurring over her words trying- and failing- to explain that she doesn’t have her key, the door opens and Maki is pushing the two inside.

Mai disappears from (y/n’s) side almost instantly, suddenly craving a glass of water and one of the peaches on display in a porcelain bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Pretty much what you expected, yeah?” (y/n) hears Maki say, but she’s suddenly so tired that keeping her eyes open feels like a workout.  She doesn’t even have the energy to ask her what she’s talking about.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Someone replies.  A familiar voice that was deep but soft around the edges.  An instinctive smile forms on her lips.  “Thanks for driving, though.  And for… everything else” The voice grows quieter towards the end.

And then there’s a pair of hands on her shoulders, and (y/n) nearly collapses into the embrace.  She stumbles, catching her heel at an awkward angle and nearly sprains an ankle trying to correct her stance.  But the hands are faster, and stronger, and lift her by her hips before she could fall on the bent ankle or hurt herself at all.  She’s placed right back on the ground a moment later, but the hands remain.

“Yuuta~” She greets him once she finally realizes who it is that is keeping her upright.  It was an honest mistake, with her heavy eyes and alcohol flooded system, it was easy to confuse Yuuta’s strength for Maki’s.

Yuuta chuckles quietly at her delayed acknowledgement, his thumb caressing her hip in gentle circles.

“Let’s get you some water and into bed, hm?” He hums, tugging gently on her to get her to follow him.

(y/n) stumbles along without much hesitation at all.  She’s humming a tune that had been stuck in her head after she’d heard it at the bar, and Yuuta tries not to laugh at her inebriated state, but she does make it difficult.

When he opens the door to her bedroom, they realize why it had been shut.

Mai was face down in (y/n’s) pillows, passed out cold.  Her heels had been kicked off and unceremoniously thrown onto the rug, but that was as far as she got in settling in for bed.  She was still in her dress, all of her jewelry, and most definitely was staining (y/n’s) silky pillowcases with her makeup.

“Damn, that’s another pillowcase set she owes me” (y/n) mumbles with a huff, leaning defeatedly into her door frame.

“She’s done this before?” Yuuta’s brows furrow.

(y/n) looks over at him with a frustrated pout before nodding.  He winces, but their moment of shared exasperation is quickly clouded by how funny it was that such a thing had occurred twice and they hadn’t learned from it, and soon Yuuta was ushering them both out of the doorway and into the hall so they could let her sleep in peace.

“We’ll let her stay,” He says quietly, already guiding her to the other door.  His door, she realizes distantly.  “She clearly needs the rest, you can just stay in here, alright?”

He watches the delay in her realization as she turns to face him with a concerned look on her face.  Yuuta already knows what she’s going to say before the words form in her mouth.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” He eases her into the room with a gentle hand on her lower back.  Her expression is still unsure, but her feet move on their own accord further into the room.  “Get somethin’ to wear out of the dresser,” Yuuta instructs, knocking his knuckle against the drawer he kept his sleepwear in.  “I’ll go let Maki know she can stay with Mai if she wants” 

(y/n) gives him a small nod before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.  

It felt odd being in his room, not because it was unfamiliar to her, she actually spent plenty of time lounging in his room with him, but it was odd being there without him.  Especially when she’d been asked to change, and into his clothes no less.  

Her movements were hesitant as she opened the drawer he’d pointed to.  The wood creaked out and put his clothes on their perfect, organized display.  She let out a small laugh through her nose at how crisp his tee shirts were folded, and similarly, the even rolls of sweatpants beside them.  It was almost ridiculous how perfect it all looked.  But she couldn’t be surprised.

It almost felt wrong to pluck out a tee shirt and pair of sweats and unfold them, but suddenly her wrinkled skirt and the straps that didn’t want to stay in place on her shoulders were enough of a bother for her to unzip the irritating material and let it drop to the floor.

Yuuta’s clothes smelled like him.  Which shouldn’t have been something that surprise her as much as it did, pausing as she tugged the tee shirt down, dipping her nose against the loose collar and inhaling the familiar scent of pine and the laundry detergent they shared, creating a fragrance that was so distinctly Yuuta she could recognize it in a second.

She tied the drawstrings of the sweatpants in a double knot to keep them from sliding back off her hips, and that was when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in” She called quietly, aware of the sleeping girl in the next room over.  Although a tornado couldn’t stir Mai from the drunken slumber she was in.

Yuuta opened the door slowly, trying to keep it from creaking, before he entered the room.

He tried not to stare, he really did, but he couldn’t help but smile at the way his clothes blanketed her, and just how cute she looked in them.  It wasn’t necessarily the first time she’s worn his clothes, there had been plenty of times where he’d lent her his jacket, or a spare tee shirt in high school when she’d spilled milk on her blouse, and those times had felt special too, but now felt… significant.

Seeing her wrapped up in his pajamas in his room while getting ready to go to sleep in his bed, Yuuta’s grinning at her while her face is going pink with embarrassment.

“Maki went home,” He cleared his throat, trying to remember the conversation he’d just had before he walked in here and had his mind wiped of all logical thought.  “She said she’ll pick Mai up in the morning” 

“Alright then,” (y/n) nodded in understanding.  “Oh, and can I borrow a-” 

“Your shoes are still on,” 

Yuuta’s voice is soft as he cuts her off, vaguely pointing to where her strappy heels poked out under the pool of fluffy cotton at her feet.  She looks down as though confused by the statement, but sure enough she realizes she hadn’t taken them off when she’d dropped her dress and stepped into the sweats.

She giggles to herself and lifts a leg, the excess fabric of his pants hanging off her ankle so she could be sure her heels were in fact still on her feet.

“Here,” Yuuta reaches out, guiding her to sit on the edge of his bed.  She follows, but just before she could lean over to undo the small buckles at her ankles, Yuuta was already kneeling to the ground before her.

(y/n’s) certain that her mistake from the night prior is the only reason that she feels a swell in her chest and an intimate tension settle in the air around them.  Because there’s no other reason she should feel her heart racing and her face going hot as he carefully unlatches the buckle of the left shoe and slides the strap out before pulling the shoe away and dropping it to the floor.  There’s no reason why she should feel butterflies fluttering around her tummy as he follows the same procedure for the right one.

But she does.  She feels her blush and the butterflies and the dryness in her throat as the tension sucks all of the oxygen right from her lungs.  And when he looks up at her with a sweet smile, surely happy to have helped, all of those feelings seem to be put under a magnifying glass.

“Better?” He asks with that damn smile.

Against her will, her mind wanders to how soft and warm that smile had felt when it was pressed against her mouth.  How firm and gentle and experienced his mouth felt when it kissed hers.  Her fingers dig into the plush comforter she sat on, trying to ground herself to reality, as far away from that memory as she could get.

She gives him a small nod.

“What did you want to borrow?” He asks as he stands, and her eyes follow his as he’s suddenly so easily towering over her.  She almost had no idea what he was talking about, and she’s quick to release her hold on the blanket.

“Right- um- could I borrow one of your blankets? Mai is on top of all of-” 

Yuuta’s chuckling makes her halt in her explanation, her brows barely pinching together in question at the reaction.

“You don’t need to sleep on the couch (y/n/n), you can stay in here, I already told you that,” 

She presses her lips together as she regards him, trying to find any source of discomfort or regret.  He seems to pick up on her evaluation, and he raises a brow as he chuckles at her.

The sound feels all too delighted, like he was amused by her hesitation.

“(y/n), it’s fine, you’re overthinking,” He tells her.  “I’ll get you a glass of water, m’kay? Just… get comfortable.  You’ve slept in here tons of times before” 

He leaves the room before she could say what they were both thinking.  Not like this.  She’d accidentally napped in here on a few occasions, waiting too long for him to be done studying, or when her bedding was in the wash and she had grown tired after a day of chores, she wasn’t a stranger to his bed.  But just as she wasn’t a stranger to his room, it still felt all too new right now.

Like if she moved too quickly she might break something intangible yet oh so fragile.

Nonetheless, she shuffles into the bed and under the covers, and her hazy mind begins to settle as soon as she rests her head on one of Yuuta’s feathery pillows.  She wonders if everything he surrounded himself with- his clothes, his blankets, his pillows- was comfortable because he valued comfort, or if it simply was because it was all his.  Because it was an extension of him.

But maybe she was still just a bit drunk and overthinking the fluffy warmth surrounding her.  Maybe he was right about that part.

She’d just been drifting off to sleep when the door opened again, and she peeks her eyes open as Yuuta brings a glass of water over to the bedside table she laid next to.

“Try to drink all that tonight, alright?” His voice is a hum, surrounded by softness, and comfort, and she’s reaching for that question in the back of her mind again, prodding at it until she’s a little less sleepy, her curiosity stirring her mind enough to keep it active.

“Alright,” She murmurs back, leaning up on her elbow as she reaches for the glass, delighted to see it was chilled with ice.  “Thank you” She adds before taking a few sips.  Her dry throat had gone unnoticed until the first touch of water to her tongue, and suddenly she’s drinking down half the glass.

The bed dips behind her as Yuuta settles in, sighing to himself quietly as he gets situated.  (y/n) quickly sets the glass back down, before turning over to face him.

In the dark room she vaguely makes out his silhouette, and she can’t tell if he’s looking at her or not, so maybe it’s what helped ease her nerves as she laid before him.

“Did you have a good night?” He breaks the silence first, but he keeps his voice quiet.

“Yeah, I guess so,” (y/n) mumbles back, her fingers finding a loose thread in his sheets.  “It was fun dancing with Maki and Mai…” She wraps the thread around the tip of her middle finger.

“You sound disappointed” Yuuta comments, hooking his arm under his pillow so he could get a slightly better read on her expression, but the shadows cast over her features are too dark for him to decipher.

But he can feel it when she shrugs one of her shoulders and hums in a way that sounds like I don’t know.

“It was alright, it was, I just…” She tries to explain it, but as she speaks the rest of the words just don’t come to mind.  It had been fine, it had been fun even, nothing wrong had happened, but it didn’t quite feel… “I think I just thought my tendency of drinking to forget was the right way to go, but I don’t think it worked, and I think I’m only going to feel worse,” 

It was word vomit through and through, an endless stream of thoughts flowing right out of her mouth before she could think twice about what she was saying or how it might make him feel.  But the cusp of the issue was right there and she was dying to understand the complicated knot of feelings swelling in her chest.

“I think I made a mistake,” She slows down as she says this, and Yuuta wishes she would’ve ripped off the bandaid, but at least she couldn’t see it when he frowned at her.  “But not- not for what you think, I don’t mean it… like that,” She stammers a bit as she tries to correct herself, the alcohol still in her system doing her no favors besides the minor boost in courage.  “But I… I don’t think I could handle it” She says in a small voice.

She’s quiet for a bit as she tightens the thread around her finger, barely able to make out the way it creases and dips into her skin.

“Well…” Yuuta sighs, struggling to find the right thing to say to her.  

What could he say? He could tell her the truth, unpack all of his feelings, his entire heart, right here, but at the end of the day wouldn’t that just make things more complicated? She wasn’t exactly sober, and if she didn’t feel remotely the same way then he dug himself a socially awkward grave that he’d just have to live in because damn it they split the rent.  He’s panicking, breaking into a cold sweat even under two blankets.

“It was just a kiss, yeah?” He repeats what she’d told him just last night.  But unlike the confident, smug way she’d phrased it, he sounds unsure, and maybe even frightened.

Her head moves, and he still can’t make out the direction of her gaze, but he can still feel her eyes on him.  He tries to focus his vision better, hoping to adjust to the darkness soon.

“If it was just a kiss I don’t think I would’ve felt compelled to go out and try to forget it happened,” (y/n) replies, her voice hushed, afraid of revealing too much.  “I’m just really sorry” 

Yuuta blinks a few times, as if that would help him figure out if he heard her right.

“You don’t have to apologize, (y/n),” He tells her, his voice taking on a more serious tone.  “You have nothing to be sorry for, you didn’t do anything wrong-” 

“I made things so weird and over- over some dumb advice from Maki- and I just can’t believe I managed to find a way to make our friendship weird because- because you mean a lot to me, you’re really my best friend, Yuuta” 

He can’t tell if his heart swells with love or bursts with the sting of rejection at the statement.

“You’re overthinking again,” He forces a light chuckle, before reaching out and gently wrapping his hand over hers.  “It’s not that weird, alright? Nothing could change… us… okay?” 

She doesn’t say anything, just sighs in disappointment while his thumb brushes over the back of her hand.

“You mean a lot to me too, you know that,” He tried to lighten the mood, but with barely seeing her face it was hard to tell how she was feeling.  “It was just a kiss, alright? Just a… really nice kiss” 

“A few really nice kisses,” She mutters under her breath, finally cracking a small laugh.  Yuuta beams back at her, unable to stop himself from giggling back at her.

It grows quiet between them after a few minutes, but this time it’s comfortable, and she feels her muscles untense as she sinks further into the mattress.

“I did complain about you, though” 

“Complain?” Yuuta pouted.  “To the Zen’ins? They’ll use that against me, you know” 

(y/n) giggles, knowing full well that if she’d told the twins one foul thing about Yuuta they’d grab him by the ankles and dangle him right off this apartment building until he apologized to her.  But she shakes her head at him.

“No, no not to them.  Some guy at the bar,” She explains.  “Their cousin, actually,” 

He racks his brain for a minute, trying to recall who this cousin is, but he can only think of Megumi, and everyone knew Megumi, so had she run into Megumi, she would’ve said so, wouldn’t she? But no, she said some guy.

“Got his number, too,” She adds, but she sounds defeated, like it wasn’t a victory to get a cute stranger’s number at a bar when she’d specifically gone out seeking a distraction.

Something odd twists in Yuuta’s gut.  The jealousy was distinct, but the pride in picking up on the fact that she hadn’t been interested in this mysterious Zen’in relative.

“Maki said he’s a dick, though,” She explained her lack of interest.  “But he was sure happy to put up with my troubles” 

Yuuta lets out a humorless laugh.  “Who wouldn’t listen to a pretty girl at a bar rant about her problems?” He asks, and he can’t quite see it but he knows she rolls her eyes at him.  “But since you got that number complaining about me, that makes me a wingman, right?” 

She snorts back at him.

“Not in the slightest” 

“No?” He frowns.  “Why not?” 

“For one, you weren’t there, you can’t be a wingman if you’re not present,” She explains, matter-of-factly.  “And for two, I don’t think telling a guy how annoying it is that my hot roommate has been walking around in a towel and getting in my head really is all that deserving of me getting a phone number.  I don’t think that booty-call was going to lead anywhere other than the bathroom stall” 

Yuuta crinkled his nose at the descriptive language, before backtracking and perking up at the other part.

“Did you say I’m hot?” 

Realization flashes in her eyes, and Yuuta thanks whatever deity is up there that he can finally make out her features in the dark room.  When she doesn’t immediately reply, his lips curl into a grin.

“You did!” He teases, and she yanks her hand out of his gentle hold, only for him to poke at her face playfully.  “You said-!” 

“Hush,” She shushes him with irritation.  “You’ll wake up Mai.  And- and that’s not a big deal.  You compliment me all the time” 

Her face is burning, and the smile that threatens to take over her face is beginning to win.

“Shut up, that’s totally different,” He murmurs, and moves closer to her when she tries to shrink away out of embarrassment.  “You called me your hot roommate.  And apparently you’re getting bothered over a towel? Is me being shirtless that upsetting?” 

“I’m not doing this with you right now-” 

“Oh no, come on, you have to now,” Yuuta pleads, his voice still that annoyingly sexy teasing tone.  (y/n) turns to push her face into her pillow, and he wiggles closer again, eager to hear what else she’d had on her mind.  “Come on, what else did you have to complain about?” 

“I complained that you’re annoying,” She whines, her voice muffled by the pillow.  Yuuta chuckles.  “And I complained about how you don’t know how much you…” She trails off, and her voice goes impossibly quieter.  “Bother me” She finishes in a mumble to the pillow.

He hears it perfectly clear.

His face feels hot, and there’s a familiar little tingle in his stomach.  But he smirks at her hiding form.

“Well what else, then?” He asks.

(y/n) rolls her head to the side, pressing her cheek back into the pillow as she looks over at him.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“What else bothers you?” He clarifies his question.

She giggles as she shakes her head at him.

“No way” 

“Yes way,” Yuuta laughs back at her.  “Come on, tell me” 

“No!” She protests again in a hiss.  “Am I not embarrassed enough already? I’m taking this to my grave” 

“No you’re not,” Yuuta scoffs.  “Come on, you tell me everything, so, tell me” 

She supposed he had a point.  A dumb one, but a point nonetheless.  Clearly at some point or another she was bound to indulge him on this.  Even though she couldn’t explain it, she was always driven to share every part of herself with Yuuta.  Even when it was embarrassing.  Even when it was intimate.

(y/n) may have told the Zen’in twins about the rushing-out-of-the-shower thing, but that hadn’t meant there weren’t other instances where her mind crossed the platonic boundary between her revolving thoughts of Yuuta.  That was just the first occurrence she assumed they could understand.

She huffs.

“Sometimes you wear your tee shirts a size too small,” She mumbles.

Yuuta wants to tease her, maybe crack a joke, but he keeps his mouth shut as she gives in.  He didn’t want to miss a single word.  He had to pay close attention so he knew exactly how to get under her skin in all the right ways.  Hearing that she found him hot was one thing, he could pass it off as a joke or an empty compliment.  Hearing that there were specific things that he did that made her sexually frustrated? He couldn’t mess this up for himself.

“And when you drive me places, you do that thing with your arm when you back the car up” She adds.

“What do you mean?” He questions that one with a furrowed brow.

“You know,” She mumbles, weakly lifting her arm to demonstrate, bending it behind her head.  He shakes his head, not understanding in the slightest.  “You always grab the back of my seat and look over your shoulder,” She tries to put it into words.  “And then, it’s just, like-” The words fail her again as she continues the motion with her arm.  Yuuta thinks he gets what she’s trying to explain, but he has no idea that such a mundane action was a bother for her.

“That turns you on?” He tries not to laugh, but then (y/n’s) face goes red and she’s trying to deny it.

“I didn’t say that!” She squeaks out.  “I just, you know, forget that I’m not supposed to… thinkaboutyoulikethat” She rushes the confession out as fast as she can.

“I… think that’s pretty normal,” Yuuta admits quietly.  (y/n) blinks wide eyes at him, waiting for him to continue.  “And if anything, I’m flattered,” He adds with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah,” (y/n) huffs, before wiggling closer, pressing her forehead into his chest before sighing, sleepiness overcoming her.  “Not a word of this to anyone else” She mutters.

Yuuta mock whines as he wraps an arm around her back, tucking her closer against him.  He pretends not to notice when her nose nuzzles into his tee shirt, in the middle of his chest.  He pretends not to notice when her hand slips across his abdomen and over his waist.

“I think about you too,” He murmurs, resting his chin on top of her head.  Her fingers twitch on his hip, almost tickling him.  He tries not to wiggle, he doesn’t want her to think he’s uncomfortable.  “For the record” 

“You do?” She mumbles, half asleep already, but too curious about what he meant by that.

“Mhm” He hums, his hand trailing down her spine and then back up again, the gentle touch of his fingers warming her up, making her melt further into him.

“Like when?” She asks, and when he doesn’t reply right away, she lets out a sigh.  “Come on, I told you!” She whined.  “Now you have to tell me some embarrassing stuff, too” 

“Alright, that’s fair,” Yuuta agreed.  “I like when you wear that dress” He says.  (y/n) beams against his chest.

“That one?” She mumbles, weakly gesturing to the pool of fabric on his floor.  He nods back at her.

“Mhm,” He confirms quietly.  “I know it’s your favorite.  It should be” He smiles to himself.  (y/n) giggles quietly, the soft vibrations hitting his chest and warming his skin.

“Tell me more” She mumbles, the words barely audible.  Yuuta knows that she’s going to pass out soon.  Her breathing was beginning to slow, and her chest rose and fell in steady movements.  Surely he could leave this conversation as it is and she’d be fast asleep in a minute or two anyhow.

“Well,” He sighs out the word, as if he had to pick his own brain to come up with more examples, as if every little thing she did wasn’t enough to catch his eye on it’s own.  “Maybe things are a lil’ different now, hm?” He hums.

(y/n) doesn’t respond.  For a second, he thinks maybe she’s finally fallen asleep, but just as he contemplates checking, her head moves in a small nod.  A silent, barely-there admission.

“I like the way you kiss,” He says, and she can hear the smile in his voice, the cheeky but all-too shy little grin that she’s grown so accustomed to.  She gives him another giggle, a breathless little laugh that makes her shoulders shake and her nose press into the collar of his shirt.  “It’s true, I mean it,” Yuuta said, a quiet laugh escaping him as well.  Partially due to her laughter infecting him, partially out of the relief that maybe talking about what happened would help them both to not feel so weird about it now.  “You’re a good kisser, you should be proud.  I for one feel honored” 

He’s teasing, she knows that, but her face still feels warm as she keeps it tucked away in his chest, hoping that her heart wasn’t beating so rapidly that he could hear it in the quiet room.

“You’re a good kisser, too,” Her words are more slurred than before, Yuuta can practically hear her losing consciousness as she drifts off.  “Really good kisser” She adds under her breath.

And then her head feels a little heavier on his chest, and Yuuta doesn’t have to check to know she’s asleep in his arms.  He’s exhausted and he knows he should close his eyes and try to sleep, too.  But it feels too nice to hold her close, so he hangs onto consciousness for as long as he can.

Before his body’s tiredness finally takes over, he brushes his lips over the crown of her head, and settles into his pillow with his arms securely wrapped around her, making sure that she stays close while he sleeps.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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not strong enough ꕥ kwon jae-sung x fem!reader

synopsis : with the seikai teikai only allowing six participants from each dojo to join, you start to reconsider the role karate might play in your life, much to your boyfriend’s dismay.

genre : angst

warning(s) : shouting, micommunication, ambiguous ending.

It was midnight, and the two of you should’ve been in bed resting to get up early for training at dawn, but Kwon had decided to take it upon himself to sneak out with you and celebrate his upcoming departure to Barcelona for the Seikai Teikai. 

The moon cast a glow on the mountain tops, a place you both had discovered together, somewhere to escape the watchful eyes of others. 

You sat next to Kwon, admiring his features while simultaneously debating on whether to tell him of your future plans. His face was loaded with excitement as he talked lively about the upcoming tournament. 

You felt guilty for what you were about to do knowing how it would ruin the sweet moment between the two of you, but keeping it in any longer felt like torture. You couldn’t keep lying to him.

“Kwon, I need to tell you something… I’m quitting the dojang and moving back to Seoul,” you said, your voice trembling. You cringed at the words leaving your mouth, making the decision in your head all too real. There’s no turning back now. 

It took him a while to register what you’d said. He looked at you with confusion written all over his face. “Wait, why!? You want to leave the dojang?” he asked in bewilderment.

You reached for his hand, your thumb tracing over his knuckles riddled with scars from the intensive training that Sensei Kim had no problem giving out. She was one of the many reasons on your mental list for wanting to leave. 

“I know we said we’d do this together, but I—” you tried to explain to him, but he cut you off, pushing your hands away as he stood up abruptly. 

His anger was getting the best of him. He couldn’t understand where this was coming from. Everything was going so well. Why would you want to leave him the dojang?

“But you what? Huh? Tell me why!” he demanded, his voice rising with each word, echoing in the quiet night. 

“I don’t have a future in karate, not in the same way you do at least. I’m not strong or passionate enough for it,” you embarrassingly admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“But you are strong! I‘ve seen it myself.” He tried to reassure you hoping it would make you stay.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend. I’m weak. Sensei Kim and Sensei Kreese know it too, even if they don’t say it. If I was as strong as you say I am, I would be going to Barcelona with you, but I’m not.” You looked down as you fidgeted with your hands, scared that if you didn’t, you’d start crying.

Kwon’s jaw clenched in frustration, pacing back and forth trying to regulate his anger with some breathing technique you had taught him when you first started dating. The memories of those early days together flooded back in his mind making him all too vulnerable to his own tears.

After some time, he sat down next to you, and in a low, exasperated tone asked, “Why couldn’t you wait until after the tournament to quit or at least tell me? Why does it have to be now?” He looked into your eyes, his filled with desperation and yours filled with guilt. The reality of the moment pressed down on you, making it hard to think.

“I can’t keep lying to you Kwon, it’s not fair the both of us. I can’t waste any more time chasing a future that isn’t plausible. I’m fine with not being the strongest, but I need to move back to Seoul and start getting ready for the suneung.” A sense of ease washed over you as you finally spoke the truth, but it was quickly replaced by the ache of seeing Kwon’s reaction. His eyes were glossy, and his eyebrows wrinkled in concentration making sure his tears didn’t spill.

Kwon let out a heavy sigh. “We’ve come so far together. Why can’t we keep going?”

“I need to find my own path, even if it means leaving you and the dojang behind,” you replied.

He sat in silence for a while, his mind racing as he tried to process your words. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely audible. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know you will, but just know I’ll be cheering you on. No matter where you are. I’ll miss you too,” you replied, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him. He looked at you, his eyes searching for something, anything, that could change your mind. But deep down, he knew this was something you had thought long and hard about. The silence between you was heavy, filled with all the things left unsaid.

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[ aftermath ] t. zegras

paring : Trevor Zegras x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) helps Trevor deal with Jamie leaving and breaking his ankle all in 24 hours

warning(s) : injury, some angst

author’s note : it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me

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She definitely believes in the snowball effect after the last 24 hours of her life. It’s one of the reasons why she’s currently on a flight in the middle of the night to Raleigh to meet her boyfriend’s hockey team at their hotel.

Both her life and Trevor’s life have changed so much in 24 hours. Trevor left with the Ducks for their road trip expecting to have a fun trip. His best friend was finally 21 and could enjoy all that Nashville had to offer.

Then Jamie got the call that no player ever really wants to get from their general manager.

Hours later, he was on a flight to Philly and leaving the Ducks and a distraught Trevor behind in Tennessee.

She should’ve gotten on a plane then and there. Instead, she tempted fate.

The next day was Trevor’s 200th career NHL game, and he had to play it without his best friend on the ice with him. (Y/N) happily watched from their apartment in Anaheim.

Until Trevor went down along the boards after 3 shifts and two minutes total on the ice. She was on her feet as she watched her boyfriend get helped down the tunnel. He wasn’t putting any pressure on his left leg as the trainers helped him.

She blew up his phone with texts and calls until one in the morning California time. He never replied. Then she texted Mason and asked where the Ducks were staying in Raleigh. She booked a flight and asked Mason to get Trevor’s room number when they got there.

Luckily there was a nonstop flight to Raleigh that left from LAX at three that she just barely made. She packed a duffel bag and ran out the door to catch the flight.

After nearly five hours in the air and multiple timezone changes, (Y/N) lands in North Carolina. She left at three in the morning and landed at eleven in the morning. Mason’s text with Trevor’s room number and a he’s cranky comes through as she grabs her duffel from baggage claim.

Honestly, she should’ve gotten on a flight as soon as Trevor told her that Jamie got traded. This is what happens when you tempt fate.

She orders an Uber from the airport to the hotel where Trevor is staying with the Ducks.

Why he traveled with them after getting hurt is beyond her. Maybe it isn’t a long term injury and it’s just a sprain.

Either way, she’s about to find out.

After a ten minute debate with herself, she lightly knocks on Trevor’s door.

It’s a second before the door opens. As soon as it swings open though, her heart breaks at the sight behind it.

Trevor stands on crutches with his ankle wrapped. His eyes are red and puffy and it looks like he hasn’t slept a wink in two days. Honestly, he probably hasn’t.

"Trev," she pouts.

He shakes his head and quickly spins to walk back into the room. She follows him and lets the door shut behind her. "I don't want you here, (Y/N)," he tells her. The voice crack tells her all she needs to know. He does actually need her here.

"I don't care," she replies. "I'm here anyway." Trevor leans the crutches against the middle table and sits on the bed. "You haven't exactly had the best few days so I came to make sure you're okay."

"I'm not fucking okay!" Trevor shouts at her before rubbing his face and running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. "My best friend plays across the damn country now after getting traded out of nowhere and I might have just broken my damn ankle in a milestone game. I'm going to be out for like two months again."

(Y/N) crouches down in front of him and puts her hands on his knees. "I'm sorry, baby," she softly says. "I can't even begin to imagine how you feel right now. I know Jamie's in Philly right now and I know you won't talk to anyone else about how you feel so that's why I'm here. I don't want you to bottle up your feelings."

"It just sucks," Trevor says, voice shaky. "Everything's changing and I don't like it. I'm probably going to have to go to Jamie's and pack his apartment so I can send his stuff to him, especially now that I'm out and won't be able to do anything."

She gets up and sits next to her boyfriend. She grabs one of his hands and holds it on her lap. She rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. Trevor leans over and drops his head to her shoulder. She wraps an arm around his shoulders and plays with his hair.

"I'm here," she whispers. "I don't care if you don't want me here. I'll always be here."

"I know," Trevor replies. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just frustrated and confused and in pain."

(Y/N) kisses his temple and buries her face in his hair. "It's okay," she says. "You're feeling a lot right now so I don't blame you for anything you say right now. Just know that I'll be here the entire time. As for Jamie, you know he's a phone call away whenever you wanna talk to him. He'll answer every single time you call him."

He nods. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Can we lay down until I meet with the doctor?"

"Of course," she replies. "Whatever you wanna do. What time do you meet with the doctor?"

"Three," Trevor tells her as he gets comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can since he's hurt. "I have to leave at two."

That's enough time for both of them to take a two hour nap.

She sets her alarm for 1:30 then settles in next to him. She wraps a leg around his waist and rests her head on his forehead while he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming," Trevor whispers, his voice tired. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she assures him. "Close your eyes for a bit. I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."

He nods and within seconds, his breathing evens out. She smiles and falls asleep herself knowing that Trevor is finally getting some rest.

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Drunk n Love — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Ethans drunk and he says some cute and lovey stuff

WARNINGS: none :)

You were walking around this stupid frat party wondering where your boyfriend went. You saw Mindy and Anika on the couch so you went to them first. “Hey guys, have you seen Ethan? I can’t find him anywhere,” you ask worriedly.

“Uhh I think he’s in the kitchen with Chad,” Mindy tells you and with a nod of your head you go to look for him. Pushing past all these sweaty people you wonder why you’re even here. Chad had convinced Ethan to go and Ethan didn’t want to go without you, he had practically begged you. You loved him but he was such a piece of work when he wanted to be.

You go to the kitchen and the first thing you see is Chad and Ethan chugging whatever’s in their red solo cups. “Heyyy Y/N!” Chad shouts as he slams his cup on the counter, clearly drunk. ‘Oh god’ you thought. You look over at Ethan who can barely stand on his own. “Chad, what have you made him drink?”

“Hey I didn’t do anyyythin’ he has a mind of his own and a very smart one too! What I do- or wait what HE does is not my fault,” he says defensively with his hands raised.

“Uh huh- right.” You go over to Ethan and put your arm around him. Fuck he was heavy. “Hiii y/n you look so pre-pretty,” he says with a hiccup. You mutter a ‘thank you eth’ and then look over at Chad, “I’m taking him home. You stay here and I’ll get your sister,” you say pointing to Chad with a stern look.

“Yeah yeah whatever mom,” he slurs and pours himself another drink.

“C’mon Eth, let’s get you home.”

“Yes ma’am.” You roll your eyes and make your way back over to where Mindy was. “Mindy! Your brother’s in the kitchen absolutely wasted I think it’s time to take everyone home.”

“Aw shit alright. Thanks, y/n.” You nod and try to get Ethan to move with you but he was too busy staring at his hands. “Ethan what the hell are you doing?”

“Look- look at my hands why are they so big? They’re like very large.” You try not to laugh and grab one of his hands. “Yeah they’re so strong now cmon let’s go home, Eth.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You have to.”

“Nuh-uh you can’t make me,” he says sticking his tongue out.

“Ethan I swear to god if you don’t move right now I will kick your ass.”

“Ooo i like you mad you look hot,” he says with a goofy smile and a giggle as he sways. “Ethan! Come on!” You’re now dragging him out of the door and he mutters an ‘okay okay’.

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You end up finally making it to his dorm after a long walk that should’ve only been five minutes. You walk him to his room and place him on the bed. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans that probably weren’t going to be comfortable to sleep in.

“Ethan, do you have any pajamas or something more comfortable?” You ask pushing some curls out of his face.

“Mhmmm they’re in the sec- second drawer, baby.” The poor boy could barely hold his head up. You nod at him before going to the drawer and pulling out plaid blue pajama pants and grabbing a random gray t-shirt.

You sit the clothes in his lap, “Here go get dressed in the bathroom.”

“I don’t wanna get upppp,” he whines.

“Ethan I don’t wanna watch you change-“

“You’ve never had a problem beforeee,” he giggles.

“That’s when you’re sober dumbass,” You playfully push his shoulder and he falls back on the bed dramatically with a ‘so rude!’

“Fine, I’ll just turn around.” And you do so as he changes. You could hear him struggle trying to get his shirt off and wanted to laugh at him. He didn’t get drunk often, but it was slightly amusing to you when he did.

“Okay Okay im good now,” he tells you.

“Alright, let’s get you in bed,” you say and he crawls under the covers. You put a light blanket over him and kiss his head as you go to turn off the light.

“Wait-” he stops you as he gently grabs your wrist. “Are you not gonna sleep with me?” he asks with a pout.

“Ethan, I have to go.”

“Nooo! No you don’t. Can you just- just stay with me until I sleep? Please?” He says with his big brown eyes looking up at you.

“Okay, but only till you fall asleep.”

“Yayyy!!” You shush him for being too loud before you’re under the covers with him. He turns so his back isn’t facing you anymore and instead he wraps his arms around you while his chin is on top of your head.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah Ethan?”

“You know I love you right. I love you a lot and thank you for takin ca- caare of me. You’re a good partner.”

“I love you too and you’re welc-“

He cuts you off, “I’m gonna marry you some day, did you know? We’re gonna have a weddin a faancy one too,” he smiles to himself.

You’re stunned for a moment before the biggest smile is across your face. You’re about to respond but you see he already closed his eyes and was ready to sleep. You lay there with him not wanting to get up and decided you were going to stay there all night.

Even though he probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, you would, and you’d treasure the memory.

That boy has your whole heart.

this sucksss but I love him so much :( AND IM SORRY GUYS ILL WORK ON REQUESTS TMR!!

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I’ll do things right this time.

Sneak peek: Bucky and you had been exploring the dynamics of a d/s relationship, only you didn’t do as much research as you should’ve which is how you end up experiencing sub drop. That’s a mistake Bucky won’t let happen again.

Bucky x Avenger! Fem Reader

Smut/Angst/Fluff

Word count: 4170

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, Porn with plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up), fingering, oral (female receiving), D/S dynamic, spanking (with a belt), Language, choking, aftercare!, dirty talk? (not degrading, but something), no use of y/n, talk of depression and mental health, subspace, sub drop, Let me know if I missed any.

Not edited - This thought came to me this morning and I had to get it written down. Also I do NOT consent to having my work translated or posted to any other site! That being said I don't own the following images of characters. Enjoy!

Bucky’s hand gripped your throat as he continued to pound into you from behind, placing just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were in pure bliss, not a single coherent thought running through your head, only thoughts of him.

“That’s it doll, take my fucking cock.” Bucky grunted.

You could only whine in response. Your mind had long since emptied and you were left unable to form words. You felt like putty in the hands of your boyfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. You knew this had been good for Buck. The two of you recently exploring your sex life had led to this night where he was truly dominating you for the first time. After having no control in his life for so long, you knew he needed this, to control something, to control you. And you fucking loved it, surrendering yourself to him completely was the greatest experience, especially if it would feel like this every time.

You could feel what had to be your fourth or fifth orgasm approaching, and you were too far gone to even notify Bucky before it came crashing over you.

“Christ, another one. Baby you’re gripping me so ti-ght” Bucky breathed into your ear as he sloppily thrusted into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum doll. I’m gonna fill you up so good.” And with those words he finished, pushing his seed into you as his hips slowed.

He didn’t slip out right away, instead he stayed momentarily as he removed his hand from your throat and pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder. You were so far gone, you’d honestly didn’t even feel it, so when he’d actually slipped out of you and then the bed to retrieve a wet cloth to clean up the mess pooling between your legs, you hissed from not only the sensitivity but the shock.

Bucky threw the cloth into the laundry basket in your bathroom and returned to your bed. As he positioned himself behind you, he let his arm creep around your middle and pull you into him.

“You with me doll?” He questioned.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed as you nuzzled your face into the pillow.

You’d never felt like this before. I mean sure, Bucky has definitely fucked you stupid before, but this was different. It was like your consciousness had left your body and was watching from the other side of the room. It had been so good…so what was this darkness that was starting to creep in?

The morning came quickly, Bucky had been alerted to a meeting. Needing to complete the official debriefing from his latest mission, which left you all alone in your bed. When you stirred and rolled over to find the bed empty on his side, well that was the cool wind that pushed the door open, inviting the darkness in.

Bucky found you curled up in bed like this hours later. He was immediately filled with panic, you never stayed in bed all day, not unless it was by his side. Or if you were feeling particularly down.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He questions.

Your silence only worried him further. Normally if you were going through an episode you’d at least inform him in some way that you didn’t want to talk to him. Why were you being so quiet now? He leaned down to kiss your hairline and whisper to you that he was there if you needed him. It was when two whole days had passed, and he was sure you hadn’t moved, that he became increasingly worried. He’d vented to Steve a bit and ultimately Steve couldn’t offer much advice, this was uncharted territory for him.

It was when Bucky ran into Wanda that he got the idea. If she could just tap into your head and see what was going on, maybe he could make things better. He needed to know if he had caused this, if he was the reason you were lost in the storm of your mind.

 “I don’t like to do this without consent of the person Barnes.” Wanda seethed.

“I know, but Wanda she’s your friend and she has been like this for almost three days, and I am worried about her!” Bucky rushed.

“Fine!” Wanda folded.

Bucky watched as the red fog made its way from Wanda’s fingers to your mind. Wanda’s face contorted as she made contact with your thoughts. Bucky couldn’t quite read the expression she was wearing. Wanda let a small smile grace her lips briefly before it turned into a grimace and then a scowl, directed at Bucky.

“You are lucky she is my friend, because that was way too much information.” Wanda cringed.

“So? What is it? What’s wrong with her?” Bucky begs.

“She explained it as sub drop. She had read about it, it’s like when you drop from such a high. It can hit especially bad if there isn’t proper aftercare.” Wanda explained.

Bucky nodded in understanding. He thanked Wanda and apologized for the awkwardness of the situation. He made his way to your laptop to figure out how he could make things better. Unfortunately, it seemed to be very similar to when you were in a depressive episode. He had to reassure you he was there, but ultimately waiting it out was the only option.

It took 36 more hours for you to speak to him again. He was sure he’d imagined it initially, but as you sputtered from the dryness of your throat, he made out your request.

“Water?”

He jumped up so quickly to get you the water and after you’d taken a few sips he had pulled you into his arms and held you tightly for hours.

That was three weeks ago.

“You’re never going to touch me again are you?” You wondered.

You glanced over at Bucky, who was scrolling through his phone. Presumably looking even further into the d/s dynamic you’d started. Since the incident he had expressed that you two wouldn’t engage in a scene until he was sure how to do it safely.

“Doll, I just want to make sure that we’re doing this right. That things are safe and healthy.” He explained.

“But things were safe! It was so good baby, soooo good!” You reassured him.

“You couldn’t see yourself though! I was so fucking scared.” Bucky sat up in bed and looked over to you, tears forming in his eyes. “Sweetheart it was like you were gone. I thought I had lost you. I know how you get when things go dark for a bit, but this was worse. You weren’t even talking, let alone moving or eating.”

Bucky’s explanation had honestly shocked you; you knew it had been bad and that it had shaken him, but you didn’t think it had affected him this much. You were someone who delt with seasonal depression and you were also someone who had highhighs and low lows. Finding out that the darkness you had been feeling and that had ultimately consumed you had in fact been sub drop didn’t exactly come as a shock to you. Given your history it made a lot of sense that you would be more susceptible to it. But hearing how it had messed Bucky up broke your heart and so you’d let him take his time and do the research he wanted to ensure that you could try to avoid it next time around.

You didn’t think that you would have to wait nearly TWO months.

You finally got him to snap at Tony’s annual charity gala. You had all been dressed up and Bucky looked good. You loved it when he wore a suit, Tony had made sure that he had some that were tailored perfectly. You could kiss Tony for that, it had hugged Bucky in all the right places. The problem was, Bucky was purposely not giving you the attention you wanted.

It was time to take matters into your own hands. You’d get his attention one way or another and you’d had a good idea of how to do it.

You made your way over to where Thor was standing at the bar. He was telling stories of his life on Asgard when you’d come up next to him. You wrapped one of your arms around his back and let the other lay on his chest. Thor thought nothing of this, wrapping his arm around your middle, pulling you closer.

From across the room, Bucky was watching you. His jaw clenching, hands balling into fists. He shook his head. He knew what game you were playing, and he couldn’t give in. He needed to wait until things were right. He was honestly scared. He didn’t want to relive what happened last time.

“If you’re just gonna stand there, then I am going to do something about this.” Steve scoffed he couldn’t stand to watch his friend suffer.

He watched as Steve made his way over to you and Thor. Upon his arrival your face lit up, you called out for Steve and threw your arms around him. You let your arms travel the length of his broad back, looking up into Bucky’s eyes. You turned around so your back was now facing Bucky, all the while staying in Steve’s embrace. You whispered seductively into Steve’s ear.

“I just want him to fuck me, that’s all.”

Steve’s face went bright red as he looked down into your eyes. That was it. Bucky had seen enough. He couldn’t let this go on any longer. In seconds, Bucky had made his way across the room and was now dragging you back to your shared room, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite make out.

“If you’re going to talk shit, can’t you at least say it loud enough for me to hear?” You quipped.

“Jesus. I think you forgot who you’re talking to.” Bucky said turning swiftly, gripping your chin with his metal hand. “You were the one in there parading around and putting your hands all over Steve and Thor. I mean for fucks sake.”

“Okay well maybe I was all over them because you haven’t touched me in months! I am not made of glass! Maybe I should go back out there and see if Thor is interested.” You said, feigning innocence.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Bucky growled. “Our room now. Strip and kneel.”

A shiver of anticipation made its way through your body. You couldn’t be more excited about what was to come. You figured you’d be punished, but it would all be worth it in the end. You were buzzing with excitement, unsure of what to expect as Bucky had been doing research for the past two months leading up to this moment.

You had to push your thoughts aside as you followed his orders, stripping yourself bare and kneeling at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to enter.

“Oh, so you can follow directions.” Bucky’s arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame.

As badly as you’d love to snap back at him, you knew it would only piss him off more. So, you kept your mouth shut. You desperately wanted him to touch you. You had been yearning for it, and here it was finally going to happen, burning like a flame ready to consume you both.

“I want you on your hands and knees. Before I can do anything with you, you need to be punished.” His voice was calm as he spoke, making his way to the bench at the end of your bed.

“Yes sir.” You obeyed.

You got yourself into position on the floor in front of him. In his hand he was gripping his belt, you hadn’t even noticed him remove it. The thought alone had sent a rush of slick between your legs. Once you were settled, he ran the edge of the belt down your back, this caused you to jump slightly. The cool leather had been a shock against your heated skin.

“Are you ready doll? You’ll take your punishment silently, understood?” He looked to your face, gauging your every expression.

“Yes sir.” You replied quicky.

“Color?”

“Green.”

With that came the first strike of the belt. It wasn’t hard enough to put you in tears, but it was by surprise which caused you to stumble forward a bit. You could hear Bucky readjust himself as you regained your composure. The second you had righted yourself brought another strike and then another. By the fifth one, a whine slipped from your throat.

“Sorry sir.” Your voice was hoarse.

“See that’s the thing, good girls don’t need to apologize because they do what they’re told.” With that he snapped his belt against your already reddening cheeks.

“I can be your good girl sir.” You pleaded.

“Oh, I know you can be, I just don’t think you want to be. I think you like being a little brat because it leads to this.”

Bucky’s words and tone had gone straight to your core. The research he’d done must’ve been damn good because you were in pure ecstasy. You were dripping down your thighs, so much so, you knew he could see it.

“Alright doll. Five more, and I want you to count them out. Color?” He checked in.

“Yes sir. Green.” You barely got the words out before the belt fell against your skin.

“One.”

Another strike.

“Two.”

Another. This time slightly harder.

“Three.”

The next one was lower, the leather lightly grazing your lips. You couldn’t help the strangled gasp that escaped your mouth.

“Four.”

“Color?” He was quick to check in, worried about the sound you’d released.

“Green.”

“Doll. Color?” He didn’t believe you.

“Green sir. I’m so green.” You could hear the arousal in your own voice.

“Good.” He said as he brought the belt down one final time.

“Five.”

Bucky threw his belt to the side, grabbing you by your elbow pulling you up off the floor. You stumbled a bit, your knees weak from having been on the floor for some time. He looked at you with lust blown eyes. He gripped your face and kissed you with the passion you had been missing these last two months. You two stayed like that a moment, before he finally pulled back.

“Up on the bed, on your back.” He ordered as he began to rid himself of his clothes.

You scrambled up onto the bed, waiting for his next move. Watching him, desperately wanting his touch as he removed his tie and dress shirt. He brought the tie over towards you.

“Arms up sweetheart.” He instructed.

“Bu-” You had to stop yourself.

“No. You sat and had your hands all over Thor and Steve. I think you need to learn that touching is a privilege to be earned.” He said as he pulled your hands up over your head securing them both to the headboard with his silk tie.

This was a new side to Bucky, his tone, how domineering he was being. You could already feel yourself becoming more and more fuzzy. This is better than what you had imagined when you’d first brought up the dom/sub dynamic.

Once your hands we secured, Bucky took a step back, clearly admiring his handywork. He let out a low growl as he made his way back to you, between your legs.

“Christ doll. You’ve made a mess. Who’s got you this wet?” He had a teasing tone.

“You sir! You do!” You wanted nothing more than him to touch you, your body was practically vibrating in anticipation.

He leaned down to your ear, breath hot on your skin. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to focus on his words.

“That’s right doll. Remember who makes you feel this good.”

He plunged two of his Vibranium fingers into your dripping heat and you let out a strangled cry.

“Bucky!”

This only encouraged his behavior. He sped up the pace of his thrusts, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. You tugged at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to run your fingers through his gorgeous hair. Your hips were lifting up off the mattress, begging for something more. He pressed his pelvis into yours to aide in stilling your movements. His fingers curling up, perfectly grazing that spot inside you. His lips transferred to your other nipple, sure to give it attention before making his way down your body.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge as he attached his lips to your clit. You gasped; his actions having stolen all the air from your lungs.

“Oh my god, yes. Please! I’m gon-I’m so close.” You’d managed to get out.

“Hold it.” Bucky demanded, his eyes gazing up to yours.

“What? I don’t…I don’t think I can.” You and bucky had talked about orgasm denial and truthfully it had been an exciting topic.

“You can and you will, if you want my cock.” He stated, his teeth grazing your clit gently.

He continued working his fingers in and out of your cunt and his tongue against your clit all the while you were doing everything in your power to think of anything but the pleasure you were feeling in hopes to prolong the arrival of your orgasm. This went on for what felt like an eternity before he finally uttered the words.

“Cum now.”

That was all it took for the gush of wetness to release from you and all over his fingers. You cried out, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking from the pleasure. Bucky was sure to stop slowly, not wanting to shock you with an abrupt end to the pleasure before untying your wrists and moving to your next positions.

“You still with me doll?” Bucky asked, gently caressing your face.

“Mmm, yes” you said, attempting to catch your breath.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”  He kissed you once more before helping to position you.

Bucky was sat, leaning against the headboard. He pulled you up into his lap, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he lowered you onto his cock, both of you letting out low moans. His hands moved from your hips, his Vibranium hand back to your clit and his flesh hand to your jaw, turning your head.

“Eyes open sweetheart.” He instructed you.

As you opened your eyes you could see that he had positioned you in such a way that you could see everything in your full-length mirror that was sat in the corner of the room.

“I want to see your gorgeous face when you cum on my cock.” He whispered into your ear.

“But wait, what about…” You started.

“Uh-Uh. Baby tonight is about me reminding you who you belong to. Got it?” The way he could read your mind was like pure magic.

“Yes sir.” You obeyed.

His hand turned your face a bit further so he could capture your lips in a kiss, before turning you back toward the mirror then landing around your neck. Bucky applied a bit of pressure there, analyzing your reactions in your reflection. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you nod subtly, your lips ghosting over the word green.

He didn’t need any more reassurance; your consent was the release of the flood gates. Bucky used his hand on your neck as a sort of anchor as he snapped his hips up into your own, his Vibranium fingers working over your clit. Pushing you to the edge, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back this time. Looking at Bucky’s eyes in the mirror once more, he could see the broken plea in your expression.

“Go ahead baby, cum on my cock.” He grunted.

You couldn’t form words or thoughts as your orgasm crashed over you. You felt the pressure in your lower body release along with a wave of wetness around Bucky’s cock. Your breathing was shallow as he continued to fuck up into you, chasing his own release. You could feel him become more ragged, his breaths and his thrusts, he was close, and you couldn’t wait to be filled with him.

“Fuck sweetheart, your pussy is so fucking tight.” He huffed out as he spilled inside you, his seed coating your walls as his hips slowed.

The room was quiet, save for your breaths returning to normal, Bucky’s hands had moved from your clit and your throat to wrap around your middle, hugging you to him as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders. Worry was beginning to consume his as you still hadn’t said anything, and you wore that same fuzzy expression as last time.

“You okay doll?” Bucky asked.

“Mmhmm, I’m good baby.” You mumbled, pulling his hand up so you could lay a kiss against his palm.

“Good, let’s go get you cleaned up.” He released a breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding.

Bucky slid the two of you off the bed, trying to keep the mess to a minimum. When you made it to the edge, he slowly lifted you off of his lap, causing you to whine. He shushed you gently rubbing circles on your hips as he inspected your ass for the damage he had caused. It was red and angry, no broken skin, but there were welts that he knew would hurt for the days to come.

“It’s okay bub, I can’t even feel it.” You muttered, knowing he might be cursing himself for causing you pain.

“You can’t feel it now doll, that’s the adrenaline. But tomorrow they’re going to hurt. Let’s get you in the bath.”

He led you into your bathroom. He started the water, making sure it was nice and warm. Then he went into your cabinets to retrieve the Epsom salt and bubble bath to add to the water. The room started to fill with steam and the scent of lavender. You looked over at Bucky and smiled, he reached for your hand and guided you to sit in front of him in the tub. You let out a sigh of relief as you slid into the hot water, muscles relaxing as you lean back against him.

“That’s it. I’ve got you.” Bucky praised.

“Thank you bub.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. Arms wrapping tighter around your middle.

“I love you baby. Promise you’ll tell me if you start feeling down again?” He says, nuzzling his nose at the base of your neck.

“I love you Buck. And I promise.”

The two of you stay in the bath until the water becomes tepid. Bucky has to rouse you, so you don’t slip down into the water further as he removes himself from behind you. Once freed, he bends down to scoop you out of the tub, settling you on the towel that awaits on the counter. He bundles you up in the warmth of the fabric, drying you off carefully. He looks in your expectant eyes and lets you know he needs to go change the sheets. Unbeknownst to you he had thrown them in the dryer when he went to grab your towels before the bath.

He had been gone for a bit, so you hopped off the counter, making your way to the bedroom only to see him placing a tray on the freshly made bed. On it were two glasses of water, some cut up berries and a piece of buttered toast. Tears sprung to your eyes as you took in the sight.

“Ah, doll, I was going to come and get you!” He explained.

“Sorry bub. This is all so sweet.” You sniffled.

He slowly made his way to you, pulling you into his arms. He kisses the top of your head before removing your towel and pulling one of his t-shirts over your head. He walks the two of you over to the bed and you notice the bottle of wound care on the side table.

“Can you lay on your stomach for me doll?” He pleads.

You nod and do as you’re told, laying down and sliding the t-shirt up to expose your raw skin. Bucky is careful in his movements trying not to agitate the skin any further as he rubs the cream into your skin. He leans down to press a kiss to your hip. He scoots up a bit and moves to your wrists, gently massaging them as well, wanting to ensure they also get attention after having been bound. As he rights your positions to cuddle with one another up at the headboard, he feeds you the snacks he brought and makes a promise to spend the next few days by your side.

“Bub you don’t have to do that.” You explained.

“No doll. I’ll do things right this time.” He promised.

[icyblogs]

anyone still thinking about fallout? haha anyways here’s more ghoul!ghost (-‘:

Fallout!AU Ghoul!Ghost x Vaulter!Fem!Reader i’d imagine this takes some time after the events of this. but can be read by itself. (: WC: 2.6K Warnings: dark fic, noncon, mdni. Note: thinking about how ghouls canonly are sterile. this is a known fact, only slightly broken by the miracle that is Saint Monica from Fallout 3- which to this day i’m still not sure if it was some sort of gospel or not as it was from Father Clifford, but regardless. 

“Well um, well, our community is always looking for new members, we’d be happy to have you!” Brown eyes drift down at your familiar form, tilting his head as he watches your mannerisms as you flit around nervously, too polite to outwardly refuse him. His joints ache as they pop absentmindedly by his side, fingers twitching to dig into the soft flesh of your waist- to claw into your skin, aching to reinstate his claim. “And, there’s a lot of homes being built still as you can see but uh-, but I have a guest room here if you’d like to stay here. Our overseer says there might be a storm coming tonight!”  

“Is tha’ right, honey?” Simon croons- voice reverberating in the quiet evening, gloved hand coming up to rest on the top of the doorsill. He leans forwards, soaking in the way you slink backwards into the house, your eyes traveling down the expanse of his broad body. 

He was truly a bad man, made worse by this wasteland, you should be running for the hills- not offering him a place in your home. Like letting a wolf into a chicken coop; an insatiable beast that once it had the taste of you, it wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left. To tear you apart- aching to see if you tasted like how he remembered; saccharine ichor, sweet candy floss- it was enough to make his teeth grit, molars grinding together. 

His eyes drift down to your left hand, noticing the blatant lack of jewelry, jaw clicking in place. No ring, no memory- it was.. not what he had anticipated when he first approached you later that evening after the communal dinner. Maybe it was blissful thinking that when you’d notice him, your eyes would light up- and you’d run at him- into his awaiting embrace, where you belonged. With your husband.  

But, the wasteland had never been kind to him, so why would it continue to be now?

It was mocking in a way, dangling something in front of him, like a piece of meat to a starved, old, dog- one that salivated at the mere thought of it. Of you.

It really was obsolete, how could the world think of keeping the two of you apart? You didn’t belong here with this.. community. With these people. Don’t worry, he’d show you the right way of the world. No need to stay with these vaulters, filling your head about how the world now supposedly worked- this place would probably be blown up in a year or so by some fanatics- why bother staying here?

But if you insisted on playing house here just for a little while, he’d be happy to oblige for a day. Maybe two if he was feeling generous Then you’ll come back home with him in the little slice of territory he’s carved out (blood feeding the plants, bone-marrow for the fertilizer, built on a burial ground of his own creation) to spend the rest of your time together, alone. The way it should’ve been. Maybe chained to the bed so he’d know where you’d be at all the time, so you wouldn’t get lost again. 

All safe and sound.

See, Simon never believed in luck nor fate until he met you all those years ago. And it’s pretty damn hard to deny that it exists when you’re standing in front of him more than two centuries later, and he may as well consider himself the luckiest man alive. 

“I, Simon Riley take you to be my wife.” 

He finds solace with you- even if you don’t remember who he was. Even if you fight against him as he makes himself at home, all but slamming the door behind himself; mud-trodden boots tracking along the wood, smearing dirt and crimson. You don’t have your ring anymore, but that’s okay- he’ll give you a new one so you know who you belong to. Rings of teeth (chipped, missing) along the column of your throat, scarring until there’s no concept of a misunderstanding left. 

“To have and to hold from this day forwards.”

It wasn’t your fault that you’d forgotten who you were- wasn’t your fault that you didn’t immediately go searching for him when you had woken up, but it was alright. He’d teach you. Break you apart and take the pieces, building you right back up to how he remembered you. 

Eventually to a point where he didn’t have to tie your arms behind your back with a belt or stuff a rag in your mouth to muffle your cries for help. As much as he loved seeing you bound- as much as he loved hearing your noises— it would be a shame to pick through any more corpses for the bullet going through the skull of anyone trying to interrupt the reunion. 

“For better or for worse. For richer or for poorer.”

He thinks he’s in heaven, sitting between your spread legs- a bruising grip on your thigh, the other on your stomach, keeping you firmly situated on the bed. Trying his best to ignore the garbled whimper when he pulls down his bandana, watching as your eyes fill with more tears at his face, or lack thereof. Truly earning his nickname, a grim reaper looming over your bound body, licking his chapped lips as he stares unblinkingly down at you. You looked scared but.. it’s okay. Your husband‘s here now, no need to worry.

He leans down to rest against your knee, scarred cheek against soft skin, giving a chaste kiss. He goes up, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the skin up to the gusset of your underwear, trying to recall how you smelt- and he groans, providing an open mouthed kiss to the fabric. Breath warm, reverent as he peers up at you, soaking in how your cheeks looked warm, the moonlight from the outside casting an ethereal glow. 

“Poor girl been all neglected, hasn’t she?” He grumbles- giving the fabric another chaste kiss as he peels it off your skin and watches as you writhe beneath him, like a mouse caught by a viper, struggling so much that it only causes his hold on you that much tighter. Fingertips absentmindedly petting against your stomach, making their way up to your breasts, tweaking your nipples to stiff peaks. He was languid with it, like he had all the time in the world. Now, he supposed he did. Slowly, softly- treating you as if you were glass. As if one wrong move would cause you to disappear. Tongue laying flat as he makes out with your pussy, relishing it the way it gushes for him- or how your hips buck when he sucks on your clit just right. 

Simon worked you like he was orchestrating a band- each string plucked to perfection, remembering exactly what you liked like you were the back of his hand- knowing what made you tick. What made you unravel. His free hand slips between your legs, causing your thighs to squeeze around his head when one of his fingers starts to coax you open. It wouldn’t be the most terrible way to go out, if it was from you. 

Taking his sweet time working you to the edge and then over promptly, eyes rolling back as he laps at your cunt as if your juices was nectar- pure ambrosia. Liquid gold- you really did taste just as sweet as he remembered. He holds you firmly down as he continues to work your high into overstimulation, it was messy- worshiping- tongue, mouth, teeth- and he brings you crashing over the edge for a second time before finally pulling back, watching as you tremble beneath him, eyes a little bit glassy. Brain practically melting out of your ears, unable to really focus- tears slipping down your cheeks, breathing in deeply through your nose as you try and regain some sense of coherence. 

He’s never thought you looked more beautiful.

“In sickness and in health.”

It was easy to forget what home was like. Years of corrosion- sinking into grooves of his brain, plaguing his thoughts. Paranoia, questioning— so many voices that it was hard to think. Yet as he looks down at your already tuckered out form, he only smiles- feeling at peace. No voices whispering in his ear- no phantom pains, he felt relaxed, for the first time in a long while. Home was where you were, whether you knew it or not. 

Breathing staggered, he kneads at the meat of your thigh soothingly as he works to fish out his cock with one hand, giving it a few lazy pumps as he lines himself up, smearing arousal over your puffy clit. He rests one hand on your knee, notching the head at your entrance- watching you closely as you give a little shake of your head. 

“‘ou can take it for me, can’t you love?” He encourages, starting to make his way home. The first inch takes his breath away momentarily, and he moves your knees so they are up against your chest. Watching you flit around and flounder- eyes wide as you gasp for breath behind the rag. Drool falling from the corner of your lips, toes curling at the sheer stretch. 

“Tha’s it. Biggg stretch.” He continues to push in until he bottoms out. Thighs pressing to the back of yours, eyes fluttering at the sensation of your cunt tightening around him like a goddamn vice- “Feels like a fuckin’ dream, love. She remembers me huh? Even if you don’t- fuck-“ 

His hand finds your cheek, throat tightening as he sees your panicked expression, the furrowed eyebrows, staring back at him behind a wall of tears. It was enough to make him almost pull out to comfort you. Almost- you’d understand why he was doing this someday, even thank him for it. “It’s okay, deep breaths, yeah? You can do it.” He coaxes instead, pupils blown out as he looks down at where the two of you were connected, giving an experimental thrust, nearly coming at the pretty muffled moan that makes its way out of your throat. It’s been way too long.

“Feels good?” You shake your head, and his eyes crinkle as a smile graces his scarred lips, his thumb brushing away one of your tears. Going slow at first but he starts to get lost in the feeling of his cock drags in and out of your gummy walls— and he starts to go rougher, ignoring your little whimpers and whines. How your feet try and kick free out of the mating press, and he all but snarls, head dropping to the crook of your neck, teeth nipping- almost as a warning as he continues to fuck you into oblivion. 

“To love and to cherish.”

He used to imagine a family with you back then before the bombs dropped. Take a vacation, build a nursery together- paint the walls. Bring a little piece of the both of you into the world. You always did reassure him that his past didn’t define him, that he would be a good father. That he was enough.

Living this long.. had its downside. He knew that. It was an ouroboros, a constant loop, a mindfuck. It’s been hell on Earth. He’s accepted that, a phantom- a ghost living in this wasteland, thriving on those who were more surviving rather than the living. But he never really considered nor cared about a specific aspect of it. Sterile, never able to reproduce. 

Simon had once wondered if one day you’d sit outside with him, dinner on the stove, watching as he built a cradle. He could’ve just imagined the baby bump and his eyebrows furrow, picking up his pace as beads of sweat drip down his brow.

It was wishful thinking. But that’s all it was- wishful.

Maybe in another life— but damn did it sound appealing now. 

He continues to rut into you, nodding his head as if you were in on the conversation he was having with himself. He could just imagine your stomach all round he starts to pant, dark eyes peering down at you. “Yeah you’d been such a good mama, huh? You’d give me a whole litter of them, wouldn’t you?” His hips stutter, squeezing his eyes closed as he hears your garbled sobbing. Trying to get air through the rag, nostrils flaring for breath. His lips drag up your jaw, gently kissing your eyelids as you keep them squeezed shut, muffled whimpers behind the cloth. “I love you so much. Missed ’ou baby.”

His pace stutters once- twice more and he lets out a guttural groan, releasing up against the base of your cervix. He glances down again, staring unabashedly at the milky fluid coating the base of his cock and his head goes a bit fuzzy at the sight. 

The sound of thunder booms outside, rattling the window as the moment comes to an end. Pulling out, he hums as he shrugs off his jacket, ignoring your small sounds of protests as he lays down on the bed next to you.

He easily maneuvers you, his chest facing yours as he starts to slot himself back between your legs. “Settle, jus’ relax love.” He spreads the combined come around before pushing it back inside, keeping you nice and plugged up. “I’m going to remove the rag, you’re not going to scream are you?” 

You look at the stranger- the man? Monster- it was hard to tell but you shake your head regardless, trying to appease him. “Course you won’t. Because you’re my good girl- and you wouldn’t lie to me.” Bringing the fabric out of your mouth causes a whine, jaw tingling and aching as you lick your lips, trying to regain some sort of hydration. 

“Pl- Please I don’t understand I- why are you doing this— please sir-“

“Simon. Don’ want you calling me anything else.” He interrupts your panicked rambling, frowning as he leans down and capturing your lips in a kiss. Soft, gentle— longing. Even if your eyes were wide and terrified, shaking like a leaf, flinching as you look back at his mangled face. “Now sleep. Don’t want any more talking out of you tonight okay?”

When you don’t respond he nudges your chin up, his brow-bone raising expectantly. “We have a long day tomorrow, don’ want you to be tired, okay?” You catch your lip between your teeth, hiccuping and confused. Eventually nodding, letting out a little squeak when he squeezes your waist, fingers brushing over the leather of the belt. “I know it hurts love, I know- ‘ll let you out of these in the morning alright, just don’t want you to gettin’ into any trouble.” Another smile, and he leans down kissing away the tears falling. “I’m glad you’re here.”

For the first time in years, he feels genuinely content, one leg over yours as he throws an arm around your shoulders, chin notching in on the top of your head. He doesn’t sleep that night, listening to your breathing as you finally fall asleep after a bit of struggling, fingertips absentmindedly trailing up and down your spine. He hears the steady pulse of your heart- sees the rise and fall of your chest, and he smiles, leaning down and kissing your temple. 

You were here. Doesn’t matter how, but you were here. Your current state was a problem- sure- but you had all the time in the world to get reacquainted again, and you’d learn to be happy again. To love him again. 

“Until death does us part.” 

“For this is my solemn vow.”

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

He's Here, He's Staying

“This movie fucking sucks,” Mickey complained. “You couldn’t have picked something better, Raggedy Ann?” 

“It doesn’t suck,” Debbie said while Carl voiced his agreement with Mickey. “It’s a classic.” 

“It’s shit,” he said flatly. 

“Well, if you wanted something different, you should’ve said so instead of saying I don’t know every time I asked,” Debbie huffed. 

“Like you would’ve listened,” Carl muttered, who’d made his displeasure for the film loud and clear. 

“Oh, shut up, Carl! Like your idea was any better.” 

Mickey propped his feet on the coffee table, needing to change the position of his legs. 

“Fiona hates it when you do that,” Carl informed him. 

“Not my fucking problem,” Mickey replied, though they all knew he’d lower them back down to the floor once she stopped screaming at Sammi in the other room. 

The woman was getting her ass handed to her after a remark she’d made regarding Ian. Fiona had come home and flipped her shit after Debbie told her what Sammi had said when they were clearing up the dinner table. 

“Ian, did you take your meds?” 

The kitchen was quiet besides the sounds Liam made. Ian was in the midst of wiping down his brother’s shirt, and no one knew if he was ignoring the question or simply hadn’t heard. 

“Why are you asking?” Debbie said snidely. 

Mickey had to force himself to stay calm. He bit down on his tongue, focusing all his attention on the soft smile Ian wore, while Liam giggled about the “oopsie” he’d made. 

“I just don’t want to see him have another one of his crazy episodes,” Sammi said matter-of-factly. 

And that was when Mickey saw red. 

“The fuck did you just say?” He snarled, coming over into her space. 

Debbie and Carl rushed to his side to stop him from doing something he’d regret. 

Probably not regret, but he got the point. 

“Ian’s not crazy,” Mickey said through grit teeth. 

“I didn’t say he was-” 

“Shut up, Sammi!” Debbie snapped. 

Mickey had wanted to say fuck it and take Ian out for a while but even though this was one of Ian’s better days, it was probably for the best to stay here.

It was Debbie’s idea to watch a movie. So that’s what they did, piling into the living room for some shitty early 2000s film that she chose. 

The TV had to be turned up several times. Sammi tried to defend herself but Fiona was not having it. That’s what he liked about the oldest Gallagher; she didn’t take anyone’s shit. 

Ian’s head laid on his shoulder. Mickey still struggled with openly showing his boyfriend affection in front of others, even though he came to realize that none of the Gallaghers cared about his sexuality, so this time he’d tentatively wrapped his other arm around Ian, pulling him in closer. 

He glanced in the direction of the kitchen where it was still going on. “Jesus,” he muttered. He was starting to get a headache. He couldn’t even tell if Ian was really paying attention to the TV or not. “Ay, Gallagher?” 

“What?” Ian mumbled. 

“You doing okay?” Mickey said softly. 

“I’m fine,” Ian sounded tired. 

“You sure? We can go upstairs if you want. Unless you want to watch this pink shit.” Debbie spared him a glare for his remark.

Ian smiled very slightly. “We can go upstairs.” 

“Fine by me,” Mickey waited until Ian peeled himself off of him to stand. “We’re going to bed. Tell me if anything good happens.” 

Debbie opened her mouth and he knew what was going to come out. 

“With your bitch of a sister, not the damn movie.” 

The younger Gallagher’s snickered. Mickey flipped them both off, trying to suppress a smile of his own. 

“Let’s go, Red,” Mickey spotted him yawning into his forearm. 

“Kay,” Ian muttered sleepily. 

They went up the stairs towards the boys room. Before they went in, he’d clasped a hand on Ian’s shoulder. Now that they were alone, he felt compelled to reassure his boyfriend, needed him to know that Sammi didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. 

“Ian,” he said, pausing to consider what he was about to say. “Sammi’s a bitch. You ain’t crazy. You know that, right?” 

Those eyes of Ian’s that used to hold so much light were dull now, tired. He mustered up a tiny smile that Mickey wanted to believe was genuine. “Yeah.” 

“I’m serious, man. She doesn’t know shit.” 

Mickey’s arms looped around Ian for a hug, whose face was leaning on his shoulder. 

He’d never tell anyone but it broke his goddamn heart to see Ian like this. 

“Let’s go lay down,” Mickey whispered, even though there was no need to. “Kay?” 

Ian nodded without a word. He let Mickey guide him in there, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his face still blank. Mickey opened the drawers, taking out a pair of sweatpants for his boyfriend to change into. 

“You been wearin’ those for two days now. Let’s get these on you.” 

“I just want to lay down, Mick,” Ian said quietly. 

“Then let me put ‘em on you.” 

“I don’t need you to play nurse for me,” Ian wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes fell to the floor. But this wasn’t out of annoyance like he sometimes felt whenever he thought Mickey or somebody else was nagging him, but rather shame. 

And well, fuck, Mickey could understand that. He wouldn’t want anyone to treat him like this either. 

“Hey,” he placed two fingers under Ian’s chin, gently pulling his face up. “Look, I know this ain’t easy for you, relying on people and shit; but I’m doing this because I want to, alright?” 

Ian snorted, quietly and deprecatingly. “You didn’t sign up for this. You should go, find someone who isn’t so fucked up in the head.” 

Mickey’s stomach lurched at the out Ian was giving him. He was too far gone now, and there was no way in hell he was leaving. “Shut the fuck up,” he bent down to kiss Ian’s hair. “You were fucked up in the head long before any of this bipolar shit started.” 

This drew out a more genuine laugh from Ian, however slight it might have been. 

“And don’t try to give me anymore damn outs, Gallagher. I ain’t going anywhere, alright?” I’m already in this. 

Ian’s face had fallen again. “Mickey-” 

“You want me to go?” He said, coming off as casual despite the way his heart hammered in his chest. I can’t lose you. 

Ian lifted his head, meeting Mickey’s eyes. “No,” he admitted. “But you shouldn’t have to stay with someone like me.” 

“There ain’t no should, Red,” Mickey needed him to understand this. “I’m stayin’ cause I want to.” 

I fuckin’ love you

Fucking terrified him how much he meant it. As much as he used to deny it, pretending he and Ian weren’t anything more than fuck buddies, it was impossible to do that anymore. 

“You-” Mickey’s voice got thick, “you gotta know that, Ian.” 

He just sat there looking lost, not saying anything for the longest time. 

“Okay.” 

It was barely above a whisper. His face was so blank, yet so expressive all at the same time. But what mattered the most was how much he seemed like he wanted to believe Mickey meant what he said. If it had to take time for him to realize that then so be it. 

“Okay,” Mickey repeated, a smile emerging. “Think you can get into these pants, Red, or you want help?” 

“Help me.” It was a lot for Ian to say, Mickey was damn proud of him. 

“Alright.” 

The process was slow but Mickey didn’t push him anymore than necessary. Within a minute or two, Ian was in some fresh clothes, now laying on the bed, eyes shut but merely resting. 

Mickey climbed in there too, brushing a few pieces of Ian’s hair out of his face. 

Go to sleep, he thought, watching Ian’s chest rise and fall in spite of the chaos going on downstairs. You don’t need to hear anymore of that shit show. 

For a couple of minutes, or it might have been longer, it was just the two of them in their own little world. Ian fell asleep, his head rolled over into Mickey’s space. 

With one hand on Ian’s cheek, he softly kissed the redhead’s forehead. 

Laying here was starting to make him sleepy, so Mickey let himself get comfortable, soon to be lulled to sleep by the warmth and unique smell of Ian radiating towards him. Except just when he was on the verge of nodding off, he felt a small hand shaking his arm. 

It was the littlest Gallagher. A blanket was over his head, with only his face peeking out of it. His big brown eyes were wide, not that he could blame him with all the ruckus going on. 

“Ay, kid,” Mickey carefully sat up so he wouldn’t jostle Ian and wake him up. “What are you doing in here?” 

“I’m scared,” Liam whispered. “I want Ian.” 

Well shit. Mickey glanced at his boyfriend, then back at the kid. He wasn’t really equipped to handle kid things. Wasn’t like he had much experience with his own kid. Ian did more of that than he ever did. He’d try, though. Liam was pretty easy going, hardly ever cried and shit. It was better for Ian to sleep, he probably wasn’t much up for being his brother’s comforter anyway. 

“Let’s go over there,” Mickey pointed at Carl’s empty bed. He laid a hand on the kid’s back, gently easing him over there. Sitting down with his back against the wall, he intended for the kid to be beside him but Liam had other plans. He crawled into Mickey’s lap, gripping his shirt with tiny fists. 

It threw him off at first, just for a second or two. He quickly recovered, focusing his attention on the four year old who was currently staring up at him like Mickey could stop all the yelling from happening. 

Something shattered down below. Probably a plate or something, he guessed. Liam jumped, whimpering. 

This is probably the part where he should comfort him. 

“Uh,” Mickey said awkwardly, tentatively patting him on the back, “it’s okay, Liam. You’re good.” 

Eh, not good. Kid was shaking a bit. Fuck.

Liam's face was in his chest now, seeking comfort that Mickey didn’t know if he could give. 

Shit, Mickey thought. 

He remembered back before all the bipolar shit took over, there’d been one night Yev was screaming his head off. Ian got out of bed to take care of him and didn��t come back for some time. At some point, it stopped, but Ian still hadn’t come back to bed so by than, Mickey slid out and went to find him. 

Ian was standing, holding Yev in his arms, murmuring to him, a hand rubbing up and down his back. 

Maybe he could channel some of that for Liam. 

“Ay, Liam,” he whispered, and the kid peeked up at him, still holding onto Mickey with a death grip around his middle, “it’s okay.” 

“Fi’s mad,” Liam’s eyes were watery.

“Yeah,” he conceded, “but she ain’t mad at you. Your sister’s just trying to defend Ian from that crazy bitch.” 

For obvious reasons, Liam couldn’t care less about that part. He sniffled, pressing himself into Mickey more if that was possible. “I don’t like it when she’s mad.” 

For a moment, he didn’t see Little Gallagher anymore but rather himself. 

This whole thing made him remember, all too vividly, of his own childhood when he used to hide under the covers to block out the noise of Terry and Laura screaming at each other. Beer bottles crashing into the wall, furniture turned over, doors slammed shut. Unlike Liam, he never had anyone to make it all better. If he wouldn't have gotten teased by his brothers for being a pussy, Mickey would’ve went to them for comfort. But in the Milkovich household, you didn’t do things like that, even if you were a literal child. 

“Yeah...” He muttered. “I get it.” 

He hoped Liam was starting to settle down by now, that hope was thwarted when a heavy crash was heard from down there. It was so loud, so sudden, that even Mickey flinched. It definitely frightened Liam; he started to cry a little and the last thing Mickey wanted was for Ian to wake up from all this noise. But by some miracle, Ian stayed asleep, not even stirring. 

Mickey still didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, so he adjusted them both, letting Liam lean one side of his face against his chest so he could cover his other ear with his hand to muffle out all the noise coming up there. 

Well, it must not have been that much of a shitty idea. Liam, though still somewhat tense, relaxed a bit now that he wasn’t listening to anymore screaming. Mickey didn’t hear him sniffling either so it was a fucking win as far as he was concerned. 

Liam yawned softly. Must have been past the kid’s bedtime. With any luck he’d go to sleep. 

“Go to sleep, Kid,” Mickey muttered, not knowing if Liam heard him or not. “I got ya.” 

He didn’t know how long it was, his phone was elsewhere, probably downstairs still, but eventually Liam was slumped against him, sound asleep. 

And it was okay. He’d never had much experience with little kids before him, before Yev, so had this been months prior, he never would’ve believed himself to be capable of being here in this moment comforting him. 

At some point, his eyelids fluttered shut. He didn’t stir until he felt Liam being carefully taken out of his arms. 

“Wha-” 

Fiona hovered above him, adjusting a sleepy Liam in her arms. “Hey,” she whispered. “Sammi’s gone. I went to check on Liam and found him here. Was he okay?” 

Mickey rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up. “Yeah,” he said, biting back a yawn. “He was kinda scared but he’s alright.” 

Fiona smiled at Liam. “Did Mickey make you feel better?” 

Liam nodded, smiling shyly at him before turning to bury his face in her neck. 

Mickey couldn’t help but flush. 

“Thanks,” she told him with a warm smile. “Really appreciate you doin’ that.” 

“Eh, it was nothing.” 

“You’re a good guy, Mickey,” she said with a fleeting glance at Ian. “He doing okay?” 

“He’s gettin’ there. Didn’t wake up once.” 

“That’s good,” she let out a breath. “We’re gonna need some new dishes. Sammi destroyed quite a few of them.” 

“Fucking lunatic.” 

“You’re telling me,” Fiona rolled her eyes, then said to Liam. “Time for bed, Buddy. Tell Mickey goodnight.” 

He didn’t do that, however, but he did extend his arms towards him. 

“Wanna hug,” he said. 

This surprised Mickey, but he didn't have time to dwell on that. Fiona disposed of the kid into his lap so Liam could throw his arms around his neck. Mickey reciprocated, feeling self conscious now that she was watching them. 

“Night, Mickey,” Liam whispered. 

“Uh, night, Kid.” 

The light that came into the room was abruptly taken away by the shut door. Mickey sat there, taking in what just happened, a warmth pooling in his stomach that filled him completely. 

“Mmm, Mickey?” A soft groan was heard from the other side of the room. 

Ian was only half awake, turning over and expecting him to be right there next to him. 

Mickey slid off Carl’s bed to go back to Ian’s, curling into his side. “Ay, go back to sleep, Red,” he said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “I’m here. Not gonna leave you.” 

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The Moss that Grew in Gloom

Chapter 9: Day Three

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You woke the next morning in your bed, still foggy from the day before. You were still in your training clothes, but at least you had made it to your bed. You hadn’t remembered crawling into bed, or even how you had gotten up the stairs. The last thing you remembered was trying to stand up, and Zoro catching you. He must’ve helped you. You’d have to thank him for that later. 

A movement at your bedside had you turning over and reaching for where you typically left Nikko. But your hand only found air and your eyes were overtaken with moss green. 

“Roronoa.” Your throat was dry, causing his name to come out in a rasp.

He lifted his head from its resting place on your bedside. He appeared to be asleep, but his eyes were alert and full of worry. 

You gave a slight cough to clear your throat. “What exactly are you doing in my room?” 

Zoro grabbed a glass of water from your bedside table and held it out for you. You refused to take it, keeping your eyes locked on him as you waited for an answer. 

He sighed in defeat. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You passed out in the courtyard. I had to carry you up here.”

His answer embarrassed you, but it was a good enough reason for him to be in here. You worked yourself into a sitting position, refusing Zoro’s attempt at any assistance, and took the water from him. 

After you finished the whole thing, you cleared your throat once more. The fog in your head was already starting to dissipate. “Thank you.”

Zoro shook his head. “It was my fault you were that exhausted.”

“I knew what I was getting myself into.” Your scowl turned into a smirk. “I’m surprised you were able to find my room.”

“I know how to get around this castle!”

You let out a soft chuckle and began getting out of bed. Your body was more sore than you had expected it to be. Even just shifting your body caused your muscles to ache.

“You don’t have to rush it,” Zoro said softly. “You can stay in bed today if you want.”

You waved him off and stood up. Zoro watched you carefully as you stood, waiting to intervene if needed. It took you a few seconds to find your balance, but you could to stand on your own. 

“Where’s Nikko?” You looked around the room, spotting it near the fireplace. You stepped towards it, but Zoro was already there and back, handing off the blade to you. 

You felt more steady with your blade by your side, but you still gave Zoro a sour look. “I can do things on my own, you know. I’m not some damsel.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to do everything yourself,” Zoro grumbled. 

You could’ve argued further, but you decided to let it go. “Let’s eat, then we’ll go train.”

Zoro gave you a bewildered look. “We can’t train today! You’ll get yourself killed.”

You gave a dry laugh, which sent a pang through your ribcage. He was probably right. Another day of training would likely send both of you to an early grave. 

“You’re going to train with the stuffed bear today.” You took a few steps towards the door, trying not to sound winded. Zoro hovered around you, waiting to see if you needed assistance.

“I can already do the bear,” Zoro said. “I practiced while you slept.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “You should’ve been resting and recovering. Not practicing.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t sleep well. I had time.”

“You never take anything slow,” you grumbled. 

You started toward the door. Your body felt weak and clammy, and the room randomly tilted on an axis now and then. You needed food, and then you could focus on how to help Zoro continue training. 

Zoro stayed next to you the whole journey down the stairs and to the kitchen. He never once complained about your speed or grumbled when you needed to lean against the wall. He never offered help, though you could see his jaw was clenched, as if he disapproved of you even trying to move around. 

When you pulled out a pan and dropped it, he finally interjected. 

“You should sit down and let me cook.” He grabbed the pan off the floor before you had the chance to bend down. 

“I can do it.” You reached for the pan in his hands, but he held it just out of reach. 

“I know you can do it. But let me help you.”

“Roronoa-”

His eyes softened for just a moment. “You helped me. Let me help you.”

That was enough to make you listen. You slowly walked over to the chair and slunk into it. You put your head down and closed your eyes, willing the dizziness to go away. 

You must’ve dozed off at some point because a moment later, a plate was being set on the table. 

“Hope you like it,” Zoro said, already turning away. 

The eggs and the toast were slightly burnt, but you didn’t mind. There was no seasoning either, though you were sure that you would’ve been sick if there had been. With every bite of bread and eggs, clarity began to set in. 

“We’ll go out to the ruins today to practice,” you offered over breakfast. 

“I can train here.”

You narrowed your eyes at him from across the table. Zoro hated practicing in the courtyard. He had tried multiple times to convince you to leave the area. He didn’t want to train here, and you knew that. If he didn’t want to go to the ruins, it was because of you. 

“I can handle myself out there.” Your words came out sharper than you intended, but you didn’t really care. 

Zoro suddenly became very interested in his meal. “I don’t mind training here.”

“It’s distracting to train here.” Perona’s voice echoed through the halls. She was already singing some strange melodies very offkey.

“I need the distraction.”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before you tried again. “We’ll train at the ruins.” 

You stated it with such finality, you were startled when he spoke. 

“I’d prefer to train here.” His eyes were now locked on you in a mix of challenge and weariness. 

“Train here then.” You stared straight back, mustering all of the anger and irritation you had felt over the past few days. “I’m going to the ruins.”

“God dammit,” he muttered. “You just like to argue, don’t you?”

You shrugged with a sense of smugness, knowing you had won. “Do it my way or do it alone, Roronoa.”

It took you longer to get to the ruins than usual, but Zoro didn’t comment. You weren’t even sure if he had noticed. He seemed on edge walking through the jungle, as if a monster would jump out and attack him at any time. 

It was a possibility. 

When you got to the ruins, you handed off a cheap sword to Zoro and had him sit wherever he felt most comfortable. 

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Give it a try.”

He looked at you and back to the sword. “What do you mean?”

You sat down a bit away from him. “Imbue it with your haki.”

“How?”

You scoffed. “You know how.”

“I don’t!”

“Just try it.” You pulled out a book and flipped to the page you were on. “I have two more swords for when you break that one.”

“I won’t break it!” he argued. You simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t have the energy to argue. 

He proved you right in about 30 minutes. You sensed the metal bending just a second before the sword shattered in his hand. You had to suppress a shutter, knowing exactly what kind of energy was sent into that sword at full force. 

Instead, you looked at him half amused. 

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” His tone was enough of a warning. 

You threw another sword at him with a nod and returned to your book. Just like his time practicing with you, he had learned exactly what the breaking point was and how to toe that line. As long as he had enough control to do it. 

The day inched by, seconds slowly bleeding into minutes, and then hours. As the sun continued to climb, the clouds began to disperse - a rare sunny day on Gloom Island. Sunny days meant that being outside would be almost unbearable. But Zoro made no movement or complaints, so you sad in the shade and continued to read. 

Then, as the sun was getting close to the horizon, you felt it. The release of controlled haki being pushed into the sword. Your eyes quickly darted to the green-haired swordsman just in time to see his blade being coated in the inky black color. 

Success. He had done it. In only one day. 

He could do anything. 

Zoro looked over at you. “Uh, I-”

“Did it!” you shouted, jumping up and abandoning your book as you ran over to him. “You did it!”

The sword clattered to the ground and Zoro held his arms out to you. Without thinking, you jumped into them. Your cheers turned into laughs as he used your momentum to swing you around. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him so happy since coming here. 

You weren’t sure you had ever been this happy for another person. “I can’t believe you really did it. You have amazing haki control!”

“I had a good teacher.” His cheeks flushed with pink. “Thank you.”

You were very aware of his hands still resting on your hips, and you took a step away from him. “Try it with your sword now.”

He gave a hard swallow, his mind returning to the task. You couldn’t remember which one it was that he pulled out, but it was so beautiful you couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. 

It was instantly coated in black, without even a whisper of tension in the steel. 

A grin broke out across his face as he looked at his blade. “I’m so happy I could kiss you.”

Then do it. The words almost left your lips. He looked at you, surprised you didn’t respond to his words. You wanted to taunt him so badly, to challenge him to do it. You could feel yourself silently begging him to do it. As his gaze drifted down to your lips, your mouth slightly parted, as if you might actually say it. 

He didn’t let you get the chance. He leaned down and carefully pressed his lips against yours, and your heart thundered in your chest at the contact. He began to pull away, but your hands intertwined in his hair and you pulled him back to you. 

With permission to proceed, he pressed his lips back against you, harder and more desperate this time. You let out a soft moan as your lips parted, and he wasted no time pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

His hands trailed up and down your spine, causing your body to shiver involuntarily. You could feel his mouth quirk into a smile, but he was too busy tasting you to comment. 

You weren’t sure why you had tried to deny yourself this feeling. The two of you fit perfectly into one another’s grasp. You never wanted to let him go. You’d rather have him than the air you breathed. 

Which almost proved to be true. When he finally broke from the kiss, the two of you were gasping and sputtering. You had been so caught up in each other, you had forgotten the necessity of breathing. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Zoro confessed, his arms still around you, holding you close to him.

“Since you arrived?” You asked.

Zoro huffed out a laugh. “No. You were a real bitch when I first got here. Perona told me about how you wanted to leave me to the baboons, you know.”

“I stand by that decision,” you joked. “You would’ve figured it out.”

He kissed your cheek, and then moved lower, spreading kisses across your neck. 

“Zoro,” you moaned and leaned back your head to extend your neck to him.

He let out a broken laugh. “You haven’t called me Zoro in four days, you know. It’s nice to hear it on your lips again.”

You pulled away from him. “It’s been four days?” you asked, your heartbeat picking up.

He gave you a reassuring smile. “Four whole days. I’ll forgive you, don’t worry. But you’ll-”

You counted back the days again in your head. You were certain you had counted correctly. “It’s only been three days since my father left.” 

Zoro stepped back, chewing on his lip as he tried to think of an explanation. But you didn’t need one. His being in your room this morning, his overall protectiveness of you today…it was all starting to add up. 

“I was out for a whole day.” Your heart was thundering in your chest for an entirely different reason.

“Yeah.” Zoro scratched the back of his head, a habit he tended to do when he was nervous. “I didn’t tell you right away because I didn’t want you to panic. And then it just never came up. I was going to tell you though, I swear.”

Your breathing became rapid, and you glanced back to the castle in the distance. He wasn’t back yet. You couldn’t feel him on the island. 

Your father had never once missed his return date. And yet as the sun began to set one day after his promised arrival, he still wasn’t home.

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PS• Jealousy

You got jealous which lead to other things:)

-smut, angst, subhoon, domreader, sextape(ish), mommy kink

A/n: I’m actually proud of this I hope you enjoy

NOT PROOF READ ( actually very rushed)

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You and hoon got into a one sided argument. It was really you to be quite honest. You saw sunghoon talk to this woman. It wasn’t just a woman, it was a woman who was well put together + pretty. You didn’t tell sunghoon that you saw this because that’s just how you were. You just got jealous and didn’t wanna talk to him. Because there has to been some times where woman try to come take him away but he declined because he had you. But you never knew what could because of past relationships.

So there you were sitting on the couch waiting for sunghoon to get back from work. You were is shorts and a black tee. Normally you wore one of Sunghoons hoodies but you were mad at him. He probably would ask you about that. You thought about sleeping on the couch but then why would you even do that to yourself.

Later while watching tv you heard jangling by the door. You immediately knew who it was of course Sunghoon. He went through the door and quickly realized something was off. When he came from work you would run to the door to come hug him and give him a kiss. He was kinda sad that he didn’t get that but he shrugged it off. He took off his coat and walked towards you. He also realized you didn’t say a word to him this whole time he was here.

He sat down next to you and said,“ what wrong baby?”

“Nothing, I’m fine ,” you responded without even looking at him.

“ i bet you are ,” sunghoon said kinda annoyed that you weren’t being honest and giving him an attitude. He shot up off the couch and went to you guy’s shared room. You didn’t know what he went in there for until u heard the shower running after a couple minutes later.

You decided to go in your bedroom and lay down while watching the previous show you were watching in the living room.

2 episodes went by and sunghoon still wasn’t out the shower. You decided to go check on him. But when you did the water stopped. You then hurried back to the bed. The bathroom door opened and then you saw sunghoon with a towel wrapped around his waist. ‘damn if I wasn’t mad at him I’d literally eat him’, you thought. You only looked at him for a second. So he wouldn’t kept you gazing at him.

You felt the bed down since you had your back towards him.

‘ y/n I know you are mad at me” sunghoon stated.

You didn’t respond trying to get him to think you were sleep.

‘Y/n I know you aren’t sleep I just saw you looking at my body’ he laughs a bit.

You sighed. At him and yourself. You knew if you played this out a bit longer it would turn to something bigger so why not just communicate now.

“You’re right I am” you said

“And why is that baby” he replied to your answer.

“ I got jealous” you stated as soon as he said that.

“ from what” he asked.

“ I saw you talking to that woman and that’s all” he told him quietly.

“Baby you should’ve said that from the start because that lady is my boss” he laughed.

You on the other hand stayed quiet. Embarrassing that you caused a scene just for the woman to be his boss.

“Y/n turn around for me” he told you.

You turned around and made eye contact with sunghoon.

“ no one could ever steal me away from you because i love you and the way we match for each other” he reassured you.

“ I know join it just that I don’t like seeing talk to other woman it just makes me mad inside like I want you to myself.” You told him.

“ baby you have me. Not just me but my body” he tells you smiling.

You smiled at that. But you still layed in the bed.

“ baby come. I want you to know that I’m all yours please” he whined.

You couldn’t resist him. You removed the covers and went to him. He still had only the towel covering him which was perfect. You put your leg over him so you were straddling his hips.

You looked at him and said “I’m so glad I have you Hoon. Not just your body but you you are so perfect.”

He blushed and looked away from you at that moment. So you grabbed his chin and turned it towards you so you guys could kiss. It was a passionate kiss that turned to a heated one. You Guys both fought for dominance but you won of course. You started rocking your hips while kissing him which caused him to moan sweetly.

You loved kissing him because he was so vocal but mainly submissive which you did not mind at all since you really loved that. You reached down for his cock while kissing which was semi hard. Sunghoon let out another moan. You wrapped hands around it and carefully pumped up and down. It wasn’t going smoothly so you brung your hand back up which caused sunghoon to whine.

“ baby spit” you told him.

He then spit into your hand and you brung your hand back down towards his veiny cock. This time you only focused on the tip. Rubbing his cock head with your thumb slowly then fastly. Pre cum slowly starting to raise. Sunghoon threw his head back since he leaved when you did that. You only knew that since you’ve watched him touch his self and completely abuse that spot.

You kissed his neck since he threw head back from pleasure. You saw how his Adams Apple went up and down.

You then went close to his ear and told him to lay down completely. Which caused you to stomach stroking his cock. So he whined.

He soon layed down and waited for your next move. You kept the towel over his fully erect dick and teased him. “ looks like someone’s excited”

He closed his eyes and smiled. You then went down to his level kissing from his neck to his v-line. When you got there your start licking your way to his cock. But suddenly sunghoon let a loud in called for moan.

“ sorry mommy I-I just couldn’t hold it anymore it felt so” he said quickly said to you.

You sighed trying to look annoyed with him. You didn’t respond to him you just started pumping his cock really fast not forgetting to get his tip.

Sunghoon was practically dying from the overstimulation he was getting. Tears were flooding his eyes.

“ m-mommy” he whined.

You stopped but only to take off your shorts since you didn’t bother wearing underwear. You were already wet so you didn’t need any prep. As you did all of this sunghoon watched closely.

You grabbed his cock and guided it to your hole and slide down it. When you were fully down on it you saw poor hoon struggling under you. You then took off your shirt a long with your bra letting free. Sunghoon has always loved your tits especially the way they looked when they bounced.

You started bringing your hips up and down slamming into hooks dick. You were so hot in this moment. You started playing with your tits. Which felt so good. You brung your finger to sunghoon mouth and he understood to lick them. You brung them from his mouth to your tits and started circling them around your nipples. Sunghoon was involve with the way you looked right now so hot and sexy all for him.

But he could sense you were getting tired of slamming up and down on his cock so he decided to help you. He grabbed your waist started pulling down and up on his veiny cock. You let out a big moan.

“ hoon all mine”

“ mhm all yours”

You guys were both close too your climax. Sunghoon could tell by the way your movement were getting sloppy.

“Baby gonna cum” you moaned.

“ same m-mommy” he barely could get out.

He wanted to make you feel good so he went faster until you guys both came.

“Hoon that felt so good Im so happy I have you” you said.

“ same baby” he said kissing your forehead.

“Did I go to far with you since I overstimulated you and all?” You asked him to make sure he was ok.

“No not all baby it felt so good, I just to make you feel good.” He told you.

“ Also I got the knew glasses that I’m wearing rn which record to if you ever get jealous just what over it Kay” he smiles.

“Oh my- okay”

- the end

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[shiftingparadise]

Dabi x Reader: Did you make a deal with the devil?

Hi guys, I hope you like this one. I really enjoyed writing this. Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Word count: 1866

Warnings: none

“Where’s she?”. Dabi seemed unusually paranoid. His eyes were wide open and his chest heaving up and down as he tried to hold himself straight against the door he just swung open. “I don’t know-“. Shigaraki didn’t get to finish his sentence as Dabi raised his voice, “You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt”, Dabi took a step closer,  drops of blood dripping down his eyes. “She got in the way”. “I told you she would. I told you she’d try and protect those damn heroes”. “Why does it matter? She doesn’t care about you. She hates you-“. “I don’t care”, Dabi raised his voice yet again as anger clouded his judgment, “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her”. 

Dabi watched as his ‘boss’ stirred his drink, an uninterested sigh before Shigaraki finally looked up at him.

“She’s staying in the Jaku General Hospital. One of the nurses told our informant she’ll be fine”. Dabi slowly relaxed his fists, his eyes lowering a bit as he put on his unbothered mask again. “Her quirk, however, is gone”. “What do you mean?”, his heart started to race again. 

Dabi knew how much your quirk meant to you, and to him. You looked so beautiful when your angelic wings appeared; when that godlike glow hovered over you as you spread your wings. You were the epitome of good. You were always protecting others with your wings that could catch bullets and hold back the hottest of fires, … You were an angel sent to him, an angel that showed him maybe even he could become someone better; something more. 

“Her wings”, Shigaraki closed and opened his fists, “I touched them when she jumped in front of Deku. I thought I fucked up, thought she’d die but, apparently, only her wings disintegrated”. “You what?”, Dabi tilted his head, blue flames emerging from his hands. “It wasn’t my fault. I wanted to hit that brat”, Shigaraki sighed, “She just suddenly appeared in front of me, I didn’t see her coming. You know I promised you I wouldn’t hurt her”. 

Dabi tried to process what had happened and - as he studied Shigaraki’s behaviour - concluded that he wasn’t lying. Even that brute was mesmerized by your quirk. He asked Dabi multiple times to try and recruit you, but Dabi would never do something as idiotic. You were an angel with your whole life before you, not some lowlife scum who had nothing better to do than plot your revenge against the world. 

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He told himself he wouldn’t visit you, that he wouldn’t disrupt your much-needed space, but he couldn’t stay away. Dabi gently opened your door. The moonlight manifested through the curtains on your sheets with different stripes; giving him barely enough clarity to see your broken figure. He hated himself for this. He should’ve been there to protect you, even if you hated him, even if Shigaraki would get mad at him…

“Who’s there?”, your broken voice tore through the silence. Dabi froze as he noticed you didn’t even bother to look who was there. “Just kill me, please”, you whispered, “Whoever you are, you’re doing me a service”. “

His heart shattered at your request. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how you must feel now your quirk was gone. 

“You know I can’t”, he tried to sound as kind as he possibly could. “What are you doing here?”. “I wanted to check up on you”. “Check up on me?”, you chuckled as your gaze was focused on the flowers beside your bed. “I’m doing fine. Thank you”. “Why do you do this?”, Dabi walked toward the flowers, “Why do you push me away?”. “Because I hate you”, you watched as his burned fingers flicked through the flowers, as if he was browsing through some magazines. “You don’t hate me”, he chuckled, “You hate how I make you feel. Isn’t that right, doll?”. 

His eyes studied your face. He knew you weren’t going to answer. You were too stubborn to give in to your feelings. He knew that. After all, you only came to him when you had nowhere else to go. When your little hero friends were too busy saving the day instead of you. Because you needed to be saved too. From yourself. There were times when you couldn’t get out of your bed; when you couldn’t even stand to see anyone else other than him. 

“Leave”, your voice cracked. “Like everyone else?”, his rough digit brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Where are your friends now? When you need them the most? Where were they when you needed someone to protect you?”. 

You, once again, stayed silent. He was right. Where was Aizawa? Where was All Might? Or even Kayama? 

“Don’t touch me”, you turned onto your other side. 

Dabi’s eyes widened. He could see the bandages wrapped around your entire body. There were only traces left of your wings, ones which you didn’t seem to get rid of. He hated to see you like this. It hurt him more than he would care to admit. 

“The nurse said they’ll fall off eventually”, you said as you heard a soft gasp, “I don’t have any control over them anymore”. “I see”, his nails pressed into the palm of his hand. “Now get out”, you never sounded so cold before.

“I don’t want to leave”. 

He started to get a bit angry. After all, he only was good enough for you when you needed him. But what about him? What about the times he needed someone? You were always making demands; telling him how much you hated him, but when push came to shove you were always crying into his arms. Always begging him to never leave you, only to push him away again.

“Leave or I’ll call the police”. “Fine”, he clenched his jaw, “Always what the princess wants. Do you even care what I want?”. “No”, you didn’t hesitate to answer. “Right”, Dabi chuckled, “Of course. I’m only a villain, right? The beauty can’t be seen with the beast… How silly I was to think I meant anything to you-“. “How silly indeed”, you coldly added.

Your words felt like bullets to him. You always knew how to pierce through his rough skin, right into his heart. 

After that night, Dabi hadn’t heard from you. He kept his eye on you though. Every so often tracking you, trying to see what you were up to, but it seemed you barely left your house anymore. Likewise, anyone barely ever visited. It seemed you had isolated yourself. Even to him. 

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You were watching TV as a live broadcast interrupted your show. You could see, what seemed like a couple of members of the League of Villains fighting against some pro heroes.

 “Dabi”, you widened your eyes as you placed your cup of noodles on the floor next to you. He was standing on top of a roof, blue flames surrounding him. From what you could see, blood was dripping down his entire body. He was tired. His body was giving up on him. 

You didn’t know why you got up and dressed yourself in a hurry, or why there was a fire in your heart, but you felt the need to protect him. Even without your quirk. 

“Shit”, you placed your hand in front of the sun. Your eyes weren’t used to that much sunlight anymore. You only went outside when it was entirely necessary. The paparazzi in front of your door made you so anxious during the first couple of months that you stopped going outside altogether. 

You ran through the city, ignoring the sirens around you. 

“H-huh?”, you froze as you felt a police officer holding you back. “I’m sorry”, he looked at you, “Only pro heroes can-“. 

Your heart sank to your stomach. He was right. You weren’t a pro hero anymore. What were you going to do? Besides, you wanted to protect a criminal. What were you thinking? 

“Dabi-“, your eyes shot upwards as you heard his laugh. He was standing before the building now, his hand on his face as blood dripped onto the concrete ground. “Dabi!”, you raised your voice as you noticed Aizawa’s bandages shooting through the sky. 

You didn’t know how, but within a flash, you were standing before Dabi. Tears in your eyes at the thought he might get hurt. 

“Y/N?”, his eyes went round as he noticed your sudden appearance, “Y-your wings-“. “M-my wings?”, you looked to the side, your voice shaking. 

God, you used to be beautiful with your white wings but now… 

Wings as dark as the night had emerged from your back, even bigger than your white ones used to be. The golden glow that made you look like an angel was replaced with flames engulfing your entire wings. Burning feathers dropped to the ground as you gently shook them. 

“My wings-“, you looked at Dabi, a smile on your face. “What are you doing?!”, Aizawa shouted from behind you, “Get out of the way! Dabi’s dangerous-“. “Where were you?”, you looked over your shoulders at your former friend. “W-what?”, Aizawa narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What kind of friends, huh?”, you chuckled as you slowly turned around, lowering your wings. “I’ve been rotting inside my home, all by myself. You didn’t even bother to visit-“. “This isn’t the right moment-“, Aizawa tried to interrupt but you wouldn’t let him. “You’re going to pay”, you softly chuckled, “All your so-called pro heroes… You’re all rotten from the inside. You don’t care about anyone other than yourselves”. 

Dabi stayed quiet. He didn’t recognize you, but he liked the new you. You seemed more powerful than ever; even more beautiful than he could ever imagine.

“We’ll make them pay, won’t we doll?”, his hand on your back. “Hm”, your eyes fixed on Aizawa, “We will”. 

You opened your wings again before you released your new quirk. Within seconds, the street was filled with orange and blue flames, making it perfect to escape.

“My, my, my”, Dabi let out a low chuckle as he entered the headquarters of the League, “Did you make a deal with the devil?”.

You smirked, “I am the devil”. 

Dabi would lie if he said he wasn’t scared of you right now. You were nothing like the girl he used to know. You were once a source of light, but now, only darkness seemed to surround you.

“That’s my doll”, he shook his head as he moved closer; his rough hands cupping your cheeks. “Without you, I would’ve been dead by now”. “I know”, you softly grabbed his wrist, “I couldn’t stand the thought”. “You wanted to protect me, even without a quirk? Am I that special?”, a devilish smirk on his face. 

“You are”, you smiled before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, “You always were”. 

Dabi closed his eyes as he felt your lips against his, a gentle flutter inside his stomach. All the nights you pushed him away, every time you pretended to ignore his existence… They were all worth it. You were his doll, his little devil that he couldn’t live without. 

[shitsandgiggles1]

Sweet morning’s with you - mason mount

Summary- you get woken up to mason

Warnings- none

Genre- fluff, a little bit of suggestive smut

Authors note- I hope this is ok not the best as I only just started also if there’s anyone you’d like me to write about just let me know and I’ll do it.

I do not give permission for anyone to copy my work however you can reblog it.

Mason had already woken up by eight just by reflex, but decided to stay in bed as you were still fast asleep with your hair sprawled all across your pillow and letting out tiny little snores.

However, after half an hour of tossing and turning and getting bored of his phone, he decided to make breakfast while he’s waiting for you to wake up he decided to make breakfast for you. He cautiously got off the bed and shut the door so he wouldn’t disrupt your beauty sleep.

Although that was very inconvenient for y/n as she would normally wake up freezing and roll over to mason as he was nice and warm for a quick snuggle until she really needed to get up. But as she rolled over to do so she nearly fell off the bed if it wasn’t for the bed side table she had not realising she didn’t have mason as a protective barrier to not have that same accident happen.

Now very grumpy, as she wasn’t normally a morning person anyway got up to go downstairs and find him. However, she didn’t get to even open the door as the door swung open with a grinning mason with ruffled bed hair and a tray full of some magnificent smelling food. He soon realised that he wouldn’t be able to surprise you by waking you up with a tray full of food to see that sweet smile on your face and instead have you already awake and a face that looks like a grumpy looking baby. Mason could help but laugh at that thought but stopped as he realised you weren’t grumpy for no reason.

“What’s up baby” he says as he puts the tray down on the bed side table to bring you in his arms. “You left me” You sighed and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck loving the warmth your getting that you should’ve gotten about five minutes ago.

“I’m sorry I went to go make you breakfast as I woke up ages ago” he laughed coming to the realisation of why you had some serious puppy eyes and pouty lips. “Come on let’s get back in bed eat all this spent quite long making all this you know,” he said as he picked you up ready to snuggle on his day off and eat.

After twenty minutes of eating all the food you two had definitely finished with your belly fulls and now cuddling watching friends on the tv.

“Although your food was delicious I’m still mad at you for leaving me earlier” you huffed falsely and turned away from him acting annoyed. “Oi get back here you big baby” he laughed and smacked your arse. After he realised that wasn’t gonna work he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you towards him so that you were on your back and gave you a big smack of a kiss as he saw the big grin on your face. His hands roamed around your waist until eventually he picked you up and put you on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and left a trial of light kissed from his jaw to his noticing his shoulders start to relax.

“Y/n” he warned not wanting to do that right now as he has something planned tonight. “Baby not right now ok, later” mason softly said as he didn’t want you to get the wrong impression and get upset. “Just wanna cuddle right now I’ve missed you”. You decided to stop your teasing antics as you understood what he was saying because you had missed him to where he been busy with his football and training and any travelling he had to do with that. You pushed against his chest so he’d lay down and put your head against his chest. “I love you mase”. “I love you too baby.”

[junglemax]

joe and shibata check in on hook after dynamite.

[fic]

Joe practically slams the medical door open. “Where is he?”

Everyone looks up, alarmed and startled.

Shibata, who came in behind Joe, spots a closed off bed in the far corner where Hook’s boots poke out from behind the curtain, and taps Joe before motioning his head towards it.

They both get over there quickly, and throw the curtain out of the way.

Hook’s sitting up with his head down.

“Hook,” Joe says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We saw what happened. Are you okay?”

Hook looks up. He’s got a bandage on his eye, and his bangs are a little singed. He doesn’t say anything, just glares half-heartedly.

“Shit,” Joe says, letting go of him. “Shit, Hook-“

“Do we need to call your dad?” Shibata types.

Hook shakes his head.

“Hook, this is serious. Someone should let him know,” Joe says. He turns to the medical staff. “Hey! Does anyone here know how to do their fucking job? Someone call Taz and tell him what happened, now.”

A few people scramble to find a phone.

Hook shakes his head harder, and makes a pained, angry sound.

“Don’t hurt yourself now.” Joe lightly pushes Hook down to lay.

Hook shoves him off, and Joe tightens his hold, keeping Hook on the bed.

Shibata waves a hand in front of Hook.

Hook looks up and stops struggling against Joe.

Shibata hands out his phone and taps the screen, which still shows google translate up.

Hook looks down at it, and slowly taps out a message. “I want to go home.”

Joe sighs. “Figures. The second you get cleared, we’ll take you home.”

Hook doesn’t type anymore.

Shibata gently takes the phone out of his hands and types his own message. “Why don’t you want to tell your father what happened?” He hands it back.

Hook takes a long few minutes to think. He types and retypes a few messages before finally settling on one. “I don’t want him to worry. He’ll convince me to not wrestle.”

“Hook, Jericho threw fire into your eyes. This isn’t something you can come back from like that,” Joe snaps his fingers. “This takes time.”

Hook types more frantically, angrily huffing out through his nose. “I’m this close to getting that title back. I can’t stop now.”

“Hook.”

Hook doesn’t look at either of them. His knuckles are white around Shibata’s phone.

Shibata holds out his hand. Hook slowly gives him the phone back.

“Your dad would be more disappointed in you hiding an injury and forcing yourself into a position you cannot handle than in you taking the time needed to heal. The belt isn’t going anywhere. Rest. We’ll stay with you if it makes you feel better.”

“Jesus, Shibata,” Joe mutters.

Hook looks up at Shibata, and they can see a lone tear line on his cheek. With a shaky hand he reaches back up for the phone, which Shibata gives him. “Can you stay at my place? And tell my dad he can come too?”

“Sure thing, champ,” Joe says. “We’ll keep watch so Jericho and his creep squad don’t try some shit.”

Someone jogs up to the three. “We left a message for Taz, and he finally called back. He’s still not allowed in the building, but-“

“Is he on the phone?”

The staff member nods.

“Bring it here.”

They bring the phone over, and Joe puts it on speaker. “Hey, Taz. Me and Shibata are with Hook.”

“Is he okay? I couldn’t get any reception on this damn phone-“

“He’s okay,” Joe assures. “Just shaken up. His eye got pretty messed up.”

“Shit,” Taz sighs. “I should’ve known that motherfucker was going to try some nonsense. If I hadn’t needed surgery, I would’ve hopped in there and slapped him myself.” Taz sighs again. “Can I speak to my son?”

“He’s uh, pretty non-verbal right now,” Joe admits. “It’s like pulling teeth just to get him to type on Shibata’s phone.”

“But he’s there?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“Sure.” Joe takes it off speaker and gives it to Hook.

Hook sniffles into the mic, and it must be enough for Taz to start talking. Joe nor Shibata can hear what he says, but whatever it is, Hook is agreeing to it, nodding along.

Finally, Hook clears his throat, and mumbles the first words he’s said all night. “Love you too, dad.” He hands the phone back to Joe, avoiding eye contact.

“You got to him?” Joe asks.

“Yeah, I told him what he needed to hear. I appreciate you guys being there for him.”

“Good. Hey, he wants me and Shibata to stay with him when he gets out, and wants you to stop by.”

“I can do that, yeah. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Of course, man.” He says his goodbyes and hangs up. “Alright, Hook. When the hell are you supposed to get out of here?”

Hook points to a staff member.

“Hey, you! Guy with the mustache.”

The mustache guy looks over. “Yes sir?”

“When can he go home?”

“Um, I’d have to check-“

“Let me rephrase that: you tell me right now whether or not he can go home.”

The man gulps. “Um- if you guys are okay with driving him, he can probably-“

“That’s all we need to know. Thank you.” Joe turns to Hook. “Come on, let’s go. We’ll even stop and get some chips on the way.”

Hook just steps off the bed. Joe puts an arm around his shoulders, and Shibata follows them out.

[traningdummy]

Now I’m Sleeping Alone

What day is it now? No… it doesn’t matter anymore, the lingering coldness of the empty bed, the small space where he would lay, my hand always resting on his chest, checking to see that he’s still with me, that he won’t leave me like the others.

But with that came the realization that we’re too far from saving, that we were slowly fleeting away from each other, his walls began to come up again, the ones I worked for years on taking down, brick by brick, ensuring I was there for him through it all, but it wasn’t enough, not for him at least.

The memory still rests in my head, the last night we had together, it was a night of toxic passion, his possessive yet fleeting grasp on my hips, skin slapping against skin, so much pleasure yet so much pain within the same moment, it was too much, for me and for him, maybe we met too soon.

After all, he was a mercenary, I was just a naive blacksmith’s son, making various swords, shields, armors, anything a man like him would want, yet beneath all his swords and armor, he wanted something that I never knew was for sell within the shop, my heart, and I wanted his.

From there is where our hearts began to slowly fall into peace with each other, spending my off hours at his little camp a few miles out of the city, sitting on the dirt to stare at the stars with him where he would show me each constellation that he knew and I would do the same.

Maybe, if we paid more attention to the stars and how they aligned, we could’ve seen the signs they sent us, that we’re meeting too early, that we should’ve waited a little longer, that I shouldn’t have fallen so easily for his scarred face and that damned accent of his, but I did, I fell for him, and it seemed like the gods above was deemed to make me pay for it.

After each and every set back, my father having to move away deeper into the country to make armor and swords for the king’s army, to him having to leave to chase after some black powder that would make him a rich man, after it all we always came back to each other, like were two black holes that always came together, slowly imploding into one another, making a supernova.

But, I never saw it between us, how he got some of my ticks and how I got some of his, I would randomly scratch at a non existent scar on my face, and how he would tap his knuckles against his armor to ensure it’s strong and steady, maybe we became too much like each other.

Even after my father had passed down the blacksmith craft to me and his whole shop and empire, he was there with me through it all, ensuring I never got scammed by bandits, that I got the finest metals from other merchants, he was there for me, and that’s what I needed there and then.

But as the business skyrocketed into new heights, I began to get various offers to move away, to be a royal blacksmith, become a trusted man within their ranks, but I couldn’t leave him behind, and he didn’t want me to go, but this is where the first crack began to show within our vase, our love began to crack.

Staying with him resulted in me becoming more and more busy with customers, knights from other kingdoms wanting better swords or armor, it all became too much, so much so that I began to overlook my own health to keep working, to please the masses and not myself, and not him.

He tried to help me, help me forge armor and swords, yet my mind and heart made him stop, I didn’t want him to help me at this point despite the fact I needed it so bad, I pushed him away, my own walls started to come up as I focused on my shop than him, than our love, the crack began to grow.

Within the few weeks, my business began to slow down, making me realize my problem, seeing how detached he became with me, how he would barely acknowledge me whenever he would tell me he was going on a mission away from me, it made me want to beg for him to stay, but it was like a phantom was choking me, making me not say the words as I watched him ride away, and I swear I saw tears falling as he rode away, shining softly under the harsh heat of the sun.

More and more the crack began to grow, before the vase of our love cracked and shattered completely, the passionate and toxic night, feeling his thrusts into me, my moans of pleasure, tears falling down my eyes and landing on his chest, his own tears falling down onto the pillows, we both knew this was the last time, and we embraced it.

Now I’m sleeping alone, my hand still rests on where he would be sleeping at, if he was still here, if we met just a little later, maybe the next night, he might come back, just maybe, but he isn’t like that, Pero Tovar isn’t that type of man.

[cookstorys]

hi I just found your blog and your the only one that I’ve seen that does outerbanks. If it’s not to much trouble could I request a rafe Cameron x sunshine male reader, were he wants to be a better person because the guy he’s crushing on never have up on him.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

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Character- Rafe Cameron

Show/Movie- Outer Bands

Warning- Rafe being crazy 😝☝🏾, haven’t watch outer banks in a while so I had to remember what I could 🕴🏾, sunshine reader showed a lil dark side at the end😰

Author Notes - Im genuinely so sorry for the long wait, you’ve been waiting so long and you’ve been so extremely patient, thank you! Part 2? 🤭

Females dni

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The time was 2:45 am. Granted the [hair color] haired boy should’ve been in bed enjoying his weekend but when he got a worrying text from his friend he awoke immediately. On your way to his location, you could only imagine what he had gotten into. For all you knew he could’ve killed someone. God, you hoped he didn’t kill anyone.

You slowly pulled up to a boat dock. Putting your car in park your heart almost immediately fell to your stomach. You’re the mayor’s son, alone in the dark, with nothing to protect yourself but a rusty pocket knife. ‘He’s your friend, and you love him’ you mumbled to yourself. After a few more minutes in your car, you nervously got out. Your footsteps were the only thing that could be heard as you hurriedly walked toward the docks.

If there wasn’t a light pole near the end of the dock you wouldn’t have been able to identify Rafe at the end of the dock staring down at his reflection. Slowly walked towards him, not wanting to scare him. Once you’ve beside him you spoke. “It’s pretty nice out huh?” His head snapped to look at you, obviously startled at your presence. “You came?” You chuckled at the dumb question. You gently shoulder-bumped him with a smirk. “What else are friends for.”

His stomach fluttered with butterflies. Friends. He could never quite get used to that word. He huffed out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Do you… do you think I’m a bad person?” Your eyes pulled away from the stars to observe his face. His eyes twinkled with sorrow, and his lips stayed still, as his jawline clenched and tightened. You concentrated your eyes back on the shining moon. “Everyone’s a bad person in some way. Yes, some out-way others. However, no one’s completely a good person. Not to mention what makes someone a bad person?” You could feel his confusing eyes land on your calm persona. “I’m lost.” He replied.

“Think of it like this. Someone who steals is considered a bad person correct? But what if they’re stealing to pay for their mother’s medical bills? Some might say stealing is stealing, he belongs in jail. Others might say he’s stealing for genuine reasoning so it’s ok.” Rafe chuckled at your tiny morale rant. “So, does that mean I’m a bad person?” Rafe asked and for the first time that night, you looked at each other. “You tell me, Rafe, are you?” His eyes purposefully pulled away from yours, clearly trying to not say something.

“I don’t know,” he cried. “I’ve been trying to be a good person to make you happy, but I can’t keep this up.” He burst into tears. You pulled him into one of your amazing hugs, his head rested on your shoulder as he continued to cry. “I almost drowned Sarah [name], my fucking sister. What the fuck is wrong with me.” He sobbed. You tried to keep your calm composure but the newly learned information took you aback but you refused to show it.

You pulled him away from your touch, taking his head between your hands. “You listen to me Rafe Cameron, you are not a bad person. Just someone who’s made mistakes. Now answer me this…is she dead?” You asked shaken up. “No, Topper stopped me before I could do anything more.” He answered finally calming down. “Good, Rafe where is Topper exactly?” Rafe had to think for a second but finally answered. “He should be at his vacation house until his dad’s back from business.” You smiled at this newly learned information, pulling Rafe back into a hug.

“Ok, remember Rafe I’m always here for you.”

[lucy90712]

Gavi- You should be mine

wc: 1800+

Gavi's POV

Just as I was getting into bed I heard the doorbell ring which I so desperately wanted to ignore but for whatever reason my brain told me I had to at least go and see who it was so I made my way back downstairs and to the front door. I don't have a peep hole so I had to open the door to see who was outside so I opened it slightly to start with before opening fully as soon as I saw who was standing there. On my door step was y/n who has been my friend since we became teenagers with red eyes and tears streaming down her face. Seeing her like that made my heart break so I invited her in and got her to sit down with me on the sofa where she curled into my side and just kept crying.

Usually I don't really know what to do in these types of situations but I could tell she just needed someone to comfort her so I put an arm around her and just stroked her back in hopes that it would calm her down enough to talk to me. She kept crying for a while before she calmed down and looked at me properly for the first time since she got here. I used the opportunity to wipe some of the tears from her face and move her hair out of her face as it was sticking to where her tears had been running. Just from the look on her face I knew whatever happened had not just made her upset but hurt her which instantly made me a bit mad as I don't know who in their right mind would hurt such an amazing person.

"H-he cheated on me" she whispered after a few minutes of silence

Her damn boyfriend was the one who hurt her of course he was. The two of them have been together for almost a year and I never liked him from the start but I put it down to jealousy as I've always liked her but just never been brave enough to admit my feelings. Now however I know that my distrust was warranted as he's gone and cheated on her and made her the most upset I've ever seen anyone.

"What happened?" I asked wanting more information

"He's been cheating for 7 months and I found out tonight after someone sent me a picture of him kissing some other girl after his last match which is why he didn't want me to go because he was bringing his other girlfriend" she explained

"Dickhead he's a dickhead" I whispered to myself

"Y/n I'm so sorry that's just awful she should've never done that to you" I said out loud

"I just feel so stupid I mean it should've been so obvious when he would just ignore me for days or not want me to go places with him" she said

"Hey you're not stupid he is you trusted him and he took advantage of you he's the one that's in the wrong I mean who cheats on an amazing girl like you" I said

"Thank you Pablo you always know how to make me feel better" she said

It was obvious that she was still upset so I convinced her to stay the night so that she wouldn't be alone. She looked at me for a second before resting her head on my arm which I just knew would be uncomfortable so I gently moved her so that she was resting her head on my chest instead. Subconsciously I started to play with her hair which made her look at me again but she just smiled and laid back down so I continued. Eventually I noticed her breathing change which told me she was asleep and meant I was stuck on the sofa for the rest of the night but honestly I didn't care because she was in my arms and seemed a lot happier than when she arrived. Just to make things more comfortable I slowly moved until the both of us were laying down and k could get some sleep too.

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Your POV

Over the last few days since breaking up with my ex I have been spending a lot of time with Pablo and he has made me feel so much more appreciated than my boyfriend ever did. He has been so sweet he has come to see me everyday after training and brought me snacks and chocolates that he knows I love. Yesterday he invited me to his game today which I have been really excited about because I haven't watched him play in ages as I was always going to my ex's games instead but now I get to watch Pablo be the amazing player I know he is. All morning he has been telling me how excited he is for me to come to the game which has made me really happy as finally someone is excited to have me around.

All of my excitement dissipated when I arrived at camp nou and got in my seat and actually paid attention to who Barcelona were playing. They were playing the team my ex just joined in the recent transfer window which means he's here and probably playing. My heart was racing as I haven't seen him since we broke up and I didn't want to ever see him again especially so soon but now there's a high chance that I will. Throughout the entire warm up I was distracted but I was brought back to reality when I got a text from Pablo telling me that he was really sorry he told me to come and that he didn't know my ex had switched teams. He promised to protect me and not allow my ex anywhere near me which made me feel a whole lot better because I know that when he makes a promise he will never break it.

When the game started I tried my best to just focus on Pablo on the pitch which worked pretty well until Barcelona got a free kick next the box and my ex made the mistake of pushing Pablo. That sent him off and of course he pushed him back harder which resulted in an argument between the two of them on the pitch and they both ended up with a yellow card. Even from a distance I could see the rage flowing through Pablo but he soon got his revenge when he made a run getting past my ex and scoring. As a celebration he held up a heart and then my initial which made me smile and blush a little knowing he dedicated a goal to me.

After the match I went to the tunnel to wait for Pablo to come out which made me very nervous as if I was going to see my ex it would be now but I remember the promise Lablo made to me and that helped me calm down. He was so committed to his promise that he came out the locker room with no shoes on and pulling his shirt over his head which meant his abs were on show for a second which had me blushing all over again. We stood together in the hallway as he finished getting ready and I was sure glad he was there was my ex walked past but completely ignored me when he noticed Pablo by my side. We eventually the stadium and I drove us back to his place so we could spend the evening together.

"What happened with your yellow card?" I asked when we got inside

"Ok I'll admit my anger took over a bit but I was going to leave it at just pushing him back but he said something about you which I'm not going to repeat and it just made me so mad that I wasn't going to let him get away with it" he explained

"Thank you for standing up for me" I said

"I'd do it any day it was worth the yellow card honestly" he laughed

"You are such a nightmare sometimes I swear" I laughed with him

We went and sat down together but he got up not long after to get the both of us something to drink and some snacks. When he sat back down I sat right by his side as leant my head against him as it's comfortable and I like to be close to him. Since the breakup I have felt the feelings I had for Pablo before getting into the relationship coming back. I liked him before getting into a relationship with my ex but I thought that we'd never be more than friends which I why I gave up and decided to date someone else. Now that I'm not in a relationship and am back to spending loads of time with Pablo those feelings are coming back which feels so wrong as I just got out of a relationship but I just can't help it. The worst part about it is that I know he'd never feel the same way I mean he could have any girl he wanted so there's no way he'd choose to be with me.

While I was thinking I didn't notice Pablo put his hand on my waist but I did notice when he started to rub his thumb on my skin. When I noticed I looked up at him and smiled while trying not to blush as that would definitely give away my feelings and I can't deal with that right now. Feeling his hands on my waist made my mind involuntarily think about what my life would be like if I'd dated Pablo instead of my jerk of an ex boyfriend. My mind definitely shouldn't still be thinking about that but I just couldn't help myself.

"Y/n" Pablo said taking me out of my train of thought

"Yeah what's up?" I asked

"This is probably way too soon but I can't keep it to myself anymore I have feelings for you and have done for forever and I get if you don't feel the same but I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore" he rambled

"Hey calm down I feel the same way too and I want to be with you if that's what you want but I want to take things slow" I said

"Of course we can take things slow I'm just happy I can call you mine" he said

"Can I kiss you?" He then asked

Instead of answering I just nodded and he grabbed my face pulling me into a kiss. His lips felt so good against mine it was as if they fit perfectly together which only made me heart feel even more full of love for Pablo. When we both finally pulled away he moved me so that I was sat on his lap which meant he could fully wrap me up in his arms. I stayed in his arms for the rest of the night until he carried me up to bed and we cuddled until we both feel asleep and it just felt so right to be with him and not anyone else.