#and the pouty guy with the long eyelashes who has no idea what's happening but is terrified it might stop

[whositmcwhatsit]

What I love about the Marvin Israel 1956 photos is how they capture what the mainstream adult world must have thought about him at the time: dark, foreboding, dangerous hoodlum ready to break innocent hearts and *enjoy* doing it.

And then, out of nowhere this slightly stunned, overwhelmed kid appears.

What a fucking year

[pockyxx]

“ how the haikyuu captains confess ”

daichi x fem! reader, kuroo x fem! reader, ushijima x fem! reader, bokuto x fem reader and oikawa x fem! reader

genre: fluff.

daichi 

people already though the two of you were dating

he always does typical boyfriend things i.e holds bags, compliments, the only thing that was missing was  physical intimacy 

he’d be on the fine line of romantic and straight forward 

he kinda already knew that you knew he liked you 

he got the team’s advice on what to do but it was useless bc they’ve never been with a girl RIP 

“Y/n, I’m glad I caught up to you!” He seemed a little more nervous than normal but you brushed it off as just nervous for his up coming practice match. 

“Hey Daichi-san, what’s up?” You closed your locker, finishing up with your own club activities. The two of you continued to walk while also keeping up the conversation, Daichi holding the door open for you. 

Your heart slightly fluttered as you walked so close with them, wondering if today was the day that Daichi was finally going to confess. One of the first years had accidentally let it slip one day when you stopped by his practice. 

“Well, actually, there’s been something on my mind. It’s been on my mind for a while, honestly.” He stopped walking, nervously opening his backpack to grab something. 

You gave him an innocent look even though it’s been a moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time. 

“I like you, y/n. Like a lot.” He extended his hand and offered you your favorite candy bar, something that he always carried around with him. “I like when I get to see your bright smile, and your laugh makes me feel so warm inside. I just like the person I am around you and how you make me want to be a better person all together.” 

It had been clear that he hadn’t exactly planned what he was going to say but it was still meaningful nonetheless. 

“It took you long enough.” You flashed a cheeky grin, “Hinata told me by accident, I’ve just been waiting for you to finally spill the beans.” You laughed, filling his heart with joy. 

“So this means you’ll let me take you on a date?” He wondered, blushing and making a mental note to make the younger boy run extra laps. You nodded rapidly, taking his hands in yours, proceeding with your walk. 

kuroo 

have you seen how he talks to his team 

he would have his confession planned for a week 

He’d be rehearsing that shit in the mirror every morning

he’d probably get really freaked out the day of though 

when you say you like him back and confess in a similar manner he’s as red as a tomato 

he practiced on kenma and get his advice

“Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you-” Kuroo was instantly cut off by his younger friend who was still glued to his game. 

“You’re really going to finish off such a sentimental confession with a stupid chemistry pick up line. That’s gross.” He commented as Kuroo was left scratching his head. He’d been planning on confessing to you for a while now but was still stuck on what to say. 

“But she loves when I made chemistry jokes.” His face dropped, conflicted with what to do. Was his friend right? Do girls not like that sort of thing? 

“Well you better decide quick because her she comes.” You had turned the corner with all their refilled water bottles and his heart began to race up. What would happen if you said you didn’t like him back? It would create such an awkward relationship between you two; which wouldn’t be good between a captain and a team manager. 

“Here are your waters.” You passed both volleyball players their drinks as you rested your hands on your hips, “what were you guys talking about?” 

Kenma kept a straight face while Kuroo flushed slightly. Pressing a finger to your lips, you thought of a way to lighten the clearly tense mood. 

“You’ve defiantly being improving your serves, Kuroo-san. I’ve been keeping ion you!” You covered your mouth, not wanted to let out a laugh at such a cheesy joke. That was Kenma’s cue to walk off, giving Kuroo the thumbs up to proceed-- it was now or never. 

“Well, there’s something you should know too, chibi-can.” He swallowed any anxious nerves he had, “You make my heart flutter every moment I see you; you just take me breath away and not just because of you looks. I like how funny you are, and you always seem to put a smile on my face. I know this is very random but I’ve been holding in my feelings for a very long time and I thought I was going to explode not being able to tell you.” 

You smiled, bashing your eyelashes, you never knew your captain had feelings for you. Heck, your crush had feelings for you. 

“So basically, what I’ve been meaning to ask is; are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you?” He held his breath, wondering if Kenma was going to be right. His heart pounded even faster at the sight of your lips twisting to an even bigger smile (if that was even possible). 

ushijima 

it could go one of two ways 

either he could be super blunt and hit you with the ‘I like you y/n.’

OR it would be over the top and only because he consulted tendou

tendou’s probably watched a handful of romance animes and has ushijima prepares chocolates, flowers, the whole 9 yards 

ushi is just nodded and taking notes like... 

just confess to her at the summer festival, girls love that, bonus points if you do it under the fire works.

tendou’s words rang through ushijimas head as he walked side by side with you at the summer festival. he’d done everything tendou had instructed him to up until that point. he’s bought you the best taiyaki, he’d let you hold his hand as to not get lost in the crowd and he’d even won you a small stuffed animal that now rested under your arm pit.

“I think the fireworks are about to start.” you hummed as wakatoshi realized he needed to get into the right position.

“then why don’t we go someone more private.” he offered you a rare smile as your cheeks started to burn up with fluster.

it wasn’t like ushijima was a cold heart person but seeing him suggest something so thoughtful, your heart fluttered with the idea that someone greater was about to happen.

nodding, you let ushijima pull you off as the two of you got a better of the sky that was soon to be filled with a display of lights. he’d taken you away from the crowd, up on a small empty lot of gross that was elevated compared to the rest of the festival.

“y/n, I enjoyed tonight.” he cleared his throat, catching your attention. you nodded in agreement,

“hopefully we can go to more festivals today, of course if your not busy with volleyball!” you smiled happily. ushijima was quick to respond.

“I’d like that very much.” he paused, “y/n, i’m often told that i don’t show emotions well or that i’m very blunt.”

you watched him with curious eyes, stating that that wasn’t all ways a bad thing.

“that’s right. this is a time where i think it’s good to be blunt. you see, y/n, i enjoy spending time with you and that i like you, very much.”

bokuto 

it accidentally slipped out 

he always gets a little shy when he think about it so he simply doesn’t 

you’ll be something fairly mundane and he’ll just pause and go 

“you do that so well, that’s why I think I’m in love with you.” 

you’d get flustered because it was so out of the blue 

he’d fill akaashi in the next day and akaashi would make him re-do the confession

“You’re so good at cleaning the white board, y/n, but I guess everything you do is good because that’s why I like you.” You and Bokuto had class room chores together after school and he was watching you, in a hazy spell, resting his hand on his head. 

You blushed, not knowing if Bokuto was actually being serious or if he was just being overly kind. You just pretended like you didn’t hear him, continuing with what you were doing. If you can confessed your feelings back and he wasn’t serious, you would’ve died of embarrassment. 

“Bokuto-san are you going to help or not?” You turned around seeing Bokuto covering his face as he rested his head on the desk. “Uh, Bokuto-san are you alright?” 

He looked up at you only for you to see what you recognized as his emo mode. You frowned your eyebrows as he jumped up, bursting out with emotion. 

“No! I just confessed to the girl that I like and, and, and I wasn’t ready!” He grabbed his bag and ran for the door, “please forgive me for not doing my share of the work, y/n.” 

You were left speechless, watching as the gray haired boy ran away. You laughed realizing what he meant and put you into such a happy mood you didn’t even care that you had to finish all the chores. 

The next morning, you were greeted at the gates of Fukuordani by Bokuto who held a box of you favorite snack and a small teddy bear. Shyly extending the gifts out to you. 

“I bet you know what I’m going to say, so just, uh, please take these.” It had been what Akaashi had instructed and you took them with pleasure. 

“These will make up for all my hard work yesterday keeping out classroom spic-and-span.” You giggle, Bokuto looked at you with pouty eyes as you continued, “and if you didn’t run out so quickly you would’ve know what I like you too.” 

His eyes gleamed as you covered your slightly blushing face with your hand. Bokuto engulfed you in a hug and the two of you becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. 

oikawa 

he’s been confessed to so much that confessions make him nauseous tbh 

he’d make it very personal and romantic, though 

if not romantic he’d want it to be just the two of you 

he knew if he told any of the third years about if his plans, they’d ruin the moment; showing up to film the whole experience (mattsun and makki) 

he would secretly be the most nervous out of all of them 

You were helping Iwaizumi and taking over his cleaning shift with Oikawa. Oikawa was kinda glad the ace had a dentist appointment, so he could finally get you alone with out his team mates or fan girls there to ruin the moment. 

“Say, y/n-chan, I’m pretty lucky to have such a pretty girl helping me clean up.” His eyes were on the ball he was rubbing the marks off of, not really seeing your expression, defended by the sound of his heart thumping rapidly. 

You frowned, liking Oikawa was no easy task because everyone seemed to like him. Sure, he complimented you now, but he always compliments girls. It hurt your heart not knowing how sincere he was. 

“Don’t worry about it Oikawa-san, I’m always happy to help.” You sighed, finishing pumping a deflated volleyball. The Oikawa you had grown to love wasn’t the pretty, flashy volleyball player but the determined captain who always brought out the best in his teammates. It was the hard working, smart and passionate Toru that made your heart do flips. 

“Y/n...” His voiced trailed off, you noticed there wasn’t a cute little ‘chan’ following it. You turned to face him, not realizing your vision had gone blurry from tears pooling in them. 

“Are you alright?” Out of concern he placed his hands in your shoulders and that seemed to snapped you out of the spell you’d fallen under.

Rubbing your eyes, you nodded, looking down at your feet to avoid Oikawa’s gaze. You wished he’d let go of you, so you heart could just go back to its normal pace.

“Y/n did I say something to upset you—Im sorry.” He seemed to be holding his breath until he saw you shake your heard, reassuring him he’d done nothing wrong. Toru sighed.

“I hate seeing you upset, do you know that?” Surpised, you looked up at him, almost beckoning him to eleborate. Oikawas mind was racing— he wasn’t planning on confessing right there and then but he decided to sieze the moment.

“Out of all the girls I talk to, you’re the only one that makes me feel like this...” With your mouth gapping he took your hand and directed it to his chest where you could feel his rapid heartbeat.

“Oikawa-san...” You trailed off, at a loss of words. Between the hand touching his toned chest and the honey-like words coming out of his mouth, it sent you into over drive.

“Everything about you makes me crazy and-and well y/n... i like you!”

Nodding off, your brain couldn’t fully comprehend what your body was doing. leaning forward, reaching up to his lips you. kiss. him.

“Woah.” Oikawa breathed out, shocked at how you reciprocated his feeling until he was brought back to his usual behaviour, “so... you wanna go out with me?”

[blackmissfrizzle]

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Characters: Dean Winchester x black!reader, Geralt x black!reader

Summary: When on a case, the reader bumps into a familiar face.

Warnings: None

A/N: This idea has been in my forever. I’m happy its finally out.

Between the store clerk trying to stare down your blouse and him giving you, Sam, and Dean unnecessary details of the attack here, you were gonna blow your brains out. Dean noticed your frustration and smiled at you. He loved the little pouty look you would get when you were annoyed. It was the same look you gave him when you wanted something from him.

To get away from the clerk’s stare you roamed around the gas station, still intently listening to his story.

“Then some dude who looked like he came straight from Game of Thrones came inside. I thought he was LARPing.”

“LARPing?” Dean repeated looking up from his notepad.

“Live action role playing,” you explained, your fingers dragging over the chips.

The clerk looked at you adoringly. “You know what it is?”

“Yeah,” you sauntered back up to the counter. Time to tease this little sucker. You took a cherry blowpop and unwrapped it. “I do it all the time. My favorite is the professor and the naughty schoolgirl.” You fluttered your eyelashes as you stuck the lollipop in your mouth.

Dean squeezed your hip in warning to cut it out. He didn’t need more reason to knock the kid out. You paid him no mind though. You just continue to smile at the clerk in which you had no doubt probably jizzed in his pants.

Dean slammed the countertop to get the young man’s attention. “Hey, eyes over here. What happened when Jon Snow came in?”

“Umm, he umm, went crazy.” You couldn’t hide your smile as he stumbled over his words. Serves him right for being a little creep. “He started swinging some blade around and killed the three other guys that were here. I thought I was next when we made eye contact, but he walked right pass me.”

Sam asked for the footage for the fight, but just our luck the camera was busted, it was only there for show. Now you had to be here longer listening to the clerk ramble.

“Uh, he’s as tall as you,” the clerk pointed at Dean, “But he’s ripped. More ripped than you,” he pointed at Sam while Dean murmured, he was ripped. “Oh, and his eyes, they were freaky man,”

The three of you traded looks. Maybe you were just dealing with a demon.

“What color were they? Yellow? White? Black?” Sam questioned.

“Yellow, well more like a golden color. You know kinda like Twilight vampire eyes.”

That was odd. None of you dealt with anything with those kind of eyes before. Guess this means this wasn’t gonna be as easy as you thought.

“Oh, and he had long white hair which is weird because he did not look that old at. Maybe it’s a new hipster trend.”

Your head popped up at the mention of the white hair. It couldn’t be him. He’d be dead by now.

Losing all jokiness, you grabbed the clerk by the collar and pulled out the necklace he gave you that you always wore. “Did he wear something like this?”

“Yeah, the same thing, just bigger.” You let him go and smoothed his collar in apology before walking out. You needed air asap.

Sam and Dean soon followed. Neither have seen you get rough with a witness before. “Y/N/N, you okay?” Sam rubbed your back as you tried to catch your breath.

“Yeah, I think I know who our killer is.”

“Kinda figured that out. Care to share with the class?” Dean knew just how to pull you out of that state, being a dick. You couldn’t pass up hitting him.

“Remember when those witches sent me to the past? I think the guy who helped me is the killer.”

Dean snapped his fingers trying to remember the man’s name. “What was his name. Geral- Gerald? No. Geral-”

“Geralt.” You finished for him.

Dean didn’t like how you said his name or how your eyes lightened up. The two of you weren’t a couple, but you were his.

“Wouldn’t he be dead by now?” Sam questioned.

“Time travel.” You simplified for him.

Dean shook his head. “Man, I hate time travel.”  

—

The three of you ended up at an abandoned house. You used a hair tie Geralt gave you as a conduit for a tracking spell.

“Geralt, do you have an extra scrunchie?”

“A what?” He asked, looking up at you on Roach as he walked alongside you.

You forgot they didn’t know the term scrunchies. “A hair tie.”

“Why didn’t you just call it that?” He complained.

You rolled your eyes at his grumpiness. “That’s what we call them in the future.”

“Ah. No, I don’t have an extra one. Why do you ask?”

“Because mines broke and I don’t want my braids in my face in this heat.”

Geralt sighed as he undid his. “Here,” he handed you his hair tie.

When you got into town, you bought a new hair tie at the market and you tried to give Geralt’s his, but he insisted on you keeping it. Instead he took the new one.

You surprised it work since it was so flimsy, but you couldn’t use the necklace he gave it to you, because technically it wasn’t his. He had it made for you. It was for his ‘little witcher.’

You opted to lead with your sword instead of your gun. Geralt wouldn’t be shooting at y’all. Plus, the only time you could use it was when you were hunting vamps and you missed swinging this baby through the air.

Quietly, you entered the home. Geralt would be on guard and you didn’t feel like fighting him off.

The three of you split up, in search of him. You really hope that you would find him first and not Sam or Dean. He wouldn’t trust them as easily.

Your hopes were crushed when you heard Dean yell, “Son of a bitch!” Racing down the hall, you and Sam arrived at the same time only to see Dean dodging Geralt’s sword.

“I thought you said he was some sort of hunter?” Sam pointed out Geralt’s black eyes.

“He’s not!”

You screamed out the Witcher’s name, but he didn’t respond. He had to be under someone’s control.

“Don’t shoot him!” You yelled at Dean, who was letting out rounds.

“Well, tell him to stop trying to impale me!” Dean rolled to his side to dodge the sword once more.

The witcher had the hunter backed into a corner with no room to miss his strikes. Before Dean could get stabbed, you blocked Geralt’s sword with yours.

“Geralt! Stop! It’s me!” Geralt’s black eyes held no recognition. It was as if you were another monster.

You’re a total badass but fighting Geralt proved to be exhausting. He was a much better swordsman than you and it didn’t help that you learned from him.

While you were trying to stay alive, a book barely missed your head. Looking in the direction it came from, you saw Jaskier being hemmed up by Sam and Dean.

“Jaskier, did you just throw a fucking book at me!?”

“Y/N?” The bard squinted his eyes, trying to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating you. “It’s you! Thank the heavens! Geralt is in dire need of your help.”

“I can see that!” You gritted, while Geralt had you backed against the wall with your swords crossed.

“Geralt, look it’s Y/N, the woman’s name you’ve been saying in your sleep is here.” He’s been saying your name in his sleep? You were sure he be too caught up with Yennfer.

It didn’t matter though. Geralt still was on attack mode. You were talking to Jaskier, trying to figure out what was happening when Geralt stroke your sword out of your hand with the tip of his near your neck.

Jaskier was forgotten by the boys, now that you were in imminent danger, but you told them to stand down. You knew you could get through to him.

“Geralt, it’s me!” The sound of distress in your voice broke through Geralt. His eyes reverted back to normal, well, normal for him.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The one that got away.  Geralt dropped his sword, shortened the distance between you two by leaning his forehead against yours while cupping your jaw gently. “Y/N,” he whispered against your lips.

His lips took you by surprise. You haven’t felt them against yours since you came back your time. This time it was different. It was more passionate. The eagerness from Geralt let you know that he was seeking familiarity and you were willing to give it.

A throat clearing broke you out the kiss. You turned to see a pissed off Dean, a smug Jaskier, and an uncomfortable Sam. Taking in that sight, you stepped away from Geralt’s embrace.

“Um, Sam, Dean, this is Geralt of Rivia.”

Despite his immediate disdain for the man, Dean introduced himself. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dean Winchester of Lawrence.”

Geralt ticked his head to the side before shaking Dean’s hand. So, this was the idiot that Y/N would groan on about. He never quite understood why the idiot didn’t want to be in a relationship with Y/N. She was smart, beautiful, and a hell of a hunter. He would’ve taken her for himself if only time didn’t separate them.

With introductions over, you got to the meat of it. Geralt explained that someone plucked him, Jaskier, Ciri, and Yennefer out of time, just to use him as a weapon. The rest were used to keep him in line, but after one too many fights with his abductors they found a way to spell him under their control.

“Then why are you with him?” You asked Jaskier.

Jaskier’s face flushed and he looked towards the ground. “They said I was annoying, so they sent me with him.”

You had to contain your laughter, but Geralt did not. Leave it up to Jaskier to annoy his kidnappers to the point they couldn’t stand being around him.

You were getting into the backseat of Baby when Geralt just stood there a little confused. “What are you doing? Get in!” You patted the empty seat and he hesitantly slid in.

“This is small,” Geralt commented as his eyes roamed the vessel. It sort of reminded him of a carriage without the horses.

“Faster than Roach. How is she?” A smile graced your face as you reminisced on the stead. She was the most beautiful horse and as protective over you as Geralt.

“She’s well. She misses you though.” Not as much as him though, Geralt thought.

Nuh huh. This was not gonna happen on his watch. Dean let the freakazoid get one free kiss because he was disoriented, but he be damned if he let him make moves on his woman. “Who the hell is Roach?” Dean asked, looking at the pair of you from his rearview mirror.

“My horse.” Geralt met Dean’s eyes in the mirror but for only a moment.

Dean quirked an eyebrow. “Really? you named your horse after an insect.”

“Dude, you literally named the impala Baby,” Sam slapped his shoulder.

Sam’s comment launched the brothers into an argument about Baby’s name origin. While they were having their silly argument, you leaned up and turned on the radio to drown them out.

Immediately, Jaskier was intrigued by the music coming out. You told him all about the advancements in music and promised him to show him some good music.

Dean caught the tail end of your conversation and asked Jaskier why not start his music lesson now.

Sam and your eyes went to each other. Both of you knew Dean was about to go through his expansive cassette tape collection. Sam put in his headphones while you leaned your head back, getting comfortable for your nap.

You didn’t feel Geralt pull you off Jaskier when your body slumped over on him. You didn’t feel Geralt wrapped his arms around your waist as he leaned your head on him. And you definitely didn’t feel Dean’s hot gaze staring at your conjoined bodies.

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[burnedbyshoto]

And They Were Roommates - Part Three

modern!AU - Part Three

Part One⋆⋆ Part Two

todoroki shouto x female roommate!reader

warnings: angsty, fluffy, sweet smut, mentions of alcohol

word count: 7,075

A/N: so this is the end of this series that i did for reaching 100 followers, and now i’m at 200+ and my heart is just so happy that you guys are here with me!!! thank you so much for every like and reblog, you have no idea how much i cry whenever something reaches 20 notes LOL. so anyways, please enjoy its a lot... sorry... i got carried away, but the two third of the story is entire plot related then yall animals will find what you’re looking for at the end!!!! love you all :D

You were not all right.

After falling asleep crying in your room, you had woken up the next morning feeling completely overcome with sentiments you had only considered to be nothing but drunken lust hammering away at your heart. But you were wrong they were true feelings. You couldn’t stay at home, not when you could still hear the moans and screams of Hotaru-san echoing in your mind. Not when he ignored you for a week and was ready to jump back in after sleeping with another.

You could not take it, you wanted to kick Todoroki out of your apartment, but all you had been were drunken fuck-buddies. That wouldn’t be right of you, so instead, you seized the only duffel bag you owned from when you were extremely active at the gym and filled it up with clothes. Making sure to grab enough clothes so that you wouldn’t have to borrow any for at least a week, you pulled on a hoodie, uncaring that you were still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and entered the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth.

Making sure to finish up quickly, you found yourself scurrying back to your room, grabbing the duffel bag and quickly walking out. Your heart pounding as you heard the squeaky door of Todoroki’s room opening. You blundered when putting on your work shoes but still managed to open the apartment door and left making sure to lock it as you left.

Pulling out your phone you sighed, you guessed it was time to text your best friends who were willing to take you in until you could handle seeing your apartment again. You almost cried when you got an almost immediate reply from none other than Yaoyorozu Momo saying that you could take the spare room in her house. So you took off, heading straight to the train station.

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“Sweetie, do you need some tea? How about some coffee?” Momo asked as you tossed your duffel bag on the bed.

“I’m fine, Yaomomo, and honestly I can’t thank you enough for letting me crash here.” You rubbed your eyes as a stifled yawn left your mouth, “I have work in a few hours, so I think I’ll wait for the caffeine until I can’t focus anymore.”

You stretched your hands above your head as Momo played with the edge of her business skirt, her eyes observed you, and you just knew that she was trying to figure out what exactly was wrong. You attempted to smile at her, trying to release the tension in the room, but your cheeks quavered entirely too much when you held it longer than a second. 

“What time are you off of work, the other girls hope to come over, and perhaps we can have a fun night in so you can feel better!” Momo exclaimed her hands clutched tightly in front of her chest, and you swore you could see stars shining in her eyes. “It has been so long since all seven of us have been together, since you’ve been working so long, and of course, spending those nights with that mystery roommate of yours.”

That hit a nerve, and your face completely fell, and a proud yet sad smile came to Momo’s face, “So the sleeping with the roommate finally spoiled, you’ll have to tell me about that later, okay?”

You laugh slightly as peered at the official I.D. badge on Momo’s work shirt, “I promise, now can you go to work? You’re going to be late!”

Momo sighed, contemplating if she should truly leave or not, but you looked like you wanted to be alone right now. Especially if you were going to be working in a bit as well.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight!” Momo retreated leaving you in your misery to wallow.

Seeing that you had an hour and a half to get to work, you grabbed the spare towel Momo had given to you and went to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, god how were your friends all so rich? Why did they even associate with you for that matter?!

You found yourself soon relaxing under the hot jet of water, letting the steam fill the room as you watched water drops fall from your eyelashes. You ran your fingers through your scalp at a slow pace, rubbing circles and paused as you felt hot tears run down your face. Stepping under the jet of the water completely, you washed the shampoo out of your hair as you watched the sud filled water mixed with your tears go down the drain. Sniffing you tried to finish the rest of the shower as slowly as you could, relaxing slightly at the smell of the strawberry shampoo and conditioner that Momo had in this shower.

Gradually you felt better, shutting off the water and wrapping the towel around you. Grabbing another towel, you wrapped your hair up grunting as a strand fell into your face. You quickly dried up, and pulled out your makeup pouch, filling out your eyebrows carefully, satisfied you then went to applying a nude shade of eyeshadow, adding a quick wing, mascara, and of course the red lip as you finished choosing not to do foundation because your skin was perfect today. You stepped back pouting at yourself slightly trying your best to not remember the pouty red lips of Hotaru-san, the red of Todoroki’s hair as your breath hitched again.

Shaking your head, you walked out of the bathroom and grabbed your work outfit putting it on after hanging the towel, and you froze while you buttoned up the shirt as your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, assuming it was the chat with your girlfriends given they had blown it up after you had asked for help.

todoroki: you forgot your name tag, do you need me to bring it to you?

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You cursed out loud rubbing your temple, you could always just steal one of your coworker's nametag, for the time being, no one needed to know your name anyways.

you: no.

Your hands trembled as you pressed send and put the phone down, finishing dressing as you heard another buzz, but you willed yourself to not pick up the phone. Instead, you walked over to the mirror, and let the towel on your head unwrap as your h/c hair fell. You manipulated your hair to best suit it not falling into your face and deciding everything was okay, grabbed your purse and phone and walked out.

It didn't take long for you to cave and look at the text, however.

todoroki: okay, see you tonight. I bought your favorite.

You felt yourself needing to throw up as you remembered it was Sunday. But you slipped your phone back into your pocket, deciding to leave him on read and went off to work, unsure of the trials it would bring today.

When you got back to Momo’s house, it was thirty minutes later than it should have taken as you had instinctively returned to your apartment, only to halt and turn back as you exited your regular station.

“I’m home!” You called out as you slipped on the slippers that had your name embroidered into the heel, smiling as you saw seven pairs of very different shoes waiting at the entrance of the house.

You heard the scurrying of footsteps and your grin only increased as seven women embraced you in the middle of a hug, “Y/l/n, how I missed you!” Hagakure squealed as she was the one who managed to reach you first.

“Yeah girl, we have so much to catch up on!” Jirou’s voice laughed in agreement from somewhere outside of the circle.

“Let’s not smother the poor lady,” Mina exclaimed pushing her way towards the front of the circle, managing to get her arms securely fastened around you, “Right after I’m done with my hug of course!”

“Mina, I don’t think y/l/n wants a hug from just you!” Uraraka teases as Mina huffs releasing you. 

“Are you okay, why were you looking for a place to sleep?” Tsu asks as she approaches you, a concerned look in her eyes as her hands grab your own.

“I-It’s a long story.” You whisper as you take a hand from Tsu’s hand to wipe away the tears that form, and suddenly you’re back in the middle of a hug being walked slowly away.

The seven of you eventually ended up in a circle in Momo’s entertainment room which was filled with pillows, blankets, alcohol, and pizza. Some random rom-com movie was playing in the background as the seven of you chattered away.

You had originally met them all during a Mixed Martial Arts for Females Only Class at the gym you attended last year. They were all friends previously, and you just seemed to click perfectly in their little group. The girls were also co-workers, all working in the same–or at the very least related–company. You were applying to the company that Uraraka and Tsu were at, but given that you had no ties to the hiring committee, you weren’t able to secure an interview until yesterday. You knew that they also had a tight group of male friends who worked there as well. Momo had told you that they worked with a bunch of guys they had known since high school.

You were also aware that four of them had married within the group, but you weren’t friends yet when all of this happened.

You were sipping your wine when your phone buzzed with a text notification, it was past eleven now.

“Is that, what’s his last name again, Todoroki?!” Momo exclaimed, her cheeks flushed even with the tiniest sip of wine.

You glanced at the notification and nodded your head, you had managed to finish the entire story to them, only saying what his last name is given it was extremely common. You had even admitted to them that you had gained feelings for Todoroki, and were positive they were real or else this emotional turmoil would not be happening the way it was happening.

“We got you, girl,” Mina exclaimed grabbing the phone as Hagakure, Momo, and Uraraka surrounded her to read the message, “Ahem, from Todoroki: are you almost home, I’m getting worried. It’s late.”

You snort softly rolling your eyes as you swallow the rest of the wine in your glass and lay on the nearby pillow as the girls whisper about whether they should respond. They eventually decided to leave him on read, won by your final vote. You just did not wish to give him the comfort of you being safe.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, this Todoroki hot-as-fuck roommate had sex with you more often than horny rabbits within months, and just dropped you for some other gorgeous bimbo?!” Hagakure cried out, her hands running through her hair in complete dismay of that thought. “Was he using you? You didn’t give him a special price for the room if he slept with you?!”

You shook your head laughing slightly, oh if only that was the case. “No, Hotaru-san was sweet, plus I am not sex crazy enough to give a rando from Craiglist a discount on my apartment just because he’s attractive.” You shake your head as you reach out for a slice of pizza.

“Hotaru….san?” Jirou blinks rapidly, her eyes wide as saucers. You huffed, annoyed that you had accidentally let the women name out having not intended to let that information out. “Guys is y/l/n talking about our Todoroki and Hotaru?!”

You sit back up, pizza slice in your mouth, your eyes narrowed at Momo and Uraraka who seemed the most freaked out at this revelation. 

“No, it couldn’t be, right?” Momo whispered.

You’re confused as suddenly everyone is scrambling with their phones scrolling most likely through photos or texts. 

“Hotaru-san was gushing today about finally getting Todoroki-kun to be interested in her,” Hagakure noted, her face in a grimace.

“Y/l/n…” Tsu croaks slightly, “Is your roommate name Todoroki Shouto?”

You froze, staring at the six sets of eyes in front of you, each calculating, each somehow hopeful you would say no, but hoping you would say yes.

“…y-yes?”

“OHMYGOD–”

“Do you understand how big of idiots–”

“How many other y/l/n’s do we even know–?!”

“They were saying the exact stories–”

“We are stupid, we never connected–”

“Oh stupid, stupid Todo–”

You blinked feeling overwhelmed as all six girls were talking over one another, the conversation seems to exclude you from the discussion.

“Wait, wait,” Momo tried to succeed in calming everyone down, “Is this him? Can you point him out?”

You looked at the image Momo thrust in your hand. Your eyes swept the image that contained around twenty people, realizing quickly that this was probably the famous Class 1-A as all six girls were in the middle, their smiles wide, looking notably younger.

You found yourself stopping on Todoroki, his expression emotionless as he seemed to be dodging the hands of an enthusiastic classmate beside him. He looked the same, just taller, more mature. You zoomed in on Todoroki and returned the phone, “That’s him.”

“Wow, who knew he had it in him to sleep with two hot girls at the same time…” Jirou stated breaking the silence that hit this party as everyone desperately tried to understand what was going on.

“It wasn’t a threesome…” You mutter, misunderstanding what Jirou meant due to the alcohol flowing through your veins.

“We’ll paper wrap his office for you,” Mina declared, her fist clenched and her eyes on fire, “Hoes before bros!”

“HOES BEFORE BROS!” Everyone shouted in agreement, and you smiled earnestly and tears began falling down your face in happiness over your friends' support. You choked back a sob as you nodded.

“T-Thank you!”

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One Week Later

You hummed slightly as you buttoned up a freshly washed work shirt. Yesterday you had received a call from your dream job’s company with good news, and it made you ecstatic! You weren’t starting until next week, but you had submitted your last day at your job and was ready to say goodbye to it forever. 

“Ne, y/l/n,” Momo called, poking her head in through the door, and you looked at her, “I’m having a dinner date here tonight, uh, do you mind if you don’t come home? At least not until later?” Momo’s face turned red at her confession and you smirked slightly.

“That’s no problem.” You laugh as you fluff your damp hair out, puckering up in the mirror before turning to walk to the door, your purse sling on your shoulder, “I’ll get out of your hair tonight.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” Momo cried as she embraced you, and you laughed hugging her back.

“It’s the least I can do, besides, I need to go home anyway. All my business attire is there and not here.” You stated as the two of you broke away, as you began walking towards the entrance of her house to guarantee you would get to work on time. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Momo asks her eyebrows scrunched together, she was trying to keep the worry out of her tone, but it was spelled all over her face.

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m hoping he won’t be home, or maybe he’ll have Hotaru-san over and will be… occupied.” You chose your words carefully as you slipped on your work shoes, but you shook your head, “Nevertheless, I’ll gladly go back to give you the house! It is your place, please don’t feel bad!”

Momo nodded in agreement, although she didn’t look too convinced, “I’m sure one of the other girls would take you in, and I could always buy you more work clothes!”

You knew that all those girls were able to take you in, minus the two that had a date tonight, and you did not feel like stepping into a house where two of them were happily married, or the other with a newly engaged fiancee, but you did not say that to Momo.

“Okay, but I have to go now!” You rushed, as you hugged her goodbye, starting out the door at a breakneck pace.

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye!”

On the train to work, you looked at the text messages from Todoroki for what felt like the millionth time. You hadn’t responded to him yet, not to the worried text, not to the apologies from him, for he didn’t know what was wrong, just that you left. You wanted it that way too.

todoroki: I’m sorry for whatever it is that happened, just come back home?

That was from two nights ago and also the last text he had sent, but you could care less as you grumbled to yourself continuing to go about your day in denial about how much you wished this past week was nothing but a dream.

You went about your day just fine, nothing was out of the ordinary. As the end of your shift drawled to a close, you found your anxiety heightening. You wanted to go home, you wanted to sleep in your bed, wake up to the sun shining in your face, but you couldn’t take the sight of Todoroki either. Not yet.

You slowly clocked out and began your journey home, and to be quite honest, you could barely remember going anywhere, just knowing your feet had taken you to your apartment door. Putting in your key, you unlocked the door and stepped in.

It was quiet, and there was no shoe belonging to Todoroki at the entrance, so you let out a sigh of relief putting on your slippers and picked up your shoes, not wanting to leave them at the front.

You walked to your room and opened the door, closing it behind you. There was a musty air to your room most likely having not been touched since you had left one week ago, and you opened your window, spraying a bit of air freshener to alleviate the thick feeling air. Checking the time, it was only eight, and so you were going to be here until midnight before making your way back over to Momo’s house hoping she would be done with her date by then.

Wasting no time, you began grabbing your business skirts, business shirts, blazers, and even pantsuits. You pulled out your heels and any accessory you thought you could use, unsure when you would be back. You folded everything and placed it onto your dresser just so that it was off your bed.

As much as you hated being home, you were grateful for having washed your sheets the day before you had left and you had not slept under the covers the last night you were here, the sheets were still relatively clean. Maybe you’d take a nap in a few minutes.

You walked out and into the living room, going to search for an old shopping bag to put your things in. Going to the supply closet in the entryway, you stood on your tip-toes to reach the bags on top but froze as you heard the front door open.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse as you jump to grab the shopping bags. You smile victoriously as you grab one, ripping it out, and shrieked only to have them all fall on top of you.

You watched in mortification as the supply closet door opened and Todoroki stared at you, his mismatched eyes boring into your eyes as you stood there clutching a whole bunch of bags. You stilled as Todoroki walks over and grabs the extra bags and lets you keep one, you shift away from him as he puts them up and you just want to run away.

“Thanks.” You mutter, turning on your heel and walking away as quickly as you could without running.

“Wait, y/l/n, can we talk?” Todoroki asks, easily keeping up with you despite your best efforts. “Look, I know you were crying the last night you were here, and I know that you were at Yaoyorozu-san’s house. Will you talk to me?”

You scoff making sure to look at him before rolling your eyes, “So what? You can apologize about whatever it is you think is wrong?” You asked hi.

“I would like to, yeah.”

“Okay,” You hiss stopping in your tracks as you turn to face him, your face contorted with anger and sadness, “Let’s start from the beginning then? Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, y/l/n, I don’t know what I did wrong….” Todoroki admits, but that’s not good enough for you. Why did he have to have the awareness of a rock?

“What do you think you did wrong?” You asked anger flushing to your cheeks as you felt ready to combust. Oh emotions, how terrible they were.

Todoroki stayed silent and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, but this is golden!” You laugh as a brief moment of insanity washes over you, “This is the first thing you should be apologizing for! A-Am I honestly that hard to talk to unless I’m drunk?” You wanted that to sound angry, but as the words left your mouth sadness and hurt washes over you.

“No, not at all.” Todoroki disagrees, but you shake your head, a sniffle leaving you.

“We have never made a single sober conversation,” You point out, your eyes searching Todoroki’s own, “Everything between us happened when we weren’t in control, do you even remember what we’ve talked about when drunk? I remember every conversation, and I can tell you that everything you’ve told me and they were things that made me feel like we could have been friends and more, but you never gave me that opportunity.”

Todoroki has gone silent again.

But you weren’t quite done. “I fucking have feelings for you, for crying out loud! I have these damn feelings for you and I don’t know what to do with them because we were fuck-buddies, and fuck-buddies only! Do you even realize how fucked up that is?! I’m in love with some guy I can’t seem to get to talk to me unless we’re borderline blackout drunk. We slept together for months, Todoroki, months! That’s not healthy for roommates!” You’re panting slightly as your thoughts race.

“Don’t get me started on the entire me saying I love you, I was drunk and perfectly content with the relationship we had, and it wasn’t something that meant anything at the time, but you had to go and fucking ignore me for the entire week. Like what absolute bullshit Todoroki, you could have at the very least told me that it was over. But you didn’t! You screwed me over! And fuck, you brought another girl home when I wasn’t home, and you slept with her. Don’t deny it, I heard the two of you… then you asked the same night if I wanted a drink… am I honestly only someone to be desired as long as you’re drunk?” Your voice is a whisper, it’s small and weak, trembling with your loss of vigor and hatred of this situation as you continue to look at Todoroki who could do nothing but stare at you.

You roll your eyes as minutes go by of the two of you just standing there staring, “I’m going to finish packing, I don’t know when I’ll be back after today, but don’t worry I won’t kick you out of the apartment. You can even invite Hotaru-san to move in if you desire.”

You turned on your heel, ready to march to your room but a hand grasps yours. Todoroki’s hand it warm and large on your wrist and you turn your attention to him, tears in your eyes as you want to just retreat into your room.

“I have a hard time opening up to people, and from the very first meeting, I wanted nothing more than to get to know you because you just had this alluring energy to you. But we had such conflicting schedules that I never saw you. Then it was four months since I had moved in and only things I knew about you were the obvious ones I could see around the apartment.” Todoroki whispers having not found his conviction yet, and your heart clenches in the tiniest bit of joy, something that you criticize yourself for in your mind. “I knew that you only drink citrus green teas, that you enjoy the scent of lavender much more than the average person, and that you have over a million products but only use three.”

So, I tried to get to know you through being drunk because I’m much more loose-lipped and I open up easier when I drink. I did want to help you change that really bad day to a good one that first time, and I knew that getting to know you would make me feel better so I assumed the same would be true for you, but I denied my attraction to you and before I knew it I was sleeping with you, and I wanted to stop, but you were just… intoxicating.” Shouto continues, his head is dropped to his chest, his hair was slicked back and so you can easily see the chaos on his face. “And I didn’t know how to fix it, because I knew you remembered, so I figured if we got drunk one more time and I opened up, and we didn’t sleep together things would patch up and we could move on. But my denial was greater than I thought… and at some point, I didn’t know how to speak to you unless I was drunk.” 

You stared at Todoroki who was now staring at you again, his eyes just screaming his confusion at you. “When you said I love you, it scared me shitless when I woke up that morning because I didn’t grow up in an emotionally healthy family. And I panicked, for that I’m sorry. But your confession made me face my feelings for the first time, and I convinced myself it was only drunken hormones, so I tried to see if that was true by making the stupidest mistake I could… Hotaru-san is a nice girl, who had an interest in me, and I used her… but after that night I realized I was just being in denial, but it seems like you heard us and I’m sorry for all of this. I truly am, and I know that my timing is horrible, but if you’ll take my confession let me know… About the sex and my actions, despite both the good and bad… should I apologize or should I confess to you, because there is nothing more I can do.”

Your mouth opens and closes multiple times as you try to find something to say as Todoroki stands there. You want nothing more than to have liquid courage right now as tears form in your eyes, “Will you give me a moment?” You ask, and Todoroki looks at you, panic evident in his eyes, but he nods nonetheless.

“Of course,” He says with a tight smile, leaving you standing in the kitchen as you turn and move to put the bag in your room.

You stand in your room thinking about everything. The six long months of knowing Todoroki Shouto, his confession, his apology, and for the first time listening to your emotions as you slowly put your clothes into the shopping bag. What did you want?

Him.

You longed for him.

You wanted Todoroki.

You walked back to the living room where you knew where Todoroki was waiting for you, and you stared at him, your chin quivering as you watched him look up to meet your gaze.

He rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours, “I want you to confess.” You breathe and Todoroki seems shocked.

“I’m falling in love with you, y/l/n y/n,” Todoroki confesses softly and you laugh slightly, tears falling from your eyes, but you walk towards him and he meets you halfway and for the first time sober, your lips are connected. Your hands move up to cup his cheeks as he pulls you in close, his hands firmly placed onto your lower back.

It’s a slow kiss, and as you’re on the balls of your feet so that the kiss could continue effortlessly. Your head tilts to the right allowing a better angle to be kissed at. The two of you pull away slowly, both of your eyes slowly opening to look at each other in a whole new light, and a blush heats your face as your hands fall to cover your face.

“You’re beautiful…” Shouto murmurs as he pulls your hands away from your face, and he bends down and presses a kiss to your neck, and you gasp lightly at the feel of his warm lips on your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips left soft tiny kisses trailing back up to your lips, and you were ready.

Your lips met again, and this time you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck, and you pull him in closer and his hands are slowly moving up and down your back, making you shiver as his fingers brush against an exposed piece of skin on you back.

You feel yourself stepping towards the bedrooms, and Todoroki–no, it’s Shouto–follows through with your actions and picks you up gently. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you wrap your legs around his torso, your eyes opening to see Shouto’s eyes still closed despite the fact he was walking with you. “Pay attention to where you’re walking, Shouto,” You whisper into his ear as you pull away from the kiss, “I wouldn’t appreciate being slammed into the wall right now.” Your teeth nibble softly onto Shouto’s earlobe and you smile at the throaty groan that leaves Shouto’s lips.

He opens your door room as you continue kissing down his jaw, and as soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, Shouto’s lips are back on yours greedily seeking more contact, and you don’t hold back as you kiss him back with equal fervor. You feel the mattress of your bed hit your back as you continue to kiss him, sitting up so you could move back to let Shouto onto the bed with you. You smile once again as Shouto’s hand rests on the bed frame behind you, while the other one lays on the bottom of your back again.

Your hands are interlocked behind Shouto’s head as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. You moan softly as you head tilts and you open up your mouth so that your tongues meet halfway. You start moving to unbutton your work shirt and Shouto hastily pulls away and your eyes open, his mouth is stained with your work red lipstick as he looks concerned, “Are you sure, y/n?” Shouto asks, his hands suddenly on top of yours. “I don’t want to rush you to having sex with me again…”

You stared at him, a soft smile coming to your lips as you sit up, making Shouto sit on his haunches as you move to your knees, “You have never forced me to have sex, and I want this, I want you.” You whisper to Shouto as you press a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away, you unbuttoned your shirt and dropped it on the floor next to you, your breath hitching as Shouto stares at your nearly naked upper body, and you blush, “Take it off,” you mutter tugging at the hem of Shouto’s t-shirt, and he slowly moves to take it off.

God, Shouto’s body had to be a sin as you watched him take off his shirt and you stared at the rippling muscles on his body, something you had never truly appreciated before. Tone and lithe. He was beautiful.

Shouto’s lips are back on yours as you kiss deeply, your head tilted to the side as his fingers gently grasp your chin, the other one slowly making its way to your bra clasp. A shaky moan leaves your mouth as the bra falls from your body, and Shouto moves his body so that you’re now forced to be lying on your back. The tips of your well-aroused nipples brush up against Shouto’s naked chest and the both of your release a throaty gasp as you pull him closer to you.

Your leg hooks lazily around Shouto’s waist, and a sigh leaves your lips as Shouto gently grasps the back of your leg, running steady consistent strokes from the back of your thigh to your ass.

A fire is building up in your gut as your hands work their way down to the buttons and zipper of his pants. You manage to get Shouto’s pants off without ever breaking the kiss, but now you were on top, straddling his lap as he sat against the headboard, his hands gripping your waist.

Without the pants on, you could feel Shouto’s arousal as you slowly moved against his dick with only your pants and both your underwear interrupting the two of you being completely naked. You pulled away from Shouto and giggled as he attempted to follow you with closed eyes as you had to brush your hair out of your face, suddenly feeling hot.

“Y/n…” Shouto just about whined, and you smiled softly at him, finding it endearing and the slightest bit hot when he used that tone, his hands were on your breasts, slowly stimulating your aroused nipples as he slowly massaged them making sure to brush your nipple with his thumb every so often, and your head tossed back as you bite down hard on your lower lip. That was your undoing as Shouto easily rolled you back over to the bottom, a smirk on his face as he kissed you ever so lovingly, and you felt him pulling off your pants leaving you in a pair of pink undies to which he had noticed. “Those are cute.” He comments as he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“Damn right they are,” You breathlessly retort as Shouto chuckles, pressing a kiss firmly against your lips as he raised your hips so he could slowly grind his crotch into your own, and you bit harshly onto your bottom lip as you stopped a cry of pleasure from coming out.

“No, don’t stop yourself, please,” Shouto begged against your lips as he once more performed the same hip roll.

“Fuc-Fuck!” You cried out as your hands grasped his lower back to keep the friction between you at a high.

“Fuck,” Shouto curses as he tugs your bottom lip in between his teeth as his hand's grip onto your hips tighter. “You’re amazing.”

“Aha, and you haven’t even fucked me yet.” You reply with a laugh as Shouto’s lips meet the valley between your breasts and a low moan of pleasure vibrates through your throat. 

“True,” Shouto agrees as he removes both your underwear and you gasp as the cold air of your room is hit upon your heated sex, and you clasp on your lip to keep yourself from premature orgasm from the sudden temperature change. You watch with hooded eyes as Shouto places a condom on. His dick was stupidly thick and was probably about seven inches, but it still made you excited. You rest on your elbows, a smile on your face as Shouto moves his messy hair out of his eyes. As you stare at his slightly sweaty face covered by strands of different colored hair, your heart just about bursts.

“Make love to me, Shouto,” You say aloud as Shouto stares at you, the condom now in place.

“I plan on it,” He smiles and he grabs your ankle, pulling you closer to him, and you shriek with laughter until his lips engulf your sounds. “Are you ready?” Shouto asks as he teases your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“Whenever you are,” You whisper into his neck, preparing for the initial pain.

You let out a cry of pleasure and pain as he slowly enters you, and you pant heavily trying to contain your tears as he manages to push all the way in. Your eyes clench as you bit your lip, your head buried into his neck.

“Are you o-okay?” Shouto stutters very clearly still adjusting to having his dick in you.

“Yeah, just no lube, and you’re impressive, and I’m t-tiny.” You manage to sigh out and eventually you collapse onto the bed, looking up at Shouto who seems to be concentrating hard.

“You’re just super t-tight.” Shouto gasps as you wrap a leg around his waist.

“If you can last long intoxicated, you can manage now.” You tease slightly as you wince at the fullness of having a dick within you again. Damn, having sex while intoxicated was a whole other experience.

“O-Okay, you okay now?”

You nod your head and Shouto moves his hips back, and slowly almost painfully slow, returns them to the original position, and even with the smallest movement, a lewd moan escapes your lips. Shouto continues going in and out, his hips slowly moving while you start to meet him with every thrust.

Whispers of encouragement escape both your lips as his slow pounding in you continues.

Shouto picks up your legs so that they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he comes to lean over you. At the new angle, your head is thrown backward, and you let out a string of soft curses. “Yes, baby, that feels so good.” You cried out in encouragement as you bit down on your lip harshly.

Your lips are soon sought after by Shouto’s as sheen layers of sweat cover both your bodies as the consistent moving of both your hips never falters.

Shouto’s pace never truly gets overwhelmingly fast, but soon you can hear the sounds of your bed hitting the wall, and a cry escapes your lips as Shouto’s finger grazes your clit.

“Say my name…” Shouto grunts as he presses harder on your clit and you can feel the coil within you getting tighter, but at the moment all you can give is wordless cries, “Say it, y/n.”

“Shou-Shouto!” You scream out as you shake with an overwhelming need to climax, but Shouto’s finger leaves your clit and goes to keep your hands above your head.

“Are you e-enjoying this?” Shouto teases as he slams into you at full force again, “Are you feeling good?”

“Oh my god, yes Shouto I’m feeling gOOD!” Your voice shrieks as his hands leave your wrist to gently pinch your nipple and clit. You go speechless and your mind spins as he pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, and all you can do is gasp as the new position lets you see the stars.

“I'm going to cum,” Shouto gasps, and you pathetically nod your head in agreement as you pull him in for a kiss.

You can feel Shouto’s consistent pace get faster, his hips buck into you at a speed he hadn’t dared to reach at this time. “C-Cum, Shouto.” You gasp as his thrusts are getting sloppier, and a grunt leaves his lips and you know he’s done, but he knows you’re not.

Despite cumming, his dick is still hard and still buried in you, “Let’s finish you up?” Shouto asks as he doesn’t wait for your agreement as his finger is now pushing on your clit hard enough to send your toes curling, and you scream out his name as the coil in you tightens further and the flame in you scorches you from the inside out.

“Come on, y/n, cum for me please,” Shouto begs in your ear. You can feel yourself spiraling as your vision keeps going dizzy as Shouto presses open mouth kisses down your neck, his hips relentlessly pounding into you as you fail to keep up, his fingers dancing against your clit, and a noiseless scream leaves your mouth.

You came, and your entire body feels like it is being electrocuted as Shouto slowly pulls out and collapses next to you. “Oh fuck,” You moan having finally gained your voice back, and you look over at Shouto who is just grinning at you. “What?”

“You’re beautiful when you climax.”

“Shut up.” You grumble embarrassed as you cover your face with a pillow.

“Does this mean I can fuck you without being drunk now?” Shouto asks playfully as he wraps an arm around you.

“Well you did confess, and I did accept it…” You ponder as you look at him again, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But I might give up sex for a year.”

“Hm, that’s true.” Shouto agrees as he gently kisses you back.

A smirk comes on your face as you come up with an idea, “Well, you can always convince me otherwise…” Shouto pulls away from the kiss, looking at you suspiciously.

“How?”

You roll out of bed, wincing slightly at your soreness from having sex, but go to your closet and pull out two things. “Comply.”

You show him a blindfold and a binding rope, and he smirks, “Only because I want to see you on top.”

“Oh baby, you’re not gonna be seeing anything.” You respond as you tie up his hands to the bed frame, and Shouto looks at you a bit worriedly as you kiss him softly, “Don’t worry, I always play fair.” You whisper as you slip the blindfold over his eyes and step back.

“Y-Y/n?” Shouto stutters as you giggle pressing a gentle kiss to his torso, his body reacting entirely to the small touch.

“This will be fun.” You say as your fingers trace down his muscular frame and stop inches from the base of his dick.

hehe hehe, end! this was really a blessing to write and i enjoyed it sososo much! and i personally am a slut for in denial lovers, like yum, give me more!!! and of course, to give you the reason why the title of this series is called And They Were Roommates was because of the vine, so enjoy the bonus :D

bonus!

“Wait, who the fuck is Todoroki dating?!” Kirishima exclaimed as he sat with the six girls and a few guys as they gossiped about the two of you.

“Y/l/n y/n, she’s the new girl who's starting over with you, Uraraka-chan and Tsu tomorrow!” Hagakure explains for the millionth times.

“And they were roommates?!” Kaminari cried out feeling overwhelmed.

“Oh my god, they were roommates!” Mina exasperated as she rolled her eyes. “Get with it, or get out!”

[silverarmedassassin]

Day Six: A Christmas Date

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (College AU) Word Count: 4269 - sorry this one kind of got away from me whoops Summary: Bucky is desperate to find a date for his fraternity's Christmas party. You happen to stumble into the conversation at the wrong time. Or is it? 

A/N: And we’re back! I’ve had a really rough past couple of days and couldn’t get any writing done, so I’m going to be playing catch up for the next few days. I hope to have days 7, 8 and 9 all out by tomorrow evening, but we’ll see. I have tomorrow off so I’ll have plenty of time to write and edit what I already have written! Enjoy! 

2019 Christmas Masterlist 

“Come on Stevie. Peggy has to have at least one cute single friend she can hook me up with!”

Steve looks over the top of the espresso machine he’s working with and glares at Bucky. His best friend is currently sulking over his coffee at the pick-up counter as he complains about this week’s girl issues. “Buck, I’m working.”

“But Dot’s gonna be there with her new boyfriend! If I show up alone, I’m gonna look like a total loser!”

“You’re going to look like a loser no matter what you do,” your voice chimes in as you walk up next to Bucky at the counter. You smile at Steve as he starts to prepare your usual order, and Bucky grumbles into his coffee. “What’s this one crying about now?”

“His fraternity is hosting a Christmas party and he doesn’t have a date. Word is Dottie’s gonna be there and Bucky’s freaking out.”

“Ahh,” you hum as you lean on your elbows and look towards Bucky. “What happened to the girl - was it Misty? - that’s been hanging around the past few weeks?

He glares at you as he straightens up. “It was Mandy. And we wanted...different things.”

“Oh, so she wanted something serious and you just wanted to get your dick wet?”

Bucky nearly chokes on his coffee, and you’re sure you’re going to have to call an ambulance on Steve for how hard he’s laughing. You can’t help but chuckle yourself as he leans over the counter to fist bump you between his wheezing.

“You know Buck,” Steve says as he attempts to steady himself, “you should take Y/N!”

“What!?” you and Bucky exclaim at the same time. Bucky in a panic and you shocked that Steve would even drag you into the situation.

“Yea! She knows you’re a terrible date, and she can put up with your shit. Plus, there’d be no,” Steve wiggles his eyebrows then, “expectations at the end of the night. And she’s the only one in the group that’s single.”

You scoff and cross your arms. “What about Carol? She’s not seeing anyone.”

“Everyone knows Carol is gay. It’d be too unbelievable.” Steve shrugs his shoulders like his suggestion is the obvious answer.

Bucky was quiet throughout the entire exchange while he fought his own internal battle. On one hand, he’d been considering asking you to be his date. Not out of desperation, but because he truly wanted to spend time with you, show you off not just to Dot, but to everyone.

But on the other hand, the sensible, realistic hand, he knew you’d laugh in his face if he’d ask you. Not that you were cruel, it was just that your friendship hadn’t always been as carefree and easy as it was now. Plus, he didn’t want to use you of all people to rub in Dot’s face.

The party was in less than eight hours, however, and he was getting a little bit desperate. Maybe Steve bringing up the date could really save him.

Fuck it, Bucky thinks to himself, I’m just gonna ask her.

“Yea! Come on, Y/N, be my date!” He puts on his best pouty face and bats his ridiculously long eyelashes at you. “Pleeeeease? Can’t you pretend you don’t hate me for just one night? I’ll buy you your coffee for an entire week straight. Please!”

“Okay! Okay, okay, you’re making a scene,” you shush Bucky as his pleas grow louder, drawing the attention of those sitting closest to the counter. “I’ll go with you, just stop!”

Bucky stops pouting and gives you an exasperated look. “Wait, really? You’ll really go with me?” He tries not to let the excitement seep through his tone.

You shrug nonchalantly. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to a good party. Plus, I’m never going to pass up free alcohol.”

Bucky bites his lip in an attempt to hold back a smile, but his excitement is too much to contain. “Yes!” he says as he punches the air. “You don’t know how much you’re saving my ass, really I-”

He’s cut off when his phone starts to vibrate. Pulling it out of his pocket, he looks back to you and Steve. “Listen, I gotta run,” he says as he starts backing up towards the front door. “I’ll pick you up at your place at 5:30, okay?”

Before you can respond, Bucky is planting a chaste kiss to the side of your head and running out of the coffee shop. You sigh as you lean back and watch him through the shop’s windows.

“You know, if you could just keep it in his pants for more than a day, maybe he could find someone to commit it.”

Steve slides your drink over the counter towards you as his best friend disappears down the street towards campus. “Yea,” he says, turning his gaze on the back of your head. “But I think the girl he’s really interested in is too far out of reach for him.”

You turn and grab your coffee and shrug. “I better get going too. You have a job to do and I have a dress to go buy! Thanks, Stevie!”

You wave as you make your way towards the front door, and Steve just shakes his head. “They’re such idiots,” he says under his breath before turning his attention back to his work.

When 5:20 p.m. rolls around, you’re standing in front of the mirror in your room, twirling side to side so that you can examine your dark purple, crushed velvet dress. The skirt, as your roommate Natasha described it, is a nice flirty length, falling midthigh. Although not too revealing, the dress still revealed enough skin on top to be a little hazardous. With the neckline scooping to just above the valley of your breasts, and the back going down just as far, you felt

“Are you sure this is okay?” you ask as you examine your backside again.

Natasha, who is sprawled out on your bed, sighs and looks up from her chemistry textbook for the fifteenth time in as many minutes. “I told you, it’s perfect. You’re going to have every guy at that party begging on their knees for your attention.”

You make eye contact through the mirror but quickly avert your gaze. “Yeah, but what will Buc-”

“What will Bucky what?” Natasha interrupts you as she sits up fully. “It’s just Bucky. Since when does his opinion on what you do or wear matter?”

You bite your lip. She’s right, it is just Bucky. But that was the problem. You’re not sure when just Bucky started causing your stomach to do somersaults and your heart feel like it was going to explode in your chest.

It’s not like you hadn’t known Bucky for almost three years. It’s not like you had fallen for his devilishly handsome looks the moment he stepped foot into your freshman English class. Or his ridiculous charm when you accidentally ran into him in the dorm hallway one morning when you were running late for class. 

And it’s not like you’ve spent the last four years burying those feelings under every ounce of willpower you had. No, it’s just Bucky and his opinion doesn’t matter at all. 

Except it does.

A knock on your front door draws you from your thoughts and does nothing to calm the cage of butterflies that had been released in your tummy the second you’d agreed to go to this party.

Natasha jumps off the bed and out into the living room. “Coming!” she sing-songs as she makes her way to the front door. “What a gentleman, coming to meet the parents before he takes ya on a date.”

“Nat” you grumble as you grab your bag and phone from your dresser. With one final look in the mirror, you sigh and turn off the light. Here goes nothing.

As you emerge from the hall, Natasha has already ushered Bucky into the apartment. Your steps falter a little when you catch a glimpse of him. He’s wearing your favorite red Henley and dark jeans combo with his worn leather jacket thrown over the top.  

He catches your movement out of the corner of his eye and turns to look at you. A shy smile creeps across his face as he tunes whatever Natasha had been talking about with him out. She picks up on this, because she turns to look at you too.

“Oh goody!” she claps before pulling her phone from her back pocket. “Get together kids, I need to document this moment! It’s like you’re going to prom!”

“Nat,” you hiss as you make your way towards the door.

“Just one picture. We need to document the one and only time James Barnes has clean hair and looks like a right gentleman!”

One picture turns into five different staged photos, and before you know it Bucky is pulling at your arm to get you out the door. “I’m sorry Tasha, but we really have to go!”

“Be safe, kids! Use protection! I don’t any any grandbabies yet!!” Natasha calls after you, wheezing as she does so. You were going to kill her when you get home tonight.

You take a deep breath as Bucky pulls up in front of the massive fraternity house. The white colonial-style home, complete with columns and a beautiful front porch, was far too nice for a group of college-aged men to living, breaking and...doing god knows what.

“Nervous?” Bucky asks from the driver’s seat. He doesn’t dare rip his gaze from the line of cars in front of his.

“No,” you say far too quickly to be convincing. Why the hell were you so nervous?! “Are you?”

Bucky shrugs then and unbuckles his seatbelt. “First time seeing Dot since the breakup. It’s not my idea of a great party.” He turns to look at you then, a soft smile playing on his face. “But I’ve got a beautiful date to make me feel a little better.”

You roll your eyes and unbuckle your own belt. “Shut up,” you grumble as you shove the car door open. It’s like he knew exactly what to say to get under your skin and right to the butterflies.

Before you can even make it out of the car, Bucky is around to your side holding the door like the gentleman he isn’t. He sheepishly smiles when you give him a look and shrugs it off.

“Gotta make it look believable,” he says with a laugh.

As the two of you make your way to the front door, Bucky is stopped by a few of the guys. Fortunately, you know most of them since your group of friends spends a decent amount of time together, so no introductions are needed. A few of them do, however, side-eye you for a moment before patting Bucky on the back in a congratulatory manner. You try to brush it off as guys just being guys.

When you finally reach the far-too-grand front door, complete with an old-fashioned knocker, Bucky stops.

“Are you okay with me touching you?” he asks shyly.

“What?!”

“Not like...Y/N! I mean like, holding your hand, and dancing. You know, like boyfriend things.”

Please, you yell inside your head. Outwardly, you keep your calm.

“Get enough alcohol in me,” you say as you pat his scruffy cheek, “you can do whatever you’d like.”

If you’re going to make it believable, you might as well embrace the part, right?

Bucky practically chokes on his own tongue. “Right. Uh, shall we?” he says as he motions towards the door.

He guides you through the foyer and into the main room of the house where bodies were spilling out into the hall and into the smaller library and sitting rooms, hand firmly planted on your lower back. It seems like every other person you pass wants his attention, but he’s focused on getting the two of you into the heart of the party, probably to camouflage himself so Dot wouldn’t spot him.

“Hey. Bucky!” Christopher, who you know as the fraternity’s president, waves at Bucky from around a box of store-bought chicken. “I know you helped all day, but can you give me a hand with the rest of the food? It just got delivered.”

Bucky looks between you and Chris and sighs. “I’m really sorry,” he starts, shoulder dropping in defeat knowing he can’t possibly say no. He is one of the biggest and strongest of the brothers and was used to getting called upon to do the heavy lifting around the house.

“It’s fine,” you say waving him off. “I’m going to get a drink. Want your usual?”

He smiles at this and nods. “I’ll be back in five, promise!”

You watch him jog out the door Chris had just emerged from, and you turn to make your way to the kitchen. It was quieter, not as many bodies lingering around, so you decide you’ll camp out in there until Bucky comes back.

You’re just grabbing a beer for Bucky and wine cooler for yourself when a familiar voice calls your name.

“It is you!” Dot says when you turn around to see who was beckoning you. She hurries over and gives you a tight squeeze like it hadn’t been three months since she broke the heart of one of your best friends. Like she hadn’t destroyed the one person who’s happiness sometimes meant more to you than your own.

Taking one look at her, you suddenly feel very self-conscious. She’s an absolute vision in a deep evergreen dress that falls just above her knee. One thing you’d always loved about Dot was her effortless, vintage style. The dress screamed the 1940s and was something that would have made you look like you were in costume.

Her red hair was curled to perfection and framed her striking features perfectly. You were silly to think that Bucky would ever feel anything towards you when he had dated her for nearly four years. The encounter had you second-guessing why you’d even agreed to come to this party in the first place.

“How have you been? I miss seeing your smiling face every day!” Dot says cheerfully. In her typical energetic way, she doesn’t give you time to respond. “You look beautiful by the way! That color really suits you!”

“Not as beautiful as you,” a man you don’t recognize says as he walks up and wraps his arms around Dot’s middle.

“Oh hush,” she giggles as she leans into the kiss he plants on the side of her head. You shift your weight from side-to-side, uncomfortable with the exchange in front of you. It must catch Dot’s attention because she snaps out of the love bubble she had been in and looks back to you.

“Oh! I’m so rude! Y/N, this is Danny. Danny, Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Danny says as he extends one hand away from Dot to shake yours. You give a tight smile and return the gesture.

“Y/N and I ran in the same group for a while at the beginning of college. But, you know, life got in the way. It’s so nice to see you, though! I don’t think I ever saw you at one of these parties back when...” she just shrugs and decides not to finish the thought.

“Things change, I guess,” you awkwardly laugh.

Before things can get any more awkward, Bucky comes in through the door calling your name. He doesn’t see Dot and Danny at first, and so bounds over to you in two quick strides before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I guess they do,” Dot says as she watches Bucky pull you closer into his side.

You want to preen at the obvious change in tone, an almost bitterness lacing her words now, but you know it’s just for show and she has nothing to actually be bitter about. This is the exact reason Bucky had even wanted you to come with him, and at least for his sake, it was working. Without thinking, you wrap an arm around his solid, broad middle.

“Dot!” Bucky exclaims in his smooth, confident tone you’d come to love. Bucky was nothing if not confident with the ladies, which is why he had a new one almost every week since the duo had broken up. He was also a great actor. You know for a fact that this confidence was just a front. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Surprise,” she says, pulling Danny’s arms a little tighter around her middle. Her gaze lingers on Bucky’s fingers as they start absentmindedly tracing shapes along your velvet-sleeved arm. “I didn’t know you two were...together.”

You can feel the rumble in his chest as he laughs. “Surprise!”

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a dull knife. You look up at Danny who is glancing back and forth between Bucky and Dot, obviously not knowing what was going on. Unable to stand the awkward tension, you pat Bucky’s side gently to gain his attention.

“I’m, uh, gonna run to the restroom. Come find me when you’re done in here?”

Bucky glances at you and swallows hard. His eyes are pleading you to stay, but there’s nothing you can do to remedy the situation. Just like you’d told him on the way over, if he ever really wanted to let this go, he was going to have to talk to her sooner or later.

You take pity on him though and lean up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be gone for just a few,” you whisper before releasing your grip on him and making towards the hallway.

When you emerge from the bathroom three minutes later, you can hear yelling over the music. As you make your way back towards the kitchen, you come to find that it was Bucky and Dot who was the source of the commotion.

Everyone has cleared out of the kitchen now, including Danny, so you choose to stay away. Deciding you’d rather not hang awkwardly around waiting for Bucky, and not feeling like striking up a conversation with anyone you know, you head out to the front porch. Luckily the weather has been mild this year, so you won’t freeze while you wait for Bucky to come to find you.

Ten minutes went by, then twenty, and you start getting a little antsy. There’s no way he was still in there talking with Dottie.

Despite the faux-date, you had been hoping to spend some time with Bucky. You thought that since he’d asked, begged you to come with that he would at least keep you on his arm while he made his rounds. But it was starting to look like that was not going to happen.

You check the time again and sigh, deciding that you’ll just call Natasha or even Clint to come to pick you up. You didn’t feel like wandering around the party by yourself, and you didn’t want to ask Bucky to leave in the middle just to take you home.

You shoot a quick text to Bucky to let him know what was going on, told him you weren’t feeling well and Natasha was coming to pick you up. It wasn’t completely a lie, just not the whole truth either. You call Nat and luckily she’s in the middle of a study break and agrees to come to get you in fifteen.

You wait for a text from Bucky, hoping it would be him telling you not to go, but it never comes. So when Natasha pulls up, you decide to leave the party, and hopefully your feelings for Bucky behind.

You’re awoken at 3:30 a.m. by your phone buzzing. You pointedly ignore it and turn over and try to go back to sleep. As soon as the call ends, another comes in immediately. You huff and roll back over, angrily yanking the phone from its place on your nightstand. Bucky Boy the caller id reads.

Before your tired brain can process what’s going on, the call ends and another immediately starts back up. “Hello?” you rasp into the phone, throat dry with disuse.

“Y/N!” Bucky slurs into the phone, obviously drunk. It startles you for a moment before you remember that he doesn’t need to drive anywhere since he lives at the frat house. “You left me at the party.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh, definitely not wanting to have this discussion with drunk Bucky, let alone sober Bucky. “I wasn’t feeling well so I came home.”

“But you looked so pretty and I didn’t even getta tell ya. I didn’t even getta dance with you!” You can hear him pouting through the phone and you can’t help but give a silent laugh.

“Buck, you’re drunk. Go to sleep.”

“No!” he shouts defiantly like a child. “Ya gotta listen to me, Y/N. Dottie...Dot, she tried to tell me that I didn’t really like you, that she could see through our facade. At first I got real mad, because that’s not what wasna sposed to happen. She was supposed to see us together, because it’s us, and get real jealous.

“But ya know what, Y/N, she was always jealous of you. ‘Cause you’re smart and caring, and funny and nice, and,” he stops to hiccup then. “And you’re jus so beautiful, ya know? She should be jealous of you because she’s not you and you’re you, ya know? And I know you’re gonna try and tell me I’m jus saying this ‘cause I’m drunk, but I’m not!”

Your head starts to spin a little as he continues talking. Every other word is slurred worse than before, which helps remind you of the fact that, yes, he is just saying this because he’s drunk. He’s drunk and upset about Dot so he’s projecting. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

“Ya know, I still remember that first day in English. I stumbled in half asleep and late and the seat next to you was the first one I saw. I hated it because it was in the front - I mean come on Y/N, who sits in the front of the classroom! - and vowed to never sit there again, but I did. I did every day for the rest of the semester and I’m so glad I did.

“You know why Dot doesn’t like you? Because I think she figured it all out before me. She broke up with me because she knew she wasn’t ever gonna live up to you. And I hate myself for only being able to tell you this while I’m drunk, but please, in the morning, make me say it again, okay? Because I like you and I think the feeling is mutual, but I’ve always been too scared to say something.

“And then stupid Dot came along and she was safe. I couldn’t ruin a friendship if there wasn’t one to begin with, so I settled. But I don’t wanna settle anymore, okay? So make me tell ya all of this again in the morning ‘cause I need to. You need to know.”

Tears start to drop down onto your cheeks, leaving salty trails as they do so. You’re not sure what to say, so you sit there and let him ramble on. You’d dreamt about this moment countless times before, Bucky confessing his feelings to you, but you never thought it would happen like this. Not when you’re half-awake with terrible bedhead and with Bucky three sheets to the wind. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but you’ll take it.

Bucky’s quiet a little too long then, and you can hear his breathing over the phone as slowed a little. “Bucky?” you ask quietly into the speaker, but you’re met with only his soft breaths. He must have fallen asleep. Good. A sniffle a little before letting out a deep breath. “Good night, Buck. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

In the morning. Hopefully, in the morning everything he had just confessed to you would still stand true. That you would be able to confess your own feelings and something good could finally come from it.

You hang up and shoot him a quick text before you can second guess it. Returning your phone to its charger on the nightstand, you roll over and feel the butterflies come back. In the morning.

You: Hey Buck. Drunk you had some interesting things to say tonight. He wanted me to make sober you retell me everything in the morning, so I’m holding you to it. How about breakfast? We can make it a date. A real one this time. 

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Alpha! Paramedic Levi. Omega! Dancer Eren

"Come on, shorty! You never know, the omega of your dreams could lie just inside!" Rolling his eyes, Levi struggled to free himself from fake feather boa Hanji was wrapping around his shoulders. He'd been perfectly happy drinking at their usual spot. They hadn't needed to start this pub crawl. They hadn't needed to torture the innocent pub goers with Hanji's drunken shouting. When they'd left the bar, he'd hoped they were finally heading back to the hotel... instead, Hanji had hung out the limo until she saw the strip club... "How the fuck you got Moblit to marry you, I have no fucking idea" Cackling mischievously, Levi was propelled through the doorway. Why the fuck did he have to be on Hanji sitting duty? He might be gay, but he'd never had the urge to enter a strip club, let alone a strip club with Hanji, her big fat mouth, and the rest of her bridal party. Forced to sit in a booth that left his skin crawling, Levi doubted any omega worth his time would be slumming in a place like this. Reaching across the table, Hanji used her pointer fingers to push up the corners of his mouth "Lighten up! You're so grumpy!" Slapping her away, he tried his hardest to find something to bullshit out "I'm not grump, this place is just..." He cast an eye around the dark space. Other than the low lights behind the bar, and the small tacky fairy lights over the booths, the miah source of light was a rather sad looking stage and catwalk. A single male dancing awkwardly around a strippers pole, completely out of time with song over the speakers. Nope. He couldn't come up with a single nice thing to say about the joint, instead he could feel himself smearing as Hanji snorted "Calm down. Just because Romeo hasn't appeared yet, doesn't mean he won't" "Hanji, you do know how that ended right?" "We need more tequila, you've still got too many brain cells! Mark my words Levi, I will find you the omega of your dreams!" "I'll take a cleaner bar. Preferably without the mysterious stains and... what the fuck is that scent?" Placing her hand on his arm, Petra giggled "You're right Hanji! He's way too sober!" "I know right! Make sure he doesn't run away, I'll organise the drinks" If he could have run, he would. Hanji slid past her friend Rico, yelling to man behind the bar they needed drink. Covering his face, he really wished he'd run. Now he was stuck... trapped. With Petra fluttering her eyelashes at him. The tiny strawberry blonde woman didn't understand that he was gay, not even after 6 years of knowing him. There'd been a time when they hadn't spoken after she'd stubbornly questioned "How can you know you're gay, if you've never been with a woman?". This was followed up by the great "Can't you just try to be straight?" incident. It took Hanji playing peacekeeper and unavoidable circumstances at work for them to finally speak again. Their "friendship" strained since, and if not for Moblit begging him to make sure Hanji didn't pass out in a ditch, he wouldn't even have been out. He should be home, with his cat, a nice cup of Earl Grey, and a good book. He was a simple man, who valued simple things "Levi, are you listening?" Sighing, Levi looked to Petra "You weren't, were you? I was asking if you knew what the time was" "Isn't that what you have a phone for?" "Its flat silly, and you've got a watch on" Turning his left wrist, he looked down at the dial "It's a little after 9" How the fuck was it so early? After working all day, he was ready for sleep even before they'd headed out. It seemed like some cosmic insult that it was still stupidly early. Saved from replying by Hanji's return, he was helping himself to a shot as a rather loud group of alphas entered the club, who made it their immediate goal to harass the barkeeper who'd just been freed from Hanji's ramblings "You don't think they're going to cause any trouble, do you?" "It's fiiiiiine, Petra. Besides, it's not like Levi wouldn't step in and save us" Winking, Hanji downed her shot "You're on your own" "But Levi, I'm getting married! I can't rock up with a black eye" "Why not? I'm sure Moblit's going to expect some kind of injury" "You're an arsehole. Hurry up and start drinking already" Downing his own shot, he winced as the tequila burned. He hated the shit, and hated Hanji for forcing it upon him. It was about an hour later that things began to pick up. A tall blonde coming to the stage to announce it was time to "Get this party started". Having progressed from shots, Levi was nursing his cocktail. Petra was drunk enough that she was laughing at everything, while Rico and Nanaba where both chatting away with Hanji about her upcoming nuptials. This left his to his own thoughts, and to continue planning his escape route once Petra finally moved. The second the woman decided she needed the bathroom, he was going to make a run for it. Even if it meant hanging out the front of the establishment like a creep, until Hanji had had her fill of fun. The way the alphas were all crowding around the cat work, he doubted any of them would pick a fight with him. He wasn't an omega and he wasn't getting between them and one. Taking a sip from the blue concoction, he looked up as the catwalk lights dimmed and fake drumroll played. Hanji let out a squeel, turning in her seat to get a better view as if something exciting was about to happen. As the lights shifted from blue to yellow, the stage lit up and Levi choked on his drink. Ok. He had to admit the guy who'd just appeared on the stage was hot. Wearing a pair of angle wings and gold booty-shorts, every line of his perfect sunkissed skin was on display "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give it up for Angel!" With a sultry smile, "Angel" blew a kiss to the crowd, before walking confidently towards the pole at the end of the catwalk. Fuck... He might be a famous "Ice Queen", but staring up at "Angel" he was only human. His mind jumping to how nice it would be to be buried between those long tanned legs... nope. He wasn't going there... nor was staring at the man's face and wondering what the moans falling from between those pouty pink lips would sound like. Hypnotised by "Angel", it suddenly occurred to him that the man was omega. The confidence of his moves, and his tall frame were hardly omega like, but the way the alphas were staring at him like he bitch in heat... he had to be an omega "Levi! Oh my gosh! Look how red you are, do you like him?" Levi scoffed "No. I'm watching those alphas. Who do you think's going to throw the first punch?" "Oh! Ummm..." He'd only just brought up the notion as a small commotion broke out, one alpha shoving another, causing a third to glare. Ending his routine, the omega went to make a break for it, only for two alphas to reach up and grab him. Falling badly, Levi winced as chairs and table were sent scraping. Security rushing over to the fight as the alphas began to move away from where the omega had fallen "Do you think he's alright? Should we check?" "Reiner! We need an ambulance..." Pushing Petra out the booth, the woman grumbled as Levi strode towards the scene, Hanji right beside him. Stopped by the barkeeper, Levi craned around the man to try and catch a glimpse of the omega. He could already smell the blood in the air, the guy had to be hurting "Sir, ma'am, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to go back to your seats..." "We're doctor's. You called for ambulance, well, we'll take a look at him while we wait for it" The barkeeper looked Hanji up and down, before looking to him "I'm a paramedic. She's the doctor" "Uh..." Looking around, the barkeeper nodded "Help him out. Zeke will have loose his shit if something happens to him" Kissing the man on the cheek, Hanji brushed past like it was nothing. Swapping to professional mode as they both finally laid eyes on the bleeding omega. Curled in on himself, there was a nasty gash to his head, while part of a glass has embedded in his left side from his fall. Levi felt like he'd been struck, his alpha enraged at the sight of a hurt omega. Even with the suppressants he took, he was still filled with the urge to help the kid out. Up close, it looked like the kid was still a teen "Levi, take his vitals for me. I need to check his chest" Moving the kid onto his back, bright green eyes blinked at him as if shocked "Hey cutie. I'm Hanji, can you tell me your name?" "E-Eren" Eren's eyes stayed locked on his "That's Levi. Don't worry, he's nowhere near as scary as he looks" "He looks constipated" Hanji snorted, while it was Levi's turn to blink in shock. He definitely wasn't expecting the kid to be so spirited, not with a fucking glass embedded in him "Oh Eren. You've just made my night" "How does it look?" "He's going to need surgery. I was hoping most of the glass had broken on impact, and that was why the bottom was flush to his skin... Eren, you're being very brave" He knew Hanji's false soothing too well. Peaking over, he sighed to himself. Hanji was right. A good portion of the glass was imbedded in Eren. The napkins Hanji had pressed against the wound site already red with the omega's blood. Coughing, small traces of blood appeared at the edges of Eren's lips "How long until that ambulance arrives?!" Yelling the question, Eren flinched at his tone "They're 10 minutes out!" Rico must have called in to find out for them. Hanji smiled wider, again, not a good sign "Hear that, help's on their way" Eren nodded, his eyes wandering back to looking at Levi "I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away" "Oh my god! Eren, you're too funny. Levi, I think he's flirting with you" "He hit his head, he's disoriented" "Do you have a map? I'm lost in your eyes" Hanji covered her mouth as she giggled, Levi's face reddening over Eren's attention "Calm down shitty brat. You're going to be fine" "I'm not a serial killer, but I'd like to take a stab at you" Moving her hand to fan her face, Hanji was loving every second of this "He's... he's like your soulmate!" The words forced out as her laughter grew "Shut up. He's probably just reacting because I'm an alpha" "But Levi..." Coughing wetly, Eren tried to struggle up "We need to roll him" "Got it" Eren's hand found his as he laid in the recovery position. The napkins had been replaced by a tea towel brought over by the barkeeper. Staring down at the brat, Levi swallowed hard. He couldn't deny he didn't feel some attraction to Eren, but it was foolish to even think anything would ever be there. It was obvious from the environment Eren worked in that the kid hadn't had the best of lives, and there was no way an omega like him wouldn't have an alpha. So why did his thoughts have to be filled with Eren? Why was he trying to memorise everything about the kid he'd just met? With his fingers against Eren's wrist, he tried to look like he was in charge and professional... and not having some kind of mid-life crisis over a perfect stranger "How's his pulse?" "Higher than I would have expected" "I can hear the sirens, do you know who's on tonight?" "It should be Gunther and Eld. Who's on in the ER?" "Mike" Eren would be in good hands... just not his hands "He'll be alright" "What?" "You're staring at him" "Oh... my mind was elsewhere" "Like in bed with a certain angel?" "You're not funny" "I'm hilarious. You should appreciate me more" "For dragging me into a strip club?" "Yep. Is he still conscious?" Looking up, Eren looked down at him "Yep. Conscious and Alert" "I guess I need to behave" "That would make a first" Eren coughed as he laughed weakly "Even the brat agrees" "Not brat... Eren" "It's ok, sweetheart. Levi is an oooold friend of mine. He's actually a sweetie, despite his foul mouth" "And Hanji here is a lunatic. Never believe anything she says" Eren laughed again, the pair glaring at each other over it. Cursing softly, Levi looked to find tears in Eren's eyes "You'll be fine" "My brother's going to be so mad" "Nah. He's going to be happy that you're ok" There was something in Eren's words that had Levi frowning. His mind was starting to make leaps when Eld and Gunther arrived. Making space, Hanji filled the pair in while Levi found himself being towed away by the barkeeper and outside to where the police had just arrived. Caught up giving this statement, he didn't even see Eren being taken away, only being informed by Petra after the fact. With the night ruined, Levi returned to his apartment for the night with a heaviness on his shoulders. He didn't have a shot with Eren, so why did the kid have to be in his head?

[jaybeartodd]

The Darkest of Times Pt. 4 -- Jason Todd x fem. reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Warnings: cursing, violence, implied smut but I don’t write smut sooo yeah

Story tags: @janybaby @luna-san3 @idontlikepamts @tiniowl @nicunt

Permanent tags: @korindrs @alohabucky @sarcasmismyfirstlove @mad-hatter-has-nothing-on-me @russian-potatoes

A/N: As promised :)

You blink back stars as you open the hatch exposing much missed sunlight. The warmth is immediately soaked up and you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face in response. Your energy is quickly revitalized and you shake out stiff muscles as you walk over the grass. Throwing your hood over your head, you make your way into the city with only a knife strapped to your thigh and, after much deliberation, Jay’s phone hidden in your boot.

You figured the best time to walk into The Iceberg Lounge would be during the day. Highly doubtful it is even close to being safe but safer at least. You stick close to buildings being careful not to draw too close to voices. At one point you are certain you hear gunfire and so you quicken your pace. When the club comes into view, you let out a breath of relief. The sign is flickering barely visible in the sunlight and you can hear the bass of the music bursting through the building. 

Your eyes spot a woman dressed in a skintight suit throwing out some ice. The Iceberg Lounge logo shines brightly at her breast making you reason she is a worker. An idea pops into your head. A very risky idea but better than strolling in and demanding answers.

“Excuse me, Miss,” you say stepping out from behind the car you were hiding behind. The woman jumps back in surprise and drops her bucket. She purses her red lips and puts a hand to her chest.

“What do you want?” she hisses. You gulp and gently remove your hood. 

"I will give you $200 to borrow your outfit for an hour,” your propose pulling out a wad of cash. Her eyes brighten and she gives a sly grin.

“Deal.”

You start doing squats trying to stretch the fabric even in the slightest bit but it quickly reforms back as your second skin. 

“You look hot, don’t worry,” the woman says putting on her clothes she wears to and from the bar. You fight the urge to lick your rouged lips that she had insisted on. 

“Thanks,” you murmur and squirm one more time in the suit. You push on the door and with a deep breath you take a step into the lounge. She had snuck you in the back so this is your first encounter with the chaos.

Smoke dusts the upper-half of the room casting a hazy fog over the customers. A stage is lit up with some sultry singer bellowing the blues. A scattered few are lounging at the tables set in front of the stage while others are leaning drunkenly over the bar. You gulp as public menaces you have only seen on TV are right here in front of you and not being punched in the face by Batman. You panic thinking you might have stood there ogling too long to pass as a worker so you grab a tray nearby and muster every bit of courage you own before sauntering into the mass. 

“Hey baby I will take another beer and your ass on my lap,” some complete gentleman coos from behind. You turn around a retort ready at hand when a lady steps in.

“You know the rules, highest payer gets who they want at the end of the night,” a waitress scolds rolling her eyes and slams a beer in front of him. 

“I am a patient man,” he quips with a sanguine grin that makes your blood boil.

“And I am not an impressed woman,” you growl and strut away. Mental note; get the hell out of there before that goes into effect.

Excusing a few ass grabs and lewd comments, you manage to create some kind of understanding on how this place works without trouble. Let the sleuthing begin. Your first focus falls on a pair of guys discussing the ransack of stores you and Anthony frequented. You put down beers at a nearby table listening intently.

“Yeah, we searched it for what the boss was asking for but it had been pretty much cleared out. Then-”

The doors suddenly bust open and you jump spilling the beer. 

You turn your head and your mouth drops open at the sight of your current least favorite gunman. He is clenching his fists looking ready to pummel the nearest poor soul when his gaze falls on you. Now this, this makes him falter and the helmet definitely masks his eyes popping out of his head.

“Knight, what the hell are you doing here? Got tired of getting pummeled by B-” a not-so-wise man sputters as his face is smashed into the bar. Jay takes a seat at the bar as everything pretty much returns to the exact same state it was before he made his grand entrance. 

“Clean this mess up, bitch,” the man you were serving commands. You turn a menacing smile towards him.

“I’m sorry, sir, there’s nothing I can do about that,” you gesture towards his face, “Oh, wait you meant the beer? Of course. Would you like me to wring the contents back into the cup?” You bat your eyelashes for extra measure as his face turns red and the woman sitting with him doubles over in laughter. 

You walk over towards the bar to grab a towel and lock eyes with Jay who is squeezing a glass of beer tightly in his hand. His helmet might conceal his face but the radiating fury is hard to miss especially when directed at you. You wink at him and the glass breaks in his hand. 

The suit is most definitely getting to your head but you can’t help but mess with him after the stunt he pulled. 

You are scrubbing the beer from the floor when you glance up and notice a group of men that weren’t there before that looked oddly familiar. Two of them were in the group that were with Anthony in the footage. You begin to stand up to approach them when two very loud boots stomp their way past you. You glare at Jay as he pulls up a chair at their table. 

“Hey fellas, mind if I join?” he proposes and they all look at him quizzically.

“Um, sure-”

“Let’s skip past the foreplay this one time. Have you guys happened to find that thing you were looking for?”

What the hell is he talking about?

“We are working on it, Knight,” one growls not looking happy with his question. This is definitely the wrong approach at getting information from these men.

“What can I get you boys today?” you chime in flashing a dazzling smile. Jay tenses.

“For you to leave us alone,” he answers lowly. You make a pouty face at him.

“Aww, Knight. Didn’t your momma teach you how to talk to a lady? We would love some beers, sweetheart,” a balding man that looks permanently stuck between being either in his forties or fifties urges.

You plaster on a fake smile and hurry over to the bar to fix their drinks. You are back in lightning speed and interrupt Jay mid-sentence. 

“Here you go,” you sing handing the beers over making sure to brush against one of the guys who you recognize from the video. 

“Could I get you anything else?” you ask innocently. The man you brushed against looks at you wryly and you force your mouth not to throw up but somehow look interested.

“I can think of a few things,” he laughs and you wink before turning away secretly yearning to take five showers. You turn into a dimly lit hallway towards the door that exits into the alley. You wrap your hands around the knife waiting for your plan to take place. The door slams open and as you raise your hand someone knocks the weapon from it in a blur. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?” Jay hisses visibly shaking in rage. 

“What are you doing? You are ruining my plan! I have that guy wrapped around my finger!” you yell and push against his chest. He is panting heavily but you refuse to be intimidated by it. You hear the door start to open and scramble for your knife. 

“Hide, Jay!” you bark and push him behind the dumpster just as Mr. Love Eyes strolls out of the lounge. He gives you a sultry smile and you swallow back the bile rising in your throat.

“And what do I call you, darling?” he attempts to sound sexy but it comes out more like a croak. 

“I don’t know about calling me,” you breathe strutting towards him and he follows your movements completely oblivious, “But you can tell me what you did with my friend.” You back him against the wall with the knife in hand and elbow planted where Jay taught you. His eyes bulge and he becomes red-faced. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” he sputters and you press the knife closer. 

“I am talking about my friend Anthony. He is several inches taller than me, kinda gangly, curly hair, young?” he narrows his eyes.

“Oh, that kid? We ganked him ages ago,” he cackles and you slam him harder against the wall.

“You are lying.”

“Wish I was, sweetheart.”

“No, he is definitely lying because when I asked, he denied remembering him,” Jay testifies as he steps from his hiding spot with his gun held up. You are momentarily distracted and the man tries to take advantage of it. He grabs your wrist and twists it far enough to make you cry out and drop the knife. You stomp on his foot and shove yourself away from him. He takes a step towards you but a shot dangerously close to his head makes him freeze.

“Wouldn’t do that,” Jay cautions slowly making his way towards him. You back away grabbing your knife.

“What do you want with the kid?” Jay interrogates now holding the gun only about a foot from the man’s face.

“Should have known she was your slut, Knight,” he spits. With lightning speed, Jason’s gun cracks him across the face sending blood gushing down the man’s mouth. 

“I am sorry, that doesn’t answer my question. What do you want with the kid?” Jay enunciates and you flinch at the danger in his tone. This is what he sounded like before he killed the guy in the gas station. You wrap your arms around yourself becoming suddenly fearful for the outcome of this. 

“He was there, he knows where it is, Knight! And we are going to get it before you and impress the boss! And it will be us that stands next to him, not you, not anyone else but us-” Jay swipes his hand down smacking him across his face.

“You are a bonafide idiot. Now, where is he?” Jay raises his hands again and the man starts stammering.

“Okay! Okay! He is being held at Two-Face’s place.” Jason sighs and rubs his head. He then turns the gun back towards the man who becomes a blubbering mess.

“J-Knight!” you correct yourself. He turns and you shake your head. He remains stoic with his concentration on your pleading eyes. He growls and resolves on knocking the man unconscious with the butt of his gun You close your eyes sending a small prayer of thanks.

“Well, I guess that was successful at least. Almost makes wearing this worth it,” you crack and Jay unlatches his helmet so that the front comes up like a visor. The infuriated look on his face makes you wish for him to put it back down.

“Get changed and we are leaving,” he instructs coldly. 

“Where are we going?”

“Back to the bunker to make a plan to save your friend and put this nightmare to an end,” he growls and you stare at him confused, “Yes, my first thought was to lock you up and chain you into that damn bunker but I know you and if I don’t take you to get him then you will stroll in by yourself. Obviously!”

You open your mouth to protest but nod in agreement. He has a point. You reach for the door when you hear men shouting and glasses breaking. 

“Scratch that, I-you will have to deal with it for a little longer,” he catches himself and you stare at him curiously as he slams the front part of his helmet back down. He grabs your hand firmly and starts pulling you down the street. 

You weave through the streets, ducking behind corners when you hear voices.

“Jay, why aren’t we getting Anthony now?” you whisper and he shushes you.

“If you want me to not have to shoot people you are going to have to shut up.” You close your mouth irritated. 

You make it back to the bunker with zero people being shot and you finally relax once the door is shut behind you. You hunch over trying to catch your breath. Jay takes of his helmet and you mentally curse him for not even breaking a sweat. He stares at you weirdly and you put your hands on your hips. The situation becomes awkward when neither of you know what to say. 

“Two-Face has his place on security lockdown,” he exclaims after clearing his throat. You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“What?”

“To answer your question, from earlier.” 

“Oh,” you say tightening the tension.

“Y/N, why did you do that? I told you I had it covered,” he drops the anger from his face and you find genuine concern.

“I didn’t think I could rely on you anymore, Jay,” you admit throwing your hands up. He winces and shakes his head. You unwillingly become mesmerized by the white streak that swings loosely.

“I know I have been a Grade A douchebag lately but Y/N,” he turns his blue orbs towards you causing a flutter in your stomach, “that was seriously stupid.”

The attraction quickly turns back into irritation.

“As stupid as busting through the doors of The Iceberg Lounge waving your stupid pistols around demanding answers like some kind of stupid criminal?” you yell and he slams his fist into the wall.

“I did that because I thought you were in danger!”

“Danger? How the hell did you even know I was there?” you scream.

“I tracked your phone! Jeezes Y/N why can’t you fucking see it!” he yells stepping closer. You shake your head thoroughly confused.

“See what?” you gasp as he backs you against a wall and rests a hand next to your head. His face is mere inches from yours and you catch a glimpse of the same pain you witnessed when you almost touched his scar. 

“Why I didn’t return for a week? You got me, Y/N. Just when I finally thought I had my life planned out up until the end. I had a goal and I had a plan and I was going to execute it and fuck everything that comes after it. But I fell so fucking hard, and I thought being away would help but,” he squeezes his eyes shut and bows his head as he fights something internally. It finally clicks and the emotions you had been fighting so hard burst through the dam you had created.

“Jay,” you whisper gently tilting his chin to look back up at you. He opens his eyes to reveal newly stormy pupils and the pieces fall into place .You press your lips gently against his and feel him release a deep sigh.

Your lips remain ghosted over his as you look up at him through hooded eyes. 

“Let me know you want more,” he breathes gruffly.

“Yes,” you say in between breaths and he captures your lips again. His hand comes up and gently grips the back of your head bringing you closer to him. His other hand slides down your side to rest gently on your hip. You hook your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. He moans into your mouth and walks you towards the bed before gently setting you down.

“This is okay?” he asks now out of breath standing over you, your deep red lipstick vaguely smeared on his face. You bite your lip and nod gently. 

He crawls on top and begins greedily kissing you. The past week dissolving into nothing but a buildup to this moment.

[whimzea-blog]

idk something i’ve been thinking about lol...salon owner/stylist James, stylists Grayson and Heath, photographer Ethan, and Youtuber Zane. Featuring Ryan Abe as Ethan’s boyfriend and Tyler Hoechlin as the hot UPS guy

“You brought this on yourself, you know.”

Heath’s responding groan was muffled into his sweatshirt , his face having been buried in it for the past ten minutes. Grayson gave James a dirty look.

“A little sympathy wouldn’t kill you, asshat,” Grayson chastised, and James rolled his eyes. Grayson patted Heath a few times on the head like he was a dog. “It’s okay, Heath. We’ve all been through this.”

“He wouldn’t have to be going through this if he had just listened to me,” James said. He grabbed the broom leaning on his salon chair and started sweeping his station. “I told him it was a bad idea months ago. After the very first time that man came into the salon.”

“It was just supposed to be coffee,” Heath moaned, and Grayson sighed, continuing his head-patting.

“Please, Heath. You’re almost thirty years old. You mean to tell me that you thought you could just have coffee with the one who got away, the love of your life, the man to which all others are compared? Are you dense?” James started sweeping more vigorously.

Heath lifted his head, resting his chin on his arms pathetically. “We broke up years ago.”

“Yeah, but you still have feelings for him. And what do I always tell you? Don’t associate with exes- especially the ones who left a mark,” James replied. “Because it starts out as coffee, but then it’s a few drinks, and then the brown eyes get you under their spell, and BOOM, you’re in the woefully inadequate friends-with-benefits situation you’re in now. And as our goddess Dua Lipa says, ‘If you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him.’”

“I didn’t mean to sleep with him,” Heath said weakly.

“Famous last words,” James said, bending over to sweep hair into a dustpan. When he stood up, he tossed the hair into the garbage and looked at Heath thoughtfully. “In fact, that’s what I might title my memoir. ‘I Didn’t Mean to Sleep with Him’ by James Charles. Available at bookstores near you.”

The salon door jingled and Ethan tumbled through, juggling two trays of Starbucks beverages.

“Took you long enough,” James said, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but the barista only had to go to, like, fucking Narnia to find the last ingredient for your goddamn pink drink,” Ethan growled. He set the drinks on Grayson’s station. “You’re fucking welcome, by the way.”

“Thanks, honey,” James said sweetly, batting his eyelashes. “So good to have you back.” Ethan flipped him off and James smirked, beginning the weekly Saturday afternoon beverage distribution. The salon closed at two on Saturdays, and James had insisted that they have employee bonding time. It was going...well, it was going.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ethan asked, jabbing a thumb towards Heath, who’d retreated back into his sweatshirt.

“Boy problems,” Grayson answered, looking down at Heath sadly. “It’s complicated.”

“When are boy problems not complicated?” Ethan asked, flopping down in Grayson’s chair.

“How would you know? You’ve had the same boyfriend for the past fifty years,” James scoffed.

“It’s been five years, actually, and that doesn’t mean we don’t have problems sometimes,” Ethan pointed out. “I want to know what’s going on with Heath.”

“Do you remember Zane Hijazi, Heath’s old boyfriend?” James asked, and Heath groaned at the name. James ignored him. “The one that Heath said he was going to marry after their first date?”

“Yeah...I think so.  What about him?”

“As you might recall, soon after dumping our poor Heath here, he moved to LA to ‘make it big’ and also have his gay existential crisis. Anyway, now he’s back. He didn’t make it big, but he’s managing to make a living doing YouTube, which is not easy,” James said, flipping idly through the appointment book.

“What happened with the existential crisis?” Ethan asked.

“Well, he pretty much got off the plane and came directly here to ask Heath out to coffee, so I think he made peace with his gay existence. Although he insisted he just wanted to be friends again.”

Ethan winced. “Oh no, I think I see where this is going.”

“Yep. Coffee, then lunch, then dinner, then drinks, and now…” James made a bizarre hand gesture which somehow conveyed his point.

“They’re fucking,” Ethan finished. “Heath’s in friends-with-benefits purgatory with the man of his dreams.”

James nodded. “Bingo.”

“Can we please talk about something else?” Heath asked desperately, finally raising his head. “Any more of this and I’ll take the shears right to my throat.”

“Not in my salon, you won’t,” James warned. “These floors were expensive.”

“Are you and Ryan coming over for dinner tonight?” Grayson asked Ethan brightly, and James snorted at his attempt at changing the subject. “I’m making fajitas.”

“Gray, your cooking has gotten a lot better over the years, but you really need to find someone else to feed,” Ethan said, holding his stomach. “Ryan and I still have leftovers from the last three meals you invited us to.”

“I bet Tyler loves fajitas,” James cut in, and he grinned wickedly when Grayson glared at him.

“Tyler?” Ethan whipped his head around to face Grayson. “Who’s Tyler? Have you been hiding something from me? I’m your twin.”

“Oh my God, Ethan, James is just being obnoxious,” Grayson replied, turning slightly pink. “Tyler’s just the UPS guy who drops stuff off at the shop. I don’t have a secret husband.”

“Just the UPS guy? Sweetheart, you’ve been obsessed with him for months,” James said. “I don’t blame you, though. He’s fucking gorgeous, and those khakis don’t do anything to hide that monster cock.”

Grayson pulled a face, and James waved him off.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” Ethan asked his twin. “I’ve never known you to pass up a good monster cock. Ask him out.”

“He’s straight,” Grayson said, stirring his drink sadly with his straw.

“You don’t know that,” James argued. “We have no evidence for either side.”

“He’s a UPS guy,” Grayson replied irritably.

“And? What, a gay guy can’t work for UPS?” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s stupid.”

“He’s just pouty because he tried to flirt with the guy one time, and when he didn’t take the bait, he just automatically assumed he was straight,” James explained. He turned to his right. “Heath, you’ve seen him. What do you think?”

“Probably straight. Men are all disappointments and misery,” Heath answered dully, staring dejectedly into the creamy expanse of his iced macchiato.

They stared at Heath in silence until he looked up. “What?”

“Ooookay, my dear. You definitely need to go out tonight,” James declared. He pointed at Grayson. “ And so do you. Some cocktails and handsome strangers grinding their sweaty cocks on you will do you both good. It always works for me, anyway.”

“I have plans with Zane toni-”

“Not anymore,” James said, holding up his hand. “You’re done with him. Text him and tell him your plans are off, and that you’re not going to be his fuck buddy.”

“But-”

James raised an eyebrow, and Heath slumped further into his chair. “Okay.”

“Grayson, we’ll meet you at the usual place. Ethan, I assume you’ll have to ask your warden first?”

“He has a name,” Ethan replied drily. “And no, I don’t have to ask. He’s already made plans with his friends tonight, so I’m free.”

“Then it’s settled.” James swiveled in his chair and looked at himself in the mirror. “Grayson, honey, some fix my hair. We don’t have much time.”

[suhotrashanon]

Bite Back Chapter 6: Dreams and Memories

Here we go as promised the next chapter. It’s only 11 pm here so it’s still Sunday so I totally followed my word and posted it this week !! Anyway, none of this would be possible if not for my friends who not only encourage me to write but also helped me edit to make sure I don’t sound like an idiot. Or at least less like one.

@btsbiaslove thank you for reading this train wreck and encouraging me to continue to write it!

And the wonderful @writeiolite she also fixes my stupid.

Honestly with out these two I don’t know where I’d be.

You were exhausted. Did this happen every time they transformed?  You wanted to fall asleep on Kai’s back but the adrenalin of running into Luhan like that was still pumping through your veins. Anxiety began taking over your thoughts. You wanted to hide in a hole and not come out, but all you could do was bury your head into Kai’s back.


“It’s going to be okay Y/N,” Kai starts “We’ll protect you just like you’d undoubtedly protect us if the roles were reversed. We’re a family now, we have your back and you have ours.”

You felt a smile creep across your face as you thought about what Kai had just said. You didn’t think it was possible, but he was right. You knew if the roles were reversed you would be doing everything in your power to protect not only the three males here but all of them in the pack. They were your family and you loved them despite having known them for such a short period of time.

It also reminded you of your brother and that thought made you tighten your grip around Kai further.

“But what about Ethan,” you mumble into his shoulder

“Ethan? Who the hell…” Kai pauses for a moment. “Your brother his names is Ethan isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I just,” your voice begins to crack. “I wish I knew how he was. I want him to know I’m okay.” Tears began to leak from your eyes, dampening Kai’s shirt.

“Don’t cry Y/N,” Xiumin says from behind you.

“We can’t replace Ethan, we know that. But we can sure help make the pain go away,” Chen adds while rubbing soothing circles along your back. You all walk the rest of the way back with only the sounds of your sniffles to play through the dead night.

Soon you were entering the home and seemed to be heading straight to Suho’s room.

“Kai, you guys can’t leave me tonight. Promise me. I don't want to be away from you 3.” You pout to the others.

“We wouldn’t dream of it, Y/N,” Chen coos.

“I had a feeling you’d be feeling that way,” Suho chirps from the center of his unexpectedly empty bed. “I already sent the others away. Sehun was rather pouty and even D.O. seemed annoyed.”

Kai managed to place you down beside Suho. When he tried to get up again, you were still clinging to him. “Where do you think you're going,” you teased.  

“So I can’t go and brush my teeth?” Kai questioned while raising his eyebrows.

“Not unless you are taking me too. Besides I want to brush my teeth too,” you shot back.

“I’m not a horse,” Kai mumbled as he managed to hoist you back up and head towards the bathroom. How you both managed to brush your teeth while Kai still carried you on his back was beyond you. Although you didn’t do as great a job as you thought you had, seeing that you had gotten toothpaste down the front of his shirt.

“Seriously, Y/N,” he grumbled.

All you did was bat your eyelashes and pretend to be innocent. Finally, you both made your way back to Suho’s bed. By this time, Suho had put his book away, and Xiumin had curled up to his one side. Chen was being spooned by Xiumin.

“Xiumin is the big spoon?” you questioned.

“I like being the big spoon,” Xiumin quips out.

“Besides it's nice to have a little Xiumin backpack,” Chen smiled.

You all laughed at Chen’s comment. Kai placed you on the edge of the bed before speaking. “Okay, this time you need to get off Y/N, scooch over to Suho I’ll be right there.”

You pouted but did as Kai asked. As you got closer to Suho. He reached out and pulled you in close. “Xiumin and Chen were just telling me how well you did today.” He began as he squeezed you in tight. He looked up towards Kai. He loosed his grip and his tone of voice became more serious. “I heard there were some external conflicts that arose?”

“Yeah,” Kai sighed as he crawled in beside you, shirtless you noticed. “But we can talk about it in the morning.” He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled in close. “Sorry, Y/N, I also like to be the big spoon.” This seemed to brighten the mood just enough to lull everyone to sleep.

You drifted into your dreamland feeling happy and content. Needless to say, that didn’t last. You came face to face with Kris again. “Hello Y/N, fancy meeting you here.” He smiled while tilting his head.

“Kris when will you just leave me the hell alone?” you questioned through gritted teeth. Turning away you began to walk through the dream like trees. You could hear him skipping after you.

“Why would I leave you alone? You are perfect. I hear from Luhan you have the prettiest fur he’s ever seen and that’s saying something. You should see his: white as snow.”

You feel so fed up at this point. Every night he's there waiting in your dreams for you. In the mornings all if forgotten but as soon as you are asleep it's all that your head is filled with.

“Kris, I don’t know why you seem to think I’m so amazing. You know nothing about me. Just leave me alone. You’ve ruined my life enough.” you try and cut through the trees getting farther away from Kris as you can.

“Only that’s not entirely true Y/N.” He whispers before grabbing your hand and leading you through the trees. When he finally let you go you find yourselves in front of a cabin.

“Where the hell is this place,” you ask. Looking up, you see Kris staring back at you with soft eyes.

“Your family used to stay here over the summers. Every year you’d come back cuter than ever. The last time I saw you, you were seventeen. You’d just broken up with your long time boyfriend and I was secretly happy about it. It had been years since you had talked to me. It was easier when we were kids. You would just say you were going to play with your friend Yifan. Everyone thought I was imaginary. We’d play in the river but I would always run off if I heard someone else coming or if you weren’t alone.”

You could feel the tears welling up. You did remember your shy imaginary friend Yifan. How could you have forgotten?

“All the way until you were 14, that was the year you brought that girl with you.” You could hear a growl come from him. He grabbed your arm and his eyes bore into yours “Why would you do such a silly thing wasn't I enough?” he looked broken. You saw it for the first time: Yifan, your friend, was heartbroken.

“Kris, let go,” you weakly protested.

“NO,” he yelled, crushing you into a hug. “I’m never leaving you again. Why did you bring her? She ruined everything. When you were finally alone I tried to call to you but you never heard me. You were too busy trying to find cell service to call your boyfriend.” You tried to ignore the way his voice cracked as he was obviously crying. You tried to ignore the way your neck felt wet from his tears.

“Kris I-” you took a deep breath, “Yifan.”

You could hear him hold his breath. “Say it again,” he pleaded.

“Yifan,” you croaked out before continuing. “I’m sorry. After that summer when I was 13, my mom told me it was time to let my imaginary friend go. She said she’d even let me bring a friend with me next time. I was so excited that it became easier to think of you as an imaginary friend and...” You tried to continue speaking but Kris had spun you around so you were looking at each other. His eyes were puffy but he’d stopped crying now.

“And what, Y/N,” he continued.

“And-” you take a deep breath before responding “It was better to forget someone who wasn’t real. Come on Kris, think about it. How was I supposed to believe that you could turn into a wolf? I spent years thinking about how silly I was to think you were anything more than an imaginary friend. It just doesn’t make sense. Then to top it off I was bitten and became one myself? How is that even fucking possible? Kris…”

“Stop, just stop.” he pleaded

“Kris, I’m sorry I forgot you.” You were at a loss for words.

“It’s fine because if you hadn't forgotten me, I would have stolen you away eventually. I’m glad that didn’t happen. You got to spend those final years with your parents but now they are gone.” You see his eyes flash with rage.

“You were supposed to be mine, you'd promised we’d marry each other.”

The memory of that flashed before you. You were eleven and Yifan had just given you a flower crown he’d made. Telling you how pretty you looked and blushed. Your naked wolf boy was the cutest person you’d ever met. “Let’s play house,” you’d announced. You hadn’t played “house” in years but you just wanted to pretend to be married to the boy even just for a while.

“How do you play house,” Yifan had asked. You explained the premise to him and he scoffed at you. “Why would you want to play something so childish, I’d rather the real thing.” You still remembered the way he grabbed you hand and how warm it felt. “Okay, then let’s get married when we get older,” you had asked. “Okay but let me ask you then when you turn 18; let’s run away and get married.”

“You’ll need clothes.” you remembered giggling about.

“I have clothes, they just get wrecked when I’m a wolf.” He responded while his ears turned pink

“Then it’s a promise.” you smiled.

“In my pack, we seal a promise by sharing blood,” your eyes widened at the idea of cutting yourself just to seal a promise but Yifan continued. “But I think in this case a kiss will do.”

It was then you had your first kiss. It was innocent and pure, and a forgotten memory.

“I know,” you whispered out. “But I didn’t think you existed and I forgot about you. I’m sorry.” Kris’ hands were shaking now with how tight he was holding onto you.

“Then come back to me now. We can be happy. I don’t need Lay. Just come back to me, we can be happy.” It had been a long time since you had seen the happy Yifan, but then you remembered all he’d done and all you could see was Kris.

You could finally feel the haze of the black abyss clouding over you. It was coming to rescue you like it always did. You needed to be quick. “We’ll never be happy, Kris; you’ve changed. You're not the Yifan I remember and I’m not the same little girl either. We aren’t meant to be. Let me go, Kris. Let me go,” and then your fade into the black before he can respond.

“Suho, why does she always cry like that.” Kai whispered as Suho stroked your hair.

“My guess is that Kris is there in her dreams. He changed her and now they have a connection. She was able to crack it a little when she defied him like that back at the clearing. With that, I’m able to disrupt their connection and can pull her into my space. Just like how I do with you all when you have nightmares.”

“How can we sever it permanently,” Kai questions as he rubs your arm to help Suho sooth you.

“The only ways I can think of are either she breaks it herself, she mates with someone or she joins a pack stronger than ours.” Suho replies sadly. Suho’s answers beginning to worry Kai.

“That’s not the reason we are going to Seattle, is it? You wouldn’t ask Onew to take her would you,” Kai asks in a panicked voice

“Originally, I had thought about it. Kris would never try and challenge Onew. Besides, he’d probably take a liking to her and mate with her. That would definitely end the connection. If not Onew, Minho would also jump to have a mate like our Y/N.” Suho smiles as he responds to his panicking brother.  

“Hyung, I’ve always believed in you, but I swear if you even think about letting any of those worthless wolves have Y/N I’ll kill them. She’s part of our pack now and I’ll-” Kai starts before Suho was clasping his hand to silence him.

“Calm down Kai, I would never let that happen now. She’s become too close to many of us. She’s bringing Xiumin out of his shell. D.O. isn’t nearly as grumpy with her here. Even you: I’ve never seen you take care of someone like you do her. Sehun would cry for a year if that happened. Chen is the same with her as he is with us and that’s saying a lot. He treats everyone who isn’t us like they are the enemy. Lay, I can’t tell if it’s out of his hatred for Kris or because he likes her that he keeps an eye out for her. Baekhyun and Chanyeol even seem to like her.”

“What about you, Hyung?” Kai manages to mumble through Suho’s hand.

Suho is quiet for a moment, deep in thought before he answers Kai. “She reminds me of you. So I guess I see her as a little sister,” he flashes a smile to Kai. “Why were you hoping I’d be in love with her or something?”

“No,” Kai pouts. “Well kinda, it would be nice for you to start a family of your own we’d gain more strength from that.”

“You just want to be the fun Uncle and get in trouble with them don’t you?” Suho jokes.

“Yeah, I really would, though.” Kai smirks at the thought.

“Oh,” Suho remarks as he looks down at your face, finally sleeping peacefully. “I think she’s finally free of Kris for the night. That means it also time for us to sleep.”

“Alright, alright, night hyung.” Kai answers as he snuggles in closer to you.

“But don’t think we aren’t going to talk about the whole Luhan thing in the morning with the rest of the pack.” Suho mumbles out before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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