#anx is trying to leave GET HIM

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MATCHUP 3 ROUND 1 PART 1:

ANXIETY AND WINGLESS, AND ART ALL BY @/HHESIA

[simpingforheros]

Lover Man

Pairing: Roy Harper X Single Mom! Female! Reader

Summary: Roy Harper gave up on love after his relationship with Cheshire never went anywhere other than creating his bundle of joy that was Lian Harper. That was until she came knocking on his door.

Warnings: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact, Female Reader/Female Pronouns/ Female Anatomy, Fluff eventually turning into Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Close Proximity, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Implied Abuse, Heavy Make-Out Session, Dry Humping, Implied Breeding Kink, Roy Harper being our Gentle King ((only this time)).

A/N: Soooo I had another Roy fanfic written completely in the drafts…and I hated it 💀. So I rewrote it and here it is. It’s a wee bit longer than my normal fanfics and I wanted to add more fluff and more descriptive detail instead of just smut. Please leave me some comments if you like this or if you don’t lol. Thank you.

A/N: I got my own ginger so it makes me wanna write about my second favorite ginger since I hardly see writing for him outside of him being a throuple with Jason. Roy Harper is just as hot as Jason because man’s literally got himself out of a bad place just for his daughter 😭🥹. Our responsibility king. Also Lian is aged up to 7 years old in this.

Dividers >>>> @cafekitsune

Roy Harper was a hardworking man. He slaves over his small mercenary missions with the occasional events of saving the city in the mix of raising a 4 foot ball of energy all on his own. He felt exhausted most the time, but that exhaustion keeps him out of trouble. It also gets him out of any venture for a personal life.

Sure, Roy had the Outlaws who would swing by after missions just to hangout and drink, and the Titans make a rare appearance to visit their favorite niece. Even Ollie and Dinah would occasionally come by to visit. But, after Jade came and left him high and dry, his heart was hollow…

Lian was his whole world and stars. He never thought he could love someone as much as he loved his little girl. He dragged himself out of his drug addiction just so he can take care of her, and she should be enough to make the backbreaking labor enough.

However, he notices how the doodled Mother’s Day cards that used to litter the fridge for Jade began to dwindle as her eyes began to look longingly at the other parents who had two parents and a pair or two of siblings. Lian says she’s happy to live with her Dad, who was her bestest friend in the world, but the occasional crayon drawings say otherwise.

The stick figures of Lian and Roy with a faceless woman and another stick figure child making it very clear that Lian wanted a mother figure, or at least a sibling.

Maybe one day Roy can give it to her…but right now he was too tired.

“What do you mean you forgot??” Roy yells into the phone as he speed walks back to his apartment complex.

He should have known better than to ask Garfield to wait at his apartment for Lian to come home and babysit for a couple of hours while he went grocery shopping. This week has been hell on him. He’s been dealing with some of Black Mask’s crew trying to expand to Star City and when he would try to get some sleep, the noise of some new neighbors moving in woke him up constantly. This was really his only chance to go do anything and Beast Boy forgot to come.

“I asked you to do one thing, Gar! Be here and watch Lian until I got back. How can forget to watch a 7 year old girl?” Roy seethes as he walks into the main lobby and bolting up the stairs.

His heart was pounding with all the possible scenarios. He knows he’s overreacting, that she was just probably sitting by the locked door either entertaining herself or crying. But he also couldn’t help but be paranoid that she strayed off to go find him or someone snatched her up.

His worst fear coming to reality as he walks onto his floor and sees no one. He quickly gets to his door and jiggles the nob, feeling the secured lock.

Just as Roy was about to scream at Garfield again to relieve the unrelenting anxiety, the sound of a door opening behind him catches his attention as a familiar ring fills the static.

“Daddy!” Lian yells as Roy turns around, relief filling his body as he kneels down to greet the girl.

“Oh fuck, you scared me.” He says, as he sighs in relief. His strong arms holding the small girl tight to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the girl mumbles with sympathy pooling in her dark eyes. “I was walking Wren and she wanted me to see her new room.”

‘Wren? Who’s Wren?’ Roy thought as he quirks his eyebrow just as movement catches his eyes again to the door.

Another little girl was standing in the door way to the apartment. She looked the same age as Lian with colorful ribbons in her hair and the matching Star Academy uniform on as Lian.

‘Another Star Academy student? There isn’t any other student living here…’

Then the realization that this was one of the new neighbors hits him as a taller figure appears behind Wren. Her voice throwing Roy in a trance as she scolds the girl.

“Wren, I told you to not stare. Especially at strangers.” Her voice gently but protective as she kept her eyes on Roy. Her hand already on her daughter’s shoulder as her daughter apologizes.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I wanted to see Lian’s Dad and see if I can come over…”

The woman was the same age as him from what he can tell. Healthy, glowing skin despite the dark bags under her eyes. Her hair glowed like a halo in the fluorescent light of the hallway despite the messy frizz of what he thought used to be a protective hairstyle that her work day destroyed. Her boxy scrubs doing noting to hide her figure as the familiar logo of Star City General Hospital shined brightly.

“Dad.” Lian’s inpatient voice cuts through his daze as he looks to his daughter.

“Huh?” He says as his daughter giggles.

“I said, can I show Wren my room? I wanna show her all my Bluey toys.” She says excitedly.

His eyes briefly flickering over to the other excited little girl before stating gently, “I have no problem with it, but did you ask Wren’s mom if she can.”

“Yea! Miss (L/N) said it was alright.” She says happily.

‘Miss? I guess she’s not married…’ he thought as he handed Lian his keys with a joking quip, “Don’r throw a party while I’m over here talking to Miss (L/N).”

The girls giggle before running over to Roy’s apartment and entering. Roy stands up to his full height as he gives the mother a smile. She returns it with her own as she says,

“Normally Wren is pretty shy, so I was happy to see she made friends with a good kid.” She says as she pushes some stray hair out of her face before offering him her hand. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Roy. Roy Harper.” He introduces himself as he shakes her hand. He couldn’t help but smile brighter as they pulled their hands away, proud that his daughter helped out a new kid.

“Lian doesn’t have much of a shy side to her. I blame it on her mom’s genetics.” He jokes with a soft chuckle.

“You and your wife must be proud.” She says softly as she props her hip against the doorframe.

“Oh no, I’m not married.” He corrects her as he nervously stuffs his hands in his pocket as he felt a pang of gloom over his heart. “It’s just me and Lian.”

Her eyes dropped as she crosses her arms over her chest as she mumbles, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume…”

“No, youre alright.” He assures her with a shrug. “Honestly, I should be apologizing for your first impression of me being my kid locked out of my apartment.”

She giggles as she waves him off as she says, “Lian told me that her normal babysitters weren’t in town and that ‘Uncle Gar’ was suppose to be here.”

“Yeaaa.” He groans as he defends himself. “I promise that i’m normally on top of the babysitting situation since I normally work nights.”

She nods as she says, “I understand. I have to find my own babysitter now that I moved across the country. I work days at the hospital.”

The idea seeming to strike them at the same time as both their little girls scream in delight as they play in the apartment over.

A compromise between two single parents.

The deal was easy and benefited both of them. Since she had to work 12 hour shifts on a 3 on, two off basis, (Y/N) would drop the girls off at school on her way to work, and Roy adjusted his “work” time so he can be home when they come home from school and babysit until Wren’s mom gets off from work.

When (Y/N) was off and Roy is working, She will keep both girls at her apartment and gets them ready for school in the mornings before they tag off.

During the rare occurrence that Roy had to go away on a “business trip”, the girls would just be with (Y/N) full time with Roy’s promise that it will only be a week and he will watch them when the weekend comes so she can rest.

This has been the routine for three months, and Roy enjoyed it more than he should. It felt great knowing that Lian was in capable, non vigilante hands when he was away and she had a female role model to who doesn’t fight crime in spandex.

Roy also adored Wren. She took a minute to break out of her shell, but she reminded him a lot of Jason. A quiet type who surprised him with her temper and mischief. He can see why (Y/N) is the kind of parent she is and how she easily keeps Wren and Lian in line.

Over the weeks, Wren and Lian became the dynamic duo of Star Academy. They did everything together and would cry if they couldn’t. The two even begged their respective parents for matching Bluey backpacks and sparkly shoes so they can match all the time. They even developed a cute habit of leaving colored drawings under the apartment doors for the other to find. The friendship was very heart warming and helped form the bond between their parents.

The two had a lot in common too. More than they expected.

“Wanna beer?” Roy offered as he stood up from the couch.

“No thank you.” She answers as she focuses on wrapping the present infront of her.

Tomorrow was Wren’s birthday, and while the girls are having a sleep over in Lian’s room, Roy and (Y/N) prepped for her birthday party.

“You sure, doll?” He says as he grabs a couple beers. He sits beside her and holds his open bottle near her as he jokes. “You gonna let me drink alone, and make me look depressed?”

Her eyes darken as she scoots away from him. The air turning cold as she snaps on him. “I said No, Roy.”

Roy immediately freezes before frowning in concern. He puts the beer on the coffee table as he whispers to her. “Hey, I’m sorry…”

Her eyes relax as her shoulders slump. She sighs softly as she mumbles. “No, I’m sorry…”

She reaches into her pocket a pulls out a familiar looking token and hands it to him. A 5 year sobriety coin. His brows shoot up as he looks at her in shock.

She giggles somberly as she says, “it’s not mine. It’s my Dad’s.”

She pulls her knees to her chest as she looks to the wall around the muted tv. Pictures lining the wall of Lian and Roy with some of just them or with friends. She smiles softly as she recounts.

“My dad was a bad alcoholic, but a good dad. He would take me with him everywhere he could and it would be like everyday was a good day. I was too young to realize he drank too much or he yelled at my mom a little too harshly.” She says as she picks at the material of her socked covered feet.

“It wasn’t until I got pregnant with Wren that he realized he had to sober up. He managed to stay clean for almost 6 years until a drunk driver hit him.” She chuckles sadly as she sees the irony in her dad’s death. “He even help me leave my ex who was also a bad drinker. I guess seeing my dad doing it my whole life, I thought it was normal…”

Her arms wrapping around herself before finally looking back at Roy. Her eyes meeting his green ones, her gaze watery as she wipes the tears away.

“I’m sorry, that was too much to put on you..” she said as her voice wavers a bit. “You can drink though I don’t-“

Roy gets up and takes his beers to the kitchen. Confused by his abruptness, she follows him, only to see him dumping out his open beer and starting to dump out the other one. She looks at him confused as he finishes dumping the liquid out before he pulls out his wallet and pulls out a coin.

He hands both coins to her as she reads the one he pulled out of his wallet. 7 years sobriety.

“You were…?” She mumbles is disbelief before he answers.

“Yep, former heroine addict…” he says as he leans back against the counter. His arms flexing as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes shining with seriousness as he says,

“I understand why your dad got help. I did the same thing when I found out about Lian, and I don’t ever wanna do anything that can jeopardize giving her a better life than I had…”

An emotion crosses his face that makes her nervous but excited as he admits.

“And I don’t want to do anything that would drive you out of mine.”

“Please, (Y/N)!” Lian begs as Wren stands behind her with her puppy dog eyes shining behind her.

Those were the famous last words that were said when Lian and Wren convinced her to allow them to go to a slumber party while Roy was out of town. (Y/N) didn’t see the harm since it was Friday night and the girls had been good. Besides, Roy was supposed to be home late tonight so he can enjoy his Saturday morning resting.

It was a good idea. Or at least that’s what she thought before she got mugged on her way home from dropping off the girls.

The woman didn’t see it coming when she was snatched off the street and pinned to an alley wall as a disgust voice coos at her.

“Easy, Babygirl.” The masked man purrs as his dirty finger nails digged into her arms. “Just give me your purse and we can both walk away happy.”

“Fuck off!” She says as she tries to yank away from him .

“Now don’t be such a-!” His growl interrupted as the swoop of air shoots between them. She looks to where it lands and sees a red arrow buried into the wall behind them. The mugger was the first to look back to where it came from before gasping,

“Arsenal? What’s he doing here?” He curses as he pulls (Y/N) in front of him, making the struggling woman a human shield. “I’m armed, and I’m not afraid to hurt the bitch!” He says as he pulls out a knife and holds it to her neck.

(Y/N) only heard about the vigilante through the news. Apparently he used to be Green Arrow’s sidekick before he went solo for some reason and he was a rough guy. He works with the Red Hood who was known for killing criminals so she understood why the man was scared as a figure dropped down from a rooftop with his bow ready to shoot.

Her panic setting in as the bite of the blade was pressed hard to her neck, the anxious blade knicking her. Her panic eyes were set on the archer as she watches him slowly approach.

He looked…familiar. His height and built was impressive despite him being more on the leaner side and his features not obstructed by his sunglasses and hat reminded her of Roy…

“Let the girl go.” Arsenal warns the burglar. His voice was deep, but it didn’t sound natural. It was like he was trying to make his voice sound different. “You’re just pissing me off more and I’m gonna end up breaking your eye socket in.”

The criminal trembles before deciding the best escape plan. He grabs ahold of her purse before throwing her in Arsenal’s direction. Unprepared to the violent shove, (Y/N) falls to the ground before the vigilante can catch her. Her yelp filling space as the hero kneels down beside her to make sure she wasn’t stabbed.

“Hey, you alright?” He says as he scans her body for any serious injury.

She pushes herself up, cringes as her wrist throbs. His large gloved hands on her back and shoulder as he helps her stand when she notices his exposed arm. A familiar faded green tattoo visible on his bicep as the pieces fall together.

“Roy?…” She asks as she looks up Arsenal. Despite his eyes being covered, she can tell he was looking at her in a panic that she figured him out.

“Yea…” He confirms before looking behind her as he realizes the motherfucker stole her purse. He pulls his aviators down to the bridge of his nose, his eyes shining in concern as he mumbles to her.

“Go home. I’ll meet you there so we can talk about it.”

The look in his eyes and the pounding adrenaline makes her fear melt away as she nods her head.

“Okay.”

The throbbing pain in her wrist didn’t stop when she finally made it back to her apartment building, acting as her anchor as the revelation that Roy’s secret night job was him being a Robin Hood copycat.

Thinking back on it, she should have figured he wasn’t a normal guy. Constant bruises, noticeable limps, and stolen ibuprofen were a routine in their life.

The thought made her stop for a second in the stair way.

Their life. The one they shared for months basically together. At first it was just two single parents helping each other out while their daughters bonded. Then her and Roy began to get close, close enough to where they were constant in each other’s apartments as the other child was.

Now he saved her life…maybe he already did that the first day in the city and she babysat a kid she didn’t know…

As she reaches the arch way between the two apartments, her hands searches her pockets for her keys when disappointment answers her.

The keys were in her purse.

With a sigh, she decides to sit on the ground besides Roy’s door as she waits. (Y/N) curls herself into a ball with her knees to her chest as she felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion nipping her eyelashes.

(Y/N) was a hard working woman. When she wasn’t working herself like a dog in the Emergency Room, she was handling a 4 foot ball of attitude. She didn’t have time for any ventures outside of that. She loves Wren with all her heart, but that doesn’t help the hollow part of her heart from throbbing…maybe someday she can give Wren a father who’s worth something. But right now, she was too damn tired.

The door opens behind her as she jumps awake. The woman didn’t even realize she almost fell asleep, but a warm hand opens in front of her as she looks up.

Roy was standing in front of her now. A grey zip up was pulled over his shoulders to cover his costume as her purse hanged on his arm. His soft smile made her stomach flutter as he breaks the silence.

“I guess I got some explaining to do…”

She doesn’t respond right away. Instead she gives him her hand and stands up with his help. Her injured wrist cradled to her chest as they enter the apartment. The movement still felt natural despite the circumstances. Roy didn’t even have to ask about her arm to know she needed first aid on her wrist.

He tended to her sprained wrist as he tells her his life story. She already knew about the general events of his childhood and his life with Oliver Queen, but didn’t know he was a sidekick turned mercenary. The whole story made her head spin as she thought about the man tending to her as a boy wearing yellow and red spandex and managing to attract a female assassin who was Lian’s actual mother…

“So…” Roy says as he expects some sort of reaction out of her.

“So… You are a vigilante…Ollie and Dinah are too.” She recounts as she rubs her bandaged wrists. “And your ex is an assassin…”

(Y/N) sighs before looking at the nervous ginger fidgeting in his seat. His nerves were haywire.

‘What if she leaves?’

‘What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me or Lian anymore?”

‘Is she gonna keep Wren from Lian and Me?’

“Okay”

The phrase makes Roy’s neck snap was he blinks wildly at her. His heart pounding as he scans her completely calm face with a soft smile on her face as she giggles at his baffled expression.

“Okay? That’s all you gotta say?”

“I mean sure I’m not a fan of the whole putting yourself in danger shtick, but if that’s the only downside to you, then I’m okay with it.” She says calmly before giving him a serious glare. “Just as long as the girls are never endangered.”

Roy couldn’t help but fall out of his chair and on his knees infront of her as he laughs. His hands pulling her into his lap as he enjoys the chill of relief as his body yearns for the reassurance of her touch. It wasn’t until he cupped her face that he realized just how intimate their position was.

Definitely not something friends should be doing….

But are they just friends?

“Roy…” She mumbles. Her eyes speaking to his soul as the exhaustion and months of connecting and yearning reach the apex. Or maybe it was the reflection of his own feelings bubbling up as he moves her hair away from her face.

“I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you or our girls…I can’t afford to lose them…or us.”

The first move wasn’t clear. The blur of teeth and tongue distracting him as their hands held the pair close. His hands adjusting her to straddle his lap as hers ran through his hair and over his strong shoulders. His mouth trailing down her jawline and caresses her throat as her hips began to grind into his.

“Aw, poor thing…” Roy coos as his hips rolled to meet hers. His eyes shining with adoration as he marks her smooth skin. “How long has it been since anyone took care of you?”

She rolls her eyes at his teasing before pulling his head back by his hair. “When was the last time you got took care of, Red?”

He glares playfully with a smirk as he says, “Don’t call me Red.”

She giggles as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing along his jawline. Her breath burning his soul as she whispers, “Then how about…baby?”

He rips her back away by her nape before crashing his lips onto hers. The desperation dewing the walls around them as their soft moans and movement of clothes made their company.

His hands hungry as he finally pulls away from her long enough to push off her sweatshirt. A groan of appreciation fills the space as he admires her body. Every visible scar, freckle, mole, stretch mark, and roll made him want to explore every story that lead her to his arms. But that’s for another time.

His mouth watered as he looks back up at her.

“So pretty, Ma…”

His prayer is followed by his mouth devouring her skin as he kisses her collarbone. Her feathery moans filling the space while his hands caresses her exposed torso. He trails down to the valley of her breasts before pushing the offending bra up so they spill out. Roy couldn’t resist kissing around her sensitive skin, teasing her as her hands tangle in the mess of ginger on his head.

“Baby please…” she whines as her hips roll impulsively on his.

Her underwear was impossibly uncomfortable. Her body burning like iron as her intimate parts tried to cool down. The friction of her jean covered core against the rough tackle gear of his suit did not help as his hand began to grope her other breast.

His chuckle vibrates against the globe of fat as his fingers pinch the stiffening nub.

“Can’t wait to get me in bed? My, you certainly are a romantic.”

Before she can shoot back at him, he withdraws completely from her chest and his hands roughly cup her thighs. In a swift motion, Roy picks her up as he stands up from the floor. The pair share a soft laugh as her brief shock and his amusement leads them to his bedroom.

Once he places her on the bed, (Y/N) sheds off her sweatshirt and bra as Roy whistles in appreciation.

“I love when you strip for me.” He jokes as lust clouded his vision. “Can you do that again but slower?”

She glares at him as she leans back onto her hands as she tilts her head. Mischief fills her eyes as she examines him up and down with her lip between her teeth.

“Then how about you put a show on for me since you want one?” She teases.

His smirk widens as he decides to follow her suggestion. Roy rolls his shoulders back before reaching to slowly unzip the jacket covering his suit. Making a show of pulling it off his arms before twirling it over his head and tossing it.

Laughing follows his movements as he slowly strips off his gear as her hungry and amused eyes followed every rolling muscle exposed to her.

“Damn…” She whispers as a nearly nude Roy begins to crawl on the bed towards her. His prominent bones straining against his boxers as she continues. “And I wondered why you didn’t have a girlfriend…”

He laughs as he cages her in his arms. His ginger hair acting as a curtain over his forehead as he shrugs above her. “Maybe I was waiting on the right one.”

Their lips meet again as their hands began to map out each other. Soon all the rest of the clothes joined the floor.

His erection bobbing between them as his eyes remains trained on hers. His fingers trailing down to her exposed sex, groaning as he runs a finger between her folds.

“Already wet? And without foreplay?” He asks as faux sympathy plays on his face. “My darling clearly neglected that she gets wet from a few kisses…”

“I’m not neglected…” She protests before she whimpers as the bite from his finger entering her unused cunt hits her.

“I wasn’t talking body you directly, baby.” He corrects as his finger thrusts softly along her fleshy walls. The lewd sounds of her moans mixed with her wet sex made him melt as she begs,

“Fuck…quit teasing already, you bastard…”

He decides to oblige by adding another finger to speed up his pace. The thumb on the other hand joining the fun as it rubbed patterns into her puffy clit.

“I got get you all nice and ready..” Roy mumbles as he leans down to press soft kisses on her stomach up to her breasts. The mixture of gentle pecks mixed with the harsh stimulation below driving his lover insane as her hips arched to meet his hands.

“You deserve all that I can give for being such a good mom .” He praises her as he feels her walls clench around his knuckles when he finds the spongy mass he was searching for.

He contradicts himself by abusing that with archer like precision as the coil roughly tightens in her gut. (Y/N)’s gasps and cries desperate for the climax as she grips the hard flesh of his back. Just as she was reaching the peak, he stops.

“Asshole!” She curses at him as he pulls out of her. He chuckles before licking the tip of his soiled finger. Her eyes burning onto his mouth as he groans at the taste.

“Sweet as I thought..” he praises as he uses the hand to pump his cock. He climbs on top of her as he continues. “I’m gonna have to have a better taste next time, but I need you too bad right now…”

She calms her raging breaths as she smiles softly. “Next time?”

Roy pulls her legs up to her chest as he hooks her ankles on his shoulders. His red hot tip played with her clit as he rubs it through her soaked folds. He chuckles at her hopeful voice as he leans down to press a soft peck to her lips.

“Of course,” Roy whispers as his tip catches the entrance. “I don’t think I can go back to being friends after this..”

He slowly pushes into her as her hands shoot onto him as best she could. With her legs pinned to her chest, she can only grasp his bicep and his lower back as she is forced to endure the painful stretch of her neglected cunt welcoming him.

A groan ripping in his throat as he finally seats himself fully into her before peppering kisses on her face.

“Was gonna ask you out on a nice date without the kids around…gonna see if we would be a good fit.” He mutters as his mind seems to run on blanks. His hips rolling to gain some friction in the tight confines of her walls.

Her little breathless moans encouraging him as Roy begins to thrust shallowly to work her open before he pulls out almost completely. He slams back into her befor continuing his non coherent comment.

“But fuck…I don’t regret this. God, if I knew you would look so fucking hot in my bed…” He groans as his head dips to bite along her neck. “And your pussy is so tight…It’s driving me crazy. I wonder how a sweet thing like you could like me…”

His cock messaging all the right nerves in her as (Y/N)’s nails clawed into him. Her moans turning to incoherent shrieks as his tip abuses her spot, remembering exactly where it was when he found it earlier. Her guts twisting at both the words and his abusing pace. The denied orgasm from earlier building back up as her desperation grew wilder.

“God, Roy…So full…so good.”

Fuck she looked pretty. Her lips wet with tears and sip as she cries. Her eyes blown out in addictive lust and watery tears. Roy couldn’t help but cup her jaw in his hand and kisses her. The now familiar taste of mint and nicotine making her more addicted as his tongue claimed every inch of hers. He pulls away as his groans start matching her whines as his hand snakes between them to rub her clit.

“Honey, I may have to fuck a baby into you…” He mumbles as he buries his face in her neck. Her walls responding in a vice grip as he roughens his pace to meet their impending climax. “You like that, pretty girl? Want me to knock you up and give Wren and Lian a little sibling? Give you a nice big family with a white picket fence? God, you’re such a sweet thing that I wouldn’t mind keeping you as my pretty little girlfriend…”

“Roy!” She whines as her body shakes. Her walls closing in on him as she finally reaches her peak. Her eyes rolling back as stars cross her vision before Roy slams into her one more time as his hot cum fills her welcoming womb.

The pair remain still for a moment as soft pecks were exchange. Roy gently pulls out before he helps his love stretch back out. His hands massaging her thighs before grabbing his abandoned jacket to wipe her thighs and himself clean.

“You wanna go out tomorrow?” Her cracked voice catching the archer off guard before he smiles.

“With or without children?”

“Without. They are at a sleep over and gonna go to the zoo tomorrow with their friends.”

“Then it’s a date.”

A/N: Okay I didn’t know how to end this because Ngl I was tired on working on this tbh. I hope y’all enjoyed reading this and let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are encouraged.

@simpingforheros fanfic. I DO NOT CONDONE MY WORKS TO BE STOLEN, PLAGIARIZED, COPIED, REPOSTED, OR TRANSFERRED ONTO OTHER BLOGS, ACCOUNTS, AND WEBSITES.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Can you please write dumb/cute/random things BTS members will do while they are crushing on reader?

This was cute to write! This is what I think they'd each be like with crushes. Just so you know, all of them are dorks.

Please send me asks to keep me motivated while I’m off work! Thirsty thoughts, Most likely to, reactions, life updates, and general gibberish welcomed!!

Namjoon:

If Namjoon has a crush on you he gets extra clumsy. In his head, he is trying to be the most sophisticated person on earth, think W sexy numkim Namjoon. however in reality he is actually fumbling at every step, stuttering and tripping his way through conversations, beating himself up a little inside every time he rambles on a bit too long about something. Eventually, he just gives up on trying to impress you because he is too in his head and thinks he doesn't have a chance. Ironically that is when he manages to be more comfortable around you and stops breaking things. He still info dumps, but because he is a little less self-conscious about it, he allows it to flow more naturally and you can have a proper conversation without him disappearing to berate himself for talking too much. If the crush progresses to you hanging out he will always bring a little gift, sometimes snacks, sometimes a trinket that makes him think of you. He will send you pictures of things in nature that remind him of you, and take you to museums where certain sculptures or paintings reflect his feelings or your likeness. 

Seokjin:

None stop trying to make you laugh. Probably refers to himself as worldwide handsome a lot to garner your attention like: "Hey Y/N, did you know they call me WWH?", or "Did you miss my WWH face?". It's a good job that he is in fact very pretty or it would get annoying. Although you tell him every time that it annoys you while using the opportunity to slap/feel up his bicep. He stops by your workplace every day to try and see you, but he is trying to be subtle as he does it, making up genuine excuses as to why he is there. Gets exceedingly disappointed when your coworkers tell him you are on a break because it would be too suspicious if he came back later on. 

Yoongi:

He starts by offering you some of his food, claiming he has too much and he thought you might not have eaten yet (It's 10:30 am, of course, you haven't eaten yet). Then he is bringing in bigger meals claiming to be trying new recipes and then always making too much (He is trying new recipes, they happen to be some of your favourites. He is also sizing up the recipe to have enough for you both and more). He will invite you to listen in on some tracks he is working on, saying they are nowhere near finished but he wants an outside opinion (They are mostly finished, and mostly about you).

Hoseok:

Strikes me as a straight forward man. You are absolutely going to know if he has a crush on you. There is no messing about he just asks you out... and then hyperventilates about it as soon as he is behind a closed door. It doesn't matter if you answered yes or no that was the most fear-inducing thing he has ever done, debut stage included. He keeps the brave front when around you at all times though. He is very good at pretending to be confident and charming even when his heart is trying to beat out of his ribcage. He makes a point of kissing your hand when he sees you, like the way you giggle and blush.

Jimin:

Similar to Namjoon, goes from being the most coordinated guy in the world to tripping over his own shoes. He blushes furiously every time you walk in the room and struggles to form full sentences. The others rip the shit out of him for being so nervous when you leave. He spends most of his time with his head in his hands hiding the red in his cheeks rather than making eye contact. Eventually, the butterflies die down and he decides he needs to man up and make a move. He refuses to let Jeon - couldn't make eye contact with a woman until he turned twenty-two - Jungkook make fun of him for being anxious, so he swallows the fear and makes a move. Then his flirting becomes relentless: He leans against walls and cages you in a little, he uses pickup lines and keeps calling you beautiful, and he refers to you with pet names. He tries everything he can to make you as flustered as you made him before he asks you out, god-forbid you fight flirty fire with fire.

Taehyung:

He follows you around like a lost puppy when he can. If he is around you will never have to carry anything or open a door. He gives you expensive gifts that you aren't allowed to refuse, if you do they just end up at your house later on in the day. He claims most of them are leftovers from brand deals, but some of them are coming from brands you swear they've never worked with. He frequently brings you smoothies and snacks too. Even if he isn't around he will have them delivered to your work, sometimes for your whole office, not just you. If you try to tell him to stop he just makes the tata mic face until you come to a compromise that he will stop sending you drinks if you let him take you out for one. 

Jungkook:

If he figures out he has a crush on you, you will not see him for 8-16 days. The first day he realises he will look at you with the widest eyes and blinks a little too slowly, he then excuses himself as soon as possible. He then spends days in his house typing and erasing a text to send to you. It gives him a heart attack when typing bubbles appear because that means you've seen him lurking. He eventually figures out what he wants to do with his crush and then you struggle to get rid of him, not that you necessarily want to, although he did almost follow you into a bathroom once because he was too busy talking and not paying attention to where you were going. When he gets drunk on his own at home he always texts you, nothing serious or even damning, he just is genuinely missing you. It probably comes across wrong because its always 2am, but he is innocently just wondering how you are. Once you fall in to a conversation it is obvious that it wasn't meant as a booty call, as much as you sometimes might wish it was.

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3D: JJK Part 2

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: Jungkook AMBW fic with original characters. Sex, raw and protected. Oral (female and male recieving) Threesome. Some fluff anx mild plot because theyre lovers after all 😌

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The night after leaving the diner....

Jungkook lingered in the bathroom doorway with his shoulder pressed against the frame.

Just a few feet away, the shaded silhouette of Janelle's curves could be seen through the foggy shower curtain. She hums softly, soothing and melodic as she washes her body.

God, he loved her voice. It was the first thing that got his attention. Like the twittering of a songbird at the crack of dawn, she appeared to him in the bleakest of places. And now some years later, she'd never left and Jungkook considered himself a lucky son of bitch if you were to ask him.

He didn't realize the thought of her importance had him smiling until it faltered at a different thought.

Tonight was...weird.

Meeting Kat at their usual spot was supposed to put everyone at ease instead of the inevitable awkwardness that came with asking someone to be a third in a two-party relationship.

He was nervous, halfway expecting their mutual friend to be offended by such a proposition.

But it was the fact that it went exactly the way Janelle predicted that surprised him.

And worried him...

*knock knock*

The curtain draws back just to reveal her angelic face that is haloed by dark loose dripping curls. She blinks rapidly to dispel the water dripping over her brow, locking eyes with a very distracted-looking Jungkook.

"Hey.." she exhales, wiping her face. Jungkook perks up at the greeting, his smile returning.

"Hey.." was all his discombobulated brain would let him say, although Janelle didn't find him out of sorts. Jungkook tends to be a man of few words.

"Something wrong?" she lifted her brows and Jungkook shook his head empathetically.

"Naw, nothing at all. Was just seeing if you were still in here.." he lies, something he rarely did when it came to her unless he deemed it necessary.

At his quick response, the slight worry fades from Janelle's expression.

"Oh, well I won't be long in here if you want to hop in after me." she goes on to say, still fighting rivets of water from getting into her eyes.

Of all things crowding Jungkook's mind tonight, a shower was at the very bottom of the things he wanted to do. But perhaps it was the in he needed to begin getting some things off of his chest.

Jungkook's distracted gaze falls to the bunched-up curtain barely covering Janelle's body, his bottom lip tucking itself between his teeth.

"How bout I just hop in now? Save some water?" he tilts his head cutely, his eyes returning to her face.

Janelle smiles at his unsubtleness, knowing he didn't give a hot damn about saving water.

She nods and Jungkook moves to join her, stripping out of his clothes smoothly, stepping in behind her, and pulling the curtain back in place to shield them from the cold air creeping in.

"You washing your hair?" he asks her from behind, placing his hands on her hips to guide her closer to him under the steady streams of hot water. Jungkook nearly stood at 6 feet, putting the top of Janelle's head just below his nose. From that vantage, her hair was all he could see.

Janelle's dark brown curls were elongated and stretching down her back from the saturation of water and whatever sweet-smelling concoction was dripping from it.

He inhales the scent of it fondly, enhanced by the humidity encasing them.

"I wasn't trying to but it got wet anyway. So I'm just conditioning it now. I'm gonna blow it back out tomorrow." Janelle confirms as she begins sectioning her hair down the middle, gathering half of it to the side to section again and begin twisting.

Jungkook watched her hands move expertly through her curls with usual interest. He loved playing in Janelle's hair when she'd let him. Whether it was oiling her scalp, taking down her braids, or just coiling his fingers in her curls to watch them spring back into place, he jumped at any opportunity he had to run his fingers through her thick mane.

"Hmm..Need my help?" he asks, already running his finger down the crooked part splitting at her nape. Janelle's shoulders rise at the ticklish sensation and she gives him a look.

"Not if you're gonna do that.." she smirks over her shoulder. Despite her words, she reaches in for the conditioner and squirts a generous amount in Jungkook's eager hands.

Working the milk and honey-scented conditioner into the strands at the back of her head as he slowly twisted it, Jungkook unwillingly allowed his thoughts to revert to his original anxieties.

Normally, being this close to her calmed his mind but there was just too much noise in his head to allow the night to go on another second without them discussing the obvious.

"You're happy, right?" he asks her seemingly out of nowhere. It had been a little quiet since she allowed him to help her with her hair but Janelle didn't think much of it.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be..." she mutters distractedly, coiling the end of her twist around her finger as she completes it. Working much slower than her, Jungkook continued to wrap the small sections of hair around each other.

"I don't mean in general. I mean with how tonight went. With Kat." he finishes the twist, pulling it to watch it bounce the way he always did.

"Oh. Well, yeah." Janelle shrugs a shoulder.

Another pump of conditioner fills her palm and she lathers it between her hands.

"She seemed up for what we were offering. Which was surprising. I expected her to look at us like we had five heads.." she laughed breathily as she finger-detangled another section near the front of her head. Jungkook tossed the fat twist he'd done over her shoulder, finding most of her head already done and leaving him with nothing left to do.

"She kind of did, Nell." he chuckles, reaching around her to rinse his hands. Janelle is caught against Jungkook's muscular chest and between his arms, the shadow of his body darkening the wall in front of her.

"Eh...only when you flirted with her. I don't think she was expecting that from you. Here, switch." she taps his chest for him to give her the space to reach outside of the small shower for a shower cap she'd left near the toilet tank.

Without any resistance, Jungkook stepped around Janelle as she covered her hair beneath the cap so that he was now under the shower head.

Jungkook tips his head back, allowing the water to soak his hair and face thoroughly before turning his back to Janelle, who was sudsung up a washcloth in preparation to wash his wide back. Something that was now routine for them after sharing a space for so long.

"Hey...That 'Kitty Kat' thing didn't bother you did it? I knew she'd hate it but then I considered you and I felt like an ass as soon as it came outta my mouth.." Jungkook asks over his shoulder with his eyes closed, shaking his head shamefully at the memory. Janelle continues to wash his back, running the soapy towel between his shoulder blades.

"Naw..I thought it was cute. Kat didn't seem very flattered by it and I think that was the point. To get under her skin."

"Yeah.." Jungkook chuckles dryly.

Janelle smirks.

"Yeah. Yall's interactions are funny to watch." she giggles, gliding the washcloth around to Jungkook's front, where he takes it from her gently before she can poke into his naval to tease him.

It was something she always did because of how ticklish he was there. And normally it would catch him off guard, but he was too wrapped up in his worries.

"Hm.." was all he uttered in response as if there was something more he wanted to say but just wouldn't. Janelle frowns at his stiffness, taking a small step back from him.

"What's wrong?"

Jungkook could just about see her face even though his back was to her. Eyes big and full of concern. Lips pursed and pretty.

He sighs.

"Nothing. It's just..."Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly as he washed his chest, turning his back to the shower head to face her.

"I'm happy if you're happy. This is something you've been thinking about for a while. And I'm honored that you feel safe enough with me to explore that but.." he tapers off, his gaze trailing towards the clear pool gathering at their feet as he lifted his arm to wash underneath.

Janelle watched the soap drizzle down his naked body aimlessly, that suspected concern puckering in her brow.

"But?"

Jungkook switched arms, scrubbing his armpit for a few seconds before setting the dripping cloth aside with a deep sigh.

"Ok look.....I'm gonna sound like a huge bitch for saying this but, I'm nervous about how this whole "throuple" thing will affect us. Like I said before, I have no desire to be with anyone other than you. Cheating has never crossed my mind..." he begins and Janelle's eyebrows go up.

"Never? Like ever?"

Jungkook blinks.

"Never. I swear."

"Even when you're mad at me?" Janelle tilts her head, a hint of unseriousness and disbelief in her voice. Jungkook huffed at the idea.

"When have I ever been mad at you Nell? I piss you off more than anything.." he chuckles, earning a stiff nudge in the chest.

"Stop it. I'm sure I get on your nerves more often than not. Or what about when you're just tired of me and think about being with someone new...you could tell me, you know." her eyes widen earnestly, her hands now sliding up Jungkook's torso to rest on his shoulders.

He melts under her touch, returning the affection by caressing the dip of her waist, his thumbs strumming over her hip bones as he squeezes her.

"I am telling you. Trust me..it just doesn't cross my mind. You're pretty much as perfect as a human could be. Your farts don't even bother me."

At that, Janelle snorts in offense, tugging on Jungkook's pierced earlobe playfully.

"That's disgusting and a lie because you don't deal with my farts. Like ever.." she denies adamantly. Jungkook winces and leans into her pull with a charming grin.

"Oh please. Don't give me that 'I don't fart' bullshit. We're not new.." he shakes his head, flinging his soaked hair about over his forehead. Droplets of water flick her in the face as she rolls her eyes.

"I'm not claiming that I don't, I'm only saying it doesn't happen around you. I'm pretty stealthy with mine at least.."

It was Jungkook's turn to snort incredulously, reaching up to smooth his wet hair back and out of his face for Janelle to see how sure he was.

"You can't account for every single fart, Babe. We do share a bed at night, remember?.." he wiggles his brows suggestively and Janelle blanches at the thought of Jungkook being awake while she's asleep and pooting happily into the sheets.

Counting them like sheep from his side of the bed and snickering maniacally like an idiot.

"Shut up! ANYWAY....Say I wasn't in the picture at all and you were single. You don't find Kat attractive? You wouldn't date her?"  she steers them back on topic, much to Jungkook's disappointment despite him being the one to bring it up. His shoulders drop, as does his expression as he contemplates his response.

"I mean...She's attractive, yes but.."

"And don't you two have a lot in common?" Janelle cuts in, seeming too hopeful for Jungkook's liking.

"Babe, that's not the point." he starts but Janelle is already shaking her head.

"We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable. I can call Kat tomorrow and let her know. I'm sure she'd understand."

It wasn't that Jungkook was 100% opposed to it. Hell, what guy wouldn't be willing to try being in the middle of two gorgeous women? And if he were with someone other than Janelle, he was sure there would be no apprehension.

But Janelle was different. And Kat was soooo different from Janelle.

Jungkook scoffs at the suggestion, his eyes going to a milky white stream of water and conditioner threatening to drip down Janelle's face. He lets go of her waist to swipe it back into her widow's peak with his thumb

"Sure she would. And she'd feel like she was right about all of this. That you're being coerced into liking girls and Im a scum bag manipulator boyfriend pulling the strings and convincing you we need another person in our lives when all I want...all I need is you..."

There was a pout in his voice that was far too endearing to ignore. Janelle twists her lips to the side as she regards her boyfriend's worrisome expression, reading every line on his face carefully.

"Since when do you care what people think, huh?" she gazes up at him sweetly, melting the tension in his jaw slightly. Jungkook hissed lowly between his teeth, looking away bashfully.

"I don't. I care what you think.." he gives her an emphatic look before returning his attention to yet another drizzle of conditioner about to drip between her eyebrows. His mouth sets in a grim line as he uses his full hand to wipe over Janelle's forehead again, this time pushing back the shower cap, running his palm over her hair, and squishing the fat twists to extrude the excess product from her curls.

All the while, Janelle considers everything he's said.

How he was worried about offending her when responding to Kat's brattiness the way she expected him to.

How adamant he was about her knowing he was happy with just her, even though he never outright objected to the idea of them doing this.

"Oh my God.." Janelle gapes and Jungkook's eyes snap to hers warily.

"What?"

Janelle doesn't respond immediately, only reaching up to cup Jungkook's cheek before running a hand through his soaked hair.

"You're afraid," she says after a beat and Jungkook tilts his head back in surprise.

"Um.Not the word I'd use..." he mutters.

"And I am so selfish..wow." Janelle continues, dropping her hand to stare off into space.

"Another word I wouldn't choose.." Jungkook slides in under his breath again and Janelle sucks her teeth in disagreement.

"But it's true. Here I am, thinking you're just going with the flow because you're invested in the idea of us doing this...when it's just to appease me. Oh God...I'm the scum bag boyfriend." her hand goes to her mouth and if she weren't so damn cute, Jungkook would have been able to keep himself from laughing.

Whatever tension was there dissipated with the fog surrounding them, and the shower water started to cool from being on for so long. The temperature hitting his back now was the least of Jungkook's concerns that Janelle was blaming herself for his insecurities.

While they were valid, he still didn't want her to blame herself.

"No baby...." he pulls her hand from her face, lifting her chin with his knuckle. Her bottom lip trembled a bit, further breaking his heart as he locked her in his gaze.

"I'm not scared. I just don't want you to end up hurt, that's all. So many things are playing out in my mind where that happens. I'm happy with you and you alone. You know that. But if doing this makes you happy, we can try it out. Hell, there are no rules so we can pretty much structure it however we want. We can set boundaries. The extent of me and Kat's involvement can remain strictly platonic." he shrugs assuredly. Jade's expression shifts to confusion at his suggestion.

"Really? You'd be ok with that?" she asks and Jungkook smirks.

"Why not? She can't knock you up so beyond that, I'm good." he jokes, his attempt at humor barely thawing the tension.

"But seriously. You two can have your own thing and I won't interfere. We won't kiss or have sex...She seems more interested in you than she is in me anyway so.." he turns away from her briefly to cut off the water, which was now ice cold and no longer comfortable.

Janelle realized that her hair was still full of conditioner but rinsing it in the sink would just have to do. She blinks up at Jungkook's subdued face shyly, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth before mumbling.

"But...I want you to."

Jungkook blinks back at her, partially due to the water running down his face from his drenched scalp.

"You.......want me to?" he lifts a brow, genuinely oblivious to what she was getting at. Still worrying her bottom lip until little divots formed from her teeth, Janelle steals a glance at the misted shower curtain before responding.

"You know..." she peeps, shrugging a shoulder, and Jungkook watches her avoid eye contact just long enough for him to figure out exactly what she meant.

"Wait...You want us to..." he trails off, waiting for Janelle to look at him. When she does, her expression is expectant. As if she'd be faced with some sort of judgment in the face of her partner for wanting something so unexpected.

When she says nothing, an impish smirk spreads over Jungkook's dripping lips.

"Oh.." his eyes flutter in realization, still not instilling confidence in Janelle based on how her brows slanted worriedly.

"Oh?..as in 'oh hell naw' or.." her voice tapers with Jungkook's rejection and judgment already accepted in her mind. She hugged herself against the chill that was now filling the shower space, but it was clear her body language read deeper than that.

She was closing herself off, retracting her willingness to be open and vulnerable with the one person she should be able to be with. After being with her day in and day out for a while, Jungkook knew how hard it was for Janelle to be open in her past relationships.

It was hard enough being so soft-spoken and a chronic people pleaser, but dating self-serving assholes didn't encourage her to speak up for herself when it came to what she wanted.

At least until she met Jungkook...

Jungkook sighed, cursing himself mentally before pulling one of her arms that covered her chest. He lifts her hand to his mouth, brushing her soft knuckles against his lips.

"Naw...' Oh' as in...' Oh, ok cool'. Or 'ooooh you nasty.'..." he wrinkles his nose, pulling her to stumble into him over the bath mat. He then smushes her cheeks between his fingers, forcing her lips to pout out for him to ravish in a playful kiss.

Janelle yelps as his other hand skims down her wet and slippery back to cup her backside, squeezing a healthy serving of her booty cheek until she squeals again against his lips.

She reaches back to grip his wrist, steadily giggling in his grasp.

"Stahp! And don't call me nasty! You nasty. I feel you getting hard against my leg." she notes, the bridge of her nose scrunching in mock disgust despite not pulling away. Jungkook grins and bites his lip as he presses their bodies closer together.

"Duh. You're naked and wet. So tell me something...Why is that something you want?" he hugs her, his hand still resting at the crease of her ass. It didn't matter that the water was no longer running and the warmth of its steam was long gone. Janelle felt perfectly content standing in the bathtub, trapped in her man's embrace.

His question had her feeling shy all over again, her face tingling with the rising blush under her skin.

"I...I don't know...because I think it would be kind of sexy to...ya know..watch. Sometimes." she shrugs, keeping her gaze fixed on Jungkook's throat. His Adam's apple shifted a little when he tilted his head, in an attempt to summon her eyes towards his.

"Watch? Oh, you nasty foreal..." he teases.

At that, Janelle was over it. She stifled her smile as she pushed him away, yanking at the shower curtain to make her escape. Jungkook chuckles as he follows her, both of them stepping carefully over the damp bathroom floors. Janelle is already wrapping a towel around her body by the time Jungkook finds another conveniently folded on a shelf.

"I don't know why you're acting all innocent about this. Everyone knows you nasty Nell. Me more than anyone.." he shakes his mop of a head out before rubbing the body towel over it.

"Oh, whatever..." she waves him off, securing the towel's fold at her chest.

Janelle reaches past him for the cabinet that contains her skin products. She selects her favorite scented body butter and oil and shuffles to perch on the edge of the bathtub to begin moisturizing her skin.

Jungkook continues dabbing the water from his hair with his eyes screwed shut. He remains unabashedly naked in front of the sink, his inked-out sleeves flexing with the subtle movements of shuffling the towel over his head.

Oh so domestic and cozy with each other per usual.

Janelle's eyes lifted casually to watch him as she rubbed the cream over her knees and shin, admiring his height and muscular frame without him noticing. 

Jungkook dropped the towel from his head to hang over his shoulders, his hair now half dry and spiking in all directions. He turns to face the mirror and regards his reflection with a focused scowl, turning his head to inspect his skin. As he does, Janelle's sneaky gaze falls from his face and impressive upper body, to what she could see of the wobbling appendage between his legs, hanging handsomely and only slightly erect as he leaned closer to the mirror to poke at a tiny pimple threatening to form on his chin.

Salacious thoughts roll through her mind, some including him bending her over the counter right now and easing the ache between her thighs. All this talk about their relationship and exploring the unknown together did something to her.

On top of Jungkook looking like a literal god, a statue of marbled stone sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

Another thought pops in of her dropping to her knees in front of him and surprising him with her mouth as he attends to his lazy skincare routine. She could already taste him at the back of her throat.

And then, as that scenario continued to play out in her head, the image of herself stroking his shaft is eventually accompanied by a pair of pale pink and slightly freckled lips wrapping around his mushroom tip.

Lips that weren't hers but equally as full and wet.

Equally as pretty, with a long pierced tongue that curved around Jungkook's girth.

Janelle's vision of Kat laving his dick in front of her on the bathroom floor has her going silent Her lips part slowly as she zoned out, her eyes shifting off focus while her oil-covered hands moved slowly over her legs.

Kat's moans, or what she imagined her moans to sound like.

Deep, a little raspy, and whiny.

..surrounded Jungkook's dick as best as her mouth could. Her head bobs slowly, siren eyes lifting to watch Jungkook's brow furrow in ecstasy.

"Fuck.." his lip ring jiggled with the hoarse curse, water still dripping from his dark wavy mane as he watched his dick get coated in Kat's saliva. Janelle's hand continued stroking him from the base and his hooded scowl shifted to her as he groaned.

"That's it..fuck, that's it.." he reaches for Janelle, caressing her cheek with tatted knuckles. She looks up at him adoringly and Jungkook smirks down at her.

"You're so fucking pretty baby..." he praises her, grazing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Kat whines childishly with bubbling spit pooling at the corners of her mouth. She pulls off of his dick with a dramatic slurp and glowers up at Jungkook.

"Hey..what about me?" she simpers and both Janelle and Jungkook chuckle. Janelle turns to Kat, giving her her signature sugary sweet smile.

"You know you're the prettiest Kitty.." she says to her, using her free hand to tuck a loc of disheveled copper hair behind Kat's ear before running her fingertips down her cheek. Jungkook hums in agreement, licking his lips.

"Mmhmm..especially with my dick in your mouth.." he mirths, covering Janelle's hand that was still wrapped at his base to take hold of himself. His swollen tip smooths over Kat's lips like an applicator, smearing the remnants of her spit and his pre cum over her bottom lip teasingly. Janelle's eyes fixed on the wet point of contact between Kat's pliant lips and Jungkook's dick, her mouth beginning to water.

"So pretty.." she echoes, her fingers curling under Kat's chin and coaxing it to drop. Kat's mouth opens just enough for Jungkook to slide himself back in with a strained hiss between his teeth.

"Ugh..yess.." he calls to the ceiling, tipping his head back as Kat's mouth engulfed him in her warm and wet sanctuary.

She sucks him deeper, earning another growl from above that sends her pussy into a clenching frenzy. She whimpers around him again, her eyes rolling back as she resumes sucking him off slowly, taking as much of his length in as she could. Jungkook takes his hands off of himself and away from Janelle's face and uses them to grip the counter's edge, relinquishing all control over his pleasure to his lovers.

He looks to Janelle, tipping his chin in Kat's direction.

"Help her out, baby. Show her how I like it

..." he croons, sending a shiver down her spine that manifests in a slow drip of arousal down her inner thighs.

Nodding, Janelle moves any distracting curls from Kat's face before pushing her head down hard on Jungkook's dick, gagging the redhead until tears rolled down her cheeks.

Janelle pulls her head back with a handful of copper tresses in her clutches to allow Kat a moment to catch her breath, eventually guiding her back towards the angry red tip in front of her.

"That's my girl...fuck.. don't stop either.."Jungkook ruts slowly, matching the pace that Janelle set for their girlfriend, aiding her in taking every thick inch that their boyfriend had to offer.

"Babe."

"Babe..."

"Janelle."

Jungkook's voice pulled her from her daydream, the sound of her name in his stern voice startling her. Her eyes flutter up at him attentively, her hands still coated in oil idling over her ankle.

"Hmm?" she pouts her lips.

Jungkook's towel was now wrapped loosely at his waist, a peak of his pubic hair just barely visible over the fold. His hair was a damp spikey mess, as expected, but he looked fresh off the pages of some magazine spread.

"What are you over there thinking so hard about? You've been lubing up the same leg for 3 minutes." he chuckles.

Janelle's doe eyes flit from her boyfriend's face to his happy trail and her brow crinkles into a scowl of thought.

At her silence, Jungkook smirks. He approaches her at the bath, squatting down so that they are at the same level.

He tilts his head, waiting for her to look up at him.

"Talk to me." he lifts the brow twinkling with silver.

Janelle locked eyes with him inevitably, stifling her smile at how Jungkook stared at her, his hands resting on her knees. She bites her lip worriedly before relenting.

"Ok. Be honest. Is it weird that I want this? To want to see how you are with someone else and me because it turns me on a little... a lot." she admits after a beat. Jungkook's expression is unwavering as his mouth shrugs at the question.

"Weird? No..Different, yeah. It doesn't matter though. If you want it, you got it, baby. As long as you are comfortable at the end of the day. I am curious though..." he pauses.

Janelle's eyes follow his as they drop where his large hands are still resting on her knees. They moved up her thighs slowly, pushing the towel back and encouraging them to part as he filled the gap on his knees.

"Has this always been a thing? This fantasy..or is it just with me?" he asks, his hands massaging Janelle's shimmering flesh in slow circles with his thumbs. He inches closer, teasing the tip of his nose against hers until she smiles.

Fuck, she loved him. For every rough edge, there was a softness that Janelle liked to think was only for her. The intimacy. The tenderness. His hands had traveled so high up her thighs, that her towel was barely covering her lower body anymore and goosebumps tickled her skin from the exposure. He was inches away from grazing a part of her that begged to be touched by only him.

Jungkook noses at her cheek, planting a little kiss to her jaw before pulling back just a little to wait for her response.

She barely remembered the question, hell...

"Just...just you.."  she stammers in reaction to his lips and Jungkook makes a sound from deep in his throat that makes her tremble. She steadied herself by holding him at his biceps as he threatened to nudge her into the tub.

"Hmm....so, you've imagined me being with other women in front of you?" he probes further, similarly to how one of his hands was snaking up to rest on her hip while he pressed against her heat. His thumb passes over her clit just barely, making Janelle gasp.

"Um. I didn't used to..not until I saw Kat. She's just so...sexy confident and bold. Everything I wished I was all the time, she just is. Sure of herself and is unapologetic about it."

Jungkook would have disagreed with her words wholeheartedly any other time. But the fact that Janelle was being this transparent with him kept him quiet. He didn't want her to stop talking, nor did he want to stop touching her the way he was.

"I read people pretty well, y'know?..It's just something about her. It's funny. She actually reminds me a lot of you."

At that, Jungkook pulled back with a confused brow, halting his teasing hands for a moment.

"Huh? How?" he turns up his nose. Janelle shrugs.

" I don't know. Just does. Yall like the same kinds of music and movies and fashion. Even a little about sports. More than I know at least, I sit between yall thinking I'm listening to Simlish." she laughs, although Jungkook is too stuck on her seeing him in another woman.

He sits back on his knees, resting his hands on hers again.

"Wait. So you've been fantasizing about me having sex with basically the female version of me..and that gets you hot?" he furrows his brow with a smirk, a look that made Janelle's core constrict.

"Yeah, but it's not just about sex though. It's the bond we could all have. Her attending to needs you have that I can't or me having someone close to confide in on things that just a friend can't understand. It's hard to explain. Like I said, I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable doing. Me and my kinks are just that and I don't have to indulge them. They aren't anyone else's issue but mine.."

Janelle drops her chin after speaking, seeming to feel some form of shame that Jungkook would not tolerate. He places a finger beneath her chin, making her look back up at him.

"They kinda are though, Nell. Not an issue but...I mean..we agreed that we'd be honest with each other about stuff like this. Keeping an open mind and shit."

"And that's all I'm doing..." Janelle cuts in.

"Opening my mind to something new and kind of taboo. I know the risks. I'm not delusional. You two can hit it off and end up much more compatible than you and I are.."

Jungkook snorts loudly.

"That ain't happening. If she really reminds you of me, then that tells me that there is very little about our personalities that'll mesh. I'm a bit of a dick. She already seems like a bit of a brat as is. I hate brats." he grimaces and Janelle scoffs at the blatant lie.

"Please. You love brats. Look at all your exes."

He'd rather not. Nothing about the women he was with before Janelle was worth the memory.

"You're not a brat, and I love you.." he smoothly states, rising back up as his hands sneak up her legs again.

He doesn't pause to tease or make her anticipate his next move. Jungkook just kisses her. One peck to solidify his point. Another to savor the taste of her lips the way he always did.

Janelle melts into him, wrapping her arms above his shoulders and digging her fingers into his damp scalp. She kisses him back with less fervor, knowing their conversation would cease if she allowed his tongue to slip past her lips one more time.

She abruptly tips her head back, breaking the kiss, much to Jungkook's disappointment.

"You're cute. Doesn't mean you love brats any less though. So it's a perfect match if you ask me. You're dark and broody, she's loud and moody, and then there's me, bringer of light and balance in the middle." she smiles adorably, booping her nose against his for emphasis.

Jungkook's pout gradually shifts to a smirk of surrender. At least he could agree with the last part of what she said.

Janelle was the light. She brightened up his life the moment she entered it and there was no way anyone could get him to look away. Even if it blinded him, he'd stare into her sun until she forced him not to.

A day he prayed would never come.

Easing back to just look at her, to admire the softness in her eyes and the perfection of her honey-brown skin, Jungkook narrows his gaze at her.

"You really wanna do this, don't you?" he asks her, his tone soft but serious.

Janelle's smile softened too and she nodded.

"I do. But only if you do too."

Jungkook regards her for a moment, recalling everything that she said, as well as everything she'd ever done for him throughout their relationship.

Janelle was selfless and kind. She never made trouble or fed into drama. She never picked fights or nagged at Jungkook when he knew he deserved it. His initial resistance to commitment. His ugly habits. In her delicate way, she smoothed out his roughness like sandpaper. Loving the hell out of him., literally chasing away the demons that convinced him he'd never find a love as pure as this.

He owed her this, at least.

What was the worst that could happen?

"Ok."

Janelle's eyes brightened at his short response, her spine straightening immediately.

"Ok?" she verifies and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah. I'm with it. We can try this thing out and play it by ear. Take it one step at a time. As long as you know who you are to me. And how much I mean it when I say I would never, ever..do anything to hurt you. At least not on purpose. I'm still a dumb ass sometimes.."

Janelle's lips crash into Jungkook's before he can finish his sentence, and he chuckles sharply through his nose as he reciprocates the kiss. He hugs her waist, pressing his body flush against hers with her legs wrapping around him.

If he'd known his being on board would make her this happy, Jungkook would have never raised the issue. But he was glad he did.

Something about this moment brought them closer, and there was very little he wanted more.

Janelle breaks their kiss again to gaze upon her partner's face, and Jungkook doesn't pout this time.

He too basked in the beauty that was Janelle, asking himself how the hell he got so lucky.

"I love you." she sighs.

"I love you." he smiles, wagging the silver hoop at the corner of his mouth.

"And you're not a dumbass. I told you about that." she scolds him lightly.

"Mmhmm....Well, what word would you use? He asks sarcastically, but Janelle's eyes shoot to the ceiling as the invisible Rolodex of 'Jungkook Adjectives' sputtered in her mind.

After a few seconds, she settled on one.

"You are.... exceptional." she muses, the apples of her cheeks rising.

Based on what he knew of the word, its connotation was fairly neutral. Unusual. Uncommon. Not typical. That said a lot considering what he just agreed to.

Gaining a better understanding as to why this was something she felt was needed, more for her satisfaction than his, was surprisingly comforting. Here he was worried that she felt like this was something he secretly wanted because let's be honest..

Most men probably would.

And the old Jungkook was like most men.

But this version of him in this alternate dimension where he actually learned how to love someone non-toxically, he'd do anything this woman asked him to do. Even being willing to share her with someone else. Something most men, even under the best circumstances, wouldn't be secure enough to do.

So maybe he was the exception.

Maybe they both were.

Jungkook's eyes danced between Janelle's irises, his gaze and little smirk darkening by the millisecond.

"Hmm..Whatever that means.." he snickers, leaning in to slip his tongue into Janelle's mouth again, hoisting her up to straddle his hips as he walked them carefully out of the bathroom.

Effectively ending their conversation.

[bwoahtastic]

https://www.tumblr.com/bwoahtastic/759198950662258688/maybe-nico-can-smell-lewis-through-the-door?source=share

In love with this storyline. I'm imagining Nico just laying in the nest so stiff and silent as Max tries to snuggle into both him and Lewis. Lewis keeps trying to get Nico to talk but Nico doesn't want to. He tried so hard for so long and all Lewis did was ignore him and pretend he never existed.

Nico insists that he's just there for max and once max is okay he'll leave, and Lewis doesn't know how to tell Nico that's not what he wants. He messages some of the other pack members hoping that Nico will feel less awkward, but to Nico it's just a reminder of what an outsider he is. As soon as max falls asleep, curled up next to Lewis and Charles and Daniel, Nico slips out of the nest, writes a note for max and leaves.

He's so caught up in his own head that he doesn't realise that max and Lewis are both awake, and Max insists that Lewis chase Nico down and get him to come back to the pack for good.

Plss!!

Nico being so stiff and uncomfortable and avoiding Lewis's eyes at all costs. Max is holding his hand and that's the only thing keeping him from running away immediately. Lewis trying to talk to Nico or at least get him involved in the convo as he talks to Max about how great he did but Nico just hums and noses into Max's neck and then stays quiet.

Lewis saying he will get more of the psck to come over if Max is okay eith it and Max is very eager! But that makes Nico just more sure Lewis doesn't want him there...

The moment Max is sleeping and Lewis seems to be dozing off, anx the other pack members are quiet too, Nico slips out and leaves. The moment the door closes Max whines loudly, sleepily staring at Lewis eith sad eyes and going "you have to fix this, please it's breaking him" and Lewis goes after Nico...

Nico panicking seeing Lewis jogging after him in the hallway but the elevator takes ages to arrive and he has nowhere to go when Lewis grabs his hand. Nico bracing himself for mean words and Lewis telling him this was a one time thing but Lewis brings him jnto his arms and whispers he doesn't want Nico to go! He is still part of the pack & part of Lewis's heart

[wutheringcaterpillar]

The Exchange

Summary: Being the new girl in town you were desperate for work but little did you know what that work would entail. Your boss Neil ensures that you’d be given a paycheck as long as you work for it.

warnings : NONCON, abuse of authority, degradation, humiliation, boss!Neil x employee!reader, smoking, hitting, wedgies

Requested

There you were standing in that tight black dress, your hair flowing freely as you stood at the register helping a guest. The fabric was tight around your hips, plumping your ass right out like it was going to burst from the seams. Neil stayed just around the corner staring intently but not trying to make it obvious to the customer until he decided for himself you needed some assistance.

“Sir, you’re nearly a week past your return date I-“ The feeling of Neil’s hands grazing over your thighs startled you, but you played it off like nothing happened as this was a normal occurrence. The reason you hadn’t left was because you needed the money, you were just a girl trying to make ends meet and Neil would hold that over your head whenever you mentioned his advances made you uncomfortable. The touching was all that had happened and you had conditioned yourself, convinced yourself that a little touching was nothing compared to being homeless on the streets, whether you liked it or not. If it weren’t for him you wouldn’t be making any money, and he would often let you keep any tips just to keep you around, his little primadonna. You cleared your throat and continued on explaining the policy while Neil made side comments here and there to get this guy out of there quicker, eventually telling him he’d cut his bill in half.

“Have a great day, hope to see you soon!” You quivered, eyebrows furrowing together in discomfort when his finger tips trailed slowly up underneath your dress gripping the soft, jello like skin of your asscheeks, making you pull away from him.

“You know you shouldn’t be dressing like a whore, most managers would send you home, even fire you for walking in like that.” You were taken aback by his words and scoffed in disgust, refusing to make his day and look at him by retrieving the returned movies to put them back in your place.

He’d hate to see you leave from his proximity but he loved to watch you walk away, his eyebrows raising with each step of your feet as your hips swayed.

Glancing around the store, he had purposely only scheduled himself and you as other employees wouldn’t question it as it was a monday, and mondays were slow.

When he didn’t see a customer in sight and noticed you were too busy being his good little employee, paying close attention to the alphabetical order he nonchalantly began to whistle as he swayed his way to the door, locking it and flipping the sign over to closed.

The sound of his feet approaching made you wince in fear of what he had in store, trying to quietly inch away around the corner to another aisle but he was quicker than you.

“Ah-ah.” His hand wrapped around your forearm in a tight, menacing grip that was sure to leave a bruise.

“Neil, I can’t stay tonight. I have to get home I-I have laundry, dinner and- and a date…” You shouldn’t have been concerned to tell him that, or even had to of mentioned it to your boss. He noticed the hesitation in your voice and his crystal blue eyes locked with yours, noticing the submissiveness and cowardliness in your eyes.

His lips turned into a grin as he held back a laugh, not releasing your arm.

“You? You have a date? With who? You just moved here and no ones going to want a woman who dresses like that for work. If anything I’d say you dressed like that to get a reaction out of me and now you’re getting one.” Before you could react, he reached for you other arm, bending them behind your back as he forcefully guided you, and pushed you over the back of the orange sofa that was old and filthy.

“Hate to ruin your plans sweetheart but the only date you have is with me.” The sound of his belt unbuckling forced anxiety to rise within you, realizing what was about to happen.

“No don’t please! Please I’ll- I’ll work over time, I’ll- I’ll do your- your paperwork, the taxes. All of it! Just let me go, please Neil.”

“Oh bribing your boss now are you?” The enjoyment in his voice made your stomach twist in knots while tears brimmed at your eyes when you felt his hands push up your dress, making you feel exposed and completely at his will.

A desperate cry poured out from your lungs when you felt his length up against your most private area. It felt hefty, and stiff against your hole, there was no getting through to him.

His hand swung back, and slapped harshly against your ass, forcing the tears out, streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re so fucking desperate for money you’ll just let me do whatever I please to you, are you really that much different from a prostitute on the street? I mean c’mon Y/N. I know your new to the area but allowing your boss to grab at you all day and not even make an effort for me to stop? Sounds pretty desperate to me.” The sight of you bent over, nothing but the thin fabric of your underwear covering your most sacred areas made his cock twitch against you.

His fingers delicately slid underneath those pink ribboned satin panties, and you felt his finger tip graze over your back entrance, making your thighs attempt to clench together as your body pushed forward trying to escape his touch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His free hand gripped your strands of hair, forcefully yanking your head back to where you could feel his lips just ever so slightly touching your ear.

“Please- please don’t hurt me.” The desperation and pleading was like music to his ears.

When his lips began to kiss the top of your ear lobe, he slid his tongue on the back of your, causing your face to scrunch together in disgust and discomfort.

“We play by my rules, and that little cunt of yours is going to accept my cock. Consider it your payment for me keeping you as my employee.” He threw your head back down, pulling your underwear tightly up just barely lifting your feet off of the ground.

“Hmm. I wonder if I pull hard enough it will break.” He stretched it up higher, causing a burning sensation to take over your pussy and ride up your ass. You felt embarrassed, completely helpless, you knew you could fight him but you needed a paycheck. 

Lifting it once more your underwear was now hanging by a very thin thread and he began to bounce you up and down on the couch until it snapped in half revealing your reddened, swollen lips to him.

“Wow, that was better quality fabric then I’d expect for a woman who makes only ten an hour, plus tips if you’re good occasionally.”  Your eyes burned from the physical pain your pussy was feeling and the reddened skin around your asshole.

He aligned his head with your entrance and to his surprise you were already practically dripping, you could feel warmth sliding down the inside of your thigh, your cheeks turning red from embarrassment that it only took fabric to make you wet.

“God, that’s all huh? You are soaking, aren’t you my sweet little fuck toy.” He slapped your pussy before pushing two fingers inside of you without any warning. His movements were aggressive as he was not gentle to start with, his fingers drilling in and out of you while you began to practically drool on the couch, trying to resist from moaning.

It was painful yes but the thickness of his fingers made it feel pleasurable and you hated it.

You screamed out to mask any pleasure, grunting loudly against the couch.

Neil knew what he was doing, making you hate your own body for getting any sort of pleasure from him.

When he decided you had enough he pulled out his cock that was leaking of precum, tapping it ferociously against your dripping hole.

“Can’t wait to see that needy pussy stretched out by my cock. It’s kind of a turn isn’t it? How much you’ll do for your job, to keep me happy at any extent?” You whimpered, as the pain began to come back, and the weight of his cock was to show how much more you’d be in but he was right, if he was wrong you would’ve spoke up.

The bills added up and you were beginning to regret ever thinking moving away from home was a good idea now that you were at the mercy of Neil Lewis.

You gasped loudly when he plunged in your divine succulency at the sudden intrusion.

He watched as you took him mercifully, his cock disappearing within you, widening your hole beyond an extent you believed possible.

“Oh fuck, didn’t expect a whore to be so tight, think we might have to do this another way.” He pushed your weak body over, onto the couch before laying beneath you, grabbing your wrists and forcing you on top.

“Oh, is little broke bitch gonna cry?” He mocked your misery, and in a swift movement yanked you forward before picking up your sore ass and dropping it right down on his dick in an instant.

You began to cry, biting your trembling lips while your nose sniffled. The make up you once had on smeared down your cheeks as the tears ruined all of it.

The length of his cock was unimaginable and the width didn’t help with the stinging pain like you were being torn a part from within.

“Ride me, go on. You want that money don’t you? Or I could just withhold your paycheck until your behind on rent.” You batted your watery eyes up at him, your cheeks heating up, turning rosy red as you did what he said.

Gliding up and back down to slow for Neil’s liking causing him to roll his eyes.

“Haven’t you rode a cock before, or are you too stupid to figure anything out?” When you began to whimper again he became fed up, growing impatient.

Taking matters into his own hands, he continued to hold your wrists, as he flew up into you with a hard thrust, sending blood rushing out on top of him.

He didn’t care, he drilled into you relentlessly, watching intently as your boobs bounced up and down faster than the speed of lightning, he couldn’t help but take enjoyment at how round and hardened your nipples had became.

“You like that don’t you? Like being used and being my own little private slave.” Your body was too weak to fight back, the constant move of the head of his dick brushing with each movement against your most sensitive sweet spot, you were in crumbles.

Your ass cheeks were bouncing off of his thighs, you legs quivering on top of him.

He was biting his lip in satisfaction at the sight of you crying, knowing damn well you felt disgusting for allowing him to do this just for a paycheck.

Your thoughts began to spiral as your inner walls clenched against his cock, shame washing over you that your body would betray you like this.

He began to speak in between his groaning and moaning from your pussy soaking his throne, he could tell you were close.

“Look down I want to see you watch yourself get off on me, I want you to see me ruining that stretched out not so tight hole while you get off on it.”

Painfully you looked down watching him pound into your throbbing pussy, his balls acting like a cushion for you each time he bucked his hips up forcefully.

Your toes began to twitch and you wanted to close your eyes, you wanted to pretend you were anywhere but here being raped by your boss but you couldn’t. Not if you wanted your rent money.

Moans escaped from your parted lips, and you hated yourself when your hips began to move along with his movements just searching for the sweet release your body wanted so desperately bad.

“That’s my girl, c’mon ride me. Ride me for that money.” Your pace quickened and your moans became louder when that unexplainable, euphoric feeling rode through your entire being, your back slightly arching as you watched all of your orgasm stream down onto his cock.

The sight was like a scene out of a movie to Neil and he couldn’t hold back any longer. His seed oozed into your heat like a pool, coating your insides white.

“Maybe I should put us alone more often.” He chuckled darkly before pushing you off of him into the corner of the couch.

Some of his seed spilled out of you and you could feel and see the puddle forming on the cushion making you feel complete disgust and shame for yourself. What had you come to, what have you done?

Wrapping your arms around your legs you curled up into a ball and began to sob silently to yourself while Neil pulled his pants back up.

He excused himself for a moment and when he came back he had an envelope in his hand.

When you went to grab for it he pulled it back, making you angry and scared that you did this for nothing.

“I earned that money!” He sat down next to you, still keeping the envelope at a distance away.

“You earned half the money, if you want the rest and want to continue being payed you will attend my needs every weekday of the night until I get tired of your useless stupidity. Don’t you get it Y/N? You’re my property to use as I please. I know your landlord, he’s actually a close family friend of mine if you will.” That couldn’t be, he was lying he was trying to get you not to say anything, which you wouldn’t at the expense of having a place to live and money for food and gas and bills.

“He knows how I feel about you. Hell he even told me how easy you were. One word from me about any wrong move, say taking money from the store thinking you wouldn’t get caught, all I have to do is call him and you’ll be out on the streets. Who do you think he’ll believe. A friend he’s known from grade school, or some skank that can’t even take care of herself?” You were in disbelief and felt like you were at a crossroads. If someone had warned you about Neil Lewis before you moved here you never would have and you felt like you had no privacy, no nothing anymore.

You pondered in your head before you locked eyes with the man who had you at his fingertips in a death grip for life.

Taking in account how speechless you were, he knew what the answer would be.

“So tomorrow night then?” He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face, his blue eyes and the way he smirked made you sick but what choice did you have.

Nodding silently, he tossed you your clothes before throwing the check on the floor, waiting for you to crawl to your golden ticket.

“You can put the clothes on after you go get that piece of paper on your hands and knees, thanking me for being so generous. Give me a kiss.” You leaned in, placing your lips against him reluctantly. His tongue dove in, exploring every inch of your mouth before he bit down on your lip harshly, drawing a small amount of blood.

He tasted of arrogance and cigarettes, a volatile mixture.

He looked at you, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“Thank you. Thank you for taking care of me Neil.” He nodded and eyed the envelope on the floor.

He relaxed back into the sofa, lighting a cigarette as  he watched you fall to the floor his hand mark on your ass cheek, crawling over to the envelope.

You’d always crawl back to him.

[delimeful]

to taste your beating heart (8)

warnings: implied abuse, mild blood and injury, non-graphic blood drinking, vamp thralls, assumptions/miscommunication, lmk if i missed any

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Anx hadn’t really believed the hunters about the whole ‘protecting the innocents’ thing.

Sure, he believed they believed it, but that didn’t necessarily make it true. There were all sorts of ways to ‘save’ someone, and there were all sorts of reasons to deem someone guilty instead of innocent. Especially if that someone happened to be a monster.

Hunters were hunters. They could try and use pretty words to conceal the truth of their occupation all they wanted, but it wouldn’t fool Anx.

They’d realize he couldn’t give them what they wanted soon enough, and then he’d be fair game; subject to however they actually treated the other vamps they ran into.

That’s what he’d thought, anyhow.

After having a coven head waltz into their house like he owned the place, convene for a private meeting with them, and then walk back out without a single threat issued or drop of blood spilled, though, he was beginning to re-evaluate his initial impression.

The entire situation had been so jarring and strange that he’d almost doubted its authenticity for a second, but there was no faking the scent of a coven head. Especially not one as well-established as... Janus.

(Something about the name scraped at him, like sandpaper against skin. It wasn’t the same sharp, piercing pain of ‘Virgil’, but it was disorienting nonetheless.)

He wouldn’t have thought a coven head was even capable of getting through an entire meeting without any blood spilled, especially a meeting with humans. Especially one where the humans in question seemed to spend half the time blatantly bickering with him.

If it had been his coven head that had been treated with such disrespect from beings as reviled and lowly as hunters…

He didn’t even like these humans, but the thought made him shudder.

Things were different around here, clearly. Everyone else already knew the rules, and he’d been left scrambling to catch up before it cost him.

“Fangtastic Four, are you even listening?” One of the insane humans in question prodded him in the side, eliciting an automatic low hiss.

Instead of looking even remotely threatened, Roman moved his finger up to point at Anx’s face instead.

“I’m over here putting my sweat, blood, and tears— mostly the blood, actually— into making sure you don’t wither away into a particularly pointy-toothed husk, and you aren’t even paying attention!” he accused, frowning theatrically at him.

What was this guy even talking about?

“Nope,” Anx replied, popping the 'P' with a casual air that would have gotten him cuffed at best by any older vamps in the coven. “I checked the kidnapee contract and ‘listen to my captor’s ramblings’ wasn’t on there. Add more fine print next time.”

Roman gaped at him for a moment, before pulling back slightly, his lips twisting with something Anx couldn’t read. In the next moment, he had returned to ranting, dramatic flourishes included. “I cannot believe you’re trying to pull the ‘poor, abducted victim’ card when you literally tried to take a bite out of Patton.”

Anx’s shoulders hunched slightly against his will, still waiting for the other shoe to drop even as he opened his mouth to snipe back. “Hey, I just call them how I see them. I was brought to a basement while unconscious, I can’t leave, and I’m wearing handcuffs. Facts are facts.”

Roman sighed exaggeratedly, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. “Yes, well, don’t try to mind-control and-slash-or murder me during this whole bloodsucking thing, and we can discuss alternatives to the cuffs.”

As though the cuffs were the main problem.

“I feel like maybe you’re missing the bigger picture here,” Anx said, before the rest of the sentence registered. “Wait, you’re serious?”

Midway through the process of rolling his sleeve up to expose his vein, Roman raised a deeply judgmental eyebrow at him. “Have you been paying attention at all since my brother left?”

No, not really. Between the lingering haziness of his forced metal retreat and the bizarre fuzzy-feeling instincts that Remus had somehow activated, he’d been just disoriented enough for the conversation going on around him to go in one ear and out the other, leaving little to no actual impact on his brain. Something about research?

Somehow, he got the feeling that the others didn’t actually know Roman had decided to do this now. Letting a moderately untrustworthy vampire feed from him for the first time didn’t seem like the sort of thing they’d let him do alone.

This did explain why they’d returned to the room with the containment circle, though. His nose crinkled at the cloying smell of the runes, and he eyed the inactive circle with distaste.

He could already see the way things would go. He’d get to feed for precisely as long as they deemed necessary, probably the bare minimum required to keep him alive, and the moment he overstepped, all Roman would have to do was yank his arm back over that line and let the burn of the ward do the punishing for him.

What was the point of pretending this was an extension of trust, then? From within the circle, even if he did try to thrall Roman, he wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Hello? Tall, Dark, and Stormy, can we get on with it?” Roman cut into his thoughts, waving a hand in front of his face. Anx barely resisted the urge to bite it. “If you keep spacing out, you’re going to give me performance anxiety.”

“Performing? For what audience?” Anx snorted, and then watched with bemusement as Roman planted himself on one of the halloween-themed beanbag chairs.

“For an actor like me, all the world’s a stage,” he retorted, flapping his bared arm at Anx expectantly. “Now hurry up before I start developing stage fright.”

“What, you want to do it there?” he asked, brow furrowing as his gaze briefly slid over to the convenient, risk-free containment spell that was only a meter away. He was kidding, right?

“Remus said I would faint, and I’m fairly sure he was bullshitting me, but not sure enough to risk cracking my head open,” Roman replied dryly. “I’ve never actually done this bit before, you know.”

That wasn’t really what he’d been talking about, but whatever. It wasn’t like he was going to be the one to insist he be trapped, even if it was the obvious smart decision.

Anx tentatively sank into the matching purple beanbag chair next to the hunter, and wrapped his hand around the wrist of Roman’s arm, which had been helpfully (read: obnoxiously) shoved into his space.

Despite Roman’s faux-casual words, his heart was thumping a little too fast for him to be anywhere near relaxed. An actor, indeed.

Anx checked the doorway again, searching for shadows under the crack or the subtle turning of the knob. Any signs that the other two were waiting to pounce. Anything at all that indicated he was currently walking into the world’s most obvious set-up, other than his own panicked mind.

Nothing.

He frowned, eyes darting back down to the free meal he was being offered, and then sighed. Whatever the catch was, he might as well take advantage of the offer while he could.

Roman shifted antsily, darting glances at Anx from the corner of his vision. “Do you always take this long to— ow!”

—

Roman barely resisted the urge to twitch away as Anx sunk his teeth in, both from pain and indignation alike.

The pain faded only a second or two later, his lower arm going pleasantly numb, but he still felt like Anx could have been a little gentler about it. He would have appreciated a warning, at least!

He opened his mouth to say as much, and found that the part of his brain dedicated to coherent words seemed to have scuttled out of reach while he wasn’t looking.

Everything was a bit distant, now that he thought about it, like all his senses had been wrapped in a hazy layer of gauze. The realization caused a strange swoop in his stomach, but he couldn’t figure out what to do about it.

It was hard, thinking like this. All the important thoughts seemed to slip between his fingers and get lodged in hard to reach places like grains of sand. He blinked several times in rapid succession.

That seemed a little bit not good. Maybe he should have gotten one of the others to chaperone after all.

Anx was lifting his head now, gaze bouncing around the room like a hunted deer before finally settling on Roman.

Roman could feel the vamp’s nervousness, his gut-clenching anticipation, as though it was his own. He could feel the expectation of pain that hovered over his head like a guillotine, ever-present and automatic.

(Had Patton been able to tell just how wrung-out Anx was during his own stint under thrall? It explained the sympathy, at least.)

He also felt the moment that Anx realized that the thrall bond had snapped thoroughly into place between them. That for all his posturing, Roman wasn’t anywhere near experienced enough to throw it off or even resist it.

Anx could strip away his free will with the simplest of commands, and he wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.

He knew this was bad, logically. There was a part of him that was freaking out, but it had been confined to a small corner of his brain and cut off from the rest of him.

Physically, though, he’d never been more relaxed. His heart thumped along a steady metronome, his breaths coming deep and easy. According to his body, there was nothing to worry about.

His body was a dirty traitor, and there would not be any replenishing spa days for it in his near future.

Assuming he still had a future.

His fingers twitched again, and Anx followed the motion, still holding onto his arm with those icy fingers.

He stared at Roman’s sluggishly-bleeding bite mark for a long moment, worrying at his lip with a conflicted expression. Roman tried very hard to feel concerned about the likelihood that he was about to be drained by a vampire, and mostly failed.

“This is so stupid,” Anx muttered, and moved Roman’s arm back over to his side, releasing it.

In the same moment, Roman felt a mental tug, like an intangible line had been pulled taut, and then with a snap, the bond was severed.

For a few long seconds, he sat there, stunned by the sudden wave of sadness he felt at the rejection.

In the next moment, his survival instincts snapped back into place like a lock clicking, and he sucked in a sharp gasp of air, his heart rate kicking up belatedly as adrenaline surged through him. He fumbled for the dishtowel he’d brought and quickly wrapped it over the bite, just as an extra precaution.

“There. I played nice,” snapped Anx, his posture defensive as he watched Roman take big, gasping breaths. “Are you satisfied? Do I get to go home now?”

Roman held up a finger in a silent request for him to wait, still trying to shake the lingering effects of the bond. His whole body had gone from relaxed putty to rigid plastic in less than a second, and it was more than a little disorienting.

It had the added bonus of letting him actually think about his answer for a few moments, instead of letting the knee jerk response he wanted to give tumble out of his mouth. (This is your home.)

“We brought you here because we thought you were V– our friend,” he corrected hastily. “And because we thought you were in danger, and needed a safe place.”

“I’m not him.” Virgil’s glares had always been scathing, but the unnatural purple irises added a whole new layer of eerie.

“Yeah, we picked up on that much,” Roman said curtly, ignoring– for now– the way he’d noticed a hundred little mannerisms that Anx and Virgil shared. “But the rest of it, I’m not so sure we were wrong about.”

Anx blinked, his defensiveness stopped in its tracks by Roman’s easy agreement. “What?”

“Anx,” Roman said, the name strange in his mouth. “Were you in danger? If you went… went home, would it be a safe place?”

For a brief, telling moment, Anx hesitated.

“Of course it’s safe,” he snapped, a beat late. “Safer than I am in a den of hunters.”

Roman worked his jaw, trying not to dwell on all the signs he’d seen that the opposite was true. If Anx had retained even half of Virgil’s stubbornness, there was no point in arguing in circles to try to force him to change his mind.

A different tactic, then.

“If you stay with us for a while, we could at least help you recover some of your memories. You can’t tell me you’re not curious about your life before turning at all.”

Anx’s lip curled up in a half-snarl. “I can tell you that, actually. What came before doesn’t matter, anyways. That’s the whole reason why vamps lose memories after turning.”

“Uh,” Roman blinked, genuinely thrown off. “Not to be contrarian, but that’s not true? Remus was turned, and he probably remembers more stories about our childhood than I do.”

Mostly so he could embarrass Roman at every opportunity, but still.

“I’ve actually never heard of memory loss as a symptom of being turned,” he added, trying not to let his concern crease his brow too obviously.

Anx had gone statue-still, and Roman bit his lip for a second before reaching out to set a tentative hand on his arm. “Are you–?”

“Don’t touch me,” Anx snarled, and in the next moment, he was on his feet and then bolting out the door.

Roman sat upright with some half-formed intention of going after him, or at least letting the others know that their resident vampire was upset, and then promptly flopped back against the beanbag as the world spun nauseatingly around him.

Right. Blood loss. He’d just text them then.

Letting his head fall back, he stared at the deep purple walls of the room and tried very hard to not think about how much he missed Virgil, and mostly failed.

[theheartofrelationshipcounseling]

Why Do I Need Constant Reassurance In A Relationship

Relationship anxiety is normal and can be part of a healthy relationship. When your partner leaves on a trip for an extended period, or you haven’t yet reconciled from a fight, you may feel on edge, waiting for a signal that will reassure you everything is okay.

But what if your relationship anxiety feels like too much? What if it makes you:

Frequently doubt your partner and overanalyze their actions?

Worry about your relationship even when there’s nothing amiss?

Seek frequent reassurance from your partner, friends, and family about your relationship?

Check for signs that your partner still loves you?

Feel exhausted by yourself and the worry you feel?

Understanding Relationship Anxiety

Your partner gave you a look this morning, which triggers doubt in your mind that he’s still in love with you. The panic this thought causes is nearly unbearable (anxiety), so you call your best friend (action), who reassures you that your partner loves you. You feel much better, but only for a few hours before the doubt returns. Why is that?

The answer may surprise you: your efforts to get rid of your anxiety accidentally reinforced what you were feeling. You taught your brain that because you took action to get rid of the anxiety, it should pay attention to it. Over time, your brain learns that your relationship doubts are worth paying attention to, and if they’re worth paying attention to, it must be because they are realistic, valid, and credible fears.

The Cycle of Relationship Anxiety

1. Something triggers anxiety. “My partner didn’t say I love you this morning. Is he angry with me? Is he thinking of ending things?”

2. You take action. “I’ll have a glass of wine/ read relationship self-help blogs/ text him first.”

3. You feel temporarily relieved because you feel relaxed, get the reassurance that you need (the blog says, “he’s probably stressed about work”), or successfully rationalize your anxiety away (“I don’t need him anyway”).

4. Because you took action, your brain thinks there must have been danger. It learns to take your anxiety seriously and becomes more sensitized as it scans for “threats” to your relationship.

5. Because your brain is looking harder for them, more “threats” are discovered. Your relationship anxiety occurs more frequently.

Overcoming Relationship Anxiety

The most extreme form of relationship anxiety is a subtype of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) called relationship obsessive-compulsive disorder. However, you don’t need a diagnosis to benefit from the principles of OCD treatment (called Exposure and Response Prevention) to overcome your relationship anxiety.

Breaking this cycle for good is a simple, two-step process, but can be painful and frightening and should be done under the guidance of a licensed therapist.

Breaking the Cycle Exercise

(1) Wait for a trigger or imagine one. Expose yourself to the doubt you have about your relationship and the fear it causes. (“My partner is annoyed! Does she secretly hate me?”)

(2) Prevent yourself from taking action to lessen your anxiety about it. (“I’m going to sit here and be with the feeling instead of taking action. I am not going to reassure myself or rationalize these thoughts away.”)

(3) Sit with the doubt you have. Stop trying to fix it. Stop trying to feel less anxious. In fact, ask for more anxiety. Say to yourself, “I hope I am scared about this forever.” Accept your worst what-ifs as a possibility.

(4) As you stay in this place of letting yourself be as anxious as possible without taking action, your anxiety will naturally rise, peak, and fall. Whether it takes 5, 15, or 90 minutes, sitting with your fear in one-pointed concentration and not letting yourself do anything else will eventually give way to boredom that will then compete for your attention. Stay with it until your anxiety is half or less of the intensity it was when you started.

It may feel utterly counterintuitive to sit with the anxiety, lean into the doubt, and refuse to seek reassurance about your worst fears. Research shows this practice to be one of the most helpful methods of overcoming relationship anxiety, and it may be exactly what you need. This process teaches your brain that your fears are not such a big deal. In turn, your brain learns to give your doubts less emotional weight.

Anxiety attacks what’s most important to you; if you have relationship anxiety, it’s because you value your relationship highly. You may have past trauma that makes it hard to trust you are loved. Our highly-trained and empathetic therapists have the gentleness and expertise to help you overcome feeling disconnected from your partner, anxious, and looking for answers.

There’s hope. We are here for you, as a couple or individually. Reach out to us to schedule a free 15-minute consultation.

[alexgalaxyboo]

FINE IF THE PEOPLE INSIST (<- acts like this isn't exactly what I want to do anyway)

So the mission is going tremendously well and our boys find themselves at yet another fancy nighttime event of sorts.

Graves is being his usual annoying ass self and Soap is really close to his fucking limits here which, lemme tell you, is really rare. Because—general sidenote—my mans is very dedicated and overall just.. doesn't “break character” easily. He's a professional, he knows how to act, he knows how to fake a smile and pretend he's interested in conversation and everything right? But Ghost is also incredibly observant and he's started noticing the little tells that Soap is uncomfortable—the way he bites the inside of his cheek when Graves says a stupid joke and the smile that doesn't really reach his eyes; so different from the way his entire face lights up when Ghost says one of his stupid puns. The way he sometimes absentmindedly digs his nails in his thigh every time Graves has started telling some obviously fake story and boasting about whatever bullshit as if he's restraining himself from strangling him as much as Ghost is—he sees it all.

So there comes a point through the night where Ghost decides this is too much and kind of subtly drags Soap off into a balcony for some much needed fresh air and a smoke break from Graves and he's so relieved because he's had it up to here with his bullshit and he's absentmindedly ranting about it before he realises, it's proper winter time and he's forgotten his coat inside.

Soap curses and starts rubbing up and down his arms to warm himself up but Ghost does some quick thinking and—being the absolute gentleman that he is—just takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over his shoulders.

Pause for a moment to consider Soap who is, by no means a small guy, and yet still swimming in the large jacket which is still warm from accumulated body heat from Ghost or whatever and smells like him and all in all mans just never felt more safe and comforted in his life before.

So some homoerotic lighting each other's cigarettes and a much needed break from everything (during which Soap keeps on asking Ghost if he's really not cold and he's freezing his fucking ass off but he'd never admit it and insists he isn't. Nonetheless, Soap ends up putting an arm around his waist and pulling him close to share warmth) later, they finally head back inside.

Problem is, Soap forgets to return the jacket.

Which signs the alarm in Graves' head and he turns bright green with envy. So he starts trying to one-up Ghost and like figure out what it takes to appear better than him in Soap's eyes (that's literally impossible but anyway) and maybe ends up getting too handsy or whatever as he drags Soap off for another dance which obviously absolutely INFURIATES Ghost and he gets up to intervene. Soap shakes his head from the other side of the room because he's dedicated to the mission but—in Ghost's defence—he's literally there to make sure Soap stays safe and isn't uncomfortable or in danger.

He tries to subtly pull Soap away or something but Graves doesn't really get the memo and long story short he ends up having to physically drag him off and Graves punches Ghost in the face.

Cue all hell breaks loose and they have to make a run for it.

But before any of that, (god bless you Hype and your gigantic brain) Graves goes to shoot Ghost. But maybe he's a few too many drinks in and is kinda sloppy and maybe Soap just happens to notice before Ghost does and he jumps in front of him to shove him out of the way and ends up—you guessed it—getting shot in the shoulder.

Ghost hastily pulls him away and since their ride to leave isn't supposed to be there for another hour or so yet he finds the first way out; a nearby motorcycle.

Normally this is where I'd push my sexy biker Soap agenda but seeing as he's heavily injured Ghost has to drive and Soap is just clinging onto him for dear life as best he can with one hand, with Ghost constantly anxiously reaching out to touch his hand as he's driving and lightly shaking him to keep him awake. Somewhere in-between the adrenaline and stress of it all he almost doesn't realise just how close to him Soap is and how they're pressed flush against each other until they come to a halt.

They stop somewhere near his apartment because he's been unable to contact Price back at base and fears he'd be leading in Graves' men—who are hot on their tail so he doesn't wanna risk going there.

He stops the bike in some side alleyway and helps Soap on his feet. From the distance they can faintly hear yelling and they're not sure if they're chasing them or are random irrelevant passerby's so in a bit of a panic Soap just tugs on his sleeve and mumbles "Kiss me," which obviously completely stops all of Ghost's brain function because yes he'd totally love to any time but why is that relevant at that moment so he stares at him blankly and Soap just sighs and pulls him down by his shirt collar.

It's only when he turns them around so anyone passing by the alleyway can only see Ghost's broad back and someone else making out against the wall that he realises Soap meant as a distraction until momentary danger passes and maybe his heart sinks a little but shhh don't tell anyone.

It takes them a while to untangle from each other's arms only when Soap almost goes limp against Ghost since he still very much uhh has been shot and is actively bleeding so once they're sure no-one's around Ghost hurriedly helps him inside and up to his apartment to bandage his arm and hide while they wait for Price to contact them back.

It all started with one thought. Hey I rlly wanna draw some sort of femme fatale esque Soap.

So I went to bother @hyperfixationwizard about it, as you do.

The initial idea was obviously that he's seducing Ghost but then I thought hey it'd also be really cool if he was seducing some other dude (which of course ended up being Graves) and Ghost was his like.. bodyguard I guess.

Cue a metric fuckton of pining and jealousy they're in denial about.

So—to set the scene. The 141 and co are some sort of secret spy group blah blah blah, tasked with gaining very important information from none other than the CEO of Shadow Corporations, who is none other than Philip Graves of course.

Soap and Ghost are leading the mission, with Soap intended to seduce Graves, earn his trust and then gain access into .. like the company's super secret database so they can find the info they need to expose them. Or something. The plot is still in progress (he says, meanwhile together with Hype they wrote approximately 6k words or so between the two of them).

The plan is simple, or at least it seems simple enough until Ghost starts finding himself very very jealous that Soap is flirting with Graves. Like how dare that asshole even LOOK in his direction. Not because he's in love with him or anything, absolutely not what are you on about.

Soap of course is no less interested in Ghost—big guy, mysterious and cool, nice voice, what is he missing, really—and maybe he is more friendly chatty and flirty than he claims he is with everyone. Even if he was, Ghost can't really tell because he's busy being down bad so it's fine.

And things go according to plan, y'know? Attend a gala here, go to some fancy meeting there, maybe a date for like.. golf or whatever stupid rich assholes do, I wouldn't know, but they're earning Graves' trust and that's all that matters.

And maybe somewhere in between all that, Soap and Ghost kind of have.. a Moment™ where Soap asks for help to put a necklace on and asks Ghost for help. There's something about the feeling of his bare fingertips (because he'd have to take his gloves off, no?) so faintly brushing against the skin on his back, something about the intimacy of literally baring his neck to Ghost (because he trusts him and it's quickly becoming clear he doesn't just trust Ghost to watch his back he trusts Simon) and somewhere between all of those some things they probably stay frozen there in front of the mirror for longer than they should've and longer than it should've been acceptable.

They do snap out of it though, with Soap meeting Ghost's gaze through the mirror and shooting him a wink before hurrying off pretending his cheeks weren't burning red.

Funnily enough, that same night or maybe a day or two later, when Graves presents Soap with a necklace as a gift and insists on helping him put it on himself, Ghost finds his blood boiling at the way his hands linger around Soap's neck, peering over his back to admire the pretty piece of jewelry and is about seconds away from murdering him on the spot—subtlety and diplomacy of the mission be damned.

Ta-da!

(there's ,, more to it I guess but this post is getting very long so ,, feel free to ask anything and everything as always lmao)

[munson-blurbs]

Hello my darling sister wife! How about a little angst where reader meets Eddie and he’s all touchy and affectionate with her and she thinks he likes her back, but then she realizes he’s that way with everybody! Up to you if it’s a happy ending or not 🥰 - @corroded-hellfire

Went with angst to fluff because apparently I have an aversion to leaving things angsty :/

Warnings: some language

WC: 1.1k

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"So this is the crew!" your co-worker, Robin, makes a sweeping motion with her arm. "You already know Vickie and Dingus, of course; and this is Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie. Everyone, this is Y/N!"

Nancy and Jonathan give shy waves, with the girl throwing in an obligatory, "Robin's told us so much about you!" You smile back at them.

Eddie, on the other hand, throws a tattooed arm around your shoulders and brings you in for a bear hug. "Welcome to our weird little family," he says with a laugh. "We've been expecting you!"

You get butterflies at his touch; it doesn't help that his deep brown eyes are the loveliest you've ever seen and his smile could light up a room. His hands leave your body too quickly for your liking, and you try to hide your disappointment as he picks Robin up and swings her around.

It seems that Eddie's a touchy-feely kind of guy with all of his friends: bumping chests with Steve when they win the coin toss for movie choice, tossing a piece of popcorn in Vickie's mouth from across the room and high-fiving her when she catches it, and laying himself across Nancy and Jonathan's laps with and teasing, "don't make any Byers babies tonight, you two!"

It’s embarrassing how much you want him to flirt with you, how much you crave his attention. While he’s bothering Jonathan and Nancy, you take the opportunity to plop onto his chair, pretending like you don’t notice his jaw drop in mock-offense.

"Hey!" he calls out, rolling off of the annoyed couple and marching over to you. "Get up, you little seat stealer." He grins as you stick your tongue out at him defiantly.

"Finder's keepers," you tell him, snuggling deeper into the La-Z-Boy, your legs dangling from the armrest.

"Oh, that's how it's gonna be?" Eddie leans over and slips his arms underneath you, scooping you up from the chair. A heat creeps through you as one hand wraps around your torso, the other around your thighs. You expect him to place you back on the ground; instead, he seats you on his legs. "Here, we'll share," he compromises. The rest of the group seems unfazed by this display of affection, further confirming your suspicions that this is simply par for the course with him.

When the movie ends, everyone stays where they are. You're certainly not complaining.

"God, that Alex woman was crazy!" Eddie groans. "How could he not see that from the start?"

Steve laughs. "Please, Munson," he jokes, "if that was Chrissy, you wouldn't notice, either."

You wrinkle your nose at the mention of the girl's name. "Chrissy?" you ask, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Is that your girlfriend?"

"He wishes," Robin snorts. "She was his crush all throughout high school, always lusting after her and her pom-poms." She waggles her eyebrows at the double entendre.

She was a cheerleader, you think woefully. Probably had a perfect body, perfect hair, perfect...everything. You shift slightly so that you're looking at him. "You never asked her out?"

"Nah," Eddie shakes his head sadly. "Almost asked her to prom, but then I chickened out."

"Plus, Jason would've kicked your ass," Nancy adds, and Eddie flips her off playfully.

"Fair point," Eddie mutters. "'Scuse me, sweetheart," he says to you, and you smile at the pet name, "gotta take a smoke break." Jonathan stands up to join him.

Once they leave, you work up the courage to ask your friends the question that's been on your mind all evening. "So, um, what's his deal?"

"Eddie?" Nancy says. "What do you mean?"

"Like, we just met and he's already sharing seats with me and calling me sweetheart," you explain, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously.

Steve laughs. "I swear, that guy flirts and doesn't even realize what he's doing." He doesn't say it to be mean, but it still stings, like there's a reason Eddie shouldn't be flirting with you.

Vickie notices you wince at Steve's comment. "If you're interested, we can totally do some snooping," she jumps in. "I think you'd be cute together, actually."

You shake your head. "No, it's okay," you mumble. The last thing you need is a blow to your ego when he inevitably replies, "Yeah, she seems nice, but she's not my type."

"I'm gonna head home," you tell them with a sad smile. "It's been a long day." It truly has been; you'd worked a double shift at Family Video before coming over to Steve's place for movie night. You hug everyone goodbye as you grab your bag and walk towards your car.

You pass by Jonathan and Eddie sitting on the steps, deep in conversation as they take drags from their cigarettes.

"Whoa, hey," Eddie says softly as you scoot by. "Where y'running off to, sweetheart?" There's that nickname again; you pray he can't tell that you're blushing.

"Wha-oh. 'M just tired; gonna go back home." You're suddenly too shy to look at his face. Your brazen move of taking his seat seems foolish now that you know he wasn't actually flirting.

Eddie stands up and fixes his jacket. "Aw, okay," he pouts. He glances down at Jonathan, who gives him a small nod and stubs out his cigarette before going inside.

"It was nice to meet you," you tell him, desperate to make your escape, but he gently grabs your wrist before you can run off.

"Hey, um," he stammers, "do you like pizza?"

You almost burst out laughing at the question. "Yeah, who doesn't?"

"People without tastebuds, I guess," he looks at you through his long eyelashes. "Would you maybe wanna get some with me? Some pizza, I mean? Like, tomorrow or something?"

"Like a date?" you ask, hoping you don't sound too earnest.

"Y-yeah," he nods. "If that's okay with you. If not, we can hang out as friends. Just wanna get to know the girl who dared to de-throne Eddie the Banished." His bravado creeps back in with the last statement, making you giggle.

"A date sounds great," you answer with a big smile, and you see his shoulders relax. "Pick me up at 6?"

"6 is perfect," Eddie replies, and you give him your address. "See you then, sweetheart." He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before re-joining his friends.

And though you're already halfway to your car, you can hear a loud chorus of cheers when he announces that he's scored a date with you.

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[snowrobin-133]

If that's okay could i request the dorm leaders with a reader that is as strong as Malleus with magic but they're harmless by nature? Like, they're basically a second Idia Agskavzkavs-

They have those random moments where MC they feel like they could fight god but other than that? A ball of stress and anxiety.

KEJDJSJSJS I FORGOT THAT I HAD ASKS I’M SO SORRY-

Riddle Rosehearts

At first he thought you were a pitiful person, someone as anxious and socially awkward as you? Being dropped in a place like this? What a bad combo

But when he found you facing off with some notorious bullies, he was treated to a total shock as you stood up to the bullies with not a single ounce of nervousness in your attitude or body language

And then you absolutely destroyed them when they picked a fight!

He was shook

Too shook that he overlooked the fact that you just broke a school rule-

Riddle had a newfound respect for you and your talent in magic, although his behavior towards you didn’t change that much

The only difference is that he would go to you sometimes when he needs help with certain magic, although it’s more of a last resort than anything else

In fact, he became a bit more exasperated because despite being so strong, you were still weak and harmless in nature, despite your confident moments of fighting god

Still, he cares for you and helps you out whenever you’re feeling anxious

Leona Kingscholar

Extreme herbivore is his first thought when noticing that you’re nothing but anxiety and stress

He didn’t bother paying much attention to you until you faced off with some savanaclaw jerks

Him and Ruggie happened to catch it and Ruggie was about to intervene but was unable to as you swiftly took down the jerks

Leona looked at you in surprise before bursting out laughing, catching your attention and making you revert back to your normal attitude

Leona laughs even more as you scurry away

He will never let that incident down as he constantly teases you and tries to get you to act the same way

He always finds amusement in your switches of attitude, teasing you whenever you say things like I will fight god!!!

In general, he found a new source of amusement and always looks forward to that burst of confidence

In fact, he kinda wants to spar with you just to see how strong you truly are or more accurately, he just wants you to defeat Malleus for him

Leona will also want to recruit you in his Magift/Spelldrive team just to beat Malleus ad be able to brag about his win for once

Azul Ashengrotto

He’s in the game club with Idia, he’s used to this behavior, let’s be honest

Although he’s still surprised when he sees your strength, in fact, he might try to lure you into a contract just to get it

But considering your anxiety streak, Azul waves the thought away as you’d probably run away as soon as he mentions anything about you entering a contract with him

Regardless, he’d find you as someone that’d be useful, ignoring your anxiety, and often tries to get you to work for him

Every time, you run away

RIP Azul

Still he doesn’t give up

Even if you aren’t working for him, your bursts of confidence at random times never fails to amuse him, albeit exasperate him from time to time

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim looks at you in awe and respect, building up your ego whenever you have a burst of confidence by complimenting you and asking you to show him some magic

And he doesn’t really understand how you can be so anxious and stressed considering your awesome magic!

It doesn’t really matter though, as he tries his best to make you feel better!

Sometimes he’ll ask you to show off at some of his parties, but if you’re feeling terribly anxious, he’ll leave you alone, but he might fly off during the party at some point to check up on you

Which always earns him a scolding from Jamil

Even so, Kalim adores you! Regardless of whatever mood you’re in!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil’s a bit surprise at your attitude whenever you have a burst of confidence and is often exasperated, both when you’re an anxious mess or a confident fool

Still, he finds it a tad bit adorable and smiles slightly when out of sight at you

Often tells you to settle down when you’re bursting with energy

He’s somewhat impressed at your prowess though despite his lack of comments on it

Just like many others, he’s somewhat curious to see if you can actually compete with Malleus on equal terms, but refrains from saying anything

In general, Vil doesn’t mind that much that you’re more powerful in terms of magic than him

He doesn’t indulge much when you’re being confident, but he tends to give you compliments and tries to lessen the amount of anxiety you feel

Of course, Vil does it subtly because like he still has an image to maintain lol

Idia Shroud

His instant thought is you’d be a DPS in a game. Thinks of all kinds of mechanics and stats you’d have in a game lol

So in general, he doesn’t really care that you’re as powerful as the most powerful student in school, he just wants to chill with games and whatnot

Idia’s actually pretty glad that you’re rather similar to him in terms of usual attitude

He does NOT know how to deal with you when you’re being confident though

In fact, you terrify him

He just runs as soon as he notices that you’re about to go into that mood, or brings out his tablet and hides behind it

Anyways, he’d be twice as happy if you like virtual games just like him

As such, game nights almost every day, with Ortho scolding the both of you when he finds the both of you awake at 6am

Ortho is very glad that his older brother found a friend though! Not so happy that you two are staying up tho-

In general, Idia is both extremely terrified of you but also thinks of you as being like his soulmate, whether it being platonic or romantic soulmates, he doesn’t care, he’s just glad to find someone to enjoy his hobbies with.

Malleus Draconia

Very surprised

When you first met, you cower at the very height sight of him, nothing like how you’re acting right now with a momentary burst of confidence

A small child of man that normally prefers to curl up into a ball out of anxiety, can not only rival him in power but also act prideful and confident, a far 180 from your usual attitude

And then you go back to being anxious when he mentions it

Malleus is unable to contain his chuckles but assures you that he isn’t laughing at you

He finds it quite amusing that such an anxious mess like you can act the way that he does at times

Although you feared him quite a fair bit at first, you warm up to him quickly as he’s someone you can easily go to to escape any sources of anxiety

Malleus often invites you out for his nightly walks as well, although it earns you both a scolding from Sebek, you mostly for endorsing Malleus lol

Malleus enjoys your company a lot and finds a lot of amusement in your bursts of confidence, although he never indulges in your challenges of duels or whatnot regardless of how powerful you are, simply because he doesn’t want to end up going overboard in the heat of the moment

Sorry that Kalim, Azul, and Vil’s hcs are rather short, I couldn’t think much for them :/

Anyways, thank you for reading!

[helpinghanikan]

Shared Secret

Echo x reader (soulmate AU)

Sum: It takes suffering for Echo to find his soulmate.

AN: You ever start a fic and just keeps coming out wrong. But you've already put the time into it but it just doesn't work no matter how hard you try so you just wrap it up and post it to get it out of your head? Yeah, That's what this is. I might have accidentally used feminine pronouns for the gender-neutral reader. If you mind them please let me know.

Echo should have been considered defective long before joining clone force 99. Unlike the other four his mutation wasn’t as noticeable; just a little shape, something akin to a squiggle behind the shell of his ear.

Clones didn’t have soulmates: They’ll never get a mark, never have a partner, family and never be anything other than a trooper for the Republic. Echo has been told this multiple times over the years. Not that it stopped him or any of his brothers from talking about it in whispers or drawing little designs where no one could see them.

Fives had found the mark when they were cadets.

“You do this?” he asked while giving Echo a haircut.

It took two mirrors and quiet a bit of frustration before Echo saw it for himself. Back then he was excited about it. Keeping Fives awake for most the night talking his ear off about the thing. What his soulmate looked like, where they could be, maybe that he could meet them someday?

“They could be a jedi or something.” Echo had said under the covers with his best brother.

���Don’t bring that up to General Ti. Don’t bring it up to anyone actually.” Even under the darkness of a blanket and dimmed lights Echo saw how Fives’s face dropped. “Long-necks will know that you’re…” Fives hadn’t wanted to outright say defective. “and they’ll decommission you. You gotta keep this a secret.”

That was the last time Echo had talked about it. Sometimes he’d think about it, about the one out there who was marked as his. It was easy to get lost in those daydreams about the impossible.

He’d see them just before going to sleep, their appearance changing every time to match every possibility. On transport to this or that he wonders what they could do: not just the expected fun stuff but general life to life. A lot of vids show the husband getting breakfast ready before work; he could do that. He could kiss them before they leave and hug them when returning. He daydreams about the negative things too. Like arguments, because of course there’d be some kind of argument. Even then he could do that, because at least an argument meant that they were there.

Echo had plenty of time to enjoy these fantasies while in stasis. He wasn’t aware of really anything on Skako Minor. Dreams of his one and only mix with memories of explosions and strategy meetings. Eventually it’s impossible to separate his fantasy from memories. By the time Rex is in front of him it takes a moment to that it was really happening.

 “Take care of him,” Echo heard Rex say inside the medical wing of Anxes where Echo was immediately forced onto a gurney. “Please. He’s been through enough.”

This was your first introduction to Echo. Where you looked down at malnourished man with concern but smiled when looking to the captain.

“And I won’t put him through anything else.” You told Captain Rex.

Like all clones Echo was polite to you and the staff. A lot of “yes, ma’ams,” “no sirs,” and “Thank you” s when a normal person wouldn’t have done the same.

“Nice to feel another human’s touch after so long.” He said when shaking your hand.

Hours after being pulled from stasis and Echo was still freezing to the touch. You tried to ignore this during the handshake, but you had to pull away quicker than necessary. Immediately apologizing when Echo’s faced dropped at your reaction.

“I’m sorry, that was rude.” You say, hand reaching up to toy with the mark behind your ear.

This mark touching was a common habit throughout the galaxy. Like some part of our brains think that touching our mark was close enough to being comforted by a loved one. A dead giveaway about your emotions but it seemed to work on some level.

Echo felt a tingle, or a small shudder, when you did this. He could just blame it on where your hand had gone or just being overly sensitive with everything that has happened. But he still looked up at you when it happened, only now remembering his defect.

“Echo?” You ask, seeing his face disassociate and go blank.

He blinks and shakes his head a bit. Coming back to himself to answer. “It’s alright. Really, I’m just…”

“Tired?”

“Sleep is the last thing I need. But I am kinda hungry…”

It hurt when a clone said they were hungry. Their rations gave the bare minimum in nutrients, just enough to get the job done. It tasted awful and was likely the reason most troopers could be considered almost underweight. What’s worse was how most would never taste anything other than those rations.

Not that any of your patients would ever be one of them.

“I’ll get you something good, okay?” You said, leaving his room before he ask what it would be.

Wherever you were deployed the necessary supplies would come with you. Like other doctors this consisted of medical supplies and tools. You were special in that it included noodles, space-tomato sauce, and rounded meat.

A simple recipe that had countless variations throughout the galaxy. A lot of children had this as their favorite meal. After most of the clones get a taste they tend to say the same. Echo was no different: Sitting up straight in his bed when you entered with a steaming bowl in your hands.

“If you don’t like it I can find you something else, no problem.” You said, although he already had a mouth full.

“Even those rations bars would taste good right now but this…” He said spinning the fork around. “Thank you.”

“Your welcome, Echo. If you don’t mind I would like to do a quick examine.” You said, taking a step sideways to look at his back.

There’s a slight pause in his eating when you say this. Although he nods there is a distinct tensing in his muscles when you first touch him. The spaghetti in his hand acting as a distraction from your hands.

Echo wasn’t just going to need a doctor; he was going to need a mechanic to take a look too. The metal was heavy and would ting when tapped. He could decorate himself with magnets if he ever wanted a new look. Those would be jokes to save for later.

Following the metal up to his head you were gentle on his skin. He’s still freezing like no man should ever be. Although you were basing this on touch it’s surprising that his heart was still beating. Once upon a time Echo was darker like his brothers, experimentation and manipulation had made him paler. The only one you’d seen lighter was Crosshair. Maybe that would be something he could bond over later; at time you start with the magnet jokes.

His hair is gone and would likely never return. Metal was wrapped around the back of his head in a single line. It’s impossible to say how deep it goes into his head without a scan. Echo is going to need more than a doctor to help. You made a mental note to get someone from robotics in here later.

He flinches when you get close to his ears.

“Sorry,” You say but don’t let go. “Are you in pain?”

“No just…You can keep going.” He says, and you do.

It doesn’t take long to see why he had flinched away. His mark was better hidden than others, but it wouldn’t be hard to find on accident. Especially when it was in the same exact spot as your own. The same almost silly squiggle shape in a faded blue color. Like it was decided last minute to give the two of you a mark. Leaving no time to design anything cool and just slapping whatever on your skin. In this moment that squiggle was the prettiest thing in the galaxy.

It was hard to try and explain everything to Echo. All he saw when you stood and looked down at him was a smile. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, thankfully staying silent while you leaned forward to show the back of your own ear.

While Echo was smiling his had a certain layer of concern behind it. The smile eventually leaving completely as his mind starts to fall in on itself. Already becoming overwhelmed at the thought of how his life would affect you. How you were now part of his secret and not just a face that changed with every fantasy.

He wanted to laugh at the universe for making him suffer just to meet you. He wanted to cry for the future he could have had with you if things were different. He wanted to scream in fear that you were now part of a secret that could put you both in danger. Most of all; he wanted to hold you, to be held by you. He wanted so much…

At least you could do was give him a touch. Your hand, warmer than any star, against his cheek. Saving him from his own thoughts. He blinks slowly and looks up at you.

“Clones don’t have soulmates.” Echo says. His eyes dreamy but voice sad.

The cot groans a bit when you sit down. Now eye level with Echo who you still caress with one hand.

“I really don’t care what clones do or do not have. Because now I have you.” You say.

“I have you.” He repeats, using his only human hand to cover yours.

[heenuna]

「 🖤 」 ：your presence heals ⠀「angst」

genre: angst, vampire!au

pairing: reader x sunoo

warnings: crying, anx*ety, m*ntal bre*kdown

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hot tears stream down his face one by one as he tucks his legs under him, trying to hide not so much from the world as from himself. a suffocating feeling of anxiety, fear, hopelessness covers every cell and doesn't allow him to take the desired breath. the possibility of drowning is too great.

“I'm so afraid to outlive you. I don't want it so much,” it flashes through his head every time he looks at you from his dark corner, into which the sun doesn't fall. his cold hands forcefully squeeze the already inanimate flesh, and a new wave of hysteria covers him, forcing him to emit a quiet, plaintive cry mixed with exhalation. his lungs and heart hurt so much.

soon he detects hurried, light footsteps. it's you. it's definitely you, but it doesn't matter anymore, he still doesn't find the strength to get up and remove the remnants of a nervous breakdown from his face. you find him where he was, and your heart breaks.

you don't remember rushing to him, falling on your knees and wrapping your arms around him. it doesn't matter anymore, nothing in this world has the same degree of importance as him. he's the most important thing. and he doesn't react to your touch, just hides his face in his knees and whines, shaking.

"sunoo, look at me,“ you beg, gently stroking his shoulders, back, legs, everything you can reach, “please look at me!”

“y/n, please leave.." he mumbles, trying to calm the tremor in his voice. all your love, all the warmth that you give him, all this seems unattainable to him. he's not worthy of all this. "y/n, i'm a monster, please leave..”

his words run like glass through your heart, leaving scars and bleeding wounds that it seems you will never be able to heal. you let him out of your arms and sit on your knees in front of him, holding out your palms to his face. they perfectly encircle his cheeks, he doesn't resist when you finally lift his head, looking at him: swollen, red eyes that seem so glassy; bitten, reddened lips; traces of previously dried tears.

he looks so broken, but it doesn't matter, nothing matters when you lean over him, kissing his forehead. his body shudders once more, not daring to look at you, to say something to you.

your lips gently cover his face with warm, gentle kisses, for which you only have the strength. "Sunoo, look at me,“ you whisper, smiling at him through all the pain that you feel because you can't calm him down. this time he does as you tell him, and your eyes meet.

it's enough to make him cry again. they slowly, as if in slow motion, flow down his cheeks and along your fingers, however.. they're hot. even scalding. he bites his lower lip, not daring to take his eyes off you, not wanting to do it.

“i..”

"it's okay, sunoo, I understand everything,” you shut him up, not giving him a new reason to cry, not wanting to see your lover so broken. he nods cautiously, and then leans towards you, eager to get in your embrace once again.

his head fits perfectly on your shoulder, he buries his nose in your neck, feeling the warm, sweet aroma of freshness, love and, what he lacks most of all, life. you are so alive that he cannot give up on you, your scent envelops him, creating a barrier from his own essence.

you protect him from himself, and it worries and calms him at the same time. he needs you, and because of that, he's ashamed. he shudders again, and then he speaks up, very quietly, barely perceptibly, “y/n, i'm so afraid that one day we won't be together anymore and i'll be alone again, alone with myself. i hate what I've become so much..” his whisper seems so far away and so close, your heart constricts, and a lump forms in your throat.

your fingers gently run through his hair, forcing him to at least relax a little and close his eyes. he finally sees not a dark haze, not a frightening darkness, but the light, and the source of this light is you.

“i'm glad you are. if it wasn't for you, i wouldn't have been able to survive..” his voice trembles, and you kiss the top of his head. you don't stop him when he starts crying again. you know how important it is to him, so you just stay with him until his tears run out and he falls asleep, finally feeling relieved from the burden that was placed on him. your presence heals.

and his presence heals too.

eternally.

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rin: decided to try a vampire!au, happy halloween 🎃🦇👻

[bwoahtastic]

here's the thing I'm thinking about so we know omega seb is just a menace all the time. Nico tho....he stores up his menacing. Which means that when he finally needs to brat, get that energy out because he's been too proper too buttoned up for too long. He puts seb to shame. Going after Lewis and fucking with him the best cause he knows where all the buttons are. Maybe using his Britney locks and pretty looks to make the alphas jealous - anything to cause chaos and (eventually) put in his place.

Oh plss!

Nico being quite uptight a lot of the time, so conscious of himself and how he holds himself and he doesn't let anyone see him as anything else than perfect.

But this energy stores inside him, building and building until it's too much anx he needs to let it out, and the pack is just happy he trusts them, but it is a lot of work when he is in this mood sksk!

Pls Nico just all coy and teasing, blonde hair falling into his face and he is biting his lip and looking through his lashes at the Alphas but then just plays hard to get and leaves after a few nips or an almost kiss

He loves teasing and annoying Lewis because he knows just what will piss him off, but he also will piss of Michael from a distance so the Alpha can't get him ksksk.

Just nico going around causing chaos and they can't figure out who can settle him cos even Michael or Mark have no effect on the Omega.

Then jenson comes in and when Nico prances over to annoy him, Jenson just doesn't give him the chance, curls his fingers in that golden blonde hair and brings him in for a deep open mouthed kiss, definitely messy and noisy but he doesn't give up until Nico stops trying to bite his lips and tongue and is instead purring against him!

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts

Part 21:

You were nervous, practically fainting under the pressure as you pulled open the hospital’s front door. The trip to Jaku was fairly easy, only a brief 45 minutes, and in that time you hadn’t managed to calm yourself at all.

You stomach was rolling with nerves- twisting and turning and making you feel so very sick. You tried to reason with yourself, tried to convince yourself to lower your expectations. There was nothing for you to be worried about, here! You hadn’t lied! Or hid anything, or pretended like you were a good person when you maybe weren’t. 

Bakugou did that. He did that and he was the reason your eyes were still puffy and why your head still ached. He had things to apologize for- not you.

So why did it feel like all you wanted to do was throw your arms around him and forget everything and just be happy?

The longer you sat with it, the more you thought you understood. Even if he was bad, even if he did bad things, he was still your soulmate. He was still the other half of you and you were selfish- so, so selfish and you couldn’t make yourself give that up. Couldn’t ever possibly make a strong enough argument for abandoning him. You knew that, even if you didn’t want to admit it. It was why you were even at the hospital after all.

You shook your head, trying to focus on the matter at hand. 

“Hi,” You greeted, hoping your smile seemed genuine to the receptionist. “Bakugou Katsuki, please, room 427.”

She just looked at you funny, tapping at the device in her ear. “Yeah, I got another girl down here asking for Dynamite? Where’s security?”

You heart began seizing, lungs stuttering with panic as she continued to stare you down. After a long fifteen seconds she spoke again.

“Well, isn’t it your lucky day. Apparently, he wants to see you. What a surprise.” She announced un-enthusiastically, handing you a slip of paper. “Take the stairs to the left, all the way up to level 4, and then follow the instructions on the paper.” 

You just nodded in a daze, holding the paper in your shaking fingers and moving towards the stairs. Suddenly, you were even more nervous than before. You pushed open the stair doors, and realized this moment felt bigger than you. Bigger than anything in your entire life. Every singular event and decision had brought you here and the only thing you could do was stare dumbly at the stairs in front of you.

No. You knocked a closed fist gently against your forehead. I’m fine. I’m been waiting forever for this shit. It’s just stupid Bakugou.

You took one step, pulling your shaky legs along with two hands on the guardrail. Another step, only pull. Another step another pull. You were conquering the stairs, and this moment, gaining momentum before you knew it. With feet moving unbidden and sure and careful and climbing, you rise, steps taking you higher and higher until you hit the 4th floor. It’s a maze of hallways from there, a strange puzzle of paintings that all look the same and tiles that are two shades too dark and doctors and people rushing past and shoving, but your feet are steady, one after the other, fast, fast, faster, and you don’t falter. You don’t falter and you walk down another hallway, look at your paper, take a left, walk a little further, look at your paper, take a right, walk further and faster and further and farther, past room 423, past room 424, past room 425, past room 426, turn another corner, rush past a man wheezing in a wheelchair, skid to a stop- room 427. 

You heart hammers in your chest- beating against your ribcage and threatening to burst through your too-thin skin. Your breath shudders, fingers shaking as you push the door- push it open, and wider, and widest, and open.

His face is the very first thing you see. It’s all you can see. All the machines and the hospital bed, all the bandages and the IV’s stuck into his skin- they all fade away. There’s just him and his blonde hair and the way his shoulder’s slope and the defined musculature of his arms. He is real and breathing and solid, and so, so, beautiful. Bakugou’s every breath seems to arrest you, keep you in place and strung tight like a live-wire, electricity running trails of fire through every vein- and his eyes.

His eyes that are darker, deeper, duller- less like raging volcanoes, and more like delicate rubies. They’re red. Red like nothing you’ve ever seen before, and startling and surprising, but it’s not an angry red. Not a violent red. You decide then that Bakugou is a soft, dignified red- he’s hot wax cooling over a sealed envelope, like a slowly healing cut just beginning to fade. 

Something in you slots into place. You feel it in your mind, in your bones, in your chest. You’re not itchy anymore, you’re not searching. There is no puzzle left to solve and your finally have all the pieces to your soul; no longer aching anymore for something you knew you should’ve always had. Your skin is finally yours- no longer loose and ill-fitting and stretched thin saving room for someone you hadn’t met yet. You felt right- finally. Settled for the first time in your entire life, like somehow, you’d always knew you’d end up standing exactly where you were.

You think Bakguou must feel it too. He nods something almost imperceptible, but his face softens. He looks so sure- so confident as he looks at you. Like he always expected you to be exactly who you were. Like some part of him too always somehow knew this was going to happen.

You’re tearing up before you can help it, rushing into the room and to his bedside.  

“What are ya fuckin’ cryin’ for, idiot?” Bakugou huffs, but his voice comes out strained; buried under thick, barely-restrained emotion. “Nothin’ new left to cry about now, stop it.”

“I can’t,” You’re wiping at tears with your sleeve. “After all this time- my whole life- It’s just- you’re- you’re you. ”

“Course I fuckin’ am.” He says. Bakugou then clears his throat, voice becoming much softer. “Always was to you.” 

“I-I know. But it’s just- you’re real.” 

He can’t say it back, you can see it in his pinched face and blushing cheeks, but Bakugou nods. You know he feels the same. 

“It’s- I- I just didn’t think I’d ever be here,” You start, sinking easily into the chair next to his bed. “And after everything I jus-”

“I’m sorry!” His voice interrupts the relative quiet, cutting through like a knife. He nearly screamed his words, and when you look over at him Bakugou won’t meet your eyes. He’s studying the hospital blankets beneath his fingers, folding and clenching them between fingers gone white from the pressure. “I- I mean that. More than fuckin’ anything.” 

“I know.” You say.

The room goes quiet again, and any of the calming completeness you had felt earlier seemed to be fading. Suddenly it’s not just the feeling of finding your soulmate running through you, but the feeling of finding Bakugou. Bakugou who is sitting in front of you, injured and weaker than Dynamite and he doesn’t look like someone who could hurt anything or anyone but then you remember that video- that scream, those eyes. 

“Just- fuckin’ say it already. I can see your face, idiot.” Bakugou’s voice is authoritative but not pushy. Inquisitive but not demanding. “It’s- I know your holding back, so just fuckin’ quit it already, alright?.”

“It’s- I just need to know. You said, on the phone, that it wasn’t you, in the video.” You close your eyes. If you look at him any longer you think you’ll lose your nerve. “If it wasn’t you, who was it?”

“I-” You watch as his face falls, eyebrows pulling together. Then he’s turning red, wringing his fingers together and casting his eyes toward your shoes instead of your face. “Can ya- can I- I just have to think. Give me a second. I have to make sure I get the fuckin’ words right.” 

You nod. Bakugou seems to leave you for a moment, eyes un-focusing and fingers twitching minutely. He suddenly looks up, meeting your eyes.

“It’s- I shouldn’ta said that shit. It was- I did that. Me.” He admits, words tight and strained like they’re hard for him to speak. He’s got a hand pressed to his mouth, head turned sharply to face the window. He refuses to meet your eyes once more. “But- I’m not- I’m tryin’ not to fuckin’ be like that anymore! I’m workin’ on it or whatever. Since then! E-ever since then.” 

“Okay.” You nod. “What happened to the person? In the video?”

Your question seems to upset him, and he throws his hand harshly against the bed. Bakugou breathes- eyebrows pinched together tightly until his shoulders aren’t held together so tensely anymore.

“I told you. I didn’t- everybody always talks about that fuckin’ stupid-ass video but it was only the camera!” He grits his teeth suddenly, sharply inhaling and exhaling until his jaw relaxes once more. His eyes still remain screwed shut. “I meant that. What I said on the phone. The fuckin’ person was fine! Wasn’t fuckin’ hurt. J-just scared.” 

You want to believe him. More than anything you want to believe him, but those eyes you saw were hard to forget. They almost seemed like they belonged to someone else- like they couldn’t possibly have belonged to the same guy who’d called you sunshine and helped you with your anxiety and cleared his schedule every night at exactly 7:00 PM. The Bakugou you had come to know was so far removed from the man in the video- the scary, feral, thoughtless man who seemed to attack someone without just cause.

You closed your eyes for a moment, bringing your hands together in your lap. He said he was trying- he made it very clear that was true with his careful breathing and the way he asked for time to think about his words first. The Bakugou sitting in front of you was not the same man in the video. His eyes weren’t violent erupting volcanoes anymore- they were slowly crystallizing gemstones. Precious, valuable things still slowly changing into something new.

“Okay.” You nod. “I believe you.”

Bakugou cracks open his eyes slowly, looking intensely at you. Something anxious in his eyes melts away, relief filling his features and settling in the barely-there curve of his smile. His shoulders relax and he takes a deep breath and a crackle, a pop and-

“Did you? Was that-” You point at his palms. “Was that your quirk?”

“No! Fuck no, why would you even fuckin’ say that- obviously not, because my quirk is fuckin’ cool not some shitty, embarrassing, tiny-”

“Bakugou.” You interrupt sternly, staring him down. “Honesty, remember?”  

He groans, and flushes. His hand crackles again, something small and dancing just across his palm and Bakugou races to cover it. He then wipes his hands on his hospital gown harshly, turning his entire body toward the window to cover the way he’s still blushing. It doesn’t work though. You see him all the same.

“Yes.” He admits, and he just sounds so defeated, it makes you crack a smile. “But don’t fuckin’ say anything, okay? It’s all your fuckin’ fault, damn woman! Started the first time you called me and I can’t get it to fuckin’ stop no matter what I do it’s-”

“Can I see your hand?”

“H-huh?”

“Your hand,” You reach toward him gently. “I wanna see. Give it.” 

Bakugou doesn’t look at you, just raises his arm and jabs it out toward you. The movement is stunted and awkward, like he can’t control his limbs right, and when you look at him his entire neck has started going red too. He waves his extended hand impatiently, urging you to get on with it.

Slowly, so very slowly, you poke a single finger into the smooth skin of his wrist. Just a feather-light touch. A near-weightless pressure against soft skin.

Pop.

You poke him again.

Pop.

Suddenly embarrassed, you pull both your hands to cover your eyes and blushing cheeks, and begin giggling uncontrollably.

Pop. Pop. Crackle. 

Bakugou moves so brashly that it startles you, and he’s pulling his hand back to him, and curling it into his chest. He’s using his other hand to press into the crackling one, finally smothering the sound of a last few pops sounding off. When you finally peek between your fingers, he’s somehow redder than before. 

He’s adorable and you’re laughing and you can’t stop laughing because he’s shy and embarrassed and so defenseless against you. Every part of you is warm from the top of your head to the burning tips of your toes, your smile spreading so wide that it over takes your entire face. 

“It’s-it’s not fuckin’ funny!” Bakugou shouts. “Stop goddamn laughing, you shitty fuckin’ woman! It’s a good quirk! It’s not fuckin’ funny!” 

“It is.” You agree, gasping to catch your breath. “It’s a very good quirk Bakug-.” 

“K-Katsuki!” He shouts suddenly, interrupting you entirely. He seems surprised at his own outburst, blushing again and smacking his hand against his forehead. He groans. Loudly. “It’s- I- Katsuki. That’s my name.” 

“O-oh. Okay.” You say shakily, heart beginning to race once more. “K-Katsuki, huh?”

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Bakugou screams. Just howls something deep and defeated and animalistic from the bottom of his chest. It fills the room, seemingly taking up all the space, and you could’ve sworn the windows were rattling. You start laughing.

“Fuck! Oh my god! You fucking did this to me, shitty woman! You- you’re- stop fucking laughing!” Bakugou is screaming, arms gesturing wildly. “This isn’t fucking funny! Something is seriously fucking wrong with me! A-and and you don’t even fucking care! You just think it’s funny! I’m fuckin’ broken, fuckin’ suffering, and you’re laughing!”

“It’s- I’m not!” You shakily defend, barely able to complete the words. 

“See now you’re just fuckin’ lyin to me! Goddamn fuckin’ liar for a soulmate!” He’s yelling, hot air and fire and irritation seeping from his lips. “You know, it’s just my fuckin’ luck too, you know! To end up with such a fuckin’ idiot for a soulmate! Who just fuckin’ keeps laughin’ and lookin’ cute an-”

Bakugou screeches. He throws his hands down on the bed, palm up, full-on miniature explosions beginning to spout from his fingertips.

“What the fuck did you do to me? What the fuck- I-I didn’t say that! You didn’t hear anything! Would you quit fuckin’ laughing at me?” 

You just hold your palm up, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. Bakugou stares at it, burning holes so intensely and brazenly, so utterly focused and enraged that it sends you into further hysterics. It takes you a good five minutes to sober up.

“It’s- I’m not. I’m not laughing at you.” You lean forward in your seat, just a little bit closer to the guardrail of the hospital bed. “You just- you make me happy ‘sall.”

Bakugou gags. Audibly. The sound rips from his chest and up his throat and contorts his face.

“Don’t just fuckin’ say that!”

“What the hell?” You ask incredulously, hands flying wildly. “You literally told me you like me over the phone! Literally yesterday! But now you’ve got a whole ass problem with me saying that you make me happy? What the fuck, angry man?!”

“It’s- I didn’t- fuck!” He shouts, voice raising to cover yours. “Stop makin’ me remember all this embarrassing shit! You’re doing this on fuckin’ purpose! I know you are, shitty woman!” 

“I wouldn’t make you remember it so much it you just fuckin’ owned up to it in the first place, you coward!” You screeched. “If you already said it, and I said I like you, then what’s the big fuckin’ deal, huh?” 

Bakugou suddenly goes quiet, his hands fidgeting with the sheets. He chuckles. “You said you like me. Again. Fuckin’ dork.”

“Oh my god! You’re fucking infuriating! No-no don’t just sit there and fucking grin at me! That’s- stop!” 

And truly, you meant it. You wanted him to stop looking at you like that, stop crinkling up his eyes, and most of all stop smiling because you didn’t think your heart could handle it. Everything about him made your blood boil, and every nerve stand straight on end- but it was good too. So warm and comforting and just funny. 

He was Bakugou and Dynamite and your Soulmate. All in one, awkward, crackling, loud fucking package. 

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ee hav sum fluff ,, as a ~reward~

[emo-typewriter]

Analogical Week 2022

Day 7: Free Day

Dancing

Word Count: 333

Warnings: Swearing,

Available On Ao3

@analogicalweek

Logan and I had been dating for a few weeks now, quickly getting more comfortable with each other. We were sitting in his library, him reading to me, as usual. I was laying down, my head in his lap, half asleep.

“What the hell is this?!” I flinched, sitting up, seeing Roman there.

“We were reading a book Roman,” Logan spoke calmly

“Why with him? And why like that?” Roman hissed.

“Get over it Roman,” I hissed.

“While I do agree with Anxiety, I would say it nicer. This is none of your business. And you and Anxiety should get to know each other, and stop being so bitter towards each other.”

“Why would I get to know him?” Roman and I had said that at the same time.

“Anx, please. For me?” Logan asked softly.

“Fine Lo. I’ll do it for you,” I mumbled, as he kissed my cheek. I smiled at him, laying back down.

“Roman, if you would kindly leave, we would like to resume our book,” Logan spoke calmly.

He left. Logan and I calmly finished our book with no other distractions.

I felt myself being summoned, so I listened to the call, seeing Roman and Logan there.

“What’s going on?” I asked, confused.

“In an act of good faith, and celebration of your relationship with Logan, I am lending you both my ballroom for the night.” He then snapped his fingers, and Logan and I were in Roman’s ballroom, in suits that were in our styles.

“Do you know how to ballroom dance?” I asked him nervously.

“Yes. Roman taught me.”

“I don’t dance,” I mumbled.

“I will teach you.” I nodded calmly. He set us up, in some weird position, and he instructed me on what to do.

We spent a few hours trying to dance, though I kept failing, and messing up. Logan kept reassuring me that it was okay. And for once it was. Everything would be okay as long as Logan was with me.