#but ngl when i’m mid-writing and getting on a roll i don’t want to stop to go grab sources

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

first draft making progress (but it still feels very scattered, as first drafts are wont to do)

[thesetrashimagines]

You’re a Curse Baby Pt.8

 A Jujutsu Kaisen imagine series (reader insert)

Warnings: blood, gore, fighting, mentions of suicide

GIF IS NOT MINE!

Pt.7

AN: This is so late and I am so sorry! Shit’s been real tough for me lately and I honestly haven’t had the time to sit down and write either but I finally was able to! Ngl I glanced this over so if there is a lot of mistakes, my bad lmao.

Are they trying to kill Yuji?

You sprung into action.

Literally.

You ran and jumped in between the two men. Pulling your leg back, you kicked the bigger male in the center of his chest. He flew through the air then gravity pulled him down and he bounced across the ground before coming to a complete stop as he slammed into a tree.

“Y/n!?” You whip around to face Yuji, “Yuji! Are you okay? Why was he attacking you?” The pink haired boy stared at you wide eyed, “You’re bleeding! What happened?” You furrowed your brows and looked down at your feet. “I ran into a curse and got into a scuffle.” He followed your line of sight, “You’re feet! I can see bone! How did I not notice that?!” You stared at his bloodied face, “Stop worrying about me, look at you!” He waved his arms around, “I’m fine! You’re the one with blood coming out of their mouth!” You brought your hand up and felt around, he was right your skin was slick with blood. “Yuji I’m fine, really, but we should go before he-”

“That was a pretty good kick first year!” The tall figure walked towards you with a bloody foot print on his chest. “I’ll do it again if you continue to try and hurt Yuji.” He laughed and wiped at his chest, smearing your blood. “What kind of women are you into?”

“What?” You said while lifting your hood back over your head.

“I’m evaluating you. So tell me, what’s your type?”

Your brows furrowed, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because the kind of woman you’re into says a lot about the kind of person you are.”

“He asked me too.” Your head turned to look at Yuji, “And you answered him?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Itadori and I are best friends, me and him are destined to be best friends based off of our similar taste.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t have time for this. Are you trying to kill Yuji?”

“Even though we’re best friends, I don’t hold back in fights.”

That was not what you wanted to hear.

“Then the fight ends here. We’re leaving.” You turned your back on the larger man and motioned to Yuji to follow you. “I don’t think Gojo has taught you well enough. Everybody knows not to turn your back on your opponent!” Your senses kicked in when you felt his fist come towards the back of your head, tilting it to the side slightly his fist flew over your shoulder. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him over yourself, once he hit the ground you stepped on his shoulder and pulled till you felt his limb give resistance. “I meant it when I said I don’t have time for this.” Two hands grabbed your shoulders, “Y/n! Stop! He wants to fight me so let him do it.”

“No Yuji they’re trying to kill you! I won’t let that happen again.” You continued to look down at the large man as he struggled under your grasp, “How are you so strong?” You ignored him and shoved his body back down with your foot. “He won’t kill me.” You shook your head, “How can you be so sure? Before I jumped in, he and the rest of his group had the intent to kill. I felt it Yuji.” You didn’t notice your hold was starting to grow shaky. “I can fight for myself! I’m strong Y/n! I don’t need your help!”

You froze.

He didn’t need your help, he didn’t want your help,

He didn’t need you.

It was like he shot you in the chest. You let go of the mans’ arm, “Okay...” With slow steps you turned away from both of them and began to walk into the forest once again.

“Y/n wait! Where are you’re going?” You paused mid step, and for a moment you wanted to tell him where you were going but your thoughts were all over the place and that aching feeling in your chest was hard to ignore. You were having a hard time trying to get your emotions in order, to stay stable and not cross over that line. All of those past memories were flooding your mind and was making it hard to think straight. You weren’t too sure where you were going but you knew you needed to leave.

You turned and looked at Yuji from behind the black lenses, and without a word, you lifted a single finger and swiped it across the ground, a bolt shot out and set the grass on fire.

Yuji watched your head turn down slightly, purple flames reflecting off your glasses. Without moving or showing any signs of command, the flames grew in size, further separating the two of you. He stood there in shock as your hooded figure turned away and disappeared behind the fire.

What just happened?

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Numb, pathetic, empty, useless

You shook your head trying to get rid of the overflowing emotions inside of you. You trained long and hard to keep your feelings in check, you couldn’t let yourself succumb to these emotions. 

You had to stay calm, focused, and level headed.

“I don’t need your help!”

Your hands clutched at your chest.

“You’re a monster, created from fear and hatred.”

The sky above you grew dark and roared loudly. You clenched your teeth.

“No.....”

“I never wanted you!”

Rain began to pelt down as you took a haggard breath.

“You are nothing to me!”

“Stop it.........please.”

You smacked your hands over your ears and squeezed your eyes shut.

“You think he cares about you?”

The pressure inside your chest weighed heavy on your lungs, you could barely breathe. You knew what was causing this, your cursed energy was stating to go haywire again and your unstable state of mind was not helping.

Your legs continued to carry you forward further into the forest blindly. Your mind was muddled, you couldn’t hear anything, your eyes wouldn’t open, and your chest was so tight it hurt to breathe. Your senses felt raw, tingly, they burned. Anything with a life source was setting off your internal alarms, your instincts were telling you to fight, to protect yourself. There was so many energies coursing through the forest, some were cursed, some weren’t, either way all of it had you on edge.

You dug your fingers into the side of your head as the voices continued to taunt you.

“You’re a curse, humans are scared of us.”

“You are a thing of nightmares, your purpose is to cause pain.”

“You think I want help from the likes of you?”

“Traitor.”

“I never loved you!”

“You were a mistake!”

“You.”

You stopped walking and blinked open your eyes, there in the distance you could see something standing facing you. You blinked a few more times to clear your vision and that’s when you recognized them.

It was the pale curse. They were in the forest, only a few meters ahead of you.

“Wha- What are you doing here?” Your hands shook as you lowered them to your sides.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Your head started to pound again, causing you to groan and clutch at it again.

“It seems that you’re having some trouble with your energy.” You growled, “Shut up.” Something that sounded like a chuckle came from the curse, “Are you scared they will kill you if you let go?” You glared, “I could care less if they killed me, I’ll probably deserve it.”

“Maybe you’re scared of yourself.” A shiver ran through your body, “Don’t say it....please.” The pale curse stayed silent for a moment, then it’s voice rang through your head once again. “You’re scared you’ll hurt them.” You felt a sob get stuck in your throat as images of your friends laying on the ground in puddles of blood and charred wasteland surrounding them.

“Get out of my head.”

“I don’t have the abilities to do that, not like you.”

A scream left your throat as your arms whipped to your sides, long purple electrified talons sprouting from your hands. “LEAVE! NOW!” It felt like a flood had broken through a dam. Energy rushed through your body so fast that it sent a shockwave making the trees sway and bits of grass fly through the air.

The pale curse straightened up, “I see you stopped holding back. Must be very freeing for you.” You took a wobbly step forward, “What I’m feeling doesn’t concern you or anyone else.” You squared your shoulders and lifted your hands getting ready to attack. “I’m not here to fight you.” You let out a dry laugh, “Too bad.” The pale curse shifted their leg back and readied themselves. “You could still join us.” You snarled, “I will never join you!” Lunging forward you went for a close range attack, the pale curse raised their arm and took the swipe to the forearm. “I see you’ve adapted.” Branches shot out and pulled you in closer, little wooden barbs hooking under your skin. You gritted you teeth and drove your talons deeper into their arm, “I have a good teacher.” A white fist hit you and sent you backwards. You slammed your talons into the ground and slowed yourself down to a stop, “It’s too bad he won’t be around much longer to see your growth.”

Your breath hitched.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you think I’m here?”

The sky turned dark and boomed with thunder. Purple lightening danced around your skin and sizzled on the ground. You felt out of breath, like your lungs had been ripped out of you. It took you a moment to realize that it was fear, fear had clawed it’s way into to your body. “N-no.....you, I won’t let you kill him...” Tears streamed down your face as you tried to breathe. “I don’t understand your attachment to these humans.” Long violet tendrils jumped along side you as you began to walk forward. “Mahito was right, they have you trained. You’re nothing more than an experiment to them, an oddity.” You raised your hand, talons shrinking back into your fingertips then shooting four large bolts back out. The pale curse jumped to avoid them but you kept sending more out. It’s white mass hopped from tree to tree, running around you to try and trip you up. You became annoyed from the constant moving so you decided to shoot out four more tendrils, this time keeping hold of them like a rope, and aimed just ahead of the large white body. The pale curse ran right into your teethers and let out a strangled cry as you pulled them closer. With it’s one arm it tried to claw at the electrified rope and then choosing to try and grab at the ground. You yanked so hard they became air born, that’s when you tighten your hold and pulled them back down. As the white body started to plummet to the ground, you jumped and met the pale curse half way, rearing your hand back you punched them over and over and over. They jerked back with every hit, grunts and groans sounding from them.

You were blinded by rage, a deep burning sensation to kill, to hurt, to protect. Being consumed by anger, you didn’t see the pale curse bring their arm back, but you definitely felt their fist slam you down. You hit the ground with a loud bang, layers of dirt breaking under you. Letting out a groan you opened your eyes and through the broken lenses of your glasses, saw the pale curse standing over you. “Is that all you g-” You felt another energy, whipping your head to the side you saw Inumaki standing a few feet away, “GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!” The cursed speech user stood for another second, another second too long. The pale curse raised a hand and a wave of wood came bursting out of the ground and towards Inumaki. His eyes widened as he turned and sprinted.

You tried to get up but a large wooden poke was thrown at your chest, piercing right through you and lodging you into the ground. You looked at the pale curse and watched as it followed Inumaki back to the school.

“NO!”

You went to sit up but stopped once the searing pain became too much. Letting out a whimper, you grabbed onto the end of the spoke and slowly began to pull it out. Maroon blood seeped out of the wound and puddled in your lap. With one final tug you pulled out the wooden peg and threw it. You looked down at the whole in your chest with a grimace, now wasn’t the time to sit and wallow, you had to go save your friends.

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“Stop it foolish children! I merely wish to protect this planet, that is all.” The pale curse bowed slightly.

“It’s a curse spouting nonsense, don’t listen!”

“This is on a whole different level from any lower grade cursed spirit.”

“The forests, the oceans, and the skies all weep so vehemently I can longer stand it, it is impossible to co-exist with humans any longer. The Earth knows there are some humans who are kind to the planet but how much does that insignificant affection help?”

“All we desire is time.”

You jumped off the roof, “That is your reasoning for this? All of this destruction for change?” You walked ahead, purple sparks hopped about your person before shooting into the ground.

“These humans tainted our lands, why do you care for them? Why must you fight against your own kind?” They gripped onto the white sheet covering their other arm. “Then you teach them! Make them understand but killing and hurting them will get you nowhere!”

“Y/n?” You glanced at Megumi, his eyes widened at the state of your body. “What happened?” Your hands pressed against the whole in your chest, “Oh, nothing. I’ll be okay.”

“You traitor.” The pale curse straightened back up, “Helping them after everything, this planet can shine blue once more, given a bit of time. Some time without humans!” Branches broke through the tiled ground, “Please die and become sages!” You spread out your arms and bright purple bolts came out in a web like formation, big enough to cover the human boys behind you. “Go! I’ll buy you time!” The other two began to run but Megumi seemed apprehensive, “GO MEGUMI!” He stared at your bloody and beaten figure in front of him, “I’m not leaving you behind!” Large wide tree trunks pushed against your resolve. “You won’t! I’ll be right behind you!” The black haired boy hesitated for another moment before taking off. Once he caught up with the other two he looked back and his eyes widened at what he saw, large branches had circled you like a cage and even a few of them had impaled you but you stood there, maroon blood dripping down your chin and smile on your face. Your lips moved as you said something he couldn’t hear, and then a bright light flashed accompanied by a deafening crack that sounded like a whip sounding through the air. The 3 boys slowed to a stop when a harsh inhuman cry came from the pale curse, squinting from the intense purple light, they could see a dark silhouette hobbling towards them. “RUN! It won’t help them back for long!” It was you, running as fast as you could on your damaged feet, flames of purple illuminated from behind you where they could see the cursed spirit thrashing around in pain.

When you caught up to them, you grabbed Megumis’ sleeve, “Hurry!” The four of you entered the door and ran down the many hallways.

The only sounds you could hear was the boys’ shoes thudding off the floor, it felt like hours had went by when it was only a minute when a strangled yell cut through the noise. The sounds of wood and glass breaking came soon after, the walls shook as the tidal wave of branches came crashing through. Kamo turned around, “Here it comes!” You readied yourself when Inumaki spoke up, “Stop it!” You froze, unable to move, you knew he was able to direct his speech at a specified person or curse but why was his technique affecting you now? Was he directing it at you on purpose? Or was he directing so much energy at the pale curse that his technique somehow wasn’t refined enough and got you too? It didn’t matter, Kamo clapped his hands together and shot something like a blood bullet at the white curse. The blood skimmed it’s head, breaking a few pieces of its exoskeleton off. “The wounds will heal quickly let’s go!” Kamo ran past you and joined the other two up the steps but you were still stuck. The marbled curse moved it’s head in your direction.

“Y/n!”

Somehow Megumi’s voice broke you out of the speeches hold, able to move your feet again you started running.

“Why didn’t you run?” You looked at Megumi’s face, his eyebrows pinched in agitated worry. You looked at the other two who were glancing back every once in awhile. Deciding it was too late already you told the truth, “I couldn’t, Inumaki’s speech was so strong it roped me in.” You saw Inumaki falter when he realized what your words meant and Kamo’s opened eye widened. “What does that-” You saw a window, “Jump!”

The four of you landed on the roof and waited for the pale curse to come. “You’re a curse?! Does Gojo not care for the future of jujutsu tech?” You glanced at Kamo then back at the building, “We can talk about this later.” He narrowed his eyes at you, “First Sukunas’ vessel, now a cursed spirit? I should exercise you right now!” You saw Megumis shikigami, Nue, come around the building. “I said we can talk about this-!” Another large wooden spoke speared through your body and sent you backwards. “Y/N!” Megumi’s voice grew quieter as you travelled through the open air. You yelled in frustration as you once again plummeted to the ground, landing next to a stream. Luckily before you hit the earth you turned yourself in the air so the wooden stake couldn’t stick into the ground, a little ways away you heard another crash followed by Megumi and Maki’s voices. Running as fast you could you came up from behind the marbled curse, Megumi had blood coming out of his mouth and there was some kind of budding plant growing out of his abdomen and Maki had a branch lodged in her shoulder. Maki broke the branch and something that looked like Megumi’s divine dog jumped at the pale curse, immediately dispersing into black smoke as Megumi fell to his knees. Maki went for another attack but the pale curse dodged and hit her in the face, as she flew back a branch shot out and wrapped around her and lifted her into the air.

Water splashed around your bare feet as you trudged towards the three of them.

I need to save them.

You gritted your teeth at your dilemma

But if I send a shock through the water it’ll get Megumi.

Thinking quickly you took a small leap out of the water and when your feet made contact with the creek you sent out a bolt of electricity, not enough to seriously hurt Megumi and barley enough to affect the marbled curse. You heard Megumi let out a gasp as his body spasmed and watched the white curse fold in on itself slightly, making Maki sway in the air. She yelled out to Megumi but got no reply.

“I’m sorry!” You crouched and took another jump, this time onto the back of the pale curse. “I didn’t hit him with enough to seriously hurt him, he should be okay!” You grabbed onto the white curses head started to hit them repeatedly. Something landed in the water in front of the two of you, braking the marbled curses hold on Maki. It was Yuji and the tall guy. Your moment of distraction was enough for the pale curse to grab you and throw you off of them. Needless to say you were tired of being thrown into the dirt.

“Forget it Itadori, you may think you can handle that thing but-” Megumi threw up blood. You got up and rushed over to him and the tall guy walked over holding Maki, “Megumi save your voice.” You looked down at the plant in his stomach, the magenta buds smiled razors at you, they were soaking in his cursed energy. “Panda.” You looked up at the built male and then over your shoulder at Panda, “I’m right here.” He grabbed Maki from the human male, “take these three and get them out of the veil, according to the report from Nishimiya this is a anti-Gojo veil so the rest of us can come and go without any issues.”

“Wait not even you can-”

“Fushiguro, it’s okay.” Megumi had a look of shock on his face from Yuji’s words. “Looks like you finally realized it, those who are growing wings are forever untouchable by the rest of us. And that’s where exactly Itadori is standing right now.” Megumi growled, “If you die again I’m killing you myself.” Panda leaned down to the both of you, “Come on now, let’s go.” Panda lifted Megumi over his shoulder and turned to you, “Oh no, I’m fine.”

“Y/n you’re not-”

“I’m fine Megumi, just a few scratches....and holes but I’m okay and I’ll make sure Yuji comes out of this alive and breathing.” Except from Megumi and Yuji, the rest of the jujutsu tech students looked at you in mild confusion. “Go on Panda, we’ll see you guys later okay?” Megumi looked at you one more time as Panda ran off, “Pandash!”

“Looks like I better not die then.” Yuji stretch his arm in a circle. The taller boy came out of the stream and stood next to you, “I’m not gonna lift a finger to help you know that right Itadori?” You went to step forward but a hand grabbed onto your shoulder, “And you’re not either.” You looked up into dark eyes as they stared down at you. His eyes trailed over your features, clearly taking in your inhuman eyes. You huffed at him and looked back over to Yuji. “Not until you land a black flash. If you can’t land a black flash then I’ll watch you die. No matter what happens, got that?” You looked at the Kyoto student with scowl on your face. There was no way you’d let Yuji die, even after everything he’s said to you, you wouldn’t let him die, you promised.

Yuji nodded, “Yes.”

The two of them stood in the creek and stared at each other for a bit. The marbled curse rose their hand and a ball of roots grew from their fingertips. “So you can talk, that interesting. There’s something I wanna ask you, are you connected with a humanoid curse spirit with a patchwork face?” You tensed up, When you had access to Mahitos memories you saw the marbled curse along with the volcano, an octopus, and a man who went by the name Geto but you never told anyone of what you saw, it had escaped your mind after Junpei died. You didn’t want to remember anything from that day.

“And if I say I am?” Yuji didn’t immediately close the space between them, something the pale curse took notice of, they threw balls of tangled roots at Yuji, which he dodged as he closed in on the curse. He started to punch them but you could tell he was holding back, the pale curses body was left wide open and that’s when Yuji went to strike. Only when he hit the spirit there was no cursed energy in his punch, though the sheer strength from the hit did knock the curse back. The marbled curse barely lifted their hand and branches came out of the ground aiming for Yuji, he jumped back and landed next to you. The larger male turned to Yuji, “My friend,” He slapped him, “Anger is a trigger for sorcerers and it can work for you both ways. A sorcerer can be taken down in a fight simply because he accidentally enraged his foe, and the opposite is also true. Sometimes they loose because their own anger disrupts their cursed energy so much they can’t exercise their abilities. Your friend has gotten hurt and your honeymoon with me, your new best friend. So take it from me, I completely understand your boiling with rage. But that rage is too much for you! So put it away for now!” He slapped Yuji again. “So how do you feel? You clear headed now?” Yuji had a determined look on his face, accompanied with a smile, “Yeah no stray thoughts left. Thank you for that, my new best friend!” The pink haired boy walked back out into the water. You stared at the two human boys in confusion and amusement, the taller male literally hit some sense into Yuji. The pale curse got into a fighting stance as Yuji came to a stop then in a flash, they charged at each other, roots came out of the ground once again and tried to cage Yuji but he was too fast. Yuji had gotten close enough to the curse to land a punch, this hit was imbued with cursed energy, black and red aura surrounded his hand as he hit the curse in the abdomen.

You could see how much more powerful that cursed imbued hit was compared to any other punch Yuji has ever made, was that the black flash?

The male next to you smirked and let out a little chuckle. “He’s done it.” He joined Yuji in the water and went on about how now Yuji knew the taste of cursed energy and that he finally understood the power he was using. The pale curse regenerated its arm back, reminding you of your own injuries. You looked down at yourself and assessed the damage, multiple holes littered your torso, your feet were still missing pieces of flesh and muscle, and you were sure your face was covered in as much blood if not more then the rest of your body. You supposed now was a good time to heal then ever, Yuji and the other boy didn’t want your help anyways, you were basically making sure they wouldn’t get killed.

You glanced up at them to see that the pale curse had taken off the white sheet and was now using their other arm, which was black in colour and had a flower sprouting from their shoulder. There was branches and roots everywhere, constantly coming from the ground, the two boys seemed to be dodging them well and using the new ground as leverage as they ran around on the wood. You sighed, sitting back and watching this was not easy. Sitting on the ground you closed your eyes and focused your energy on your injuries. You let your energy cover you from head to toe, swirling back and forth as you tried to heal everything at once. Doing it all at once isn’t the best idea but you didn’t care, the faster you healed, the stronger your body would be in a fight. If you healed now, the amount of energy used would weaken your technique but with a stronger body, you could withstand many attacks as your energy came back. You opened your eyes and looked around, there was no one around. You scrambled off the ground and spun around trying to look for the two males.

“Todo!” That was Yuji’s voice! You started running towards his direction. Through the trees you could see the larger male, who you were guessing was Todo as Yuji yelled out to him again, be thrown about with a root wrapped around his ankle. Yuji was fighting off the pale curse and Todo was heading backwards towards a wall of wooden spikes. You gasped and went to fire off some bolts when Todo clapped his hands and switched places with the white curse, the curses body was impaled by it’s own spears and blood gushed out of their mouth.

They switched places, that must be Todo’s technique. Your steps faltered as you watched Yuji and Todo continuously switch places and land hit after hit on the pale curse. It was amazing to watch how fast and efficient the two of them were, their teamwork was a incredible. After awhile you could see how the pale curse was starting to adapt to the constant change, it was throwing a punch every time it expected to be moved. From where you stood at the side, you watched Yuji hit the pale curse over and over with the black flash, even when he was also taking hits form the curse. He was fighting well. Your chest swelled with an emotion you’ve never felt before, you were happy for Yuji, he was doing so well. But that moment of joy went away when the marbled curse rose their arms and a giant bud sprouted out of the ground, the little spuds with teeth gnawed on the air waiting to find their host to feed off of. Todo clapped his hands and Yuji switched places with the curse. The Kyoto student started harden his body with cursed energy.

You sprung into action.

You sent out multiple bolts at the buds, each one letting out a screech as they burnt to a crisp. You ran full speed at the pale curse, grabbing onto it you threw the two of you away from the human boys and skidding across the dirt. You rolled on top of the curse and drew your arm back then slammed your fist into it’s white chest, purple sparks covered the two of you as the curse let out a pained yell.

Yuji gasped when the giant plant behind him went up in a blaze of purple flames. He watched as the cursed spirit grabbed you by the neck and tossed you off of them. You jumped back up and ran at the curse again. The curse jumped up into the air in an attempt to put space between the two of you but you weren’t having it, with a leap you met the curse in the air and the fight resumed. Yuji couldn’t move as flashes of light and loud thunderclaps filled the sky, it was like he was watching fireworks. One more bolt darted out of your fingertips and hit the marbled curse, the blast sending them back down to the ground in a flurry. You dropped back down to the dirt and approached as the white curse fumbled to get back up. Long purple claws grew out of your hands and you swung at the pale curse, each time they would panic and dodge your hits. The curse started to send roots at you wildly, you easily missed them. You retracted your talons and began to shoot bolts at spirit again as you ran after them.

Todo ran past Yuji, “Come on!” The two boys followed you and the other curse until you got to the river again. Then Todo clapped.

You were back standing in the creek. What had Todo switched you with? A fish?!

Your attention was drawn back to the forest as you watched some of it’s life source get sucked up from the ground. “What the...” You ran out of the stream and followed the greying plants. The flower on the curses shoulder had blossomed and was creating a strong cursed energy output. “Todo!” Looking behind the curse you could see Yuji running towards the taller male, “Stay back brother, it’s emitting a lot of cursed energy.” The bright yellow energy pulsed and grew in size. “Yes you could still easily avoid it with your technique. So what shall I do? Domain-!” You leapt onto the back of pale curse and wrapped your arms around it’s head in a choke hold.

“AH! You-!” You tightened your hold, “Shut up! I’ve heard your speech a million times!” The pale curse grabbed at you wildly but you kept a strong hold on their neck. A sharp pain erupted from your back and weakened your grip just enough for the marbled curse to grab a fistful of your tunic and pull you over their shoulder. You slammed onto the ground in front of them and they brought their fist down onto you over and over. Your body was hit, slashed, and stabbed for a period of time, in the distance you could hear Yuji calling your name but for your plan to work you knew you couldn’t answer him. You looked up at him with your swollen and bloody face and smiled. With a new surge of energy you got out from the curses hold and roundhouse kicked them in the face, sending them back. While they were still going through the air, you ran at them with your purple talons unsheathed. You swiped and slashed at their chest, long jagged wounds bled a deep maroon. The marbled curse began to hit you back. The two of you went back and forth exchanging blows and blocking others. Then with a strong right hook, the pale curse hit you causing you to stumble and for everything to go blurry.

“Y/N!” Yuji called your name again and began to run towards you, Todo not too far behind. But before they could get any closer, five balls made up of roots circled over you and speared you through the chest. They watched as blood spewed out of your mouth and your body slumped. “NO!” Yuji ran faster. 

The white curse across from you pressed a hand to their bleeding chest. Their wounds struggled to close. The sound of thunder boomed outside of the veil, dark clouds swarmed overhead. You coughed up some more blood and let out a pained laugh, “You really don’t learn do you?” With a shaky hand you grabbed one of the roots impaling you, “I told you stabbing me with these hurts you a lot more then it does me,” You glanced up to the sky and smiled when you saw the lightening in the clouds. “Like I said earlier, it’s like sticking your finger in a electrical socket.” Your eyes trailed down lazily till they landed on the white curse. “I was being nice the first time.” A deafening crack broke through and purple energy encased you. The roots piercing you shriveled up and turned to ash. The already dry and dead plant life around you burned a bright purple, the pale curse tried to step back but the flames behind them made them pause. “This seems familiar doesn’t it?” The white curse went to move again, you flicked your hand and multiple bolts shot out and caged them in, “I told you I wouldn’t let you hurt my friends, not without punishment.” Energy swarmed your hand and created a translucent blade over your forearm, you plunged your hand, the point of the blade, into the curses stomach. Maroon blood splattered on your face, “I withdraw!” You tore your hand out of their stomach, “Why were you here? Did you really think you could kill Gojo?!” The pale curse dropped to their knees and swayed, “I’m not foolish enough to engage in a fight with Gojo Satoru.” Roots began to grow out of the ground and slowly cocoon around their large body. “I’m not done talking to you!” Purple lightening left your fingertips and struck the curse, stunning them and the roots’ growth. “Tell me your plans or I’ll make you!” Your hands were open and sizzling with energy at your sides. “I’ll never tell you.” With a yell you hit them where their left arm met their torso, severing the limb clean off. “You use life energy and then have the gull to ask humans to care for the Earth, there is no difference between you and them-!”

A body hit full force and knocked you out of the way, the two of you rolled to a stop. You stood up quickly and faced the other person with your bladed hand raised, Yujis’ fearful eyes met yours. “Yuji...” A ball of purple energy ran through where you were just standing, leaving a huge crevice in the ground and erasing every piece of evidence that the pale curse was ever there, you could sense Gojo’s residual cursed energy flowing from the split in the ground. You looked around the destroyed area then back down to Yuji, his eyes were focused on your other hand. You followed his gaze and let out a gasp at the black arm adorned with the bright red flower in your grasp, neither of you said anything.

Your ears perked up when you heard someone walking closer, “Are you a vessel like Itadori?” Both you and the pink haired boy turned to Todo, “Yes! They’re like me.” Yuji looked at you expectantly, “I....no, I’m not.” He got up. You glanced at the arm in your hand and sighed, “I’m a curse,” Small purple tentacles wrapped around the limb and crackled, the arm burned violet then crumbled between your finger tips. “I’ll be leaving now I guess.” You turned around and took a step forward only for a hand to grab your wrist, “Wait where are you going?” You lightly grabbed Yuji’s hand and tried to get him to let go, “Do still need me?” Yuji blinked at you in confusion, “Wha-yes! Of course I need you!” He watched your head dip down to your chest, the clouds grew dark. “Then why did you say that?” Thunder rumbled as rain hit the ground softly. “Say what? What are you talking about?” You tried to pull away but he tightened his hold, “You said you didn’t need me.” Your voice was shaky and quiet but Yuji heard your words and understood, “You big dummy.” You let out a yelp when he pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just needed to fight by myself so that I can get stronger. You know what I mean?” He pulled back and looked into your watery eyes. You nodded and sniffled, “Yeah I get it.” Yuji pulled you into another hug, “Good! Now let’s go see Gojo sensei!” Yuji turned to Todo, “You have to promise me that you won’t kill Y/n, they’re my other best friend and I can’t have you guys fighting all the time.” Todo’s judgmental gaze bared down on you, “You fight for our side right?” You nodded, “Good, but I will kill you if I think you’re turning on us.” You nodded again, “I understand.”

You all met up at the front gates. “Yuji let me hide behind you.” The pink haired boy looked at you in amusement then moved himself in front of you. “Hey guys!” He waved. “Yuji! Glad to see you made it!” Gojo clapped a hand on the boys shoulder, “You did good out there!” Then the white haired man leaned over Yuji and peered down at you, “Hiya baby curse~” You took your face out of Yuji’s back and looked up at Gojo, “Hi...” You saw the older man pout, “Awe what’s wrong?” He switched spots with Yuji, now in front of you, he tilted your chin up and you could only guess he was looking you over from behind the blindfold. “My, my, the glasses I let you borrow are gone, your hood is gone, you’re covered in blood, and look at this!” His thumb swiped at a stray tear running down your face, “You got holes all over you, like swiss cheese!.” Your bottom lip wobbled, “I’m sorry.” He cooed at you again, “What for?” You sniffled and rubbed harshly at your eyes, “Your glasses, they broke.” He pet your hair, “It’s a good thing I buy them in bulk then huh?” He pulled out another pair from his pocket. You shook your head quickly, “And I....” Gojo watched your eyes fill with more tears and as they escaped your lashes and trailed down your dirt and blood covered cheeks, the thunder and lightening played in the clouds. “I lost control.” Your hands clutched at his uniform, “I didn’t mean to but it was so hard.” Your eyes stared at the center of his chest, “I’m sorry.” You took a step back and kneeled in front of him, “I broke our promise and I understand that the penalty is death.”

No one paid much attention to you and Gojo until the rain began to pelt down and you were on your knees in front of the jujutsu sorcerer. Your head was bowed as you waited for the white haired man to make a decision.

“If you wish for me to do it myself then I will.”

Gojo was taken back by your words, killing yourself? How was that possible? What happened in the last few days for you to be so distraught?

“Hey, hey, hey,” The older man crouched and put his hands on your shoulders, “I’m not gonna kill you Y/n and whatever this ‘I’ll do it myself’ bullshit is, it’s gonna stop, and you’re gonna tell me what what’s been going on later.” You still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Look at me Y/n.” Gojo didn’t know how he didn’t notice your usual vibrant purple eyes were now a dim and dull lilac colour, “Did you hurt anybody?” Your eyes darted between his, “Megumi was in the water when I sent a attack but I don’t think I hurt him. But I almost....” You dropped your head again, your throat closed and a new wave of tears rushed down your face. You clenched your fists together as the memory of almost killing Yuji played back in your head. Gojo sighed, “We’ll talk about this later okay?” He stood to his full height and extended his hand to you. “Come on,” You looked up at him in shock, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you off the ground. “Here,” He slid another pair of black lenses on your face. “I needa you to calm down Y/n.” The sound of thunder reminded you of the storm that was going full force because of you, “Oh, sorry.” The white haired man slipped off his uniforms overcoat and dropped it on your head, “That’s enough apologies. Now hop on.” You blinked in surprise when he bent his knees a little and offered his back to you, some people were looking on in confusion. You looked at your feet as you hooked your arms around his neck, clenching your eyes shut you tried to block out the stares but you could feel everybody's eyes on you. His hands scooted you up his back, “You’re doing good, breath, remember our exercise.” You focused on the rise and fall of his shoulders as he inhaled and exhaled.

The rest of the group watched as Gojo’s retreating form trekked along the path back to the school with you on his back, the storm clouds following the two of you. “They’re a little overwhelmed.” A few heads turned to look at Yuji, “They should be okay in a bit.” No one said anything, the students who now knew the truth glanced between Yuji and the two of you with unreadable expressions.

Just who were you?

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Hello! Sorry about the super late update, life has been really crazy for me :) N e ways I’m not too sure how I feel about this one, I tried really hard to fit the story line and describe the fight scenes. I also had to cut this one in half cause it was so long. Thanks for reading though! Hope you enjoy it! <3

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Hi! I really love ur writing and if u still do requests, can you make a scenario where the reader is an artist and asks kuroo, akaashi and tendou to pose for them (maybe naked hueh uee) thank you so much! ❤❤❤❤❤

c u t e- I used the aspect of paint in a lot of them tehe hope you guys don’t mind <3, the endings to these btw? Kinda hot ngl 

Plus these are kinda long to make up for me being gone for a bit aha 

Asking Them To Pose For Your Drawing w/ Kuroo, Akaashi, and Tendou 

warning(s): slight nsfw themes

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Kuroo

“Knock knock!” 

“Um, hi Kuroo-senpai?” You say it like a question, startled from washing your paint brushes as you quirk an eyebrow at the feral captain leaning against the doorframe, jacket slung over his shoulder with a casual feel to his actions. You cock your head as he whistles, situating himself with the stool before finally meeting your eyes with a grin. 

“Yeah, so Kenma couldn’t make it.” 

“Could he not make it or did you steal this from him?” You sweat drop, a knowing grin tickling your lips as you make small-talk with your friend, hearing the feigned gasp of shock in your ears as you mildly meet his eyes. 

“I’m offended-” 

“Kuroo-senpai, you said no when I asked.” You hum, looking around for your apron before glancing back at him. “Sudden change of heart?” 

“I didn’t say no, I asked what was in it for me.” The captain protests as you resist the urge to palm your face, crossing your arms as you stand in front of your easel. 

“Nothing. Other then helping me with my piece, nothing.” You sigh, tying your hair back while narrowing your eyes. “So will you please tell Kenma I didn’t cancel? He’s willing.” 

“Oho kitten, I wouldn’t say nothing. I get to stare into your pretty eyes while you get to stare right back? That’s something.” Kuroo replies easily, jacket falling to a heap next to the stool as you will your eyes not to follow the clothing. 

“...right.” You roll your eyes at the captain’s flirtatious nature, still a little glad you were able to get your first-choice pick in the first place despite the slight hassle it took. 

“Don’t trip over yourself in excitement-” 

“Aaaand we’re starting.” You step behind the easel, beginning to situate your paints. You go to look around the easel when you’re done, eyes becoming owlish at the sight of Kuroo in the process of pulling his school pants off. At your shriek, Kuroo stops mid-way before lifting his head, a lazy smirk crossing his face before he tilts his head, 

“What are you doing?!” 

“This...this is a nude kinda thing, right?” 

You stare at him blankly before turning around abruptly, trying to keep your head straight before sighing heavily with a hand on your forehead, cursing the heat beneath your skin. How did you end up here?

“Just...I’ll give you three seconds to get all your clothes back on.” 

“All of them?” Kuroo’s voice is whiny as you grow more agitated.

“Yes.” You snap, biting the end of your thumb, feeling an unsteady beat in your chest. The sex appeal of Kuroo Tetsurou was insanely high, and most of it came from his actions- not to mention your little crush on him that had been tame for the most part, unexpected situations like these causing said crush to grow immensely. 

Still, you didn’t think he could be that bold. 

“Sir, that is not all your clothes-” 

“I’m sweaty though.” Kuroo shrugs, winking once before taking a swig of a water bottle, and you’re left dumbfounded before he stops mid-drink, a grin tickling his lips. “Are you gonna keep staring at me or get started? Or should I pour this water on-” 

“I-I’ll get started.” You huff, picking up your first art utensil to begin drawing, instructing him on how to pose. Surprisingly, you get past your embarrassment easily, your face falling to a relaxed nature with a slight furrow to your brows. 

Kuroo couldn’t help but admire the way your hair fell into your face out of it’s knot, a paint-stained hand coming up to brush some of it out of the way while smearing some on your face in the process. He liked messy. 

And that’s just what you were right now, messy and doused in color. 

You gave special attention to the sharp look to his eyes, spending more time than you thought you would after a few looks. When you go to look again, you blink in confusion to see he was no longer in his seat. Before your irritation could grow at his lack of following directions-

“That is some talent.” 

You yelp, spinning around in your seat to face the dark-haired boy who reached an arm out to steady your piece, looking down at you with a lazy grin as he saves your portrait of him, his bare chest pressing to your back while one of his muscular arms remains outreached to your side. Trapped, but not really trapped as his hazel eyes seems to pin you there, your breath hitching in your throat. 

His hands go to smudge at the paint on your face, frowning as you flinch away in embarrassment, tone falling to a serious one. 

“Tell me if I’m crazy, sweetheart, but do you like me the way I do, or am I just batshit insane?” 

At your stutter, the heat that flames your cheeks, and the rattling of the paintbrush as it hits the floor- 

Kuroo grins, cupping your face with a paint-stained hand before closing the distance, one of your hands resting on his chest as you kiss him back shyly. He lets go of the easel to cup your face with both hands to deepen the kiss, grinning when he feels you smile into it while the colors smudge your heated skin- 

the brush rattling to a stop as you pull back, sighing at the feel of Kuroo untying your apron. 

Akaashi

“Need help?” 

Your hands still from behind you to lift your head, smile crossing your face as the setter examines the art room, blue-eyes falling onto yours with a small greeting one of his own. His eyes fall to your hands in the midst of tying your apron as you laugh, spinning around. 

“Be my guest. Thanks so much for doing this, Keiji.” 

“I owe you, Y/N. Ever since high school started you’ve been the only one to keep Bokuto-san on his feet at games.” 

“A kiss on the cheek always gets Bo going.” You giggle, not noticing the ways Akaashi’s hands had stilled for a second before going again. “He’s like a kid, you know?” 

“Such a great kid. Wow.” Enthusiasm drains from his tone as you laugh.

“Keiji.” You begin to scold, only to feel the tightening of your strings as Akaashi hums, spinning you around by the shoulders as his blue eyes seem to keep you in place for a second, taking in your features with your hair pulled back. 

You chuckle nervously. “What?” 

Akaashi hesitates, sighing before letting you go and looking off to the side. “Is this where you want me?” 

“Akaashi, it might take a little bit-” 

“Akaashi?” 

“...Keiji.” You correct yourself, smiling at the way the furrow between the setter’s brows disappeared. Standing before him, you adjust the way you want him to pose, tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth as you did so. You grin when you achieve what you want, sitting in front of your easel while picking up your ink. 

“You ready? I need you to stay that way for awhile.” 

He nods, doing as he’s told as you immerse yourself in your work, ten minutes later that immersed expression becoming one of irritation as the setter takes his chance to speak. 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Clothes are a bit hard for me...don’t worry about it though- Keiji what on earth are you doing?” 

You blink, bewildered as the setter’s shirt gets flung to the side- your eyes following the material as Akaashi settles back into the pose as if nothing had happened, tilting his head at the pink that floods your cheeks. He hides his smirk with his hand at your flushed expression. 

“Better? That should be a bit easier, right?” 

“Keiji- to put it nicely, what the fuck-” 

“Shush.” Akaashi rolls his eyes playfully at your words as you try to keep your thoughts level, the look of Akaashi’s toned arms and chest complimenting his v-line perfectly. He was the perfect model. 

A perfect model you had to hide hidden feelings for with the sake of your friendship in mind. 

“Don’t call me a pervert.” You warn, voice uneasy before going back to your painting as Akaashi’s smirk only grows. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

The heat from your cheeks fades as time passes on, the portrait coming out quite nicely with only the minor details to fill in that can be done without the model. You give him a thumbs up after about an hour, the outline finally done and ready for color as you set your ink down. 

“Done?” 

“Finally done.” You stretch, Akaashi falling to a more relaxed position with a short exhale, causing you to frown before pulling an icy water bottle from the fridge nearby. He looks up when you press it against his cheek, meeting his tired stare with a warm one. 

“Thanks for doing this, Keiji.” A tinge at your chest. “You’re a really good friend.” 

Akaashi stills at that word, not being able to stop the downward tug at his lips as you untie your apron before beginning to turn around so your back is to him. 

“Want to get some food? My treat-” 

“Y/N.” 

Toned arms reach out before he realizes it, wrapping gently around your waist to hug you to him, a surprised sound slipping your lips as the setter’s lips speak against the small of your back. 

“A-Akaashi?!” 

“Akaashi?” He whispers softly, and you shiver at the feel of it before biting your lip. You never would have imagined this situation would fall in your favor. 

“Keiji, what-?” 

“Remember when you asked me to stay like that for awhile?” He murmurs, holding you a little tighter as the messy-haired boy feels a surge of confidence at your nervous tremble. “Let me do the same.” 

You stop trembling, letting out a breath you knew you were holding before turning around, your hands resting on Akaashi’s shoulders as he looks up at you the way he always looked at you. 

With love. 

“How long?” You ask softly, the side of Akaashi’s lips quirking up ever so slightly as his arms drape around your waist naturally. 

“Since the start of our first high school year.” 

You smile, Akaashi easily pulling you into his lap as you tense up at the movement, heat flooding your cheeks yet again as Akaashi clasps his hands under the small of your back, blue-green eyes taking in your ink-stained features. He listens patiently for your response, and your voice is quieter than ever as one of your fingers trace his chiseled jaw, ink on your fingers leaving a small trail.

His chest was hot as your lips hover over his. 

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t want to be friends anymore, is it?” 

“Then what do you want to be?” Akaashi’s voice is dazed as you smile, hands resting on his bare chest. 

“Best friends.” 

Akaashi rolls his eyes, putting a hand on the back of your hair to kiss you with a fervor unkown as the ink on your fingers leave marks on his bare skin as he speaks against your lips. 

“Best friends don’t do this.”

As his hand gently tugs your hair out of it’s knot, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his shirt remains forgotten against the wall. 

Tendou

“Yoo-Hoo~” 

“Tendou, you’re late.” You sigh, looking up from adjusting your easel as the redhead pouts, coming over to help you adjust it. Tendou slips both of his hands into his hoodie pockets, frowning when he sees that you were still wearing your school uniform. 

“Hon, you’ve got paint stains already on your uniform.” 

“Don’t hon me, Satori.” You retort, mixing some colors on a pallete before narrowing your eyes at your best friend who replies with an easy grin before you look down again. “The art club sent the aprons to get washed, but I need to get this piece done-” 

“Boo you pulled out my real name.” 

Tendou ignores your shocked look when he snatches the pallete from you, holding it up arms reach before draping his hoodie across your face. You take the hooded material off with a glare, the redhead smirking in his shirtless glory back down at you. 

“Wear it. I don’t like it anyways.” 

“How kind, considering you probably stole it from Semi-” 

“Details, details!” Tendou waves it off as you shrug the material on, the scent of Tendou filling your nose as he hums, helping you tie your hair back for you in a way that was almost sweet-

“Tendou, you know you’re ass at doing my hair.” 

“You act like guys are supposed to know how, missy.” 

“Good thing you’re not a guy to me, mister.” You reply, lying as if you weren’t completely and helplessly in love with your best friend. Tendou’s hands freeze up before he pulls your hair through the final loop, clearing his throat before crossing his arms to face you seriously. 

“My body is ready.” 

“Just go sit down!” You push him, Tendou’s cackling filling the air as you roll your eyes, still smiling widely at his antics that interrupted the awkward silence. Settling down in front of your easel, you face palm at Tendou’s stupid-ass pose as he looks at you as if he had just won a prize. 

“Like this?” 

“Satori, I will walk out this door-” 

“You must be real fun at parties.” 

“It’s hard to be fun at parties when you’re the fun one at parties, so I have to be the responsible one.”

“Touche.” 

You shake your head, actually beginning the drawing and getting really far, despite Tendou’s annoying tendencies. 

“You starin’ at my abs? Should I feel harassed or complimented?” 

“Y/N...is that...a blush I see?! Because of lil old me?” 

“Y/N...Y/N I bet you’re feeling a tickle on your cheek.” 

“Y/N, you’re hot when you draw-” 

“Satori!” You groan, an hour of Tendou’s shiteating comments finally coming to a stop as you turn the portrait on him, tired look in your eyes from both him and the concentration as a proud grin crosses your lips. 

“I did it.” 

Tendou blinks at how well-drawn the portrait was, swallowing back his compliments. Was he really that...attractive? 

“...Bout time, I’m hungry.” 

“At least say something!” You swat at his bare arm, Tendou laughing chaotically as you groan and walk over to the sink, pouting over-dramatically as Tendou sighs in response. 

“Sunshine, don’t do this.” 

“Tendou I spent an hour drawing your ugly ass-” 

“Ugly ass? My ass? Ugly? Excuse me-” 

“-at least be grateful.” You finish with a huff, and Tendou stalls when you pull his hoodie sleeves up. The hoodie had been rightfully his in the first place, and the sight of you tugging the sleeves up to wash your hands had the redhead wetting his lips at the sight. The hem of his hoodie draped around the upper portion of your thighs, just covering your school skirt that gave the illusion of his hoodie being the only thing you were wearing. 

And that was all it took. 

“What do you want to eat, you jerk-” 

You’re cut off at the feel of Tendou’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind, the redhead digging his face into the juncture between your shoulder and neck with a sigh. His bare back presses against your clothed back as your chest begins to pound. 

“Satori.” Your voice comes out as a whisper as Tendou’s mumbles into your skin. 

“Do you really not see me as a guy?” 

You freeze. 

“What would it take, huh?” 

His hold tightens. 

“Can I make you fall for me the way you made me?” 

The seriousness of his tone had you turning gently in his hold, your thumb swiping over the redhead’s cheek as you eye him, fragility in your eyes. 

“Are you being serious right now, Satori?” 

“Depending on your answer, yes and no.” 

You roll your eyes, smiling as Tendou pulls you in closer by tightening his hold, your noses brushing as your voice falls to a hush. 

“You don’t need to make me fall.” Your voice falls to a hush as you smile, kissing the tip of his nose softly. 

“Because you already did.” 

And then you were placed on the counter, Tendou stepping between your legs heatedly to cup your face with one hand, his other one gripping your waist tightly as his lips capture yours. His touch was fierce and hungry, lips moving against yours like a man starved as you merely whimpered into his mouth. 

He pulls at the material of the hoodie, whispering almost angrily against your lips as his hand slides up your bare thigh.

“As much as you look all cute in my hoodie hon, let’s get it off.” 

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Request by @loxbbg: Drummer Bakugo x Lead singer Reader (ngl saw a TikTok and couldn’t help it) and they have a really lowkey relationship and the reader is singing bad romance and she goes up to Bakugo and is basically like singing to him he like drops his sticks mid play and kisses her sending the crowd crzy and there other band mates (the rest of bakusquard) are like called it

A/N: If anybody asks, this isn’t one of my biggest fantasies. Also, no, I didn’t listen to Bad Romance a couple times before this to try and nail the ‘ole Tik Tok high note. Anywho, I love this idea! Enjoy this trainwreck of a concert!

Genre: female reader, musician/band au, swearing cause it’s Bakugou, established relationship, pg-13 due to some vulgar-ish things and a suggestive ending, the fans losing their minds over you and Bakugou 💥❤️

Word count: 2.8k

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“You are such an asshole,” you groaned, pushing your boyfriend on the couch.

“You are such a bitch,” he growled, pulling you onto to his lap to engage in a messy make-out session.

It was the U.A. International Music Festival, and your group, known as The Chaos Crew, was headlining the event. Today was the first performance, ushering in the exclusive guests who paid extra for V.I.P. status. To say the least, Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend and drummer, was a lot more annoying than usual. Some examples were how the kisses you shared were rougher, the hand holding was almost painful with how tight he squeezed, and the mic checks were filled with intense staring. However, the band didn’t know you two were together, making the situation much worse.

Somehow, your other friends turned bandmates Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Mina Ashido agreed to pursue the dream with you when you first offered up the idea. Bakugou took more convincing. He thought you were the most idiotic person on the planet. His superiority complex only became worse when you asked him if he could be the drummer for your new group. He agreed after hearing you beg for a couple weeks straight, which began the slippery slope of flirtatious tension. 

Despite you two being together all the time, the flirting wasn’t obvious. Bakugou would notice your skirts when they were just a bit shorter, and you would notice when his shirts when they got just a bit tighter. Neither of you ever let the other one know, though. Both of you despised each other so much that it would be the death of either of you for your secrets to get out.

One day, this changed during a photoshoot for your first magazine article. A rival band, known as The Pros, was at the shoot, and their lead singer, Deku, was asking you questions whenever you weren’t working. You didn’t mind it. You actually found it flattering how interested he was in your vocal range. However, after watching Deku “flirt” with you, Bakugou dragged you to the green room.

Slamming the door, he turned around and asked, “Are you fucking blind, (y/n)?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed.

“You heard me. He’s flirting with you for fuck’s sake! Tell him to just leave before I knock it into him.”

His overprotectiveness shocked you. You were more than confused. You weren’t that pretty, so Deku couldn’t be flirting with you. Your hair was well put together, your makeup was done nicely, and you were dressed with just a tad bit of sexiness, but you still looked average. It didn’t add up.

“Deku is not flirting with me,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “He’s just assessing the competition.”

“He’s staring at your tits and waiting for your little skirt to flip up,” Bakugou replied, clenching his fist.

“Ugh, stop being so vulgar!”

“I’m being honest, princess.”

Marching over to him, you met his gaze. Waiting for him to continue with another statement, you stood in front of him and didn’t cower under his stare. Instead of getting an earful, you felt pressure on your lips. He kissed you, and you loved it. You loved it too much. He was like a drug, and your first hit left you wanting more.

You ended up spending the next 30 minutes in the green room making out and telling each other how much you hated it. It was true love, and after this experience, you began dating each other in private. Your family knew and so did his, but your bandmates didn’t. At least, you both were in agreement about that.

As time went on, The Chaos Crew began rising in the charts. After releasing 3 number one singles, you started touring and gaining a much bigger fan base. The Chaos Children, or what your fanbase called themselves, began doing every celebrity’s nightmare in a matter of weeks: shipping. The most popular ship within your band was, you guessed it, you and Bakugou. This was a running joke between Denki and Sero, but little did they know it was already a sailing ship. This only made you keep your relationship even more private.

Now, back to the U.A. International Music Festival. The feverish kiss ended, leaving you and your hot-headed boyfriend panting messes. Leaning into him, you nuzzled your face in his neck. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone before stopping to just inhale his scent.

“Since when are you so needy?” Bakugou joked, mocking you.

“Since when did you start acting like a child?” you snapped back.

You yelped, realizing Bakugou had slapped your exposed thigh. Whenever you both were performing, he felt the need to have his hands on you at all times. The band and fanbase, however, couldn’t know about you two. It would be too detrimental to your career.

“When am I gonna see you in my room?” Bakugou asked, rubbing where a red mark was forming due to his slap.

“Tonight,” you coyly replied.

“Oh really? Will you be wearing my favorite little outfit?”

“Of course, I will.”

Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted your rendezvous. Brushing yourself off, you leaped off of Bakugou’s lap and stood up as formally as possible. Of course, you two had snuck off together. You couldn’t just tell everyone you were going somewhere with Bakugou alone. However, you were relieved to hear a familiar voice on the other side.

“Bakugou? (y/n)?” Mina called, waiting for either of you to reply.

“Come on in, babe,” you replied, saying it a little too quickly.

Mina opened the door and smirked when she saw you two. She had her suspicions about the two of you, but they were never confirmed nor denied. She knew she might never get her ship to sail, but she would never tell either of you that.

“What do you want, Bug Eyes?” Bakugou grumbled.

“Not much,” Mina shrugged, “but I have news. We have a schedule change.”

At this, Bakugou exchanged a look with you. A schedule change during the U.A. Festival was like waiting outside of a store for days for a limited-edition item then leaving and never buying it. Someone dropped their act for later that night. There was no other possibility.

“Sero got an update from Shinsou,” Mina stated, “and it looks like Deku broke his ankle from a stunt during their last show. They can’t perform tonight.”

Bakugou smirked, and you punched him in the arm. Ever since the photoshoot, he despised Deku. It was as if they were born to be rivals, which made you laugh a little.

“What’s the plan?” you questioned, knowing that Shinsou, one of the event directors, had already made one.

“We’re taking half of their slot,” Mina smiled, shoving a set list into Bakugou’s hands. “The other half is going to Itsuka Kendo, the new solo artist. She’s going first, and then we’re up.”

“We planning on singing from a particular era?” Bakugou asked, focusing more on the set list rather than the conversation.

“They don’t want us singing our songs,” Mina replied, causing both you and Bakugou to choke on air. “They want us to cover popular music.”

“We have no idea why, though. It’s kind of stupid, if you ask me,” Denki complained, walking in with Kirishima and Sero hot on his tail.

Upon their entrance, the boys came over to give you a hug and congratulate you on the earlier show. It went off without a hitch, and they insisted they give you credit since it was due. However, when a question about you and Bakugou running off came up, Bakugou immediately stepped in and said he wanted to jot down some lyric ideas. A game of playful banter began and went on for about 5 minutes before Shinsou entered the room.

“Well, it’s good to see that our fill-ins are ready for tonight,” he chuckled, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You guys ready?”

“Obviously,” Bakugou grinned. “How bad can it be? We’re just performing covers. It’ll be just like the old days.”

Immediately, your first performances and venues came to mind. Run-down bars and covers were normal for a few months before getting signed on by Shouta Aizawa, president of 1-A Records. After that, you were able to write your own music and live your dream.

“Yeah,” you chimed in, moving closer to Bakugou, “we can perform the last cover set we did before we got signed.”

“Hell yeah!” Kirishima yelled, pumping his fist in the air. “The Bad Romance Set was always my favorite.”

Everyone was in agreement. Shinsou trusted you all enough to bid you farewell for a few hours before you were called back on stage. The Bad Romance Set was, simply, the best cover set The Chaos Crew ever played. It was a tribute to Lady Gaga, and it celebrated her amazing career. Mina was the Beyoncé to your Gaga on Telephone. Kirishima was the killer guitarist during Shallow. Bakugou was the best drummer on the planet during Bad Romance, the huge finale piece of the set. It was the perfect set to get the crowd hyped and into the show.

Soon enough, the show was about to start. Itsuka was on her last song, a personal tribute to her ex-boyfriend. You were gussied up in all black, sporting a short mini skirt, a low-cut shirt, and a leather jacket. It was perfect. You looked like you could kill anyone that crossed your path, and you probably could. It only attracted your boyfriend even more to the prospect of getting handsy before the show.

“Come on, sexy,” he growled, kissing under you ear. “Let’s do it. We’ve got a few minutes.”

“No,” you responded, pushing him away. “We have to stay focused. You know our ground rules.”

Rolling his eyes, he kept trying and trying and trying. After denying him multiple times, he smacked your ass before sulking away to sit at his drum set on the dark stage. Once he did that, the rest of your bandmates followed his lead and walked on stage. The lights went up, causing the crowd to lose their minds over your presence. Glancing back at your boyfriend, you nodded your head to signal him to start the first song.

The act went wonderful. When you sang to the audience, you could tell the hardcore Gaga fans from the fakes. However, no one seemed disappointed in the set. Everyone thought it was fun and easy to dance to. It was very clear, though, that everyone was waiting on one song: Bad Romance. After 25 minutes of Gaga hits, you glanced back at Bakugou and nodded your head again.

Once the drums began for the final song, the rest of the band chimed in to start the melody. Immediately, the crowd recognized it and sang the opening verse with you. Mina chimed in with her amazing voice to layer your vocals. Sero and Denki had the electric guitar and synth timed perfectly with one another, which only added to Kirishima’s bass. Bakugou, of course, played his drums with passion and never took his eyes off of you.

Once the first bridge of the song arrived, your bandmates began growing with excitement. Your singing ability was always incredible to them, but the first time you nailed the added high note in the final chorus of Bad Romance, they knew you would be their lead vocalist. The moment was fast approaching, and you took the mic from the stand. 

Finishing up the second bridge, you walked around to personally serenade each of your bandmates. First, Mina and you made sure to twirl each other, causing her to chuckle just a bit. You sauntered over to Denki, jamming out on an air guitar to compliment his real one. Next, Sero was graced with your presence, and he added a riff to impress the crowd. Kirishima was surprised, and you both exchanged flirtatious winks at one another. However, these actions annoyed Bakugou to no end. His blood was boiling, and his jealousy was rising. He needed to show these extras exactly who you belonged to.

The final chorus began, and you arrived at Bakugou’s drum set. To tease the fans just a bit, you decided you were going to belt the high note right next to your boyfriend. Besides, this entire song was about him and you. This song was the most important one in the whole set because of that. You knew it would give the audience the best reaction and moment to capture on film.

I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance

The crowd went wild. A constant chant of “(y/n)” was repeated over and over again and filled the venue. The end of the song was close, and Bakugou’s patience was running thin. You didn’t move, stuck next to his drum set. Whether you were trying to prove a point or your affection for him made his brain hurt. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore.

“Want your bad romance,” you sang, finishing off the song as dramatically as possible.

Leaping out of his seat, Bakugou threw down his sticks and bounded over to you before wrapping his arms around you. He pressed his lips to yours, claiming you in front of everyone watching. You fumbled with the mic before successfully flicking the off switch and let it fall to the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him. He tapped your hip, signaling you to jump. You happily obliged, basking in the way his calloused hands gripped your thighs.

Screams filled the venue. Fangirls cried about the way Bakugou held you while others cried because he was holding you and not them. Paparazzi snapped as many photos as possible, hoping to capture the best photo that could be put up on TMZ. Parents tried to cover their children’s eyes because they thought the scene was so vulgar. Oh yeah, you guys were definitely going to be trending on Twitter.

In a flash, the lights went dark across the entire venue. The screams didn’t cease, even when an announcement came over the loudspeakers. It wasn’t heard the first time, probably since you and Bakugou broke everyone there. However, speaker volume could be raised, and the announcement could be heard through the crowd on the second try.

“Attention festival guests,” the lovely voice began, “tonight’s performances are over. Thank you for attending the V.I.P. exclusive day. We hope to see you all tomorrow for the first official day. Have a wonderful night and stay rockin’!”

Before groans of protest could be heard, your band was escorted off stage and immediately into your limousine. Your were able to successfully avoid paparazzi, but that didn’t mean you and Bakugou were safe. You had your friends, and they were all nosy in their own ways.

“It was the photoshoot,” Kirishima began.

“Yeah! Come on, you wouldn’t stop glaring at Deku, Bakugou!” Mina grinned.

“We knew you both were together,” Sero smirked.

“Yeah, come on! You think we didn’t notice when you guys would run off to lock lips and do who knows what else?” Denki added on.

Bakugou was more than pissed off. After the onslaught of statements brought to the table, Bakugou effectively shut them up by yelling, “If any of you touch my girl, I’ll your kick your asses. Got it?”

“Whatever you say,” Kirishima replied, flashing a grin and a thumbs-up.

“Just use protection!” Mina reminded, forcing some questionable hand gestures and noises from Denki and Sero.

After 15 minutes of torture, the limo arrived at the five-star hotel. In a matter of seconds, Bakugou had opened the door and picked you up bridal style so he could carry you up to the room. You had all booked the penthouse, since the U.A. Festival was such a big deal. You each had your own room, but you figured you two might have free reign of the whole place for while due to Mina’s previous innuendo.

Once you arrived in Bakugou’s room, he plopped you down on the bed. Smirking at you, he removed his shirt and went to get something a bit more comfortable out of his suitcase. You couldn’t help but look at the beautiful muscles that adorned his body. It made you feel hot and a little flustered.

“Go change,” he commanded, turning around to face you again.

You chuckled and replied, “Oh, come on. You know me.”

You slipped off your leather jacket, bending forward just a bit to let him gaze at your cleavage. He licked his lips and threw down the extra shirt he had grabbed. Walking over to you, he roughly grabbed your hips and pulled your body into his.

Leaning forward, you smirked and whispered in his ear, “I already have the set on. Wanna help me get out of it?”

[hobiwonder]

Adventures of a closeted exhibitionist | 01 (m)

Pairing: hoseok x reader, f2l (future)

Genre: do i ever write anything other than smut

Words: 3k

Warnings: exhibitionism lol, hoseok is a FREAK freak, oral (f receiving), dirty talk.

Summary: where hoseok explores with his bff. i hope u like it pls validate me. 

a/n: this is an idea I pitched to @parkmuse​ and she n i were going to collab but then she got a cat and DITCHED ME (jeepers is v cute ngl). so instead of a full length one shot, im gunna make this a series. like a small one lol. this is unedited beyond microsoft putting the annoying red lines to tell me im illiterate. 

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It was roughly 9pm. Despite it being a Friday night, there were a fair few people still drifting about in the 24 hour library. This time of the semester being closer to the exam time you guess this isn’t such an atypical incidence. What was rare though, was you being here. On a Friday night. Where you’re usually getting shit-faced with your friends at Park Jimin’s weekly parties. Not here with your best friend Hoseok – who frequented the place more than you, actually – about to have sex with him. Yup. You heard right.

“Can you walk faster y/n? We’ll lose our spot!” His hurried whisper didn’t do much to mask and the nervous tremble in his voice. It was obvious your best friend wasn’t very adventurous and thus here you were, helping him out.

Slightly regretting your decision. This place was more crowded than you thought. You run forward to catch up with Hoseok’s long legs that kept weaving through the massive bookshelves with ease. Whereas if you were here by yourself – you’d certainly be lost.

“We won’t with the speed you are walking. Slow down, Hoseok.” Grumbling under your breath as you see no sign of him stopping to let you remember the way you guys had come to this part of the quiet library, you just opt to following him around like a lost puppy. Usually it’s the other way around.

Especially when Hoseok had asked you one day to try public sex with him.

“Well well well, never knew my reclusive best friend was such an exhibitionist.” You’d been whistling and hooting while smirking his way, watching him shuffle on his feet awkwardly. He was never too confident in speaking about his sex life and watching him squirm was so much fun to the evil part of your brain. Not that he had much of a sex life to expose. Hosoek was a sweet boy who did relationships. Long term ones. And he hadn’t even been on a date recently.

“W-Well, I’m not. Not yet. I’ve never tried anything like that. And you obviously have.”

You’d just shrugged nonchalantly in response.

“So… I want to try something. With you.” Naturally, your response had been to blink repeatedly, making sure you heard him right.

“No fucking way, Josè.”

“Please, please, please?! I don’t trust anyone other than you to do this with and not be weird about it.”

“What about you get an actual girlfriend Hobi? Hm? Ever thought of that.” He’d rubbed his temple with a pout on his face when you’d mockingly knocked your fingers against it. How did he not see how attractive he was? He could get anyone. Literally anyone.

“I haven’t had luck in that department, you know that.” Him gritting his answer through his teeth is probably one of the most frustrated you’d seen him and it makes you snort.

“Then just find someone willing and fuck her at the party?” The crude words bring a blush to his pretty face. How does he even plan on having sex in public?

“You know I can’t do that.” Shaking his head, he turns back towards you, “Besides… I don’t want it to be just anywhere. I want to d-do this at the library.” Your eyes had bugged out of your head once again at that. How did you not know how kinky your best friend was?

“Oh my god.” You can’t help the giggles that fight their way through your throat, “I cannot believe it Hoseok! You’re such a closeted freak.” Now you were full on cackling.

“Stop. I just wanted to try something.” The pout was back on his face and the little glazed look he had in his eyes had diminished slightly.

“Yeah and public sex from the get go? What will you be ‘trying’ next? Pegging and Anal?”

His brows furrow adorably. “What’s pegging?”

“Oookay. Let’s just get back to the topic at hand.” You didn’t want to give him any more ideas. Yet.

Somehow in the next few hours, you’d agreed to sleep with your best friend. At a library at that.

And here you were, nestled in a corner at one of the desks that were set up between the isles for people who wanted to browse journals and other various literature. Where you both sat was relatively isolated. Only the people who occasionally walked past the isles would be able to see two people sitting at a table – the table shielding your lower halves of the body – and only if they looked. The table was set against one of the isles and that would probably be the only concerning area. That someone on the other side of that shelf would be able to decipher what was going on. Okay maybe this was making you rethink your decision. Just a little.

“So, what do you think?” Hoseok was panting slightly as he looked around you both repeatedly, making sure no one was lingering on the fact that two students had disappeared off to a section that they could do more than study in. But you couldn’t see anything of the sort. Just everyone minding their own business for now. Besides, how loud could you both be anyway? This shouldn’t take too long.

“Pretty good. You must come here a lot to know such a precise spot?” Brows wagging teasingly in his direction, making his cheeks flare up even more.

“I do. But to study usually so this feels a bit… exhilarating.” His face tells you how excited he is but he is definitely nervous as well if the sweating is anything to go by.

You bump your shoulder slightly with his to ease his worries. “Hey, don’t sweat it. Literally.” You can’t help the laugh that he then tries to muffle with his hand. “No really! I’m very good at quickies.”

Your wink makes him blush but he still seems apprehensive. “It’s not that… I’m. Well. I-I can kind of lose control sometimes.”

You continue to deadpan him. Hoseok and losing control? Were you hearing correctly? Your sweet, nerdy, studious, calm and collected, shy best friend losing control? It can’t be that bad, right?

“I’m serious y/n. B-But I’ll try to keep in check.”

“…Okay. Anyway. You ready?” There is a moment of silence and it is quiet. You can hear when Hoseok swallows, the way he drags his gaze all over your coat cladded form and then finally, looks into your eyes. You never noticed how attractive Hoseok was up-close and that was what was making you nervous.

“I-I think so? How are we going to do this? Shit I didn’t think about the logistics through before coming here.” Hoseok had started to nervous ramble so you decided to take matters into your hand by sitting directly on his lap, facing him.

“W-Wha…. Is this how we’re- Wouldn’t that look too suspicious.” You tried not to roll your eyes.

“We’re about to screw in a library surrounded by people. Anything we do will make us look like horny college kids. At least this way if someone catches us people will think we’re only making out or something.”

Hoseok’s pretty mouth falls open in an ‘o’ understanding your reasoning. The law library is more dimly lit compared to others so it was easier to fly under the radar. It was obvious that Hoseok had brought you here to take full advantage of that. If Hoseok tends to lose control as he's said, it shouldn't attract too much attention even if he's a tad too loud. Wait, is it even about his volume?

Leaning down you level your face to his baby browns while he leans back as if you're infectious and not about to have sex, "What do you mean about lose control by the way? You're not going to scream up a storm are you? I swear to god Hoseok if you get us arrested-"

"It's not me you should be worried about," the reply comes without any stutters unlike how he spoke before, making your breath hitch. He's calm and collected, gaze slithering down your body like you were an otherworldly marvel.

This was not how you'd seen your best friend act in all the years you'd known him. Never have you felt this attracted to your usually shy, meek friend who seemed to be the most quaint person in your group of friends. Perhaps that's why you'd never really sexualised him before. Though it did always baffle you how he managed to date the prettiest girls.

"Okay weirdo."

The tremble in your voice is barely masked but you try and regain some of your composure by aggressively adjusting and slipping down your panties to mid thigh. Effectively breaking Hoseok's bravado when he audibly gulps, looking around him. It doesn't take long for you to feel the effects of your activities as Hoseok already feels considerably solid underneath you. A flush of embarrassment evident in your cheeks when he rubs the damp material of your panties between his index finger and thumb.

"You're so wet, y/n." The skin of your naked thighs covered in goosebumps with each carrels of Hoseok's veiny hands. When did they get so callous? The feeling brought another embarrassing amount of wetness down your thighs.

"S-Sorry." You shook your own head at your apology. Why did you say sorry? Guys love that, you knew.

Somehow, it felt different with Hoseok. You were being a lot more conscious about his likes and dislikes instead of your own. Which should've been a red flag. Yet, you continued with the dangerous game you were both playing. The perspiration on Hoseok's forehead gave away how affected he was as well despite the cool temperature inside the library.

"Are you kidding? I've... I've never been this turned on in my whole life."

You don't get a chance to respond, only garbled gasps when his cool fingers slip between your thighs, massaging the slick in the sensitive skin that connected your inner thighs to your pussy.

"H-Hoseok." His thumbs spread the wetness from your nether lips back to the sensitive patch of skin.

"Is this okay?" You're too caught up in the heat of the moment and the thousands of nerve endings that Hoseok's fingers were stimulating.

Your head was lolling around like you were drunk and that was enough indication for him to carry on. It was terrifying how little he had done and you were already lacking the ability to comprehend anything other than his touch. Your hands were dropping beneath you carelessly, trying to find the hard length that was persistently pressing in you. You were turned on beyond belief and you needed to feel Hoseok inside you. Now.

Hoseok had other plans.

"Slow down, y/n." His chuckle is breezy, albeit a little throatier than usual. But it doesn't stop your quest to get your hands inside his pants.

"Hoseok I need you to get inside me." Your plan to be stern backfires.

You had hoped that telling Hoseok you meant business would get him to submit to you like it usually does. However, the heady look in his eyes tells you otherwise. You're proven wrong when instead, Hoseok locks his eyes with yours, as if challenging the autonomy you had in this situation. You're unable to move, just feel as the plunge of his nimble fingers inside you has you gripping his shoulders for a lifeline. Your head was already mushy and all basic comprehension had gone out the door. The sounds accompanying each agonising push and pull extremely erotic, making the blush bloom deeper on your already heated skin.

The onslaught of sensations had made it easy to forget about the world around you. If someone was to catch you right now, you weren't sure if you would let Hoseok stop the delicious friction inside you. The way he looked at his fingers sliding their rhythm inside you, completely entranced by your body, made another gush of wetness flow down his thrusting digits. He had barely fingered you for five minutes and you were already like a full damn ready to burst. Hoseok finally looked up when the scissoring motion of his fingers made you gasp loud enough to startle him.

it was getting increasingly difficult to keep your volume down. Now you knew why Hoseok had redirected the question about being quiet, to you. His other hands wrapped around your hips, just above the dip in your spine to keep you from thrashing off his lap. You were at the point where your body was so close that every thrust of his wrist bordered on pushing you over the edge. Body moving towards the movement and away from it in the same second.

“I don’t think I want that just yet.” His lips shone from the constant contact with his tongue.

Maybe he was giving you a tongue show on purpose. To be even more cruel when you were already suffering (in the best way possible). Hoseok was always mischievous. Not as obvious as your other friends like Taehyung or Jungkook. And you were finding out just how devious he is. Dragging on the assault on your pussy. Stretching the thread until you’re clawing your hands down his back, whispering ‘please’ like a symphony.

“You like this?”

“Y-Yes Hoseok. Please just f-fuck me already.” Your threatening growl only makes him smirk and fasten the pace of the three fingers inside you.

“I really wanna watch you squirt y/n. With all these people just a few feet away. Can you do that for me?”

His whispers near your ear makes you flinch away with each word. Body so sensitive to any form of stimulation that you were scared you were going to cum just from listening to the low timbre of his voice. Hoseok’s eyes were glazed over, the hard insistent bulge was digging in your thighs with even more ferocity. Yet, he denied himself the pleasure you were so readily offering. Why was he torturing the both of you like this, ugh.

Suddenly, he pushes you back against the table behind you, making you grasp the wooden edges in order to brace yourself. However, the action left you exposed, skirt pushed up enough to reveal Hoseok’s hands rhythmically pushing forward and backwards. The open position of your thighs and the air now touching your heated skin making you feel everything just a bit more. His fingers were hitting the spongy spot on the top of your walls just right that you’re whimpering and clenching your hands around the wood, just not the type you wanted to be holding.

“F-Fuck Hoseok if w-we get caught p-people-”

“Will see your cunt swallowing my fingers? I know y/n.” His smile is devilish. He’s reveling in your fear of being found out and you know this is exactly what his fantasy is.

Your breathing is harsh and you’re bordering on being a little too loud. It becomes even more of a problem when you start feeling the zaps of pleasure in your core that are hurtling you towards completion. Hoseok’s angled fingers repeat the motions that elicited the response when he sees you thrashing.

“Right there huh? That feel good?”

You can’t speak. Biting so hard on your lip, trying to not scream blooding murder, that tears are pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision. The strength in your arms leaves as you collapse on the table, head pushing back and one hand going to hold the one almost fisting inside you. You’re so close you can almost taste it. Everything is too much and it’s an impossible feat to stay quiet and inconspicuous.

“God, you’re being so loud. If you’re any louder people will hear you cumming all the way from outside.” And yet he doesn’t sound concerned.

Hoseok’s eyes are feral, watching you hold on to his hand while his wrist is snapping powerfully towards that one spot that has you seeing spots. You’re moaning even louder now and he has to get up from his seat to put his other hand around your mouth to drown out your sounds that are going straight to his dick. God, you were so sexy he was going to cum in his pants from just watching the tears roll down the side of your face.

“Yeah? You’re gunna cum baby? Squirt all over my fingers?”

He wasn’t expecting a response from you with how fucked out you were but your eyes peering into his let him know that you heard him. And that you were going to cum. Hoseok slips his thumb up to your clit, rolling it in tandem with his deep thrusts and within seconds, you’re screaming out your orgasm. Your cunt grabbing his fingers like a vice but Hoseok is still dragging his digits along your walls to prolong the pleasure. His whole hand is thoroughly wet because you indeed, squirted like he asked.

It’s hard to comprehend if what you experienced was a fever dream or you actually blacked out for a few seconds because of how hard you came. You’re still breathing hard and you feel hoseok’s hand ease around your mouth. He’s pressing kisses along your decolletage, fingers till lazily moving inside you until you’re pushing them away.

“That was so hot. Thank you y/n, you’re the best.” You were getting whiplash from how he��d turned back into his sickly sweet self when he was just giving you the best orgasm of your life a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, w-well, I may not be able to walk out of here.” you can’t quite look him in the eyes yet. Not when he’d just fucked your brains out and real fucking was about to come.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ve had enough today so that’s for next time.” He smiles his 1000 watt smile at you before sucking the wetness off his fingers. Your face is so red you might pass out.

Next time?

[random-mha-thoughts]

Mama’s Boy/Lover’s Boy (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Inspo: “Down for You” by Cosmo’s Midnight/Ruel

Summary: Bakugou hates being dragged to fancy parties for many reasons, but only one thing makes it all worth it.

Word Count: 2,322

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n:  I absolutely adore this picture, ngl that was the whole inspo for this.

It's not fair that a whole Katsuki exists while I'm bleeding out and my hormones are out of whack.  I'M A LOYAL SHOUTO HO, STAY IN YOUR LANE KATSUKI!  DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY INSTABILITY LIKE THIS!

When I was at the last few paragraphs, I realized I would've loved to let Baku lose his shit and almost crash the entire thing like in Murphy's Law (man I loved writing that), but that wouldn't be good.  We love a good chaotic fluff monster.

This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I really like how it turned out!  Definitely more fluff than I expected, but who's mad at that?  I'm bleeding out of my uterus and my mom and dad got me feverish and sick and I definitely needed this, so I KNOW you Baku stans are gushing at this too.  Thanks to @rubyred-imagines​ for one of the story beats here!

Spice might be incoming in the next day or two ;3  Not sure which character yet, but it's gonna happen!

"Babe, your face."

"What about it?!"

"Stop looking like you want to kill everyone."

"But I do!"

"I know you do, but don't look it."

Katsuki walks into the grand hall, muscular arm linked through his dazzling girlfriend's slender one.  He really doesn't want to be here; he hates these high-class, uptight gatherings, he hates this constricting tuxedo he has to wear, he hates how he barely knows anyone here, and he especially hates that he could've been on a date with her alone instead of being surrounded by these suffocating faces.

His lovely girlfriend announced this unfortunate outing a few weeks ago right before Katsuki was going to suggest the idea of having a date night, since they haven't had any quality alone time together in a while.  Her eyes lit up when she reported that she RSVP-ed for both of them to attend her company's fancy dinner.  And his plans were crushed like that.  He wanted to grumble and refuse, but she'd yell right back at him anyway, being the stubborn person she is.

She reminds him of his mother.

"You're just like my mom," Katsuki rolls his eyes.  "She used to drag me to her company dinners all the time, too."

"We won't stay for long, I promise," she pats his arm with her perfectly manicured fingernails.

"She used to say that too, and then we'd be out for hours," he mumbles to himself.

The girl looks up at him sweetly.  "And you'll be a good boyfriend and stay here with me the whole time, right?"

The blond growls low in his throat.  "I don't even belong here, you were invited, not me."

"Katsuki, you're my guest, of course you belong here."  She leans up to whisper in his ear, "Besides, you're more handsome than any of the guys here, show them all up."

That makes Katsuki smirk.  "Damn right I am, babe."

The couple find their table after an irritating amount of time.  Every few steps, some other pretentious stranger from his girlfriend's company sweeps over to exchange empty kisses and the same empty conversation.  Katsuki thinks it's some kind of script everyone practiced from, no one deviating from the script or else the entire simulation might fall apart.  Actually, he would like to say something inappropriate just to relish their horrified or disgusted faces, but he for the sake of his precious girlfriend, he keeps his mouth shut, teeth grit, and smile plastered each time he's introduced to a new face.

"Do you really know everyone here, babe?" Katsuki mutters in her ear as they finally approach the table.

"Not everyone," she hums in response, "I don't know most of the employees from the other two companies here, but I know the higher-ups through my boss."

He briefly remembers her saying this dinner was for a big merger deal between these three companies.  His girlfriend works tirelessly for her boss, usually taking on more than she can handle and coming home late most nights.  She'd been promoted from just being a regular company worker to being in a near-the-top position right under the main board managers.  He admires her dedication, but he's always worried about her health and energy level.  He may be a Pro Hero, but she's the real superhuman in the relationship.

Katsuki does the gentlemanly thing of pulling the chair out for his lady and pushing her back in before settling in his seat next to her, purposely shifting closer to her than the person on his other side.

"What manners your boyfriend has," one of the older ladies at the table coos at the couple.

"Thank you, I'm very grateful to have him," the girl smiles politely in response.

Katsuki's heart melts at the pride dripping from her voice as she compliments him.  "And I'm very lucky to have her."  It felt like the right thing to say as he squeezes her hand under the table and briefly glances into her eyes.

The two don't tear away from each other until someone else approaches his girlfriend and she stands to greet him briefly.  Katsuki surveys him in case he would do something ballsy to his girlfriend.

She turns and places a hand on Katsuki's shoulder.  "This is my boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou."

Hell yeah, I am, you better not pull anything, dumbass.  He stands and shakes the other man's hand, polite but stiff.

"Nice to meet you.  Your girlfriend is honestly a powerhouse, she's amazing," the man gushes.

"Yes, I'm aware," the blond replies tersely.  He's on guard because he doesn't get a good vibe from this man.

Sure enough, he goes on a little too animatedly about how much his girlfriend does for the company and the rest of the company.  It comes off to Katsuki as fake and kiss-ass.  Nonetheless, his girlfriend accepts all the compliments like the graceful goddess she is.  He realizes this boy is one of his girlfriend's juniors as they descend into a conversation surrounding work and future projects.

After dismissing him, another group of his girlfriend's underlings rushes over with compliments and "Oh my gosh, senpai!  You look amazing!" and the like.  Each time, she would accept the praise, introduce him, before launching into more work-related subject matter that Katsuki learned to tune out eventually.

Honestly, he's annoyed at how everyone here is overwhelmingly toxic.  All the subordinates or peers are kiss-ups and her superiors are pretentious stick-up-their-asses that look down on his girlfriend.  He can't stand that his lover is surrounded by this atmosphere all day.  They don't know the genuine type of person she is, other than that she's kind and easy to walk all over.  No one seems like they care enough to carry genuine conversation, and he'd rather not tune into that energy.

Instead, Katsuki directs his attention to his lovely girlfriend.  Staring at her face, he recalls how painstakingly long it took for her to paint her face with makeup to look this flawless.  He's sure she would've had a mental breakdown while doing her eyes, especially putting on her eyeliner.  She was chanting to herself cutely to get them even, almost coaxing her shaky hands in front of the mirror to perform some kind of magic.  If he had done the wrong thing and hurried her or teased her habits, she would've unleashed all her anger on him.  He's learned that the hard way.  In the end, she was able to achieve this masterpiece on her face without making herself look like a completely different person, highlighting her natural beauty.

Scanning downward to her dress, he remembers fondly going shopping with her last weekend.  Her hair was in a topknot as she fumbled through the racks for a dress to wear.  She had dragged him along because she trusted his opinion on fashion choices.  While he would've liked for her to choose a scarlet red gown, Katsuki knew she'd look infinitely better in the sapphire blue number she's wearing now.  The skinny straps holding the dress up leads down to a not-too-plunging neckline that suits her shoulders, collarbone, and chest perfectly.  The dress cinches in at the waist to emphasize the figure he knows she has before falling straight down from her hips, and the mid-thigh slit on one side is subtly sexy without having her risk overexposure.  Finishing the entire outfit is a classic pair of nude pumps, a dainty gold necklace, matching dangling earrings, and a clutch matching her shoes.  Her hair is curled in waves cascading down her back with some stands hanging over one shoulder.

Katsuki can't help but smile unconsciously.  He can't wait to someday place the finishing touch she deserves: a simple but elegant ring on her left hand.

After all the formalities, the two finally sit down and start eating the dinner courses that have started gracing their place settings.

"I know you wanted to go out for date night today," his girlfriend begins gently, "But we can imagine this is a fancy restaurant with just us two, and everything else is just a backdrop."

"Shouldn't you be paying attention to what's going on?" Katsuki quirks an eyebrow.

She waves her hand and takes a refined sip of her wine.  "I've already heard them practice this speech too many times."

The devilish blond smirks and slinks closer to her.  "That's not something a good employee would do, is it?"

"I'm not working right now," she smoothly responds back, replicating his energy.

The organizer of the dinner finally takes the stage and starts his speech.  Katsuki keeps his gaze on his beautiful girlfriend, admiring her delicately picking and eating at her plate.  She's so precious to him, he doesn't care if he's making heart eyes and everyone can see.

When the speech finishes, his girlfriend's glass also empties and she indicates that she's going to get another.  It leaves him on edge, he hates being alone with all these strangers even for a few minutes.  He doesn't want to tell you this, but if one of these people try to small talk him without you here, he might actually break something.

"So, Bakugou, what do you do?" the same lady from earlier chirps at him.

He whips his head up.  For fuck's sake.  "I'm a...public safety worker of sorts."  He tries so hard to sound polite for his girlfriend's sake.  He also can't resist scanning the room for her as a safety reflex.  With all the shady people around, he doesn't trust that something bad won't happen.  And he also wants your comfort in these uncomfortable situations, but he'll never admit that either.

"Oh, I see."  The old lady seems satisfied with his tone, barely noticing his fidgeting as she launches into a whole story about her grandson wanting to do something like that, and all the tangents related to that.

Katsuki is relieved that he doesn't have to talk for the rest of the time, just nodding along  and humming to prove he's passively listening.  He finally spots his angel a few tables away, groaning internally that she was stopped by someone, keeping her from coming back to him.  It seems they were having a deep conversation at first, but suddenly the man cracks a smile and a joke that makes her cover her mouth in respectful laughter.

Katsuki's annoyance is cut through at her wholehearted display of emotions.  The entire night, he's been complaining about how much he hates everyone here, but it's only now he realizes how relaxed she looks in the entire situation.  She's completely in her element; he'd get easily drained by all the suffocating small talk, but her?  She thrives off this, she gains energy from it.  Although she comes home late, overworked and tired, she still faces every day with a smile on her face.  She makes it look so easy to talk to people, striking up and following conversations with everyone in the most endearing and poised way possible.

Katsuki smiles to himself, warmth washing over him.  Yes, just like his mom, but it makes his girlfriend all the more stunning and admirable in his eyes.

His girlfriend finally returns to the table, her recently-acquired glass already half empty.  "What did I miss?" she asks, buzzing with both energy and alcohol.

Katsuki leans his head on his palm.  "Nothing much."  He's still basking in the glow of his wonderful girlfriend, casually sipping his own wine absently.

She turns towards the clearing in the center of the room and takes his free hand.  "Let's go dance, babe!"

Any other time, Katsuki would have sternly declined, but he can't resist her today.  Without a single complaint, he rises and lets her drag him by their entwined hands to the dance floor.  Guiding his large hand around her waist as her one hand plants to his shoulder, she raises their joined hands and starts swaying them to the classic orchestral ensemble's upbeat performance.

The man doesn't know if it's the overwhelming feeling of pride he recently uncovered, or the way their bodies press together gently as he inhales her floral perfume, but he can't find the words to describe everything he wants to say. He settles on simply smiling warmly down at her as he whispers, "You're amazing, you know that?"

His girlfriend's cheeks flush and she erupts into giggles.  "What's with the sudden compliment?"

He shakes his head.  "I just realized it, that's all.  Just like my mom."

"You sure are a Mama's boy, aren't you?"

He scoffs at the idea.  "I love the old hag, but I'll never tell her that.  Besides, I'd say I'm whipped for a different woman in my life."  He brushes hair behind her ear, her earring glinting against the light, and places a kiss on her perfect temple.  "You look stunning tonight."

His girlfriend's eyes close in half-lidded affection.  "I'm sorry this isn't the perfect date night you wanted."

The blond leans his forehead on her's, slowing their pace to allow time to pass much more leisurely around them.  "I get to dance with you, I think that's a definite win."

"I guess so."

Katsuki comes to realize that he can be forced to come to all of these events.  All that matters is his enchanting lover and her smile.  When the night is over, he can't wait to let her take her heels off and carry her bridal style to their car as everyone watches in envy and awe.  He'd let her recline and rest her weary feet, telling her stories of his adventures of night outings with his mom to lull her to sleep in his passenger seat.  And then he'd carry her sleeping figure up to their bedroom and wake her gently so she can clean herself up and change into her cute pajamas, just so they can cuddle in each other's warmth until they fall asleep.

Maybe he's not a Mama's boy anymore.  More like he's a Lover's boy.

[monaownsmyass]

Girl Friends

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Open Heart 2, (after) Chapter 15

Pairing: Jackie Varma x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 3,145

A/N: Jackie has something special planned for MC. Okay ngl, I STRUGGLED with this one. Idk why but I did so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but dw, there’ll be more hopefully better Jackie x MC fics in the future! Also @playchoices make MC and their LI official challenge.

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"Do you know what's up with Jackie?" I asked Sienna and Elijah while we had brunch together at the dining table. Aurora and Jackie were at work but we were off today. "She's been a little jumpy lately."

They looked at each other then back at me.

"I mean I know she had that whole thing with Panacea Labs but I don't know... this feels... different," I explained further. "She won't even tell me what's wrong!"

Elijah let out a cough while Sienna just ate her cereal quietly, suddenly very interested in the little loops floating in milk.

I squinted at them. "You both know something."

Elijah looked away, not wanting to face me but Sienna's head shot up and her eyes widened.

"What? Of course not!" she exclaimed defensively. "Why would we? Right, Elijah?"

She chuckled nervously and I heard her murmur, 'oh god' under her breath. Elijah glared at Sienna and whispered to her 'shhh!'.

"I'm right here!" I threw my arms up in disbelief. "If you guys know something, you better spill! And don't even try lying to me."

"Okay, yeah we know something," Elijah admitted and Sienna gazed at him worriedly. "But we can't tell you, I'm sorry."

"Why not?" I questioned, feeling myself get annoyed. "I'm worried for her, I've never seen Jackie so on edge and it's stressing me out!"

"She's planning to take you out tonight!" Sienna blurted then immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

"Sienna!" Elijah shouted.

"What?" Sienna screamed back. "She was gonna find out eventually! Jackie's gonna call her anytime now!"

And just like magic, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Casey," I heard Jackie say nonchalantly. "What's up?"

"Just having brunch with Sienna and Elijah." I shot them a glare and saw them shrink a little in their seats. "Did you need anything?"

"Uh, yeah, actually," she replied awkwardly. "How do you feel about dinner?"

"I have strong feelings about it," I joked. "I don't have it every day but it is pretty important."

I heard her scoff on the other side and I could almost see her eye roll and smile. "I meant with me, doofus."

"Dr. Jackie Varma," I said dramatically. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"God, I'm regretting it already."

She wasn't.

"That wasn't an answer," I teased.

"Hypothetically, if I were to ask you to put on something nice and get ready by 7 for me to fetch you to take you out for dinner, would you?" she avoided the question and I couldn't help the grin forming on my face.

"Hypothetically, of course!"

"So I'll see you at 7?"

"I thought you said it was hypothetical?" I messed with her.

"Oh my god," she groaned. "You're such a dork, I'll see you later."

I laughed at her frustration. "Alright, alright, bye, have a good day at work."

We hung up and I turned to find Sienna and Elijah looking at me cautiously.

"That's what's been bothering her?"

"Uh, yeah," Elijah sputtered out. "Yup, that's it."

"But I don't get why she's been jumpy, we've been out for dinner together before," I stated, confused.

The only response I got was Elijah shrugging while Sienna covered her mouth.

I narrowed my eyes at them. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"No! Of course not!" Sienna squealed in a voice that was higher than usual.

Obviously, I didn't believe them but I decided to let them off the hook.

"Fine, I'll figure it out myself. But at least just tell me Jackie is alright. Tell me nothing bad happened."

"Nothing like that!" Sienna said immediately.

"She's fine, don't worry about it." That was Elijah.

"Okay. Okay, that's all I need to know."

They were visibly relieved that I dropped the subject but I couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was going on?

~*~*~

It was just before 7p.m. and I was touching up my make up. I leaned back and looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I was presentable.

I was wearing a black body-con mini dress with a plunging neckline that was covered in sequins, making it glitter. My makeup was done to perfection and so was my hair.

I turned to admire my reflection and you know what? Screw presentable.

I looked amazing!

I heard the doorbell ring and I grabbed my purse, rushing out to answer it.

I saw Elijah and Sienna sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. I remembered him saying something to Sienna about showing her this action series he's been into during brunch but my mind was still too busy on Jackie to be focusing.

"Oh my gosh!" Sienna shouted when she saw me. "You look great!"

"You planning to make Jackie pass out?" Elijah joked.

"Thanks, guys," I laughed and grinned, moving to answer the door.

I opened it and there she stood, the woman I came to care for, who's always had my back and been there for me through thick and thin. The woman I adored and was the most important person to me in the world, staring at me as if she's be struck by lightning.

And I was sure I was looking at her the same way.

She was wearing a dazzling dark blue halter neck dress that ended mid-thighs, showing off her body. The collar was covered in rhinestones and she wore a bracelet to match.

Her hair was in her usual chignon style while her makeup highlighted her already strikingly beautiful features.

Jackie looked gorgeous!

"Damn," she whispered. Her wide eyes started to smoulder and her slightly agape mouth turned into a grin. She bit her lip.

She sauntered up to me and slid her hands to my waist, eyes running up and down my figure and finally landing on my chest. I shivered under her touch and gaze.

"You cleaned up good."

"Are you talking to me or my boobs?" I laughed and she dragged her eyes up to mine, offering me a mischievous smile.

Her hand grabbed onto the back of my neck and she pulled me into a kiss. Our lips met in passionate haste. Her other hand roamed my back as mine rested against her hips. I felt the familiar butterflies start to flutter in the pit of my stomach when she kissed me.

We pulled away when we heard Sienna shout, "Not again! Please!"

We burst out laughing against each other's lips and decided to stop traumatising the poor girl.

"Hey, Sienna, Elijah," Jackie greeted them, peering into our apartment.

They greeted her back and before we could walk away to head to her car, Sienna shouted, "Have fun! Good luck!"

Jackie shut the door in a hurry and placed a hand on the small of my back, leading me away from our apartment.

"Good luck?" I looked at Jackie questioningly. "What for?"

Jackie shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows with that girl."

My brows creased skeptically but once again, brush it off. Maybe she was right.

When we made it to her car, she stopped me.

"Wait, I got something for you." She opened the back door of her car and pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers. She presented them to me, avoiding eye contact and said, "Here."

"Aww, Jackie! This is so sweet!" My heart melted at the sight.

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome," she murmured.

I accepted them and stepped closer to her. "Aw, you're embarrassed too!"

"I'm not!" she huffed and I giggled, placing a hand on her cheek to direct her gaze to meet mine.

Her skin burned under my touch. Yup, she was definitely blushing.

"You're so cute," I said and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Not exactly my brand," she said with a sly grin. "But I'll take it."

She opened the passenger's seat door for me and I ushered me in, me still holding the bouquet.

She closed the door behind me and got into the driver's side. She started the engine and pulled out of the car park.

Throughout the entire car ride, Jackie was jittery. I noticed her fingers drumming against the steering wheel which I've come to learn meant that she was nervous even if her face was stoic.

"You okay?" I asked her worriedly.

"Oh, yeah," she said mindlessly and turned the corner.

"If you say so," I said quietly and the rest of the ride was silent until we reached our destination.

Jackie parked a few blocks away so we had to walk to the restaurant. Once again, she opened the door for me and this time, offered me her arm hesitantly.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. It was definitely a pleasant surprise but this was way out of Jackie's character, I wasn't even sure if this was the same woman.

Wordlessly, I looped my arm around hers as we made our way to dinner, trying to neutralise my surprised expression.

We stopped in front of a grand restaurant which definitely looked like a meal here cost more than our rent.

"Jackie!" I turned to her. "We're having dinner here?"

"Yeah, is it too much?" she asked hurriedly. "If it is, we can just go somewhere simpler."

"No! No, it's just that, can we afford this?"

Jackie's face fell into relief. "Oh, don't worry about it, I've been saving up for a while now." She bit her lip and she lead me into the building. "Also the parents of one of my patients owns the place and they said they'd give me a discount but that's not important," she said jokingly with a smile.

I let out a laugh as Jackie checked our reservations with the maître d'. A waiter lead us to our table and we took our seats.

We opened the menus and after a while, Jackie said, "Okay, I have no idea what any of these are."

"Me neither," I giggled, trying to make out some of the words. "I think this one is... duck?"

"How sure are you?"

"Not at all."

We laughed and Jackie spoke.

"Alright, alright, why don't I randomly pick something for you, just tell me when to stop."

She ran her finger up and down the menu.

"Stop!" Jackie stopped her finger and squinted at the menu item her finger landed on. "What is it?"

"As if I know," she replied laughing. "You'll find out later."

I did the same for her and after we ordered when the waiter returned, I asked, "So was this outfit what you were sneaking out in that garment bag this morning?"

"You saw that?" She gave me a surprised look.

"'Cuz I definitely couldn't see it behind your back when you came into my room this morning to kiss me goodbye," I grinned as I watched her soul leave her body.

"You were awake?!"

I nodded, trying to hold back my laughter. "I always am when you do."

"Oh god," she groaned and hid her face behind her hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it so I can tease you and revel in your embarrassment. Which so happens to be now!" I stated proudly.

"That's it, I'm never giving you a forehead kiss ever again." She crossed her arms and slumped in her seat.

"Aw, come on," I reached out to take her hand in mine. "Pleaseeeee?"

She rolled her eyes but fought the grin appearing on her lips. "I'll think about it."

Just then, our food was placed in front of us and we just stared at our respective orders for a good minute.

"What is this?" Jackie asked.

"I wish I knew."

We looked at each other's plates and burst out laughing.

"After you," I said.

"No way, we're doing this together!" She smirked at me. "Unless the great Dr. Valentine is scared of a little..." she trailed off, trying to figure out what was served in front of us. "Whatever that is."

I grinned. "Of course you'd make a competition out of this."

"Hey, less talking, more eating."

We both cut out a small chunk of our food and lifted it to mouths.

"Okay," she said. "Three, two, one..."

Jackie and I bite into the forkful and braced ourselves for the worst. But it wasn't the worst... nor was it the best either?

"I can't tell if I like it or not.. or what this even is," I admitted.

"Me neither."

We looked at each other and started laughing again.

"Let's just stick to sushi next time."

"Agreed," I said, still giggling.

We talked as we ate but I could still sense that Jackie was tense.

"Am I missing something?"

"Hm?"

"The sudden dinner date, the flowers, the opening doors for me," I explained. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, and it's really sweet of you... but you, well, normally you don't do stuff like this. Is there a special occasion today? Did I forget something?"

She glanced at me then back at her food.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you," she said quietly.

I grinned at her, "Well, I definitely won't complain about that, so thank you, but is that it?"

Jackie started playing with her food, obviously trying to avoid the question.

"What's wrong?" I took her hand in mine from across the table. She let me intertwine our fingers together and I squeezed.

"Nothing, nothing, just a little tired from work."

"Jackie..."

She looked me in the eyes and her gaze softened from seeing my worried expression.

"Can we get out of here?" she asked.

"Are you done eating?"

"We can grab a hotdog or something if you want," she grinned and stood up. "Not like you were actually enjoying it, right?"

I chuckled and let Jackie guide me out of the restaurant.

When we got out, she turned to the opposite direction from where she parked her car.

"Er, where are you going?"

"To go get you a hotdog," she motioned me to follow her. "There's a stand nearby. Also, I need to talk with you."

Uhhh, that didn't sound good.

"Talk to me?" I puzzled, worried. "About what?"

"Nothing bad, don't worry, I'll explain after I get you some food."

She bought me a hot dog but didn't get one for herself.

"You don't want one?"

"Nah," she shook her head. "And I, uh, I'm not gonna lie, a little too nervous to think about food right now."

"Why...?"

She took a deep breath as we strolled down the empty street. "Promise me you won't say anything until I'm done? I just... I have to get it all out."

"Is that why you got me a hotdog?" I tried to lighten the mood even though I could feel my heart sink to my stomach. "To shut me up while you talk?"

She snorted. "Even if I did, would you complain?"

"About getting free food? Never."

"Exactly," she let out a soft laugh.

I glanced at her and I knew she was trying to gather her thoughts. I let her, finishing my hot dog in the meantime. Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke up.

"Okay," she began. "I think it's pretty obvious, I'm not one for romance. I'm not the most romantic and I'm no good at it. But it didn't matter, because I thought it was a waste of time, that relationships were a waste of time. I was used to hookups and one-night-stands. And when I first saw you, I thought it would be the same." She paused for a moment and glanced at me. "Except it wasn't."

My heartbeat picked up at her confession and my eyes never left her face even though she wasn't looking at me. A million emotions raced in me.

"I told you during our intern year that I was avoiding you because you were a distraction. Which was true, but I was also avoiding you because I couldn't remember the last time I felt this way about someone. Or if I ever have. I don't do the whole relationship thing, hell, the last was probably in high school. And I thought I'd never get into another one again... but then you came along. I pushed you away but you were still there for me."

She stopped walking and I followed. She looked me in the eyes, gaze never wavering and I stared back into hers. You didn't have to, but you did and suddenly, I could picture me doing all of this... with you. The romance, the commitment, everything. I've never cared about anyone more than I do you. You're the most important thing in my life, Casey. And I don't want to lose you."

She inhaled deeply and slowly let it out, steeling herself to say the next words. "So what I'm asking is... what I'm trying to say... ugh!" she slid her hand over her face and blurted out, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She composed herself and cautiously took both my hands in hers, adding on softly, “And can I be yours?”

I looked at her, stunned. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jackie let go of hands rubbed the back of her neck. “Unless, you don’t want to,” she quickly said. “The forget I even asked-“

I cut her off by pulling her into me by the waist, smashing my lips against hers. Hers arms instinctively made their way around my neck to bring me closer. I could feel her racing heart drumming against my own as our lips moved in sync, passion crashing between us.

I broke off the kiss, feeling breathless, arms still around each other. "Yes!"

Jackie laughed blissfully into the night, "Yeah, I think you made it pretty clear."

“That’s why you’ve been skittish all week?”

Jackie scoffed. “I have not been skittish.”

“You so have been!” I argued. “That explains the flowers and everything!”

“That’s Bryce’s idea,” she muttered. “Blame the Scalpel Jockey for most of it.”

“More like thank him,” I laughed. “I can definitely see Bryce written all over this evening.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I went to him for advice,” she smiled. “I must have been pretty desperate.”

I giggled. “And I’m guessing Bryce told Sienna and Elijah?”

“And Raf and Kyra. And Sienna told Aurora,” she went on. “They were more excited than me.”

“’Cuz you were peeing your pants?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes but let out a small grin. “I plead the fifth.”

“Whatever you say, girlfriend.”

Jackie beamed and pulled me back into her. “Shut up,” she whispered against my lips as she kissed me.

And so there we stood, under the streetlight with no one else in sight, trapped in each other’s arms as our lips locked in an embrace, with me finally getting to call this amazing woman my girlfriend.

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Hidden Behind the Mask

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader

(I’d definitely love to write a part 2 of this, so if enough people want it, I’ll definitely write it)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Requested: yes-On a mission with Rey, reader encounters Kylo Ren & aims her blaster at him. He approaches her, has her up against a wall, but she finds that she cannot shoot. He removes his mask to reveal Ben Solo, the man she loves and was told to be dead.

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: slight panic attack, swearing, kinda angsty ngl

~not my gif~

“Please, love, please join me,” as soon as Ben had said that, you knew he had changed, you knew he had been tempted by the dark and there probably wasn’t a way that you’d ever get him back. “We can rule together, finally be together without going against orders,” he pleaded. 

“Ben, this isn’t you. Please relax and we can figure this out. Please don’t do this,” you figured he wouldn’t go with you and his next words showed just how right you were.

“No, y/n, can’t you see. You have the ability to be so much more powerful, to be with me, and you’re just throwing it away for what? Tell me, give me a valid reason why you’re staying.  They don’t care about you here, you won’t amount to anything more than a wannabe Jedi.”

You bolted up in bed, trying to catch your breath. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. Except, most of it wasn’t. The part of Ben leaving was real and although he didn’t say those things to you, you thought them of yourself in that time and place, and they somehow still manifested in your head. After that night, you were told that Ben died from his own will, but the last memory you had of him haunted you still. 

Ben solo, the only man you ever truly loved, was also the one man that broke your heart into a million pieces. You wanted to hate him, but you could never. He held so much sentiment to you, in so many ways that you couldn’t erase him from your head. He was still a persistent thought that came to mind, but you worked over a long period of time to push it into the back of your head, which brought you from a scared, insecure padawan to a strong, determined, Jedi and Pilot for the Resistance.

You were always close to Leia, your connection with her son bringing you two closer than most. She knew that it was better that you didn’t know he was Kylo Ren, it left you unbiased and if you were forced to face the danger that was Kylo Ren it wouldn’t impact you as much. She also knew that even if you didn’t know he was alive, if he saw you, he would want to go back to the light - or she hoped at least. 

Although it was earlier than necessary, you headed to the communications bay, where you assumed Leia would be. She was talking to some of the other Lieutenants preparing for missions, so you waited for her to finish. 

“y/n, good morning.”

“Good morning, General.” She rolled her eyes as you addressed her officially. You and her got into a regular conversation about everything going on around you. You only noticed a slight change when you mentioned Kylo, you only assumed it was because he was the one that killed Han, that was the only news you had heard about him recently. After some attacks on the Resistance base, you knew he was the one to blame. 

Shortly after you and Leia got to talking, Rey came into the communications bay, “Rey, I’m so glad that you’re here, I have a mission for you two. There are some individuals on Tatooine that you need to pick up and bring here. They are offbase resistance engineers but are elsewhere. Darru Jakar and Corr Halcyon, you two are the only ones that would be able to tell where they were, just be aware - we can never be too sure. You two are the only ones that would be able to find them easily, so that’s why I’m sending you both and if you run into trouble, you’ll be able to fight. That’s all, ladies, and may the force be with you.”

You and Rey also had a very close connection, one that was mostly through the force and also by the fact that Luke trained you both. She knew about what had happened in the past but was very determined to avoid the topic. 

You and Rey got packed and were soon on your way to Tatooine. Making small talk on the Falcon as you got to your destination. Although you assumed it would be an easy mission, you hadn’t anticipated there to be a large number of stormtroopers or Kylo Ren’s TIE fighter. As soon as you saw both you knew that you needed to be on point, or else this could go terribly wrong before it even starts. 

You and Rey were very cautious as you made your way around the desert planet. If you were caught, there would be severe consequences. “You go this way, I’ll go that way. We can cover more ground, be aware so if anyone is close you can sense it.” You nodded in agreement to her statement and made your way to the part of Tatooine. 

You made your way around the area, carefully knowing you needed to find Darru and Corr, rather sooner than later. When you saw them, you made your way over there and grabbed their attention. “We need to leave if we’re going to make it back to base,” you said, quietly. 

You started walking, they quickly followed. As you were exiting you saw Rey about to head into a shop, “Perfect timing. C’mon, we need to go.” You quickly headed towards your ship, hoping for your exit to go as smoothly as possible. What you didn’t realize was that the stormtroopers had found your ship and had surrounded it, waiting for you to get closer. 

“Stop right there,” one of the stormtroopers said. He held his blaster towards you, Rey, and the engineers following behind. 

“I’ll stall them, you go find a way onto the ship.” As much as you wanted to stay, you knew she could handle her own. You ran quickly to the other side of the ship, hoping to be able to make it through to the back of the ship. You could sense something was close by, even though you didn’t know what it was you still rushed the engineers. 

You were finally able to get one of the back hatches open, making sure the engineers could get up the ladder as quickly as possible. When you didn’t see Rey anywhere, you assumed she was still caught up in the fight, so you made your way to the other side of the ship. The feeling of something coming closer came back and when you turned you were faced with your worst fear, the one, and only Kylo Ren. 

You quickly brought your blaster up, aiming to shoot, yet when you shot, the blast stopped mid-air. “What the hell?”

“You really thought you could stop-” He stopped himself as he approached closer. You didn’t know why, but he kept walking towards you. 

“What? Is it something wrong with my face?” you said, snarkily, not wanting to put up with how weird he was acting. He kept walking towards you, even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew he was looking at you. 

“y/n?” As soon as the name came through on his obviously modified voice, you froze. Why did he know your name? How could he know it?

“Wh-How? I-How do you know my name?” Before you knew it your back hit against the ship. You were frozen, unsure of how to react to what you had just heard. 

He stood still for a moment, seeming unsure of how to react himself. He just looked at you for a while, until you heard the hiss of his helmet. You were about to come face to face with Kylo Ren. Then his helmet came off and the amount of shock you were in only increased. 

“B-Ben? No, no, no. It can’t be. No. This is obviously just another one of my nightmares, soon enough I’ll wake up,” you squeezed your eyes tight, but when you opened them he was still there. 

His face had changed in the few years of you not seeing him. “I caused you to have nightmares,” he looked heartbroken by the idea of causing you pain. “I’m so sorry, angel.”

“I-You’re not here, there’s no way.” 

“Kylo, leave her alone. Y/n, we need to go...NOW.” Rey had finished fighting the stormtroopers, but more were approaching. 

“Please don’t go, you can stay with me.”

“Ben, I have to go. So either come with me or-” he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, in a gentle, loving manner. The kiss said so much while being so anticlimactic. “I love you, y/n, now go.”

You made your way to the ship, trying hard to comprehend everything that had just happened. How was he alive? Why had you just found out that he was still alive? He was Kylo Ren? He was a part of the sith, the evil that you swore to protect people from. You had no idea what to do.

You were silent all the way back to base, but you knew who you needed to see as soon as you got there. You stormed off your ship, ignoring Rey calling your name.

“Leia, did you know?” you didn’t mean to be as loud as you were, but you were seeing red. What would you do if she did know? 

“About?”

“Ben.”

“y/n, I promise, I did it to protect you.” Her saying that made you even angrier. “To protect me? From what?”

“y/n, please calm down. I’ll explain, but I need you to calm down.” Your breathing quickened, you suddenly couldn’t catch your breath. “y/n, inhale, exhale. Take deep breaths for me.” You suddenly couldn’t process anything around you and before you knew it, you were in the med bay. 

Once your breathing had settled, Leia came back to check in on you and give some explanation to what had happened. “y/n, Luke and I didn’t want you to follow after, we never wanted you to regret any decision. We knew that Ben was dead, but at the same time, Kylo Ren was born. We knew that if you saw what Ben had become it would break you, considering how much in love you are with him, even still. When the nightmares started, I knew it was him trying to contact you through the force, but you were strong and resistant to them. I just knew you’d be heartbroken if you knew what actually happened, and I’m sorry for not telling you.” 

Both you and Leia had tears in your eyes. You understood why she did what she did, so you couldn’t be mad at her for it. 

“He recognized me and he’s changed a lot. And-and he said he still loves me. Do you think we can get him back?”

“We can only hope.” 

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find our way back... part 6

here’s part six y’all! summer classes are kicking my butt ngl, but we gotta do what we gotta do right?

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Warnings: none,

Summary: Persephone enacts her plan, causing trouble for Spencer.

Words: ~3416

part 5 | part 6 | part 7

Spencer was beyond pissed. His alarm didn’t go off in the morning, making him rush to get ready in the morning. He needed to do laundry as all his clothes smelled as if they had been dragged through dirt, and to top it all off, he had to make a quick stop at the hospital for more blood. His mind was racing as he drove to work. He couldn’t help but think he was missing something as he drove. He was going to be late and he was hoping Emily wouldn’t say anything.

Persephone was a nervous mess. She pulled her hair in a messy bun that may or may not have taken her an hour to perfect. She had pulled a few strands out, framing her face. She decided to not put on any makeup and put on one of her favorite dresses, a lacey white sundress. It had an open lace pattern around the waist while everywhere else had another layer of cotton underneath. It fell just short of her mid thigh. She looked at herself in the mirror, breathing, twisting her body around.

“You look perfect.” Persephone looked at Iz through the mirror. “Stop worrying so much.”

“I can’t help it.” Persephone smoothed down the bottom of the dress, looking out the window. “It’s pretty sunny out today.”

Iz walked in the shadows of the room, getting closer to Persephone. “Uh, uh. You will not use the weather to get out of doing this. We’ve been planning this for a week. Also, I would have wasted my energy looking for this.” Iz dug into her pocket, pulling out a small ring.

“Oh, you found it?” Persephone moved closer to Iz, grabbing the ring from her hand, placing it on her ring finger. The band of the ring was small, holding together two small stones, one amethyst and the other peridot. 

“Yeah, and it wasn’t easy either. I found like 50 rings! Why don’t you have all of them together?”

“I don’t know.” Persephone was still admiring the ring. “That’s a smart idea though.” 

“Great,” Iz rolled her eyes, placing her head in her hand. “Well, you’ve got your ring, the weather isn’t an issue anymore, you gotta leave now if you wanna beat Spencer.”

Persephone wrung her hands together, letting out one more deep breathe. “See you later!” 

Persephone stood in front of the building, looking up at it. “Sixth floor, come on,” Her heels clacked on the floor, as she approached the front desk. It hadn’t taken her long to get through security, although she did move things along, skipping a few steps in the process.

She stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the sixth floor, her guts rearranging her insides. She bit down on her lip watching the numbers slowly move upwards. As the sixth floor dinged, she closed her eyes, expelling all her nerves in her breath and stepped out of the elevator. She walked down the small space, opening the clear doors into the bullpen. She kept her face neutral, looking around the area.

Many people didn’t pay much attention to her, moving around her with files and items. She noticed a woman sitting at her desk, her blonde hair falling in her face as she was hunched over writing frantically. Persephone walked towards her, her heels alerting the other woman of her presence.

“Excuse me?” The woman looked up, doing a double take. “Do you think you could help me, Agent,” Persephone read the nameplate. “Jareau?”

JJ looked at this mysterious woman. She had a small smile on her face, her brown eyes holding a sense of warmth. JJ was at a loss of words. If someone was to ask her, she would describe her as beautiful. JJ cleared her throat before speaking.

“O-of course. What can I help you with?” JJ put on a smile as well.

“Is Spencer Reid in yet?” Persephone asked fully knowing he wasn’t.

“Actually no, not yet. I could leave a message for him?”

“If you could point me to his desk, I can just wait for him.” Persephone wanted to throw up. She has never had to act this nicely before and it was tiring her out. JJ pointed over at his desk, Persephone following with her eyes. “Thank you Agent Jareau,”

JJ nodded and as soon as Persephone turned around, she whipped out her phone, paperwork forgotten.

JJ: BULLPEN!! NOW!!  Penelope: emergency?? JJ: JUST COME!!!

Penelope shot out of her chair, walking quickly as she could in her wedges towards the bullpen. She walked through the doors, heading straight to JJ’s desk.

“JJ? What’s wrong?” Penelope’s worried tone brought JJ out of her thoughts.

“Look,” She pointed at Spencer’s desk where Persephone was flipping through one of Spencer’s books. Penelope looked over, also doing a double take.

“What’s Persephone doing here?”

JJ gawked at her. “You know her??”

“Spencer asked me to look into her the other day. I asked if they were together and he said it wasn’t like that.”

“What did you find out?” JJ stood up, grabbing Penelope’s arm.

Persephone mindlessly flipped through the book. She hid her smirk as she listened to the two blondes talk about her.

“Tara, Tara,” Penelope grabbed Tara’s arm as she walked through the doors, passing JJ’s desk.

“Whoa, what?” Tara asked. 

“Hot chick at Spencer’s desk. We need the 411 on her.” Penelope spoke quickly.

“Isn’t that your job?” Tara raised her eyebrow at her. Penelope waved her arm.

“Go talk to her!” 

“Why me?”

“You two are desk mates, it makes the most logical sense.”

Tara rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna go talk with Emily, you speak to her.” Tara walked away from the two of them, walking into Emily’s office.

“Fine, I will.” Penelope huffed, fixing her dress before strutting over to Spencer’s desk. JJ tried to stop her, but instead, walked over to Matt’s desk. She took a seat at the desk, pretending to do work there so she could listen in on the conversation.

Persephone glanced upwards at the colorfully dressed woman stopped in front of her. 

“Hi, I’m Penelope.” She stuck out her hand. Persephone smiled brightly, standing up, taking her hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Persephone.”

“I know,” Penelope's eyes widened, as Persephone raised an eyebrow.

This must be the person that looked me up. Persephone let out a small laugh. “I didn’t realize Spencer talked about me.”

Penelope let out a small breath. “Oh, he’s mentioned you in passing.” Lie. “He did not do you justice.”

“Thank you?” Persephone tilted her head, playing with the hem of her dress.

“Oh, that’s a compliment. You are very beautiful.” Penelope’s wide smile affected Persephone.

“Thank you, you’re very pretty as well. I love your dress.”

Penelope blushed, waving her hand. “How do you know Spencer?”

“Oh, Spencer’s-”

“Garcia, are you going to introduce your friend?” Persephone peered over Penelope’s shoulder, an older Italian man and a younger Mexican man were standing behind her.

“Oh, uh,” Penelope couldn’t form a sentence.

“Hi, Persephone, pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Persephone took a few steps forward, placing a hand on Penelope’s shoulder, holding the other one out for the two men to shake.

“Luke Alvez.” Luke was transfixed on Persephone. She felt familiar to him, but couldn’t place where he had seen her before.

“David Rossi,” David kissed Persephone's knuckles. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

Persephone bit her lip, a small blush creeping across her face.

“I didn’t know Penelope had such beautiful friends.” Luke spoke smiling.

“She’s not my friend.” Penelope shook her head. “She’s Spencer’s.” Both Luke and David look at each other, their eyes widening slightly.

Spencer stepped out of the elevator in a huff. He was only ten minutes late. He went to open the doors of the bullpen, but stopped when he saw the group of people surrounding his desk. He furrowed his eyebrows, they seemed circled around someone. Someone he couldn’t see. He pulled the door open.

Penelope was the first to turn. She looked at Spencer who was still standing near the door in confusion. Penelope waved him over, moving over, nudging Luke to move as well. When they parted, Spencer’s movements still, his brain went into overdrive.

His eyes started from the bottom, taking in all of it, her smooth tanned skin, the natural curve of her body. Persephone was standing in the middle of the circle. Her body was angled away from, he could see part of her face. Her lips curved upwards, tilting her face, her slender fingers tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. She laughed at something David had said while Spencer took a few more steps forward. Persephone’s eyes wandered, noticing the movement and then turned fully to look at Spencer. 

Spencer was utterly confused. What was she doing here? At my work? How long has she been here? What has she told them? “K-Kore,” The words left his mouth with his breath, the only one to hear it was her. Persephone smiled at him, too sweetly, and that’s when Spencer moved.

He rushed forward, Penelope and Luke stepping further away to avoid getting knocked over. Spencer bent down, wrapping his arms around her waist, squeezing her and picking her up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He whisper shouted in her ear.

Persephone wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. “To see you, silly.” 

Spencer hated how her voice was too high pitched, it was too preppy, not her at all. She wanted something and he couldn’t figure out what. Spencer placed her back down, her hands still resting on his shoulders.

“I wasn’t expecting you here?”

Persephone tilted her head to the side, feigning confusion. “But, I thought you would have something for me.” 

Spencer was painfully aware of everyone surrounding the two of them, not even trying to pretend they were busy doing other things. Spencer wracked his brain, trying to figure out what Persephone’s game was, he barely registered Penelope's gasp.

Persephone waited patiently, staring into Spencer’s eyes. She started drumming her left hand on his shoulder, but he seemed too far into his own mind to notice. It wasn’t until she looked away and Penelope, whose mouth was covered with her hands that Spencer was able to think clearly.

“Penelope, are you alright?” Persephone tore away from Spencer, who grasped at the empty space she was once in. Spencer looked up facing David who had an unreadable expression on his face.

Penelope shook her head, grabbing Persephone’s hand, staring at the ring on the finger. “Who gave this to you?”

Persephone smiled, looking back at Spencer’s head. “My husband.”

Spencer closed his eyes, putting his head in his hands, swearing. He felt the eyes of his team staring him down and he raised his head, turning around, keeping his eyes steady on Persephone.

“Can I speak to you,” He pulled Persephone’s arm slightly, pulling her away from Penelope. “Privately.”

Persephone nodded as Spencer pulled her out of the bullpen and into the hallway. She turned her head around, giving a small smile and wave to his team.

Emily wasted no time. “Penelope,” When she turned, Emily pointed at the computer on Spencer’s desk and she sat down on his chair, pulling up the video feed of the hallway. Everyone gathered around, watching the scene play out.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Spencer that angry.” JJ stated. Spencer’s entire body was rigid. He pulled Persephone in front of him, her back facing the wall.

“Look how calm she is.” Luke said. “I mean, if I saw Spencer like that, I’d be pretty scared. She doesn’t even bat an eye.”

“How long have they known each other?” Tara asked.

“I don’t know,” Penelope responded, zooming in closer. “He told me ‘it wasn’t like that’.”

Spencer used his arms, moving his entire body, pointing towards the doors of the bullpen. Persephone stood relaxed, watching his face. She played with the hem of her dress. Her eyes narrowed, responding to something Spencer had said and he caught it. Spencer lowered his arms, dropping his head slightly, running his hands through his hair.

“Whoa, did you see that?” Matt pointed at the screen.

“They’ve known each other for while based on their reactions to one another.” David chimed in.

Emily narrowed her eyes at the screen. “Whoever she is, she’s been in the public eye.”

“What makes you say that?” David asked.

“Look at the way she carries herself. Something Spencer said has made her upset, but look at the posture, nothing but her eyes gives it away. Trust me I’ve pissed off enough royalty to know that look.”

Spencer took a step forward, blocking Persephone’s means of escape and her back hit the wall. He placed his hands on either side on her head, leaning in. Persephone smiled, leaning forward to whisper something in his ear and while doing that, pushed Spencer back, turning their bodies so his back hit the wall.

“Whoa,” Penelope’s eyes widened.

“Penelope, I know you’re going to look into her more so I would expand your search to international as well. I’m 95% positive she’s connected to royalty in some way.” 

Persephone placed a small kiss on Spencer’s cheek, turning towards the bullpen. Penelope closed the browser as everyone else scrambled to look busy. Persephone walked back into the bullpen, heading straight to Spencer’s desk, grabbing a small item on his desk. She turned her head to where Penelope stood, next to Tara’s desk.

“It was really nice meeting you all.” Persephone smiled at her.

“Oh, you as well. I hope we get to see more of you.” Penelope smiled politely.

“Really? Maybe we should get together for dinner. Here,” She grabbed Penelope's phone. “I’ll send you the location.” 

Tara and Penelope watched Persephone leave the bullpen and talk to Spencer while waiting for the elevator.

Spencer let out a breath of relief. He ignored the stares of his team, walking into Emily’s office.

“I need to leave.” He turned around, not bothering to wait for Emily’s response. Emily followed after him, but was stopped by David. He just shook his head.

“He needs to figure this out for himself.”

Persephone sent Penelope a message the next day of the location for dinner.

Seph: Here’s the location! Invite everyone, dress fancy. my treat! Penelope: :)

Since yesterday, Penelope had run Persephone’s number through the database, as well as running an international search on her. She knew it was wrong, but not being able to find anything on her bugged her to her core. She sent out in a group text relaying what Persephone had sent getting a chorus of thumbs up. Everyone wanted to know about this mysterious Persephone. The only person that hadn’t responded was Spencer.

Penelope: Everyone’s in! JJ and Matt were wondering if they could bring their spouses Seph: Of course! The more the merrier! Penelope: Spencer hasn’t responded… Seph: Hmm, that’s alright. I don’t doubt he’ll be there!

Persephone stood outside the restaurant she had picked out, her phone in her hand. She enjoyed talking to Penelope. Her good hearted aura drew her in and she was excited about getting to learn more about everyone. She needed to figure out what she was going to wear. Heading back to Iz’s Bar, she raided through all her clothes, throwing them haphazardly.

“Seph, could you be a little more careful with your clothes?”

“Huh, why?” Persephone barely paid much attention, finding the outfit, gracefully maneuvering between all her clothes towards the jewelry cabinet.

“Because just one of these could pay off all the loans on this place!” Iz threw her hands in the air. “How’d it go?”

“We got into a fight, but his team is really nice. They seemed to really like me.” Persephone held the dress up, looking at the different jewelry. “I’m taking them out for dinner so we can get to know each other!”

“What was the fight about?” Iz walked over, helping Persephone zip up her dress, smoothing out the edges. The dress was a deep red, falling down to her feet. It was strapless with a plunging neckline. The light bounced off the dress making it sparkle.

“‘Why are you here, in my place of work? Are you trying to ruin my life? As if they’d actually like you without your cute princess act.’” Persephone imitated Spencer.

“You look stunning in your dress.” Iz helped Persephone braid her hair. She made a makeshift crown on her head, leaving the rest of her hair to fall down her back in loose curls. “When was the last time you wore this dress?”

Flashback -Italy ~1632

Persephone ran down the corridor, giggling as she bit into the cherry custard she had stolen from the kitchen. She turned the corner almost running into someone.

“Ah, Annette, you scared me,” She chastised her great great great granddaughter.

“What are you doing?” Annette asked her. “If the king find out,”

“Oh please, I have the king wrapped around my finger. For anyone that’s concerned, you’re his daughter and I’m his Imperial Consort.” Persephone ran her hand across her collarbones.

“Rumors are spreading about you though,” Annette pulled Persephone into an empty room. “How the king is pursuing a woman almost as young as his own daughter. What must people think?”

“Just have some fun. It’s not like we’re planning a coup. Loosen up, have some fun. Don’t you have a lesson soon?”

Annette sighed, giving up. “Fine, but you also have to go and learn diplomacy rules and law.” 

Persephone smiled. “Now you’re getting it. There’s a ball tonight, the king is looking around for suitors for you, so be on your best behavior.”

Persephone opened the door, looking both ways before walking into the corridor, Annette following closely behind. 

“Will you come by and help me into my dress?”

“Of course,” Persephone poked Annette’s nose. “You have to help me as well. I’ll bring the dresses around later tonight.”

Present Day

“The night Annette got engaged.” Persephone looked over at the clock. “Oh, I have to go.” She finished putting her jewelry heading downstairs.

“Driver, let’s go.” 

“You hired a driver for tonight?” Iz smirked.

“No, he’s always been my driver,” Persephone smiled at the man in the tux. “Isn’t that right Arnold?”

He smiled at Persephone. “That’s correct. My family has been driving you around for as long as I can remember.” 

Iz shook her head. “You’ve had a driver all this time, and you still make me take the bus whenever you want to hang out?”

“You’ve never asked,” Persephone shrugged her shoulders heading outside, waving a goodbye. “Oh,”

Iz turned around. “Hmmm?”

“You can take one of those dresses if it’ll help you out with your loans and stuff.”

“What I couldn’t!”

Persephone smiled. “Really it’s fine.” She walked out leaving no room for argument.

Persephone sat in the back of the car, making small talk with Arnold as he drove. “How’s the honey? Your kids alright?”

“She’s doing fine, has her hands full with our youngest. Bo’s been running around breaking everything, including himself.” 

They both laughed. “That’s great.” Persephone got out of the car, Arnold helping her out. 

“Thank you, if there’s anything you ever need, don’t be hesitant to ask all right?”

Arnold nodded. “Of course.”

“Don’t stray too far, I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

Persephone stood by the host, waiting. She smoothed down her dress, nervous. She wanted to make a good lasting impression. If Spencer’s friends approved of her, then maybe Spencer will finally see her.

Emily and Penelope got out of the car, glancing at one another as they entered the restaurant. The smooth white tiles, the sounds of their heels clacking against them. One of the walls was a giant fish tank. 

“Wow” Emily let out a low whistle. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Yeah, I triple checked.” The two of them walked towards the second entrance.

“Emily, Penelope,” Persephone rose her hand, waving over the two agents.

Emily and Penelope stopped in their tracks for a moment before resuming. “She looks like an actual princess.” Emily whispered.

“She is,” Penelope whispered back. “Or least was, Her grandmother was the queen of a small country near Italy. I don’t know what happened though. Files are still being gathered.”

“Well, I guess we can find out tonight.” The three of them smiled at one another, ready for tonight’s events to unfold.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #301

“i was waiting for my chance to find the light”

Did you like the beach a lot more as a kid more than you do now? Why/Why not? I did. Everything was more fun as a kid. I never REALLY loved it, though, because I did and still do hate the heat and walking through sand and getting it stuck all over you. It's pretty much torture now because I have extreme difficulty walking through sand. Has there ever been a time where you just couldn't stop crying? Explain. I know I've had days many years ago when my PTSD was truly awful where I'd sob multiple times a day. What's your least favorite time of day? Why don't you like that time?Late afternoon, like around 3-4 or so. By that point I'm usually bored senseless and going downhill. Do you like your lips? Do you enjoy kissing? They're fine, ig. And I mean yeah, if I'm really into the person? Do you like any music from the American Idols? Which ones? Ngl, I don't even remember any besides Kelly Clarkson, and who the FUCK doesn't like "Breakaway." Do you like when people challenge you? If so, in what? No, I get nervous about embarrassing myself. Personally for you, is falling for someone way beyond your control? It is entirely out of my control. What's something other than a fruit that you love in milkshakes? (Ex.twix ) Mostly chocolate stuff, haha. What is your all time FAVORITE milkshake? Ever tried the Reese's Blast from Sonic? That's some A+ shit. What's the latest you've ever stayed up reading a book? No clue. When having a peanut butter & jam sandwich, what is the best kind of jam? Grape. Do you like to write poetry? Yeah, but it's been a long time since I wrote anything. I used to do it aaall the time, but now I have to be seriously motivated and dedicated to the idea. When you get mad do you cry? Absolutely. Would you ever consider modeling? No. I do think one or two model-esque photos of myself would be nice and possibly help my self-confidence, but it's not something I'm seeking out and paying for. Are you scared of crossing bridges? Not very, no. If they're kinda sketchy-looking, I might feel a tad tense, but I'm not really scared of them. Would you consider yourself clumsy? I am unfuckingbelievably clumsy. Ever bought ice cream from an ice cream truck? Yeah, sometimes Mom would let me and my sisters do that as kids when one came through our neighborhood. Have you ever had a poem or story published? No. If you had/have a kid would you ever let them get a tattoo? If they were of the appropriate age, of course. And if they were getting it done professionally and not at some party drunk with friends. They better be in a sterile environment with someone who knows what they're doing. Do you love guinea pigs? Absolutely. I had three or four as pets when I was a kid. What is the worst thing you ever did that got you grounded? Probably run away from home. Have you ever been chased by a snake? No... and this is a misconception. Snakes don't chase. They go for what they see as the safest escape route, and sometimes they identify your own chosen direction as where they wanted to head, too. Where do you wanna work? I want to be a freelance photographer. What awards have you won? A lot of "A honor roll" trophies through school, among other academic awards. I seriously don't know what happened to that intelligence. I also have dance awards and lots of childhood sports team stuff. Would you consider yourself good at taking care of kids? I don't think I am, no. I'm way too nervous and awkward around kids. I've had to babysit for my sister twice though, and Ashley told me the kids had lots of fun and had no complaints. I guess like... I can do it, I am just very, very uncomfortable taking kids under my wing. I worry about leading them in the wrong direction. How old would a guy have to be before you wouldn't date them? I don't know, it would really depend on how much I was into the person. I generally stick with the approximation of a ten year gap though being my limit, so I think maybe him being in his mid-30s would make me feel a bit too weird. Be honest, have you ever tried weed? No, but quite honestly, I'd probably try an edible. I refuse to smoke anything for my lungs' sake. I'm curious if medical marijuana would actually be beneficial for me. Has anyone ever broken up with you with a note? No, but uh... I have, lol. It's how I broke up with my "puppy-dog love" boyfriend in middle school. Literally after he asked me if I was thinking of breaking up with him, and I said no before handing him the note because I was just too scared to do it to his face. I know, that was absolutely awful. Never, ever do that to the most innocent boy ever, kids. He didn't deserve that. Do you have sensitive teeth? Kinda. What was the worst thing you ever did to get detention/suspended? I've only ever had detention once for having too many tardies to my first class of the day in high school. We'd frequently arrive to school just a few minutes late because I was fucking impossible to drag out of bed. Have you ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder? Yes. Do you suffer from nasal allergies? Yes. What's your favorite kind of pudding? I only really like chocolate pudding. Have you done anything really interesting lately? I guess you could consider starting a virtual partial hospitalization program "interesting." It's not the intensive version like my first was, but rather being shorter. I just really need something to get my mental health back on the tracks. What’s the latest really fun thing you’ve done? REALLY fun? Hell if I know. I don't experience "fun" a lot at all anymore... I only ever feel like, this watered down, unenthusiastic sorry excuse for it. Have you discovered any good music lately? Oh yeah, I've found lots of 3TEETH songs I'm mad into. "ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli is also a total bop. How about any good new television shows? No. Or perhaps some interesting books? Nothing new, no. Have you picked up a new hobby or learned a new skill? I mean, within what timespan? Nothing lately, really. Has anybody ever done your makeup for you? Yeah. Do you own any sparkly items of clothing? No. What’s the most colorful accessory you own and use? *shrug* Do you enjoy drag artists’ work? If so, name some of your favorites. Oh yes, I have wild respect for drag queens. I don't know enough of them to have a fair favorite, but I do watch Trixie Mattel on YouTube and he is a goddamn hoot. What, right now, is the best thing in your life? Um. I don't really know. Probably the fact my mother still lets my too-big-for-the-nest ass to live with her... I don't want to picture how my life would be if I didn't have her still essentially holding my hand. What’s a place you like to go to when you need to get away for a bit? I actually love car rides for this, so long as I can ride passenger and just blare my music and not talk. It's so odd, being afraid of driving but finding great freedom and comfort in just... going. Do you like apples? I love apples. Anything exciting coming up for you in the near future? I paid the deposit for my tattoo appointment, so it was officially scheduled in May!! I was expecting an open date to be kinda far with just how amazing this parlor is, so I wasn't too shocked to hear I have to wait a few months, but man I can hardly wait. When you get an account for something, what's the first username you try? Unless it's for a "professional" site, in which case I'd use my actual name, I just about without fail with use "Ozzkat," or replace the "o" with a zero if that's somehow taken. Would you be okay with a friend wanting to date one of your exes? Which ex? What kind of accent do people typically have where you're from? Southern. Does history interest you at all? Can't say it does. What's something you wish you could do-over? There are many things, man. Is your hair in layers or is it all the same length? Neither, really. The left side of my head is very short/shaved, and as the hair goes around to the right, it gets longer. There aren't "layers," though. Is there anyone who you're afraid to be in a car with, if they're driving? I wouldn't say afraid, but with my sister's road rage and serious tail-gating issue, riding with her can make me nervous. What's something you're very good at? Um, I guess creative writing. Do you like sour gummy worms? oh FUCK yeah Would you pick up a hitchhiker if they seemed harmless? No. I am way too paranoid for that shit. Would you be bothered if your boyfriend liked to bite you? Uhhh I'm going to assume you mean this in a sexual context, in which case I don't care so long as it's not in a visible spot. How often do you get the opportunity to be completely alone? The answer used to be a shitload, and seeing as I'm in my room most of the time, I still feel like that's kind of true, but since Mom's cancer diagnosis and she had to stop working, she's usually home with me. I like it that way, though. Total isolation is bad for me. Do you have a trampoline? Nah, haven't in many years. What's your favorite Pixar movie? Finding Nemo. What is the strangest thing you've been asked? Something sexual that made me extremely uncomfortable. What’s the weirdest thing about life that people just accept as normal? The fact we put so much worth into pieces of green paper. What's the most random thing you've done out of boredom? *shrug* What show did your parents not let you watch as a kid? There weren't any specific shows that we even wanted to watch that Mom forbade us to see... I mean she certainly wouldn't let my sisters and I watch something like South Park as little kids, but none of us really sought unsuitable shows out. We were all about Disney, Nick, and Animal Planet in my case. What is the most pleasurable feeling that doesn't involve anything sexual? What comes to mind first is a big hug from someone who makes you feel safe when you don't anywhere else. What was your last "oops, wrong person" moment? I'm going to assume I sent somebody a text meant for another person. I'm super careful about avoiding stuff like this because I get horribly embarrassed, so it's difficult to recall the last time I slipped up. What do you find attractive that isn't considered "normal" attraction? Having a broad imagination and drive to create. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done drunk? N/A What's something you really enjoy, but can't have? A pet tarantula because Mom refuses to let me lmao. I'm so into them now and desperately want a Grammastola pulchra. What Wikipedia article have you recently read? I haven't read any recently. What subject should be taught at schools, but isn't? Basic adulting and financial skills. What is the worst game you've ever played? I dunno. I've played sooooo many video games throughout my life. What tragic event was coincidentally beneficial to you? My overdose because it led to an intensive partial hospitalization program that totally changed my life. What did you think was cool when you were younger that you now think isn’t? Good question... What are your favorite or most memorable lines from any movie/show? I vaguely remember the concepts of some quotes, but not well enough to recite them. None that are seriously memorable or heavy pop up in my head now. What's a good example of 'Don't knock it till you try it'? Putting peanut butter on top of waffles with syrup. It is fucking delicious. What's your go-to get pumped up song? 5FDP's cover of "Mama Said Knock You Out" is badass HYPE. What's the dumbest thing your parents have said or done? Well, through a family assessment before my current partial hospitalization could begin, I very recently learned my dad fucking did drugs before my sisters and I were born, including shit like cocaine. That was great to suddenly learn. As for my mom... probably have a kid too young? She doesn't talk very much about her eldest daughter's history with (and without) her, but I know enough to know that was a very rocky time in her life. What are some things you wish existed? Cures for countless illnesses, and I also have SUUUUUCH a yearning for some kind of technology that could copy an image in your head onto a drawing device. If only I could draw how/what I see up there... Which person shaped you the most? Jason. Or Mom. What’s the one movie you couldn’t finish? Why? Couldn't tell you; I just haven't watched enough. What's a small thing you have a big passion for? Meerkats, quite literally with "small" lmao. What change have you made recently to help the environment? I have metal straws I try to remember to bring with me if I go out to eat. What was the hardest thing you've ever had to forgive? The way Jason left. Is there anything or anyone you're angry at, that you haven't forgiven yet? I sometimes question if I truly have forgiven Jason. I lean kinda heavily towards yes, I have, I'm just bitter about it all regardless. Have you ever plotted revenge against someone? No. Have you ever done anything to get revenge against someone? I can't think of anything off the top of my head. What is the greatest longing of your heart? To feel purpose. Who was your first love? Some guy in high school who "had" to talk to me upon seeing me the first time, only to wind up wanting to hear nothing from me later on down the line. What denomination is your church (if you go)? N/A What was the first year you voted in a presidential election? This most recent election, actually. Have you ever been afraid of the world ending? I used to worry it would happen in my lifetime, but now I don't. If it ends, it ends. I ain't got much to lose nowadays. What is unfair about your life? My mental health. My financial position. I'd rather not focus on the billion shitty things going on in my life rn, so next question. Did you write love poems when you were younger? ugh Who are you jealous of and why? There's a lot of people I'm in some way envious of, honestly. Have you ever had an account of yours hacked? Yes. Thankfully nothing major happened. Have you ever been a victim of police misconduct? No.

[zanecosh]

’ ･ﾟ : 👽  : ･.  INTRODUCTION — Zane Wancosh  .･: 👽 :･ﾟ ’

⌠ CHANCE PERDOMO, TWENTY-ONE, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ZANE WANCOSH! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in MEDICAL TRAINING; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (sunglasses in every imaginable color, serenading ‘ my heart will go on ‘ loudly at 4 am, finger guns to the pals and the gals). when it’s the (aries)’s birthday on 04/18/1999, they always request their FRENCH FRIES WITH GRAVY from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

tw; drugs, jail/prison ??, alcohol

PAST but not rlly since i always had to mention what it did to him

- Zane was raised in Ottawa, Canada .. something he is very proud of and will mention a billion times as soon as he gets to know someone -- he will also deliberately say ‘ eh ? ‘ to let people know b ut we all know he ain’t sleek !!

- His parents had always been a loving bunch so he grew up receiving so much affection and attention that he now is a little FULL of himself but only because he seeks love and won’t stop until someone provides it for him im srry i didn’t make the law

.- So given his upbringing he’s always been the completely affectionate type, having his hands everywhere all the time and achING for hugs and small things like hand holding or just a pat  on the shoulder like he is seriously convinced that if he doesn’t get at least four hugs a day he will die a painful, lonely death

- So in addition to that, he had always been a very active, youthful and energetic kid which was pretty much something he got from his dad since he sort of kept things playful and always did the best that he could while his mom was on the stricter side but instead knew how to teach him things that were important !!

- So growing up he always made friends very easily because of how open he was ( except that time when he brought this girl home at the age of 7 because he thought she’d make a cool pet ) and because he was always vERY friendly, even if he had a tendency to be too nice at times and just got upset when people didn’t like him ?? which is honestly still the case

- Of course he loved being popular which is kind of his aspiration in most things nowadays?? he seeks to be liked so much it’s sometimes a lil sad but he will legitamately try anything to make you his friend and he wont care if ur bothered because at least then he’ll get a reaction out of you !! but yeah it’s something he never really learned bc he’s used to getting validated from his parents so he genuinely doesn’t COMPREHEND meanness ://

- It was when he was around ten ( 10 )  years old when his dad randomly moved to New York ?? which was honestly super scary to him but his mother assured him that it was for a special job which was definitely weird for him because that was the only thing she ever said when he asked her about his father and ofc zane wasn’t dumb just a little idiotic !!

- They still visited his father often where Zane was able to get to know America and New York a little better, which he definitely enjoyed even though he sort of preferred Canada always because he likes snow a lot and the fact that it kind of melts when you pee on it but anyway he was getting a bit more suspicious as he grew older

- Then on his sixteenth birthday he was able to visit his dad once more to which he then was revealed that his dad was the ring leader of a spy business !! WOW to which Zane was baffled of course bc his dad ??? who tripped over his 7th birthday cake because Zane saw a squirrel and started to chase it ?? exactly !!

- So of course, Zane wanted to start working there !! Not only because of curiosity but school was kind of boring ( ngl ) and he missed his dad a lot so while his mother was not happy about his choice at all she always believed in people doing whatever they wanted so without much time passing the male moved to New York and started working for his father !!

- it was quickly noticiable that Zane wasn’t great at spy work, considering he was incredibly clumsy and was always distracted by everything and almost shot off his left toe ONCE okay it was only onCE !! Anyway his father got a little frustrated with his chaotic energy so he gave him the jobs were he was usually with someone else so they could babysit him which was honestly better for him too bc he could make friends !!

-  So when he was around 19 that’s when he got to know his boy Landon, his main squeeze, one could even say the love of his life ( only he would say that ) but they immediately vibed with Landon being his driver even though they lowkey ended up doing stuff that completely wasn’t what his dad wanted but Zane was honestly just loving life and just doing a bit of shady stuff with his buddies was bonding ??

- HOWEVER NOT ALL THINGS CAN BE SUNSHINE AND CAKE; so they often kind of got into trouble ?? they were good at hiding and sort of running from the cops a couple of times but honestly not that much of a big deal as Zane would say but once upon a time, these assholes rlly got caught ahead of their time to which Landon then got away in time with someone from Gallagher helping while Zane honestly didn’t know what was happening n got caught ??

- To which he then ended up in jail for a year !! love carrying contraband while being high as fuck !! anyway, it was a very self reflecting time . even though he sort of learned nothing ?? anyway not even his dad could bail him out, only shorten the time if he in return joined Gallagher, a school where he would learn how to behave and use his spy knowledge to some good instead of just causing trouble !!

- Which he honestly didn’t vibe with so much because he was kind of scared of these spy kids ?? legit all of them could kill them w a look he wasn’t sure was his dad was thinking but that’s also why he chose medicial training, in order to not get hurt and if he did, he would be able to take care of himself which honestly wasn’t that much of a help when he was about to bonk this girl but ended up hitting his dick against the ground as they rolled around ?? he doesn’t wanna talk about it

- Anyway, he sort of grew into Gallagher for the most part, since he is a very adaptable person in general and was looking forward to making friends with people who were way cooler than him which was honestly a plus !! he just vibing y’all there ain’t no problem at all at all

PERSONALITY & LITTLE QUIRKS

- He’s super chaotic and all over the place, loves talking about anything and everything and sort of philophises over the most mundane things because its fun to talk about life y’all

- He has a super colorful taste in clothing and decoration and is pretty extraordinary in most things in life, whether its sunglasses or flowers on his backpack and shirts and stuff that’s way too big

- Is a slow talker and also doesn’t understand people who talk fast

- Has a habit of interrupting people mid-conversation and doesn’t realize that it could appear rude

- Loves everyone, is also super affectionate and always has an arm around his friends or will at least ask for conSENT bc that matters to him but he will most likely touch u some type of way im sorry

- Probably because he is super fidgety too, he legit has his hands everywhere all the time because he doesn’t like to stay still

- Somewhat of a class clown and certainly does not enjoy studying or any school related work so he’s kind probably always on the verge of failing ?? idk how he does it you guys

- will fist bump you but will also grab your ass

- Just wants to chill most of the time but somehow still always stressed

- Is a party ANIMAL like if there is a party, he’s there and probably drunk and high before the party even starts ?? in general i don’t think he’s been sober a day since he turned 18 who the fuck knows

- Will probably trip and fall everywhere as a drunk but he just laughs about it the second day, like he says if he doesn’t get hurt it won’t be a good party and i honestly worry about him and i’m not sure how he’s still alive

- does the peace sign way too often

- could be considered a sunny boy but since he’s from cold ass Canada he loves snow way much more and the cold for some reason

- has the biggest potty mouth like he doesn’t even realize he’s swearing

- is extremely honest like he will just stand there listening to someone complain and be like well that’s a bitch

-  also huge flirt and also catches feelings fast and will mostly say it outright when he falls for someone like boy has seriously no shame ?? he will feel the heartbreak but he believes he can deal with it better than questioning it all the time and if they feel the same he will just loVE

- he also might be polyamerous he doesn’t know it yet bc he’s never had that many chances but he just likes to love whatever

- his head is everywhere and nowhere at the same time so it’s possible that he doesn’t make sense 80% of the time

- has tattoos that don’t make sense at all, i like to refer pewdiepie or uhhhh what’s his name uhhhh kURTIS CONNER ?? im too lazy to fact check i been writing this for an hour let me be

- knows how to juggle and thinks that’s that probably the coolest skill he’s ever learned

- has two earthworms that he got during a biology project back in high school who have been in his possession for six years now ?? ( i checked they live for four to eight ) he loves them to death ok their names are Niall and Liam ....... ( yes he was an 1D stan don’t confront him about them he’ll cry )

- is very superficial, loves the horoscope and believes in like bad luck and stuff like that, will scold u if u don’t listen to him rant about unlucky things !!

/ @gallagherintro

[seasickbaby]

Just a Kiss (II)

Pairing: Christopher x reader

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Christopher offers to help improve your *romantic* skills, and he isn’t kidding. When you agree, things escalate and feelings you tried to suppress resurface. 

A/N: Hola amores! Thank you so much for your patience with his fic. Ngl I don’t think this is my best writing but I wanted to get it up anyways. This chapter is short but I’m thinking about making this a series. Please come talk to me about this chapter and what you (want) think is gonna happen next! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and keeps me motivated to write more. Also from now on my notes will go at the bottom! Enjoy!

You can read part one here: 

https://seasickbaby.tumblr.com/post/188487428355/just-a-kiss

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“I mean,,, t-tips…” You stutter, “Give me tips.”

Christopher clicks his tongue and leans back on the counter.

“Tips will only get you so far y/n… This is more of a hands on activity.”

You roll your eyes and slap his arm playfully. “Come on, I need a guy’s perspective. I could give you some in return.”

Chris, completely unfazed, just takes another sip of his beer. The lack of attention is bothersome so you cross your arms and pout your lip; inner five year old coming out when he doesn’t give you what you want.

Chris steals a side glance and chuckles. He then turns and, with a soft gaze, places a soft hand underneath your chin.

“No offense princesa, but what tips could you possibly give me?”

Forehead wrinkling, you force a laugh.

Wow, that was rude.

“Full offense Chris, but for how much you get gassed up about your skills, I expected more.”

This takes him by surprise. He was used to being teased by the other members, sure, but never about his ways with women. Everyone knew he was a ladies man. Even himself.

“Woah what do you mean?” Visibly hurt and confused, Chris pulls back his hand and dramatically places it over his chest.

You pretend you do not hear.

“Hmmm, maybe I should just ask Zabdi, I bet he won’t mind.” You shrug before hopping off the stool, “I’ve heard good things about him too.” You wink.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

His hand finds yours before you could walk away.

“Fine. I’ll help you, but first take back what you said.”

His ego got hurt, cute.

“And why would I do that?” You smile innocently.

He gives a small tug on your hand and brings you to stand in front of him, pulling you in between his legs when he hooks his hands behind your lower back. Eyes burning into yours.

Funny how people say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. Most would say Chris is an open book; his outgoing, energetic personality makes it seem like such, but his eyes always spoke the words he never said out loud. Full of emotions yet never revealing too much, only showing what he wanted you to see.

You let yourself get lost in them every once in a while, never for too long. But right now, being so close in proximity, staring straight into his doe eyes, made you a little light headed.

Not even kidding, you could’ve kissed him again right there and then... if Erick hadn’t interrupted. The young one came over, ever so happily, and throws his arms over both your shoulders; the movement forcing Chris’ hands to let go of you.

“Ayyyy, compadres.”

“Erick your breath smells like beer.” Chris laughs as he sees you wrinkle your nose in the opposite direction of his face.

“Honestly, who even gave you alcohol you’re a baby!”  

“I am not! Tengo 18 años para su información. I’m a full grown, legal, adult!” Erick sloppily waves his hands in the air.

“Uh huh, we can see that.”

A couple minutes pass of the three of you standing there together, laughing and talking, until Erick stops mid conversation and gasps.

Listen to the song!” He instructs.

You and Chris both give each other a puzzled look as you try to listen over the crowd of drunk people.

“Que sordos… It’s El Guachineo!” He grabs your hand and starts to pull you out onto the dance floor, “Come on, let's dance!”

You swallow the last of your drink and the tequila pumps through your veins, making you feel bolder and confident. Perhaps it was the way Chris was looking at you or the one too many shots you took, you weren’t really sure, but you get the sudden urge to give in to Christopher’s temptations. Nervously biting your lip, you lean closer to him, and you’re sure going to regret this once you’re sober.

“Prove me wrong, and I’ll retract my statement.”

He could've not known what you meant, but the way his eyes widened made you think otherwise. You send him a flirtatious, yet sweet, smile before letting Erick drag you away.

There was never a dull moment when dancing with Erick. The way he flung his arms around everywhere and his facial expressions always had you laughing. Erick was a good dancer, no doubt about it, but he’s also a goofy guy, and that goofiness is multiplied by ten when he drinks.

Eventually the rest of the boys join you on the dance floor; everyone except Christopher. The longer you danced the longer you overthought the comment you previously made; anxiety begins builds up in your stomach. You try to push the thoughts away and instead focus on the boys in front of you, who were arguing over who was better at dancing bachata.

After what felt like an hour, you leave the group to look for Chris. You begin with where you last left him. Upon not finding him, you turn to the person most likely to have seen him last.

“Excuse me,” You smile at the barista, “have you, by any chance, seen a man with sloppy brown hair, tattoo sleeved arms, and looks like,,, a deer… kinda?”

“The Velez guy that was sitting with you over there?”

“Yes! That one.”

“He left not long after you and el otro muchacho went out to dance.” She gave you an apologetic smile.

The way your heart drops a little is unsettling, so you ignore the feeling and, instead, order one last shot of tequila before heading back to the hotel. You shoot the boys a quick text in the groupchat and head out of the club.

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n

I’m going back to the hotel, have fun :)

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Zabdi: Who’s taking you?

You’ve been drinking all night

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n

I called an uber I'm fine

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Richard: I’m coming with you

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n

 I’m F I N E, enjoy your night

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Richard: You’re drunk in a big city we don’t know, 

I'm not letting you go alone

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n                                                            *not drunk & too late :P

Later, xoxo

You throw your head back on the Uber’s seat with a sigh and close your eyes, feeling a bit dizzy.

“Long night?” The Uber guy asks.

You sigh with a small laugh  “In a way.” Even though it was only two in the morning; at this time people are still drinking non stop.

“Well, I hope whatever is troubling you now resolves itself soon. Remember, everything happens for a reason.”

It was a small but sweet gesture. Maybe your troubles were a bit dumb but he made your feelings validated. Let’s just say, you got back to the hotel safe and sound and with a new friend: Ricky the driver.

The elevator ride to the fourteenth floor was slow and you couldn’t wait to finally relax. You open the door of your room and smile in relief when you kick your heels off. You took a shower, put on your favorite silk pjs, threw a robe over it and flopped on the bed to watch The Lion King (for the hundredth time) with a bowl of grapes. You were in the middle of singing Hakuna Matata when your phone rings.

A notification from Chris pops up.

Christopher:

Did you make it back to the hotel safely? [2:50 am]

Y/N:

I did, thanks for asking [2:51 am]

Where did you go tonight? [2:53 am]

Christopher:

I, uh, had to take care of a little problem [2:54 am]

Y/N

Oh? [1:54 am]

Christopher:

That you caused… [2:54 am]

Y/N:

I’m even more confused  [2:55 am]

Christopher:

Did you mean what you said before? [2:57 am]

Y/N:

What do you mean [2:57 am]

Christopher:

About,,, you know [2:58 am]

Christopher:

Proving you wrong [2:58 am]

Y/N:

Oh, I didn’t not mean it [2:59 am]

Your heart thuds loudly as you anticipate his response

Christopher:

Y/N you’re Richard’s little sister… [3:00 am]

Y/N:

Damn. Bitches just want to be good kissers and end up getting exposed to their brother… I’m bitches :( [3:00 am]

Y/N:

Just say you don’t like me and GO [3:01 am]

Christopher:

I guess I could teach you a thing or two [3:02 am]

That has you sitting up abruptly. Eyes scanning the text over and over. You feel your heart in your throat and, why is it extremely hot all of a sudden? You push yourself off your bed and pace around the room, unsure of what to do or say next.

Your phone dings with another text and you scramble to read it.

Christopher:

Come to my room. [3:05 am]

A101 [3:05 am]

You debate it at first. Coming up with multiple “what if’s” and a long list of things that could go wrong. But at the end of the day you knew this was a one time thing, no strings attached, and a way to practice. So why not?

You’re knocking on room A101’s door sooner than you expected. You look down at your shorts and curse yourself for not wearing something less revealing. A couple seconds pass, enough for you to change your mind, so you turn to walk away.

“A donde vas?”

A voice too familiar says behind you. You slowly face him, heart beating out of your chest and hands a tad clammy.

“Strictly for instructional purposes only?” You raise one eyebrow.

“Nothing more.” He extends his hand and you stare at it for a second before grabbing it. His lips part into a smile and yours return it. Chris pulls you into the room, letting out a small laugh as you trip over your feet. He reaches a hand up to brush through your hair, stopping at your jaw and tracing his thumb all the way to your lips.Your laugh dies down as you see Christopher’s eyes flick to your lips, tongue coming across them in a slow, sultry, motion.

Deep down, you knew you were crossing a line which you couldn’t come back from. And you were worried. Lowkey truly worried. Because there was so much on that line: your friendship with Christopher (one of your best friends), Christopher’s relationship with your Richard (his band mate and best friend) and your relationship with your brother. But all those worries vanish when Chris leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then the corner of your lips.

“Step number one.”

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS Maknae Line Asked to Give Crush a Hickey

Summary: this request is mad specific so...see title

Warnings: mass amounts of unresolved sexual tension, cursing, uncomfortable boners, this is SO sexy but also dumb, not exactly smut because I love unresolved sexual tension, this had me sweating tho ngl I kinda wanna write a part 2

Word Count:2157

Jungkook

"You want me to do WHAT?!"

This is the loudest he's ever raised his voice to you in the three years you've been best friends and you're not sure if you've ever seen him blush. You cannot stop laughing at the look on his face.

He's just sitting on your couch, staring at you and frowning when you finally straighten up.

"I'm not asking you to eat me out on the kitchen table, Kook, I just want you to give me a hickey."

He's turned an alarming shade of red. He's sputtering. "Wh-Why? WHY?"

"C'mon, you hate my ex as much as I do I just want to fuck with him. He's bringing that skank he cheated on me with to the party."

"Why me? Why not makeup?" His voice sounds strangled.

"Jesus Christ, Jungkook, do you find me that hideous?"

He swallows hard, darting his eyes away from yours. "Of course not."

"I tried makeup it looks too fake and how desperate would it look if it rubbed off on my shirt, anyway?"

"Because asking your best friend to give you a real one isn't desperate at all," he says dryly, and you hit his shoulder with the heel of your hand.

"He always accused me of fucking you so if we show up together and I have a hickey he'll be so salty."

He looks down at his hands for a moment. "What if I say no?"

You shrug. "I mean I have other friends..."

He shoots his gaze up to yours and sets his jaw. "I'm the one fake dating you at this party so I should do it, right?"

You spread your hands. "That was my way of thinking but I can call somebody else-"

"No!" You jump a little at how loud his protest is. "No," he says more softly, "I'll do it."

He's gone completely stiff, shoulders straightened in an almost straight line.

You smile at him. "Oh, lighten up, Kookie, we've slept in the same bed and nothing happened except you kicking me in the face. What's a little hickey?"

"I said I was sorry about that," he grumbles, looking down at his hands again.

You tap his shoulder to make him look at you and pretend to check and imaginary wristwatch.

"Kook, like sometime this century, maybe? The party is in 3 hours and i gotta shower."

He takes in a deep sigh and leans his head down to your neck hesitantly.

You feel his breath hot on your skin before his open mouth, and it makes you shiver. He latches onto the side of your throat and sucks gently.

When he pulls back you shake your head. "Jesus Christ have you ever given a hickey? You have to get in there, don't be a pussy."

He looks at you for a moment, open mouthed, face still red, and then he grabs your waist and pushes you down onto the couch, pressing his body flush against yours.

He places his hands on your face and your breath goes short because you think he might kiss you but he just tilts your chin up and puts his mouth on your throat again. This time he sucks hard and bites down a little and it almost hurts but you're less alarmed from the pain and more alarmed by the heat rushing through your body.

You can feel that he's hard against your thigh and when he pulls back, looking down at you, breathing harder than he should be, full mouth red and open, you don't know if you are scared he will kiss you or if you want him to.

You push against his chest gently. "Get off me, you pervert."

He goes tomato red again. "I may be your best friend but I'm still a guy, you know."

"Yeah sure whatever! You think I'm hot admit it!" You tease, but you don't wait for him to answer before you run to the mirror.

You exclaim to him that it looks great and close the door, looking at the purplish red mark and trailing it with your fingers.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook was sitting shell shocked on the couch, tracing his finger along his bottom lip where it had touched your skin.

Jimin

Jimin has his head cocked at you like an inquisitive puppy and ok, it's cute. He's cute, but he's also your best friend and had been since you were teenagers.

You trusted him not to read into it, so this is why you'd asked him.

"Let me get this straight," he says slowly, "you want to make your crush jealous...but also appear available, so I'm supposed to give you a hickey and then ignore you at his party?"

You nod, feeling a little defeated because it sounds dumb when he says it out loud. "I know, it's ridiculous but he just never notices me and I hoped-"

"I'll do it," he says, scooting closer to you on the bed where you were both sitting cross legged, facing each other.

You're taken aback a bit. "You...you will?"

Jimin shrugs. "I'm your ride or die, right? I've done dumber things for you, like stealing that cheerleader's One Direction phone case because they were sold out everywhere and you saw her get the last one. She beat the hell outta me with her pom poms."

You're laughing, remembering. "I didn't ask you to steal it, you idiot!"

Jimin is grinning widely at you now, playful puppy mode activated. He's leaning closer and closer to you.

"Yeah but you were crying, so it's your fault. I can't stand you being sad."

He pouts, and your heart hurts by how sweet he is sometimes. He'll make some lucky girl one helluva boyfriend.

He puts his hands on your shoulders and you start. "Now?"

He shrugs again and smirks at you. "No time like the present."

Are you crazy or is he being flirty? You inwardly roll your eyes at yourself. Of course he's being flirty, he's Park Jimin.

You'd seen it with girls left and right but it felt a little strange being on the receiving end. Your heart is speeding up.

You turn your head to the side, assuming he'll kiss your neck, but he dips his head lower, kissing just above the swell of your right breast, open mouthed.

A strangled cry comes from your throat because your nipples tighten instantly, your body reacting.

He's moved one hand to your mid back, pressing you into his mouth, and the other on your neck to tilt your head, just below your ear.

You feel hot all over and he's sucking hard at your skin but he doesn't pull back, kissing you over and over and sucking hard, trailing fire across your chest. He lingers for what seems like forever, and when he's made a necklace of small bruises below your collarbone, you have to tug at his hair to get him to pull away.

He looks at you as if he isn't sure where he is for a moment, his full lips wet and red, and your heart skips several beats before he grins at you and shakes his head loose from your grip.

You give him a look, and he shrugs. "You want him to think we're fucking, right? No one will doubt it."

You go to the mirror and you close the door and stand against it for a moment, shaken.

Jimin sits on the edge of your bed, running his hands through his hair over and over, heart racing from your closeness and the sudden need to mark you as his.

"Why are you always so extra, Jimin?" You yell when you burst back into the room after looking in the mirror.

"Hey, you're the one with the hair pulling kink," he says, rubbing the top of his head.

 You punch his arm and everything is back like it was save the flush of Jimin's skin and the way you kept tracing his marks on your chest absentmindedly.

Taehyung (V)

Your best friend of six years, Kim Taehyung, is silent as you explain the situation save for a slight surprised hum in the back of his throat when you finish.

"So you want to make your boyfriend jealous?"

You shake your head. "He's not my boyfriend, but I want him to be, and maybe if he thinks I'm seeing someone else he'll finally ask me to be exclusive."

He nods slowly, but he's frowning. "And at the party, I'm supposed to pretend..."

He trails off waiting for you to elaborate.

"That we are friends with benefits or dating or something. You're a good actor, Tae, just pretend you don't find me repulsive."

He frowns deeper. "You are far from repulsive. I don't want to pretend to be your date."

You don't catch his emphasis. "Look, i know I'm not your type or whatever, but it's just a hickey and one night. I bet some girl will try to take you home, anyway."

He's still so quiet, just looking at you intently.

Then he sighs, as if he's doing you some big favor, and you guess he is but jeez it didn't do much for a girl's self esteem that he found it such a chore.

"Will this make you happy? Getting this guy?" He looks so serious, searching your face.

You nod enthusiastically. "Very happy!" You exclaim, and you swear you see this face fall a little.

"Okay," he says resolutely, "how do we do this?"

You're slightly irritated by how little he seems to want to kiss your neck in spite of him just being a close friend, so your voice is harsh.

"For the love of God, Tae, you've given a hickey before!"

"Not on purpose," he says, voice low as if you've scolded him, and you feel bad.

"I'm sorry, bubs. Here you are doing me a favor and I'm biting your head off. This guy just has me so..." You make a "grr" sound in your throat.

Taehyung smiles at you but you can't help thinking it's a little weak.

"I hope he deserves you." He says, looking at you earnestly, and wow that's sweet coming from your friend who called you a slob and made sweeping motions on your bed last week, calling them "dirty laundry angels."

He leans forward as if to kiss your neck but the angle is weird so you impulsively push him back against the couch and straddle his hips.

He draws in a sharp breath and you chalk it up to surprise.

You sweep your hair to one side and offer him your throat like you're in a goddamn vampire movie.

Taehyung had his arms at his sides but when you bared your throat he made a low hum in the back of his throat again and stared at the long line of your neck.

Slowly, he took his hand and trailed it down your neck, starting at your jawline and ending at your collarbone.

Heat pools in your lower abdomen and your mouth goes dry at the hungry look in his eyes just before he strikes like a snake, latching on to your throat and sucking gently.

You hope you aren't shaking when he pulls back, but he isn't looking at your face, just staring at where he'd kissed with a critical eye. Before you can catch your breath he strikes again and he sucks harder this time, almost enough to hurt.

You have to stifle a moan this time. This was a bad idea, he's too hot for your body not to react, even though you're just friends. You’re aching to grind down into him, because you can feel him hard underneath you.

He’s a guy, you’re a girl...it doesn’t mean anything, right?

He pulls away, looks once more, nodding as if he were happy with the results, but instead of looking up at you or pushing you off of him, he tilts your chin up with one finger and kisses you there again, but just once, wet and open mouthed, not sucking anymore.

You really think your legs might be shaking when you climb off him, touching your neck where a purplish bruise is forming.

He just watches your every move, almost blank faced, but you can see his skin is flushed.

You smile at him. “Thanks, Tae.” 

Then you lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth and he makes that little surprised hum in the back of his throat again.

You can feel his eyes on you as you walk to the bathroom.

You close the toilet lid and sit there for a moment, willing your breath to even.

When you go back into the room, it takes a while for you both to start acting normally, and even when you do, Taehyung’s eyes keep darting to the bruise he’d made on your neck and he’d wet his lips, over and over.

[sadwsocc]

Lost & found [Akaashi x reader]

Word count: 2,351 words

Warning(S): angst but not really with a kinda fluff ending and bad writing (midnight me should really stop doing this)

A/n: i’m sad again haha (this was me two days ago) ok so I wrote like half and then continued only for it to BE DELETED. So I rewrote the lower half. All of these were written at like three different 2 ams. I was planning on posting it on Akaashis bday by i missed it ಥ_ಥ.

Ngl i forgot like half of what I wrote here

Somewhere between having to study for your mid year exams and your club activities that you found yourself being rather depressed. Everything was going well from an outsiders view but to you, it felt so off. Even the slightest things that seemed off would make you feel so terribly annoyed. The fear of not being on par with your parents expectations of you and your grades and the creeping doubts and negativity in the back of your head was enough to make a stable person break. You were able to handle it of course,even if it was holding on to the very last fibre of the string that held your sanity.

You pushed it so far back that at some point you thought it might all be well, the pessimism in you somehow got flushed down and was out of your system. You were wrong. In fact you were quite very far off, the worries that you pushed back was in actuality slowly growing larger and larger as time progressed.

By the time you realised, it was already too late. Even though after everything went by smoothly, you have never felt so utterly lost before. You even forgot why you had chosen the club you were in— the girls volleyball club. Perhaps it was because you once had interest in it?

You started skipping practice, telling your teammates that you weren’t feeling well or that you had things to do back at home or errands to run but the truth was you lost the will to do anything. Every time you went home, all you would do was lie on your bed and stare blankly at your ceiling wondering about things for hours yet you could never recall what you were thinking about. You were so overrun by emptiness, you even started eating less, your appetite was slowly gone and your parents didn’t realise until your father asked if everyone wanted to go to dinner together at a new diner that had opened not too long ago.

Class wasnt any better, your grades wasn’t slipping but you sure as hell weren’t satisfied with it. You kept on comparing yourself to others in your class, belittling yourself. It didn’t make you feel any better but you couldn’t help it. Your mind was only filled with pessimism. You wanted to be alone.

It was any other school day, it was lunch and the class before that made you lose your apetite due to the fact that your teacher had to lecture everyone about how no one in your class —besides a few top students— was able to pass this terms history test. You, fortunately had passed but just barely. Just as the lunch bell rang, everyone went out. You waited until you were the very last one in class to take your leave but before you left the teacher gave you a glare that you had instantly understood, “that applies to you too, (y/n)-San.”

You gulped, nodding as you quickly left. God you hated your history teacher, as if you weren’t already feeling like you were a failure and that you weren’t smart enough, he made sure you knew that.

You decided to go up the rooftop for the first time since school started and sat alone on an empty bench as you pondered about how much days has it been since you had skipped practice. And in that dazed state, two males came walking by rather loudly (one was, the other was rather annoyed by the former male). Your train of thought was cut short when a guy with spiky black hair that was faded to white pointed at you with his eyes large and full with bewilderment.

“What aRE YOU DOING HERE?” his other hand that wasn’t pointing at you was hugging three sandwiches with his forearm and one half eaten sandwich that he was holding.

“Uh-...” and then you stared at the other guy that was standing next to him, “Akaashi-san?” You asked.

Akaashi, your classmate, simply replied with a hello and gave you a sorry look, probably because you had to interact with the guy he was standing next to.

“AKAASHI, yOU KNOW HER?” The still unknown male turned his head to Akaashi with a confused look.

“Yes, Bokuto-san. Shes my classmate, (l/n) (y/n)-San”

You stared at Bokuto and gave him a weak smile as you lifted your hands to wave at him. Realisation hit you that you were probably sitting at their seat so you promptly stood up and excused yourself. Only to be stopped by Bokuto telling you it was fine and that you could sit with the two of them. And so you did, awkwardly, in between the two of them.

“Are you not going to eat anything, (l/n)-San?” Akaashi finally spoke up. You had been staring at your knees for so long, when you finally looked up at Akaashi, you were delighted with half a sandwich he was offering to you. You took it with a confused look dawning on your face but you still thanked him. Akaashi took notice of your demeanour and simply said, “you kinda seemed hungry.”

“I do?” You asked, still holding up the half sandwich he gave you as you stared into his beautiful green eyes.

What?

His what?

“Yes.” He replied. You averted your eyes as you finally took a bite out of the sandwich.

Suddenly, you felt terrible for eating half of your classmates’ lunch so you asked, “Won’t you be hungry too?” You felt awful. But the awfulness was soon washed away by Akaashi’s calm and reassuring smile.

“Hey, hey, hey. (Y/n)-chan, you’re really lucky, you know? Akaaaashi doesn’t even let me have a bite of his lunch. EVER.” Bokuto pouted, giving Akaashi quite a nasty look as he sulked.

Akaashi simply sighed, “how many times do I have to tell you this, Bokuto-San. You already have a lot of food, you don’t need mine too.”

You looked back and forth whenever one of them spoke as you quietly ate you sandwich. After their conversation, —which ended with Bokuto giving Akaashi a mini silent treatment and Akaashi giving Bokuto an annoyed face— your neck hurt. You honestly enjoyed talking to them (more or less). And when lunch ended, Bokuto sulked his way back to his class, leaving you with Akaashi to walk back to your own.

Since the two of you would be walking back to the same destination you had to endure what you thought might be another one of those awkward silence that always filled the air whenever you were forced to walk with someone you barely know. Much to your surprise, it was oddly comfortable. You didn’t hate it, it was somewhat a relieve for you. The only time the silence was broken was when you remembered that you had to thank him for half his sandwich and that you would be buying him another sandwich someday. Akaashi refused the sandwich but you still insisted on it.

In the end, it was resolved by you promising him that you’d repay him one way or another someday, to which he hesitantly accepted the offer. The way his eyes widen when you mentioned that you had to repay him made your world stop for a second, his eyes. Those were the only thing you were seeing in that split second, it was honestly mesmerising. You wanted to have that little moment encased forever for yourself. It was honestly such a weird thought for yourself but it felt right.

After that day, nothing much had changed. Your relationship with Akaashi barely progressed and you hadn’t gone up to the rooftop for lunch since the incident because you were picked out by your homeroom teacher to help her out with the upcoming school festival that would be held. Apparently you were chosen because as Ms Nakamura said, and you quote “thought you seem like you probably don’t have anything to do during lunch”. What she said honestly took a jab in your heart because of how accurate it was. You really did nothing most of the time.

The underlying pessimistic thoughts in you were still creeping at the back of your mind. Sometimes you would stop what you were doing and just stare blankly for a split second. One split second was enough to make you suddenly feel like everything was wrong and that it was going down in a spiral either ways.

What were you doing?

Those words seemed to keep repeating itself in your head even if you didn’t want it to. Whenever you stopped for a second on what you were doing or when you smiled kindly towards your classmates whenever you made eye contact. You were so lost. You didn’t get it. Everything familiar to you felt so foreign sometimes. It left you so confused, you somehow felt like you lost your way.

A week after the incident, you were still helping out with the festival. Ms Nakamura was absent that day, leaving a substitute in charge. You weren’t really good with others and the substitute seemed to pick at every little mistake you did and even the way you button up the collar of your shirt.

All you did was place one of the boxes on the wrong table and he started fuming, spitting things out like “Why cant you just do it correctly? What are you a toddler? Has your mother ever taught you how to listen to orders? You’re quite useless aren’t you?”

You’ve had it. That was quite your last straw. The very last fibre of the string that was holding you back from losing your composure. The bad days that piled up had finally started spilling. You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

With a shaky voice, you excused yourself from your duty and left. Tears pricked your eyes as you walked up the stairs towards the rooftop. When you finally reached, you went over to the very edge and put your hands on the rails. It was awful. You hated this feeling. You felt so alone and lost you needed a break.

You turned around and slid down against the floor. With your back against the rails and your arms hugging your knees, you let the long overdue tears escape from the faucets in your eyes. The tears that you had held back for so long had finally burst out and rolled down your cheeks, down to your chin, even the rails that you gripped tightly on and your shirt was stained with your tears. Every negative thoughts in your head were screaming at you all at once, you just wanted it to stop. You were so lost. Why was everything going south for you. What was the point in everything?

Your thoughts came to an abrupt pause when a familiar voice called out to you.

“(L/n), I finally found you.” It was the same calm and soothing voice you’d hear sometimes, it was your classmate, Akaashi.

You looked up from your knees, promptly making eye contact with him. You used your sleeve to wipe away the tears, trying to hide the fact that you were crying even though it was pretty obvious to anyone that you were.

Mustering up all your will, you finally spoke out. “Why were you looking for me, did- did the sub ask you to... A-and why aren’t you with your friend?”

Akaashi Inched closer to you and bent down so that he was at eye level with you. With a warm smile he said, “to answer your second question, Bokuto-San caught a cold...” there was a long pause and you were left wondering why he answered the second question first, your worst fears were starting to rise but before any of those thoughts could appear, he continued, “and as for the first... it was because you seemed so lost these days. And- you know I’m here for you, right?”

You stared at him as he stood up again, holding out his hand when he arose as to let you hold onto it and lift you up. You hesitantly accepted his offer and stood up.

“Its- it’s just that, I”ve been having such terrible days lately... a-and then our substitute kept on mumbling stuff about how useless and pathetic I was... and- and then I thought about how much I lost myself and... how I’m so lonely and pathetic I- I couldn’t do a-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, Akaashi pulled you into an embrace, promptly shutting you up. It was in a way a sign to tell you that you didn’t need to explain yourself and to let you know that it was fine if you just wanted to cry.

Your tears started to pour out again. Only this time it was on Akaashis chest, resulting in him having an odd tear stain on the middle of his chest. After what felt like forever, you decided to pull away from his hug, you suddenly felt a lot better yet you missed the warmth of his body against you.

You looked up from his chest and saw the same warm and kind smile he gave, it felt reassuring and you were glad he was there for you. He was kind enough to be your shoulder (it’s actually chest but shhh) to cry on and he always gave you the kindest, softest smiles that could always make you feel somewhat better.

The bell rang, signifying that lunch had ended. It was then realisation dawned on you that you had cried on Akaashi”s chest. You suddenly felt embarrassed, and felt that if you weren’t already red from crying, you would be red now. You took a step back and started to ramble on, “I- Akaashi, I- I’m so sorry I ruined your shirt, people might think that I suddenly hugged you or something andthatyourfangirlsthatyoudontknowaboutmightalsokillme and I still have to repay you for that time and now this-“ but you were never able to finish your sentence because of what came next.

“You can repay me by being my girlfriend”

[living-dead-parker]

Virgin - S.R

Summary: Steve loses his virginity (lowkey requested by @boutchie03 )

What I’m actually writing for Captain America??? This will probably be one of the few exceptions for him bc I’m not used to writing with him. I prefer writing Tony smut, but ngl I personally feel this was one of my better ones. 

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy), cussing. Totally ooc but idc and I know this is intense for one’s first time but oh well lmaooo, also shitty ending bc I didn’t know how to end it

Word Count: 2.8k 

Steve watches -hidden behind a newspaper- from his seat in the kitchen the way you joke around with Tony. The prolonged stares, the lingering touches, the way you laugh at his jokes like they're extremely funny. How he would kill to be in Tony's place. Making you laugh like that, having your fingers mess with the blonde strands on his head, making your lips curl up into the familiar smile he loves seeing plastered on your face. However, he knows it's wrong. For many reasons. One being that you're Tony's. He could never feel good about himself if he made someone cheat.

Another thing was the age. Hell, he's technically a hundred years old, despite looking like a twenty-something-year-old. Everybody thought your relationship with Tony was odd, despite the two of you denying any type of relationship. They're not dumb, they can all hear the screams from Tony's room, the banging and the creaking. In no way are the two subtle. Now if it was you and Steve, there'd be hell to pay. Everybody would be judging the hell out of the soldier. But it's not like you're barely an adult, you're in your mid-twenties. Old enough to make decisions about who you sleep with.

On top of that, Steve mainly sees you as a sexual person, not one for romance and love. Sure, he'd love to get you in bed, but he's a traditional man and he just knows you wouldn't marry him just to have sex. It's an idiotic thought, really. But he can't help but think it. Being a virgin for a hundred years isn't too ideal -but in Steve's defense, he's been stuck in ice for 70 of those years- and he knows a big reason why he wants to have sex with you is because he just wants to get it over with as well.

"Hey Steve!" you greet as you walk into the kitchen. Steve's eyes dart over to you quickly as he sets the newspaper down, giving you a smile and greeting you eagerly. A little too eagerly if you ask him. You walk over to the counter furthest from the entrance and grab two mugs from one of the cupboards above. You fill them both with some coffee, but you only grab one of the mugs and take it to the table with you. At the table, you take a seat next to Steve before grabbing the liquid creamer just a few feet away from you.

"Morning, Cap," Tony says as he walks into the kitchen a few seconds later, heading for the other mug. Steve looks up and greets Tony with a nod, offering nothing more after that. Steve looks down at the newspaper on the table and grabs it, lifting it up to pretend to be reading once more.

"Steve," you begin once Tony takes a seat at the table. Steve looks up from the newspaper, noticing Tony's eyes are on his StarkPad. Your eyes are fixed in Steve's direction, waiting for him to actually look at you. "Tony and I were thinking and we know you need a break from some of the missions. Maybe we can start sending others out more?"

Steve looks up at you, finally, after pretending to stare at the newspaper. His brows furrow and he looks surprised and confused by the proposition. The man never gets tired, how could he be tired of Avenging? "I'm sorry?" Steve asks as he looks between you and Tony.

"It's just- we think Bucky and Wanda haven't been pulling their weight much lately. It seems pointless to employ them if they're not even doing anything," you continue, eyeing the man carefully. His eyes squint into a glare, but it seems to be cast at Tony. "Wanda's last mission was two months ago and it was a short rescue mission that lasted an hour. Bucky hasn't been on a mission in four months. They've been training nonstop and they've expressed they're ready to go out. But you never send them."

"What about the Spider kid? He never goes on any missions?" Steve asks, feeling a bit defensive. Normally he wouldn't snap, but who are they to tell him how to run his team?

"He's just a kid, Steve. He does neighborhood patrols and that's that," you cut in and glare at Steve. Why is he being such a dick about it?

"Yeah, plus you're not the only person in the team. We still have Sam, Nat, and Bruce. Who all get very tired because they're still regular humans. You may have the super serum," Tony says before standing up and setting his mug down. "But they don't," he concludes before making a dramatic exit out of the kitchen. Steve rolls his eyes at the other man.

A huff escapes Steve's lips as he lifts his own mug and takes a sip of his coffee. His eyes scrunch up in disgust at the cold coffee. When he looks over at you, he notices the way you're bottom lip is tugged between your teeth. He gives you a look of pure confusion, not understanding why you're looking at him like that.

"Friday, lock the kitchen," you say. A quiet trill sound is made as metallic doors come shutting down from the top of each entrance to the kitchen. Steve looks around, his brows furrowing as he notices there's no escape. Not that he wants to, it's just a bit shocking to the man.

"W-what are you doing?" Steve asks as you approach him. Slowly, he steps back with every step you take forward. You smirk once he's up against the counter and you're standing in front of him. There's a significant height difference, which one would not find intimidating if they were looking at you, but this is Steve. He wants nothing more than to be able to feel you in ways that he knows only Tony gets to.

"Look, Cap. The team is getting a bad rep because people think we're hiding something with Bucky and Wanda. If we send them out, they'll see nothing fishy is going on. Just send them on more missions-"

"So this is a PR thing? Really?" Steve asks, his voice coming off with tons of shock and disdain. You roll your eyes as you rest a hand on his chest.

"Yeah, but it's more than that. They're just sitting ducks letting their skills go to waste. You know they're valuable assets to the team. They can help us do less damage. On top of that, world leaders are getting concerned again. We're just trying to protect Bucky and Wanda again from not getting detained or something. Just send them on missions and let people see that they're doing what they're supposed to. Tony and I can only hold them off for so long."

Steve shakes his head. You're not sure why he's so hesitant to send them on missions. They're the best at what they do and they always make it out safely. Sam is overworked, Bruce -as of lately- seems to be having trouble with the other guy, and Nat needs rest too. So why can't he alternate them out?

You don't bother moving from your position between Steve's legs and you find yourself moving closer towards him. You find your hips pushed up against his now and you can't help but to move your hands up to his shoulders. Steve looks down at you, eyes wide and his breath gets labored. What does he do now?

"We should proba-"

"I know you want to fuck me," you blurt out as Steve's hands move to your arms in an attempt to move you. He stops and looks at you, lips parted in shock but his eyes squinted in confusion.

"What?" he asks. You roll your eyes at his obliviousness.

"I see the way you look at me," you begin as your hands slide down to the hem of his grey shirt. His hands move down to your hips and he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. "And I notice how you get nervous whenever you see me in little to no clothing. Tank tops should not make a man so nervous. Then I remember that you're a virgin and I remember how I used to tremble at seeing guys in just their underclothing when I was on the verge of losing my virginity," you admit.

Your hands slide up into his shirt, shuddering at the warmth of him. He pulls you flush against him and leans down to capture your lips in his. His lips are only slightly chapped but you ignore it, falling into the kiss. You grind your hips into his as you wrap your arms around his neck. A groan escapes his lips as he feels you continue to grind your hips into his. You feel a semi against your clothed core and a smirk begins to form on your lips as he continues to groan.

"Y/N wait," he says as he pulls away, pulling back from you. "What about Tony?" he asks, suddenly feeling guilty.

Through a chuckle, you ask, "what about Tony?"

"Well," Steve begins as he looks around. Anywhere but at you. "Aren't you two a thing?" he asks. His question causes you to giggle. Does he really think that? His eyes give it away though. He totally believes you are.

"Oh my god. No, we're not a thing, Steve. We're just fuck buddies if you will. Whenever he's lonely and I need a good fuck, he's there. But we're not together or anything. Strictly sexual, no strings attached," you explain. Steve looks so lost, making you giggle even more.

"Isn't it weird, though? Having sex without feelings?" Steve asks.

"Not really. I mean, sex with someone you love is amazing. But sometimes sex with someone you hate or someone you're friends with is even better. I don't associate sex with love all the time because sex isn't always the ultimate gesture of love," you tell him. Which it's not. It can be a gesture of love, but it's not the only one. Sometimes, you just need a good fuck without emotion. Just the physical need to cum.

"It just seems odd to me," Steve says as he looks down. You grab his chin and lift it up slightly.

"Look, if this isn't something you're comfortable doing, we don't have to do anything. We can just walk away and pretend none of this ever happened."

"I want to!" Steve cuts in, sounding desperate. He really does want to. "It's just, I'm used to the traditional way. Fall in love and wait until marriage. I mean, I don't want to wait till I find someone now, I just I really like you and- I don't know- I- I just don't know how to do any of this."

"Do you really want to do this?" you ask.

"Yes b-"

"Then follow my lead and if something is too much, let me know and I'll stop."

He nods as you lean in and press your lips to his once more. His facial hair scratches at your face but it doesn't bother you. Based on how Tony's feels when he's going down on you, you just know Steve's would feel even better. You moan at the thought, bringing your hips up against Steve's as you grind into him. He groans into your mouth, wanting more. His hands move down to your ass, pulling you flush against him; face to face, chest to chest, waist to waist. Your hands move to his shirt, pulling it up and revealing his very sculpted and toned chest. You practically drool at his abs, almost like your first time seeing them. He goes bashful as your lips move to his chest and down his abdomen until you reach his happy trail. You continue kissing the skin as you undo his jeans, pulling them down to reveal his hard-on through his boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask. Steve nods eagerly as his hands go down to your hair. You smirk up at him as you kneel down and pull his boxers down. One of your hands wraps around his cock, the other grabbing hold of his balls. You lick up a stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around his tip. His gasps fill the room as the sensation is overbearing. He's seen porn and he's jacked off, but none of it felt or looked as good as this. When he looks down, he sees you looking up at him through innocent eyes as you take his cock into your mouth, only taking in a few inches at a time.

"You like that?" you ask as you briefly pull him out of your mouth. You wrap your lips around his cock again, taking in more of him this time around. You're about halfway as you slowly inch more of him in. Steve throws his head back as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. When he looks back down at you, he sees all of him in your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes. However, he can't seem to stop you, only wanting you to keep going.

"Fuck," you gasp when you pull his cock out of your mouth. He gives you a worried look but you ignore it, going back to having his cock in your mouth, only taking half of him as you bob your head back and forth, stroking the rest in your hand.

"Shit-" he gasps as his hands tangle in your hair. You moan against his cock, making him get one step closer. You stop, pulling away from his cock and stand up. His eyes follow as you remove your top. You remove your pants and stand closer to him as your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a rough kiss. His cock is pressed against your clothed pussy, aching as he waits for you to make another move. You remove your panties before switching spots and hopping on the counter.

"Come here," you tell him. He steps closer and watches as you grab his cock and line it up to your entrance. His eyes screw shut as he feels the entrance of your warm cunt around his cock. You scoot forward a bit, feeling him slowly fill you up more. "Steve, step closer. I want you to fill me up," you say through moans. Steve moves closer, wrapping your legs around him and pushing himself all the way in.

He practically growls as he feels how tight you feel against his cock. His hands move to your ass, gripping it tightly as you throw your head back. You grind your hips into his, making him moan into your ear.

"Oh, fuck-" you moan out loud. "Yes, Steve. Mm, right there," you continue as he begins to take charge, thrusting a bit harder. The sound of skin on skin fills the kitchen, gasps mixing in the air, and loud moans are screamed into each other's mouths.

Steve rests his head on your shoulder, feeling himself get closer with every thrust. You lean back on your hands, feeling it all as he goes full force. Sex with Tony is great, but sex with Steve might just be phenomenal. He seems to be brutal in force, but not unbearably painful. A sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

"Steve-" you moan breathlessly. Your breathing is labored and Steve's thrusts become slack. You can tell he's close and you might just be too. So as he continues hitting at every angle, one of your hands moves down to your clit, rubbing at it as Steve keeps pounding into you. "Oh my God, Steve. Fuck yes!" you scream as he pulls you closer to him. You feel so out of control of your own body, you go limp. Your head rests on Steve's shoulder as he continues going. Before you know it, you're coming on his cock with a loud scream. It almost feels like too much as he continues fucking you senseless.

With a loud moan, he cums inside you, his head collapsing on your shoulder as well. For this being his first time, he sure knew how to handle you and leave you speechless. He continues thrusting sloppily as the two of you ride out your highs.

"Is it odd I feel like a proud parent?" Tony asks Nat in a different room. The conference room to be exact. The two had been having a conversation about the next mission when they heard your familiar screams from the kitchen. Tony lead the way to the conference room, where he asked Friday for live footage from the kitchen. The two only caught the last two minutes of it all, but to say it left the two thirsty for more was an understatement.

"Who would've thought those two would break each other," Nat adds as she watches from next to Tony.

"At least Cap's not a virgin anymore."

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[jaeminlore]

Youth // Jung Hoseok

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the prompt: could you make a Prince Hoseok fanfic? It’d be nice if it were fluffy (Hobie’s been getting all up in my feels as of late) but I have nothing specific in mind. the au i based this scenario off of: i’m in an arranged marriage but i’m in love with the sibling help

words: 3056

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: hobi is always in my feels ngl. he’s just so happy and handsome and can we talk about the fact that hobi is the definition of husband material? my sister and i talk about that a lot. anyway, enjoy!

- destinee

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“You coming, Prince Hoseok?”

The tall prince groaned and hurried to match the stride of his guard. “Honestly, Yoongi, I don’t know why I have to do this.”

“We’ve been through this, Your Highness,” Yoongi glanced at him. “An arranged marriage is a great way to merge two kingdoms for years.”

“But what if she’s really rude or something?”

“Then I guess you’ll have just to marry a rude princess.”

“Thanks, Yoongi,” he said sarcastically.

Yoongi opened the door to the main hall and bowed over dramatically, “That’s what I’m here for, Your Highness. Now she’s already arrived with her staff, so please try to pretend that you like this idea, alright?”

“Fine,” the usually happy prince rolled his eyes and passed Yoongi. He strode across the room, towards the crowd of people waiting for him.

He could already see the princess he was going to marry. He took in her face. While attractive, the sneer upon her lips turned Hoseok off. What could she possibly sneer about in his castle? Everything was absolutely perfect to him.

The first thing out of the princess’ mouth begged to differ, “We’ll have to change the drapes. Write that down.”

Her advisor followed her around as she already had begun to make interior design plans. “My chaise can go over there, in place of that ugly upholstered stool.”

“Hey,” Hoseok made himself known. “That’s my grandmother’s ugly upholstered stool and there is no way you are going to get rid of it. Who said you could redecorate my castle anyway?”

As he crossed his arms over his chest, the princess walked towards him and smiled slyly, “We’ll be husband and wife, soon. You’ll have to make room for sharing.”

How did she make it sound like he was the unreasonable one?

Just as Hoseok was about to comment what a disaster this was, the doors to the hall burst open, and you ran in, the bottom of your skirts caked in mud. “Sis, there’s a lake out there with geese and everything!”

Hoseok couldn’t help but quirk a smile at your small, happy figure. “Who’s this?”

Y/s/n rolled her eyes. “This is my little sister, Y/n. She’s supposed to be measuring the layout of the land for the landscaper I’ll have come in after the wedding.”

“Yeah, about that.” You walked up to the pair, ignoring the protests of both staffs as you trailed mid behind you. “I like the landscape already. All the colors really blend well so I was thinking you wouldn’t have to redo the gardens at all.”

Hoseok stepped closer to you and faced your sister, “I like her idea.”

You smiled up at Hoseok, admiring the handsome prince. He was much taller than you, but that didn’t stop you from getting on your tiptoes and attempting to match his height.

“What are you doing now, Y/n?” Your sister asked, obviously annoyed at your constant bout of energy.

“I’m trying to be as tall as the prince,” you answered, struggling to stay on your tiptoes for a long amount of time.

Hoseok reached for you elbow to help steady you, “Watch yourself, Princess.”

“Right,” you stumbled back onto your flat feet, feeling your cheeks heat up at the older boy’s words.

“Well,” Yoongi said in his droning sort of voice. “I suppose we’ll need to start the engagement ceremony.”

-

The next day, Hoseok asked Y/s/n if she wanted to go ride horses with him down one of his favorite trails.

“I suppose,” she answered haughtily. “I could use a leisurely stroll.”

“Horse riding isn’t for leisurely strolls,” you chided her as you followed her and Hoseok into the stables. “Horse riding is for racing and jumping and all that fun stuff.”

Hoseok turned around and held out his palm. “I like the way you think.”

You clapped his hand, a smile filling up your face.

Y/s/n crinkled her nose. “Then why don’t the two of you go race for some in-law bonding. I have a book to read and a parlor to remodel anyway.”

“Really?” You asked her. “I can go?”

“I don’t care,” she said. “Do whatever you want.”

You turned to Hoseok, “Do you mind if I come with you?”

-

Somewhere in his mind, Hoseok had let out a long sigh of relief. Perhaps it was your youth, being a few years younger than him, but it was much easier to talk to you than it was to talk to your sister.

That was probably going to be a problem in the near future.

“I don’t mind.” He sent you a soft smile. “We better go ahead and tack up if we want to get out and home before dark.”

“Okay. Bye Y/s/n! Have fun reading your boring book!”

She waved you away and left.

Hoseok addressed you as the two of you walked into the tack shed. “You don’t like books?”

“Of course I do,” you answered. “I like adventure and fantasy novels. Science fiction and dramatic tales of retold history. I’m not into the heavy romance she reads.”

“Aren’t you at that age?” Hoseok wondered aloud. “Don’t most girls began thinking about boys at nineteen years old?”

You shrugged, sending him a mischievous smile, “I’m not like most girls, Hoseok.”

For some reason, that playful smirk made his heart race.

He blamed it on your energy. Perhaps you were just too energetic that it upped his cardio levels. That had to be the case.

Once the horses were all tacked up and warmed up, Hoseok and you sat upon your horses in front of the long trail Hoseok had first mentioned.

“This isn’t really fair,” you began.

Hoseok glanced at you from the corner of his eye, “How so?”

“You said yourself that this was one of your favorite trails. You must know the turns in your sleep. Give me a thirty second head start.”

“No, way.” Hoseok said.

“Please?” You clasped your hands under your chin and gave him your best puppy-dog eyes and pouty lip.

“No,” he spoke, though he wavered a bit.

“Fine,” you sat up straighter as your horse shifted beneath you. “I guess you’re just afraid I’ll beat you.”

“I am not,” he scoffed.

“Then give me the head start.”

“Fine. I’m counting now.”

You kicked your horse and he sensed your cue to begin galloping.

The trail wasn’t too hard to maneuver about. Luckily, you and your horse were so in tune with each other that he knew your commands before you enforced them.

You could hear Hoseok’s horse gaining on you, but your horse was already going his maximum speed. If Hoseok caught up, he caught up.

Throughout this, you failed to see the large bullfrog hopping across the road. Your horse saw it, however, and stopped abruptly in his startled form, throwing you over his head and onto the road.

“Y/n!” Hoseok slowed his horse and jumped off, running to you: a pathetic lump in the road. “Are you hurt?”

“Nothing but my pride,” you answered, pushing yourself into a sitting position and giving him an assuring smile.

Hoseok grabbed your cheek and turned it this way and that, looking for any cuts or bruises. Then he ran his hand down your arms to do the same.

Everywhere he touched he left a buzzing sensation running behind him. You felt heat rush to your cheeks when you finally looked at the prince.

“You’re a bit flustered, probably from surprise,” he murmured, “But other than that I don’t see any injuries.”

You bit your lip nervously. There was no reason to be so flustered around this boy. Especially when he’s your sister’s fiancé. “Thanks, Hoseok.”

“Call me Hobi,” he said, patting you lightly on the head before standing up and offering you his hand.

You placed your small, smooth hand in his large, touch ones and allowed him to pull you up. “Thanks, Hobi.”

“No problem. Now I’d say I won that one, didn’t I?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. “Since you broke the rules and dismounted.”

“First of all, that was never against the rules. Second of all, I was thrown off my horse!”

Hoseok sent you a wide smile, “Than you wouldn’t mind starting again?”

“You’re on.”

-

You were happy to spend the next few months with your sister at the palace. While she got ready for her big day, you were able to explore the grounds as you pleased. You even made friends with many of the guards and servants there.

It felt like you had gained a whole new family. You were going to be sad when the wedding was over and you had to return to your home.

Today, you felt like going to the garden and helping the landscaper pull weeds. It was a fun job, and you were able to step out of your dress and into pants for once.

The landscapers name was Jin, and he loved the help you offered him. The two of you gossiped a lot while you worked, mostly about your sister and how annoying she was.

“Hoseok told me she had him change his suit color five times,” Jin complained.

You rolled your eyes, “Poor Hobi. He’s going to be in for a horrible ride.”

Jin scrutinized you, “What did you call him?”

“Hobi?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “He told me I could call him that.”

“Wow,” Jin grunted, pulling at a particularly tough weed. “Hoseok only lets his close friends call him that. You must’ve made a good impression on him.”

“I have that charm,” you agreed, jokingly flipping your hair off your shoulder.

“Jin, if she makes me go to the tailor one more time I am going to- Oh hello, Y/n.” Hoseok walked into the garden, feigning a smile. “What I was saying was I am going to rejoice because I too think the suit should be bright pink.”

You giggled, “Don’t worry about it, Hobi. I know my sister is a tyrant.”

At that, Hobi dropped on his back to the grassy floor, “I don’t want to get married to her. She’s so mean to me. What did I even do?”

“She’s mean to everyone,” you tried to console him.

“Not me,” Jin piped up, not noticing your looks of warning. “She told me I was handsome and laughed at all my jokes.”

Hoseok turned to look at the gardener, “She flirted with you? Wait, does that mean she is upset because she thinks I’m not handsome enough?”

“That can’t be true,” you said without thinking.

A smirk grew on the prince’s face and he looked at you, “Why’s that, Princess?”

You averted your eyes, feeling your cheeks get hot. “Because you’re really handsome. If my sister can’t see that then she’s blind.”

Hoseok sighed and looked back at the sky, “I’m glad you think so. I think I care about your opinion more than her’s anyway.”

Jin, the only one sensing the obvious tension between you two, cleared his throat, “Wow, look at the time. Y/n, can you finish this up for me while I go water the queen’s gardenias?”

“Of course,” you said, smiling.

Only when he left did you realize you were alone with Hoseok. You attempted to reassure him, “She’s not that bad once you get to know her. I’m sure you’ll be happy with her.”

Hoseok moved beside you to help with the weeds, getting the knees of his pants dirty as they pressed into the soil. “She’s the complete opposite of me and what I’m looking for.”

He said the next sentence under his breath, “I wish I could just marry you.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you turned to look at him, “What?”

“I wish I could marry you instead, Y/n,” he said. “It’s just a thought, but I think about it a lot, I suppose.”

You felt like choking. Did this boy just admit to thinking about you in his free time? “Actually, I think about you a lot, too. If you want to know.”

Hoseok and you made eye contact, both of you smiling softly at the other.

You studied his face, and the way his golden skin seemed to outshine the sun. How pretty the slope of his nose and the bow of his lip seemed to you.

His gaze trailed down your face, landing on your lips. He suddenly licked his own, blinked and looked away.

“I should probably go see what Y/s/n is up to,” he spoke, ears red.

“Good idea.”

-

Even though you knew it would probably a good idea to avoid Hoseok, you couldn’t find it in yourself to do.

Over the many weeks in preparation for the wedding, the two of you had gotten closer.

So close, that Hoseok often came to you with his worries.

“The wedding is in a week, Y/n,” said Hoseok.

“You’ll do great, okay?” You reached out and rubbed his arm for assurance.

He exhaled in frustration and ran his hand through his hair. “Why are you the one comforting me?”

“Sorry?” You looked at him, confused.

“You’re always there for me and Y/s/n always ignores me. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Y'know, I think I meant it the other day. I really wish I was marrying you.”

He had gotten closer with every word, so that now he was towered over your short form. “Y/n, I think I want to marry you.”

His eyes flitted you your lips and he swallowed thickly. “But I know I want to kiss you.”

He dipped his head to match your gaze. You could feel the warmth of his breath as it fanned your lips, “I just want to know if that’s okay.”

A slight nod to confirm that it was indeed, okay to kiss you was all Hoseok needed to capture your lips in his own.

He gripped your waist, holding you in place while he kissed you. You could feel his tongue graze your bottom lip as he tried to deepen the kiss. Eventually, you allowed it, opening your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter.

It was back and forth, push and pull, passionate and messy, until a door slammed. Hoseok pulled away slowly, watching your expression through hooded eyes as he licked his own lips. They were swollen and red, and you were sure yours were the same.

Neither of you even noticed that someone had entered the room, for the action of catching your breath was first and foremost.

“What did I just witness?” Yoongi said, rubbing his eyes before giving you a stank face. “If you guys are going to sneak around, at least don’t do it in one of the main halls.”

“I need your help,” Hoseok said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently. “I need to get out of my marriage with Y/s/n.”

Yoongi looked at your interlocked hands and sighed, “Can’t the two of you just tell the queen? I mean, you’d still be marrying a princess.”

“But my parents would never agree to it,” you said. “They want my sister to be married first and take the throne, since she’s older.”

Hoseok looked at you, a wave of determination in his eyes. “I won’t get married to your sister. I promise.”

-

You knew Hoseok had every intention to keep his promise, but on the day of the wedding you began to doubt his word.

What if he did marry Y/s/n? What if you had to watch them grow old together while you pined after your brother-in-law?

You sat on one of the thrones beside the queen, Hoseok’s mom. You bit your nails nervously, only to have Her Majesty slap your hand away. “Have some class, Dear.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, folding your hands in your lap.

Soon, Hoseok walked down the aisle and stood in front of the minister. His fancy prince attire made your heart swell in pride as you thought of his bright future.

If only you could be in it with him.

When your sister appeared, you felt tears behind your eyes. She looked beautiful, but the gaze she gave Hoseok was not a loving gaze. Not even a friendly gaze. It was a gaze Hoseok shouldn’t have to live with the rest of his life. You could see tears of resentment in her eyes, and you suddenly felt sorry for your sibling.

She didn’t want this any more than Hoseok did. Maybe all her annoyances were to try and get Hoseok to call off the wedding. Maybe all she really wanted was to flirt with the gardener and be a normal girl.

You missed the vows while thinking of the couple’s misfortune.

The minister smiled at your sister, “Do you, Y/l/n Y/s/n, take Jung Hoseok as your husband: to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Your sisters voice cracked. Her resolution was breaking.

“And do you, Jung Hoseok, take Y/l/n Y/s/n as your wife: to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?”

Hoseok stilled. He glanced at your sister before uttering the clear words you longed to hear, “I don’t.”

The crowd gasped, but the queen beside you pushed you into a standing position. “He told me everything last night. Go to him.”

You couldn’t disobey the queen, so you hesitantly walked through the crowd.

Hoseok, who had been looking for you, suddenly smiled and ran towards you. “I told you I wouldn’t marry her. I’ll marry you instead.”

You slapped his chest playfully as happy tears began to leak from your eyes, “I thought you were going to go through with it!”

Hoseok pulled you into his chest and kissed your forehead, “I had to clear it with everyone first. I’m sorry I scared you, but look.”

He turned to around, where you saw your sister talking to Jin with a relieved smile on her face.

“I think everything turned out okay.”

~the end~