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Liberal Arts - Chapter 2 - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz

Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.

Words: 8.035k

A/N: I would like to thank everyone who left their opinions in the first part. And wish good luck to deal with the angst that will remain before their happy ending. By the way, flashbacks in italic. Also, i'm having issues with the tag list, tumblr hates me.

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Chapter Two - Paris and Cheap Wine

New York, Present Day

Your mural is finished.

After so long of working on it, you have really done it.

You called Natasha as soon as you realized it, and she showed up at your apartment still in her pajamas.

"I was going to complain that you woke me up early, but this looks incredible." She comments as soon as she enters the room. And then jumps on your neck to hug you. "Congratulations, darling! I knew you'd make it."

You laugh, spinning her around the room before letting go.

"I can't believe it." You speak contentedly. "I really did it."

The problem is that staring at the mural for a few seconds, you realize that there is someone else you would like to show this to. To whom you cannot.

Natasha immediately notices your change in posture, and puts her hand on your shoulder. "Hey, what's up?"

You clear your throat, pushing the emotion away. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. I'm just still out of orbit. I think I've been without sleep for too many hours."

"Then go to bed!" She practically orders, pushing you by the shoulders toward your room. "I'll stick around, and when you wake up we'll celebrate at a fancy restaurant."

"Yes, boss." You sneer, making her laugh.

A good night, or in this case, afternoon of sleep, should chase away the bitter feeling in your stomach. Or at least you let yourself believe that as you lay your head on the pillow.

Fortunately after so many weeks, your bed no longer smelled of Wanda.

New York, two months ago.

You think you are living in a hidden paradise.

After what happened in the darkroom, you and Wanda haven't been able to keep your hands off each other.

The first dinner in your apartment ended with hot kisses on the kitchen counter, which turned into intimate touches on your bed.

Wanda didn't leave until Sunday evening.

You spent the whole day together, locked in a bubble of intimacy in your apartment.

She made love to you in the morning, and had breakfast in your bed. You looked at pictures, and talked about everything and nothing cuddled up on the sofa.

She came in your mouth on the kitchen counter when you went to prepare lunch, and you had to order take-out because you completely forgot about the stove when you tasted her.

In the afternoon she stayed on your lap on the sofa, warm touches and kisses until you came with the friction of her hips against yours, and she looked at you with adoration.

Until she needed to leave, and you promised it wouldn't be the last time.

And it really wasn't.

It was still a secret, still wasn't supposed to happen, and yet, you would meet every day.

Stolen glances during classes, hidden touches when she visited you after the last period.

The danger of being caught in make-out sessions in the dark room or the empty classroom made it all the more exciting.

And because it was so good, it had to come to an end at some point.

The first rays of reality began to appear as soon as the winners of the spring competition were announced.

You were smiling when you told the class, more covertly than when you read the envelope before class.

But not everyone was happy when you read the name Maximoff aloud.

"What a surprise. If I was sleeping with the teacher I would win as well." One of the girls in the back commented loudly, and the room exploded into a buzz.

But the Dean was also present for the announcement of the winner, and raised his voice. "I would be very careful with that kind of unfounded accusation, Miss Watson."

You couldn't relax after that, even though the girl said that it was just a joke, you didn't smile when you handed the invitation envelope to the competition to Wanda, and ended class early.

When she tried to ask you out, you said you were busy.

You were able to keep your distance for two whole weeks, substantiating the argument that you were busy with work.

Wanda was going to travel to Seattle for the competition, and you weren't prepared to accompany her.

When rumors circulated that you tried to talk to the Dean, asking him to accompany the winner instead of you, she showed up at your door.

"Wanda, this is not a good time." You spoke in a tired voice as you opened the door, but she walked past you angrily and entered.

You sighed, closing the door and turning to her.

She hesitated as she noticed the mess in your apartment.

To occupy your mind and not think about her, you sank into building your photo mural.

Your apartment was a complete mess. There were pictures scattered on the floor, on the walls, books on the subject open and lying around. Torn pages that you ripped out in frustration. Bottles of energy drinks and pizza boxes.

You leaned against the wall, hands in your pockets, unable to face her.

You wondered if she was capable of saying that this mess was just a representation of how you really felt.

And by the way she took a deep breath, and eased her expression, she did.

"Why are you pushing me away?"

She asked in a weak voice, and you sniffled.

Sliding against the wall, you hugged your knees. "I can't do this anymore, Wanda."

She choked, and moved closer, lowering herself to the same height as you. "Don't say that." She begged. "We can-"

"Keep hiding?" You cut in with a whiny voice. "I can't. I won't."

"Then say you're with me." She asks, touching your forearm. "Please. We can do this. I'll sign whatever I need, I'll admit whatever I have to admit. I just want to be with you."

You let out an incredulous laugh, feeling your eyes fill with tears. "And what about the competition? My job? Wanda, we've been having sex for months. I'll be accused of being impartial, you'll be disqualified. They can fire me, you can be suspended. What would your father do if he knew? I bet he would forbid you to study photography after a scandal like this."

She shakes her head, trying to hold your hands, but you pull away, standing up. She follows you. "Please, we can figure this out. I may not be exactly independent, but Dad wouldn't stop paying for my course! I would tell him the truth, and he would understand!"

You give an incredulous laugh. "Gonna tell him you're fucking your teacher? Yeah, I'm sure he'd be very supportive."

"Stop talking like that!" She shouts back in a whiny voice. "You talk like it's just sex."

"Isn't it?" You return bitterly, ignoring the way the phrase sickens you. Wanda looks at you as if you've just slapped her.

"Is that what you think?"

"What I think is that it's over." You return. "And that it should never have happened in the first place."

She remains silent, looking at you in shock.

You hold back your tears, but she lets hers flow.

"I really thought you would never hurt me." She confesses next, and then wipes her tears away. "Good-bye, Miss Y/L/N."

With your empty apartment, you collapsed.

You think you cried yourself to sleep.

All you know is that you woke up on the carpet, smelling coffee.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as you noticed the red headed figure in your kitchen. Nat sighed, taking her attention away from the teapot to look at you.

"It's Monday. When you didn't show up, and Wanda came into my class with puffy eyes, I connected the dots."

You felt a desperate urge to cry at hearing her name, and you crawled onto the couch, sinking your face into the cushions.

"I let her go, Nat."

"Why on earth would you do that?" She questioned in surprise, walking out of the kitchen. "I thought it was just a bad fight."

You sniffled, hugging one of the pillows.

"Check my desk, third drawer." You muttered exhausted, and Nat frowned in confusion, but followed your instructions.

She let out an exclamation as she found the threatening letters. Anonymous messages, promises of exposure about your hidden relationship. Some had photographs of you and Wanda in moments not as hidden as you thought. One was even from the day you drove her down the street to the dorm, and she kissed you before you left.

"Y/N, that's blackmail." Natasha spoke earnestly, returning the stack of cards to the table. "We can go to the police and-"

You interrupted with a wry laugh. "You know what happened last week?" You began, settling back against the couch.

Nat sighed, denying it with his head. You had a sad smile on your lips.

"Clint Bartoon dropped out of the course." You say. "Erik followed through with the lawsuit, even though Pietro insisted it was an accident. I heard that his parents had to mortgage their house to bankroll the costs now that he is on trial for attempted murder."

"Y/N, I know that was horrible but-"

"What do you think Erik would do if someone published those pictures?" You interrupt, "Because I'm sure he would say that I was corrupting his daughter, and abusing my power. Honestly, that's not even about this job anymore. Wanda is only 22 years old. Her father would end any chance of her becoming a great photographer. And I can't allow that."

"Is that why you broke up with her?"

You sigh, wiping away your tears. "I should never have let that happen, Nat. The risk we took, god. I should have stayed away."

"You weren't doing anything wrong." She insists. "Y/N, we can't control who we fall in love with!"

You laughed humorlessly. "Love is for children, Nat."

She sighed, in defeat. "You know I just say that for the sake of saying it. It's not true."

"Maybe it is." You returned. "All I did was hurt her. And risk her future. And for what? To have her naked in my bed."

Nat shakes her head, reaching up to hold your hand. "Don't do that." She says. "Don't try to minimize what it all meant to you. I've never seen you as happy as you've been in the last few weeks. You even went back to drawing."

You cried again, and Nat hugged you tightly.

But you didn't go back on your word. Natasha didn't try to insist, but assured you that she would find out who was sending the threatening letters, even though you had asked her to let the matter die.

Wanda went to Seattle alone, and Natasha found the blackmailer.

"I hope you understand the gravity of this situation, Professor Y/L/N." The Dean warned you as you, Nat, and Emma Frost sat in his office.

"Of course I do, Fury." You said. And you were exhausted.

When was the last time you had slept properly? You can't even remember.

Sleeping in your bed became impossible with the smell of Wanda impregnated into the sheets, and the couch was too uncomfortable.

"Just as your relationship is against regulations, blackmail is a crime punishable by imprisonment." He continues and this time looks at the young woman next to you, who has her legs crossed and a neutral expression, "I understand that we can come to an agreement between both sides."

Natasha spoke for you, and was quite annoyed. "Of course we can. Miss Frost keeps her mouth shut and we don't send her to jail!"

"Or I'll post everything online and expose the true face of the mayor's little perfect girl!" Returns the blonde bitterly. "Besides, she didn't even deserve to win that contest."

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. Your head was exploding.

"Emma, your picture wasn't chosen because there was a spot of light in the right corner." You commented quietly. "No judge would pick such an amateurish photo. Don't try to take your lack of talent out on Wanda or myself."

"This is a good time for us to stop accusing each other and settle this civilly." Dean Fury directed.

Emma was really upset by your comment, and you almost felt bad.

Fortunately, you guys came to an agreement. Not so good, but it was better than no agreement at all.

She deleted the images she had, and signed a confidentiality agreement. You signed a liability waiver, guaranteeing that your brief relationship with Wanda was over. Also, you were not going to judge the next photo contest, the upcoming European competition.

You knew that this was only the first step towards a future resignation. And of course the entire faculty learned about this over the course of the week, but you didn't have the patience to deal with it. And no one seemed willing to counter Fury and Natasha's warning glares of silence on the matter.

"Hey, do you wanna grab some food?" Nat asked as soon as you left the Dean's office.

"No, I'm going home." You spoke, forcing a smile to try to reassure her that you were okay. "I need to finish up a few things and I'm going to try to get some sleep."

Nat hugged you by the shoulders. "Sweetheart, everything is going to be fine now."

You tried to believe her.

Your apartment was better since the last time Wanda had been in it.

Thanks to Nat, who insisted that sinking into the mess would only make you feel worse, and helped you tidy up and clean in one weekend. It was great that she lived upstairs, since if you started to drown in your memories with Wanda in that small space, she would let you stay at her place for a while.

But today she had some appointments with Yelena in town, and you sank your face into the only pillowcase that still smelled faintly of Wanda's shampoo.

Your tears wet the fabric as soon as the memories floated through your mind.

"What's that mural for?" She asked, wearing only a shirt of yours, on one of the many afternoons she sneaked into her apartment.

You took your eyes off the tests you were correcting, and looked at her standing in front of your unfinished mural.

"The European competition." You clarified. "It's my application."

"That sounds so important." She commented with a smile, making you chuckle.

"Well, you'll be able to participate in the amateur category if you want too." You say. "But for graduated photographers, the application is more demanding, so to speak."

"My, my, how professional you sound talking like that." She jokes, moving closer to sit on your lap, her hands intertwined behind your neck.

You laugh, hugging her waist. "You mean old?"

She shakes her head, stealing a kiss from you. "Experienced."

"Another word for old."

"You talk like you're fifty." She returns with a chuckle, and you begin to run your hands up the inside of her blouse.

"No, but thirty-two is far enough from twenty two don't you think?"

She almost loses her line of thought as she feels your fingers teasing her nipples, but she swallows dryly and replies, "I think it’s just perfect timing."

You just giggle, shaking your head. The next time you kiss her, you don't stop.

Gasping away from the memories, you force yourself to stand.

You still have to submit your application to the European Competition, and you go back to the room to do so.

As you frame the camera to take the picture of the mural, you daydream again.

Wanda is lying against your chest, analyzing your features with her fingertips.

"And what happens if you win your super important competition?" She asks in a whisper, and you blink a few times away from the way you were lost in her gaze to answer.

"Trips." You reply. "Paris in the first round."

"Fancy."

You smile, stroking your back. "I guess so."

"Would you go alone?" she asks, letting slip between her curiosity, a trace of jealousy, which makes your smile widen.

"Why? Do you know anyone who likes photography and all-expenses-paid trips to the most romantic city in the world?"

She laughs, pausing the touches against your cheek. "Yeah, I think I know a person or two."

You smile, and kiss her tenderly. She sighs against your lips, shifting to wrap a leg around your body and sit against your hips.

You think you'll never get tired of the feeling of kissing her.

When she breaks the kiss again, she rests her hands on your ribs, looking at you adoringly.

"Can you imagine us in Paris?" She asks, her voice a little hoarse. You rest your hands on her thighs, biting back a smile. "We could walk around the city. I could..."

"What?" You ask when it looks like she won't complete the sentence, noticing the way her cheeks turn red.

"I could hold your hand in public."

Your heart breaks and mends at the same time. "Wanda I-"

"No, it's okay." She assures forcing a smile, her hips fit against yours and you gasp softly. "I don't want to let the mood down. I just want us to make each other feel good."

You frown slightly at her phrase. "You don't have to worry about that, Wanda. You don't have to try to please me all the time. It's okay if we fight, or if we have serious conversations."

She bites her lip and forces her hips down. You choke and she smiles, "I like it better when we do other things."

But you wanted her to know you were serious, so you raised your hands to her waist and stopped her movements. She let out a grumble, but you smiled, lifting your body to bring your faces closer together.

"I mean it, you little brat." You tenderly let her know, even though Wanda blushed at the nickname. "You can always tell me if something is bothering you. I won't be mad or anything."

She stares at you a moment, and then nods, hugging you by the shoulders, and sighing. You hug her back.

It feels more intimate than any sex.

Wanda pulls away to rest her forehead against yours; "I want to go to Paris with you."

You smile, closing your eyes. "I can't wait."

The click of the flash scares you out of the memories.

You realize that you started to cry again, but you push the feeling away, and sit down at your computer, ready to review the photos before uploading them.

New York, one month ago

You had a congratulatory envelope in your hand, opened and crumpled.

And a half-empty bottle of wine in the other.

Sitting in front of the television, but it was not even on.

Four hours before, you got the news you had been waiting to hear since you started taking pictures.

"Miss Y/L/N, we are pleased to inform you that you have qualified for the 34th edition of the European International Photography Competition."

The letter came in the mail, Natasha was looking out the window of her own apartment in the teachers' housing complex waiting for you to get the news, and you looked up with the biggest smile of all and she let out an excited shout that probably woke up the whole building.

She took you to celebrate at the local pub, and it was the best thing for an hour and a half.

Until some young people from the university arrived, and among them you recognized Wanda's brown hair.

You turned the shot in one go. Nat said something about going to a different bar, and you were about to say yes, until you noticed that Wanda was not alone.

A tall guy you didn't know, a little older than her. Maybe even older than you, had an arm around her. He was handsome, wearing expensive, shiny clothes.

They looked like a magazine couple, barely matching their surroundings.

"I gotta go." You breathlessly warned, leaving the bar so quickly that Nat barely had time to call you back.

As she hurried to pay the bill, you left, and felt all the booze turn in your stomach.

You ended up throwing up on the corner of the pub, and were crying when Nat finally found you, patting you on the back.

"Maybe they were just friends, dear." She tried but your tears wouldn't stop.

Nat left you at home, and you thought you needed more wine to push the pain away.

And you ended up on the living room floor, crumpled acceptance letter in hand.

Natasha returned with your dinner, and sighed as she noticed your condition.

"Honey, I told you to go to bed and not to drink again." She speaks, but you ignore her, letting out a sad laugh that turns into a sob halfway through.

She goes to the kitchen to drop off the food she brought, and you laugh again.

“What is so funny?”

She asks, thinking it best not to try to reason with your alcoholic version.

You laugh and cry at the same time, letting the wine bottle go down and watching the liquid stain your carpet.

Nat doesn't notice because her back is turned, serving the food.

"I told my student that he couldn't send pictures of his girlfriend to a serious contest." You suddenly confess between one laugh and another. "And that's exactly what I did with the most important competition out there."

Nat frowns in confusion, and takes her attention off her plates to look at you. "Honey, what are you talking about?" She questioned, and you only cried harder. Nat continued. "It wasn't your mural that-"

"Fuck that mural!" You interrupted, grabbing the bottle next to you and throwing it against the pictures all at once.

The wine soaked and stained almost the entire mural, ruining the photos, and Nat let out a loud exclamation. "Y/N, that's your life's work! What are you doing...?"

You sobbed, sinking your face into the carpet. "Wanda was my life, Nat. I can't do this without her." You confessed tearfully, finding it hard to breathe.

Nat came up quickly, lowered herself to the floor, and hugged you tightly.

She stroked your hair until you stopped crying, whispering that one day the pain would subside.

Dinner got cold, and you fell asleep in your bestfriend arms.

Your migraine was unbearable in the morning, but there were two aspirin on the side of your bed.

"You have two periods, you'd better hurry." Natasha warned. God, had she really spent the night?

You were apologizing even before you took the pills, but she shook her head.

"Don't do that." She says. "You know you've done much more than this for me."

"Friends through sickness and health." You joked before drinking the medicine. She laughed, and threw a set of clean clothes over your legs on the bed.

"Come on, shower. You stink of alcohol."

She prepared delicious eggs with bacon while you were in the bathroom.

And you looked decent, despite all the emotional misery, when you appeared in the kitchen.

"Can we talk about what you told me yesterday?"

You stretched. "What exactly did I say?"

Nat sighed, and nodded toward the living room.

Only now, noticing the mess, and your destroyed mural, did you remember.

"Fuck." You grumbled, leaning against the counter. "Sorry, Nat. I must have scared you."

She shrugged. "Come on, you know how Alexie was when he drank. You don't even come close."

"If I reminded you of your alcoholic father, I really feel like shit right now." You grumble, sinking your face against your hands. But Nat gives a little chuckle.

"You don't, so I'm telling you not to worry." She says. "I just want to know about the mural and the picture you actually sent."

You sigh, stepping away to grab your laptop.

You returned to the kitchen with it in your lap, open to the page of the email you sent to the competition organizers.

"I worked on that mural for what feels like a lifetime." You say. "And when it came time to send the damn picture, I couldn't do it."

Nat took her surprised eyes off the screen to look at you. "Why do you think?"

"Isn't it obvious?" You returned with a sad smile. "The first picture I took when I entered college was the day my mother passed away. She was so tired. You could see it in her face. It was the same photo that my father took to Paris, that secured my first international award."

"Yeah, I know the story." She murmured sadly. "But how is your father being an insensitive little shit about exposing your mother's deathbed photo to the world the reason you won't send the mural photo?"

You sighed. "My mother was the reason I loved photography, Nat. After she was gone, my photos were losing their meaning."

"Y/N, I don't think that's true." Nat argued with a frown. "You just photographed different things. More gray, I guess. But you are still an exceptional photographer."

"All my pictures are empty. Emotionless." You return. "This mural reflects the empty shell I became when my mother died."

"God, I hate it when you talk about yourself like that."

You shake your head, swallowing dryly. "But I'm not all the time like that, am I? Sometimes there are openings of light."

Nat thought it best not to interrupt your creative monologue. You felt your eyes filling with tears.

"Like, when I think of our friendship, I'm able to take pictures that remind me of summer." You confess without looking at her, and Nat smiles, waiting for you to finish. "Or when I think of teaching, and take pictures during the golden hour."

You take a deep breath, feeling the tears drain away. Nat risks, "And when you think of Wanda, what happens?"

You sob softly. "I take the best pictures I ever could."

Nat sighs, and hugs you from the side, resting her head on your shoulder.

You control your crying, to speak again. "That's why I sent them this picture." You recount. "My mother wanted me to participate in this competition. She wanted to see me win, but she died before she could do that. And now, I'm in. And I only made it because of the person who made me the happiest I've ever felt my whole life."

"You should tell her that."

You let out a wry laugh, wiping your tears away with your hands as Nat turns away to look at your notebook once more. "I mean it. It's a really beautiful picture. And even after everything, I think Wanda would like to know."

"I can't do that." You say next, and Nat raises her gaze to you again. "I can't enter that contest."

"Okay, did you hit your head somewhere or what?"

"I can't, Nat." You say simply, feeling a lump in your throat. "If I see that picture displayed anywhere after I've lost her, I'm going to collapse. It was hard enough to send it, I just can't."

Nat sighs, and slips her arms around your waist, waiting for you to match her embrace. "I'm here whatever you decide dear."

“Thank you.”

Paris, one week ago.

The gallery was full, and you were bored.

Here you were, finally in the most important photography competition in existence.

But you weren't participating.

Nat supported you despite everything, and the judges were so impressed by your photo that they invited you as a guest of the contest.

Having a respected name had its perks.

The judge tried one last time to convince you to expose the photo, but you refused.

Paris was rainy but elegant. Some people were petty.

Without Wanda here, you wanted to cry every time you saw a couple on the street. And there were many.

Your melancholy has earned you many good photographs at least.

After everything that had happened, you were in the most romantic city in the world all alone.

Nothing made you feel better, not the compliments about your work, not the promises of better opportunities, and certainly not the unwanted flirtations from the aspiring photographer in front of you.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right back." You interrupted and didn't even give her a chance to argue before crossing the crowd of people in the gallery toward the outside.

It was fucking cold.

You never smoked, but you felt the urge to do so. So you asked the party guest who was smoking on the sidewalk and on the phone for a cigarette.

He didn't mind.

You puffed twice, and let your gaze wander.

If Wanda had been here, you would have been late. You would have stayed in the hotel room, and she would have kept you in bed as she always did.

You wondered if she missed you in the same excruciating way that you missed her.

You threw away the cigarette, and walked away from the gallery, into the first pub you could find.

It was crowded and cheap. You didn't have that much money, but you spent it all on beer.

You stumbled back to the hotel, and ignored the missed calls from the competition judges, probably wondering what you had gotten yourself into, embarrassed by your absence at the toast.

You took off all your clothes and were left with only your underwear.

The hotel phone could do international calls, the receptionist told you.

What time should it be in New York now, your drunk brain wondered.

You sat on the edge of the couch, and were dialing the only number you could remember.

Don't pick up. Don’t pick up. Please don't-

"Hello?"

She sounded sleepy. You woke her up, as you had done so many times before. You remembered her face perfectly, the way Wanda always looked in the morning.

Your breathing becomes shallow.

"Y/N, is that you?" she asked into the silence.

But you didn't answer. She sniffled on the other side. "It is you isn't it?" And she sounded almost annoyed when she asked. "Why are you calling me?"

You didn't answer, and she slammed the phone down hard. With the familiar sound of a closed call, you sobbed.

"I love you, Wanda." You confessed in the silence of your room, against the disconnected phone in your ear.

--//--

"How is Paris?" That was the first question you needed to answer the next day, as soon as Natasha called you.

You were still in bed, wishing all your appointments would just go away.

"I can't wait to go home."

"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard." She returns, causing you to let out a chuckle.

"If I ask nicely, will you come pick me up?"

It's her turn to laugh. "God, what a needy baby. What is wrong? Are your hipster friends being mean to you?"

"Everyone is amazing, and I don't want to get out of bed." You clarify, sighing against the pillows. Nat complains to someone on the other end, and you know she should be in Yelena's apartment, probably taking care of Fanny, her sister's dog.

"How's the university?" You ask next, and she lets out a giggle.

"Terrible." She comments, and it sounds like she is hiding something, but you are too miserable to insist. "Darcy asked about you."

"Aww, she's sweet." You return. "I'll ask her out to lunch when I get back, it's been a while since we've done anything together."

"I think you have enough friends already."

You laugh at Nat's jealous tone. "What do you want me to do then, Romanoff? You can't be my gossip company all the time."

"Isolate yourself in your room like you always do and wait for me to be available." She speaks as if she is serious, but you both laugh afterwards. "You're lucky I also think Darcy is cool, so I approve of this friendship."

"Yes, yes." You return. But then you hear a noise that makes you sigh. "Nat I have to go, my responsibilities are knocking on the door."

Nat laughs before saying goodbye.

Fortunately, your excuses and lies about having had feeling sick with the hotel food are enough to justify your absence.

You spend the rest of the holiday going to photo exhibitions that you don't want to see, and on the last day you receive a ticket to Moscow for the semi-finals of the competition.

New York, four days ago.

You realize that you have gotten better at ignoring the pain over time, or at least you have convinced yourself of this.

Nat picked you up at the airport, and updated you on some gossip on the way to your apartment.

But she got tense when you asked again about the university.

"Look, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." She starts by making you frown in curiosity. "It's about Wanda, sort of."

You focus your gaze on the road, waiting.

Nat takes a deep breath. "Do you remember the guy we saw with her in that bar?"

"Yes."

"He's the new Applied Robotics teacher in the science building." She declares. You lock your jaw, but say nothing. "Look, it's literally across campus, so that means you won't have much contact with him."

"You said it like it was good news. Which means you have a bad one." You deduce. "Nat, what is it?"

She bites her lip hesitantly, and takes a moment of silent direction to finally say. "Wanda has an engagement ring."

Your breath hitches. You turn your face to the window, but can't disguise the sob that escapes your throat next second. Nat doesn't care, she interlaces your hand in silence, and doesn't try to ask you anything.

You're so tired of feeling so miserable all the time.

But you can't help it, especially after learning that Wanda is engaged.

Natasha helps you with your bags, and you go prepare something for you two to drink.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asks hesitantly, taking a seat at the kitchen counter.

You let out a humorless laugh. "I'm a mess, Nat. You know that." You say. "But now that I know she moved on, I can do the same."

You stare down the floor, and Nat calls you. "You should know I'm with you to the end of the line Y/N."

You smiled, toasting the lemonade with her. "Me too, Nat."

New York, Present Day

Teaching to Wanda, being able to see the glowing ring on her finger completely destroyed all the pleasure of going to class at all.

Your week was the worst since you two broke up.

It felt like the ring was a constant symbol of what you lost.

Wanda didn't interact with you for more than two sentences about the lesson, and you didn't know which was worse.

You tried to stuff yourself with work, and you started going out more too. Darcy was great company, and you wondered why you guys drifted so far after college.

Maybe it was because she was so much more fascinated by technology than photography. Even when she accompanied you to your first competition as a freshman, she preferred drinking than seeing the galleries.

But she was always fun. And you were willing to invest in anything to keep you busy.

All to distract yourself from the fact that eventually, Wanda would be married.

With someone else.

"Hey, Darcy, do you have plans this Friday?" You approached her in the teachers' room, two weekends before the beginning of the Fall season.

Before you had to go to Russia again, to face responsibilities you no longer wanted to have.

She raised a curious eyebrow. "You know something, Y/N, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying something with me." She flirted, putting her purse away in the lockers.

You hesitated, feeling your face flush.

Could this be what you were doing?

Was it true that you were seeing her frequently. And that you thought she was funny and beautiful. But she was not Natasha, no one could be your friend like Natasha.

You frowned, surprised by the suggestion. Could you really move on with Darcy?

"Maybe." You spoke then, causing her amused expression to slip. "If you want to, of course. We can have a beer, and call it a date."

Darcy raised a brow, but shrugged. "You know what, that's a great idea. Friday at seven, and don't be late, I'm a picky woman."

You laughed, nodding in agreement.

Great, you had a date. Great, right?

So why are you panicking and Natasha was laughing at your face?

"And you just asked her on a date?" She asked between giggles as soon as you told her all about your encounter with Darcy when Nat went to your classroom in last period. "I knew you still had game."

You let out an embarrassed grumble. "Fuck you."

She just laughed, shaking her head. You went back to correcting the activities on your desk until she stopped.

"Have you at least decided where you're going to take her?" Nat asked after a moment.

You sighed, not taking your eyes off the paper. "The local pub, I think. I don't want anything extravagant, because I'll get anxious in a new place. We' re just giving it a try, Nat. I don't want to mess it up before we get started."

"I hope it works out, sweetheart." She says sincerely, and turns her attention back to her cell phone. "Can I order pizza for us? You look like you have a lot of work to do."

"Yes, Nat, thank you." You speak.

She leaves the room to call, and you sigh as you focus on work again.

--//--

When Friday finally arrived, you tried not to think too much about your date.

You put on just a set of jeans, making yourself presentable, and even did your hair the way Natasha said it made you look like a piece of mischief.

She texted you good luck, busy with a movie night with her sister, and you picked Darcy up on foot.

"You look nice." You commented as soon as you arrived, and she gave you a smirk.

"And you look sinful, it's not even fair." She returns charmingly.

It's easy with Darcy. Much because you were already friends.

She is funny, and ironic, and makes comments that make you laugh with a certain embarrassment because they are always at times when you are not supposed to.

You make small talk, reminisce about embarrassing college stories, and drink.

Every time your brain thinks about turning your train of thought to Wanda, you take a sip.

Darcy has always been more resistant, having been to many more parties than you.

So with the same amount of cans, she's just a little high, while you already feel your head spinning.

She decides to call it a night, helping you not to trip over your own feet back to the apartment complex.

"This was fun." You comment smiling, alcoholic. Darcy gives a little chuckle.

"Yes, it was." She says, standing in front of you. "Can you make it to the top floor by yourself, champ?"

You let out a lopsided giggle. "Don't you want to come up with me?"

Honestly, you don't even know where this is coming from. At this point, you're just repeating what you think people do at the end of dates.

Darcy smiles, shaking her head negatively. She moves closer and kisses you on the mouth, but you can't even close your eyes.

She pulls away in the next second. "See how weird it feels?" she asks without sounding upset. "We're friends. Just friends. And your heart is clearly taken."

You suddenly feel like crying, so you look away to the floor. Darcy puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, don't be like that." She says trying to make you feel better. "Just because it didn't work out with me doesn't mean you won't move on with someone else. You're going to another continent next week, you may very well end up meeting the love of your life there."

You bite your tongue hard, avoiding saying that you had already met this person.

Forcing a smile, you say to Darcy, "Thanks for a fun evening, Darcy. I really enjoyed it."

"Anytime, Y/N."

--//--

You hate how gossip circulates around campus.

At the very first Monday class, you find the murmurs and giggles among your students strange, and you dread to ask.

Wanda arrives late, gives you a death glare, and doesn't answer any questions during the entire class.

You present a few slides, and collect the assignments from the summer.

Emma Frost thinks it's funny to hand you a bikini picture.

"Miss Frost, come here please." You ask earnestly, and when she approaches your desk, smiling provocatively, you have enough.

You take the picture and tear it up in front of the entire class.

"I don't condone this type of behavior." You warn her, and hand the torn photograph back to her. "If you don't want to fail this semester, I suggest you start taking your assignments more seriously."

You pick up your briefcase, and leave the room. Even from outside you are able to hear the buzzing and giggling.

But you couldn't care less. You were so tired of the immaturity of your students.

To your happiness, Darcy treated you no differently after your unsuccessful date.

You asked her to lunch, and Nat also joined you two.

Because the universe seemed to be testing you, Wanda was in the cafeteria at the same time, and instead of having lunch with her boyfriend in the science building like usual, she invited him to come along.

Suddenly you were not hungry.

Nat noticed your frown immediately, but didn't even have to ask why, since she could see Wanda a few tables away.

You could not control your mouth.

"Don't you guys find it ironic how public they are?"

Darcy exchanges a look with Nat, and it is the redhead who speaks, in her calm tone, trying to keep your anger from escalating somehow.

"Well, things are usually easier for straight couples." She begins. "And besides, before anything happened, they signed a few papers with Fury."

"And Vis isn't her professor anyway." Darcy adds. "I guess it was different with you because, well, she's in your class."

"Yeah, I get it." You return bitterly. "Whatever, that's not my problem. And I really don't want to ruin our lunch, so let's change the subject."

Sometimes, when you pretend not to care for so long, it's convincing enough.

You work on autopilot in the afternoon, and think that nothing can shake you.

Then you bump into your coffee cup on the table, wet your notebook, and have a crying episode.

At least you were already in your apartment.

You really need to finish your paperwork, and to ease the growing pain in your chest, you try a glass of wine.

It seems that you can hear Nat's disapproving tone, so you drink more because you think you are letting your best friend down.

With the alcohol, you feel hot and bothered. The room seems small.

You stand there in your underwear and take photographs.

You try to call Nat, but can't find the right number.

Your head is spinning and you collapse on the carpet.

--//--

You wake up to loud knocks on your door.

Groaning with migraine pain, and honestly feeling still half drunk, you complain about the sun light as you get up.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" You warn angrily, then open the door.

You choke as you meet Wanda's angry face.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She questions, and you have no idea what she is talking about. Your expression of shock and confusion only seems to irritate her more.

She pushes the cell phone in your hand and enters the apartment, crossing her arms in the hallway.

You close the door as you lower your gaze to the small device's screen.

All the half naked pictures you have taken were sent to her.

An audio message of you laughing and crying at the same time below.

Many question-mark messages from Wanda that you haven't responded to.

"It was two in the morning!" Wanda accuses angrily. "You just didn't answer me anymore! I didn't know what to think I-"

"I'm sorry." You spoke returning the cell phone to her and bypassing her to go to the kitchen, wanting an aspirin.

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"What else could I say?" You retort back.

Wanda lets out an irritated grumble. "Do you realize how fucked up that is? You can't just send me stuff like that!" She speaks angrily. "Vis could have seen my cell phone!"

At this point, you'd think she was just trying to get a reaction out of you. And she certainly got one by mentioning her fiancé.

"Oh, so this is about your boyfriend checking your phone." You sneer.

"Fiancé." She corrects almost proudly, and you lock your jaw, turning the tablet and the glass of water over at once.

"Yeah, whatever you call it."

She tilts her head, lifting her chin. "Jealous much?"

You let out a humorless laugh.

"Of you fucking another teacher? Of course not, that seems to be your thing."

You felt the words poison your chest after they escaped your tongue. The feeling got even worse when you saw the hurt in Wanda's eyes.

She was almost too shocked to react, almost.

But then she let out a wry laugh, and quickly wiped away the tear that ran down her cheek.

"I should have known you'd treat me like this."

You clenched your jaw, clenching the marble of the kitchen countertop.

"Like what?"

"Like a slut." She spoke bitterly. You frowned, but Wanda laughed humorlessly again. "You fucked me, and you tricked me with your pretty words. And then you ended it all when it got too real. Too serious. I guess you just picked a different way to keep fucking with my head."

You let out an offended exclamation. "Wanda, that's not true!"

But she shakes her head, signaling that she doesn't want to hear you speak. "It doesn't matter. We're done. You broke us up, you understand? So stop texting me drunk at night, and stop looking for me. Or I'll file a harassment report."

You feel your eyes fill with tears. But you push the hurt away, and let the anger well up in your chest. "I should have known you use my age against me eventually, treat me like a fucking sexual predator."

Wanda rolls her eyes, already turning away, but you continue to shout at her back. "It's okay when it's an older man who fucks you, then? You bloody hypocrite!"

She turns around angrily, and is yelling back, "That's none of your business! You broke up with me! You left me like we were nothing! Like I was nothing!"

"I-"

"No, fuck you!" She cut in, stepping forward to push you by the shoulders. You didn't even resist feeling your face wet with tears, both of anger and sadness. "I trusted you! We made promises, and you walked away! How could you do that?"

Wanda was no longer screaming, she was crying. You swallowed dryly, shaking your head. "Wanda I-"

"I can't do this, Y/N." She cuts off again with a sob. "You have to stop it. I can't move on if you won't let me. Please, I... I need to forget about you."

You sobbed, and tried to touch her, but Wanda pulled away immediately, hugging her own body. "Please, if I ever meant anything to you, just stop. I'm getting married, I've found someone who wants to do it with me. I won't survive if you keep drowning me."

You let the tears flow, but nod with your head.

It's enough for her. Wanda leaves at the same speed as she arrived.

You don't show up to work that day.

//--//

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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Helloooo love ur ficsss😌🤌can u maybe do one of the reader noticing Bakugou, Todoroki, kirishima, Sero, and Deku get boners because of the reader✨

a/n: hiiii!!! thank you <3 of course!! this is such a great request bye- i love this

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

headcanon: them getting a boner because of their s/o

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, boners, handjobs, lusting over u cuz the boys are simps <3, one mention of the reader wearing a skirt uniform/having boobs

nsfw under the cut!!

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katsuki bakugou

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You’re third years now. You’re older, mature, and you’ve grown.

Bakugou and you have been together since your first year, but now that your both almost 19, it seems like such a long time ago.

But as you’ve expressed to Bakugou, your third year uniform seem to have gone missing. Whether you’d misplaced it or lost it entirely-it was not in your drawer.

Pulling on the uniform you’d gotten your first year was a struggle. But it miraculously fit. A little more than you’d hope.

While you fit into the skirt, it barely hung past your mid thigh, and the shirt-with the first two buttons undone, had you slightly embarrassed. Hoping to hide it with a tie and your jacket-the only piece to your third year uniform that you’d managed to find-you struggled to find the courage to leave your dorm.

But you did, and you trudged into the class room, holding your back in front of your thighs, praying no one said anything.

You may have received a few teasing comments from your friends, joking about how awful the outfit looked.

But one pair of eyes never left you.

Bakugou’s.

Staring at you as soon as you entered the room, he was gripping the edge of his desk, blood running all the way to his dick.

It felt wrong to see you like this.

Legs exposed, thighs plush and on display for others to see. Your skin was damn near seeping through that shirt.

“Hey Katsu!” You smiled, sitting in your regular seat behind him. But as soon as you’d sat down, he was tugging you through the halls with him to the nearest lockable closet.

Shoving you inside he started to kiss you roughly, running his hands all over you until you glanced down and noticed the tent in his pants.

“Aw did someone get excited over lil ‘ol me?” You teased, running a hand down his chest, slipping it into his pants.

“Look at you. What were you thinkin?” He growled, lurching forward as your hand began to stroke his cock.

“I couldn’t find my uniform!”

“It’s in my dorm dumbass! You slept over Friday.” Bakugou groaned, locking his lips to your neck.

“Oh yeah, I did.” You giggle. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself at all, he was a mess.

With your hand working at his cock, he was bound to cum in his pants at this point.

But then your hand left, leaving him high and dry at his highest.

“Hey-”

“Stop being so horny.” You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Meet me in my dorm later.” You winked, leaving him to deal with himself after that.

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shoto todoroki

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Seeing you in his home made him smile. He was a pretty simple guy. You’d moved in with him after graduating from U.A. since his house was huge.

Perhaps warning you for something else

Okay so anyway, just seeing you lounge around his house in his clothes. Maybe you’re trying to get on at more agencies, or doing some work studies with pros, just seeing you sit on the couch talking to Fuyumi in his U.A. grad sweater and a pair of comfy sweat shorts makes him smile.

But when he comes home from either working, or perhaps cleaning up after dinner and sees you lounging in his bed in just one of his shirts he’s rushing to lock the door to his room behind him.

“Hey Sho-”

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands running up your legs as he hovers over you.

You can feel his boner press against your thigh as he trails his kisses down your neck.

You’re smiling as you reach your hands up to touch your boyfriend, slipping them into his pants.

“I love you.” Shoto whispers as you begin to stroke his cock, a few whimpers rolling off his tongue as he hunches over you, your fingers teasing the tip of his dick.

He’s biting your shoulder trying to stay quiet as you jerk him off, and you know he’s close by the way he twitches in the palm of your hand and whines in your ear.

“What got you all excited?” You tease, slowing your movements to prolong his pleasure.

“Y-you.” He mutters, embarrassed. You smile and kiss his cheek, allowing him to finish in his boxers. He’s staring at you with teary eyes as you pull out your hand and lick off his spend from your fingers.

“Should I spend the night in your room tonight then?”

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eijiro kirishima

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You’re living together after U.A.

Between having friends over and work, he tries to keep up spending time with you too.

But sometimes he gets carried away.

He can’t help but dream of you at work, usually when he’s stuck doing paperwork or something dull.

His mind drifts to you, in his clothes, or completely naked.

So of course when you walk into his office completely unannounced in something sexy, he’s straining himself as his cock struggles in his tight pants.

“Hey Kiri!” You smile, holding a lunch wrapped in a shade of crimson similar to his hair.

“H-hey beautiful!” He’s biting his bottom lip as he stares at you. It’s hard to focus after the daydream he’s just had about fucking you, and now you’re standing in his office wearing something so-

“You forgot your lunch at home hun.” You say sweetly as you walk over and place it on his desk. He’s trying to scoot up further but you catch a glance of his excitement before he can hide it.

You can’t really place when the last time you actually had sex was, you’d both been so busy.

Standing behind him and leaning an arm down to free his cock from his pants, you place a few kisses on his ear down to his cheek.

“Are you free tonight?” You ask quietly as you begin to stroke his cock. Kirishima’s mouth hangs open as he grips the edge of his desk, nodding feverishly.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He mumbles, your fingers gliding over the head of his cock. You smile and shake your head.

“I can tell. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” You give him a few more strokes before pulling your hand away, moving to kiss him tenderly on the lips.

He whines as you pull away. He kisses back with a passion, wishing he could just take you over his desk.

“Wear the red one.” He calls to you as head toward the door.

“And thank you for the lunch.” He smiles.

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hanta sero

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Ah Sero, Sero, Sero.

This man gets hard at like simple things-KSFSKFK

It’s not a bad thing by no means, like

He just loves you it’s so sweet.

But particularly, during a movie night, you’re cuddled up on him, laying on his chest as he rubs your back.

You’re not wearing any pants, just underwear and one of his silly little graphic tees.

Your legs are warm, your head is on his chest. He’s foaming at the mouth because all he has to do is glance down your back and he can see your ass.

It makes him harder than a rock.

You can feel him get hard, but you decided to tease him.

Shifting just to tease his cock as it prods at your legs, he’s only wearing some boxers and a tee shirt too.

But he knows you know when you whimper as his cock ruts against you.

You’re sitting up and resting on his hips as you trail a hand down to his boxers, pulling his cock out as you begin to jerk him off.

You’re not even batting an eye as you continue to watch the movie, your boyfriend moaning underneath you as he palms at your hips, maybe reaching them up to tease your nipples or moving them down to squeeze your ass.

He’s cumming in a matter of minutes as you smile and glance down at him, feeling his spend run down your hand.

“So horny.” You tease, leaning down to kiss him as he grins.

“Only for you.” He responds.

He��s hard again when he watches you lick his cum off of your hand, and he’s ready for round two. This time it’s your turn.

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izuku midoriya

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Deku is quite easy to fluster, but he usually knows when to be serious if he’s in let’s say a public setting.

However, if there’s a lockable room he may not be as serious.

He’ll probably get hard in a similar way to Sero-that sounded weird i-

I MEAN LIKE the situation. please

You’re laying in bed listening to him talk about hero stuff or maybe about something he learned.

You’re laying on him, in one of his baggy shirts with nothing on underneath. In your defense you were getting ready to shower.

He pulled you onto the bed and tried to say on topic, but with you just looking so innocent as you lay on your stomach, your bare ass on display for him to glance at as he tells his stories, he’s turning red and fumbling with his words as his cock begins to strain against his shorts.

It’s so easy to tell he’s horny. He’s suddenly embarrassed to talk about things, or he finds it hard to maintain eye contact.

You sit up and can’t help but notice the tent in his shorts. It’s hard to not miss.

“Izu, are you okay?” You ask innocently as you position yourself between his legs, running your hands up his thighs until you can hook your fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

“I-I I’m great! What are you-”

His breath is stolen as you begin to stroke his cock in your hand, bringing your lips forward to kiss the head teasingly.

He’s gripping the sheets as you jerk him off, toying with him as you call him horny and naughty.

“I love you.” He mumbles in between moans and whimpers. You reply with an I love you before he cums, making a mess all over his shorts and your hand.

“You should come shower with me.” You wink, pulling him off of the bed as you guide him to the bathroom.

“Yeah!” He smiles, his heart swelling a little more because of you.

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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A Redemption Earned Ch 8

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, mentions of past angst.

Heather had spent her Sunday afternoon tidying up around the house, cleaning any leftover dust and grime left from the movers who’d brought the last of the things from the mansion over that weekend. She’d been focused on getting the firm up and running to her standards first, figuring that a professional appearance was more important than her home for the time being. It served as a place to eat and sleep, occasionally work from when she didn’t want to be at the office any longer. After making sure she had her work bag packed, she prepped a couple of easy meals for lunches, and left a folder on the kitchen island to go over before going to bed that night.

She was relatively fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy robe, skincare routine done, staring at her closet trying to figure out what to wear when the phone rang. She answered it without really thinking or checking who was calling, figuring at the odd time it was probably work.

“Dunbar?”

“Hey.” Your voice rang through the receiver and she couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her cheeks, “it’s me.”

“Didn’t expect to hear from you.” She replied, flicking through items in her closet.

“I hate to start like this… but how mad would you be if I bailed on tonight?” She could hear the dejected tone in your voice and her smile fell to a frown.

“Did something come up?”

“Not exactly. It’s my own doing really. I just left a pile of homework marking to the last minute and completely forgot about it until I got home, which was about five minutes ago.”

“Oh… okay. Well, we could reschedule…” She offered, hoping the disappointment wasn’t evident in her voice.

“I really do want to see you again, and it won’t take me too long to finish it, but it’s been a fucking day, and I would rather jump off a cliff than actually go out tonight. I just want sweatpants and a glass of wine, you feel me?” You gave a huff of a laugh and Heather chuckled, relief flowing through her that you weren’t making up excuses.

“Oh I do.” She paused, pulling out comfy clothes from her closet, tossing them onto her bed, “a night in can do wonders. Hey… if you’re up for it, why don’t you come here? I could cook us dinner?”

“Really?”

“Of course.” She let out a small laugh, “and there is no dress code required. Sweatpants fully encouraged.”

“God you really are a lifesaver, you know that?” you smiled into the phone, “text me your address? I’ve got to shower quick, probably be over in like, thirty?”

“Perfect.”

Heather almost missed the sound of your knock over the playlist echoing through the main level of the house, pausing only to turn the burner down before answering the door.

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile, the two of you stepping closer together, lips brushing against the other’s cheeks quickly.

“Make yourself at home.” Heather replied, making sure the door was properly shut behind you, crossing back through the living room to the kitchen. After stepping out of your shoes and hanging your sweater on one of the hooks you followed her, settling at the kitchen island with the bag of papers.

“It smells great.”

“Barely started.” She replied with a grin, glancing over her shoulder she caught you rubbing a hand over your face, letting out a small yawn, “god kitten you look exhausted.” You felt your cheeks heat at the use of a pet name, that certainly woke you up quick.

“That is also my own doing.” You laughed, “I got roped into a very late facetime to a friend’s birthday over in Tokyo. I was up basically until dawn, not ideal above the age of twenty three.”

“Oh god.”

“Yeah.” You huffed, “would not recommend. Coffee could barely save me today, can’t believe I left marking to the last minute.”

“Anything I can help with?” She asked, leaning against the island beside you and you simply smiled up at her, “basic multiplication, I think I can handle it. Thank you though.” You reached out, squeezing gently at her hand and she hummed happily in response, resisting the urge to drop a kiss to your head. Instead she simply smiled at the sight of you making yourself at home in her kitchen while she turned back to the stove.

You glanced up from the first paper, softening at the image of Heather at the stove, checking on the chicken briefly before loading it up into a baking tray and putting it in the oven. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she found solace in the kitchen, she was very at peace in the moment, happy little smile on her face while she added a few other ingredients to the pan the chicken had been in. You couldn’t help but wonder what a life of living with Heather would be like, how domestic she was and how much of it flowed to other aspects of her home life.

Instead, you gave a little shake of the head, turning back to the task in front of you while Heather continued cooking. A brief pause to offer you a glass of wine that you accepted, clinking your glass with hers before taking a sip. Just as you had said, the marking really didn’t take that long, and you were packing the sheets back into your bag as she was pulling the chicken out of the oven to rest a moment. You moved from the island, putting your bag back over by the door, and crossing back through the kitchen to quickly wash your hands, not sure on how many gross little eight year old germs were all over the papers.

“Here.” Heather suddenly turned to you, a spoon lifted up in front of her toward you, “enough garlic or no?” Her voice was softer when she asked and you easily accepted the spoon of risotto into your mouth, letting out a soft groan at the flavour.

“It’s perfect.” You murmured, your tongue darting out to snag a leftover drop from your lip as Heather placed the spoon down on the counter. Your head tilted for a moment, taking in the expression on her face, “what?”

“I… really want to kiss you right now.”

“So do it….”

The slight smirk on your cheeks along with your murmured words were all it took for Heather to step forward, her fingers gliding over your cheek until they came to rest just behind your ear, gently pulling you to her. With only a step you closed the space between you, your lips brushing against each other hesitantly at first. As your arms wound their way around her waist Heather’s confidence shifted, her lips moving against yours with grace. You could feel your entire body nearly tingling, your breath catching in your throat at the feel of her tongue gliding across your lips and you eagerly accepted it.

Despite all her former hesitation and worry, Heather had absolutely no issues in this moment, feeling the warmth of your body against hers, the weight of your hands on her hips, the delicate way your tongue danced with hers. She let out a soft sigh into the kiss, one that you swallowed down in the same breath, the hand cupping your head tangled into your hair, securing you against her.

She was certain that if it wasn’t for the stove timer going off you would’ve been a mess of tangled limbs on the couch with strewn about clothes in only a few matter of minutes. Once her lips had met yours the desire and need had surged through her like wildfire and part of her didn’t want to stop. She only pulled away a fraction of an inch, her lips hovering over yours until the blaring of the timer was getting beyond annoying and she swiftly turned to silence it.

You were thankful for the moment to calm down, turning back to the island and taking another sip of your wine, trying to regain your composure as you turned back to Heather. She was pulling down plates from the cupboard, starting to serve the food, though she quickly glanced over her shoulder to you, a smile on her cheeks and you giggled.

“Shame we waited a week to do that.” You commented and she laughed, stepping back to you, her finger curling under your chin before she stole another kiss.

“Plenty of time to catch up.” She smiled and you felt your cheeks heat yet again, “did you want to eat outside?” She gestured to the back patio doors and you nodded, wanting to hold onto as much of the spring sunshine as you could.

Heather truly did live up to her boasting about being good in the kitchen, a dinner of goat cheese stuffed chicken, roasted asparagus, and the promised lobster risotto. There was only a moment of slight awkwardness before the conversation was flowing easily again, Heather laughing heartily at the stories you told, mainly of the kids in your class. Though you noticed she had a soft spot for your stories of travelling and living overseas, often watching you with a smile on her face, a gleam in her eyes that made you think she hadn’t been out of the country very often, if ever.

The dishes got left in the sink for later, and your desire to soak up the evening air took over any other need, heading across the street to a cute little park. You linked your arm in Heather’s, once again noticing the way she tensed for a moment before relaxing into the embrace. The stroll was more than enjoyable, indulging into little anecdotes, Heather’s cheeks flushing at the near dreamy look in your eyes when she went off on a tangent about the law or constitution. You only made the call to head back to the house when you let out a little shiver in the cooling air, Heather wrapping an arm around you, scolding you in a teasing manner about not having a sweater.

“Can I offer you another glass of wine?” Her voice called from the kitchen as you settled on the couch, flicking through a couple of streaming apps as she’d suggested, “or something stronger?”

“Stronger?” You called back with a laugh.

“I’ve got a bottle of scotch from when we opened the firm, was thinking about saving it for a special occasion.” She popped around the semi concealed corner, a smile on her cheeks as she presented the bottle.

“I don’t think I’ve ever indulged in scotch… but I trust your recommendations.” She let out a chuckle, “and I do think tonight’s a bit of a special occasion.”

“Agreed.” She smiled warmly, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment. You laughed at the fact that she brought both the bottle, her glass with just the amber liquid in it, a twin glass and one with ice, a bottle of water, and a glass of juice.

“What?”

“Scotch isn’t for everyone.” She explained, “I suggest you take at least a cube of ice with it, let it chill for a bit and if it’s still to much, add some water. If it’s disgusting, drink some juice and I’ll grab you a refill of wine instead.”

“Okay..” You laughed, taking the glass of liquor from her as she dropped an ice cube into it, “well… cheers to new things.” With a warm smile you clinked glasses, a warmth spreading through you when she leaned in right as you did to steal a kiss before she took a sip, watching cautiously as you did the same.

“Thoughts?”

“Good.” You replied with a laugh, “though I think your warning had me thinking it was going to taste like gasoline or something.” She laughed at that, her hand coming to squeeze at your wrist, “you clearly know what you’re talking about.”

Heather simply hummed in response, smiling over at you as she glanced back to the tv, commenting on what you’d selected. In turn you actually flipped through a couple of shows, asking if she’d seen any, briefly explaining the storylines of the ones that were easier to watch random episodes until you settled on one you both agreed on. Her arm was over the back of the couch and you took the opportunity to lightly sink into it, gently resting closer to her. Her hand wrapped around your shoulder, lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. A few moments later your hand slid up her thigh, resting there, giving it a gentle squeeze and you frowned over the way she nearly jumped before relaxing at the sensation.

An episode passed, a little bit of small talk or comments occurring as it did so, Heather refilling your drinks as time went on. You began to get a little more distracted, your attention wavering from the screen as the episode moved on, you surveyed Heather for a moment, watching the way she held herself. The near guarded vibes her body language was giving off before your hand gently squeezed at her thigh, gaining her attention.

“Hey…can…can I ask you something?” You began cautiously, “and I get it if this is completely none of my business or something you don’t want to talk about I just… am… curious, I guess?”

Heather felt her chest tighten, the sudden anxiety shooting through her, she’d known this had to have been coming, but was still internally freaking out, trying to calm herself down as she turned to you.

“About what?”

“You said your divorce was messy?”

“Disastrous.” She replied, shifting forward to take a heavy swig of liquor.

“I… please don’t hate me for this, but part of my job is literally to be aware of behaviour, body language and actions, and I have a terrible habit of projecting that onto all aspects of my life.”

“What do you mean?” She raised a curious brow in your direction, her heart still hammering in her chest as she tried to maintain composure.

“Well… you’re freshly back in the city, trying to repair relationships, you don’t talk about your ex that much, and… your house is pretty bare of anything familial.” You sucked back a breath, trying to calm yourself to approach this in the best manner, “and… you don’t seem to like physical contact that much? Or at least, it kinda makes you nervous… I guess, what I’m trying to get at is… did your ex…. Did he hurt you?”

Heather let out a heavy breath of a sigh, doing her best to not let out too much of a laugh, but glanced up at you with the lingering smile still on her cheeks.

“No, never in a million years. Rob couldn’t even hurt a fly, and I mean that, the man’s the literal definition of what Becca calls a ‘golden retriever husband’.”

“Oh thank god.” You murmured, letting out a sigh as you sucked back a sip of scotch, “I jumped to conclusions I guess.”

“No, no…” she grabbed at your hand, squeezing it softly, “it’s a good thing you have that gut instinct. Probably helps a lot of people.”

“Thanks.” You ducked your gaze, your cheeks heating before you glanced back up, waiting a moment before you spoke again, “may I ask.. what did happen?”

This time Heather let out a heavy breath, her gaze avoiding yours as she sucked back a mouthful of scotch, she knew there was no way to avoid the truth, that you were going to find out eventually, and it was better to hear from her.

“Rob was the perfect husband…” She started, her gaze still across the room, “he really was wonderful, and honestly, we were high school sweethearts, we’ll always love each other in some sense.” This time she risked a glance up at you and you nodded encouragingly, pulling a sigh from her, worried about what her admission would make you do, “the divorce was one hundred percent my fault. I cheated.” She paused again to search your face for your reaction, though you remained un-phased, “multiple times, over years. Once he found out about it and the extent, he filed for divorce.” You simply squeezed at her hand, urging her to go on, “about a month later I left Washington, it probably would have been earlier if we hadn’t been dealing with Jordan’s funeral.”

“I’m sorry.” You nearly whispered, “about Jordan.”

“Thank you.” She cast you a warm smile, feeling a little calmer that you hadn’t moved your hand from hers yet, “when everything went down… I burnt a lot of bridges… hell I burnt them all. I destroyed everything I had left here. Thankfully I was referred to a couple of wonderful therapists, who I’ve been seeing ever since, and I’ve been working on myself, on everything because I do know what I did was wrong.”

“That’s good.” You smiled across at her and her heart nearly skipped a beat. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you being open with me.”

“I don’t want to keep secrets anymore.” She admitted, ducking her gaze quickly before meeting your eye again, “and… I get it if this makes you change your mind on the direction things are going. If you’d rather just remain friends, that’s fine. I know a lot of people stand by the ��once a cheater, always a cheater’ mentality.”

“Well… I stand by the mentality that everyone deserves a second chance.” You shifted forward, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, “you can’t scare me away that easily.” With that you let out a soft sigh, leaving the conversation up to her as you nestled into her shoulder, letting out a happy hum as her arm wrapped around you, her lips leaving a gentle kiss at the top of your head.

She let out a content sigh, the jitters leaving her body at the feeling of you nuzzling closer and deeper into her embrace. She knew there was a hell of a lot to unpack, to let you in on, and that there was a high chance that you’d stand your ground and walk away later on, but for now, she had you, in her arms and said you weren’t going anywhere. Though it didn’t take very long for the concern to settle back in, only a full episode later that she spoke again, her worry taking over her brain,

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” She asked and you lifted your head from her shoulder, raising a brow, “you’re not just saying this now to not make things awkward?”

“Well…” you paused, shifting on the couch so you were cross legged facing her, “we don’t have to jump into anything. We can casually date for a bit, and if something more suited comes along for either of us, we’ll be open and communicate with each other. It’s not like we’re sitting her vowing ‘til death due us part right now.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She chuckled and you leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“But if we do decide that we’re best suited for each other, I am strictly monogamous. And don’t take this badly, but if you were to step out on me, I would not be sticking around.”

“Which is completely understandable, and believe me, I have no plans or intentions of repeating past bad behaviour.”

“Good.” You smiled and were about to nuzzle back into her arm when your phone went off, “shit.” You silenced the alarm, “jesus…. I need to be up at five thirty, I really need to get going.”

“That early, really?” Heather questioned, rising from the couch and following you through the house as you gathered your things.

“I like to workout in the mornings before I realize what I’m doing.” You laughed, “and lord knows I won’t do it after work.” You slipped into your coat, letting out a small sigh, “thank you for everything. Tonight was really nice.”

“Agreed. I had a great time.”

“Next weekend on me?” You suggested, “you pick the place?”

“Sounds like a date.” Heather smiled, humming as you stepped together for a soft kiss, this one lingering a little longer than the stolen ones. “Get home safe.”

“I will. Night.”

Heather watched you down the walk, making sure you got into your car before she shut the door. She let out a large sigh of relief, one stone unturned and you were still around. She could only hope that everything else wouldn’t scare you away when it eventually did come up.

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christowhore · 3 years ago

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Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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Pregnancy scare with the Batboys?

These all happen at different times in their lives. Dick at 24, Jason 26, and Tim 20 because I feel like that’s the ages they’d like have this.

Warning: it’s gotta little bit of everything. Fluff, smut, convenience story robbery, blood, one little crude sex joke.

Dick

“I stopped at the store and got everything we need before the store comes in. Even got those pad tampon things you use,” Dick said waving the box proudly. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the box.

“And what prompted that?” You asked, eyes narrowed.

“A coupon deal on them,” Dick answered and you laughed.

“That makes more sense. Let me put these up and I’ll cook dinner,” you said, walking to the bathroom.

“Nope! I’m cooking,” Dick said happily.

“Okay,” you said planning to help him anyways.

You walked in the bathroom to put the box in your usual drawer only to find it full. When was the last time you needed one? You did the math and realized that it’s been almost 2 months. With your university schedule being crazy and Dick got hurt a few weeks ago, you’d forgotten all about your period.

You skin chilled at the thought. What if you were- what if you were pregnant? You were too young. You were 24 but it felt too young. You were only dating. You hadn’t gotten to the kids talk yet.

“Hey babe, where is the- what’s wrong?” Dick asked from the doorway. He looked at the package in your hand and the matching one in the drawer with confusion.

“Uh, I missed my period last month,” you said and his eyes widened. “I completely forgot.”

“Oh.”

He looked at you frozen. “Wait- are you saying you might be...”

“Maybe,” you answered. “We gotta get tests and everything. And stress can mess it up. And we’ve been using protection every time.”

“Yeah. I’ll run to the store, okay?” He said before hurrying out the door. You sat on the toilet with the box still in hand. What if you were pregnant? Dick was a good guy but he didn’t exactly have a ton of money. He was a part time gymnastics teacher. You were in college.

“Okay I got 4,” Dick said, back in record time. He gave you the bag and watched you.

“Dick?”

“Hu?”

“Get out of the bathroom.”

“Oh right,” he said, leaving and shutting the door. You could hear him pacing as you took the tests. You unlocked the door as you waited for the tests to finish. A neat little row of absolute terror on the side of the bathtub.

“Are they done?” Dick asked anxiously.

“No. We wait two minutes,” you said almost hollowly with stress and he nodded roughly.

“If you are... I’ll be here. I’ll be here for whatever you decide. No matter your choice,” Dick said holding your hands. You gulped.

“Yeah. Thanks. I can’t believe I forgot,” you said with a little laugh. He hugged your shoulders.

“Things have been crazy,” Dick said with a shrug. Your phone alarm went off and you quickly looked at all of the tests. Negative. You both relaxed. You sighed in relief.

“That would have been crazy,” you said with a laugh. Dick laughed a little too. “I am not ready to be a mom.”

“Yeah. Same. I’d need a better job and a better place. Not that there’s anything wrong with our apartment but it’s too small for a baby,” Dick rambled on. He stopped when he noticed your little grin. “You know, I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you.”

You didn’t answer but pulled him in for a kiss that Dick eagerly returned before finally pulling away because you were in the bathroom surrounded by used pregnancy tests and boxes of menstrual products.

“I’ll clean up while you get dinner started. Yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dick said with a kiss to your cheek.

Jason

You’d been thinking about it for a few days with a sense of denial. Your period was late. And you were mentally freaking out. You were too young. I mean, you were 26 but it felt too young! Your relationship was too new! You had been dating for 2 years but it felt too fast!

You hurried down to a corner store that you didn’t normally visit near your apartment to grab some tests. You jumped a little when the bell on the door rang as another customer entered the store. You had been too worried and stressed about picking from the 7 different types of pregnancy tests. Were they all the same or totally different? You just wanted to know ‘baby or naw.’ You grabbed three and put them in a hand basket.

“PUT your hands up where we can see them,” a man yelled and you froze before looking up, your hands above your head, basket on your wrist. “Take off any jewelry and pull out your wallets. We’ll be taking those,” a man in a ski mask said. There were a total of 12 customers and 2 shop clerks.

You carefully pulled your crossbody bag off your shoulder and held it out. A man grabbed it roughly from you and you made a tiny noise that made him smile. He looked you over and you wanted to shrink away.

There was a loud crashing noise as the side glass was broken and a man with a pair of guns blazing stood in the middle. The bright red helmet let you know that it was Jason and you almost sagged in relief. Almost. He pointed the gun at both criminals and shot at their knees. The rubber bullets hit them both in the knees and they fell before you could even move. He quickly punched them both in the head and they lost consciousness. Jason roughly tied them up by the register and everyone started to leave the building quickly while grabbing their things.

Jason grabbed you and pulled you from the building and up to the roof, basket still on your wrist. He rolled his helmet off and looked you over.

“Are you alright?” He asked holding your face in his hands. You grasped his wrists.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He looked you over before his eyes fell to the basket. Jason froze as he looked at the contents. A candy bar and 3 pregnancy tests.

“Are you? Why do you have these?” He asked, looking at your face quickly. You sat the basket down.

“Maybe,” you answered quietly. His mouth opened a little as if you speak but he didn’t. “I mean, I’m late.”

“Okay. Alright,” he said nodding. “We just need to test first. God, you were almost shot and you might be pregnant.”

He pulled you tightly in his arms until the armor pressed against you. Jason’s lips pressed against the side of your head. For one of the first times, he looked scared.

Back at your apartment, you could hear Jason pacing as you took the test. You unlocked the door and he came in, staring at them. Neither one of you spoke before the results came in. Negative. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I would have been there for you. No matter what. But I’m glad that it’s negative. We should plan this stuff, you know? My job... it’s too dangerous,” Jason said carefully.

“I know. We can’t,” you said with a dry smile.

“I’d quit. If you were. So that you and the baby would be safe,” he said and you quickly looked at him.

“You shouldn’t have to,” you said.

“But I would.”

Tim

Tim’s hands were tight on your hips as he thrust in your from behind and you couldn’t stop making little noises. God, were you always this tight? He could barely control himself and the second you clamped around him in pleasure, Tim came as well. Both of you panted as he roughly and slowly thrust through your highs. Tim pushed in deeply before stopping to catch his breath and then pulling out.

“Fuck,” he said in a terrified voice. You turned to look at him confused. “The condom came off.”

Your eyes widened at the implication. “Did you- did you finish inside?” You asked as cold panic flooded your body. You were only using condoms at this point in time.

“Yeah. Definitely,” he said, looking down and in literally any other situation he would have loved the sight before him. His cum leaked out of you and Tim winced.

After a few minutes of trying to finally get the useless condom out, you were almost in full freak out. You were only 20. You couldn’t get pregnant!

“I’ll get plan B. Unless you don’t want it,” Tim said looking at you.

“Good idea. We definitely need that,” you said nodding. “But you can’t go to the store and buy plan B. Timothy Drake-Wayne buys plan B. Playboy like his father Bruce Wayne? I could just see the headline. I’ll go.”

“Smart,” he said. You quickly took a shower and threw on clothes before running down to a pharmacy. Your heart pounded as you asked the pharmacist for a plan B but she simply gave you a box that you paid for. You took the pill before even leaving the store and threw away the evidence as if someone cared what you did.

That night you had some nausea and cramping but were fine otherwise. Tim was extra nice in the next few weeks as you both waited to see if your period would ever come. He put in effort to see you more often and stay off his phone when you were together. Finally you woke up one morning with cramps where actually pleasantly happy to see that you had finally started to bleed. That didn’t happen often.

You told Tim who sagged in relief. He didn’t even know how much tension he held in his body before releasing it. He kissed your cheek and you laughed a little.

“Never buying that brand of condoms again,” he swore.

“I’m making an appointment to get birth control,” you said and he quickly turned to you.

“Really? No more condoms?” Tim said hopefully.

“It’ll take a little while to start working but yeah,” you said with a little smile. “Then I can be your Twinkie instead of your toaster strudel,” you laughed.

“Wow. I wish I could time travel to unhear that,” Tim said covering his face with a hand while laughing.

“You know that’s a good joke,” you laughed pushing his shoulder.

“...yeah,” he said with a grin.

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pingutats · 4 years ago

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at last!

it’s the morning after harry proposed, and here you are, in heaven.

warnings: some sexual content, not very graphic.

word count: 2k

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As soon as you start to drift awake, you feel this overwhelming sense of bliss. Like everything is right in the world, properly aligned and in harmony. Your heart feels full, warm like the way a lover would cradle their hands around yours on a chilly winter night.

The thing that pulls you completely from the gentle embrace of sleep into the morning is someone actually grabbing your left hand. Not just someone, but Harry. And, you remember suddenly like a crack of lightning bursting through your sleep-weary skull, he isn’t just Harry, he’s —

“Morning, love,” he murmurs, his voice croaky and slightly slurred from sleep still, as he pulls your hand over to him and slips the ring back onto your fourth finger. “Y’always look so pretty in the morning. ‘Specially today.”

“H,” you whisper back, barely able to form a coherent thought. He’s your fiancé. You blink your eyes open, rubbing at them as you adjust to the weak light streaming through a window. “Oh my god, Harry.”

He’s grinning at you, eyes still half-closed. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the ring. “Oh my god, Y/N,” he repeats back, and you giggle.

You hold your hand up to the light, twisting your wrist so the small, classic diamond sparkles. You’ve seen it before, of course. You’ve known what it looks like for ages. The two of you picked it out together in a store a couple months ago. You’ve spoken about this moment, over and over — sometimes in practical terms to try and plan for your future, sometimes whimsically as you spelled out your wildest dreams to each other — but now it’s here. It’s real.

He was insistent on being the one to propose. You could pick the ring, the wedding venue, write the guest list and choose his outfit and even curate the reception playlist, he offered— as long as he got to propose. You accepted, of course, without the bargaining. You wanted him to do it anyway.

Harry isn’t one for grand gestures. When you first met him, only knowing him as the glamorous rockstar that he performs as when he’s on stage, you had assumed he would be into the massive displays of affection, the lavish gifts and the kind of relationship that no one can tear their eyes away from. But he isn’t really like that.

Harry is a cup of tea set out for you in the morning before you even ask for one. The last segment of the mandarin he was eating, held out for you to take. A hundred kisses to your cheek over the course of a night out, for no particular reason except that he’s tipsy and he loves you. A playlist that he texts to you with a sweet note in the description. Making the bed by himself before you’re done brushing your teeth. Carrying you from the car to the door at three in the morning because your heels are killing you and he’d rather roll around naked on broken glass than see you in any amount of pain at all.

That’s what Harry is. So it made sense that, rather than flying you out to Paris and organising a string quartet to play in the background while he got down on one knee under the Eiffel Tower at night (something you had joked about often), he did it in his own little unassuming way.

You wanted a surprise. That was all you asked. If he was going to ask, he better make it good.

It wasn’t big. It wasn’t grand or especially beautiful. You had been baking together all afternoon: flour all over the place, a small pile of chocolate chips that you’d “accidentally dropped” on the counter and were snacking on, cookies in the oven making the kitchen smell all warm and cosy. The echoes of your laughs and playful banter still lingered in the room. An Etta James album was playing in the background — Harry’s choice, of course. You were bending in front of the oven to check on the cookies.

“They’re looking good, H,” you said, gazing at them.

“Y/N,” he said from behind you.

“I think we’ve got a perfect batch on our hands.” You straightened up, reaching over to swipe a couple more chocolate chips from the shrinking pile. “Better than last time, those were all hard and —”

“Darling,” he said, a bit more firmly.

“Yeah?” You turned around, sucking on the chocolate, and froze.

There was Harry, on one knee on the kitchen floor, holding a little box and smiling gently up at you.

“Hi,” was all you managed to breathe out, once you regained the ability to move.

“Hello,” he said, smile growing. He cleared his throat. “I love you so much, you know?”

“Harry, you’ve got flour on your nose.”

“Do I?” He was grinning widely now, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he tried not to laugh. “I’ll fix that later, love, got something more important to do right now.”

“Okay.” Your voice was shaking slightly.

He chuckled, and then took a deep breath to steady himself. “Y/N. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You make my days better, every day. Most gorgeous, funniest, kindest, sweetest girl I ever met. You’re so fucking amazing — sorry, I shouldn’t swear. Probably ruins the moment.”

“It doesn’t,” you said quickly. You could feel tears threatening to prickle at your eyes. “Keep going.”

“Nothing’s going to stop me, angel,” he promised. He set his face, playing at being very somber. “I really need to ask you something.”

You bit your lip through a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause every day I wake up and hug you and I think to myself that I never want to let go of you. Ever.”

You nodded, unable to speak for fear that you would just collapse from how unbelievably sweet he is.

“Y/N,” he said, finally. He took a deep breath and pulled open the lid of the little box, and there was your ring. His smile returned to his face again, bright and dimpled and so Harry you nearly starting sobbing right there. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You were saying it before he even finished his sentence. “Yes, yes, yes, yes—” and you kept saying it until he was back on his feet and had swept you up in the tightest hug, pulling you into his chest and spinning both of you around.

You clutched at the front of his fuzzy sweater and pulled him into a kiss that made the world feel like it was shifting. Because it had. Everything had changed now. It felt like the two of you had taken the world and cracked it open like a walnut, finding a completely new kind of life inside. A kind of life where you both completely, irrevocably, belonged to each other.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he rubbed his flour-covered nose over yours, then pecked another kiss on your cheek. “Got flour all over you, love.”

“Best go take a shower, then,” you said to him, grinning.

He raised his eyebrows, that mischievous glint in his eye that you so adored appearing. “Yeah? Okay, whatever my beautiful fiancee wants.” He let you take his hand and start to pull him toward the bathroom, before he suddenly jerked you back, making you stumble into his chest. “Shit,” he murmured. “Give me your hand, darling.”

“Oh.” You held out your left hand, and gently he slid the ring onto your finger.

He looked up at you, eyes shining. “Can’t believe I nearly forgot the most important part.”

“Me too. Silly goose.”

He snorted, and you leaned forward to kiss him again. He held his hands to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. He was warm, his embrace firm, his mouth gentle. Tasting him, the sweetness of the cookie dough he had been stealing out of the bowl, the vanilla of the lip balm he used — you could have lived in that kiss forever. Any kiss, really. You weren’t picky when it came to Harry. But he pulled back, and ran his hands down to the back of your thighs.

“Jump, darling,” he whispered, and he pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist, your arms looped behind his neck. He pressed his lips to yours again, then carried you to the bathroom, your giggles echoing through the house.

He got on his knees for you again in the shower — “Wanna treat my fiancee like a proper gentleman” — with your leg thrown over his shoulder, your hand with the ring in his hair, your head thrown back against the tiled wall. He was always good (outstanding in the field, you would joke) but somehow today he was better. Like he was trying to tell you something just by the way he licked up your folds and sucked on your sensitive little bud until you were shaking and your hand tightened in his hair in a way that was surely painful. Like he was trying to show you just how much he loved you, as if everything else wasn’t already enough.

Later, you opened up the expensive bottle of champagne you’d been saving and split it over the takeout he had ordered over the phone in a rush while your hands were slowly creeping down his bare chest and playing with the waistband of the sweatpants he had thrown on after the shower. You ate outside. It was a pleasant night and as stars started to dust over the sky, you were sure they were shining just a little bit brighter.

And when you finally made it into bed, he was immediately over you, his arms snaking underneath you and hugging you to his chest while he thrust into you, deep and passionate. He had his head buried in your neck, his moans vibrating into your skin and you knew he was feeling more than just the physical. It was beyond that for both of you. Treasure this moment, you kept thinking. Keep this day safe forever.

You came together. As he got close, his steady rhythm starting to falter, he grabbed your left hand and pushed it down into the mattress, so you could feel the ring pressing into your skin. That was what sent the both of you over the edge.

Sleep came easily, your limbs still tangled together, your ring lying on the bedside table because you were scared to sleep with it. Harry must have fallen asleep after you — as you dozed off, you could hear the rustling of his pillow as he kept turning his head to look at the ring glinting in the full moon’s light coming through the window. His strong arm wrapped around you, holding you close, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

“I’m so fucking happy,” he says now, in the morning, quietly, breaking the silence that had descended over you. He says it like it could be the last sentence he ever speaks. A neat epilogue.

You look at him, your arm still raised in the air between you. His eyes are trained on the diamond, and you could swear his eyes are sparkling just as much as the jewel is. He blinks, and glances back to you. “So, so fucking happy.”

“Me too,” you tell him. You let your hand drop, finding his and intertwining your fingers. “Love being engaged.” The word rolls off your tongue easily, and that was thrilling. You’re engaged. “’S better than I imagined. Better than anything else, ever.”

“Mm,” he hums, running his thumb over the ring, and then along the empty space of your finger just below it. “I think it just keeps getting better from here, love.”

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hope you enjoyed!! i wrote this in barely two hours around midnight (obviously with at last by etta james playing in the background) because i just had to get this concept onto a page. it’s only been very lightly edited so if there were mistakes or it was structured messily ........ sorry. but i am just so in love with these very domestic, un-grandiose proposals because the important thing is the love between the two rather than the big displays... yeah. anyway hope you liked and if you want to send me a request or just chat, my askbox is very much open!!!

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oitommothetease · 3 years ago

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Invisible String (9/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2k words

You weren't a morning person, hell, you weren’t even a person in the morning. Therefore, when you woke up to two kids playing with your hair and jumping on your bed, you wanted to strangle them or shove them on the floor. But again, you loved those little demons so you just groaned loudly, clearly irritated and you decided to keep your eyes closed, hoping that your ignorance will make them leave you alone. You squeezed your eyes shut and didn't open them until you heard a familiar voice chuckling.

“Carol told me you aren't a morning person, but this-” James didn't finish his sentence, his lips breaking into a cheeky grin, and as much annoyed as you were at his teasing, you kind of thought he looked gorgeous. Who looked so gorgeous this early in the morning? A smile made its way to your face and you instantly wiped it off, feigning offense.

“Carol? You're already on a first-name basis with my sister?”

“Aw, don't worry, doll. I'm just trying to be friendly with your family or should I say my future family as your mother reminded me ten minutes ago,” he pestered, moving towards you to hand you the cup of coffee in his hand. Bucky winked teasingly when you accepted it, and you mumbled a ‘thank you’.

That pet name made your stomach do some somersaults and you didn't trust yourself enough to speak. It's not like the first time he called you ‘doll’, in fact, he had been calling you that the moment you started fake dating. But it was something about the way he said it as if the word was made for you and nobody could say that word unless it wasn't voiced by him for you. He didn't notice the flush in your eyes and even if he did, he didn't mention it.

“That’s it. You’re done hanging out with my family,” you articulated, “You are officially infected.”

“Don’t be like that, doll. Come on, breakfast’s ready.”

At the age of 18, when you were finally a college girl, you decided that breakfast was a myth created by Satan. When you lived with your parents, the breakfast consisted of extravagant food like pancakes, waffles and fruits. Once you moved away for college, your breakfast shifted to coffee and maybe a toast if you had the time before your first lecture. And the second you were independent, coffee became your boyfriend, keeping you up at night and also, your best friend, keeping you up in the morning without dozing off in classes.

So, sitting again at a dining table with your family and fake boyfriend/boss was very awkward, to say the least. But of course, your sister had the magical ability where she took an awkward silence and converted it into an uncomfortable conversation.

“We hope we didn't wake you up last night. Nick and I tend to get loud sometimes,” Carol joked and you coughed, choking on your food, and James laughed awkwardly.

James' hand instinctively came to your back, running calming circles with his palm and you shot a deathly glare to your sister.

“Oh, we know all about that,” James teased, bringing your chair closer to him. Your eyes widened and you whipped your head towards him so quickly that your neck hurt. What was he saying? This man, your boyfriend, fake boyfriend was a completely different person than your boss (not that you were complaining). He was funny, charming, he made you feel comfortable and something else you weren’t ready to point out just yet.

You could see yourself falling for a man like James. No, he is your boss and sort of criminal. Get your shit together, you told yourself.

After the very awkward breakfast, thanks to Carol. Your mother told you to show James around town and you would have said no but that meant you’d have to stay at home with your family, which was worse. So when James accepted your offer to go to your favorite burger place nearby, you were relieved.

“This burger is amazing, but nothing compared to Barry’s,” James stated.

You nodded your head, chewing the remnant of food in your mouth properly before speaking, “Nothing compares to Sally and her food.”

You liked being with James, everything about him made you want this, the real thing with him, not the whole faux boyfriend play. You wanted him and you were sure that he didn’t. One look at him was sufficient for anyone to know how handsome he was, and how oblivious he was to the waitress ogling him. He didn’t spare her a glance, he was probably used to the attention that he stopped caring about it. Of course, if you weren't overthinking at the moment, you would have noticed that he didn't care about anyone else - well, except you.

“The waitress was totally checking you out,” you informed James. You were very jealous, but you wouldn't stop your crush on your boss to stop him from living his life. He had already sacrificed a lot for you, you didn't want to cock-block him on top of that.

“No, she wasn’t,” he huffed, looking at you for any sign that this conversation displeased you the way it did him.

“I swear she was,” you said, “You should ask her out. She’s cute.”

“No, I’m taken.”

“But you’re not taken, James. This isn’t real,” you retorted and it hurt you so much to say. Sometimes you wished you could be a selfish bitch but you couldn’t do that to James. He deserves someone who would cherish and love him, not give him a faux relationship. “You should ask her out.”

“Do you want me to?” James asked, his voice was laced with desperation that you couldn't understand. Why would he care about your opinion?

Bucky hoped that you would say no, he needed a sign to know that you wanted him too. His tone was despondent because he was hoping that this could be more. He really wanted it to be. But when you said yes, everything came shattering down for him. You didn’t want him and God, he was so frustrated that he could cry. What sick game was the universe playing with him? He felt like a rat stuck in a cage with cheese right outside, in front of him. Even though he was so close to you, you were still out of his reach.

“You know what?,” he pondered, “Now that I think about it maybe I should ask her out?”

“Like right now?” you questioned, taken aback by his sudden and unexpected change in demeanor.

“Yeah!” he cheered enthusiastically, “No time like the present, right? You can get home by yourself?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, already walking back towards the restaurant, and you murmured a ‘yeah’ which he didn’t even notice because he was already jogging towards the burger place.

When you reached home alone, tears welled up in your eyes, and you ran up to the bathroom to avoid stumbling upon your family. Maybe you shouldn't have pushed him, maybe if you didn’t then he wouldn’t have pursued the waitress. He wouldn’t have gone if you didn’t shove him towards the cute waitress. Why were you such a good person?

Your thoughts were brought to a halt with frantic knocks on the door. Instantly, you wiped your eyes and opened up the door to be met with your sister’s kids. Izzy and Alex didn’t give you any time before getting a hold of your hand and rushing you outside to help them set up the trampoline.

Your family was already out there, and you hoped your face didn’t say, ’I've been crying in the bathroom.’ Your sister and her husband were seated on a blanket which was spread out on the grass, sipping wine, and your parents were admiring their grandchildren.

“Auntie Y/N!” Alex exclaimed and Izzy added, “Help us fix the trampoline please.”

You agreed because those two were the only people in the world that considered you their friend without asking for anything in return. Moreover, it was a good distraction, if you stayed in a room thinking about James, then you would probably lose your sanity. So, once you started setting up the trampoline for the kids, it became somewhat fun, and you almost forgot all about James, and how he must be talking to that girl and how that girl must be flirting with him. You hoped he didn’t call her doll, you knew you were being unreasonable and immature, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Izzy and Alex made their way towards their parents and whispered something about you being so in love with James that his absence made you angry.

You ignored them and the way your sister smiled, you were so focused on fitting the trampoline spring that you did not realize someone was standing behind you until two strong hands came around you, taking the spring from your hand and attaching it to the corner.

You knew it was James, no one would touch your hand so gently, any other man would have snatched the spring from your hold and mansplained it’s process to you. But James wasn’t doing that, he wanted to be near you, to have your attention fully that is why he took the spring from you. He didn’t undermine you. No, he desired you to notice him, the guy who has been trying all weekend to get you to like him. He wanted you to see Bucky, not your boss, James.

You could feel his head looming over your shoulder, you dared to crane your neck in his direction to find him already looking at you with a smile on his face. You were so dazed in his eyes that you didn’t notice that he was wearing a white shirt instead of the one he wore in the morning. You did not notice that he didn’t leave you to get the waitress’s number, instead he got a customized shirt that read 'I heart Y/N'. You only noticed him.

Furthermore, you didn’t care about anything else at the moment, just him. Bucky eyed your lips longer than he should have and leaned a bit towards you; a question. You answered his question by closing the distance between you and crashing your lips with his. His hands engulfed around your waist, flushing your back against his chest and he kissed you feverishly.

The kids were right.

You were in love, and that love was reciprocated by the man who was holding you like you were his archer and kissing you like you were the source of his last breath. But both of you were too unaware to realize that the other felt the same way.

Everyone could see that, your mother looked over at your father and your sister looked at her husband, smiling, reminiscing the way they fell in love just like you and Bucky. The kids looked at you both with hope, aspiring to have a love like that in their future, the kind they saw in movies and in the couples around them.

What you didn't realize was that there was one other set of eyes watching you from a car in the distance. Rumlow finally found his rival's vulnerability, and he was going to do everything in his power to exploit and eventually kill Bucky’s weakness, his love, you.

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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please write a whole smut with bestfriend's dad!harry

Such A Tease

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I’m sorry it’s a bit late again! But your wishes are my command. This is the first official installment of my new ‘Sneaking Around’ series. The structure of this is just like ‘A Series Of Firsts’, series of ‘random’ blurbs that are all connected. This one will have a little bit more interconnection though. Anyways, it’s a filthyy introduction to some characters🤪...Enjoy🙃

You were never one to sneak around. Nor were you one to be into older men. At least, that was the case until you met Harry. You knew that you shouldn’t have been lusting a man that was substantially older than you, let alone a man who was the father of your best friend. It’s just that neither you nor Harry could help yourselves.

You and Christine were both in your second year of college when you two met and became instant friends. It didn’t take long for you two to become really close and rock solid in your friendship. Once midterms rolled around, the two of you two were inseparable. And the fact that the two of you were from the same place, and lived there all the way up until you both left for college (which wasn’t that far away) solidified the friendship even more. The two of you even joked that the universe really wanted you guys to be friends.

But after meeting Harry though, you were starting to think that the universe had other plans.

She had invited you join her to have dinner at her dads. After knocking down the lame excuse of not wanting to intrude on their father daughter time, she was able to finally convince you to tag along with her. What was the harm in having dinner at her dads house? That was what ran through your mind as you said yes to her. You were expecting to have a nice dinner with her dad, and give him an introduction to the girl who’s been hanging around his daughter. That’s it and nothing more.

To be completely frank and honest, you were expecting to find a middle aged (or close to it) man, who was about average in looks and built, and nice. The only thing you got right was the middle aged and nice part. The rest was the complete opposite of your expectations. When the front door opened, you could’ve sworn that you were met with a god. He was the literal epitome of god loves some of us more than others. You couldn’t believe that he was dad. And even though he was your best friends father, his name followed up by the categorization of dilf was going down in your book. Let’s just say that from the moment you stepped foot into his home, you were salivating; and it wasn’t because of the food. As the time passed, you were paying attention to every word that left his mouth; and every muscle that he involuntarily flexed as he finished getting dinner ready. You even made sure to say little so that he could talk to you more. To make matters worse, Harry was one of the nicest and kindest human beings on the planet. Which meant that your thoughts ranged from him ravishing you to walking down an aisle with him at the end of it. You were a complete mess.

While you were kicking yourself for lusting after your best friends dad (dilf), Harry was doing the same. Harry was kicking himself left and right for lusting after a young woman who was not only young enough to be his daughter, but who was in fact the best friend of his daughter, and therefore a woman he could never have. From the moment he opened the front door, Harry was gone. It was like you were the opposite end of the magnet that was pulling him towards you. Ever since he and Christines mother divorced years ago, Harry had dated and slept with a good (and very healthy) amount of women. In all of that time, he’d never felt the same feeling he got from simply looking at you. He’d gotten close to it a couple times, but he’d never experienced the jolts of electricity that were firing throughout his entire body and the swelling of his heart as he looked and talked to you at this capacity before.

These feelings weren’t the only feelings you and Harry had in common though. The both of you were also hoping and praying that Christine didn’t have to go to the bathroom and leave you two alone together. But that’s exactly what happened.

“M’gonna run upstairs to the bathroom real quick and you two can talk some more. Just no embarrassing stories from when I was a kid.” She announces as she excuses herself from the table, making sure to clearly direct the last part to her father, causing you to let out a small laugh that was filled with nervousness. You were not only nervous at the thought of being left alone with her father, you were nervous at the thought of being alone with the hottest and nicest man in the world; who just so happened to be your best friends dad. After Harry “surrenders” to her request, she leaves you both in the dining room and heads upstairs.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.” You whisper to him from across the table once you two are completely alone.

“And I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.” Harry counters simply, dropping his fork and lifting his head to put the entirety of his attention onto you.

“Well you should stop.” You whisper back, looking up from your plate to find Harry’s piercing green eyes staring right back at you.

“And you should do the same.” Harry replies, as slight smirk rising up onto his face in the process; queuing the floodgates between your legs to burst wide open. What makes the gates fall off their hinges is when you feel his sock clad foot rub up against your ankle. Since Harry was a bit older than you, he could easily read into all of your reactions and body language, allowing him to know exactly what buttons to press and how to press them. “Do you mind helping me clear the table Y/n?” He asks abruptly, flipping the topic of conversation from your attraction to each other to the dishes so that you could cool off a bit. He could see how flustered you were by him in that moment so he wanted to give you a little break.

“I don’t mind Mr. Styles.” You promptly whisper back to him. You were so grateful that the previous conversation was over. He then gives you a little nod and the both of you rise up from the table to collect the nearly empty plates and dishes before bringing them into the kitchen. The two of you then stack them on the counter by the sink before turning to go back into the dining room to collect the rest. Before you could take a good five steps, you’re being pulled back, turned around, and pinned against the kitchen counter. Harry has a hand on your waist and the other is softly nudging your chin up so that you could look at him. And before you know it, after looking into your eyes for confirmation, Harry is lowering his mouth down onto yours. This is what you both had been wanting all night long. You knew that from the outside, his lips were a pretty shade of pink (which is the same shade of pink that may or not paint the head of his cock; you were dying to find out) and they were pillow soft. That was the one of the few things you got right all night long. When his lips met yours, they were the softest and most inviting lips you’d ever felt in your entire life. And the way he was pressed up against you as he kissed you was the best. He was pressed tightly pressed against you and your hands were wound in his hair as your lips moved against each others. The thoughts of how wrong this was were blown out of your minds as soon as your lips touched. As you two continued to kiss, you and Harry began to subtly (not so subtly in actuality) rut against each other. Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long. Your kiss, movements, moans and touches were brought to an abrupt and quick halt when the both of you hear the footsteps leading down the stairs. The both of you quickly move into less compromising positions and focus in on gathering and washing the dishes.

Once the dinner is finally over and it’s time for you and Christine to head back home, Harry gives her a big hug and kiss to the cheek and you a more friendly hug to (not be too obvious) and the two of you are on your way. As you two are heading back home, you reach into your coat pockets in search of your phone. As you’re feeling around, you stumble across a small piece of paper. When you pull it out, you try your best to look at it without turning on the light. The only things you can see are an H, a couple numbers, and a semicolon next to a single parenthesis to form a winking face. You were a little bit on the sad side (inside of course; Christine couldn’t find out about anything) because you weren’t leaving with Harry’s number. You already knew that you were going to break into Christines phone to get it, but you were hoping to get it from Harry himself. So knowing that he went out of his way to make sure you had it was really nice.

And from that night on, the rest was history.

You were constantly covering up bruises on your thighs and neck, and taking aspirin to numb the throbbing and sore feeling between your legs from the way Harry relentlessly (and deliciously) pounded his cock into you. You weren’t trying to hide your sex life from Christine. You wanted to share, and tell her about the amazing (if there was even a word to describe it) sex you were having but you couldn’t. And for reasons that were and are beyond understandable. The last thing you were going to tell your best friend is that you were getting dicked down by her father. Or that you were in love with him. That was a completely different story though.

At first, the thought of getting caught terrified you. And only you. Harry was a little scared since his daughter was involved in the grand scheme of things, but his fear was nothing in comparison to yours. In fact, he instigated every situation that heightened the possibility of you two getting caught. One time, he tasked Christine with running to the grocery store to pick something he forgot. It took him less than 30 seconds after you two were completely alone for him to drop what he was doing and pull your pants down. It also took him less than 30 seconds to pull both of you guys’ pants up when he heard her car pulling up into the driveway. As the time went on though, you began to become more comfortable and willing to take risks here and there. You and Harry would always try to sneak some time in whenever you were visiting with Christine. And whenever you and Harry both had some alone or downtime, you’d drive to Harry’s on your own so that you two could spend some time together. Now even though the sex was beyond amazing, you guys’ relationship as a whole grew. The two of you were pretty much in a full fledged relationship (except for the disclosure part of course) and you both were very happy.

Fast forward about six months and everything was beyond perfect. You and Harry’s relationship was great and you two were in your own secret bubble of love and sex. And your best friend/ Harry’s daughter was completely oblivious to it all. Everything was perfect. You and Christine had just finished your sophomore year of college and the two of you were now spending time with your families. You’d been staying with your family for a little and she was doing the same with Harry. After about a week of not seeing each other (you not seeing Christine…and you not seeing Harry) your felt that it was time for some quality time. And believe it or not, Harry and Christine were on the same page. You’d received two text messages, one from Harry and the other from Christine, begging you to come over. Hers had more of a ‘I miss my best friend vibe’ and Harry’s had more of a ‘I miss your pussy and cuddles’ vibe. So you figured that it was time to pay them both a little visit. Christine also mentioned that you should stay over for the weekend. So packed a little bag and you made sure to pack everything you’d need. Some tight and short clothes, no panties (well maybe just one pair since Harry liked ripping them off of you), two pairs of pajamas, and some toiletries. Once you were dressed and packed for the weekend, you hop into your car and you’re on your way to Harry’s home.

Once you arrive, you knock on the door and you’re immediately engulfed in an almost bone crushing hug from your best friend. After a good minuet, you’re finally released from her arms and able to breathe again. She pulls you into the house and as she does, you see Harry rounding the corner into the living room. As soon as you see him, you’re a mess all over again.

“Hey Mr. Styles.” You smile “innocently” to him, giving him a small wave to help your little act out a bit.

“You know you can call me Harry right?” Harry replies with a smirk as he makes his way over to the couch. As he says this, all the times you were screaming his name (and daddy) as he pounded into you. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. He couldn’t wait until you two were able to get some alone time.

“Me and my dad were just about to watch a movie and you’re gonna watch it with us.” She interjects, dragging you over to the free couch.

“Is it the notebook again? Because if it is, then we may need to have an intervention.” You joke, dropping your bag onto the floor and plopping yourself down onto the couch.

“Don’t blame me! He’s the one who got me hooked on it!” Christine replies, pointing her finger in Harry’s direction.

“I would’ve never thought that you were into these types of movies.” You ponder, turning your head towards Harry as you kick your shoes off. That was a big fat lie. You knew that Harry was the sappiest man in the world. Whenever you guys weren’t running the risk of getting caught, after sex, the two of you would cuddle and watch a romcom or romance/drama movie.

“What can I say? I like a good romance.” Harry shrugs, sending you a soft smile. He too was thinking back the romcoms and cuddles you two shared.

“Well lets get it started!” Christine interjects excitedly, pulling both you and Harry from your little moment, and grabbing the remote from the table. You pull the blanket from the back of the couch and throw it over the two of you while she starts the movie.

After about an hour, you were a little restless. You loved spending time with your best friend and you wanted to continue watching the movie with her, but you needed a little break. And the idea you had for this little break may or may not have included Harry.

“I’m gonna take a little trip to the ladies room.” You whisper to Christine as you pull the blanket off of you. When you stand up from the couch, Harry’s eyes leave the tv screen as you walk away. Instead of going straight upstairs, you stand behind the couch you were just sitting on with Christine and you begin “phase one” of your little break.

Instead of just going upstairs and mouthing to him to come with you, you decide to tease him a bit. Get him worked up so that he’d be running to you. While his attention is still on you, you decide to just go for it and lift up your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to him. In an instant, Harry’s eyes widen and his cock stirs in his pants. He couldn’t believe what you were doing. He thought he was the one who was doing the absolute most to live on the edge, but what you were doing right now tied you both for the top spot of the wilder one in the relationship. He constantly makes sure that Christine’s eyes are clued to the tv screen and he’s not being too obvious when it came to being distracted while he took in your teasing. He watched as you squeezed your breasts and tweaked your nipples. You decided to do this for a minuet or two before lifting your skirt a little to give him a peek and ultimately tiptoeing upstairs. This left Harry’s cock completely hard, and his mind completely scrambled as he tried to figure out a plausible reason to step away. After about five minuets, he comes up with a good enough reason to step away and meet you.

“Have t’make a phone call for work. I’ll be right upstairs.” He announces to Christine as he stands from his seat.

“Alright. But can you tell Y/n to hurry up, she’s gonna miss the best parts.” She asks, diverting his attention

“Maybe she’s handling something.” Harry replies, alluding to the possibility of you getting your period. All she does is shrug in response to him, prompting Harry to dash upstairs. As soon as he reaches the top of the stairs, he makes a b-line to the bathroom. Where you were waiting with your panties around your ankles. When he pushes the door open, he’s met with you standing at the counter looking into the mirror. Without saying a single word to you, Harry steps into the bathroom. He closes and locks the door before standing right behind you.

“What’s wrong daddy? Did I make you hard?” You ask sweetly, diverting your attention from your reflection to him.

“Did I say that you could speak?” Harry whispers calmly, lifting his foot to kick your legs apart. “You’re playing a very dangerous game. I’m leaning towards the thought that you want to get caught.” Harry continues, gripping onto your hips and yanking you back so that you fall against the counter and your backside is closer to him.

“Maybe.” You hum, moving your hips a little in his grasp.

“Oh really?” Harry questions, flipping up the bottom of your skirt. “Well now’s the perfect time to see if you want to get caught little girl.” Harry continues on, sending a sharp swat to your ass to make sure that you know who’s in control of this situation. “You could either lay there and moan, whimper, and cry like you do when were all by ourselves, or you could lay there and take it quietly like the good girl you’re supposed to be.” Harry offers, removing a hand from one of your hips shoving down his sweatpants and boxers down all at once. “Your choice.” He whispers finally before lining his cock up with your sopping wet entrance and slowly pushing into you. “Such a tight little hole f’me.” Harry moans as he continues to push into you.

“So big.” You whisper as you feel his cock stretching and filling you. It felt so good to have him inside you again. Once he’s fully inside and you can feel him in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust to his size before slightly pulling out of you, just to slam back in. He then continuously slams into you over and over again, grunting and moaning lowly behind you. His cock was constantly pushing at the deepest part of you. He was going so hard that you could feel his balls slapping against your clit over and over again.

“This what you wanted babygirl? Wanted me t’fuck you hard while your best friend is downstairs waiting for you?” He pants, continuing to fuck into you. He missed being inside you. He missed the feeling of your spongy, warm, and wet walls around his cock as he gave you everything he had. And he couldn’t wait to spend the entirety of the following week with you. He’d be able to be inside of you 24/7. That’s where he always wanted to be.

“Oh my-“ you gasp, feeling his cock dig into your sweet spot. His cock was so good. That was all you could say. The way he masterfully maneuvered his cock in and out of you. He knew exactly how to move and slam into you and make you go numb. He was slamming into you so hard that you could guarantee that your thighs would be sore and bruised. But again, it felt so good. As he continues, Harry yanks you up, keeping the same hard and fast pace from slamming his cock into you.

“Look at yourself baby.” He whispers into your ear, pushing his hand up your tight shirt to cup your breasts in his hands. “A cock crazed little girl getting pounded by daddy. A pretty, moaning, and crying little mess.” Harry chuckles cynically, looking into the mirror to see your worn out yet pleasured face and your watery eyes. He can hear your moans as you get closer and closer to your release. He wraps his thumbs and forefingers around your perky nipples before bending you both down onto the counter. “Feel your walls squeezin’ me baby. Wanna cum for daddy?” Harry pants behind you, feeling his release nearing as well.

“Please daddy.” You whimper. That was all you could say. Your release was coming at full speed and it wasn’t going to slow down. It was hot and tight in the pit of your stomach and you were going to explode.

“Cum with daddy baby.” He groans once more, sending one final, sharp and power filled thrust into you, pinning his cock right against your sweet spot.

At that moment, the both of you let go. Your bottom lip was completely raw at this point, you were trying so hard to hold back your moans the entire time and it was getting harder and harder. It felt so good to cum around him, and to feel him cumming inside of you. You were more than welcoming to the warm and sticky cum painting your walls. As Harry came, he was on the verge of collapse. He was finally emptying himself into you. He let go of everything he had and it was like your walls were milking him for more from the way you were convulsing around him. You were pulsating as you came.

Once you two are done, he pulls out of you and does his pants back up, leaving you slumped over on the counter. Before leaving, the plucks open the mirrored medicine cabinet in front of him and pulls out a bottle of aspirin. He sits it on the counter next to your limp body and just stands behind you to admire the sight. “Might wanna take one, don’t want you to be too sore. Wanna pound into you some more later on.” Harry says nonchalantly. He then brings his hand down to your exposed, sore, and a tiny bit swollen pussy to gather some of his sticky cum that was dripping out. “Might wanna put those panties back on too, don’t want any of m’cum leakin’ out. Want you to be nice and full of it once I empty more of it into you later sweetheart.” Harry continues before bringing his cum covered fingertip to his mouth. He then leans down to press a kiss to the exposed skin of your neck and unlocks the bathroom door to walk out, leaving you alone to try your best to put yourself back together.

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Writing Prompt AU: Childhood Best Friends to Lovers

PART 6: Age 18

“California is pretty far away,” Percy says softly into the night as Annabeth lays on the rooftop by his side. He hears her shift so that she can look at him, and he mirrors her, looking at his reflection in her pale eyes.

“2914.9 miles,” she answers.

“You really had to choose the farthest college from me didn’t you?”

Annabeth snorts and shakes her head.

“Yes Percy, I chose it purely because it’s the furthest from you in particular.” He pouts and pushes himself up on an elbow so he can look down at her.

“Why are you leaving me?”

“I’m not just leaving you Perce, I’m leaving everyone else as well. My Dad, my brothers, Thals, Grover...not just you.” Her face shifts and he sees sadness replace her joking smirk.

“Yeah but I’m special...I’m your favourite.” Percy is half-joking but he wishes with all his heart that the first part of his sentence is true, that he is in fact special to Annabeth. Special in the same way that Annabeth is special to him.

“Don’t let Thals hear that,” Annabeth says, rolling her eyes but Percy leans in closer, poking her repeatedly until she’s laughing.

“You’re only saying that because it’s true.”

“Shut up.” Percy notices how she doesn’t deny it and it brings a smile to his face.

“I’m going to miss you.” His heart gives an uncomfortable squeeze as his voice softens and his smile drops. Annabeth gives him a sad look and pokes his chest trying to get him to look at her properly.

“Don’t get all sappy on me now Seaweed Brain, we’ve still got summer.”

“And then you leave and forget me, and find a cool Perry Johnson to be your new best friend.” He says and dramatically throws his head back, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead like he’s about to faint.

Annabeth groans and pushes him away so he falls back on the blanket they’ve laid out. The other two aren’t due to arrive for another hour, but Percy has been spending so much time at Annabeth’s house already, that it made no sense to go back to his last night, so he stayed over and helped set up the apartment rooftop for their sleepover under the stars.

He thinks they’ve done a pretty good job for the two of them, there’s an array of pillows, blankets and sheets all over the floor, and plenty of snacks to last them through the night. A couple of years ago, way back when they were younger, Mr Chase set up fairy lights along the edge of the roof, so they’re not in complete darkness, not that New York can ever be truly dark. The lights illuminate Annabeth’s features as Percy turns his head to her, she looks like a goddess and Percy swallows deeply when she returns his stare.

“What are you looking at?”

Percy shrugs and sits up so he can rearrange snacks that don’t need rearranging to hide his blush at being caught.

“Oh, I nearly forgot! Can you sign this, you never did?” Annabeth says changing the subject and tugs on his arm so he can come back and sit with her.

He looks at her confused until she brings out her yearbook. Their school emblem shines on the front cover, and she places it in his lap, pressing herself to his side, so she can flip the pages, looking for an empty space to write. On the back, there’s an entire blank page and she smooths the paper down and hands him a marker.

“All yours.” She says and watches him expectantly.

“Are you going to watch me write in it?” He twirls the pen uneasily and rubs the back of his neck, slightly uncomfortable under her intense gaze.

Annabeth huffs. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Can you?” He asks half-jokingly.

“You’re such an idiot. Fine. I’ll go check if there’s anything we forgot downstairs. Do you want anything?” He grins as she shakes her head, pretending to be annoyed.

“Anything blue.”

“Of course,” she mutters and gets up, using his shoulder to steady herself. He leans into the touch and tries to ignore the way his body misses her warmth when she leaves.

When she leaves Percy flips back to the front, reliving their senior year, one page at a time. He skips past the photos of the people in his grade and goes straight to the events. It starts with homecoming, and there’s a photo of Percy, Annabeth, Grover and Thalia all dressed in black suits. Percy smiles fondly at the close-up photo of Thalia and Annabeth posing together, in matching suits and corsets. Since Thalia broke up with Luke, she’s reintegrated back into the group with no issue, and it’s like she never left.

He turns the page, skipping through the other homecoming photos, and pauses at the one of him and Annabeth. It’s a candid, and even though he’s already seen it, his heart still stutters, because in the photo she’s fixing his hair in the photo right before the official photos like she always does, and Percy can’t help but think about how much they look like a couple.

He keeps turning through the pages, trying to find more photos of their group. They’re not a very social group, preferring to hang out with each other than go to school events, but they’re at all the major ones.

There are small snippets of them at the football games, student fairs and pep rallies, it’s not till the end where there are photos that focus more on students not part of clubs that he sees more pictures of his friends.

There’s one of them all laying on their back enjoying the sun looking up at clouds the way they used to when they were kids (completely unaware that someone is taking photos of them). There’s even a photo of Grover with Thalia on his shoulder as she tries to climb a tree with toilet paper in her hand from prank day. The next one is a blurry photo of Percy completely wrapped in toilet paper and chasing Annabeth.

Moments from their senior year have been captured and immortalised in these pages, and Percy’s heart heaves at the thought of leaving this all behind or watching people leave.

Tears start to prick at his eyes as he reaches the graduation and prom photos. There’s a huge shot of his entire grade, a choice of a few students throwing their caps up. In the corner on the page before the prom photos, there's a small snapshot of the four of them, their arms thrown around each other, heads pressed together. He remembers this moment vividly. All of their names are relatively close together in the roll, so as soon as they were announced, he had bolted straight to Grover, who had bolted to Thalia, who had bolted to Annabeth, and they had all ended up screaming and jumping into each other's arms.

He’s going to miss this.

He finally comes to the prom photos, and he’s not surprised when his breath catches in his throat when he sees Annabeth in her prom dress again. It’s a deep blue, the colour of the sky above his head, and it makes his stomach flutter each time he sees it. In the photo, she’s posing with Thalia again, but she’s mid-laugh and Percy would be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favourite photos of her. He has copies of photos from the night on his computer, but the ones taken at the venue are better quality, it’s almost like he’s back there in the moment.

Thalia had come with a date, once again wearing a tight-fitting suit, a girl on her arm and Grover had brought Juniper, his girlfriend. Percy and Annabeth had agreed to go together, just because it was easier.

“Platonically,” he remembers telling Grover. He remembers Grover laughing and shaking his head.

“There is nothing platonic about you two but okay. Have fun, Perce.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Grover had never explained what he meant and it still haunted Percy.

There isn’t a photo of the two of them at prom together, at least not in the yearbook, but he asked for a favour from a friend in the yearbook committee and has the photos that didn’t make it on a USB drive back home. His favourite is his wallpaper, and it’s of him and Annabeth dancing their heads bent close together. It’s not obvious it’s them two but he can recognise her blonde hair anywhere. That’s another moment he holds close, them dancing and swaying to a song they don’t recognise, whispering to each other in the night. He’d almost told her that night. Told her everything, about what he felt, about how he would always feel, but when she let go, he realised that he didn’t want to risk losing what they had. It was too precious to him.

Percy finally reaches the page that Annabeth initially brought him to and he uncaps the pen, tapping the back of it against the page a couple of times trying to think of a message. It’s not an accident that he didn’t write in Annabeth’s yearbook. When they were all doing it, Percy had purposefully avoided her because he knew that what he had to say to her couldn’t be said like this.

He sighs as he begins a doodle instead. A little owl because he knows that they’re her favourite, and a dolphin because they’re his. His mind is still blank at what to write to her, but he knows she’s not going to let him get away with not doing it this time.

He hears footsteps coming up the staircase and he writes the first thing that comes to his mind. The only thing that never leaves his mind when he’s around Annabeth. It’s not a long message so he’s finishing it just as Annabeth sits back down. He slams the book shut and chucks it behind him so that she can’t immediately read it. She notices and raises an eyebrow.

“Read it later. It’s embarrassing,” he says sheepishly. She laughs and hands him a bag of sour blue candy stripes. He tears open the package and starts eating as he hears other footsteps. Grover and Thalia appear in the doorway, holding pillows and even more bags of snacks.

“Let’s get this party started!” Thalia exclaims and drops her stuff unceremoniously on top of Percy, burying him under the wright. Everyone laughs at him as he sputters his way out.

Thalia plugs in some music and Annabeth helps pull Percy to his feet, and they start the feast of snacks. Grover helps Percy set up a projector for their movie and it’s nearing midnight when they finally settle on Disney’s Hercules.

As always Grover falls asleep halfway through the movie, murmuring about how his tummy hurts in his sleep. They take group selfies with him, and Percy grabs the marker next to Annabeth’s yearbook so that he can draw on Grover’s face. He’s holding back giggles with Thalia as they pose next to him and Annabeth takes a photo of them.

He pulls both girls close to him when he falls back and squeezes their shoulders.

“I can’t believe my favourite girls are leaving me to deal with this idiot,” he says and nods to Grover who has started snoring. Thalia scoffs and pushes his face so that he lets go of her. He gives in but doesn’t take his arm off Annabeth, and he swears that Annabeth cuddles just a bit closer to him.

“We’re not dying, Percy, we’re just moving to the West Coast,” Thalia says as she opens a can of coke and Percy briefly remembers how he first met Annabeth and how she had protected him from Nancy. He exchanges a look with her and sees that she’s already smiling at him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“Betrayal. That’s what this is,” he says and squeezes Annabeth’s shoulder again. She threads their hands together and Percy tries not to react and turn to her again.

Thalia catches his eye and smirks at their interlocked hands.

She stands up and brushes her pants.

“I need to go pee, do you two need anything from downstairs?”

They both shake their heads and she nods before carefully stepping over a sleeping Grover and leaves the two of them.

Percy and Annabeth stay like that, leaning on each other, hands interlocked and Percy wishes he could freeze this exact moment.

“Did you write something?” Annabeth asks softly as she pulls away from him, but doesn’t let go of his hand. Percy nods tightly and she smiles as she reaches across from him and grabs the yearbook from their makeshift table. She skips straight to the back and opens to his page. She gave him an entire page to write on, but there’s only one sentence in the middle and two small doodles. She stares at it for a moment, rereading it before she looks up.

“You’re my number one,” Annabeth reads, holding the yearbook open at his page, “What does that mean?”

Percy swallows, suddenly terrified. There’s no time like now to tell her, and he has no real doubts about loving her, but with her unflinching gaze on him like this, it’s hard not to be nervous. He tries not to overthink and takes a deep breath, speaking the truth that he’s kept under wraps for years.

“There’s only one meaning, Wise Girl, what else could it mean?” He says with a shrug and reaches for her hand. She lets him take it. “My Mom once said that people who have a big heart have a lot of love in them to share, but they’ll always have their number one, and that’s you. That’s been you for years, my entire life probably.”

He takes another breath and waits for Annabeth to respond. When she doesn’t he continues, suddenly full of words. “You’re the one for me. The only one that I could ever want. The one I put before everything. You’re my-”

“Do you mean that?” Her face is full of doubt and Percy brings their joined hands up so he can press his lips to the back of her hand.

“Of course,” he breathes, and pulls her closer. He’s barely breathing when she puts the yearbook down for a moment. They stay frozen like that, pressed against each other, foreheads touching and breath mingling.

“I think I was made for loving you,” he whispers and carefully pushes her hair back.

The smile she gives him is one to rival the sun that is going to rise in a few hours.

“If that’s so, then I was made for loving you just as much.”

She kisses him, and he almost forgets his name. He brings his hands up to cup face and bring her closer and she smiles against his lips and-

“Seriously? You two couldn’t wait until after I was asleep. Jeez.”

Annabeth jerks away from him and they both stare at Thalia who is giving them a tired look from the rooftop doorway. Percy can’t help it and starts laughing, shortly after Annabeth joins and falls onto his chest, laughing too hard to keep herself up. Eventually, Thalia sits back down and bites her lip trying not to laugh, but the more she tries to keep it in the funnier it gets.

By then all three of them are laughing so hard their stomach hurts and Grover stirs awake.

“What’s going on?”

“This,” Annabeth says and proudly holds up her hand that is still firmly clasped in Percy’s hand.

Grover blinks sleepily at it and shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

“About freaking time,” he says and lays back down.

Percy and Annabeth look at each other again and he smiles at her before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

“It was worth the wait.”

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expect the unexpected | 21

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“Get ready for bed,” Jin says, pushing Soojin on the forehead with his pointer finger. He was sitting on the couch, leaning back as he finally relaxed. You know, now that you’re home and all.

“But it’s earlyyyy,” Soojin says, leaning on the couch. “I want to watch with you.” She jumps onto the couch, cuddling into Jin’s side.

“No, no,” Jin says, pushing her away. “It’s time for you to go to bed. Daddy has some work to do after you sleep.”

“But you’re watching TV,” Soojin says, pointing to the screen in front of them. Avengers: End Game was playing. Jin sighs, getting up and picking her up from the couch.

“Bedtime~” Jin says, walking to her room.

“You used to let me stay with you to watch,” she pouts. “Now all you say is no.” Jin sighs yet again. I guess this is what he gets for always giving her what she wants huh?

“I know, but daddy has stuff to do tonight. We can watch tomorrow okay?” he says. “Look, mommy’s reading Haneul and Minseok a story.” He says as he was about to pass Haneul’s room.

“Hi,” you say, smiling up at your husband and daughter. “Wanna join us?”

“Why are we sleeping early tonight,” Soojin says with a big frown. “It’s Saturday!”

“Because it’s been a long week for all of us,” you say. “Now come sit here and join us for a bedtime story.” Jin drops Soojin on the bed next to Haneul, making them bounce.

“I want a story with the wolves.” Soojin says, she taps on her chin, “I forgot the name.”

“Mommy is talking about Cinderella,” Minseok tells her. “Haneul picked tonight.”

“Isn’t there a wolf in Cinderella?” Jin says, sitting down behind his kids.

“No,” you and Minseok say at the same time.

“I’m sure there is,” he says, winking at you. Just go along with it.

“No a different one,” Soojin whines, turning to Jin then to you.

“Twilight?” Jin asks. You give Jin a look. “They haven’t heard of that one yet huh?”

“No and--”

“Well this girl went to a new school and falls in love with a vampire, but she finds out one of her friend is a wolf--”

“How does she not know he’s a wolf,” Minseok asks, interrupting his dad.

“He looks like a normal person, but he turns into a wolf.”

“Oh,” Minseok says, very intrigued with the story. Soojin seemed to be interested too. Haneul was listening, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth hanging open.

“Okay anyways, the girl’s name is Bella and she falls in love with Edward, who is a vampire. She doesn’t know this until later on and she was even begging him to make her a vampire because she was so in lo--”

“Jin we should change the story,” you interrupt. “The wolf fairytale you were asking about was Little Red Ridinghood right? Or Three Little Pigs?” You ask, looking at Soojin.

“I want to keep listening to daddy’s story,” she says, turning to Jin. You glare at your husband.

“Change it,” you mouth at him. Twilight wasn’t age appropriate for them.

“Okay well,” Jin says, catching what you were getting at. “Bella and Edward dated all throughout High School like mommy and daddy and then they fought bad guys together with super powers. At the end, they have a baby and live together forever and ever. Because they’re vampires and they don’t die, you know?” Technically he didn’t lie, he just skipped the parts where Jacob (the wolf friend) hates Edward and is in love with Bella and tries to keep them apart, and also like Bella dying because of the baby that was killing her from the inside out. Edward having to bite her everywhere in an attempt to save her. And Jacob falling in love with the baby? “Also vampires glow in the sun like they’re bedazzled with white rhinestones,” Jin adds.

“I want to be sparkly like that,” Soojin giggles.

“Maybe next time,” Jin says. He ruffled her hair, making her laugh.

“Okay, I think it’s time for bed right?” you say, bringing the attention back to bed.

“I want to finish Cinderella,” Haneul tells you. “You didn’t finish..” It was true, Soojin did kind of interrupt you in the middle of your story.

“Okay where were we?”

“Cinderella met the prince,” Minseok says.

“Oh yeah! So Cinderella and the prince, Prince Charming--”

“They danced together all night and then Cinderella was like ‘Oops, bedtime. I have to get ready for bed’,” Jin says. He even did Cinderella’s voice. “And the prince said ‘Okay! Good night, I’ll text you in the morning’ but then when Cinderella ran off, the prince realized he didn’t give her his phone number so he said ‘WAIT!’ but it was too late. Cinderella got home and she decided to eat an apple before bed and she ended up feeling sick. This is why uncle JK always says, ‘night apple is poison apple.’ This made her fall asleep for days. Until one day, the prince found a tower in the middle of the woods and so he rode his magic carpet up that tower. He walked inside and found Cinderella. The prince thought she looked so pretty that he placed a kiss on her lips and she woke up and they lived happily ever after, the end.”

You stared at Jin with furrowed brows, and so did Minseok and Haneul. Soojin scratched her head. You’ve told them the story before and they also have watched the movie. They knew how it went.

“Did you just mix up Cinderella with Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Aladdin, and Rapunzel?”

“It’s a story to teach kids that you should already be at home way before bed time and also eating apples late at night is bad for your stomach,” Jin argued.

“Sure,” Soojin says, a yawn escaping her mouth a little afterwards.

“Aha! You are sleepy!” Jin laughs, pointing at his daughter. She glares up at him. “Come on, bed time,” Jin says, picking her up. “Say night night to mommy and your brothers.” He carries her in front of Haneul to give him a kiss, and Minseok too. Then towards you.

“Good night my princess,” you say, giving her a kiss.

“I’m just going to take a quick shower,” you say.

Now that all the kids were tucked in bed, Jin was going to do some paperwork in his office.

“I’ll be in my office,” Jin says, grabbing his laptop from his bed as you were going into the bathroom.

“Okay, don’t stay up too late. I miss sleeping in bed with you,” you say. Jin laughs.

“We did that last night?”

“With Haneul in between us,” you scoff.

“Well okay, I won’t stay in too long.”

“Okay, good.” You went ahead and went into the bathroom, ready to take a shower.

Jin went ahead and stepped out of the room, about to head to his office when your phone rang from the living room.

His eyes widened at the loud ring, afraid it was going to wake up the kids.

He immediately ran to the couch, searching for your phone and he found it right under Haneul’s blanket.

Dr. Cha Eun-Seok

It was your doctor, Jin and you have had the same doctor since Minseok was born. Safe to say he’s basically a family friend now.

Jin answers the call.

“Hello Mrs. Kim, I know it’s late, but I’m just calling again for your second appointment next Friday,” he says. Jin furrows his brows, tilting his head to the side.

“This is Jin actually--”

“Oh! Jin-ssi,” Dr. Cha laughs. “I thought I called your wife--”

“You did, she’s in the shower right now and her phone was ringing so I went to answer it. Uh, what were you calling about? Second appointment for what?”

“Ah I see. I’m just calling about her second appointment. We were talking about it when she came by yesterday morning. We thought it would be a good idea to bring all the kids to the ultrasound. You know how it works,” he laughs. “She’s about one month along right now, we can have her first ultrasound next Friday and try to hear the heartbeat of the baby. I’m sure Haneul will be amazed eh?”

Jin was confused.

You’re pregnant?

“Yeah,” Jin says, trying to laugh along. “I’m sure he will. I’ll remind her, thank you Dr. Cha.”

“Yeah yeah, no worries. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay,” Jin says, hanging up the phone.

Jin looks down at your phone, looking at your wallpaper. A picture of you two and the kids. He doesn’t move from where he’s standing.

“Hey,” you say, walking down the hallway as you were about to look for your phone that you left in the living room. “You’re not in your office?” You say, seeing Jin standing there. His back was facing you.

“You got a phone call,” he says lowly, turning around and handing you your phone.

“From who?” You say, smiling up at him. You were confused. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a serious expression on his face.

“Dr. Cha.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“D-did you answer it?” You say, not seeing any missed calls on your lock screen.

“Yeah and he said something funny,” Jin says, forcing out a laugh.

“Like what…?” You look up at him with worry in your eyes.

“You're pregnant?” He says, leaning down to your face. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was going to, I--”

“How long did you know?”

“Not too long, I just found out a few days ago.” Jin scoffs, looking away from you.

“Jin, I was going to tell you.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“You were complaining about the kids all week, and saying let’s just stick to three kids,” you say, mocking his voice. “Jin you said maybe to a GOLDFISH. What would you say if I said we were having another kid?”

“BECAUSE IT’S NOT IN THE PLAN YN. We always said THREE. And you know how hard it is with just them three?” Jin says, moving his arm to the side and motioning towards the kids room. “What the hell happened?” He yells.

“Aren’t you the one who said “no matter how hard you plan, the future is uncertain”?” You say. Jin has given advice to his friends countless times before, and you remember most of them. This one being his advice to Bora when she was confused with Taehyung and her ex. “Well we always planned for a big family, three was ideal. But what if four is what completes our family?” You yell back at him.

Jin laughs, crossing his arms across his chest, looking away from your face. You were so close to crying.

“It’s too soon, Haneul’s only three. How did this even happen?”

“And Minseok was two when we had Soojin. And Soojin was around two with Haneul as well. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is, it’s not as easy as it once was Yn. How could you let this happen?”

You scoff. What does he mean by that?

“How could I let this happen? Jin what the heck did we do during our anniversary trip?! WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?”

“YOU’RE ON THE PILL! THEY’RE LIKE 99% EFFECTIVE!” He laughs. “What did you do? Forget to take it? Were you that stupid?” Your mouth drops open when he says that last bit. You let out an annoyed scoff. You can’t believe him.

“I guess I am,” you say. “The day we left, I ran out.” You shake your head. “I was supposed to buy more but so many things happened that day and I couldn’t remember the one thing I was supposed to do. So I guess, yeah. I am stupid.”

“How could you forget that? You take it everyday, wouldn’t you remember--”

“Oh like how you forgot to pick up the kids from school? Yeah, I know you don’t pick them up everyday but you had ONE job Jin. The first day I leave and the house falls apart--”

“EXACTLY. IT’S THREE KIDS AND ME. AND YOU’RE ADDING ONE MORE?”

“JIN YOU ACT LIKE THIS IS A ONE PERSON JOB?” Your eyes were already watering and a few tears have dropped. “I don’t care if you want this kid or not--”

“Oh my gosh,” He rolls his eyes at you. “I DIDN’T SAY--”

“Ah--” You gasp out, holding onto your stomach. Your face contorted in pain as you stumbled back. You felt a shoot of pain on your lower belly.

Jin’s face suddenly softens when he sees you in pain, all anger suddenly leaves his body. He reaches out to you to help but you move from his hand.

“I’m going to go to bed,” you mumble, walking to your room.

Jin stays there, standing in the living room, watching you go while holding onto your stomach. You slam the door behind you, locking it while you’re at it. You didn’t want Jin following you, you just wanted to be alone.

“D..daddy?”

Jin turns his head to the side to see Minseok standing by the kitchen counter.

“Minseok what are you doing up?” He asks in a quiet voice, motioning for him to come to him.

“You and mommy were being loud,” he says. “I woke up when you started screaming and I came out and you and mommy were just yelling at each other.” He walks up to his dad and Jin sits on the couch, pulling him close.

“I’m sorry, do you want me to tuck you in again?” Jin asks, softly smiling up at Minseok and caressing his head.

“It’s okay, but why were you and mommy fighting? You never did that before,” he says, looking back at your closed door.

“It’s between mommy and I,” Jin says, looking at your door as well. “It’s not the first time we fought. We just don’t do it often so you don’t see. Not everyone is perfect.”

“Not even you and mommy?” Minseok asks. Jin shakes his head. His eyes were getting watery as well.

“Go to bed, daddy’s going to do some work in his office.”

“Okay,” Minseok says, walking back to his room. He stops midway, turning to Jin. “Can you sleep with me tonight?” Minseok probably heard you lock the door, knowing Jin might be sleeping on the couch. Jin nods.

“Okay, I’ll go in after. Go ahead and go to bed.”

Jin grabs his laptop that was on the couch and heads to his office. He turns on the light, sighing.

He didn’t plan the next few days that you were back to end up like this. Everything was supposed to be smooth sailing now that you’re back. But like what you said, like what he said before. No matter how hard you plan, the future is uncertain. And he ruined it all tonight.

Jin walks to his desk placing his laptop on top. But something else was there.

A small canvas with a painting of two people. One was way bigger than the other. The bigger one was hugging the smaller one. And on top written in huge characters said,‘I love my daddy’. Signed by Haneul.

This was when Jin lost it, a stream of tears slid down his cheek as he held tightly onto the canvas done by his youngest son.

Everyone sees you and Jin as the perfect couple. Everything is easy with you two. You have the perfect kids, the perfect life, and the perfect relationship.

But what if I tell you that you don’t? For moments like this. Fighting over something that was supposed to be great. Something other’s dreamed they had. What if I told you that raising three kids is hard? Even for you and Jin. You two are the oldest out of all of your friends, you two are whom they go to for advice. For relationship advice, and for kid advice. You two were the “pros” according to them. Nothing you can’t handle.

But to you and Jin, you don’t see it that way. You two had your share of problems just like everyone else. There are things your friends don’t know about you two.

For Jin, he’s insecure about being a father. He has three kids right now, out of all his friends, he was the first to have a kid. Out of all his friends, he’s the only one with more than one kid. You’d think he’d know everything by now right?

Well he doesn’t and he’s still learning and from the past few days alone, he realizes he might not have what it takes, but he’s good enough he thinks.

To everyone’s eyes he’s perfect, even to his kids.

Long story short, he’s scared.

But of what?

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♡ part twenty-one: the perfect couple ♡

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: the way it was cute at first 😐 okay i hope this is angsty enough also LOL i mentioned that the doctor (who is the doctor in dodosolsollalasol) is a family friend bc doctors don’t call that late in the evening, or call? at all? idk i don’t go to the doctors unless im dying

EDIT: hi sorry, i don’t usually use the read more feature because idk it always messes up something and it took out a chunk of dialogue after the cut off haha😀 i edited it now tho so it should be good

EDIT PT2: OKAY THE READ MORE KEEPS CUTTING OFF THE NEXT DIALOGUE WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIX IT SO I JUST HAD TO TAKE IT OFF I APOLOGIZE

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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The Pact - Date #4

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 5.6k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: none, just some of the fluffiest fluff that ever did fluff

a/n: *heavy breathing into a paper bag* EVERYTHING IS FINE, JUST PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS M’KAY

Date #4

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You’ve made it to Friday night without hearing a single thing about your upcoming date. Snuggled up on your couch, watching a rerun of NCIS and wishing that you could invite Hobi over to watch it with you, you hardly notice the sound of your phone pinging. It isn’t until your eyes are flying open at the sudden recollection of falling asleep on this very couch while Namjoon snacked on his McDonalds that you notice your phone pinging for the second time.

“Finally,” you sigh, scrambling to grab it from off the coffee table. As expected, it’s a text from Jungkook. However, the more you reread it, the more confused you grow.

“Check the mailbox?” You wonder aloud, shuffling off the couch and slipping your shoes on. Heading outside to investigate, you notice a suspicious car slowly driving by.

You know that car. And you’re pretty sure you recognize the people inside of it who are desperately trying to hide. You wave at them, laughing when Jungkook raises his hand to wave back only to have it slapped away by Jin, who laughs at the boy who obviously forgot that they were supposed to be hiding.

Stepping up to your mailbox, you eye the hastily sealed envelope before taking it back inside. The boys speed off into the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you rip into the letter.

Not letter, you realize as you slide the slip of paper out.

Boarding pass, with the final destination covered by a slip of dark tape and a firm note begging you not to remove it. And a teasing sentence that has you barking out a laugh.

You like surprises, don’t you?

When there’s a knock on your door, you’re only aware of two things.

1. Your shirt is on backwards.

2. Only one eye is completely open. The other is still half-closed, trying to cling to sleep. You can’t really blame it. You were up until three trying to not freak out, and it’s barely six in the morning now.

“Coming,” you groan out as you attempt to throw your shirt on the correct way. Padding over to the door, you realize that there may be some perks to beginning your date this early in the morning. One obvious point being the fact that you’re too groggy to go through your usual freakout before opening up the door.

When you do open the door, it takes a moment to discern who’s actually on the other side.

Hidden beneath a long coat and black ball cap, Jimin looks at you with a look that rivals your own exhaustion. In fact, the way his puffy eyelids seem to be competing with his bread cheeks has you turning into a giggling mess right there in the doorway.

Jimin winces. “What’s so funny?” He croaks out. You shake your head, impossibly endeared by the boy before you. One of your best friends, the one whose words of encouragement have helped you throughout this entire dating process.

Today, you really feel his words in full force. You deserve to go on some fun dates with your friends. Just enjoy it.

“Are you regretting this yet?” You shoot back. Now Jimin does crack a smile, opening his eyes fully to regard you.

“Ask me again in a few hours.” He sways on your porch, stretching and yawning. “Got everything?”

You hurry back inside, a bit of adrenaline pumping through your system now that you’re actually about to go on this date.

While you’re pretty sure you passed over into ‘wildest dream’ territory approximately three dates ago, you still can’t quite wrap your head around everything.

While you’re running around like a mad-woman trying to gather up your things, you don’t notice Jimin easing inside and quietly closing the door behind him. He watches you with a forgotten smile on his lips, tilting his head back against the door so he doesn’t have to open his eyes all the way.

You’re just double checking that you have your passport and boarding pass when a familiar hand wraps around your arm. Gently turning you around to face him, Jimin still wears his smile as he pulls into his embrace.

Once you’re nestled into him, you let go of all the tension in your shoulders with a great big sigh. Jimin speaks against your hair, the vibrations of his voice running up and down your spine.

“I miss you,” he mumbles.

You can’t help but chuckle, thinking that he’s still too tired to think straight. “But I’m right here…?”

He shakes his head, taking the opportunity to nuzzle in a little closer. “I miss you all the time, though. Even when you’re right in front of me.”

You pull away just enough to see his face. He smiles down at you, almost as though completely unaware of the sad statement he just made. “That’s a sad feeling,” you whisper. There’s nothing for your to do but acknowledge it.

He nods slowly, stepping back and gesturing for you to hand him your bag. “Sometimes, yeah. It’s just the truth.”

And with that, he whisks you away.

It’s been ages since you last traveled so far, but you take advantage of the chartered plane Jimin somehow convinced Bang Sihyuk to let him borrow, and stretch out.

Jimin does the same, bringing the blanket up to his chin while giving you a mock salute mere minutes after the plane took off.

“See you in ten hours,” he says before closing his eyes. You grin, absolutely positive that you won’t be able to sleep at all.

However, when you hear your name being called ages later, you crack an eye open to see none other than Park Jimin grinning like a fiend above you. It takes you a long moment to remember even getting on a plane, let alone what’s actually happening.

“We’re about an hour away,” Jimin chimes, giving you space to sit up and hopefully wipe the drool off of your face without him noticing. “So, would you like to know what our plans are for the day?”

“Yes,” you croak out, stretching. A glance at Jimin shows you that he must have changed clothes and gotten ready while you were sleeping. He now sports a black bucket hat paired with a dark t-shirt and mismatched denim jacket. He taps his boots on the floor, a sign of his excitement.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks. “You were out for nearly nine hours.”

You blink. How that happened is beyond you. Perhaps it had something to do with all of the overthinking you’ve been up to over the past week, leaving you utterly drained. “I slept great,” you admit. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?”

You peek out the window to see if that’ll give you a hint, but all you see it blue skies and unmarked land below.

“I will when we land,” he says. “First thing’s first, I’m sure you’re hungry. I was thinking we grab some food first thing. Now, take your pick: inside or outside?”

You glare at him for not revealing the location yet. For all you know, he could have paid someone to just fly the plane around in circles for hours and land you in Busan.

“Uh…outside.”

Jimin smiles, clearly pleased with your choice. “Good. Ok, next choice. Basilica or shopping?”

“B-basilica?!” You spit out, looking at Jimin as though he just announced he was taking you to the moon. “Where are we-“ You stop mid-sentence, holding your breath as is your habit whenever you get excited. “Wait…”

Jimin’s smile only grows. “Yes?” He asks with perfect piety.

Leave it to Park Jimin to look at a 24-hour window and decide to take you to Russia.

The second you’re off the plane and jumping into a taxi, you’re squealing like a school-girl.

“Park Jimin, I swear if this is all some dream and I’m about to wake up soon-” you hardly finish your sentence, mouth dropping open as you pass by a huge cathedral.

Jimin, on the other hand, looks quite content. He’s been here several times before; a fact that you’ve always brought up when talking about travelling with the boys. Russia has been on the top of your bucket-list for years now. Every time Jimin went he’d make sure to bring you back something special.

For years you’ve been half-planning to go on a trip with him the next time he went. Of course, you never actually believed that you’d go. But still, it was worth dreaming about.

“It’s not Moscow,” Jimin laments from your side. “But I’ve always favored St. Petersburg.”

For good reason.

It’s a clear day, the sun shining off of the city streets as though they were made of gold and not the same concrete found all over the world. People appear to be in high spirits as well; many couple wandering about hand in hand.

And you’re here. With Jimin.

Just like you always dreamed about.

So when you make it to your destination where the two of you would be eating brunch, you can’t help but chew on your lip as tears spring to your eyes.

“Jimin-ah,” you begin as you’re led to your table. It’s outside, which you’d chosen. Facing a river which is filled with ferries and tourists chattering freely.

“Yeah?” He asks, taking in your expression and instantly reaching across the table to grab your hand. “Everything alright? Maybe you slept too much. Or is your stomach upset from the flight? I know that happens to me sometimes on longer flights-”

You shake your head. “No, it’s just…” you sigh, trying to figure out how to best voice what you’re feeling. “You brought me to Russia.”

Jimin squints at you as though reading a book that’s in a foreign language. “…yes.” When you don’t make eye-contact with him, he raises his eyebrows. “Is this making you uncomfortable? I knew we should’ve talked about it first, but everyone was so excited so I automatically thought that you would be too, you know? It’s just, we’ve talked about this for forever, so I thought it’d be fun to actually bring you. Since I couldn’t, before.”

You blink. “Everyone was excited about it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jimin nods, sitting back in his seat. “Is that what you’re worried about? That I’m not being fair?”

Despite the hat sitting low on his head, you can see the worried glimmer in Jimin’s eyes. “I guess…” you squirm in your seat. “I really want to be here. I do. But don’t you think it’s a bit…well, it’s a bit much? For a first date? I mean, I would’ve been happy going through a drive-thru and chatting for a while.”

Now it’s Jimin’s turn to look a little lost. “Oh.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I guess I never thought of it that way.”

A waiter comes by to check on you, and Jimin kindly explains that you’ll need more time to decide. Once they’ve disappeared from sight, Jimin sets his menu down and leans over the table.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

Nodding to himself, Jimin looks out over the river before turning back to face you. “This is possibly the most rash, stupid, bizarre thing I’ve ever done.”

You choke on a laugh at his sudden declaration. “What?”

“It is. Seriously. I mean, I’ve traveled a lot and done plenty of stupid things, as you well know-”

“Oh, like the swimming pool incident-”

“Yah,” he waves you off frantically, “I wasn’t asking for examples!”

“Ah, right.” You gesture for him to continue, a grin growing on your face. Once he can tell you’re not about to go recounting every embarrassing moment you’ve witnessed, Jimin goes on.

“It really is stupid. I mean, who does this?” He points around the restaurant. “You’re right, we could’ve totally done something like we usually do; grab some takeout and chill. Maybe play a card game and lose miserably.”

“Wait, you lose or I lose?”

“Both. You know Jin would be there and he’d win.”

“Touché.”

Jimin sighs, throwing his chin onto the palm of his hand and looking at you with unveiled tenderness. “It’s not very often that we get free reign like this. So I thought it’d be nice, you know. To get to go do something a little crazy with you.”

You’re reminded of Taehyung’s route through Seoul, where he had a similar motive. If given the chance, wouldn’t you also like to take a day to just live a little? Even if it is a little unconventional?

Leaning back in your chair, you let out a breath of relief before bringing the menu up to your eyes and wiggling your brows at Jimin. “Well, then. I guess that makes sense. Although, I hope you know that you’re ruining my expectations for all other men I ever date.”

Mirroring your position, Jimin winks at you from over his menu. “Isn’t that the point?”

Brunch is delicious. Would would’ve thought that Russians have nailed French-style breakfast foods?

You’re just scooping up the last of your crêpe when Jimin leans back with a satisfied groan. “So, what do you wanna do next?”

“Wait, I’m supposed to choose?” You ask. Jimin nods, languidly looking you over and smiling crookedly when he spots a bit of chocolate on your face. You quickly wipe it off. “I don’t know…” you look around for inspiration, eyes landing on the ferry closest to you. “Oh, that. Can we do that?”

“Sounds perfect. That’ll take us to the basilica, I think.”

You chuckle darkly. “You think? Wow, how wild. Lost in Russia.”

Jimin smiles warmly at the waiter that swoops in to hand him the check. If he recognizes Jimin, you have no idea. He simply waits patiently as Jimin hands him his card and waits for him to return.

“Lost in Russia?” Jimin claps his hands together, nearly slipping off his seat as he giggles. “Take that, Shawn Mendes!”

You groan even as you laugh, burying your face in your hands.

The ferry is bustling with tourists, making you buzz with excitement as you finally board. Jimin makes sure to keep his hand in yours so you don’t get separated, keeping his head down when a couple of people look his way with curious expressions.

Once the ferry begins its slow journey, you find yourself standing before a railing overlooking the calm waters. Jimin comes to stand behind you, resting his hands on either side of your own which cling to the railing. He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming a tune you don’t recognize.

“Aren’t you the one that loves Anastasia?” Jimin asks, the question a mere hum in your ear.

“Mmhm. That’s me.”

“You know that it’s-“

“Aish, Park Jimin if you’re about to go off about how historically inaccurate it is, I’ll personally shove you off this ferry.”

Jimin’s laugh has him resting against you completely, hiding his face in your back and making your cheeks turn a little red as people look your way.

“It’s a great movie,” Jimin concedes. “Really, it is.”

You nod. “Yes. It is. And don’t you forget it.”

“I’m guessing that you love Dmitri, then?” He’s returned to his spot at your shoulder, arms sliding in a little tighter until his pinkies are linked through yours. You can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture, glancing down to take a mental picture.

“…yes.” You respond, a little wary that he’s about to start bashing on what is perhaps the most attractive animated character you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Instead, Jimin releases you from his grip and comes to stand by your side. Looking out over the river as though greeting an old friend, he rests his forearms against the railing. “What do you like about him?”

Well, isn’t today just chalk full of surprises.

“Well, for starters, he admits when he’s wrong. Despite the fame and money that he’s after, he’s actually pretty humble.” Your eyes drift over to the boy by your side. “He’s handsome,” Jimin snorts, nodding along reverently when you shoot him a glare. “And he just so clearly cares about Anastasia. Like, he’s willing to step out of the picture if that means she can be happy.”

A basilica comes into view, but you suspect that’s not the only thing taking your breath away.

No, it’s partly due to the fact that somehow, you’ve found yourself describing Jimin. If he realizes it, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he just winks at you, shooting you a smirk.

“Gotcha. Humble and hot.”

As the ferry docks at the opposite shore, you wonder if it’s too late to throw him overboard.

The basilica is open for tourists, and you find that you’ve got a kink in your neck from staring up at the ceiling the entirety of the tour.

Neither one of you understand a single word that’s being said, not wanting to wait around for a Korean translator. Instead, you opt for nodding along and laughing when everyone else does.

You have your arm linked through Jimin’s, trying to get a good look at a painted mural when he whispers something to you.

“You know, I heard that you and Namjoon had a fun time last week.”

Quick enough to give yourself whiplash, you turn to stare at Jimin with wide, guilty eyes. “W-what are you…I mean, yeah. Yeah, it was nice.”

Jimin bursts out laughing, immediately drawing the attention of the tour group. The tour guide gives the two of you a disapproving glare, which Jimin takes as an invitation to hang back as everyone else continues walking.

“Nice? Really? I thought the man would be a better kisser than just nice.”

Absolutely horrified, you bury your head in your hands. “Ergh…didn’t think…can’t believe he’d…”

“What was that? Can’t hear you,” Jimin teases with a knowing smirk. You smack his arm instinctively, only making him laugh harder.

“Why would you bring that up now?” You whine, running a hand through your hair.

“Why wouldn’t I? In my defense, I at least kept quiet about it for hours.”

You squint at him, “How did you find out?”

“Told me the second he got in the car,” Jimin replies, smile growing at your expression. You’d thought that was Jimin who’d been on the phone with Namjoon when he’d called to be picked up. “If it makes you feel any better, it was absolutely hilarious.”

“How would that make me feel better?!”

Only cackling in response, Jimin takes off after the group. You glare after him, pressing your hands to your cheeks and closing your eyes.

Wrong decision. The second you close your eyes you’re presented with an onslaught of memories; primarily one of Namjoon towering over you in a wardrobe.

You chase after Jimin, determined to bring up one of his embarrassing moments that will surely make him turn into a blushing mess.

“Ok, but at least I know not to eat a whole bag of sugar-free gummy bears-”

“I’ve gotta say, I’ve never been kicked out of a basilica before.”

The afternoon sun has quickly turned to the tell-tale golden hue of the evening. Jimin walks hand in hand with you down the street, the two of you the picture of calm and content.

“Me neither,” you sigh.

The tour guide didn’t take kindly to your bickering, quickly pointing to the exit once you’d resorted to attempting to stomp on Jimin’s feet like a child. He’d deserved it, though. Especially once he’d made a comment under his breath about the statue of lovers wrapped up in each other’s arms to be a spitting image of you and Namjoon.

“A wardrobe? Really?” Jimin shakes his head, tsking your behavior.

“Oh, shut up,” you hiss.

Wow. Jimin really is the Dmitri to your Anastasia. It would appear like he’s completely embodied the role he has throughout the first half of the movie, in which he’s endlessly annoying.

“Alright, alright. I’ll drop it.” He hold up a hand in innocence. “Should we get some skewers before the next thing?”

“I’d like to skewer you-”

“What was that, jagiya?” Jimin asks with a smirk.

“Oh, I just said that that sounds delicious.”

“Mhmm.”

Together you locate some delicious street-food, entering some sort of food heaven when the first bite touches your lips. “This is amazing,” you say around the food.

Jimin groans, closing his eyes as he eats up. “Here, try this.” He extends the skewer to you, leaning into your side as you sit together on the bench. Cupping your chin, he feeds you the next slice of meat, watching your reaction carefully.

You hum as the flavor makes your tastebuds dance, eyes growing wide as Jimin swipes a thumb over your bottom lip, gathering up the excess sheen from the juicy meat. You watch, completely enraptured as he pops the digit in his mouth without a second thought, taking another bite of the food as though nothing happened.

All you know is that you wouldn’t mind that happening again.

“S-so what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?” You ask, voice a little higher than usual as you attempt to calm your beating heart.

“Mm, lemme check,” Jimin mumbles, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Oh! How is today going by so fast?”

“What?”

“We’ve got just enough time to pick out a souveneir before the show starts.” Rising from the bench, he takes another bite of his food. “Shall well?” You take his hand, allowing him to pull you up.

“What show?”

He looks you over. “You’ve heard of the Russian Ballet, right?”

You’re severely underdressed for a night out at the ballet, but Jimin reassures you that no one will notice. Together, the two of you roam about the Meriinsky theater’s souvenir shop.

“Oooh, Jimin, look!” You hold up a shirt with a burly man in a tutu. “You should totally get this.”

Jimin turns to face you, dissolving into a fit of laughter that has him falling to his knees. “No way, that’s horrible!”

You shrug, looking back and forth from the shirt and back to him. “I don’t know, I think it’d look kinda hot.”

Smile wiped from his face, Jimin snatches the shirt from you. “I’m getting it. Don’t try to stop me.”

You end up finding a similar shirt – this one has a ballerina balancing huge logs on her shoulders – to get with Jimin. Just as you head up to the cashier, you see Jimin sliding a small box across the table for the cashier to ring up.

“What’s that?” You ask, placing your shirt on top of his in the bag he holds open. Jimin shrugs.

“Just something.”

You frown. “That was vague.”

Tapping your nose, Jimin grins and nods at the cashier before taking the box and placing it inside the bag before you can get a good look at it. “So observant.”

The ballet begins their show at 6 o’clock. You sit near the front, in a spot that appears to be fairly inconspicuous. Jimin sits with the bag of your souvenirs placed under his chair, out of sight from your prying eyes.

You can’t help but feel like royalty as you look around the historic theater. It’s filled to the brim with natives and foreigners alike, most of which are dressed to the nines. The golden, old lighting casts shadows on everyone, thick fabric draping itself around the box seats.

Suddenly you remember what Jimin said to you so early this morning. I miss you even when you’re right in front of me.

It makes sense, now. There’s ache in your chest as you look around the theater, trying to memorize every last detail, knowing that this may very well be the last time you ever see it in such grandeur. The thought nearly rips your heart out of your chest. Knowing that this feeling is only temporary. You’re only royal for a day.

You turn to mention it to Jimin, only to find him looking at you in the same way you’ve looked at the theater.

Like you’re as timeless as the music that drifts up from the orchestra, and he’s just found out that he’s on a mortal timeline.

You will remain like this forever in his memory. Eyes bright and your right knee nervously bouncing up at down, only to be soothed by the sound of a lone violin that stands out amongst the other flurry of instruments.

He smiles, the action so at odds with the heavy look in his eyes. Reaching out, you take his hand from his lap, and without a single thought other than the way the golden lights are dimming and so is the look of pain in Jimin’s eyes, you press your lips to the tip of his knuckles. Once.

Twice.

And one more time, making it to his pinky knuckle and smiling against it before planting a kiss that feels more like a breath against it.

It’s nearly pitch black now, the curtains pulled open to reveal the breathtaking ballerina, but you find that you can’t quite look away. Not as Jimin continues to look at you with that indescribable expression that has somehow shifted into something more. He brings his hand back to his lap, enveloping your hand in both of his.

“It’s starting,” he breathes out.

You know that he means the production is beginning. Indeed, in your peripheral you see the ballerina who doubles as Sleeping Beauty tonight takes to the stage amidst the sound of awed clapping. But you can’t help but find a different meaning in those two words.

It’s starting to get harder.

Because anytime you close your eyes, you see Namjoon before you in the wardrobe, tentative hope in his eyes.

Because your wrist burns with Hobi’s bracelet linked around it, a constant reminder of the ghost of his lips on your palm.

Because you wake up in the middle of the night every night, looking to your doorway in hopes of finding Taehyung leaning against it with a smirk that does nothing to fool you.

And now there’s Jimin, filling your mind with his confession this morning. I miss you.

You’ve unknowingly boarded a runaway train.

Who cut the brakes on this thing?

The ballet is beautiful.

Like, beautiful in the way that you don’t want it to ever end. The music coming from the pit weaves the story, the ballerinas working in tandem with every note to bring it to life.

Once you enter into the final act, you find yourself squeezes Jimin’s hand as though watching a horror movie. He traces soothing patterns against your skin even as he quietly laughs.

“How’re you holding up over there?” He drawls in your ear.

“I don’t want it to end,” you reply, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Like all good things, it does. Jimin allows you to linger for a while longer, even after most of the people of exited the building. You remain in your seat, staring up at the stage now covered by thick curtains, almost as though waiting for the production to start up again.

Finally, you notice the ache in your legs from sitting in a confined space for so long, and get up.

“How was it?” Jimin asks, leading you out of the marvelous theater.

You blink. “How was it? I…I think my soul left my body for a minute back there.”

You walk out to find that night has fallen, Jimin laughing up at the stars. “Wow. That’s a pretty intense experience.”

“Yeah, well.”

Skipping ahead of you, Jimin turns around to face you with a silly grin. “We’ll come back someday,” he promises. “Maybe we’ll go to Moscow. They perform ‘Black Swan’ there.”

You blink. “And they don’t in St. Petersburg?”

Jimin shrugs, reaching out for your hands, which you extend to him. He continues walking backward, unwilling to let go of either hand. “They haven’t, yet.”

“Why not?”

“It has something to do with the political climate here versus in Moscow.”

“Huh.” You take a moment to take in the view before you, Jimin looking like he belongs here among the stars and streetlamps. “You seem to know a lot about the Russian Ballet.”

Again, he shrugs, this time accompanied by a crooked smile. “I read about it on the flight over.” He pauses, waiting for you to catch up to him before walking side by side. “Which, speaking of flights…”

“Don’t we have one to catch?”

“Exactly.”

It’s painful, leaving St. Petersburg behind. You watch through the window of the airplane as you take off, the lights winking at you in a silent goodbye.

Jimin watches from the opposite side of the plane, an absent-minded smile yet again on his face. He quietly orders a bit of food for the two of you, knowing that you’ll be hungry soon.

Once St. Petersburg vanishes from your view, you glance over at Jimin who fiddles with the safety pamphlet.

“That was amazing.”

He furrows his brows, not looking up yet. “What? The plane taking off?”

“No, you know what I mean.” He continues to look at you, feigning ignorance. “All of it. That…date. That was seriously a dream.”

Jimin openly stares at you for a moment as though not expecting such a reaction before averting his eyes. You watch with amusement as his cheeks flood with pink, a silent testament to how flustered you can make him.

“Yeah,” he coughs awkwardly. “I guess you could say…it was nice.” He looks at you expectantly.

You frown, not quite understanding what he means until – “Jimin!”

He sinks low in his seat, body shaking with laughter. “First thing I do when we get back is tell Namjoon you said that about your kiss. I’m not even kidding,” he says as he wipes fake tears from his eyes.

“Just- yah!” Absolutely embarrassed, you turn to stare out the window again, ignoring the laughing boy.

Your mind is dazed once you return to Seoul, clambering inside a car that Jimin is somehow able to drive despite being clearly exhausted from the long flight. You share a comfortable silence as you replay that events of the past 24 hours in your mind.

The sound of the orchestra is still ringing in your ears by the time Jimin pulls up in front of your apartment. You’re about to tell him that he doesn’t need to get out of the car when he’s hurry around to open your door.

“You look exhausted,” you remark sleepily.

He doesn’t have the energy to pretend to be offended. “So do you.”

Indeed you do, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the car window before setting off toward your door. The few steps up to your apartment appear to be the same as Mount Everest, Jimin’s hand on the small of your back proving to be the only thing keeping you moving forward.

You watched four movies on the flight back. Jimin had urged you to try to at least nap, but you couldn’t. You were too wired, mind running nonstop with different ideas and memories. And now you’re paying the price as you stumble up the stairs.

Once Jimin has ascertained that you’re not about to fall over, he takes his hand off your back. “Made it,” he mumbles out.

“Mmm.”

He chuckles softly, reaching out to pull you in for a soft hug. It’s warm in his arms, making you close your eyes and rest against his shoulder. You could stay here for hours-

“Don’t go falling asleep on me,” Jimin quietly warns, looking at you fondly as he pulls away. He notes your still-closed eyes and leans in to peck your cheek.

He grins when he pulls away, seeing that your eyes are now wide open. You’re a little flushed from the unexpected peck, but it’s still dark enough in the early morning light that you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Here, your souvenir,” he hands you the bag from the Meriinsky theater, which you take. “Go in and sleep.”

Once you manage to get the door unlocked, you’re slipping inside and waving goodbye as Jimin hurries back down to his car. Just before he gets in, you call out to him.

“Jimin-ah!”

He holds the drivers-side door open. “What?”

Giving him another little wave, you shout, “Thank you!”

“Anytime.”

With that, he hops in and drives away.

You don’t remember walking to your bedroom, but you’re grateful that you’ve found your bed. Still holding the bag, it swings down to hit your legs.

“Ow!” Something solid hits your shin from inside the bag, leading you to investigate its contents.

Hiding beneath your shirt you got, sits the small box you’d spied Jimin buying. On top of it sits a crinkled post-it note, one he must have found while you were immersed in your movies on the flight.

To my Anastasia – hopefully this will be enough to say ‘thank you’.

Brows furrowed in curiosity, you slide the box open and pull out a small object wrapped in bubble wrap. Carefully unwrapping it, your mouth falls open in a silent gasp when you uncover your little present.

It’s a music box.

Opening it, you ignore the little tears springing to your eyes as it reveals a ballerina, spinning in perfect circles to the music that dives out.

Setting it on your nightstand, you close your eyes and let the music ease you into your dreams. You’re left with a distinct feeling that lingers even when you wake up hours later.

You still feel like royalty.

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Runaway With Me

Parings:SunwooXblackreader

Summary:Yn and the prince have a secret relationship that has to come to an end... but not if Sunwoo can help it

You sigh as you put a few papers into a folder getting up from your chair. You walk into the Royal sitting room but not before knocking

“Come in”

You open the door walking over to the king

“Ah senator! This is my assistant Yn! She’s been with me since she was a little girl! Her father was my father’s assistant” he says patting your back

“Hello Mr.Senator” you say smiling and shaking his hand. It seems that all you do these days. Smile and shake hands of important people

“Hello Ms.Yn! My what a beautiful smile you have” he says giving you a smile

“Oh thank you! Uh sir I need you to sign these papers for me” you say handing the folder to the king

“Of course! Do you know what’s for diner?” He asks picking up his pen

“Uh I believe your favorite sir” you say to king on your heels

“Okay! I do wish you’d cook for us again your cultural food is delicious” the king says making you giggle

“Well thank you sir just let me know when and Id do it again” you say with a fake smile. Last time you cooked for the royal family you didn’t really want to but the king drop a pretty stack on your desk

“And she cooks? Yn please tell me has anybody courted you?” The senator asks

“Uh no actually. I’m always busy with work I don’t really have time” you admit

“The senator has a son around your age about two years older than you?” The king asks looking back over at the senator

“Oh yes my Hyunjae just turned 23 not to long ago! And I also have another son Juhaknyeon!” The senator says proudly

“Oh uh-“ before you finished your comment the king cuts you off

“I’ll give them your information” the king says happily

“Oh no that won’t be necessary” you say but your words fell on silent ears as the king starts to write on a paper giving it to the senator

You sigh as you take back the folder and bow before leaving. You close the door with a sigh. Why must those men be so persistent?

“Are you going to go through with it?” A voice says behind you causing you to jump. You turn around and see sunwoo. The prince.

“Go through with what sir?” You asks. He chuckles bitterly before pushing gently Against the wall.

“Are you going to let those boys Court you?” He asks

“What? Of course not” you say

“Yeah okay the only man courting you is me...now give me a kiss” he says smirking

“Sunwoo! We are in the palace!” You whisper

“I don’t care if I want to kiss my girl I’ll kiss my girl” he says still smirking. You lean up and give him a quick peck to the lips

“Really?” He asks with a raised brow

“Yes really I have work to do bye!” You say quickly running away back to your office

Ounce you reach your office you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. You and Sunwoo had been seeing each other for over a year now.

At first it was all just some fun but now you two were in a hidden relationship. Much to your choice. Sunwoo would love to have your relationship known. But he was a prince and you were a commoner. In what universe would that work?

You go and sit back at your desk and before you knew it you were lost in your work again. You didn’t even know it was late until a knock was on your door

“Yn? The king says it’s late” Kathryn, one of the servants says coming in

“Oh it is!” You say looking at the clock on your desk

“He asks if your going to the party tonight?” She asks making you sigh

“Do I really have a choice?” You sarcastically asks making her laugh

“I think we both know the Answer to that” she says closing the door. You sigh gathering your things to leave. You completely forgot about the party tonight. Good thing you bought your dress a week in advance.

You got home and did your hair and makeup. You put on your shoes and rush out the door back to the palace

You weren’t late but you should have been there a lil earlier. You wave and smile to the important people you’ve met before.

You great everyone quickly as you walk over to the king

“Good evening my king” you say curtseying

“Oh Yn you and your formalities!” He says pulling you into a hug. You groan and hug him back. You quickly curtesy to the queen and the princess

“Yn! The senators son’s will be here” the queen says. The king must have told her about earlier

“You are so lucky! They are so hot” the princess says earning a nudge from her mother

“Well I’m not really looking for marriage my queen” you say with a fake giggle

“Oh we all say that! I said the same thing! Now look at me! Married with children” she says laughing. You give a fake nervous laugh

You wish these people would understand your not interested.

“Oh here they come!!!” The princess says making you nervous

“Don’t worry Yn you look beautiful” the queen says. As if that’s what your worried about

“Good evening my king” the senator says as he and his sons now

“Senator price! How are you this evening?” He asks

“I’m well thank you! May I say this event is very nice” he says making the king chuckle

“Thanks to my lovely Yn!” The King says making you sigh

“It’s no big deal...really. I just sent out invites and got decorators and catering” you say

“And how are you this evening Ms.Yn? You look beautiful” the senator says

“Thank you Mr.price I’m doing well” you say

“These are my sons Hyunjae and Juhaknyeon. Boys this is Yn the young woman I told you about” Mr.price says

“Yes you did mention a young woman but you forgot to mention how beautiful she was” The boy named Juhaknyeon says taking your hand bringing it to his lips to kiss

If Sunwoo wasn’t running laps around your mind 25/8 this would have actually make you give an genuine smile

“Thank you!” You say

“May I please have this dance?” He asks you

“Uh no I’m sorry I don’t dance” you say giggling

“She’s lying we dance all the time” the princess says smirking your way. You glare at her as Juhaknyeon takes you to the dance floor

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen please do tell me are you with someone?” He asks

“Uh well it’s uh it’s complicated” you say as he spins you around

He spins you around just in enough time for Sunwoo to enter and see. He quickly walks over to his seat next to his sister

“Sunwoo! Your late” his mother says

“Why is Yn dancing with Juhaknyeon?” He asks ignoring his mother

“They’re cute right! He’s so going to court her” his sister says making his blood just boil.

“Everyone listen please!” The king says tapping his glass. Everyone stops what they are doing going to sit down.

Juhaknyeon sits down bringing you down on his lap. You struggle a bit trying not to make a big scene but to no avail. You gave up and say awkwardly on his lap

Sunwoo watches with jealous eyes. How dare Juhaknyeon touch his woman? And how dare you let him.

“I’d like to make an announcement! I want you all to meet some special and important...my soon to be daughter in law!” The king says smiling making everyone clap and cheer.

Just then a woman in a pink dress walked in with the biggest smile on her face.

“Daughter in law?” You whisper

“This is Hayumi! She will be marrying my son!” The king says pointing to a shocked Sunwoo. He locks eyes with you. You shake your head and get up leaving

Everyone runs up to Sunwoo congratulating him. But he wasn’t worried about that he was worried about you. Juhaknyeon noticed how upset you were and decided to follow you out the ball room

“Yn! Hey Yn! Wait!” Juhaknyeon shouts. You sigh rolling your eyes before looking back at him. You really don’t have time for this

“Are you okay! Why are you upset about the announcement?” He asks suspiciously

“It’s just...we’re bestfriends and I’m hurt that he didn’t tell me he was engaged” you say lying quickly

“Understandable my bestfriend got married and didn’t tell me. I would have been the greatest best man” he says making you laugh

“Yn! Yn!”

Sunwoo comes running out with pleading eyes causing you to roll your eyes. You didn’t want to hear it

“Yn let me explain!” He says grabbing your hand

“I’m going back to the party I’ll give you two a minute” Juhaknyeon says before turning and leaving. You wait until you hear the door close before snatching your hand away from him

“What do you want Sunwoo?” You ask bitterly

“Baby just listen! Let me explain myself”He says

“Explain what?! That your getting married to another woman?? A woman who’s not me?!” You ask bitterly

“Baby I don’t even know her! The sprung this on me to! I’m just as shocked as you!” He says grabbing your hands again

“Baby please believe me! I’ve never met that woman a day in my life. Nor do I want her! She’s not the woman for me you are” he says bringing you closer to him

“Doesn’t matter Sunwoo. Your a prince. I’m a commoner. We have no business being together.” You said stepping away from him

“Yn” is all Sunwoo says as he feels the warmth of your hand disappearing from his

“Go be with her. It’s for the best” you say walking past him back to the ballroom

“Runaway with me” Sunwoo says stopping you dead in your tracks. You turn around looking in his eyes. He was serious

“What!!?” You asks. He walks back over to you holding you in his arms

“Runaway with me. We can runaway and be together somewhere else” he says looking into your eyes

“But...you won’t be king if you-“ Sunwoo cuts you off with a passionate kiss.

“Who cares about being king if you can’t be my queen” he says holding your cheeks in both hands

“Sunwoo this is your home” you whisper

“Home is wherever you are” he says making you laugh

“You are so corny” you say making him chuckle

“What do you say?” He asks bitting his lip nervously. It was silent between you two before you spoke up

“Okay.let’s do it” you say firmly making Sunwoo smile

“Let’s do it

A week after the ball is when you two put the plan into action. You collected your last pay cheek and called in sick for a couple days. You packed light. A few clothes and shoes and Your hair supply. You were just waiting for night to fall. The whole day you were anxious.

Around 8:26 a knock was at your door. You opened it thinking it was Sunwoo but you were met with the royal guards. Your face fell and all you could think was “busted”. That was until the princess came from behind them

“Hello Ms.Yn the princess wishes to speak to you privately” one of guards say

“Uh okay come in” you tell her. She nods walking inside and you close the door behind her

“A duffel bag? Going some where Yn?” She asks

“Uh nah girl that’s just a small load of clothes” you say waving her off

“You and my brother are planning to runaway tonight aren’t you?” She asks making your jaw drop to the floor. How’d she know about your relationship? And how was she so spot on with the plan?

“Yeah last week I seen you run out the ballroom and I went after you to see if you were alright and over heard you and my brothers conversation. Never would have guess you two being together” she says giggling

“Sooyoung...please don’t tell the king and queen. I’ll just leave by myself I don’t want to get Sunwoo in trouble” you say putting your hands up in defence

“Tell? Girl please I’m not here to snitch I’m here to help” she says handing you an envelope. You slowly take it opening it seeing a bunch of money

“Sooyoung” you say but she puts her hand up with a smile

“Take it. You’ve been with this family since a little girl. You deserve happiness” she says hugging you. You smile and hug her back

“Thank you sooyoung I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you” you say pulling back from the hug

“No need to. Just write me back when I’m an auntie” she says making the both of you laugh

“Yn baby we have to go! There are hella guards outside your do-Sooyoung? Why are you here?” Sunwoo asks coming from the back door

“Just wanted to give you two a proper send off” she says smiling

“She knows” you say grabbing his hand

“I’m upset you didn’t tell me! I’m your favorite sister!” Sooyoung says punching Sunwoo in the arm making him wince

“Your my only sister” he mumbles rubbing his arm

“You two have to go before dad notices”sooyoung says wrapping her arms around him.

“I love be safe and careful” she says to him

“I love you to and I will” Sunwoo says grabbing your bag

“Take care of my brother Yn and I love you to” she says hugging you next

“I will I love you to sooyoung and thank you again” you say before joining hands with Sunwoo. You wait until sooyoung was out the door before you two ran out the back door to a loading dock

“My friends dad is sailor...he’s going to take us somewhere else” Sunwoo says kissing your forehead

“I hope this works” you mumble

“It will” Sunwoo says as you two reach the doc

“Sunwoo!!!”

“Eric!! Thank you for doing this for me man” Sunwoo says hugging the other boy

“It’s no problem bro anything for you” he says smiling then turning his attention to you

“And this must be her. Hi I’m Eric” he says shaking your hand

“Yn. Nice to meet you” you say tiredly

Just then a old man walks over to you three

“Sunwoo! How are you?” He asks hugging Sunwoo

“I’m good Sir it’s been a while” Sunwoo says smiling

“It has been now where do you need me to take you?” He asks

“Anywhere far away from here” Sunwoo says sighing

“I got you son! Is this the girl?” The man asks turning his attention to you

“Yes This is Yn. Yn this is Mr.Son he’s Eric’s dad” Sunwoo says introducing you two

“Hello sir” you say

“You have to be a special girl to have Sunwoo on a boat he’s never set foot on one of my boats ever” Mr.son says making you giggle

“I must admit I don’t like boats or water but for her I’d do it” Sunwoo says smiling. You yawn and lean into him

“My next stop is Kailua Hawaii. She should get some sleep” Mr.Son says

“Okay thank you again sir” Sunwoo says. Just then you could feel the boat moving.

“Come on baby let’s get you to a bed” Sunwoo says guiding you to a room on the ship. You sigh taking your shoes and clothes off laying in the bed

Sunwoo does the same laying next to you. He smiles grabbing you bringing you closer to him

“I love you Yn” he says making you smile tiredly

“I love you to” you say leaning in kissing his lips

“We’re going to be happy” he says

“Yeah together” you say falling into a deep sleep

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rekrappeter · 4 years ago

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looking at the moon, but seeing you

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself drawn to draco malfoy, an october evening welcoming something you never expected

warnings: mention of feeling numb, swearing, typos

notes: please let me know what you think of this, feedback would be amazing thank you - if there’s an inaccuracy of the wizarding world in this, please don’t let me know, I’m not interested <333

I had originally started writing this for @bricksatanakinswindow ‘s wc and had a prompt in mind, but then I went on a tangent and finished it forgetting to use the prompt oops but anyways, I hope y’all enjoy it either way <3

It was your favorite time of the year. Orange and brown leaves scattered the grass, the sound of them crunching when students trampled over them to get to class, and it was always dark before the final class ended. The ghosts seemed to be more present during mealtimes and the flickering of the crimson fires above the four tables created shadows around the dining hall. There was an eerie, yet wholesome atmosphere that Hogwarts welcomed during the month of October. But the thing you loved most about October in Hogwarts was the Annual Halloween Feast.

You were staring wide-eyed at the mounts of food that appeared in front of you, your mouth watering at the sight of the freshly trimmed turkey and the pumpkin pies that were making your stomach grumble with hunger. It took everything in your power to not reach out for your first servings, knowing that everyone was waiting for Professor Dumbledore to finish up his annual Halloween speech. The moment he gave you permission to start eating, your hands reached out for the first bowl of vegetables closest to you.

“Calm down there,” Ron chuckled, his red hair brushing across his forehead, “It won’t disappear right away.”

“You’re one to talk,” you snapped back, a playful smirk tugging on your lips as you eyed his plate already half-filled with chicken wings and mash potatoes.

Ron scoffed, his cheeks turning red, “Quidditch practice makes me hungry.” You rolled your eyes as the boy rambled on, trying to plead his case but as you looked over his shoulder towards the Slytherin table, his voice was just a mere whisper amongst the eyes staring back at you. Cold, dull blue eyes were on your figure from across the room, his porcelain face rested in the palm of his hands and his pink lips were a spark contrast from his snow-white hair.

“Is Draco Malfoy staring at me?” you whispered softly to Hermione, ignoring the confused glances from the red head boy that thought he was having a conversation with you. Hermione peaked over Ron’s shoulder strategically, pretending to scratch her nose in the process. The creasing of her fluffy brows confirmed your suspicions and you both stare at Draco, it wasn’t until the taller boy beside him, Blaise, nudged his shoulder with his that Draco was pulled out of what seemed to be a daydream. His eyes widened for a second, his tongue darting from his mouth to wet his lips as he raised a brow in your direction.

‘What?’ you mouthed to him, and he shot you an annoyed, almost hateful, glare your way before tearing his gaze from you. A scoff passed your lips, it was so typical of Draco to make it seem like it was your fault that he was staring at you. “That was weird,” you murmured, shrugging your shoulders and the grumble of your stomach remembered that you had forgot to feed it all day.

When the Feast had come to an end, the magically thundering and lightening lit up the Great Hall causing students to erupt into discussions of thrill and excitement. The tables disappeared from underneath you, as the room transforming into it’s annual Halloween afterparty. Pumpkins that Hagrid grew himself were huddled in the corners, big enough to fit three full adult males in them, and orange and black streamers were dangling from the ceiling. The table that the teachers occupied was gone and replaced with a stage, instruments scattered around on top and you could spot a skeleton tuning a guitar.

A grin was unfaltering on your face, the excitement bubbling inside you. You glanced at Hermione, seeing her face in complete awe at the sight in front of her and you hated the fact that your eyes found themselves travelling across the room to the platinum blonde. Despite his foul demeanor throughout the entirety of the feast, an amused smile was rested on his lips as he watched the band of skeletons take the stage. As the music started, people began shuffling onto the makeshift dancefloor, still draped in their house robes. Your stare constantly kept finding it’s way to Draco, and no matter how much you scolded yourself, you couldn’t get him out of your mind.

This started towards the end of last year, these growing unwanted feelings that you held for the Slytherin Prince. The summer break couldn’t have come quick enough, Hogwarts was a big place but you kept finding yourself bumping into him or walking in the same empty corridors as he did. Throughout the summer, you hadn’t thought about him once - you labeled it as a stupid crush, the inevitability of falling for the ‘bad boy’ of your year. Of course, he had ladies falling all over him, but you’d never seen him with anyone other than Pansy Parkinson and even at that, you weren’t sure if they were exclusive. You tried not to dwell on it much, the thought of the two doing things together in the dungeons brought a wave of nausea each time. You thought the feelings that developed were gone, but the moment he walked onto the platform at Kings Cross, time stopped and it was just him there amongst the bustle of people bidding goodbye to their families. You scolded yourself the whole train ride, feeling yourself falling into daydreams and fantasies of what could be. But you were a Gryffindor, and he was a Slytherin. It wouldn’t work.

“You’re staring this time,” Hermione smirked, an amused glint in her eyes. She twirled you around so that your back was to Draco, and you silently thanked her. You had confided in Hermione about your little crush on Draco, hoping she’d be able to smack some sense into you and help you remember all the cruel things he’s said to you in the past but the thing was… you remembered all those things, you repeated them in your head but it still wasn’t enough to stop you from wondering where he was and letting your eyes linger after him.

The night was drawing to an end, a night filled with endless laughter and dancing. You were on your way to the common room, arm linked with Harry as he swayed with you, drunk on happiness. Passing the courtyards, somehow your eyes spied a figure making it’s way to the black lake, and if it wasn’t for the hair that gleamed under the moonlight, you wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But you detangled yourself from Harry, him giving you a puzzled look. “I-I think I forgot my bookbag by the lake earlier.”

“Do you want me to go down and look for it with you?” Harry asked, his hair tousled and sweat beading on his forehead from the amount of dancing he was forced to do.

“No, I’ll only be a second,” you said, stepping backwards onto the grass, “I’ll follow you up.” Harry was hesitant to leave you behind, Ron calling his name from inside the castle but he nodded reluctantly. Hogwarts was after all the safest place you could be. You scurried down towards the bed of water, your eyes adjusting to the darkness until you spotted his figure sitting underneath a tree that was naked of leaves.

“Following me, y/l/n?” you could hear the ennui in his voice, and it made you halt your steps. Maybe it was the glee from the October evening that led you to follow him, or maybe it was the dissatisfaction of not knowing how it felt to feel his lips on yours that made you come down here. Pursing your own lips, you took a step back hearing the crinkle of leaves under your foot as you twirled to march back up the hill you practically ran down. Draco sighed, “you can stay.”

You were thankful that it was dark outside, the grin on your face practically glistening at his words. You sat crossed legged in front of him, feeling the October chill kiss your cheeks as his eyes gazed at the stars above you. While his eyes were lost in the nature that surrounded you, your eyes were on his face, taking in every fraction of it up close. How the eleven year old boy with an innocent smirk you met a number of years ago had morphed into the exhausted looking seventeen year man sitting in front of you. His pale face was separated with dark circles hoovering beneath his eyes, his pink lips were chapped and the speck of blood on his bottom lip indicated that he must have been nibbling on them recently.

When the oddly comfortable silence became too much for you, your fingers digging into the grass underneath you, you breathed out a sigh gaining his attention. It was as if he forgot you were there. “Did you have fun tonight?” you asked.

Draco scoffed, his eyes rolling, “I hate Halloween.”

“How can you hate Halloween?” you questioned, your jaw dropping, “It’s practically a holiday dedicated to us!”

“It’s a holiday dedicated to pretending to be someone you’re not, how incredible,” Draco drowned sarcastically.

“Have you never wanted to be someone that wasn’t you?” Draco was stunned at your question, and he so eagerly wanted to scoff and question why would he want to be anyone else, but when he caught sight of your curious eyes, he became speechless. He stared at you like he did in the Great Hall previously, but instead of the lifeless stare that you were accustomed to at this point, his eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness. Of course he wanted to be someone else, the more he thought about it, he’d began to accept the fact that he wanted to be anyone but him. At the mere age of seventeen, he had so much responsibility resting on his shoulders, missions and tasks that he wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone about. He felt as if he was drowning.

“Draco..” you breathed out, your breath fogging underneath the moonlight. Draco barely heard your face, he only came back to reality when he felt your soft, warm hand rest on his cheek and he jumped back in fright. “Hey, it’s just me..” you whispered, wiping the stray tears that were leaking from his eyes without him realising.

Draco scrambled away from you on the grass, and you let your hand drop from his face. The spot you touched tingled as he stood up from the ground, fixing his robe that was draping off his shoulders. “W-why are you here?” he spat at you, his eyes twitching.

You remained on the grass, looking up at his worried expression. You wanted to have an explanation as to why you were suddenly drawn to him, but you didn’t even know. “I-I don’t know, Draco.”

Draco. Draco. Draco. His name that barely passed his ears lately felt like butterflies and fireworks falling from your lips. All he heard these days were Malfoy, no one addressed him as Draco anymore and he didn’t realise how much he needed to hear it, it grounded him. “Say my name again,” he mumbled, barely audible but from the raise of your brow, he knew you heard him.

You stood up from the grass, taking a hesitant step towards him and you waited for him to jump away from you but he didn’t. You closed the gap between your bodies, his breathing racing as he watched every move you made. Lifting your hand to his face again, he let himself relax underneath your touch and his eyes fluttered closed. “Draco,” you said softly, the twitching of the corner of his lips motivating your next move. His stature was slightly taller than you, making you put all your weight on your toes as your lips touched his cheek, “Draco,” you repeated, your lips moving down to his jaw, “Draco..”

You gasped as his hand suddenly gripped the wrist of your hand resting on his cheek. He opened his eyes, a confused look swirling beneath the blue but you never got the chance to see beyond the confusion before his lips crashed against yours in a breathtaking kiss. You stumbled back at the impact, but he wrapped his arms around your waist to steady you. Your lips moved in sync, the kiss rapid and intrusive. He pushed your body up against the large tree trunk, your head hitting the bark and your breath hitching in your throat. “D-Draco,” you stuttered against his lips, trying to push him off you to catch your breath, “What are you doing?”

“I… I just wanted to feel something,” Draco mumbled, almost feeling guilty for kissing you and his eyes casted downwards. He tried to step away from you but you clasped your fingers around his wrist and stopped him. He glanced up at you, the swollen lips a reminder of seconds before.

“How did it feel?” you asked, a smile twitching at the corner of your lips.

The overly confident and obnoxious man that you once knew was nowhere to be found, seemingly lost in the October breeze. When Draco resulted in silence as his answer, you closed the gap again and connected your lips in the second kiss of the evening. This one was more delicate and you could tell he wasn’t expecting it, it took him a moment to kiss you back. Your hands slipped into his, your fingers intertwining as you lost yourself in his touch. He broke the kiss, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent, “It feels like a new life,” he finally answered, his heart hammering against his chest, “but please answer this, will you forget about it in the morning?”

“Never.”

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imaginationmess · 3 years ago

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TAKE MY HAND (ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE) [BAKUGOU KATSUKI X READER]; TWO

Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

AGED UP AU!

Summary: When you take on the burden to keep the ones living safe, which causes you to become a traitor, but you had to pick a decision, and it cost their trust in you. You reverted to your old violent self. Months later, you find yourself face to face with your old friends. They want you to help them because they know you can handle yourself in this current state of the world. They are still ignorant of the state the world is. They have no idea how more dangerous it has become.

“We are still fucking fighting and won’t stop fighting. If you fucking give up, we lose!”

BEFORE READING! PLEASE READ DISCLAIMER!

Previously Chapter ONE; Masterlist

Chapter TWO

Word Count: 1,600+

Spoiler Alert for Anime watchers: There will be mention of Midoirya’s new quirks that haven’t been introduced in the anime.

Once the four of them have taken a shower and had time to discuss with each other weighing the pros and cons of trusting you. You did have a good record of keeping up with your promises before the incident where you betrayed all of their trust. It’s a tie between trusting you or not trusting you over a deal.

They are gonna reconsider the vote about it, later at night. They are all curious how you became a Mafia boss from just an original teenager who wanted to become a hero. To only become a cold killer and making a name for yourself years later.

They only have heard stories and rumors of the alias you go by.

Glitch.

A masked individual who is widely known for their cold,calculated mind and a heartless killer who didn’t care who gets caught in the crossfire. A leader who rapidly climbing up the ladder in the mafia world during the time of the apocalypse. A leader who became to hold more territory and killing off of other leaders to take their territory and expand their army.

A name alone made your enemies tremble in their boots.

They are hoping to get better judgment, seeing how things are run here.

The young boy that goes by the alias Speedy gave them a quick tour, but didn’t show the whole building due to being confidential from outsiders. He is just following orders. He was taking them to the cafeteria to grab something to eat to only notice where the children were eating all together were pointing at them. Most of them have eyes of admiration and pure awe looking at them.

“They are fans of you guys. They have seen the old video recording of previous sports festivals. We had to keep them somewhat entertained. Glitch got her hands on those old videos.” Speedy explains to continue to eat his soup.

The boys nod, understanding why the kids are so excited to see them in the flesh. It was weird, but somewhat comforting that the younger generation isn’t taught to hate heroes.

“I would keep those degrading comments of Miss Glitch to yourselves because the people who live here aren’t fans of heroes, much less of outsides. I heard you guys arguing earlier outside the room. You weren’t very quiet.” He looks at Bakugou in a way saying you are the loud one, before adding, “Everyone here would not agree on whatever image you decide to picture her.”

“Why wouldn’t they agree? Isn’t she a killer though?” Todoroki is just addressing the tension in the air. Midoriya and Kirishima choked on their food before coughing. They forgot Todoroki still struggles to read the social situations.

“Yes, she has killed many, but it is done to keep everyone safe. At the state of the world, it isn’t run by heroes who never got their hands dirty. It is run by killers because prison doesn’t exist. Who is gonna be the one to put those low lives underneath the ground? You guys never faced the true danger of the current state of the world. You are always protected just because you attend a prestigious school before the apocalypse hit.” Speedy spits out before taking a deep breath and just continues eating his food. His left hand was

“I apologized for his comment. We just have a history of them. It didn’t end on a good note. I know yo-.”

Speedy interrupts Midoriya by slams his spoon on the table before taking a deep breath to recollect himself.

“You don’t know any of our experiences. It was hell before Miss Glitch came to save us and took us in with no judgment. She taught us how to freaking survive by teaching us numerous tools such as self-defense and weapon handling. She never expected anything in return, unlike other mafia groups.”

The sound of a clap pauses the tension being created by five of them. The ex heroes in training look up to see meet the emotionless man covered with tattoos and scars. The same man who was within the room left to the minor from earlier. He placed a hand on top of Speedy head to ruffle his hair.

“Go ahead, eat with your sibling. Take a breather. I will take over making sure these little shits behave.” He removes his hand from his head before taking a seat beside the teenager.

“But-” Speedy was hesitant on leaving his position.

“It’s an order. Spend time with your sibling. Enjoy the night off.” The older man takes out a red apple from his pocket. Speedy stares at the four outside and gives a quick nod before taking his leave.

Bakugou Katsuki was staring at the man with suspicion as if he saw him before this mission. He wasn’t the only one who was thought so. Midoriya recalls those same tattoos, but it must have been a long time ago. He couldn’t easily recall. They were eating quietly until they finished.

“Let’s start ny introducing myself. I am Daichi. I am usually the one who runs this base when Miss Glitch isn’t present. It must have been your lucky day because you would have been tortured to death for trespassing.” The hairs behind their neck rise and getting goosebumps.

They sense malicious by the way he is sounding. Midoriya’s danger senses were activating and going crazy causing him to want to step away from him. It takes him back to when All For One and Stain’s presence.

Daichi’s yellow eyes stare at every one of them as he takes out a pocket knife directs it at Midoriya who was sitting in front of him. “The only reason you four are alive and even getting treated with special treatment is because of Miss Glitch. Step out of line, I wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit of you wannabe heroes. That’s the only thing. I am allowed to do.” He swiftly put his pocket knife after cutting his apple into six pieces which fall on the napkin. He claps his hands together cutting through the tension for him to drop the act to replace it with a fake smile.

“Anyways comes to my question. What did you talk about with the young boy making them lose their composure?”

He was oblivious enjoying tormenting these wannabe heroes.

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Meanwhile, inside the hero’s refuge base where there is a tall metal barrier that runs underneath 20 feet underground.

There was a young man with black hair with his signature scarf, looking at a map looking where to travel to get more food and other resources. They are running out of places to investigate. The last 2 locations were a complete bust. It has been cleaned out completely. He is one of the leaders of the camp where they have stayed safe since the beginning of the apocalypse.

There was a knock on the wall, before someone coming in through the curtains. They pull a chair across from him, before taking a seat. They are twirling it around for them to rest their arms on the top of the chair.

“Aizawa, I can’t believe you took my suggestion seriously.” The young male with the purple bed hair as if he just rolled out of bed, comments. He has a small scar above his eyebrow. He has a few scars on his arms that have grown muscular.

“It was insane, but not outside of the possibilities.” Aizawa laid back in his chair and stares at his former student who is now somewhat a version copy of himself when it comes to fighting styles.

“Do you tell the trio? Whom they are gonna be meeting?” The purple-haired questions, not seeing they would be willing to see a former classmate that so-called became a traitor in their eyes.

“No. They wouldn’t be willing to do it despite us being a tight spot right now when it comes to resources.” Aizawa answers, before ruffling his hair and keeping his eyes closed. He is stressed out and not having a lot of options. They are running low on adults that were pro heroes. They have lost many throughout the apocalypse. Many of them abandon their original mission to save themselves.

The apocalypse revealed the true heroes who aren’t for the money. They are a good amount of pro heroes who got captured by mafia groups to have power. Some of them show over time randomly at their doorstep after being spared by the mask individual Glitch. That’s the only information they are allowed to share about their interaction with Glitch.

Aizawa and the other leaders of the camp believe the individual took them close enough for them to walk to their camp. Aizawa suspects it is one of his former students whom he didn’t have any contract ever since the infamous incident. Majorly of his students calls them to be traitors.

“I still don’t get why we never told the truth about what actually happened that day.” The purple-haired male looks to the side to see Eri outside away from any harm playing with Kota.

“Hitoshi, It was a quick agreement exchange of keeping our mouths close and follow whatever story they want to make up. She swore to keep her word on securing your guys safe within her presence.” Aizawa applies pressure on his forehead to relieve the headache.

Aizawa remembering back to the U.A dorms where you are smiling and being a normal teenager. The image of that student whom he watched over for months became dark. She was no longer a child, but an emotionless shell of what she should be.

The lifeless eyes staring back at him, covered in bruises and blood that wasn’t her own. She was carrying unconscious Eri. You were bathed by your enemy’s blood. The remaining light of innocence in your eyes had vanished from existence. It only reveals just cold, calculated eyes that were staring at his soul.

“Aizawa.”

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