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nyan-koii · 4 years ago

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Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer hashira #kny hashira #tokitō muichirō #shinazugawa sanemi #shinobu kochou #uzui tengen #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kochou kanae #iguro obanai #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #hashira headcanons

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help-i-need-a-cool-username · 4 years ago

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Saw V8 C11

Omg i cant believe they still believed in him

"I used to wear this rank with pride, but now i see it for what it really is: a collar" AHHHHHHHH THATS SO POWERFUL WITHOUT HIM BEING A DOG FAUNAS AND THAT DOUBLES IT

Winter tackling Marrow to the ground and then deeping her voice to say shes taking him to the cells COULD NOT BE MORE STAGED im so happy

Really wanted like a close up of Winter releasing Marrow's bonds and him realizing that shes faking it but not knowing why

While im here are all Atlas uniforms sewed with magnets??? Like Winter just attached Fetch to her back no problem and she doesnt carry her weapon like that so? Like we know Blake wears a magnet backpack (how do Qrow's and Ruby's stay on tho? A belt is not strong enough)

Ruby's run was SO EMBARRASSING i accidentally watched it twice bc i rewinded to get a screenshot of Emerald for art refs

Did the Nora reunion go how i wanted? No. BUT IM STILL SO HAPPY. Ren acknowledging his failings and talking to them as a team and referring to them as a team IS MORE THAN MOST SHOWS WOULD GIVE ME and most would not of had Jaune there AND HE WAS

ALSO MOST SHOWS WOULD NOT ALLOW FOR THE INDIVIDUAL DEVELOPMENT NORA ASKED OF

Not to over use caps bc this whole post is caps but FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH

When people dont kiss it makes the scene stronger in my opinion. Idk kissing just feels like it dismisses everything or its like a shortcut to repairing relationships

Robyn reeling Qrow in YES THANK YOU

We havent seen much of her personally and im a bit excited bc theres so much fanfic of her and Qrow being like a duo but honestly we dont know much of her besides: hates lying, obsessed with the rich-poor divide, is caring enough to make horrible jokes to a sad stranger

YOU KNOW ITS WINTER AND MARROW IN THAT ELEVATOR

Actually what if its the Ace Ops ohhhhh

Watch it be Ironwood and all of Robyn's work is null

At first i saw Ruby hugging the banister and thought that was so unrealistic but then i remember me hiding out on the stairs with my forehead pushed into the hole between the bars and i took that statement back

THATS WHAT A RISK IS RUBY. ITS WHAT YOU LOSE WHEN YOU DONT WIN.

"thats what happened to Mom" *Yang proceeds to start bawling* YES

She wiped her face with her metal hand

1) Yang hugging Ruby was not something i knew i needed 2) YANG'S HAIR SQUISHED!! I hate hugs on this show bc the models are hard while bodies are soft and it makes hugs look awkward BUT NO this time it looked like Yang's body squished a bit and her hair smushed (i am aware it was prob a illusion of her jacket added with rounded shoulders and that her hair was moved behind her bc it has individual sections that can move because she has more "bangs" than the others but still)

PENNY

"Ruby stop me" NO

Ok everyone trying to hold her down was so sad but a really cool visual

I had NO IDEA that was Emerald's weapons and thought it had to of been like Willow or Klein having a secret weapon

So Jaune can really Aura Amp without touching them he just chooses to usually

"Kill me. Kill me" NO NO NO

Nora really was like "we've been through this Penny"

"Jaune! Boost her aura!" "You have a soul Penny, you're not a machine" *hand holding* *everyone hugging* MY HEART OKAY

Jaune held her hands for like a second did anyone else see that?? But Nora squeezing her hand while hugging her with the side of her body was so cute

Side hugs are great AND SO UNDERRATED i cant believe we got 3 this ep

Everyone sitting on the ground together was like a cinematic and metaphorical thing i know but IM JUST HAPPY THEYRE ALL HUGGING

Emerald ive never liked you but im starting to love your character

OZPIN APOLOGIZED

I love how its always Oscar reminding him of things

NEO VS CINDER NEO VS CINDER

I know its not happening bc Cinder is persuasive but i can dream

But seriously what is Watts doing

ALL-IN-ALL i loved this episode. Its was emotionally heavy instead of action heavy but it still felt heavy you know? Anyways i love it when characters are touchy-feely and this ep delivered

#hinacu rwby #rwby #renora #marrow amin #penny polendina #yang xiao long #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #jaune arc #i talked about them enough they deserved to be tagged

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 5 years ago

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Hidden Agenda II

Gif credit @angelreyesgirl

Tag list. @nocturnalherb16. @ilovetaquitosmmmm. @twistnet. @leaalfred. @mayans-mc. @baylishh. @jesseswartzwelder. @tranqs-main-mami. (I keep forgetting to tag you. I'm so sorry)

Warning: Murder, blood.

Angel watched his back during his everyday routine. It had been about a month since the bounty on his and the clubs heads were released. He's had one attempt but lucky for Angel his brother was there to help him out.

"You need to get out of town, go underground and hide out until this all blows over". Bishop told Angel. Bishop and the club haven't had an attack on them. It was just Angel that you wanted. He used and mentally abused you to take out your father. Now you were doing the same.

"This wont blow over. I'm not running away from my problems. If Y/N, wants to take me out she will have too because I'm not being scared of a little girl that thinks she a gangster". Angel replied, taking a seat at the table. Bishop wanted Angel to leave so he could smooth things over with you but Angel was stubborn.

"You're going to get someone killed or get yourself killed. Just take a week or so to let things cool off. No one will think you're running".

"I'm not. So if this is all I'm going to head out. I have somethings to do". Angel got up from the table. Bishop sighed, running his hand down his face.

"Then take someone so they can watch your back. You're not invincible. Theres a lot of people looking for you. Dead or alive". Bishop warned Angel before he stepped outside the door.

"Right". Angel chuckled, he thought this was a joke. But everyone around his knew this wasn't something to take easily.

"What about those two? You think they could be with her"? Ez asked his brother as they parked their bikes on the sidewalk.

Angel looked at the two buff fellows across the street. One was talking on the phone while the other sipped his coffee.

"Nah. Stop worrying. I'm fine". Angel took off his helmet and got off his bike.

"No, you're not Angel. Y/N, wants you dead. Do you not get that"? Ez followed Angel into the store.

"Will you stop? I know, she wants me dead. But I'm not going to live my life in the shadows because of her. So shut up and go away". Angel huffed, turning on his heel and going about his way. Ez shook his head and went a different direction.

While Ez, looked around waiting on Angel, he had to pee.

"Where's the restroom"? He asked the stocker down the aisle he was in.

"In the back, last door on the right".

"Thanks". Ez checked on Angel before he went. It's a store, nothing will happen in broad daylight, Ez thought as he went on his way.

As Ez was about to turn the hand on the bathroom door, he was grabbed from behind. A strong hand covering his mouth. Arms squeezed him as they drug him into the back of the store. Ez, tried kicking and clawing at the hand but it just tightened around his mouth.

"Well, well, well. Isn't the brother of Angel Reys". A womans voice took Ez by surprise as he stopped in pitch blackness. The hand and arms still wrapped around him.

"I see you've met Boris. He's my little helper today". The womans voice, Ez recognized. It was you.

"Msnndkeknsmskn". Ez tried to speak but it was muffled.

"What's that? I can't quite hear you. Seems the cat got your tongue". You laughed, taking out a knife, walking closer to Ez. Bringing yourself into the light.

"I want you to deliver a message to Angel. Can you do that"?

You saw Ezs Adams apple bob as he gulped. He nodded his head agreeing.

"I want you to tell him. How does it feel to find the one you love the most......dying"? You whispered in his ear.

Ezs eyes grew big as he saw you raise your hand back and stab him in the chest. The blade sparked in the light. Another stab landed in his chest over and over again. Blood splattered your face and Ezs. His life flashed before him.

"Oh, tell him I'll be coming for him next". You patted Ezs cheek before stabbing him one last time, making sure it went in deep.

Jerking the knife out of Ezs chest, Boris dropped him to the ground. His lifeless body just laid there. The two of you quickly hurried out of the store from the back and jumped into a unmarked car. Racing away.

Meanwhile, Angel finished his shopping and headed to the checkout.

"Have you seen a guy wearing this kutte? He went to the bathroom but havent seen him since". He asked the cashier.

"Havent seen anyone leave so he might be still in the bathroom. It's in the back down the hall last door right". The cashier rang up Angel's items as he went to check on his brother.

Angel got to the door and knocked. No answer. He jiggled the door handle and entered. No one was there. Angel rolled his eyes and was about to walk away but the black streaks on the floor caught his attention. He followed them to the double doors.

Angel pulled his gun and pushed the door. Angel's heart dropped as he saw his brother on the ground. He rushed over moving Ez to his back, gently.

"Oh fuck. Ez, you stay with me". Angel held his brothers limp head.

"No, no, no". Angel sobbed as he felt along Ezs chest, the stab wounds gushing blood.

Angel scooped up Ez and ran to the front.

"Call 911 now. My brothers been stabbed". Angel yelled to the cashier. A group of people surrounded Angel as he fell to the ground holding his brothers body. Tears running down his face. Blood covered his hands and shirt. Angel held onto Ez tightly, his body pressed against his.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry". Angel whispered to Ez.

The paramedics arrived, forcing Angel to let go of Ez. The paramedic did CPR and tried to resuscitate Ez but he had lost to much blood and his wounds were to deep. Angel had lost the only one that truly cared for him.

They loaded Ez in a body bag when the club arrived. Bishop rushed to Angels side.

"What happened"?

"She got him. She killed my baby brother". Angel wiped his nose on his bloody hand.

"I'm sorry, Angel". Bishop squeezed Angel's shoulder.

"This is fucked up. Why did she have to kill him"? Coco came running up to Angel as he just passed the body.

"She wanted me to feel the way she did". Angel's lip quivered. "I do".

"We're going to make this right. I'll call in everyone". Bishop started off. Angel shook his head.

"No. No one else is going to die because of what I did". He got up from the ground.

"We all made that decision. Not just you".

"I pulled the trigger". Angels voice was soft as he went outside. Seeing his brother being driven to the morgue.

Angel had only one thing left on his mind. He had to end this before other were taken away from him. He got on his bike and drove to the one he knew could end it all.

You knew Angel would show up at your place before the night was over. He couldnt take another hit on his club.

You chuckled as you walked down the sidewalk, seeing him pull up.

"Hello there, Angel". You greeted him.

He pulled of his helmet and started towards you.

"What's wrong? You seem upset, something got you down"?

"You killed my brother. The only person I cared about". Angel gritted his teeth.

"Did he give you the message? Or was it to late for him"?

"I want this to end. This between us needs to stop. I dont want any of by brothers to die because of what I did. I'm sorry, that I killed your father. I'm sorry". He cried.

"Angel, Angel. Now you know it's not that easy. They took their part in this as well".

"What can I do to make you leave them alone"?

"Nothing".

"Please. Don't do anything to them".

"Take out your gun". You told Angel.

"Then you'll leave them alone"?

"We'll see. First, let's see what you're made of".

Angel pointed his gun at you. You reached behind you and brought out your gun, pointing it at Angel.

Angel's mind raced, he knew if you killed him you may or may not keep your word. But if he killed you then someone will still be after him. It wasn't going to stop. But it had too. Angel gripped the trigger on his gun, his hand shaked.

You smirked as you gripped your trigger. Your hand firmly held your gun.

BANG!!!!

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sero-sphere · 5 years ago

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“Race ya’?” -Denki Kaminari (racing in the rain fluff)

Sorry I havent written anything in forever. I’ve just been out of ideas! I only really write when I’m inspired!

The other day @bakugotrashpanda wrote this amazing thing, and it reminded me of how Denki Kaminari would 100% run through the rain with you no matter what.

warnings: 1,500 words ; i cant write sex shit, so its always implied. my brain short circuits when i get to that part. this is just some self indulgent Kaminari fluff cause why not?

You looked up to the sky and laughed. “It’s getting darker and darker! We’re going to get soaked. 10% chance my ass!”

The pro hero behind you glanced up, then back towards you with the biggest grin on his face. “It will be just like high school all over again…. Race ya?”

“I bet you twenty, I can make it back before you!” You huffed to the blonde in response, you took off running through the city as it started to pour.

“Wait up! You got a head start!” He followed suit, keeping a steady pace not too far behind you. The two of you had been walking back from some charity event your agencies made you attend. It wasn’t supposed to rain, but here you both were.

It really was just like high school all over again. Back then, you had both worked internships in the same area, and would walk home together. Many times, you’d find yourself racing the whole distance back to the dorms in the rain. Clearly, you both didn’t know there was a thing called an umbrella, because you both never bothered to bring one. Really, thinking back on it…the two of you must have been lacking some serious brain cells because running through the rain did nothing to keep you drier either.

You made it back to your apartment just as the storm started to pick up, the two of you now soaked and out of breath.

“Why the fuck have we not learned to carry an umbrella?” You groaned as you turned to slap your door. “I won by the way.”

“I don’t even own one…” Kaminari said with a giggle. He was hunched over leaning his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

You turned your key and opened the door to your apartment, taking a step inside you motioned for him to follow. “Yeah, I don’t either! Come in, you’re not walking home in that! I’ll dry your clothes.”

“Thanks! I’m kinda hungry, you got anything good?”

“I don’t know, make yourself at home. I’ll be right back!!!”

You went to your room, shedding yourself of the sopping wet clothes you were wearing. You grabbed the first set of pj’s you found and threw them on. You continued rummaging through your drawers until you could find a shirt, and pants that would fit Kaminari.

“Stay in the kitchen, I swear if you get water all over my house I’ll kill you.” You could hear a faint laugh and a few footsteps leading back towards the kitchen before he responded.

“I’ll be a good boy…I promise.”

“Oh, you better be.” You finally settled on some old sleep shirt and some stretchy athletic pants.

“Is that a threat, Y/N?” He was standing in your kitchen, rummaging through your cabinet when you walked back out from your room.

“Hell yeah!” You shouted as you threw the shirt and pants at him, catching him off guard.

“I’m taking a quick shower, you can use the dryer for your clothes.”

Once out of the shower, you dried up and slipped on the dry pj’s you had thrown on from before.

You were still towel drying your hair when you walked back into the kitchen.

“I mean, I did say make yourself at home, but maybe I should have asked you for some rent money too? Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

Denki was standing there, in nothing but his boxer briefs, making pancakes.

“Heh, I’m making us pancakes! I didn’t wanna get your clothes all dirty.” He turned back towards the stove, concentrating on flipping the last pancake perfectly. The tip of his tongue peeking out perfectly from between his lips.

“Oh, thanks, is this my prize for my 4 year winning streak? I don’t think you’ve ever won, not even once!”

You moved closer towards him, and threw the towel you were drying your hair with, to his head, and started drying his. You were trying to avoid him dripping anymore water throughout your kitchen, but his wet footprints were already everywhere at this point, it didn’t matter.

“I could have if I wanted to.” He shot back, angling his head closer towards you so you could get the drips from his bangs.

“What do you mean if you wanted to? You didn’t want to win?”

“And give up the opportunity to watch you instead? Come on, you were always soaking wet…it was high school for God sakes. I couldn’t help it.”

“Denki Kaminari!” You paused, and stepped back to look at him questioningly. “Then what about today?”

He shoved a plate of pancakes into your hands, and pulled you over to sit down at the table. “Old habits die hard I guess?”

“These better be some damn good pancakes, Denki.”

You sat there, chatting with him, laughing as you thought back to today’s events. His pancakes were surprisingly really good. You still wished he would have at least put on a shirt. You were trying really hard not to let your eyes wander…but like Denki said ‘old habits die hard right?’ Did you still have a crush on him? His voice broke you from your train of thought.

“Did you see when that little girl accidently poked Bakugou right in the eye? He looked like he was crying…I’ve never seen him that soft before!”

You watched as he went to take a bite, and some of the maple syrup dripped onto his chest.

You stopped laughing and just stared for a bit, he seemingly didn’t notice as the sticky drop was now running down towards his nipple.

Kaminari must have caught you staring because before you could even say anything he spoke up.

“You good?”

Your cheeks had to be red by now, you could feel yourself growing hotter already.

“Uh…yeah you just have a little uhm, syrup…there.” You pointed to his chest as he looked down a bit. You reached out to wipe it off, instinctively licking your fingers to clean them from the sticky, sweet syrup.

“Oh, sorry.” You mumbled after you realized what you had done. You were a flustered mess at this point. He didn’t seem to mind one bit, if anything he liked to tease you. Proven true by his next course of actions.

“No it’s ok… I think I have a bit more there�� though.” He took his next bite, making sure to miss his mouth ever so slightly, parting his lips, as the extra maple syrup came cascading down his chin, dripping right down on his abs.

You brought your thumb up to smear the bit on the corner of his mouth. Right as you reached his lips, he opened them to lick at your finger. You pushed some of the dripping syrup back inside his mouth, letting your thumb sit on his tongue for a moment. You pulled it back only to grip his arms as you leaned down to lick the bit that had landed on his stomach.

You heard a whimpered “oh…shit….” from above you. His breath hitched as you trailed his chest, kissing and licking on your way back up. Making sure to clean as much of the syrup off of him as you could.

“You’re still all sticky” you said in a whisper as you licked over his lips, it took a moment for him to part them allowing you both to deepen the kiss. You pulled away after a while, and looked back at him, eyes now half lidded and lips plump, they still tasted so sweet.

Denki finally broke the silence. “I guess that pancakes were a good idea.”

“I think there’s maple syrup in my hair!” You called from the kitchen as you were getting re-dressed. Denki was just pulling his clothes out of the drier.

“Oh, I definitely do… hey can I ask you a question?” Kaminari sounded almost confused.

“Shoot.”

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” He walked back into the kitchen to look at you.

You paused…and thought before you answered him. Did you really want to tell him the truth?

“I guess I didn’t really want my feelings to get in the way. I had a really great time with you today, and I guess I kind of just went for it.”

Kaminari looked little worried. “What do you mean feelings? You like someone else.” His smile, ever so slightly fading. You decided on the truth.

“No you dipshit. I like you….I have since high school. I was so worried that I’d be just be another number to you, I didn’t want that.” You turned to put the plates into the sink. Anything to avoid looking at him, so you didn’t have to watch his reaction.

“I’d never think of you as ‘just another number’....not an ordinary one at least.” Kaminari had snuck up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer. Kissing at the already purple mark he had made, not too long ago, on your neck.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You glanced back up at him. His smile was so soft….

“I want you to be my infinity…”

#denki kaminari #Kaminari Denki #bnha kaminari #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #mha x reader

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endlessbrokenthoughts · 6 years ago

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Crush /Bang Chan\

Waring: Uh Heartbreak, fluff, angst and a same scene of Changbin :) (Honestly tho who knows what I wrote I was just in a Chan mood so help yourselves)

You thought hanging out with your friends would've of helped you a bit as you all danced your souls away at the new night club that opened a couple of days ago.But no. That could never happen especially when you were in love with your best friend.

Bang Chan

“Hey whats up with you?” Chan asks you as he sees you sitting alone yet again at the top of the bar. A frown was plastered on his lips as he looked over you.

Sighing you just wave him off like nothing happened. Even though nothing did happen you were just in too much of a bad mood to talk to him.

The cause of your bad mood being him.

You loved him. To much for a best friend if you get my drift.

‘He’d never love you back, have you seen him he’d never want you’

“Yeah i’m fine just bad day at work” You reply back taking your vodka into your hand ,gulping it down you put the glass back down onto the table before getting up. At this point Chan was watching your every move. He was worried about you.

“I’m going to head home” You say as you grab your purse, Chan pulls you into his chest giving you a tight hug before you left. If only he knew how much that hug hurt you, you felt the rush of sadness gush over you, pulling back you gave a quick smile at him before walking out.

Chan couldn't stop worrying about you all night, Couldn’t get rid of the thought that you were hurt.

Were you angry at him? Of course not he didn’t do anything to you?

Just as Chan was about to put his drink down and head home Chanagbin stopped him.

“Hey dude where y/n?” He asks, because usually your hanging off the side of Chan when ye guys go out, But not tonight, Tonight was different.

“Uh- yeah she headed home she wasn’t feeling it tonight?” Chan shouts over at Changbin as the music was too loud for him to properly hear.

“That’s weird she doesn't really end up like that when we hang out does she?” Changbin shouts back worry flashed over his face for a second or two before Chan replied back to him.

“Yeah i think ill head over to her house see if shes okay” Chan says pushing both of his hands into his pocket.

“Is that a good idea though?”

“What why wouldn't it be? I always go over to y/n’s” Chan says back confusion written over his face as Changbin chuckles at him.

“Your really dumb aren’t you?” Changbin snorts at him, he grabs Chan out of the night club behind him, they both stop outside the chill from outside making Chan wrap his arms around him.

“Im confused? Everything is so confusing tonight i cant thin-” Chan starts up soon shuts up as Changbin cuts him off.

“She loves you, you idiot” He says,

“S-she what?”

“Its pretty fucking clear, shes loved you for years bro how havent you seen it”

Has he seen it? I mean a couple of weeks ago she did start to get less affectionate, not many hugs, barley texts you, no kisses ont he cheek or any calls to the dorms anymore.

Y/N was becoming distant from Chan and it was all making sense.

“I-I have to go” Chan rushes out before he runs off in the oppoiste direction. He was planning on going home but home could wait he needed to see you. He needed you.

Y/N p.o.v

After tying your hair up in a pony tail and making your way to the sitting you, you throw on a movie sitting down for the night after the events of tonight disappointing you.

Beep! Beep!

Chan: u still up? (Sent 02:47 am)

Rolling your eyes you throw your phone beside you, your mind focusing ont he movie playing in front of you.

Beep! Beep!

Chan: I’m outside let me in :( ( Sent 02:49 am)

What is he doing?

“I swear that man doesn't have a brain cell to live my god” You grunt out before heading towards your front door, pulling it opened there stood the man you love.

“What are you doing here” You ask as casually as you could without him being suspicious of you.

Stepping aside, Chan walked in looking around your apartment before making his way to your couch.

“I didn’t wanna go home thought I could hang out here for a while” He says giving you that smile. The smile that makes your legs weak. All you could was smile back.

After about 2 movies in, you thought it was time to go to bed. Standing up you stretch your arms as Chan does the same.

“Alright i’m going to bed, you going to sleep on the couch?” You ask as you grab your phone from the side of the chair. Chan only looks up at you before opening his mouth and closing it straight after.

A frown makes it way onto your face, sitting on your knees as you kneel in front of Chan who looked like he was going to cry any second.

“Hey its okay don’t worry i’m here don’t cry” You hush at him as you wrap him in your arms, his head falling into the crook of your neck as tears fall onto your shirt, Chan never cries. The only soul purpose he was crying for was because he thought he was going to loose you.

“Chan baby whats wrong” You whisper to him, but as you spoke his crying only got worse. His grip on your waist tightens and you cant help but feel heartbroken seeing the boy you love cry.

“I love you y/n” He whispers as his tears keep rolling down his face.

“I know you do I love you too” You whisper back to him not understanding why ye were whsipering now but if Chan wants to whisper then everyone was going to whisper.

“Do you really?” He asks pulling back slightly to look at you. Shocked by his question.

“yes Chan of course I do your my best fri-” Your cut off as Chan pulls back completely.

“Then why did you do it” He asks, confused by his question you slowly stood up too, not understanding anything that was happening right now.

“Chan I don’t know what your o-”

“I know y/n I know you love me” He says in a small tone, the floor suddenly being more interesting to him as he spoke.

You could only gasp at that moment. He knew, he wasn't suppose to find out.

“I d-don’t know what your talking about” You reply back suddenly feeling sick, taking a sit on the couch Chan stood a couple of feet back from you as his eyes were glued to you.

“I might not be the most smartest person around y/n but I could tell tonight after you left, Changbin tol-”

“Changbin told you?” You asked , he could only nod at you before brushing a hand through his hair.

“He lied” you said the words coming out of your mouth also being a lie. Chan’s face fell as you spoke.

“Your lying” he says

“I-I’m not”

“Just tell me why you did it!” he asks

“Why did I do what” you ask giving a shrug of the shoulders.

“Lie to me and then distant yourself from me for weeks!” you couldn’t do this anymore you loved him but the though of you telling him you loved him. Wasn’t exactly what you were thinking. He was going to reject you.

“I’m asking you again y/n be honest with me okay just tell me why you did it!” He asks his voice going softer as he kneels down in front of you now.

“Because I fell in love with you! Okay!” You finally day.

The room went silent for a couple of minutes as you stared at your legs. You couldn’t look up and see the disgust on Chan’s face.

If only you knew Chan felt the opposite, he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest if he kept staring at you. After a while of thinking on the way over to your house Chan also realized he loved you too. So much.

“Say it” he says.

“Say what Chan”

“Tell me you love me” this time you look up at him. His gaze was still stuck to the floor.

Walking over to him you place your hand on his chin, tilting his head up to make eye contact with you, your heart thumped against your chest as he stared at you. The man you fell in love with all those years ago stood right here in front of you. Just like he always was, he was there for you. You made sure of that.

“I love you Chan” You say in a soft tone. He takes a deep breath in.

“I love you too y/n” He says back too.

“Always have always will” He finishes off before you know it his soft lips are placed gently on your own, this is what true love felt like.

“Maybe you should bring me on a date first?” You joke after pulling back.

“Its a date ill bring you somewhere fancy tomorrow I promise” He says his pinky finger going up as he does, his forehead leaned against your own.

Connecting your own pinky with his own his lips come down onto your own, smiling against the kiss you couldn't of asked for a better night and at this stage you couldn't ask for a better future with the love of your life.

#bang chan #chan imagine #christopher bang #stray kids imagines #stray kids soft hours #aussie line boi #chan fluff #chan angst #bang chan imagine #stray kids imagine #stray kids fluff

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shesawriter39049 · 6 years ago

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“Hands to myself” Taehyung Mini smut drabble

RANDOM AF..ALL SMUT..no real plot..I guess lowkey a fan hookup backstage before the show !? 1.2 k

UPDATE: This could kinda fall into my “VIP Treatment” series..even though I didin’t have that in mind when I wrote it..but it fits...

“Tae, baby-f-fuck” A chocked out sobb hiccuped from your chest, as your head and hand slap against the wall of his dressing room. He was told a good oh I don't know...5 or so minutes ago that he needed to start getting ready, yet here he was. His skilled fingers riding you towards your 3rd..yes 3rd release, they were fucking perfect...long enough to hit what felt like the deepest niche within your core. Yet they were thick, thicker than you expected..making you kneel out in pleasure the minute his knuckles disappeared between your lips. “God, you sound soo good calling me that” Kissing his way down the side of your neck, caressing each inch of your skin , you were sure your entire neck had to be a very interesting shade of purple by now. As he seemed to have made a home in the crook of your neck..marking you as his...even if it was only for tonight.”Your making it impossible for me to keep my hands off you,..you know that right?” There was a hint of smokeyness that melted into his voice as it brushed against your skin, letting your hands find there place in his hair. Another moan fell effortlessly from your lips, as you felt his teeth sink into the base of your neck. “Good,I don't want you to, they feel soo good…soo good baby” It was like he became addicted..addicted to how warm and tight your pussy felt clenching around his fingers. How effortlessly “Baby” rolled off your tongue in reference to him as he brought you to each of yours highs. How no matter how hard you came, how much your thighs were trembling...how wet his hand felt...or how weak your voice became..you still wanted more. Not afraid to push your body as far as it’s willing to go.

“Oh fuckk…” clawing your nails through the thin material of his tee-shirt as you felt that familiar feeling start to build in your stomach again. He hadn't given you time in between to fully come down, if he wasn’t fucking you open he was rubbing your clit and vise versa. Keeping you stimulated the entire time..at this point almost overstimulated,your thigsh havent stopped shaking and your clit was still swollen and throbbing yet you wanted more. Rocking your hips into the palm of his hand but this time the tension was far more intense than the others. Everything felt amplified, due to how sensitive all your nerves were, as he snaked his fingers in between your folds you could almost pinpoint exactly where within your walls he was. Even able to feel the metal of the 3 tiny rings that sat along his fingers..you felt everything! “Shit, Tae you need to stop..unless you want me to squirt all over your extremely expensive-oh god- jeans…” Everything was strained.. as you spoke you weren't even sure if he understood you in between the cries that swept in the middle of every word you tried to utter out. All the muscles in your body were starting to seize up, moaning out against the crook of your neck as his hand took a firm squeeze on your ass before bring it up to your jaw. Titing it down to make you look at him “Fuck, you can do that?” The eyebrow raise accompanied by the smirk..and the underlayer of excitement in his voice almost had you scared to answer that . It was clear he was more than up for the challenge and there was no way he hell he was stopping until you made a mess all over him. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip trying to muffle the cry that was teasing up your throat as slid a third..finger in...curling it upwards meeting the others...your heat pulsing against him even stronger now that he was three wide, knuckle deep. “If-If you can hit right spot then..yeah..yeah I can..” Smirking up at him through hooded lids as he brought his forehead down to rest against yours. Another moan escaped his lips at the sounds of that, sweeping his tongue against your bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth. Bringing his opposite hand to to slightly adjust your posture...taping your thigh so you could loosely wrap it around his waist..making you arch slightly off the wall. Keeping a firm grip around your waist as he guided you to rock your hips up into his palm. Helping him slide against you at a even deeper angle, the feeling became even more intense than it did only seconds prior which you didn't even think was possible. The cries forming in your throat got stronger even as the rolled against his tongue, they weren't close to muffled. “..And am I hitting it right baby? Are you going to come for me again? Make a even bigger mess all over my thigh?” Slurring his word against your tongue as he didn't fully break away from the kiss. You never in a million years thought you’d hear Kim Taehyung call you “baby”….nevertheless while his fingers were riding you through your 3rd Orgasim. And fuck, if it didn't sound damn good coming from that deep husky voice of his..not to mention the fact that he was practically moaning all of it against your tongue. More than evident how hard he was at this point, you could feel his length pressing into your inner thigh. Walls clenching automatically at just the slight brush of how thick this man was..you wanted him to fill you to the brim, but unfortunately there wasn’t time for all that right now. “Fuck yes..oh my god right there...please right there..” it was clear how close you were, from how uneven your voice was, a slight tremble residing in your throat. His fingers were edging your G-spot perfectly...continuously thrusting them in and out in at a rapid speed. His palm smacking against your lips every time..the sound of your wetness bouncing off the walls .

” Hmm...there baby?” You could feel the smirk in his voice, he was getting just as aroused as you were..accent becoming impossibly thick. He already knew the answer to his rhetorical question..from how hard you were clenching around him...already knowing he was right where you needed him to be. Not letting up until you gave him what he wanted, dragging his fingers along every inch of you heat.Suddenly you found yourself invuotetarlly squeezing him in place, almost unable to release the grip you held around him. Muscles spasming so tight he almost felt stuck for a minute. ”Oh fuck fuck fu--” instantly dropping your head to his shoulder..biting into his chest trying to muffle your sounds as it felt like your body was hurdling over itself. Knees actually buckling as a result of your orgasim being ripped form your body. If his arm wasn’t around your waist you probably would have hit the floor. You felt yourself dripping down his palm, onto your inner thigh..when suddenly your arousal hit it’s peek “Tae-fuck” your words were barely audible as they slurred against his shirt..your fluids felt as though they were almost forcing his fingers free. In that moment a growl that almost felt...primal erupted from his throat as you soaked his thigh “Fuck yes baby, good girl...good girl….” leaving faint kissing in your hair as he soothed his hand over your thigh. While you panted heavily into his chest...fingers still clinging to his shirt for dear life. Still slowly rocking his fingers in and out, causing your body to quake at every movement. “That..was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen...holy shit…” Whispering the praise into your hair..body to weak in the moment to respond. That’s when you heard a hard bang on the door...something mumbled in korean...which let you know he was probably getting cursed out and needed to get his ass ready….

You weren't sure what he said in response, as it was obviously on Korean but whatever it was it made the staff member walk away from the door. Yet he still hasn't pulled away from you let..giving you a minute to fully let your body come down. Well aware of how hard you just came, and how sensitive your entire body was as you were still shaking actually. Slowly sliding his fingers out..using your juices to gently rub light circles over your clit, while his other hand continued stroking your hip. Continuously whispering into your hair how good you did, how good you felt, the praise only making you more lightheaded than you already where. Once your breathing started to even out, you finally pulled your head back from him..bracing it against the wall.glancing up at him with full heavy lashes. A lazy smirk tugged on the corners of his lips at the site of how fucked out you were. I mean don’t get me wrong you still looked good it was just clear he wore you out and he ...loved every second of it...

“I-if you want..I can stick around and maybe you can try for number four with your dick this time?” Eyebrow quirked slightly at the implied question while your teeth grazed your bottom lip. A light chuckle left his throat, as he grabbed your hand..guiding you to slowly stroke his length through his jeans. Making sure you knew how hard he was, making it pulse a couple times while in your hold , simultaneously clenching your walls every time you felt him move. I guess that was his way of letting you know..you reallyyyyyy didn't need to question if he wanted you to stick around or not….

Love you guys as always,

Rocki

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spaceskam · 6 years ago

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Idk if you’ve seen the most recent druck episode/clip (SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT) but could you please write sommethibg where maybe David heard/saw Matteo having his breakdown??????????????? ❤️❤️❤️

okay this is a little bit different than what you asked but i hope you like it regardless

“He’s cute.”

“Trust me, I know.”

Laura smiled over to David who simply kept his eyes on Matteo. Some guy had pulled him onto the dance floor and he looked more than uncomfortable. And David watched. He knew how it felt to be uncomfortable in your surroundings while desperately trying to go along with it. It didn’t feel right to just ignore it in Matteo like everyone else seemed to.

But when one of the guys tried to touch Matteo, he quickly shut down. David felt his heart beat a little faster as he watched panic slowly began to pile in Matteo after he snapped at the guy who had stepped a little too close. He waited for him to just step away or for one of his friends to coax him to calm down, but neither happened. In fact, every single one of Matteo’s friends either gave him a confused look or didn’t even notice him at all. David stood a little taller, watching as Matteo fought through the crowd before disappearing behind one of the doors down the hallway. His anxious fingers tapped against his beer as he debated going to check on him. He decided it against it. The fact was, even though they had fun together, David hardly knew him. He was sure he wouldn’t be welcome.

Over the course of an hour, David had passed by Matteo’s door five times and tried to be casual when pressing his ear against it. Each time it was absolute silence and then he’d be pulled away by Laura or Leonie or Sara. The door seemed to have a gravitational pull that he had to stop listening to whenever the girls seemed to notice the pattern.

As the night pressed on, David kept glancing at Matteo’s door. He didn’t even expect it to ever open‒he just didn’t want to miss it if it did. David had stupidly watched Matteo since the first time he saw him weeks prior and he was aware of how capable he was at shutting himself down. Sometimes David felt a little lucky that he occasionally got something other than that out of him.

Tonight, however, he didn’t expect to get anything else out of him.

Weight piled on David’s chest when he saw Matteo’s friends banging on his door. They were shouting things as if any amount of naked women would lure him out. Did they not see how Matteo looked or did they just not care?

“Do you think he’s okay?” Laura asked softly. David didn’t respond, merely watching the door. Part of him wanted to single-handedly throw everyone out to give Matteo the alone time he clearly wanted.

But he didn’t have to when everyone got the idea themselves.

“I’m gonna stay back,” David told Laura as the apartment began to empty, absentmindedly beginning to clean up the kitchen area. “Gonna help clean up.”

“Mhm, sure you are. You’re just gonna clean?” Laura teased and David rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. He… he looked overwhelmed and I don’t think a fucking wrecked apartment would be any more comforting.” David chuckled. Laura’s bottom lip protruded in adoration.

“You’re so cute.”

“Haha, leave,” David said blandly. Laura merely smiled and reached up to give him a peck on the cheek before leaving along with everyone else.

Then there were two.

Or, one, really. David spent around 15 minutes alone just picking up here and there. He didn’t expect Matteo to leave his room and he honestly hoped he was asleep. With the way he looked, he deserved sleep. Not that he didn’t look great. David could just feel the discomfort that rippled off his body. He just wished there was a way to make him feel better.

Without much of a warning, the new silence of the room broke with the sound of Matteo’s feet shuffling into the kitchen. David watched him cautiously. Matteo looked like he hadn’t slept in days and his body glistened with a thin layer of sweat. He looked disheveled‒which was saying a lot when talking about Matteo. He looked like he needed a hug. David debated providing but decided against touching him. He didn’t want to make it worse. He understood not wanting to be touched.

“You look good today.” David tried instead. Matteo clearly didn’t believe him but stood closer regardless. David felt privileged. He didn’t push it, he merely wished he knew Matteo a little bit better so he’d know how to comfort him.

That desire amplified when Matteo looked like he was about two seconds away from crying.

David felt a little helpless as he tried to figure out what Matteo was feeling. He didn’t want to push or pry, but he also didn’t want to ignore it. Everyone else seemed content with ignoring him.

But then Matteo stared at him with a smile and he forgot he was trying to comfort him. Matteo was there and he was smiling at him and it was the first time he’d seen him smile all night. It was borderline addictive.

They leaned in closer and when their foreheads touched, David was blessed with Matteo looking more at peace than he had all week. The closer David got and the more he checked to make sure Matteo was okay with it, the more he heard his heart beating in his ears. He felt special, chosen. Matteo was allowing him to touch him‒he wanted him to. He trusted him.

So David went for it.

#druck #druck fic #skam germany #skam germany fic #davenzi #davenzi fic #datteo fic #datteo #matteo florenzi #matteo florenzi fic #david schreibner #david schreibner fic #1k word #my fic

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nctrenjunie · 6 years ago

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Seduced work ~ Doyoung (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Comment: I wrote half of this until 5am, went to sleep for three hours then I went to a friend to study, then I went home to write the other half and now I´m going to the gym. I´m gonna start writing the Jaehyun smut today when I come back!

Request:

“Meeting in 10 minutes.”

His soft but strict voice made goosebumps appear on your skin as he walked away from your desk into his office. You counted every minute before you stood up, taking some contracts with you before you finally made your way to the CEO's office.

With a slight bow you greeted your coworkers that went out of his office before entering and closing the big door. He smiled at you shortly before checking the windows to be sure that nobody could look through. You made your way to his desk in the middle of the office while he sat down on the edge of the desk. Standing in front of him he pulled the contracts out of your arms, putting them behind him on the desk before wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pulled you closer while smiling at you brightly. You closed your eyes, letting your forehead fall on his while letting out a sigh. Doyoung also closes his eyes, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“What's wrong baby?”

“I just missed you. You have been working so much because of the upcoming project baby. You should get some rest.”

“Don't worry baby, I'm good and the only thing I need right now is you.”

You chuckle at his remark letting your head fall down into the crook of his neck. Doyoungs hands move to your back and you feel his hands slowly stroking over your blouse. He presses a small kiss near your ear as you pull your arms up and over his shoulders. Moving your head you kiss his hands softly, parting away from his lips before pecking them again. The embrace Doyoung held you in tightened as he pulled you closer. You felt his right leg move between your legs, parting your legs a little so you could feel his knee and than his leg rub right against your core. You looked at him sceptic, trying to remind him that you are in the office and behind these closed doors there are still people working. Doyoung just looked at you with an innocent and needy gaze before his hands went up to your cheeks. Caressing them, Doyoung tried to convince your doubts with a slight pout before speaking up.

“With saying I need you I mean I really really need you honey.”

Now he buries his head in the crook of your neck, plastering sweet butterfly kisses on your sensitive skin. His hands move back to your waist as his kisses become a bit sloppier, trying to seduce into his needs. You close your eyes by the feeling of his tongue licking up your neck and his mouth sucking purple hickeys on your skin that you have to cover up with makeup and a scarf later. Trying not to fall to deep into the feeling you open your eyes.

“Stop seducing me Doyoung. You know I need you too but we just can't, what if they hear us. Let's just do it after work, at home.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes at your comment before nodding. Thinking the topic stopped you suddenly felt his leg rub against your core again. You looked at him, telling him with a glare to stop. Instead, Doyoung pressed your upper body closer to his chest, holding your waist steady. His leg kept on rubbing against your core, making you feel aroused more that you wanted to. You moved your hands onto his shoulders, grabbing onto his jacket, trying to silent the whimper you wanted to let out. Doyoung bugged his knee against your knee finally getting a small moan from you. You let yourself fall into his touch, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his chest as your tried to stop your moans from slipping out. One of his hands moved away from your hips, making his way to your pants. Opening your pants, Doyoung put his hand down your underwear, smirking satisfied as he felt your wetness. You felt his fingers rub over your slit before he rammed one of his fingers into your hole. You gasped out, bucking your hips against his hand as he didn´t move. You moved your right hand down, into your pants putting it on his. Trying to make his hand move with yours he chuckled.

“Doyoung I…”

“Darling you are so wet for me. I should be a good boyfriend for my baby and make her feel even better, right?”

Whimpers left your mouth as he started to move his finger fast in and out of your pussy. Adding a second finger your moans began to become louder. You shutted the noises from outside the doors out, focusing on hitting your high as Doyoung became faster. You opened your eyes as you felt him abruptly stop, smirking at you letting out a small laugh. You slapped his shoulder slightly, pissed at him for not letting you cum. Doyoung took his finger out of you, moving them up to his lips before sucking them slowly. Taking his fingers out of his mouth he led them to yours, putting them on your lips to make you suck them too.

“I would love to make you cum but first of all you may suck of my cock.”

You smirked at him, already planning to tease him. You were about to get down on your knees as a knock on the big door made you stop in your track. Panicking you hid yourself under the big desk before Doyoung sat in front of you, trying to hide the hard on you could definitely see through his pants. You heard the door open, hearing his secretaries voice. It seemed to be about the upcoming project so it might take awhile until you could get out of your hide place so you decided to do what you had to do. Moving a little bit forward you put your hands on Doyoungs thighs before slowly rubbing up to his pants. For now, there wasn't any reaction from him as he tried to keep his composure. Unbuttoning as silently as possible his pants you took his hard member out of his pants. He looked down to you for a short moment, trying to show you with his gaze to stop but you didn't care.

You started to bob your hand up and down his length, looking up at him before he looked back to his secretary. He left out a slight sigh, getting a remark from his secretary if everything is okay. He played it of, saying hes just a little tired. Positioning yourself on your knees you let spit fall onto the tip of his cock before moving your tongue teasingly over his cock. Doyoung started only to nod at his secretaries words, trying to compress his moans. You bobbed your mouth as deep as you could on his dick, feeling the tip of his cock at the end of your mouth. He started to tap his fingers on the desk, getting impatient while you started to get faster and faster. Doyoung felt his high approaching as pulled your mouth away from his cock, leaving him needy for his release.

“Fuck.”

Doyoung threw his head back into his neck, pulling his hands over his face. Realising what he just said he looked perplexed at his secretary. She looked back at him shocked, trying to understand the situation.

“Mr. Kim… what did you just say? I-is everything okey?”

“No...I mean yes, everything okay I just remembered I still have to look through these contracts.”

She nodded confused before making her leave to the door. Relaxing a bit as he saw his secretary leave she turned around again.

“Sorry Mr. Kim. Have you seen Y/N? I have seen her walk into her office but havent seen her since.”

You panicked at the sound of your name. Trying to check the safety of your hide place you accidentally banged your head against the desk, looking up to Doyoungs panicked face. Doyoung hissed, trying to act like he banged his knee accidentally under the desk.

“I- uh. Yes she brought me the contracts and then went to the cafeteria I think. I really have to keep working now.”

She looked at him suspiciously before excusing herself and leaving through the big door. Doyoung pulled you up on your hair, turning you around before pushing your torso down on his desk. His hand was still in your hair, holding you down while his other hand pulled down your pants and your underwear. Pulling down his pants you felt him rubbing his dick over your entrance.

“You little fucking whore. Sucking the CEOs cock while your colleague is talking to him. I will give you what you need.”

Doyoung rammed into you. Your eyes rolled instantly back into your head. You bit on your lips, trying to muffle your lewd moans. Doyoung didn't stop his tempo, keeping increasing his movements as he let out a loud groan.

“Fuck you are so tight for me baby. I wish I could stay longer into you but I'm so close to cum.”

Doyoung pulled you up on your hair, close to his chest. Wrapping his hands around your hips both of you felt your high approaching. Clenching your walls around his cock you came onto him. He held you close as you felt your body lose strength. With two last thrust Doyoung stilled into you, moaning into your neck before kissing it slowly.

Doyoung pulled out of you and you felt the cum drip down your legs. You shuttered a little as you felt a napkin touch over your legs, cleaning you up. Pulling up your pants and fixing your hair, you turned around looking at your boyfriend. You looked at him smiling, kissing his lips gently before taking some of his already finished paper work with you.

“I brought you the contracts to sign Mr. Kim. See you at home baby.”

Doyoung smiled at you sweetly before watching you leave his office as if nothing happened.

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starrywriting · 7 years ago

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touch

☞ bucky barnes

summary: after feeling the heart-wrenching pain of your lovers lips on someone else’s, you turn to icy blue eyes to soothe the ache that throbbed your body and pounded in your head.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, female pronouns (if you want specific pronouns, make sure to specify when you request!^^)

an: hi, im back with a full story and finally writing smut. (i havent exactly proofed read this, so bare with me)

words: 9.5k+ (i know, right?:0)

The ground was littered with the remnants of your overnight bag. A change of clothes, a travel sized perfume. The toothbrush you were meant to switch out last week because the bristles were old, and flared out. The contents dotted your hardwood floor as the ambient white-noise of Bucky’s forgotten music rang in your ears as a reminder to not let your tears completely wash over you.

You were sitting on the bed, nose red, and hands shaking. You were staring down at your open palms, a sort of distaste flowing through your taste-buds and sullying your once fresh mouth. You felt like vomiting. Nausea was knocking at your door; banging for you to open it and open your mouth to relieve the pressure that sat in your stomach in the form of today’s simple breakfast of cereal.

To say you felt disgusting was an understatement. You felt absolutely revolting. Your eyelids were scorched with the imprint of walking in on your boyfriend with another. Your ears were keening with the fragments of hearing their moans and groans intertwine in a sick melody of sinful lovers. You had given him everything. You had entrusted him to care for not only you, but your soul as well, but here you were… sitting on your bed, regretting ever laying your eyes on him. Here you were, feeling the ghosts of his fingertips dot your skin in a painful dance of pure repugnance. You hated him, and you hated yourself for allowing yourself to think you could ever truly love someone and earn their love in return.

You fell back against the bed, your eyes sticky and your cheeks pink. Your chest was heaving with gulps of air, but nothing seemed to soothe the fire burning inside your bones. Oxygen only seemed to power the flame to burn faster, hurt you longer. It was licking at your insides, and disintegrating what little bit of yourself you had left.

As if on cue, your sobs began again, and the door to your shared apartment with Bucky, clicked with the sound of the lock being undone with the push of the key into the keyhole, and the turn of a wrist to unlock the door.

Bucky was panting, gym bag in hand as he stepped into the apartment. His brows were knitted together when he heard the music still playing. He could’ve sworn he had turned it off, but then again, could he ever truly trust his mind again after everything he had gone through? His gym bag fell to the floor with a gentle thud, his protein powder hitting against his water bottle inside his bag. Small collateral damage. To say he was exhausted, was an understatement, and to walk into your shared apartment to find it empty, disappointed him.

His entire reasoning for moving from the teams' headquarters and into a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment with you, was so that he no longer had to spend time alone. Since the day he walked into the compound, there was no denying the sort of… string that was pulled taut between the both of you. Day after day, week after week, that string grew shorter and tugged you both closer the harder it tugged. Months passed, and here he was, missing your presence.

He hated to see you go, more so if he knew you were leaving to spend time with your boyfriend. Bucky wasn’t the jealous type, and while he knew you were truly, nothing of his, he couldn’t help but feel a protective wrench at his insides. He constantly wanted to have you close, and keep you from harm's way. He had gone through so much; too much even. The last thing he wanted was for your eyes, ever so full of life and bright, to dull into nothing but glazed over iris’s that hated the world.

Bucky knew better than to indulge in the thoughts in his head. At times, he found himself staring down at your lips as you talked. He held a curiosity about intimacy, but it was only ever sparked around you. It was like a gentle voice that attempted to coarse him into telling you his deepest thoughts, and darkest emotions.. and as time passed, he felt himself, too, wanting to open up to you… but then you announced your relationship, and Bucky found himself alone, staring up at the ceiling of his room, wishing he could look over, and be looking into your sleep-induced features. It was truly tragical. A tale painted, from the start, with hues of blues and blacks. Destined for darkness and sorrow. Somber; and starved from the light in the world. Unrequited love.

When Bucky made moves to enter the apartment, he immediately grabbed the hair tie from his wrist and used it to tie his hair up in a loose, two looped, bun. His shoulders visibly slumped, and he let the familiarity of the scent in the apartment, and the ambient feel of it all, soak into his pores deliciously slow. Every day, he left the apartment at eight in the morning to train with Steve for two hours. Every day, he jogged to and from the compound, no matter how tired he was. In the past, you joined him during those training. Begrudgingly, but you’d join nonetheless. You would eat your breakfast of some fruit, and cereal, while he chugged down his chocolate protein shake and a banana, then you’d both jog to the compound as a warm-up—but then you met your boyfriend, and Bucky found himself drinking his protein shakes alone and jogging alone. He found himself making excuses up on the spot when Steve asked why you were absent, even though you didn’t ask him specifically to cover for you… and he found himself collectively getting more and… more envious maybe? Annoyed possibly? He found himself growing more and more bothered by having to watch you leave for a date, rather than train for the team; he never brought himself to say anything, however, and he just opted to be a friend.

Bucky instead, helped you out when you asked what dress you should wear to a date, or what you should say when your boyfriend was upset with you. He comforted you whenever your boyfriend would send you home, upset and puzzled with emotions.

Bucky made a silent vow to always put you back together, every time you came back from your boyfriends’ place, a jumble of pent-up emotions and frustrations.

Deep down, Bucky was certain your boyfriend didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to hold your hand or kiss your cherry lips. He didn’t deserve to look into your eyes and see the stars align inside your iris’s. He knew your boyfriend didn’t deserve to hold you, he didn’t deserve to hear the three simple words, that if you told Bucky, would make his world collide against cosmos and he would see the stars. Your boyfriend didn’t deserve you, and when Bucky began growing the courage to confront you and tell you just that, that you shouldn’t settle, he found himself questioning if he, himself, deserved you, because if he didn’t, what was the point of speaking up? Most of the time, the answer was no, Bucky didn’t deserve you, and that alone was enough to shut him up, and watch from afar as you loved someone he was certain, didn’t love you back.

Bucky felt his skin prickle in surprise when he walked down the hall, past your room, and he caught sight of your plaid dress, and curled up legs that were clad in the same black knee highs you had left in that same morning, claiming you and your boyfriend were going out for a walk in Central Park.

Bucky meant to compliment you when you waved a last, gentle goodbye over your shoulder with a soft smile. He meant to tell you just how lovely your supple skin, matched with the navy, red and green lines on your dress. He meant to tell you that your hair looked heavenly, and your choice of light makeup made your face look ever so angelic and gentle, but instead, he merely mumbled a low goodbye, banana still in his mouth, and his words still lodged in his throat as he watched you walk out into the morning air.

Bucky took a few steps back and placed a hand on the wooden frame of your door. He peeked his head in, expecting to see you laying on your bed reading, or texting. He figured that maybe your date had just been canceled and that was that… But when he walked in and saw the way you were staring blankly up at the ceiling, he froze. When he watched as your cheeks glistened with tears, and your chest heaved with slow, ragged breaths, he pushed past your doorway and made his presence known. “Y/N?” He spoke soothingly, his voice vibrating his chest as he whispered. “Hey, its okay—its just me.” He approached you at a snail's pace, expecting you to curl away from his sudden presence, but when your eyes met his, he knew that even if you pleaded on your knees for him to leave you alone, he wouldn’t. You being alone in the state you were in, would be the worst for you. He needed to help you; help lift your spirits, and aid you in guiding you back towards yourself again.

Bucky felt as if he was staring at a wilted flower. A flower so deprived of nutrients that it cried out in pain, a flower that had never seen the sun, or felt a drop of water. Bucky reached out, and sat next to you on the bed as you sat up, and curled your legs up against your chest. He knew that sometimes in situations like these, in moments were someone walked in on someone else at their most vulnerable, sometimes that person plainly just wanted company. They wanted to feel that warm presence that mimicked the feeling of coming home after a long day. The warm, fuzzy feeling that dots your skin when you kiss someone for the first time. A warmth that manages to whisper in your ear that everything was going to be okay, even if at the moment, everything was crumbling and dissolving. Even if around you, it felt like everything was falling into an abyss; becoming evanescent and lost. Bucky wanted to be that warmth for you, just like you had been for him, since the beginning, when he first joined the team.

Bucky hesitated before he let his bionic arm hand reach out, and wrap around your wrist. He tugged softly until your eyes met his and you realized that his intentions held all the tenderness they could. He moved your hand away from your face, and away from your eyes, ever so swollen with the remnants of a broken heart and shattered being. Bucky’s body was buzzing with a want, a want that made him feel the urge to question, why? Why were you so upset? Why were you alone? Why did he feel like this all… was because of your boyfriend? He was keening inside, clenching with a thirst for knowledge about the situation unfolding right in front of him, but he held back from interrogating, and instead, moved both your hands down towards your side before he let his hands settle against your cheeks. His thumbs brushed away your tears before they got a chance to lick at the skin of your cheeks and tint them a sorrowful, faded pink. His fingerprints were now engraved against your skin.

You looked up at Bucky, his touch feeling ever so familiar and gentle. You felt that lingering sensation on your skin that made you question if Bucky’s touch was the one that was meant to constantly be on your skin. It made you wonder if maybe Bucky had been the missing piece all along. Your gaze peered into his, and you watched as his cerulean eyes grew ever so compassionate.

The touch of his skin against yours made a slow pulse whorl through your body. The stark contrast of his metal limb against your burning skin proved to ignite something inside of you. It awakened something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You knew you were crying. You could feel the sticky tears fall freely and greedily from your eyes, only to get caught, and soaked up by Bucky’s touch. You instinctively leaned into his touch, and let yourself find comfort in his hands. You needed all the comfort you could get. You were traumatized by what happened, and you were just barely allowing yourself to wrap your head around it. Seeing your boyfriend—well now ex, having sex with another was perturbing. It made you blind with a sort of.. wet rage. An anger the surged through you and made you want to curl into yourself and cry. A rage that seized your words, and lumped them all up in your throat until you were left a blubbering mess. A frustration that was pent up, and pulled so tight, that upon walking in on your lover with another, his hips slapping against hers while they were both enveloped in the blanket you had given him as a random gift not even two weeks back... It was a frustration that loomed over your shoulders and made you rip the necklace he had given you on your one year anniversary, right off your neck the instant your brain processed the sickening rendezvous in front of you. You could still hear the crushing of the gem under your boot, and you could still hear your boyfriend calling out your name in meek attempts to bait you back into loving him. As if seeing him groan out the same pet names he called you when you had willingly given him your virginity, wasn’t traumatizing enough.

You swore you could still feel his fingertips linger against your skin. You swore you could still feel his lips pressing against your skin. You could feel the remnants of his touch still ghost against your being, and you wanted nothing more than to relieve yourself of that weight, even if it meant you had to scorch away his marks with a fire that seemed wrong—but ever so deliciously, mouth-wateringly right.

“He was- was with someone else, Bucky.” Bucky tilted his head in momentary confusion. His brows were knitted together in confusion, but when your eyes held a silent plead for him to understand because you didn’t want to repeat yourself… It all dawned on him. His hands froze against your cheeks, and his jaw ticked with a clench of his molars pushing against each other. “I walked in on them-“ Your words faltered, and the break in your voice echoed in Bucky’s ears, and he felt himself repeating your confession over and over again.

He found himself questioning if he had heard you right. He didn’t understand what was happening, he couldn’t comprehend why someone would do that to you of all people. You were the kindest person Bucky had ever laid his eyes on. Your movements were always cradled with care, and everything you did, or said, held such a tender fluidity to them.

Bucky pulled you close to his chest, his arms enveloping your frame in a warm embrace. He could feel your hands shake against his chest, the warmth of your palms sending bursts of unfiltered emotion through his skin and into his veins. “I gave him everything Buck… I gave him—everything.” Your voice was muffled against Bucky’s chest, but he still heard you clearly, and he understood everything just as easily too. The thought made his blood boil with an anger that he had been hiding for too long. He was surging with crashing waves of ruby rage, and he wanted to punch the man who had caused you so much pain, so much humiliation.

His grip on you tightened, and his chin rested on top of your head. His chest was now heaving with slow, deep gulps of air, and his hands were splayed against the small the of your back in attempts to keep himself at bay with his sudden emotions. If he could feel you next to him, he knew it would stop him from doing anything brash, because when it came to you, he always seemed to struggle with keeping everything under control.

Time ticked by, and the both of you sat still. Your head against his chest, and his body holding yours, cradling you in hopes that it would soothe, and maybe even heal your fragmented soul. Neither of you knew how much time passed, and even though you had a clock at your bedside table, neither of you bothered to turn and look at it. Time wasn’t a priority, time wasn’t a worry.

You pulled away from Bucky first and sat up on your own again. Your muscles ached from sitting still for so long, but nothing seemed to compare to what you were feeling inside. You pulled two hands through your (y/h/c) locks and sighed. Your eyes momentarily flittered shut, and your hands lingered in your hair, fingers still laced in strands of your hair. “I feel disgusting.” You admitted lowly, ducking your head to avoid Bucky’s lingering gaze, but after mere seconds, you found yourself opening your eyes and gazing back over him, eye brimming, spilling even, with the bottled up emotions you held inside yourself.

“Oh-uhm, do you want me to run you a bath?” Bucky questioned warmly, his voice cushioned with gentle reassurance to ensure you knew you had something to fall back on if you were to break down again.

“No- not that kind of disgusting… I just- I feel disgusting,” You repeated, hoping Bucky would understand, but then again, you didn’t even understand yourself. “It’s like I can still feel him all over me. It’s repulsive… I want to forget him.” You whispered, looking down at your open palms again. It was almost like you were waiting to see the silhouette of your boyfriend's hand holding yours. You could feel the weight of his hand, fingers laced with yours, all you needed now, was to see what you kept feeling. “I want- I need to forget him.” You softly pleaded into the air of the room, eyes now trained on a specific plank of wood that almost looked like all the others that lined the flooring of your bedroom, but it wasn’t the same. “Help me forget.” You suddenly blurted after a pocket of bubbled silence washed over both you and Bucky.

Bucky’s eyes never left your frame, his eyes watching as your demeanor constantly fluctuated into different spectrums of emotions. He was hoping to keep up with everything you were feeling, but he was finding it harder than he perceived. His lips parted in surprise when your head suddenly moved to glance at him, and while he had been listening, it wasn’t intently. Your voice was muffled to his ears, so it took him a few blinks, and furrowed brows until he truly understood what you said, although your statement still brought along another string of confusion and questions. Forget? How? How was he meant to help with that? “How am I meant to help you forget?” He questioned, his eyes flickering between both of yours in attempts to fish for an answer—but he had no luck in finding one.

“Help me just—forget everything about him. I don’t want to ever think about him..” You pleaded softly, uncurling from yourself as you let your arms loosen around your knees, and your legs stretch out until they dangled down from the edge of your bed. You stared at him, taking in his expression in a mimic of the way he was taking in yours; intensely, hoping to memorize every detail. You shifted in your spot on the bed and turned to face him, legs now tucked underneath you as you reached out to touch his cheek under your fingertips. “Replace his touch… with yours.” You whispered, your eyes never leaving his as you scooted closer to him, your knees now touching his.

His stubble prickled under your fingertips, and his skin felt warm under your usual cold fingertips. “I can’t.” Bucky finally spoke up, and you felt your lips twitch down into a soft frown. Your eyes searched his for a reasoning, but he seemed adamant in not giving you one.

“Why?” You whispered, your hand slowly faltering against his cheek until it completely fell from him and settled back against your lap.

“You’re hurting, Y/N. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that—you’re not in the right mindset… let me help you in another way..” He suggested softly, and you felt yourself reaching out again, now both your hands cradling his cheeks.

“No, James. I’m sure of this… please.” You implored slowly, hoping to convince him. No matter how badly you were hurting, there was no denying the feelings you had towards Bucky. They were always there, always prominent, but you never acted on them. From the start, when your (y/e/c) eyes met his slate ones for the first time, you knew something would bloom between the both of you, you knew you’d grow to like him more than a teammate, more than a friend, but after getting to know him; his darkest demons… you believed it was best to keep things platonic between the both of you, for his sake. Now you were realizing that that decision, was a mistake. It should’ve been Bucky all along. It should’ve been Bucky who held your virginity and cradled your secrets. It should’ve been Bucky holding the most intimate parts of yourself. You had been blind, and forget to ask yourself what you wanted. You jumped into a relationship blindly, thinking it would cure your demons and help you forget your feelings for Bucky, but it didn’t, it only caused you to dwell with more demons, and long for a life with Bucky at your side as your lover, instead of your ex, who wounded you so badly. You had to right all your wrongs. This was your chance.

“Okay- I just… Okay. I’ll help.” Bucky gulped, his movements hesitant. Bucky didn’t feel unsure of this all because he didn’t have feelings for you, no, it was because he had feelings for you. Even if you wanted him now, that didn’t cover tomorrow, or the next day. It didn’t clarify your feelings for him, it only made the water murkier, and he wasn’t too sure that he would be able to act as if nothing happened after a shared moment like the one you were asking.

In the past, sure, Bucky would’ve had no problems with a one and done. He would’ve been happier with just a simple, no strings attached act… But now, after everything he’s been through, ‘simple’ acts like these weren’t so simple anymore. He valued all the affection he received. But even so, he still found himself agreeing to help you.

Bucky watched as your eyes sparked with a sort of… excitement towards his agreement. He let you scoot closer before he let his hands settled against your waist. His hands were gentle with you, and when you leaned in so your forehead was pressed against his, he felt himself gulp. Bucky had pictured a moment like this, a moment with you, one too many times, and now that it was becoming a reality, all he could wish for was for this moment to hold just as much depth, just as much emotion, as he had daydreamed about in the past.

His gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes, his gaze silently asking for permission, to ensure you were okay with this all. When Bucky felt you nod against his forehead, his hands moved upwards, ghosting against your sides, and arms until his palms were cradling your neck, thumbs tracing your jaw.

Bucky watched as your eyes fluttered shut when his lips brushed yours, and just that touch alone sent bursts of vibrant colors to cloud over Bucky’s vision. He leaned in further until your lips pressed against his, and his body leaned forwards, already baited into loving the feeling of your lips moving against his. His fingertips moved upwards until they reached your hair, and he pulled you closer against him.

The kiss was slow and intimate. A sensual, long-awaited touch between two clueless lovers that still, even now, with their lips touching, weren’t sure if the other liked them back just as boldly as they liked them.

Bucky made sure to keep his movements slow, and you were grateful for it. You wanted to feel him touch you, you wanted to feel his hands, instead of the ghost touches of the man who had broken your heart.

Bucky nipped at your lip, letting the silent gasp that slipped past your now parted lips allow him to slip his tongue out to brush against yours. Everything about the situation was magical. It was filled with vibrancy, and care. It held a tenderness and blanketed the both of you under a fuzzy warmth that grew and blossomed goosebumps on both your skins’ before that same warmth settled in both your stomachs’ in gentle, desire oriented arousal.

Bucky moved against your mouth until he began trailing kisses downwards. His lips moved against your skin. A kiss to the corner of your mouth, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, and tickle you until a blush was dusting your cheeks a warm tinge of the color salmon. A kiss to your jaw, multiple kisses to your jaw. Each holding unsaid words, that Bucky hoped would convey into the tenderness of each of his kisses, and soak into your skin so you could feel his ever-growing emotions that were all deeply rooted for you.

His lips left opened mouthed kisses along the base of your neck, and he hesitated against your pulse point before he gave into his own pleas and pressed a bold-stripped lick against your erratic pulse. The act earned a gentle whimper from your parted lips, and he hummed in satisfaction. He couldn’t deny that he didn’t adore just how responsive you were to his simple touches and kisses.

Bucky’s hands untangled from your hair, and they moved downwards, past where your chests touched until they splayed against the small of your back. His flesh palm hot against your clothed skin, as his bionic arm sent a shiver up your back. Even though the fabric of your simple sundress, you could still feel him. “James,” You whimpered, lulling your head back as your hands curled into his hair, completely pulling it out of the loose bun it once resided in. You were washed over in pure ecstasy, and you were keening under every touch he placed on your body. He treated you so fondly, so warmly. He painted you in gentle hues of lavender, oranges and blue. He presented you with everything beautiful in a human, and all he had done was kiss you.

A string of long, angelic whines fell from your cherry lips when Bucky pressed his plush lips against the base of your neck, the stimulation of his lips against that one specific spot, sending you in a frenzy of aroused stimulation and closeted desire.

Bucky laid you back against the bed ever so slowly, and delicately. He cradled you warmly and allowed you to shift against the bed as you gazed up at him with hooded eyes before he leaned down once more to entrap your lips against his all over again. This time, his touches held a silent urgency. A gentle plea for more, and you were more than happy to allow him to indulge in his desire. Your hands ghosted against his chest, still clad in his workout gear, but even with a shirt on, you could still feel his solid muscles, that rippled his skin with every movement he made to feel closer to you. You hooked your fingers on the bottom of his shirt, and he pulled away from your lips with a deep, warm sigh. His eyes met yours, and he flashed you a gentle smile, urging you to discard his shirt from his body if that was what you wanted.

You tugged upwards, and he aided you in pulling the article of clothing off. His skin was hot under your fingertips, and you watched as his muscles rippled against your opened palm while he threw his shirt somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom.

Bucky watched through hooded eyelids and you leaned upwards and kissed his skin. He hadn’t expected that. He had expected you to stare at his newly exposed skin, eyes wide when your gaze eventually settled on the skin that was flared a ghastly pink; where the Bucky he was, met the killing solider he was forced to be. Where skin met metal.

Bucky sighed when you pressed butterfly-like kisses to his scaring. Only you would hold such compassion to act tender towards the single physical thing that still tethered him to Hydra. Only you, could reach out, and ghost a fingertip against his skin and brush away all his insecurities. He let you linger for a few more moments, before he reached, and cupped your chin, moving you back upwards so your lips now, ghosted over his.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his lips continuously brushing against yours in the fragmented collection of multiple kisses. He nudged at your legs, which you so trustfully parted so he could situate his hips against yours. His pelvic bones pressed against yours, and when he finally allowed his lips the delight of meeting yours again, he also allowed himself to indulge in the act of rolling his clothed pelvis down onto yours. The moan that slipped past his lips, and onto yours, resonated in his chest. He pulled away from the short kiss, wanting to catch a glimpse of the desire that was ever growing in your eyes.

Bucky was enchanted by your gentle moans, the sounds slipping past your parted lips mimicking that of honey. Ever so rich, ever so delectable. He continued his movements against you, enthralled by the feeling of pleasure that continuously shot through his body like lightning bolts of that only Zeus could produce. The room was already so heavy with craving, and lust- induced pleas, it was sickeningly delicious.

“Bu-cky..” You mewled out, the arousal pooling inside of you proving to be too much. You needed relief, you needed something to quench the thirst for Bucky that was burning inside you. “James, please..” You groaned out, throwing your head back in frustration.

Bucky was blinded with lust and was savoring each roll of his hips that he moved against you, each glide bringing forth a warm wave of pleasure in its wake. He was basking in pure euphoria, and your groans and mewls fuelled the fire more. He leaned down, pressing kisses to your neck as you leaned your head back against the pillows. He nipped at your skin, his teeth grazing over your collarbone until they bit down on the protruding bone, which earned him a soft moan from your between your lips.

He pulled away from you, sitting on his knees as he kept his hands on your hips. His eyes met yours, and he smiled again, only this time, the smile held more than just gentle reassurance. It held a soft warning, a never voiced, ‘just wait for what’s to come’.

Bucky grabbed a hold of the end of your dress before he began bunching it up in his hands and lifting it up and eventually, off your body. Under other circumstances, you were positive you would’ve been shivering because of all your newly exposed skin. But the look in Bucky’s eyes… it kept the fire of desire that was licking at your interior, ever so strong and fast growing. You looked up at him, and bit down on your lip, hands reaching out for his. Your palms open as Bucky smiled again, his lips lifting in a tender, soft smile as his hands met yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N..” Bucky breathed, situating himself back between your legs, his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He admitted, smiling again when he noticed the peach blush that dotted the skin of your cheeks and across the bridge of your nose.

He kept his hands laced with yours as he begun trailing down again, his lips ghosting past your neck in teasing, unplaced kisses until his mouth lingered above the newly exposed skin of your breast that curved ever so delicately. He licked his lips before he pressed a warm, opened mouth kiss to the skin. He unlaced a hand from yours and moved it behind you until it reached the clasp of your bra. Bucky glanced up at you, but your eyes were closed as you relished in his touches, so he merely placed another kiss against the tops of your breasts, before he unclasped the article of clothing.

Bucky moved his free hand back out from underneath you, the warmth of his flesh doing nothing to soothe the ache you felt inside. Nothing seemed to control the fire growing inside you, except for relief. Orgasmic relief. You let out a grunt and moved your freehand to tug down the straps of your bralette. You couldn’t keep at bay with your arousal anymore, you needed him.

Bucky found himself smirking at your neediness, and he grabbed a hold of your bra, pulling it off of you in a single swipe, which in turn, aroused a long, delicate sigh to sound from your mouth. He immediately lowered himself down, both his hands now gripping your waist as his eyes devoured the sight of seeing you so exposed. He glanced up at you, before he leaned down, and licked at your nipple once. Your bud was already erect, but he could still feel it harden more against the newfound warmth of his mouth. He encircled your breast and sucked on your supple skin.

Your hands immediately tangled into his unruly hair, and you threw your head back with an accompanied long moan. The sensitivity of your body was at a new high, and in all reality, you wouldn’t be surprised if the action of Bucky nipping and sucking at your nipples would be enough to send you over the edge. You were aroused to the point where it was painful.

You carded your hands through his locks, eventually just savoring the feeling of his kisses and nibbles, rather than basking in the need that was pooling in your stomach in painful, longing clenches.

Bucky trailed further down now, figuring that he assaulted your breasts long enough. He held your hips down onto the bed as he ghosted further down, his tongue trailing with his lips until he reached the start of your lacy panties. He looked up at you through his lashes and hummed when you pulled your hands through his hair once more, your nails scratching against his scalp this time. He pressed a few more lingering kisses to the skin of your stomach before he snaked both hands to hold down on your hips and thighs.

His head dove between your legs, and he pressed a gentle kiss over your throbbing heat. You moaned softly, the noise getting hitched in your throat. You wanted to throw your head back in bliss, but you stopped yourself, wanting to see every movement Bucky made against you instead.

Bucky licked at your clothed heat, stiffening his tongue as he used the tip to circle over your clit. That act alone sent overwhelming pleasure to course through your body, and you had to grip at the bedsheets to stay grounded. Any soft sort of friction seemingly was pushing you closer and closer to your release. Bucky hooked his fingers on the elastic band of your underwear, before he slowly slid them down your legs, his mouth following the movement and pressing gentle kisses down your legs. He tossed the lacy underwear over his shoulder once he pulled it off completely, and he glanced up at you, smirking softly at the desperate blush that was heating your cheeks. He began kissing back up your legs until his mouth danced against the elastic of your knee highs. He licked at your skin and snapped the elastic against your thigh before he trailed back up, his hot, drawn-out breaths now fanning against your core. His eyes, however, stayed glued on you, and you made sure to follow his gaze as well, the lust that adorned his eyes proving to only pool the arousal between your folds even more.

Finally, Bucky dipped in between your legs and licked a bold stripe up your folds, groaning against your glistening heat. “Fuck..” He cursed, barely above a whisper as he held you down harder, ensuring you had no way to move against him. He wanted to take his sweet time in working you through your first, long drawn out orgasm. He lapped at your slick and savored the taste of your sinful desire. Never before, did he ever think he’d be doing this, much less with you. Never did he imagine that he’d have this view of you, everything exposed, and ready for him to touch. It was ever so stimulating, and his cock was continuously throbbing, and dripping with precum in hopes of, oh, so sweet release.

He used his index finger to pull back the hood over your clit, before he licked at the sensitive bud, humming in response to the string of curses that spewed past your lips in delectable, savory pleasure.

He sucked at your throbbing bud, hoping to ease you of the cramping pressure of release that pushed at your stomach. He sucked against your bud, swirling his tongue against you as he loosened his bionic arm from around your waist, and instead, moved it in between your legs, slipping a cold digit in-between your folds.

You were a mess of moans, and mewls. Whimpers resonating from your chest, and your hands gripping at your bedsheets as he worked you with his tongue, and eventually a finger, then two. Your walls clenched around him, your arousal lubricating his metal digits until they curled into you with ease, the only feeling bubbling in your stomach now being your undeniable urge to let go. You gasped when Bucky curled his fingers and brushed your g-spot, the new found pleasure tantalizing your release until you were a writhing mess of need. He was continuously lapping at your clit, and repeatedly curling his fingers to touch you right where you needed him to. His fingers already stimulated your clit, his touch sending the jolts of orgasmic pleasure straight to your clit, but now, he was working you both ways, and you were completely unraveling. “James!” You gasped, throwing your head back against your pillows at you gripped at your sheets all over again. “Oh god, yes.” You moaned, finally letting your orgasm wash over you.

Your jaw was slack with moans flowing out from your lips. His name seemed to be the only coherent word that was engraved in your mind, and your skin was burning with the heat of the continuous lava-like waves that were drowning you in heated desire. You had never experienced an orgasm quite like this.

You could see stars dot your vision as you threw your head back in unfiltered, orgasmic pleasure. You could feel your body keening for more, and your legs were shaking under Bucky’s touch. It was as if the planets had aligned like a star had been born with the explosion of pleasure; the burst in your being. It was a fresh summers breeze that brought along the warmth of the summers scent and flowers aroma. It was a thunderstorm, raining down on you in giant, rumbling drops of water. It was everything, yet not enough. You were already craving for more pleasure the second his mouth left your clit. You swore he was some sort of incubus, a sort of sinful thing created in the depths of pure, sinful desire because this was just ungodly. Everything about the sensation was overwhelming, and you swore it was something like magic—but when you opened your lust-filled eyes and met the cerulean blue eyes of Bucky, you knew that if anything, the man before you would be something of an angel rather than a demon.

You watched his face, your chest still heaving with the remnants of your orgasm. Your body was still recuperating, and yet, you already wanted more. Your gaze washed over him, and you soon realized that he was completely bare in front of you. The only thing separating the both of you was space. All you had to do was reach out, and pull him on top of you. You could reach out, and touch all of him, every inch of his body.

Bucky wasn’t sure if he was meant to feel vulnerable under your gaze, but either way, he didn’t. Your wandering eyes only fuelled his desire more. It added to the fire that was already burning him. He licked his lips, tasting the remaining bit of you he had left on his pink lips, before he held himself in his hand, and pumped himself a few times.

He used his hand to coat himself in his precum before he situated himself back against your hips, his forehead back against yours. His eyes were trained down towards his member, which was only inches away from where you both needed the most. He maneuvered his tip against your folds, coating himself in your glistening slick. Bucky mixed his arousal, with yours and used it to lubricate his girth completely before he continued with the long, rolls of his hips against your heat, and over your clit. He was purposefully drawing it all out in hopes that the longer you both waited, the more overwhelming the pleasure would be.

He kept his movements slow and drawled out. His tip repeatedly prodded your entrance, and you felt yourself clenching around whatever you could in hopes for some sort of relief, but when your attempts failed every time, you eventually just threw your head back in frustration, stars doting your vision as your hands gripped at the bedsheets. You could feel his protruding veins, and how his girth pressed against your slicked folds before he thrusted forwards and let his tip press against your clit. He was teasing, and you were drowning in want, and craving release. “I swear James, please stop teasing..” You gasped, arching your back as you reached up and tugged at his hair in a silent plea for him to do something, anything; you just wanted to quench the thirst that was growing inside you.

Bucky was smirking against your skin as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, and when he felt his veins throbbing, and his precum spew from his slit, and down onto his palm, he finally indulged and let his most primal instincts kick in as he situated his tip into you, before he rolled himself into you in one, swift thrust. The noise that reverberated between the both of you when you both gasped in pleasure, was everything but holy, and the sinful desire that was prickling at your skins’ was painfully delicious.

Bucky’s girth and length had taken you by surprise. Sure, you had seen his cock with your own two eyes and while you thought it was big, the feeling of him inside you made you question just how big he was. You were brimming with pleasure, and spilling with pain. Never before had you felt so filled, and stretched. You were keening with pleasure-pain, and Bucky was quick to seize his movements, and let you adjust, no matter just how badly his body was aching for him to move.

He knew it was selfish of him to thrust into you so deeply, so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. He had dreamed of feeling you around him. He had craved to feel your warmth envelope his cock as you clenched around him in desperation, and while he imagined you would feel amazing, in reality, you felt more than amazing. You felt so overwhelming right. Like when the horizon meets the sea. That grey area of pure, unfiltered pleasure that tingled his nerves. The way you took his length snugly, how tight you felt around his cock. How his girth made you arch your back, and grip at the bedsheets. Everything about this all was driving Bucky wild. He was frenzied with lust and spewing with whispered curse words every time you clenched around him in attempts to get accustomed to his size.

Bucky thanked whoever would listen when you nodded your head slowly and wrapped your arms around his neck in a never voiced urge for him to move. He was much obliged and glided his length further into you. He savored the way you gasped at the sensation, and let the feeling of your nails clawing at his back urge him to pull back until his tip brushed against your folds once more, and you were a whining mess under him before he rolled his hips back into yours.

He was already grunting, and his movements were slow; sloppy even. He was moaning, groaning, swearing, and thrusting into you deeply. His hips circling against you in attempts to brush against you so deeply, that you were keening for more, for him to move faster.

You threw your head back against the pillows and attempted to meet his thrusts, with your own rolls, but the overstimulation of it all made your hips jerk with a sting of pleasure that rang through your body in shades of lustful red. You were seeing the stars, and feeling the cosmos move inside you. Flowers bloomed in your stomach, and with each plunge of his hips and as he glided into you, you felt your arousal rain down on those same flowers, and drown you over with intoxicating pleasure. Each roll of his hips caressed the deepest parts of you, and you felt like you were choking. You screwed your eyes shut, your jaw falling slack as moans flowed past your cherry lips, and hung in the air that was already pungent with the musky smell of sex. Never before had you felt someone worship your body the way Bucky was. His movements against you were ever so sensual, and passionate. They were brushed over in golds, and silvers. They sparkled your body with a sheen of sweat and coaxed your throat to dislodge the moans and whimpers that you attempted to suppress out of pure shyness.

His actions were blanketed in tenderness, and it was as if he was enchanted by your body; entranced by the sight of you underneath him, taking him so intimately. Your flushed cheeks, and wispy hair. Your swollen lips, and pleading eyes. The way your lashes brushed against your skin every time you closed your eyes. You looked like an angel.

Bucky’s hair was brushing against his cheeks, and his lips were parted to make way for the constant string of grunts, and hushed ‘fucks’ that fell past his pink, rounded lips, and into the thick air that was electrified by the shocks that were flowing between the both of you. His body was glistening with sheen, and his eyes kept flickering between your eyes, and downwards, where his cock met your heat. His body was molded into yours, and the way his muscles rippled under his tanned skin made the fire inside you, burn brighter. His stomach was repeatedly clenching, his abs ever so prominent. His muscles flexed under your hands as you clawed at his back once more, and his hips jutted into yours, his pace quickening.

“My god, you feel so good- fuck, baby,” Bucky growled, grabbing a hold of your ankle and hooking your leg over his shoulder so he could push into you just a little further. Just enough so he was panting, and heaving with hissed moans. He watched as you threw your head back once more, and he growled lowly. “Look at me, I want to see you come undone,” He quipped, his voice husky, and smoky. He was shrouded in the lust induced clouds brought down by the God Eros, and the sight was quickly inching you closer and closer to your demise. “Come on, baby, look at me.” He pleaded lowly, his voice an octave lower, and his thrusts becoming deeper and more frantic. He was chasing his release and was close to not only brimming with electrified pleasure, but he was thrusts away from spilling over with orgasmic pleasure. Hues of red painted over his vision messily, and he watched as you kept your (y/e/c) eyes locked with his, pupils dilated, and chest heaving. Your lip was between your teeth, and he could tell you were close because whimpers were greedily falling from between your lips and clenched jaw.

Bucky reached down and circled your swollen clit with three fingers. As much as he wanted to focus on his own release into the addicting orgasmic waves, you were his priority. You were the one who had asked for this, and you needed to be the one to have the best experience out of all of this. He wanted you to walk out of this whole ordeal, painted with shades of the sunset. Glistening with happiness, no longer gloomed over with the clouds of negativity your ex had looming over you. He cared for you enough, to set you as a priority, even now, when his most primal instincts kept trying to take over.

Your orgasm was quick to wash over you, knocking the air from your lungs as you gasped, and cried out Bucky’s name in the last attempts to stay grounded. Your nails dug into his skin, and you tried to pull him close and hold on tight, but he was focused on milking out your orgasm, while still chasing his. You were floating over the clouds, touching the stars, and staring straight at the moon. You felt galaxies dot your vision when your eyes shut tightly, and you felt the waves of ever-growing pleasure drown you until you were a blubbering, intoxicated mess of reddened lips, and roused moans. Bucky was no aid in cooling you down, and instead, he brought along another orgasm with his own release.

He emptied himself inside you, the tightness of your cunt proving to be the perfect thing to send him over the edge with relished moans, and spewed curses. He coated you with his cum and groaned softly when he pulled out and saw just how filled you were with your own juices, and his own. He flopped down against you, disregarding his weight as an issue because he was absolutely spent.

His arms ached, and his back stung with overexertion. It had been a while since he last had intercourse with a woman, so all his muscles ached with the gentle throb and pulse of exhaustion. He hummed in satisfaction when your hands carded through his hair, which was now curled, and unruly with the remnants of your rendezvous.

Bucky pulled away after a moment, and he glanced up at you, before he broke up from your embrace completely, and walked into the bathroom. He grabbed the washcloth from your bathroom counter, running it under lukewarm water, and wringing it out of the extra water before he walked back into your room. He flashed you a lazy smile when he noticed you had now pulled the cover out from underneath you, and snuggled against your plethora of pillows.

“Here, let me clean you up.” Bucky hummed, pulling away the covers before he reached for your ankle and pulled your legs apart once more. With one hand still holding your ankle, he cleaned your core slowly, making sure to be gentle and careful of your obvious sensitivity. He pulled away with a few delicate kisses to your ankle, before he stood up, and wiped himself of the remaining slick on his cock.

Bucky walked back towards the bed and pulled the cover back over you, his hand carding through your hair warmly to push a few stray hairs away from your forehead. With reluctant hesitation, he pulled away from you and reached for his shirt to get dressed. He knew better than to expect more than just sex. He was just a distraction for you, and he was fully aware of that when he had agreed to do this all… but there was no denying the sting in his chest when he thought about not being able to hold you against his chest, even after sharing such an intimate moment.

He pulled the shirt over his head and began pulling on his boxers before your hand reached out, and gripped his wrist. Your eyes held a million questions, but Bucky found himself not being able to even decipher one.

“Where are you going?” You questioned, your voice sparking that same curiosity in Bucky he had struggled to keep at bay with ever since he had first laid his eyes on you.

“To my room? You looked tired... I figured you wanted to sleep.” He responded, his voice laced with innocent cluelessness to your obvious feelings towards him. He still thought everything he was feeling was unrequited.

“I do, buh-but that doesn’t mean you have to leave.” Your cheeks grew a light shade of crimson, and you felt gentle amusement bubble at your insides. You had just slept with the guy, but you still got embarrassed talking to him.

“I don’t?” Bucky couldn’t help the light smile that tugged on his lips, and he was quick to tug off his shirt when you nodded again for him to stay. He lifted the covers, slipped in and wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you back against him, legs curled together with yours as you turned to face him. Your head against his chest and a hand splayed against his supple skin. He watched in tender silence as you drew unorganized lines against his skin, and he let his cold, metal digits dance across the supple skin of your forearm, a warm smirk gracing his features when he noticed the way your body reacted to his touch by blooming with goosebumps.

The both of you were savoring the warm, caring silence that washed over the both of you before you spoke up, words dipped incautious, almost scared and hesitant care, “It should’ve been you from the start.” You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed in fear that he would shy away from your words and eventually, just pull away from you as a whole. “This—should’ve happened sooner.” You admitted, finally letting your eyes flitter back open as you eyed him through your lashes.

“Maybe,” He finally spoke up after another wave of silence washed over the both of you. His voice was hushed and heartfelt. His words were warmed with the passion shared between the both of you, and you felt a fuzziness settle over your body. “But at least it happened now, we can’t really ask for much more..” Bucky glanced down at you, and let his smile grow when he noticed your gaze already on him. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, his lips still turned up in a smile, like yours now were.

“It finally gets to be me and you, huh?” You mused tenderly, and he grinned now, his dimples making their appearance on his stubbled cheeks.

“Mmhm, me and you.” He agreed, placing a kiss on your head as his bionic hand continued to ghost your skin in attempts to memorize every curve, every rounding of your body. He was already trying to make up for all the lost time he had wasted, not getting to know you, not standing up against your boyfriend. But he knew better than to dwell in the past, because even though he had been longing for you for probably too long, he finally had you in his arms, snuggled up into his chest, the scent of your shampoo overshadowing his senses as you slowly slipped out of consciousness, and fell asleep wrapped in his embrace.

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chittaphonsicecream · 7 years ago

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blackmail: a wonwoo hacker!au

synopsis: you’ve dumped your ex boyfriend and blocked him on everything, but you’re pretty sure he’s been logging into your social media accounts and stalking you. your best friend suggests that you go to the IT nerds at school and ask for some help in figuring out who’s watching you. you enlist jeon wonwoo’s help in stopping him and wreaking a little bit of havoc of your own. female reader x wonwoo ft kaistal bc I miss them

word count: 6.4k (the ending is kinda rushed bc i was lowkey sick of writing)

a/n: this takes place in an american college:) so basically… this is based on something that happened to me (the stalking part). wonwoo doesn’t get introduced for a while but when he does it’s worth it. it’s really angsty and slow but I hope you enjoy.

“Look, I think we’re better apart,” you said, staring your boyfriend directly in the eyes.

“I don’t agree,” he said. He grabbed your hand a little too forcefully. “You are the only one for me.”

“Jason…” you said. You took a deep sigh and looked at him. “I’ve been telling you for the past hour, we are over.”

“No, you can’t do this,” he said. “Yes, yes, I can,” you said. “You need to leave.”

“So the past nine months have been a lie?”

“No, the past nine months have been you manipulating me into thinking that I loved you and that you’re as good as it gets,” you deadpanned. “Jason, you need to leave. Now.”

“No!” he yelled. “There’s nobody like you, _____.”

“Yes, there is. I’m not special. Now get out before I call the police,” you threatened. “You’ve wasted nine months of my life, don’t waste another minute.”

“You need professional help, you know that, right?” questioned Jason. “You’re the most heartless, uncaring bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Hm, sucks for you,” you said. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment before Krystal comes home.”

“Fine, but we’re not done talking,” he said. “We’ll make it through this.”

“I really don’t think so,” you replied as you pushed him out of your apartment and slammed the door in his face.

Knowing what Jason could be like, you quickly locked your doors and waited in the farthest room in your apartment. He had been manipulating you for as long as you could remember, convincing you that you were happiest with him when really he was isolating you from the rest of your friends and family. You hadn’t even liked him; he just continually told you that he liked you until you caved in and consented to being his girlfriend. In reality, he was one of the worst people you knew.

Following the breakup, he relentlessly tried to contact you and become your friend. He even went as far as to send his older brother’s ex girlfriend, a good friend of yours, to tell you how much he missed you and how unhappy he was without you. She warned you heavily to stay away from him and his entire family.

After you blocked Jason and cut him off completely, you began to adjust back to your normal life. You were becoming happier, more outgoing, and more of who you used to be. Everyone in your life noticed the positivity.

Chatting over bowls of cereal, you and Krystal were sitting at your small kitchen table. You opened up your Snapchat to find yourself logged out, which could mean one of two things: either Snapchat was being its typical glitchy self or someone else had logged into your account. The only person who knew your password was Krystal.

“Hey, Krystal, did you log into my Snap?” you asked.

“No, why?” she replied.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “It must be glitching or something.”

“Okay,” she said. “Hey, are you still friends with Jason’s cousin?”

“Which one?”

“The one that introduced the two of you.”

“Oh, Hailey. Yeah, but we’re not as close as we were when Jason and I were just friends. And then we kind of drifted when I dumped him and now we hardly see or talk to each other.”

“I didn’t care that much,” laughed Krystal. “I was just wondering why your Instagram profile pic has her in it now.”

“I didn’t change it,” you said.

“Yeah, you did.” Krystal held up her phone to your face to show a picture of you and Hailey, clearly happy. It was a photo taken during the camping trip where you and Jason became close.

“I don’t remember changing it.” You grabbed her phone and took a closer look. You had more followers than you remembered, too, and you were private. “Maybe I did it when I was falling asleep last night.”

“I think it’s pretty new,” she said, “and you do weird stuff when you’re tired, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled in reply.

Over the next few months, small but strange things continued happening on your social media. Snapchats had been opened that you couldn’t recall seeing, follow requests that you never saw were accepted, direct messages were opened by someone other than you, posts you never saw were liked, stories you never viewed were watched, and random people were added to your Snapchat. Again, you didn’t think much of it.

After a few months of avoiding Hailey and discussing the breakup, you finally met up with her for lunch. She was desperate to catch up with you, especially after you had distanced yourself so severely from her. At one point she had been your best friend, but now the two of you were more like strangers.

The small restaurant was a nice little meeting place, and you arrived a few minutes early to make sure that your reservation was claimed. It was commonplace for Hailey to arrive rather late, from five minutes to forty-five minutes. After you ordered drinks for the both of you, she arrived.

“Sorry for being so late,” she apologized profusely.

“Hailey, you’re always late,” you laughed. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to see how you’ve been holding up,” she offered. “You know, our whole family really believed that you and Jason would get married. We’d never seen him like the way he was with you.”

“The way he was with me was constantly manipulating me and making my life toxic,” you spat. “Hailey, I didn’t come here so you could talk me into getting back together with Jason.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I thought it was worth a shot.”

“A shot that’ll ruin our friendship permanently. He’s an awful person. I don’t hate people, but I hate him,” you deadpanned. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”

“Alexa had her second kid,” Hailey offered, “and Nick is finally engaged to Alondra.”

Hailey went on a tangent about her older siblings and their success before circling back around to what she really wanted to talk about.

“And I’m dating someone, too,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to mention anything since your past relationship was so bad.”

You laughed. “I’m not that terrible of a person. I can be happy for someone else, you know?”

“Okay,” smiled Hailey. “He’s going to Cozumel with my family and me next week. The whole crew is going, Alexa and her family, Nick and his fiance, and Jason’s family. Jason’s sister Madison is already pregnant and they wanted to get in a trip before the baby’s born.”

“They’ve been married for six months!” you exclaimed. “I was Jason’s date to the wedding. That’s…”

“An accident?” offered Hailey. “I think so, but she and Chad deny it.”

“Whatever makes them feel better,” you said.

“Yeah.” She took a sip of her drink. “Do you think I’m being too forward by bringing my boyfriend on a family trip? It’s only been a few months.”

“At least you’ll know soon whether this relationship is going to work.” It was meant to be a joke, but Hailey took it seriously. The conversation was becoming uncomfortable, forced with the continuous mention of Jason, so finally you excused yourself, left a twenty dollar bill on the table, and headed home.

The next week, strange things continued to happen on your social media. Knowing you, you continued to ignore it and think nothing of it. Finally, as you opened up your Instagram, you got a strange notification.

We detected an unusual login attempt. iOS | Jun 27, 6:10 AM | Cozumel, Mexico

Your heartbeat soared as you realized what this could mean. Tears welled up in your eyes as you quickly texted Hailey.

hey, are you in cozumel?

yeah, we landed a little before 6 this morning. why?

nothing. jason flew with you?

yes what’s wrong

nothing don’t worry

You ran to the bathroom where Krystal was getting ready for the day and started banging on the door. “Krystal!” you shouted. “Krystal, open the door!” You were crying and sat on the floor of the hallway until Krystal opened the door.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Jason has been logging into my accounts all this time. You know that weird stuff that was constantly happening on my accounts? It was him.”

“How?”

“I don’t know… All of my passwords are pretty difficult.”

“Okay, well, let’s start with changing your passwords.” Krystal paused for a second, and then spoke again. “How do you know it’s him?”

“Who else would be stalking my accounts? I’m not interesting. I blocked him on everything, and then this morning I get a notification that someone in Cozumel has been logging into my account. And you know who flew into Cozumel this morning? Jason.”

“Text him,” Krystal said. “See if he’ll say he’s been logging into your accounts.”

jason

wow didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon

yeah ik

u feeling lonely i guess? ;)

aw babe

don’t aw babe me why have you been logging into my social media

I havent??

yes you fucking have leave me the fuck alone

no i havent

I got a notification saying someone in cozumel has been logging into my accounts and ik weird shit has been going down in my account this is illegal

theres lots of people in cozumel what if it wasnt me

im going to the police

you have no proof that its me

ill find a way to get proof leave me tf alone stay out of my accounts

Krystal snatched your phone from your hands. “I don’t really think we can do anything if he denies it,” she sighed. Her eyes lit up. “I know some kids in the IT department of school. I bet they’d help.” She pulled you up from off the floor. “Get ready, let’s go talk to them.”

You dressed quickly because the sooner you met with the IT kids, the sooner you could figure out who had truly been stalking you. As soon as you were ready, you grabbed Krystal’s arm and started jogging towards the campus. She had dressed well, like always, but you were comfortable and ready to run.

After a few minutes of running, you finally arrived at the university’s tech department. Krystal was friends with most everybody, so she showed you where the IT kids could be found. She knocked quietly on the door after you had ran up the stairs to the entrance.

“Come in,” someone called from the other side.

“Hey, guys,” Krystal said as she opened up the door. “I need a favor.”

“What is it?” one of the boys asked. There was only one girl, and she was quietly working away at her computer, headphones in ears.

“_____, tell them what’s been happening,” she said as she pushed you towards them.

You began your long tale of your toxic relationship, the messy breakup, the strange social media occurrences, and finally, that morning’s notification.

“I’d recommend talking to Wonwoo, the boy over there,” said the boy that Krystal knew. “He’s good with that stuff. Doesn’t get caught, either.”

“Okay, thank you,” you said. You walked over to the tall, dark haired boy with glasses. “Hi,” you said softly. “I need you to do me a favor. I’ll literally do anything for it.” You paused. “Well, not anything.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to find out who has been logging into my Instagram accounts. You’re a hacker, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’m more of a vigilante hacker. I don’t just hack to hack.”

“Well, I think you’ll be intrigued by what I’m going to tell you,” you replied hopefully. You began your spiel once more, and by the end, Wonwoo had his chin in his hands and was staring at you intently.

“It’ll take me maybe ten minutes to figure out if he’s been logging into your account, but from the looks of it, he definitely has,” Wonwoo said. “But this isn’t my style. My style is more messing with people who did bad things on the internet.”

“Okay, but will you see if it’s even him? I think it is but can you make sure anyway?” you asked.

“Yeah, give me a few.” Wonwoo turned to his computer and left you alone

“Hey, _____,” Krystal called from across the room. “I’m heading home. I don’t want to be here too long. Are you okay on your own?”

“I’m fine,” you replied as you took a seat next to Wonwoo and watched him type rapidly. “You don’t mind if I stay with you, do you?”

“No, I really don’t.” Wonwoo didn’t even look up from his computer as he kept typing. After a few minutes, he came up empty handed. He looked at you confusedly. “His phone is heavily protected. I don’t know what kind of software this person has installed, but I can’t access it. All I can access is the Apple ID of the person that owns the phone, and it’s a bunch of random numbers and letters. I can try hacking into that, but I don’t think it’s going to lead anywhere.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I mean your ex-boyfriend is either incredibly clever or he has someone else doing the dirty work for him,” Wonwoo said.

“He’s really smart. Tech savvy.”

“Then he knows what he’s doing.” Wonwoo looked back at the screen and then to you. “I think I can figure out if it’s him, but it’ll take a solid half hour. I have to hack into the account and then see all of the phones and devices the accounts have been linked to and see if any of them belong to him. You should go get food or something while I do this; it might be a while.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’ll bring something back for you. What do you want?”

“How about burgers?” he asked.

“I’ll be back soon. You have my number now, so text me what you want,” you said with a smile. Wonwoo nodded before pulling out his phone and sending you his order.

After about fifteen minutes, you were back with burgers. Wonwoo was spinning around in his chair and smiled at you. “It’s him. That Jason guy, it’s him.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“I know you want to go to the police, but I want to have a little fun,” Wonwoo said. “This is my speciality of sorts.”

“But what if you get caught?” you asked.

“I won’t.” He took his burger from you. “Consider this payment for my deeds,” he said with a wink.

“I don’t know if I want you to mess with him. He’s a little psycho.”

“He’s not just a little psycho, he’s a lot psycho.” Wonwoo smiled at you softly. “Look, ____, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. But I think you want this guy to get a taste of his own medicine.”

“Of course I do,” you said. “But what could we possibly do to him?”

“I have some ideas, but you’ll have to consent. And they can be pretty shady, but I promise you, we won’t get caught,” Wonwoo said.

“What are your ideas?” you asked.

“If you give me your phone, I can retrieve every conversation the two of you have ever had. The embarrassing, the sweet, the manipulative, everything. Blackmail him with his own nudes? Done. Blackmail him with the embarrassing, loving, manipulative things he told you? Done. He won’t mess with you ever again, not as long as you’ve got this on your side.”

You stared at him. His proposal was intriguing to say the least. You knew Krystal would approve, but you also knew that he would access a lot of vulnerable things about you. You had some rather revealing photos in there, and while that did bother you, it didn’t bother you as much as the awkward and embarrassing photos you sent or the things you had confided in Jason. But you knew that he may never stop unless you made him stop, and you’d rather it be in your hands than in the authority’s hands. You looked at him, bit your lip, and then agreed.

“You promise you won’t judge me?” you asked.

“I promise,” replied Wonwoo softly. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze to reassure you. “You’re a good person. I can tell by just how you are. Texts between some manipulator and you aren’t going to make me change my mind.”

“Okay.” You handed him the phone. “But can you walk me home and then take my phone? I don’t want to be without my phone in the city.”

“Sure,” he said. He began packing up his things and then wrapped an arm around you. “It’s going to be fine. I’m good at what I do, and I don’t care about what you said. I only care about what he said.” He squeezed your shoulder gently. “It’s going to be okay. I’m not him.”

“You don’t need to tell me that,” you laughed as you detached yourself from him. “I know you’re not him.”

“Okay, good.” The two of you began the short walk from the university, through a bit of town, to your apartment. Once you neared your apartment, you reluctantly placed your phone in his palm.

“When will you be back?” you asked. “I kinda need my phone back.”

“I’ll come by tomorrow, how about that?”

“Okay.”

“We can go through what you think would affect him most tomorrow. I’ll just download it all to my laptop. Since you won’t have your phone, just expect me to come over sometime between noon and one, okay? I have some actually IT work to do tomorrow morning but I’ll just have it download while I sleep tonight.”

“Alright,” you said softly. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“I’m an internet vigilante. It’s what I do,” responded Wonwoo with a wink. “See you around, ______.”

He watched as you entered your apartment building and stayed until he saw that you were safely inside. Once you were back inside your apartment, Krystal jumped to ask questions.

“What’d they find out?” she asked.

“He’s been stalking me,” you said shakily.

“Well, are you going to report it to the police or what?” she asked, playing with her fingers.

“Actually… about that,” you began, “I’m not going to the police.”

“Are you stupid?”

“Well, Wonwoo-”

“Wonwoo, huh?”

“It’s not like that. I literally just met him.”

“Oh, really? Then why’d he walk you home? And stay until he knew you were in the building?”

“Shut up,” you replied quickly. “We’re going to give Jason a taste of his own medicine. Wonwoo’s keeping my phone for the night to download everything I had regarding Jason and to retrieve all of the old messages and stuff and then he’s gonna… well… blackmail him, I guess.”

“No way,” laughed Krystal. “You’re blackmailing the psycho? I didn’t realize you were that ballsy.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” you clarified. “Wonwoo says he’s like some internet vigilante or something and it’s similar to stuff he always does.”

“Wait, so he walked you home because?”

“He needed to take my phone but I didn’t want to go home without it. And I think he’s honestly a little afraid for me.”

“He’s nice. Kinda quiet but nice.”

“Quiet?”

“Yeah. He’s said maybe ten words total to me.”

“We spoke a lot.”

“Maybe he likes you better than me.”

“Maybe.”

“Well,” Krystal said while lightly punching your arm, “aren’t you afraid of what Wonwoo is going to find on your phone?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” you responded. “All that matters is that Jason leaves me alone. And I don’t think he’ll care much anyway. He knows what he’s seen when he’s being a vigilante or whatever.”

“Yeah, sure,” Krystal said sarcastically. “Whatever. You know what I think you should do? Get drunk.”

“I’m not going to get drunk,” you laughed. “I think I’m just going to sleep until tomorrow morning. I don’t want to think about this.”

“It’s only noon.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to deal with this.”

“You don’t want to deal with this stalker drama or you don’t want to deal with knowing Wonwoo will go through everything on your phone?” suggested Krystal.

“Shut up,” you said. “For real, I’m going to sleep.”

You headed to your room and decided to sleep for the rest of the day. You finally woke up around two am after hours upon hours of sleep. Krystal was still awake, and she had her boyfriend Kai over. They were talking on the couch when you came out.

“Hey, guys,” you said with a small smile. “I didn’t know you were going to be over, Kai.”

“Krystal was just telling me the rundown on your stalker,” explained Kai.

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Yeah.”

“Jason will get what’s coming to him. If not now, when he’s thirty-five and his future wife leaves him,” he laughed.

“Kai, that’s rude,” Krystal said.

“Okay and?”

Krystal moved a little closer to Kai and smiled. It made you miss the days of having a boyfriend, but you knew that missing Jason was detrimental to yourself.

“So are you really having some hacker kid go through all the stuff on your phone just to blackmail Jason? Someone you don’t know?”

“At this point, nothing is really worse than knowing Jason wasn’t leaving me alone, so yeah, I am,” you replied. “He’s gonna be over around noon, by the way.”

“I’m gonna be out,” Krystal said.

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Kai, can I come over to yours?”

“Sure, babe.”

“You just did that so Wonwoo and I would be alone!”

“Also so I won’t have to see Jason’s nudes. I know that Wonwoo will be able to dig some up.”

“Fine.”

“Well, it’s two in the morning and I’ve got to be up at six, so I’ll see you tomorrow,” Krystal said. “C’mon, Kai, we’re going to bed.”

You watched Kai and Krystal leave the room and decided to clean the small apartment. By the time you were finished, the sun was starting to rise and Krystal would be waking up soon to head to the gym for her early morning workouts. Once Krystal was awake, she made some food for the both of you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured you. “Jason will get whatever’s coming. Don’t worry about it. And you should probably catch a few hours of sleep before Wonwoo comes over, too.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “I’ll go to sleep in a few.”

A few hours later, you were awoken with the sound of Kai attempting to make Krystal a proper breakfast. It was nine in the morning, and you rolled back over only to be bombarded by the pair running into your room with sad looking pancakes.

“Cheer up!” Krystal said. “Just because you have a psycho manipulative stalker ex-boyfriend doesn’t mean you get to act like the world is ending!”

“I think it does mean I get to act like the world is ending,” you replied.

“I tried really hard to make these,” Kai said, shoving the plate in your face. “Come out to the kitchen and eat them, please.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You got up and followed Kai to the kitchen table. His pancakes weren’t too bad, but they definitely not good. Once you took a bite and gave them a thumbs up, Kai backed off.

“I’ve got to get to work,” he said. “See ya later, guys. I left my keys to my apartment on your nightstand if you still want to go over there when Wonwoo’s here.”

Krystal nodded and smiled at him before leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Okay, be safe.”

The next few hours passed rather quickly, with Krystal running around doing random things and you eating more food than you probably should. Before you knew it, Krystal had left to Kai’s and you were alone, waiting for Wonwoo’s arrival.

Just before noon, there was a knock at the door. You opened it quickly, and there was your expected guest. He had takeout in one hand and your phone in the other.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said shyly. “I thought it would be good to have lunch since…”

“Oh, thank you!” you replied, taking it from him. You grabbed chopsticks and you both settled down on the couch. There was a gap between the two of you and an awkward silence filled the room. Finally, Wonwoo cleared his throat.

“You know, I don’t think much different of you,” he said quietly. “Except that you’re maybe kinda dumb.”

“I’m dumb?” you questioned.

“Yeah, you’re dumb.” He chuckled softly to himself.

“Why?”

“Because you had barely started texting this guy and you told him everything about yourself. And I mean everything. I think I know you better than I know my brother, now.”

“I don’t know why I did it. I guess he made me feel important.” You sighed and bit your lip before looking up at Wonwoo. “We can see how well that turned out.”

“It’ll be fine. We’ll get him back,” Wonwoo reassured you.

“I honestly thought it was love at first sight. Or something of the sort. I just saw him and knew ‘you’re going to be important in my life.’”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“Really?” you asked.

“I think you’ve got to know them really well before you can love them,” he said. “Anyway, let’s choose what we want to get started with.”

He pulled out his laptop and opened it up to reveal a file containing every interaction you had with Jason on your phone. “Do you want to start small or start big?”

“Start big,” you said.

“Let’s start with the nudes, then,” he said. “Here’s my idea, but if you don’t like it, we won’t do it.” You nodded in response. “Okay. I have a program on here that creates a protected fake phone number. Almost like a prepaid that you can’t pinpoint. But there actually is no number that exists. It’ll just show up as unknown. I’ll begin sending him pictures he sent you or tell him his own secrets. Just to mess with his mind a little bit, and after that, we’ll tell him to stay away from girls or we’ll leak it all on the internet.”

“Will you really?”

“No, of course not. I’m not that terrible of a person.”

“Okay,” you acquiesced. “But if it gets shady at any moment, we’re stopping the whole thing.”

“Not to be rude, but it’s already shady.”

“Fine. If it get shadier.”

He nodded and began typing rapidly on his computer until he was at the program that allowed for him to send the messages. He went into the file where he had stored everything from your phone and began clicking until he got to the bad stuff: the pictures.

“Hey, Wonwoo, I have a question,” you said softly. He nodded in reply. “Did you by any chance… see any of me?”

Wonwoo began coughing and refused to make eye contact with you. His cheeks were becoming rosy, and he looked at you. “Yeah. But don’t worry about it. I’m not like that, I swear. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

It was your turn to be uncomfortable. “You’ve never had a girlfriend? How old are you?”

“I’m almost twenty-two…”

“Why not? You seem completely normal. If a psycho like Jason could get a girlfriend, you easily could.”

“But a psycho like your ex also goes out and talks to people. This… this is my life. I don’t talk to people unless it’s over the computer. How am I supposed to meet someone?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of online dating?”

“God, I’m not that pathetic.”

The computer pinged, and you both turned to look at it. Jason had replied.

who is this

IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME ANYWAY

who tf is this i swear to god i will find you and beat your ass

YOU MIGHT BE SMART BUT I AM SMARTER.

how did you get that picture of my dick

I HAVE MORE

who is giving this to you

NO ONE OF ANY IMPORTANCE. STAY AWAY FROM ________ OR I’LL LEAK THEM

nice try

Wonwoo looked at you expectantly. “What do you want to do?”

“Keep it up. Send in more.”

image: sent

wtf

I HAVE MORE

leave me alone

NOT UNTIL YOU LEAVE _______ ALONE

who are you you’re not her she’s above this

IT ISN’T RELEVANT

ok fine but ur fucking weird

LEAVE ________ ALONE

nah bro. I gotta have fun in mexico with my fam but this conversation isnt over be back in two hours

“Now all we can do is wait,” he said.

“I don’t know why he’s so dumb. If someone was blackmailing me, I’d just stop whatever I was doing.”

“Not to be rude, but apparently you don’t have good taste in intelligent men. Or in men in general.”

“You’re kinda rude, you know that?”

“I’m more socially awkward than rude. It’s usually pretty hard for me to talk to someone like we are now.”

“Aren’t I special?”

“Yeah, actually, you kinda are.”

“Aw, you say I have shit taste in men and then tell me I’m special. My heart is melting,” you deadpanned.

“It’s true. This guy doesn’t have common sense, sends shitty dick pics, treats you like shit, and did I mention that he’s also not that much of a looker?”

“You think I don’t know that he’s a terrible, ugly, dumb person?”

“I think you’re way out of his league.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. You felt your face flush but refused to look at him. “Can we talk about anything else? You know basically everything about me; it’s my turn to know everything about you.”

In most cases, Wonwoo would’ve objected completely. This wasn’t comfortable for him, it wasn’t fun, either. But when it came to you, he was okay with it. You were open about yourself with him, so he didn’t see any reason not to be open with you. Besides, he’d practically seen you naked at this point, so he knew you couldn’t judge him.

The conversation flowed easily, the both of you talking about your family, your lives before college, the college experience, your friends, your interests, the things that made you happy, the things that made you cry. With every sentence exchanged, you felt a stronger connection to Wonwoo. This time when you felt that he was going to be important in your life, you knew that it wasn’t your brain being dumb and desperate. It was honest, and it was real.

Before the either of you realized it, the two hours were up and Jason had replied. Again, it was something stupid.

I’m not fucking dumb. I know how to hack too. I swear on my life that i will find out whoever you are. you can’t hide from me

This time Wonwoo looked genuinely concerned. He turned to you and asked, “Do you think he actually is good enough to find me?”

“Why are you asking me!” you exclaimed. “You told me we wouldn’t be caught. I swear to god, Wonwoo, if we get caught, I’m going to beat you up.”

“I know, but he seems smart enough technologically. And if he knows people…”

“The only people he knows that are into IT are the people at this school. And anybody that could help him already knows how insane he is, so I think we’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” he said as he processed what to do next. “Also, for the record, I don’t think you could beat me up.”

“You’re a literal string bean. I probably weigh way more than you. Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you can’t get your ass whooped.”

Wonwoo laughed. “I’m starting to really like you,” he blurted. His eyes widened as you looked up at him. “As a friend, of course.”

“Of course.” You took the laptop from hi shands and began typing a message to Jason yourself in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

I DON’T THINK YOU’LL BE ABLE TO FIND ME, BUT YOU CAN TRY. DON’T FORGET, I HAVE MORE. I CAN AND WILL USE IT AGAINST YOU IF YOU DON’T TURN YOURSELF IN FOR MANIPULATING, ABUSING, AND STALKING _______.

“Is that really going to work?” asked Wonwoo.

“Of course not,” you laughed. “He’s got his head up his ass. But it will let him know that we’re serious, and when people make it repeatedly obvious that something really bothers them, he stops. But it takes a long time. I don’t know how long you’ll have to do it.”

“He’s such a jerk. I can’t believe you dated him.”

“I didn’t just date him. I told the boy I loved him. Even worse, I slept with him!”

“Spare me the details,” laughed Wonwoo. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think that we’ll just have to top for now. But if I were you, I’d send him one embarrassing secret or picture a day. Don’t say anything, just send it so he knows that it’s you. And then we can meet up sometime soon and actually talk and mess with him.”

“Okay,” he said. “That’ll work. I’ll text you whatever I send.”

“Please don’t,” you said. “I never want to see his nudes ever again. Or his face. Or a drunken video of him professing his love to me.”

“Okay then. I’ll text you when I send him something.”

“Much better.”

“Well, I should get going now,” Wonwoo said quietly. “I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks for this,” you said, “and the takeout.”

“My pleasure.”

As Wonwoo left the apartment, you began to wonder what this all meant. He couldn’t like you, could he? He didn’t believe in loving right away, but did that spread to liking? You waited until Krystal got home to discuss it. She was far better versed in this area and would be able to give you good advice. Krystal texted you around six saying that she was finally leaving Kai’s since Taemin would be back from vacation and that she was heading home. You were waiting for her in the living room, and the moment she walked through the door, you began blurting out everything that happened.

“Oh my god, does Jeon Wonwoo have a crush on the ______ ______?” asked Krystal.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you!” you replied.

“I think he does!” Krystal said. “Actually, I know he does. Keep up the good work, tiger.” She winked at you and walked away.

“Wait!” you called out. “What do I do?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Wonwoo’s… he’s quiet, shy. You’re going to have to take this slow.”

“Okay,” you said. “I think I am more than capable of doing that.”

The weeks went by of blink-and-you-miss-it flirting over text messages with Wonwoo. The texts were pretty mundane, but you had found yourself loving every time your phone pinged with a notification from Wonwoo. You met up once a week to message Jason together, and each time something would happen. The brush of fingertips, an arm around a shoulder, a shared laugh, thighs touching while you sat. Nothing about what the two of you had was platonic.

After a few days, Wonwoo asked you two to meet up again. This time, it was at his apartment rather than yours. Krystal and Kai were throwing a small party, and Wonwoo didn’t want to be there, so you obliged to meeting with him at his home.

Wonwoo’s apartment was vintage, beige, and filled with things you never would’ve imagined it to be. There were books everywhere, a record player, and a leather sofa that looked straight out of a fifties movie.

“So you know we’re pretty close to cracking him,” Wonwoo said. “I mean, did you see those last messages? He sounded like he was going to have an emotional breakdown.”

“Yeah,” you muttered.

“Did I do something wrong?” asked Wonwoo, noticing the hesitation in your voice and attitude.

“No, no,” you said. “I just wonder if I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I any better than him by blackmailing him?”

Wonwoo was at a loss for words. He looked at you, and then back at the ground. “I honestly don’t know” was his response. He took your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Maybe what we did was wrong, but he also did something wrong.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Wonwoo,” you replied. “I feel like a terrible person. I know I hate Jason, but I also know I’m better than this.”

“Well, we can stop,” he said. “We’ll stop right now.”

Wonwoo pulled out his laptop and opened the program he had been using to communicate with Jason.

I’VE DECIDED TO LET YOU BE. WHAT I AM DOING TO YOU IS JUST AS BAD AS WHAT YOU DID TO ______.

nah its worse fuck u tho

GOODBYE

ya know idk u but u got balls. ______ is lucky to have u ik im psycho when it comes to her but i want her to have the best. I mean the best is me but u seem pretty good too

GOODBYE

You looked up shyly at Wonwoo. “So he thinks you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“I mean, I’ve been at it for weeks. Almost two months, even,” he said.

“Wonwoo,” you said, getting up. “I think I should go.”

“Why?”

“Well, we did what we meant to do. Blackmail Jason, and now it’s over, so I should go.”

Wonwoo stood up with you. “Okay.” He walked you to the door and watched you put on your shoes before he did the unthinkable. He grabbed you by the arm, pulled you up to him, and placed his mouth on yours. It’s sweet, but it’s short lived because Wonwoo immediately pulled away to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Instead, you just laugh, and you pull him down to you. Suddenly, your arms are around his neck and his hands are in your hair and you are feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And then you’re laughing, and he’s laughing, and you pull away to catch your breath.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s…”

“That’s what?”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, pulling him in for a hug. He buried his face in your hair and then lifted your chin up for one more kiss.

“Are you sure you want to go?” he asked.

“I’m sure I want to stay.”

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"Old Roots" .1 (G.D)

A/N: After re-reading the series I didn't like how fast the plot developed so I've been rewriting the current parts that are up. Some parts are still the same, others are different and have added scene's. Here's part 1. She's a long one so watch out. Enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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An eerie quietness fell over the neighborhood as I closed my car door. The quiet thumps of my boots hitting the broken slabs of concrete sidewalk were the only noise that could be distinctly heard. It had to be around 3 a.m by now but I wouldn’t of known since my phone was currently smashed to piece's on my living room floor. Pulling my leather jacket closer to my body to help keep out the chill, I neared my destination. About a block away at the end of the almost abandoned street sat a fairly new looking home surrounded by cars and motorcycles. A warm almost inviting glow was hidden behind the closed curtains that framed the windows. A soft buzz of chatter could be heard as I got closer. Carefully maneuvering my way through the vehicles, I stopped and stood at the bottom of the steps that led up to the door and front porch. Damn. I haven’t been here in years but everything still seemed familiar. I still knew every inch of this house as if it were my own which it basically was to my 16 year old self, but now it was all just a distant memory. Taking a deep breathe, I reluctantly made my way up the steps. My boots sounded heavy against the newly placed wood, no doubt alerting everyone inside that someone was out here. Pulling open the screen door that was the only thing separating me from my past, I raised my arm and moved my clenched hand forward. Only to stop mere centimeters from the wooden door. I should of just called, I thought to myself. There was no need to do this face to face, yet here I was. No more hesitating. I have to do this. I need to do this. Taking another deep breath and rolling my shoulders back to relaxed slightly, I brought up my knuckles banged them against the cold wooden door. Knocking hard three times, I backed up slightly and harded my facial expression. Game face. The chatter inside died down alittle and the sound of footsteps were nearing the door. As the lockes clicked unlocked, my breath hitched when realization finally kicked in. Here goes nothing. The door was swung open and the familiar scent hit me like a ton of bricks but I quickly pulled myself together, pushing back any emotions that dared to break the surface. Looking back at me curiously stood someone I’ve never seen before. He looked pretty young and old at the same time, had to be no more then 17. His scruff aged him more than it should of but his baby face showed his youth. The jet black hair of his layed messily underneath the hood that was lazily thrown up. His bright green eyes were shinning as if he was just laughing hysterically at something. The throat being cleared from this unknown boy helped regain my attention when he caught he taking in his features.

“Can I help you?” His deep voice rang out into the air as his eyes narrowed in on me. Mentally clearing my mind and straightening up slightly to help with the height disadvantage I was at, I began to speak.

“You can help me by stepping aside and letting me in.” I said emotionless.

"And why would I do that?" He said leaning into the door frame as he crossed his arms.

"Because I said so. So move." I said getting slightly annoyed.

"Yeah. Okay." He said stepping back as if he was about to let me walk in, only to shove me back by my shoulder and began to close the door. Okay, I wont play nice then. Kicking my leg out to stop the door from closing, I pushed myself inside. Taken back from my sudden aggressiveness, he quickly put himself inbetween me and the destination i seeked.

“You have about 5 seconds to get off the property or you’ll regret it, little one.” He said down to me.

"Little one?” I repeated quietly as I moved in closer to him, dangerously close. Lifting up my hand, I gently traced my finger down his jawline stopping at his chin.

“Oh honey the only little one here is you.” I said grabbing the collar of his hoodie and pulling him out of the doorway and onto the ground of the porch.

“Word of advice, never threaten me again. Or you’ll regret it.” I hissed at him. As I walked in, memories began to flow. Everything looked fairly the same, some changes had occured throughout the years though. New furniture, fresh layer of paint on the walls, pictures in picture frames taken out and replaced with new memories. A loud familiar laugh soon invaded my ears as it came from where the living room should be, unless that changed too. Before I could chicken out and run away, my feet were already reluctantly moving me in that direction. Fast and loud footsteps were heading my way as I made my way ddeeper inside, no doubt from the boy I just met. When his figure emerged from the corner and spotted me, he lunged forward and tried to grab my arms only to be kneed in the groin and pushed onto the floor. This small commotion caused everyone to turn from their spots on the couches and look at the noise. Confused and shocked faces met my hardened one as they spotted me. No one said anything, just stared back with blank expressions, except for a brunette whose tits were basically pouring out of her tank top.

“Who the hell are you?” She said standing up from the recliner. Before she could take a step forward the arm from the guy next to her shot out infront of her to stop her from moving closer. She looked up confused as to why she was halted and was about to say something but the sound of glass breaking beat her to it. Looking to my right to where the shatter came from I saw a familiar face. My heart skipped a beat in excitement as my eyes connected with his.

“Y/n?” He said in pure and utter shock. A smile spread across my lips as I closed the distance between us and ran into his arms. A few seconds later after his mind click on and realized I was real, he returned my hug and held me tight against him. I don't know what came over me to run into his arms like that but I was secretly happy I did. I hadn’t even noticed a single tear left my eyes until we broke apart to get a good look at one another when he quickly swiped it off my face.

“Ethan.” I said breathlessly. His small smile grew bigger as he released me from his grasp. Our little moment was ruined by a deep groan from behind me, turning around I completely forgot about the boy I kneed a moment ago.

“What happened to you?” Ethan asked as he peered past me. The boy didn’t say anything instead just pointed at me instead.

“She did this? Y/n, you’ve been here for not even 5 minutes and are already causing trouble.” He teased.

“What can I say, trouble seems to follow me. In my defense he didnt let me inside when I was being nice then he threatened me then basically came at me so he’s lucky all he got was a kick to the balls.” I said blankly.

“Still got it I see. Attitude and all.” He laughed.

“Kinda hard to forget. Blame it on the muscle memory.” I joked. Ethan rolled his eyes and bent down to pick up the glass from his cup he broke. Someone else I didnt know got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen to get a broom.

“Damn y/n in the flesh. Never a sight I thought we’d ever see again.” A voice said behind me. I turned around just in time to see two large bodies come hurling at me, wrapping me up in their arms and squishing me between them. I laughed shortly but quickly was over the unwelcomed contact, getting irrated and began pushing them off of me.

“No more y/n sandwhich!” I said facing them.

“Aw c'mon y/n/n, you know you love it. Being between me and Russ is a fantasy of yours, we know it.” Tyler joked as he smirked at me. Roaming my eyes over their body, I couldn’t help but take in the sight in front of me. Definitely not those scrawny 17 year old boys I once knew. Fully grown men now stood in front of me with toned muscle flexing underneath their too tight of a shirt, jeans perfectly wrapped around there muscular legs. Rolling my eyes at his comment, I gave them a small smile in return trying not to crack too much and show my soft. Standing back, I began to take in the new faces around us. A few of the guys that were sitting on the couch watching everything unfold in front of them looked to be around our age while the other 3 relaxing in the floor looked to be in their late teens just like the boy I met at the door. Awkwardly standing around waiting for Ethan to return, my eeyes fell onto a specific spot of the leather couch.

"Take a load off y/n." Russ said taking his previous spot on the couch across the room. Slowly walking to the couch, I hesitantly fell back into the only familar couch that still sat against the wall. It was still in the perfect position to see the TV and best spot to get to the kitchen and bathroom. Taking a seat in the only spot where I ever sat. My spot. The left corner next to the table. Closing my eyes and letting my head fall back onto the couch, I let out a deep sigh and surprisingly allowed myslef to relax into the familiarity. I was brought back to reality from an obnoxiously loud laugh. Ethan was making his way over to me with two beers carefully hheld in his fingers. Putting out his hand for me to take one, e rose his eyebrow when I hesitantly took it from him. He sat down next to me as he laughed quietly and shook his head.

“It’s as if you never left.” He said taking a swing of his beer.

"Oh but thank god I did." I replied under my breath as I took a sip of my beer. Wincing at the strange taste I took my lips of the bottle.

“What the f-. Light beer?” I said looking over at Ethan.

"Yep. We’re trying to maintain our amazing bodies and beer doesnt really help. It was Grays idea.” Ethan said nonchalantly. Tensing up at his name I remembered the main reason I was here. I knew I was going to let myself get caught up with all the reminiscing and comfortiblilty that I would forgot the only reason I even came back here. Noticing my uncomfortably state he gave me a sympathetic look which I didn't like at all. Pushing all flashbacks and feelings away, I refocused myself.

“Where is he E?” I asked not looking up from the spot on the floor I was staring a hole in.

“Around. He was pissed at everyone and everything earlier. Left in a rage. Wouldn't even talk to Hailey.” He said avoiding looking at me after the last sentence left his lips.

“Hailey?” I asked looking up at him. He motioned over to the kitchen with his beer, ignoring my stare. Following the direction he motioned with, my eyes met the backside of the brunette from before. Her bootyshorts road up her ass showing alittle too much booty.

“Figures.” I laughed as I downed my beer. Ethan laughed at my remark and silently agreed with a simple head nod.

“But seriously Eth, where is he? I didn’t just come here to take a trip down memory lane.” I said looking at him.

"Then why are you here?” A deep voice asked from the other side of the room. Freezing up instantly at the sound of his voice, I mentally cursed at myself for letting him take my by surprise and make me feel how I was. An overly excited squeal sounded out from the kitchen followed by footsteps.

“Baby!” The brunettes, or known as Haileys voice broke out into the silence that now hung in the air. From the corner of my eye I saw him quickly dismiss her as he walked closer to us. I smirked inwardly a little but instantly dropped it to remain my neutral look. Giving myself a small pep talk, I reluctantly rotated in my spot and faced him. As soon as my eyes hit his hazel ones, I knew I was a goner. So many emotions flowed through my body at once, I didnt know which one to react with first. Neither of us said anything as we stared at eachotheer allowing the tension to grow in the air. Ethan put a reassuring hand on my thigh to help edge me on, in which Grayson quickly took noticed of right away and narrowed his eyes. Noticing the slight change in his demeanor, I pushed Ethan’s hand off of me like it was on fire. Standing up and placing my beer on the table I stood face to face with him.

“Grayson." I said emotionless as my nails dug into the palm of my hand to help me not shake. Somehow his expression hardened at the sound of his name slipping past my lips.

“Why are you here?” He asked sternly boring his eyes into me as he crossed his arms against his broad chest making his muscle’s flex. In any other moment I would of been drooling over the pure sexual power oozing from him in that tight black shirt but I knew what he was doing. He was trying to intimidate me.

"We need to talk.” I said steadily. He made no advancement to reply or pay any attention to my request. Looking to my side where Ethan sat, I gave him a look we used to share many times when Grayson was being difficult. Grayson was quick to take notice of the smiles that threaten to spread on mine and Ethans face. An animalistic like growl escaped his lips making my head snap towards him.

"Don't even." I warned. That sound was all too familiar to me from the countless fights between me and him or whenever his overprotectness would emerge.

“Excuse me?” He said harshly taking a long stride towards me. Challenging him was one thing he had always told me he admired about me but it always pissed him off none the less. When he was in arms length distance of me and made no motion to be stopping anytime soon, I extended my arm out as it collided with his hard warm chest. At the mere contact he stopped all movement.

“Let's be civil. Talk like the adults we are, or well how I am. I dont know about you.” I sassed as I removing my hand off his chest.

“Im busy.” He said coldly pushing past me. Grabbing at his bicep and turning him around to face I gave him a hard look. I heard someone intake a hard breath as they watched me man handle him.

“Grayson Bailey! If it wasn’t important I wouldn’t of dragged myself back into this shithole.” I said angrily at his childish antics which earned a couple of defensive ‘heys’ from the boys.

“Shithole? Well this 'shithole' used to be your home.” He scuffed and pulled his arm out of my grasp.

“Gray, please.” I said as it came out barely above a whisper. Looking up at him, I noticed he was already staring down at me with an unreadable expression. He narrowed his eyes at me and knitted his eyebrows together as if he was thinking. Then in a blink of an eye, wrapped his large hand around my wrist and pulled me behind him without another word.

“But baby-” An annoying whine called out from close behind us as we walked out of the living room. Grayson stopped mid step, making me inconveniently slam into his back and instinctively wrapping my freed arm around his waist. He didnt turn around but just turned his head back slightly to look at Hailey.

“Leave us alone. I’ll deal with you later.” He said as he contiuned to walk and head towards the stairs. Ethan was causally leaned up against the wall no doubt waiting for us when he finally spoke.

“Gray man, let’s take a second to calm down. No need to be rash.” He said calmly as he tried to reach for my wrist in Graysons grasp. Grayson pushed him back slightly as he brought me forward so my back was now securely pressed up against his chest with his arm holding me in place by my waist. As soon as Ethan took in the expression Grayson was giving him and my knowingful gaze, he lifted his hands up in surrender and backed away back into the living room. He knew how things were going to get settled between us and as soon as Grayson and I had made eye contact but he hoped it wouldn't. Ethan would never admit it but he was always proud and happy for me when I finally left because he knew I could finally be who I wanted to be and reach my full potential instead of being stuck here and never see what the world had to offer. Without warning Grayson quickly rushed up the stairs with me in his arm, almost making me fall over my own damn feet.

“Fuck Grayson, I can walk on my own!” I said pushing myself out of his grasps. He ignored my whine and walked to the far end of the hallway where his bedroom still sat. Following him towards his room, he waited for me to get inside then slammed the door shut.

“Talk.” He said harshly as he walked into his large walkin closet, stripping himself from his shirt and throwing it a basket in the process. He walked back out a few moments later in a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips and a t-shirt thrown over his shoulder. If I say so myself he has definitely been keeping his body in check.

“Sit.” He said pointing to his bed as he pulled on his shirt.

“No. Do I look like a dog?” I said crossing my arms and leaning back against the door.

“Did it fucking sound like an option? And well you are a bitch.” He said as he grabbed my arm and pushed me onto his bed.

“If you keep manhandling me, I’ll swear I’ll chop of your dick Dolan.” I said glaring up at him as I sat up from my thrown position. All he did was roll his eyes and make his way over the the desk that sat in the far corner near to the window. I noticed a small digital clock that sat on the desk and it read 4:45 a.m. Letting out a breath I didn't realized I had held in, all the exhaustion I have been holding back seemed to finally release myself as I let myself fall back into the bed.

“I said sit, not lay.” He said still facing away from me.

“Never listened to you before so why start now.” I said rolling onto my side to face his direction. He was looking at paper work that was scattered on top of the desk when he felt my gaze on him, making him twist around and looked at me. He seemed to get lost in his own thoughts as he watched me. His face seemed to soften up somewhat before it disappeared and he turned around.

“Don’t lay like that.” He said bringing his attention back to the papers in front of him.

“Lay like what? I’m literally just laying down.” I said annoyed as I sat up.

“Like you used to when I worked. Like you belong there, in my bed.” He said as his shoulders drooped..

"But Hailey can lay in your bed because she belongs here right?” I said surprising myself at the petty jealousy that was laced in my voice. He had stopped moving as his back muscles tensed back up.

“She doesn’t come in my room. She especially does not lay in my bed.” He replied. Feeling somewhat satisfied with his answer, I took a moment to look around the room. It was pretty much the same. All the same furniture was still there just moved around, shelves still held the same objects, clothes were still all over the floor. His bed side table still held my initials I had carved in many years ago so that any girl he brought home after me would know hes will always be mine. Reaching out to touch my engraved initials, memories of that day flowed back.

"What are you doing." Graysons voice said startling me slightly.

"Nothing." I replied as I moved my book over the small scratches.

"Baby, guilt is written all over your face." He said walking into his room and over to where I layed. Staring down at me, he tried to pick out any sign as to what I was just doing. When my eyes twitch to the left a little his gaze followed as he investigated the side table. He noticed the small curved wood scraps from when I removed them with his switch blade. Pushing the only thing on the table to the side he stared down at my initial for my first name on it.

"What were you doing?" He asked. Some anger rushed through him at the thought of you ruining his furniture but he was also very curious.

"I was engraving my initials." I said making eye contact with his beautiful hazel orbs.

"Why?" His deep voice asked.

"So that any girl you bring into your bedroom after me knows that you will always be mine." I said staring at my unfinished job. He stayed quiet after my little jealous explosion and simply grabbed his switch blade that was closed up in my hand and contiuned to carve my last names initial in right next to me first.

"No girl will ever come in here after you cause your it for me." He said leaning down and cupping my face gently in his hands. Smiling up at him, I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him down towards me. His soft lips met mine as a smile broke out from him.

Getting brought back from my flashback from his gaze I could feel on me as I mindlessly traced over the edged markings, I knew he felt that same way I did. Dangerous waters we were treading. The possibility of opening up wounds that have been healed up for the past four years was closer then I wanted. Sighing, I lifted myself up off the bed and walked over to where he was standing. Reaching into my pocket to grab the reason I was here, I unfolded it and layed it out infront of him. He quickly grabbed it as he read it over and spun around to face me.

“Where did you get this.” His asked as his voice came out strained as if he was trying to hold his emotions back.

“It was in my apartment, attached to this.” I said pulling out the picture I had in my other pocket. He grabbed the photo from my hands and stared down at it before snapping his head up to look at me.

“Im serious. Tell me where you got this y/n.” He said a little more louder this time.

“In my apartment! On my fucking cutting bored with a knife stabbed throught them." I replied annoyed. He ran his fingers through his hair and pushed past me.

“Don’t fucking play games!” He yelled as he turned to face me. His face was slightly red and his muscle’s were really protruding.

“Play games?! Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I would of came back here if I was 'playing games'. The last place I would ever want to be is back here with you.” I yelled at him as I clenched and unclenched my fists at my side. He seemed slightly taken back by my outburst but quickly stiffened back up as he dropped the paper and photo on the bed and walked over to his dresser. After rummaging through one of the draws, he pulled out a metal box and brought it over. Opening it up he dumped out all of the piece’s of paper that were held with in. Looking down at them, I noticed they all had the same thing written on all of them in the same hand writing.

What’s poor old Grayson Dolan without his girl? And I don’t mean that little whore you’ve been keeping around. How’s y/n? She looks good, too good. Makes me want to have her squirming underneath me as she cried out in pain.

They were all similar to the note I got. Same messy hand writing and same type of paper, but my referred to Grayson and told me things werent as they seemed also mine came along with a picture of Gray and I when we had to be around 18 years old, sitting outside on the porch with me on his lap. Honestly I didn’t know what to say. Grayson had physical hand written threats targeted against me and decide to just keep it a secret. As soon as I saw the note and pitcure at my place, I was in the car making the 3 ½ hour drive over here without thinking but he didn’t even think to even pick up the phone to tell me.

“How- how long have you had these?” I said looking at the piece’s of paper as a moment of silence fell over us.

“A couple months. I recieved some pictures too of you, they looked recent.” He said unbothered.

“What?! A couple months? You've received threats against me for months and got pictures of me recently? Are you fucking kidding me? Did you even think to tell me or was the small brain of yours too stupid and thought ’oh I better not tell y/n cause im a selfish dumbass and only does whats best for me, fuck y/n right? Who cares what happens to her’.” I yelled at him. He stood there taking my yelling with a clenched his jaw then began putting the papers back into the box along with my note and my picture. Once everything was put away he turned to walk back to his dresser.

“Stop ignoring me! What th-” I began to yell but he interrupted me by the loud sound of him slamming the dresser draw close.

“IM NOT FUCKING IGNORING YOU! If you would shut up for just a goddamn second and let me talk then you would of found out I handled the fucking situation already!” He screamed back at me. As he took a step forward I took one back. I wasnt necessarily afraid of him but I knew he was unpredictable when he was mad.

“What do you mean took care of it? Cause from where Im standing it looks like you didnt.” I said.

“When I said I took care of it, I took care of it.” He said walking towards his door and opening it up.

“Now get out and leave.” He spat out at me.

“You're joking right?” I asked in disbelief. Shaking my head I stood up but didnt make a move towards the door.

“After all these years I really would of thought that ego of yours would of actually shrunk but damn was I wrong. 'I took care of it'. What type of shady crap are you back into now? Or did you never leave that part of your life behind like you always promised you would. Cause from what I remember you told me you stopped working for those guys only for me to find you beating some guy almost to death a week later over some money he owed you. Then on top of all that bullshit I found out you had your own little gang and BROUGHT ETHAN INTO IT! And we all know how that ended, don’t we Grayson.” I said as anger rose in me. He looked over at me from the spot on the wall hes been staring at and I could of sworn his eyes darkened.

"You're the one who left. You walked away. I was done with all of that shit then you left.” He said dangerously low as he stalked towards me.

“And why do you think I left? Huh? Maybe cause I was tired of you lying to me, coming back home at ungodly times of the night, bruises all over, money just coming in from nowhere, PEOPLE TRYING TO GET TO YOU THROUGH ME. The list goes on and on! Remember Marcus? What happened there? Who’s fault was that? Who’s fault was it when I was in the hospital for three goddamn days because of a fucking gun shot wound? Huh? I was FUCKING 17 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I missed most of my stupid senior year because of you. I didn’t go to prom because of you! Couldn’t go to graduation! I almost didnt get the chance TO GO FUCKING COLLEGE BECAUSE OF YOU! My own parents basically disowned me when they found out I got pregant with your baby only to have that fucking miscarriage. I gave up my entire life for you. So dont you fucking stand there trying to acting all innocent and try to blame anything on me. I left because loving you was the DUMBEST DECISION I had ever made!” I yelled. I didnt even notice the tears that were falling down my face until my eyes became so blurry I couldn’t see. I reluctantly let out a loud whimper as a pair of arms wrapped around me and held me against its chest.

“No! Get away from me. I hate you! I hate you.” I said as I punched at his chest and tried to get away. Memories I hadn’t thought about in years kept flooding my mind as I cried hysterically into Graysons chest. The whole house stood quiet expect for my loud uncontrollable sobs. I had soon forgotten that the door was wide open and that everyone obviously had to of heard everything, which made me cry even more. Soon later my sobs quiet down and the tears dried up but my body was drained emotionally and physically. I felt Graysons grasp loosen slightly on me but still held me close as he gently removed my jacket. In one swift motion he had me up in his arms then placed me gently into the middle of his bed. Removing my boots, he pulled up the blanket that was draped messily on his bed and placed it comfortably on top of me. When he was about to pull away, something in me reached out to grab his arm and pull him slightly towards me. He pulled away lightly to much of my dismay as he walked away and closed the door. I thought he had left but soon the lights were shut off and the corner of the blanket lifted up from behind me. Once he was settled in and somewhat relaxed I scooted back trying to get some sort of body contact I was craving at the moment. To my surprise he was on his side facing me so that when I wiggled back his chest was pressed up against my back. He stiffened up at the contact and didnt dare move so I reached behind me, grabbing at his free arm and wrapped it around me. He quickly relax into my touch and tightened his grip around me bringing me close to him.

"Gray..” I whispered as my eyes stung from the tears forming again. He quietly hushed me and kissed the top of my head as he pulling me closer into him. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks and from the wetness on the back of my neck and uneven breathing in my ear. I could tell he was crying as well.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly and he hugged me closer soon lulling us both to sleep.

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