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countessofravenclaw · 2 years ago

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Do You Want To Be A Mean Girl?

Happy DCLA gift exchange day!!! This years was little more of an challenge for me, but I think I did manage to create something quite fun. I hope you like this @supernova-ferro I'm also sorry that there's no BIA in this, but that is completely outside my wheelhouse. So you get to enjoy what happens if Luty and Simbar meet... while they try to gaze the stars

Simon was scrolling through his computer. Officially, he was writing a new song right now, while Ambar was at school, but in reality, he was on a secret mission. Mission to really surprise Ambar for their anniversary.

Ambar was extremely hard to surprise, as they spent so much time together… But Simon was determined. He wanted to find something really unique…

The problem was that, even when he had now lived in Buenos Aires almost five years, he still was not that of the city. He didn’t even know how the public transportation worked—one of the reasons why Ambar had bought them a car right after Luna had split the fortune with her and was in the process of getting a license at the moment.

So basically, Simon did not know many cool places in Buenos Aires that you could take your girlfriend to. There always was the theater, but they had already been to ballets and other cultural events, often with Pedro and Delfi. This had to be something unique.

Simon gave up trying to come up with something on the spot and opened Google. He typed “things to do for an anniversary” to the search bar. There should be no shame in googling that, but he did feel just a little bit like a failure. If only the timing would have been better.

Ambar had big exams right at the same time of their anniversary, so they couldn’t go on some big trip or anything.

They could have gone to England or something. Ambar had been saying that she wanted to go and visit Gastón and Nina there at some point and have them show them around at Oxford and Simon agreed that it sounded like a good idea, but that would have to wait. For their anniversary, a night out would need to be enough.

The search results didn’t seem to be that much help. Midnight stroll… flowers… all the basic stuff.

Simon edited the search, adding “ideas for Buenos Aires” to the search bar. Simon started scrolling down the search results. Maybe he should just give up and call Luna for help with ideas…

Simon’s eyes focused on a link, that he could have sworn had not been there before: Lover’s Nest ~ stargazing adventures. Simon stared at the link for a moment. Stargazing… that sounded interesting. Simon clicked the link.

Lover’s Nest ~ stargazing adventures: Looking for a way to impress that special someone? Way to throw your proposal out of the park so you definitely get the answer you want? Or do you just really wanna feel single by yourself? Lover’s nest’s stargazing adventure events are for you! Come with us, and reserve your spot on our next picnic so you can observe the celestial elements. NOW!

Simon read the description again. He had never heard of a company called Lover’s Nest before. The description sounded too good. He wasn’t sure where this had been hiding all this time, but it was perfect.

This was going to be it. Simon clicked the three dots on the corner of the website. Now he needed to reserve a spot for them.

Where did they even held these picnics… and when. He saw a calendar symbol at the right lower corner and clicked it. It took him on a page which was a big calendar. Some of the days were colored purple and different times and addresses were listed on them.

So, this was like buying movie tickets? Simon looked at the weekend when their anniversary would land on. Good, the Saturday had an event… at Micaela Bastidas Park. That place was perfect.

Simon clicked on the date… oh noh, apparently there was only two places left. Good thing he had found this when he had. Simon filled out the form to reserve two spots. After he was done, he clicked on the reserve button.

Simon was really happy that he had gotten the ball rolling on this… and with no help. He was totally capable of arranging romantic gestures all by himself…

He looked back at the screen and to his horror saw that the site had started downloading. Simon tried to click on the keyboard, but nothing worked. Almost like the computer had frozen. He had no idea if the reservation had gone through.

Simon tried to think what to do, when a text “Thank you for your reservation.” came on the screen.

Simon breathed a sigh of relief… it had worked out.

…At the same time

“Natalia, what are we doing during the weekend?” Ludmila looked up from the couch as Naty sat down holding two glasses of juice, handing other one to her.

“We’re going to that stargazing event,” Naty looked a Ludmila. “You threatened to bury me six feet under if I didn’t come with you, since you felt too awkward to go by yourself.”

“Well, you are my girlfriend, so where I want to go, you come with me,” Ludmila shrugged and picked up her phone. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” Naty stared at her, “You were the one who booked it.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Ludmila stared at her back, “You were.”

“No, you.”

“YOU!”

“It was supposed to be your job!”

“Well, I didn’t do it.”

“Then who did?” Naty looked at Ludmila with serious eyes.

“No one,” Ludmila remarked before her eyes widening in horror. “You mean, we don’t have a reservation for Saturday?!? Natalia! Do you know how fast the Lover’s Nest’s events fill up?”

“No.” Naty shook her head, “You mentioned this whole thing for the first time, when we talked about this last time, and you said you’d book it.”

Ludmila dove for her tablet, “We need to make the reservations now!” She scrambled on the tablet to get on the Lover’s Nest’s website and opened the calendar.

“Pheeeewww, there are still two spots left on Saturday,” Ludmila looked up. “Natalia, you should have been more attentive. We almost didn’t make it.”

“I am not commenting on that.” Naty just shook her head. “You’re lucky that I love you.”

“Oh wait,” Ludmila looked down at the tablet, “Why is this lagging?”

Ludmila tried to tap on the tablet, but the website window looked like it was downloading nothing, and it was taking forever. “This house has terrible WiFi.”

“Let me see.” Naty took the tablet and pressed the home button… which miraculously made the loading symbol to disappear and the confirmation of their reservations flashed on the screen.

“Oh, Natalia!” Ludmila hugged her, “You’re the best!”

***

“Simon, where are we going?” Ambar asked for, probably, for the tenth time from the front seat while Simon was driving. He had blindfolded her, once they had left the apartment.

“I am not going to tell you,” Simon smirked and rounded the corner. “But trust me… You are going to love it.”

“I hate this blindfold,” Ambar continued complaining.

“Just relax.”

“How am I supposed to relax while I can’t see and you are driving.” Ambar shook her head, “You could be running a red light as we speak. Need I remind you that I am going to be a lawyer? I would like to achieve that without you getting arrested.”

“Don’t you worry about that.” Simon laughed, “Since we are here. You can take the blind fold off.”

“Where are we?” Ambar questioned as they got out of the car. She looked around at the dark park.

“Micaela Bastidas,” Simon explained while taking her hand. “I found a company that arranges stargazing events here.” Simon pointed toward a gated area in the middle of the park. You could see the twinkling lights and hear the mood music.

“Star gazing?” Ambar looked at Simon.

“Great idea right…?” Simon said, before getting flustered by Ambar’s questioning face. “Or… unless you hate it… then this would have not been a good idea… But, I…”

“No, no, no,” Ambar put her hand on his cheeks, “This sounds beautiful. I just didn’t think you’d come up with something like that.”

“Well, then. Lets go.” Simon took Ambar’s hand again and they walked to the gated area. Inside there were multiple picnic blankets with lots of pillows and even couple of telescopes.

“Ours should be the blanket number 15.” Simon said to Ambar while scanning the area. It looked like the place seemed to be sold out for tonight. “Or just the one thats unoccupied.”

“That’s empty right there.” Ambar pointed towards an empty blanket on their left.

Simon and Ambar walked to the blanket, and sure enough, the number 15 was written in the corner of it, in golden letters.

“You’re right,” Ambar leaned onto Simon after they had sat down, “this is very romantic.”

“Always best for you.” Simon said and started leaning down to kiss her—

“Natalia! I told you that we can’t be late!” Simon and Ambar got interrupted by two voices yellingin the distance.

“Well, it was not me who took forever in shower, was it?”

“Well… that is not important now,” the voices continued, “We need to find out place.”

“It is very crowded here tonight.”

“You’d think people would come here to relax,” Ambar shook her head, “not to fight.”

“Well, each their own,” Simon shrugged, “We don’t need to pay attention to them.”

They turned their head back to the sky… until two shadows obscured their view.

“Excuse me,” they looked up and saw two women, one blonde and the other having black curls, standing in front of them. “I think you are on our spot.”

“I am sorry, but that can’t be possible,” Ambar looked at the women and them back to Simon. “We reserved this spot.”

“No, we reserved this spot,” the blonde woman who had quite bossy voice crossed her arms. “Our spot was 15.”

“This is 15, but this is our spot.” Simon joined in the conversation once Ambar had stood up from the ground. “We reserved it.”

“You sure?” the curly-haired one questioned, “because I know that we reserved this. Maybe both of you thought the other one had done it and you never actually did it.”

“No, he did the booking,” Ambar had also crossed her arms, “We even have the receipt.”

“Honestly, I don’t care,” the blonde woman was not relenting, “We need this spot, so you need to move.”

“I am sorry, but we’re not moving.”

“I warn you.” The blonde woman continued, “You don’t want to mess with me. I used to be quite of a mean girl and can be again.”

“Please,” Ambar scoffed, “You probably have not even seen a mean girl. I used to reign terror both in my upper-secondary school and in my skating rink.”

“No one can match me as the mean girl.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Well, I bet you never cut off a head from a stuffed toy you got as a gift from the boy who liked you.”

“How is that even mean? I made sure that the girl I hated failed her skating exam by making her fall.”

Once Ambar started arguing with the blonde woman, Simon knew better than to get involved. Instead, he crept next to the curly-haired one who was just watching the chaos unfold.

“Hi,” he said to her. “This your girlfriend?”

“Unfortunately,” the woman nodded, “Should have known that would happen. The site was weird when we did the booking.” Then she turned towards Simon. “I am Naty. That's right there is Ludmila.”

“Nice to meet you.” Simon shook her hand. “I am Simon. Ambar is my girlfriend. I love your accent by the way.”

“Thanks. I am from Spain.” Naty laughed, “Yours sound funny too.”

“I am guilty of being a Mexican,” Simon nodded.

“Does your girlfriend get often in fights with other ex-mean girls?” Naty asked Simon, “Because, surprisingly this is the first for Ludmila.”

“Not usually.”

“Gotta say,” Naty chuckled, “this is kind of entertaining.”

“Yeah,” Simon looked back at Ludmila and Ambar, “They should make a game show out of this.”

Simon and Naty were standing on a flashy spinning stage, their backs against each other in glittering outfits. Ambar and Ludmila were standing on their own podiums at opposite ends of the stage, facing each other.

“Welcome to our show!” Naty yelled enthusiastically. “This is the “Do You Want To Be a Mean Girl?”. The show where we determined the meanest girls in Buenos Aires.”

“Our competitors today are:” Simon continued from Naty with an enthusiastic host voice, “On the right: Ludmila Ferro! And on the left: Ambar Smith! Let the meanest meanie win.”

“Okay, ladies,” Naty suddenly pulled out a huge hot pink and black wheel out of nowhere. “You know the rules. There will be seven questions, the wheel will decide, and they will determine which one of you is the ultimate mean girl in Buenos Aires. The title comes with the picnic spot and bragging rights.”

Ludmila and Ambar were eyeing each other murderously.

“Lets start,” Simon put his hand on the wheel and spun it around.

“Okay, question number one,” Naty read off the wheel, “Who was your mortal enemy and what is your relationship now? The first answering turn goes to Ambar.”

“My mortal enemy’s name was Luna Valente,” Ambar smirked, “She was an annoying little girl who came to take over everything that was mine. She ended up being my adoptive mother’s though to be deceased niece, so we are cousins now.”

“The first opponent with a strong start,” Simon exclaimed, “Ludmila, your response?”

“My mortal enemy was called Violetta Castillo,” Ludmila started explaining, “She liked the same guy as I did and would always steal my spotlight. Her dad and my mom were kind of married, so she is my sister now.”

“Tough call,” Simon whispered to Naty.

“You wouldn’t think that you always become family with your enemies, but maybe it is more common than you think,” Naty shrugged. “We have a winner for the first round!”

Suddenly a floating scoreboard appeared above everyone's head. The score under a huge pink and black “L” read 1 while the score under the “A” read 0.

“The first round has gone to Ludmila,” Simon yelled, “In a technicality, sisters are closer than cousins. Time for round two!”

It was Ludmila’s turn to smirk while Ambar frowned. Simon spun the wheel again.

“Question two!” Naty announced, “What happened when you met your enemy for the first time? What did you do? Ambar starts again.”

“She spilled chocolate milkshake on me, so I threw her into the pool,” Ambar explained terrifyingly calmly.

“Ludmila, your response,” Simon turned to Ludmila who looked too astonished to speak.

“Uhm, I think I yelled at her because she was getting paid for piano lessons…”

“Clear K.O.” Simon said to Naty, and the scoreboard showed that Ambar had gained the point. “Ambar wins!”

“The question three!” Naty announced and went to spin the wheel herself this time. “Hypothetical scenario, that surely happened. Your enemy covers your song. What do you do? Ludmila starts this time.”

“Well, I was late for our concert so when I arrived, what I saw shocked me.” Ludmila did a dramatic fainting motion for a second, “Violetta was singing my song and doing my choreography in the air with the harness. So, I accidentally tipped down a ladder that made the rigging system fail and she almost fell to her death.”

“Compelling story,” Simon took over, “Ambar, your response.”

“I had detention, so I was late for an Open, and my idiot ex-boyfriend had gotten Luna to sing with him instead of waiting for me,” Ambar started talking, “So I obviously broke up with him.”

“This is interesting,” Naty said to Simon, “Break up, near-death experience… how do you weigh them?”

“You don’t,” Simon frowned, “Point goes to Ludmila!”

“Question four!” Naty read off the wheel. “What would you do to get your enemy out of your house?”

“I pretended to be my mom and her dad on the phone and made them break up.”

“Stole a priceless piece of art and framed her dad.”

“Point to Ambar!”

“Next question: Worst thing you did to your minions?”

“Made them accomplishes in my schemes.”

“Broke her arm and a leg.”

“And you’re still with her?” Simon asked Naty after Ludmila’s response.

“Well, what can you do. She is adorable.” Naty shrugged. “Ludmila takes this round! This is way too even,” she said to Simon.

“Will probably end in a tie.” Simon pondered.

“Anyways…” Naty turned back to the wheel, “This next question is my favorite. You were the Mean Girl, but we know that it wasn’t you. Who made you do it? Ludmila starts.”

“My mother never got the success she wanted, so she thought she could live through me. But was I never good enough for her.” Ludmila explained.

“Opponents response.” Simon gave Ambar her turn.

“My mother didn’t want to be known as my mother in the public. She also made me believe that I was her long-lost niece to serve her own goals. She also almost burned the house down.”

“These bring tears to my eyes,” Naty said before turning towards Simon. “The winner is pretty clear. Ambar gets the point, and we once again have a tie! Well, good for us, we have a final tiebreaker question. Simon, if you would do the honors?”

“Of course.” Simon said and spun the wheel one last time. “What is the worse thing you have ever done?”

“You think you’re so terrible,” Ludmila snapped towards Ambar. Their fight was still in full swing. Simon and Naty were observing every twist and turn while looking pensive. “I blackmailed my childhood friend to emotionally manipulate Violetta to fall in love with him, so he could break her heart at the best time.”

“That’s not even that bad,” Ambar scoffed, “I was so jealous of Luna that I burned down our roller-skating rink. It was a pity that it was at night, so empty, and no one got hurt.”

Ludmila, Naty, and Simon just stared at Ambar while she looked like she was just now snapping back into reality.

“You know what,” Naty swooped next to Ludmila and took her arm, “Ludmi, I think I see another empty spot over at the other side. Let's go, I am not accepting any protests. It was nice to meet you, Simon.”

“What just happened?” Ambar ran a hand through her hair and was looking extremely confused, “What did I say?”

“Well, you kind of said hat it was a pity that no one got hurt when you burned Roller down,” Simon said with the straightest face he was able to muster.

“Oh my god,” Ambar sank down to the ground, while the realization hit her, “That’s not what I meant to say, I didn’t mean that. I am a horrible person. She just really pushed my buttons.”

“Well, you got them to leave.” Simon ran his hand on her arms.

15 years later…

“And that's how Mommy chased out a crazy lady on our second anniversary.” Simon finished the story while his daughter, Ivory Alvarez, looked at him at awe.

“What did you tell her?”

Ambar showed up from the kitchen and sat on the couch with them.

“Mommy!” Ivory jumped on the sofa. It sometimes felt like she had her godmother’s energy. “Did that really happen?”

“We did go stargazing on our second anniversary,” Ambar nodded, “Glad to see that Daddy remembers.”

“No!” Ivory frowned,

“Did you burn Roller down?”

“Of course not,” Simon cut in before Ambar was able to open her mouth. “Ivory, Mommy would never break the law.” Simon winked at Ambar.

“And Aunt Luna would have killed me.” Ambar shook her head and discreetly slapped Simon on his arm.

“What happened to graze lady?” Ivory questioned.

“Were not sure,” Ambar looked at Simon. “But we hope that she and her girlfriend are very happy. Just like us.”

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Like I said, this definitely was outside of my comfort zone, but in the end I think this ended up being quite hilarious... at least in my head. Hopefully, other people think so too. PS. If this actually happened or did Simon just make it up is completely in viewer's discretion.

#Soy Luna #Violetta #DCLA gift exchange 2023 #Simbar #Luty #What would happen if Ambar and Ludmila met #dcla telenovelas gift exchange 2023

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years ago

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hole in the wall

In a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with hole in the wall that has him coming back for more.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, PWP, cult activity, drug mention, alcohol consumption, glory hole, cursing, degradation, praise, possessive jealous!shouto, stuck in the wall, spanking, overstim, bruising, bleeding, breeding

word count: 7,831

a/n: read the fucking warnings bro, im tired, I hate formatting, here’s to finally writing what I wanna write! also, this is for a lovely bnharem collab that kept getting pushed back... make sure to read the intro to understand my story! anyways, gloryholes is peak anonymous sex and I just,,, if thats the only way imma get to suck shoutos cock, I will. I had something else to say... I forgot. oH THIS IS WRITTEN IN A NEW STLYE-ISH??? porn from shoutos pov!!!

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Traditionally, when people think of the connection between heroes and cults, they expect that the heroes eradicate the cults, not that the heroes are a part of a cult.

It was somewhat ironic that a group of people who advocated for public safety, for the wellbeing of every citizen of the country - the world - would demand compensation in areas that didn't involve financial compensation. Heroes saved the day countless amounts of times, but when they needed... help at night because they've been so busy saving the world, there needed to be compensation.

It had shocked nearly everyone within the hero community when none other than Yaoyorozu Momo brought them a solution. For nothing more than loyalty to saving the day, all heroes granted the benefit of joining the Savior of Eight Million, an… organization brought forth by the prodigious hero. It had shocked the hero community at first that the once thought of a modern-day princess, putting together a wicked group that served the beastly needs of heroes, was almost laughable. But as time passed, as trials tested the organization (cult), the more heroes realized how lucky they were that it was Yaoyorozu who created this.

The Yaoyorozus, in all their riches and connections, made this group untouchable.

Police were bought off, apprehended, silenced.

Heroes with the savior complex were put down.

Villains were never believed.

The Savior of Eight Million held ties with the greatest, the most esteemed people in the world. The parties were unworldly, dripping with diamonds and gold, the sweet smell of champagne barely drowning out the bitter acidic and burning plastic smell of the drugs used vicariously at their gatherings. All heroes joined, politicians and celebrities fought to get in, and commoners wished they could be the servants of the night, whether that meant they would be serving food, drinks, or drugs, or allowing the heroes to do what this was all started for: to fuck them.

Of course, it didn't help that each commoner was paid for their service, discretion, and loyalty. Those who attempted to give away the secrets of the nights were always taken care of, and every gathering after someone tried to snitch, there was always a complaint that a sex slave just wasn't good enough.

Yaoyorozu Momo was a sweet girl, a helpful woman. She was a hero.

Heroes far and wide grovel at her feet in thanks, and even more surprisingly, even her old class supported this. Oh, how great life was when you were the most significant, greatest, and most untouchable cult in history.

To Todoroki Shouto, well, he didn't really have an opinion on this all, not really at least.

The cult - the organization, was created to help out heroes such as himself live comfortably while having such a busy lifestyle. His sex drive had never been that high, with his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he could count on his two hands the number of times he'd been attended to with the help of the organization within the past five years.

Yes, two years after debuting as heroes, Momo had approached the graduate class with her plan. Todoroki Shouto could never deny a friend, especially not someone as smart and intentional as Yaoyorozu Momo. He had been one of the first - if not the first - voice to approve of her project.

However, the fifth-anniversary gathering (it was not a party) was finally here. Two months ago, the first round of reminders came around in the form of a beautifully handwritten card by their fearless yet kind leader. Shouto wondered if she really had handwritten each and every card, or if she had created it with her quirk - while he wasn't that heavily involved, he was not ignorant to the numbers of the cult, group, organization.

TO TODOROKI SHOUTO,

I WRITE THIS LETTER TO ASK IF YOU WILL BE JOINING US IN TWO MONTHS FOR ONE OF THE MANY GREATEST CELEBRATIONS WE - THE MEMBERS OF THE SAVIOR OF EIGHT MILLION - WILL HAVE FOR OUR FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING SUCH A WELL RECEIVED AND INFLUENTIAL ORGANIZATION. I AM GRATEFUL TO RELAY THAT OUR ESTEEMED MEMBERS BAKUGOU-SAN AND MIDORIYA-SAN WILL BE HOSTING OUR EVENT!

I FEEL AS IF WE HAVE NOT SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG, TODOROKI-SAN, AND I MISS YOU SO DEARLY. I HOPE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE HAVE BEEN FINE AND THAT WE SHOULD MEET UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RESPOND TO THE RSVP TO EITHER JIROU-SAN, KAMINARI-SAN, OR ME!

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, YAOYOROZU MOMO

The letter had been kind, inviting, and so fleeting it made Shouto feel like he needed more from one of his most missed and trusted friend. Still, there would be time to catch up with everyone, no use in pushing now.

Grabbing his phone, Shouto typed in Momo's contact name into the search bar, tongue swiping his lower lip while he typed in his message and sent it. He had never been one for these parties. Too often, there were just too over-the-top. The festivities and friends were fun, but having to fight the impossible crowds for a moment of peace kept him from attending.

A truly mundane member.

But this was different after all, it wasn't every day that they celebrated five great years of service.

I'll be going, Yayorozu.

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Two months went by before Shouto had even realized it.

In those two months, he had received a formal invitation with a day and time.

2X28, OCTOBER 23

STARTING FROM 20:00

Of course, the lack of an address is a precaution for keeping their organization out of the limelight should they be betrayed. Events of all shapes and sizes were always planned by the upper board of the organization. Only a specific few knew the place where the night would befall, and the rest of the members would be brought to the festivities by a chauffeur provided by the Yaoyorozu's. Getting to and from the party was always stressfree, no matter what befell that night, their safety of getting home was still safe.

The invitation was tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, it was his ticket to getting into the party, and it was best to not leave it behind.

With the invitation now securely placed into his jacket, the smooth inflexible material stiff against his chest, Shouto stared into the mirror he stood before.

An elegant full-length mirror reflected his image to him, and truth be told, he was impressed with his presentation.

A charcoal grey Italian suit trimmed glinting silver nearly gleamed against the white light; the jacket was undone, exposing the white-collared long-sleeved shirt underneath. Typically, Shouto was a tie man, but the sleek black tie he was to wear lay hanging on the hanger, the first few buttons of the shirt undone. It highlighted his toned chest, the few pale scars on his chest just visible enough on his exposed skin to look like it was intensional. He looked good.

His fingers touched his hair, the once long style had been cut in a recent fight with a villain. It hadn't mattered much to Shouto, and in fact, the sudden haircut had spiked his overall ratings. It was short now, just long enough for his fingers to graze through the locks. It was slicked back, the swirl of red and white mixing and strands of red falling into his sight.

“Todoroki-sama, the car is here.”

Shouto didn't bother turning to the attendee, his gaze taking him in one last time.

"I'll be there."

His footsteps were quiet in the hallway, his waxed shiny black shoes gleaming in his hands as he walked to the front room. He slipped on the tight shoes and looked up to his servant, who stood at the front door with a patterned, black mask.

Nodding, he grabbed the mask and slipped it inside of his jacket as well.

A kitsune.

"Safe journey."

"I'll be back tonight."

And into the car, he went, the warm smell of leather and spices filling the backseat of the self-driving car. Shouto relaxed against the black leather, his eyes staring at the road while he slipped the mask out from his jacket. There was no reason to don the mask while stepping out of the house, being caught with it at his home always smelled trouble.

In the car's silence, his fingers rested onto his lap, his lips set into a firm line while his thoughts lingered to what was to come at this party.

The last time Bakugou and Midoriya hosted anything, it had ended with an overall disaster. Thankfully then it had been for their agency's founding party and not something dealing with the organization. But before he could muster the will to seek out further information on the private event, he realized that the car was already pulling into the large mansion where the event was being held.

People emerged from the cars before his own, the sleek masks donning on their faces, keeping their identities from unwanted eyes. The covers were specially made by none other than Yaoyorozu with the assistance of Hatsume Mei to ensure that those who wore it would be unrecognizable unless they were within a certain radius.

A small puff of air escaped Shouto's lips as his car pulled up to the unloading zone, and his strong fingers slipped on the mask before the car door opened. With the confidence and power, only those who worked as a top-ranked hero had Shouto emerged from the car immediately greeted by the entrance staff.

With his hands moving to button his jacket, he nodded his head when receiving information on what to expect upon entering. Shouto felt like he nodded forever while making his way up the entrance of the event, his hand reluctantly offering his phone and wallet over and receiving a ticket for retrieving it. Of course, the ticket came the bundle of condoms.

An eyebrow arched under the mask, and Shouto couldn't help the amused smirk that befell his lips as he pocketed the condoms.

The fuckers made this a sex party.

Why they even bothered to deny that they were a cult was beyond him at this point.

But as the grand doors opened, Shouto couldn't help but tense at the room's mixing aroma.

The sweet smell of champagne bubbled in his nose, wafting in powerfully with the perfumes secreting from every person in the room. If it had been his first time at an event like this, Shouto would have missed the undertone of burning plastic in the air. His eyes followed a civilian dressed up in a zebra zentai bodysuit holding a silver powder with most definitely not cocaine to who looked like the Prime Minister since he had his mask on.

Rolling his eyes, Shouto walked further into the room, ignoring the offers of drugs and alcohol as he carried on.

"Todoroki, my man! You made it!" came the loud and energetic voice of Kaminari Denki.

It shouldn't have shocked Shouto to immediately be swarmed with who looked like Kirishima (who wore a mask resembling a bear) and Kaminari (who had his mouse resembling mask resting on around his neck), who by the smell at least, were not sober.

"You're the last one to show up, dude! We almost thought you were gonna flake!" Kirishima added, his hand coming to land on Shouto's shoulder, his lips perked into a broad smile. "Everyone else decided to join the orgy room a few minutes ago, but this guy here—" he made a pointed jab at Kaminari's chest. "Was causing a large enough disturbance that we were kicked out."

"Bro, it's not my fault that those dummy civilians can't handle a few jolts of pain!"

"You literally electrocuted everyone in that orgy and left everyone unable to speak for a solid minute, bro!"

"Everyone else is here?" Shouto interrupted rather impressed to here that even Mineta was invited to this party - or maybe he had snuck in - choosing to ignore the mention of an orgy room.

Typical cult things, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, Denki and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so we pre-gamed at his place before coming. Sero did too, but after a few minutes of talking with some trapeze girl, they went into a room and well…" Kirishima trailed off, letting Shouto put two and two together. "Mina is flirting with the crown prince, Yaomomo and Jirou are in the orgy room, Bakugou and Midoriya seem to be micromanaging everything—"

"Those two need sex the most out of the entire class! Have you ever seen a bigger work pole up anyone's asses than in those two?!" Kaminari groaned, his fingers roughly rubbing the skin of his face, and Shouto laughed softly in agreement. It was somewhat ironic that their virgin classmates were the ones who organized and put together a sex party.

"I can't begin to imagine Midoriya having sex. Although that man is basically becoming sex on legs," Kaminari continued to gripe, Shouto grunting softly in thanks when Kirishima handed him a cup filled to the near brim with a copper liquid that burned smoothly down his throat. Shouto grimaced as he managed to down the entire thing. "I can see Bakugou just blowing a hole into the wall and fucking it and considering that sex. Ain't nobody normal who can — OH MY GOD!"

Shouto looked at his friend with nearing annoyance; however, the alcohol already taking a humming effect over his body made the annoyance slip easily.

"Bro, you're gonna get us kicked out of this party, and that's gonna be the shittiest thing!" Kirishima groaned while Kaminari spazzed with what seemed to be the biggest lightbulb of an idea.

"The hoes — the holes! For the glory!" Kaminari slurred with how fast he was speaking, his hands fisting into both Shouto's and Kirishima's jackets, his yellow eyes burning bright in his excitement.

Shouto tried to keep his annoyance down, and the itch to rip Kaminari's iron grip from his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about—" Kirishima tried again, his hand resting on Kaminari's ribcage to steady him.

"Ei, the gloryholes!"

Gloryholes?

Shouto numbing mind searched the banks of his memory to figure out where that word came from and why it sounded vaguely familiar.

"Oh, fuck," came Kirishima's strained approval, and Shouto looked at his two friends who were grinning pervertedly at each other.

"What's that?" Shouto asked, his lips buzzing slightly as the alcohol was fully absorbed into his bloodstream, and somehow the smell of sex filled his nose, and the noises of unadulterated carnal lust filled his ears.

"Oh man, Todoroki, if you don't know," Kaminari trailed off, his lips pinched into an elfish smirk, and electricity coming off his hair in his evident excitement. "Just trust me, you gotta experience this shit!"

Shouto wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that thrummed merrily in his veins or the knowing glint in his friend's eyes that whispered to him to find out just what it was, but he felt his head nod without his full awareness. The feeling of their hands on his upper shoulder felt fuzzy as they took him away, intent heavy in every step they took.

He could barely take in the passing rooms as they went, the aerial artists, the sex rooms, the orgy rooms. There were so many rooms designated for just about every kink imaginable that even the stoic Shouto felt his cheeks flaring in embarrassment. With each passing step and opened room, the smell of sex, pheromones, and lust grew in Shouto's nose; the more the sticky sweet moans and screams of the cult members clung to his skin.

For a hero that was never too hot or too cold without his own ministrations, his skin was feeling feverishly hot with cold feet when they finally stopped in front of the only closed door in the hallway.

"Welcome!" came a cheery voice, Shouto blinked, and a woman appeared from nowhere.

She wore a powder blue ava tea dress; it was elegant, sleek, yet too old-school for an event such as this one. Shouto immediately assumed that she was not partaking in the sexual activities, but was instead acting as a hostess of sorts.

"Just you three patrons tonight?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and Kirishima speaking up in agreement for the group of three. "Good, good. We do have enough openings for the three of you, most people haven't found our little… hole in the wall, if you would," she took a moment to giggle joyfully, her gloved fingers pressing to her ruby red lips and Shouto fought the urge to walk away. "So please, feel free to look around and stay as long as you want!"

Her words were light and breezy, but still, there was rising suspicion and tension in Shouto's spine at her small quip.

With an innocuous smile and a glint in her eyes, she opened the door with a gentle, "have fun," and Shouto's friends ushered him in.

His initial reaction? What. The. Fuck?!

The room they entered was large and spacious, or well, at the very least, Shouto assumed it would have been if it wasn't for the obviously installed maze of walls. But with every wall, there was a collage of pictures. Faces of women, men, humans, mutants, everything you could think of plastered above a hole. Curiously enough, the images above one hole were of the same person.

His eyes swept the room, and he saw a few spots already taken, men with their pants and underwear dropped to their knees pressing up against the wall so that their noses were smushed to the makeshift walls.

Shouto blinked.

Gloryholes? Pictures of random people?

Were they fucking ghosts?

"This is paradise!" Kaminari groaned in pleasure, his arms spacing out as if he had come with fantastic news. "These normies always look at you so weirdly when you fuck at orgies, here… you get the nut and don't have to have them staring at you!"

Paradise?!

Shouto stared as his electricity wielding friend approached a hole that adorned photos of a girl with hooded eyes and a tongue piercing. He dropped his bottoms before sticking his hardening cock into the waiting hole with two raps of his fist. At this point, Shouto wasn't sure if what he had drunk was actually alcohol now.

"These aren't dead people, are they?" Shouto couldn't keep himself from asking, his palms sweating while Kirishima laughed deeply in his chest.

"Not at all, man, it's real people, I promise! Pick your hole and have fun!" Kirishima encouraged, placing a solid pat on Shouto's shoulder before approaching a hole with a picture of a girl with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Nodding numbly to himself at this point, Shouto meandered the different walls, his eyes absorbing the various pictures on the walls.

But he fell on the spot with a picture so vivating that drew him in. The chasms of your eyes defiant yet shy, a smile that called him in, and lips that looked supple and strong.

He stood no chance in defying the itching, burning need to follow suit of every other person in this room. Shouto approached the hole, his fingers pulling at his belt, quickly lowering his charcoal grey slacks and black boxer briefs. He stared into your pictured eyes, mesmerized by them, and grasped onto his hardening cock.

A soft shudder invaded his skin as he pressed his cock through the awaiting hole, the skin of his heated cock scraping against the hole, making him strangle a grunt in his throat. But when the wet heat of your mouth enveloped his cock past the hole in the wall, Shouto's face nearly crashed against the wall.

Shouto wasn't sure what to have expected, but he had summed up that this was some over-glorified handjob, a vigorous clumsy jackoff he could have done himself. But he did not expect, in any sense of what this was, to be met with warm, wet lips and a tongue that pressed underneath the head of his cock.

A guttural noise slipped past his lips, and Shouto's palms pressed against the wall, his head spinning dizzyingly from the sensation.

Shouto's breathing was erratic, his cock hardening more, twitching within your mouth as he felt your head begin to bob against his length at a slow, leisurely pace.

His hips thrust toward the wall, his vision spinning from what this heightened sensation of what he always thought to be a mundane act. Shouto's slacks were too far up his thighs; however, the fabric spread to his max despite his attempt to lower down. He wanted to get closer to the wall, get whoever you were past this wall to take in his entire cock without an issue, so mindlessly, instinctively, he shoved the slacks further down, grunting with relieved pleasure at being able to spread out further, at getting closer to you.

"Holy shit," Shouto grunted, his forehead pressing against the cold wall, undoubtedly crinkling the paper of your photos. His hips came forward, hitting the wall dividing him and you with low, vibrating thuds, and you let him, allowed him to keep his rutting hips at the pace they were. You took him in as if it was nothing, the smooth skin of your lips gliding against his throbbing length, your tongue running alongside the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins of his skin, twisting against the sensitive skin, providing new sensations and shivers.

Shouto knew immediately that you were letting him fuck your mouth however he saw fit.

He felt you moan around him, a long, deep, undeniable noise that somehow drifted through the hole, vibrated against his cock, and could be felt against his curling toes. The sound and sensations were proving to be effective, a pooling heat building in his balls, simmering up and down his spine and neck. How he wished to grab you by the back of your head and drive his cock down your throat without mercy.

Snarling in the back of his throat, suddenly fueled by the image of fucking you, the thought of you on your knees, tears built in your bright eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks feeding him. And as if you knew what he wanted, Shouto's knees near bucked out when your mouth took him in even further, the soft choking noise, the feeling of his cock pressing against the back of your throat sending his fingers digging into the wall.

He drilled in faster, grateful for your ability to keep up, the feeling of his cock pressing down the back of your throat sending his jaw flying open, curses and praises spilling past his lips with every inch you took him further down your throat. The area of his cock unable to be taken in your mouth was surrounded by your fingers — by god, what fucking fingers you had — warm and robust, they held his skin, sliding effortlessly against the spit lubricated skin.

"You can hear me right, whore?" Shouto growled against the wall, the hot air of his breath almost fogging the area he was standing in. Somehow, he heard the choked noise of agreement, the bobbing head vigorously nodding, sending you into a sputtering choke from the awkward angle. But Shouto liked hearing you choke, liked hearing the needy tone in your whining agreement, and he swore he was feeling his heartbeat in his balls. "You're not here entirely on your own will, are you? Came here for money, to suck some rich mans' cock?" His hips stammered when you sucked your cheeks in around his length, his eyes rolling in the break of his concentration, his blood pumping in his hormone pumped euphoria. "I want you to fucking choke on my cock, you hear that? Take me all the way in, don't be scared, I know you probably don't see much cock, but I promise if you can handle me, you'll never want other cock, slut. Take me all, and I promise you, you won't regret it."

A hiccuped breath came from your side of the wall, and Shouto almost wanted to simply burn the wall down to claim you for all his need and glory, someone with a mouth as gifted as yours definitely needed to be fucked correctly. Still, his hips reigned down, slamming against the wall so that the thuds of his impeding hips were heard softly in the other areas.

And you? Behind the wall?

He could feel the weight of your head pressing forward, the feeling of his length sliding further and further down your throat. The pulsing of his cock ridiculously stilled with the restrained muscles of your throat, and the almost excessive drool and spit that dripped from his length with your choking movements.

More, he wanted more, he needed more.

"Fuck, slut, you're taking me so fucking well. You almost have me entirely in your mouth," Shouto growled, an inch or so of his cock still not entirely in your mouth, but not letting your tight fist work his cock. "Don't give up, take me all, I know a whore like you who shows up to be a sex slave can take my cock."

A whine (was that a horny or a frustrated whine?) emitted from the wall, and with a strained noise, Shouto felt your wet, hot lips make contact with the base of his cock as he continued to drill into you. Spluttering groans poured from his throat, the feeling of your hot cavern and resisting throat, sending him over the edge.

"Yes," Shouto gasped, the smell of sex, electricity, and barely burning walls simmering in his nose. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Shouto could feel his nerves being shot out, the feeling of the compliant mouth keeping him pumping into the hole, his fingers digging further and further into the wall into it cracked and crumbled, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, to break through the wall to get to you. He was almost there, so close, but needed to get over the hill. And then Shouto was swallowed completely when his slamming his stopped, he could feel your lip press to his skin hidden by the hole. He had no doubt that it must have been sorely uncomfortable for you, yet you were doing it to the point where he was fumbling for words, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your tongue wrapped around his cock, massaging the skin. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!"

His head dropped back with the shooting electricity in his blood, sweat dripping from his temple and you, the stranger behind the wall, gave one vicious, strong suck, your mouth only surrounding the head of his cock, your wet tongue flicking the slit on his head, and he was spilling over.

Hot, thick, heavy ropes of white cum spurted from his cock and Shouto shuddered, his shaking breath echoing in his ears, and he could still feel your tongue moving, coaxing out the finality of his orgasm, teeth scraping against his sensitive cock just enough to have him seeing stars.

But the giggle that erupted in your throat was well noticed by Shouto, and he grunted in slight annoyance. Pulling away, a soft, almost unwanted pop echoed on the other side of the wall.

Shouto watched as his spit and cum covered cock pulled back to his side of the wall, and he grunted unwillingly. His forehead still rested against the wall, and he looked up to his left side with a disgruntled noise to see that he did, in fact, scorch his fingertips into the wall.

As he tucked himself back into his underwear and slacks, Shouto's blissed-out eyes fell onto the hole where your hand was perched out of it, your pinky the only finger visible.

"Pinky promise you'll come back later?" your raspy voice asked, and Shouto wondered if that was how you usually sounded or if it was from what happened.

"As long as you promise to do something like that again," Shouto smirked, his pink taking yours anyways.

He could promise that to the hole in the wall.

Shouto slips out the door and is immediately greeted with a bummed out Kaminari and a profusely apologizing Kirishima. He later finds out that Kaminari let out yet another round of voltage of electricity (he's banned from fucking anyone that can't absorb his quirk without damaging themselves), and that Kirishima in his blissed-out state accidentally went into his unbreakable mode and tore a hole into the wall. Shouto didn't bother telling them of the scorched walls and left with his friends.

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It only felt like a few minutes before Shouto found himself outside the same closed door of the room with gloryholes. The alcohol had long since been burned from his system, he is practically positive that you managed to suck it out from his bloodstream.

For the past two hours, he had been around the mansion, aiding Kirishima in his objective to keep Kaminari from accidentally killing a sexual partner. It had been for the best, Shouto believed. He was no prude and definitely didn't hate indulging in the occasional orgies - especially at parties like this. But for some reason, as strangers attempted to shed him from his clothes, lips, and fingers roaming his scarred, heated skin, he thought of you and only you.

Your tantalizing mouth and fingers.

He had exited the orgy room faster than All Might at his peak.

He was strangely obsessed with a stranger, a person who was no more than someone past a hole in the wall. Who knew if your picture was what you looked like, but he sure hoped it was.

But when Mina had appeared out of nowhere, her perfectly manicured fingers pressing against Kirishima's chest as she emerged from behind him. She was, obviously, one of the few easily discernable members of the cult.

"So, the crown prince does not know how to use his dick, and I am disappointed in men all over again!" Mina pouted, but her usual sly grin was back on her face before Shouto could ask if she needed help scouting potential 'dick appointments' as she so fondly calls them.

This was where things got strange in that Kirishima pointed out that Mina should just fuck a woman to teach men how to fuck women properly. Kaminari filled Shouto in with a horribly done stage whisper that the two of them had fucked before and that despite the experience of any man, Mina was never truly satisfied.

"Alright, student Kirishima," Mina had thrust her finger into Kirishima's chest. "Follow me to the hole-y wall and watch the master do her job!"

Once more, Shouto was outside the door, the woman seemingly materialized from thin air in her same powder blue ava tea party dress and ruby red smile.

"Welcome back! For four patrons this time?" the woman gleefully smiled, her gloved fingers clasping below her chin.

"For one, actually," Mina spoke up first, "I'm teaching these boys—"

"I've actually never had a problem," Shouto spoke up, his calm and collected gaze unwaveringly met the hostess despite the chilling horror and embarrassment of his words that crawled up his spine. At the same time, Mina looked up him and down with a small, small smirk. "I'll be taking a spot."

"Ho ho, well, excuse me," Mina giggled, turning back to the hostess with a brightness to her stance. "Two spots then. I have boys to teach!"

"Of course!" the hostess spoke unaffectedly by the group's dynamics. "Please enjoy yourselves! This part is a special treat for you lovely patrons, don't forget to be mindful of our poor angels stuck in the wall!"

The door opened, and in the group of four walked in.

If Shouto had been taken by surprise the first time, he was beyond belief the second time he entered this same room. His first time coming, there had only been those beautiful glory holes, but this time? There were no material holes.

Where the holes used to be, there were only large holes where the person assigned to the area was now presented to the public.

Asses curved to the sky, asses pointed to the ground. Cocks leaking, limp, and red with overstimulation, cunts soaked, throbbing, and swollen with overuse. It was indeed as if these individuals had been stuck in a wall, and Shouto already felt his cock twitch in his carnal lust and need to see just how you were positioned. How he prayed that you were at your spot, laying on your stomach, ass hanging out to the world waiting for his cock to claim you, waiting for him to ruin you. He wanted to feel your liquid lust drip from your cunt, splashing and trailing down your inner thigh.

Shouto didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends, the smell of sex, and his own lust switching his brain onto a one-track mindset with the growing need to get to you immediately.

And almost to his raging hormonal anger, he came to the aisle where you were parked, and while his heart hammered with the growing pleasure to see your ass hanging in the air, your thighs pressed to the wall, his vision turned red at the sight of some no-named man rutting his ugly cock between your dry folds.

In no time flat, Shouto was behind the man, his hand fisting into the collar of the man's shirt and tearing him away from him.

"Mine." he all but growled, his aura darkening while he glared at the red-faced idiot who attempted to cover himself up in the act of running away.

It didn't matter that what Shouto did was probably entirely rude and could result in him getting thrown out, you were his, and no way was someone going to fuck you when he was there. The weirded out gazes that fell upon him temporarily did nothing to Shouto, his focus back onto your squirming bottom, no doubt weirded out by the sudden lack of contact.

But with a sigh, his fingers combing the few falling free strands of hair out of his face, Shouto stood centimeters from your shifting thighs, watching you continue squirming until he finally moved. His hands pressed against your supple, smooth ass, enjoying the way you fit against his hands perfectly.

He stepped forward, allowing the bulge of his strained cock to press against the top of your ass — the perfect height for him. Shouto leaned forward, his forehead once more pressing against the cold wall, his eyes taking in the still visible scorch marks he had left behind and chuckled deep in his throat.

"I'm back, my precious whore, I bet you missed me," Shouto spoke through the wall, hoping that you would respond back to him. He thought he could hear an agreeing sound on the other side of the wall, another layer of muffled, and he wondered if maybe you had been gagged. The thought made him exhale slowly, his hips strained from rutting against you, but against his belief, your ass ground against his hardening cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. "You did miss me, huh?"

His calloused fingers moved from your supple ass to the outsides of your thighs, feather-soft touches skimming your skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps and twitching nerves. Shouto's gaze remained hard on your body, watching how you completely stilled when he found his fingers against the inner part of your thigh and just shy of the excessive heat that was radiating from your cunt.

And he leaned down, his lips pressing against the curve of your ass, his eyes partially hooded when he felt you relax against his hold. But the relaxed position you held quickly erased the moment his teeth sunk into your skin, and his finger pressed against your swollen clit.

Immediately, your body arched, a weak attempt to buck out of his hold while he heard a muffled cry from the other end of the wall. But Shouto was a hero, he was some with extreme control over his body, and as his tongue moved to soothe your throbbing ass, one finger continued to delicately dance against your clit, while the other shifted over to your softly beating cunt.

Shouto groaned against your skin, his pants feeling too tight, the material of his underwear too hot and stiff for how strained his cock was right now, yet it was nothing to the feeling of your tight, wet, hot cunt. In and out, he pumped his finger, curling the long digit against your puffy spongey walls, the thumb on your clit circulating in slow, intentional figure-eights until you were pathetically rising and falling against his finger, a garbled whine for more barely audible through the wall. He chuckled at the feeling of your inner walls forcible clenching against his intruding finger, and he rewarded you with a second finger.

"Doesn't this feel good?" Shouto groaned, his body straightening back up so that he was flushed against your ass, his forehead resting on the wall, and his now free hand slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.

He watched you with the intensity of a predator stalking their prey, his mouth twitching into a smirk when your toes curled with a sudden drag of his fingers over a ribbed area of your core. Growling in need, Shouto's hips slammed into you, mindlessly fucking you even with his clothes on. His fingers doubled in speed and intensity until the rapid clenching of your walls was unignorable around his fingers.

His forearms ached slightly with his continued fingering, his thumb almost stiff as he continued to assault your clit, but with the arching of your back, the stuttering of your hips as an impeding orgasm was growing bigger and stronger. Shouto barely registered the sight of his own hand rising and falling heavily onto your ass, the sound of the spank echoing loudly, but that had pushed you over the edge.

A loud mewl sounded from the wall, your legs trembling entirely uncontrollably against Shouto, who still drove his hard crotch into your soaked cunt. He didn't care if you were to wet the expensive suit, his mind now solely on the fact that he needs to claim you, needs to sink his cock all the way in, and make sure you were bruised for days to come.

Wasting no time, Shouto sheds off his pants and his underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud before aligning his already hard and swollen cock head to your clenching, sopping cunt. Shouto nearly shivers as he grips his fingers into your ass, his eyes mesmerized with how your flesh molds to his grasp, moving and shifting accordingly. With only a moan as a warning, Shouto wasted no time in pressing his cock to your cunt, and thrusting in with a single, sharp thrust.

If he had thought your cunt was tight with just your fingers, if he had thought the instance where you had vacuumed your mouth while sucking him off was tight, he was in a world of surprises when he came through from entering you. Your cunt was hot and oh so fucking tight around him, milking him dry of all and any precum that he had gathered at his swollen slit. Your inner walls flutter around him, intensely and quickly trying to adjust to the monstrous thickness that he was, and he could hear the pained panting pleasure of you through the wall, and he almost lost it at the keen whine on your tongue.

He shifted, moving his hips just so slight as to regain what little sanity he had left to ensure that you were thoroughly and roughly fucked.

"Fuck," Shouto moaned, his fingers digging bruises into your skin, his skin feeling sticky and sweaty as he felt you continue trembling beneath him. "For a fucking whore, you have a really tight cunt. I bet you wished I had used fucking lube, huh?"

Shouto took a tentative thrust into you, his legs quivering at the feeling of the way your cunt gripped his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move as he did. "Should've made your pussy wetter then," he spoke in a near whisper to the wall, unsure if you had heard him as he began his conquest in fucking you.

With his fingers gripping your hips, he enjoys the way you bruise against his hold, almost as much as he enjoys the way the wall rocks with every slam of his brutal hips.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping cunt send loud, wet noises ringing in his ears, sending a few other nearby patrons to turn their heads to look at him - to look at him in his conquest of claiming you as his. It only fueled him on, and he picked up his pace until there was a medley of sounds: his thighs crashing against your ass, the squelching of your wet cunt against his thick cock, and your thighs slapping the wall.

Shouto growled at the feeling of your cunt stretching for him, the tremble of your legs, the way your feet twisted and curled against his knees, almost as if in a silent beg to get him impossibly closer, to make him fuck you impossibly faster, harder.

His gorging fingers break your skin, and Shouto delights in the painful, garbled scream from your side of the wall. Your body is weak against him, yet he can still feel your hips jutting against his rutting hips, your body desperately trying to keep up with his insane speed and lust.

And when his hand presses to your lower back and the other right above your crotch so that he can raise you higher, the new angle of penetration sends Shouto fumbling for strength. It's then he can feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, your toes digging into his skin as he continues to pound away at your cervix, and he takes the rolling shrieks and moans from your mouth like a good thing.

"Such a good fucking whore, I never found many of you who enjoyed when I literally rearranged their guts," Shouto huffed, his fingers tweaking and yanking at your clit until you were shaking in his arms. "You're enjoying this so much, I bet you wanted this the entire time after I left, didn't you? You wanted my cock in your pussy, I wanted to have my seed pumped into you until everyone knows that you're mine. You'd look so pretty pregnant with my babies, your stomach swollen, and your tits just fucking leaking milk for our children, huh?"

It's then that your cunt around his cock becomes a vice grip, and Shouto shudders at the feeling of your orgasm rocking through you, your pathetic keens barely audible in his blood rushing ears. And he continues, Shouto could feel the familiar sensation of his nerves being shot out, the feeling of your cunt desperately trying to milk him of his seed and worth as you grew limper in his arms, his fingers raking raised lines against your ass, forever marking himself against you, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, his mind solidifying over the need to somehow appear where you were now so he could fuck you with no restraint. He thought of your crossed eye gaze, the possible spit pouring from your mouth as you took his every drop of seed greedily into your cunt. He imagined seeing your eyes spilling with tears, seeing your fingers rip into the fabric as he fucked you with no restraint, and with his imagination, he lost himself.

Shouto continued to blindly ram his cock into your cunt, a savage, insane last attempt to spill himself into you, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your cunt pathetically clenched against his hammering cock, finally sending his left hand to the wall, fire bursting from his palm as finally his orgasm tears through him. Shit, shit, "Shit!"

Shouto's temples are damp with sweat, and his vision swims with his overwhelming desire for you and the need to get to your room without destroying the wall to completion.

He picks up his pants and underwear, quickly fixing himself up so that he's almost remorse in the way that he can't appreciate watching his cum spill from your cunt, but the lack of you on his cock is enough to have him zipping up his pants and racing to where the hostess appears.

She doesn't stand a chance when both fire and ice bite against her neck.

"How do I get into the rooms?"

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After being caught flirting with whoever you had pinky promised, you had been gagged. It wasn't a bad thing per se, that man had been the last person to visit you when the room was still functioning as glory holes. With the new stuck in the wall theme, it only invited men and women to be aggressive, and a part of you guiltily and ashamedly enjoyed how rough they would get in there attempt to hear you against the gag.

But you couldn't help the flutter in your cunt and in your heart when the familiar voice of the pinky promise man sounded through the wall. Right now, however, your body felt wholly and thoroughly used. Every inch of your asscheeks and cunt was abused, but the orgasm that came with his fucking was otherwordly.

There was still nothing to prevent the shameful clog in your throat when he abandoned you after a single orgasm, but then again, you didn't expect the door to your cubicle to be thrown open, and a man stood there with a black kitsune mask. You wondered who it was, but there was the distinctive, infamous red and split white hair behind the cover, and you whimpered at the sudden shame at being caught like this by a Pro Hero you absolutely adored.

The mask was torn from his face, the door closing behind him, and you were ripped back into the tight cubicle, pressed flush against his chest as he sealed off the hole with his ice. You were speechless as his obviously hard cock pressed against your diaphragm, and you trembled upon hearing the zipper of his pants coming down.

And the voice of one Todoroki Shouto sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the flame in your cunt.

"I got to fuck your mouth and your cunt through other people's rules, I think it's about time I get to fuck you however I see fit."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha

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cuddlybitch · 4 years ago

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Tag game!

I was tagged by the amazing Julie ( @gracechoi ) 💖💖💖

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Light wood coloured

2. Name a food you never eat I can’t think of any that I really have huge aversions for. I would really try anything LOL...

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too warm

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Working. Still working. Just taking a break by answering this.

5. What’s your favorite candy bar? Twix? Or Snickers.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yep. Used to be season ticket holders for my local soccer team.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? Something about helping me put away the laundry to my brother, probably.

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Strawberry flavoured, Coffee flavoured from the grocery store brands. But from the local ice cream shops, I love their Salted Caramel, and this Honey Lavender flavoured ones.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. Do you like your wallet? I cycle through 2 wallets... One big/regular sized one, one small if I just wanna take a tiny bag... I like both of them.

11. What is the last thing you ate? A meatball sub.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? LOL I actually did. Bought a cardigan that was on sale for 50% off that I’ve been eyeing for the past year.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? Probably the Vancouver Canucks playoff run on TV last summer......

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Chicago Mix, and butter.

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? Does whatsapp messages count? @dead-end-street probably. Or my friend Jing.

16. Ever been camping? Not in a tent. LOL

17. Do you take vitamins? LOL When I feel like I’m about to get sick, I start taking Vitamin C :PPP

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? Yes.

19. Do you have a tan? I’m naturally tan, so, yes. I tan even more in the summer.

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? Chinese food. More variety in that bracket of food :P

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? No. That’s so wasteful, especially if it’s a plastic straw.

22. What color socks do you usually wear? I have a lot of different coloured socks. No specific colour.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Yes. Sometimes you need to pass people, okay?

24. What terrifies you? Superficially, bugs and all sorts of creepy crawlies.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My closet.

26. What chore do you hate most? Also bathroom cleaning.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? “Noice.”

28. What’s your favorite soda? I just like good ole Coca Cola.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Depends if the drive thru line is long.

30. What’s your favorite number? 3.

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? My brother, physically. On the phone, my aunts.

32. Favorite meat? Beef.

33. Last song you listened to? "Cue Sign" (큐사인) - Lee Won-suk (Daybreak) (Hot Stove League OST Part 1)

34. Last book you read? I re-read The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner a few months ago.

35. Favorite day of the week? Friday.

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Same answer as Julie, if I try hard enough.

37. How do you like your coffee? With lots of cream and sugar.

38. Favorite pair of shoes? My Reebok sneakers.

39. Time you normally get up? During the pandemic, while working from home, weekdays at 9 AM. Pre-pandemic, I wake up at 6:30 AM. Weekends, naturally wake up at 7/8 AM, but go back to bed to sleep till 10 AM.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets cause I would never wake up early enough to catch a sunrise (except one time when I was visiting Iceland, and we caught the sunrise at Reynisfjara).

41. How many blankets on your bed? One.

42. Describe your kitchen plates - off white coloured, with some floral pattern on the edge.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment Lots of random kitchen gadgets I bought, and also littered with a lot of snacks. Otherwise clean and usable lmao.

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? Not really. I don’t really drink a lot of alcohol. There is a lychee-flavoured sake I do love, which I get when I see at the liquor store. So if I do have a fav alcoholic drink, it’d be something fruity.

45. Do you play cards? Against Humanity? Yes. JK. I mean, yes card games in general.

46. What color is your car? White.

47. Can you change a tire? Nope.

48. Your favorite state or province? British Columbia. The whole Pacific Northwest provinces/states are my fav in general. :P

49. Favorite job you’ve had? I like my job now. Good relationship within my team and my team lead/manager, got enough projects to do, etc.

That was fun, Julie! Thanks for tagging me! :) I am tagging: @ficklefackle @dingyuxi @yesdramas @gimme-a-chocolate @hwanginyeop @gangtaes @mercurialhigh @cupcakesandtv - no pressure though!!!! Only if you want to. :)

#tag game #about meme #gracechoi

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deansawthetvglow · 5 years ago

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Idk if you want a prompt or our own little thing so I’ll just do both: First Christmas alone with each other. — Headcanon; This is post-finale and Dean finally gets to fix cars and Cas wanna learn too and it’s a cute thing with them working on old vintage cars together. Not every day, but some.

Neither of these were supposed to happen, but I’m glad they did.

Thank you for the ask! Mainly I wanted your headcanons but like….wow both?…so cute…

Cars

I love thinking about Dean teaching Cas how to fix cars, and Cas lets him, even though he knows exactly how cars function. He’s seen millions of them made right before his eyes, watched as horse-drawn carriages were phased out, witnessed Ford’s assembly line, even sat in on the battle between Ferrari and Lamborghini. He lets Dean teach him anyways because Castiel has always been missing a component of piecing together a car; the love. And so when Dean puts his hands under the hood of a car and smiles at whatever shiny mechanisms stand out there, Cas smiles, simply because Dean is.

All I Want For Christmas….

Dean and Cas go out on a hunt one winter. There’s a rumored yeti-like creature stomping around a ski-area and snatching people on the tree runs, shrouded from sound with snow.

They arrive at the mountain, their chests heaving with the sudden rise in elevation, and decide to get drinks at the bar to chat with the locals. They hear all sorts of stories, ones of shadows lurking beyond the bounds, of creatures, tall and white, slinking softly, their sound absorbed by the snow. Dean tries to act skeptical, but the locals insist, there’s definitely something out there. Dean grins at Castiel and the angel frowns.

“You know what this means, right, Cas?”

“No, Dean… What?”

With a clap on his hand on Castiel’s trenchcoat “We’re going skiing, buddy,” he smiles and downs the rest of his beer.

Once they’ve bought their lift tickets and they’ve finally rented their equipment, the rental techs looking oddly at Castiel, wondering how one human could be so oblivious to skiing, they trudge awkwardly out to the main chairlift.

Castiel can’t understand why people would participate in an activity with such uncomfortable footwear, and Dean can’t help but silently agree. They clip their skis on and slide into the lift line. Castiel nearly falls immediately so Dean holds him close to his side, using the newness of the skis as an excuse.

The lifties notice the struggling pair and slow the lift for them, directing them to the yellow line and instructing them to look over their shoulders to wait as the chair approaches.

Finally, chair hitting the backs of their knees, they slump down, pulling the safety bar down, and sighing in relief.

Castiel’s glum look quickly changes as they rise into the air, further above the rocky run below. Castiel grins over at Dean but he just clenches the safety bar, pretending they aren’t flying, pretending they aren’t in nothing but a fucking chair swinging precariously 100 feet above the ground.

Finally, they reach the end of the lift, sliding out from the chair, bar lifted and skis parallel under them.

They only make it a little way down the mountain before Cas, arms out like wings at his side, flies past Dean like a god damn expert. He zigzags into the trees and Dean follows, skiing in an embarrassing ‘pizza’ wedge, knees trembling and hips in pain from the awkward position. When he finally reaches the trees, he sees no sign of Castiel, hears nothing but the uncomfortable silence of a forest hibernating under the wiles of winter.

He tries to call out, “Cas!” but his voice stops dead in its tracks. He slowly slides on, letting the trees guide his turns. Suddenly, like a dream, a cabin appears before him. It’s not depicted on his map of the ski-area so he decides to stop and click off his skis, he’ll be more mobile that way. He sticks his skis in the snow, his poles in an ‘X’ above them to warn others from running into them. He struggles with walking, the exaggerated heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe of his ski boots uncomfortable in the powder.

He pulls off his glove and puts his hand on his gun, holstered on the layer under his snow pants, as he knocks on the cabin door.

An old man, with a beard and bright smile, answers.

Behind him, Dean sees Cas snuggled by a crackling fire, a mug in his hands and a content smile on his face.

The old man gestures for Dean to enter, and he does so with great trepidation.

“Cas?”

“Hello, Dean.” Cas grins sleepily up at him.

The old man closes the door softly behind him and looks at them fondly, “I’ll leave you two be, then.”

Suddenly, he’s gone, nothing but the sounds of wood-burning and Castiel sipping on tea filling the cabin.

“What’s going on? We have to get out of here, Cas!”

“Dean,” wide, shining eyes look over to him, more content than he’s ever seen, “It’s Christmas, we’re holding down Saint Nicholas’ vacation hide-away, and all I want is you.”

Dean looks wildly at Cas over the confession and the turn of events, but eventually, the smell of Christmas pies and magic fill his nostrils and he lets himself be pulled into the illusion, if only for a moment.

#thanks for the ask!#this got carried away #destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas #shitty writing #Johnlockshire replies #asks #kind people

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southernbell91 · 5 years ago

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Some Secrets are Better Left Dead Chapter 4

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Stalking?

Day of the Charity Concert

Several hours before the event Wade showed up with our tickets and a few words of wisdom, this wasn’t my first time going to an event for an assignment like this, but this was my first time going in with the intention of exposing the most connected man in the United States.

Dean arrived shortly before it was time to leave, he looked nice in his “monkey suit” as he called it, a royal blue tux with royal blue tie that matched my simple off the shoulder a-line style dress in the same color. We matched just enough to look like we belonged but should be able to blend in enough not to draw too much attention.Tonight we weren’t going in reporters, simply New yorkers with connections I needed Tony or his friends to talk to me and be comfortable, the minute anyone says reporter people tend to change their tune.

A limo rolled up in front of my apartment building 30 minutes before the event, Dean had used the company card to rent it to help us look the part. Sliding in he started in on his overprotective editor speech.

“Do what you gotta do tonight, but try to stick close ok? Don’t go leaving with no one, I may not see the story here but that doesn’t make Stark any less dangerous.”

“I know I know” I conceded. Checking my purse to ensure I didn’t forget anything. “Do you have a game plan going in?” He asked eyeing me curiously, he could sense the nerves building in me. “Yeah, kinda. Find out what I can about anyone around Stark tonight or Mrs.Potts. I’m keeping an eye out for the Redhead too, I wanna know what her deal is in all this.” I added Showing Dean the Picture of the mystery woman on my phone along with a few other frequent flyers. He nodded looking at the images.

The limo doors opened when we arrived at the venue, Dean slid out then held his hand for me to follow. Making our way in we handed our tickets to the attendant, were escorted through the security check then led inside with a large crowd of people. The hall itself was massive, huge banners adorned the walls displaying the names of the Schools the event would benefit, there was a huge stage dead center at the end of the room. The wall to the right of the stage sported a large open bar with more than a dozen bartenders working to make the patrons drinks, tables littered the floor for people to sit and listen to the music being played, all performances by the schools represented today. Waiters and waitresses circled the area passing out flutes of sparkly drinks and tiny foods, luckily Dean and I agreed to eat before so as to not let our hunger distract us.

An hour into the event our mingling was well underway, I had been talking to notorious brain surgeon Dr.Stephen Strange when the crowd suddenly frenzied around us. Tony Stark was in the building.

I couldn’t see much when Stark entered the party, the crowd around him simply too large, at some point I lost dean in the chaos and decided to make my way to the bar to collect my thoughts and figure out my next move.

Drinking down most of my Jack and coke, I turned to examine the room and see if I could find my in when I felt the hairs on my neck prickle up.

I was being watched.

I subtly took another sip of my drink and began to slowly scan the room, trying to appear to be looking for someone. When my eyes landed on the long dark haired man across the room from me I froze, despite the large amount of people between the two of us it was obvious I was his focus. Even from this distance I could tell he had strong facial features, I recognized him as one of the frequent flyers in Tony’s circle, continuing my scan I realized he was standing just to the left of Stark and his growing groupies.

Dean was on the other side of the group, talking to an African American man, I knocked back the rest of my drink and made my way towards the pair. Painfully aware of the eyes following me as I crossed the hall. Coming closer to dean I noticed the man he was speaking to’s posture screamed military, so it made sense Dean would gravitate to him, his father was a former Marine.

“There you are” I Greeted Dean as I approached.

“I was worried you took off on me.” I added giving him a playful slap on the arm, that Whiskey making me a little more playful than I intended.

“Never” Dean said quickly. “Just chatting with my new friend here” he gestured towards the man. “Layla, this is Sam Wilson he’s former Air Force and a VA Counselor who specializes in PTSD. Sam, this is my associate Layla James.”

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am” he said smiling, as we shook hands, his slight southern accent noticeable.

I smiled back and greeted him “Nice to meet you as well Mr.Wilson.”

“Please, Sam.” he commented.

After a few moments of small talk we moved the conversation to a nearby table and the guys started sharing stories, apparently both had lived in Washington DC for a time and had some shared life experiences there. I half listened as I scanned the room still trying to find my in with Stark, starting to worry this night would be a bust when my eyes landed on a pair of bright blue ones watching me once again, this time from two tables over. The mystery man was watching me, making me feel what I imagine prey feels like when being hunted by a wolf.

Another man, Colonel James Rhodes joined our table after some time, I knew this man, he was on my frequent flyers list with Tony for these events and one of his closest friends. I started listening to the conversation a little closer taking lots of mental notes, trying to ignore the feeling of the mystery man’s eyes on me. Colonel Rhodes was telling us a supposedly funny story about delivering a tank to some palace in the middle east when our conversations were interrupted by a unmistakable loud voice.

“There you two are!” Tony Boomed, clapping his hand down on James shoulder. “I was starting to think they kicked you out of this little shindig for being too boring” He joked.

Rhodes shrugged him off and we all chuckled at his little jab. My laugh, slightly louder than necessary, caught stark’s attention, he shot a look over to me his infamous smile adorning his face.

Noticing his friends weren’t alone he gestured towards myself and Dean and ask his friends “And what do we have here?” reaching a hand out to me first he introduced himself. “Tony Stark, and you are?” He asked giving me his classic Stark smile.

“Layla James, Mr Stark. It’s an honour to meet you” I greeted returning his bright smile.

“Oh Please, call me Tony. Mr Stark was my father” he corrected. Then gave a small semblance of attention to Dean seated to my left as they exchanged pleasantries his focus never fully leaving me. A few more jokes, and a couple rounds of drinks courtesy of Tony later it seems his whole group had made their way to our table. I was listening intently to tony who was seated between Dean and Sam Wilson, when I glanced up and noticed leaning on the wall just a foot or two down from our table was the mystery man from before, watching. His stare so intense it made heat rise up the back of my neck and goosebumps cover my arms, im not sure what his fascination was but Im not sure I wanted to find out. Dean noticed the sudden attention that was on me and instinctively put his arm over the back of my chair, leaning into me slightly, if I hadn’t witnessed it with my own two eyes I wouldn’t have seen the mystery man tense slightly at the display, his jaw clenching for a moment.

After another 45 minutes of light conversation, my mystery man never leaving his post on the wall, even after he was visited by Tony’s mystery redhead on more than one occasion, I decided to excuse myself to the restroom. Tony had bought another round of drinks and I was starting to feel it’s effects. Stumbling through the crowd, I grabbed a quiche of some sort off a passing tray in hopes of soaking up some of the alcohol I had consumed. I was at the end of a small line to get into the ladies room, playing on my phone while I waited, making notes to look into the new people whom I met tonight Colonel Rhodes and Sam Wilson plus anything I could find on the mystery man. Nothing. The line moved quickly and made way into the restroom to handle my business. My head was swimming slightly so I didn’t even notice the silence in the room until I left my stall and saw I was alone, almost. Leaning on the counter waiting for me to walk out was the redheaded woman from before, she was watching me just like the man. “Hi” i greeted weakly as I began washing my hands, trying not to overthink or pay her much attention. Something didn’t feel right. Finally as I was drying my hands she spoke.

“What’s your deal?” She asked Bluntly

“Excuse me?” i asked confused, internally I was freaking out, externally I held my composure, mostly.

“I said, What. Is. Your. Deal?” she asked again emphasizing each word, talking to me like I was a child or stupid. That shifted my mood quickly, one thing I can’t stand is being talked down to. Even when I was a child the case workers and therapists talked to me like I was too stupid to understand anything. Im not stupid.

I stared at her a moment. “Im sorry, I don’t think I understand what you mean” I replied, glancing at the door, there was no way I could just bolt, I don’t know why but I had the feeling she was more than capable of stopping me. She raised her eyebrow at me clearly understanding my train of thought, then sighed, uncrossing her arms taking a step towards me, I took a defensive step back. It had been a minute since the last time I got into a fight, but im sure if needed it would be like riding a bike, a very violent bike.

“Your accent isn’t from here, most likely Midwestern, Clearly you didn’t grow up around here nor did you go to any of these schools, the guy your with sounds southern so same for him. No ring so not married, body language when you sit with him screams professional so co-worker or boss, not Boyfriend, although there is something there I think just not mutual. I’ve been to over a dozen of these charity events over the last few years and have never seen you, and trust me I would remember. It’s my Job. Your dress is nice, name brand even but is tattered slightly at some of the seams. Worn. Which means you’re obviously not part of the Socialite scene, you have a great rack but your not showing it off and wearing entirely not enough make up to be a gold digger so I repeat. What’s your deal?” I stared frozen, she made me, and I honestly had no idea what to say to her. I took a shaky breath ready to lie out of my ass, at that moment though a brunette woman burst through the door, interrupting our stare down. “C’mon” she said to the redhead. “We’re clearing out, heading back to the tower.” She said barely acknowledging my existence. The Redhead nodded then turned to me almost as if she wanted to say something before the brunette barked “Now” They left and I took a second to compose myself before following shortly behind them. When I hit the hall I saw the mystery man waiting at the opening near the bar, he called the redhead “Nat” grabbed her arm and pulled her aside and started arguing in what I believe was Russian. I only caught one quick look at them both, both returning my look,before i made my way to Dean who was waiting near the entrance, saying goodbye to Sam and James we made our way out to the limo without a word. Once seated I told him everything that happened. Pulling up in front of my apartment Dean agreed, something about things were off and there might be a story. He extended my deadline giving me a month to find the story.

Boy what have I gotten myself into?

Mystery mans’s POV I started watching her the moment we hit the room, I couldn’t explain it there was just something about her presence that drew me in. I clearly wasn’t the only one, the Surgeon she was talking to when we walked in seemed mesmerized by the brunette haired woman before him, that blue dress complimenting her beautiful complexion nicely. Oh boy, this wasn’t going to end well. I crossed the room fairly quickly as our group split up upon arrival, trying to put some room between me and the mystery woman. Picking my spot on a wall I settled in scanning the room constantly for any sign of threat, some habits die hard I suppose. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue blur make it’s way to the bar across from me, she ordered a drink and started her own scan of the room. To be honest she looked a little out of place in a room like this, not dressed like one of Starks typical whores, no, she looked more like she should be in a Library not at this stuffy shindig. My staring got carried away and before I knew it I was caught.

Shit.

Once she made her way across the room to who I can only assume was her date, who happened to be talking to my comrade Sam Wilson I shifted trying to keep an eye on her. I was busted though, not by the mystery woman though, but Natasha. I should have known she would be lurking, one of the only people who can sneak up on me. “What do you want Romanoff?” I asked lowly, not even bothering to turn to look at her. Continuing to scan the room.

“I want you to get your head out of your ass and focus” she snapped.

My attention jerked to her momentarily before continuing my scan.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I suggest you butt out” I responded showing no emotion to the redhead. I knew she could see through that though, somehow she always did.

“Im just saying Barnes, we have a job to do and Im not here to babysit just because some skirt has you forgetting the job.”

“Whatever” I huffed, “Just find Hill and finish the transaction so we can get out of here” I said dismissing her, returning my attention to the mystery woman.

When the jackass she was with put his arm around her it took everything in me not to rip that arm off for touching her. What was happening to me? Natasha returned once the transaction was complete to let me know we were in the clear, she returned once more to bring me a drink, not that it really did any good but helped me look the part I suppose.

After a few too many drinks the mystery woman headed towards the bathroom, I was mesmerized by her grace despite the amount of alcohol Tony kept giving her and her friend, she seemed to glide through the crowd avoiding a few advances of some of the lonlier patrons, but not missing the passing food tray. Making me chuckle to myself.

Did she ignore the men on purpose or was she that oblivious to her pull?

When I saw a streak of bright red headed in the same direction a few minutes later I pushed off the wall and headed that way.

What the hell are you up to Romanoff, i thought to myself.

The hall to the bathrooms was nearly empty so I stopped at the end of the bar, refilling my drink to wait until one of the women emerged. A few minutes later maria hill approached me, she was rounding up the crew. Finally, I couldn’t wait to get out of here. I told her Nat was in the bathroom and that I would finish my drink and be on my way, the second Nat emerged from the hall I called for her and pulled her aside.

“Nat!”

“Chto za chert?”(What the Hell?) I hissed at her in russian.

“Kakiye? YA sledoval za dogadkoy.” (What? I was following a Hunch) She answered back.

Both of us turning to look at the woman as she passed us quickly making her way to her friend.

“Ty sobirayesh'sya ostavit' yeye v adu, Ty menya slyshish'?” (you’re going to leave her the hell alone, do you hear me?) I practically growled at her, making our way towards our people.

“Bez raznitsy” (Whatever) She said as she rolled her eyes and removed her arm from my grip, she would probably have some bruises tomorrow.

As we made our way out I scanned for the woman one more time but she was gone, I needed to find out more info about her, it was going to be a long night.

(AN: I Used Google to Translate to Russian so if it’s wrong I apologize!)

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#Some Secrets Are Better Left Dead #BamaQueue #Bammy Writes #Bucky Barnes #dark!bucky #layla james #dean winchester #AU marvel #Avengers Au #fanfiction

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timehealsfanfictionbka · 5 years ago

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Time Heals.....Chapter Thirty-Five

Robyn ran her hands down her dress-clad body as she stared in the mirror. How Chris knew her exact size and style she wasn’t gonna question but he did a great job picking out her date night ensemble. She slung her bone straight over her shoulder, the last few inches skimmed the exposed skin of her back. The v-cut of her dress dripped just low enough to expose the tip of the tattoo on her lower back. Her diamond body chain shined in the fluorescent lights of her bedroom as she bent over to put on her new black Louboutins. She had always wanted these shoes but she was not gonna tell Chris that and boost his ego even higher. He had been doing the most in the sweetest way since she agreed for them to finally go on a date. He called her at least once a day, typically after the girls went to sleep, just for them to talk about everything or nothing at all. His divorce finally being final gave him this sense of freeness that she could feel and hear every time they were together.

She touched up her lipstick in her vanity mirror before smiling with satisfaction. She knew that tonight was a big deal regardless of how much Chris had tried to convince her it wasn’t. She wasn’t saying that if tonight didn’t work out well that she wouldn’t try again but she could concede that her hope in this being the right thing to do would wane. Grabbing her black clutch, she placed in her lipstick, phone charger, keys, and a compact mirror. She had kept her make up simple so there was no need to carrying anything other than that. She glanced over at the clock and reasoned that she had about 15 minutes before Chris would be there. She turned off her bedroom lights as she walked to the door before closing the door behind her. Just as she made it to the bottom of the staircase, her doorbell rang. She frowned as she looked down at her phone for the time. Chris wasn’t supposed to be here yet. The doorbell rang again.

“I’m coming,” she exclaimed as she dropped her phone and bag on the couch as she ran to open the door. She looked through the peep-hole and saw Chris standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Her face flushed as she smiled. She cleared her throat and opened the door. Chris looked up from his watch and smiled, “hey you.”

“Hey. You’re early.”

“I am? Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I just finished getting ready.”

“Good timing then. Let me see.”

Chris took her hand to gently twirl her around before smirking, “look at my baby mama though.

“You’re so annoying. Acting like you didn’t buy this.”

“Just because I bought doesn’t mean I knew it was gonna look this good on you. Not that I doubted.”

“We gonna have to work on your compliment giving.”

“We can work something else more exciting actually.”

“Like what?”

Chris leaned in and kissed her gently before pulling back just enough for their lips to still touch, “more babies.”

Robyn moved back and tilted her head at him in disbelief, “Babies? Oh no, Sir.”

“Why not? We old enough.”

“We’re old period.”

“We are not. Come on the girls are getting older, you don’t want a little me?”

“I barely can the big you, Boy please.”

“Just shoot me in the heart then.”

Robyn giggled then pinched his cheek, “you’ll survive. So what else we doing tonight?”

“What else do you want to do? I’m open for whatever.”

Robyn pressed her fingertip to her chin as she thought, “I don’t know. I’m imagining we’ll have some free time once the concert is over.”

“That is true. We can just play it by ear. The girls are taken care of so we don’t have to rush home for anything.”

“True as well. That works for me.”

“So you ready to go?”

“Yea. Let me grab my purse then we can go.”

“I’ll get it. Need to put these flowers up too.”

“Oh, I can do that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Almost forgot about them after I saw you turn around in that dress.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “I’m starting to think you bought this dress for a particular reason.”

“It’s easy to remove.”

“Give me my flowers and move.”

Robyn took the flowers and left towards the kitchen as Chris went to grab her clutch.

“You taking a coat? It may get cold,” Chris called out.

“There’s a black peacoat in the closet underneath the stairs. Can you grab it for me?”

“I got you.”

Chris went to grab her coat then moved to wait by the door for Robyn. She came out the kitchen a few moments later with the flowers in a vase half filled with water. She set the vase in the center of the coffee table.

“Those are really pretty. You must have a good florist,” Robyn remarked as she walked over to Chris.

“Yea, it’s this small shop in the building next to my job. They even make hybrids.”

“Really? That’s awesome. We can get out of there now.”

“After you.”

Chris held open the door and they both walked out. Robyn took a few breaths as Chris followed behind her to his car, her nervousness of earlier setting back in. Here goes everything…

Chris carefully took Robyn’s hand as she climbed out of his car. Grabbing her coat, he draped it over her shoulders before handing her, her clutch. Robyn smiled at him and he kissed her lips. He brushed his hand across her cheek in reassurance, “you need to relax, Babe. Everything will be fine. We’ll enjoy some music then just let the night take us wherever, ok?”

“Ok.”

Chris entwined their hands together as they left the parking lot and walked to the entrance of the theatre. The attendant scanned Chris’s phone for the digital tickets before allowing them into the building. Robyn looked around at the chandeliers and red carpet in the foyer of the building, “I pass by here all the time and never once thought it would look like this in here. It’s beautiful.”

“It is. My department had an event in the ballroom here. It’s gorgeous.”

“Never took you for the type to pay attention to architecture and interiors.”

“I’m an artist, remember, I notice everything.”

“Really?”

“Yea. Like I notice you are ridiculously nervous and your hand is slightly trembling in mine.”

Robyn blushed, “Oh.”

“I told you that tonight wasn’t a huge deal and I didn’t go into this expecting anything but a good night out. No more, no less. Why are you so nervous?”

“It’s still a date, Chris.”

“I’m already in love with you, Robyn. One date isn’t gonna change that.”

“Chris, it’s not that.”

“So what is it?”

“Can we talk about this later? I really don’t want to ruin the night before it even starts.”

“We got time before the show starts. How about we get a drink then we can talk a little bit? Maybe you’ll feel better once you get it off your chest.”

“Chris, I don’t know.”

“I told you that you could talk to me about anything and I meant that. If I can help alleviate your anxiety a bit, I want to do that, ok. So come on.”

They started walking over to the massive bar that was situated in a nearby lounge area. Chris moved Robyn to stand in front of him and he wrapped an arm around her waist then kissed her cheek, “what you want to drink?”

“You pick.”

“You sure?”

“I’ll try whatever you get.”

Chris smiled then signaled for the bartender, “Can I two glasses of white wine, please?”

The bartender nodded then went to make the drinks. Chris slid his credit card across the counter when they returned. After gathering his card receipt, he placed it back into his pocket then handed Robyn one of the glasses, “since we still have dinner later, wine is a light start. Dark liquor always causes trouble.”

“That’s how we got twins.”

They both laughed as Chris led her to an open set of seats. Robyn crossed her legs over each other as Chris sat next to her and placed his free hand on her thigh, “now Bajan Girl, tell me what’s up.”

“There’s nothing up.”

“You’re nervous about something. I can tell. Is it about sex?”

“No, of course not.”

“So what is it?”

“I just don’t want to get my hopes up, you know.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“A lot. There’s a lot more emotionally riding on this for me and it’s just hard to understand.”

“Are you scared that if this date goes bad, I won’t want to try again or that you won’t want to try again?”

“The latter.”

“Sweetheart, we aren’t in high school anymore. I’m a different man from then and you’re a different woman. Sure it’s not as a simple as wearing matching jackets and cheering at sports games but it’s not that complicated either. I love you and you know that. And with that love comes a lot of patience and understanding. I know it’s scary but I’m putting way more energy into making this go right than worrying about it going wrong. We don’t have to worry about forever right now. Let’s just enjoy these moments and we’ll address the future when it’s time.”

“And how will we know its time?”

“We’ll know just like we know everything else. Just like I feel your anxiety and uncertainty, I’ll be able to feel the opposite when you’re ready and we’ll just take it from there.”

“I don’t know if I like the fact you know me so well.”

“I don’t know if I like the fact that you know me so well either. This definitely goes both ways, Baby.

“You and all these terms of endearment.”

“You like it?”

“Hmm…I don’t know yet. Gotta get used to it.”

Chris chuckled, “wanna know what I do like?”

“What’s that?”

“You. I like you.”

Robyn giggled, “I like you too.”

“Good. I ain’t used to working so hard to get a date especially from my own love of my life.”

“You gots to earn this, Baby Boy.”

“I’m working on it.”

Robyn laughed as she set down her glass and covered his hand with both of hers, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Making me feel better. Taking me out. Everything you’ve done for the past couple of months outside of the turning my life upside down since you got back to Houston.”

Chris laughed, “You never have to thank me for that. I’ll do absolutely anything for you and I’ll try not to turn your life upside down anymore even though it is kind of fun.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “whatever.”

“I know you get fussy about PDA but I’ll chance it,” Chris said just before he leaned forward to kiss her. He cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her gently on her lips before pressing lighter kisses along her jawline up to her ear. She sighed in pleasure as his tongue flicked her earlobe and she squeezed the hand that he still had resting on her thigh. A loud clanging noise moved them apart then Robyn remembered where they were as her face flushed red.

“Uh uh, don’t start getting embarrassed. We’re grown,” Chris said.

“We’re in public.”

“It’s not like we’re fucking.”

“Stop doing that.”

“One more then I’ll stop.”

“Chris.”

“Baby, please,” he replied with a pout. Robyn groaned then pecked his lips, “that’s it. When do we go to our seats?”

“We can go now.”

Chris tucked a few bills underneath their wine glasses then led Robyn out of the lounge area back into the lobby. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked, “it should be the doors in front of us, we’re in the fourth row.”

“Nice seats.”

“I gotta do right by you, you know that.”

“How long have you been planning on bringing me here?”

“Truth?”

“Truth.”

“I bought these tickets about four months ago. I was gonna ask you as just a friend thing, just like with Jill Scott but when the opportunity came for it to be a date date, I took it.”

“Do you often buy two tickets for concerts?”

“I don’t normally do concerts but it’s harder to be turned down if it involves a person’s favorite artist. I love music and I know you do too so it’s a good common place for us to be where I can still take you out and play it off like you didn’t reject me.”

Robyn laughed, “I’ve never been able to reject you, Christopher.”

“Don’t mind me if I disagree.”

Robyn laughed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That was beautiful,” Robyn remarked as they exited the theatre hand in hand and walked to Chris’s car.

“You enjoyed yourself?”

“I loved it. Good choice, Mr. Brown.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you loved it. I might need to take you to concerts more often.”

“Why so?”

“You’re nicer.”

Robyn pushed his shoulder and Chris laughed, “asshole.”

“I’m just saying. You’re a lot nicer when you’re relaxed and music relaxes you obviously.”

“I am not mean, Christopher.”

“Tell that to somebody who you aren’t mean to”

“And you wonder why I be trying to fight you all the time. Just an asshole.”

“You love me.”

“Ugh….I wish I didn’t.”

“That’s not true. You love loving me.”

“It’s a headache.”

“What’s joy without a little pain?”

“Ok Frankie Beverly.”

Chris chuckled as he gently grabbed Robyn into an embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his, “you look like something is on your mind.”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About you.”

“What about me?”

“You came tonight and you trusted me. Means a lot.”

“You invited me, that means a lot too.”

“It does?”

“Definitely. So what are you going to feed me?”

“I was thinking of this little Mexican place. It has the best food that I think you’d love.”

“You really weren’t planning on getting any tonight, huh?”

“What you mean?”

“You’re about to feed me Mexican food, that is generally spicy and possibly contains smelly ingredients like garlic and stuff.”

“And? Ain’t that what Colgate and toothbrushes are for? Listen, if you were down for, there is absolutely nothing that would prevent me from taking you down this evening.”

“Eager?”

“Eh, you had the dream and I’m just all for making it come true.”

“I should’ve never told you about that damn dream.”

Chris chuckled, “why?”

“Because you keep bringing it up.”

“Because it means you really, really like me just like I like you. And it means I’m not the only horny adult between us.”

“I am not horny. It was just a dream.”

“A sex dream. That typically occurs when your body wants sex. Which typically means you are horny. Don’t be ashamed. Bask in it, Ms. Masochist.”

“What did you call me?”

“Ms. Masochist.”

Robyn leaned back and furrowed her brow, “you’ve never called me that before.”

“Yes, I have.”

“When?”

“Back in high school when we found that old porno in the attic of my house.”

“That had nothing to do with S&M though.”

“We were talking about it because the guy kept slapping the girl’s ass until it turned red and you said verbatim, “I wonder what that feels like.” And then you got mad because I told you that I would be very much available to be your first try at it.”

“How the hell do you remember that?”

“Robyn, you’d be surprised what I remember.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said. You ready to eat?”

“Sure.”

Chris moved away from her to open her car door. After helping her inside and closing the door, he went around to the driver’s side and climbed in. He started the ignition then leaned over to turn on the heat, “it’s a little chilly in here. Is this good?”

“Yea, leave it on low.”

“You got it. So you decide what else you want to do tonight?”

“You said we’re going with the flow so I’m going with the flow.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Chris adjusted his seat a bit then turned to Robyn. She smiled at him and he playfully poked her nose causing her to giggle.

“You love me?”

“I love you.”

“Good because I love you too. Can I have a kiss?”

“Oh, you’re actually gonna ask now.”

“You might punch me if I tried it without asking considering earlier.”

“I mean we’re not technically in public anymore.”

Robyn bit down on her lip as Chris’s brow raised in her direction, “Don’t look at me then say stuff like that. I will gladly take you down in the backseat, ain’t nothing but space and opportunity.”

Robyn laughed, “Drive Christopher and I’ll think about that kiss.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

Chris placed the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

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Anywhere But Here (Boo Seungkwan)

I hope the Joshua one wasn’t too terrible! Unto Seungkwan! (I own nothing except the words.) -Bee

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Seungkwan remembered when he was a teenager, he read a book by some American author about a guy who was looking for a girl, but he didn’t actually know who she was or where she lived, but he found her by chance and he remembered thinking how that was the stupidest thing a person could ever do. But it wasn’t how it conveniently played out that made him think that. It was the fact that the guy walked the whole way to her. Granted, if his curiosity wasn’t as great as it was, he’d be on his couch back in Jeju and not walking in the forest in the middle of the night following the red string that was visible only to him. (He did however, vow not to critique any other fictional character since he now knew their struggles.)

This endeavor might have been his most challenging feat by far. He could recall being younger and following the string coming out of his pinkie to see where it’d lead him but he would make it to the end of the block before one of his family members would come out and take him back inside. Of course as he grew up, he ventured a little more just to see where it ended, often growing frustrated because the end never arrived. (On one occasion he ended up somewhere in Taiwan, and another between the North and South Korean border when he was supposed to be on vacation.)

Many times he found himself holding a pair of scissors ready to cut the accursed thing, only to be scolded by his mom not to be doing that because it was dangerous. However, the one time he did manage to do it, he ended up breaking the scissors and he didn’t even know why that happened. His dreams plagued him on what was on the other end from finding the lost city of Atlantis to picking up the lottery ticket off the floor that could earn him millions and once he even found the famous Michelle Obama at a comic convention. The final straw for him was when the end led him to a spaceship that took him to a different planet and the people there made him their king. He tried to ignore it, but when that left him restless, he sold his safe house (probably not his best idea if he was being honest) and with that money, hit the road with nothing but his backpack with necessities and the skin on his back. He supposed he could’ve used that money to drive to the destination, but he figured that would’ve been anticlimactic and what could he say to friends back home if he didn’t go above and beyond? Well, if he had friends that’s what he’d tell him, at least.

By day, he roamed where the red string led him, sometimes through the woods, other times through a suburban neighborhood, and by night, found a hotel that would meet his standards so he could shower and wash his clothes. In one instance, he rented his own boat to cross the water that led him to a dock that led to nowhere where he walked and walked until he ended up in Busan. Sometimes he felt like giving up and when he wanted to turn around, he’d feel a light tug as if pulling him closer to where he needed to be. He backtracked maybe once or twice but pursued nonetheless. He ran out of cash a lot sooner than he expected and instead of withdrawing from his bank account, he resorted to busking in the streets and relying on his voice to keep him going. Nature was his constant companion and he didn’t know how he ended up enjoying the quiet, but he realized that once he did, he couldn’t get enough of it. He eventually bought a blanket to carry around with him when the days were cooler but even then he came down with a cold, which made him stay indoors a lot longer than he liked, like now. At one point, it got so bad, he was bedridden for a couple days, and right before his fever broke, he felt like something was pulling towards him, but because of his lack of strength, he couldn’t do anything except moan and groan that he couldn’t. He could feel the physical force of the something pulling at the thread and if he wasn’t so weak, he would’ve gone up and searched for the culprit. By the time he recovered a bit, all he could see was the string he was supposed to follow.

“Thanks for the help DK!” You exclaimed, stepping back to admire your newest painting that had been delivered. You might’ve been fond of art, but when it came down to the flowers and trees and everything that Mother Nature created, there was only one person who could capture its beauty and that was Chinese painter The8. You’d had your eye on one of his works that would continuously sell out but had finally been able to snag it albeit you had to go through different cities all over South Korea (and sometimes leaving it!) to find it. You handed him his paycheck once you were back at one of the counters before he clocked out for the evening and he gave you the day’s sales from his deliveries plus loose change and tips despite the fact that he was alone for a few days. He chatted away of the day’s events, filling you in on the events from how one of the people at the retirement homes was looking more and more like the undead and how one of his friends at the thrift shop was consuming an unhealthy amount of coffee and the neighbor’s dog Aji chewed on his welcome mat while he was on lunch break.

“Aren’t you pissed about that?” You asked him. “If that was me, I would’ve...never mind, I wouldn’t.”

“Nah, she was just hungry. Usually I leave her snacks since Mingyu is okay with it, but how you left early and I had to open, I didn’t have time, so I guess there’s that.” He glanced up at your painting. “I still can’t believe you went all the way to Jeju for that. Where’d you sleep anyways?”

“At a hotel somewhere in Busan…”

“That’s...quite a tourist move.”

You didn’t tell Seokmin about your time in Busan. It’s not like he wouldn’t have understood, but there was something there that kept you from leaving. Your curiosity had gotten the best of you and used part of your free time to see how you far you could get following the string around your finger. It led you to a hotel on the other side of town and that’s where the fear set in, mentally using the excuse of being needed for orders at Smile Flower and keeping things in order even if you were short handed. (You hated to admit that you went up to the door and deliberated whether or not to knock, and opting to pull the string.) You scratched your pinkie finger, digging your thumb nail into the soft material of the red thread that wouldn’t be seen by the boy you were conversing with and opted for a shrug. “A change is good sometimes.” A fake yawn. “Well, I think we should we head out now. I have a long list of orders for this weekend and please remind me to put up a help wanted sign in case we stop being able to handle it. Good night.”

At precisely 4:47 the next afternoon, you delivered the bundles of flowers to Adequate Eternity, the coffee place next door with the help of Dino, one of their workers. He was a colorblind boy who often asked you about the colors you picked and you were always happy to answer. The reason was because of the eccentric old lady who owned the place. You figured Yoon Jihye must’ve been alive during the Great Depression (maybe longer!) but she had the youth of a child. She liked telling tall tales of soulmates and how some people were born with one (like you, she once said but you’d laughed nervously at that.) She was also one of the few people who could see your red string even without the help of the full moon so you trusted her judgment, even if she sounded a bit far fetched at times. She claimed she had a gift and that wasn’t a doubt you had for a second.

Auntie Jihye usually had Jeonghan, her great (you weren’t sure how many greats he was if you were being honest) grandson and caretaker call in an order weekly to place on the tables so the guests could have something good to smell and different types to see. You bid a good day to Wonwoo who was sans Jihoon (probably in class or something. Wonwoo himself didn’t go to university until dark from what he’s told you when you bumped into him out in the streets) but working quietly on an assignment. Seungcheol had your check ready along with the small order Seokmin had placed beforehand.

“Lovely day isn’t it?” Seungcheol commented, using his permanent marker to draw a happy face on your coworker's cup of chocolate milk. “It feels like Christmas is upon us.” He stopped long enough to assess your reaction, knowing that you had no rest.

You plucked a chrysanthemum from the bouquet and handed it to him. “I love it but not that I’m not ready for overtime.”

“Ahh my young soul. Your impatience is that of a toddler. Yah, Chan! I told you to open it now!”

“Oh, I’m impatient?” You had to snicker. “I just don’t wanna feel like I’m wasting my life away to make sure everyone’s arrangements are perfect.”

“Why not make a post on FaceTwit or however you youngsters get your news out nowadays?” He looked out the window a little too dramatically. “In my days, why, I think we had only a newspaper.”

“Seungcheol? I’m pretty sure we’re about the same age.”

“Don’t mind him; full moons make him nervous,” Jihye interrupted the conversation. She had a bright smile on her face, arms wide open, expecting you to give her a hug, which you did because who wouldn’t wanna hug an elderly woman that loves you to bits? “Look at you, looking prettier everyday.”

“Good day Auntie. Where are you headed at this hour?” You waved at Jeonghan who had just appeared behind her. He smiled at you politely, busy chewing on his granola bar to answer. Your eyes widened. “Oh! Is it Saturday already?”

“Just some errands; we’re all in for an exciting remainder of the day...things to do and people to meet, words to explain. Not me, of course, but rather to guide them. Full moons mean I have a lot to do,” she mumbled more to herself. “Let’s see candles, wax figures, oh and can you get some roses ready for me too? Any color will do.” She grabbed your hand without warning. “My, my. Is it me or is your string looking...better? Ah yes, you’re in for some changes. I can tell by the look in your eyes.”

“Come on Grandma...let’s leave Y/N alone, shall we? We have a full day ahead of us. Ow!”

“You rapscallion. I wasn’t talking to you, or are you in a hurry to get somewhere?” She waggled her finger at him. “We’ll get there when we get there. But you’re right. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back. It’d be rude to keep my guests waiting. And you have plans with the dream boy. What was his name? Joshua. ” She turned her attention back to you. “Now, if you don’t want an angry customer, I’ll expect my roses tonight.”

“Yes Auntie!” You saluted her. You picked up your drinks, bid them a good rest of the day and went straight back to Smile Flower, sighing when you realized the rest of the work ahead of you and then the phone rang an hour or so later. When Seokmin came in a few minutes later, you were rushing out the door, with only a vague explanation of you leaving for an auction in China and finding help for the time being. You heard him laugh at your enthusiasm but promised to keep to the place standing. By the time you turned and waved at him, a handmade help wanted sign already on the front window for passerby to see and you waved to Jeonghan who was coming back from the presumable dinner with his friend. In an instant, there was chaos but you were already running late to see for yourself. You cursed The8 for being an artist with too much talent. The only thing you had caught was Jeonghan kneeling on the floor and struggling to pick something up.

It was a little after dusk when Seungkwan finally set foot in Seoul and he cursed under his breath when he saw that his string was leading him the same way he showed up. He put his foot down though and decided to settle in Seoul for a time because he didn’t leave Jeju just to probably go back. He walked around aimlessly, looking at the department stores, thrift shops, a few malls, a couple of chains that sold international products, recording studios, too many coffee shops to keep track of and even a flower shop sporting a help wanted sign. The door opened not much later and out came a boy carrying a rather large bouquet of flowers in a vase. He set them on the floor and locked up when he noticed Seungkwan. “I’m sorry, did you need something? I’ll be back in like five minutes.” He picked them up. “I just need to take these next door.”

“I uh, couldn’t help but notice you were hiring.” He decided to walk with the boy. There wasn’t harm in asking a few questions.

“Yeah my manager is currently on the way to China and I need someone to deliver while I stay there….HI EVERYONE!” Not being used to having eyes on him (it has been awhile since he had attention) he picked nervously at his string. The barista at the register acknowledged him with a greeting and he deemed it rude to not respond, so he ordered a hot tea and a cake pop, waiting for the boy he was walking with to finish his run so he could discuss the possibility of a job. He sat at a table where no one would question being alone, feeling at home despite the fact that he was an outcast. There was people despite the hour, two boys chatting amongst themselves at their own table near the door, a couple of actors with killer makeup skills that gave them an undead look, and a guy with his grandma, looking expectantly around them. She would say something to him and he’d nod in response. The only other worker was asking about the colors of the flowers and Seungkwan almost snorted at him for not being able to differentiate the red from the purple.

“I was starting to think I wasn’t going to meet you.” The old lady startled his people watching and he stared at her confused. “The red string,” she elaborated. The boy escorting her pulled a seat out for her and she sat across from him while his just jaw dropped. The boy then called for a Hansol who had emerged from another door, while they bugged the zombie looking actors. He only caught the name Joshua, but the other slipped his mind, remembering someone claimed his attention.

“I don’t-” She sighed, took his pinkie and yanked at the thread and his hand involuntarily shot forward. “How’d you know about that?”

“I don’t need a full moon to see it,” she laughed fondly. “And I can tell you we’ve been waiting for sometime to meet you. How rude of me! What’s your name young man?”

“S-Seungkwan.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean we, Auntie?”

“Goodness, look at the time! Everyone out. I must get this done by midnight.” She looked at the analog clock on top of the entrance doors. “Anyone who dares contradict me is more than welcome to help me get this ready. I am old and frail after all. Seokmin! Get this boy a job with you! Lord knows you and Y/N need the help. He will be a very good asset to the business.”

“Uhh, yes Auntie!” The boy named Seokmin pulled on Seungkwan’s arm. “Come on, I guess you’re hired. Let’s go get you a form filled out and you can get started tomorrow!”

Seungkwan surprised himself by staying a lot longer than intended in Seoul. He got the hang of making his deliveries in maybe one week. Granted, he had to learn the lay of the land first, but once he did, he realized how different life was here and he wasn’t complaining. He liked the rush of feeling like he was living in the fast lane. Seokmin turned out to be a really great coworker as well as friend. (He hated to admit he was slightly afraid of him though because of the “ghost girl” as he called her that followed him everywhere. DK swore though that she never tried to harm him, but he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t see what he looked like.) They went to a lot of places together, from the thrift store they regularly delivered to an aquarium on the coast near the outskirts of Seoul. He had a friend who worked there regularly and despite the minor clashes, Seungkwan liked him right away. He also befriended the boy named Hansol, a boy who was literally cold to the touch, only because his roommate started spending more time with a boy she’d met, as he had learned his friends weren’t actors, just heavily sleep deprived.

He became an everyday customer at the Adequate Eternity, learning the names of Wonwoo and Jihoon who both seemed rough on the edges but melted that exterior rather quickly as well as Seungcheol who had a funny way of talking and Chan who he learned couldn’t see colors (and that made him bad for judging the boy when he first saw him. He made it up to him by trying to explain what they looked like though.)

He learned to confide in Jeonghan about his doubts and any worries. Seungkwan knew that he knew about the string (he figured it was Auntie Jihye who told him since they spent so much time together. Jeonghan simply adored her even though she was very sarcastic and tended to hit him playfully. He also learned it was part of the relationship) but he never brought it up in conversation or even hinted if the string even had an endpoint.

He spent many years accepting the fact that it was the mathematical vocabulary word ray; it had a starting point but the string could go on forever. Jeonghan would simply shrug and pull out the pendant he wore around his neck. “It’s like this,” he explained one day when it changed color. “My grandma said it changes according to moods, but it’s not my mood, but rather someone else’s. Some things just don’t have an explanation, and sometimes it’s up to us to find them. That’s why you’re here, right? You didn’t come all this way to get away from home. You want to see where it leads you. I don’t blame you though. I’d be curious too. But regardless, I’m glad it led you here.”

“Hey hyung, what do you think it could be? Why is it us?”

He paused, toying with the object. “Soulmates,” he finally admitted. Some things are much too powerful to be anything else.”

Seungkwan nodded, feeling oddly satisfied with the answer. It was the first time he thought a person could be on the other end and it seemed more probable. He didn’t grow up scorning the idea that someone was out there just for him and he thanked his family for being as open minded as they were about it.

However, he supposed a lot of his nervousness came from the fact that he didn’t know who his manager was, despite the fact said manager phoned in a few times a day. Seokmin often filled her in on the day’s events and assuring her that Seungkwan was being a lot more helpful than he thought, spoiling the fact that he was hired on Auntie’s recommendations. He did speak to Y/N once though and he floored by knowing how friendly she seemed. She shortly explained that she left often because she was a fan of The8’s works and his art popped up all over Asia but she was thankful for him helping out. She was due at the end of the month though and he was excited for that notion.

You were gone a lot longer than you thought and you felt guilty that you hadn’t paid either of your employees but were grateful that they were understanding. You were bummed that you couldn’t get The8′s newest work but it wasn’t a complete loss since you managed to buy one of his books, so it was a small victory. The growling of your stomach made you stop with Yoon Jihye, despite the fact that that it was a little passed closing. Okay it was almost midnight but still. You knocked on the door, and Jeonghan opened the door, giving you your welcome back hug. “Here I was thinking you skipped town and moved to America,” he joked. His pendant was clear that night, but still illuminating the dark place. “Shouldn’t you be home, or on your way there?”

“I was hungry and I needed to check next door first. My priority is to pay whatever damage DK and his friend caused and them too for being good sports. Hi Auntie.”

“Welcome back dearie. We missed you. How was your trip? Unfortunately Seungcheol burned our last batch of zucchini bread so I can’t offer you anything. Poor boy must’ve had a bad day.”

“That’s okay. I guess I can just stop by one of the stores still open. But I guess I’ll see how my business is. Good night.” Luckily for you, Seokmin had started the filing the receipts that needed to be sent out as well as stamping the checks that could be sent out for depositing and you saw several orders with upcoming deadlines as well as rough outlines of how to bunch them together. The place was spic and span, albeit a few stems strewn about. You texted him and told him you’d be closed tomorrow so he could have a couple of days off (which were gonna be paid as a thank you for taking over with no complaints) but you told him to let the new coworker meet you at the coffee place so you could decide if you really wanted him or not. Based on your conversations with Seokmin, he was new to the area but was rather efficient so keeping him definitely seemed likely.

Your growling stomach didn’t let you do much else so before heading home, you did a quick shopping trip just so you could have something in your system because ordering out took too long and it was too late to get pizza delivered. You deliberated with yourself the whole way there. Instant noodles seemed like a really tempting option but you really didn’t want to be hungry again after an hour but a home cooked meal would take too long to prepare and you were sure you’d fall asleep before it finished. You weren’t really a fan of microwaveable food either, so frozen was definitely out of the question as well. So your best option was to have what teenagers ate for lunch: chips and an energy drink. It’d keep you full until morning but you’d switch that for water for the simple reason that you wanted sleep.

You waved to a few of the workers, chatting idly before getting back the mission at hand. You finally found the aisle you were looking for, craving salty and going to the other end of the aisle until you can across the specific brand you were looking for and it seemed like your luck ended there because there wasn’t anymore, or so you thought. You crouched to the bottom row and there was one more left. You didn’t even have to stretch far to get it but you didn’t notice that someone else had their eye on it because they grasped it at the same time you did. “Hey, that’s mine,” you grumbled, ready to fight. You looked at the chips in your hand, and almost dropped them in surprise. The red string on your finger was tied to the other person who was looking just as dumbfounded as you. You stared open mouthed at each other for sometime, the food in question already on the floor. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, extended his hand out in a greeting, which scared you a little but otherwise shook it, disregarding the fact that the custom in South Korea was to bow.

Behind you, a trio of old ladies giggled at the sight which made both of you whip your attention towards them. They said nothing but looking satisfied at how the situation turned out. “Congratulations,” you heard one of them whisper and they disappeared almost as quickly as you noticed them. “Two down.”

“It was you I’ve been looking for,” he murmured in awe. Tentatively, he reached for your hand again, both of you watching the string grow in length when he pulled away and shrinking when he came close.

You broke out into a smile and you were sure you could’ve cried if you weren’t in public. You weren’t weird after all. And then it hit you. Against your better judgment, because hello you just met him, you asked him a single question. “Can you come with me?”

As it turned out, Jeonghan and the old lady were long gone by the time you reached them. Not that it mattered because you had gone back alone because he declined saying he to get ready for work the next day and you respected and admired him for that. He left you his phone number in case he finished early and he suggested Adequate Eternity which was more than convenient for you. You had more than enough time to spare to get to know Seungkwan so you decided to grab him a cup of hot cocoa before you finally met him. Saturday mornings for some reason were busier but that was beyond your control, not that you were in a rush or anything. You took your time starting an order for a grand reopening of an art museum you were so fond of and and giving the place an overall cleaning Since you had finished earlier than planned, you decided to go for the coffee run, locking up just as slowly, well once you were sure someone had your small order ready. The only thing out of the ordinary was quite literally bumping into a girl who seemed more focused on her watch, and before you could open the door for her, she gasped. “My card!” She exclaimed and turned around just as quickly. “I’m sorry!”

Inside, you heard a cry of frustration, followed by the sight of an annoyed Jihoon running out of the bathroom, a bit of toilet paper stuck on his shoe. “Damn it, not again,” he groaned. He resumed his spot next to Wonwoo, and they continued writing down some notes. (At least that’s what it looked like to you.) They argued quietly and it never ceased to make you think they’d end up being those friends who grew old together but instead of spending their days in the park, it’d be here.

Chan waved at you and continued his window cleaning with a newspaper and some kinda drinking alcohol while Seungcheol read his copy out loud. And the people you were looking for were were looking for some keys. “Grandma, where did you leave them?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t ask you to look for them, right?”

“Good morning Auntie. Hey Jeonghan. Auntie, guess what happened last night?”

“From the light in your eyes, I can assume something good.” She pushed Jeonghan slightly. “Isn’t Y/N glowing?”

“Radiant Grandma. Ow! Hey, that wasn’t sarcasm! I meant that.”

“Oh hush, it’s rude to interrupt when someone is talking. Find the keys. Joshua said Babylon’s shipment is a can’t miss! You were saying, my dear?”

“I think-” you snickered at Jeonghan’s face and composed yourself, “I saw someone on the other end of the strand. What does that mean?”

“That I will explain when Jeonghan and I come back. Poor soul didn’t know where he left my keys. I think he’s the one with bad memory.” She winked at you. “Have you met the young man that’s been helping around?”

“Not yet. I told him to meet me here at noon. Um, this is kinda embarrassing, but do you know what he looks like?”

“He’s already waiting for you.” She pointed in the direction of where Seungkwan was sitting, eyeing the red string connecting you both and smiling smugly to herself when she saw the look of surprise on your face. “By the way, you’re soulmates. Jeonghan, let’s move! I have them right here!”

To say the least, you were nervous as you walked up to him. But then again, actually no, there was no then again. How the hell did something like that happen. Soulmates were extinct, weren’t they? There hasn’t been any evidence of them in years, so why now?

“Some things don’t require explanations though, right?”

“Holy shit, can you read my mind too?”

He smiled at you. “No. I was really surprised too but it makes sense. Hannie hyung helped me to understand that.” He pulled at the string and it brought your hand to his. “I guess what we decide to do with the knowledge is up to us. I know I came a long way to find you so I know I’m staying here for the time being. If you’ll have me as an employee and friend, that is.”

“Seungkwan, it would be a privilege to have you here as long as you’d like.” You returned his smile. “It’s officially nice to finally meet you by the way.”

“The honor is mine Y/N.”

A few days later, he took you out to the aquarium his friend worked, casually linking pinkies as you walked along, seeing the marine life, watching them swim in circles and come up for air. “Hey Hansol-ah!” He waved at someone you recognized, but he looked like he was on a date with a girl you noticed as someone from the museum you frequently visited and you smiled shyly at her. “What brings you here?”

“Enjoying the beach vibes my friend.” He waved excitedly at you like you were good friends and you returned the gesture. Anyone Seungkwan was fond of, you adored, especially him because of how well they got along and how there was no secrets between them. “Are you on a date too?”

“Yeah, this is my soulmate Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you. Well, we better get going but it was great to see you Kwannie.”

“You know, I hope he’s as lucky as I am and has a soulmate too. Do you think it could be her?”

You shrugged. You’d found out from Jeonghan that they came back in this century but only a rather near nonexistent percentage. “I’m not sure. It’d be nice if he did too, but if he doesn’t, well, I hope he ends up with someone that could be like one.” You agreed that not everyone was lucky enough to have an other half though. He threw his arm around you as the wind blew and he kissed your hair, messing it up that much more.

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[Translation] VAZZROCK BI-COLOR SERIES VOL. 9 - emerald Drama Track 1

Here’s the translation to Reiji’s first drama track~! I hope you enjoy his usual banter with Ayumu lolol

Thank you again to @ryuukia for sharing with me ^^

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Under the cut, enjoy~!

Track 1: [ちょっとは距離を縮めよう] “Let’s shorten our distance just a little”

[0:00]

REIJI: (sighs) Tomorrow’s an event with Ayumu, huh.

REIJI: It’s at the outdoor stage where we had rehearsals then, right?

REIJI: It’s been a while since I last had an outdoor event.

AYUMU: It’s the first time for me.

REIJI: A sitting event?

AYUMU: No, a standing one.

REIJI: Don’t tell me… The kind of event where there’s free admission?

AYUMU: The tickets were sold beforehand. I heard that it’s so the stadium wouldn’t be so packed even if it’s a standing event.

REIJI: Oh, is that so? The stage itself was kinda huge too, huh? I thought so during rehearsals.

AYUMU: It just seemed like that because there were no people.

REIJI: We won’t be changing costumes until the last part, right?

AYUMU: Yeah. It was decided so that we could maximize the time we’re standing on stage during the duration of the event.

AYUMU: Didn’t the manager tell you this yesterday?

REIJI: I was just confirming it. Oh, are there other things you’re curious about?

AYUMU: Let me see… What should we do if there’s an encore?

REIJI: Ah, we haven’t decided that yet? Well, I kinda wanna do all that I can but outdoors is…

REIJI: We have to mind the weather and when it becomes dark.

AYUMU: That would probably be the problem. huh.

REIJI: What’s tomorrow’s forecast?

AYUMU: Cloudy with a chance of rain.

REIJI: Ah… It’s ‘cause you were too excited.

AYUMU: Don’t make it my fault!

REIJI: I mean, all of your solo events have had accidents, right?

AYUMU: …! Wh-what about you then?

REIJI: Me? In my case, it was… mostly cloudy?

AYUMU: Alright. If tomorrow’s cloudy then it’s your responsibility.

REIJI: (scoffs) Isn’t that better than the rain though?

AYUMU: But isn’t cloudy weather cold?

REIJI: No, man, rain is even colder!

AYUMU: In the meantime, if the weather’s bad, the equipment will get wet and an encore would be impossible.

REIJI: We’ll get wet too, you know?

AYUMU: You love being drenched, right?

REIJI: Eh? What’s with that idea?

AYUMU: I watched your drama the other day and you fell into the pool.

REIJI: Eh? You watched that? Anyway, it’s not like I fell because I wanted to.

REIJI: It’s only ‘cause of the role and the story, okay?

REIJI: It’s not like I particularly like getting drenched, got it?

REIJI: Since we’re on the topic, aren’t you the one who’s always drenched? You dumb rain man. (1)

AYUMU: How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not a rain man?

REIJI: Just admit it already! Oh~! How about making it your charm point then?

AYUMU: What part of that will make it my charm point?

REIJI: Not getting phased by the rain could be your charm point, y’know?

AYUMU: … I guess it could be welcomed.

REIJI: (scoffs) Don’t start daydreaming now!

AYUMU: In any case, the event is tomorrow. It’s necessary that we clarify everything before the appointed day.

(Ayumu sneezes)

REIJI: Oh…

AYUMU: What?

REIJI: Ah, no… It’s nothing.

[03:10]

(Ayumu stands up from his chair)

AYUMU: (in a matter-of-fact tone) What time do we have to get to the arena?

REIJI: 12.

AYUMU: What time do we leave here tomorrow?

REIJI: 11.

AYUMU: What time will you wake up?

REIJI: You’re even gonna ask that? I’ll wake up so we’ll make it.

AYUMU: Your “making it on time” is more like “barely making it”.

AYUMU: You’re doing an event with me tomorrow so be there with 10 minutes to spare.

REIJI: (laughs) Yes, ma’am.

AYUMU: Who are you calling “ma’am”?

(Ayumu sneezes again)

REIJI: Hm… Ayumu… Do you have any allergies?

AYUMU: No. Why are you asking me that?

REIJI: “Why,” you ask… Well—never mind…

REIJI: Is there anything else you wanna confirm?

AYUMU: I wanted to confirm the general event but…

AYUMU: Then, could we run over it again—

REIJI: (suddenly interrupts Ayumu) Alright! It’s getting late~

REIJI: Meeting’s over~!

AYUMU: Hey, don’t just end it on your own!

REIJI: Is there still something you need, Mr. Worrywart, Ayuku-kun?

AYUMU: I don’t need anything. You should at least be a little worried.

REIJI: Sure, sure~ Sorry for not being all worried.

REIJI: Anyway, let’s go eat.

AYUMU: I got it.

[04:37]

AYUMU: But… Is it necessary that we eat together?

REIJI: You see? We’ll be doing an event together tomorrow. Don’t you think we should at least close our distance a little?

REIJI: Eating together is exactly for that purpose.

AYUMU: (scoffs) You’re too naïve. Do you really think that people will get close after eating together once?

REIJI: That… Is that something to be so triumphant about?

AYUMU: Never mind that. There’s nothing wrong with eating together.

AYUMU: Let’s go.

REIJI: Alright~! Well, since we’ll be doing an outdoors event tomorrow, let’s just cook something today.

AYUMU: Eh?

REIJI: My room or your room, which do you prefer?

AYUMU: …! Are those our only choices…?

REIJI: Where else would we go?

AYUMU: If possible, my room isn’t…

REIJI: Ah… My room’s full of stuff right now~ It’d be a big help if we could use Ayumu’s room but~ How about it~?

AYUMU: No, uh…! My room is in a horrible state, too so…

REIJI: I don’t really mind it though~

AYUMU: I do! If you don’t mind a disastrous room anyway then why not use yours?

REIJI: I didn’t say that it was disastrous. But, y’know? I’ve never been to your room before.

REIJI: I feel like I should visit at least once for our friendship’s sake.

REIJI: Or maybe…

REIJI: You’re hiding something~?

AYUMU: It’s a normal room.

REIJI: Then~

AYUMU: Let’s go to your room!

REIJI: O-oh…! Y-you’re direct for once…

REIJI: Do you want to come to my room that much~?

AYUMU: No, not at all.

REIJI: You’re really not honest. Then, I’ll go to your room next time. Today, mine will do.

AYUMU: … Is that so? Thank you.

REIJI: In exchange, bring some plates with you, got it?

AYUMU: Plates?

REIJI: The other day, I was thinking of remodelling so my stuff aren’t really organized.

REIJI: That’s why my room’s kinda empty right now.

AYUMU: I thought you said it was full of stuff?

REIJI: Ah… That’s well… Going with the flow?

AYUMU: You… You were teasing me, weren’t you?

REIJI: A little bit? I kinda wanted to poke fun at you~

REIJI: I think that’s a talent on its own, don’t you~?

AYUMU: (sighs) I take back my thank you from a while ago.

[07:24]

(door opens)

REIJI: Now then… What should we eat?

REIJI: That Ayumu’s pretty picky…

REIJI: Oh! Tomato? If I bring this out he’ll leave for sure.

(doorbell rings)

REIJI: Ah, yeah!

REIJI: He got here faster than I thought.

(Reiji opens the door)

REIJI: Hey, sorry for the wait.

AYUMU: Is this okay? (Ayumu hands him the plates)

REIJI: W-wait…! Y-you… How many did you bring?

AYUMU: It’s a set of six. Don’t break them.

REIJI: No matter how you think about it, six plates is unnecessary…

AYUMU: Don’t hesitate to use them. I’m coming in.

(Ayumu closes the door behind him and walks inside)

AYUMU: There’s really nothing here… There’s no sofa so where should I sit?

REIJI: There’s a chair by the kitchen counter, right? Wait there.

AYUMU: … Th-this chair that looks like a bar stool…?

(Ayumu sits down)

AYUMU: … I’m not used to it…

REIJI: Bear with it.

REIJI: How hungry are you, Ayumu?

AYUMU: The normal amount.

REIJI: Then, salad, roast beef, and pasta should do, huh?

REIJI: You’re okay with Caesar salad, right?

AYUMU: Y-yeah… You can cook?

REIJI: Simple stuff, yeah. I can make roast beef and use the rice cooker.

AYUMU: Wh-what in the world are you planning to make me eat?

REIJI: Ah, did you just imagine something amazing?

REIJI: It’s okay, I’m sure it’d be more delicious than store-bought food.

[09:33]

AYUMU: Thank you for the meal.

REIJI: Thank you for enjoying it.

REIJI: Ah, I can return the plates next time, right?

AYUMU: Yeah. If you want, you can have them in exchange for Japanese sweets.

REIJI: You’re bargaining?

(Ayumu coughs)

AYUMU: Want me to help with cleaning?

REIJI: Nah, it’s not much.

AYUMU: Really?

(Ayumu coughs again)

AYUMU: Then, I’ll be heading for home now.

REIJI: This is my first time meeting a guy who says that. (2)

REIJI: Ah, wait!

AYUMU: What?

(Reiji opens a cupboard door)

REIJI: Here, take this with you.

AYUMU: Honey?

REIJI: I’ll give it to you to make up for teasing you~

AYUMU: You… Wh-what are you thinking?

AYUMU: Ah…! You’re bribing me?!

REIJI: What for?!

REIJI: Are you sure you don’t want it? It’s from that shop that sells Japanese sweets so~

AYUMU: …! If that’s the case then I’ll accept it. I’m thankful.

REIJI: As usual, your countenance changes so fast when Japanese sweets are involved.

AYUMU: You don’t need anything else, right?

REIJI: Yeah, you can go back.

REIJI: Ah…! That honey’s expiration date is close so you better eat it fast.

AYUMU: Wha--?! You… You just wanted to get rid of it, huh…

REIJI: Then you don’t need it~

AYUMU: I’m not returning something I’ve already been given! Plus… the honey did nothing wrong. I’ll be eating it soon.

(Ayumu opens the door)

AYUMU: Don’t oversleep tomorrow.

REIJI: I know, I know. Sleep properly too, okay?

AYUMU: I know that, Mom.

REIJI: (laughs)

(Ayumu leaves and closes the door)

REIJI: I hope he got the message… That he’s catching a cold…

REIJI: He’s the type to not notice that about himself…

==END==

Translator’s Notes:

(1) Reiji actually calls Ayumu 「雨男/ameotoko」whose common translation is, “a person whose presence seems to invite rain”. Using that would be too long so I just simplified it to its other (more literal) translation, “rain man” XD

(2) Ayumu says 「お暇/oitoma」which is kinda like, a lesser/uncommon way of saying “I’ll be taking my leave/I’m going home now/I’ll be heading back” so Reiji was kinda shocked about it.

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traveltipss-blog1 · 5 years ago

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Halloween Horror Nights Tips!

Hey guys! The best month of the year is coming......OCTOBER! Which means Universals yearly event Halloween Horror Nights is only a few short months away. My friends and I have made this an annual trip, so this post is going to be all about my tips and tricks for making the most of this spooky event!

TICKETS

Ok so first lets go over some ticket information. The most important thing that you need to understand is that HHN is a ticketed event and does not include admission to the park, meaning that you will need to purchase both a ticket to the park and a HHN ticket. This also goes for Express passes, if you bought an Express Pass for daytime use in the park it WILL NOT be valid for use during the event at night. HHN has their own separate Express pass.

Universal has a lot of different park ticket options, finding the perfect one for you depends on a couple of different factors. Before buying your park tickets you will need to plan out how many parks you want to visit, and how many days you’ll want to spend at those parks.

https://www.universalorlando.com/web-store/en/us/park-tickets

I would HIGHLY recommend planning your trip 3-4 months beforehand. Universal is known to run some good deals and can save you a good bit of moolah on park tickets if you buy at the right time, I’ve seen them promote the deals on and off during the summer months mostly. The most common deal that you’re going to see is going to be under the 2 day ticket tab, the deal is for 3 days FREE when you buy a 2 day ticket. So if you’re planning for 5 days be sure to check out the 2 day options to see if they’re running the deal and save yourself some cash.

Also, I would suggest signing up for the Universal newsletter so you’re notified of all the deals!

HHN tickets for 2019 are ranging in between $68-$92 depending on what day you’re buying for. If you are planning on attending the event for more than one night you’ll want to look into a multi-night pass. They have 4 different multi-night passes all with different date ranges that you’re allowed to attend the event, from the Rush of Fear pass which only allows you to attend for the September dates, to the Ultimate Frequent Fear Pass which allows you to attend any night.

https://orlando.halloweenhorrornights.com/site/hhn/products/event-tickets

When HHN tickets first go on sale they will sometimes have a BOGO free sale, so go sign up for the newsletter so you don’t miss out!

I don’t have any experience with any of the tours or extra packages because money is tight for this college girl, but I’ll keep this updated if I ever get the chance to buy these cool tours.

WHEN TO GO

HHN is Universals biggest event, so it’s going to be busy almost every single night. The closer to Halloween you get, the busier it will be, thus the chance of you getting to experience everything goes down. Way down. Unless you’re buying Express passes to majorly cut down your wait time, I would stick to going anytime from the middle of September to around the third week in October. Good days to stick to are Wednesdays and Thursdays as they tend to be less crowded.

HOLDING AREAS

Biggest tip I have is to go to the park during the day to enjoy all the rides and shows before the park closes for HHN. You bought the admission ticket so go get the most out of it! The park officially closes at 5pm and reopens at 6:30 for the event. Some of the rides will be open during HHN but most of them will be closed for the event, so make sure you get on all your favorites twice! A huge perk of being inside the park during the daytime hours is getting early access for the event. Guests who are inside the park before they close the gates at 5 are held in “Stay and Scream” locations. These holding areas are released at 6, giving you a 30 minute head start to beat the crowds at the haunted houses! And trust me that 30 minutes can make a real difference. This is what my friends and I did last year and we made a run for Stranger Things as soon as they released us. We waited about 30 minutes in line and by the time we got out the line was already up to 2 hours!

There’s 3 different “Stay and Scream” areas.

The Springfield section near Fast Food Boulevard

The New York Area next to Finnegan’s Bar

The Hollywood area near the Hello Kitty Store

My personal favorite area is The New York area because alcohol. lol not just that though this area will be the closest to the soundstage, which is where they have the main haunted house every year, like last years was Stranger Things. If you’re most excited for the main house, head for this holding area, rush to the house when you’re released, and you won’t be waiting long before you’re in! The Hollywood area is also close to the soundstage but it is a smaller holding area without food and bev options.

Also pick up an event map and start planning your night while you’re in the holding area, its a good way to pass time and to get a sense of where all the houses and scare zones are.

FASHION

OK GUYS I know a lot of you will wanna look cute for this event but make sure you’re comfortable and dressed for the weather. Don’t wear heels or a dress. Don’t wear a thick jacket, there’s lots of body heat in those lines ok. Don’t wear anything you don’t want to lose cus honestly if you’re anything like me and you’re jumping all through these houses you’re going to lose said thing. Wear shoes that aren’t going to fall off if you all of a sudden have to run from a clown. And most importantly DON’T WEAR A MASK you will be either asked to throw it away or you’ll be asked to leave.

Pro tip bring a small backpack to keep all your touch ups and goodies. Make sure it’s big enough to bring a water bottle though so you can stay hydrated through all the alcohol. Here’s some good things to bring to make the night a little more comfortable.

Water bottle (you can refill in the park)

Wipes (for running makeup or just cus you’re getting a lil sweaty)

Hand sanitizer

Makeup for touching up

External battery

Deodorant/body spray

TIPS

Stay till close. Near the end of the night the crowds die down so less wait times!

If you can afford it, buy an Express Pass it’ll save you so much time.

Explore scare zones. There’s a lot of cool characters and story line details to be found in the scare zones. There’s so cool photo ops too!

Make a list of whats most important for you to experience and hit those first.

Take advantage of the open rides! Select few rides are open during the event and there’s hardly a line for them, you could be in and out of the mummy in 20 minutes!

Download games to play while in line. These lines get long man and games like HeadsUp can really help pass the time.

Stay hydrated. Especially if you’re drinking alcohol remember you NEED WATER TOO.

Have fun. This night is meant to spook you so don’t be the “I’m not scared of you” dude in the house. Let loose, get scared, and have fun! It’s the whole point of the event.

Thanks for making it all the way down my extremely long post! I love sharing all my tips for all kinds of trips. I will keep this one post updated with any new tips, prices, and deals! Be sure to follow me for more!

#hhn #halloween #halloweenhorrornight #orlando #travel #traveltips #universalstudios

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april-lilies · 6 years ago

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Sounds like you have some super cool stories for us, it its not anything too private. I think it would be super cool to hear about more stories with you and tokyo.

Oh my god, the thing is that I don’t even know where to start…so you’re going to get a general rundown of all of it. I apologize as some bits may potentially make people uncomfortable (I got molested while drunk at one point).

Strap in, this is going to be LONG, though I’m going to gloss over some bits. This all happened while also going to school Mon-Fri and some Saturdays all day. I’m also excluding most of the hanging out with my class friends because it was more just casual hanging out/bar hopping/nothing very exciting.

If anyone has any more specific questions about my experiences or Tokyo, please feel free to ask me.

The first weekend I was here I went to a gothy music event after going to a Buck-Tick gig. The BT gig ended at like 8:30 and I didn’t want to go home and I knew of the all night music gig. I was going to chicken out from going, but I decided to attend. That one decision set off all of this.

At the gothy music thing, I saw Auto-Mod and various alt DJs in the Tokyo scene. Some random western dude then came in and seemed to know everyone and eventually danced with me for a bit. He was just trying to get people to dance/get hyped up for the band. Figured that was that, but after the show he grabbed me and started introducing me to various people, mostly DJs including DJ Sisen. Turns out the dude runs his own club, and he and one of the DJs (who I will call Ossan #1) took me over to it. I got in free and drank free, chatted with people a bit there. Ossan #1 worked/works for Buck-Tick’s record company and we chatted about BT for a while. He was fucking shocked I knew them and had just come from a gig. It was wild to just…run into a random person and talk to them about BT at some length. After the club closed, the club owner took me out to breakfast at a lil place that you wouldn’t have ever been able to find unless you knew it was there and the cooks looked like yankis. Everyone was really nice and were shoving food at me for me to try. I didn’t get home til like 10:15 in the morning.

This was before Halloween and the club owner told me I should come to his big Halloween party at a big nice venue the next weekend, so I went because I am a curious mofo. Through the night I got hit on and pursued and bought drinks by various men, danced, and got kissed by like 5 people. Toward the end, Ossan #1 shoved me on stage to dance with some professional performer girls, which was pretty fun. After, I was invited to come to the after party and we split up to go in various taxis/or take the train. I took the train with another DJ guy, who then tried to take me home instead, to which I noped out and went to the bar where we were supposed to meet the other people. I just kinda hung around and left when I felt I could.

Next weekend was the weekend before Halloween and my closest class friend asked me to go out to an LGBT party with her (she’s a married lesbian). I said sure, but we ended up not going there and ended up going to a famous women’s only bar in the gay district of Tokyo. We did a nomihodai, which is all you can drink for a set time (at this bar it lasted two hours). Various people were hitting on my friend until she told them she was married and then the attention turned to me and it was the first time irl I’ve been hit on by women. It was an interesting experience and was fun. After, we left to go to an lgbt bar where my friend knew the manager. Drank there. Then decided to walk over to the bar where I know the club owner, since there was another Halloween party there that night too. BUT when we got there, my friend decided to go home and left me to the bar by myself. I was already pretty fucking buzzed by that point since we’d had a lot to drink, and then when I got to the bar, I met another DJ (who I will now call Ossan #2), who bought me like three shots, which we downed quickly. He went off and left not long after that. I didn’t know at the time, but now I think he probably left because he was drunk/he can’t handle much booze and the shots probably hit him. I was ok myself for a bit, but then the shots fucking hit me and knocked me on my ass. I blacked out drunk for the first time in my life. It was not fun and I don’t remember a lot. I know I got sick and I had a few nice people taking care of me. I’m really glad for them and that the people at this bar are generally very good people. When I was more conscious/sober but still terribly drunk, I found myself scared and alone on a couch in the bar. I noticed Ossan #1 (who was also very drunk) and he was the only one I recognized and I went to him because I wanted to be near someone I knew. That ended with me being drunk and confused as I realized he’d fucking shoved his hand up my shirt and pushed my bra away and was groping me. I was too fucking drunk to really do much. I was aware enough to pull his hand away when he kept trying to put it down my pants, at least. This was near the end of the party and at the end he tried to get me to go home with him and I was too drunk to really do anything, so I stared at the bar owner until he noticed me and came over. He fended off the Ossan DJ #1 and then had two of his friends escort me to the train station so I’d be safe. I regret getting as drunk as I did that night and will never, ever do it again, but it was probably a good lesson to learn.

Most DJs or club people I’d talked to a bit more and I had exchanged Line contacts, so later that week Ossan DJ #2 contacted me and asked me to go to a music festival the coming weekend with him. Again, I am a terribly curious person and said sure. He bought my ticket and went over to it together, grabbing some food and some beers at the venue (Poor dude said he was kinda drunk after two beers. One thing I like about japan is I can drink all the Japanese men I’ve met under the table.). It was more of a nerdy music/arts festival than anything, merging electronic art and imagery with electronic music. It was actually really cool and I wish we’d stayed longed, but Ossan #2 just kinda flitted around a bit from area to area in the venue (which was a cool museum). He eventually took me to a nice sushi place and we ate a ton and he paid for all of it. He then decided he wanted to go home and we split ways. To this day I’m still not exactly sure wtf he wants from me since he’s made no moves on me at all, but has asked me to hang out multiple times, though I’ve always been busy.

Next weekend I was out shopping and by the end couldn’t decide if I wanted to stop by the bar for a drink before going home. It was only like 8pm and I didn’t think there would be many people there and I didn’t wanna go by myself when there wasn’t a party going on (they start at ~11pm), but I decided to walk over to the area anyway before deciding if I was gunna go in to the bar or not. When I got there I decided no, and started to walk to the train station home. On the way, a guy who was clearly not a resident stopped me. He was a guy in Tokyo on business from Hong Kong and asked me if I knew any good bars in the area and if I wanted to go drinking with him. I said sure, only because I got to pick the bar and we were right by the one I was comfortable with. Drank with him for a while and responded with disinterest as he kept hitting on me and trying to kiss me/etc. he was kinda drunk already and luckily at one point he fucked up and called me the wrong name, to which I fucking roasted him. It was getting near 11pm then and I had permission from the bar owner to stay a bit later without having to pay the entrance fee for the upcoming party and I basically told the guy to gtfo since he’d have to pay if he stayed any longer. After he left I stuck around and socialized for like an hour before catching one of the last trains home.

Next, I decided to go to another kinda gothy DJ/performance event at the same venue as the one I’d first gone to. I didn’t really know anyone there (I had met a few of the DJs before, but nothing to the level they’d really remember me), so I just kinda hung around by myself and danced a lil. Annnd then Ossan DJ #1 came in. It was a dance of awkward small talk, standing on opposite sides of the room, and avoiding each other. Eventually at he end of the night, the club owner I know showed up and he ended up taking me and introducing me to more people and got me to socialize a bit. At one point when he’d gone off to socialize with some others, Ossan #1 finally came up to me at the bar and was like ‘So……..you’re mad at me….what did I do?’. I thought he was avoiding me because he knew he fucked up the last time, when in reality he was avoiding me because I’d been acting cold to him all night and he didn’t know why. He didn’t remember what he’d done and I got to inform him of it, to which he tried to make me stop and shush me and tell me to keep it a secret. I was not shushed. Eventually bar owner came back and we went over to his bar, which was frankly pretty boring this time. When we were leaving, another club owner stopped me on the street and said I looked like Boy George (which was a comment I got about 5 times that night because of my make up/hat combo. it was completely an accident) and she got my Line info and asked me to play Boy George in an 80s night she will be doing in March and was very happy to find me because she already has a guy who plays Pete Burns for her. We’ll see if she ever actually contacts me about this again. When I went to say goodbye to the bar owner after she was done talking to me, he introduced me to a friend of his and told his friend to ‘take care of me’. I didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but he took me out to breakfast and we just chatted. It was nice and the food was fucking amazing traditional Japanese grilled fish breakfast set.

Sometime during the next week (on a school night) went to a Kaya gig where he sang Schwarz Stein/Femme Fatale/solo work accompanied by piano and violin. It was a very lovely little show in an intimate bar.

Ok, now this I’m not exactly proud to admit, and you may judge me as you like, but I messaged Ossan #1 the next week and told him I’d forgive him for what he did one time and asked if it’d be ok for me to go to the event he was DJing that night. I knew we’d run in the same circles and that I’d keep seeing him and I wanted to clear the air. He said yes, that he was relieved, and that he’d never touch me again (which he has indeed kept his promise on and has backed off from anything more than some verbal teasing). The event was at a very nice little bar I’d never been to before. There was supposed to have a cover charge, but I waltzed right in and the staff like gestured to Ossan #1 like ‘ah you’re here because of him.’ He bought me a drink and then proceeded to introduce me to some people there, including a couple. The wife spoke very good English, and it turns out they run a large fetish party in Tokyo and that Ossan #1 DJs for it. Apparently Ossan #1 introduced me to them as sort of an apology and had suggested to them that I model for their next fetish party, to which they liked the idea. I ended up chatting with the wife most of the time, and I have to say she was THE SWEETEST. The DJ event at this bar only lasted until 1am and trains don’t start again until 4-5am, so I had intended to walk 45min to the bar I know the owner of and stay the rest of the night there. Instead, I was asked to go to Harajuku to a bar with the couple, Ossan DJ #1, and two girls who were at the bar (one of which was one of the girls I’d danced on stage with at Halloween, but I’m not sure she remembered me). I said sure, and the couple paid for all my drinks at the first bar and then we hopped in taxis, which I also didn’t end up paying for at all. At the bar in Harajuku, the couple took us up to the private floor and a waiter immediately came and served us all champagne. I was sitting on the end at first and everyone was talking in Japanese and I just kinda observed, until the wife noticed and moved from her husband to come and sit by me and talk with me ;___; Lots of champagne and silly chatting was done (and I guess planning for their next Fetish party, but that was done in Japanese) and turns out the wife was really into BT/Sakurai when she was a teenager, so we chatted about that too. Overall, it was really, really fun and the wife invited me to their private Xmas party in a few weeks. After, we all hopped in a taxi and they had it take me over to the bar I normally go to and paid for it for me. I don’t remember a whole lot because I’d been drinking a fair bit, but I know I kissed one of the bartenders, and idk how the fuck that happened. At the end, I somehow also ended up going out for a ramen breakfasts with a bunch of French people, who ended up paying for my food for some reason.

During the next week, for some reason I decided to go over to the bar when the bartender I’d kissed was working. I’m not exactly fucking sure why, I think I just wanted to see how he acted and to see if that had actually happened. We chatted a bit about music and it was really pretty awkward since we were the only ones there at first and his English was bad as is my Japanese. Eventually more customers came in and he was attending to them, but turned the music system to playing Soft Ballet since I’d mentioned I like them. And then this older dude from Belgium came in and came over to ask to drink with me because he was glad to see another Westerner there. We ended up chatting for a quite a while and he bought me drinks the whole time. Eventually his friends came and he left and I needed to catch my train and I went to leave. To which the bartender came out in the hall and kissed me while I was waiting for the elevator, which then confirmed that shit had indeed happened the last time I’d been at the bar. I still have no fucking clue why he and I ever kissed the first time.

The next while was spent mostly on school and trying to find something to wear for the Xmas party. Like what the fuck do you wear to a fancy dress party run by people who organize Fetish parties??? And also I was curious how it’d go because both Ossans were on the guest list. Anyway, eventually that came and Ossan #2 was super surprised to see me because he had no idea how the fuck I got involved in this group/how I got involved enough to be invited to the Xmas party. He and I chatted and hung around until he had to leave to DJ at another event (which was supposed to be the after party for the Xmas party, but we didn’t end up going). After he left I kinda just…awkwardly introduced and passed around to various Westerners/Japanese who spoke English there. I don’t think some were very thrilled to talk to me/felt like they were baby-sitting. It was funny though, at one point I was asked which DJ/man there I ‘belonged to’ and the woman seemed to think it was badass that I said I don’t belong to anyone. At one point I talked with the host couple a bit too and they expressed that they were trying to figure out what they wanted me to do for their Fetish party. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, and I still don’t. Eventually a half American, half-British guy came up to me and we ended up chatting most of the rest of the party. He was really chill and bought me some curry, lol. The party was officially over, but most people stuck around to keep drinking and socializing and were getting more drunk. Ended up chatting with Ossan #1 a bit and with the host lady. Also, for being a party run by fetish people, the most kinky thing that happened was someone getting spanked a bit at the end, so it was a lot less weird than I thought it might get. A group from the party, including the host couple, decided to go to a restaurant near by and the half-Brit guy and I decided to go along. We hung out most of it but later regretted going b/c it was a flat fee we were all charged to be there and eat/drink, which was about $50. I didn’t have enough money on me at the time and the Brit guy took pity on me and decided to pay for mine since he knew I was a student and had no income. I told him I’d pay him back, but he refused. We also ended up being silly and eating slices of wagyu steak with our hands because we didn’t get sliver wear and it was some stupid protest at the time over how expensive it was. Idk, it was dumb but fun. Eventually we hopped a taxi and he went home and I went to the bar I always go to to wait for the train. Nothing very exciting happened there other than a drunk bartender kept giving me rice balls for free. I guess the day after the host lady messaged the Brit guy to ask if I’d gotten home ok ;____;

The next few weeks I just focused on getting through school/finals, which was admittedly rough and came with a bit of a breakdown towards the end. One week night I did end up going out to dinner with the club owner, which mostly was just him talking about politics the whole time. We went to a bar in the gay district for a few drinks after since I guess he liked the particular gay bar, despite not being gay. Idk, he still mostly talked about politics, which is not a topic I really enjoy discussing. Another night I ended up going out to a café with the Brit guy, as well. It had intended to be me studying and him working on translation work, but we mostly ended up talking and gossiping about the people in the club scene. I guess he’s been in the scene for ~10 years and yet I’ve managed to infiltrate it and meet more people in two months than he had in years 8| Not that I was trying to do that, it was all a bunch of accidents. Also near finals I went to a music gig of Auto-Mod/Der Zibet/Loopus. I regret not sticking around to socialize at the bar once the show was done, but I had Saturday class the day after.

Finally got through finals and went out with my school friends for the last time before most of them left since they were staying only one semester (thankfully the girl I went out with on Halloween is staying and she’s the person I’m closest with at school). ANNNNNNND the next day picked up Riki (@crimsonmaggots) from the airport. That night I’d been invited to parties both by the club owner and by the fetish party lady, but Riki and I were both exhausted and stayed home. He stayed with me over my break and we did a bunch of stuff. I’ll mention some notable ones that relate to my social life or music.

We went to Yellow House, which is a shop run by the woman who has been dressing many visual kei bands since the very beginning/her shop has been around 37 years. It’s tiny but the walls are plastered with old band flyers, posters, and polaroids of her with band members through the years. I def freaked out a bit over her old pics with BT and she had a sticker banner thing from the original DIQ in ’89. If you’re ever in Harajuku and are into VK, I suggest you stop by and at least talk to her. She’s a gem and a spitfire of an old lady. It was a religious experience; especially for Riki since the lady basically dressed him in a perfect coat and also he ended up buying one of the same shirts Imai had bought from the lady.

We also went to Buck-Tick’s tour finale, which was FUCKING FANTASTIC. We prepared like the entire day to make sure our looks were on point before going to the gig. It was so fucking good and I ended up getting us 4th row seats since I’m part of Fish Tank. People danced the entire gig and it was super fun. He and I also ended up in the crowd a few times on the live broadcast of the show. After, we hit up a restaurant for some beef stew omurice before heading to the bar I always go to for the weekend’s party. Which happened to be hosted by Takuya Angel this time, who thanked us for coming. It was a small party and we mostly just hung out and danced. The bartender who I had kissed the one time did like try to be a bit close to me at a few points, but I think got salty and avoided me after seeing that I was there with Riki, since I guess he thought we might be involved. Also the club owner randomly showed up and made two big posts of Chinese stew and gave it to all the guests for free??? It was an odd night, but fun.

On New Year’s we decided to go to a sort of gothy, black-themed New Year’s party. Unfortunately, we left kinda late and I didn’t think about how Shibuya would be fucking PACKED on NYE, so we were stuck jammed in a crowd when the year changed. Eventually we made it to the party and were met by a warm welcome from a DJ lady who was also there. She runs a shop in Harajuku we’d stopped by previously where she was super nice and let us try on corsets. Otherwise, I had been introduced to a few people there before (such as the woman who was running the party, I met her at the Xmas party, but I don’t think she remembered me), but wasn’t exactly on close enough terms to feel comfortable chatting with any of them except Ossan #1. Most of the night was spent dancing our asses off, people watching, and drinking. The performer girl who I had danced with at Halloween and who had been around at various other events was there too and she ended up dancing with me a bit and eventually dragged me and Riki up on the stage to dance with her and her friend during the last DJ set (which was Ossan #1). Idk how long Riki was up there, but the girl and I ended up dancing on stage together for quite a while

Various other adventures were had while Riki was here and he just left yesterday and now I’m fucking sad he’s gone.

I start school again tomorrow and that’s where I’m at with things. There’s a party this weekend at my typical bar where Ossan #1 is DJing….we’ll see if I go or not. We’ll see what happens with the fetish party. We’ll see what the fuck happens with my social life. All I know is this is far from over.

I applaud you if you read this all.

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sweetpeachjones · 6 years ago

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YMUB pt. 7

Episode 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6

A/N: Thank you for putting up with me

For my anon n @pupyluv247 xoxoxo

"Ugh, why is it so damn hot in Oakland?" You lie in your silk sheets tossing and turning desperately trying to find some comfort. It wasn't the temperature that had you going crazy like, your hormones were raging. It has been 3 weeks since you moved out and got your own place. Three weeks since you and Erik spoke. He would call and you ignored his calls you ended up changing your number altogether. He would come by the office and your secretary would block him. If he got belligerent security was called and he would leave but Erik was persistent and it was a matter of time before you had to face him. You decided on taking a cold shower before drifting off to sleep, however, your cell phone was almost begging you to call Erik. He didn't know where you lived and tonight wasn't the time to found out. The glow of the phone irritated you so much that you took the battery out and put it in ur drawer. Only then you were able to get some rest. The next morning after finishing your first appointment, you were waiting for your second when you received a call from the University. "Hello Mrs. Stevens" "Yes" "Oh hello this is Shelia from the Black Excellence committee and I wanted to inform you that you and your husband are going to be nominated with humanitarian of the year award." "Oh wow well I'm honored." "I'm glad you are you guys have done so much work for our city and beyond it's time you have been recognized. So the ceremony is Aug 11 a month from now and I will email you further details okay." "Okay, thanks so much." "No thank you and have a wonderful day." As soon as you hung up your secretary buzzed in about Erik calling. You told your secretary to say you were in a meeting. As your second appointment walked in. At 5 pm you prepared to leave as you walked out the door you smelled some familiar cologne you knew immediately who it was, you reached into your pocket and grabbed hold of your switchblade just in case. You stalking me now." You said flatly and kept walking. You didn't have to look back to know he was following you. "You can't keep ignoring me Y/N" "Wanna bet, what do you want" "You of course" "Oh thought I was unless to you." You turned as you walked in the parking deck Erik quickly follow seeing you walked to an unfamiliar car.

"What's this?, Where's your car?"

"None of your business but I bought this baby as soon as I moved out. I figured you would have some sort of tracker and found out where I am." You fiddled with the keys as you dropped them in water the other day, it has been malfunctioning since then. You pressed the unlock button only to have the car alarm go off. Frustrated u bang the keys on the roof, Erik silently watched you throw a temper tantrum. He calmly grabbed the keys from you pressed on some buttons, silenced the alarm and unlock your car door. He opened the door for you and waited til u got in. You said nothing as u got in and he slammed the door. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face as he waited for you to say something. You didn't you just started the car. "Is there something else you need." "Yeah, did u get the call from the school,?" "I did, and?" "Sooo we need to make arrangements to pick up" "No I'll meet you a block from the venue and we will ride up together so no one is suspicious." "Why can't I pick u up" "You seriously need to ask me that question, move out my damn way." You put the car in drive and pulled off unnecessarily hard. He jumped back just in time before you ran over his toes. The night of the ceremony You spent all day with your stylist and glam squad aka your sister and boy cousin and they primped and prepped for tonight evening. You settled on a rose gold evening gown with diamond accessories. Once done you looked like an Aphrodite herself. You had an Uber XL bring you to the designated spot you and Erik agreed upon. Erik was leaning against the car looking up and down the street apprehensively waiting on your vehicle. Once the driver pulled up he open your car door and you stepped out. Erik's jaw dropped as you walked towards him. He was looking extra delicious in his black tux and gold accessories. His gold slugs gleamed at you when his smiled and held out his arms awaited a hug. You hesitated but he wasn't having that as he pulled you in a tight bear hug. You almost melted being in those strong arms and he had the nerve to wear your favorite cologne you bought him. He was making it damn near making possible to have an orgasm off sight and smell alone. His hands were dangerously close to your ass as you pulled away. Any fondling and you would just have to have him. "Erik we have to go" We have time, he said as he leaned in closer to kiss your neck "Uh huh I ain't here for all of that." Girl bring your sexy ass here, grabbing ur waist, we need to get in character. Finally kissing his way on your neck and earlobe. You were minutes from giving in. "Erik", you whispered "Yea baby", he answered as his hands were creeping under ur skirt. If he went any further it would have been game over. "If you don't get your fucking hands from under my skirt, I swear your eyes gonna match your outfit." And with that, you pushed him away. He sucked his teeth, knowing u want it just trying to fight but let you win this round. He Chuckled and said "okay princess off to the ball" holding the car door open. You glared at him for his little smart ass comment as you climb in the vehicle. He still managed to slap your ass HARD. One pulling up to the venue, the site was immaculate, you couldn't wait to get out the car. You almost felt intoxicated breathing the same air as Erik. You needed a drink fast. As you stepped people were calling you to take pics, you felt like a star because this was your nite, well yours and Erik. Y'all pose for several pictures but looking like the happiest couple in the world. If they only knew. Inside were pictures of you two at various points of your humanitarian work. Pictures of y'all with kids from Sudan, Nigeria, South Africa you working alongside women making dinner, pics of Erik building with hospitals and schools with the locals. Relief efforts after earthquakes and flooding both of y'all dirty from hard work but happier as ever. You almost felt nostalgic about how good you felt working and those happy faces of the people you help and the long steamy showers with Erik after a days work. It was too much emotion at once and you couldn't get to the open bar faster. As you made your way to the open bar Erik followed you like a hawk. “What would you like to drink ma'am?” “I'll have a whiskey.” “She will have apple cider” You looked at Erik with a fake smile. “Oh, honey, you are sweet but I got this”, adding venom in your voice. “I'm sure you do buttercup, just pace your self”, also adding base in his voice. The bartender looked confused feeling the conversation was deeper than face value. " I'll have a red wine please" Erik glared at you. "What doctors recommend at least one cup of red wine a day." Someone tapped you on your shoulder and turned to see a group of students that wanted to congratulate you personally. Among the crowd was Davida standing there looking bashful. You saw her and you attitude immediately went sour. Erik look shocked and nervous as he to was surprised she was here. He told her about but didn't think she would show up. You downed your first drink fast. "What the fuck are you doing here?", you whisper angrily. "Look Y/N, I didn't come here to fight or cause drama, I want to make amends with you and whether you like it not we're gonna be family." You stood in silence looking at her like she done lost her damn mind. Erik started to say something but you interrupted him you looked at her stepped closer so she can hear you. "I am not Erik so you can't-fool me. I know that baby is not his and your just looking for a meal ticket, if that's how you eat then fine but I'd be damn you ain't eating off MY plate." And you walked off leaving Erik confused about the conversation and Davida dumbfounded. The ceremony went lovely, you had just the kick in the ass you need to focus on the event and not think boning your sexy yet unfaithful husband. When it was time for you and Erik to accept your awards he spoke first. You kind of zoned out until he mentioned of opening a center for women's empowerment in your name. You were shocked to say the least and was speechless. Everyone clapped and cheered whispering amongst themselves. " Wow, such a beautiful couple. " Oh wish I had a marriage like that" Sadly the only ones who weren't fooled by the hype didn't clapped which was you, Erik, and Davida. You stepped outside to get some fresh air as took a sip of your drink a deep voice stirred you out your thoughts. You look to the sound and almost choked on your drink, It was your old mentor from grad school Ellis Watts. He was 6 years older and you guys had a hot sex fling for while Erik was back home and you were away at school. After all these years he still looked good. “OMG, what are you doing here?” “Well, I was in town and heard you were being honored so here I am.” Y'all embrace for what seemed longer than needed. You realized lots of people was around so you decided to go to this secluded spot in the gazebo in the backyard. "I'm so glad you came to support me, I figured we left things kinda weird." "Well I know you were just homesick and missing your boyfriend. But we did have some great times together., He sighed you it was hard to let you go, I thought about almost every day" "Hmm imagined if I didn't leave, where could we have been." "Are you having some kind of doubts about your marriage, are you happy?" You didn't answer as you tried to fight back tears. You wept silently as Ellis hugged you and let you cry. He rubbed your back to soothe you. You looked up at him as he was at least 5 inches taller than and pecked his lips as a thank you, the kiss got more intense as your arms moved to around his neck. The kiss ended abruptly when you heard a pounding thud and you open your eyes quick enough to see Ellis on the ground holding his jaw. Confused you see Erik in complete rage. He gave Ellis no time to recover as he pounces on him punching him in the face. Somehow Ellis overturned Erik and both were giving and taking blows. STOP IT, PLEASE STOP ERIK GET OFF HIM! you yelled. Erik stopped and look at you. Leave Erik! I'm not going nowhere until you come with me! You noticed a crowd was drawing and assume the cops were next. Fine just go I'll follow. He quickly left and you pulled some napkins out of your purse. I'm so sorry about that, you said as you cleaned Ellis's lips. That's fine really if I'd have you as my wife I'd be fighting anyone who looks your way. You laughed to yourself and finished cleaning him. Y/N!!!!! you heard Erik yell. "You better go, I'll take it from here." "Okay here's my card call me ok" You left just as quick to catch up with Erik. Both got into the car y'all came in and left. "Driver our house" "You mean your place, I don't live there anymore." "STFU, and why the fuck was you kissing on that nigga?" "You seriously asking me that while your baby mama pregnant AF at our event." "That's beside the point though, no knows the issue with her however you kissing another nigga who ain't your husband's at an event for us!" He had point but fuck him "Fuck u Erik I ain't gotta explain shit!" The rest of the drive was silent. Once the car pulled up, you quickly hopped out and stormed towards the door. Erik was right behind with you with the keys. When he opened the door, you started for the stairs but Erik grabbed your arm and swung you back to him and pinned you to the wall. He was still pissed. "So you fucking that nigga?" "Fuck u, Erik" "I'm not asking you again!" "Unlike the piece of shit, you are I don't have to fuck every dick that walks by." "That's cause you know that my pussy and can't no nigga fuck you like I can. How long as it been a month maybe two I know that pussy is wet AF right now begging to eaten and fuck properly.” You just turned your head cause he was absolutely right. Then he went for the kill sucking on your earlobe as his hands went under your dress. "Just as I thought", he picked you and found a better way to release his emotions. The next morning The sunlight plus the urge to pee woke you up. Erik has arm tightly around your ribcage keeping you snugly against him. You look down and you were completely naked. You subtle movement woke up the sleeping beast behind you "Where you going?" "I have to pee" "Mhmm well come back" He moved his arms like granted access. After you did your thing you looked in the mirror while you washed your hands. You noticed the passion marks and slight bruises over your neck and chest. Last night was everything you needed and more but you couldn't continue this cycle. You needed to leave. You snuck out the bathroom and went towards the dresser, you quietly got some casual clothes and almost melted how neat your drawers were. You kept your clothes in a certain way while Erik just threw his in the drawer. The fact he took the time to fix it how you like making you all warm and fuzzy inside. But damn that! You gather some more clothes shut the drawer quietly. The sound you heard almost made your heart stopped. “Where you going” “Huh” “I said where are you going, getting out of bed walking towards you.”

You looked like a deer in headlights didn't know your next move. “We're you leaving me?” “I can't stay here Erik” “Who said you can't your my wife this is your house.” He was getting loud almost frightening. He snatched the clothes out of hands and threw them across the room. "Oh you were gonna leave me and go with that nigga wasn't you. After I gave you something special something near and dear you gonna fuck a nigga and leave you got me FUCKED UP" he grabbed a glass vase of flowers and threw them across the room. You watched the water and flowers go everywhere but you couldn't let him intimidate you. "Oh save your bullshit Erik, we both know you bought that center out of guilt. And as much as you have been fucking around you should have no reason to question what I do." You stormed towards the door finding your courage but he blocked the door and got on his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist. Okay, baby, I'm sorry. You're right, I'm trying to do better, I'd want to make this right. Please stay." His sniffing made your heart broke and you just wanted to lay in bed and cuddle and forget this ever happen. But it did and these are the consequences. "The only reason you want to make this right is that you got her pregnant. Now I looked past the other times but you are making a fool of me. And I can't be here for that now move I need to go." Erik stood up but his demeanor was deadly. "Fine you wanna take your ass to him then go." He reached behind him and locked both doors. "But you gotta find another way to leave other than this front door" "What negro move" Erik's was stiff as a boulder. He instead grabbed your arm and led you towards the balcony. Your first thought was he gonna throw you over so you kicked and screamed making it difficult. He pushed you on the balcony and locked the sliding glass door leaving you out by yourself. Erik, Erik open this damn door! You banged but to no avail, he didn't answer. He climbed back in bed and turned the TV up loud to drown you out. Frustrated you stop knocking and looked for a solution. You looked over and saw the pool, if you jumped you could make it, since you're on the third floor the deep end would have to be your target. But you wasn't much of a swimmer. You had no other option. And hitting the ground wasn't one of them. You looked behind you and Erik was facing you but looked at tv. You climbed over holding on the balcony as you made your jump. All Erik saw was your red shirt floating past the balcony rails. "I know this bitch didn't!" He ran downstairs as he saw your body enter the water in a weird way. Since you didn't bob back up he knew something was wrong and the blue liquid was starting to turn red. Oh, shit y/n! He yelled once he got to the patio. He dove in and retrieve your unconscious body. He gave you CPR as you weren't responding. "Come on baby breathe dammit" He blew one more time and pumped your chest until you spit up water. He was so happy he cradled your head in his arms and noticed the cut on your forehead. He carried you bridal style in the house as he went and got the first aid kit. You started to protest but he wasn’t having it. He just took care of cleaning you and laid in bed as the painkillers took effect. He didn't want it to happen this way but as far as you and he was concerned his wife was back.

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writing-in-the-impala · 6 years ago

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You Always Hurt The Ones You Love (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Professor!Bucky Barnes/ Teacher!Bucky Barnes

Series Summary: You fall for your smoking hot literature professor Bucky Barnes (quite literally) what follows you never predicted would happen.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill) and mentions of PTSD because it’s Bucky, SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I’m going to try and post a new part every Wednesday, please tell me what you think of the fic so far and how it can be improved.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | Part 1 Part 2

"So you like her?" Steve asked Bucky as they were sitting in Steve's office during their lunch break in Monday.

"No I didn't say that, I mean I do like her in a friend way, but I know you mean more than that it's just, when we talk I feel like we've been friends for years, it feels like we agree in every topic." Bucky explained.

"I mean she is easy to get along with but you do realise it sounds like you're falling in love with her and she's your student so just remember that." Steve said in a very authority voice.

"Yeah I know, that's why I bought Y/N up, am I allowed to be friends with her even though she's my student?" Bucky asked.

"Define friends." Steve said.

"I don't know like people who talk about things they are both interested in, hang out together along with other friends ect basically am I allowed to like sit with like you and Y/N in a bar talking even though she's my student?" Bucky asked.

"I mean that's a grey area because technically you could've known her before she was your student and you wouldn't just stop being friends with her because she's your student." Steve explained.

"So it's okay?" Bucky asked happily.

"Yeah I guess just to make sure your job is safe if anyone asks you were friends before she started to study here age-wise no one will question it."

"Okay thanks man." Bucky said. "Anyway I have a class to teach so I better get going." Bucky said standing up.

"Oh the one with Y/N?" Steve said suggestively.

"Shut up." Bucky grumbled before walking out the door.

On the other side of campus you were walking with Natasha to your classes after your usual lunch together. "So you've got Barnes now." Nat said nudging you and winking.

"Oh shut up." You said to her not being actually annoyed.

"I mean dude you've got to at least think he's hot? He's like one of the hottest on campus! I do miss his long hair though, I wonder why he cut it." Nat said.

"Oh it was because he thought it will help improve his relationship with his girlfriend at the time Dot, she said the army changed him too much and that he wasn't the man she fell in love with so he tried to look like the pre-army him to like show her he'll try for her but that kind of exploded in his face." You said casually.

"How do you know that?" Natasha asked confused.

"I told you we talked..." you said confused as to her confusion.

"But that's like deep, that's things you only share with someone you're really close with like he's the type of guy who doesn't open up, I mean he's known for being mysterious and closed off." Nat pointed out.

"I guess he was just feeling talkative that day." You shrugged it off.

"And generous seeing that he gave you his hoodie." Nat said winking.

"Okay I need to go to class and you need to shut up." You said before the two of you said your goodbyes. Class was pretty boring as usual, you sat making notes during the lecture while Bucky taught the class however when you were walking out Bucky said "Miss L/N may I have a word." And a million thoughts went through your mind, he sounded angry, the question was why.

"Mhm." You said before saying bye to one of your friends from class and going over to Buckys desk. "What's up?" Wow that sounded cocky you thought after saying it you wished you could take that back.

"Hi I just wanted to talk to you are you in a rush?" Bucky asked.

"No I'm this was my last lecture of the day I was just gonna go home." You said.

"Right okay, well I was wondering, I know this is very last minute but Steve, Sam and I were gonna go to see that movie we were talking about,"

"Right the one that's about that soldier from world war two." You replied.

"Yeah that one, well Sam quit on us last minute and now we have a spare ticket wanna come with us?" Bucky asked shocking you.

"Is that allowed?" You asked.

"See I wasn't sure so I checked with Steve and he says we could've been friends since before you were my student so technically yeah there's no rules against it, so yeah." Bucky replied positively.

"Oh right well then I'd love to go the trailer was so good for it!" You said.

"I know!" Bucky said sharing the same excitement. "Okay so the movie is at 8 at the downtown theater in Brooklyn if you want I can pick you up." Bucky offered.

"It's okay that's like litterealy two blocks from where I live." You said.

"Wait, same, how far did you have to take a taxi on Saturday?" Bucky asked intrigued.

"Yeah I ended up walking home because I realised I live a block away." You said and Bucky laughed.

"Wow, so technically drunk you nearly found her way home."

"Nearly." You said laughing. "Anyway I should get going I've got a lot of work to do at home plus you probably have classes to teach soon." You said.

"Yeah, see you at 8 then." He said with a warm smile.

"See ya." You said walking out the room. It only hit you when you got home, what are you getting yourself into. It's good that Steve will be there because other wise it would look so much worse than it actually was.

Later that day when you were getting ready to leave, meaning actually putting makeup on, throwing on your face hoodie and jeans Natasha began to bug you. "So what are your plans? I see you're wearing makeup that means you're actually leaving the house." She pointed out teasingly as you did your makeup.

"Shut. Up." You said trying to do your eyeliner.

"So who you meeting? I wasn't aware you had friends." She said as a joke.

"I have friends." You said defensively.

"Mhm like your teacher." She pointed out.

"Would you please stop." You said as you went to grab your wallet from your room.

"Okay okay so who you meeting?" Nat asked.

"To meet some friends for fucks same Nat I've said it a million times."

"Yeah but you keep avoiding saying who, wait it's Barnes isn't it?" You didn't answer her. "It is. Is my child gonna bang the hot teacher I'm so proud." She said all ecstatic.

"I need to leave I'll be late and just FYI it's not just me and Barnes, Rogers is coming too." You said from the doorway and heard Natasha about "Threesome." As you closed the door. The walk to the cinema was short and when you walked in you immediately spotted Bucky in the corner leaning against a wall and talking with someone on the phone. "No Steve... Okay, okay you have litterealy five minutes so hurry... Oh Y/N is here, Steve hurry." Bucky said ending the call as you approached him. "Hi." He said with a bright smile.

"Hi." You replied returning a smile.

"So Steve lost track of time that's why he isn't here yet he said he'll hopefully get here before the movie starts." Bucky said rolling his eyes.

"Your friends are extremely unreliable." You said as a joke.

"Tell me about it." Bucky replied jokingly. "Anyway I was just about to get in the line for popcorn and stuff join me?" Bucky asked and you nodded.

"So what made Steve loose track of time?" You asked.

"Stark." Bucky said with a huff.

"You sound like you don't like him." You pointed out.

"No it's not that, he doesn't like me." Bucky said with a hint of sadness.

"How come?" You asked curiously.

"I um, I was forced to do some stuff back in, um, war and uh he hates me for something I did and I get it I hate me for it but I've tried to apologise I've tried to tell him I was under the control of some really bad guys and they made me do it but he wouldn't listen, but it's okay he has every right-" Bucky explained you could see him slowly trying to close off from you and his self doubt growing.

"Bucky whatever happened it's in the past. Look don't think about it I'm sorry I asked. Just don't focus on it." You said placing a hand on his arm and he gave you a short smile.

"Next!" A guy called out and you and Bucky went over to order you offered to pay for your own popcorn and drink but Bucky insisted on paying so you have up and let him. When you sat down in your seats Steve texted Bucky that he has to go back to work to pick up some stuff and that he wasn't going to be able to make the movie. You and Bucky sat through the adverts talking and being the most annoying people in the cinema, you'd sit there saying "We have to see that, oh that looks shit." Or commenting on adverts like "what are they even trying to advertise like how does this make me want to buy that car?" Or "I want to but that car look how pretty it is." When the movie started you stopped being annoying and actually started watching the movie. The movie was great it portrayed war realistically but you were scared how this will affect Bucky seeing that he had to experience things like the events on screen, at one moment when they began talking about some Nazi's group called Hydra you litterealy saw Bucky tense. Not too long after he leaned over and whispered in your ear "I'll be back soon." Before standing up and walking out the screening. Bucky walked straight outside the movie theatre and began to have a panic attack of sorts, he called Steve straight away and luckily Steve answered. "Stevie I can't." Was the first thing Bucky said when Steve answered. "Bucky? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" His panicked best friend said.

"I can't breathe." Bucky said.

"What happened? Where are you?" Steve was panicking too now you could hear it in his voice.

"The film, it's so real I felt like I was watching things that happened to us, and then there was Hydra and it was all about how they tried to make the first soldier and that's when I just fuck I want to jump off a bridge, the people I hurt, what the fuck am I doing? Pretending I can live a normal life I'm a monster, a murderer." Bucky went on a rant.

"Bucky, Bucky, remember what the therapist said it's unhealthy to blame yourself it wasn't you it was Hydra it was the winter soldier." Steve tried to relax Bucky and relieve him of the pain.

"I am the winter soldier! I have the metal arm! I've got the damaged head! I have the body count!" Bucky shouted now pacing infront of the theatre.

"Okay Buck there's no point talking about this over the phone, walk home I'll meet you there I'm getting in the car now." Steve instructed Bucky.

"Steve you don't have to." Bucky said feeling guilty.

"Pal I'm with you till the end of the line, you know that, hell you said that." Steve pointed out. "Now just head straight home okay if anything happens call me." Steve instructed Bucky.

"Okay." Bucky said, at that moment he noticed you approaching him. You could see his whole demeanour changed he looked more rugged and broken then before you entered the movie and it was as if his eyes got more dark and held more pain than before. "Hey is everything okay? You've been out here a while." You asked when you got outside.

"Yes. Everything is okay. Steve just needs my help, I can't really talk about it. I'm sorry." Bucky replied sounding a lot more monotone and robotic than usual.

"Okay I was scared that the movie upset you because you know the subject." You said honestly.

"No. It didn't." Bucky stated harshly.

"Okay so I'm guessing you're going to meet Steve now huh?" You said .

"Yes." Bucky replied.

"All right, I'm gonna go home, wish Steve the best okay I hope that whatever he's going through it'll be okay." You said with a warm smile.

"Okay." Bucky said avoiding eye contact with you as if he just wanted to leave.

"Okay then. Thanks for inviting me, um, bye I guess." You said awkwardly.

"Bye." Bucky said turning around and walking the other way, you began walking towards your house thinking about how weird that interaction was when you heard footsteps behind you, you turned around and saw Bucky. "Wait, let me walk you home it's dark, I'm sorry." Bucky said in a voice that was more normal to his usual voice but he was still tense like he was experiencing major anxiety.

"No Bucky you don't have to Steve needs you." You said honestly.

"It's fine I'll walk you home it's the right thing to do this is New York, it's dark, it's not safe." Bucky stated.

"Okay thank you." You said and the two of you walked slowly not saying a word it wasn't a content silence you wanted to ask a million questions all to do with how Bucky was acting but you remained mostly silent. "I need to quickly go into this shop." You said as you and Bucky passed a 7/11.

"Great so now I'm running errands." Bucky said quietly and you took offence.

"Go. I'm not asking for you to walk with me Bucky I'm fine. Thank you for walking with me but currently I think you're the most likely person on the street to stab me." You said without thinking. You meant that he was angry with you not that he was a murderer bit he didn't know that. His face dropped as did yours, he turned around and began walking the other way. "Bucky, I meant you're angry with me I'm sorry I chose my words poorly." You said following after him.

"I don't care."

"Wait what's your favourite sweets?" You asked and Bucky stopped dead center and turned around confused.

"What?" Bucky asked.

"Just answer the question." You said.

"M&Ms" Bucky replied.

"Wait here." You said before running into the shop and hoping Bucky doesn't leave. You returned handing Bucky a bag. "Here take this it's for you and Steve. The KitKat's are for him." You said.

"How do you know he likes KitKats?" Bucky questioned.

"He once told me that whenever he was sad his mum would but him KitKats that they are a symbol of happiness for him and that whenever he eats one he just somehow feels one hundred percent better." You simply said shrugging your shoulders. Bucky didn't reply he just stared at you in amazement you did something like this for someone out of pure generosity, you remembered stories people told you so you could make them feel better you were perfect yet somehow moments earlier he shouted at you even though everything you did was kind hearted. "Anyway I'm sorry for upsetting you so I bought you M&Ms I hope there's no hard feelings." You continued.

"Thank you." Bucky said quietly feeling guilty for how he treated you it was selfish this whole lie about him going to help Steve was selfish just because he was afraid of telling you the truth. He stood there and watched you walk away before walking home. When he got there Steve was al rey waiting for him, they talked and talked. Mostly about Y/N. "Steve I'm scared I'm so attached, nothing good can come of this, not only the fact that I end up hurting everyone I'm also her teacher!" Bucky exclaimed his frustration.

"What do you mean you're attached?" Steve questioned.

"It's like I can't stop thinking about her, on the short time we've been close I've told her more then most people I know combined, she knows more about me then some of my so called friends, hell she knows some stuff I was afraid to tell Dot, I'm not afraid with Y/N." Bucky explained.

"You told her about the winter soldier?" Steve questioned in shock.

"No. I don't talk about him. But I told her about the situation with Stark avoiding what I did as the soldier just saying I did something really bad." Bucky replied.

"Buck do you maybe think there's a reason for why you feel so comfortable with Y/N and why when your friendship is getting more serious you're trying to push her away?" Steve asked the leading question.

"Because we're good friend that's it Steve."

"I feel like you and me both know it's becoming more than that and that scares you because she's your student, because you don't like to let people in anymore like you used to, because of what happened with Dot..." Steve tried to reason with Bucky.

"No I can't I barely know her, plus she's my student we're just friends that's it."

"I said the same thing about Peggy." Steve pointed out and the realisation dawned on Bucky he was catching feelings for you and it was too late to stop them now.

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