#i think i need a new phone case... this one is falling apart already it's only been a few months. i don't think it's very well-made

[walterdecourceys]

anyway goodnight i'm fucking eepy

[itadorey]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒— bakugo katsuki

pairing: pro hero bakugo katsuki x gn reader summary: when aizawa calls and asks for a personal favor, bakugo is ready to expect the worst. genre: strangers to lovers, fluff word count: ~7k warnings: mentions of stalking, nothing happens, you take care of it notes: sorry if he's ooc, take this more as a character study. just a little test to see how i feel when writing for bakugo. description of quirk left super vague, literally just a mention of it being helpful. not proofread sorry ummm rushed too

When Bakugo Katsuki gets a call from Aizawa, he doesn't know what to expect.

There's a brief moment of silence when the call connects, and Bakugo feels himself tense slightly when Aizawa does not speak immediately. He's the first to give in, gruffly greeting his former teacher and being met with nothing but a sigh in return.

"Bakugo," Aizawa starts, his tone dull and tired. "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but i need you to do me a personal favor."

Another moment of silence ensues as Bakugo processes his request. He knows he can say no, but there's something about the fact that Aizawa— the man who has been through everything with him and his former classmates, fought with them and for them, and stood up for him when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains—personally calling and asking him that makes him hesitate before answering.

"Fine," he finally says, already thinking about how he's gonna tell Shitty Hair— Kirishima! he hears Mina correcting him in his head— that he might be out of commission for a few days. "What do you need me to do."

"Just show up when I tell you to," Aizawa says in response. "Maintain a high level of secrecy. Don't tell anyone where you're going. I'll send you the address. See you soon."

Aizawa hangs up before Bakugo can respond, and he mutters a series of curse words under his breath before tossing his phone into his duffel bag and leaving for his agency.

Three days later, Aizawa sends him an encrypted text.

Aizawa's text leads Bakugo to a fancy looking apartment complex close to Izuku's agency. When he knocks on the door of the apartment number provided, he's met with none other than Izuku himself.

"What are you doing here, you fucking nerd?" Bakugo asks, his words harsh and biting as he pushes past him and into the apartment.

"I invited him," Aizawa replies tiredly, trying to stop the fighting before it can begin. "This apartment and the other safe house are in the area that falls under his patrol route, so I thought it'd be a good idea to keep him in the loop."

"You're already pulling one of Japan's finest heroes off the streets for this stupid case, is it really necessary to get another involved?"

Bakugo turns when he hears someone new speak, his eyes narrowing when they land on you and an angry looking woman tapping away on her phone.

He knows who you are, used to seeing your pretty face plastered on advertisements and magazines throughout the country. You're a well known singer who dabbles in acting, someone he's tired of hearing about from the group of idiots he calls his friends. An irritated huff escapes his lips and he finds himself thinking about all the times he protected celebrities when he was still a new hero on the scene, and how they turned out to be nothing more than spoiled brats.

"You and Anya both know this case isn't stupid," Aizawa says patiently, shooting you an unreadable look. Bakugo waits to see how you react, studying you as you exchange a look with the other woman— Anya— and pull the blanket on your lap closer to you. Aizawa ignores the two of you, instead choosing to take the time to remind you, and reveal to the other heroes, what exactly he has called them there for. "There is a stalker out there following your each and every move. Do you understand that? And they've already proven that they will stop at nothing to get to you."

"I know," you say softly, your eyes never leaving Aizawa's. "But I can take care of myself. C'mon, you trained me yourself."

There's a moment of silence, and Bakugo thinks that Aizawa might give in. He's wrong.

"No. Hizashi and I have already decided that Bakugo will be keeping an eye on you for the forseeable future and he has agreed to do it. And Midoriya has agreed to keep an eye out during his patrols as well."

Bakugo waits for it. He braces himself and waits for the pettiness and childishness that he's seen displayed by other big names when they don't get what they want. He waits for the yelling, the waterworks, maybe even the sight of you throwing something at Aizawa. But it never comes.

Instead, you nod and stand before turning to face him, letting him catch a glimpse of the frown on your lips and defeat in your eyes before you bow deeply.

"I apologize for the inconvenience."

"O-oh! No, please don't bow," Izuku immediately says, waving his hands in an attempt to grab your attention. "That's not nec—"

"Don't gimme that shit," Bakugo interrupts, crossing his arms. His comment earns him a strangled noise from Izuku, but his gaze doesn't leave you. "Stand the fuck up and tell me whatever else I need to know."

He thinks he sees you biting back an amused smile at his words, but you quickly school your features before you let yourself fall back onto the couch. Aizawa lets himself settle into the seat next to you, a smile ghosting his lips when you reach for a mug of coffee on the table and hand it to him.

"It started a year ago," Aizawa begins. Anya walks around the couch, picking up a thick folder from the table and handing it to Bakugo. He starts looking through it, eyes scanning every individual item before passing it to Izuku. There's letters of varying lengths and pictures of you from all angles, accompanied by the occasional police evidence photo of what he assumes to be gifts you've received.

"I would receive sporadic letters, at first," you add, your voice tired and quiet. "We thought it was regular fanmail, y'know? But then things started getting weird. They would mention specific things that I'd do on my days off, or ask what I was making with the groceries I had delivered to my door on a certain day. They never signed them but the police confirmed that the handwriting matched, so we know it's one person."

"We assume it's one person," Anya corrects, earning a tired sigh from Aizawa. "We don't really know anything about them."

Her words cause you to furrow your brow, and you sigh softly before looking back up at the Pros. Bakugo's eyebrow raises when he comes across a hospital record for a Yamamoto Anya, and he angles it slightly to show Izuku.

"You were in the hospital?" Izuku asks softly, green eyes scanning the report before turning to face the two of you. Anya nods firmly but remains silent, crossing her arms before perching on the arm rest of the couch next to you.

"Anya's my manager, and my best friend," you explain, clasping your hands together. "As I said earlier, at first the incidents were sporadic. Then we went to the police to ask them to investigate. We don't know how, but the stalker found out and things started getting weirder. There were anonymous gifts being received to the apartment I have under a different name and I was receiving texts from an untraceable number. We still don't know who the target was, but the night of the Tokyo Music Awards, there was an attack."

"Wasn't that last week?" Izuku asks, looking through the file to find the corresponding police report. "It was all over the news. They said that some small time villain had attacked but that there had been enough Pros working security for the event and that it had been taken care of without issue."

"That's what we told them to say," Aizawa reveals. "In reality, it was targeted. We don't know if they intended to kidnap or to injure but things got out of hand and Anya was caught in the crossfire."

"The goal was probably to injure so I'd be easier to kidnap," you say, snorting in amusement when Aizawa sighs at your words.

"Who apprehended the villain?" Bakugo asks, unable to find the name on the police report.

"No one did, but I went after them," you admit. "I almost had them but they slipped into the crowd and got away. I returned to check on Anya and then Aizawa arrived and whisked me away. I've been here since."

"You were stupid enough to go after your stalker?" Bakugo growls, eyes shooting up to glare at you. You open your mouth to respond, only to get cut off by him "You trying to get fucking killed or something?"

A huff escapes his lips when he feels Izuku elbow him harshly, and the two of them turn to face you when you breathe out a laugh.

"Or something," you mutter, earning a swat to the back of the head from Anya. You grab her hand and toss it into her lap, only to turn and be met with a disappointed look from Aizawa. You wilt under his gaze, sighing in defeat and motioning for him to continue.

"The plan is to send you two to a safehouse, still within the city, while Midoriya and I investigate," Aizawa explains, pulling out a scrap of paper and handing it to Bakugo. "That's the address. Unfortunately, you can't just disappear off the face of the earth until we catch the stalker. There's still public appearances and interviews that need to be done, but you need to be hidden during these outings, Bakugo. We fear that if the stalker catches wind of the fact that we involved Pros, that might drive them to do something even more drastic."

Bakugo grunts in acknowledgement, unfurling the scrap of paper and studying the address written on it before glancing at Aizawa. "Can I show this to the nerd?"

He nods in response, and Izuku takes a moment to also memorize the address before nodding. The paper is gone within a second, a tiny, controlled explosion reducing it to ashes. Your eyebrows raise with interest at the display, and Bakugo meets your gaze with a scowl. It deepens when you don't immediately cower from his stare.

"The two of you should get going," Aizawa notes, glancing at his watch before standing and tossing a set of keys to Bakugo. You stand as well, taking a moment to stretch before plucking your cell phone from the couch cushion. You turn to Anya, giving her a smug look that makes her groan.

"You should just go ahead and cancel the rest of my appointments for the week. It would be unwise for me to go out in public before coming up with a surefire way to stay safe when out and about," your words are said a little too happily, and you nearly glow with joy when Aizawa contemplates your words before ultimately nodding in agreement. Anya gives you a scathing look, her hand tightening around her phone as you grin. "Let me know who agrees to reschedule! I hope no one's too upset."

The snicker that leaves your lips draws an unwilling smile from almost everyone in the room, and you swoop in to steal a hug from Aizawa before coming to a stop in front of the Pros. There's a bright smile on your lips that makes Izuku blush, and Bakugo scoffs audibly when you give him another bow.

"It's an honor to meet you, Deku. Thank you for doing this."

"Please! Call me Midoriya," he sputters out, cheeks still tinged pink as you turn and face Bakugo. There's a twinkle in your eye when you meet his gaze, and he feels a spark of irritation when he realizes that you don't seem to be intimidated by him.

"Well Mr. Dynamight, shall we get going?"

Bakugo's annoyance only grows when you manage to keep up with his quick strides.

No words are exchanged as you traverse the street, and Bakugo makes sure to keep an eye out as he opens the door and ushers you into the passenger seat, his hand pushing your head down roughly to keep you from smacking it on the roof of the vehicle. You slide into the car smoothly, buckling your seat belt and glancing around as you wait for Bakugo to get in. Silence engulfs the two of you once he does, and Bakugo finds himself reaching for his phone to play some music and fill the stillness. He feels a blush crawling up his neck when one of your songs plays, the new one that Kaminari insisted on listening to the other night when he drove him home after drinks.

A smirk tugs at your lips but you don't say anything about it, thankfully, and he finds a song he likes and plays it before taking off down the road. You're quietly humming along to the song he's chosen as you look out the window, and it isn't until you're halfway to your newly assigned safe house that you speak.

"I'm not, you know?"

That's the only thing you say and Bakugo makes a confused noise before he can stop himself, his hands tightening around the steering wheel in annoyance when you let out an amused laugh.

"I'm not trying to get killed," you clarify, earning a derisive snort from Bakugo in return. "I have a hero license, I was just doing what I've always been taught to do. Apprehend the villain."

Your admission catches Bakugo off guard, and he can't help but throw you a surprised look when he finally comes to a red light.

"You're a hero?" he asks, his curiosity winning him over.

"Mhm," you reply absentmindedly, still looking out the window. "Technically. I attended U.A., believe it or not, but I wasn't in the hero course. Aizawa and some other teachers trained me and he managed to pull some strings in order to have me take the licensing exam in my third year. He said it was better to have it just in case. Between us, I think he got even more overprotective after Nemuri, Midnight, passed."

Bakugo remembers attending the funeral after All for One had been defeated. It had been a deceptively happy day, sun bright and shining as the students, staff, and other heroes gathered to pay their respects to the fallen. He remembers a student standing next to Aizawa, their hand in his as he held onto what was left in the battle: her mask.

"She was my legal guardian, but she made sure to leave me under the care of someone she trusted just in case something ever happened."

And it did, goes unsaid.

Bakugo's left with more questions than before, but he refuses to give into his curiosity and actually ask. It isn't long until the two of you arrive at yet another upscale building, and hum quietly to grab his attention once more.

"Can I have your hoodie?"

"What the fuck? No!" is his immediate reply. There's an unpleasant look on his face, lips twisted up in what seems to be a cross between disgust and offense. "Why the fuck would you even ask?"

You give him an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow before holding your hand out. "Listen, call me paranoid if you want, but I think it'd be a good idea for me to hide my face as we enter the top secret safehouse."

Bakugo grumbles and curses as he slips off his sweater, pissed off at the fact that you were right. His anger only intensifies when he realizes that he didn't think about that first. You waste no time in slipping the sweater over your head, pulling the hood as far forward as it can go and slipping on a pair of sunglasses. It's only then that you slip out of the car, waiting for Bakugo to get out before heading towards the entrance.

The two of you head into the elevator, and when you reach out to press the correct button, you manage to catch a whiff of a sweet, smoky smell. You turn your head to the side as the doors close, lifting the collar to your nose to see if it came from the sweater or somewhere else.

"Are you sniffin' my fucking sweater?" Bakugo asks roughly, pulling your arm back down to your side. You let out an offended noise before wrenching out of his grasp, leaning against the wall and shooting him a withering look.

"I smelled something sweet and I was curious!" you defend yourself, tilting your head back slightly to look down at him. Bakugo feels his blood boil. "I can't believe someone like you smells so good."

"What's that supposed to mean!" he nearly yells, taking a step towards you. You don't deign to give him a response, instead slinking out from beside him when the elevator finally comes to a stop. There's no hesitation in your steps as you walk past various doors, finally coming to a stop at the end of the hallway and wiggling a key into the lock.

Bakugo trails in after you, locking the door and growling when he's met with a sweater to the face. There's an innocent smile on your face as you slip off your sunglasses, placing them down onto the coffee table before traipsing down the hallway. Bakugo starts his usual sweep around the space, making sure to send a text to Aizawa to let him know the two of you have arrived safely.

"Your bedroom is at the end of the hall," your voice calls out, earning a grunt in response. "Mine is to your left and the bathoom is across from my room. They already came and dropped our stuff off!"

Bakugo's eyes narrow when you walk back into the living room, a mass of fluff held in your arms. "What the hell is that?"

"This is Pickles!" you proclaim proudly, holding your arms out. There's a fluffy cat in your hands, and she lazily eyes Bakugo as she hangs in the air. Your smile falls when Pickles twists, jumping out from your hold and beelining towards Bakugo. "Pickles, no! I'm sorry, she's wary around strangers so I'd recommend backing away if you don't want your pants scratched."

Your words fade out towards the end of your statement, your jaw falling slack as you observe the way Pickles approaches Bakugo and proceeds to rub against him. She snakes in between his legs, meowing softly and pawing at his shoe as she waits for him to pay attention to her.

"You little attention whore," you whisper, your face twisting up in disbelief when Bakugo kneels down to pet her. He shoots you a smug smirk when she starts purring, and you feel your eye twitch when she lays down, exposing her belly. "She took forever to warm up to me. How did you do that?"

"I'm just the best," Bakugo replies cockily. "Even she knows that."

"Whatever, I'm going to take a nap. I can cook dinner later if you'd like," you say softly, reaching up to rub at your eyes.

"I can cook my own damn food," Bakugo snaps, his attention shifting to you. You breathe out a laugh.

"In that case, I think I'll turn in for the night. I'll leave my door slightly open for Pickles."

"Don't be a dumbass, you have to eat."

"I'll just get up early and cook breakfast," you shout, already disappearing from sight as you make your way to your room. "Good night Mr. Dynamight!"

"It's Bakugo," he grumbles under his breath as you duck into your room. A laugh is all he gets in response, and your room goes dark as you finally settle into bed. His attention is caught by small meow, and he sighs before picking Pickles up and petting her. She curls up against his chest, swatting at his hand and making a pleased noise when she manages to grasp it between two of her paws. He looks down at the cat, raising a brow when she decides to start gnawing on his finger.

"Just you and me hairball."

The two of you fall into an admittedly easy routine throughout the rest of the week.

Bakugo's surprised by how easy this assignment has been. He's used to stubborn celebrities demanding to be let out, complaining and whining and overall just annoying him until he snaps and curses them out. However, you're a quiet housemate, waking up early to cook breakfast for the two of you before retreating to your room for the rest of the day or lounging on the couch with Pickles. Bakugo takes it upon himself to cook dinner for the two of you, and whoever is in charge of lunch is always decided with a coin toss. He loses more often than you do.

Pickles becomes a frequent presence as well, and sometimes he wakes up to see the cat curled up peacefully on the pillow next to him. How she gets into his room, he doesn't know. When he emerges from his room in the morning with her gathered in his arms, you apologize profusely, your stare lingering on the way his lips curl up into a tiny smile when you take her from him.

You inform Bakugo early on in the week that Anya has listened to you, canceling all of your prior engagements and sending you an updated schedule for the next week. He squints when you hold your hand out, cell phone in hand as you prompt him to take it.

"Mr. Dynamight, give me your number."

"It's Bakugo," he grumbles, pushing your hand away from him. "And why the hell would I do that?"

"So I can send you the schedule," you huff, extending your arm once again. He obliges reluctantly, purposefully taking his time in an attempt to annoy you. You don't react to his provocation, instead smiling sweetly at him when he hands your phone back and sending him the file.

When you begin to send him memes, he refuses to acknowledge you for the day.

The two of you spend days successfully planning how to keep you safe during your public appearances, your combined experience making the task easier than you thought it'd be. Your first week back out in public goes well, and even though you know better than to let your guard down, the knowledge that Pro Hero Dynamight is watching you from a distance helps to soothe your nerves. Your routine remains the same for the following week, during which there is an incident, but it turns out to be an overexcited fan. You then beg and beg Anya to book less appearances until she gets fed up with your fake crying.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you hate your job," Bakugo mutters one evening while making dinner. "You keep brushing off all your stupid engagements and you won't have a fucking career to go back to."

"Good thing you know better," you say playfully, your eyes glinting with mischief as you approach him. Your arm brushes against his back as you peek around him, your hand darting out to grab a slice of the strawberries he's cutting up to eat with lunch. He's too slow to stop you, not that he really tries to.

He finds that his original irritation towards the assignment has faded, and even though he misses being out on patrol and taking down bad guys, he thinks that this mission isn't the worst. Or maybe it's because of you. It takes Bakugo weeks to admit to himself that you're not as bad as he thought you'd be. In fact, you're not anything like what he expected you to be, all sly smiles and snarky words and casual touches that he's too embarrassed to reciprocate. But he doesn't like you, no, he doesn't.

You like to think he's getting used to your presence, but his occasional aloofness makes you think otherwise. There's a part of you, the side that's trying to ignore the reason that resulted in being assigned to a safe house in the first place, that enjoys your time spent with Bakugo. You like the way he's so easy to rile up, the way he carefully plates food for both of you, and the way he smiles when Pickles demands his attention. You think that maybe, just maybe, you might like him, even if everything else about his attitude makes you think he doesn't even tolerate you.

But you're too preoccupied with your ongoing case to really sit with your thoughts and try to sort out your feelings.

Updates from Aizawa and Midoriya are few and far between, and although you and Bakugo have fallen into a comfortable routine, you can tell that he's getting fed up with the situation. His restlessness is obvious, especially with the news talking nonstop about his sudden disappearance and speculating on the reasons why Dynamight might've stopped doing his duty as a hero.

"How long do you think this will continue?" you ask one night, sneaking a peek at him and waiting for his snarky reply.

"I dunno," he responds, sounding defeated. He sighs heavily and turns the television off.

He watches as you purse your lips and reach for his hand, pausing when he instinctively pulls away. There's a brief pause before you take a deep breath and let your hand fall on the sofa. He glances at you, eyes scanning your face as you keep staring at the blank screen, and lets his head fall back and eyes fall shut as he mentally berates himself for his actions. You head off to bed soon after, and Bakugo remains there for the rest of the night.

The next morning is quieter than usual, and the two of you are eating breakfast when there's a knock on the door. You waste no time in prancing to the entrance, reaching for the doorknob before a large hand grabs your wrist.

"Don't open the fucking door," he hisses, pulling your hand down. You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head in an innocent manner.

"Why not? It's only Midoriya."

"What?"

You reach over and open the door with your other hand, only to be met with a sunny smile from none other than Pro Hero Deku.

"Kacchan!" he exclaims, brightening up even more at the sight of his childhood friend. "I'm here to swap."

"What?" Bakugo bites out again. Midoriya's smile falters.

"Uh, swap. Places, I mean," he explains, smiling when he looks back at you. "I thought you said he asked?"

"Asked what?" Bakugo growls, his hand tighetning slightly around your arm.

"Yeah! He did," you respond just as cheerily. Bakugo goes ignored.

"Hey! Listen to me when I fucking talk to ya!"

"Come on in, we were just eating breakfast. Would you like any?" you ask. Midoriya shakes his head and you promptly wiggle your arm out of Bakugo's grasp and usher them into the living room.

"What is the shitty nerd doing here?" Bakugo yells, fed up with the situation.

"He's here to take your spot! Remember, Mr. Dynamight ?"

"I already told you, it's Bakugo," he snarls, eyes narrowing as they fall onto you. Your smile is unfaltering and equally as sunny as Izuku's was when he first arrived. He spares a glace at the other Pro Hero in the room, taking note of the way he nervously wrings his hands as he studies the two of you. He doesn't excuse himself before taking ahold of your arm once again, dragging you down the hallway and into his room before slamming the door.

You take a moment to glance around his room, your eyes narrowing when you spot Pickles curled up on his bed, before finally meeting his eyes. There's a fire in his eyes that you've only seen before when he's mid-battle, reserved for situations where his anger is at an all time high. You meet his gaze evenly, and he seems to calm down slightly when make a questioning noise.

"What the fuck was all that about?" he asks harshly, his voice low in order to not be overheard. The walls are thin, he knows this.

"I thought you'd like to return to your hero duties," you say coolly. "Y'know, patrolling and beating up baddies."

"Listen, when I agree to a job I don't plan on doing it half-assed," he retorts. He wonders if your sudden encouragement for him to leave has to do with his actions night before… and the rest of the week. He knows it does. "You're stuck with me, sweetheart, whether you like it or not. So get out there and tell Deku that you changed your mind and that I'll be seeing this task until the very end."

You don't move for a few seconds, and Bakugo's eyebrows furrow in confusion until he realizes the way you bashfully averted your gaze at the nickname. The corner of his lip tugs up into a smirk, but he doesn't get the chance to comment on it before you start speaking.

"Your reputation and ranking are tanking because of this and it's not very fair to you. Besides, nothing has happened in weeks. No letters, no gifts, no suspicious activity. I'm sure it'd be fine to switch spots with Midoriya for a couple of days. And I thought you were getting a little tired of staying in here all day. Maybe getting out and seeing your friends would do you some good."

Bakugo takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. "I already told you, I'm not leaving you until this assignment is done. Go out there, and tell Deku you changed your fucking mind."

"Yeah, about that," you say, your tone of voice causing Bakugo's eyes to fly open. There's impish smile on your face, and Bakugo feels a sense of foreboding as you speak your next words. "I might've told him that you requested the swap. So really, it's you that has to go out there and tell him you changed your mind."

You laugh and head back to the living room before Bakugo can yell at you, smiling softly at Midoriya before heading to the kitchen to clean up the abandoned plates.

Bakugo groans and begrudgingly heads to the living room, dragging Izuku by his collar and leading him to the front door.

He shuts the door in his face and provides no explanation.

Things are different after that.

Bakugo makes a bigger effort to interact with you, spending move evenings by your side instead of keeping his distance. Slowly but surely you begin to notice, and you can't help but wonder if this has anything to do with your discussion in his room the previous week.

You try not to show that you're flustered when the two of you begin to cook together instead of taking turns, and you have to admit that sharing the kitchen with Bakugo is intimate in a way you never knew cooking with somebody else could be. His movements are always fluid, never hesitant, and you find that you fall into a groove when you work alongside him.

The space is full of teasing and grumbling as well, and you find that fleeting touches between the two of you start to become more common. There's the occassional hip check when he tries to steal a piece of whatever you're chopping, and the occasional hand skimming your lower back when he tries to get past you in order to reach something. You tend to go rigid under his touch, and Bakugo finds that he starts doing it a little more often in order to hear the way your breath hitches when his fingertips skim over your shirt. He's thinks he likes you.

You’ve had the time to sit with your feelings, all the swirling uncertainty and aching that you feel weighing down on your heart when you see Bakugo present you with a new dish or scoop Pickles up when she won't stop pawing at his leg. Bakugo Katsuki is so perfectly imperfect, and you think that there's no one in the world who is privileged enough to get to see every single side of him that he has unintentionally and intentionally bared for you to see in your short time living together. You find that it is much easier to come to the conclusion that yes, you do like him. You think you might even love him.

You don't get the chance to wonder if he likes you as well before it all goes to hell.

It's a few days later, on a sunny Wednesday, that you finally come face to face with your stalker.

"Alright, you have one more meeting after this and then we can get you back home," Anya says, hurrying you you of the building you were in and towards the car. You mumble something under your breath, holding your sweater tightly to your body to protect yourself against the afternoon chill. Anya stops by your side when you stumble to a halt, and you quickly grab onto her when you hear something approaching quickly. "What's going on?"

You waste no time in pulling her back, something— someone, you vaguely think— crashing into the spot where you had just been standing.

"What the fuck?" Anya whispers, taking in the sight before you. There's a man standing in front of you, close to your age and surrounding by dark tendrils. His sharp, green eyes slide from Anya to you, and he breaks out into a smile before taking a step forward. Anya places herself in front of you, blocking you from his view and earning a harsh glare from the man. "Get the hell away from us."

You quickly scan your surroundings for any sign of Bakugo, and even though you know he's close by, you can't help but feel a little anxious when he doesn't immediately show up. A movement in your peripheral catches your attention, and you tighten your hold on Anya and dive out of the way before one of the dark tendrils shoots out and incapacitates her. The two of you crash into the side of the car, and you waste no time in opening the door and shoving her inside.

"Stay there!" you tell her, motioning for her to stop trying to open the door.

"No!" she argues, her shouts muffled by the window. "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just trust me," you say reassuringly. Anya hesitates before nodding, her hands falling to her side.

"Stay safe. You better not get fucking hurt!"

You nod once, taking a glance to see your stalker getting closer before you take off in a sprint in the direction you know Bakugo is. You whip your phone out, sending quick 'SOS' to Aizawa before turning a corner. You don't bother sending your location, knowing he's probably been tracking you for years.

The sound of footsteps following you only spurs you on, and you try to think of a game plan to deal with the situation in a safe manner before you feel something wrap around your wrist. You come to a sudden stop when the tendril pulls you back, and you let out a cry when you stumble and fall to the ground, your knees knocking harshly against the concrete.

"I've been looking for you for so long," the man breathes, kneeling down to take your hand in his. You resist the urge to tear it away from him, conscious of the way the tendril seems to loosen when you relax. "I finally found you, we can finally be together."

You take a moment to study him, trying to gather your thoughts before responding. Your voice is light as you speak, and you lean forwards slightly in an attempt to make it seem like you're giving in. "We can. But you're hurting me, you know? You're quite strong, I can't believe I didn't realize it soon."

He takes the bait, retracting the tendril and almost glowing at the words that leave your lips. His lips part to respond and you waste no time in head butting him hard enough to send him sprawling. You hop to your feet, stumbling briefly when your bruised knees almost give out, but you manage to keep your balance and dodge the tendril your stalker attacks with.

"You bitch!" he screams, earning an eye roll from you as he tries to grab ahold of you once more. "I don't know why you're doing this when it's clear we're meant to be together!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you say under your breath, lunging forwards to land a hit. He defends poorly, and you think that his strange obsession with you has come in handy when he refuses to strike back in fear of hurting you.

When Bakugo lands on the sidewalk in front of you mere seconds later, he's met with the sight of your stalker face down on the ground, unconscious and with hands creatively tied behind his back with your sweater as you stare at him smugly. A tired laugh leaves Bakugo's lips and he wastes no time in removing the sweater, slapping on a pair of quirk canceling handcuff onto your stalker and moving to lean him up against the building behind you.

"Took you long enough," you chirp, earning a glare from Bakugo.

"I can't believe you were stupid enough to go after your stalker," he states, his words reminiscent of the ones he said when he first met you. "Actually, scratch that. Yeah, I fucking can."

"Well it's not like you were doing anything," you retort, crossing your arms. "Where were you?"

"I had it under control," he barks, motioning to the area around you. You take note of Midoriya standing on a rooftop, a couple of detectives scattered down the street as they wait for Bakugo's all clear.

"Oh!"

"What happened here?"

You turn when you see Aizawa approaching, eyes tired but alert as they scan you for injuries. You beam at him, pointing towards the unsconscious criminal before gesturing to yourself to show that you're fine, other than your bruised knees. "See! I told you I could handle myself."

"Yes, I suppose you did," is all he says before turning to Bakugo. He's caught off guard when Aizawa bows deeply. "I'm eternally thankful, Bakugo. You did a great job, even if it turned out we didn't need your help after all."

The last statement is said mockingly, and you pout when Aizawa shoots you a pointed look. You ignore it in favor of turning to Bakugo, bowing as well.

"I already told you, don't gimme that shit," he spits out, crossing his arms when you straighten up and give him a shit-eating grin.

"I just wanted to give you my thanks," you say, a teasing lilt to your voice as you take a step forward. Aizawa grunts before walking away, shaking his head as he goes. "Although I suppose that there are other—"

"You're safe!"

Anya's screams interrupt you, and you give Bakugo an apologetic look as she pulls you away, fussing over you and bending down to clean off your knees. You smile fondly as she shoves a water bottle into your hand, stealing one last glance at Bakugo before he's whisked away by the detectives to make a statement.

A week passes and Bakugo hasn't stopped thinking about you.

He wonders how often he'd get to see you now that he's not watching over you, grimacing when he realizes that he'd probably only see you at hero galas and community fundraisers that might overlap with both of your schedules. The two of you have exchanged a few messages since the mission ended, lot of memes being sent from your end that make Bakugo laugh, not that he'd ever admit it.

He's wondering if he should build up the courage to be more direct with you, to possibly follow up on how you could thank him and then ask you out on a date when he hears a knock on his door.

"Hey!" you greet him when he opens the door, bright smile on your face as you shove a bag into his hands. "I hope you don't mind but I got your address form Aizawa. I was thinking I could cook you dinner, you know, as a thank you."

His jaw is hanging as he takes you in, and you snicker when he doesn't respond.

"Hey, what's wrong? Pickles got your tongue?" you laugh at your own joke, and Bekugo snaps his jaw shut at the words, ushering you in and shutting the door behind you.

"That was a shitty joke."

"Eh, can't expect everyone to get my sense of humor."

He shakes his head fondly as he follows you into his kitchen, and you take the bag you previously pushed into his arms and place it on the counter. You look at him expectantly raising an eyebrow teasingly as he takes a step closer.

"So this dinner,” he starts, tone casual as he drinks you in. “Is it a date?"

"Do you want it to be?" you respond. Your voice is quiet and light, and he finds himself crowding you against the counter, arms on either side of you as he cages you in. You're vaguely reminded of the time the two of you argued in his room at the safe house, the only difference being the look in his eyes. Where there was anger that day, this time you see nothing but an unfamiliar tenderness, eyes warm as he mulls his answer over.

"Yeah," he says roughly, a wicked grin spreading across his face when you look at him in mild surprise. "I do want it to be."

“I didn’t think you’d admit it,” you retort. The smile he receives in return is almost blinding, but he feels that familiar sense of foreboding when you suddenly give him a coy look and wrap your arms around his neck.

"So... does this mean I'm... Mrs. Dynamight?" you ask innocently.

"Shut the fuck up," he groans before finally leaning down to silence your giggles with a kiss.

ty for reading <3

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Second Best- Jungkook (part 6)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Jungkook woke up around 9:30 am. The first thing he did was check his phone in case he had any notifications from Y/n, but had none. He was seriously getting worried about this lack of response. Had something happened with the person Y/n left with? If that was the case he would never be able to forgive himself. He knew he should have gone after her, he's so stupid. 

He got up, took a quick shower, got dressed, grabbed his keys and left, he couldn’t keep up with this uneasy feeling. Putting his helmet on, he drove to the coffee shop Y/n worked. He knew her shifts very well, and that was the only place he could find her. When he got there, he parked his bike, took a deep breath and got in looking everywhere for her but still no Y/n in sight. 

“Hey there moto boy. What can I get you?” Sana asked. Jungkook looked kinda confused. “I was actually looking for Y/n. Is she on her break?” Sana frowned and looked at him suspiciously. 

“You’re kidding right?” Sana exclamed. “You are always together and talk to each otherall the time when you aren’t. You can’t tell me you didn’t know she took some days off” 

The world fell at Jungkook's feet upon hearing that. Y/n took a few days off and didn't even answered to his texts or deign to call? what the fuck was going on. Jungkook nodded his head, said thank you and left, picking his phone up instantly to call Y/n. “The person you called is not available. Please try again later” 

Fuck. Me

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Y/n fell in love with that place as soon as she saw it. Everywhere she looked she she felt immense peace and everything seemed so quiet and cozy, everything to make the weight on her shoulders disappear. Upon entering the chalet, they were immediately greeted by a gentleman at the entrance who directed them to the reception.

After checking in and receive the keys, they picked up their luggage and followed the gentlemanto the elevator, who was showing them the way to their "apartment”. Y/n couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. Walking in, she’s faced with a very nice living room, with wooden walls and gray furniture. It had shelves with books, among other really cute stuff decorating the place. All very neutral and very light, exactly what she needed. On the coffee table was champagne and a plate with strawberries and chocolate with a small note saying "we hope you enjoy your stay as much as we enjoy your presence. Thanks for choosing us. Have fun" 

From the living room they went to the bedroom to organize their things. When they walked in Y/n was even more astonished. From their bed they had a view of the outside. She always loved snow and being there was filling her heart with so much happiness she wished she could live there forever.

“Where did you find this place and how can you afford it for both of us?!” Y/n exclaimed. Lisa looked at her with a funny look “My dad owns it. A benefit of traveling so much and not seeing his family for so long, not everything can be bad. I used to come here for Christmast and New year. It's crazy during those days and you know me, I love crazy and those were my favourite moments here”

Y/n laughed. Only Lisa could say something like that. 

“So… You know how to ski right?” Lisa asked out of nowhere. “Oh hell no Lisa, no way, not right now, we just got here we should—” Y/n argued back but was soon interrupted by Lisa 

“There's a snow suit in the closet on the right. We have a lot to discover we won't wait until tomorrow. You rest during the night. Come on princess, time is money” Y/n huffed while getting her suit to start putting it on.  How could Lisa have so much energy was something she couldn't understand.

They both got dressed and head out of the chalet. Y/n was amazed by the view, everything was perfect. But it’s not an adventure if something doesn't go right for Y/n. Out of nowhere she lost sight of Lisa, making her panick. She had no idea where she was.

Y/n looked around trying to see her friend but couldn’t identify anyone who would look like her. She started walking around worried about straying too far from where Lisa last saw her. Y/n was so distracted that she didn't even notice anyone coming close to her, ending up colliding with that person, causing her to lose balance and fall. The other person quickly knelt down, stretching out his hand to help her until she heard “Y/n?” 

She looked up, took the stranger's hand and straightened her hair a little, trying to understand where she recognized that voice from, until the stranger took the protective mask off his eyes and saw him.

“Taehyung?”  

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Code of Conduct 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss has a difficult time keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work. 

Characters: Steve Rogers, this reader is known as Rosie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Mr. Rogers leaves without saying a word. His face is pale as his hand opens and closes in a fist at his side and he strides past your desk. You watch after him, thinking for a moment that you should follow. No, he has to sort this out on his own. You’ve already done too much. 

You go through his calendar and cancel his only other meeting. You don’t think that’s going to happen.  

It’s strange sitting there alone. Mr. Rogers comes and goes often but not know when he’ll be back puts you on edge. An hour passes then another. You spend your lunch outside in the sunshine then come back in to the stale office air. 

Your phone rings and you answer. You’re surprised when Rogers’ voice comes from the speaker. You expected it to be Dizzie for some reason. She’s been awfully quiet today. 

“She changed the locks,” he croaks. 

There’s static on the line and thrum that’s so loud it nearly drowns him out. 

“Sir?” You sit up straight. 

“Peggy. She locked me out. I don’t... I don’t know what to do. I’ve just been sitting here in my car...” his voice is a dull murmur. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers. Is that—can she do that? Can you call your lawyer? The police?” 

“Police told me to call the lawyer. Lawyer says it’s gonna take a while so... yeah.” 

“I’m so so sorry,” you touch your cheek. “I can’t even imagine... that’s horrible.” 

“Yeah, I mean, who would leave you, Rosie? No, that’d be crazy.” He sniffles, “guess I deserve this. I worked so much, all so I could give her the life she wanted but it turns out I worked just enough to drive her away.” 

“Sir,” you utter. 

“Guess I could go to a hotel. I mean, might as well spend the money before I have alimony to pay,” he laughs crisply. “Bucky’s not picking up. I thought maybe I could stay there but... just because my life is falling apart doesn’t mean he needs to pick up the pieces.” 

He sounds so broken it makes your heart rend. Something about his cadence also worries you. He doesn’t sound healthy. 

“Sir, where are you?”  

You realise then what that noise is. Water. 

“By the bridge. The water looks cold.” 

You swallow and stand up. “I’ll come to you, alright?” 

“Rosie? Why...” 

“Just, it’s okay, sir, I’ll be there. Is that Collingswood Bridge? I love the flowers there.” 

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he answers. 

“Alright, I’m on my way okay, so let’s stay on the phone.” 

“Rosie, why do you sound so upset?” 

“I’m not upset. I just think you need a friend so I’m coming. Did you want me to message Mr. Barnes as well.” 

“I told you, he’s too busy for me,” he mopes. 

“But just in case--” 

“Oh, woah!” He exclaims. 

“Sir, what--” 

“Nothing, nothing, I just... this bridge is so high up.” 

You tamp down your worry and take a breath, “sir, I canceled your meetings. Oh, did I tell you, they’re opening a new donut place downstairs too! I know your favourite is the one with the sprinkles.” 

“You remember,” he says softly.  

“Of course, sir,” you assure him. 

You keep chattering about nothing in particular as you swipe up your bag and race out of the office. You try not let him hear you panting as you rush down to catch a cab. You mute the phone to tell the driver to head to the bridge then get back on the line. 

The conversation rolls on as you don’t let Rogers stop talking. You get out with a hasty thanks and tip to the driver. You rush down the bridge without looking ahead and only after you’re halfway down do you see your boss sitting on the railing. Holy moly. 

You slow and walk up to him slowly, letting out quiet mhm’s and uh huhs and you grab onto his forearm. He flinches and you tug on him. You won’t be able to stop him from going over if he slips but you didn’t want to just call out to him and give him a warning. 

“Rose!” He looks at you and lowers his phone. “How’d you get here?” 

“Mr. Rogers, please, will you get off the railing?” You ask softly. 

He stares at you then looks out at the water. He laughs and turns to hang his legs over the inside of the bridge. “Sure, Rosie. Were you worried?” 

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay, sir,” you cling to him until he’s on his feet. He glances down at you grip and you finally let go. 

“I’m good. I’m great, now that you’re here. Did you find me a room yet?” He asks. 

You wince. You’ve been on the phone this whole time. When does he think you did that? 

“Are you okay?” You ask. 

“Of course, of course,” his eyes are red from tears, his cheeks pallid and streaked. 

“Um, I’m sorry, everything’s booked up,” you say, “how about you come to my place? You can stay on my couch. Just for tonight.” 

“Really?” His brow wrinkles, “you’d do that for me?” 

“Uh, yeah,” you answer. You don’t think leaving him alone right now would be smart. Nor could you forgive yourself if anything happened. “It’s fine. My place is just a bit small.” 

“Mm, I don’t mind,” he smiles and pushes his shoulders up in a shiver as a breeze blows across the water. “It’s cold out here.” 

“It is, sir,” you agree. “Where did you park?” 

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My tears ricochet | mafia!carlos sainz jr x reader

Prologue | part 1 | part 2 | Part 3| Part 4 |part 5| part 6 | part 7

Part 8

summary: Mr. and Mrs. Sainz lived in a dream for many years, now everything is falling apart and they need to deal with their feelings

warnings:Grammar mistakes, mentions of violence, Carlos is an idiot, mentions of cheating, sexual content, angst, mentions of Charles and reader.

“And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years, and you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed look at how my tears ricochet”

I spend two weeks in a daily and torturous routine.

When I finally get home after the suffocating days in the field for that damn wedding I look for the envelope that had previously been very well hidden.

I lock myself in my painting room, I leave a drink next door as a friend and an old vinyl playing, the first time I opened that envelope I needed to take my time, consider if that’s really what I wanted, things seemed to be going better after all...

When I’m finally sure I want it, I open it and read it, Carlos was right, he had been as fair as possible when putting together the papers. He provided me with a good amount of money that would give me a comfortable life, I would have an apartment, I could stay with the country house and a car, I would have access to his lawyer whenever I needed and a phone available 24 hours in case of any emergency.

I signed those damn papers in that first day, and honestly it was the easiest part of all this, I lacked the strength now to continue on this journey.

For two weeks I tortured myself looking at these papers, looking at my signature there, and when I wasn’t looking I kept remembering him. I remembered him even after my daily race with paco, or when I lay in bed now with Carlos back by my side, at dinner time or when Carlos presents me with a new armored car.

My routines bother me because I know they will no longer be a routine for me after I get divorced, the new car does not cheer me up because it won’t even be mine, and if I really were to ask for something it wouldn’t be a car, nor an object or jewelry.

When the 16th day arrives to face the document whose words I already know by heart I know that I really have to do something for myself, I have to be strong and continue with it, I have to start my life from scratch.

I was afraid that this time it was Carlos who would deny himself, that he would make me stay and I know I would, because I loved him despite everything. And I needed to love myself a little more, so I needed to put myself first this time and I knew I would need to make this irreversible both for me and so much for him.

That’s why I give lando time off and take the opportunity to go out alone in the late afternoon knowing that Carlos could not come back so soon because he had problems at work, I drive nervously through the streets of Madrid, in the new green Aston Martin until I found the building I was looking for.

I didn’t allow myself to drink a sip of alcohol or at least smoke a cigarette, an old teenage habit that seemed to be coming back in the last few days, I needed to do it sober and without excuses.

I look at myself in the rearview mirror and get out of the car before I start thinking too much, the delicate white miu miu dress adorning my body and the noise of the heels hitting the stairs of the building distract me, and when I finally get to the door of the one who was going after it I give me some time to breathe, I needed to do this.

Maybe I would never forgive myself with what I was going to do from the moment I knocked on that door but it was necessary, because that way Carlos wouldn’t forgive me either.

I fix my hair properly brushed and falling on my shoulder, smooth the fabric of the midi dress and grab my bag tightly as if it were my saving boat.

I don’t need more than two knocks on the door to be received, my perfume mixing with the owner of the apartment in the hallway with the simple gesture of opening a door, I smile no nervous this time.

“Y/n” Charles exclaims surprised to see me, he looks at my figure in front of him as if it were something mythological and I know I made the right choice when choosing to come right here. “Please enter, did something happen? Do you need anything?”

“Thank you” I thank him, crossing the door, entering his privacy. I try not to feel guilty about what I’m going to do to him, for taking advantage of the way I saw his eyes sneaking to me several times and how he has always been kind to me. “Actually, yes...”

He is enchanted by my smile, too lost in me and I feel like a mermaid enchanting him. He would never know but it would be thanks to him, Charles Leclerc, that I would finally get my exit card, and it would no longer be Mrs. Sainz. I let the bag fall on the table, a programmed gesture, showing the lack of a ring in the left hand, the same ring I had left at home before leaving.

I approach him, all the gestures very well thought out, very well articulated and I observe how darker the green iris of the man in front of me get.

“I need your help...” I sigh, giving time until my next sentence, I lay my hand on his chest and I feel strange. “With something very intimate actually”

It’s strange to be so close to another man who wasn’t my husband, it’s strange for me to wear this skin as if I were the most seductive woman in the world when I was shaking underneath, afraid of this crazy idea going wrong, afraid of being rejected and becoming a joke. The man in front of me still seems in a trance, and I understand why he is so astonished, it is not every day that his boss’s wife knocks on your door begging you to fuck her. Although he still didn’t know the last part.

I take advantage of his shock and continue with the initiative in hand, I lower the zipper of the dress and let it fall on the floor in a dry thum, I stay there in front of him, exposed in only burgundy color heels and the delicate white lace panties.

“Y/n” Charles whispers in shock, his eyes taking detail from every piece of my naked body in front of him, his muscular arms not knowing how to behave. “You?”

“Don’t make me beg for you, Charlie,” I whisper, and I feel like the most daring woman in the world. “Don’t make me regret giving you this chance...”

He doesn’t make me regret it, he’s quick to take an initiative, he’s quick to take action, hands exploring my body and taking his time, taking advantage of the moment and afraid that maybe I would disappear in front of him like magic. He kisses me as if he was waiting for it all his life and when he kneels in front of me he looks at me as if he were greeting a goddess, this image of him constrating with the rigidity he wore on a daily basis, the delicacy with which his callous hands touched me, the bipolar way his eyes face me - full of desire, ferocity and passion and at the same time looking like a child in the candy store.

He is careful and leaves no marks on my skin, although I believed he would like it. I don’t need to remind him that no one could ever know this while he helps me get dressed, he knows he would be a dead man if Carlos found out.

And besides the fact that I actually used him tonight, I know that none of us regretted what happened when I walked through the door of his apartment and went back to the future no longer my house.

I take advantage of the last hours in that house to say goodbye, I look at all the rooms and remember the good things I lived there, I observe all the corners and windows, all the paintings and tapestries.

The things I most esteemed in that house had already left earlier, going to a hotel in the city next door, I did not take gifts or jewelry, nor the expensive and exuberant clothes, I needed to start from scratch with just a few sentimental things, good and lived memories of an old joy that I lived in this place along with the small paco that would gain a new home with me.

I observe the papers in my hand and the wedding ring I hold, not daring to use it since the night before. In one last breath I enter Carlos’ office, he smiles when he sees me, when he sees me tidy - the mark of the last chapter that I would do it only for him.

“Is everything okay, love?” He asks, noticing my restless figure entering the room.

“Yes,” I answer firmly, everything was fine and everything was going to be right. I put the papers in front of him, the ring landing on top subtly and watch as his face frowns in doubt.

“What....” He looks at me in doubt, doesn’t understand what I’m doing, and I wonder if when he proposed the same thing to me some time ago how I reacted. “You didn’t want a divorce, I thought we were fine? What’s going on, y/n?”

“You were right, Carlos.... We haven’t been well for a long time, we’re just pretending that nothing happened,” I answer him.

“I love you” he speaks, voice rising a tone in despair.

“I love you too, Carlos” I sigh, not imagining that this conversation would be so difficult, after all he proposed this to me for the beginning of the conversation. “But we can’t go on like this anymore, we don’t respect each other anymore... it doesn’t work anymore”

“I thought you wanted to forget everything, we could try again from scratch, we can try couple therapy or whatever you want, y/n”

“We can’t, Carlos. And I don’t think even you could...” I murmur.

“What do you mean?”

“I betray you, Carlos” those words look like knives entering him, the pain in his eyes, the posture falling more and more, he looks at me hoping it was just another joke. “As I said before, we don’t respect each other anymore...”

I take advantage of his silence to keep talking, I didn’t want to leave like that, just letting him know that I had disrespected our marriage the same way he did, I wanted to end everything in good memories even though we were already too far from it.

“I want you to know that I don’t regret anything I lived with you, and if I had the opportunity I would do it all over again.” I sigh, his eyes stare at me foggy “I just regret letting things go so far between us, you were right when you said we needed to have finished with everything before, it would have spared us a lot of bad things. I would save myself to remember you with so many bad memories, but I know we had a lot of good memories during our wedding to remember.”

“Y/n... please” he begs, I see a tear come out in the corner of his eyes and I don’t know what he’s begging for, I wipe away the little tears that also run down my face.

“Think of it as a good story, carlos... with some cuts at the end” I try to laugh “ we were a good couple while it lasted, carlos. And I’m honored to know that I had the chance to be yours Mrs. Sainz.”

I approach his body sitting, let myself evaluate his features one last time, observe his brown eyes, his dark hair falling in waves down his face, the way his brown skin is hot even in the slight distance.

“I’ll be waiting for the lawyer to call,” I tell him, the last farewell before turning around and leaving.

I don’t take my time to leave, I had already said goodbye to this house, I didn’t need memories of it the moment I was leaving. I meet lando at the exit, paco in his arms and waiting for myself leaning in the car I was taking with me.

“It was good to meet you, lando” I smile and hug the boy in front of me.

“It was good to be your friend, y/n.” He returns the hug and then looks at me “don’t become a stranger, we can still be friends”

“I’ll keep in touch, I promise” I smile at him “you have a huge future at hand, lando. Believe in me”

I smile, I don’t let myself look at the house behind me, I get in the car and see the companion of my new life through the rearview mirror sitting on his dog support. That was it, I managed to finish this chapter of my life, it wouldn’t be easy but I took the bravest step of my life, and I was free.

I watch the images repeat themselves on television in front of me, the words of the reporter have long in silence in my head, only the scenes repeating themselves in infinite looping.

It had been a month since I had left home and had not received any news about the divorce or Carlos.

Until that moment.

The TV shows images of him, handcuffed hands, face down and the police taking him. The scene leaves me in shock, I don’t know how long I stay in front of the TV watching and understanding what happened, but when I finally come back to me I pick up the phone and call Lando.

The connection is short and full of codes, all afflicted with any threat of also being caught by the police, which forces me to make the 2-hour trip by car to Madrid again. The path is disturbing and I don’t know what to expect, the police had already hit our old house several times, Carlos had already been arrested, staying a day or two until they couldn’t prove anything against him, I myself had already been stuck at the police station for one night while the police waited for me to let anything escape. This time it looked different, apart from the tension evident in the call I had with lando, there were newspapers and reporters, and I remember very well the caption on the screen talking about years in prison.

When I get to the house I left in the last month nothing seems to have changed, except the whirlwind of men running through every corner as in a war, which in this case seemed to be against justice. Lando seems to wait for me when I enter, I expected there to be some restriction on my presence but no one says anything, maybe not yet used to my absence, the house remains practically the same as my gaze while I let myself go up the stairs to the office that was Carlos’s, Charles is inside and when we enter he hangs up the phone.

“I was talking to the lawyer” he sighs, scratches his head and then smiles at me “it’s good to see you, y/n”

“I figured I would need to come and get the protocol if the police knocks on my door” I say, I sit in the chair for visits and wait for the right arm of the sainz family to pass the news.

“The news is not good...” he murmurs “carlos was caught and this time the police had evidence, we are talking about 5 to 10 years in prison according to his lawyer, and this is not the worst part yet...”

“Where do you mean, Charles?” I ask, the anxiety taking over me, making the white silk pants pinch on my body.

“Carlos never went to court with the divorce application” he scores the words by taking the document and showing me, only my signature there. “What keeps you both married, you don’t have to depose against him if you don’t enter the protocol...” he sighs and looks at lando as if he didn’t know how to follow from that information.

“And there’s the business part...” lando starts talking, sits next to me “the other families are afraid after prison, and they will prefer to negotiate with a face they already know”

“What you mean is that I should tear these documents and pretend I’m still married to Carlos?” I ask when interrupting the thought of the two, understanding where the conversation came from.

“Carlos’ own father gave this idea, you know that he does not intend to return from retirement... and he trusts you to manage it” the leclerc speaks, the figure tense with the whole situation and standing in front of me contrasting with the one I had the opportunity to be weeks ago.

“That’s a lot” I murmur, tilt my head back and close my eyes, pondering the turn my life was taking.

“We know, and Charles would still be here as a right-hand man to help, you would have everyone’s support if you want to stay, y/n! But we also understand if you just want to go, I know you were trying to leave all this behind” lando says, his words touching me gently.

“It seems that this life never lets us move forward, doesn’t it?” I ask a rhetorical question, I get up and cross the table, I watch Carlos’ chair that I sat so many times playing.

It’s a risky decision, it’s a decision for a lifetime, I was trying to start from scratch, have a new life and move on. But maybe that was it. I had moved on without Carlos, I could move on taking his place, without him in my life, maybe that was what the future was waiting for me. I sit slowly in his chair, I take my time feeling the feeling of being there, of what it means to sit there.

“Do I need to know anything else before tearing these papers?” I ask the men in front of me.

“You won’t like this part” Charles says and I wait for him to continue “as you are married, let’s say you are entitled to an… intimate visit”

I watch him speak, his hand scratching the back of his neck and I interrupt his discomfort.

“A visit that is not recorded or supervised... carlos explained to me a few times about it”

“It’s just in case you need to inform something that the police should not know and if you feel uncomfortable about it we will find another way” he is quick to explain himself.

“I can take it, Charles. Don’t worry”

“They’re going to do a complete review, y/n. It won’t be comfortable for you and honestly I’m not comfortable of having to use this method with you to talk to Carlos, but let’s find a way along the way for you to avoid it, okay?” It is comforting to listen to the words of the leclerc, to realize the care with the choices of word and the care with the situation that I will be exposed to, worrying about my well-being.

“Thank you, Charles. I need you to keep me updated about the whole situation and I also need your help so that business continues to happen” I smile weakly at them, take the papers in front of me and tear them “it seems that the sainz family finally won a female leader”

Charles was right when he said that it would not be easy for me to make that kind of visit, at all times I felt uncomfortable, although the worst part had been seeing Carlos again. It was horrible to see him in that situation, in a dimly lit cell, in an inmate uniform. He seems surprised to see me, but he doesn’t smile or at least say something, his head is quick to understand the whole situation and he knows at that moment we are talking on an equal footing.

Not as husband and wife, but from boss to boss.

He understands that today his life inside this prison and his future depend solely on me now.

The conversation is tense although the two understand that they need to leave inequalities aside at this moment, we need to be adults and talk about business and not about our problems. Nothing could make this conversation as comfortable as possible, not even if I eliminated the part of the body review or the wet cell we were in.

It’s libertating when I can finally get out of that prison, when I can go back home and stay away from that situation, Charles was right and would need to find another way to communicate with Carlos.

When I get home stunned and urgently in need of a bath, a strange sight in my living room makes me stop and observe the abnormal object in front of me, nailed to the wall that before was empty.

Madame Monet and her son face me, the painting on the wall of my living room where it definitely shouldn’t be, I paralyze looking at the painting that I admired, which should be in the United States on the other side of the ocean.

“You were right, it’s a beautiful painting” the soft voice of charles resonates behind me, taking me out of the trance I was in.

“This really is the ...” I don’t have the courage to finish the question, still in shock, with the painting in front of me and with the action of the man next to me.

“Yes” he says, body next to me admiring the Monet in front of us.

“I didn’t know we were involved in the theft of works of art now,” I murmur in disbelief.

“We can say that he wasn’t really at the museum...” he smiled “you said it would be a dream to be able to see him every day... I thought it would be a good welcome gift for you”

“I really have no words to thank, Charles” I smile at him, my face moved. I didn’t know how to thank him for his gesture, not because it was great on his part but because it was emotional and important to me, I also didn’t know how to thank him for what he gave me without even knowing, the freedom I gained. “Thank you very much”

“You deserve... much more than that, much more than you imagine”

“I don’t want to go back there anymore, Charles.” I sigh tired, defeated.

“So you won’t...” he replies calmly “you order it here now, y/n. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, your voice is the rule now”

These words make me alert of my position now, make me aware of where I am now and what I am now.

Although I had never even imagined becoming what I am now, I could not imagine myself doing anything other than that.

“Yes,” I smile at the leclerc next to me, “it’s good to know that”

A year ago things were very different, now everything changed. I had accused Carlos of having contaminated me with his business but maybe I just liked the way things were and let his darkness make me like him. There were many things that I stopped being and many things that I became on this journey.

And I wouldn’t have done anything different.

We have reached the end of a journey! Thank you very much for all the comments and affection you left along the way! ❤️❤️❤️

[blue-aconite]

fields of dandelions || prologue

Summary: Jake's life falls apart in less than an hour and he's left trying his best to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Swearing, cheating

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x OC

Authors Note: And we're back with a new series! This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I finally found the motivation to finish off the prologue. I just think the world needs more single dad!Jake, don't y'all agree?

Thank you to my betas @a-reader-and-a-writer & @green-socks and for letting me ramble on about this!

Jake spent a good twenty minutes staring at his own house through the windscreen. He remembered when he and Sarah first bought it. A lot had happened since. And now it looked like it was all coming to an end. 

Sarah was on the phone as he entered the kitchen, talking quietly as she flipped through a magazine. He shoved his hand into the pockets of his jeans, leaning against the doorframe and waiting for her to notice him. When she didn’t acknowledge his presence, he cleared his throat.

“Sarah.”

She looked up, eyes widening as she saw him. “Jake. I didn’t realise you were going to be home yet.” She ended the call without saying goodbye and Jake noticed how she chose to put the phone with the screen down. 

He gave her a tight smile before sitting down across from her. “Half day. They’re running drills with the kids so Mav sent us home.”

“That’s nice. Did you pick up the boys?”

Jake shook his head. “Javy picked them up. They’re trying out his new pool.” The boys had been on their case since they found out their uncle Coyote was installing a pool in his backyard. 

She hummed but offered no other answer. An uncomfortable silence filled the space, neither of them speaking. Sarah shifted in her seat, eyes darting back and forth between him and her phone. 

Jake felt his stomach turn but decided to jump the gun. “I think we need to talk.”

He had expected some sort of fight, some sort of protest, so when Sarah only sighed and twisted her face in what resembled a smile, it was like a punch to the gut. 

“How did you find out?” she asked, completely unbothered as she inspected her nails. She didn’t bother denying it, even though Jake hadn’t asked about it directly. But it was enough to confirm what Jake already knew but hoped he was wrong about. 

Jake dragged a hand through his hair, baffled at her lack of reaction. “How did I find out? Is that all you have to say?” 

“What do you want me to say?” Sarah shook her head, manicured nails tapping the table. Jake dragged a hand down his face. 

“I want you to say that you didn’t fuck him. That you didn’t invite him into our house while our boys were home. I mean, what the fuck?!” 

If his words affected her, Sarah didn’t show it. She twisted her wedding band round and round, her silence telling him everything Jake needed to know. 

“If you’ve been unhappy -”

“It’s not about that. It’s complicated, Jake.” Sarah sighed. 

Jake scoffed, clearing his throat. “Uncomplicate it for me then. Tell me why I had to find out from our son that you’ve been inviting another man into my house. How many times, huh?”

“How many times what?” she countered, staring at him. Jake could barely recognise his own wife. She didn’t seem to care that their five-year-old had seen her with another man. 

“You know what I’m asking, don’t play dumb. How many times did you bring him here?” Jake pushed away from the table, unable to sit still anymore. Sarah’s disinterest only served to make him more agitated. 

As if his question finally affected her, Sarah looked up at him but her face showed nothing. “Just one time. And the kids were supposed to be asleep.”

“How long?” It hurt to ask but he needed to know. How long had she been cheating on him? He could piece it together, track back to when she started to become distant but he wanted her to admit it. As if it would feel better. 

Sarah pressed her lips together, hands clasped on top of the table. “Couple of months. I don’t know.”

He laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Of all the possible scenarios he had of the future when he asked Sarah to marry him after high school, this one had never crossed his mind. How had they ended up here?

“Why? Tell me why.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

Shaking his head, Jake gripped the back of the chair he vacated earlier. “Stop saying that. Tell me the truth. If the last 18 years have meant anything to you, you’ll be honest with me,” he paused, drawing a shaky breath. “You owe me that much.”

“I don’t know what to say, Jake! It’s done, okay? I can’t pinpoint the exact fucking moment, alright? One moment everything was alright and then it wasn’t. And he was there for me. Stop questioning me, this isn’t an interrogation.” Sarah spat, anger seeping into her voice.

“No. You don’t get to be angry. You’re the one that fucked up. You do not get to tell me I don’t get to ask questions.” Jake spat back, his own anger surfacing. She had no right to play the victim. 

Sarah rolled her eyes, a humourless laugh leaving her. “Alright, fine. Do you want the truth? I’m so fucking tired of this life. I’m tired of staying home all the fucking time whenever you get deployed, putting my own career on hold for you. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of you. For once, I want to do something for me, have something for myself.” 

“And to achieve that you decided that cheating on me was the best course of action? Why haven’t you talked to me about this?” Jake demands all the anger and hurt clashing together. 

Sarah shakes her head. “Like talking would do any good.”

He thought it would hurt more, to hear that his own wife was tired of him but all he could feel was a numbness spreading through his body. 

The woman sitting in front of him wasn’t his wife, wasn’t the mother of his children. She sounded cold, detached, almost like Jake felt. 

Jake scoffed. “Well, you could have said something, instead of fucking someone else. We could have tried couples therapy -” 

“It wouldn’t have made a difference. And now it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.” Sarah interrupted. 

He stared at her, trying hard to remember the girl he once had fallen in love with. But she was nowhere to be found. Instead he saw someone he didn’t even recognised anymore. Sarah stared back, neither of them breaking eye contact. He knew it was the end. She knew it too. 

“Are you leaving?” 

Sarah lowered her gaze back to her hands. “Yes.”

“What about the boys?”

Sarah didn’t say anything. She stayed quiet, once again twisting her wedding band round and round. Jake sat down again, exhaustion seeping into his bones. “Sarah. What about the boys?”

“What about them?” She kept her eyes on her hands, refusing to meet his eye. 

Jake threw his hands up in frustration. “What do we tell them?”

Sarah pulls the wedding band off along with the engagement ring he’d given her all those years ago. He could do nothing but watch as she ended twelve years of marriage right in front of his eyes. Eighteen years together, right down the drain. 

She leaves them laying on the long abandoned magazine and Jake couldn’t make himself pick them up. He didn’t want to touch them. “We need to tell them.”

“They won’t understand,” Sarah argues. 

“So we shouldn’t say anything? They’re old enough to understand that something is wrong. We need to sit down together and talk to them,” he reasons but Sarah seems disinterested in continuing their conversation.

“No. You can tell them whatever you want. I’m not doing this,” Sarah snaps, blindsiding him. What the fuck is she saying?

When he asks her as much, Sarah simply shrugs her shoulders, that cold, hard exterior back in place. “I’m leaving. You can tell them whatever you see fit. It’s honestly not my problem.”

Jake explodes. “You’re not even going to say goodbye? How am I supposed to go pick up our children and explain to them why their mother isn’t home? How is that fair? To me? To them?!” He wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. 

The chair scrapes on the floor as Sarah stands and Jake follows suit, anger coursing through his veins. “You can’t just leave.”

Sarah simply levels him with a glare, challenging him to make another move. After a tense minute Sarah folds, shoulders slumping. “Fine. Pick up the boys and we’ll talk.”

“I swear to God, if you’re not here when I get back -”

“I’ll be here,” Sarah promises, sitting back down and flipping the magazine open again. The rings clatter onto the table and down onto the floor but neither of them makes an effort to get them.

As he pulls out of the driveway, Jake prays that she’ll still be there when they get back. He doesn’t believe her but at this point, he doesn’t have a choice. He chooses to believe that she wouldn’t abandon their sons. She might be tired of him, their marriage, but Jake knows Sarah loves Josh and Levi. She wouldn’t just leave. She couldn’t.

After exchanging a few words with Javy and making sure the boys are safely strapped in their seats, Jake rushes back home. He drives slower than he’d like to but with the boys in the car, he’s not willing to risk it. 

Dread fills him when he pulls into the driveway. The garage is open and Sarah’s convertible is gone. After bribing the boys with ice cream if they promise to stay in the car just a little while longer, Jake jogs up the porch, heart sinking in his chest. 

The house is eerily quiet when he steps inside and he berates himself for trusting Sarah to stay true to her word. Because all that is left of the woman he’s loved for eighteen years, the mother of his children, is a note on the fridge.

“Tell the boys I love them.”

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[yuyusuyu]

the law of attraction!

pairing. non idol! uni student! choi san x non idol! fem! uni student! reader

synopsis. is it a blessing or curse in disguise that you and your best friend are in the same psych 340 class? you're not quite sure and you don't want to know either because you get to spend time with your favorite in this entire world - until it starts becoming too hard to control the feelings you have for him. choi san is everything and more to you and you desperately need to be away from him before you accidentally end up kissing him one of these days. except, your prof seems to have different plans when he assigns you and san to be partners for a project... on the law of attraction.

warnings. a little kiss, cursing, a little jealousy, a dt (someone save wooyo!), food/eating

genres. fluff, comedy, romance, friends to lovers, mutual pining

ft. non idol! yeosang, non idol! wooyoung

wc. 3.2k

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

TRUTH be told, if someone were to tell you that your professor would assign your best friend as your partner to do a research paper on the law of attraction, you’d laugh in their face. why would you do that? it’s simple really: you’d been trying for years (three to be exact) to get choi san to look at you in a romantic way, but nothing ever happened. so why now? why did the universe suddenly do this to you after you swore you’d try moving on from that man? what’s worse is that you have to work on this paper for half of the semester, and you think you’d rather go insane than to work on the paper with choi san.

but that’s how you find yourself sitting across from san at the table in your apartment, laptops open as you both type away what research you find, piping up once in a while to talk about what you’ve found. your mouth runs dry each time you look up to peer at san, taking notice of how his glasses would sometimes fall down the bridge of his nose only for him to push them back, taking notice of how he’d run his hand through his newly-dyed red hair, taking notice of how he’d furrowed his eyebrows when reading something on the screen. eventually, san stretches in his seat, eyes flickering over to you and finding you already staring at him.

he blinks at you, tilting his head. “is there something on my face?”

you shake your head, looking back at the screen in front of you. “no, i was just thinking,” you mumble, already typing away. “you know i have a bad habit of staring at anything when i’m thinking.”

san chuckles softly. “you’re right,” he says, sighing. “have you found anything new?”

snorting, you look up at him. “besides the usual? like attracts like? positive thinking only?” you close your eyes. “i think i’ve hit a dead end over here, what about you?” you open an eye to look at him.

the male also shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “i’ve basically found the same. how about we start sorting out what we want to include?”

“sounds like a plan,” you groan, stretching your fingers out. “but can we take a break first? i think my ass is numb.”

san laughs. it’s a hearty sound, something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside knowing that you’re the reason behind the dimpled grin on his lips. eventually, he calms down and nods, standing up and disappearing into your kitchen. “do you want something to eat?”

“are you asking that as you raid my fridge?” you stare in amusement as san pops his head out from the kitchen, sticking his tongue out at you before retreating back inside.

“yes,” he calls out, followed by the sound of him rummaging through whatever you have. “but i’m also asking in case you’re hungry and want something to eat.”

you think for a moment before replying. “i guess,” you drawl out. “or do you want to order take out?”

“take out!” san says, emerging out from the kitchen. “dude, you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen.”

grimacing, you take out your phone. “i guess that means i have to go grocery shopping on wednesday,” you glance up from your phone, looking at san through your eyelashes. “what do you want to order?”

“a pizza is fine,” he replies. “or fried chicken? i don’t know, you pick.”

“but sannie,” you whine. “you know i can’t choose!”

“okay, okay,” he says, holding out his hand. “i’ll choose, and we’ll split the bill.”

“thank you,” you sing, kissing his cheek and skipping over to the couch where you fall face-first into the cushions.

san laughs before you feel that he’s standing on the other end of the couch, lifting your legs up so he could sit and letting them drop on his lap. “here,” he says, tapping your back with your phone. “i ordered from that pizza place down the street. it should be here in half an hour because they got a lot of orders today.”

“damn,” you say, your voice muffled. “i guess that means we’re going to have an hour-long break.”

“um, no,” san says, chuckling. “we’re going to have a thirty minute break, talk about the project, eat and talk about the project, and then work on the project.”

“project this, project that!” you shuffle around so you can look at san, your cheek pressed against the couch as you reach out to grab your phone. “how about we work on it tomorrow? it’s getting pretty late, you know.”

humming, the male pats your legs, taking out his phone to scroll through whatever he opened. “nice try, yn. but we are going to finish what we started.”

“yessir,” you mumbled, turning to face away from him and going on your phone. it’s then that you see that you have an unread message from someone. tapping on the icon, you see that yeosang, a childhood friend of yours that san has yet to meet, sent you something. yeosang’s humor was a little different from yours, but you found everything funny, so you start laughing at what he sent, shooting up to sit straighter. “you’re stupid,” you laugh, recording what you had just said before typing something else.

san leans over, peering down at your phone. “yeo?” he says, his eyebrows furrowed. “who’s that?”

“yeosang,” you say, your laughter subsiding into giggles, continuing to type as yeosang immediately replies to your message. “you know, my childhood friend.”

“ah,” he hums, nodding. “the one who goes to the uni on the other side of town?”

you nod. “that’s the one! i think he’ll be dropping by to visit. said he’s free this whole week because he finished all of his assignments last week. oh my gosh,” you gasp, turning around and smiling at him. “you two can finally meet each other!”

san laughs softly. “right,” he says. “finally meeting the guy you grew up with.”

“yup! yeo is kind of awkward, by the way,” you say, going back to texting said person. “but he’s a great guy once he gets comfortable with you.”

“is that so…” san mumbles, glancing at you before turning his attention back on his phone. “well, i can’t wait ‘till then.”

it’s then that the doorbell rings. you stand up, heading over towards the door. san jumps up when you squeal, only coming face-to-face with you hugging some guy like your life depended on it.

“yeo, i thought you weren’t stopping by until thursday?”

san feels his stomach drop to the ground as he realizes that the guy you were just hugging, the guy who looks way too handsome for his own good, the guy who is making you smile so much that you seem to be glowing, is none other than this kang yeosang guy he’s been hearing so much about since he meet you in your first year of college together. it’s funny that it’s taken so long for him to meet yeosang, having befriended you instantly after meeting each other at orientation three years ago. he kind of wishes this moment never happened because damn is he feeling so insecure right now.

“yeo, yeo!” you grab his hand, a bounce in your steps as you lead him inside your apartment, yeosang clutching onto the pizza box as he lets you lead him inside your humble abode. you stop when you’re standing in front of san, still grinning. “this is san, the guy i talk to you about. san, this is yeosang, also the guy i talk to you about.”

yeosang places the pizza box you two had ordered on the table next to him, turning around and awkwardly sticking his hand out. “nice to meet you,” he says.

san looks down at his hand, staring at it before slowly reaching out to shake it. he accidentally ends up using a little too much strength because when he looks up to face yeosang, he finds that yeosang is taken aback. he’s confused for a second before yeosang’s grip becomes stronger, taking san aback this time because wow is yeosang strong.

“oh, uh,” yeosang is the first to pull his hand away, sending san a weirded out look of sorts before gesturing towards the pizza box that sits on your table with a nod of his head. “i got this from the delivery guy before ringing the doorbell.”

“thank you, yeo.”

when san glances at you, he’s surprised to see you and yeosang already standing next to each other, looming over the pizza box as you open it. you glance back at san as yeosang holds out a slice for himself and you, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. as he grabs a slice, you whisper something into yeosang’s ear, the male nodding and going over to sit in a chair while you grasp san’s arm, gently pulling him away and into the corridor that leads to your room and the guest bedroom on the opposite end.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, effectively snapping san out of his thoughts.

he clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose and then rubbing the back of his neck. “nothing,” he says. “why?”

you narrow your eyes at him, shifting your weight onto your right leg. “because you’re acting weird,” you huff. “listen, if you feel uncomfortable with yeo, tell me, san. i want both of my favorite people in this world to get along with each other.”

favorite people. he, choi san, is one of your favorite people. he hopes it’s just him and mr kang yeosang that’s sitting at your dining table eating away at the pizza he paid for the both of you… regardless of the elephant in the room (in his mind, that being yeosang), san still feels giddy because you just said he is one of your favorite people in this world.

so he nods, following you back into the living room only to deflate when you and yeosang are basically in your own little world.

this, he realizes, was going to be a long night and you two probably won’t be able to finish the goal at hand: the research paper on the law of attraction.

“i’m telling you man,” san huffs into the phone, glancing out of the corridor to see you and yeosang chatting away. “yeosang and yn are attached to the hip… and quite literally!”

he hears wooyoung cackle through other line, wincing at the sound and lifting his phone away from his ear. “dude,” he says. “i told you time and time and time again that you should just make a move on her already!”

san barely gets to reply while he’s busy glaring holes at the back of yeosang’s head, almost choking on air at wooyoung’s next words.

“yn is so in love with you!”

coughing, san glances back to see you turn your head in his direction, worry written all over your features. he quickly hides behind the wall, his back pressed against it as you call out his name.

“i’m fine!” he says. “wooyoung just told me a really funny joke.”

you ah. “okay! tell wooyoung i said hi, by the way!”

“will do!” san waits a couple seconds before angrily whispering into his phone, “jung wooyoung, i am going to kill you next time i see you, you hear me? you’re a dead man.”

“uh-huh,” wooyoung dryly replies. “you’re probably going to die from jealousy before you can even lay a finger on me to be honest. which is why you should probably just confess already!”

san groans, running a hand down his face. “wooyoung, for the millionth time already,” he says. “she does not like me. if anything, she’s probably in love with kang yeosang.”

wooyoung hums. “yeah, keep lying to yourself. listen man,” he pauses for a few seconds, and san can hear some shuffling going on from wooyoung’s end. “i know what i’m saying. that girl is so in love you.”

“woo—”

“shut up and let me finish,” wooyoung snaps. “yn looks at you like you hung the entire galaxy for her, she is that in love with you. yeosang’s probably just like a brother to her, so just man up already and confess to her! i’m getting tired of you two pining over each other, it’s sickening. now,” he clears his throat, “i have to go because i have a date.”

“you have a date?” san asks. “with who—”

“bye, sannie~”

while san was busy talking with wooyoung, you were busy trying to deflect the obvious elephant in the room that yeosang kept bringing up.

“yn,” yeosang sighs. “you need to confess already.”

“wow,” you gasp. “will you look at that?”

yeosang furrows his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “it looks like i don’t give a fuck!”

he groans at your response. “listen here, missy,” he says, huffing in annoyance. “i’m getting annoyed with his constant glaring and i’m getting annoyed at you, too.”

“what?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “how the heck am i annoying you?”

“you’re literally always complaining to me about trying to move on from him when you keep doing the opposite! either do something or i will.”

you scoff, narrowing your eyes. “you wouldn't dare.”

“oh,” yeosang throws his head back, laughing before he rolls his head to the side, looking at you dead in the eye. “i would.”

his phone rings, making him take his phone out. he unlocks it, reading whatever he was seeing before standing up just as san walks back into the living room.

“i have to go,” yeosang says. you stand up and follow him to the door. “my girlfriend said her mom wants to take us out for lunch,” he pauses, grimacing. “she's probably going to make us wear what her mom gave us a while back…”

you snort, leaning against the doorway as yeosang slips his shoes on, san standing behind you and resting his chin on your head, almost as if it was second nature to do so. yeosang quirks an eyebrow in amusement while you start speaking. “the ones you showed me a while back?” you ask. “you know, the ones that said she's with—”

“stop,” yeosang says, sighing as he holds up his hand. “don't remind me.”

yeosang opens the door, and you push yourself off the wall and head to hug him. “do something about your crush, okay?” yeosang whispers, pulling away and waving at san.

you hum. “i'll think about it. tell her i said hi, by the way.”

“will do.”

with that, yeosang leaves and you and san stay at the doorway before you shut the door.

“i, uh, didn't know he had a girlfriend,” says san all of a sudden. you look up at him as you walk past him and back to the dining table where you grab your laptop off the surface and head to your couch.

“yeosang and his girlfriend have been dating since we started college,” you hum, plopping down and opening your laptop. “she's amazing. they compliment each other well.”

“is that so?” san follows you, taking his laptop off the dining table and sitting down next to you.

“yeah,” you say. “should we… start working on the project?”

san nods, quietly opening his laptop. he doesn't know why, but he feels like his shoulders feel lighter and he can actually breathe now that he yeosang left and now that he knows yeosang has a girlfriend.

somehow, the sun has already disappeared and has been replaced by a sliver of the moon, both you and san also (somehow) find yourselves sitting on the ground. san has his legs splayed underneath the coffee table while you have your legs up to your knee, laptop propped on top of them.

“i say we approach this differently,” you say. “everyone's going to be applying the law on friends and whatnot, but we should apply it to each other.”

san raises his eyebrows, his fingers stopping their little dance across his keyboard as he looks at you. “apply it to each other?”

you nod. “yeah! think about it,” placing your laptop on the coffee table, you twist around to face and san does the same, knees bumping into each other. “since everybody basically has the same information and will have the same approach to the application, we should try approaching it differently so we can get a better grade than the rest.”

“and how do you want to go about it?” san yawns, groaning softly as he stretches his arms.

“that is an excellent question.” you grin, leaning forwards slightly. san quietly gasps, eyes widening. he hopes you didn't hear, and it seems like you didn't because you carry on with your thought. “honestly, since it's just basically manifestation, positive vibes only, like attracts like stuff,” you pause, huffing, “i guess we should take the easy approach with like attracts like, unfortunately.”

“how about we do that and the manifestation part?” he hums.

“that's not a bad idea,” you say. “we can honestly then weave in the positive vibes only rule since technically the manifestation and like attracts like are… the same.”

your eyebrows furrow as you think about the realization you just had, making san giggle. the noise grabs your attention, and san feels short of breath as you stare at him with stars in your eyes. as if in a trance, you both start leaning forwards until you're almost touching noses.

“like attracts like,” you whisper, almost as if you're afraid that if you speak any louder, whatever is going on right now would get ruined.

san nods, humming, not trusting his voice at the moment. his eyes flicker down to your lips before flickering back to your eyes, staring at you in surprise at your next words.

“i like you san.”

“you,” he breathes out, licking his lips nervously. “you like me?”

you slowly nod, watching his every movement. “i do… the question now here is: do you like me back?”

san grins, dimples appearing as he leans forwards, resting his forehead against yours as his breath fans your lips. “i like you,” he says. “i've liked you since our first year.”

you gasp, pulling back immediately and slapping his shoulder. “you… you're an idiot, choi san!”

he whines, rubbing the spot on his arm that you had slapped. “what did i do?”

“are you blind?” you huff with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest. “i've been trying to get you to like me since then!”

“what?” san looks at you, genuinely surprised. “are you sure? because i swear i was the one that was trying to get you to like me.”

as you stare at each other, you both burst out into laughter.

“wow,” you say in between your giggles. “maybe like really does attract like.” implying that both of you are dumb.

san finds himself smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt as he cups your cheeks, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek gently. “yeah,” he breathes out, his gaze flickering over your face until it falls on your lips. “maybe you're right.”

“you know i'm usually right,” you quietly reply, looking up at san through your eyelashes before closing your eyes just as san presses his lips against yours.

[pisceslovrr]

THE EXIT (spencer reid x fem!reader)

warnings: angst, spencer and reader breaking up, no use of y/n, spencer's new gf, no happy ending

an: this is heavily based off the song the exit by conan gray, also this is my first time posting anything like this. the ending was a bit rushed, i imagined season 3-4 reid for this one

February-

you and spencer were out of the honeymoon phase of your relationship, as you were noticing all the little things he does to keep his life in order. you were enjoying his company a lot, you liked having someone around you all the time.

one night he came home with flowers and you were excited to see him after he came back from a long case. you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him. he didnt hug you back. "i missed you so much, spence!" you say as you pulled away and looked up at him. you noticed he was avoiding your eyes. "spencer whats wrong?" you questioned as you took his chin in your hand.

he said your name in a cold tone. you furrow your brows and you look up at him. he finally looks at you but his eyes are filled with sadness. "whats wrong, are you ok?" you say as you continue looking at him. he gives you the flowers. "can we sit down?" he says looking over at the couch.

you sit down first and he sits on the other end. it wasn't normal for him to not sit right next to you. he doesn't look at you either. "im sorry but.. " he starts and then pauses. you look at him with a worried on your face. he said your name and he continues "i need to end things, or i need to end us" he finally says.

tears well up in your eyes as you look around at the boxes that were from your apartment. "w-what?" you ask. "we need to break up" he says as he also looked at your boxes that were neatly stacked in the corner of the room. you dont say anything, you dont look at him, you just stare blankly at the boxes.

"please say something" he says with tears in his eyes. you dont know what to say, you dont even know what to think. "why?" you finally let out and it feels like you took a little weight off your chest. he looks at you "i like someone else, shes from my hometown and we just click so much" he says as he scoots closer to you.

you open your mouth to talk but words dont come out. he takes your hand, but you immediately pull your hands away and you get up from your spot on the couch. you look away from him "if shes better then go have her" you say as you grab your purse and your keys and you leave him alone in his apartment.

you go back to your apartment and you finally let out all your anger and your tears as you practically slam your things on the counter. you let out a guttural yell as you fall to the floor of your kitchen and you hold your head in your hands. you sit there and cry for a while until you hear your phone rhythmically buzzing on the counter.

you stand up to grab it and you feel dizzy at first but you grab it. you look at the contact. it shows "spencer♡". you look at the heart and you cry harder. "how could something so good end in about an hour" you thought as you watched his name disappear. almost instantly his name pops up again and you answer.

"hello?" he said from the other line. "hello." you respond coldly, not wanting him to know that you have been crying since you entered your home. he says your name "im sorry" he apologized. "are you really though? how could you be sorry for me if you have already found someone to replace what we had" you said as more tears welled up in your eyes. he tries to speak but you cut him off "i thought that we were special, you know? but i guess we werent special enough". you dont let him speak, you just hang up the phone.

you let the tears run down your cheeks as you think about the life changing night you experienced. you try to think about if you could have done anything to change it, but in reality you know that its probably for the best.

November-

you are running late to work but you need to get your daily coffee before you start the day. you walk into the usual coffee shop you go to every morning. you order what you usually order. you do everything as you usually do, but something seems off. you hear the doorbell ring as it would when somebody walks in. you turn around to see who it was.

the color drains from your face as you see spencer and this girl that has her arm linked with his. you immediately look away and try to hide your face. spencer says your name in a questioning tone. you dont turn around for a second but when you finally do he smiles at you. "spencer?" she says looking at him and smiling painfully.

hes opening his mouth, but you cant hear the sound thats coming out. you just stand there and nod. "are you ok? you seem off" you hear him say. "yeah im fine why wouldnt i be?" you ask as if you are not dying inside at this very moment. "you look pale" he says looking at your cheeks. "im just getting over the cold" you say smiling.

you think about how his life looks perfectly fine, he has his new girlfriend on his shoulder, and he seems like hes doing amazing. meanwhile your wounds are still black and bruised. "aw thats too bad, how have you been?" he asks while still smiling and he kisses his new girlfriend on the top of her head. "i have been great! what about you?" you say still smiling painfully. "well i have been doing good!" he says as you notice that their hands are interlocked. "thats good-" you get cut-off by the barista calling your name because your drink was ready.

you grab your drink and you try to hurry out. "well i hope you have a good rest of your day" he waves as youre walking out of the door. you dont pay attention to him, but you walk back to your apartment and suddenly you are taken back 9 months when he broke up with you. you are on your kitchen floor crying as you think about how good they looked together, and how he was happy. "i shouldnt be crying about a happy couple enjoying their day" you think.

you dont see spencer at all after that. you avoid that coffee shop like its the plague. you avoid all the places that you and him used to hang out at. you never drive down his street even though its a quicker way to get to work. you never want to see him or her ever again.

[lazycats-stuff]

Tim drake x male reader

Angst where reader is dating tim and readers old boyfriend ( derek )comes back for reader and tim is really insecure so he thinks reader will actually go back to him. Which causes a massive break up with the both of them. And like 3 years later they meet again and tim finds out reader never got with derek cause cuz him loves too much

Ah yes, angst and fluff, my favorite thing. With a happy ending too, I hate sad endings. Also, I made the meet up far more dramatic then I should have, but hey.

Summary: Tim and (Y/N) are happily together. Until (Y/N)'s ex, Derek comes into the picture. Afterwards, it's pure chaos.

Warnings: angst and fluff, happy ending, break up, insecure Tim,

Tim didn't know how he managed to get together with (Y/N). He was social and very friendly. Not that Tim wasn't friendly, but he wasn't social by any means. If he could stay inside and investigate all night, he would do it. But that changed a bit with (Y/N).

(Y/N) would make sure that he ate and that he tried to sleep for at least 6 hours. Not even Bruce could do that to Tim. And another amazing feat that (Y/N) has achieved was the fact that the entire family loved him. Bruce already adopted him emotionally.

And more importantly, Tim was happy with (Y/N) and (Y/N) was happy with Tim. Bruce just wanted Tim to be happy.

Everything changed one day when Tim and (Y/N) were out. It was a nice day and according to (Y/N), Tim was couped up and he needed some fresh air. Tim protested, using the cases as an excuse, but (Y/N) level him with a look and saying that he will tell Bruce.

Tim accepted defeat.

Hand in hand, they were walking in the park. Tim had to agree, it was a good idea to be out, in the fresh air and the sun.

" (Y/N)! "

That made both Tim and (Y/N) turn their heads. Tim tensed up and (Y/N) was just confused. Who was calling him? But once he turned around he recognized the person who called his name.

" Hey Derek, " (Y/N) said, waving at him.

" Hey, long time no see. " Derek said, eyes falling down on Tim's and (Y/N)'s hands.

" New boyfriend? " Derek asked, making (Y/N) nod.

" Yes, this is Tim, Tim this is my ex boyfriend Derek. " (Y/N) introduced the two men to each other. Tim's eyes looked Derek up and down. Derek was good looking, smiling and Tim could already tell that he was the popular kid in school.

Tim felt a ping of jealousy. A voice at the back of his mind. He buried it and shook his free hand with Derek.

" Well, Tim, you are lucky to have him. " Derek said. Tim tried not to get angry, knowing that there is no double meaning behind Derek's words.

" Nice to see you again (Y/N), but I have to go. If you want we can hang out later, a double date if you want. You still have my number? "

" I do. See you later then. " (Y/N) said goodbye and Tim just waived him off.

Tim was never jealous or possessive, but now he was questioning everything.

" So, he was your ex? " Tim started, knowing that he will look him up later.

" Yeah, we grew up together and we got together. We broke up when he moved away. " (Y/N) said, smiling at the memories. Tim just nodded and they went back to their walk, but Tim couldn't shake off that voice in his mind.

(Y/N) got back into contact with Derek and Tim was not really happy, but he didn't want to look like a possessive and jealous boyfriend. (Y/N) is allowed to talk to anybody that he wants. He didn't look into (Y/N)'s phone because he trusted him.

" Hey, are you coming? " (Y/N) asked Tim, who was laying down on the bed, laptop next to him.

" Where? " Tim asked, confused.

" On a double date with Derek. You know he mentioned it a few days ago. Don't tell me you forgot it. " (Y/N) asked.

" In my defense, I have patrol later. " Tim said, smiling sheepishly. (Y/N) sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile on his face. He gave Tim a kiss before leaving the apartment. Tim's smile fell and a feeling of dread filled him. The voice struck him once more, but with much more force.

Ugly, antisocial, weak...

Tim shook his head. He was going on patrol now, feeling like something was wrong.

Tim was crouching on the roof, watching the live camera feed from the bar that (Y/N) and Derek were in. He didn't like how Derek was touchy with (Y/N). He scowled and just watched. He had an audio too, so he listened in.

" So you are with a Wayne huh? " Derek asked and Tim's jaw twitched.

" Yes. And what's with that tone of yours? " (Y/N) asked, sensing something else under that tone. " I know you long enough to know when you are angry. "

Derek was silent for a moment, before ordering a shot of tequila. Tim knew something big was going to come out of Derek's mouth. You don't need tequila if you are confident in something you are about to say.

" I'm still in love with you. "

Tim felt his heart shatter. Of course. Who wants a nerdy, ugly boyfriend? He turned off the feed before he could hear what (Y/N) was going to say. Tim took a deep breath. Just as he thought that (Y/N) was the one...

(Y/N) came home upset at lies Derek told him. First that it was a double date, then the lies he said about Tim and his family. And now the confession... He loved Tim and always will.

He went straight to Tim's apartment, expecting to be alone. He nearly died of shock when he saw Tim.

" Tim you scared me. I thought you had patrol. " (Y/N) said taking his jacket off. He noticed how quiet Tim was and that scared him. Tim was normally quiet, but this was different.

" Hey Tim, is everything okay? "

" Oh it is. How was your date with Derek? " Tim asked, scratching his chin.

" It was not that good. " (Y/N) said, finally facing Tim. " But seriously, what's wrong? "

" Nothing, I just think that he didn't show out of the blue. " Tim started, watching (Y/N)'s reaction.

" What do you mean? "

" I think he is still in love with you. And I think that you share the same sentiment. " Tim said, laying it out on the table.

(Y/N) looked at him like he was insane. " Tim, are you insane? I love you. "

" I mean, he confessed to you! And who would want an ugly nerd, who lives off of coffee and is a vigilante who gets back home at questionable hours? I mean everyone would go for Derek. "

" I'm sorry, you followed me? " (Y/N) asked, shocked that Tim would do that.

" I had a bad feeling, so I tapped into the camera feed. " Tim said, making (Y/N) scoff.

" Well, if you listened long enough you would know that I rejected him. " (Y/N) defended himself. " Tim, I love you. That's why I'm with you. " (Y/N) said, moving closer.

He was shocked when Tim stepped back. " Tim... " (Y/N) whispered, clearly shaken by Tim's behavior.

" We are over (Y/N). " Tim said, leaving the room. (Y/N) stood there, tears spilling down his cheeks. Why?

It has been 3 years since the break up and both Tim and (Y/N) were unhappy. Neither of them could move on and worse of all, (Y/N) moved away from Gotham. Bruce and the others could see how Tim was broken.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get him to talk to (Y/N) or to them about it and he fell back into his old habits. Bruce also kept tabs on (Y/N), just in case he needed help. Bruce didn't blame Tim or (Y/N) for the breakup, just miscommunication on their parts.

Everything went fine until Deathstroke was hired to kill Tim Drake. Since he couldn't find Tim Drake, he decided to take (Y/N) hostage. Deathstroke always researches his targets.

With some investigation, Tim and the family found the base he had in Gotham. What Tim didn't expect was to find Deathstroke holding him hostage. And for how long was (Y/N) kept as hostage?

" Hello detective. I hope you know where to find Tim Drake. " Deathstroke started, but Tim couldn't listen to him. His eyes were on (Y/N), looking at the bruises on his face. He saw red. That anger multiplied by 10 when Deathstroke picked (Y/N) up by the back of his neck, pulling him against his chest and putting a knife across his neck.

" I know that Tim and this guy are exes, but I know that mister Drake and mister (L/N) loved each other very much. And I don't think that mister Drake would want (Y/N) to die. " He said it so calmly, that you wouldn't think that he was holding a knife against his throat.

It was all fine until he took his gun and shoot at the window, breaking the glass. He dragged (Y/N) to the edge and Tim was really getting mad. Despite the break up, he still loved (Y/N). Now, the only thing separating (Y/N) and death was Deathstroke's grip on his wrist, while (Y/N) was over the edge.

" Let him go Deathstroke. " Batman said, staring at Deathstroke.

" If you say so detective. " And with that, any type of self control that Tim might have had, was thrown out the window. He ran and jumped out the window, after (Y/N).

(Y/N) screamed as he started falling down. He closed his eyes bracing for impact, but Tim caught and managed to land on a nearby roof. (Y/N) clung onto Tim, shaking with fear and terror.

" (Y/N)? " Tim asked, trying to put (Y/N) down.

" Please... Don't leave me. " (Y/N) sobbed, clinging even tighter.

(Y/N) now found himself in the Wayne manor, safe and sound. Alfred took a quick look at (Y/N). Bruce saw how conflicted Tim was on the side. He walked up to him, seeing the conflict in his eyes.

" Tim, you have to talk to him. " Bruce said to Tim, grasping his shoulder.

" Bruce- "

" No. You two broke up due to some sort of miscommunication. You will not move on in any way if you two don't talk. "

Bruce walked away after that, ushering the others who were in the room. Tim sat down next to (Y/N), clearly not knowing how to start.

" Tim... Thank you for saving me. " (Y/N) said softly.

" I still love you. Even after 3 years, I can't stop thinking about you. "

That made (Y/N) smile, happy that Tim felt the same. " I couldn't either. "

Tim frowned. " But you were with Derek. "

" No, no my dear dumbo. I was never with Derek. I moved back in with my parents. The reason i came was because of Deathstroke. He kidnapped me and kept me as leverage to try to get the Tim Drake out of hiding. " (Y/N) said, taking Tim's hand in his.

" Oh (Y/N), I'm sorry! I shouldn't have let my insecurities get in the way. I should have talked to you. " Tim said, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand back.

" Well, this entire family is allergic to the word communication. " (Y/N) joked, making Tim smile. That much is true.

" You are right about that. " Tim said, taking a deep breath. " I realized that I can't live without you. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to have you back. " Tim stated.

" Well, you are going to have to start all over. It will take a while for me to fully trust you. " (Y/N) said, wiping his tears.

" So we are starting as friends? " Tim asked.

" Yup. " (Y/N) said.

" You won't regret it. " Tim said so quickly, making (Y/N) chuckle.

" Also, I want you to promise me something. "

" Anything. "

" If you ever have a problem or insecurity kicks in, you are going to come to me to talk about it. " (Y/N) stated, moving even closer to Tim. He missed him too much.

" I promise you. Can I ask you something? " Tim started hesitantly.

" Of course. "

" Can I kiss you before I start over? I missed it too much. " Tim admitted.

(Y/N) just cupped Tim's face with his free hand and kissed him. (Y/N) missed it too. Now they were both finally at peace and Tim was going to work his ass off to get back together with him.

[flyingwargle]

flufftober day 23: stormy night

sakusa can barely hear his cousin over the tempest raging outside. “what time do you think you’ll get to tokyo?” komori asks. “i want to spend the least amount of time around your mom as possible.”

“the feeling is mutual.” he’s seated at the dining table, feet tucked underneath him, hot mug of tea steaming behind his laptop. “i’m loading the shinkansen timetable.”

“auntie said she wants to meet us for tea, so that’s around three? assuming that we’ll need time to settle down, we should arrive around an hour before? oh, but it takes about forty minutes to get to your place from tokyo station, so maybe around one-thirty?”

“there’s a shinkansen to tokyo every ten minutes. this one at–“ sakusa cuts himself off, eyes glancing upwards at the flickering lights. through the balcony window, he sees the trees sway with the howling wind, a violent waltz under the cover of darkness.

“kiyo?” komori says. “you still there?”

“yes, sorry. the light went out for a second.”

his cousin hums. “the weather is still clear in shizuoka, so i guess it’s hitting you first, huh?” it being the storm that’s been forecasted for the last day or so. meian cautioned them to prepare for possible power outages, which is why sakusa already took his bath, filled a thermos with hot water, and gathered all the candles on the kitchen counter, lighter included. if the power does go out, he’ll crawl under the blanket fort already made on the bed with atsumu, where they’ll cuddle until they fall asleep.

the light flickers once more, as they solidify their plans for the upcoming weekend. sakusa is about to purchase a ticket for the 11:10 am shinkansen when he’s plunged into darkness. the apartment comes to a standstill – the boiler goes quiet, the fridge stops, and the heater rumbles to a halt. the only sources of light are from his laptop and phone. “i appear to have lost power.”

“yep, looks like it, according to twitter. you going to be okay?”

“i’m prepared. i don’t anticipate it’ll be for long, but…” with the wind and possibility of a thunderstorm, he isn’t hopeful. “i should hang up and save my battery, just in case.”

“yeah, you’ll need it to check the news. call if you need anything, and stay safe!”

sakusa hangs up, about to shut his laptop off when a voice calls for him down the hallway. “omi?” it’s from the bathroom, where atsumu is. sakusa switches his phone flashlight on, lets it guide him to the closed door.

“atsumu?” he pushes it open, keeps the light low, so not to startle him. “everything okay?”

“y-yeah.” the panic in his voice is slight but still audible. sakusa hears water swirling down the drain. “i just startled when the light went out, an’ i didn’t bring my phone.”

“you can use mine. there’s a flashlight in the kitchen that i can use to light the candles.” he places it on the corner of the sink, leans it against a bottle of lotion in atsumu’s direction. his partner has a towel over his shoulders, chest heaving with unsteady breaths. “will you be okay on your own?”

he nods. sakusa steps back outside. “just yell if you need me.”

being afraid of the dark is a fear that most outgrow, but for atsumu, it’s reminiscent of a past that he doesn’t like to share, and sakusa knows better than to pry. he follows his laptop light to the table, picking up the flashlight on the counter to rummage through the cupboards. near the back is a container of hot chocolate powder, an indulgence they allow themselves for special occasions. he fetches two mugs, spoons powder into them (with slightly more for atsumu), dissolving it with hot water.

as they steam, he carries the candles into their room, scattering them on the desk and windowsill, lighting them one by one, then brings the twin mugs inside. he returns to the bathroom, just in time for atsumu to emerge, and sakusa guides him to the blanket fort, hot chocolate in hand.

rain taps a frenzied rhythm on their window. a mini lantern illuminates their fort, atsumu’s cheeks rosy from his bath. sakusa resists the urge to ruffle his untamed hair, long enough to partially cover his eye. “how long d’ya think the blackout’ll go fer?” atsumu murmurs.

“i don’t know. the city hasn’t tweeted anything about it.” sakusa glances at his phone, though nothing new crosses his feed. “it’ll be fine. we have each other.”

atsumu is about to reply when the heavy rumble of thunder reverberates around them. he jumps, hot chocolate close to tipping, until sakusa quickly seizes it. his partner whimpers, hands pressed over his ears, eyes squeezed shut. sakusa places the mug down, moves to his side. “atsumu, can i touch you?”

a jerky nod. he reaches out slowly – fingers brushing his arm on either side, chest pressing against his back. atsumu remains tense, head bowed, hands over his ears. “it’s all right,” sakusa whispers. “you’re with me, and nothing can hurt you. can you tell me where you are, atsumu?”

“…with you.”

“right. we have light, see? can you open your eyes?”

slowly, his partner raises his head. sakusa nudges the lantern with his foot. “it’s just you and me in our apartment. there’s no one else.”

“mm.”

“are you warm? comfortable?”

“yeah. think so.” atsumu leans into him, tension gradually releasing from his shoulders. “m’sorry. i probably seem like a big baby right now. kinda pathetic, huh?”

sakusa shakes his head. “everyone has something to fear. we can’t all be undefeatable.” he pauses at another clap of thunder, feels atsumu stiffen again. “why don’t i read you something?”

“hah? i’m not a kid.”

“no, but it’s better than sitting in silence. give me a moment.” he slides out of their fort, using his phone to run across the book titles on their shelf. only one is appropriate for a situation like this. “here, how about this?”

atsumu squints at the cover. “is this…a picture book? ya hurtin’ my feelings here, omi. an’ don’t say that my english isn’t that good that i wouldn’t understand.”

“motoya got it for me from his trip to america. it’s about a gay penguin couple.”

“oh, why didn’t ya say so?”

sakusa smiles, cracking open the book for the first time. the pages are smooth and glossy, with short bursts of text and colorful illustrations fit for a child. atsumu settles against him, pointing out parts of the drawings and reading the english with his own accent. it isn’t as fluent as sakusa’s, but he’s still able to read without trouble.

the book isn’t long, but they stretch it out, mostly commenting on the illustrations and backgrounds. their voices and laughter drown the thunder, wrapped in their own cocoon of affection. at the book’s conclusion, sakusa closes it, slides it aside to lower atsumu on the bed. he settles beside him, pulls a blanket over them. “think you’ll be able to sleep tonight?” he whispers.

“always when i’m with ya,” atsumu mumbles. sakusa kisses him, then curls up to his side with his eyes closed.

when they wake the next morning, it’s to clear skies and a brilliant sun.

[moondust-imagines]

Friend with Benefits (Edge (Adam) x Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, age gap

Word count: 1.8K (lmao)

At first, your arrangement with Adam had been perfect. It gave you both the release you needed, without the commitment of a relationship. There were no hard feelings if you didn’t talk for a few weeks, he could just fall back into your bed, no questions asked. That’s not to say you never imagined what life would be like with him being a permanent feature but you knew it was all just a fantasy. Maybe you should call off this whole thing and look for someone to settle down with. Just not tonight.

You had just checked into the hotel for the night when your phone buzzed with a message from him

Adam: Congrats on the title match, you at hotel?

Adam was not a man who enjoyed texting, his messages were always short. Of course, news of your title shot had spread quickly, it wasn’t even officially announced yet. But Adam had a way of knowing everything that was going on.

You: Thank you! I’m in room 216, see you in 10?

Adam knew this relationship-that’s-not-a-relationship with you was dangerous. He did genuinely enjoy your company, it didn’t hurt that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe he just couldn’t break habits from his younger days but god, he was so happy in your bed. He always made an effort to not be the one to invite you over, he liked to leave that to you. It made him feel less like a gross old man preying on younger talent. You assured him over and over that you knew that wasn’t the case, it didn’t make him feel any better.

The walk to your room was short but he still had to be careful. God forbid he runs into someone else from work and has to explain his way out of it. Luckily, he arrived at your door without any issues and knocked gently. When you pulled the door open, he could hardly believe his luck. There you stood, in just his old shirt you had borrowed a few weeks ago, hair still damp from the shower. You quickly pulled him in before someone noticed what was going on.

“That looks good on you, sweetheart” He grinned at you once the door was shut again. A light blush graced your cheeks as you looked down at your clothes.

“Thanks, I think it looked better on you though” You replied, sitting yourself gently on the edge of the bed.

He didn’t need too much invitation, seeing you in his clothes had awoken some possessive part of his soul. His shirt was discarded onto the floor and he pushed you back onto the bed, his lips capturing yours passionately. Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair and his own busied themselves getting your panties out of the way. He ended up ripping them rather than struggling them down your legs.

“Adam!” You protested

“They weren’t your colour anyway”

Before you could respond, he worked two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp. His thumb instantly found your clit as he curled his fingers to find your spot. He had you whimpering already and you pulled his mouth to yours again. He knew when you started to get close and stopped. He prided himself on being able to get you right to the edge of the cliff but pull you back. You made quick work of pulling off his jeans and straddling his hips. You weren’t usually a fan of being on top but it gave you at least a little control over him. He let out a low groan as you lowered yourself onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you look so damn pretty sitting on my dick”

Adam had always been a good talker, be it in the ring or the bedroom. He knew you loved it when he would shower you with compliments during sex. So he kept going as you started bouncing on him, his thumb once again circling your clit. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, your movements getting sloppier. He knew it too.

“That’s my girl, come for me, baby”

That almost short-circuited your brain. Not once, in the entire time you had known him, had to ever referred to you as his. Regardless, you fell apart on him a few moments later. Your body was convulsing as you collapsed onto his chest. He wasted no time in switching positions so he could plough into your pliant form. He was muttering even more praise into your ear, you were too far gone to pay attention. He finished not too long after and collapsed onto the bed next to you.

As you came down from your high, his words kept swirling in your mind. His girl. Sure, you had thought about it. Maybe you had wished for him to say something like that. But now you were terrified, what if they were just said in the heat of the moment? That felt somehow worse. You decided to quickly jump up and run to the bathroom under the guise of cleaning up.

The second the bathroom door shut, Adam slapped his hands onto his face. Why the fuck did he say that?! He knew the rules of this..thing and that definitely broke them. You were going to run for the hills and he was never going to see you again. He had to get out of here, no wonder you had ran to the bathroom so quickly, you were probably wishing he was gone already. He quickly pulled his clothes back on before knocking on the door.

“I gotta bail sweetheart, I’ve got a dinner with Vince. See you around”

Once you heard the click of the hotel door shutting, you emerged from the bathroom. Sure, he didn’t usually hand around to talk much after. Hell, what would you even say to him after that? You threw yourself onto the bed and grabbed a pillow to scream into. Maybe he knew about your growing feelings for him and he was just teasing you. Yeah, that had to be it. How embarrassing is that!

After that encounter, you decided to steer clear of Adam for a while. It wasn’t too difficult, you had both agreed a while ago that hanging out too much at work would raise too much suspicion. So you just stopped texting him. It felt strange to have him missing from your life, no congratulatory message after a win, no stupid jokes about the show after it was off the air. You threw yourself into training for your big match and tried not to think about how badly you missed him.

Adam was convinced you hated him. You hadn’t even looked in his direction for weeks, he knew he screwed up but god, not having you around hurt a lot more than he thought it would. He saw you training harder than ever, he usually wouldn't bat an eyelid at that, but he found himself worrying about you. Were you eating enough? Did you need someone to go over the match with? That was the one eating at him, he had always loved how keen you were to listen to his suggestions or give your own. You had spent hours together pitching each other matches. It was while he was bouncing ideas around with Rhea that it hit him, the realisation that he’d much rather be doing this with you.

Adam: Hey, been a while. Wanna get some room service or something?

You had been staring at that text for what felt like an age. Sure, you could use a booty call to let off some steam. But he never invited you over. An uneasy feeling settled into your stomach as you sent a quick reply. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t want to look like hell if he was inviting you over to tell you he was done with you. You dragged your feet a little as you made your way over to his room and took a deep breath before knocking on his hotel room door. He opened it almost instantly as if he had been waiting just behind it.

“Hey,” He said as he laid eyes on you. He felt like the air had been punched out of him. The first thing he noticed was how tired you looked like you had been battling a war for days. But all he could think about was how beautiful you were.

“You going to let me in?” You chuckled falsely. He nodded and stepped aside. His hotel rooms were always much more lavish than yours, you would be lucky to get a bed more than five feet away from the couch. You perched yourself on the armchair, leaving the couch to Adam.

“So, how have you been?” He asked after a few moments of awkward silence. His hands were clammy and he wasn’t quite sure where to look. You could feel the nervous energy radiating from him.

“What do you want, Adam?” You demanded. You didn’t want to be short with him but you couldn't bare a long drawn-out letdown. You’d rather rip the band-aid off.

“What? Sweetheart, I don’t want anything I’m just worr-”

“Look, if you're done with me just say it” You spat, tears already welling in your eyes. This shouldn't hurt as much as it is. You shouldn’t care as much as you do.

“Done with you? I thought you were done with me, you haven’t texted me in weeks!” He exclaimed. This is not how he wanted this to go, seeing the tears in your eyes made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. You stared at the ceiling, willing your tears to go away. Then he was on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much. Things just aren’t as fun when I don’t get to share them with you. I know this is supposed to be a casual thing and I won’t blame you if you want to walk away. But you need to know that I’ve got these feelings for you”

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you stared at him. You searched his eyes for any sign of deceit, that this was all one cruel joke. All you found was love and hopefulness. Your tears were flowing for a different reason now.

“You really mean it?” You asked shakily

“Of course I do” He replied softly

You pulled him towards you and kissed him passionately. You practically fell to the floor with him as he put you into his lap. His hand cradled your face gently as you deepened the kiss. You could taste the salt of your tears between your lips as he finally broke away for air. His thumb moved to wipe away the moisture from your eye.

“No more tears over me, OK baby?”

[honeylemonteaasblog]

Honey Lavender

summary: Writer OC and barista Taehyung falling in love

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3 k

warnings: a couple brief mentions of anxiety, too much fluff (is that a thing because I think it may be a thing???), SOPE <3 (aka sunshine Hobi and grumpy Yoongi)

Each morning you were greeted by a smiling Hoseok and a scowling Yoongi. It was always funny to you that Yoongi and Hoseok opened the cafe when Yoongi could hardly keep his eyes open, every single morning. But you guess that he really only did it for Hoseok, who was a smiling angel with coffee for you each morning. He would chat with you and ask you about whatever novel you were working on at the moment while Yoongi pretended like he wasn’t about to fall asleep standing up. But you could feel his eyes on you because despite how tired he always was, Yoongi still cared about you in a way that was completely him. Honestly, that mostly meant silently watching, but in your experience quiet acts of love often have meant the most.

You had started going to the cafe because it was a block away from your apartment. It was just far enough away that you felt like you had gone somewhere, but wasn’t so far that you couldn’t run home if you needed to. That was important because as someone who had frequent panic attacks you always wanted the ability to get home fast. You also always double knotted your laces, just in case.

Over time you found that you had fallen into a routine of sorts where you would go to the cafe in the morning, pretty close to when they opened so you could get your favorite seat, then you would work for a while. Around noon you would leave because the cafe got too busy with college students trying to eat lunch between classes or grab a breakfast because they had only just woken up.

The two baristas had become constants in your life, so it was a little bit of shock when you walked in one morning to find a new man standing behind the counter. He had this boyish look about him that made him look really adorable. His apron was tied slightly askew, but he made no move to adjust it. There was also a light dusting of powdered sugar across his face and some in his hair, but you could really only see it because his hair was a dark brown.

When you walked in he sent you the most adorable smile you’d ever seen and you think that your heart skipped a beat. It was this boxy smile that you aren’t sure you’ll ever truly forget.

A little voice in your head wondered if you could take a picture of him, but you quickly realized that would be weird. Besides you had been standing in front of the register looking at him with a dopey smile on your lips for far longer than is socially acceptable. If you were to take your phone out of your pocket you would have to stand there for even longer— not that you would have minded staring at him more. But again, it was already getting awkward because he was also just standing there smiling at you.

You physically shook your head in an effort to remove the thoughts. He seemed to smile wider at your obvious staring.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” His voice was deeper than you thought it would be. You briefly wonder what his voice would sound like in the morning after he has just woken up— No. You stop yourself right there. You don’t know this man and yet here you are picturing him just waking up. You want to hit your head against the counter. If you are lucky you might even knock some sense into yourself. At this point, you may have more rational thoughts if you had a concussion.

“Um h-hi” You stutter for the first time in a while. You used to stutter a lot when you were younger because of anxiety, but you’d been working with a therapist for a little bit now so it’d gotten better in the past year. “What would you recommend?” Anyone else in the cafe would think it was your first time because who asks for a recommendation when they already have a go to order that the normal baristas know by heart after you’ve ordered it so many times? The answer is a girl talking to a handsome stranger.

They always make the oddest choices. Even when it seems illogical to outsides, they can always find a way to rationalize it.

He tilts his head to look at you better as if he’ll be able to see into your coffee addicted heart for the perfect recommendation. “Maybe a honey lavender latte.” “Perfect. A 16 oz please.” “For here?” You nodded in response, deciding that the less you talk the less likely you are to embarrass yourself further.

When he holds your gaze a moment too long you feel yourself blush. Needless to say, you look away first.

Your favorite spot is a small booth towards the back of the cafe. If you sit on the far side your up against the window, but can still see the whole cafe. Normally it’s great in reducing your anxiety while you write. Today however, you find yourself watching the new barista more than writing and wonder if you should have sat facing the wall if only to be more productive.

You decide to call it a day because you simply aren’t going to get anything done here and the college students have started talking too energetically for having just woken up. You look up, again, to see the new barista’s eyes on you already. When he realizes your looking he shoots you that smile and it, again, makes your heart skip a beat. You turn away quickly to hide the blush that is now dusting your cheeks, but you swear that you can hear his laughter ring out from across the room. You don’t turn to make sure; you’re too afraid of what seeing his laugh would do to you. Just hearing it makes you turn to mush.

You can feel his eyes on your back as you scurry out of the cafe.

You wouldn’t want to admit to anyone that you hesitated at your door the next morning, double checking your reflection in the glass. You also wouldn’t want to admit that you might have been a little disappointed if the new guy wasn’t there again in the morning.

“My favorite customer” Hoseok’s cheerful voice rang out as soon as you opened the door. He was all smiles and greeted you like you hadn’t seen each other in months. In reality, it had only been a day. You sent him a smile because you missed him too. Hoseok has this way of making everyone a little happier and it’s intoxicating. He’s like a little dopamine hit every morning. You got addicted fast. Really, it’s no wonder that Yoongi manages to get up every morning, if only just to see Hoseok’s smile.

You glance around, but don’t see Yoongi. Hoseok must notice you look because his smile widens, if that’s even possible. “Yoongi’s gone. He went to see his family.” Hoseok’s dimming eyes makes you think that there is more to that, but it’s not your place to say anything so you send him a reassuring look instead. “So… you meet Taehyung right? Normally he works the closing shifts, but since we were gone yesterday he covered for us.” The way that Hoseok talks about Taehyung makes you think that they’re close.

Taehyung must have heard his name because the young man from yesterday comes out of the backroom. He once again has a light dusting of powdered sugar across his face which makes you wonder how one manages to do the same thing twice in a row, but really who are you to judge when you don’t even remember the last time you baked anything.

“Honey Lavender” He says as a greeting and it makes you blush, again. He must realize what he does to you, right? The little smirk that you catch on his face makes you think he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Hoseok’s eyes bounce between the two of you, curiosity and excitement shinning in them. Mercifully, he keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t say anything. He just moves towards the side to clean a coffee machine and let Taehyung take your order instead.

“What can I get for you?” He sounds a little amused and you glance away to remind yourself that he is only a man. He may be handsome and make you feel all gooey inside like a freshly baked brownie, but at the end of the day he is just a man. Your eyes flick to the man before you, pointedly ignoring Hoseok who is shamelessly staring at you from behind the machine that he is fake cleaning. He’s not even trying to make it look believable as he leans against the counter with a smirk.

“H-honey Lavender Latte” Your voice is quiet and shook a little, but when you see a boxy smile break out across his face you can’t help but smile too. You feel a little bit of confidence bubble up inside yourself at being able to make him smile like that. “So you liked it?” His voice doesn’t actually sound like he’s asking you about coffee and it makes your cheeks even heat further. His smile widened. You simply nod and look down as if the ground might swallow you whole just to provide you a little bit of relief from his heated gaze.

Finally, after slightly too long, but that might have been your own imagination, he moves on with punching your order in and making your coffee. When you go up to get it from the counter he slides you a lemon bar too. The lemon bar is covered in powdered sugar and it makes you glance up at his powdered sugar dusted face. “On the house.” His eyes watch you as you practically run to your table, murmuring a thank you that is too quiet for him to hear well. When you look over after holding off for as long as you possibly can he and Hoseok are huddled together whispering to each other. Hoseok tosses a look over his shoulder and you quickly look back down to the practically empty word doc.

You got very little writing done. However, you did spend longer than you normally do in the cafe.

You linger outside the cafe for a while trying to calm your nerves. You’re not following your normal routine and it’s throwing you off. You had gone to get some writing done in the morning, but Taehyung wasn’t there. Hoseok and Yoongi had teased you relentlessly for a while about it, until there was a blush covering your cheeks and you practically ran away to hide behind your computer screen. They both laughed but promised that they would stop if you wanted them to. And they had said it with such seriousness that you believed them.

But a little part of you liked that they were encouraging your obvious crush. You like to think that if they didn’t support it they would not be egging you on. They are obviously friends with your new favorite barista.

That’s how you found yourself standing outside the cafe that evening. You wanted to see Taehyung again. You didn’t want to admit that, but you are also finding it harder and harder to ignore it. Instead of peaking around the corner again like an absolute creep you force yourself inside.

When he looks up he immediately smiles and you feel butterflies in your stomach. You aren’t sure when the last time was that someone had easily showed that they cared for you. That they were happy to see you. He turns his attention to you and he’s looking at you with this deliberate look, like he is trying to see into your very soul. He’s looking at you like he wants to know you. And not just at the surface level but like he wants to know about all the little pieces that are tucked away in the shadowed crevices of your heart. Honestly, that alone terrifies you.

“Hi.” His voice is softer than normal like he sees just how nervous you really are and doesn’t want to spook you.

“Hi.” Your voice is really quiet and people in the cafe are talking so you aren’t sure if Taehyung could hear you. But you think he does because he smiles again. “What can I get for you, Honey Lavender?”

“Something without caffeine. It makes me jumpy at night.” You briefly wonder why you are telling him this, but you find that you trust him. You find that you want to tell him about yourself. That should scare you, but you realize that it doesn’t scare you as much as you thought that it would. Instead, you feel this relief and you aren’t sure anyone has ever made you feel like that before.

“Hot chocolate?” In response, you nod eagerly, wondering when you last had hot chocolate. Your too busy in your own head to realize how Taehyung eagerly takes you in. Your smile always makes him smile back. He wonders if you realize how adorable you are or if you go through life with a sort of ignorance.

Taehyung however could never not notice your smile. You draw him in so effortlessly that it makes him giddy. With you all he wants to do is laugh, make you laugh, and listen to your laugh. You make him feel carefree again and as a man that often feels like the weight of the world is on his shoulders that is the most precious thing anyone could offer him. So making you smile makes him feel like his day was successful.

This time you didn’t have a novel to run to which made the wait for your hot chocolate more awkward. So instead you watched Taehyung make your hot chocolate. You saw him carefully make the drink with a smile on his face. It was like he genuinely loved working at the cafe. But a little part of you also hoped that he was smiling because he liked making you a drink. And that he liked it when you came into the cafe.

That part of you also hoped that you got stuck in his head just as much as he was stuck in yours. It was only fair, right?

Weeks later you finished the draft of your novel and as you skimmed through some of the scenes, you realized that Wyn, your MMC was oddly familiar.

Now that you think about it, his floppy brown hair and stunning smile does somewhat resemble your new favorite barista. He’s got this adorable charm about him that captivates the other characters. Instead of making coffee and free-powdered-sugar-dusted lemon bars, he’s a florist. However, that doesn’t stop him from drinking coffee all the time and he harbors a love for baking chocolate chip cookies in the evenings as a way to destress.

When Wyn and Naomi started living together he would make her hot chocolate in the evenings. They would be a little different depending on the season. It had started because Naomi was a pumpkin spice latte kind of girl despite having a strong dislike for chain coffee shops and exclusively frequented small independently owned cafes around town. Then Wyn couldn’t not make peppermint hot chocolate in the winter, but soon it became their thing.

And it oddly reminded you of Taehyung and the night that he made you a hot chocolate. Then, the subsequent nights that Taehyung made you flavored hot chocolates, claiming that he needed to test flavor combinations. Specifically Taehyung had wanted to know if honey would be a good sweetener for hot chocolate. Taehyung was adamant that it was perfect. You hadn’t been sure so you demanded that he make another one with this look that made him laugh. Little did you know that he would make anything you asked for.

You hadn’t realized that Taehyung had wormed his way into your heart. And you definitely hadn’t realized that you’re thankful for it. Normally when people get close to you, you freak out a little bit and distance yourself because most of the time it is so much easier to be alone then let someone hurt you. Looking at Taehyung now, you realize that he might just be worth any pain in the future.

The man patiently listening to an older woman at the counter while she goes on about something irritating her because he can tell that she has no one else to complain to, might be worth it. And the man who started slipping you different desserts and claiming that he needed taste testers, might be worth it. And certainly the Taehyung that looks at you with heart eyes, like you might just be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life, is worth it.

He might just be worth all the pain that could come. You find that you might welcome that pain if it allows you to be with this man even if it’s for a limited time.

You must have been staring off into space when he slipped into the seat in front of you; thankfully you weren’t looking in Taehyung’s direction without realizing. That would have been awkward.

“Hi.” He watches you like you are the most important thing to him. He watches you with such intensity that you really want to look away, but at the same time his gaze just ensnares you and you aren’t sure if you are physically able to look away.

Later you’ll learn that you really are the most precious thing to him. And he’ll admit that he looks at you with so much intensity to remind himself that you really are here. You aren’t a part of his imagination or a dream that he doesn’t want to wake up from. Rather he wants to wake up from all his dreams just to get back to the real world all because you’re in the real world. This is also why he’ll always want to be holding your hand, which is another physical reminded that you’re real.

“Hi.” You are really happy that your voice comes out at least a little strong. You watch his eyes flicker to your lips as you speak. You swear he might be able to hear your heart thudding in your chest.

“I’ve really liked getting to know you these past weeks.” His voice comes out a little wobbly and it makes your heart melt. You feel your eyes soften as you watch him. “Are you free to get dinner sometime next week?”

“Like a date?” You want to cringe at your only response, but when Taehyung bares his heart to you like this you find yourself dumbstruck. He smiles in response and his own eyes soften at whatever emotion he must see on your face.

“Like a date.” His voice is so much stronger than it was a few moments ago. His smile is widening by the second and he looks like he is about to leap out of his seat and across the table just to be able to sit next to you. It is like any distance between the two of you physically hurts him.

“I’d love that.” You smile at him and decide that despite whatever happens next you will never regret this decision. You will never regret opening your heart up to him with the hope that he will hold is carefully. You promise yourself that despite any pain that may come, you will not hate yourself for wanting to believe the best from a man that has only showed you kindness.You never want to regret exploring the possibility of happiness.

So you take the leap of faith and lean into the love that Taehyung is offering you. You think that you knew deep down that he would catch you. You just hope that he’ll never let you go because you don’t want to learn how to live without him again.

[bloody-bee-tea]

June of (minimal) Doom 2024 Day 10 - Can you hear me?

Suguru is on his way to Satoru’s apartment, a bag of take out food dangling from his hand. He hasn’t seen Satoru in almost three days, which isn’t technically that long, but given their usually unhealthily co-dependent relationship it feels like ages and Suguru’s skin is almost itching with the need to hurry it up even more, just so he can get to Satoru faster.

Maybe Shoko is on to something when she says there’s something seriously wrong with them, Suguru thinks, but it’s not as if either he or Satoru care about it, so it’s all fine.

And now that he thought about it, Suguru does walk a bit faster, the need to see Satoru too strong to keep to his leisurely pace and with every step he takes he gets more excited.

They don’t have much planned for today, just a movie and dinner, because exam season has kicked both their asses in very different ways and so they didn’t have the time to do this before but now they are both done and can go back to their regular routine, meaning they’ll get to see each other again daily.

It’s something Suguru was looking forward to so much that it feels as if it’s the only thing that carried him through all his exams.

Suguru is just debating sending Satoru a text, letting him know that he’s almost there, when his phone rings with Satoru’s signature ringtone.

It’s an obnoxious cover of one of the Digimon theme songs that Satoru set for himself ages ago and somehow Suguru has never gotten around to changing it and he doubts that he ever will.

He’s grown fond of it, strangely enough, and so he picks up the call with a smile already fixed on his face.

“Yo, Satoru, what’s up?” he greets him with, only to be met by laboured breathing.

“Suguru?” Satoru whispers before Suguru can ask what’s going on. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah. What’s going on, Satoru, why are you whispering?” Suguru wants to know and there’s a moment of silence that somehow makes Suguru tense.

“Someone broke into my apartment,” Satoru finally manages to say and immediately Suguru goes cold all over.

“What? Call the police, Satoru, not me!” he rushes out, having half a mind to simply hang up on Satoru so he can do just that, but Satoru stops him.

“I did, I’m not completely stupid,” he hisses out and even with his voice as quiet as he is, Suguru knows he’s pouting. “I just called you after, cause I know you’re on your way.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Suguru confirms, even though he has already started to run, so he’ll probably make it in three. Two if he’s lucky.

“No, don’t come, are you crazy? I saw a knife, it’s not safe!” Satoru rushes out and Suguru does not want to imagine what should happen should the intruder find Satoru.

“Where are you?” he asks, tries to keep his voice and breathing even enough to fool Satoru.

“Hiding in the closet, like some cliché heroine,” Satoru mutters and then falls quiet again, which only makes worry spurn in Suguru’s stomach.

“Are you safe?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru huffs.

“Don’t know. As long as he doesn’t find me, probably. But I think he’s looking for me and not some valuables, so who knows.”

“Fuck,” Suguru hisses and even though this is not the first assassin that was sent after Satoru because of his family, it never gets easier to bear.

So far Satoru has gotten lucky because no on managed to lay a hand on him yet, but having someone in his apartment right now, probably with the explicit purpose of killing him is definitely the closest someone has gotten.

“I’ll be fine until the police—” Satoru starts to say but then there’s a bang and a hissed “Fuck” before a new voice says “Found you, pretty boy!”

Suguru doesn’t even hesitate, he breaks out into a full blown sprint, the bag with their food dropped somewhere, and he doesn’t bother to pocket his phone either, he keeps it pressed to his ear in case he can hear what’s going on.

But there’s only some noise on the other end, probably from Satoru and the intruder struggling and Suguru pushes himself that much more, running as fast as he never did before.

He doesn’t stop to think once he reaches Satoru’s house, he simply bursts through the door and practically flies up the stairs until he reaches Satoru’s apartment.

The door is ajar, which serves Suguru just fine, because he bursts in, immediately making his way to the bedroom where Satoru said he was hiding. Suguru throws his phone onto the couch as he passes it and rushes towards where he now can hear the sounds of struggling.

It takes him not even a second to take the situation in, Satoru pressed against the wall, barely able to hold off the knife the intruder is aiming at his throat, and then Suguru is already slamming into the guy attacking Satoru.

The force of the impact throws the intruder into the wall, where he slumps, probably caught off guard, and while Suguru reaches out for Satoru to push him behind himself, he isn’t so stupid to take his eyes off the intruder.

If he’s really an assassin then it wouldn’t to do underestimate him after all.

“Are you hurt?” Suguru asks, making sure that Satoru stays behind him and as far away from the intruder as he can while also positioning himself in a way that will make it hard for the intruder to flee.

Satoru said he already called the police, they shouldn’t be much farther behind Suguru if that is the case.

“No, Suguru,” Satoru whispers and briefly fists his hand into Suguru’s shirt. “You shouldn’t have come," he then adds as if there was ever a chance in hell that Suguru would just leave him to his own devices when someone was trying to kill him.

“Tough luck,” Suguru gives back, and he falls into the familiar stance right before a fight when he sees the intruder moving.

Suguru might not be an assassin but he is the holder of several national and international championships in at least four different fighting styles, so he’s definitely not going down without a fight.

The intruder seems to realise that with one look, because he matches Suguru in his stance and his speed when he launches himself at Suguru is almost surprising.

The adrenaline is on Suguru’s side though, so he easily parries the attack and then they are off. Fists and legs are flying faster than Suguru can consciously comprehend and he just relies on his instincts. Suguru manages to hold the intruder off and while it’s clear that he’s good, it’s also clear that he isn’t used to fighting hand to hand like this, probably a side effect of being an assassin.

Suguru is confident in his ability to fend him off and keep him occupied until the police arrives and just as he’s thinking it, two officers barge into the bedroom.

“Freeze!” one of them yells and Suguru immediately falls back, getting back to Satoru to get out of the officers’ way.

“That’s the intruder!” Satoru yells out and points at the would-be assassin and immediately two guns are pointed on him, leaving him with no choice but to raise his hands in defeat.

Suguru still doesn’t trust it, keeping a vigilant eye on the intruder, but to his surprise he comes easily, letting himself be cuffed with almost no struggle at all and just like that, it’s over.

“Fucking hell,” Suguru whispers out, finally deflating and a second later Satoru is almost crushing him in a hug.

“Are you hurt? Suguru, are you hurt?” he frantically asks, and only relaxes when Suguru shakes his head.

“No, I’m not. Are you? Did he manage to get you with the knife?” he asks in return, pushing Satoru away so he can tilt his head back and inspect his throat.

There’s a shallow cut on there, letting Suguru know just how close he came to losing Satoru, but other than that he seems fine.

“I’m good,” Satoru gives back and it feels as if time stands still when Satoru’s eyes find his.

“Thank the gods,” Suguru breathes out and rests their foreheads together, simply breathing and relishing the fact that Satoru is safe and sound and still right here.

“Excuse me,” one of the officers interrupts them and Satoru and Suguru spring apart as if they were caught doing something forbidden.

They don’t get a moment to themselves after that for almost two hours; they are interrogated and checked out by the paramedics that were called and it’s only after they both gave their statements several times to what feels like several different people that they are being left alone.

They are supposed to come into the station tomorrow, for what Suguru assumes are going to be more questions and they both had to give their contact information in case questions popped up even sooner than that, but for now, they are the only two people left in the apartment.

It’s eerily quiet for a moment before Satoru turns towards Suguru.

“We’re going to your place,” he decides and Suguru immediately nods, because it’s not as if he wants to spend any more time in this apartment right now, either.

“Pack what you need, you’re going to stay for a while,” Suguru says, and accompanies Satoru into the bedroom.

It’s highly unlikely that there is someone else in the apartment, not with how thoroughly the police searched the place up and down, but Suguru doesn’t feel right, letting Satoru out of his sight and he probably won’t for a while.

Shoko is going to absolutely love this, he wryly thinks and makes a mental note to call her soon. She’s going to be furious if she has to find out about this through the paper or something.

“All done,” Satoru suddenly says, apparently having packed while Suguru was lost in thought and Suguru doesn’t think too much about it when he reaches out to take Satoru’s hand in his.

“Then let’s go home,” he decides and Satoru squeezes his hand, following along without a comment.

It’s unnerving, the way Satoru stays quiet all the way to Suguru’s apartment but Suguru decides to only bring it up once they are inside. The day has been harrowing enough, they don’t need to have this conversation out in the open.

“What’s going on?” Suguru asks once Satoru is safely inside his apartment, seated on the couch and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.

“You came for me,” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru with such a look of confusion that it makes Suguru frown immediately.

“Of course I did,” he gives back, because it’s not as if he ever even thought of not coming for Satoru.

“Why? You could have gotten hurt,” Satoru breathes out and now the shaking sets in.

Suguru has been waiting for that for a while, if he’s being honest but it seems Satoru only now relaxed enough to really feel the aftereffects.

“So could you,” Suguru gives back and sits down next to Satoru, carefully taking the cup out of his hands. “I wasn’t about to take that chance.”

“The police—”

“Would have been too late,” Suguru interrupts him and forces himself to not think about that possibility too hard.

“I called you so you wouldn’t come,” Satoru says again and Suguru sighs, taking Satoru’s hands in his.

“And I’m telling you that there’s no universe out there where I would have listened to you. You were in danger; I will always come for you.”

When he hears that Satoru’s breathing goes a little bit unsteady and becomes way too fast for Suguru’s liking, so he pulls him into a hug again.

“What if I lost you? I can’t lose you, Suguru, what if—” Satoru gasps out, fisting his hands in Suguru’s shirt and Suguru sighs.

“I’m right here, Satoru, nothing happened. I’m fine,” he adds. “And the same goes for you, you know. I feel the same, I cannot lose you, Satoru, not ever, so of course I had to come.”

That makes Satoru sob and Suguru only holds him tighter until he calms down again.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to Satoru’s hair and since Satoru doesn’t make any motion to pull away from him, Suguru moves them on the couch until the can lay down, Satoru curled into his side.

“Thank you,” Satoru says after a while, pressing his face into the crook of Suguru’s neck. “Thank you, Suguru.”

“Always,” Suguru gives back, because there really is no universe out there where Suguru would ever let Satoru get hurt and he knows he would do it a hundred times over if it means keeping Satoru safe.

Satoru only hums and finally relaxes fully and Suguru is more than happy to stay awake and keep watch over him for today. They next few days will be stressful enough as it is and he’ll make sure to give Satoru as much security as he can.

[sentientcave]

Part 1 - Part 2

Contains: Gals being pals, homoerotic speculation, brief mentions of alcohol and kink (conversationally)

SFW - Word Count: ~2.8k

You only had a few days to get used to living with Soap before she was gone again, but now, without her exuberant presence, the apartment feels emptier than it did when it was just you living there. You fall into a familiar pattern, running the occasional errand, but mostly just getting up, getting coffee, going to work and going home. It’s… lonelier than you expected.

You’re not sure when to expect her back. When you’d asked, she’d just laughed. “As long as it takes, kitty. Dinnae worry. I’ll have Katie send ye the rent if I’m no’ back before month end.” She didn’t explain who Katie was, and you were a bit afraid to ask. She’d probably just tell you that it’s a classified matter anyway.

The idea that she could be gone that long, or even longer, makes your stomach clench with worry. Perhaps you’ve only known Jamie for a week or so, really, but she’s already gotten under your skin and made a home for herself. There’s signs of her all over your apartment too— The big green couch, her 3 in 1 soap in the shower (That you’re pretty sure she didn’t use once during the days she’d been there, electing instead to use your products), her winter jacket in the closet, her ‘going out’ boots in the hall. A picture of her and her cousins stuck to the fridge with a Rangers Football Club magnet. It’s the only picture you have of her, and it’s many years old, featuring a gangly, teenaged Jamie that hadn’t filled out into the powerhouse of a woman that you’d met.

You’re wiling away the hours at work, when your favourite barista, Alex, comes in after her shift and chats with you while she browses the romance section. She only ever buys the ones with horny oil paintings on the cover. For the aesthetic, she says, but you're pretty sure she's just a harlequin fan. You can’t blame her. You love a good romance too.

"You ever go to those workshops?" she asks while you’re cashing her out. She gestures at the board behind you. "I've been thinking about going to the ropes one, but haven't worked up the courage to go alone."

"No! I probably should sometime. I think my landlord runs one of them. I'm not sure which though." You slide her books into a paper bag and hand her the receipt.

"Here. I'll give you my number in case you ever want someone to go with. I think it could be fun." She scribbles down her number on the back of her receipt and slides it back across the counter to you with a smile. “I’ve been thinking about—”

The door jangles. “Heya, kitty!” It’s Jamie, grinning ear to ear, a freshly healed scar on her chin and a bandage on her arm, covering half of her SAS tattoo. She sidles past Alex and comes around the counter to hug you tightly. She smells like sweat and gunpowder. She must have come straight to you after getting home. “Missed ya. Been a right slog the last few weeks. Ghost got hisself shot and ugh, he’s all fine out in the field, carryin’ on no problem, but as soon as we’re back at the safe house he’s cryin’ about how much he needs me tae take care of him. Just an absolute wet biscuit of a man.” She glances over at Alex, like she hadn’t even noticed her standing there. “Oh, hello, cutie. Sorry, didnae mean to interrupt.” Her eyes zero in on the reciept with the phone number scrawled across it.

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s fine,” Alex says nervously. “Are you— Um—”

“Alex, this is Jamie. She’s my new roommate. Jamie, Alex. She works at the coffee shop down the way.”

Jamie sticks a hand out, but leaves her other arm wrapped around you. “Nice ta meet you. Been in there a couple times but ye must work the mornin’ shift, aye? I’m always due on base early mornin’.”

“So, you’re, um, military?” Alex asks. She winces slightly when Soap shakes her hand.

“Sure am. Sorry, hen, didnae mean to squeeze so hard. Ye get used to it bein’ a bloody cock measuring contest with the lads on base. Gotta adjust for civvies.” She smiles apologetically. “What were you girlies goin’ on about before I came in? Don’t want to leave your conversation unfinished before I get to monopolizin’ our girl’s time, aye?”

“We were just talking about the workshops. On the board. Alex mentioned that she was thinking about going to the ropes one.”

“Is that the one yer handsome landlord runs?” Soap asked. “And is it like, knots for boats and whatnot, or the fun kind? Wouldnae mind tyin’ ye up, kitty.”

“I’m… Not sure. It’s kind of unclear, but there’s an email listed. I’ll get some clarification.” You give Soap a side-long glance. She looks a bit more excited than you’re sure what to do with. “And besides that, there’s no way I’m letting you tie me up.”

The light in her eyes only gets more intense. “You gonna tie me up, kitty? Have yer way with me?”

Alex clears her throat, looking a bit nervous. “Well, um. I’ll see you around. Text me and let me know about the course. Or if you just want to hang out. I’m free after one like every day.”

“I can also keep you apprised of when we get a truck-load of harlequins in, give you the first go through,” you say. “I’ll see you Wednesday, eh?”

“Yeah. Bright and early.” She smiles at you. “And, um, nice to meet you, Jamie the roommate.”

“See ye around, Alex the coffee girl.” Soap waited for the door to close behind Alex before she spoke again. “Looks like she’s got a little crush on ye, kitty. Didnae know I had so much competition.”

You roll your eyes. “She doesn’t. She’s just being friendly.”

“Oh sure, kitty. Me too.” Soap withdrew a step and leaned against the counter. “Ye want to come out for a pint tonight? It’s a tradition, with me and the lads. We go out, get blootered, captain goes home early, Gaz flirts with someone’s girlfriend, and then we have a scrap outside an’ Ghost breaks it up. Ye can help him, it’ll be good ta have another voice’f reason to balance us out.”

“I think a pint is a far cry from, er, getting blootered,” you say, laughing. “But sure. I don’t start work till eleven tomorrow. I can stand to get a little silly. So long as you’re sure the lads don’t mind. I don’t want to overstep.”

“No’ possible. They like you a lot. Maybe a little too much, if ye ask me. I’m goan to head home and get cleaned up, aye? Do ye mind if I eat the leftovers in the fridge? I’m starvin’.”

“You already ate them, didn’t you?” you ask. There was really no other reason why she would know that there were leftovers to eat.

“Weal. Yes. But yer a kind soul, kitty. I knew ye’d say yes. I’ll buy all yer drinks tonight tae make up for it.”

“Oh fine,” you say. It’s hard to even imagine being mad at her. You suspect that it’s a waste of energy, when she’s just a big puppy dog of a person. Scolding her for anything isn’t likely to change her behaviour, it’s just going to make her feel terrible during the scolding. And you don’t quite have the heart to scold Soap, with her big blue eyes. “I was going to go round to the shops tonight, so maybe you can go tomorrow? I have a list, and I can give you money for it. I just work till five and I won’t have a chance.”

“I can do tha’, kitty. When d’ye get off work today? Three?”

“Five. A couple more hours. Shouldn’t be long.”

“Hours! Aw, c’mon, kitty.” She pouted, as though that were going to get you out of work any faster. “Can’t ye close up early? There’s no one here.”

“Jamie, it’s my job. If I closed up early every time I felt like it I wouldn’t have a job for very long, and then you’d be the one looking for a new roommate.”

Jamie grumbled about how she wouldn’t let that happen, as if she had any control over the state of your finances, but headed home to shower without too much more complaining, although she rather disconcertingly mentioned offhand, as she was heading out the door, that she would go through your closet and find you something cute to wear. You really hoped that didn’t mean pull everything out of your dresser drawers and make a mess.

Things pick up at the shop enough to keep you from dwelling on what Jamie was up to— And she was uncharacteristically quiet on her end as well, only texting you once with a blurry picture of Red Herring scampering down the hallway captioned with CREATURE SIGHTING, and a second one of her and Red cuddled up on the couch, faces smushed together. You take a sneaky picture of a customer with a yellow coat and bright orange boots with Big Bird: Confirmed written across it. You’re careful to leave their face out of frame, but you do feel a bit bad about it, and elect to ‘accidentally’ not ring through one of the books, giving it to them for free instead. The return text makes your transgression against public decency almost worth it.

LMFAOOO&lt;

Finally, it’s time to lock up the store and walk home. It gets dark early now, and the sun is already setting over your street, the shadows growing long, the gold light of dusk painting the edges of the clouds, and the buildings with a little gilt paint. It feels good to know that Jamie’s home. You feel like you can breathe properly again, like you’d been holding your breath for weeks and weeks, not knowing if she was alright. You’d been sleepwalking through your days, and you’re finally awake again, able to appreciate the colour of the sky and the half-familiar and familiar faces you walk by. You know you must be smiling, because you get plenty of smiles in return.

Happiness is an infectious thing.

You check the mailbox for the usual pile of flyers and bills, and sort through them on the way up the stairs. Mostly just junk, and your internet and credit card bills. And an envelope with so many stamps on it that your address is written off to the side in cramped letters. There’s no return address on it.

You unlock the door and drop your bag to the side, in it’s usual spot. Soap’s work boots are neatly placed beside the nearly identical ‘going out’ boots, dusty and worn in from the weeks away. Jamie is sitting at the table, scribbling in a notebook, Red Herring sitting on the table beside her, bapping at the end of her pen every time it approaches his side of the notebook.

"Hm-- Oh! Hi, kitty!" Jamie closes the notebook, tucking her pen inside, and gets up from her seat at the table. Her hair is wet, down around her shoulders to air dry, and she's wearing a tank top and a pair of black boxer shorts with a skull pelvis on them. You suspect that they belong to Ghost. The idea that he wears skulls all the way down to his skivvies makes you like him even more.

Are they dating? You're not sure what the rules are for military relationships, but you suspect that a lieutenant dating a sergeant is not allowed under usual circumstances. Not that you could blame them. Ghost is huge and actually pretty sweet, under the growly voice and mask. He was covered in cat hair by the time he'd gone home, all those weeks ago, because Red liked him so much. And Jamie was a tall, beautiful, muscled-up amazon woman. And they had their whole warriors bond thing going on. It wouldn't be a surprise for them to be interested in each other. The flirting she’s been doing with you is likely no more than just playful fun. You don’t really mind, you just have to keep yourself from reading into it too much.

“Welcome home, by the way,” you say as Soap grabs you into an even tighter hug than before. “I missed you. And I was starting to get worried.”

“You didnae get my letter?” she asked.

“Letter?” you ask. You hold up the envelope with all the stamps. “This?”

“Oh! Guess it didnae make it back before I did. No time to read it right now, kitty. Ye’ve got ta get ready.” She pulls the stack of mail from your hand and tosses it down on the counter before dragging you down the hallway towards your room.

“Do I have time to shower?” you ask mildly.

“Do ye need to?” Soap leans in and sniffs you audibly, trying not to laugh. “Smell fine to me, kitty.”

You giggle and swat her away. “I could smell better."

“Bah. Fine. I’ll wait in yer room, I found a few cute outfits for ye.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be a few, if you want to get ready yourself.”

“Psshh, it only takes me a minute. Want ye to help me with my eyeliner too, if you don’t mind. Ye do that little swooptie thing? Whenever I try tha’ I cannae get them even.”

“Of course.”

You shower and towel dry your body, before you wrap it around yourself. It's one of those nice extra big ones that actually covers everything. You bought it after making a mad dash across the hall when Fern's boyfriend was staying over, trying not to flash him, and made the decision immediately after to not go through that kind of stress again. He had become a too-regular presence in your home to ignore in the months before Fern moved in with him.

Jamie makes you try on five different outfits before letting you settle on a skirt that hits around the knee and a flowy yellow tank top, and she finally goes to get dressed herself while you dab on makeup and fix your hair. After weeks apart, having Soap back is refreshing, even if she does have a low tolerance for personal space. Out in the field, that closeness is probably necessary, it probably keeps her and her teammates alive, but here it only serves to fluster you and set your off balance. Jamie doesn’t seem at all aware what effect she has on you, and her flippant, flirty comments don’t help matters either.

Helping her do her makeup is the trickiest part, really. She’s twitchy and fidgety, and you end up pinning her flat to the flat to your bed, one hand holding her jaw and the other holding your eyeliner pen, a knee on either side of her rib cage. The angle is awkward when you do the other eye, and you have to lean in closer, steadying your wrist against her forehead. You don’t remove your hand from her jaw until you’ve finished either, well aware that she’ll start talking the moment you release her and make it impossible to finish up neatly.

“There!” you say, sitting back to admire your handiwork. She blinks up at you for a long moment, her blue eyes made all the more bright by the contrasting band of black on her upper lid. “Actually—” You twist and grab your makeup bag, and grab her face again, adding a swipe of peachy pink lip-gloss to her mouth.

Uncharacteristically, she just lays there for a moment, still quiet, looking dazed and flushed. For a moment, you feel a rush of… Well, you would hesitate to call it euphoria, but there’s a certain satisfaction in rendering Soap speechless and pink, when she’s an amazon, and you’re just a round little woman who’s idea of a workout is stocking shelves and crating books around.

But then again, you are sitting directly on her diaphragm, and you know you aren’t light. “Oh, goodness, I’m squishing you, aren’t I?” you scramble to get off of her, and offer her a helping hand up. “We should get going.”

“Right. Yeah. O’course, kitty. Let’s go.” She pulls in a deep breath, shaking off the daze, her familiar devastating grin sliding back into place. “Wouldnae want to keep the lads waiting, aye?”

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you think, just maybe, she does want to keep them waiting. You snag a cardigan from your closet and stop to to give Redd Herring a scritch behind the ears before you follow her out into the hallway and lock up the apartment.

She offers you her arm, like she’s some kind of gentleman (which she would not be, even if she was a man), and you take it, looking forward to the night out.

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Falling For the Devil [Part two: "The One-Sided Pining"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your journalistic sleuthing skills helped you break a case for Nelson, Murdock, and Page. They meet you at a coffee shop so you can hand over the documents you uncovered.

Or

You internally pine over Matt while Karen and Marci pitiably watch you as a pretty blonde interrupts to give Matt her number.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 2.3k

a/n: Once again, sharing a few of these installments from AO3 over on my tumblr now! Trying to get a few of them up today (there are 74 parts currently on my AO3). You can find the list of installments currently on tumblr for this series here or on my Masterlist!

You took a sip of the warm coffee, letting it calm your nerves as you stared at the manilla folder in front of you. Thankfully the four of them were finally making their way towards your table near the window, their own coffees in hand. You had been here anxiously waiting for them to arrive for the last fifteen minutes, having only vaguely filled Karen in over the phone.

"Hey," you greeted the group as they reached the table. "So I think I found what you needed for that case you're working on."

Karen settled into a chair on your right, setting her coffee on the table so she could shrug out of her coat. Marci was taking the seat beside her, shooting you a friendly smile as Foggy seated himself next to her, clearly too nervous to take off his own coat as his fingers drummed on his coffee cup. Matt, who you had become all too aware of every time you were around him over these past three months, was setting his coffee and folded cane onto the table beside you. And then he was sliding out the chair next to you and settling into it, slipping out of his black winter coat. His arm bumped into yours and your cheeks instantly burned as they often did any time he touched you, accidental or otherwise. 

"Sorry," he muttered beside you. 

"It's fine," you answered quietly, eyes darting away.

Karen raised a brow in your direction, a knowing look on her face. She had already called you out on your ridiculous one-sided crush on Matt months ago. You'd been at her apartment for a girl's night with her and Marci and ever since that night when you’d accidentally word vomited how attracted you were to Matt they had kept trying to convince you it wasn't a one-sided thing at all. Apparently the pair of them saw something you didn't.

But Matt had never asked you on a date after that first night at Josie’s three months ago, even after asking for your number that evening. You assumed you were only friends. He did, after all, use your number to invite you out to Josie’s again four days later with Karen, Foggy, and Foggy’s girlfriend Marci. Clearly it had not been a date. He had even walked you home that night and told you he’d called because all three of them had enjoyed spending time with you that previous Monday night and wanted to see you again–not just him. You had somehow become the interesting and quirky new friend among the group with, as Matt called it, the ‘unique and charming ability to make a situation highly amusing and uncomfortable in seconds.’ And there was clearly nothing sexy about that.

"So what'd you find?" Karen pressed, leaning her elbows onto the table towards you, her eyes darting down to the folder in front of you.

"A name," you told them. "A company name, at least."

Karen’s eyes widened as she exchanged a look with Marci beside her. Foggy's fingers only drummed faster on his coffee cup. The five of you had been trying to dig into this for a couple of weeks now for one of the clients at Nelson, Murdock, and Page. Foggy had even brought Marci in on it for help because they’d been so desperate.

"And how did you get that?" Matt asked, leaning in towards you as well, a frown fixed to his mouth just under his dark glasses. 

You cleared your throat nervously, tapping your fingers along the manilla folder. "I uh, may have pretended to be an employee," you muttered, shrinking a little in your chair as you felt Matt's burning gaze on you behind the dark lenses. "At night. After–after swiping an ID card."

"That does not sound safe," Foggy called out. 

"No," Matt nearly growled beside you, jaw clenched, "it doesn't. The security guards could have caught you. Or worse."

You let out a nervous laugh, both of your hands rising to grip the warm coffee between your hands for comfort. "I actually got the information from the guard," you admitted sheepishly. 

Karen's brows shot up to her forehead as she leaned in further across the table. "How?" she asked.

Your eyes darted to your coffee as your cheeks reddened again. "I flirted with him?" you admitted nervously.

There was a brief pause before the table erupted in laughter. Even Matt's stern expression gave way to a faint upward curve on his lips. You rolled your eyes and slid further into your chair, burying your face in your hands.

"I'm sorry," Marci said behind a hand, trying to control the laughter, "I know this is serious but I just–I can't picture how that worked out."

"I've seen your flirting," Karen agreed, "it is…something, that's for sure."

"Well clearly it was successful enough since the guy told me what I needed to know!" you shot back, cheeks further reddening.

"Or he took pity," Marci teased lightly.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head and leaning forward, your focus on the manilla folder. "Okay, well, if we're all done laughing at my awkwardness as per usual," you grumbled, "I have proof of all of those shell companies linking back to a Pessel Corporation."

"Pessel?" Matt asked curiously, his tone and expression shifting back to serious. 

"Yeah," you answered, opening the folder. 

You passed a set of papers around to everyone at the table before sliding a couple of sheets towards Matt. His hand instinctively darted out, his lips parting no doubt about to tell you he couldn't read the paper, but his mouth abruptly closed, his head tilting to the side. You saw his mouth twitch at the corner as his fingertips brushed across the page again. A warmth filled you at the faint smile that grew on his lips.

"I had to go further to find a print shop that had a braille printer," you told him gently. And then you cleared your throat, your attention returning to the others who had already been reading the papers. "That should be everything you need to help your client prove that it was Pessel who was behind the thing of which I'm not supposed to know about," you told them. "All public knowledge just very well-hidden."

"Shit," Foggy breathed out, eyes wide as he skimmed the papers. "Yeah, this will do it. Matt, this is exactly what we needed!"

"Glad to be of help," you said, sitting back in your chair and taking a triumphant sip of your coffee. "If you have future need of my sleuthing skills and awkward flirting, don't hesitate to ask."

Matt's shoulder bumped yours and you bit your lip, basking in the satisfied grin on his face directed at you. "I might have future use for one of those," he teased you. 

You felt your heart flutter in your chest, sweat dampening your palms as they rested along the paper coffee cup. Turning your head away, unsure of how to respond to Matt's occasional flirtatious comments, you spotted Karen and Marci both shooting you very pointed looks. But a beautiful blonde approaching the table just behind them instantly caught your eye and you frowned, noticing her eyes glued to Matt directly beside you. You knew exactly what was coming next because it had happened often whenever you were out with Matt. Immediately your shoulders fell and you slumped over the table, chewing a thumbnail in frustration. You wished desperately that you could just turn and grab Matt and kiss him hard before she could even open her mouth so she would just turn back around and walk away. 

But Matt wasn't yours and jealousy didn't suit you. And now you were just thinking about kissing his flawless lips again.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt," the blonde said, wide smile on her face as everyone's attention landed on her. "I just–I've seen your friend here a few times and thought I'd actually come say hi today."

When her eyes landed on Matt, who was smiling as if he already knew it was him she was talking about, you rolled your eyes. Across the table Marci and Karen were shooting you matching pitying expressions. 

"You mean Matt?" Foggy asked her, entirely oblivious to what the other half of the table was picking up on with you.

The blonde’s smile somehow widened as she nodded at Foggy’s question, her eyes still on Matt. "Yeah, I uh, thought maybe this time I could give you my number?" she said to Matt.

She held up a piece of paper in her hands before sliding it across the table towards him. His hand fumbled briefly along the table until he found it, a charming smile spreading across his lips.

"I'm flattered," he said, raising the paper up before gesturing towards his glasses. "Unfortunately I uh, can't actually read it."

"Maybe your friend can help you put it into your phone?" she suggested, her eyes landing on you when she'd mentioned his friend and your stomach knotted uncomfortably. "My name is Samantha, by the way."

"Well it was lovely to meet you, Samantha," he told her, that little flirty smirk on his face. 

She blushed before turning and leaving and you felt your mood darken. Beautiful women were often approaching Matt and giving them their number, though this time was significantly tamer than what the last woman had propositioned him with. It never ceased to ruin your day though.

"How do you always manage to land pretty women just throwing their numbers at you?" Foggy asked Matt in astonishment. "You weren't even doing anything!"

Matt chuckled as he shrugged a shoulder, one hand twirling the paper with the beautiful blonde’s number on it. 

Mood officially soured and job already accomplished, you began slipping your arms back into your coat. As you were buttoning it up, Foggy noticed your abrupt decision to depart.

“Where are you going?” he asked, brows creasing together. “You just saved our client, you’re the woman of the hour right now! Stay and at least finish a celebratory coffee with us!”

Your gaze landed on Foggy across the table as you forced out a strained smile. “I actually have to finish up an article at the office,” you told him. “Deadline’s in a few hours and I’d rather not end up on Ellison’s shit list again . He’s still pissed at me for chasing that string of arsons last month–which totally ended up being worth it.” You sighed, sliding your chair back and grabbing your coffee in one hand and folder in the other, shooting your friends a smile. “I’ll see you all later this week at Josie’s?”

“Yeah,” Karen assured you with a soft smile, her eyes telling you that she knew exactly why you were leaving, “we’ll be at Josie’s Friday night, as usual.”

You rose to your feet, stepping around the chair and pushing it back into the table so Matt wouldn’t trip over it when he later got up. As you turned to leave, Matt’s hand flew out, somehow easily finding your wrist and pulling you to a stop. Your eyes snapped down to where his hand was holding onto you before shifting slowly to his face. He was staring hopefully back up at you behind the dark lenses.

“Let me at least walk you back to the office?” he offered.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the proposal–you’d love nothing more than to have Matt walk you the four blocks back to The Bulletin. Four long blocks of having Matt’s undivided attention on you. Alone. Possibly flirting with you, though you never knew how to respond to the flirtatious remarks or even why he was making them in the first place. And he’d be holding onto the crook of your arm as you both walked, you guiding him like you’d often done. You enjoyed the feel of his hand there; it was always warm and comforting. 

Yeah, the idea of him walking you back to the office sounded nice– very nice.

But that was the thing–you had spent the past three months taking Matt up on his offers to walk you home from Josie’s or back to your office if you’d had lunch with him, Karen, and Foggy at their office. You’d spent the past three months blushing every time he flirted with you and dreaming about kissing his perfect mouth. Three months wishing that when he called it would be him finally asking you on a date. Three months picturing what a first date with him might be like. Or, shit, three months wondering what sleeping with him would be like no thanks to Katy constantly reminding you that he was rumored to be amazing in bed.

But in reality you’d spent three months pining over this wonderful, handsome, outspoken man who was constantly garnering the attention of beautiful women everywhere he went. And you’d spent months watching him accept phone numbers and flirt in return. You had spent three months wondering why he’d asked you to stay for a drink that night at Josie’s and asked for your number to only friend-zone you. Not that it surprised you; as you’d told Katy that very night, men like Matthew Murdock did not fall for women like you.

So even as it killed you, staring back at Matt’s hopeful expression, the slight upward curve of his mouth directed solely at you, you knew what you had to tell him this time.

“Don’t worry about it, Matt,” you answered, an ache forming in your chest as you spoke. “I can find my way back just fine.” You pulled your wrist from his grasp, your eyes returning to the rest of the table, a tight smile on your face. “I’ll see you all at Josie’s Friday night.”

With a quick wave you ducked out of the coffee shop, clutching the manilla folder tight to your chest like it would help keep your heart inside of your ribcage instead of trying to crawl back to fall at Matt’s feet.

[transmate]

in the night, i am real.

Summary: 18+ readers ONLY. NSFT Imagine. you needed to find a safe and isolated location to endure your unexpectedly sudden heat for the night. thinking you had found the perfect place, you were then met with sweetly monstrous company. it was not unwelcome.

Kink List: teratophilia, size difference, dom/sub undertones, omegaverse influence, praise/degradation, worship, size difference, breeding, possessiveness, voyeurism (not really, accidental).

Author's Note: this is a story of the lycanthrope variety. it's werewolf smut, to keep it simple. nonhuman genitalia warning. the protagonist is intended to be transmasculine. i use only words i feel comfortable referring to my own anatomy with. please enjoy, and tell me if you do~ 🤍

you'd been running for what seemed like an endless stretch, dipping around corners and under passageways. your legs were starting to burn. you knew it wasn't just due to the strain of your muscles, but another rather humiliating reason too.

see, you'd agreed to go out clubbing with a couple of coworkers on a whim for what had seemed like the first time in months, feeling lonely due to your new schedule. after a frantic trip to the restroom past midnight however, you left the club with your hoodie zipped up tight, friendless and phone battery-less. you were an entire half-hour drive away from your apartment and couldn't hail a ride. not even due to the lack of your phone of course, any reasonable person would ask someone for help. you just couldn't trust the crowd you were in not to pick up on your scent and very well do something about it instead. you'd forgotten to take your endorphins inhibitor after finishing your shift, thinking you would only need it once you returned home that night. what a fickle thing lack of hindsight was.

thus here you were, sprinting to what you hoped was a truly abandoned sector of the city, trying to see if you could find a phone booth on any dimly-lit corner. your fever was starting to pick up. the few strangers either out on midnight runs or drug store errands were starting to turn their heads in your direction. your own head was starting to dizzy in your dehydrated state. the final person to catch your eye seemed to avoid you, scurrying across the dark street before it became eerily quiet. regardless of the newfound isolation in this precinct, you weren't going to allow yourself to catch your breath and risk falling to your knees on the sidewalk. mouth now feeling like cotton, you decided to take your chances at the first "no trespassing" sign plastered on any wall.

once you saw it, you simply hopped the fence. and now you were breaking the law. better than to be broken by your own biology attracting any low life. crouching under creaking doorframes, you entered what appeared to be an abandoned office space. thankfully there were plenty of wide windows to give you a clear view of one of the streets outside, granting you the advantage of escape in the case any law enforcement were alerted to your presence. but all you could look towards was the moon staring at you, a bright light shining down and leaving you feeling even more exposed than you already felt. you were burning, and decidedly stepped away into a corner behind concrete walls and pallid desks.

leaning back and finally allowing yourself to slide onto the floor, you took your first steadying inhale for what had seemed like an eternity. you were drenched in your own sweat, thanks to the previous dancing and running. taking off your layers of clothes and pulling them underneath you as a comforting barrier seemed like your best option as the heat fever only continued to spread underneath your skin. you decided to keep your bottom half of underwear on as your final straw of dignity, unfortunately very aware that you were already starting to soak through them. the feeling of your sex starting to harden and rub against the cloth was causing short whimpers to rumble at the bottom of your throat.

it was past midnight, and you knew a few orgasms wouldn't exactly satiate the breeding your body was craving, but it would be enough to get you through the hours before the sunrise. once the sun hit your skin, the fever would quell and you could shakily make your way back home after charging your phone at an internet cafe. this situation was not inescapable. you could do this. you'd simply call out and lock yourself in your apartment for the remainder of it.

as you began taking in your own lustdrunk scent and letting your fingertips roam over the skin of your chest, down your abdomen and into the bones of your hips, you allowed your eyes to close. the goosebumps that raised all over felt exhilarating. you couldn't remember the last time you had fully experienced one of your own heats. once you presented, you were strict on the pills for each cycle. but this felt so liberating, you began to wonder how you could go back. your hand dipped beneath the waistband and played around in the fur above your tcock, tugging the flesh around before fully sliding two fingers around and jerking it. there was an almost white hot burning around the tip, making your head loll back before whining out pitifully. suddenly, the feeling of having a terribly empty cunt slammed into you. oh. this was why you avoided it. you scurried tightly against the wall, lifting your other hand to force your mouth shut so you wouldn't moan out through your hyperventilation.

in your frenzy, you thought you heard the rattling of a chain and blamed the belt buckle you were sitting on moving underneath you. keeping your eyes closed and your hand over your mouth, you finally fully sunk into the feeling of being a wanton cockslut and felt your cunt drooling out under you. as you rubbed your dick's hood against your palm, you felt unable to control the impulse of your fingers reaching over your entrance. your blood was boiling as you slowly entered your heat, dipping two fingers in immediately wasting no time to satisfy the yearning to be stretched. you fingerfucked your cunt dutifully for a couple of minutes, searching in a frenzy for your most pleasurable spot. your underwear became an unbearable sensation and you decided to start shimmying it off. one hand wasn't enough to get the fabric off fast enough however, and you had to let go of your mouth to help yourself. it was when you finally glanced down to slide them past your ass, that you caught something shifting in the doorframe away from you.

you fully froze. your heart slowed to a near stop and movements stilted. your skin, still hot, allowed you to feel a cold sweat building on your forehead. for any other reason, the temperature difference would be a respite. someone was clearly here with you. you would have to either build up enough strength to fight and escape or try and speak calmly with them past the wad of dryness taking residence in your throat. neither options were viable and you knew it. so you simply stared at the darkness past the doorway as your heat slowly but surely ate away at your rational reaction of panic.

two white eyes, or rather the light from the moon outside refracting off of them, slowly appeared in your field of vision. then you heard it again, the rattling of a chain, heavy, much clearer. you cursed yourself for ignoring it earlier before fully diving into your own pleasure. the figure in the doorway stepped slowly towards you, a broken ankle buckle dragging across the floor. you could only press your head to the wall behind you and do your best to not move a single muscle.

as it stepped into a few moon rays, you gawked in a horrified awe at its form. impossibly tall for a human, yet unlike any hybrid you had seen before. thick dark fur was scattered roughly along its arms and legs, with a mane crawling down its neck and back. pointed ears stuck out under a mess of human hair, and amber eyes focused in on you over the length of a canine muzzle. it took another step, or rather crouched down to meet your eye level, and you watched as its long bushy tail curled around itself.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to alarm you."

it... spoke? you felt the ringing in your head start to flit between panic and relief, not being able to discern yet if this... thing was a friend or foe. you could only blink at it.

"i- i tracked your scent from the alley. it was panicked, and i was worried someone was in danger. i don't want to hurt you, but someone else- might. this is not a friendly area of town. i don't want to leave you alone... but i can stay hidden in the street instead so i don't intrude."

you blinked once, twice. then rapidly shook your head, trying to force yourself to think rationally again, past the heat and embarrassment of being mostly nude. this creature was not... acting the way you thought it would. and now it was offering to keep you safe.

"what are you?"

"me? oh- i only take on this form on certain nights. i try to keep myself locked up as to not scare others but... i crave freedom under the moonlight too strongly." it pointed a clawed fingertip at the broken chain dangling from its ankle brace.

you felt your heart tremor slightly at the admission of being able to break away from iron bonds. that kind of power was... definitely an asset you were missing at the moment. feeling slightly dizzy again, you allowed your eyes to take in the creature's own bared skin and felt warmth coil in your underbelly, your heat reminding you how terribly you could use of a specific kind of company. you squeezed your knees together and ducked your head in an audible grimace.

"i know you're in one of your most vulnerable states, i can step a-"

not being able to stand its calm tone, you practically spit out your next words as you kept your eyes closed. "how aren't you reacting to it?!"

its head perked up, ears flitting forward at your tone. "i... i am. reacting. but i've sworn to make others' safety my priority in this form. i won't act out of turn."

"show me." the demand slipped out between your teeth before you could clench your jaw shut. your eyes flew wide open and you made eye contact once again with the being in front of you, both of your faces flushing red.

"i- are you sure? i can just leave, i promise." the tip of the creature's tail twitched in a subtle wag, betraying its owner's words.

the fever was picking up again, and your pulse found quicker footing like a horse whipped on the tracks. was your body really allowing itself to confide in this... chimera in front of you so soon? you took in a deep breath and reassured yourself that you could still reject any advances. but you knew you wouldn't. you had already found yourself adjusting your lust to its inhuman image, entranced by the sharp eyes in front of you. so you nodded.

"please show me."

its eyes flickered wide in shock- or perhaps delightful surprise- for a split second. it licked out around its lips, nodding after you. "alright, as you wish."

the creature adjusted its posture onto its knees as it slowly crept its tail away behind itself. you kept your eyes intensely locked on the movement, watching as not only strong thighs were revealed, but also a thick tapered cock peering out from a shaggy patch of fur. you finally let out a high pitched sigh at the sight of it, understanding there would be no holding back from your most base instincts any longer. a shiver zipped through your legs and you realized after a moment that you had also revealed your soaked cunt to the creature as a mirrored reaction.

"oh... you're so lovely... may i?" its eyes were now a tone darker, pupils dilated at the gorgeous sight of your sex. it raised a gnarled hand towards you, asking your permission to crawl closer to you. the question made you keen, and all you could feel yourself able to do was give it a few more nods, albeit much more desperately. it caught on to the switch in your disposition and eagerly met you at your place against the wall, gently cradling your cheek with its extended claw, wiping your sweat-licked hair from your face. "i'll take good care of you. i swear it. whatever you need, all you have to do is ask."

"then- please- please take these off already." you quirked your brows in amusement, motioning your chin in the direction of the underwear still clinging to the ends of your legs. the beast followed the path of your eyesight and did not hesitate to slice the fabric clean off of you. the swift movement stole your breath, your eyes darting back to its face as you felt the much larger body settle between your newly accessible thighs. now that it was just a whisper away, you could see the litany of scars trailing up and down its furred skin. at a moment's weakness, you reached out to settle your hands softly on its chest, tracing what appeared to have been a wide gash along its ribs.

the creature quelled its ferocity to fully allow itself to feel your touches, shivering from the unfamiliarity. "does it terrify you...? knowing i'm just as able to cause you the same hurt?" the question caused your thoughts to stutter. perhaps you felt a sympathy, or a muted relatability to the location of the closed wound. in an impulse, you leaned forward to kiss at the scar and wrap your hands behind the creature's maned neck, lingering there to fully revel in the warmth emanating from its body. all you knew was that fear no longer had place in your scent. there was naught but admiration and infatuation.

"no. i like everything i see." your words brought out a low whine from the creature's throat, and you rested your head back against the wall to stare into its amber eyes as you said your final coherent thoughts. "i want you to give me everything. all of you. don't hold back, please."

in a split second, the creature's gaze on you transformed into a ravenous determination. "so be it." you felt its claws swarm both sides of your waist as it lined up its groin right against yours, the tip of its length nudging and swirling your own tcock around in what you could only imagine were both of your slicks. the white heat was back with a vengeance and the overwhelming sensation ripped out a nearly painful sounding whimper from you, fingers gripping tightly onto the fur under your hands. drops of spit from the beast's maw plastered themselves onto your chest as it growled, spurring its hips forward to slightly inch its cock into the pool it had made of your cunt.

"you're already so opened up for me, precious thing. it's like you were already thinking of a wolfcock like mine sliding right in before i caught you." the creature's voice infiltrated your mind and you felt yourself go completely lax, barely managing to babble out your agreement in your dizziness. you bit your bottom lip, nodding and spreading your legs further out to the sides as a response, pathetically pulsing your own hips forward to try swallowing up more of its length into you. if the creature seemed like it grinned down at you, you weren't able to tell past the rows of already bared teeth. "well, i suppose i should give you exactly what you need for being so flattering."

then there was a short circuit.

your head was no longer against the wall. rather than looking forward into nonhuman eyes, you now stared up at them. your hands grasped at the skin under the creature’s fur like it was made of rope. your body was being rocked back and forth onto the floor as if it had turned to waves in the ocean. there was an indescribable stretch of painful pleasure at the entrance of your cunt. your breath was coming out ragged, scraping past a scream escaping from a part of your soul you weren't even aware existed.

your hips had been pulled up onto the creature’s kneeling lap when it sheathed its cock inside your drooling hole, and it was now thrusting into you relentlessly. there was barely the possibility of a single gasp to process how full you had become, how quickly you allowed this creature to defile you. you felt the end of its tapered cock twitching against your cervix as it slapped the bulb of its knot over and over into your swollen tcock. the beast’s face rounded in on your own, opening its mouth to lick into yours at an attempt to muffle your ongoing cries. the filth of this action finally made you come back to, and you wasted no time reciprocating. bringing your hands down to cradle the sides of its scruffy face, your screaming ceased as you felt your tongue swirling around the other’s, drawing out groans of ecstasy from both of your chests.

once you both broke the ravenous kiss for air, you felt your blood surge into your vision. you had a near laser focus on the sight of the monster's length pummeling in and out of your cunt as its claws began to scratch into the skin around your hipbones. it had noticed you watching and slightly slowed down, nearly pulling out. the thought of losing the burning flow inside of you made your stomach flip and you reached out to painfully grip the hands holding onto your body. "no! nonono please don't! keep destroying my hole. you feel so-" you'd never heard your voice occupy such a hoarse tone before. desperate? sure. but not as if your lifeline had been threatened. you struggled to clear your throat and the last of your sentence came out cracked. "so fucking good- sososogood please give me more-"

the rutting stilled to a total stop and you received a low chuckle above you. the sound of it almost made your eyes start to water, unsure if it was cruel. "sweet human... don't fret." it released one of its claws to once again caress the side of your flushed face, comforting warm fuzz making your head drop into the touch. you peered up at it under your eyelashes, awaiting another thrust into ecstasy. what you received was much more unexpected. "i just wanted to make sure you had a better view, since i can see that's what you crave." your mouth went slightly agape at the response when you suddenly felt the hand on your cheek move to cradle the back of your neck. your entire body was marionetted upwards as the creature grabbed around under your waist with its other arm and unhinged its knees, throwing both of your weights backwards, the crash thundering around the exposed concrete of the room.

the creature braced the majority of the fall, yet your smaller frame still shook the most from it, feeling its length once again bottom out deeply into you at the new angle. your arms were now braced on a partially furred abdomen, and your legs splayed out lamely on the sides of its hips. your head swam in the rapture of the pressure against your insides, and you threw your head back as an unholy moan left your lips. you were only half conscious of the fact that you were the one to restart your dance of sin with this inhuman thing, bouncing and rutting down onto its cock. clawed fingertips roamed down your chest and played with your newly hypersensitive nipples, whipping its hips upwards to meet your movements. you continued to grind down even further to rub your smaller cock into its knotted shaft, chasing the high you had been deprived of since the very moment you realized what was happening to you in the mirror of the club's restroom.

a bark of laughter made your head snap back downwards to meet the creature's own lustcrazed gaze. "your sounds are exquisite, little pet... but you're missing the show you desired, aren't you?" two claws gripped at and forced your chin fully down to have you stare where both of your crotches met, your eyes going wide as you saw something stirring under your skin. you had to conjure a nearly unfathomable clarity in your mind to comprehend what you were watching. that with each thrust, you could see the bulge where your womb was being fucked into. in the haze of your heat, knowing your cunt was truly being molded for this creature's cock alone felt so grand, so much more than you could have ever asked for, you were overcome with emotions and sensed an odd moisture trail down your face.the beast released its grip from your chin as it continued pounding upwards, wiping the tears that were dripping from your eyes. "that's it, precious one. yes, you're taking me so well. feel all of it." your hole clenched down tightly at the low rasp of its praise, and your moans descended into fully inhibited sobbing as you lost all feeling besides the need to climax. twitching with you, the creature brought down its now tear drenched hand onto your tcock and began rubbing you off with its knuckles. it craved the feeling of your cunt swallowing down around its knot with nearly as much fervor, your heat damn well contagious. it was only by a few threads that the monster under you didn't allow itself to succumb, one being a silent promise it had made to you.

once you had exposed your slick cunt to this creature, it knew it had to not only quell your need, but have you for itself as well. it had sworn to bring you to ecstasy first so that all it was left to do was plug your hole and truly claim you.

with the new stimulation of your tcock being jerked off in the creature’s rough grasp, piled on top of all the sensations you were already experiencing, it was no wonder you felt your core buckle as you began to scream silently. at the forefront of your pleasure, you felt the coil inside you wound itself tighter and tighter until it became downright unbearable. opening up your throat with a gasped inhale, you let a stream of consciousness flow out from your lips as you locked eyes with the beast once again.

“pleaseplease i’m gonna come- i’msoclose oh fuck! yes fuck me hard fill me up letmecomepleasefuckfuckfuck-” your words brought out the most uncanny growl you had heard from the creature yet and it pulled your body down onto its torso with an arm wrapped around your waist. suddenly your back was the one flat on the floor, the hulking figure now above you. in your drabble, you had not realized your positions had been flipped and the utter helplessness of it made your legs shake as the coil inside you sprung free. there was a serene whisper in your ear as you lost all reasoning to your climax shredding through every nerve in your body.

“oh you feel so deliciously tight around me. fuck it, i need you too- hold on tight, my dear. i’ll make sure you’re mine-”

your legs were then hiked higher up than you understood possible, and with a single shove from the hips above you, your cunt fluttered through your orgasm and accepted the creature’s knotted cock pulsing into you. with the loudest cry of the entire night, you closed your eyes and felt the darkness of the room disappear. your vision was gone and you saw nothing but the white burn of your heat’s absolution. it felt purifying, knowing this beast’s seed was spilling into you with no abandon, no way to back away from it. you were locked together, and you were truly marked and bred.

your breathing seemed to take hours before it slowly returned back to its usual rate. you heard the rush of blood retreating from your ears and reopened your eyes to the wild sight of the moonlit locks atop the creature’s head. your stiff muscles around the figure on top of you all seemed to twitch simultaneously and you heard a grunt from over your shoulder. you were weak, but you didn’t want to let go anytime soon. there was a euphoria coursing through your body so unparalleled that you nearly thought suffering through each heat naturally could be worthwhile if this was your reward. you tentatively licked your lips and mumbled out for the creature, needing to look at its eyes as it filled you.

you blinked and then its gaze was upon you again, eyes shining golden in your mutual afterglow. you felt an electric comfort zip through you once you realized you were being looked upon with a fawning admiration. “you were… so good, darling… still feel so perfect around me…”

of course. you had nearly forgotten the creature’s knot would bound your cunt to it for much longer after your climaxes. you breathed out a chuckle, rasping out a response. “you were too, i’ve never been fucked as perfectly as you just did. please… don’t leave.” you clenched around its bulb and the action made the thick seed inside you slightly slosh. you felt as it dribbled out into your puffy folds, and the creature nearly whimpered. so it was possible to overstimulate such a monster, you figured. how exciting.

“please, my sweet tempter. tell me your name?”

you stretched your body languidly as you were overcome with a pleasant drowsiness, bringing a hand over to pet at the fur around its neck. you whispered out your answer and fought against your eyelids fully closing. then you saw, rather than felt, as an extremely fluffy shape waved around behind the beast. you giggled and let the movement of the tail wagging trance you into a steady sleep.

when you would come to, there was an immediate protest to any movement using your sore body. regardless of such a heavy fatigue, you felt… lighter. you felt freed. you felt… mysteriously soothed and cozy. it was as if you had been transported to a sunny cloud, an entirely different landscape from your dreams. in your confusion, you peered out from behind your fingers and realized you in fact had been moved. it was bright out again with the sun having risen, and your surroundings were no longer cold in both form and temperature. you were swaddled up in a litany of bedsheets and covers, plenty of pillows around your head and feet. alas, as amazing as it all felt, a twinge of distress formed in your chest due to the unknown location of this comforting haven. rubbing your eyes awake, you were soon met with your answer.

down on the floor besides the bed you had found yourself in, you found another person laying in a seemingly makeshift cot of their own. it was naught but a singular throw blanket draped across their chest and legs, with a large full length pillow cradled under their arms. their head was partially covered by a hand as they slowly breathed into the fabric, well and truly passed out. how odd, you thought, not being able to recognize someone who supposedly helped you through your heat. had your fever raised so high your mind created its own fantasy around the possibility of a perfectly mundane event- someone, simply human, picking you up at the club and bringing you home for a night of fun?

you shook your head and decided to become in tune with your body, sliding out of the covers and gently landing onto the carpet. you padded quietly and found the clothes you had worn the night before slightly organized onto a lounge chair across the room. remembering how terribly you had sweat, your throat lurched with a parched feeling. you were awfully thirsty. you turned back around, praying for any possible drink somewhere in the room and found an oasis. there seemed to be options for you on the nightstand, though some of them were questionable. you opted for the simple water bottle and unscrewed the cap, throwing your head back to gulp the liquid down.

that was when you felt it. a soreness beyond muscle, beyond tiredness. a feeling hot and deep over the skin of your neck that made you whelp with pain. after you swallowed, your free hand shot up to feel what you thought must have been an open wound around your jugular. when your fingertips made contact, they felt nothing but smooth skin. confused, you pressed in further and then felt that burning yet again, like a pulse affected by movement alone. your phone was dead on the nightstand left charging, but you worried turning it on to use the camera might cause noise and disturb the other person still fast asleep.

you quietly cleared your throat and decided to step towards the mirror resting on the wall nearest to them, careful on your feet. from this point of view, you could slightly make out the features of their face better. a rounded chin, deepset yet closed eyes. slight scruff on their jaw. you wondered what their name was, why you chose to be vulnerable with them. you turned into your reflection and slightly stretched out your neck, hoping it didn’t look as bad as it felt.

you were unfortunately found very mistaken. seeing a wide gnarling rosy mark, akin to rows of pointed fangs having bitten into your flesh. there was only texture to it under the skin, the purpling of your broken capillaries like exploding fireworks around each imprint of a tooth. you couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped your mouth, suddenly understanding why this bruise felt the way it did. it was no ordinary hickey caused in any passionate tumble. you had entrusted this person with your body and went so far as to give them your life as well. you had been bred. marked. mated.

you heard their breathing pick up behind you, letting out a muffled hiss at your noise and shifting over to the source. you knew all they wanted to do was understand what had woken them up.

but when you looked towards the reflection of them besides you on the ground, you were met with the same heart in your throat feeling you had felt when you first saw a towering figure in the doorway of that condemned building. your mouth remained agape when their stare met yours. it had all been true. none of last night had been your feverish imagination. you belonged to them. to it.

the amber eyes looking up at you were real.