#im so fucking cold despite being wrapped up this is bullshit

[amischiefofmuses]

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[wienerbarnes]

Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

…

The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

[tooruluv]

Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 9 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 1,442

warnings/notes: i was able to be online for a bit so i wanted to release this (rather short) filler chapter for you guys! <3

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You skipped school for a week. It was a full week of heartache; most of which included the following: watching new shows (and finishing them), being brought food by your very understanding mother, crying, taking very long baths, wallowing in self-pity (which is something you tried not to do, but ended up doing anyway), crying until you were dehydrated, and ignoring texts and calls.

A new week was starting when your mom walked into your room, interrupting your daily “stare at the ceiling in sadness”. She sat on the end of your bed by your feet when she said, “It’s time for you to return to life.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Sweetheart, I get it.” She placed a hand on your ankle, trying to pull your attention to her. You kept your eyes on the ceiling. “Trust me, I do. But you can’t continue to isolate yourself from life. You have a beautiful, bright future in front of you. Exams are coming up, and your friends miss you.”

You sighed. “I guess I’ll go.”

“Good! Quite frankly, I’m tired of lying to your friends. Did you know that Iwaizumi resorted to texting me every day?” Your mom stood up, sending you a smile when you followed suit. “Clean your room. I’ll drive you to school tomorrow.”

You agreed, staring at the empty water bottles next to your bed.

Out of the hundreds of texts and missed calls, you decided to text Iwaizumi back first. He was the one who you’ve known the longest (other than the other boy you shall not name) and had helped you through your Love Problems.

you: hey. i’m ok. pls tell me that you’ll be at school tomorrow

iwa <3: fuck dude

iwa <3: you scared the shit out of me i deadass texted your fucking mom

iwa <3: i will be at school tomorrow the question is will you

you: yeah i’m coming. didn’t wanna be alone

iwa <3: you’ll never be alone darling

Despite everything telling you not to, you got up that Monday morning for school. You cleaned your room, you showered, you got a good night’s rest. You even ate breakfast. Yet, you still felt like… well, shit.

Your mother drove you to school, sending you a small smile and wave of encouragement like it was your first day of kindergarten and you were scared to go in. Truth was, you wanted to throw up all over the front doors and go straight back into your bedroom and watch another Gordon Ramsay compilation on youtube.

You sighed and went into Hell (hell being school). You tried to act as normal as possible but it was evident that everyone in the entire school hadn’t moved on from the whole thing, eyes staring at you and inaudible whispers.

“Great.” You mumbled to yourself, whipping your locker open.

It was at that moment that Tooru Oikawa made his appearance. He was walking next to Hanamaki, talking among themselves, when Oikawa stopped dead in his tracks. Hanamaki gave him a small pat on his back before leaving (and effectively leaving the awkward situation that would inevitably happen).

He opened his locker beside you.

“Hi!” He greeted, as though it was the most normal and casual thing ever. “You’re feeling better? Your mom said that…”

You didn’t acknowledge him, closing your locker and walking to class. Maybe you’ll find Iwaizumi before class…

“Whoa. Wait!” Oikawa was walking beside you then, easily catching up to you. “Did you get any of my texts?”

You spun on your heels, finally facing him after a week of being MIA and trying to forget your love for him. He swallowed and stared back at you.

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” You shrugged. “I told you that I needed time. And by that, I mean I need time away from you specifically. I’m not going to entertain the idea of pretending that nothing happened between us because it did.”

Oikawa blinked, nodding. “Okay, okay. Yes.” He purposefully took a step back, literally giving you space. “But can I ask one thing? Just one?”

“Go ahead.”

“For how long?” He asked. “How long do you think it’ll take for you to talk to me again?”

“I don’t know. Maybe when the school stops staring at me like a wounded puppy.”

“I’ve missed you!” Sana brought you into a hug, her boobs straight into your face. “I seriously thought that you dropped off of the face of the earth.”

You let a small smile creep onto your lips. The first smile in a while. “Sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologize. What even happened?”

“That’s a story for later.”

She linked her arm with yours before walking with you to the library. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa sat at the usual table, heads in books like their life depended on it. It wasn’t until you were nearly next to them that they realized you were there. You hadn’t been able to see Iwaizumi all day.

“Oh my god, she’s really here.” Matsukawa exclaimed, a bit too loud for a library. 

Iwaizumi got up from his seat (also very loudly, a squeak from the chair on the floor). He immediately pulled you into a hug, picking you up and putting his head into your shoulder.

“Shittykawa told me what happened.” He mumbled into your neck. You bit the inside of your lip and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, but I do want you to know that I know.”

“You always know.” You mumbled back.

Hajime Iwaizumi was walking with Issei Matsukawa when he caught Oikawa leaving your house. He knew immediately that something had happened, that something wasn’t quite right, because Oikawa had his head down. He never had his head down.

Iwaizumi turned to his boyfriend, telling him “I’ll be right back.” Matsukawa gave him a kiss on the wrist before letting him run off.

“Hey man,” Iwaizumi jogged to his best friend. Oikawa stopped, head still at his feet. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“Oikawa.” Iwaizumi stood in front of him, cutting him off. “Don’t bullshit me. What’s going on? What happened?”

When Oikawa didn’t answer, Iwaizumi put his arms on his shoulders to bring his head up. Oikawa was red-faced, tears running down his cheeks. He was in pain.

“I, um.” Oikawa looked back and forth, never really meeting Iwaizumi’s eyes. “I told her that I’m in love with her. We kissed and I told her that I love her.”

“Oh?” That’s a good thing… right?

“She shut the door in my face. She said that she “thought that she was in love with me too”. And just shut the door.”

“Oh.”

“What if we got married?” Oikawa once asked you, a giggling child in the morning sun.

You both laid in your backyard, the grass long and bugs flew along your heads. You didn’t care. You giggled back to him.

“That’s gross! You have cooties!”

“Not if we’re married I don’t!” Oikawa stuck his tongue out at you.

“We’re too young to get married! We have to at least be old… like 20 years old!”

“Ew!”

You laid like that, giggling and laughing as kids, until your mom called you in for lunch. Oikawa ran to the door (“last one there is a rotten egg!”).

tetsurou kuroo :P: i heard that you’ve finally left the darkness and stepped back into regular life

tetsurou kuroo :P: hajime texted me sorry if that sounded like i’m stalking you.

tetsurou kuroo :P: unless you’re into that... then i’m totally stalking you...

tetsurou kuroo :P: PLS IM KIDDING anyway can i come over today. i have another hoodie for you.

you: you’re cute. i miss you too.

You walked home alone that night. After a while of isolation, human interaction actually seemed like a chore. You just wanted to be alone, even if it was just for a few minutes as you walk.

You heard walking behind you.

“You can walk next to me.” You said, knowing exactly who it was. “I know you don’t have practice on Mondays.”

Tooru Oikawa appeared next to you in only a few seconds, jumping at the offer. The roles were reversed now.

“I don’t want to overstep boundaries.” He said.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry, again. For kissing you.”

“I know.”

He stared at you instead of the sidewalk ahead. You kept your eyes on the sky.

“I’m sorry for telling you that I love you, too.”

“Don’t be sorry about that.” You stepped onto your porch where Kuroo stood, waiting for you. “That was the one thing you did right.”

[fangirlyah]

✦tormenting me - Oliver Wood x Gryffindor!Reader

summary:  the only thing Oliver does is correct every little move y/n does, but...why? 

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,342

a/n: im thinking to rewrite this but adapting it to Draco, so tell what do u think about it! thanks! 

Oliver wood, what a beautiful and at the same time hateful name. Being part of the quidditch team with Wood as captain was nice for everyone, but me. His facet as a kind and encouraging boy disappeared around me, he did not allow me to make any tiny mistake. Every practice was constant suffering, 'you’re doing it wrong'   ‘Focus, y/n or you’ll end up on the floor of the court, pay attention!'. Those and more barbarities were shouted at me every single practice, including matches. The fact that I was one of the best chasers on the team and all he did was correct me in a hateful way, bothered me even more. I had never faced him, because if I did it , it would be my pass to leave the team and quidditch was the only thing that completely distracted me from my problems, something that not even a good book could achieve.

Sharing almost all the classes with him, it was another disadvantage I had, seeing him everywhere was starting to affect me. He was handsome, of course he was, and every fifth-year girl wanted him, I was no exception but his attitude towards me questioned my feelings every time he opened his mouth. He was mean to me anytime I got close to him for anything, even if I was just passing by. 

"Merry Christmas, Wood" One cold Christmas night I got to sit next to him at the big student table, that hadn't come home for Christmas. I tried to put on my best smile, even though it hurt inside. He just nodded his head as he looked me up and down without any emotion.

The game against Slytherin was coming up soon and I knew how important it was, so I spent days and days training on my own, to not disappoint the team. Oliver knew this and yet he would not leave me alone, even if I did my best. I had never done anything to disappoint him. Just once, in a game against Slytherin last year, I made the mistake of distracting myself in the middle of the game, and a rival knocked me to the floor. It had never happened to me and it never happened to me again, but it was a strong hit that left me at Madam Pomfrey’s for three days. I know he still doesn’t forgive me for the incident, could have happened to anyone and he wouldn't mind it, but with me it was different.

"why is he so disgusting to you?" Jane, my best friend, asked me when she saw Oliver give me my broom before practice "he hates me, Jane... I don’t know why, but he does". It hurt to say it out loud. Oliver had been on my mind since 1st year when he stood by my side before being sorted in our house and smiled sweet at me.

The practice began and everyone was busy fulfilling the slogan that Oliver had said, I knew that the boy’s eyes did not leave me alone. I felt his evaluative look every time I made a move. "Hey Wood, the storm it's about to begin. We should go in, we’ll play good tomorrow!" a team member said, I still hadn’t managed to learn his name because he was a first year, a newbie. "The guy with the glasses is right, we should go in" Jane said as she saw me swing on my broom due to the prominent wind. "Okay, you did well! go to your dorms"

With that said, we all went down to the changing rooms with intentions of getting dressed with our school uniform quickly, to avoid getting wet trying to get to the castle. "y/n I’ll be going back to the common room, I promised I’d tutor Percy on Transfigurations" my friend, Jane, said to my side seeing that because of my wet suit it was taking me longer to change my clothes and we were the only ones left in the locker room. "of course, go ahead". After that, I was alone in the locker room in complete silence, only the lashing of the wind and the big drops that had begun to fall were heard. The solitude had never bothered me, but I was far from the castle and, although it was five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was black and it seemed almost at night. All the students should be inside their common rooms and I was out alone. That is why I hasten and arrange my entire uniform to leave quickly and head for the Castle.

When I had one foot out of the place the roof covered, I heard a voice behind me that, despite being in the middle of the rain, froze me in my place. "I hope you don’t screw up tomorrow". Oliver’s voice left me petrified of anger, so I turned around and faced him face to face. "What the fuck do you hace against me?!" I knew I had taken him unnoticed, for his surprise face "answer me! why do you hate me so much?" but his lips didn’t move. "Oh now you don’t talk! but when I do anything, right or wrong, you always have something to say, right?!" The rain was cold and I felt it soaking my body corner by corner, he was also in the rain but he didn’t seem to care. "It’s never enough for you! You make my life impossible by correcting every little thing I do? Don’t you get tired of hating me so much?!" that was his boiling point, now he was the one who was talking at loud "you think I hate you?! really do you?!" he said getting closer to me. "if you only torment me, what do you want me to think?!" I was grateful that we were the only ones outside the Castle, otherwise we would be making a scandal because of our screams. "I care about you, that's why I do it!" he shouted through the wind "don’t come at me with that bullshit, if you cared you wouldn't  insult me every time you see me, you would be by my side helping me to get better!" my tears were camouflaged in the rain, but I knew he was smart enough to notice them "Don’t you see it?! I’m always there! Who do you think it was who wrote down every class you missed when you were in the infirmary? Who do you think checks every day that your broom is in good shape before your daily practices?" By that time, I could feel his chest inches away from mine, "Who do you think that notices that your quidditch uniform is not tight enough, and then tell Jane to help you set it up right?" his big hands took my waist over my Gryffindor sweater "I’m always there, but I thought if I showed you the affection I feel for you, you wouldn’t take my cues into account and you’d get hurt," I’d see his brown eyes right in front of mine and my only wish was not to let go of my grip that was on his chest. "I didn’t know, you were always so dry to me but not to others" his hand move my wet hair off my face to deposit a soft kiss on my lips "because I like you and I know I wasn’t the best to prove it but from now on I’ll let you know how much i care" I nodded still with butterflies in my belly because of his touch. "I agree" and this time I laid my lips on his "did you know that I’d have listened to you, right?" he shook his head "because I like you too" I confessed to him, finally, after so long. After those words came out of my mouth, he soon wrapped his arms around me and gently lifted me off the floor to connect our mouths but this time with more passion and gentleness.

[dreamii-yume]

"You're being so loud-! You fucking slut. Is this what you've been waitng for the whole time?" His laughter is obnoxious, far louder than any noises you've been making. "I mean, with that short skirt you really were just asking for it... Begging, actually. Shouldn't you be thanking me? You're lucky I'm so nice, no one else would touch a freak like you with a ten foot pole!" You grit your teeth. Ace has been bothering you for months at this point, insulting you at every opportunity and brushing against your thighs and chest in public.

"I'm not-!" You suck in a quick breath when he hits a particular spot inside of you. "I'm not enjoying this, you asshole!" He just laughs harder.

He's got his fingers tangled in your hair, holding it so your neck is craned back and you're forced to constantly see yourself in the dirty, cracked public bathroom mirror. But seeing Ace reflected back is even worse. His face flushed despite his claims that he's not enjoying this at all, the most repulsive smug expression painted on his face. Your combined slick drips onto the floor. Though you would never admit to it, his ruthless thrusts hit you just right and make you shiver with pleasure.

"Hmm~? Really, huh? That's what you're going with?" Ace pulls out for a mere moment, shoving two fingers inside of your cunt. He rubs them against your walls for just a moment, before holding them near your face and showing off just how sticky they are. The grin on his face is cruel, clearly enjoying calling you out on your bullshit. "You liar. You love this, don't you? I can't imagine how fucked in the head you must be, honestly... It's been ages since you last struggled!" He lets out a content sigh when he slides himself into you again, resting his head on your shoulder. "Whore. ...Just for me though, yeah? If you let anyone else fuck you like this, I'll make you regret it."

Now that he's no longer using one arm to support himself against the wall, he's leaning on you with his full weight, pushing you against the sink and fucking you even deeper. Your mouth hangs open slightly, a moan slipping out, and he takes the opportunity to cram his fingers into your mouth. You taste yourself on your tongue. "Clean up after yourself. I don't want any part of me smelling like you." Ace says with a sneer. You can't look at him any longer, closing your eyes.

His teeth are quick to find the nape of your neck, biting down and making you squeeze them shut even tighter. You clench around his cock, making him grunt. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me." When you don't do anything but curl into yourself more, he yanks on your hair. "Come on! You're not that stupid, are you?!" You hold his gaze in a last ditch effort to keep some of your dignity, but your eyes brim with tears and your quick breaths are dispersed by sniffles.

"Aww, is the poor bitch crying...? Did I hurt your feelings?" He says in a highpitched voice and the most condescending tone possible. Ace bites you again, forcing some of the tears to spill over. He twitches inside of you at the sight of your eyes glossy with tears, and the soft hiccups escaping your lips. "Look, if you're gonna be pathetic, you better let it all out. Or are you done yet, huh? Disgusting." He says, while looking the horniest he has the entire time. God, he's definitely getting off on you crying. His thrusts turn stuttery and uneven as the seconds pass.

"Fuck...! I'm gonna cum. You don't mind if I do it inside, right?" He jeers with a grin. "You've been such a good cocksleeve the entire time after all~! Better give you a reward!" It's this sentence that makes your brain hit the panic button once again. You try to kick at his legs, but you're trapped against the sink in a weird position and can hardly move at all.

Ace lets go off your hair, but wraps it around your chest to pin both of your arms against your side instead. His pants brush against your ear, voice strained. "Guess... G-guess you were a decent hole to fuck at least, huh?" You're crying more now, choked sobs robbing you of the ability to speak. He finishes inside of you with his loudest moan yet, and you feel his cum being shot against your walls. Ace licks at your cheeks for your tears. His grip loosens and you slump against the cold metal, but he doesn't pull out.

"Aren't you happy? I'm not done with you yet. We're late to class already anyway. Better make the most of it, right? If you're lucky, I might let you get off this time as well! Don't get ahead of yourself, though."

im the anon from before!! hope u enjoyed it yume!! MUAH

[phangirlof]

Atelophobia (02)

Description: Atelophobia- the fear of not being good enough or imperfect. Don’t let your ego win.

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: College! AU, Angst

Word Count: 4.1k words

(A/N: I apologize for the wait, first part came out in like 2017, however the it will also be linked here) x

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

It was the only thing you’d been able to say or think. You’d fucked up. Big time. There was no way around it. That was the bottom line.

To Sehunnie: Sehun please answer my calls

To Sehunnie: Please babe

To Sehunnie: We need to talk

To Sehunnie: It’s not what it looked like, that was nothing. It meant nothing. Please baby, im begging you, answer my calls.

Forty-three minutes later and still no reply. You slammed your phone to the ground, acting on impulse and listening to the distinct noise it made as it shattered. Tiny shards of glass lay in your phone’s wake. Your phone was one of your most prized possessions, and you knew you’d regret doing it sometime within the next few days, but right now? You couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Sehun hadn’t talked to you since before the kiss with Baekhyun, which happened almost a month ago. You were going insane. You text and call him only to get no reply. You had gone to his house several times, but he was never there when you showed up, probably because he knew when you were free and knew what time he should leave to avoid you. Your last hope was always that you might see him in class, however he hadn’t graced you with his presence there either.

“Just give him time. He just needs to think everything out before he talks to you.” Your best friend had said last time you called her, and every time you called seeing as how it was always about the same thing; Sehun. It didn’t even occur to you to think of anything else to talk about. He had consumed your every thought. He was the only coherent thought your brain could muster up. You knew it was unhealthy to be this obsessed over the whole situation, but how could you bother concerning yourself with anything else. Nothing mattered, not until Sehun talked to you and you guys worked this stupid mess out. As you sat at home, avoiding homework, housework, and ultimately everything, all you could think about was your boyfriend, and the recent wedge in your relationship, Baekhyun.

Too many thoughts ran through your mind and none of them made sense, however they all lead back to one thing. Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun, had kissed you in front of your very insecure boyfriend causing him to quit talking to you, for how long you still have no clue, and not to mention he had been trying to talk to you throughout the course of the last few weeks. Of course you never let him get past a ‘hey babe’ before you were running off in the other direction. He was the root cause behind Sehun avoiding you. You weren’t going to talk to him just to make things worse. You had even talked to your teacher about not pairing you and Baekhyun up again, seeing as how that’s what started things in the first place.You finally left your broken phone lying on the kitchen floor, and went to your bedroom. The door slammed behind you, as it often did here recently. You took a seat on the edge of your rosy pink bedspread. Sehun had bought it for you last christmas. Call it cliche, but you loved anything pink, and he knew he couldn’t leave the store the moment his eyes landed on it.

Your eyes scoured over the dirty room before you. You had never been a neat person, but the current state of your room was worse than anytime before. Sehun would usually crack a joke about how one of you might accidentally get hurt if you didn’t clean up.

“One day I’m gonna fall right on my face just trying to get to your bed.” You remember him saying one day. “I’m telling you, I’m gonna break my nose, and probably your favorite lamp.”

Sehun would actually be disappointed with all the trash and dirty clothes piles lying around right now. “This is ridiculous Y/n.” You could hear him now, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The slam of the front door ripped you away from your thoughts. “Y/n, I’m home.” Your mom yelled from downstairs. You didn’t move an inch from where you laid, nor did you say respond.

“Will you help me with the groceries?” She called to you from the kitchen. Once again, you didn’t reply. Instead you slipped into a pair of shoes Sehun had bought you last year, and headed out to the car.

***

“Can we talk?” Your mom asked as she knocked on your bedroom door. She would’ve walked straight in had you not recently gotten in the habit of locking the door right behind you. Besides keeping yourself hidden away in your room, you also kept yourself buried within your bedsheets, wearing one of the many hoodies you stole from Sehun as well as a pair of his sweatpants that he left over at your place for when he spent the night. You inhaled a deep breath. You didn’t want to move a muscle, let alone get out of bed, but you knew your mother was worried about you. These days you barely spoke a word to her or your sister. Not to mention the only times you ate was when she forced you to come out of your room. Really and truly the only time you did anything was when she forced you to.

You shoved the blankets covering you to the side and got up to unlock the door. Your mother entered promptly, not that you had noticed because as soon as you turned the lock, you climbed back into bed. “I know it's been hard the way you and Sehun split, but this might be for the best.” You were shocked at your mother's words. “For the best? We’ve been together for almost seven years now, and you say it's for the best?”

“Just hear me out-,” Your mother began, but you stopped her. “No, this whole mess is just some stupid misunderstanding, but he won’t give me the time of day long enough to hear me out. But you think it’s for the best?” You shouted. You didn’t mean to, but you started getting worked up.

“Don’t raise your voice at me Y/n. Sometimes even the best of things come to an end. We don’t always get a happy ending, and sweetheart that’s just life.” She hadn’t said much but you were fuming. That was far from anything you wanted to hear. “You know what? Fuck you Mom! How about you be there for me? How about care, or even just think about how I feel? But instead of being an actual parent or a shoulder to cry on, you just brush all my feelings to the side like they don’t matter.”

Your mom went to defend herself, but you continued before she had the chance to speak.

“And this isn’t the first time you’ve done this to me. Any fight Sehun and I had, you said it was my fault. You never even hear me out before you’re finding a way to blame it on me, regardless if it is or isn’t my fault. Anytime I ask for advice you give me some half-assed crap that doesn’t even make sense because you don’t care. And you never did.” You channeled all your anger into your hands, breaking whatever came in contact with your fists.

Nothing registered as your fists slammed against anything in reach. All you knew was the burning rage coming from deep within you. Everything, all your emotions and the bullshit laced words your mother spoke to you fueled the anger in your hands. You heard glass shattering beneath your palm, but you didn’t stop. You wanted everything broken. You couldn’t stand being the only thing around in need of repair.

Your mother wrapped her arms around you as tightly as she could, tearing you away from your violent outburst. You didn’t even realize it and you were still just swinging, reaching out for anything to break or shatter.

“Please stop, just stop!” You mother sobbed. Her voice finally broke your trance and you just went limp in her arms and started crying yourself. “I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel so invalidated or that I didn’t care. I love you, I swear I do. And I’ll be better.” Her words shattered your heart and you cried even harder. You never thought she’d apologize and especially not actually take your side for once.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” She cried.

It took you a moment to form more than just sobs but eventually you managed out a weak, “I love you too” and you guys continued just like that, crying in each other’s arms until your sister burst in, eyes wide from the scene in front of her.

“Are you guys okay?” She asked, peeking in from behind the door.

Your mother loosened her grip on you and turned towards the door. “Yes, we’re fine. We just had a really important conversation and now things are okay dear.”

Your mother quickly wiped the tears on her cheeks away with her shirt sleeve. After she was done, she did the same thing to you with her other sleeve. You couldn’t help but smile at her words. Okay. Despite how broken you still felt from Sehun’s cold rejections, this did feel okay. You and your mother were seeing eye to eye for the first time in god knows how long. And for now that’s all you needed to keep pushing.

***

Two weeks later

“Sehun, you’re being ridiculous dude. Talk to her. There’s no reason that two months after that little kiss with Baekhyun, you still won’t talk to her.” Chanyeol said before shoveling a handful of fries into his mouth.

“It’s not that simple, you didn’t see what I saw. And I’ve told you that over and over again.” Sehun had been trying to shift his focus away from Y/n, but his loyal to a fault best friend was not helping. Whatsoever.

“I don’t care. We both heard Baekhyun talking about it with all his douchey friends. He set her up. He knew you were coming and he wanted to stir up drama. Besides, you’re hurting yourself for no reason and you’re hurting Y/n even more. You know that she would never ever do anything to hurt you, so by putting up this wall you’re only ruining your chances of fixing this mess. Go talk to her dude, seriously before you do something you might regret.”

Too late. “Listen, I’ll talk to her when I’m ready.” Sehun muttered, more than ready for this conversation to be over.

“And when is that gonna be? Next month? The month after that? Six months down the road?” Chanyeol gave Sehun his all knowing look that he was way too familiar with. They both knew Chanyeol was right, but Sehun would never admit that to his face. He always was, but Sehun was stubborn. Way too stubborn. He knew what the right thing to do was, but his feelings were hurt. So so so hurt. He had spent months trying to tell himself nothing was wrong and all these problems were just in his head. Then the moment he was ready to put his relentless thoughts to rest, Byun Baekhyun happened.

The image of who he thought was his soulmate and Baekhyun together, kissing, played in his head over and over and over again. No matter how hard he tried to erase it, the picture was forever burned in his memories. He would never be able to forgive Baekhyun for that. They had been friends at one point. Even though they’d grown apart these last few years Sehun had expected at least a little bit of respect from his former best friend. Someone he and his family had welcomed into their home many times.

“I get it, okay? I should talk to her. But Yeol, please let me do that on my own terms. I’m not ready for that conversation yet, and when I am I’ll talk to her. Please just change the subject.”

Chanyeol let out a defeated huff. “Alright, I’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.”

Chanyeol effortlessly switched the subject, not that Sehun was keeping up. He needed to talk to Y/n. There was no way around it anymore.

“So anyway, are we meeting up at the park or do you wanna get together before then?” Chayeol asked but not before slurping down most of his watered down soda.

“What, why?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” He said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “We were gonna meet up for the movies in the park? The movie theater is having like a whole thing. You said you’d go with me.”

It had completely slipped his mind. “I’ve got homework dude. I can’t.”

“Homework? For the classes you’ve been skipping?”

Shit. “You got me. I’ll be there dude.”

“Thank you. Don’t ditch me last minute because I will come find you.”

“I won’t, i won’t.” Sehun muttered.

“Alright, now I’ve gotta go run some errands, but meet me at 7?” Chanyeol quickly gathered his things and rushed off, yelling a quick “See ya later,” over his shoulder to Sehun.

All Sehun could do was sigh. He still wasn’t ready to talk to Y/n, but he needed to. He should’ve already done it by now.

The past is the past, you can’t change it now.

***

Sehun regretted this. He regretted this so much. He should’ve tried alot harder to get out of these stupid plans with Chanyeol. Why did he ever agree to this? It was cold. So cold. Despite the many layers he had on, the wind managed to find a way to blow right through all of them. He kept rubbing his hands together hoping to get some kind of warmth back to them seeing as how the moment he stepped foot into the park, his fingers had gone numb.

“This was so so stupid,” was one of the only coherrent thoughts he could form as he walked to the spot Chanyeol had asked him to meet him at for the stupid movies in the park thing. The other was why the fuck would the movie theater play movies in the park? They literally have a building to do that at!

Sehun was just ready for this night to be over. He was cold and miserable, not to mention that as soon as he got to Chanyeol he would probably start up again, pestering him about when he was gonna talk to Y/n. And he got it. Chanyeol was just trying to be a good friend for both him and Y/n, but he just couldn’t get it through to his best friend that he did not want to talk about it anymore. He’d go see her and talk about it on his own time, but for now he would just like peace.

After a couple more minutes of begrudgingly walking through the park, he ended up at the statue Chan had texted him about, however there was no sign of him anywhere. Sehun pulled out his phone. The time read 7:08 pm. There’s no reason he should be late, these were literally his plans.

He wrote him a “im here where are you?” text and hit sent. Chanyeol answered immediately.

“Went with jongin, however there’s a surprise coming”

Angry was an understatement. He didn’t even want to be here and now Chanyeol had flaked on him.

“Im gonna kill you, whats the surprise”

Before Sehun could look up from his phone he heard a weak “Sehun?”

“Y/n?” Sehun’s eyes went wide with shock and his mouth followed suit. “What are you doing here?”

“Chan texted me and asked me to meet him here, I’m guessing it was a setup.” She said.

“Yeah.” Sehun choked out. He hadn’t seen Y/n  in so long and that was no one’s fault except his own, but he forgot just how breathtaking she was.

“Are you gonna say something or should I just leave.” She said, crossing her arms at an attempt to block out some of the wind blowing through her thin sweater.

“Here, take my jacket before you freeze.” Sehun said, stripping out of his top layer without so much as a second thought and offering it to her. Y/n debated for a moment on whether she should or not, despite this being their first contact in months she was absolutely freezing.

“Please?” He said, seeing the self conflict cross her features. “I know that I should’ve came to you alot sooner, but please just take my jacket and we can go sit in my car and talk.”

Y/n hesitantly took the jacket, but finally shook her head and agreement. “Alright.” Was all she said as she waited for him to lead the way. Sehun had completely forgotten about his earlier grievances. He had no idea what he was gonna say to Y/n now that she was right here in front of him. And he can’t just back down now, he’d already agreed to talk to her.

He silently led them back to his car, despite the fact that he had all these questions and things running rampant in his mind. He swore he could hear his heart beating and at the rate it was going now, he felt like it was gonna beat right out of his chest. Nervous was an understatement right now. He had no idea how this was going to go.

He knew she was upset, understandably so. He’d been completely ignoring her for months now. He also knew just how much this had probably been weighing on her especially because he’d been feeling the same way.

He took his keys out and unlocked the car, immediately jumping in and turning the heat on. Y/n was in the passenger seat, reaching for the blankets she knew Sehun kept in the backseat. She grabbed one for herself and handed Sehun the other one.

“Thank you.” He said, practically whispering. It was the first thing either of them had said in a while. His hands shook as he accepted the blanket from her. Half of it from the numbness that had settled into his fingers and the other half from just how nervous he was to be with Y/n right now in this moment.

“If you’re not ready to talk about this, I’ll just go home.” Y/n said. She wasn’t looking at Sehun, her gaze was focused somewhere else completely. “No, no, no. I do. I just don’t know where to start.” He answered honestly.

“Alright, well I’ll go first then. You know that I would never ever do anything to hurt you right?”

Sehun didn’t answer, his pride wouldn’t let him.

“Well, I wouldn’t okay. That day I was working on homework with Baekhyun. You texted and said you were almost there and then as soon as we were done he packed up his stuff and started to leave. And right as I went to close the door he called my name and then kissed me. I had no idea he was gonna do that. I didn’t want to kiss him. I never wanted to kiss him. I’ve never felt anything for him and I never will.”

Sehun shook his head. “It looked like so much more than that. It looked like that wasn’t the first time you guys had kissed. Hell for all I know you guys could’ve been sneaking around for months.”

Y/n scoffed. “Do you hear yourself right now? Why would I sneak around with Baekhyun or anyone else for heaven’s sake? I love you and I always have. I don’t need anyone else.”

“I know.”

“Listen, I know that you’d been having doubts about us and I know that it was pushing you away from me, but I swear I’ve never wanted to hurt you.”

“I never wanted to hurt you either.”

“I know babe, but it’s okay,”

“No, listen to me.” He interrupted you, but you let him. He was finally talking to you, but you were ready to listen. “Chanyeol and I overheard Baekhyun and his friends talking about what happened and how he wanted to talk to you but he wanted to break us up first. But I didn’t know that before I...” He stopped. He dreaded the words that were about to leave his lips, but he had to tell you the truth.

“When I left your house that day I ended up at Yoonha’s house and.. I was talking to her about everything and told her about Baekhyun. I… one thing led to another and I-i, we slept together.”

“You cheated on me?” The sheer hurt was very apparent on Y/n’s face. “Are you actually kidding me?”

“No I’m not and you know what I deserved it. You knew exactly how Baekhyun felt about you. He was constantly flirting with you and eye fucking you every chance he got, and you never stopped him or tried to say anything to him. You know what I’ve felt ever since that day? I’ve felt numb. Nothing else registers. Nothing registers. Nothing makes me happy, or angry, or sad, or anything else besides numb. Yoonha made me feels things that I hadn’t felt in years. She made me realize that I was right about how I was never good enough for you. I tried my hardest for six years only to find out it had all been a waste of time because you were just gonna throw yourself at the first guy that gave you a chance.

“So when I saw her that day I finally felt something and I went for it. Being with her made me feel alive. Since that day I’ve felt like I was being dragged under and there was nothing that I could do to bring myself back to the surface. She was my lifeboat, my saving grace. Every second I spent with her made me feel like I was on cloud nine and I couldn’t get enough. I slept with her. And I don’t regret it because whereas with you throughout our entire relationship I felt like I was a different person, she made me feel like myself.”

“I did everything I could to make you feel like you were good enough, because truth be told I always thought you were too good for me, but I see I stand corrected. You didn’t deserve me.”

“Woah woah woah. I didn’t deserve you?”

“Yes! I did nothing wrong, and if you had even given me the chance to explain myself from the fuck up your stupid little friend did, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.”

“Hey, he is not my friend.” Sehun interrupted.

“Is that really important right now? You cheated on me. That was your decision, before even considering to hear me out. You were so quick to throw us away. You are the only person who’s had my heart and it’s been that way for years, but you were so so quick to throw everything out the window for what? Revenge? To get back at me for something that I didn’t do?”

“I don’t even wanna hear it.”

Y/n laughed. “You don’t wanna hear it. That’s hilarious. You were alot of things Sehun, but you were never stupid. Do not blame your insecurities on me, because I never did anything wrong. I supported you. I helped you. I did anything you wanted or even needed me to do. I did so much for you out of nothing more than love. ‘Throw myself at the first guy that gave me the chance’ You are really unbelievable. I tried to understand your feelings and help you through all of them, but if you really talked to yourself into believing that I never loved you or that I didn’t think you were good enough for me, then I don’t think you ever really knew me at all. And that’s just sad.”

Y/n threw the blanket off and flung the door open, climbing out of the passenger seat as fast as she could, but before she closed the door she laughed one more time. “Six years… down the drain. I hope Yoonha makes you happy.” And with that, she slammed the car door. 

masterlist

[wackapedia]

Le Éclatant

Four/Billy x Reader

a/n: im back at my bullshit writing for Ben Hardy!

Warnings: Canon-typical violence and swearing

You were in one of your father's lavish parties. Actually, the country club throws parties almost every week. You walk through the crowd of boomers, sipping your drink, hoping it was a little stronger. One of the country club wives complement your dress. She says the exact same thing everytime you meet at a party. It's all so fake and exhausting.

Tonight's event was even more lavish than usual. The President of some other rich bitch club is here to celebrate an anniversary of some sorts. That means there's twice the drinks, twice the crowd, twice the fakery. You were tying your hair into a simple ponytail when three knocks rattle your solid mahogany door. Your father enters, carrying a box. "I want you to wear this." You take the box and open it to reveal a thick diamond-studded collar necklace. The Éclatant. Valued at over a hundred million, the Éclatant was originally commissioned for a Maharajah during the late 1800s. It came to your family's possession years ago when your French great great grandfather traveled to the east. Some uncles say he became good friends with a gallant rajah, others say he murdered one. This necklace was just one of your family's private collection of art. And tonight, you get to wear it. "Why?" You ask, carefully picking up the heavy necklace, testing how the pendant fits your neckline. "Mister Bradford is coming to the party.. " he begins. "Lions squad president, I know.. " you interject. "Lions club." He pointedly looks at you before continuing, "his son, Oliver is coming." He takes the necklace from your hands before opening the clasp and putting it around your neck. "I want you to look nice and pretty for him. We're looking into a company merger." The clasp clicks at the back of your neck. "What? Why do we need to merge companies?  We're more than comfortable having too much money!" You stare daggers at your father through the mirror. "Nothing is ever enough. You will understand this when you're older, and you'll thank me for it." He raises his voice, ending the discussion. You prepare to walk into the venue of the party, waiting outside the grand doors. It was an event hall that was still part of your family's estate. You note several bodyguards scattered at almost every French window of the hall. With big shits present, security was insane. Additional cameras were even installed just for this event. The doors to the event hall finally open for you. The sounds of your heels are muffled by the carpet. The crowd gasps at your lavish necklace. They applaud. You think it's ridiculous. Your father walks in soon, still getting applauded. Mister Bradford arrives with his son, gets applauded as well. The party begins after a short opening statement. You stand away from the crowd. You could not hold a conversation with such shallow minds. You sip your champagne, staring outside through the French windows, enjoying the view of the dark estate. You notice a trail of shadows moving quickly in the distance. You were snapped out by a hand tapping at the other side of the window's glass. You look down to see a handsome stranger dressed in all casual black, crouching at the floor, looking up at you. He motions for you to open the window. You put your champagne down to unhinge the window's lock and push it open. As soon as you do, he grabs your hand and pulls you out, shutting the window closed. Your eyes dart through the patio to see all security personnel on the ground, heads burst, bleeding all over. You were about to scream when the green-eyed stranger covers your mouth. "Hey hey shhh it's fine it's okay I'm here to save you." His face, mere inches from yours and his British accent bring you a sense of calm. He pulls you away from the dead security personnel before letting go of your mouth, but still holding your arm, pressing you between him and a wall. "What do you want?" You shakily ask the handsome stranger. "Me? Nothing, love, I'm trying to save you-" "Bullshit. You have a gun in your belt. How much do you want?!" You were starting to get hysterical. "Or I'm just happy to see you?" He teases, a delicious smirk decorating his face. Just after he speaks, a series of gunshots and screams erupt from the hall. You try to push him out of your way but he pushes you back into the wall. "Those were just warning shots. We're only taking Bradford." He explains, looking you in the eye, no hint of dishonesty in them despite being a stranger. "Winston?" You guess. That old man surely has some nasty business going on. "No. Oliver. The kid runs an underground cartel that sells children as slaves." The blonde reveals. "What?! That son of a bitch has enough money from the company! Why would he do that?" You raise your voice out of surprise. "Yeah. The cartel is based in Natumbe, in Africa. We're teaching him a lesson." He pulls away from you, noticing the team already wrapping up from inside. "Well, he deserves it." You slide your hand through your hair. "Fuck the rich." You mutter. The man smiles. "I'd love to, sweetheart, but we gotta go." He winks at you. "But i'll hold you to it!" He starts to leave the patio, facing the moist grass of the estate, towards a black getaway van. Before he steps off however, he faces you again and places his hand on the side of your neck. Before you know it, his soft cold lips are on yours, kissing you. You find yourself kissing back, feeling his cheeky smile spread before he pulls away and jogs toward the van. A man carrying who you presume to be Oliver in a sack was yelling profanities at the man you just kissed. He called him 'four' if you heard correctly? As the car drives away, you look up to see a surveillance camera pointed directly at you. "Ah shit I thought they were professionals." You sake your head, pulling out your phone and infiltrate the estate's security network. You deleted all footages from tonight, downloading the clips into your phone. You walk back to the almost empty hall, most guests leaving as soon as they can. People rushing to the exit, bumping against you counterflowing. Soon enough you spot your father, whose eyes widen at the sight of you. "Wh-where is the necklace?!" He screams. Your hands fly to your neck, finding it devoid of the precious jewelry. That sneaky bastard. "I'm fine dad." You sarcastically answer, heading outside to the parking lot. Your father continues to nag about the necklace, not even bothering to ask about you. Fortunately, you knew the necklace had a tracker. Using the estate's security network, the necklace's whereabouts are mapped within a radius as wide as the state of Alabama. You had no trouble picking up it's distant frequency signal as well as the IP address of any device near it. ---------- The underground team was driving away from the estate, trying to keep Oliver Bradford silent as he cried out for his mum. "Mate, are you fucking serious?" Four cocks a gun to Oliver's sack-clad head. He wails even louder. "Just fucking knock him out!" One yells from the front seat, Seven getting the job done smacking the back of his head. "Thank you!" One sighs. A ridiculous song from a Disney channel show suddenly starts playing. Everyone groans except for Three who starts singing along. Two fishes the ringing phone from Oliver Bradford's suit pocket and prepares to throw it out the car before One stops her. He looks at the screen to find an Unknown Number calling. One answers and puts it on speaker mode. "Hello?" ---------- "Hey.. "You recognize the voice on the other line as the man who yelled at 'four' as he was leaving. Your phone was on speaker mode, laying against the leather upholstery of the front seat of your car. You floored the accelerator through the empty road, still hoping to catch up with them. "I'm looking for a guy you called as 'Four'?" There was a long silence at the other end. ---------- "Four, what the fuck is this?" One faces Four from the front seat after putting the phone on mute. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Four yells as the rest of the crew complain. One unmutes the phone and asks: “Miss, if you're looking to get Bradford back-" "Oh no I don't give two shits about Bradford. What I am most concerned is that your buddy, Four, stole not only a kiss, but also a multi-million dollar necklace from me..." One's jaw drops, shaking his head while looking at Four. "And you dipshits probably didn't know about the tracking device in it.." you continue. One raises his gun to Four who was laughing hysterically as he recalled the kiss. "Plus you guys are just really dumb to forget about the security camera footage... " The phone dings, receiving the video footage you just sent. "Alright, do you want your necklace back?" One answers through gritted teeth, gripping the phone dangerously tight. "... Nah. I want in." One's eyebrows shoot to his hairline. "E-excuse me?" "I don't know exactly what vigilante club you guys are running but you are in desperate need of a hacker." You confidently explain while driving, their black van now visible. You blow the horn of your Cadillac twice. "That's me" you speak. One contemplates for a while before going "Alright, pull over. We'll talk."

[xavierplym]

Idk what I did but I’m not mad about it oh boy

also didnt wordcount cos im lazy

contains slight smut 

He swiftly steps out of his car and slams his door shut as he heads over to the bar – and boy, does fury not cover it.

20:32

Huffing back in his chair, he tries to collect himself before rolling his eyes, thinking to himself as to why this meeting have been going on for two hours now, but the agitation is setting in, his leg bouncing as he lets his fall to his watch. Much to his surprise, he feels a buzz of his phone in his pocket. Sliding his hand into it, he glances to the gentlemen sitting around the large conference table before flicking his eyes down to his screen.

Sweet thing, 20:33

“Having plenty of fun without you, but it’s getting pretty boring”

The smirk pulls on the corner of his lips before it drops quickly as the second text comes through. He quickly locks his phone in panic, heat rushing to his cheek as he scans the room once more – just to be safe.

He unlocks his phone once more to take a closer look, feeling his jaw clench and his sudden realisation that he is very hungry.

What kind of guy does she think he is? The type to get excited over pictures of her exposing her fishnet covered ass from her very small silk dress in the reflection of a bar restroom? You’re absolutely right and it pisses him off.

Before responding he gives the room one last look around to give the false presence on listening before focusing back to his phone.

Duncan, 20:38

“Distracting me in a meeting isn’t going to make it go any quicker. Don’t be a brat and make it difficult for me.”

He sends the message without a second thought and locks his phone, leaving it laid flat on his thigh as he tries to come back to reality of whatever bullshit the man in front of him was going on about.

Sweet thing, 20:40

Sent a photo message.

Jaw clenching and hands fisting, he stares at the screen – completely distracted by the thought of whatever that picture maybe.

Without even realising he finds himself unlocking his phone and that’s all it took. 

His pushes the bar door open more aggressively than anticipated, causes a few bystanders to stare as he enters. He pushes past the bodies in the busy bar, jaw still clenched shut since leaving the office.

The sound of her laughter causes him to stare off to the bar where she sat with her friends, legs crossed elegantly over one another and her hand lightly holding her martini glass as her eyes squint into her smiling state. Usually, he’d find her state rather sweet – adorable, even.

Not tonight.

Approaching her from behind, her friends laughter dropped into stifle laughs as they try and control themselves in his presence. She doesn’t doesn’t even turn fully toward him, just glances to him from over shoulder, “Oh, look who decided to show.” She speaks softly, sass dripping off every word, causing his tongue to press to his cheek in annoyance as he glances up and deeply sighs.

When he looks back her attention has gone back to being like he wasn’t even there, gulping slightly as he watches go for another sip of her drink – he beats her movements and takes the glass from her hands. That got her attention and now she’s got her whole view on him as she turned in her bar stall.

“Give me back my drink, Duncan.” She speaks plainly, eyes dark with pretend annoyance but he can feel her mentally undressing him the longer she stares. His frustrated stares remains but the smirk on his lips returns as he glances at the glass in his hand before going back to her.

He lifts it to his lips before finishing the remaining drink in one large gulp before setting the glass down calmly on the bar, swallowing noticeably – he cocks his head to the side, “What drink?” Feeling the alcohol burning his throat, he steps closer to her form, pushing her thighs open just enough to place one of his thighs in between as he leans down to her ear, taking in her scent of her perfume he’s realised he’s had enough of playing this game.

“If I were you, I’d get in my fucking car.” Jaw clenching once more he stands straight again, watching her eyes flutter in disbelief and she looked like she was contemplated on saying something further. Instead, she slides off her stall and grabs her clutch bag and without a word, she heads for the door, brushing her arm against his as she passes him. He sighs to himself contently and looks back to her friends – with their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets at the scene they had just watched – he straightens a nonexistent crease in his shirt before giving the girls a nod, “Have a pleasant evening, ladies” he couldn’t hold back the smug grin at this point before stepping back to follow the fireball quick on her tail.

Dropping his smug smile as the cool air hit his face, he takes long strides towards his car to which she leans against, head cocked to the side as she watches him approach, smile growing wider.

Not wanting to give in to the act he just passes by to the drivers seat and steps in quickly causing her eyes to roll and an exhale leave her nose as she turns on her heal to step in also.

-

The car ride is silent, his knuckles turning white due to the grip on the wheel and she notices, feeling very proud. “So, you didn’t like the photos–“

“Don’t.” His quick response makes the smirk grow wider on her lips as she continues to watch his jaw clench. Sighing with false sympathy, she couldn’t help the small giggle leave her throat, “Oh did little boy Duncan get a hard cock during an important meeting?” His frustrated laugh exhales through his nose before glancing over to her with a dangerous eye that makes the heat between her thighs deepen. He focuses back onto the road before speaking in a smooth, calm voice, “I’d be careful, because the way you’re going you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week.”

His words makes her thighs squeeze tighter and her mouth tempted to drool but she swallows back the thought and replaces any submissive feeling with a confident one and to his surprise, his ears were filled with her held back laughter and her shoulders shaking in his peripheral vision to the amusement.

But that’s all it took. His nostrils flared slightly and didn’t hesitate to pull in the dark lay-by of the country road. The car comes to a halt and her laughter falters, whipping her head to him not breaking his position on the wheel and stare ahead. Taking a deep breathe he swings his car door open, steps out without a word and shuts the door and leaving her in a thick silence.

She watches him pass his head lights, the head lights that were the only sort of light covering their area before he opens her door and leans over unbluckling her seatbelt and grabbing her upper arm, gesturing her to follow his movements out of the car, which she follows.

Pulling her to the bonnet of his car, he stares down at her, noses barely grazing as his vision become clouded.

“You think it’s funny?” He turns her quickly , thighs pressed to the bonnet and her arms bounded to her back as his own wraps around pushing her elbows together. He presses his lips to her ear, not being able to help the lustful hiss escape his mouth, “You think this is a fucking game, huh?” He feels the goosebumps rise to her skin as his free hand travels down the soft, thin fabric dress and gripping to the tender skin of her thigh coated in fishnet. The satisfactory hum vibrates against her back, causing her eyes to flutter and jaw hang slightly as his hand makes it way back up but to the heat between her thighs, touching the pathetic wet cotton that covers her modesty – his smug laugh makes her cheeks flush and hips grind back against his touch, he reaches his second hand round to meet the other between her legs, being aggressively quick to the hole he makes to expose her small panties fully. “All because you couldn’t help your little, slutty, needy ways.” His words strong and thick as he dips a finger past the cotton, making her head to fall back against his chest with a whimpering sigh and brows furrowed.

His smugness growing as he watches her crumble against his hand, he lets out a long satisfied hum vibrate through his chest as his fingers strokes slow patterns between her legs – her faint begging whimpers making his eyes droop in arousal and teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he doesn’t stop himself pushing his finger knuckle deep. Her hand finding it’s way to his thigh and grabbing as much of his trouser leg as she could as she slumps at the slight sudden fullness and head hanging low as she feels her skin become hot, despite being in the open cool air.

While releasing his bottom lip, he withdrawals his hand from the small fabrics of her panties and he watches her slam her hands to the bonnet, trying to collect any sanity left from the torture he had begun against her body.

He watches her back rise and fall as she tries to steady her breath, smirking to himself he takes a large hand to her back to gently push her down against the cold metal of the car. Laying his chest to her back and lip reaching for her ear again, she wiggles her hips beneath him with impatience and he lowly giggles against her hair as he begins to fumble with his belt. She couldn’t help the moan escape her lips as she hears the zipper get pulled and his hand coming back to pull the crotch of her panties back and over one of her asscheeks to keep in place.

Grip finding its ways to that same cheek, he grunts against her neck as he lines himself up against her, speaking smugly into her ear, “Let’s sort this neediness, shall we?”

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 1: A Huntress stalks the night

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2143

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected.

“Hostage Situation: six civilians inside, one with the criminal on the roof at gunpoint, all of them women.”

Katsuki looked up into the night sky, eyeing the small figures on the rooftop. The criminal was standing close to the edge, pressing a gun against the temple of the hostage in his arms. It was quite high up, and the building was old, so Katsuki would have to be careful going in. One wrong explosion and the whole thing could come down, burying heroes, villains and civilians all the same. He had to admit, the criminal was smart.

“Ground Zero?”

The voice of the police officer with his tablet at hand snapped him out of his thought.

“I know the goddamn situation,” he growled, and dedicated his attention back to the victim. He’d need backup for this one, despite how much he hated it. Usually he worked alone, his quirk versatile enough to ensure success. But this was different. Green lightning hit the ground next to him and made people around him gasp and jump aside.

“Seems like they were counting on you to show up here, Ka-chan,” Deku said, straightening after his landing and clapping his childhood friend on the back. “Got your call. What’s the plan?”

There had been times when the familiarity Deku treated him with had made him go off in a rage. But now he was older and knew damn well even he needed support at times.

“Seven victims. One piece of shit with a gun holding a hostage on the roof. Rickety building,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. He’d love to just blow this vermin to bits and be done with it. But it wasn’t that kind of day.

“Fuckin’ bastards.”

“Hmm. So, we have to be careful going inside. The building could-”

“I fucking know that. That’s why you’re here, for fuck’s sake,” Katsuki snapped. “You go inside and look after the women. I’ll take care of the vermin on the roof.”

Not being in the mood for quite so many words, he stomped off. Deku knew how to work with him, so there was no need to talk strategy.

Heavy rain drummed on the asphalt, soaking Katsuki to the bone. A shiver ran over his skin as he checked where best to enter and get on top of the building, the big full moon illuminating his way. He’d worked these streets as a hero ten fucking years now. It was becoming increasingly hard to be surprised at the cruelty and oftentimes stupidity of criminals and villains, putting civilians in danger or causing chaos in his city.

Soon, he found the back entrance of the neighbouring building. It was a little shorter than the one he was trying to get on top of, but he figured he could just blast himself up there with a well-planted explosion. Quickly, he strode up the staircase of the abandoned building, taking two or three steps at a time.

He had every reason to hurry. Criminals like this never had good nerves, especially those who held innocent people at gunpoint, and as soon as Deku started doing his thing inside, the man on top would surely be alarmed.

From outside he heard screams and the sound of guns going off. Speak of the devil…

“Shit! Fucking awesome,” he hissed and quickened his step, sprinting up the last flight of stars before throwing himself against the metal door of the roof. 

The moment he stepped outside, raindrops drummed down on him like hail, the wind up here turning the water droplets almost into shards of ice. Not that he was able to feel much cold.

Katsuki let out a curse and rushed to the edge of the building. Down on the ground, he could make out some of his fellow colleagues having it out with a group of villains that had emerged from the shadows. They would be okay, he knew that. His attention returned to the man standing alone in the moonlight.

They weren’t too far apart, so his calculations had been spot on. But he couldn’t just blast up there if he didn’t want to risk the life of the sobbing woman with the gun to her head.

Shit. Great. Because he was so good with negotiating.

“You better let her go, you shitfaced bastard!” he roared up through the heavy rain. “You know damn well I’ll blast you to shit if you hurt her.”

“Fuck you!” the criminal shouted back in a high pitched voice. ”You won’t do shit! Number two hero, my ass. You can’t do nuthin’ ‘cause you can’t have her dead!”

Growling a string of curses Katsuki desperately tried to come up with a way to get up to the building without endangering the victim so he could beat the ever living shit out of that arsehole.

“Ka-chan! What’s the situation?”

The voice coming out of the communication device in his ear made him flinch.

“That fucker has the woman too close to the edge,” said Katsuki. “I’m gonna blast up there and kick him in the face before he can actually shoot. Can you create a distraction inside?”

“Uhh.” The sound of shots being fired “I’ll do my best but im under fire! Give me a minute.”

“We don’t have a fucking minute, Deku!”

This was why he worked alone. Usually. This bullshit was ripping his nerves to shreds. 

“Just do it, Deku! Make yourself fucking useful and stop playing,” Bakugou hissed into the device.

“You fucking heroes think you can do whatever you want. I’ll show you! I’ll take this bitch with me before I die!” came another shriek from the upper roof. This dude really was pushing his luck.

Through the strong rain, Katsuki watched as the burly man dragged the helpless woman closer towards the edge. Was he going to throw her off?

His body moved quickly, getting ready to either blast up there or somehow catch the falling woman.

“You better not fucking move! I’ll rip you to shreds and feed you your own shi-”

Katsuki heard something slice through air and rain like an arrow, followed by a wet thud. The world fell quiet, as if time were standing still.

Katsuki’s blood grew cold. An ice arrow had lodged itself right between the criminal’s eyes. The burly man staggered, one step, then another, dropping the weapon he had been holding. Then he fell, and with him the woman.

“Fuck!”

Katsuki flung himself into the air, the explosion of his quirk giving him the needed momentum. He grabbed the falling woman in midair, wrapping his arms around her before the two of them hit the window of the opposite building. Glass shattered and sliced Katsuki’s exposed skin as he rolled over the floor, trying not to break any of his or the woman’s bones.

“Ka-chan!” Deku’s voice sounded relieved and shocked at the same time. “What happ-”

Katsuki had no time to reply. The assassin was still out there. He knew she was. Why the fuck was she here again? He should have known better. She always got involved in shit like this.

“Take her outside!” he barked, and thrust the woman he’d just saved into his friend’s arms. “It’s her! She shot the bastard.”

Realisation dawned on Deku’s face and he turned pale. Without a word, he picked up the sobbing but apparently unharmed woman and rushed downstairs while Bakugou flung himself out of the window again. It only took a few blasts for him to get to the top of the building.

“Where are you?” he yelled into the dark. It had to be her. He knew it was her. Only one person took out villains with that kind of technique. Arrows of ice - her one signature, because they never left any traces once melted. “Show yourself!”

“No need to yell. I’m right here, Katsuki.”

A chill ran down Katsuki’s spine. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. It had been haunting his dreams for so many years now. The slight drawl to his name, the accent forming around Japanese words.

He turned to face the assassin.

There she was, untamed red hair glowing in the moonlight like a flame, her small frame outlined by the full moon. The Huntress vigilante that stalked the night.

“Artemis,” he said. His voice sounded rough.

Something painful stirred in his chest and he cursed himself. 

She still had the water bow that her quirk had allowed her to form in her hand. Green eyes gleamed at him through the black mask that covered half of her face. There was a softness to them, something he knew she held only for him.

“It’s been a while,” she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he hissed, his heart clenching in his chest. How many times had she spoiled his cases this way? Killing without mercy and leaving no traces behind. But he knew her. The way she moved, talked, even her scent was something he could pick out of a thousand people.

She shrugged and the bow in her hand disintegrated.

“You’re welcome, by the way. If I hadn’t shot him, I wonder what would’ve happened next. Would you have blown him off the roof? Flung yourself at him and gotten her shot? Or would you have waited for him to shoot her and then blow him up?” she purred with feigned disinterest. “Either way, there would have been a sacrifice… What great Hero work.”

“Oh, but shooting him in the face and making him drop her is better?” he growled.

“I think I’ve calculated quite well though,” she replied. “I mean, you did catch her, no?”

A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki’s chest.

“Stop playing games, Artemis! This needs to stop. Soon I won’t be able to keep them from putting a fucking bounty on your head! Then every Hero and their grandma will be on your arse.”

“Ah yes, the ever so dangerous hero grandma. How frightful,” she chuckled.

"You think this is a joke? You want to fucking die?”

Artemis’ face fell into a cool mask. “I don’t need your help. Like any of you was ever able to catch me. Don’t waste your time with things that don’t concern you, Ground Zero.”

Bakugou cursed again. How many times had he had this conversation with her? Why wouldn’t she just listen? What was all this for?

“Artemis.” He spoke her name as a plea. Ten years. Ten years of running after her. Trying to understand her. Trying to get her back.

“Ka-chan!” Deku’s voice echoed through the night, followed by green lightning as the current number one hero landed next to him on the roof. Deku had visible scratches on his skin and bruises that were about to form, but Bakugou couldn’t bring himself to take away his gaze from the woman standing in front of him.

“Hello, Izuku. Fancy meeting you here,” Artemis said as if greeting an old friend. “You’ve certainly looked better if I remember right. Have the men inside pushed you a little far? You’re getting soft.”

Deku’s green eyes widened as he met the eyes of the assassin. 

“No, I held back so I wouldn’t injure anyone beyond repair.” Delu spoke calmly, but there was a rare hint of steel in his voice.

Artemis shrugged before taking a step back towards the edge of the roof.

“Dont you dare think about fucking off like this!” Katsuki growled. “You stay right where you are.”

“Or what?” Artemis’ smirk sent a shiver down his spine. She was toying with him.

“Why are you doing this, Artemis?” Deku asked.

“I have my reasons,” Artemis replied with ice in her voice. “No need for you to worry your pretty little head with it.”

She took another step back, then another.

Moving at the same time, the heroes stepped forward, but the huntress held out a hand.

“Ah, I wouldn’t.” She held up a warning finger. “Before you act, I’d like you to remind you that it’s raining. Which means you’re outmatched.”

She was right. She was so right and Katsuki hated it. In an earnest fight, he could have overpowered her, but if she was just trying to make a run for it, her quirk would undoubtedly give her the advantage in this situation. Bakugou knew that. He’d seen it happen so many goddamn times.

“Well then, gentlemen. I bid you farewell,” she said, and pulled up her hood. “Stop searching for me, Katsuki. You won’t like what you find.”

With that, she flung herself backwards off the roof.

“No!” A scream ripped from Katsuki’s lungs as he rushed forward, trying to get a hold of her, but she slipped through his fingers like water and disappeared into the night.

He’d failed again. How many times more?

[turtle-steverogers]

Race vs the hot RA

Or the couple times race pined after the hot RA and the time the hot RA pined back

Hi! im back at school after thanksgiving break, so i decided to write some college fluff.  like for real guys.  its j us t fluff

enjoy!

ship: ralbert

warnings: lots of fucking smiling ;)

word count: something like 3k?

editing: nein

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1.

“This is BULLSHIT.”

Race takes out an earbud and stares, mildly alarmed, at the bathroom door of their suite.  Abruptly, the shower shuts off, despite having been on for all of thirty seconds and a moment later, Spot emerges with a towel wrapped around his waist, shivering hard enough to rival a chihuahua left out in front of a grocery store in the rain.  He looks angry, scowling hard enough to bare his teeth and eyes narrowed in a way that would probably be murderous if he didn’t also look entirely pathetic.  

Race quirks an amused eyebrow, “Everything okay?”

“No,” Spot growls, “there’s no fucking hot water.”

Race frowns, “Like, none?”

“Yes, Race,” Now Race can see the goosebumps that line Spot’s arms and notes with faint concern that his lips look a little blue, “None.  Like, it’s fucking Antarctica in that fucking shower.  I feel like Steve Rogers after he crashed that fucking plane into the Arctic.”

“Shit, that’s not good.”

Spot scoffs, giving him a ‘no shit’ look and crosses to his drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

“Maybe too many people are using the showers?” Race suggests, “and like, maybe the hot water got all used up.  That happens sometimes at home.”

“Don’t think it works like that,” Spot says, padding back towards the bathroom, “M’pretty sure this place operates more like a hotel, so lack of hot water shouldn’t be an issue.  Can you go let the RA know something’s wrong with the plumbing?”

Race’s stomach drops, face coloring a bit at the thought of talking to Albert, their engineering SLO’s attractive resident’s assistant.  Like Race and Spot, he’s a junior, but this was Race’s first year living in the engineering housing, so he hadn’t seen him around before.  Which was weird considering they should have at least had a freshman seminar together or something of the sort. 

But nope.  On upperclassmen move in day, Race was completely blindsided by the pretty redhead coming around to the dorms, introducing himself with a disarmingly charming smile and an overly peppy, “If you ever need anything, I’m in 311b!”

Which was unfair, really, because naturally, Race had to see Albert fairly often at various floor events and as smooth as he’d like to believe he is, Albert made him basically incoherent.

And Spot knows that.

So, fuck Spot.

“Can’t you go tell him?” Race calls, trying not to sound pathetic but missing that mark by miles.

“No!” Spot shouts back, still sounding irritated, “I got class soon, dude, stop being a pussy and go!”

Race groans, steeling himself for a moment before pushing himself up from his desk and crossing towards the door, stopping at the bathroom to yell a quick, “I hate you!” at Spot before exiting and ambling down the hall towards Albert’s single.  The sign outside Albert’s door says that he’s on duty, so he knocks twice and bounces on his toes while he waits, stomach swooping when he hears a, “Just a sec!” from inside the room.

A second later, Albert opens the door, looking relaxed in a pair of running shorts and long sleeved shirt, feet tucked into a fluffy pair of moccasins.  The outfit is stupid and entirely adorable and Race has to forcably log his brain back online.  By the time he’s gotten a grip on himself, he realizes that Albert was saying something and is now looking at him with a mildly concerned and expectant smile on his face.

“Shit, sorry,” Race stammers, “What?”

The easy smile doesn’t drop, but an almost knowing glint flashes through Albert’s eyes, “I just asked what’s up.  Everything okay?”

“Oh,” Race feels himself blush, “Yeah, no, the hot water’s just fucked in our bathroom.  Thought I should let you know.”

“Ah, fuck,” Even disgruntled, Albert looks easy-going.  It’s unfair really.  For someone majoring in astrophysics, Albert always look entirely too relaxed, “Yeah, Mush came to me earlier about that.  I called in a ‘fix-it’ and they said someone should be coming to look at it around 5 o’clock.  Sorry, though.  I know cold showers are fucking awful.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” Race says, “Spot was the one who got the brunt of it, not me.”

“Bet he was thrilled,” Albert says, “Kid’s a ray of sunshine.”

Albert even manages to make biting sarcasm sound entirely welcome.  Race isn’t convinced he doesn’t have super powers or something.

“Yeah, he was super chill about it,” Race plays along, “Kindly asked me to let you know and everything.”

“Mhm, I’m sure.”

There’s a small lapse of silence and Race starts to feel the nerves in his stomach come back, suddenly overwhelmed again by Albert’s alluring nature.  He’s about to turn and leave when Albert opens his door wider.

“You wanna come in for a bit?” He asks, “Was just making some ramen if you’re interested.”

“Oh,” Race’s heart soars for a second before dropping again, “Fuck, I’d love to, but I can’t,” Albert’s face falls a fraction and Race tries not to read too deep into that, “I have to finish studying for that astro 212 exam.”

Albert lights up again, “Oh! I gotta study for that, too.  We can study together?  If you want, I mean.  Like, you totally don’t have to if you, like, study better alone or something, I just thought it might be fun to-”

“Albert,” Race cuts him off, feeling oddly elated to see Albert flustered for once, “No, that’s perfect.  I’d love to eat ramen and study with you, just give me a minute to go grab my notes.”

“Sweet!” Albert says, smiling again, “I’ll keep my door open, so just come on in whenever!”

Race gives him a thumbs up and tries not to run back to his room.  Once he’s inside, it’s a mad dash to grab his things, cursing as he drops his graphing calculator twice.  He doesn’t even notice Spot on the floor, tying his shoes, until he laughs.

“Got a hot study date?” He quips.

“No,” Race says, “Shut up.  RAs aren’t technically allowed to date residents.”

Spot holds up his hands in the universal sign of surrender, “Rules can be bent.”

Race rolls his eyes, rushing back out of the room.

2.

Race fucking hates calculus.  Well, actually, that’s a lie.  He fucking loves calculus.  Numbers have always made sense to him, theorems and equations melding into one beautiful web of logic that always pulled him into a comfortable rhythm.  But right now, surface integrals were fucking him in the ass.  

Which is why he’s holed up in the library on a Sunday morning, staving off a wicked hangover and trying not to vomit as he stares dejectedly at his textbook, praying that the words on the page will magically make sense.  Sighing probably too dramatically, he pulls his notebook towards himself and copies down another problem, working through it at a snail’s pace before checking the answer in the back of the book…

...And it’s wrong.  Again.  Fuck.

He groans, dropping his head down and thumping it a few times against the table.  It makes his head hurt worse, so he stops, inwardly reviewing all the ways he’s a fucking dumbass who shouldn’t be in college, because college is hard.  

And fuck multivariable calculus.

Just kidding, sorry, Race thinks, I love you, multivar.  

“Doing okay?” 

Race looks up too fast, groaning again at the movement.  Albert’s hovering across the table from him, backpack slung on his back and iced coffee in hand, an amused smirk resting on his face.  He looks entirely too awake for a 10 am on a Sunday, but then again he wasn’t drinking last night.  

“Depends,” Race answers, apparently too hungover to be too affected by Albert’s presence, “Are surface integrals really worth my sweat and tears?”

“For our major, yes,” Albert says, “Mind if I sit?”

Race waves him off, dropping his head back onto the table, “Go ahead.  What’re you doing up so early?”

“Same as you it seems,” Race can hear him taking out his books, “Guess we all got a little behind on calc homework.”

“Guess so,” Race forces himself to sit back up, “I don’t get it.”

“What don’t you get?”

“Any of it,” Race feels his stress start to peak, “I haven’t gotten a single fucking problem right and I’ve been here since fucking 8 and really, I don’t know why I did that to myself, ‘cause I was up ‘til god knows when last night dri-” He cuts off, eyeing Albert warily.  

Albert shakes his head, “It’s okay, call me a bad RA, but as long as you all are being safe with it and there are no complaints, do what you want.”

Race nods, “Well, then, yeah.  So, I was up ‘til god knows when and now I’m hungover, but I gotta spend more time on this fucking class so I don’t fail this unit, because I’ve never failed a unit of math before and I don’t wanna start now, because then I’ll fail everything and fail out of college and-”

“Whoa,” Albert reaches across the table and places a hand on Race’s forearm, “Slow down, dude, breathe,” he waits for Race to take a deep breath, “It’s going to be alright, man.  Everyone’s got a bad unit, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail it all.  Just gotta make a game plan.  I’m decent at this stuff if you want some help? I can’t say I’m as good as a TA or something might be, but I can help you get this assignment done.”

Race takes another deep breath, trying not to focus on Albert’s lingering grip on his arm.  Albert seems to come back to himself though, because he clears his throat, coloring a little as he squeezes Race’s arm and lets go.

“Sorry,” Race says sheepishly, “Didn’t mean to lose it there.”

“Happens to the best of us.”

And there’s Albert again, putting Race at ease with the tone of his voice alone.  Fucking magic, Race swears.

Maybe it’s an RA thing.  They all seem to have that scarily open demeanor.  Race could never.

“You don’t gotta help me, man,” Race says, “I’d feel bad making you-”

“Don’t,” Albert says, smiling.  Jeez, does he ever stop smiling? “You’re not making me do anything, I offered.  Plus, I gotta get this shit done, too.  We’d really just be doing it together.  It’s better practice to go in depth anyway.”

A swell of admiration grips Race and he has to look back down at his notebook to keep from doing something stupid like kiss Albert or something.  

“C’mon,” Albert prompts lightly, scooching so he’s next to Race instead of across from him and knocking their knees together.  Race tries not to lean into the touch, “What’s the first problem? 34?”

They work through the math at a steady pace, and with Albert’s instruction (which lacks a certain condescending air that Spot always gets when he tries to help Race out), Race starts to understand the content better.  He’ll still need to go to office hours, probably, but for the moment, he feels less panicked.  

By the time they’re finished, their bodies are pressed together from shoulder to thigh, both of them hunched over their work only inches apart.  Race tries not to stare, but he can’t help but notice the way Albert bites his lip and narrows his eyes when he’s focused.  Even with his guard down, he’s magnetic- effortlessly charming.  He must feel Race looking, because he glances up from where he’s completing the final problem.  They’re very close- too close, really and Race can see him flick his gaze down to his lips for a second before locking on his eyes.  In his peripheral, Race can see his ears color.  He’s a blusher, Race has come to realize.  It’s kind of precious.

“Thanks,” Race says, unable to stand the growing tension.  

Albert blinks a couple times, eyes clearing, “Yeah, no prob.”

“Like, really, thanks.  I get it more now and I’m infinitely less stressed.”

Albert grins, “I’m really glad.”

It’s quiet for another second, then Race shifts, glancing at his watch and realizing he’s done with homework and it’s not even 1:00 pm yet.

“Shit, what time is it,” Albert asks, leaning in again to look at Race’s watch, “Fuck, I have duty in a half hour, I gotta go.”

Race tries not to feel disappointed at the prospect of Albert leaving, “Yeah, I might try to go back to sleep to be honest.”

Albert laughs, “Good plan, drink water.”

“Will do.”

They pack up in silence and walk out of the library, pausing again when they get back to their hall.  

“Obviously fuck math, but I had fun hanging out with you,” Albert says.

Race feels his heartbeat pick up, “I had fun too.”

There’s another pause, this time a little more loaded, then Albert claps him on the shoulder, “Catch those Zs, bro, I’ll see you around.”

“See you.” Race says, waving as Albert begins to head down the hall.

“Don’t forget to eat!”

“I won’t.”

Albert turns around, fixing him with a playfully serious glare, “Promise me, Higgins.  Can’t have any residents sick if I have something to do with it.”

Race laughs, “I promise.”

“Good,” Albert winks and Race feels himself blush down to his chest.

3.

“Albert?”

The situation feels oddly flipped when Race walks into Panera to find Albert slumped at a table, head in his hands and knee bouncing rapidly under the table.  It’s a Tuesday afternoon and Race figured he’d grab his weekly cup of broccoli cheddar soup before english.

Albert lifts his head from his hands and Race feels his concern grow when he notices the red that rims his eyes.  He’s only ever seen Albert cool and collected, but he supposes even freakishly bubbly people have bad days, too.

“Hey, Race,” Albert tries to smile at him, but it falls short, “What’s up? You okay?”

“I’m good,” Race says, “Just grabbing a bite.  What about you?  Are you okay?”

Albert deflates a little, dropping his eyes down to his laptop, “I’m alright.”

“You sure?” Race ventures.  Fuck it, he thinks and sits down, “You’re looking a little stressed.  Is something up?”

He sincerely hopes he isn’t pushing boundaries here, but Albert looks like he needs a friend right now.  Or maybe a shot of really strong tequila.  Or both.

Albert shrugs, letting out a breath.  It sounds shaky and shallow.  He fixes Race with a self-deprecating smile.

“Shouldn’t this be the other way around?”

“Hey, man, just because you’re an RA doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help or some bullshit.  I’m not gonna make you talk to me or anything, that would be shitty, but I’m here for you and so’s everyone else on the floor.  If something’s bothering you, then it’s valid and you deserve support.”

Albert has such a starkly vulnerable look in his eyes that Race almost has to look away.  The corners of his lips are turned down and his eyes are wide and almost pleading and he looks so goddamn defeated and beautiful at the same time and Race really wants to hug him.

Albert’s jaw shifts and he turns his gaze down towards his hands.  His voice cracks a bit when he says, “I’m technically here on a hockey scholarship, right?” Race nods and Albert continues, “And our team is losing national ranking, ‘cause our new coach fucking sucks, so I might lose aspects of that scholarship and my parents can’t pay for my tuition on their own and-” he stops, shaking his head, “I’m scared, I think.  I don’t wanna have to drop out or something.”

Race takes a moment to mull over a good response and reaches across the table, hoping he’s been reading their interactions correctly as he places a hand over Albert’s.  To his relief (and delight) Albert flips his hand so their fingers are laced together.  

Race squeezes it encouragingly, “I can’t promise you that everything will be alright and I can’t make you false reassurances, but I bet if you talked to the financial aid office, they could help you figure out a plan?  But throughout all of this, I’m going to be here for you, alright?  Anything you need, just let me know.  If that’s a place to talk shit out, I gotchu, but I’m also here if you just need a friend.  I’m here for you, Al.”

Albert’s looking at him again, that same vulnerable look on his face, but something else is there a well.  Something softer underlying the worry lines on his face.

“Next semester I’m not going to be an RA anymore.” He blurts.

Race blinks, “Alright?”

Albert huffs out a laugh, “Sorry, I mean like,” he shakes himself, starting over, “I like you, Race.”

Race’s stomach jolts, “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” Albert says slowly.  They’re hands are still linked together and Race can feel Albert’s hand sweating.  Or maybe that’s his.  Fuck, they both seem keyed up.

“Fuck, I mean, Albert, I like you too.  Have since the beginning of the semester,” Race knows he’s talking too fast, but the smile on Albert’s face tells him it doesn’t matter.

“Yeah?” And Albert looks so damn appeased that Race laughs.

“Yeah.”

“So, if I’m not an RA next semester, then we could…”

“You tryna ask me out, Dasilva?” Race asks, a teasing lilt to his tone.

“Eventually, yes I am,” Albert says.

On a whim, Race lifts Albert’s hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles.  

“After Winter break, I’m taking you to that thai place in town.”

Albert’s smile takes on a genuinity that Race hasn’t seen before, “I’d like that.”

A month later...

“Feels good to actually be able to, like, do this shit publicly.”

Race leans in, pressing a kiss to Albert’s chin.  They’re in the library, trying to get ahead of their physics homework before it picks up too much.  Technically, they’d gotten together after admitting to liking each other last semester, but they weren’t allowed to have a relationship until Albert was out of his RA position.

“Yeah, that was like some star crossed lovers bullshit,” Albert laughs, “Hiding you in my dorm room and stealing kisses in dark hallways.”

“How romantic,” Race teases.

“I know.”

They kiss for real, both leaning into it.  Race feels Albert grip his arm right above his elbow, rubbing his thumb in circles around his bicep.  In turn, he brushes Albert’s hair behind his ears, tilting his jaw to deepen the kiss.

They pull apart and lean their foreheads together, smiling.

“I’m thinking about becoming an RA next semester,” Race murmurs.

Albert pulls back, looking alarmed until he sees the smirk on Race’s face, “you ass, I actually believed you!”

“Pfft, I wouldn’t do that when we just got this,” Race says, pulling Albert back in and kissing him again, “I like you too much.”

Albert smiles, giddy and exultant, “I like you, too, I think.”

“You think?”

“I know, I think.”

Race swats him, “Be serious and love me.”

They both freeze, the weight of the words they have yet to actually say suddenly hanging in the air.

Albert sobers up, taking Race’s hand, “I do love you.  A lot, actually.”

And really, that’s unfair, because sometimes Race still gets so goddamn enamored by Albert and he can’t really believe he actually likes him back and he can feel his face flushing and oh god, he’s not going to revert back to incoherence is he? Oh god-

“Don’t have an aneurysm,” Albert says, kissing his nose, “I love you.  That’s all.”

When Race smiles, it feels too big for his face, “I love you, too.”

END

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Chapter 5

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Genre: DystopianFuture!au; Prison!au; historical and mythological characters; based on the Fate/ anime series. Fluff, Angst, Smut (it’s gonna be real smutty in some chapters 😳) Action and fighting will be a definite theme.

Pairing: poly!Ot7 X Reader -there will be some three(maybe even more)some smut in future chapters

Warnings: Fingering, Unprotected sex, voyeur and exhibitionism? 

Word count: 4.8k

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As the car continued to speed down the road, Yoongi's foot was shaking on the pedal.  He’d had his fair share of experiences racing away from a terrifying situation, but nothing compared to this.  His palms sweat, slipping slightly on the steering wheel as he made a sharp turn.  The brutal sight from mere minutes ago playing in his mind on a loop. 

About twenty feet up in the air a silver camera drone hovered.  Almost as if it had eyes, Yoongi felt its stare intruding into the windows of the car.  Yoongi rolled down his driver’s side window.

“Did you like that you sick fucks? Did we put on a good show for you?” He screamed out, putting his arm out the window and sticking his middle finger up at the drone,  At the world, at the viewers who were probably all comfortable on their couches with popcorn and other snacks while they watched that gruesome event play out.  Some had probably even cheered when the team was taken out. If they had a bet going on they may have just won some money off the deaths that took place. 

Yoongi was growing nauseous at that thought, and put his foot to the gas even more, wanting to be home and indoors where the cameras wouldn’t follow. 

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When the car pulled into the garage, the rest of the group assumed the same roles they had done the last time.  You slid off the back of the trunk shakily as Jimin held out a hand to steady you on your way down. 

“Thanks” you mumbled.

“Of course, you okay?”

“Been better” you shrugged.  You had thought that nothing could ever terrify you more than Vulcan did.  Yet, today had proved you wrong.  When you were faced with your possible demise, you had a thought.  You didn’t want to leave this world, not yet, you still needed more time with these men. 

Master, his cold way of dealing with you still hadn’t turned you off from the idea that he was still someone you wanted to be close with.

Jin, his caring nature, the way he carried you to the couch, and constantly checked in on you.

Hoseok, you hadn’t gotten extremely close with him, but you really like him and his ready to go attitude that really encouraged the rest of the team, and kept them positive despite what you were all going through.

Namjoon, the way he cared about his teammates, taking on a lot of the hard decisions and playing mediator even when he had his own shit going on, you knew that took a toll on him, but he didn’t show it. 

Jimin, the beautiful man who made you feel so good nights ago.  You had grown fond of his smile, and his warm heart.  He was moody and a bit rash at times, but he was good, and kind to you.

Taehyung, the man you had felt comfortable talking to about your past.  He listened well, and he didn’t seem to judge you for anything.  If he did, he’d never said a word.  He felt like safety in this world that was currently anything but.

And lastly Jungkook, the awkward shy man, who you noticed was scared and probably wanted to run away from this whole thing and never look back. Yet, he stayed with his teammates, not wanting to let anyone down and still trying his best.

These men, your team mates.  You weren’t ready to leave that behind.

So, for the first time in your life, or second life, whatever it may be...you were truly afraid of death.  You felt that ticking clock of mortality telling you that there wasn’t enough time, that there might never be enough time with them.

You were torn away from your thoughts when two strong arms were pulling you into a hug.  Which surprised you, the men had tried their best to keep skinship with you to a minimum so as not to risk getting carried away with the lustful feelings.

It was Jin, he had pulled you in tightly, and you accepted it, wrapping your arms around his waist and locking them behind his back.

He didn’t say a word, just holding you there for a minute in the garage.  You realize everyone had left and you’d been standing there in a daze, which must’ve worried Jin.

When he pulled back he gave you a small smile and patted you on the head.

“I needed that” you spoke softly.

“Yeah me too actually” he chuckled, then looked down at the small tent in his pants that had formed and sighed “Yeah that’s not my fault.” He winked

You giggled “yeah, my bad”

“Mmm, not sure if I’d call it bad” Jin brought his hand to your face and brushed your cheek lightly with his thumb. 

You felt a shiver run up your spine, and a small tingle of pleasure at his gentle and loving touch. 

“You know I really wish we could.  But I won’t force myself on you like Yoongi did” he frowned

“Yoongi didn’t force himself on me” you looked down and shuffled your feet

“Bullshit.  You’re telling me you let him treat you that way?” He shook his head, not believing you.

“I did.  And he could do it again. He can do whatever he likes to me.  He’s my master” you snapped, taking a step back from Jin.

“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry okay...I just find it hard to believe that you’re okay with that.  I’m just worried about you.” He sighed again “just don’t think you have to let him treat you that way.  You don’t deserve it”  Jin stepped forward, kissing you on your forehead and letting his lips linger there for a while.

“Thanks for your opinion” you said in a monotone voice.  Not wanting to discuss this further. 

“So you really want him…” he grumbled.

“I want all of you...but I want him most” you whispered.

Jin nodded, “well, I’ll try not to be too hurt by that.  At least I’m a contender huh?” 

“I really do like you too Jin,  please just don’t worry about how I deal with Yoongi and our... relationship….” 

Jin grinned “okay, I’ll do my best to stay out of it.  But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry okay?” 

You nodded. 

“Do you think…” he paused.  Debating on if he should finish. “Do you think the others would be mad if you slept with me tonight?” 

You raised your eyebrows “I mean, Namjoon set rules right?”

“Oh! No no, I meant like, just sleeping, literal sleeping, like...you share my blankets and pillows with me, maybe...we cuddle or something.  Nothing more” he ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly getting nervous like a schoolboy asking out his first crush.

“I’m not sure what they’d think” you chuckled “but if they don’t mind.  I’d love to” 

Jin nodded his head up and down quickly “I-I’m gonna ask about that.” He sped over to the door into the house, holding it open for you to go in first.  You felt his eyes locked on you as you walked into the house and to the kitchen for something to drink. 

Jin didn’t know how much longer he could take this.  He needed you, and he wished that you loved him most.  It seemed that your affections leaned towards Yoongi more than anyone else, maybe all you really wanted from the others was sex and nothing more.  But, Jin was convinced he could show you how a good man would treat his woman, and maybe then…

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Everyone had grabbed something from the kitchen to either drink or eat before settling down to sit on their beds.  It wasn’t quite evening yet, but each of them had exhausted expressions.  Taehyung was trying to comfort Jungkook who still was slightly in shock.  

They were rightfully shaken up.  

Namjoon finally spoke up.

“So, I know it's hard to think of what happened today as a good thing.  But, it wasn’t us that got taken out.  So we have reason to feel some relief.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Yeah I’ll feel relieved when it’s over” 

“Well I think we have reason to feel grateful.  Goddess saved us back there.  You saw what happened to the others, that could’ve easily been us.”  Taehyung spoke, casting a smile your way, “That was good thinking distracting Archer.”

You didn’t want to admit that distracting her wasn’t quite your plan, but yes, things did all work out.

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes for a second time. 

Jimin jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.  “If you don’t start being nice to her I swear I’m not talking to you anymore.  She’s been nothing but kind and helpful since the moment she got here.  Hell, she’s even put up with your sour attitude better than your own friends here have.  So I think it’s time to put whatever shit you have going on behind you and start appreciating YOUR servent” 

Yoongi suddenly frowned and looked down to the floor. 

“I’m sorry….” he muttered. 

“To us? Or to her?” Jin asked, “because I don’t think you should apologize to any of us before you’ve made things right with her.”

Yoongi didn’t quite know what to say.  How could he possibly put what he’d been feeling into words, who could possibly understand?  If he said what was honestly on his mind would that make things better? Or should he just tell them what they want to hear, then everything can go on like sunshine and rainbows even when he knows it’s not. 

Jimin spoke before Yoongi had made a decision on that.

“I think Yoongi's issue here is...that he hates the Escape war. He hates everything it stands for and he holds a grudge against society for making it acceptable.  And unfortunately goddess here is a part of that system that you hate right?” Jimin turned to Yoongi meeting his eyes.

Yoongi nodded shamefully “I don’t want any of this.  I don’t want to be a master, I just want to serve my time and live my life here in red brick like anyone else.  And every time I see her, or hear her speak.  I’m reminded that I’m a part of a sick game that rich fucks created to fill their wallets.”

The room fell silent for a long while.  No one quite knew what to say to make Yoongi feel better.

“Did you ever think that I didn’t ask for any of this either?”  You spoke, breaking the quiet. “That I’m no less of a victim in all of this than you are? I don’t represent thing sick game any more than you do Master.  But you know what? I was happy that I was summoned here the moment I saw you, when I asked who my master was, and you spoke, I couldn’t have been more excited to get to know you and be on your team.  Not because I was excited to win, or kill, but because of you and the goodness I saw in your eyes.  I love you Master, why won’t you accept me?” Tears started to form in your eyes as you spoke.  All eyes in the room were shifting back and forth between you and Yoongi, wondering how he’d respond.

His mouth hung open, like words were trying to come out but being held back.

What he did next wasn’t unexpected, but it didn’t stop you from letting out a loud sob while he stormed silently out of the room and into his bedroom.  

Jin shook his head angrily.  The rest of the group were motionless and still deep in thought about your confession.

“You love him?” Jimin spoke quietly.

“I don’t know what else to call it…” you muttered.  “It’s like I told Jin earlier...I care for all of you, but Master...what I feel for him is more”

“So do you love me?” Jin spoke.  It caught you off guard, you didn’t quite know if you could call your feelings for the rest of them love.  Lust? Yes.  Protectiveness? Also yes. Love? What even is love?  You just confessed that you loved Yoongi, but did you even know that it was what you felt?  

The next series of events happened far too quickly for you to stop.

“If anything she’d love me.  She kissed me, and touched me.  And we understand eachother” Taehyung's chest puffed out with pride as he confessed.

“Well she might love me too since I went down on her, and we understand each other as well” Jimin shrugged.

The rest of the group sat wide eyed and in shock at their admission of breaking Namjoons rules.

“W-what?” Jungkook stuttered staring at Taehyung with a look of betrayal.  

Jin stiffened and fell quiet and still.  Hoseok chuckled and patted Jimin on the back as if to say ‘nice one’.  Namjoon on the other hand looked furious.  

“Did I not say…” He started.  Then he looked to you, his face growing red and angry “Did you make them do this?” 

You couldn’t find the right words to say, you were embarrassed and ashamed.  The last thing you wanted was to cause tension in the group.  You felt that Namjoon now saw you how most men had always seen you,  a temptress and a witch who lured men into her spell of lust. 

Jimin stepped in before you came up with something to say.

“Namjoon stop.  If anything it was my fault, she honestly tried to talk me out of it at first.  I’m sorry I broke the rules.  But I think it was a ridiculous rule in the first place. You know we all want her, and it’s not that easy to hold back.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed “Fine then.” he said coldly “Fine.  No more rules.  Everyone just do whatever you’d like with her then.”  

The room was in shock at the lift on Namjoons ban.  

“Obviously if she wants to, which I don’t see being an issue.  I mean that's your whole thing right?” Namjoon looked your way a hint of disgust in his tone that made you feel ashamed. 

You frowned slightly

 “Y-yeah.  That’s my thing I guess” You stammered with an almost sarcastic tone, feeling slightly annoyed at the way he had just spoken to you.  Like a toy, like all you were good for was sex and putting out when someone wanted it from you.  You’d like to think that you were more than that, but your past experiences didn’t really give you much of a defense. 

Namjoon sighed and stood up from his chair, “I’m gonna go get Yoongi” he grumbled as he left. 

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The rest of the night was awkward.  All of your team seemed to not know how to handle Namjoon’s rule being ended.  Should they give it a try?  Your reaction definitely didn’t seem like you were happy about it, and as irresistible you were to them, they weren’t going to force you into anything.  

When it came time to sleep you settled down on the couch, everyone including Yoongi and Namjoon were settling into their places in the living room and quickly falling asleep.  

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and do the same, a soft voice hit your ears from the side of the couch. 

“I suppose that means my proposition earlier is fine...if you still want to?” Jin whispered. 

You looked down to where he laid right below you along the length of the couch.  He smiled up at you, with a hopeful expression. 

You were happy that you hadn’t crushed his spirits earlier with everything that had gone down.  You really did like him too, he meant a lot to you.  When he asked you if you loved him, you wanted so badly to tell him that you did, even if you didn’t.  Just to see the way his face would light up at your words.  You wanted him happy, and loved. 

“Of course.” You whispered back with a smile.  Quietly you lower yourself down onto the floor, he held his blanket up for you to get under, he was shirtless and wearing only a pair of light pink sweatpants.  Almost instantly he pulled you tightly into himself, your back pressed against his hard and muscular chest, an arm clutching you around your waist holding you tightly to him. 

You could feel his erection start to grow against your backside.  You knew he couldn’t help it, it was just the spell, you told yourself. 

 But, feeling wanted by this kind and caring man had you feeling better about the day’s events, and you found yourself wiggling slightly against the hardness in the front of his pants, rubbing your ass against him.  

He reacted instantly to the feeling, shutting his eyes tightly and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder and his cheek against your own.  He let out a small moan as you continued. 

“Fuck baby.  Don’t stop doing that” he whispered into your ear. 

You started to press your hips harder back into him, rolling them in small circles and rubbing against him.  His hand now moved from your waist and clutched your hip, holding you tightly to himself as you moved.   He moaned lightly again and you could feel his chest start to rise and fall quickly as his breathing increased.  You felt your own arousal growing as you continued,  the hot sticky wetness that was now underneath your dress proving how turned on you were from this. 

“You’re making me want to fuck you right here.” He murmured. 

As much as you felt like you were only proving Namjoon right at this point, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to do exactly that. 

Fuck it, maybe sex was something that you just couldn’t resist, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more than that.  And you weren’t going to pass up this opportunity just because of what Namjoon said.  

You grabbed Jins hand that was on your waist, moving it down and underneath your dress to your dripping center, holding tightly onto his wrist as his fingers started to find their way between your folds.  You shivered at the feeling and your hips pressed back into him making him groan.  

“Shh” you quietly giggled.  

You felt Jin smile against the skin on your neck where he was now leaving light kisses. 

Jin's fingers started to circle your clit, making you gasp out. 

“Hey, shh” he chuckled, laughing at the hypocrisy of you being noisy right after shushing him. 

After circling around your clit for a few moments, his fingers trailed their way down and to your entrance.  He nipped your ear lightly as one of his fingers entered into you.  You tried your best to be quiet, biting your lip at the feeling.  Then another finger entered, and he started to slowly move them in and out, curling them and brushing against your sensitive walls.  

You wanted to moan and scream with pleasure but continued to bite your lip holding back your noises, not wanting to wake your teammates.  You don’t quite know why, but you’d feel slightly embarrassed if anyone woke up and caught you like this with Jin. 

Jin continued a steady pace of in and out, soft kisses trailing up and down your neck as he did, loving the way you’d move your hips against him when he’d brush against a spot or touch you in a way that seemed to feel exceptionally good. 

Your breathing was quickened and shallow, trying your best to not let out a scream that was building in your stomach next to the orgasm that was building under Jin’s fingers.

“Cum for me Goddess” he whispered into your ear. 

And that was your undoing.  You let out a long exhale as your walls convulsed and tightened around his fingers.  Your orgasm flooding over you, pure bliss hitting every inch of your body.  You shook and wiggled against him as you came. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot” Jin brought his fingers out of you and to his lips.  You turned your head just in time to see him take the two fingers that were covered in your juices and bring them past his soft plush lips, sucking on them and releasing them with a quiet pop.

“And delicious” he added

  You lean your head forward to him, your eyes locked on those tempting lips. 

He met you halfway and his lips touched yours passionately and heavily.  His kisses were sloppy but somehow precise at the same time.  You could easily get  lost in them for hours if he’d let you. 

You felt him reach a hand down, adjusting his pants to be able to pull out his cock.  You could now feel him against your ass as your dress was pulled up past your waist.  You repeated your previous motions, rubbing against him and rolling your hips in circles against him. 

“Goddess.  You are so perfect.” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear now. 

“Can I?” he whispered, now moving to position his cock at your entrance that was still soaked from your orgasm. 

“Yes.  Please” you moaned. 

Jin then slowly started to lift his hips, pushing himself into you every so slightly, and groaning softly with every small movement.  

Once he was completely inside of you, his hand gripped your hip tightly and he held you still as he somehow pushed up even further.  You let out a small gasp at how deep inside of you he was, which caused him to chuckle and bring his other arm under your head.  He brought two fingers to your lips, and you instantly parted your mouth.  He pushed his fingers inside, his way of trying to keep you quiet most likely.  You started to suck on his fingers, flicking your tongue along them as he pushed them deeper into your mouth.  Jin now started to slowly move his hips, moving himself in and out of you.  

You hadn’t seen his cock, only felt it, but the way that it filled you up you could only assume he was huge.  Much longer than Yoongi had been.  

Jin growly softly as he started to pick up his pace, rolling his hips quickly and gripping your hips tightly, his fingertips digging into your side as his hips smacked against your ass.  

“Shit” he gasped a bit too loud.  Suddenly you felt his whole body still, and his hand grip tighter onto you.  He was hissing softly, and you could now feel a warmness hitting your walls, and his body starting to shiver against you as he breathed heavily. 

“Fuck.” he winced.  Pulling his fingers from your mouth, turning to look at you with an embarrassed expression.

“I’m so sorry, that came out of nowhere” he spoke shyly. “No pun intended…” he added starting to laugh at his own joke. 

“It’s fine” you smiled and brought your lips to his shaking mouth, planting a soft kiss.  “You are amazing.”

“Yeah?” Jin grinned widely “You’re more amazing.  That felt too good” 

“Yeah. It sounded like it.” A voice grumbled from the other side of Jin.   You jumped with surprise, Your hand shot up to your mouth and your eyes widened. 

Jin was equally as taken back by the voice, and he mouthed an ‘oh my god’ at you. 

“Maybe let me join in next time if you’re going to be so obvious about it.  I probably would have lasted more than a minute” the voice belonging to Hoseok whispered again, he lifted his head looking at Jin, then to you and winking.  

“Yeah right, maybe next time buddy.” Jin chuckled and rolled his eyes, putting himself back into his pants now and pulling you into him for some cuddles. 

“I’ll hold you to it.” Hoseok teased.  Though part of you knew he probably wasn’t kidding.  For the first time your mind imagined a scenario of all of these men at once and you,  all of them standing naked worshipping your body and touching every inch of you.  You smiled and felt a warmness grow in your cheeks while you pictured it.  It was a selfish thought, but now it was stuck in your mind all the way until you drifted to sleep in Jin’s arms

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The next morning your group decided to do another patrol of the city, Hoseok had suggested venturing out a little further than your own neighborhood.  He felt the best strategy was just to get in the middle of things and hope for the best.  Jungkook seemed terrified of that idea, but being the youngest he tended to try and hold back from arguing too much decisions that the others made. 

Namjoon agreed as long as Yoongi was alright with it.  Which he was. 

As the eight of you filed into the garage and to the car, Yoongi pulled you aside from the group for a moment. 

He had grabbed your arm to pull you away and your heart fluttered wildly at his touch. 

“So I was caught up to speed on everything that happened after I left yesterday.” 

You felt slightly embarrassed that he now knew you’d been with Taehyung and Jimin, and possibly he now knew about Jin, considering that you two weren’t as quiet as you’d thought. 

“Oh?” you stared at him wide eyed. 

“ Yeah. So.  Just…” Yoongi stuttered, then paused a moment

 “Just, try not to break their hearts while you make rounds fucking the entire group.  That’s the last thing we need here trying to win this war” he grumbled.

It seemed like that wasn’t what he had planned to say when he first pulled you aside, maybe he had meant to use kinder words, or even talk to you about the fact that you had said you loved him.  Yet, instead, staying true to all his previous interactions with you, he was simply cold and mean.

You frowned and nodded as he stomped away to the drivers side of the car and got inside, slamming the door behind himself.  You could see him mouth something to himself as he ran his hands through his hair nervously and quickly. 

Jimin now approached, offering you a helping hand as the two of you got up on the trunk beside Jungkook. 

“So you and Jin now too huh?” He smirked. 

“Ahhh shit, did everyone hear?” you groaned

“Yeah…” Jungkook said on the other side of you.  You sighed and shook your head. 

“Do you really want all of us like that?” Jungkook spoke almost inaudibly, not meeting your eyes as he talked.  You thought for a moment, and figured it’d be best to be honest.

“Yes…” you answered “Yeah.  I do.”

“Even me?” Jungkook squeaked.  The innocence in his voice made you smile.  And you could hear Jimin chuckle on the other side of you.  

“Yes even you Kook”

He instantly became extremely shy and embarrassed, which was honestly incredibly adorable to you. 

“Maybe some time we can, huh?” you told him.  Now you were picturing it.  Sweet Jungkook moaning underneath you, eyes wide as he came from the pleasure that you’d give him...

He nodded, still avoiding your eyes.  How cute. 

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Things were eerily quiet as your team drove around the buildings of Red Brick.  The other prisoners still kept in their houses, trying to avoid any crossfire.  

The car was now reaching the church, and you felt yourself tense up.  You knew he’d be there, right at the top like he was before. 

“Can we go down this street?” you yelled out, pointing to a street with a lot of tall shops and buildings and looking like a ghost town with no one working or shopping. 

You saw Yoongi shrug and do as you suggested.  You let out a sigh of relief at not having to drive past the tower where you knew Vulcan sat.

As your team's car drove down the abandoned streets a loud revving sound rang out from above.  You looked up to the buildings to see an older man on top of a building, sitting tall and confidently on a motorcycle looking down at you.  His team also stood there, all older men, each of them looking at least 60 or older, with long gray hair and grey beards.  The servant grinned and let out a loud belly laugh upon seeing you.  His hands clutched the handlebars of his sparkling motorcycle, red and white with blue stars decorating it.  

His voice boomed out loud, echoing down the whole street.  Almost as if he was speaking for the cameras and for the audience.  His showmanship was definitely apparent.  He seemed to be from a much later time in the world than you had lived.

“Gather round ladies and gentleman.  For my next trick, I will jump from this building,  taking out the legendary Aphrodite.  One step closer to winning the escape war.” 

His long red white and blue cape flew in the wind.  

The rider servant. 

[sebbybooks]

Beautiful Sinners (PT5)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Warnings: smut, language 

“He’s slowly carving his name 

into my heart and it hurts.”-K.C

Ella’s

POV

Growing up I would hear the saying if life gives you lemons make lemonade. Meaning despite the shitty predicament find a way to turn it into a positive. I was starting to wonder if my lemons came in the form of good looking guys strapped with explosives on standby ready to shake up my life any time they felt like it. After the smoke settles and I can somewhat see clearly somewhere down the line it ends up being my fault, because right now I couldn’t seem to stop falling into the wrong hands. Sebastian’s hands felt like a fiery trap and I was the naive moth aimlessly headed towards him. 

As I guided Sebastian through the apartment lobby I made a beeline for the elevator careful to not draw a scene. I was still getting used to my temporary living situation and I didn’t want to cause trouble for my friends Matt and Greta. Looking at myself from another perspective due my sleep attire and Sebastian’s current state of inebriation we looked like a one night stand gone wrong. I rapidly pushed the arrow going up on the elevator cursing myself for my mother always having to be right. Her words from years ago echoed in my head as I crossed into the threshold entering the elevator with a silent Sebastian trailing behind me. I stared at the numbers as the floors went up  watching as it grew higher and higher all the while hearing my mother’s shrill voice on loop in my ears taking me back to the place I used to hate. To me memories are a blessing and a curse. There are some you pray never fade away and others you spend your entire like hoping like hell to forget.  

 “Do you find enjoyment embarrassing me all the time Ella? Can’t you see that your actions make me look bad! You and your sister are always inviting trouble into your life like it is second nature to you.”

I didn’t realize I was in a trance until I felt a gentle hand press over my shoulder. Startled by his act of kindness my head snapped towards him only to see a pair of warm eyes filled with a genuine look of concern. Even with short tousled hair and a hooded stare he was still as irresistible and very much still unattainable as he was a few hours ago. Nothing within that brief window of time had changed that. My mind was filled with thoughts that darted between lust and heartache that I’d give anything to shut off. I hated that my body and brain refused to work together whenever I got near Sebastian. I took his actions as a platonic and completely friendly gesture, yet such a simple act made my skin grow hot under his touch. I started to feel heat everywhere. The phantom feeling traveled all over my body and suddenly I wasn’t that cold anymore. I was burning up and I needed to get away from him to salvage what decency and self respect I had left.

 It was a cheap thrill that excited me and angered me all at once. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t harbor any feelings for him. Though when I looked at him all I could see was Mary, then I immediately pictured my ex boyfriend Nate having carnal sex with her in our bed.Then the guilt and pain would shortly begin to consume me. I couldn’t seem to stop going through with this cycle of torment. For. Fucks. Sake!  Did that make me a masochist? 

“You must have selective amnesia.” I said to him to fill the silence between us. 

“What makes you say that?” Sebastian shoved his hands in his tailored pockets and I forced myself not to stare at the tight fit.

“Because that shit show of a party ended hours ago. You should be back in your home, but here you are….again.” I smiled at him sarcastically.

 I stared back into his gaze as if his face held all the answers that I needed.

Standing on the other side of the elevator facing me, Sebastian cocked his head to the side as if it wasn’t obvious. He sucked in a ragged breath, before letting out a dry laugh resting the back of his head on the wall. “Maybe I’m just having a hard time pulling myself away.” For a split second our eyes mirrored the same agony. Only his flash of doubt looked as if he had made a grave error by coming back here. 

I forced my eyelids shut and inhaled deeply. What was I to say to that? Thank you? I’m flattered? Do you also tell your fiancée the same? Instead I ended up choosing the latter. Exhaling a pent up sigh I finally told him what I was going to do once we got upstairs. “As soon as we get in there I'm going to call you a cab I just need an address so the driver knows where to take you.”

Sebastian smiled wryly. "1500 S Purgatory Lane the zip code is 666"

“That is not funny." I lied. Living with Mary I wouldn’t picture anything less but the ongoing flames of hell.

The door to the elevator finally pinged opened and I couldn’t be more ecstatic to be headed back to the apartment. Though my elation only lasted for a millisecond. I could already picture the interrogation from my friends if they were to see us.  My answers would unintentionally come out sounding vague, because truth was I didn’t know why he came back. 

Just as I turned my head to tell Sebastian to not make a sound when we got inside I saw that he was leaning against the tattered tan wall a few paces behind me. I thought about rushing inside and locking the door to pretend that I imagined him. A sexy figment of my imagination I might add. The idea of Sebastian alone clearly not in the best state plagued my conscience and since I wasn’t heartless I realized I couldn’t leave him standing out there alone. Torn, I removed the hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair up out of my face as I walked over to him.

“You and Greta need to lay off the booze for a while if it hits you this hard.” I inwardly cringed at my terrible attempt to make light of this confusing situation. I coughed out a nervous laugh. 

“I got to see to you again, so it can’t be that bad despite its very questionable taste.” He replied, his voice came out in a deep husky rasp, that sent my hormones into overdrive. We stared at each other for a few short seconds both unsure of what was going to happen next. Our energy was a like seesaw it continuously went up and down. Right now it was way, way up. For the record I’ll admit in that moment I did not want to come down. “Let's get you inside.” My voice cracked.

Sebastian shook his head slowly in agreement before his gaze raked over my body like I was some delicious dessert and he was a man who was dying of hunger. He stepped closer to me causing our chest to come in close contact. We were flush against each other. I could feel the warmth of his body roll off of him and land directly onto me. No thanks to thin silk night top I was wearing that I was pretty sure was not doing a good job hiding the visible outline of my breast.

If the timing was right I would have wanted nothing more than to dissolve into him completely. By now I thought I would be repelled by this feeling, but it only heightened the longer I stayed around Sebastian. It was an exhilarating rush knowing that my figuratively dead heart could beat like this again. I felt an electric pulse sensually flow through me. My tongue went utterly dry, causing the sensation in my throat to feel like I had swallowed a shit ton of cotton balls. I had to lick my lips to coax moisture back into my mouth. “Do you think you can walk on your own from here?” I said as I backed up to put space between us. It was becoming  pure unadulterated agony being this close to Sebastian.

“I’m sure I can manage.”Sebastian said as he cleared his throat. I wasn’t too convinced, but I wasn’t going to check either. 

When I reached the door to the apartment I instantly felt regret that I had left it unlocked. I stopped thinking altogether when I got the text from Sebastian. I wrapped my hand around the doorknob carefully opening it so that it wouldn’t set off any alarms. I shot Sebastian a warning glance as I pushed in the door. “Don’t talk.” The last thing I needed was to wake up a hungover Greta and a pissed off boyfriend to match. 

“What happens if we are caught?” Sebastian’s eyes danced with amusement, evidently ignoring the first rule.

“Nothing would happen, because we have nothing to hide.” I said matter of factly to Sebastian, who obviously by now could smell bullshit from miles away. “Why are you back here Sebastian?” 

“I needed to hear the rest of the turtle story.”

“Im being serious right now Sebastian.” 

“So am I Ella.” Sebastian whispered back as he lowered his chin, titling his head slightly to get a better view of my face. He was challenging me. I knew deep down in my gut if I told Sebastian I was uncomfortable with him being here. There was no doubt in my mind that he wouldn't hesitate to leave. In actuality I felt the opposite, it was strange seeing him again. Right now I was trying to decipher if that feeling was a good one.  We were standing in the middle of the entryway of the apartment and I didn’t know where the hell to go from here.

“Mary is having a baby. Your Baby.” The words burst out of me painstakingly slow before I could stop myself. The air between us finally started to crack. Sebastian stiffened under my statement. It wasn’t that hard to figure out by seeing her again tonight. Despite her treating this place and my friends like we were all beneath her, that was nothing new. Mary didn’t touch any of the alcohol and it was out of character to see her eat so many mini turkey meatballs and pigs in a blanket. Plus she took a thousand and one bathroom breaks and her form fitting assemble didn’t hide her growing baby bump.

"She cheated on me." He enunciated. A shocked expression registered over my face.  Before I could have time to process it all or even have time to blink Sebastian's voice cut through my thoughts. “And I think you and I both know who it was with.” 

“Am I to just believe Mary just confessed all of that to you?” I asked hesitantly. 

“After I left here tonight it wasn’t that hard to wrap my head around why Mary was so surprised that I knew you. Your boyfriend was Nathaniel Cooper am I right?”

“Nate.” I corrected.My heart suddenly clenched up like a tight fist was forming around it squeezing it tightly to remind me that it was still fragile from what he put me through. Nate was an enigma from the start and I was too blind to even see what was right in front of me. He rarely talked about his family or brought me around them. All I knew was his mother remarried a corporate attorney who had more money and power than King Midas ever did. When the question of introducing me to his parents came up his defense was that I hadn’t introduce him to my parents either. I had my reasons and he clearly had his. Nate made our relationship feel so clandestine and  turns out it was it because he was reenacting scenes right out of a V.C Andrews novel with his step sister. 

“What did you ever see in that narcissistic prick anyway?  I know opposites attract but on the rare occasion I’m forced around him Cooper is nothing shy of being a  piece of shit.”

“You said it yourself you barely know him.” I point out feeling defensive towards Nate. I should have felt indifferent towards him. I cried over him till I hated him. I did love Nate and it wasn’t too long ago.Sebastian flinched and rocks backward on his heel moving farther away from me. The apartment was so small I was practically standing in the kitchen and he was already half way into the living room. “You’re defending him now?” 

“No.” I say softly, wishing I could shout it if that made him believe me. Exhaling a deep breath, “But it if I was what gives you the right to judge me?” 

“I’m not judging you Ella. I just don’t get why you would do it in the first place. Do you not remember you were seconds away from leaving behind the life you built here, your job and your friends. All thanks to who?“ 

“What about you huh? You live in this constant state of misery all because you’re getting married? You walk around with this big ass chip on your shoulder and the solution to your problem is so simple. If you don’t want to marry her then don’t! No one is forcing you to do it. It would sure as hell make you stop acting like a hot headed asshole and maybe then you’ll stop thinking it’s ok to show up at my doorstep whenever  it conveniences you.” For a split second I had forgotten that it was almost four in the morning and that I was suppose to be keeping the volume to a bare minimum.  The frustration inside of me that I kept bottled up festered to the point even I couldn’t contain it any longer. I was growing impatient. A few seconds dragged on by before he spoke up.

“My situation is complicated.” Sebastian’s jaw ticks. Four words was all that I got from him. 

“It’s complicated.” I repeated, swallowing my anger and feeling like I was at the end of my rope with this guy. He was a curiosity I was having a hard time figuring out. “Is that all I get?” I shrug my shoulders defeatedly as I stared at the outline of Sebastian’s back as he turned away from me.  He didn’t say anything. I opened my mouth to let out a scream that never came. Our unlikely friendship puzzled my brain because I asked myself how well did I really know him? From the start he didn’t exactly know me either. If anyone was to ask me a personal question especially about my past all I avoided it at all cost.  I was aware that I was giving him a hard time and I wasn’t fully sure if he deserved it or not. 

At the time I couldn’t comprehend the muddled emotions I felt for him. It wasn’t like the fluttering feeling of butterflies you get when you see someone you wanted or wished you could have. With him it was like dangerous  fireworks going off in my chest. First the subtle crackle to warn me, to tell me to run away before it all combust, until it is too late. The sparks are always beautiful at first, until it sizzles out and fades into nothingness. Fireworks were meant to only be a temporary enjoyment and I wasn’t looking for love.  

“Well, now this is just awkward especially with you just standing there like the creepy  Montresor and I’m the unsuspecting Fortunato unable to foresee my fate. Though I highly doubt you took my tantrum to heart and now feel insulted. It’s not like you did anything terrible, your wings are still intact.” My words hung in the air above us like a cumulonimbus cloud threatening to unleash its downpour. 

Sebastian turns back around swiftly. The look he has in his eye sends a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and I am forcing myself to believe it is the ridiculous amount of sugar I ate that’s affecting me, and not Sebastian. 

Tugging at his hair, he walked back in to the space of the kitchen. God this place really was small. “Just so we are clear my wings got ripped off long before I met you.”  Mine were long gone too, I said only to myself. I should have asked Sebastian what he meant, instead I had to eventually learn it the hard way. 

Clearing my throat I motioned my hands towards the kitchen. “Do you need anything like aspirin, water, the hair of the dog?” My voiced trailed off, tasting the bitter irony settling in. The Porter women in my family were all the same. We’d cut you with glass then tend to your wound afterward. 

“You’re offering to fix me a Bloody Mary? So you do have a sense of humor after all.”Sebastian’s lips slightly curved upward, shocking my heart back to life.

“Something like that.” I say. If this was flirting then yep I was still awful at it. In my defense I had been out of practice. As I was about to head into the kitchen to keep myself occupied and away from unholy thoughts that kept creeping into my head. Just as I turned my body to move away from him, Sebastian caught my wrist in his hand. It didn’t alarm me in the least bit. I stared down in the dark at his fingers carefully wrapped around it holding onto to it like a lifeline. 

Lifting my head to face him. I was surprised I was even able to say a one syllable word. “Yeah?”

“You still haven't done it.”Sebastian lowered his tone and the intensity never leaving his gaze.It only took Sebastian a couple of measly steps to just about close the gap between us. We always happened to find ourselves so close that we were practically about to kiss.I could already taste the moisture from his mouth onto my tongue. It was a mixture of Greta's cheap cherry wine and something entirely different. Something I wanted more of that only Sebastian could supply.

Sebastian's

POV

My goddamn voice was starting to not even sound like my own. It sounded guttural and like I was suffering from dehydration. I waited for any indication of her not wanting me standing here. At first Ella doesn’t say a word to me. Her honeyed color eyes slowly moved from my face to where I was holding her. I immediately let go of her wrist terrified that I was making matters worse. I didn’t come here for sex. I just wanted Ella in whatever form she gave me. I wanted her to know that I still had redeeming qualities and that I wasn’t always this fucked up. Showing up to women’s doorstep in the ass crack of dawn usually wasn’t my style. None of it mattered though because there were clearly two people holding us back. Yet they are the very who always get what they want so why can’t that be us?

“What are you talking about?” She blinked. Ella studied my face and I let her. There was so much I wanted to ask her. Things I desperately wanted her know, but how could I tell her that the one thing gnawing at my guts was her own sister. It was a small world and by some fucked up coincidence we were all linked together. Unlike her younger sister Ella didn’t dance with the devil to get what she wanted. On the day I met her Ella she was prepared to go back to a place that plagued her. Whereas the day I happened upon Skylar she was determined not to go back even it if cost me everything. Though I can’t blame the girl she was ballsy. Saying that she had a tenacious way about her was one way of putting it. If I told Ella the whole truth as to why I had to be with a woman I pretended to love for the sake of her father, Ella would surely understand, right? But if I came clean then I would have to stop pretending that there was some chance in hell that I would get the girl.

“What does your tattoo mean?” I asked only to change the subject. An unreadable expression colored her face. Like she was disappointed that I was keeping my need to pin her ass against the door on hold. Despite being called a hot headed asshole, I do consider myself a gentleman on the rare occasion. If she wanted me then by all means she could have me. As long as Ella stayed clear of my shit storm of a situation I was starting to give half a fuck at this point who my decisions affected. 

She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion looking at me with a hopeless wonder. That’s exactly what I was, hopeless. “The arrowheads point in opposite directions, because at the time it was suppose to mean anywhere but here.” Something about the way she says it made it clear that there was story she didn’t want to tell. There was no denying that there was something reticent about her.  Ella was the kind of person who references 19th century fiction and does it so casually. She was beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, pretty, and I realized I was starting to use synonyms but she was everything and above. An I wanted to savor every part of her.

“Ella.” 

“Sebastian.” She mimicked my tone like I did before. Though this  time it sounded like a restless and tormented need for what’s in front of the other. 

“When I said you haven’t done it, what I meant to ask was why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” I finally ripped the damn bandaid off cause I needed to know. I couldn’t predict what would happen tomorrow, and how soon the truth would bite me in the ass.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to.” Ella raised her shoulders in a tiny shrug, “I know that sounds bad and that makes me look awful, but.” She cuts herself short.

“But what?” I wanted her to finish her sentence. To hear if she felt an inkling of what I did.  

Ella falters.” But…” She bites down on her plump bottom lip that I am giving her the curtesy to deliberate for fifteen more seconds, before I bite it myself. 

With seven seconds left on the clock she answered. “I don’t think I care.”

Throwing caution into the wind I bridged the small gap between us in this walk in closet sized kitchen. I carefully swiped the palm of my hand across her cheek, dying at how soft her skin was. Ella’s eyes fluttered close, her long dark eyelashes fanning over where my  hand was. The pad of my thumb traced over the apple of her cheek, to the curve of her jaw, then brushing along the smoothness of her bottom lip. Her rounded upper lip was the same size as the bottom, creating a delicious pout that it was high time I tasted. 

I eased my face forward as Ella angled her body closer to mine. To which I wouldn’t have had it any other way. We were passed the back and forth banter at this point. Whatever was going to happen was going to naturally happen. I glided my hands down to her waist feeling her body under the lightweight fabric. Ella surprises me by threading her fingers through my hair urging me closer. I knew she must’ve felt the damn near painful erection I was sporting. Briefly our eyes locked and without a word our lips finally touched in a featherlight kiss. It was so innocent and  foreign to me that it caused a fiery sensation that was so intoxicatedly palpable from the minute we touched it tore me to fucking pieces. I pulled back to look at her and Ella’s gaze I’m sure matched the hunger in mine. Before I knew it our mouths were crashed back against one another and there was nothing innocent it about it this time.

Ella’s 

POV

Sebastian kissed me with roughness and no restraint, yet somehow I craved more of it. It was as if every particle of my body itched to be near him and the feeling was driving me absolutely mad. He thrusted his tongue inside of my mouth in a deep, tormenting stroke. I parted my mouth wider to let him in and I moved my tongue against his in a languid speed. I tried to suppress the moan that escaped me, Sebastian muffled the sound with another ravenous kiss. His lips move at a wild and untamed speed, when I breathed for air he took it away. I rested my hands on his shoulders gripping them tightly as we fucked each other’s mouths. Greta would be so proud of my lewdness. There was simply no better way to put it. My morals were screaming he’s not yours, the reaction my body was creating said maybe he could be just this once. 

Surely we weren’t going to have sex on the counter. I hadn't realized I was being lifted up. Sebastian grabbed ahold of my legs scooping me up with ease as if I was weightless. I settled against him and my legs voluntarily wrapped around his back. Already I was addicted and nothing had even happened. Sebastian pressed his fingers firmly on the apex of my thighs still never tearing his face away from mine. I gasped when I felt the coolness of his hand when it cupped and massaged away at my left tit. The pad of Sebastian’s thumb moved over my pierced nipple at slow and lazy pace, the guy made me wet in less than a minute of dry humping.  My head was racing with the question, was I really going to go through with this? I had a knack for doing things I shouldn’t. I still had a couple of artifacts from my past to prove it and right now Sebastian’s hand was sensually toying with one of them. Could I really sleep with someone’s  fiancé even if his situation really was “complicated”? Unwanted doubt started swirling around in my head making me feel unease, and that was the last thing I wanted to feel while being with him. 

“I think we should-“ I couldn’t even get  the rest of my words out. I swallow a groan because he started nipping and sucking at the base underneath my collar bone. Absolutely leaving no area of skin unmarked. Sebastian was driving away every practical thought from my head. I opened my eyes and watched as he followed a trail of wet kisses up my neck and my eyes only widened when I saw who was watching us from down the hallway. I jerked backward nearly injuring my tailbone trying to get off of the counter. 

“Ella what’s wrong?” Sebastian face was flushed and his chest heaved out a breath, while his gaze held only worry for me.

I froze and stared passed him at the person whose face was  marked with confusion , hurt and disappointment. I visibly wince from knowing what he must’ve thought of me.  “Matt why are you up?” I stepped away from Sebastian, running my hands down my clothes trying to make myself look composed. Sebastian’s attention turned to the figure standing in the end of hall. I could only hope he was not standing there this entire time.

Looking as uncomfortable as I was starting to feel. Like a ghost Matt walked to where Sebastian and I was standing awkwardly like two teenagers that were busted. Matt looked over at Sebastian staring at him with disdain. I glanced up at Sebastian and his hard stare looked the same. The two of them hardly spoke at the party, yet there was some weird animosity brewing between them. 

“Matt!” I called out again breaking him from this alpha pissing contest.

He could barely look at me. “I don’t even want to know what I just walked into, but since you are here also you probably don’t know either.” Matt said coldly. 

“Know what?” Sebastian stood in front of me like a protective shield from Matt. This time Matt bothers to look at me and I just know I wasn’t going to like what he was about to tell me. 

“You guys need to go to the hospital there’s been an accident.” 

To be continued.

[toucheholland23]

Giggles and Gunshots

Winona(oc)x Gage fic

When sole asked if Winona wanted to go with them and nick to Nuka World she was too curious to say no. She heard about the place and only dreamed she could’ve been there when the park was still up and running, but seeing it now was fairly close.

Gage watched as the trio arrived at the transit center and laughed. A vault dweller, an old synth and some curly haired chick? They wouldn’t last a sec on the gauntlet, but what the hell, he needed to get rid of Coulter.

The detective was smart enough to not buy Harley’s bullshit but they decided to come anyways. He had to admit, they had balls.

They crossed the gauntlet using their abilities to disarm every trap, destroy every turret and kill anyone who threatened their life. Surely a dynamic trio.

The vaultie was the force, the detective the brains and the chick had the agility.

A good team.

When they arrived at the arena, the first one to look down at him and Coulter was the curly haired gal. The overboss catcalled her, making the other two turn their heads and send him a deep glare.

As for him, he thought she was pretty.

She had a fine body, and she was tall, like, REALLY tall. Not that it was a bad thing, on the contrary, he liked big women.

But she seemed like the person who was too nice for her own good, so that made her weak.

He told them that they should use the squirt gun and use their number advantage to place Coulter in a disadvantaged position.

They had a good plan. The curly haired girl distracted Coulter, dodging his attacks skillfully while the detective fired the squirt gun at him, leaving the vault dweller to fire at him with their laser machine gun.

They managed to take him down, proclaiming the vault dweller, as they were the one who took coulter down, the new overboss. Unfortunately one of Coulter’s hit made the chick stumble, making her fall, hitting her head hard against the floor. She was out cold.

As soon as they won the detective rushed to the gal and the vaultie picked her up, since they were stronger.

Gage led them quickly to the market, making their way though the place searching for Mackenzie.

When Winona finally opened her eyes, still feeling a bit disoriented and dizzy, it was a relief to everyone, mostly for the detective.

They spent the day telling her how the things on the park worked, the places Gage showed them and what responsibilities Sole had now that they were the overboss.

Sole considered passing the title to Winona, since she was a clever and ruthless woman. If someone could humanize the raiders, it was her. But she had a lot to loose, she had a child to take care of and having a bullseye on her back wasn’t exactly on her wish list.

Gage’s eyes widened at the mention of her being a mother. She was so young! He totally wouldn’t have expected that. The guy that got her pregged sure was a lucky bastard for getting a woman like that, he was almost jealous.

The trio stayed for almost a week in the park, they managed to take back the galactic zone in just two days and had a successful meeting with the gangs.

The gangs had their favorites of course. The pack absolutely LOVED Winona, mostly Mason witch gave her a suggestive look from time to time

They liked her for her ruthlessness and they surely didn’t want to be given orders by a minuteman or a synth.

Unfortunately, the vaultie had things to attend to in the commonwealth and something about a guy, Eddie something.

Of course Gage could’ve handled the park on his own, after all he’s done it a lot of times as right hand man, but Winona insisted on staying. He was confused. Didn’t she have a kid? Shouldn’t she be taking care of him right now? Fortunately she calmed his toughs, assuring him the kid was in the care of one of her close friends who also happened to be the mayor of goodneighbor.

So that’s how it went, the robot and the vaultie left, leaving Winona as the one in charge with Gage helping her with what he could as her second in command.

Winona always had a little stroll around the market every morning, greeting the raiders, merchants and slaves that she encountered along the way, much to Gage’s disliking. But overall she was a good leader, handled everything well, she always tries to satisfy everyone even if it means to do things she doesn’t really like and all, but made her position clear if anyone disrespected her.

Gage kept finding it weird that she always kept up a cheery demeanor everywhere she went or that she smiled sweetly at everyone and her politeness. He suspected that it was just a shell, that she would probably turn on them and pull up a cynical and horrifying bloodthirst all of a sudden, but he never knew.

Winona decided to keep clearing parks so she thought Safari Adventure was a great place to start, after all, how hard could it be? Gage obviously accompanied her, wouldn’t want the gal to get killed.

When they first arrived at the park they saw this dude fighting a weird kind of deathclaw. Gage wanted to just leave them be and watch how this turned up, but Winona obviously thought otherwise and, well, if boss says so then it’s done.

After they helped the guy kill the creature he started rambling about more of them attacking him and his family. This man talked funny but they made no comment on it.

Okay. What the hell.

So it turned out this guy was raised by gorillas.

That explains a lot.

But whatever, the three of them headed to the place Cito said the things emerged from and of course the found another one of those bitches.

Winona was lucky that Gage grabbed her in time, saving her of the claws of that thing as the other guy took it down.

The girl squirmed and giggled at the man’s touch, she was ticklish. The adorable chuckles of the gal made Gage feel funny on his gut for a sec before he brushed it off and released her.

They went into a weird place with glass panels covering holes on the wall that they later learned were a place where pre- war reptiles, like snakes and iguanas were kept so that the people could see them. Gage made a comment on how he kinda liked the idea of little not-so-mutated deathclaws as pets, witch made Winona giggle.

Passing the reptile’s section they found an old lab that turned out to be where those creatures, that they now learned were called “gatorclaws” were made.

So they shut down the machine and cleared out the rest of the park, going up the treehouse and placing the pack’s flag up the flagpole.

The woman took a minute to appreciate the view of the park from there, It was dawn so the sun going down really made the scenery look even more beautiful. As she looked at the horizon with a calmed look in her eyes, Gage caught himself staring at the beauty before him.

She was truly a work of art herself, better yet with the orange sunlight coating her tan skin and chestnut hair and making her ocean eyes shine in a beautiful way that made his cheeks grow a shade of pink

He was mesmerized by this woman, blinded by her beauty, hypnotized by her laugh, and he hated it. He hated how his face grew hotter and his stomach felt weird because of her. And the worst was that she probably had a husband waiting for her at home with their child.

But then again.

Why had she decided to stay?

He was still confused by that, so he couldn’t stop himself from asking her.

“Isn’t your child and husband waiting for you at home? Why have you decided to stay, boss?”

Her face seemed to darken at the question, looking at the side for a second before turning her head to meet his eyes. “I, um... i only have my son” , she responded with melancholy.

Shit, he fucked up.

Of course, that’s why she left her child with a friend, why she always felt uncomfortable by romantic advances on her. The guy wasn’t there. “Oh, shit sorry i-“

“Don’t bother. He isn’t dead, he abandoned me” ,she interrupted him, her look darkening even more. Perfect, he fucked up even more.

Gage was suddenly infuriated. How could that son of a bitch abandon his woman, pregnant with HIS child! To fend for herself!? The ‘wealth was dangerous and even tough he knew Winona was a tough girl, she was all alone.

He couldn’t imagine the hell she’d been though.

“Oh boss. Im sorry i brought it up, im an idiot” The woman looked at him and smiled sideways, taking ahold of his hand.

“It’s okay, i guess i needed to tell someone eventually...” she sniffled and kept on talking, “after some time, i had the luck of finding my cousin, Laura, and she led me to Goodneighbor.”

“She told me that there i could get proper medical attention and that i could have my baby safely. I was three months pregnant at the time by the way.” She chuckled dryly making the man furrow his brows.

“So there i met Nick and John. They helped me a lot though my pregnancy and while giving birth.” She smiled at the memory of the men she held so close to her heart. “When i first held Alexander in my arms, i knew i had to toughen up, I couldn’t keep crying myself to sleep because of that man. I had to do it for him”.

“But even so, the pain never truly goes away. Everyday he reminds me more of him and i just-“ tears started falling from her eyes like a waterfall. Gage froze, he wasn’t good at comforting people.

Despite his awkwardness and showing his pride aside, he wrapped his arms around her.

Winona was taken aback by the man’s actions, but then she started crying harder, hugging him back as she fell to the floor.

He never let go of her.

He knew what it was like to be betrayed by the ones you thought you could trust, to be backstabbed and then thrown away like garbage. She didn’t deserve that.

She was probably the kindest person he’s ever met and yet there was an asshole out there that just threw her out like if she was a broken ragdoll.

That piece of shit surely earned himself a place in Porter’s list

Still he held her as she cried in his shoulder, holding her as if she were made of glass, that started cracking with her every sob.

After a few minutes, her crying died down and she lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him with puffy and red eyes.

He couldn’t stop the hand that separated itself from her back and wiped away a stray tear from the corner of her eye, making her giggle wholeheartedly.

The man let a small chuckle leave his mouth before he stared at her again, this time tough, she was staring right back at him.

Subconsciously they both started to get closer and closer before Winona got them out of their transe by yawning.

“You wouldn’t happen to be tired, right boss?” He said with a grin and raising his brow at her.

The woman was about to respond but was again interrupted by her yawning. Gage sighed, as he shook his head in a mocking way.

“There’s a sleeping sack over there, you take a rest and i’ll keep guard” he said graving her hand and leading her there to lay down.

As he was about to leave, Winona grabbed his arm, catching his attention. “Hey Gage?...” she said, tiredness clear on her voice. The man hummed at her in question.

“Thanks...”

And then she fell into the arms of tiredness, falling asleep.

[ghostyprince]

wrap me up, with your heart

word count: 3.537 rating: T fandom: BuzzF. Uns. relationship: Ryan B./Shane M. summary:  Ryan's a little shit with a weakness to the cold weather (and Shane's jacket) and Shane isn't as tough against it anymore as he'd like to think. author’s note: 3.5k of nothing but pure self-indulgent fluff that took too long to write and now i’m just happy i don’t have to look at it anymore tbh, but enjoy!

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"I'm fucking cold," Ryan says, arms wrapped around himself, grasping at the sleeves of his thin sweater with icy fingers as they're walking back to their hotel after a long, long filming session in a supposedly haunted prison. It wasn't much warmer in there either, but Ryan was too on edge at the moment to care. But boy, did he care now, late at night, probably like one in the fucking morning in the middle of Pennsylvania in November as his ears and fingertips are about to fall off.

Shane immediately lifts his gaze off his phone to look at Ryan. He looks cozy, sporting a soft-looking beanie and his farmer jacket that he always seems to have around, and yeah, Ryan is a little bit jealous. But he knows it won't take long if he plays his cards just right. Shane's eyes narrow and he pockets his phone and yep, there it comes. "I told you, man. Told you to put on something warmer. But no," he drags out the last word while he pulls the hat off his head and straight onto Ryan's with a swift motion, maybe a bit more rough than the situations calls for. It does make Ryan yelp and wheeze out a laugh immediately after, though.

"You have to be the cool manly man who's never cold. When we all know that's a bunch of bullshit, little guy." He huffs, genuinely annoyed and Ryan has seen it many many times but it never fails to amuse him and also make his heart flutter.

Shane takes off his jacket too, pushing it into Ryan's hands who only hesitates for a moment before putting it on. Purely for show, like it wasn't what he was fucking playing at ever since they stepped out of their hotel rooms that evening.

"To be fair, it wasn't that cold when we started filming."

Ryan does up all the buttons, feeling warmer already. Shane's jacket fits him just right to be one of the most comfortable things in the world, just a tad too big, considering how much shorter he is than the big guy. Though, Ryan's opinion might be biased.

And then Ryan catches a whiff of Shane's cologne and something that's just so Shane. It clings to the jacket and it will cling to Ryan too for the rest of the night. Which was the goal all along. It was Ryan's idea to check out this fast food place, tell Shane he wants to walk, to see the city, and complain about being cold eventually so Shane would baby him like he always does. All part of his stupid plan that seems to work flawlessly every single time somehow.

"No, it wasn't. However, I don't know if you know this Ryan," Shane leans to whisper like he's sharing a secret as they're walking and Ryan is already losing it, giggling helplessly into the back of his hand, "But you can use your big detective brain to figure out that it will be cold later at night."

"Shut up, Shane. I thought I would be fine, okay?" Ryan grins, tugging the sleeves of Shane's jacket over his hands even more.

"You always do. I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose." Shane teases him, hands stuffed into his pockets. Ryan's heart jumps into his throat immediately. Maybe after about a year of intentionally leaving his jackets and warm clothes at the bottom of his suitcase or not packing any in the first place, Shane had finally caught on.

Despite the dread settling in Ryan's stomach he almost hopes he got caught. Just so he could get that push he desperately needed in the last year to finally confront his feelings, getting rejected or not. This awkward and albeit creepy flirting needed to stop, Ryan knew that much, but couldn't bring himself to actually end it yet. TJ and Devon knew too. They witnessed a handful of these scenarios and all it took was one glance at Ryan's shit-eating grin over Shane's scarf wrapped around his neck to figure out what's going. Shane's the only one who's so goddamn oblivious to it all.

"Are you telling me that you're not freezing to death in that flannel?" Ryan asks eventually, elegantly pushing the subject to another direction.

"Nope!" Shane answers cheerily. "It's pretty nice actually. You're just a wimp who got spoiled on the constant warmth of L.A."

"We all can't be weird cryptids who are immune to the cold, big guy." Shane laughs softly at that and bumps his shoulder to Ryan's. They're walking impossibly close now, and Ryan is tempted, he's so tempted to reach for Shane's hand. Blame it on the cold, wrap Shane's hand around his, let it warm him up from the inside out. Instead, he stuffs his hands deeper into the jacket. He's already seeing the entrance of their hotel, it doesn't matter now. It's not because he's a coward. It's not, it's just wasn't the right time. It's all not a big deal until Shane gets sick a day or two after they arrive back home in L.A. He doesn't show up to work in the usual time, so naturally, Ryan gets worried and shoots him a text when Shane is approximately an hour late, asking if everything is alright.

He gets a reply shortly, three lines sent in separate messages and he rolls his eyes at the dramatic nature of them, but then again, it's very Shane.

im so fuckin sick rxan i thing im dying take care of obi for me please

Shane has been complaining about his throat being sore and being a bit out of it. It's probably just a nasty cold, nothing to be worried about. At the same time, Ryan can't help but think he's at least partially to blame.

He rarely felt guilty for stealing Shane's warm clothes, because Shane kept bragging about how the cold doesn't affect him at all, that he's just peachy wearing only a thick jumper in the middle of a heavy snowfall. And well, Ryan believed him, took the offered jacket and scarf or gloves in spite of Shane making fun of his 'delicate skin'. He even thought Shane deserved to be cold, that asshole.

But now Shane has to miss work and feel like shit because he acted like a fucking child, instead of fessing up to his attraction and asking Shane on a date like a proper 28-year-old grown-ass man would.

Sure, it was Shane who offered his clothes all the time and without hesitation, however, Ryan was the one taking advantage of it. So he's going make up for his stupidity right now, it's decided. He doesn't have to worry about work, he can do the editing at home that day, it wouldn't be the first time.

Ryan's determination and confidence instantly disappeared into the void as he was standing in front of Shane's apartment, hesitant to knock or move or breathe. He has no idea what happened, he was doing so well up until this point. Sure, he spent like ten minutes in his car, frantically googling chicken soup recipes and being on the hunt for the best and easiest one to prepare.

He ended up going with an instant pack from the grocery store he stopped at on the way to Shane's apartment because he figured it's not the most convenient time to experiment in a kitchen that's not even his. He bought some popcorn too while he was there, the kind he knew Shane loved. It might not be the best choice of food when he's sick, but he can have it later.

He may or may not have gotten this ridiculous looking hot dog-shaped keychain for him also, sporting big googly eyes. That's how fucking guilty Ryan feels. He also thought it was absolutely disgusting, so naturally, he knew Shane would love it.

To be honest, Ryan never once stopped to think that maybe showing up to Shane's apartment out of the blue, when he's most likely feeling miserable and just wants to be left alone is overstepping a line. That maybe it's a little too much, even if they're as close as they are. Just a tad bit. He just went on his own little quest to do anything that would make Shane feel better and to ease the guilt that keeps twisting his stomach into knots without any regards at all to what Shane wants.

So he backs into the wall across Shane's door and fishes out his phone to send him a text, praying to every god he knows that he's not sleeping. To Ryan's absolute relief the little 'seen' pops up under his message shortly after it's been sent.

is it okay if i come over? bring you some soup and shit?

you don't have to

Ryan's heart sank into his fucking stomach and jumped back up to his throat with the same intensity as another message was sent.

but i could use some food. too sick to make anything.

well im kinda already here dude

gimme a minute

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Shane scrambled to his feet, and apparently, it was the worst thing he could've done because everything went black for a few moments as he caught himself on the back on the couch with one hand. He has no time to worry about almost blacking out though because Ryan is waiting outside his car probably and Shane's apartment is as disgusting as he himself feels. He picks up most of the tissue paper that's scattered all across the couch and floor.

A small trail of them leads to the bedroom where Shane dragged himself out of earlier, a soft blanket wrapped around his shoulders like the world's most pathetic superhero just to watch some cooking show on Netflix because it requires the least amount of brain cells for him to use at the moment.

He attempts to make the couch look acceptable and runs a hand through his hair a few times, but it simply can't be helped. He does make his place look just a tiny bit more decent than it was five minutes ago at least. And that's when the knocks came from his door.

Ryan stands there, as Shane opened the door, hands stuffed into his jeans and paper bag hanging from one of his wrists. Shane would've taken note of his awkwardness if he wasn't so hyper-aware of the way his hair is standing in every direction and how he's wearing one of the less nice pajama pants he owns and an old worn t-shirt.

But then Ryan smiles at him, just like he always does like he's just happy to see Shane even when he's at his lowest and suddenly everything seems a little brighter.

"Hey, I thought you could use a little cheering up and something to make you feel better," says Ryan, almost sheepishly. He lifts the paper bag and giving it a shake. "Got you popcorn too, but you're not allowed to have any until you're better."

Shane frowns at him and honest to God pouts. It's the most hilarious, adorable thing Ryan has ever seen.

"Thought you came here to make me feel better, not kick a man when he's down, but come in, I suppose." He sighs, stepping aside and letting Ryan in who just barely catches the crinkle to his eyes and the mischievous smile Shane couldn't hold back anymore.

Ryan makes a beeline for the kitchen, immediately finding a pot so he can make Shane some soup and hoping it doesn't seem like he's doing this out of guilt. He's just helping his best friend out, not feeling horrible at all about how Ryan's shitty flirting technique got him sick in the first place. Nope.

Shane takes a seat at the dining table, chin propped up in his hand and watching Ryan bustle around in his kitchen. Reaching for a spoon without even having to look and standing on his tippy toes to grab a bowl from the top shelf, knowing exactly where they are. Like he's at home.

The sudden rush of fondness hits Shane like a sack of potatoes at the sight of it. The sheer domesticity of it nearly makes his heart melt.

Shane almost stands to help, but it's not needed, so he just huffs out a tiny laugh and wheezes a bit harder when he starts grumbling about "fucking Sasquatch putting everything on the top shelf on purpose". This is exactly one of the many reasons why Shane adores him so much.

And when Ryan still turns to grin at him, like he always does, even if he's being fake pissy, Shane physically has to stop himself from getting up and just kissing him silly right there. He distracts himself with getting the popcorn out of the bag and that's when he spots the little keychain. A big grin finds itself onto his face as he traces a thumb across the little charm. It's cheap-looking and fucking ridiculous but Shane couldn't give a single fuck, he is so in love.

"Really?" He asks voice strained from trying not to laugh. He holds up the keychain, hooking it on his middle finger and dangling it when Ryan turns to look. He immediately rolls his eyes and oh man, he's definitely blushing, it doesn't matter he's turning away, doing his best hide it, Shane still catches a glimpse of it spreading out on his cheeks and ears beautifully.

"Look, your stupid animated food series ruined my life and I know you have zero taste, so it's a perfect gift." Ryan wouldn't meet his eyes, but Shane can see part of his smile, hears the waver of his voice, despite Ryan being so defensive about the stupid keychain.

"Thank you, Ryan. I like it a lot."

The sincerity which he said that with even surprised Shane, not to mention Ryan, who almost spilled the hot noodles all over himself while attempting to pour them into a bowl.

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"Why are you here? Not that I don't appreciate the food and treating me like a princess, I sure do, I'm just curious." Shane says, much later, when he's all wrapped up in his soft blanket, belly full of soup.

Which was mediocre at best, but Shane was starving, too sick and lazy to make himself anything earlier, so that damn soup tasted like the most delicious thing he ever had. Of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that Ryan made it for him.

Ryan turns his head towards him now, and Shane's a little taken aback by how close they are. Not even ten minutes earlier Ryan was sitting on the other end of the couch, and now they're practically pressed up against each other, from legs to shoulders, the only barrier between them being Shane's blanket. He must've migrated there while they were having a heated discussion about the contestants of the British Bake Off. (Ryan always picks the worst fucking people, goddammit.)

Shane can't believe he hadn't noticed the warmth of Ryan next to him earlier, or the whiff of that cologne Ryan always used lately Shane learned to love. Now that he's very much aware of it, the heat radiating off of Ryan is almost too much, combined with the blanket, so he shrugs it off. If anything, it's worse because Ryan's bare arm is now completely pressed against his and Shane's heart takes that as an excuse to pick up the pace.

"Because you're my friend? I just- I wanted to make sure you're okay. Wouldn't want you to die because of a little cold, what would happen to Unsolved?" Ryan jokes, playing it cool and casual. If Shane wouldn't know him extremely well, maybe he'd even buy what he's selling.

"Sure, that makes sense. Except, all those other times I've been sick you just gave me a 'gross, keep your germs away from me, please' or a half-hearted 'get better, dude'. You never showed up in my apartment and cooked for me. I didn't even know you knew how to work a stove!" Shane grins at him brightly. Seems like they can't have a normal conversation without insulting each other. "How do you explain that, Ry-guy?"

Shane doesn't expect Ryan to go quiet and stare at his hands, the TV, the ceiling. Anywhere but right at Shane. And he doesn't expect the guilt written all over Ryan's face when he does finally meet Shane's eyes.

"First of all, I don't sound like that. And second- I'm not proud of this, okay? Just don't be too mad." Shane's about to open his mouth and ask what the living hell Ryan is talking about, but he gets cut off.

"You're sick because of me. You kept giving me your jacket, remember?"

Shane does remember, but he has no idea what that has to do with him getting sick?

"Ryan, how is that your fault? I was the one giving you my jacket cause you're so goddamn cold all the time. You didn't force me. And here I thought I was the one who tends to overthink."  Shane says jokingly, and he immediately realizes they're having one of those rare Serious Conversations because Ryan doesn't laugh. If anything, he looks even more on edge,  his hand fisting into the blanket pooled around Shane's hips.

"I didn't force you," Ryan repeats, still not quite meeting Shane's eyes. "but I did leave my warm clothes at the hotel on purpose."

Ryan shuts his eyes as soon as the words leave his lips. If he can't see Shane, Shane can't see him, right? He almost looks relieved, finally putting it out there, lifting the weight of it off of his shoulders. And he can't stop there now, he has to push through while he's on a roll.

With a sudden surge of bravery Ryan doesn't know where he mustered up from he looks right into Shane's eyes, takes in his utterly confused expression and flat out ignores it for now, even when dread grips at his heart. It's worse than any haunted place they've been, but he's gonna say what he has to say right now, fear of rejection be damned.

"I wanted your clothes because I love- liked how it made me smell just like you." He says, voice cracking despite all the determination and courage he could muster up to say it. Ryan closes his eyes then, waiting for Shane's judgment. He braces himself for the outcome, for Shane to call him creepy, or even ask him to leave.

His heart would break, oh yeah, it sure fucking would but he could do it, he could walk out of his life if Shane would ask him to. There was very little Ryan wouldn't do for him.

It's dead silent around them for about a minute, thanks to one of them pausing the baking show while they were talking. Just as Ryan's about to open his eyes and face the situation, Shane's lips pressed against his in a split second.

It's a soft kiss in general, but it could be so much better, so much more if Ryan wouldn't be so damn difficult. As soon as Shane's mouth brushed against his, Ryan flinched back, even letting out a yelp, because he was just caught off guard, alright?

And Shane was looking at him now, embarrassed, like he did something wrong and oh God, Ryan can't have that, absolutely not. So he reaches out, not paying any mind to the uptick of his heart as he practically crashes their lips together.

Shane makes a surprised, muffled sound and shortly turning his head out of the kiss, fucking wheezing at him while Ryan's about to jump out of his skin. However, it soon turns into a coughing session and another pang of guilt hits Ryan's chest. At least Shane's smiling when he can finally speak again, eyes all crinkly. Ryan has the urge to kiss him again.

"Yeah, let's not do that unless you want me to choke." Shane's unfairly big hand comes up to cup his cheek and the way Ryan leans into the touch immediately says a lot about how gone he is for Shane. "Besides, wouldn't want you to get sick. I'm absolutely not dealing with your whiny ass."

"You're such a dick, Shane." Ryan barks out a laugh that maybe sounds a bit hysterical, but just as relieved. It's also not so much of an insult when it's said with all the fondness in the world.

We're okay, Ryan thinks, one leg draped over Shane's lap. They're basically pressed against each other as much as they can. Shane's arm fits perfectly around him as if it belongs there. Shane won't kick him out, they're more than okay.

And sure, Ryan moves to get up and move to the other end of the couch, or fucking leave every five minutes, refusing to put up with Shane's bullshit and terrible choices in bakers. But Shane grabs his wrist every single time, pulling him close and not letting go, even when his side hurts from laughing and Ryan wheezes into his neck.

[bunny-banana]

For the director's cut thing, the story where Fabri asks Ermal out on a date but Ermal doesn't realize that? 👀

YO SO WE GONNA DO THAT OR WHAT

Its this fic btw if anyones curious.  

Chap 1

Even with closed eyes, he sensed the man lying next to him turn towards him but Fabrizio did not spoke immediately. No, he just stayed silent for a bit, Ermal wasn’t quite sure what he was observing but before Ermal could ask, Fabrizio broke the silence.

its u. he’s gazing at u, u idiot.

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’You didn’t exactly give off the vibe that you’d say yes’

“What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t give off the vibe?!”

mr no-homo meta has NO right to be surprised at that. boy went into a panic attack every time someone as much as breathed the suggestion ofc fab was Anxious

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A certain Roman showing up at his doorstep looking like he’d belong to the Milan Fashion Week.A tight grey shirt whose top three buttons almost begged to be opened (yet remained miraculously, in Fabris case, closed!) clung nicely to the body underneath it. A very fine silver chain hung around his neck that perfectly fit with the rings and the watch on his hand.Instead of ripped denim, now tight & shiny dark jeans were worn and to round this look up, an impeccably tailored black, suit jacket was thrown over him.

so not to be Hoe on main but we all just love Sexy Fab.  but more so, i really thought Fabrizio would have put a lot of effort into dressing nicely this time around. Probably called a few friends, crying to help him. He just wanted Ermal to like his look. Which he did.   A lot.  again, outstanding heterosexual of the year, ermal meta is completely mesmerised by that look.

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“Well, well, Fab. Gotta say, this place is on a whole different level“ The curly haired man commented as he flipped through the menu.“You like it?”“How could I not?”

again, Fabrizio intentionally looking up a fancy place for their Date, something he actually felt a little bit uncomfortable about himself and wouldnt normally chose for himself. But then again, he was greatly relieved when Ermal actually did say he liked it.

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Ermal is just honestly iconic in this fic. man enjoys fabrizios appearance, enjoys talking with him,  eating out with him, just spending time with him in general sooo much……and yet.

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Fabrizio tilted his head and was it the candle light or something else, but a intriguing shine filled his eyes.“I’d know something sweeter than this.” In the next moment, everything turned upside down when Fabrizio suddenly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb gently brushing over the back of the younger man’s hand.

THE COURAGE THIS TOOK. THE NERVES WHICH WERE WRECKED.  Fab really just went “ok here we go balls to the wall now or never”

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Chap2

“So, Fabrizio….Fabrizio likes me. Apparently.” It felt interesting to say it out loud. Ermal got a tingly feeling at the thought. So ..it was him who made Fabrizio blush earlier? Who made him nervous? And smiley?  Christ, he actually really wanted Ermal to like his outfit, didn’t he? A small smirk found its way on Ermal’s face. Who would have thought that he’d have Fabrizio Moro of all people wrapped around his finger.

erm: so im het

also erm: wow i really really like the fact that fabrizio is into me. its actually super exciting. kinda makes me happy in a way.

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“Wait, what?! I should ask him out?!”“Yeah? Isn’t that something you want?”Is that something he- But that would imply that he’d want to pursue Fabrizio, his very male, masculine, manly friend Fabrizio who was definitely not by any chance a woman. To have a relationship with guy that was …..romantic… and oh sweet Mother of God, sexual?!“I- I- I don’t know.”

so yeah, to get to the bottom of this, when you’re in the process of realising your own …..non-heterosexuality, its just A Lot to take in.  I thought, realistically, that would just be a bit too much for Ermal to take in at that moment. He had to process the mere thought of “yes, you could have a romantic relationship with this guy, since he’s into you. Its absolutely a possibility”. When you’re conditioned to think “i can only ever date people of the opposite sex” all your life, it takes a bit of time to get accustomed to new possibilities.

And then theres the sexual aspect which is like, on Jupiter, for Ermal’s current state of mind.

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Chap3

The video he currently was immersed in showed a slow-mo fight between a mongoose and a cobra that in all its intensity outdid any action movie in a heartbeat.

i remember watching that vid before writing that chapter and being mesmerised by it. u fucking go lil mongoose!

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[Bizio]: sorry i cant this weekend

First, i just love the thought of him being saved as Bizio on Ermals phone. Second, the reason why he replied so late was because he was wrecking his mind about it. Should he go? should he not? god, the thought of seeing ermal excited him and yet scared him. nonononno. he’s trying to get Over Ermal. He needs space. he is not ready yet.

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[Ermal]:Fabri!! Heard you’re coming up North! 😁 I have this excellent bottle of wine that a fan gave me the other day (don’t ask) so how about we open it at my place? I know you love a good wine 😉🍷

He couldn’t even slide the phone back into his pocket before it started buzzing. Surprisingly, the reply came almost instantly this time.[Bizio]:sorry no the schedule is pretty tight for me at the moment i dont think ill have much time in milan

i just image him getting the weirdest fucking fan gifts. also lmao the lightning speed with which fab replied. homeboy saw that wine would be involved and imemdiately thought “nononononono. worst case, my drunk ass might kiss him, god forbid. we are absolutely not gonna do that”

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[Ermal]:So I’m flipping through the channels at home and there comes a baking show and I wouldn’t normally stop to watch but you know what they’re baking? Those creamy pastry things we had in Lisbon!

Now the idea about the Pasteis de Nata stemms from a real life event! During ESC 2018 i slept at a friends house and since the contest was held in Portugal we decided to cook something portuguese. Thats what we did. They fucking slap. Also, one of the best weekends ive ever had

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However, this is how things continued as to all of Ermal’s messages, he’d receive rather uncharacteristically short replies. When he sent him photos he’d often not reply at all and even when he called Fabri didn’t pick.

Okay we have to image in WHAT kinda mental state Fabrizio is in that time. Boy is EMBARASSED to death. Then obviously, he is trying his hardest to get rid of this crush.  So he just isnt talking to Ermal at all. Which in turn makes him lonely and sad.  So then Ermal shoots him a message, sends him a picture and Fabrizio is immediately head over heels again. Which he shouldnt be. Bad Fabri. And the circle repeats itself.

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Fabrizio who smiled sweetly at the host, who hugged her tightly, who joked with her and oh, whose eyes didn’t stick to her face but wandered more and more south.

Dude honestly, Fab was not flirting with anyone. He was just being nice as he usually is. And we all know he a lil bit sleazy so yeah, he might have looked down once or twice. but he really was not flirting. It was just Ermals affection-deprived mind going berserk.

Also that was the first time Ermal witnessed Fabrizio being affectionate with someone else. And the contrast to that cold shoulder he received was just the last straw for him.

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“Why is he all smiley and lovey-dovey with her while he treats me as if I’m a war criminal?!” Ermal shouted the second the other line got picked up.“Uhm, hello? Maybe a ‘Good morning’ first of all? A simple ‘how are you doing, Sabina?’ would have been appreciated too.”

Damn bitch can ya greet ur sister first before going off smh

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And would it have been really that bad if Ermal had just held on to his hand? Let Fabrizio gently stroke him with his thumb, maybe even squeeze back while Ermal’s finger draws circles over letters that covered the older man’s knuckles.It would have been nice and Ermal would have liked it.

I think he just needed to see what he was missing out to realise what he really has always wanted. If things were to go back to normal, he would have never made any realisations.

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“Am I- Do I like Fabrizio?”

No, we dont ask what he is. Because thats for another time, a calmer time. Or maybe not at all. He doesnt know the answer to that question and its not important right now. All he knows is that despite it all, he likes Fabrizio.

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The fact he was a guy was new, but those feelings involved weren’t.

I feel like this is just a very bisexual experience. At least to me it was. Its very confusing when u are genuinely attracted to the opposite sex, so you make the conclusion: you are obviously straight. Its not possibly that you are not-straight.  

Then u start feeling attraction to someone of ur own gender and its like “hmmm. Obviously this must be fake since we have established that Im genuinely attracted to the opposite sex ”

But the thing is..it aint going away. And then u think how you’d perhaps be down for sex, and perhaps be down for something more, and perhaps do all those nice things you would be doing with someone of the opposite sex.  

So yeah, its ..its really confusing and complicated to figure it out. And if you actually do have a feelings for someone it only makes matters more complicated ig

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“Jesus, I really do like him. Me. Liking a guy.”

Again, once u made That Realisation, its just the WILDEST thing in the beginning. a complete NEW concept being applied to yourself.

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“LISTEN CUT THE BULLSHIT I KNOW EXACTLY THAT YOU’RE HOME! OPEN UP OR I WILL STAND HERE ALL NIGHT I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” In addition to the knocking he now also started ringing the doorbell. He sure as hell wouldn’t move here until that door wasn’t opened.“I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I WON’T EVEN SLEEP AND NEITHER WILL YOU. I CAN GO ON FOREVER YOU HEAR ME, FABRIZIO MOBRICI?!”

Ermal is just unhinged in all my fics.

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Epilogue

[Ermal💛]: You ready?

Fabrizio added that heart right immediately after Ermal left his house a week prior.

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Ermal looked….cuddly.

So yeah we all know Fab isnt the keenest on fashion and shit. And i just though Ermal would want him to be as comfortable as possible on their date, so he was like “ay come casual” . and also, its sort of cute that Ermal lets Fabri see him so casual too, its sort of more private in that sense.

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And those were still the mild surprises, let’s not start with the downright shock he felt when his brain started providing words like kissable, attractive, sexy and hot during lonelier nights.

i have a fic for those kinda nights too

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“It’s not that far and God knows men your age need the exercise anyway.”

ermal just cant show affection like a normal person, he has to roast u even when he’s madly in love with u

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What followed behind the colourful door was a small chaos. Literally. People constantly coming and going, with buzzing voices chatting in every corner. They made their way half through the rather crowded establishment, got greeted by a waiter who rushed past them, before they finally spotted a couple leaving, liberating two chairs for them.

SO YEAH. the restaurant. it is loosely based on a place here in Vienna. Its pakistani food too, its a buffet, its kinda chaotic like described in the fic. also u can pay as much as u want.

i just thought, yknow, its home made cooking and its kinda relaxed and chill and casual and has a certain liberal flair to it. and i thought yeah that has fabri energy we gonna use that. also their mango rice puddings fucking slap

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Languages were not his forte, those belonged to Ermal, but Fabrizio ran through his options. It surely wasn’t French or Spanish, that he would at least recognise. German looked different too; they had those dots over their U’s and those curly B’s which allegedly weren’t B’s at all. Swedish? Danish? No. He’s been to Ikea often enough to know that his wardrobe wouldn’t be called Qershor. And Russian had different letters but maybe it was something similar to Russian?

Okay, so I’m a known Slut for Languages.  Fabrizio is not. I can pretty much recognise most European languages in written form at some point in a text. Fabrizio can not. Therefore writing this from the perspective of someone who really isnt into languages was kind of interesting and a bit challenging. I was just thinking ‘how would he recognise them when he isnt into them?’  And i think, in the end, i did it realistically.

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“Is it like..Serbian? Croatian? Or something?” He mumbled while putting a piece of eggplant in his mouth but quickly realised the answer when Ermal almost spit out his water from laughing.“No, definitely not. I can guarantee you, it’s very much not Serbian or Croatian ‘or something’.” Ermal chuckled with a bright smile, obviously enjoying their little guessing game. “But you’re close. In a way.”

This is SO embarrassing but this whole language guessing game was just a setup to an inside joke I have with myself.  So, for those who don’t know, I speak Serbo-Croatian. And I study Slavic studies. The first things they tell you in the first lesson of the Slavic Linguistics course is “Please, for the love of God, PLEASE, dont say Albanian/Hungarian/Romanian is a slavic language”. Apparently many europeans assume these languages are because theyre surrounded by slavic countries. BUT TO AN ACTUAL SLAVIC NATIVE SPEAKER, the difference is immediately obvious and so its quite comical when people assume theyre related languages.   So i thought the reverse would be kinda funny to Ermal too.

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“I can be anything the teacher wants me to be. A good student, a naughty student, whatever floats his boat…” He asked sultrily before winking at the man across of him whose higher brain functions seemed to have ceased at once and just gaped at him like a fish.

boys whole brain got fried when the sexiest man in italy started flirting with him. issokay, he was just shocked. fabrizio has never been flirty with him before, he’ll get used to it.

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“I was just trying to give you the best date that I could.“At those words, the Roman frowned however."Wait, this was a date?!”

im just an asshole honestly

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They giggled as they finally closed the gap between them going for a slow and deep kiss.

i just love them being all SOFT and in LOVE

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“Erm, I- I have an instore tomorrow, I better be well rested.”His counterpart just huffed and raised an eyebrow.“So were you planning on staying up all night, huh?”

Fabs horn dog brain definitively went HmmmmMmm this is nice:) ..could get even nicer:)  but no fuck, i have work to do tomorrow

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“Love how you immediately forget about a good night’s sleep once you have a tongue in your mouth.”“Fuck off.”

He just got carried away as if u were complaining ermal smh

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"I bet on everything I have that your password is 'liberoanita1’ so yes, I actually can.”

Parents culture is just using ur children’s names as all your passwords and we all know Fabri is that kinda parent.

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All in All, i also wanna talk about how the epilogue mirrors the first chapter, but in a more successful light.

Fabrizio dresses for Ermal - Ermal dresses for Fabrizio

fancy place - more casual place

They take the car - they walk

Fabrizio takes Ermals hand on the open for everyone to see - Ermal takes Fabrizios hand under the table, in private

They eat their dessert seperately - they eat theri dessert together

they fall out - they become closer, kiss

they dont talk - they plan the next date

anyway thanks for reading and thank uuuuuu for this ask julchen

[bnhavibes]

That's fine 😊💞 -🐇anon

Birthday boy love!😽

Sometimes Kirishima could never figure you out.

It was his birthday, and yet you had been so distant and aloof with him all day. To put it in his own words, you weren’t treating him like he was very manly today, and it was making him upsetti spaGHETTI!!!

(a/n: isn’t my boi so fcKinG PRECIOUS)

The rest of the Bakusquad couldn’t tell him, but you had something very special lined up for him.

As you disappeared from his sight, he was getting more and more disassociate with his friends; He was more concerned with the cold shoulder you had been giving him all day than the fact that his buddies were trying to make him feel better by letting him win a few rounds in a video game. He couldn’t focus, though, on anything besides the fact that you were all hiding something from him.

Eventually, he snapped. “Alright, what’s going on?” He asks, placing his controller onto the coffee table with a deep huff.

“What do you mean, dumbass?” Bakugo said, snatching the controller from the table for his own turn. “You’re finally beating Denki at zombies, and it’s your birthday so shouldn’t you be happy or something Shitty Hair?”

“Is... Is something going on with (Y/N) that I don’t know about?” He asked tenderly, scratching his head to avoid the sharp head turns of his friends.

“What makes you say that, cmon bro you know she’s just like this sometimes.” Kaminari answers, shoving some chips in his mouth.

“Dunno. I guess she’s just been ignoring me I think?” His brows furrowed before digging in his pocket for his phone before shooting you a ‘where did you go?’ text.

“Nah, why would she ignore you! Give her a break, it’s not like she’s out cheating on you or someth— OUCH!!” Denki yelped, a fist smashing his head down.

“Why the hell would you say that dumbass!? You’re just gonna make him upset.” Bakugo gritted through his teeth. Kirishima looked at Bakugo with concern.

“Wh-What makes you think she— No. No, you’re lying.” He squeaked, getting up despite the protesting shouts between the two.

“She’s NOT doing anything BRO, come oN! Let’s just play games!!” Denki’s cries were results of Bakugo beating on him for speaking such negative things into the world.

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After you left the lounge, you sped your way up to your dorm room. You only had a matter of time before Eji would notice you were missing and come looking for you. You pulled your hair out of the dutch braids they were in. He always loved seeing the wild way your faux curls settled on your shoulders. As soon as you got in your room, you stripped yourself of clothing, quickly coating your skin in a cocoa butter lotion to hydrate and a spritz or two of your man’s favorite perfume before running over to your dressers.

You pulled out a deep maroon colored lace bodysuit that came with matching lace panties and garter. You pulled on thigh high nylon socks, hands shaking as you prepared for your present. A sigh left your lips as you looked your reflection over on the screen of the blank TV in your room. You silently prayed he would like it. You lightly coat your lips in a strawberry flavored chapstick, jumping just a little as a throat cleared behind you. You felt your cheeks heat up as the man of the hour himself popped up.

“B-Baby!” You exclaim, swiftly making your way over to his arms but he stops you at arm length. A confused pout sat across your lips, pulling the bottom one out just a bit as you looked at the hand on your chest. “W-What is th—”

“What can of softie do you think I am?” His tone is harsh, the growing scowl on his face throwing you off more.

“Eji— Oh!” You were pulled his direction, him pinning your back against the door as he shut it.

“You think you can just walk all over me, huh, (Y/N)?” He spat, causing you to wince.

“Baby, I—?”

“No, don’t ‘baby’ me!” He scoffed, “Denki says you’re cheating on me, is that why you’re dressed like this huh?”

Instantly you face palmed, “I’m going to kill Denki.” You grumbled, to Kirishima’s dismay. He frowned, assuming that meant he was right. “This is one sick way to stop you from playing games and send you up here.”

Kirishima groaned, “Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)!”

“No, Kiri-chan, I’m serious! I told the dumbass to fucking send you up here as soon as he got an opening. I— I wanted to surprise you... It’s your b-birthday afterall, and I... Wanted to make you feel special.” You were fiddling with your fingers as you stared at your fidgeting feet between his big shoes. “But I guess he said something stupid like I was cheating? That doesn’t make any sense, why would Denki want you to think I was cheating on you?”

He sighed.

“Well, when ya put it like that... I—I guess I should say I let my emotions take control of me.... Now that I think about it, I acted really unmanly instead of listening to Katsuki fend for ya. And you know he’s the kind who wouldn’t do it just to cover for you! God, I’m so glad it was a misunderstanding.” He said, pulling you into an apologetic hug; Picking you up by your hips and inhalely sharply as he pressed your body into the door.

(Shook) Dumbfounded, you wrap your arms around his chest anyways. It wasn’t until you buried your face in the crook of his neck that you realised just exactly what you were doing before he interrupted. A smile spread acros your lips as you began to plant subtle kisses on his hot skin.

Subconsciously, his hips twitch; the warmth between your scantily clad legs beginning to pool a delicious slick. He gasps a little, running his hands up your torso and massaging your breasts a little before stroking through your hair.

Breaths getting heavy; your lips finally meet, and the moist feeling in your panties began to leak a little from the way Kirishima was rubbing the bulge in his pants against the centre of your thinly covered clit.

“Mm, (Y/N), you know just how to get a guy going, huh?” He pants on your lips, licking at the bits of drool that were dribbling out the corners of your mouth a bit. “You’re so lewd, baby! Oh, my god, it’s like I can do the tiniest— oh!” His traveling hand finds its way to your core, fingers delicately tapping along your aroused pussy. “Geez, you’re so wet, already, huh?” He plunges his fingers past your panty line to coat his fingers in your essence, causing you to moan shakily, trembling as the nimble tips of his calloused fingers danced around your folds and trickling around your neglected hole.

“Oh, Eji~” You moan in his ear, grasping his hair at the back of his head with one hand and holding yourself up with the other one; wrapping your other arm around his shoulders, behind his neck.

“Mmmph. You look so lewd, all dressed up for me, whimpering at my touch.” His voice is low, rumbling in your ear before he removed his hands.

Taking it as as opening, you quickly run your hand to his sweats, knowing he goes commando when he gets home, yanking them down just enough to whip the hard member beneath it.

“Wa-Wait, no, I’m leadi— Ohhhhnnnmmmm— G-Goddd...” His protests fell into a string of curse words, you had forced his entire length into your tight walls, not letting yourself adjust as he streched you out. You sigh in relief, waiting for Kiri boi to catch his breath. “You’re really something else, you know. You never cease to amaze me.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” You moan in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe gently and the next thing you know you’re in the air. Kirishima tossed you onto the bed, not giving you an opening to get up before he leaped onto your back, ripping your panties to the side and shoving his dick back into you. You moan loudly, jumping your lower half to your knees and backing into his hips as he snapped them into your ass.

“Oh, baby. You’re s...oo... tight,” He groans as he exhales, gripping your hips gently while relentlessly slamming into your now clentching walls. “Call me the name... Please.” He whispers.

“Ohhhhhnnnggg, Red Daddy Riot. You fill me up so well, I— Ohhh!” You mewl as his pace increases. “Happy birthday, Daddy. Oh! Yeeeeeesss. Fuck!! Me!!! U-Use your Q-Quirk!!~”

“B-Baby! Oh, go-god you make me feel so manly, I— I love you.” He moans before he grabs you by the hair and oushes your head down into the bed.

The naughty words leaving your lips fuels the fire in the boy’s stomach, but being the good boy Kirishima was, he did as he was told. Using his Quirk in the lightest amount possible so that he didn’t literally tear you apart. (only metaphorically ty.)

You scream in pleasure as you feel his dick solidify and thicken in waves, showing his brief use of the quirk to be just so deliciously hard inside your aching cunt.

“(Y/N)... Ohhh, shhhHHHHIT!” He groans as your juices begin spraying out of your hole in response to him sloshing around your drenched walls. You were so wet for him, it had been pushed out every time his cock went to fill you up; Your legs, along with Kirishima’s shirt, sweatpants, and thighs, were coated in your slick.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Fill your lewd baby up with your cum. Please, Red Daddy Riot, I want your cum in mee~!” You moan as your legs start trembling from the excitement (mixed with a little bit of fear of Kiri losing control of his Quirk, but a LOT of pleasure from his cock).

His last bucks are sloppy, but you can feel his dick pulsate so literally due his Quirk, and you cum again, your own orgasm spraying out, and soaking your bodies once more.

“(Y-Y/N)?” Kirishima’s voice shaky as he recollects himself; Removing his cock from your body and turning your body to face him,

“Yes, Daddy?” You coyly reply.

He moans, “God, if you get pregnant, just remember you told me to— hey!”

You kicked him in his side. “What the hell, Eji!?”

“IM JUST KIDDING LOVEBUG I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY— I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU ANGryyyy....” He whines, tackling your body and wrestling to pin your arms by your head.

“Get off me, ya punk!” You cry, kicking and shimmying— your attempt to get out of his hold.

“But it’s my Birthday!”

You cave.

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hope you enjoy! i am partially intoxicated as I type this so pls forgive any mistakes! 🥺🥺😭😭