#it is 11pm i would normally be asleep an hour ago so if this answer is weird and rambly that is why | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

pies-writes-and-more · 4 years ago

Text

just friends

word count: 5,393

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

warnings: literally all fluff. maybe some swearing lol

a/n: this literally was supposed to be a short fluffy drabble and turned into a full on fic haha. I wrote a lot of this while I was half asleep so please excuse any spelling mistakes haha. I hope you guys like it! 💕 gif below isn’t mind, creds to the original creator!

haikyuu masterlist

Your window was only open slightly, meant for allowing the cool air to flow in, while also aiding for a certain somebody’s quick escape if it came down to that.

The Fukurōdani Academy Group Summer Camp started tomorrow. Well. Today, if you count the fact that it was already 2AM.

It had originally been 11PM. 3 hours ago, Akaashi Keiji had crawled up the side of your house and tapped his knuckles ever so softly on your window. It had freaked you out for a second until he texted you “Lemme in”, to which you then moved to the window to greet him with a confused look.

“Akaashi, if my parents hear you-” you started, glancing over your shoulder and hoping they hadn’t somehow managed to get to your bedroom door without you noticing.

“Then stay quiet and help me in,” he shrugged, slowly plopping into your room and smiling down at you. “How’s your evening?”

You just stared at him, “Akaashi, it’s late!” You hissed as he crawled into your bed and got comfortable like he was meant to be there. “What’re you doing awake anyways? Don’t you have to be up early for your training camp?”

Akaashi just gave a hum and a nod, patting the other side of the bed he wasn’t currently occupying and giving you a smile. You rolled your eyes and tucked yourself in next to him. It didn’t matter that the two of you were slightly squished, if anything your bed actually felt comfier this way.

Without any more questions, you and Akaashi laid there for hours, whispering as the time ticked by. Your legs slowly tangled together under the sheets and you fit in his side as if you were made to be there.

“What’re you thinking about?” Akaashi asked suddenly, his voice coated with fatigue, eyes lazily opening to look over at you and your pensive expression. It had been so long between topics, you had actually started to think he had fallen asleep.

“What do you mean?” You smiled back at him, your fingers still tracing along the lines on his palm like you had been for the past 10 minutes.

“You’re too quiet to be not thinking. And you’re obviously not sleeping. So what’re you thinking about?” Akaashi explained, interlacing your hands together for a moment. Just to see how they fit.

“Why did you come?” You questioned after a moment, turning to really look him in the eyes this time. Akaashi had such a soft demeanour about him tonight, a gentleness that you hardly ever saw when he and Bokuto were getting up to their usual mischief. But he was always kind and sweet to you, always took a moment of his day to tuck your hair behind your ear, or pluck a piece of fluff off your shoulder. Always put his plans on pause to ask you about your day, texted you about life and school and plans for the future.

His future included nationals. Playing in front of crowds and cameras, screaming fans and loud cheers. His future included volleyball. But you always wondered if there was room for you in that future too.

Akaashi paused, watching your eyes and for a moment, you could’ve sworn he had looked at your lips, a flicker of something different crossing his eyes. “I needed to see you.”

He said it so casually. As if this was normal. As if it was normal for a guy to crawl into a girl’s bedroom and lay in her bed like they were already married.

“I see you practically every day when we’re at school,” you pointed out, brushing a piece of hair from his eyes and trying to determine what he was really thinking because lord knows you could never tell.

Akaashi just stared some more at you, eyes slowly blinking from exhaustion. “I’ll be busy the next few weeks. With volleyball. And I know you’ve got plans for the summer too. I just... wanted to see you before I got all busy. I wanted to just be here with you and pretend like i could come back here.”

“You could,” you added quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, because then he looked at you with surprise. “I like it when you come by,” you admitted to him quietly, sitting up slightly in your bed. “I’m going to miss you while you’re all busy this summer.”

“I can make time,” Akaashi said hurriedly, his teeth tugging on his lips as he sat up with you. “For you. I can make time.”

You look at him with a smile, his thumb grazing over your hand again as he interlaced your fingers together once more. The two of you sat there, both wanting to ask the hovering question that sat buried in your throats.

What are we?

We’re friends, you’d always insist to your friends.

But friends don’t come crawling into your room at the middle of the night to hold you and hold your hand.

We’re just friends, Akaashi had told the team before with flushed cheeks.

But no friend of Akaashi’s had ever made him so nervous, Bokuto pointed out. And friends don’t stare at each other across the room the way you two do.

What are we?

“You should go,” you pointed out as you felt the tensions rising, glancing at the clock. It was almost 3:30AM now. Maybe it was sleep exhaustion or maybe you were just tired of never knowing what you were to Akaashi, but you knew if you didn’t get him out of your room now, you might end up spilling your guts to him.

Had she felt me try to get the courage to confess? Akaashi wondered as he gathered his things, moving to leave from the window again. But not before he wrapped you up into another hug, pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Do friends give forehead kisses?

“I’ll miss you,” he stated as he started to climb out the window.

“It’s not like you’re going across the world,” you teased with an awkward sort of laugh. “I’ll come see you guys maybe. When you’re not too busy.”

It could’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to lighten up at this idea. He nodded and pulled his backpack off for a moment to pull a hoodie from it. “To keep you warm when I’m not around,” he told you as he handed it to you. So casual. Like this was just something friends do.

“T-Thanks,” you tried to hide your smile, tried to hide the fact that you wanted to squeal out like a little girl. You held onto the hoodie as he gave you another little wave and crawled out of your house. You held it tighter as he landed on the ground, looking up at you and smiling at you like you were his romantic interest.

Do friends look at each other like that?

When he disappeared from view, you held the hoodie to your chest, smiling as you smelt his cologne or body wash or whatever the hell it was that made Akaashi smell like Akaashi. You crawled back into bed after closing your window tightly and turning off the lights, still gripping onto the hoodie he had left with you.

Do friends miss each other almost immediately after they’re gone? A few days later and there was Akaashi crawling through your window again. You heard the knock on the glass and found him with a tired smile on his face.

“Are you just going to keep visiting me in the middle of the night?” You asked with a giggle, watching him flop into your bed and open his arms asking you to join him.

“I have to look at sweaty annoying boys all day. What’s wrong with seeing a pretty girl every now and then?” He asked as you crawled in. Do friends say things like that to each other?

“Aw it can’t be all that bad,” you insisted, avoiding his eyes as you tried to wave off the compliment. “Bokuto is rather nice to look at.”

Akaashi huffed a bit, tickling your sides briefly until you reminded him in a harsh whisper that your parents were asleep. “Stop thinking about another boy while I’m here with you,” he stuck his tongue out at you playfully.

“Sorry I’ll stick to thinking about them when you’re not around,” you teased, making him poke at your side some more.

Did friends get jealous that easily?

“Why did you come?” You asked him after a while, tracing soft lines with your finger tips down his cheek and jawline, as if carefully measuring out a masterpiece because that’s exactly what he was. “Is the training camp really that bad?”

“Nah it’s alright. It’s fun getting to play with some new teams. Bokuto gets all excited about showing off his skills,” Akaashi responded softly, his eyes closing slowly as the two of you spoke.

“Aren’t you sore? From all your games?”

“Extremely. I’m not going to feel my legs tomorrow that’s for sure.”

“You shouldn’t have walked all this way then, idiot. You’re going to tire out your legs even more.”

“It’s worth it if I get to see you,” his voice was so quiet you weren’t even sure he actually said it. You looked up at him and found his eyes open again, watching you as if gauging your reaction.

Did friends make you feel like your heart would beat out of your chest? Do friends walk all the way to your house in the middle of the night after exercising all day?

What are we?

You wanted to ask, the words forming at your lips. The question was begging to be answered, pleading at your vocal cords to produce some sort of sound.

But what if you were reading into things?

What if friends really do all the things you wondered about? What if you weren’t exactly friends but weren’t anything more either? What if Akaashi saw you as a placeholder. A warm body to be everything a girlfriend could be until he found someone actually worthy.

What if you really were just friends?

Akaashi left a few moments later, groaning softly as he stretched and giving you another exhausted smile as he insisted he’d be back some other time. He traded sweaters with you, pulling out a brand new one for you from his bag and taking the one he had left earlier.

“I’m okay with this one Akaashi, why are you giving me another?” You asked confusedly.

He shrugged and you could’ve sworn there was a blush on his cheeks, “Just cause.”

He wrapped you up in a hug, pressed another kiss to your forehead and slipped out the window. Then spent the whole walk back shaking his head at himself for not saying what he wanted to say.

“Because I like how my clothes smell like you after you wear them,” he spoke aloud into the quiet night. “Because I wanted a part of me to always be with you. Because I don’t want you thinking about Bokuto, I want you thinking about me. Because I wanted to walk all this way to tell you how I felt and I chickened out again.”

The reasons piled into his head and he angrily kicked at some rocks as he walked. Why was it so much easier to think of why when he walked away?

“Because I want to know what we are,” he whispered to himself, stopping his footsteps and staring at the sky for a moment before walking further from you.

More days passed and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you didn’t hear from Akaashi as much. He was busy. You were busy. Everyone was busy, you told yourself. It’s not like he forgot about you. Or that he decided to ghost you.

It’s not like he found someone else. It was a volleyball training camp, who could he have found?

You wanted to tell yourself that there wasn’t anyone else and even if there was, it’s not like you had a claim to him anyway. You and Akaashi were just friends.

But you still waited for him every night, looking out the window in hopes he’d come.

Finally you heard a little tap at your window, and there was Akaashi with another tired grin. He seemed like he was glowing more than usual. He seemed bigger, more toned under his jacket.

“I missed you,” you told him shyly and the two of you curled back under the sheets together again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pressing his lips briefly against your forehead. “I got all caught up in training and even after the day is gone, everyone still wants to practice. Even that blond boy from Karasuno seems like he’s getting into it.”

You smiled and nodded, thinking about the few texts that Akaashi seemed to get out to you when he wasn’t so busy, “I’m sure everyone’s training hard for Nationals.”

Akaashi nodded and smiled, shifting so he was lying on his back and staring at your ceiling, “It’s getting really close. We got to be the best we can be.”

“You’re already really good. But I know you guys will win it all,” you beamed up at him excitedly. It was one of your favourite things, watching them play. And these National games always came with such excitement.

“Only if you’re there cheering us on,” Akaashi glanced at you, as if he had asked if you were coming and waiting for you to confirm.

“Of course,” you nodded up at him. “I wanna watch my boys beat everyone! Wipe the floor with them!”

Akaashi smirked and held onto you a little tighter, fingers dancing along your skin gently.

Did friends send tingles up your spine when they touched you? Because you hadn’t noticed it with anyone else but him.

“I can’t stay long tonight, love,” he whispered to you softly after an hour of whispered conversations passed. “I told Bokuto I’d wake up early with him and get some more practice.”

You nodded understandingly, though your heart felt a little as he started to move, “After your camp, maybe we can start doing all those summer things you wanted to do. When you’re not practicing of course.”

Akaashi chuckled and nodded, “Sure. Ice cream, find a beach, go swimming, whoop your ass in a water balloon fight,” he listed off.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder back as you insisted that he was definitely going to lose a water balloon fight.

His hands grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into another hug. This time a bit tighter, like he was scared you were fading away, “I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he murmured to you, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “But I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

Why did everything he say always seemed like something a boyfriend would say? Do friends say things like that?

“I know you’re busy, Akaashi, don’t worry,” you told him with a small shrug, staring at your hands nervously.

“Y/N...”

There was something in his tone... something so foreign. You looked up at him and saw nervousness in his eyes, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands.

“Yea?”

Akaashi cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes glancing between yours and your hands.

“I- We...” he started.

What are we?

Three words.

Or maybe he should ask what you wanted you two to be?

Is that too much? Is that too pushy?

What if you didn’t think there needed to be anything more to this relationship? What if he was overthinking it? What if this was just for fun and you really were into Bokuto?

“Are you okay, Akaashi?” You asked after a moment of him stuttering.

“Yeah... we’ll do all those things and more,” he finally managed out, his eyes avoiding yours more now. “Promise.”

You nodded slowly, wishing he would keep holding your hand as you two moved away from each other. He traded sweaters with you again, pressed another kiss to your forehead, and disappeared into the night.

You spent the night wondering what he had started saying. Why was he so nervous tonight? What was it about tonight that made him so awkward? You hadn’t seen Akaashi nervous in a lot of situations. He was always so calm, but not tonight for some reason. Could it be that he was nervous… just like you were? Could it actually be that you two were something other than just friends?

It was the last day of the summer training camp and the smell of cooking meat made Akaashi’s mouth water. He looked around him, carefully calculating exactly what kind of meats he wanted to grab off of the barbecues. He and Komi chatted with Tsukishima briefly about their baby Ace’s tantrums, Akaashi smirking to himself as he watched his idiotic best friend going around with Hinata, drooling over the lunch.

“When Bokuto told me to swing by for lunch, this isn’t quite what I expected.”

There was a little lurch in Akaashi’s chest, hearing that voice. He swung around to see you standing there, Suzumeda giving you a little wave after she had shown you to where the team was. “Glad you could swing by! It’s not every day we get to hang out with Akaashi’s friend,” she snickered, a teasing tone in the way she said friend.

You and Akaashi both just looked at her funny before turning back to each other, a smile on your face, “Did you miss me?”

Akaashi just gave you a little smirk, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you into a hug, “Obviously.” He smiled down at you. “Sorry, did you say Bokuto told you to come?” He asked suddenly, looking around to find a wide smiled owl looking Bokuto behind him.

“I just thought that you’d actually smile a bit if she came by!” Bokuto insisted with a laugh, hands on his hips all proud-like. “Good to see you, Y/N! Must be nice to come by and hang out with Akaashi huh?”

You smiled up at him and moved to pat his head affectionately, “Of course! But I like coming to see you too, Bokuto,” you teased.

Bokuto’s smirk seemed different this time as he gave Akaashi a wink, “Sure but there’s nothing wrong with being here solely for Akaashi so you two have some time together,” he grinn, poking your nose playfully.

Before you could ask him what he meant, questioning his word choices and teasing sort of tone, Bokuto got called across the field, eagerly grabbing a plate with the food.

“Are you hungry?” Akaashi asked, nodding towards the gloriously smelling food. You nodded but stayed at his side, finding the massive groups of boys a little daunting. “I’ll get you something then, you can stay around here.”

“Thank you,” you squeezed his arm gently and he just gave you one of those kind soft smiles before disappearing into the crowd.

“Come on! She’s super sweet, you’ll love her!” Suzumeda was saying, dragging a bunch of girls in your direction. You blinked in surprise, Shirofuku giving you a wave as she also made her way over.

“How you doing, Y/N?” Shirofuku wrapped her arms around you excitedly, squeezing you into a hug. “You should’ve come with us! You could’ve been a big help keeping these boys in line.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m not quite sure I could do what you guys do,” you insisted shyly, smiling at the other girls who were smiling at you. “Hiya! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you offered to the new faces.

Soon, you met all the managers from the other schools and it didn’t take long for you all to be laughing and joking about the various attitudes and characters your teams all had.

“Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Kiyoko asked suddenly, noting the lack of food in your hand. “We have lots, and I’m sure some of these boys don’t need to have 7 helpings!”

You nodded and glanced behind your shoulder, finding Akaashi yelling at Bokuto for trying to steal all the meat. “Akaashi already said he’d grab me a plate. Figure it’s better than me getting lost in that group,” you pointed out and turned your eyes back to the girls.

They were all sharing grins with each other, Suzumeda giggling, “Aren’t they adorable?”

You blinked in surprise as they laughed some more, tilting your head, “Who?”

“You!” Ōtaki laughed. “I don’t know Akaashi much but Shirofuku and Suzumeda told me you two really bring the best out of each other.”

You paused a bit more and the Fukurodani girls noted your hesitation, “Sorry, was it supposed to be a secret?” Shirofuku asked with wide eyes. “Leave it to Bokuto to go spilling everyone’s secrets!”

Your eyebrows furrowed more as you glanced between the girls, “I’m so confused. What secret?”

“That you and Akaashi were dating! We heard he snuck away between days here at the summer camp to go see you and that he finally confessed!” Suzumeda explained, her smile getting more and more stiff as you seemed more and more confused.

“Akaashi and I are just friends,” you insisted nervously, heart pounding against your chest. “W-Why would Bokuto tell people that?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that! I thought it was pretty obvious you two liked each other,” Kiyoko admitted, the rest of the girls apologizing profusely. You shook your hands in front of each other, insisting that it wasn’t their fault that Bokuto was being dumb again, your face heating up from embarrassment.

You wondered just how many other people Bokuto had been whispering this news to, but it didn’t take long for you to find out. You excused yourself from the girls, saying you were going to find Akaashi and your food, but really just feeling way too embarrassed to look them in the eye.

You met with a few Karasuno third years, Daichi grinning as he told you that Akaashi had mentioned you before and said nothing but good things.

“It’s really great to finally meet you!” Sugawara had chimed in. “Bokuto told us about your new relationship so congratulations! I have to say, Akaashi seems like he’s smiling more that you’re around.”

You quickly insisted to them as well that you and Akaashi were in fact not dating and that you weren’t quite sure why Bokuto had gone round telling otherwise. The third years apologized on their behalf, sheepishly walking back to their team as you excused yourself yet again.

Even some of the Furkurodani boys grinned at you and gave you a thumbs up, thanking you for making Akaashi smile every now and then. As much as you wanted to take credit for those smiles, you weren’t quite sure how to awkwardly tell them that you and their setter were just. friends.

Did Bokuto not realize that you and Akaashi were just friends? Why was he torturing you like this? It’s not like he didn’t know you were constantly staring at his best friend. You wanted to slip away, hide in a corner, because now it felt like everyone was looking at you differently. You were no longer just a friend of the Fukurodani boys, now you were Akaashi’s girlfriend. You wanted that title more than anything, but not like this. And what would he say when he found out? He’d probably kill Bokuto for insinuating that the two of you were dating because you two were just friends. Just. Friends. And nothing more.

You finally managed to find Akaashi, who was giving a weird look to some of the Karasuno boys, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “-who told you that?” He asked, a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

“Bokuto!” A small redhead grinned widely, catching your eye and his eyes widening, “Your boyfriend is so cool!” He yelled at you before stuffing his face with more food.

Akaashi whirled around to see you, both of you sharing a look of what the hell is going on? “I’m going to kill him,” he huffed as he walked over to you, handing you a plate of food. “I’m sorry I took so long but I piled enough on there for the two of us. But… everyone keeps asking me… questions.”

“About… us?” You asked slowly and he just shifted in his stance, nodding slowly. “Me too. Bokuto seems to have a big mouth for things that don’t exist.”

Don’t exist, the words rang in Akaashi’s head as he tried to remind himself that as much as he wanted, you two weren’t dating. He wasn’t sure why Bokuto had it in his mind that you were, or that he could go telling literally everyone around, but he would kill him first and ask questions later.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto yelled, as if he felt you two thinking about him and magically appeared behind you two. “How’s the happy couple!?”

“Bokuto, what did you do?” You groaned, not at all hungry anymore even though the food on the plate still smelled incredible.

“Do?” He asked, tilting his head as Akaashi groaned. “Why do you two look so stressed? It’s a BBQ!”

“Bokuto, you idiot. Why does everyone think we’re dating?” Akaashi asked him, flicking his upperclassman in the head. “What did you do?”

“Aren’t you?” Bokuto asked with a furrowed brow, looking between you two. “I thought all those nights Akaashi snuck away, I thought he finally got up the courage to tell you how he feels,” he told you, an oblivious and concerned look in his eyes. “Did he not tell you?”

“N-No,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hot again. What would it take to just forget all of this happened? To forget that Bokuto just insinuated that Akaashi has feelings for you? It had to be a lie right? Akaashi was going to insist that he didn’t have feelings for you and that you two were just friends. You didn’t want to hear it - you’d give anything to just slip away and forget this whole day ever happened.

“Bokuto, I hadn’t told her yet,” Akaashi sighed instead, shaking his head.

“You chickened out again?” Bokuto gaped, patting his friend’s shoulder in comfort. “It’s okay, I’m sure it’ll go great when you finally tell her!” He insisted, as if you weren’t standing right there.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly, watching Akaashi’s somewhat strained expression. Why did he seem so nervous? What did Bokuto mean when he said Akaashi chickened out again? You didn’t want to believe that all of this meant what you thought it meant because getting your hopes up was terrifying. But you stared at him anyways, waiting for someone to explain to you like you were a child.

Bokuto just grinned, looking between you two as if watching a film and waiting for the ending. “Go on, tell her!” Bokuto insisted to his friend, nudging him towards you.

Akaashi had a flush on his cheeks and he was starting to avoid your eyes. His weight shifted back and forth on his feet as he played with his fingers, sighing quietly, “I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, Y/N,” he admitted softly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. This couldn’t be happening now, could it? You were just friends, you were just friends, you were just friends. The words had been repeating in your head ever since Akaashi had first snuck into your room. You two were only friends - there was nothing more. You had to believe that. Because if there was something more, it meant leaving your heart open to be broken. What if he only liked you because you were available? What if he didn’t really see anything in you? What if he moved away after high school and the two of you drifted apart? Losing a friend hurts, but if you two took the next step and then you lost your friend and a lover? It would be devastating.

“Stop overthinking,” Akaashi stated after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours and seeing that telltale sign that you were spiraling mentally. He took the plate from your hands, setting it on a nearby table so you weren’t holding it for forever. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. I wanted to tell you that night before the summer camp. And every other time that I came to see you. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that day we spent at the park and you kept picking flowers for me. You don’t make me feel like I need to be anything more than me.” Akaashi swallowed hard as he watched your eyes, feeling a little light headed as the words spilled from his lips. “I know we’re friends. But I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Y/N…”

“You don’t?” You asked softly, biting down on your inner cheek nervously. Was this really happening? Your hands were trembling at your sides, looking up at Akaashi like everyone else had disappeared (though you could still feel Bokuto squirming and squealing beside you, watching the interaction).

Akaashi just gave you that same smile he always did, taking one of your hands and giving it a squeeze, “I’m tired of always telling people that we’re just friends. I don’t want just any friend in my sweaters and I don’t go climbing into people’s rooms in the middle of the night just because they’re a friend.”

“You did what?” Bokuto gasped, eyes widening but immediately shushing when Akaashi sent him a little glare for interrupting.

Akaashi took another breath and just shook his head slightly, “I want us to be more than friends, Y/N. So maybe if you’re okay with it, we can start telling people that Bokuto isn’t a liar and that… you are my girlfriend?”

You looked around the space, expecting the sky to be falling or some imaginary creature to randomly show up. Because this had to be a dream right?

“You’re not dreaming, dummy,” Akaashi laughed, seeing the panic in your eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. But I needed this off my chest,” he explained, starting to let go of your hand. You watched as a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes before you grabbed his hand again, squeezing.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed out shakily. “I just… always thought you wanted to be just friends. But I’ve always wanted something more with you.”

Akaashi’s face broke out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen before, pulling you into a tighter hug than he’s ever given you before, actually forcing a breath from your lungs.

“Don’t kill her before your first date!” Bokuto screeched, trying to pry Akaashi’s arms from around you. “God, that took you guys forever! I gotta go tell everyone that I’m not a liar now!” Bokuto beamed, rushing away from the new couple to shout it from the top of his lungs that his best friend finally had a girlfriend.

Akaashi laughed a bit and shook his head, watching his idiotic friend bounce around. “You should eat,” he pointed out after your hug was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

You nodded and smiled up at him, “Only if you eat with me.”

“Of course. Can’t leave my girlfriend to eat on her own now, can I?” He teased, a smile on his face as he realized how easy and natural it seemed to call you that. The two of you walked around before finding a spot to eat, mingling with those around you.

You watched as Akaashi talked to people, so calm and almost unaffected by everything that just happened. But then he’d look at you with a smile, open his mouth for you to feed him and take your hand in his, and you felt like you were falling for him all over again. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself later thinking about how many people you were going to have to hear “I KNEW IT” from. Because maybe you and Akaashi were just a little bit more than friends.

Okay fine, a lot more.

haikyuu taglist:

@al0ehas @aurumk @neko-chii1 @thisnoodlewritesao3 @satan-ruler-of-hells @trashy-simp @jeppiet @tobi-momo @darkvadeeer @haikyuutothetop @livy384 @babyshoyo @jesssobs @b-bakana

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keji x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!

603 notes · View notes

peralta-guaranteed · 3 years ago

Note

Mac and Jake reading and talking about their day in a hammock (at the cabin without the Santiago’s except their favourite one) Amy coming to see them hc

It's been a day. That's the best thing Amy can say about it all as she steps out of the shower, finally having washed off all the grime and sweat that had accumulated on every inch of her during the course of said day.

It had started out with a very simple plan. Victor had texted them on wednesday to inform them that the Santiago cabin was actually free this weekend (a rare occurrence, considering all 8 siblings were constantly fighting over getting it for a weekend trip) so they should lay claim to it if they could make the time - and a quick chat with Holt made sure they could. So, by friday evening, their bags were perfectly packed and waiting in the car, ready to drive over to Karen to pick up Mac and head straight up to the cabin.

Then that big break-through in one of Jake's cases had happened, and he didn't make it home until 11pm, tired and weary and with a big bruise on his hip that he said was fine, but made him whince when he picked Mac up. Holt had relented and offered them the monday off as an apology to save their weekend getaway, but they still didn't get on the road until almost 11am on saturday because Mac had had a massive blowout right around the time they were dressing him to leave.

And then the thing with the tire happened halfway through. Amy changed it like a pro - you never unlearn that, obviously - and waved a mental goodbye to her summer dress, now covered in grease and dirt. Mac had gotten a little overheated during the change, and ended up fussy and whiny for the rest of the drive. And whatever they'd picked for lunch at that truck stop had given her the worst stomach cramps she could remember having - and she'd given birth, after all - so Jake took fussy Mac to the passenger seat to let her lie down in the backrow, constantly worrying about how having a baby in the front seat was a major safety violation, even as Jake kept to the right and drove as slow as the honking and raging cars around them allowed.

And then they'd arrived at the cabin only to discover that Julian and his friends, who'd had it last weekend, had left it in such a state of disarray that Amy genuinely considered whether he had any Santiago genes in him at all. (It wasn't really that much of a mess - she was certain Jake wouldn't have minded at all, but she still spent a good hour cleaning up and sorting everything through while Jake put away their own things and food supplies and changed fussy Mac into a more airy outfit to crawl through the now clean place.)

After all that, Jake had only given her kiss and a knowing look. "Go take a shower", he'd said, knowing it was half for her to feel clean again, and half to get her head set back straight to relax, "as long as you need. I'll entertain Mac outside."

And that's where she finds them when she steps onto the porch with a new, clean, bright yellow summer dress. She can see the hammock that has been hanging at the edge of the woods for decades now swinging softly, Jake's flipflops and a bottle of water and a fruit pouch underneath it. And she can hear his voice, soft and a little bit deeper than usual, a tone reserved for story time and lullabies.

"So the No-nicorn, for the last time, took a deep, deep breath and said: NO!" He finishes as she carefully stalks closer, not wanting to interrupt. "Man, your Mama's not gonna be too happy if that ends up being your first word by accident. Maybe the book's not such a good idea, hm? Need to step up the cariño game some more to make it stick." He continues while the book closes with a soft thud.

Mac lets out a little gurgle.

"I know, but it would be a sweet surprise, you have to agree." Jake continues as if the baby on his chest has said something wortwhile, and Amy stops on her way to them. Mac is a little babbler, even though he's far from forming proper words, yet Jake has taken to replying to him as if he were, and she's only ever caught the end tail of their 'conversations'.

"What a day we had, huh, buddy? Mama had to do a lot today. And she was supposed to relax..."

Mac seems to shift as he answers with a few noises.

"Yeah, she's a superhero, you're right." Amy fights a smile as Mac squeals.

"You think so? I dunno. I think more Captain Marvel."

Another gurgle.

"Mac, just because you're obsessed with Gal Gadot doesn't mean Wonder Woman is the only super heroine in the world."

Mac's reply sounds almost indignant.

"Okay okay, you're right. Anyway. We gotta make it up to her somehow. What do you think about getting a head start on dinner?"

A definitely delighted squeal - they've been giving him more and more 'adult' food to chew on, which he loves.

"No, you can't keep asking for chicken nuggets. They're like 99% fat. At least ask for tater tots, those are vegetables in a way."

"They are not." Amy interrupts the little scene as she steps up to the hammock, finally getting a proper look at her two boys in summer shorts and tank tops, Mac resting on his back against Jake's chest, chewing on the edge of the soft cover book they've just read. "You know we got him a broccoli and carrot mix for tonight."

"Ames, you can't give him broccoli after I promised him tater tots."

"Well then you shouldn't have promised him tater tots."

Jake sighs, but grabs her hand to pull her a bit closer and press a kiss on it, the only part of her he can reach without moving too much in the hammock and subsequently falling out of it. "Feel better after the shower?"

"Definitely. But I think dinner can wait a little bit. I need quality time with my babies first. Think you can make some space in that little cocoon you two built?"

"Normally I'd give a strong yes to that, but I'm not sure if the hammock can hold us all." He shifts anway, holding Mac tight against him as the whole construction sways a bit less softly as it did before.

"Well it can hold two 19 year olds during a make-out session, from what I remember, so I'd say it's pretty sturdy." She grins while she slips into it, laying down carefully against Jake's side as his arm wraps around her.

"Santiago!" He gasps. "I don't know whether I should be proud, turned on, or a bit grossed out by that. Didn't know I was bringing our son into a place of teenage debauchery where his Mama was smooching some other guy years ago."

"It's okay." Amy continues to grin as Mac tries to crawl over to her, stroking her fingers over his smiling, chubby cheeks. "I can fix it by smooching his Dada in it later when he's asleep."

Jake tilts her head up by a soft pull on her hair for that, and presses a kiss right onto her still smiling lips. And even though the weekend has started with more chaos and troubles and worries than they probably would've ever expected, she's sure it's going to be a great one despite it all.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #mac peralta #peraltiago #ficlet #my writing #my fic

46 notes · View notes

preciouslittletoonette · 3 years ago

Text

“Your Daddy”

A self-indulgent Mickey Mouse fic that I just wrote on a whim. Based on a headcanon I made several months ago

1928

“ LES CLARK! GET IN HERE, NOW”

It has been a.... bizarre three years working for Walt Disney.

Back in 1925, when Les first joined Walt, he was truly expecting a temporary job, possibly washing cels and doing a couple drawings here and there. But what once was thought to be a temporary job turned into three years honing his craft under the careful mentorship and friendship of the great Ub Iwerks, someone Les heavily admired.

But that was not the bizarre part.

The bizarre part came in the form... of Julius the Cat.

When Les entered the studio on his very first day, the toon barreled straight into his gut in excitement at the prospect of meeting someone new. Les, not expecting the greeting, barely caught the doorframe in time to stop himself from falling from the sheer force that was Julius.

Rather than amusement from his new coworkers, he was met with sympathy. Making him realise that this was, indeed, a normal occurrence.

The only one who had looked mildly amused was Walt, who sent Les a sheepish smile as he (rather gently) pried Julius off of him and settled the toon against his hip.

“ Heh, sorry about that Les. Julius here gets rather excited at the prospect of newcomers”, he said motioning to the cat, who was cuddling up to Walt’s side.

Les had accepted the apology and was soon introduced to Ub, who after the introduction immediately moved to scold Julius, who looked sheepish and nervous under Ub’s gaze. The entire interaction between Julius and the two men confused Les until two words came out of the cat toon’s mouth.

“ Sorry Papa”

While he looked nonchalant on the outside, the words had hit Les like a freight train on the inside.

And thus began Les’ journey into the bizarre absurdity that was the Animation Industry.

Working under Disney led to Les learning a plethora of things, and some of them had less to do with actual animation and more to do with the toons. Sometimes while Ub was teaching him, the man would throw in advice on caring for toons. Any question Les had, Ub would answer and the man was incredibly blunt with his explanations.

“ So you’re Julius’ father?”

“ Yes”

“....But he calls Walt ‘Dad’”

“ It’s co-parenting”

And some answers were... weirder than others.

“ What do toons eat?”

“ Everything we eat and a little more”

“ What?”

“ Julius once ate an entire an entire paint can, filled with paint. Nearly sent me and Walt to an early grave, the little bugger. He didn’t get sick or anything, oddly enough he looked a lil’ healthier after that...”

“... So you let him eat paint now or-”

“ God lord no! We’re not taking chances in case he actually gets poisoned someday”

“ Oh”

“ Another tip, don’t ever let your toon eat erasers. That stuff will make them sick”

“....Noted”

Though it suffices to say, the years leading up to 1928 was an experience Les would never forget.

It was currently well past 11PM when Les entered Walt’s home, Lillian letting him in and calling for Walt, who was in his office, who then called Les to get to his office.

Les peeked inside to see Walt pacing from one side of the room to another. Sitting on a chair in the corner was Ub, holding something close to his chest as he tried to not doze off.

Both Ub and Walt looked like they haven’t slept in days.

Les lightly knocked on the door, announcing his presence.

Walt ceased his pacing,” Ah there you are, Les. Thanks for coming over”.

“ Well it sounded urgent. Couldn’t leave you two hangin’. What happened?”, Les asked concerned

“ We did it”, Walt sighed as he ran a hand down his tired face before looking to what Ub was holding.

Les’ eyes widened when the realisation of what had happened, finally noticing that what Ub was holding was definitely moving and shifting in the sleep-deprived man’s arms. Ub, noticing the attention from the standing men, shifted the being in his arms until Les could properly see him. In his mentor’s arms...

... was a sleepy small toon mouse.

“ When did you-?”

“ An hour ago”, Walt answered,” We made him an hour ago- but that’s not the point of you being here. Wait right here, I’ll be back”, with that said, Walt left the room to go further into the darkness of the house.

Les made his way over to his mentor’s side, dragging another chair closer to him and sat close by.

“ You okay, Ub?”, Les asked concerned.

“ I’m good”, Ub replied looking down on the toon in his arms,” Walt called me out of work to do this”, he moaned tiredly.

“ You were working?”, Les questioned.

“ I had extra work to do for Mintz because of planning with Walt”, Ub explained.

Les was well aware his mentor was working on things for Walt even while he continued to work for Universal. Ub was providing the money they needed to get the studio running while Walt and Roy went out, looking for new distributers after Winkler Pictures and Universal betrayed them.... and took Oswald away from them.

It was tragic watching everything unfold after Walt and Roy returned from their meeting with Mintz. After everyone just upped and left, leaving the four of them behind. Ub was in a fit of rage when he found out and what happened after that was the loudest, most rage-filled argument Les had ever heard between Walt and Ub. It had gone on for nearly a hour before things quieted down. But they didn’t leave the room they were in immediately, they were in there for a few minutes before finally coming out, eyes bloodshot and puffy despite vehement denies that they were crying. But it was clear as day that they were deeply hurt.

Les hoped to never ever have to go through what they went through.

“ What’s his name?”, Les inquired.

“ Michael Theodore Mouse. Mickey Mouse”, Ub stated with a nod,” It was Lillian’s suggestion after hearing Walt’s original name for him”.

“ And that was...?”

“ Mortimer”, Ub gagged.

Les snorted when he heard the name,” Bless Miss Lillian for stepping up where Walt failed in the naming department”, he joked humorously.

“ Amen to that”, Ub said with a short laugh as he looked down on the toon,” Hear that, Mickey. Your dad was going to name you Mortimer. What an unusual unneeded punishment, eh buddy”, he continued as Mickey smiled at Ub with sleepy eyes.

“ He’s very cute”, Les commented with a smile.

“ Of course he’s cute. I designed him after all”, Ub quipped with a smirk.

Les chuckled,” Of course”.

Ub smiled before looking down to Mickey again, this time his eyes filled with sadness. Les noticed this.

“ Thinking about Oswald again?”, Les asked.

“ Yeah. It’s just..... it’s been weeks since Mintz took him away and I haven’t seen him around the studio even while I was working. I’m worried about him and Julius”, Ub admitted,”.... I initially really didn’t want to do this”.

Les raised a brow,” What changed your mind?”.

“ Walt”, Ub said plainly,” We’ve been runnin’ around this for weeks now- well I was. You probably overheard me and Walt talking about this one night at the studio”.

Les nodded. He had overheard the conversation between Walt and Ub one evening when they were doing checks on the Hyperion studio. A mere two weeks before the current moment, Les recalled. It was far from an argument but there was definitely a disagreement. Ub wanted to wait a bit longer before creating another toon but Walt wanted it done sooner rather than later. The man even had a rough idea sketched out after seeing a mouse on the train heading back to Burbank, Ub just had to create a proper design and then bring it to life. But to Ub it was moe complicated than that.

The man was exhausted, not just from overworking but from the very fact he had not JUST lost Oswald, but also Julius as well. And the guilt and sadness was eating him up from the inside. He was still wounded by the loss and Walt was not letting it heal like it was supposed to.

Not to say Walt wasn’t also facing his own major problems. He was also NOT coping well with losing Julius and Oswald (the latter especially) and his temper was much more explosive than usual from Les’ perspective. He threw himself into his work, dragging Roy everywhere to every film distribution company in the Los Angeles county. Heck, Les wagered Walt’s desperation might even have him go look for distributors in New York. And the man was constantly stressed out and judging by what Walt looked like earlier, even sleep deprived from working this much to avoid his own thoughts to grieve. You could say his desperation and grief was blinding him to his friend’s own grief.

Les winced at the thought, silently pitying his seniors.

Ub continued on speaking,” Distributors want to see the stars nowadays and not just concept art. They want to see and meet the toon and as charismatic as Walt is, he can’t convince them to wait any longer. So I bit the bullet tonight”, he explained, shifting Mickey as the toon squirmed a little in his arms,” But I’m don’t regret this. I feel a lil’ better after making lil Michael here. He’s just too darn active for me to ignore, isn’t that right buddy”, he said addressing Mickey, who was about ready to fall asleep again.

Les smiled at the sight of the toon,” Well I’m sure this one right here’s gonna be the one to boost us to success”, he said.

“ You think so?”, Ub inquired with a grin.

“ O ‘Course! After all, who could resist this cute little face?”, Les cooed at Mickey before turning to Ub,” AND you and Walt have already raised some pretty big stars. No doubt this little one will follow suit with his brothers”, he proclaimed confidently,” You two are gonna great dads.... again”, he joked lightly.

Ub chuckled,” And I’m sure you’ll be a fantastic dad too, Les”, he stated light-heartedly.

Les frowned, about to ask Ub what he meant before Walt peeked in, having returned from where he went off to.

“ Hey, sorry for the delay, she crawled out of the basket and I had to find her”, Walt explained nervously with a chuckle.

Les raised a brow at the mention of a her but Ub spoke up before he could ask

“ It’s fine. We were distracted with talking anyway. Bring her in already so Les can meet her”

Les was highly confused for a second before registering another toon mouse in Walt’s arms that was quickly transferred to his lap in seconds.

“ Les, meet Minnie, Minnie, this is Les Clark-”, and the next words will forever imprint itself in Les’ mind-

“ -Your Daddy”

“ Wait what?!”

#disney #disney fanfiction #les clark #minnie mouse #walt disney #mickey mouse #ub iwerks #walter elias disney #ubbe eert iwwerks #to be continued...maybe

12 notes · View notes

imma-fucking-nerd · 4 years ago

Text

Promise Me

(Connor x Suicidal!Reader)

⚠️TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Drug/Alcohol Use, Mentions of Self Harm, Suicide Attempt⚠️

A/N: So as you can tell from the tw this one is going to be very dark and may be triggering for some readers. If you're going through a rough time and don't think you can handle reading depictions of these kinds of things PLEASE skip this one. I only feel comfortable writing about it because I've been living with depression and suicidal thoughts for a very long time, and writing comfort fics with my favourite fictional characters helps. Sorry for the long A/N I just want to make things clear and give a good warning.

————————————————

Your alarm clock blaring by you ears woke you up from your only escape from your reality, signalling it was 6am. Groaning, you lazily slapped the alarm off but made no attempt to get up. You knew you had work today but you just couldn't get yourself to stop staring up at the ceiling and into nothingness. What if you just didn't go in? Would anyone even notice? Would anyone even care?

No. No one cares. You're worthless.

And there it was. The voice in your head that sounded like your own yet betrayed you at every opportunity. Yet even so you couldn't help but believe it. After all, it was your thought wasn't it?

That's how it had always been.

Horrible words blending into your thoughts so seamlessly you managed to convince yourself they were normal. But no normal mind tried to tear itself down every time it was silent. That was the demon known as depression.

You've lived with this demon for as long as you've know. It was your normal. But recently it had been more and more frequent with it's hurtful words that spread through your mind like a deadly virus. The past couple of weeks had been especially difficult.

You tried everything you could to shift your mind to something else, anything else. You smoked pot, cigarettes, drank, you even slipped back into an especially dangerous copping mechanism. But none of those seemed to be enough. Every time they would come back. Your voice would spew venom at yourself in your own mind.

The only times you've managed to have any moment of peace was when you were asleep, or when you were with your only two friends. Hank, and Connor. You loved Hank, but it was Connors presence that really made you feel good. A feeling you longed to feel again every time he left. Was it just a silly crush? Or were you madly in love with him? Did it matter?

He would never love you back anyway.

Of all the thoughts that one might have hurt the most, because you knew it was actually true. He couldn't love you. He was, as he put it, 'a machine, designed to accomplish a task.' Therefore, it was a hopeless battle to think anything could come of it. Yet you still had hope. Maybe because you needed to have it to survive. Because if you didn't have that little hope, you might as well been dead.

It wasn't like you didn't have your reasons to hope, or maybe you really were that desperate. Connor was always so sweet to you, but then again e was sweet to everyone. Except Gavin. He would always get you a cup of hot chocolate in the mornings because you don't like coffee. Connor definitely didn't do that for anyone else. He does get Hank coffee in the mornings too. Then there was the fact you were one of the two people he talked to the most, aside from his detective work. Maybe he just pities you because he knows how fragile you are.

So, as you laid there staring up at the cieling, you decided to test that hope once and for all. See if there was anything to be hopeful about at all, or if he really was a machine who wouldn't love you the same way you loved him. You decided you weren't going to go to work that day, and you weren't going to call in either. If anyone were worried about you, if anyone even cared about you at all, they would check up on you, right?

Not if they don't even notice in the first place.

Hour after hour went by. No calls. At first you figured that it was still early and they probably just thought you were late. But you were never late, why would they think that? Aren't they worried? Not if they never cared to begin with.

At around 9am you couldn't take the overthinking anymore and just went back to sleep. You couldn't think if you weren't conscious. A little secret you learned in the game that is living. Sleeping was the best way to just escape. Especially if you were dreaming. That was the best part. Mostly because your dreams were the only place you could feel Connors arms around you, and his lips on yours.

When you woke up again it was 5 o'clock in the evening. However you didn't accomplish an impressive 8 hours of sleep uninterrupted. No, during that time you woke up just for a minute or two before going back to sleep at least a dozen times. That's usually how you slept most days. It almost felt weird when you sleep a long duration uninterrupted.

Glancing over at your phone, your heart dropped when you saw 0 notifications. Well, not including ones you got from youtube. You turned your phone off and tossed it onto a pile of clothes in the corner of your room.

Maybe they were just having a busy day and didn't notice you weren't there.

There was no way Connor wouldn't notice. He notices everything.

What you didn't know was that Connor was in fact not aware you weren't at the prescinct, but that was because he wasn't at the prescinct either. Connor and Hank had been called in to do a high stakes stakeout to bust a person who had been stealing and selling Cyberlife memorabilia illegally. They had to leave at around 4 am, way before you had to be at work. The entire time Connor was disappointed he'd have to break his streak of greeting one of his favourite people every day.

Truth was, Connor had grown quite attached to you. Despite the fact that he wasn't technically supposed to have any favorites. You were just so different from anyone else he had met. You were the first, and maybe only, human that actually referred to him as a friend. Or even treated him with a shred of decency in general. It made him feel....nice. You made him feel.

So, when the duo arrived at the office finally at around 4pm he noticed the lack of your presence immediately. He asked around the prescinct if anyone had seen you today and all of them, well the ones that actually talked to him, said they hadn't. He even went so far as to ask Fowler if you had called in only to be met with the same answer. Now he knew that was odd, that something was wrong.

He tried to call you when he was finished Hanks reports for him so the poor man could take a nap but you didn't answer your phone. Now he felt worried. A fact that only worried him more. However before he had the chance to go to your place to see if you were alright, he and Hank were needed to defuse a hostage situation at 6 pm. Of course, he immediately made his new mission his top priority, but every so often you would slip back into his mind.

It was currently 9 and you had managed to drag yourself from your bed to take care of your business in the bathroom a couple times since you had woken up. Everytime avoiding looking at your pathetic self in the mirror. But you would always go crawling back to the comfort of your bed. You didn't even leave your room yet. Not even to get anything to eat. It's not like you didn't want to, but whenever you thought about eating that damned voice in your head always ruined your appetite. So you just kept your eyes glued to your laptop as you laid buried under your blankets. YouTube was always a good distraction. That was until now.

Now that you glanced at the clock you were reminded of the fact that the work day had been over for you hours ago. The fact that no one seemed to care that you weren't there. You didn't even want to look at your phone. You already knew there weren't any missed calls or texts from anyone. No one cared enough.

If only you had actually looked, you would have seen how wrong you were. How wrong it was.

It was at 11pm when it was all just too much for you. Youtube wasn't doing its job in distracting you anymore and the thoughts just kept getting more and more persistent. The worst part was, you didn't even have the energy to fight them anymore. At this point, to you, they all just seemed to be facts. Like you were trying to get yourself to see the truth.

You weren't wanted.

You weren't needed.

You weren't missed.

You should just die.

You believed them.

Closing your laptop, you sat up in bed, letting your legs dangle off the side of the mattress. You looked down at your feet blankly. You couldn't even bring yourself to cry, you just felt numb as you prepared yourself for what you were about to do. Slowly, you got up and went to your bathroom. Once you were inside you made sure to avoid your own ruthless stare in the mirror.

You walked over to the bathtub and turned the nob of the faucet before sticking in the drain plug, not particularly caring about the temperature of the water. You weren't going to be using it for long anyways. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub you rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie and looked over your arms as you waited for the tub to fill. They were littered with many scars of many different ages. The oldest being more than a decade old, and the newest being only a mere few hours. You grabbed the razor from the sink and turned it over in your fingers. These next couple ones would be more permanent.

knock

The sound at your door didn't seem to reach your ears and were only met by silence. This caused Connor's LED to flicker into a pale yellow. Why weren't you answering? Were you harmed? The android tried knocking again, even calling out your name, but was met with nothing once more. He was just about to go and bust down your window like he had once done to Hank when said older man stopped him.

"Don't you even think about it," he said, pointing an accusatory finger at the android.

"But Lieutenant, (Y/n) might be-" Connor argued but was cut off when Hank held up the finger that was once pointing at him to signify 'one moment'.

Hank then bent down, with a little bit of a groan, before lifting up the corner of your welcome mat and plucking up a spare key. Once Hank stood back up with a huff, he shooed Connor away from the door before unlocking and opening it. Connor wasted no time cutting Hank off from the entrance and stepping inside.

Immediately upon entering Connor noted the complete darkness, but that didn't really matter much to him. Through the darkness he knew you weren't in the livingroom or kitchen, a fact made clearer when Hank flicked on the lights. However Connor also noted that there seemed to be no traces of a break-in or a struggle at all. At least not the definition of a struggle he was familiar with.

"(Y/n)?" he called out.

Silence

Connor moved through your home to where he assumed your bedroom. This was the first time he had entered your humble abode and under different circumstances he would've taken more time to investigate the surroundings. Get to know you a bit better. But right now that could wait until he was sure you were okay. He didn't know why it even seemed to be a priority but he couldn't just ignore it any longer.

Your room was just as dark as the rest of the house and also completely lacked your form. The only thing illuminating the room was the light coming from the bathroom which had it's door wide open. Before Hank could stop and scold him about the importance of privacy, Connor made a beeline towards the bathroom.

The sight that he had walked into made his LED flash a dangerous red and eyes widen. You were laying in your bathtub. Fully clothed. Water tinted pink. Your dangerously pale face. However it wasn't those small details that caused the android to suddenly rush over to your side. It was the two long gashes on both of your wrists. Upon scanning you he found that you had lost a lot of blood, but you were still alive. Barely, but he could work with that.

"Connor what the fuck are you- Jesus christ," Hank cut himself off once he saw for himself what was going on.

"Call an ambulance Lieutenant. (Y/n), (Y/n) can you hear me?" Connor managed to keep his voice calm and steady, a feat that took more effort than he would have liked.

The sound of Connor's voice, and feeling you body shift as he gently lifted you out of the cold water made your eyes gently flutter open. Your dulling (e/c) met with his worry written coffee brown ones.

"Connor...?" you called out weakly.

Despite the fact your vision was blurred from a mix of blood loss and building tears, you could recognize his form immediately. What you weren't sure of however was that if it was just a trick of the mond or not. A sense of comfort in your dying seconds.

"Yes (Y/n), it's me. I'm here, you're going to be okay," he said in the most reassuring tone he could muster.

As he spoke he took off his jacket and gently tied it around your left arm while doing the same with a towel for your right. Guilt and regret ate at you from the inside as you silently watched him, his LED still very red and blinking every so often. Hell you could even see the worry on his perfect features. Before you knew it tears started brimming your eyes before large droplets rolled down your pale cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice cracking as your fragile body wracked with soft sobs.

Connor froze when he heard your little voice but it didn't take him another moment to hold you close to his chest.

"It's- It's going to be okay. It's all going to be okay (Y/n), I promise," Connors words were soft and confident, you almost believed him.

You heard what you thought was Hank's voice speak but you couldn't quite register what he said. It was becoming harder and harder to keep your eyes open. As if your eyelids suddenly weighed a million pounds. You shifted further into Connor and you barely heard him speak but the whole world seemed to be fading. Soon enough you closed your eyes and couldn't seem to open them again.

At least, not for several hours. When you did eventually flutter your eyes open again you were mixed with confusion, and then relief. You knew by the pristine white of everything, along with the abundance of machines you were hooked up to that you were in a hospital. As the memories of the previous night came flooding back your eyes dropped down to your newly bandaged arms, and an IV transferring blood into your system. Like last night, a deep sense of guilt, regret, and shame squeezed at your heart.

When your eyes wandered to your left you flinched slightly when you saw Connor standing next to the bed. His eyes were closed and his LED was gently flickering amber, you assumed he was in sleep mode. However as you jolted slightly at his presence, the sudden movement was enough to alert him back awake. His eyes fluttered open and were now on you, seemingly softening a tad the moment he registered it was you. Your eyes only met for a second before you shifted your gaze down to your hands. The guilt and shame made your eyes sting as tears threatened to form in full.

"How are you feeling, (Y/n)?" Connor asked, breaking the silence.

There was a certain sincerity you've never heard from him when he spoke. It made you heart clench but you weren't sure if it was in a good or bad way.

"I'm okay," you said, your voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Good, I'm glad," he replied.

There was another long silence between you two. The only thing keeping the room from being dead silent being the steady beeping and whirring of various machines. This time it was you who spoke up first.

"I'm s-sorry," you croaked.

Your voice was somehow quieter than before and it cracked near the end as your throat tightened up. You were trying desperately to hold back the tears but to no avail. Large teardrops fell from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks.

"I'm so so sorry," you continued, your body being wracked with heavy sobs.

Connor just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do for a brief moment. His LED went from blue, to golden, and flickered a dangerous red before settling back to golden. Suddenly, he reached out to grasp your hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, and it captured your attention immediately.

Honestly, he didn't know why he did it. But the sight of your fragile and vulnerable form made his biocomonants feel like they were being crushed. Much like how he felt when he first saw you last night. Except it wasn't nearly as bad. Last bight he felt like someone ripped out his therium pump altogether.

That alone made him confused as to why he felt anything to begin with. It was a question he had been asking himself for a while. At least almost as long as he'd met you. He'd run a million diagnostics on himself and they'd always come back with everything working smoothly. Even after last night. It baffled him.

However at this moment, when you looked up at him with your big, glossy (e/c) eyes, he ceased to think about it. All that mattered right now was you. That was all the information he needed.

"You don't need to be sorry," he said softly.

You intertwined your fingers with his and practically held onto him for dear life. Connor noted how your stress levels seemed to go down at his touch, so he decided to take a seat next to you at the edge of the bed. Once you realized what he was doing you scoot over slightly to make more room.

"Everything is alright, just take deep breaths. Can you do that for me?" he asked soothingly, tilting his head ever so slightly.

You nodded and closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but taking deep breaths. Well, that wasn't the only thing you were focused on. You were also focused on Connors fingers that were laced with yours. It really did help. After what felt like hours, your breath seemed to finally stabilize, and so did Connor's LED, settling on a calm blue.

"May I ask you something (Y/n)?" Connor inquired, a question you heard him ask often.

You opened your eyes and looked up to him. You didn't respond right away, knowing exactly what it was he was going to ask, and you dreaded having to answer it. But eventually, after a few moments of him patiently watching you with those warm chocolate eyes, you slowly nodded.

"Why did you do it?"

His voice was softer than ever, and confusion was written all over your face as he tried to understand. You had to look away from him before you broke down again. A soft sight escaped you and he gave your hand a little reassuring squeeze. You knew you had to tell him, so you took a deep breath before speaking.

"I.... I felt worthless. Like nobody cared if I was gone," you spoke slowly, avoiding Connor's eyes at all cost.

"I stayed home today to see if anyone would care if I wasn't there. No one called. I thought that meant I was right. That I didn't mean anything to anyone. That I was a waste of space. That I should just.....just die," you continued, surprised at yourself at how you were able to keep it together.

Connor listened, his LED whirring golden as he processed the information. He then waited for a moment or two before responding. Wanting to be absolutely sure you were finished before he spoke.

"I assure you that I was aware you were missing as soon as I returned to the prescinct. I regret that I wasn't able to bring you your morning hot chocolate," Connor smiled slightly as he spoke, but it soon dropped along with his gaze before he continued.

"But what I regret more was that I wasn't fast enough to stop you. I'm sorry (Y/n)," the sorrow he held in his voice, and the flucking of his now amber LED made you squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Connor, if it weren't for you I'd be dead. You saved me. You have nothing to be sorry for," you offered him a weak smile once his eyes returned to you.

Connor returned the smile. It was awkward but it wasn't forced, and it was adorable. His LED returned to sky blue, his chocolatey brown hues glancing down at your intertwined fingers. He gently stroked your knuckles with his thumb, the small action making heat rise up into your cheeks. For the first time since you had been awake, there was a comfortable silence for a few moments before Connor spoke up.

"(Y/n), can you promise me something?" his eyes flicked up to meet yours as he spoke.

"What is it?" you replied, subconsciously tilting your own head.

A habit you picked up from the adorable android.

"Promise me you won't try to take your life again?"

"I promise. But can you promise me something?" you implored.

"As long as it's within my capabilities, I'll try," he said sincerely.

"Promise me you won't forget about me."

"I think I can manage that," he said with a little playful smile before adding,

"I promise."

———————————————

A/N: OOF sorry if the end was kinda ass. And also sorry its so mf long. ALSO sorry its kinda dark. Hope y'all enjoyed anywayss 💙

#dbh fanfic #dbh #detroit #detroit become human #connor x reader #connor rk800 #dbh x reader #rk800 #detroit rk800 #connor rk800 x reader

89 notes · View notes

sleephyjhs · 5 years ago

Text

You Have First Trimester Sickness (REACTION)

[ requested by @sweetbtsboys / masterlist ]

possible tw :: pregnancy sickness

a/n :: it’s gonna be a long one guys, hope you’re strapped in

KSJ

The excitement of learning you were expecting your first baby with Seokjin was soon followed by the dismal sickness caused by the surge of new hormones. You knew it was inevitable, however you never expected it to be as vile as you had experienced.

You had been sat in your en suite with your husband for the past hour, vomiting at irregular but frequent intervals. In the minute he had left to grab you a scrunchie for your hair, you’d somehow become more sick. As he sat back down and tied your hair for you, you questioned him as if he was supposed to know more than you.

“Is it normal to be this sick? One of these minutes I might just throw up my stomach.” You huffed, leaning back into his shoulders. Jin rubbed circles across your knuckles to comfort you, which any other time would have worked a lot better.

“Would you like to go and see a doctor? It’s always worth asking, jagi. Maybe they can give you something for it?” You tilted your red-tinted face to look him in the eyes. A few weeks prior, you had together agreed to do whatever was best for your growing baby. Maybe seeing a healthcare professional was best.

“Let me get myself together first. I can’t travel like this, Jin.”

“No worries, take your time.” He assured you, wrapping his long fingers around the hand he held so tightly.

MYG

When you were younger, you often heard that most women experienced pregnancy sickness in the morning. Cut to 11pm, when your body’s contents threatened to exit through your mouth, you began to realise most pregnancy expectations were going to become lies.

As you presumed your partner Yoongi was fast asleep, you couldn’t resist letting a few burning tears slip down your cheek and onto the tile flooring. You were overjoyed at the bundle of joy growing inside of you, but the gruelling process of carrying them around was proving to be slightly overwhelming for you.

“Can I get you anything?” You snapped your head around to find Yoongi crouching in the doorframe. Although he looked tired, it was obvious his concern for you.

While thinking of an answer, you swept away your tears believing there was a possibility he hadn’t seen them. Your hoarse throat made it clear how sick you really were, “Can you just stay for a while?” All of your willpower couldn’t stop your bottom lip from quivering as you made your request.

“Let it out, honey. It’s okay.” Yoongi assured you, writhing his arm around your curled shoulders. Knowing it would make you feel even worse, you let your pent up emotions flood from your eyes, “We’re going to get through this. Although it might not feel like it right now, you are more than capable of doing this.”

JHS

It seemed every 10 seconds you checked the time on your phone. Impatiently, you waited for your newly-wed husband, Hoseok, to finish his dance practice. Only 15 minutes remained, but you needed his help and comfort desperately.

You felt selfish that you needed Hoseok as much as you did, despite both him and the members telling you that you didn’t need to. He knew that you could become overwhelmed and panicked easily, and had told you it was never a problem for him to leave his schedule earlier to make sure you were okay and safe.

Rapidly, your sickness became unbearable. You felt as though a crossroads had been placed before you, and moving on from today’s sickness episode would be impossible. Although hesitating, you reached for your phone and dialled Hobi quicker than you ever had before.

By the time he had picked up, your heart had increased in speed, leading your hands to shake violently, “What’s up, angel?”

His chirpy response disheartened you, as you knew your low state would convert it into plain panic, “When will you be home? I need help clearing up and getting myself from the floor.”

You rushed your words into one breath, but before you could even finish, Hoseok had begun to reassure you, “Okay, don’t worry, I’m coming. Do you need anything on the way home? Stay on the phone with me, it’ll seem like I’ll get there sooner. You’re okay honey, you’re okay.”

KNJ

“Okay, I think I’m alright for a while.” You told Namjoon. He offered you both of his hands to help you up from the bathroom floor where you had sat for a generous period of the morning. Although you were heading quickly for your second trimester of pregnancy, your morning sickness was still very much prevalent.

“You seem to be a lot better today.” Namjoon pointed out to you, rubbing your shoulders as you turned to wash your hands, “Maybe the twins are making your sickness last longer?”

You really hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Putting up with constant vomiting for 14 weeks was enough, you couldn’t bear the thought of a whole 9 months of it.

As you dried your hands on the towel, you heard Namjoon begin to stammer over his words, “Did you want any vanilla ice cream?”

You couldn’t help but furrow your brows. It was a confusing question at least, “It’s only 7am, Joonie.”

“I know, but it can help your throat burn a little less. It’s worth a try, I know how much you hate mornings like this.” In no time after you agreeing to the sweet treat, Namjoon had already grasped your hand and had begun leading you towards the kitchen.

PJM

In less than half an hour, you and your husband, Jimin, were expected at the last apartment viewing you had booked. With your first baby arriving later that year, you had mutually agreed that more space would be needed. Where you lived now was just too small to raise a little kid.

Every morning that week, you had managed to avoid throwing up in the morning. Wrongly, you had convinced yourself your morning sickness had finally left. However as you applied your blush to the apples of your cheeks, the same doomed urge stormed through your stomach, and you had no choice than to retreat to the bathroom.

“Angel? Are you nearly ready? We should be leaving soon-“ Jimin’s reminders were cut short by a deep sigh. He bent down to your level and swept your falling hair back behind your ear, only to pin it to your head using his finger, “I thought we were past this?”

“So did I,” you replied, refusing to meet his eyes in case of an emergency, “Why did this have to happen today?”

“I can cancel it if you’re not up to it.” You refused before he had finished his sentence. You had to move soon, there was no choice around it, “Do you need some help clearing things up?”

You nodded, kneeling back onto your heels. Now you’d have to rush your makeup as well as tidy yourself up again. In a brief pause to glance at your appearance in the mirror, Jimin came to your side and lifted the blush brush you had dropped, “I know you precise you are with your makeup. I’ve got it covered.”

KTH

It was your last day in Europe with Taehyung, and already you felt guilty it had to begin this way. Your vacation to Vienna would be the last as just a couple, as three months ago you learned you were expecting your first child with your husband, Taehyung.

Prior to your vacation, you believed you had avoided morning sickness altogether. It surprised you that you hadn’t experienced any ill feelings, but relieved you nonetheless. Taehyung had joked your body knew that your fun vacation was coming to an end and so was hurling the worst at you.

“Tae, I can’t board a plane like this. I get travel sickness anyway-“ You sobbed into his chest. At that point in time, leaving the bathroom was out of the question. Nothing could have prepared you for the vile feeling that was brought along with the sickness you felt.

“My love, we don’t really have the choice. It’s gonna be a rough journey but hey, we’ll be home before you know it. And then you’ll be able to get much more comfortable which is better for you and our baby, right?”

He was right, but even his encouraging words couldn’t make today appear any easier to you, “Just.. why today? It couldn’t have been tomorrow or any time in the near future, it had to be today.”

Taehyung thought for a moment while caressing your hand with his fingers, “The way I see it, little one is just letting you know how comfortable of a home you’re giving them. Perhaps not in the most gracious way, but they have to get the message to us somehow.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his interesting analysis of your baby’s signals to you, “You can get through this, for them and for me.”

JJK

Winter sun filtered through a split in the curtains and onto the bed where you laid wrapped in your partner’s arms. You’d been awake for several minutes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb Jungkook’s sleep on purpose. Comeback season always left him particularly exhausted.

However you also knew that it wouldn’t be long until your routine morning sickness would force you from your warm sheets.Although your symptoms were a lot less violent than they were a few weeks ago, you still dreaded the mornings. Before long, you couldn’t control the urge to vomit any longer and tried to leave Jungkook’s arms.

In a sleepy daze, thinking you were playing with him, Jungkook groaned playfully as he tightened his grip, “Kook, you have to let me go. I’m serious, I’m gonna throw up.” He sat up quickly as you rushed away into the bathroom, and were soon joined by a half-asleep husband.

He yawned swiftly before pulling your scrambled hair from your face, “You should’ve woken me up before, you sound even worse than before.”

A brief pause in vomiting allowed you to explain yourself to him. You knew well that he didn’t like when you hid your hardships from him, “You were out cold last night, it’s obvious you’re exhausted. I’m okay, this is normal.”

Jungkook’s eyes fell at your selfless reasoning. While still holding your hair in one hand, he moved to sit behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Don’t worry about me. I can always go back to sleep. You’re the one carrying precious cargo.”

^ thank you for your kind request! 💕

402 notes · View notes

briefololtragedy · 4 years ago

Text

Something to Stay Part 4

Sakura X Itachi

Prequel to Say anything

Itachi doesn’t like being called Uchiha-san.

Rating G

Call me by my name

It was 4:55 when Sakura rushed into the locker room to change into her scrubs for the day. She was always at least 15 minutes early, but this morning it was hard to get up. Sasuke had so many questions and worry for his brother, by the time she go to answering all of then it after 11pm and she wanted to crash into bed, which she did the moment she got home. Shower be damned!

Her alarm woke her from sleep at 430, apparently she snoozed it at 4am. Next thing she knew she bolted out of the bed, almost tripped on her bedding that was now on the floor of her bedroom. When she says almost tripped, she means full on face plant to the floor. A quick shower to wash of the hospital grim just for it to be replaced by a new layer. There was no time to dry her hair, which she put into a quick messy bun. Looking in the mirror after throwing on a simple pair of skinny jeans and oversized T-shirt with a bowl of ramen on it, she noticed the bumps on her face and the slight break out she has gotten due wearing surgical mask so long yesterday and only eating cookies. Looking at her watch, it was 445, the time she normally got to work. She grabbed her Toms and ran out the door.

Sakura made it to handoff just as the clock hanged to 5. Kabuto looked smug. “You look like a walking disaster this morning. Try to put yourself together before seeing patients. We don’t want you giving them a heart attack with how dreadful you look.”

Sakura found herself having to count to 10. She could not punch Kabuto, in the face multiple times, it would be unprofessional. She was sure he was upset with her getting to assist yesterday. They had 20 patients to cover. Kabuto took 4 and split the rest between her and the other intern. Anticipation and worry came to her briefly, knowing that she would have to take care of Itachi. She hoped Sasuke and his parents got what ever peaceful rest they could obtain. She heard the nurses complaining how Fugaku demanded them be able to stay past visiting hours to see that Itachi’s needs were being meet. She planned to pre-round on him last, so she could make a quick escape to meet before the formal rounds with Dr. Senju.

She finished going through the charts of her other patients in record time and able to quickly examine them with no problems. She had a couple appendectomies, cholecystectomies, and hernia repairs. She had one hernia repair who tried to get a little to handsy when she was examining his abdomen. Sakura made a mental note to have a nurse with her the next time she had to be in the room with him.

She had 20 minutes before she had to meet with her team. She planned on taking 5-10 minutes to quickly check on Itachi and then get coffee. She already downed her first cup when she was sitting in front of her computer. Sakura also didn’t care to fix her appearance, aside from her dark circles, she looked presentable. She wasn’t here to appeal to the male sex, she wanted to learn and follow in the footsteps of Dr. Senju.

Hana quickly gave her a report on how Itachi was doing. He had woken up in the middle of the night and went back to sleep after some pain medication was given. His family had left before he fell asleep, which came to be a relief for the nurses working. He was still resting this morning.

Sakura took a deep breath, gently knocked on his door. Hearing no response, which she expected, she entered.

Many years have gone by since she last saw the oldest son of Mikoto and Fugaku. From what she remembers when she was 11, he was a tall, dark, intimidating force. He once snuck her some dango that Sasuke didn’t want following her punching him in the face. His parents weren’t happy with her. She had ran off into their gardens after the incident.

This man laying on the bed sleeping was not the picture that she carried with her all these years. He looked paler than normal, his lines under his eyes were more pronounced, IVs in both his arms, and the IV poll on his right side. His heart tracing looked steady, no arrhythmias. Oxygen saturation was perfect. His breathing pattern and heart rate on the lower side confirmed he was in a deep sleep.

“Uchiha-san, its Dr. Haruno. I will be taking a quick listen to you and then will want to look at your surgical incision.” She had placed on her hand on his left arm, gently trying to get him to stir. She then went about assessing him this morning.

It was now time to look at his incision and knew she would have to be more forceful when trying to get him awake. He started to stir.

“Uchiha-san, its Dr. Haruno. I am just going to check your abdomen quickly to make sure everything is ok. How is your pain?” Those words brought Itachi out of his dream world and as he opened his eyes he was met with the most color he has ever seen, bright pink and emerald. He was once again reminded of a cherry blossom field.

As his eyes started to focus more he was met with Sakura. Gone was the scrawny little thing, and now before him stood a grown women. She still had delicate features, gone was the baby fat of her face. Her hair was on the top of her head in a bun. No makeup on her face, which was a breath of fresh air compared to the other women he has come across over the years.

“I will need to bring your covers down to get access to your bandages, is that ok?” Her eyes were warm and welcoming. She had a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t answer her right away, but went to slowly push his blankets down. The slight crunch he did caused pain to shoot through his abdomen.

“Uchiha-san you should let me do that for you. It wasn’t even 24 hours ago that you have an intense surgery. I will let nurse Hana now that you will need one of your as needed pain medications.” Her voice was smooth like honey.

He didn’t even notice as she removed the bandages on his abdomen and inspected the site. She worked quickly and professionally. After she was done looking she redid his bandages with fresh gaze and tape.

“Do you need anything else Uchiha-san?” He didn’t know why she was acting so formal with him, but he could understand it. They hadn’t seen each other in years, she wasn’t even a teenager the last time they met. He couldn’t remember ever holding an actual conversation with her.

“No Dr. Haruno. Have you heard from Sasuke any?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“I haven’t heard from him since last night. Hopefully he is getting some rest along with your parents, all of you have been through a lot. I almost thought you wouldn’t remember I'm friends with Sasuke.” She had a slight smile on her face. She was staring at him and it was then that he realized it was because he hadn’t said anything in reply. Itachi got caught up staring at her eyes, those dazzling emeralds.

“Sasuke talks about you and Naruto, well as much as someone like him can… Would it be possible to get something to drink? My throat feels raw.” He had to kick himself for asking her about the drink, he was an absolute idiot.

“Of course. I’ll see if one of the nursing students can bring you something. They are pretty good at checking in on patients and helping out. Dr. Senju and the team will be around later, get some rest Uchiha-san.” Sakura had brought his covers up to his chest and walked out the door. For some reason her saying Uchiha-san didn’t sit well with him.

A few minutes later he was brought multiple cups of water and students more then welling to help him. it was when his nurse came in with some pain medication that they were shooed away.

Itachi didn’t know what to do with himself now. When was the last time he was idle for so long.

________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sakura made it just in time to get a new cup of coffee before starting rounds with Dr. Senju. It was hard keeping an indifferent face when talking with Itachi. She couldn’t help as she acknowledged how attractive he was, but she wasn’t an airhead preteen anymore. She was able to separate work and her personal life. While Itachi muddied the water some, she would be professional with him and his family when they came into the hospital.

A proud smirk made its way onto her lips as she brought up her coffee cup to her mouth. She had beat Kabuto and the other intern to the meeting spot. She only had to make it though 3 more days until she had a day off. Sunday would be a glorious day!

Jin was the second to arrive, he was one in her first year class. He stood a head and half taller then her, he had an average build, his coloring was brown hair and brown eyes. Unlike her, he had a tan to his skin. He was doing a trauma rotation, but belonged to the orthopedic surgery program.

“ Wonder where Yakushi is? I heard you got to scrub into that surgery yesterday with Dr. Senju, man is she scary! “ She couldn’t help but be irritated by his voice, it wasn’t his fault that she was having the start of a migraine.

“He should be here soon, maybe he heard about a new case for the day.” It was unlike Kabuto to not have arrived by now. At times Wednesday could be a slow day compared to the other days of the week. Starting Friday - Monday you would get the reckless injuries that were brought about by too much drinking and wanting to have a good time. A couple of weeks ago it was a party boat that capsized when too many people were on it.

“Where is Yakushi? I’m ready to round, it was a long ass day yesterday. “ Dr. Senju came up, tea in hand. She was not Kabuto’s biggest fan to start and him not being here was not a way to get off her bad side.

“Dr. Senju, sorry to interrupt but Dr. Yakushi was pulled into a surgery with Dr. Orochimaru.” It looked like the nurses had sacrificed one of the nursing student’s to deliver the message. Sakura didn’t know the name of the poor girl, but could see her shaking.

A grumble came form Dr. Senju, her lips pressed together. “ Let get started. I take it you two are carrying the majority of the patients anyway. We will round on them and then you two can finish charting. You two will be up for first assist on the next surgery. Decide among the two of you who will take it when it comes.” She then started walking down the halls.

Rounds were lightening fast. It was decided that Jin would take the first surgery of the day since Sakura got the one yesterday. Jin vanished to do his work, while Sakura took to sitting at one of the empty computers at the nursing station. The gossip from the nurses would put Ino to shame. ‘notes and then lunch.’

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

“Shisui leave Sasuke alone. “ How many times did Itachi have to stop those two. Sasuke had gotten back at Shisui for giving his cell number to some of the nurses. Sasuke’s phone wouldn’t stop going off. In retribution apparently Shisui’s Instagram was hacked and was announced that he was undergoing treatment for multiple STDs, his prior conquests were not to happy about the announcement.

Shisui had come with food from Mikoto. Sadly he was unable to eat it due to being on clear liquids. The aroma itself was making Itachi’s mouth water. Itachi refused to let either Sasuke or Shisui eat his food and made them put it in the mini fridge in his room.

“I heard you have little Sakura-chan overseeing you. Aren’t you a lucky dog. Sasuke I don’t know how the two of you never got together even for a night.” Sasuke looked ready to attack. Itachi wasn’t aware that his cousin knew Sakura. Shisui initially worked for the family law firm, but then branched off with itachi to do pro-bono work. He typically got in later then Itachi and stayed to close up the office, where Itachi opened it. Shisui had guilt from not being to the office sooner he may have been able to prevent itachi getting shot.

“Uchiha-san I have come to check on you quickly. Sasuke-kun said that you may be in pain.” Sakura was at the door, her presence stopping the inevitable match between Sasuke and Shisui.

Sasuke looked annoyed and Shisui straightened up. Itachi could already tell Shisui was putting his best flirting face on. “Sakura-chan I have to ask if it hurt?” Sakura looked at Shisui annoyance spreading on her face.

“Shisui we have had this conversation before and I’m not currently in the mood to put up with your ridiculous pick up lines.” Sasuke was annoyed he knew his cousin was doing this to get on his nerves. He and Naruto made it their mission to make sure the guys wanting to date Sakura where fully screened, much to the annoyance of Sakura. She had to keep most of her relationships a secret, unless they were creeps. The creeps she held no remorse for when the two idiots chased them away. Just because they watched out for her didn't protect her from having her heart broken a few times, before she decided to focus solely on her training.

“Come on lets go find something to eat since Weasel here wont share his food.” It was then that Sasuke’s stomach started to grumble, he was in agreement to finding food and some tomato juice.

After dumb and dumber left Sakura was able to speak to Itachi. “Uchiha-san I know you have been having increased pain and wanted to make sure you were doing ok. Is there anything that you need? “

“Why do you call be Uchiha-san? “ Itachi blamed it on his pain medications for having no filter.

“What am I supposed to call you? I think Shisui has dibs on Weasel. “ she looked playful, mischievous look behind her eyes. It reminded itachi of the little girl he remembered from another time it seemed.

“I would like it for you to call me by my name Dr. Haruno. I feel like my father should be in the room when you say Uchiha-san. “ Sakura couldn’t imagine anyone calling Fugaku by anything other than Uchiha-sama. His face would probably get as red of the tomatoes that Sasuke adores so much in anger.

“Itachi-san considering you are older than me doesn’t that make you an old man?” Before Itachi could reply Sakura’s stomach decided to interrupt their conversation.

‘I forgot to eat lunch again! Two appendectomies came in that Jin and her split, which was around lunch time.’ Sakura couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

“Excuse me Itachi-san, but I will leave you to get some more rest.” Itachi didn’t want her to leave. She was a breath of spring in the shade of beige room.

“My mother made me a bento and my doctor has decided to only let me have liquids. I don’t think she would mind me giving it to you.”

Sakura was speechless. Mikoto’s food was a precious commodity, one that Sasuke refused to let anyone have. “I can get some food in the cafeteria, that was made for you and I’m sure you would like to have it once you are cleared for a regular diet.”

“I’m sure my mother would make me a new one when the time comes. This one hasn’t been in the fridge long and will still be fresh. I insist that you take it. Although I do ask that you enjoy it here as a way to repay me. I could use company that doesn’t want to punch the other person in the face.”

“Well that’s an offer I can’t refuse.” This meal would be the first of many, neither of them knowing that at the time.

#itasaku #itachi uchiha #LawyerItachi #Sakura Haruno #SurgeonSakura #naruto #fanfic #prequel #part four

17 notes · View notes

oscar-piastri · 5 years ago

Text

secret & lies [peter parker x reader]

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: peter and reader both are keeping secrets from each others; they both have a secret identity they’re too scared to reveal

words: +2.8k

notes: haven’t wrote anything for this fandom in like a year??? but enjoy this to celebrate far from home (coming out in two days in France)

“I’m sorry, I have to cancel tonight. Something came up with the Stark Internship” your boyfriend blurred out. You couldn’t help but see that he was blaming himself for cancelling your little date once again. But this feeling slowly vanished when he saw you smiling.

“Don’t worry Peter! I was going to tell you that I also needed to cancel. My parents are going out and the nanny cancelled, so I need to babysit my little sister” you explained.

You and Peter started dating a few months ago, yet it felt like you’ve been together for much longer than that and you didn’t mind that. In your first weeks you were inseparable, always together, texting and calling. He was your first serious relationship and you felt like it would be the only one. Everything was perfect. And even thought you were spending less time together because of his amazing internship, you always reassured him by saying that you couldn’t be prouder of him and that only wish him good things.

Peter hated this situation, where he had to cancel date nights and where he had to lie to you all the time. What was breaking his heart even more was that you were happy for him while he was straight up lying to your face every time. Oh he was often thinking about telling you the truth; that he was Spider-Man, that he was ditching you to catch criminals but he knew it would bring danger and worries into your relationship.

Little did he know that his sweet and supportive girlfriend was also keeping a secret.

You hated faking a smile and seeing your boyfriend believing your lies. He was so nice and he didn’t deserve those awful lies. You loved him and you couldn’t stand the idea of breaking up with him, so you’re always trying to convince yourself that lying is the best thing to do; that it’s keeping him safe from your secret life.

“Alright, I’ll call you later” Peter said before pecking your lips. You wished he had more time so you could keep kissing him but you knew he had to go right away.

“Have fun!” You told him as he waved goodbye when he walked out of the room.

As soon as you made sure that Peter was outside your house, on his way to his internship, you ran back to your room and jumped on your bed where your computer was lying on a pillow.

You ignored the few things you were supposed to do for school and put your entire attention on your computer and the files inside. You also grabbed the box under your bed and took out some papers that you carefully put on your bed.

“Okay, let’s do this” you said out loud, looking at the numerous plans and maps: buildings, neighbourhood, and lists of names and timetables with key words.

After long minutes, probably hours because the sun was going down, you circled a house and highlighted some names while taking a sip of your drink. Your alarm went on and you knew it was time for you to get ready. You changed your clothes to a much darker color, put on a hoodie, threw the papers in a backpack and opened your window to get out.

As you were halfway outside your room, you turned around and grabbed some stuff in your closet. “In case I have an interesting encounter with this annoying Spider dude, might have to get ready to fight back” you said to yourself, carefully putting some gadget in your bag.

You walked discreetly in dark streets, playing with the shadows in order not to be seen. You knew the way by heart, you used to do it pretty often to spot places to hide. After a few minutes, you finally ended up in the neighbourhood you were looking for. You hide yourself behind huge dumpsters and took out your binoculars, mostly to make sure that the house you were targeting was empty.

“Let’s rob this shit” you mumbled as you put on a mask to cover a part of yourself; .

Easy. Quick. Entry via the backdoor. No alarm. No one was home. Perfect moment. You couldn’t remember how you got that idea, stealing stuff, breaking into houses, perfectly knowing that you’ll make people feel unsafe in their own houses. But you didn’t care, you were only thinking about the rush of adrenaline that was in your body as soon as you step a feet in the house.

You’ve been doing this for a few months, and to be honest, the fact that there was now a new vigilante protecting the city made all of this more exciting. You hated him, but you couldn’t help but love the thrill of getting caught or escaping. Not that you were keeping tabs but he never managed to catch you, and you were ready to keep that score.

Focusing back on the house, you hurried in the main rooms to find money, jewelry, pretty much anything that could fit into your bag, without being to heavy and that had value.

You were leaving one of the bedroom when you stopped in the middle of the stairs when you heard some noises. There was no cars, so you knew it wasn’t anyone from the family or even the cops. You stayed put, without making a sound so you could focus on what was outside.

“I know you’re in there! Wasn’t really discreet” your heart stopped beating when you heard those words. “I saw the flashlight from outside. Typically the sign of a thief” the voice continued and you recognized right away who it was.

“You still haven’t caught me. Let me tell you that I hate spiders, I kill them. But I’m feeling nice tonight, I might just run away” you answered, still loud so he could hear you, wherever he was.

Not wanting to get caught, you knew you had to leave right now. You weren’t good with jumping off the roof so the only solution was windows or doors. You looked around to find the perfect escape spot, when you saw a shadow behind a window in the living room. You assumed it was Spider-Man, so you decided to run as fast as you could to the front door.

You flew the door open and froze when you saw Spider-Man right in front of you. “Hey there! I knew I’d find you again!” He said.

“Aw, that’s so sweet! Guess what? I have a surprise for you” you smirked, discreetly taking something from your pockets. “Good luck finding me” you half yelled as you dropped some balls on the ground. It was smoke bomb and as soon as they hit the ground, a cloud of smoke covered Spider-Man, reducing his ability to see.

You took opportunity of this situation and escaped from a window. You knew he would be right behind you, so you gathered all your energy to run the fastest. You turned in a dark alley, and hide behind some cardboard. Only a few seconds later, you saw your not friendly hero jumping from buildings to buildings trying to find you.

Too scared to be caught, you stayed hidden for a few minutes, making sure that the way was clean and secure. You were out of breath and it was a little bit difficult for you to breathe normally, since you were still anxious about getting caught. Spider-Man has never been so close to catch you, and it drove you mad and scared. Beyond that, you were still proud of what you managed to do.

Once you were able to walk again without freaking out, you took off your dark hoodie and mask and join back the main street to go back home, without raising questions.

It was 11pm and you were completely exhausted. As soon as you got home, you grabbed something to eat and went straight to bed, without checking in with your parents. You assumed they read the note on your bed and that they knew you’d come home late, that is why they didn’t jump on you as soon as you step foot in the house.

You still had school the day after but you passed on the homework and fell asleep in 2 seconds, exhausted by all the emotions of the night.

You woke up earlier than usual the next morning, you still needed to do some homework and you could never go to school without them being done. Your phone vibrated and you found a text from Peter saying he was on his way to pick you up.

“Hey babe” you greeted your boyfriend with a soft kiss on his lips. “How are you?” You asked him a little worried when you saw that his sweet smile wasn’t on his face.

“Oh… I’m good. I just had a complicated thing to deal with yesterday” he lied, smiling a little to reassure you. It was obvious that Peter couldn’t tell you the truth; that he was mad because he let a criminal escape. So he just keep with the usual lie; the Stark internship. Not wanting to lie again this day, he quickly changed the subject.

“How was the babysitting?” He asked, holding your hands and intertwining your fingers as you walked together to school.

“I’m good! We just watched movies all night” you lied too. You couldn’t tell him that you escaped Spider-Man while you were robbing a house.

The rest of the walk was in silence, Peter was upset about something and he decided to keep it to himself and you decided to stay quiet, not wanting to say a dumb thing that would made him even more angry.

“I’ll see at lunch” you told Peter before kissing his cheek, when you got into the school.

“I’ll save you a sit” he simply replied, lost in his thoughts.

You didn’t realise Peter’s mind was somewhere else and that he decided to skip school for the day, in order to improve his suit so he could finally beat you. He was pissed off but he had the feeling that this situation would be over soon.

When you got his text at lunch time saying that he went back home, you didn’t bother meeting with Ned and MJ and went outside to find a calm and discreet spot to prepare for you next robbery.

You knew the perfect place, a house in your neighbourhood. The owners were out of town for the weekend and they were leaving today; in the middle of the afternoon. You saw them pack this morning when you were walking with Peter. The fact that you were familiar with the environment was a bonus for you, and it wasn’t the only positive thing: this couple wasn’t liked by much, so nobody would watch their house. It was all perfect for you.

“There you are! Ned and I have been looking for you” you heard someone. You quickly locked your phone where you were writing your ideas for tonight when you realised it was MJ.

“Heeeeeey girl” you awkwardly answered back. “Yeah sorry, didn’t feel like coming, I’m worried about Peter and didn’t want to force you to have to deal with my worry self”

She looked at you with her special suspicious look she used to give to Peter “Weird. Anyway, Ned, Betty and I are going out tonight, you and Peter wanna join?” She asked.

“Thank you for thinking of me! I don’t know for Peter but I already have something planned for tonight. But if it doesn’t last too long, I’ll text you to see if I can join you” you explained a little bit embarrassed for turning down your friends. Even though you still had Saturday night to deal with your secret activity, you couldn’t wait, already missing the feeling and rush of adrenaline in your body.

“Deal” she simply said before turning around to walk back inside the building, with her hands in her pockets.

You were quick to follow your friend because your first class of the afternoon was starting soon. This afternoon was probably the longest you’ve ever had. You were feeling like a child being all excited before its birthday, counting minutes until the gifts, and in your case, the gift was an empty house full of interesting things to steal.

As soon as you heard the bell, you grabbed your stuff and ran home to get ready. It was still early and you needed to wait until at least 9pm so it’d be dark outside, so you found yourself sitting in your room, counting the hours and watching the sun going down.

You tried to text Peter but he didn’t answer. You were getting tired of seeing your relationship vanishing. You knew you were to blame, because you were keeping secrets, but you knew deep down that Peter wasn’t always honest with you. Thinking of losing Peter made you rethink about your secret activities, Peter was the sweetest and he would never deserve a criminal as a girlfriend. Maybe the time for you to stop stealing should come soon.

By the time you finished thinking about it, your sister called you to dinner; something that would make the time fly quicker. But as you started eating, you realised how lucky you were to have a family like this, and knowing what you were doing would break their hearts. You put that thought in your head as a second reason to stop stealing.

You looked at your phone and the digits showed 10pm. You changed into darker clothes, put on your mask and grabbed your backpack. This time, you decided to go without gadgets; you were close to home and you figured you wouldn’t have to deal with Spider-Man. You locked your room and went through the window to leave. You took a detour to make sure that you’d reach the backdoor where no one would see you.

So distracted and sure of yourself, you made the mistake to forget about the alarm. You didn’t realise that with all the robberies around town, the owners decided to buy and install a secret and silenced alarm, which you didn’t know about. And as soon as you opened the back door, the alarm sent a signal to the cops.

You wandered around the house, trying to find objects that you could bring. You somehow lost track of time and it was when you heard the cops that you realised you’ve been here way too long and that you needed to run right away. On your way, you threw on the ground whatever you stole, it was heavy and could slow you down. You reached the backdoor and ended up in the garden right where you arrived. You were about to leave through the trees, just like you did before when you felt one of your leg stuck on the ground.

“Got you!” A voice half yelled. “I knew I’d make it one day” the voice continued. You tried to turn around, but it was difficult with your leg webbed to the ground. You eventually managed to turn half your body, to find yourself in company of your dear Spider-Man.

“Yeah, because I made a mistake, Spider-Dude” you growled, mentally punching yourself for being so dumb about this robbery.

“D-Don’t call me that! Anyway…. Lucky for you, I told the cops I’ll handle it” he declared, pointing behind him, where you assumed the cops’ cars were in front of the house.

“That’s nice of you. But could you like… Free my leg? My position is killing my back” you asked and that made Spider-Man laughed.

“It was quite a good idea, your little gadget last night” he said ignoring you. “Actually, now that I’ve got you and that you’re going to jail, I’d like the see who I was against” he suggested and you froze, almost forgetting to breathe.

“N-no, not fair. Not cool. I already lost, just… Just let me go and I’ll stop. And don’t take off my mask, it’ll kill the mystery” you tried to negotiate but you knew that it was useless.

“That’s not how it works. You should have thought about that before you started stealing” and with that, he used his webs to get out your mask.

You didn’t had the time to cover you face and closing your eyes would be useless, so you stayed like that, completely exposed.

“That can’t be….” He started and you rolled your eyes, assuming that he didn’t expected to see a girl that young. “Y-Y/N?” He asked.

When you heard your name, your heart skipped a beat. “H-how do you know my-” you didn’t had the time to finish your sentence because as you were speaking, Spider-Man took of his mask, revealing the face of your boyfriend.

“Peter?!” You asked, completely shocked.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker fanfic #w*#*

208 notes · View notes

littlebitoffanfic · 6 years ago

Text

Follow The Rules - part 2

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Thomas, Luda Relationship: Thomas/reader Part one: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/183194634969/follow-the-rules The meal that evening was one of the most awkward Luda had ever sat at. You hadn’t joined them. In fact, once she got you back inside, you hadn’t left your room. Everyone had tried, but none succeeded. Luda had left most her food, as had Thomas. He was the first to stand, taking the plate Luda had put out for you and venturing up stairs. She followed him, out of curiosity and concern. Peaking around the corner of the hallway at the top of the stairs, she watched as he knocked four times on your door in two quick knocks, a pause then two more. It was a signal to you to show who as was your door. but he didn’t get an answer. Thomas tried again, this knock sounding more desperate than the previous. But still nothing. He placed the plate on the floor before giving a final knock and walking away. Luda was quick to descent the stairs before her son came down and went straight to the basement. The following days did not improve at all. You were there to do your chores so long as Thomas didn’t enter the room. If he did, you would start to shake and back away from him as you shrink back into yourself. This would be followed by your quick exit to your room. Thomas never pushed you, a few times, he would follow you after you had left but never close enough that you might feel he was chasing you. Other times, he would just stare after you. Luda had walked past you room late one night and heard sobbing which only seemed to continue as the days turned to weeks. As things settled, Ludas watchful eyes picked something up. You continued about your duties as much as you could, and after the first few encounters with Thomas, you didn’t seem as scared as you used to be. You seemed… Sad. She shook her head at the thought firstly. Of course you would be sad because you were scared. But then she saw your eyes follow Thomas as he walked past the kitchen window one day. You blinked back tears before retreating back to your room. Thomas tried desperately to win back y our affections, harder than he had before. He would pile things outside your door, but they were never taken inside by you. The rejection hit Thomas hard as he tried to find something, anything, you might take into your room. Luda watched with sad eyes as Thomas scooped up your plate from the table which you were absent from once again. She followed at a distance as normal, watching Thomas pause outside your door, as if he was scared of the result he was sure to get. There was only one lock on your room and you had the only key but never seemed to lock it, so anyone could just easily enter, but they didn’t out of respect. Luda had considered breaking this rule just to speak to you but decided against it. An idea came into her mind and she walked into the hallways, her presence making Thomas jump slightly. She smiled and took the plate from his hands, moving him to the side so he would be out of sight from your door. Thomas, although confused, obeyed. You sat on your bed, your book open in your lap but the page hadn’t turned for the best part of an hour. Ever since that day in the garden, you had decided it was best just to stay in your room where it was safe. They tried to entice you out, you retreated further into your room and yourself. In truth, you were heartbroken as well as terrified. The knock on the door which drew you out of your thoughts was not one which you were use to at this time of the day. It was softer, in three short taps that you instantly knew was Luda. But it was normally Thomas who would try come to see you at this time. He would bring you the dinner you had neglected and leave it outside for you. Sometimes you would eat it and sometimes not. Curiosity drew you off the bed to answer the door. What if something had happened? Pulling the door open, you saw Luda standing with your dinner in her hands. You couldn’t just close the door in her face, so you took the plate from her with a small ‘thank you’ for her troubles as you retreated back into the room. “[y/n]?” Luda held her hand out, stopping your door from closing. You let out a soft sign, knowing you weren’t going to be as lucky. “Im worried about you.” These words took you by complete surprise. You expected to be chastised for your behaviour, for her to tell you that you to snap out of it. But for her to be worried? Placing the plate down on your side table, you walked back to the door, your head tilted to the side. You just couldn’t understand. “Why?” you asked, baffled. she bit down on her lower lip slightly, obviously unsure how to word her worries. She glanced to the side, probably looking to the stairs before looking back to you. “I want to help you, but I don’t know what you need, darling.” She says, her words soft and sweet. “I don’t need anything.” You shake your head, deliberately misunderstand her so you could shrink back into your room. “you do. Tell me.” Luda says, her voice filled with a mothering love which you had only heard on the television when you were younger. You look up at her, your eyes flooding with tears of hurt from a long time ago. Before you came to the Hewitts, before you were able to be yourself and laugh and smile. From a darker time which had flooded back to you that day in the garden. “I-I-“ You stuttered a little, unable to believe that four small words from her were able to break you down completely. Blinking back your tears, you looked around the room behind you, searing for something to ground you. Your eyes fell on a small jewellery box that Thomas had given you a while back and was filled with rings, bracelets and necklaces. You genuinely believed he cared for you, perhaps even loved you. But your perceptions were now warped as you tried to understand your own feelings. Every piece of jewellery in that box you could remember him giving to you. A few he had presented to you in person and you had accepted them with a smile, your heart fluttering. From the first few gifts and soft glances at him, you knew you could easily fall in love with him. You allowed yourself to get lost with him, to forget about everything going on outside and just focus on him. Worst of all, you allowed yourself to trust him completely. “[y/n]?” Luda called your name softly, bringing you back into the room. You realised tears were flooding down your cheeks as you looked back to her. Her eyes were swimming with concern as she looked at you. “I just, I didn’t realise it would be that easy for him to hurt me.” You finally say, dropping her gaze as you decide to tell her, hoping that if she understood, she might give you a little more room. “I don’t understand why people find it so easy to try hurt me. My own family didn’t have much of a problem with it. But I always just said it was because they didn’t love or care for me. But, I genuinely thought he might love me one day. I couldn’t imagine doing that to him. To anyone who I care for. But im broken anyway.” You look at the floor, taking a moment to control your breath before looking back up at Luda. Her mouth opened and closed, reminding you of a fish in a somewhat humorous way. “That day, I don’t think he could have… I mean, we always taught him to go after someone who escaped. I don’t think he would have hurt you. I don’t know if he could.” She presses a hand over her own heart and you saw tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to find out the answer.” You walk over to the table and pick up the plate. “Im sorry, but Im not really hungry.” She takes the plate from your hands with a nod. “Ill pop it in the fridge in case you want it later.” She nods, her own voice breaking as she goes to turn away. But something in her breaks and she quickly places the plate on the ground before wrapping her arms around you and holding you close. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sob as you broke down in her arms. You didn’t know of the grown man who was crying in the hallway as well. -----time skip -------------- You walked up the stairs to your bedroom. It was late, but at about 11pm, you had been hungry and what Luda had brought you up had looked very appetising. So you went down stairs and heated it in the microwave. The whole house sounded like it was asleep, apart from Thomas who was in the basement. There was a few victims down there at the moment and fresh meat so he was hard at work. You had heard some movement from upstairs as you ate at the table but assumed it was Hoyt or Luda going to the bathroom. You went back to your room, yawning as you tried to figure out how you were going to handle the next few days. As you passed the small pile of tributes, you saw something sparkle in the small light of the hallway. A bracelet. This one had your birth stone in the centre with beautiful patterns around the outside of it. You picked up the trinket, examine it in your hand. Thomas must have polished it up because there wasn’t a hint of blood or dirt on it. Your eyes moved back to the pile which grew every day. Books, flowers, pictures, candy and even the odd bit of clothing. He really was trying. a soft smile dawned your lips as you slipped on the bracelet and clipped it around your wrist to secure it. You were sure when he saw you at breakfast the next morning wearing it, he would be pleased. In the morning, you would bring everything into your room, effectually ending the barrier between you. Because even though you were scared of the giant, and even though he could break you in a heartbeat, you loved him. And how ever fucked up it was, in your strange world, it made sense. Smiling, you went into your room. Maybe you could give him something in return? There had been a group here not too long ago and one of the guys had had a necklace. It had a thicker and longer chain and was pretty plain but you were sure Thomas would love it. Going to your wardrobe, you kept all the ‘throwaway’ jewellery (any that Luda doesn’t keep or Thomas doesn’t give to you) in a box so you could sort through them and figure out what ones are worth money. Pulling the box out, the one you were looking for was sitting right on the top so you picked it out and put everything else back. You would need to give it a clean up, make it presentable. But he would appreciate it all the same. You sat at your desk which doubled as your vanity with a mirror in the centre, about to get started when something in the reflection caught your eye. Something that made your heart jump into your throat as you almost screamed. Under your bed, was a man with a knife. It was the glisten of the knife that had caught your eye in the mirror. He was bloodied, obviously one of the victims. But how did he escape? How did he get that kitchen knife? He was looking at the door, obviously trying to figure out how to escape. you dropped your eyes, pretending you hadn’t seen him as you pulled open your draw and grabbed a key from inside. the key to your door. Trying to hid your shaking hand, you picked up an empty glass and shook it slightly, showing there was only a droplet of water before getting to your feet. The ruse was to make him think you were going to get a drink. Your window was locked as you didn’t like the idea of something getting into your room at night through it, so you could lock him inside you bedroom as you went for help. Leaving the room, you made sure to keep the bed in your peripheral vision so you could see if he decided to attack, but he didn’t. you got out and quickly locked the door. From there, you only had a few moment because he will realised you had locked him in. Turing on your heel, you bolted for the basement. Sliding through the hallway and down the stairs, you were terrified as tears flooded your eyes once again. “Thomas?!” You cried out as you all but fell down the stairs to his domain, only able to keep yourself up by holding onto the rail. He appeared from the darkness the second he heard your voice. “Theres a man in my room! He-hes hiding under my bed.” You cried out, your voice shaking as you held out the key. Thomas looked up the stairs and you saw the urgency in his eyes. He walked up to you, reaching out a hand and cupping your cheek in a move that made you freeze up. A few months ago, you might have winced for fear of him hitting you, but you didn’t. the pad of his thumb swiped over your cheek, silently asking you. “Im fine. I don’t think he knows I saw him.” You nod, bringing your right hand up to cover his hand. The feeling of his warm skin against your own offered you a comfort you had barely known in your life. you looked up at him to see his eyes had left yours and were now fixed on the bracelet on your right wrist. The one he had given you. The moment was short lived as the sound of glass breaking ripped through he silent house. You jumped, looking up at the ceiling in panic. he was getting out the window. But Thomas was on it. He left your side to grab his chainsaw and moved past you to chase the man. You looked up the stairs after him, debating what to do. The picture of the knife in his hands flashed through your mind as you realised you hadn’t told Thomas that he had a weapon. You had to warn him! Starting to run up the stairs after him, you saw a hook on the foot of one of the stairs. It was one which the chain had snapped but was still about the size of your hand. And what if you ran into the man before Thomas did. You needed something to defend yourself with, especially because now he knew you were the one that locked him in. Picking it up, you made your way quickly up the stairs and into the kitchen where the back door was open. You paused, fear flooding through your body once again. The last time you had ran out of the back door, your perfect life had fallen apart But he could get hurt and badly at that. You didn’t care what happened to you, you just needed to make sure he was okay. taking a deep breath, you ran out of the door and after the two men. you heard the chainsaw roar to life and followed the sound, keeping a sharp eye out in case Thomas saw you first and mistake you for the escapee. There was some loud screams and cries which you followed, hoping that Thomas made short work of the man before you got there. But as you stumbled into a small clearing, you saw the man standing over Thomas who was on the ground. There was blood dripping from the knife although it looked to only be about an inch or so. Thomas clutched at his thigh, leaning up on his forearm but no idea about the man standing over him, preparing to stab him in the neck. The chainsaw had been dropped about 3 meters away from them, but was till moving and active. Running, you could only do one thing. Raising the hook, you swung it and caught his forearm of the arm with the knife. It easily shredded through the flesh and kept him from bring the knife down onto Thomas. The man let out a howl of pain as you used all your might to pull him to the side. But he came much easier than you expected and the two of you fell to the ground with a thud. You let go of the hook so you could catch yourself. He had let go of the knife and it now lay about a foot away from you both. the second you realised you were lying by him, it was a struggle to get the upper ground. His hands were round your throat, not caring about the hook that was dangling from his arm right now. You let out a scream but he pressed his thumb into your throat as he started to chock you. You wristed under him. Your hands grabbed at his own before your eyes fell on the hook. You grabbed onto it and pulled, making him scream out in pain. He pulled back for a second before using his ‘good’ arm and smacking you across the face so hard it made you bash your head back against the hard earth beneath you. You lay there for a moment, a sharp whining noise in your skull as you gasped for air. Your head snapped to the man, who was staring in horror at the hook that had ripped flesh from his arm. But then his eyes darted to the chainsaw. Thomas, who was trying to get to his feet and was staring at you, was further away than he was from the machine and he would surely get it quicker with the adrenaline coursing through his body. He started to drag himself to the machine. You scrambled for the knife, grabbing it. Scrambling to your feet and ignoring the dizziness and buzzing noises, you ran for the man, bringing the knife down and straight into his right shoulder. He screamed out, writhing but it was enough to give Thomas the time he needed to get to his feet and charge for the chainsaw. One back in his hands, he turned and stalked up to the man. You moved to the side but lost your footing and fell to the grounds. Your head was spinning and the pain from your throat, cheek and head made you want to be sick. But you knew to get back. Thomas bought the chainsaw down and carved through the mans flesh like butter, starting right in the centre of his back and digging it deeper and deeper. The man only screamed for a few seconds before the chainsaw made short work of him. you watched only out of curiosity. Normally, you might have looked away, but you were in a strange state. Thomas straightened up and turned to you. You felt the pang of fear. What if he thought you were trying to run? Or was angry with you? But before your fears could simmer for even a moment, he turned the chainsaw off and let it drop to the ground beside the body before limping over to you and collapsing beside you He raised a shaking hand to your cheek, the tips of his fingertips gently brushing the red mark which would surely bruise. You flinched, only because your skin hurt. Thomas immediately pulled his hand back. You could see the blood on his thigh, and yet he seemed more concerned with you. Looking up at him, you saw the concern and fear in his eyes as he gazed at you. you couldn’t help but seek comfort from him. Moving forward, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck, clinging to him. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you so you were straddling his good thigh and keeping you as close as possible. you couldn’t speak, all your words ended up as incoherent babbles which Thomas could occasionally make out words like ‘worried’ and ‘scared’ mixed in with his name. Eventually, you pulled back, looking down at his bad leg. You reached out, pulling back the ripped clothes to see the wound. It didn’t look too bad but you could see several scared areas around it from previous injuries. “Do you want me to run back and get Hoyt?” You ask, looking to Thomas. If he couldn’t walk, you could get the others to come help. But Thomas shook his head. “What about the body?” You ask, looking at the mangled corpse. Another no. It would be fine. your cheeks were bright pink as you got to your feet at the intimate position you and Thomas had just been in. but it felt so… right. He was a big guy, no doubt about that, but the way his arms engulfed you, offered you security and safety, made your head spin. At least in a different way from being hit earlier. You went and grabbed the knife and hook, easily removing them from the lifeless body. You held them out a little, unsure what to do with them. you didn’t know Thomas had even got up until he took them from you. He hooked the hook onto a latch on his belt and chucking the knife back towards the body. That could be dealt with later. You understood why though. It would be hard enough getting the chainsaw back to the house, never mind a sharp knife carried by two people who weren’t in the best shape. he picked up his chainsaw as you stared at the body. The only thing that bought you back was Thomas as he reached out and place his hand on the small of your back. You didn’t jump, or back away, instead turning to look at him. “Could, could I stay in with you?” you ask, your voice shaking both from nerves and the pain in your throat. You saw Thomas’ eyes widen behind his hand, and you were sure he might have been blushing, so you rushed to explain yourself. “I just don’t want to be alone. The thought that that man was under my bed, and what he nearly did to you. And my windows broken.” You dropped his gaze, your cheeks blushing furiously. But he placed a finger under your chin and drew your eyes back to his own and nodded. You smiled slightly, whispering a soft thank you before allowing him to guide you away from the body. You asked if he needed you to carry the chainsaw but he refused. You did keep close to him, following him through the trees which he seemed to know like the back of his hands. Before long, you were back at the house, stepping over the small fence. All the lights were on in the house and they were clearly in distress. You froze. “What if they think I did all this?” You whispered, stepping backwards. Thomas turned to you, shaking his head as he took your hand firmly in his own, pulling you closer. He would protect you. But your fears seemed foolish as you entered the house. It would seem everyone knew what had happened to some extent. they had woken to the smash of the window, then looked out to see the man running, followed by Thomas followed by you. Luda gushed over you both, hugging you as she cling to her sons arm. She saw to Thomas first with good reason. You caught your reflection in a mirror which confirmed your suspicions of the bruising on your neck but the red hand mark on your cheek would hopefully go down soon. You explained what had happened, about seeing the man under your bed in the mirror and rushing to tell Thomas but forgetting about the knife which was why you went after them. Hoyts hand came down a little harder than he intended on your back, telling you that you did a good job. He told you they had kicked your door in and apologies for it, but you said it was fine. You understood why. You didn’t know if there were maybe more in there and no one knew Thomas had killed the second last one that afternoon. No one seemed to question where you would be sleeping that evening until you went to your room to change and Thomas followed you to make sure you were okay. He waited in the hallway as you appeared in fresh PJs and asking if he needed you to bring covers or pillows, but he shook his head. Thomas normally didn’t use covers in the Texas heat and he had plenty of pillows. Hoyt flashed Luda a wink that you didn’t see as you followed Thomas to his own room which was in the basement. You had never been in his room before. It was a small room, off to the side through the ‘sewing’ room and separate from the work area with a door. It only consisted of a rather large bed, covers, a small wardrobe and armchair in the corner. You weren’t thrilled about him having to sleep down here constantly. Hoyt had mentioned that he and Monty could fix the window in your room tomorrow. If your window hadn’t have been broken, you would have asked Thomas to join you in your own room. but this would do for now. you waited for Thomas to walk to one side and you went to the opposite, crawling under the covers which smelled fresh and like him. As you both lay down on your own sides, you couldn’t help but feel safe as his scent filled your nostrils. you turned away as Thomas changed quickly until you felt the bed move as he sat down again and came under the covers. Opening your eyes, you glanced over to him, seeing he was still wearing the mask. “You can take it off. It cant be comfy to sleep in.” you roll to your side, propping yourself up slightly. You hadn’t seen him without the mask on yet, but you hoped the new found bond might persuade him. And it seemed your hopes were right. He sat up and, after deliberating for a moment, started to undo the bindings of his mask. As it fell away, you sat up to get a better look. his eyes fell to the covered at the end of the bed, allowing you to gaze upon his features for the first time. but he didn’t look nearly as bad as you might have thought. From what Luda had said and the constant masks, you were sure it would have been worse than the face you had in front of you now. Sure, the tip of his nose was gone and his cheeks had chunks missing with a few small bit from his lips, but you were pleasantly surprised because you could see how handsome the features that remained were. Scooting closer, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Thomas immediately closed his eyes, reviling in the feeling of his lips against his skin. You took the opportunity to raise your hand to his jaw and gently turning his face towards yours. His eyes fluttered open to stare at you in surprise. In his eyes, you could see he utterly adored you. It was obvious to you now. His eyes darted down to your lips but quickly away, as if he knew it would be too much to ask of you or a dream that could never be. But you were more than happy to indulge both him and yourself. Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. You could feel his jaw clench underneath your finger tips as his hand came up to cup your good cheek. You pulled back as you let out a yawn. It was late and you were exhausted. You cuddle closer to him and he wrapped an arm around you and lay back in the bed. You rested your head on his chest, using him as your pillow. You entwined your own hand with his other before drifting off to the sound of his heart beat.

#Texas Chainsaw Massacre #tcm #leatherface #leatherface x reader #Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #reader insert

145 notes · View notes

thotantics · 6 years ago

Text

Can You Trust Me? | Chapter 1

[mb credit: @blankpaper-colouredeyes]

⚤ pairing — female reader + Kim Taehyung (bts) ✎ word count — 12k ✦ genre — smut, slight angst, college!au / non idol!au ✗ warnings — graphic descriptions of sex, friends with benefits, unprotected sex (brief), mentions of self doubt/self hatred(??), mentions of attempted sexual assault (VERY brief early on, nothing intense but better safe than sorry lovelies) ✓ prompts — “What? Does that feel good?" + "I think that's the first time I've heard you moan...it was like a fucking melody" [a/n] — this is something I’ve wanted to do for months, lowkey one of the reasons I even made this blog. I’ve been actively working on this first chapter (and the rough draft for the next two chapters) for the last few weeks now and I’m very proud of how it’s coming together. big shout out to @over-kooked for indulging in my many musings about this idea and being super supportive always and to @scarletsehun for requesting these prompts together for Taetae which ultimately inspired me to get this story started ♡♡♡

Taetae [11:03pm]: are you asleep

You sigh as you stare down at your phone in the darkness of your bedroom. Taehyung had been avoiding you for the last week. It wasn’t like him at all, but texting you like this just before you went to bed definitely was. You frown at your phone, your instinct to pick it up and answer him immediately battling with the pettier side of yourself wanting to roll back over under the comfort of your duvet and ignore him. The thought crossed your mind for only a second or two before you dismissed it, however. You couldn’t sink to that level. Not with him. It was childish of him to ignore you, but you were sympathetic to (what you assumed) his reasons for doing so.

Within the time that you’d known him, Taehyung had become one of your closest friends, but your feelings for him had grown...complicated.

It had been lingering in the air between the two of you for some time now; this sort of "What are we?" conversation that nobody on earth wanted to have. It felt like setting yourself up, at your most vulnerable, and putting your friendship on the metaphorical chopping block all at once. The stakes were particularly high, because Kim Taehyung had grown to mean the absolute world to you.

What had started as a typical day of hanging out, the last time you saw him, had an unpleasant vibe that hung over the two of you until Tae eventually made up some excuse and left. And you hadn't seen or heard from him in over a week now. Which was unlike him. He had been a stable, consistent presence in your life since the day you met. You had texted him for the first couple of days like normal, but after the third day, Taehyung was starting to leave you on 'read' without a single word in response. So now, just barely after 11pm as you sit in the dark on your bed, you find yourself typing rapid fire in response to Tae's text.

You [11:04pm]: I'm awake..

You [11:04pm]: are you ok?

Over a week ago, the last time you saw or spoke to Taehyung, someone the two of you barely knew had brought up the fact that they thought the two of you were a couple. It was a harmless misunderstanding that, in the moment, you had found kind of funny. You thought Tae also found it funny as he had been laughing right along with you. It was, after all, just an acquaintance the two of you shared and what did it really matter if they were wrong about your friendship, anyway? They had apologized, and explained their reasoning behind thinking you were a couple. Your friendliness, your body language, the way you look at one another, on and on. Then it went just a step too far and suddenly, "You're just so cute together, you would make such a great couple!"

Really, the whole thing was so juvenile. After a simple misunderstanding, two adults should be able to brush it off and recover fairly easily from the embarrassment. If it hadn't been for the fact that you wear head over heels in love with him, it would've been a lot easier, you guessed. After so much silence from him afterwards, you were beginning to wonder if he even gave a shit about your feelings at all. After all, how else were you supposed to take his odd, week-long silence if not as a rejection of some sort?

Taehyung doesn't respond to your text for a while and you're feeling nervous all over again. You're wondering why he would even bother texting you to begin with. During his absence, you had begun to think that he was ghosting on you, and it hurt a lot to even consider that possibility. Losing him would be a big blow. He had been one of the only people you could rely on when you moved away from your hometown to the city on your own.

The day you met him, working at a local bar, he’d practically saved your life by calling over a bouncer to your table when he noticed from across the room that the guy who’d asked you out was getting way too friendly. You weren’t into it and the guy was getting frustrated that you weren’t fawning over his handsy advances. After the bouncer escorted the plastered, worst date of your life out, Tae sauntered over with a drink on the house just to make sure you were alright, and he called a cab to make sure you got home safely. The next day, you headed back to the bar in hopes to repay him for looking out for you, and offered to buy him dinner when he got off work that night.

Taehyung had encouraged you in your struggle to find a job, in starting your own life, finding an apartment, becoming the person you are today. Not having him in your life after everything you’d been through together, after how much you’d needed him over the years, would be the absolute worst case scenario.

Taetae [11:52pm]: do you wanna come over?

The notification from your phone, clutched in a vice like grip in your hand, startles you out of your thoughts.

You [11:52pm]: I was about to go to sleep..

Taetae [11:54pm]: come over :( I haven't seen you in days. you can sleep here

You [11:54pm]: why haven't you been answering my texts?

Taetae [11:55pm]: I've been busy with work and helping my roommate move in

You [11:55pm]: you finally found a roommate?

Taetae [11:56pm]: yeah, he moved in yesterday officially. there's boxes everywhere so don’t mind the mess. you'll have to be quiet when you come over, I think he's asleep already

You can't help but laugh at the way he's texting you now as if he's already decided for you that you're definitely coming over. With a roll of your eyes, you find yourself giving in just as easily as you always do when it comes to him.

You [11:58pm]: ok...I'll be there in, like, half an hour

Taetae [11:58pm]: be careful

The complicated part of this whole thing had never been Tae himself. He made it all very, very easy. Effortlessly comfortable to be around, endlessly charming and filled to the very brim with happiness, the only complicated part was the way that you had grown to feel about him. He was very easy to fall in love with. Even early on when you had resisted those feelings. At this point, they were much too strong to resist and you were simply… stuck. Because it had become apparent at this point that Taehyung absolutely did not feel the same way about you.

In the past, the winkwink, nudgenudge had only gotten you more physically close with Tae than what you had hoped for. Which was really nice, but not ultimately what you were hoping to achieve. There had been a lot of developments in the last two years or so that you had known and gotten familiar with him. You had slept in the same bed, limbs tangled up like lovers, far too many nights to count. Stolen kisses, a lot of hugs, lingering touches, intimate fingers dancing on goosepimpled skin, and long talks about your deepest fears and wildest dreams. Then there was the other girls. Girls who had come and gone, two, specifically, that you could recall with a dull ache in your chest.

Taehyung had always treated you differently than he did the girls he dated. He didn’t look at you the way he had them. Seeing those relationships, even the briefest ones that never got past harmless flirting, was eye opening for you. It kept your heart guarded and your mouth shut, as far as your feelings for him went. Despite the many things you’d shared that felt intimate to you, Taehyung had never opened up his heart to you the way you saw him do to others.

With your feelings hurt and your heart as weak as it felt, you had a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you were going to regret not staying in bed tonight. A distant, anxious part of you knew this was stupid and probably just a pointless waste of your time, but you still slipped on that dress you knew he liked and made sure to dab some perfume behind your ears and at the nape of your neck.

When you walked out of your bedroom, your roommate was lounging on the couch in her PJ's watching Netflix, and she smiled over at you, "Where are you going at this time of night dressed like the classiest whore I've ever seen?"

You couldn't help but laugh at Olivia as you rushed over to slip on your shoes, "Tae finally texted me back, he asked me to come over. I think maybe we’ll talk about stuff..." You tell her briefly, a smile lingering coyly on your lips, "I'm hoping I won't be back home tonight, so don't wait up."

"Seriously?" Olivia asks, her brows arched in surprise, "Awesome! Good for you."

You grin back her, "Thanks."

"Good luck, doll.” Olivia tells you, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You laugh, “Thanks, Liv. Goodnight.”

Olivia was the only person who knew how you felt about Taehyung. She thought he was sweet and funny and she was always encouraging you to let him know how you felt, but the timing was always off. After Tae's silence for the last week, you didn't have time to wait for the "right moment" anymore, and you definitely didn't have time to muster up the courage.

It was scary to think that maybe he didn't care about you after the last week, even if his excuse for being too busy to respond to your texts had been legitimate. Taehyung had always been the type of guy that hid his feelings and put up a wall to protect himself, you knew that and it made you feel weak in moments like this. When you can’t swim and end up drowning in your emotions, Taehyung is standing at the top of a tall dam, guarded and protected. If you were ever going to tell him how you felt, now was the time, regardless of how your hand was shaking when you lifted it to turn the doorknob leading into Tae's apartment.

He left it unlocked for you and the first sight that greeted you when you walked in was Taehyung, lounging on the couch with his long legs splayed open, wearing nothing but a pair of dark blue pajama bottoms. He's surrounded by boxes, some empty, some with various types of packaging garbage, all around the furniture. When he sees you walk in, he smiles but he doesn't move a muscle, eyes lidded and sleepy. You think that he must be tired from helping his roommate move, so you navigate the maze of boxes and plop down on the couch next to him.

"Hi." Taehyung smiles, reaching out his hand and motioning you forward to give him a hug, which you give to him happily. "How are you?" He asks casually, his voice not quite a whisper, but definitely lower than normal, so you match his volume, not wanting to wake the newest occupant of the apartment.

"I'm ok. I can't believe you were ignoring me all week." You tell him with a pout, hoping to keep the mood light but wanting to get right into it. You don't want him to think you're upset with him because, in truth, you aren't. It's impossible to truly be upset with him. Worried? Sure. Scared? Shitless. But you weren't upset with him, and even if he didn't feel the same way you did, you couldn’t fault him for that.

"Sorry," Tae tugs you over into another hug, a tighter one that draws you into his side and you tuck your feet under you on the couch, draping one arm over his bare midsection. "I finally got a response from my listing and I met up with the guy and we got along really well. We were hanging out all week and I've been busy helping him get moved in." He tells you briefly, adding, "You'll meet him soon, you'll like him."

You melt so easily into Taehyung's embrace, your cheek against his chest listening to the steady drumming of his heart and the deep tone of his voice. It makes perfect sense, when you think about it, much more sense than that he would be actively ignoring you because of what was said before. The word 'juvenile' is circling around your head and you feel bad for doubting him. To invite you into his home in the middle of the night and lay with you the way he was now, so comfortably and easily, had to mean that you meant something to him. Unless he accommodated all of his friends this way, but nobody else was here, and hadn't he always treated you special? At least, when you were together, just the two of you like this, he made you feel as if you were special. Separated from Tae for the last week, all of these doubts and fears cropped up, and you had wondered if he cared about you at all. Now that you were with him...none of it mattered anymore.

Nothing else could matter when he was warm and gentle and holding you in his arms. Or when he smiled at you and laughed with you. You make small talk for a little while, and he tells you what he's been up to the last few days. He asks about your work and Olivia, and he even brings up the awkward incident from the last time you saw him, mentioning it with a laugh as his hand repositions around your shoulders and suddenly his fingers are stroking through the strands of your hair. Your heart skips a beat when he brings it up, but he’s casual, even as he tells you with his low, raspy, sleepy voice, “I’ve been thinking about that a lot, actually.”

Taehyung’s fingers feel so nice as he pets you delicately, like you’re his favorite companion in the whole world as you lay side by side, curled up into one another. You fall silent for a while, and with the lights out and the faint blue light from the TV, you feel comfortable and at peace. It’s the way he pets your hair that starts to help you drift off to sleep.

He slips his hand from your hair, down your back, and lifts your shirt so he can stroke the bare skin of your side tenderly and you’re snapped out of your sleepy haze then immediately, because the touch of his hand feels much more intimate and deliberate than playing with your hair. Besides, the feel of his fingers delicately sliding up and down your side is giving you goosebumps. You have to remind yourself to breathe evenly as the pads of his fingers smooth across your skin, grazing you occasionally with his nails.

It's easy to get lost in the moment with Tae. He has this way about him that makes the atmosphere feel cozy and peaceful . You arrived at his apartment with trembling hands, ready to confront him and have a difficult conversation that you feared would end badly, but now that you were here it was like your objective had faded until his touch shifted to stroking your side had jolted you back to this reality; the reality of your friendship being different, special, maybe.. hopefully something more. The reality of needing to talk to him about it.

He chuckles at something that happens on TV, a quiet rumble in his chest that vibrates against your cheek. You don’t turn to see what he’s laughing at but instead turn to look up at his face, handsome and sleepy. His eyes are lidded and his lips are parted and full as his smile fades. He’s still petting up and down your side but he doesn’t seem to have any motive behind the touch, and you’re more than happy to let it happen. It feels nice, despite the goosebumps he’s leaving on you and the weight of your own thoughts that had followed the touch. You settle onto his chest again, using him as your own personal pillow, and he reaches with his opposite arm to lace his long fingers together with yours.

Taehyung stays like that for a long while, holding your hand, stroking up and down your side rhythmically. His fingers leave trails of warmth and electricity, his touch tingles on your skin ever so slightly, keeping you awake despite your eyes wanting to flutter shut.

“Mmm,” You hum to him sleepily, “Your hands are so nice.”

Tae doesn’t reply, but he shifts onto his side a little more, your head slipping off his chest. He’s not paying attention to the TV anymore, his eyes watching as his opposite hand now resumes stroking your side, smoothing over your bare skin. You squirm just a bit when he grazes feather light touches over your ribs, suddenly ticklish, and Taehyung lifts his gaze to meet your eyes, biting his lower lip to stifle a smile.

“What?” You ask him, unsure what the look he was giving you meant.

“Nothing.” He insists, but it’s the kind of ‘nothing’ someone says when there definitely is something, so you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously.

“Don’t.” You tell him, and he breaks out into a wide grin. “Kim Taehyung,” You threaten, “You better not tickle me.”

The laughter that bubbles up from him is contagious, and even with the threat of him tickling you, you can’t help but laugh, too. His hand is still under your shirt, pressed tight and warm into your rib cage, and you give him a warning look through your giggles, and he puts a finger to his lips.

"We have to be quiet, he's asleep." He reminds you, but he's still grinning playfully and for a moment, you're sitting there staring at each other when suddenly, Taehyung leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

"What's that for?" You ask him. Not like a kiss on the cheek was the most scandalous thing he had done. You've made out in the past but those were always chalked up to "Wow we were SO drunk last night" Even still, the kiss made your face tingle where his lips touched, and you knew you were blushing at him, thankful you were sitting mostly in the dark.

“What?” He asks you, leaning in and kissing your cheek again. “I’m not doing anything.” He says, and kisses you a third time, but he presses his mouth to the very corner of your lips.

You're frozen, unsure if you should respond to the kiss or cut the playful moment short and demand some answers from him, but before you can decide what to do, Tae's staring at you with lidded eyes, and his lips are full, his tongue coming out to wet them deliberately as his eyes flit down to focus on your mouth. And you're unable to think about literally anything else except the look on his face and the fact that he's definitely, absolutely going to kiss you.

He moves in and you shut your eyes, waiting to feel the pressure from his pillowy lips on yours. Instead, you feel his hand graze your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding leaving your lungs in an almost mournful sigh.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks instead, and you know you probably looked like an idiot, shutting your eyes and waiting for a kiss that never came, but the way he's looking at you so tenderly and touching you so softly makes you feel like the only other person in the world. You're unable to formulate any words, so you nod your head and swallow past a lump in your throat.

"We've been friends for a long time. And stuff like this keeps happening between us.." He trails off, and his eyes leave yours almost shyly and it feels so unlike him that you can't help but worry. Taehyung is loud, boisterous, unapologetically himself. It makes you wonder what it is he's going to ask, and despite your intentions for coming over here, you're suddenly afraid of anything between the two of you changing. Because what if the two of you can’t handle that change? What if it breaks apart your friendship entirely? What if this moment, now, makes it inevitable for you to lose him?

"Stuff like this?" You repeat back to him, mostly because if this is The Moment that you've been waiting for, you don't want anything to be left unsaid. You're afraid but at the same time, this is Taehyung sitting in front of you, tucking your hair behind your ear and then nervously ruffling the hair at the back of his head as he chuckles sort of awkwardly, avoiding your eyes.

"Don't act coy." Tae says, "That's not going to get us anywhere."

"I just want to know what you think 'stuff like this' is." You tell him.

"The flirting," He replies with a heart shaped smile that's spreading wide across his face, and you're delighted by the fact that he's now beginning to blush, too. "The kissing. The last time it happened, I said I was drunk but I wasn't really that drunk, you know?"

"So why did you kiss me?"

"Why did you kiss me back?" He counters.

You hesitate, feeling unsure. After a couple moments of struggling to put it into words in your head first, you finally tell him shyly, "It felt good."

Taehyung beams at you, all the light and warmth that you've ever felt in your life coming from the way he smiles all the way up to his eyes. He reaches out to you like you're the cutest little puppy and caresses your hair affectionately.

"It does feel good." He agrees, "That's a big reason why I wanna ask you this..."

"Ok. Ask me." You encourage him.

"It's just...I'd really, really hate it if something..." He trails off, his brows furrowing, deep in thought, and you realize at that moment that maybe what's been plaguing your thoughts all this time had been bothering him, too. At least enough to the point that he feels the need to be cautious choosing his words. He had always seemed like someone with no brain-mouth filter when it came to you.

With a sigh, he continues, "I don't want to make anything awkward between us. I think we have a really great friendship and I'm not trying to ruin that."

You're holding your breath, because it feels like this is it. But just like the kiss you expected earlier, Taehyung leaves you sitting there waiting for something that doesn't come. Instead, he asks you, "Do you think it would make things between us weird or awkward if we hooked up? I mean...beyond just drunken kisses and Netflix cuddle sessions?"

You fall silent, not at all expecting this to be the way the conversation was heading and you're unsure how to respond.

After a few moments of internally struggling, Taehyung speaks up again before you have the chance to form a coherent thought, "Listen, if you have someone that you’re seeing, or someone in mind you wanna be with or whatever, that's fine. I just...I guess I'm just hoping that we can add some more... fun to our sleepovers." He chuckles somewhat shyly, then he hesitantly asks you, “Do you treat all of your friends like this? Do you go to other guys’ apartments in the middle of the night and lay in their arms?”

You swallow thickly, shaking your head. "No...only you. And I-I’m not seeing anybody."

"Good." Tae smiles at you, "Nothing has to change between us, not really. We can stay the same as we always have been. Just, maybe we can do more things that feel good. Like kissing. And...you know...whatever else you like." He smirks in a way that's almost cocky, as if somehow he already knows what you like and he knows that he'll make you feel really good. It makes your blood feel white hot rushing through your veins and there's a cloudiness in your head. You feel drunk in a way. Mainly in the way that, when people are drunk, they don't really make the best decisions.

"Ok." You tell him.

"Really?" Taehyung seems surprised, like he thought he'd have to talk you into it but he has to be aware of how charming he is. He has to know that if he suggested literally anything to you, you would ultimately agree without much coercion. He has to know the hold he has on you, but yet, he his brows lift in disbelief, in genuine surprise at your easy response.

"Yeah." You shrug, "Why not?"

"I just… I mean, you're really ok with this? I'd hate to risk our friendship just for sex." He says. “So if you think it’s weird or feel like you aren’t into it in the slightest bit-”

"Maybe it’ll be worth it." You cut him off, tired of waiting for the moment when it was right here, right now, "Kiss me."

Taehyung is taken aback but he doesn't hesitate long. Just long enough to scan your face and decide that you definitely mean it. He's looking for any sign of apprehension, of any slight hesitation, and then he's leaning in kiss you again but this time, you don't dare shut your eyes. You keep them open and watch as his flutter shut, and he sweeps one of his hands into your hair at the back of your neck. He's so close you could count the number of dark stubbles growing on his upper lip but you keep your eyes on him until you feel the pressure from his lips on yours.

With a sigh, you purse your lips back into his and let your eyes fall shut. It's a much more gentle thing, to kiss Taehyung when you're both sober - there's no rush of alcohol in your bloodstream causing a similar rush in your actions. It's tender this time, and so, so slow. Tae doesn't move his lips at all at first, he just presses them to yours and breathes deep for a couple of seconds, in and out of his nose, his body shifting closer. He drapes his forearm over your lap and his fingers grip ever so slightly onto your outer thigh. You feel him pull back just enough so barely a breath could fit between you and your eyes crack open only to be met with his own, big, wide, curious ones staring back at you.

You don't want the moment to end, not so soon. With your mind reeling with thoughts and feelings that you aren't ready to deal with quite yet, you reach for his face with both hands and tug him closer so you can kiss him again. This time when Tae feels your lips, he properly kisses you, slotting his lips over yours and he sighs when he feels you respond. Then his tongue is pressing between you, swiping across your lower lip very carefully, asking permission, which you immediately grant to him. The hand on your outer thigh slides up, the dress you wore bunching into your lap, and he touches the bare skin of your thigh at the same time that he dips his tongue past your parted lips and into your eager mouth.

You're so lost in the moment together you don't hear the bedroom door creaking open down the hall, or the padding of someone's footsteps approaching, until they round the corner and spot the two of you.

"Shhit!" He draws the word out, as if he didn't mean to make a sound at all but it was too late - you and Taehyung were already jumping apart, startled by the intrusion. Tae makes eye contact with the owner of the voice over your shoulder, and you whip your head around in time to see a young man turn around on his heels and head right back from where he came from, mumbling an apology that's barely heard.

You turn back to Tae and he looks mildly amused, "Let's go to my room." He says, "We won't be interrupted."

He leads you to his bedroom and says that he'll be right back, and he shuts the door behind him, leaving you alone. Sitting on the bed waiting for him, you find yourself trying to resist the urge to stand up and run away. There's an excitement in the air but your nerves are getting the best of you since your kiss had been interrupted. Your head is reeling, and there's a great battle waging inside of you - should you stay or should you just bail and go back home? Should you follow through? Is this a mistake? Was this the right step to take next or were you setting yourself up for the most epic failure?

Tae returns after only a brief amount of time and he locks the door behind him before he moves to come sit next to you. "Sorry about that." He tells you, and when you don't reply, he cocks his head sideways, bending down a little to meet your downcast eyes. "Are you ok?”

You nod, but your throat is tight and you're too afraid to use your voice, knowing it will expose you. But Taehyung is intuitive and he picks up on it anyway, reaching out and affectionately grasping your hand. It's a simple gesture, one you're used to, but the taste of his tongue lingers in your mouth and you can feel the ghost of his lips pressing to yours and it makes even the most normal, platonic touches feel magnified. Like all your nerve endings have been rewired to be hypersensitive to him.

"If you don't want to do this, you don't have to." Tae tells you gently. "I understand if you don't. It was really stupid of me to assume this would be ok to just ask you out of the blue..."

"No," You tell him quickly, "It's not stupid, it's ok. It's fine. I mean...I'm just..."

"You're allowed to back down." He tells you, "I mean it. I won’t mind at all. I'll never mention it again and we'll just...pretend like it never happened."

You think to yourself that would be damn near impossible to do, realistically. Regardless you know that you aren't trying to back down. Not really. There's a lot of fears and doubts holding you back, and Taehyung knows you way too well for you to try and hide them from him. So you cringe even before you say the words out loud, but you force yourself to ask, "What's going to happen in the morning?"

Tae considers, his eyes never leaving your face. Cautiously, he asks you, "Can you trust me?" You don't hesitate to nod your head to let him know that yes, you absolutely trust him. "Then you don't need to worry about tomorrow." He says, and he sounds so calm and sure of himself and the situation, "You just need to trust me and relax. It's really no different than anything else between us, is it? I mean...it's just more. Nothing has to change. We’re just having some more fun together, that’s all."

Maybe if it wasn't for the fact that you were head over heels in love with him, you would have been reassured. Instead, you felt a stab directly in your heart, because as much as you liked what you had now, as much as you were afraid of losing him or being rejected, as much as you wanted more, you did want things to change.

Tae is waiting for you to say something and it happens all at once, but you find that the most overwhelming feeling that you can't push aside in the moment is that you don't want to disappoint him. You don't want to make him withdraw from you anymore than what he had in the past week, regardless of his reasons for doing it, so you swallow your pride and you put aside your fears and you try to smile at him warmly.

"Ok." You tell him, "I trust you."

He studies your face carefully, trying to find resistance or hesitance in your eyes but he can feel nothing but honesty and maybe a little bit of fear coming from you in that moment. You think that maybe he's a little bit afraid too, and maybe that's normal because of the subject at hand and the repercussions of what this could possibly do to your friendship. But Taehyung doesn't feel resistance or hesitation from you because you had already long decided there didn't need to be any of that. You trusted him and he was absolutely right, after all - things didn't have to change. Not just because you wanted them to. That would be unfair to him.

"Just do me a favor," Taehyung tells you quietly, and you find yourself listening carefully, hanging onto every syllable he speaks and watching his lips form the words as he speaks again, "Keep in mind this is about making each other feel good. Just be honest with me, and talk to me. If I do something you don't like, I'll stop and we'll move on." He says, "At literally any point, if you tell me to stop for literally any reason, I will."

"I know." You tell him softly.

"You said before, that you kissed me back because it felt good?" He turns more to the side to face you now, his leg pulling up onto the mattress and bending at the knee between you. "Did you like kissing me earlier, too?"

You blush, nodding your head.

"Do you wanna kiss me more?" He asks you, smiling mischievously before he adds, "And maybe let me touch you...?"

"Ok," You're damn near ashamed of the girlish tone of your voice all of a sudden. It matches the skimpy little dress you wore especially for Taehyung tonight and doesn't do anything at all to help you feel more confident or ready for what's about to happen, but it makes Tae laugh a little bit and the sound, somehow, soothes your very soul despite everything. "Do you care if we turn the light out?" You ask him hopefully.

"Why?"

"Because, I feel shy." You admit, "Please?"

Probably just as much as Tae makes you want to give into him, you know that he has a similarly difficult time telling you 'no'. He doesn't hesitate to walk across the room and shut off the overhead light, even if all the while he's complaining that "Doing it with the lights out isn't any fun."

"Neither is hearing a grown man say 'doing it'." You tell him and he laughs, flopping down heavily on his side next to you, patting the spot on the mattress behind you, indicating that you should lay back with him. You hesitate, biting your lower lip nervously.

"You don't have to feel shy," Taehyung tells you. "It's just me."

"I know," You sigh heavily, "It's you."

The weight of your words settle uneasily in both of your stomachs as you lay back next to him, avoiding his gaze. Taehyung props himself up on one elbow and reaches out to toy with a strand of hair by your ear. The weight of the silence that falls between you is almost crushing. You want to tell him how you feel but instead you find yourself wishing that you were better. Nicer looking, funnier, kinder, easier to get along with, but most importantly, you find yourself wishing that you were braver.

Taehyung has definitely never looked more attractive, you think to yourself as he lays next to you shirtless, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair around his finger and then back off again. His eyes are scanning your face carefully and you want to hide, feeling the burning of a blush creeping over your cheeks, but he's so enticing to look at you can't turn away from him.

"I promise we'll have fun." He says, finally breaking the silence. A smile breaks across your face that you're unable to hide at his words, and you nod your head, focusing on the freckle on his bottom lip instead of his eyes.

"Mm, I bet." You reply quietly.

"So...you're not going to back down?" He asks.

"No." You tell him quickly, "I'm not backing down."

"You can." He reminds you again, "At any point." You nod your head, and he smiles, biting lightly on his lower lip before he shrugs in a coy sort of way, "You won't want to, though. You'll be begging me for it all the time after this."

The laughter that bubbles up out of you does well to shield your unease from yourself for the time being, and you relax a little bit more knowing without a single, minute, modicum of doubt that he wasn’t just bragging. You know he’s going to take care of you in this way, the same way that he had always done - with affection and such an exquisite attention to detail. You had no doubt that after tonight you’d be frequently wanting more.

You could tell Taehyung that every brain cell you possess is telling you not to do this, and ruin the moment. Or you could live in it, for once in your life. You could face your fears head on and dive into the deep end. You could do what feels good and you were very, very sure that being with Tae like this was going to feel very, very good. The positives far outweigh the negatives, and with his smile in front of you and giggles coming from you as he wags his eyebrows suggestively, you finally are able to flip the switch in your mind and you decide to throw all caution to the wind.

"Fuck it." You say out loud, and you lift your upper body from the bed and reach across for Tae, grabbing his face and pressing your lips tightly to his own. He's still smiling when you initiate the kiss, but it fades gently as his tongue traces along your bottom lip sensually within two beats of your heart.

Taehyung doesn't feel the need to be overly cautious after you initiate a kiss between you for the first time. It's a victorious sort of rumbling groan that comes from his chest as he pushes you onto your back underneath him as he leans over top of you. With the lights out in his room, all of your other senses are heightened and you can feel, smell, hear and taste nothing but Taehyung as he consumes your entire existence with nothing helping your vision but the pale moonlight just barely trickling in from the singular window in his messy room.

You press your tongue back into his mouth, tangling the muscle along with his own as he hums in approval. Then all at once he draws back from you and you're left blinking up at his silhouette in the darkness.

"I really hate having the lights out," Tae tells you and you can hear from the tone of his voice that he was sulking and pouting about it, "You can't even see who's gonna fuck you so good."

You scoff lightly, "I know it's you, stupid." You tell him, and you stretch briefly under him, luxuriating in the weight of his body on top of yours - his long legs and small waist, his broad shoulders and his chest pressed to yours. "I know you so well, Tae, I can feel that it's you."

"Oh yeah?" He asks you, as if it were a challenge of some sort, and then he's pushing your legs apart with his knees, nudging your thighs wide, and grinding his hips down into your center. You feel the thick, solid ridge of an unmistakable erection pressing directly onto your panties, your dress ridden so far up your waist by now you might as well not be wearing it. Taehyung grinds his hard dick against you through his sweatpants and you let out a small gasp as he chuckles, his lips against your ear, "Does this feel like the Taetae you know? Hm?"

You shake your head 'no' in the darkness, and Taehyung can't see it but he can feel it and he chuckles again, pressing a kiss just under your jaw. His firm erection pressing into you is an entirely new sensation, a side of Tae that you hadn't familiarized yourself with yet, and the prospect of being able to do that soon was making your head spin.

"I'll keep the lights out for now because you're shy," He tells you, "But next time I want the lights on. I want you to see every little thing that I do to you. Would that be ok with you?" You nod your head, and Taehyung murmurs softly, "You said you'd talk to me...tell me."

"Y-yeah," You reply, your voice shaky, thoroughly distracted by the feel of him pressing long and thick and rigid right up against your panties and the prospect that he’ll want to do this with you again, even before you get started. "Yeah, that'd be ok."

Taehyung can tell you're affected by this, and he playfully chuckles even as he grinds forward even harder, pressing so tightly right up against your clit, the friction was making you dizzy. Vaguely you're aware of him asking if you like the way that feels and you begin to nod your head wordlessly but you recall that he wanted you to be vocal, so you clear your throat, and start to tell him that yes, you do, but he shifts his hips, rocking them into you just right, and a moan interrupts your words.

Instantly, Tae stops, pushing himself up and in the pale light of the moon streaming through the curtains of his bedroom window, you can see that he's smiling down at you, amused and mischievous.

"I think that's the first time I've heard you moan." Tae says, and his hands smooth up your bare thighs, shoving your dress up around your waist, then his hand slips under it, fingers skimming along your ribs until he finds the cup of your bra , and he leans down and presses his lips to your neck, "How can I make you do it again?" He muses huskily, kissing down your neck until his lips are peppering light kisses over the tops of your breasts, his hand bunching in your dress from underneath and yanking it down, your bra exposed. His tongue snakes out and he licks the spot where your skin meets the material of your bra, dipping in ever so slightly before he pulls back and hums in question.

"Maybe if I take this off of you..." Tae mumbles.

You take the hint, sitting up a little so his steady hands can easily slip your dress over your head, and before you lay flat, one of his hands is pressing on your back, holding you upright against him, and Taehyung kisses you, nice and slow, while the fingers of his right hand unhook your bra. When you lay back down, you're thankful the lights are out, because even in the darkness you feel exposed, but Tae doesn't give you time to dwell on the feeling before he's leaning over you, pressing his chest to yours, and his pillowy lips are slotting over yours once more. He gently sucks on your bottom lip, and the warmth of your shared body heat is both soothing and lascivious - calming your soul while simultaneously lighting a fire in your belly.

Taehyung's hands had always been one of your favorite things about him; big and soft, with long, beautiful fingers and wide palms - he was so nice to hold onto but even nicer to feel him touch you. You knew from experience that Tae was skilled with his touch. How many nights had he gotten you to fall asleep by playing with your hair or rubbing your back, laying across his chest like his literal baby? To have him reach for your body in the ways that he was now, to feel his fingers skim across your nipples to harden them and the way he cupped the fullness of your breasts deliberately to make you feel good was altogether thrilling and intoxicating.

If Tae's goal had been to hear you moan again, he was definitely going about it the right way. Your breath quickened and you found yourself wishing you could see his mouth in the darkness as you felt him drag it down from your collar bone, coming closer and closer to your right breast with every soft kiss. You manage to keep yourself under control enough so that you don't moan out right just from the feel of his fingers teasing your nipples, contained to just heavy breaths but the very moment you feel his soft lips press a gentle kiss to the bud of your hardened nipple your mouth falls open in a quick gasp.

Always watching and listening, taking notes, Taehyung realizes that you're particularly sensitive in this area and he's cautious moving forward, not wanting to push your buttons too much too fast but your breast is soft and warm against his lips and he can't resist parting them and letting the tip of your breast fill his mouth for just a moment.

That's what does it, a gentle little moan that escapes from you and he's so delighted by it that he copies his movement, mouth opening again and this time, he laves over your nipple deliberately with his tongue flat, and you let out a longer, louder moan this time.

Taehyung reaches up and he kisses your lips almost like a reward for the sounds you made, and he sounds intensely excited as he tells you, voice low and husky, "It sounds like a fucking melody, you moan so beautiful for me."

Blood rushes to heat up your cheeks and chest as you blush at his words but Tae means it, he didn't say it at all to stroke your ego or because he thought you wanted to hear it. It's evident because he's immediately back at your breasts, kissing them and occasionally indulging in lavishing attention to your nipples. He's gauging your reactions very carefully, but he kisses, licks, and sucks at your breasts as if the feel of you against his mouth and tongue feels as amazing to him as it does to you - as if the sounds emitting from you are truly like music to his ears and he, the conductor.

After a particularly loud and desperate moan, you recall vaguely that Taehyung has a roommate now. So you put in an effort to try to be at least a little bit quieter so as not to wake him. But also because you don't want to sound too needy too quickly. It feels too fast to be this turned on but his mouth feels like heaven, and he's doing everything exactly right. Just enough of his lips and tongue, just enough focus on your nipples and his hands keep them covered when his mouth isn't doing the job, so you feel warm continuously despite how wet he's getting your chest with his eager mouth and the cool air in the room.

The steadfast pounding of your heart is loud, thunderous in even your own ears and with his mouth all over your chest, you're sure Taehyung can feel it. Your thighs saw together, in desperate need of friction after a few minutes. Tae seems content, focused on your right nipple, and he even moans ever so quietly as he latches onto your breast and sucks hard. You feel overstimulated briefly, but before it gets so bad that you want to squirm away from him, he stops, releasing your breast with a soft pop and then his mouth is on yours, lips swollen and wet, but it's his hand that captures your attention more fully.

Taehyung is dragging one hand up your inner thigh, his fingers inching slowly towards your panties. You invite the touch, spreading your thighs open to give him room to touch exactly where you want him to. His fingers are gentle as he presses soft kisses to your lips, nuzzling into your neck when he makes contact with your panties only to find them dampened by your arousal. His hands are so big, even just a gentle stroking of his first two digits through your underwear feels like so much contact already, and you can't help but to gasp, your hands gripping tight onto his forearms.

"What?" Tae asks, pulling away from your neck, keeping his hand still as he looks down at you in the darkness and speaks gently to coax you into being more vocal for him again, "Does that feel good?"

You nod your head, and when you speak your voice comes out small and simpering and entirely unlike your own, "Yes...it feels so good, Tae."

This time, he rewards you by stroking his fingers along your slit through your panties, applying the slightest bit of pressure. Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness in the room by now, and you know he's watching you as carefully as he can, his eyes are so big even in the darkness that you briefly wonder if he's nervous, too. He licks his lips as he stares down at you and in a fluid movement, his hand slips down the front of your panties and his long fingers curve to the shape of your sex, cupping you gently. If he was nervous at all you couldn't tell, because his actions felt bold and sure of himself.

At this, you curse not having the light on but you didn't want to interrupt what he was doing to mention it. Instead, you focused on the way he kept licking his lips, a habit he had that sometimes made him seem like a nervous puppy.

Taehyung's fingers were gentle as he stroked up your sex, directly over your slit, not pressing firmly enough to part your lips just yet. He was warming you up to his touch skillfully, and every move he made was that little bit more that pushed you towards an inevitable nirvana. You could feel it with every nerve ending when he presses two fingers on either side of your clit and tenderly rubs back and forth. You don't even try to stop the moan that burst forth from deep in your chest, your nails digging into his sides.

"Ohh," Tae groans, "I haven't even gotten started yet~" He chuckles against your collar bone and grazes his teeth very gently along your skin, and then his fingers dip down to the source of your wetness, and he carefully presses the tips of two fingers just barely into your entrance. Your chest is heaving up and meeting his own, heart to heart as he leans over top of you, and he presses further inside as you grind your tailbone firmly into the mattress.

"Fuck." You hiss, "Your f-fingers are so long." He pulls back, and you think briefly that maybe you’re a little bit overeager. It had been a long time since anybody else had touched you like this and Taehyung with his long, slender fingers was reaching places that you never could with your own hands.

"Wait until you see my dick." Taehyung tells you, but he's unable to get the sentence out fully before he bursts out into a wide grin and then you're both just laying there laughing together for a moment, while his fingers stroke deep inside of you and he rests the heel of his palm right against your clit.

"You're so dumb." You sigh in between bouts of giggles, thrashing a little bit under him, "But I fucking believe you, though." You wedge your arm between you, reaching for the front of his pajamas, "Let me see it."

"You won't be able to in the dark." Tae points out in an almost smug tone of voice.

"Can I touch it?" You ask, biting your lower lip to stifle a groan when he shifted his hand and was rubbing your clit steadily with his thumb.

He pumped two fingers shallowly in and out of your pussy and leaned back just a little, putting enough space between your hips so that you could reach down into his sweatpants. The first touch was your fingertips skimming over the velvety skin of his shaft, surprising you because he was laying, without underwear, fully hard in wait for you. You smooth the pads of your fingers down and around him, and stroke to the base and then very carefully back up, inch by inch, and you giggle again.

"Taehyung~" His name left your lips in a playful, delighted way that made his heart bloom in his chest. You had always assumed that he would be big but to have him in your hand, firm and throbbing, it was almost too good to be true.

He flexes his hips forward, thrusting into your hand to speed up your movements and his fingers match the pace, unbothered by your reaction to his dick as his head bows forward and bumps into yours.

"Ah, fuck.." He groans into your ear and you shiver all the way down to your toes, curling them into the mattress in a desperate attempt to ground yourself as he picks up the pace even faster.

You're all of a sudden hurling head first into a full body orgasm and once Taehyung realizes, he stops fucking into your tight grip and his focus is 100% on you. He presses deep inside of you and fucks you on his fingers, murmuring soft encouragements.

“Yeah, that’s it...that’s it. Cum for me.”

You feel yourself coming back down, calming from your high when Taehyung, turned on by the sight of you convulsing and gasping, decides he needs to slide your panties off in a big hurry and get his mouth on your dripping pussy.

Your thighs start to clamp shut, and you gasp as his tongue licks flat over your swollen clit. He pulls back, looking up at you in the darkness and from this new angle, with the shadows casting over your faces, you can't make out one another's expression. So you still, watching him watch you in the darkness, and then he spreads your pussy lips with one hand and licks you nice and slow.

"Oh, my god," You whimper, "Tae.."

"Too much?" He asks you quietly, his voice low and husky.

"Mm...a little." You mumble, "I like it, though."

"Fuck." He groans and his head leans over to rest on your inner thigh, and you just know that if the lights were on, he'd be staring at your cunt adoringly. "I like it, too."

"You do?" You ask him, a little bit surprised that he would say that because, in truth, you had just been laying there underneath him, feeling good, but you hadn't really given anything back to him yet.

"Yeah, your hand felt really nice. And you taste delicious." Tae tells you, and if you squint a little you can just make out his blissed out smile as he rests on your inner thigh, "I bet your pussy feels amazing."

Your heart does flips in your chest, but you manage to tell him in a somewhat even tone, "Come and find out."

He doesn't need to be told twice, and is standing and shedding his remaining clothes, his hands greedy as he feels you for any remaining clothes, wanting your skin fully bare under him. He fishes a condom from the bedside drawer and slides it down his shaft, giving himself a couple of slow strokes as you lay under him, legs spreading wide to welcome him.

"How do you want to do this?" Tae asks you, his voice low and soft and you're thankful to him for making this as easy as possible for you.

"This is fine." You tell him, scooting back so your head rests on the pillows a little bit more comfortably.

Tae shuffles forward on his knees until he's able to hunker down between your spread legs and cover you with his upper body. Laying a few inches farther up the mattress, the light from the moon coming through the curtains is across his face and you can see that he looks ever so slightly concerned as his hand brushes your hair away from your neck and lays it across the pillow delicately.

"You ok?" Tae asks you quietly, eyes staring so deeply into your own you're very sure that he can see your very soul.

"Yeah," You breathe, your hands clutching his sides and you gently tickle up his back with your nails, a movement you knew he liked a lot. "Are you ok?"

He chuckles, bumping his forehead tenderly into yours, "Mhm. I'm great, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"You feel pretty great." You sigh, exposing your neck as his lips moved down from just below your ear to your shoulder. You lift your hips just a little, and feel him hard hovering above you. With one hand, you reach between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his shaft, guiding the tip to your entrance.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Tae groans, lifting his head from your shoulder and staring down between your bodies in the darkness, as if he was just hoping he could see himself slowly pushing inside of you.

It's a tight fit - it had been a while since you had taken anybody inside of you and Taehyung was thick enough that you felt the pressure of him stretching you open immediately, but the length of his cock seemed to go on forever. He stills, and you think that he's bottomed out but then he grunts and pushes forward just an inch or two more and your mouth falls open, a low groan escaping your lips.

"O-ohhh, Taehyung.."

"You like it?" He asks you with a chuckle, trailing his tongue up the length of your neck, biting onto your earlobe and pouting at you as he nuzzles into you adorably, "Tell me."

"Yes!" You gasp, "I lo...love it." You feel delirious and drunk on the sensation, being filled so fully and with a man in your arms who you care so goddamn much about.

It shouldn't make so much of a difference but it does. It's supposed to just be sex, a physical exchange of pleasure and nothing more, but it's evident that's not going to be the case the more that you let yourself get carried away with him like this. You knew you weren’t going to be able to separate sex and the way that you felt about him, but you let it get this far, and there was no turning back. Not when he filled you up so full and made you feel this incredible.

Taehyung begins to move inside of you and you feel your body heating up all over, a thin veil of sweat coating your skin and making everything between you feel deliciously slippery. You have to move him away from your throat, because he's panting so heavily against your skin that it feels like he's fogging you up, and you move him to your lips, kissing him deep and slow and messily.

You briefly think to yourself that, clearly, this was a mistake, because you're unable to put aside your head and, most importantly your heart in order to just feel him. But you don't have time to dwell on how much of a fuck up you are before Tae lifts his upper body off of yours, pressing his hands into the mattress by your head, changing the pace and the angle of his thrusts.

All coherent thoughts are wiped away when you feel a familiar stirring in your lower belly, a tightening in your muscles that makes even your toes curl as your legs come up to wrap around his lower back, holding him tightly against you.

"You're gonna make me cum, doing that." Tae gasps, and he tries to slow down a little because he wants it to last, but he can't stop chasing his high at this point.

The steady slap, slap, slap of skin hitting skin echoes around the room, mingling with his low groans and grunts, and your simpering moans and gasps for air. You're still trying to be at least a little bit quiet, hoping not to disturb his roommate but Taehyung is loud, unashamed.

He grunts out your name and then he's pushing your legs up by the backs of your knees, drilling into you so deep that you see stars. You're faintly aware of a wailing and it's when your throat begins to burn that you realize it's coming from you, and Taehyung hisses harshly down at you through clenched teeth, "Cum again, cum on my fucking cock."

The orgasm washes over you intensely, an earth shattering sensation that you feel with every nerve ending in your body, from your head to your toes. You convulse and twitch, push him and pull him, and eventually you lift your head off of the mattress and bite down on his shoulder harshly to stifle the sounds you’re making.

It's the bite that throws Tae over the edge with you, and his eyes roll back in his head as he cums, filling up the condom with harsh flexes of his hips rolling into yours. Taehyung's voice pitches up when he cums, and he sounds so good that you find yourself holding your breath to keep quiet and focus on his soft, desperate moans as he finishes.

When he rolls off of you and twists his hips to the side so he can remove the condom without making a mess, you breathe in deep, trying to control the frantic beating of your heart as your thighs squeeze together and you shiver.

"Fuck, that was amazing.." Tae sighs, turning briefly to reach over to the bedside table and click on the light. It illuminates across his naked body as he tosses the condom into the trash and lays back down, his eyes fluttering shut, chest heaving. "Really amazing."

You mean to agree with him, but your find yourself lost, distracted by the sight of his naked body in all it's glory splayed out in bed next to you. After a few seconds of silence, Tae's eyes open and he glances over at you curiously.

"Sorry," You tell him quickly when he catches you staring with a cocky smirk, "You're just...really good looking."

Tae chuckles and his brows raise, then he glances down at his cock, still rock-hard, and he flexes so that it bounces enticingly. "Want some more?" He asks you.

"No, no, no," You laugh, "I can't..."

But Taehyung knows he can get whatever he wants out of you, and he knows that you wouldn't be staring if you weren't interested, so he pulls you over on top of him, and rubs the bare head of his cock through your folds, pressing into you effortlessly from underneath you. You gasp, staring down at his chest and the way you can see his pulse pounding in his throat.

"Yes, you can.." Tae says softly, gripping your hips and encouraging you to ride him.

"Wh- oh fuck." You bow your head down, slumping over onto him even as your hips rise and fall on top of him, "What about another condom?"

"I won't cum so much the second time," He grunts, planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up into you, increasing the pace, "I'll pull out. Promise."

You nod your head, fucked beyond ignorance because there's no way you would ever let any other guy you'd ever been with take you raw like this, especially not the first night you have sex. But this isn't any other guy. It's Taehyung, and you’re not the same person you were before you got here, anyway - tonight, you’re his.

He's bossy when he's underneath you, controlling the pace with his hands guiding your movements if he's not just blatantly fucking you himself while you hold on for dear life. The second time isn't as quick, and your legs grow tired long before either of you are ready to cum again, but it feels so nice that you don't want to stop. His hands grab onto your ass cheeks and Tae buries his face in your chest, licking and sucking and biting at your breasts and you grip his hair and keep him there, bouncing on his dick and moaning his name, chanting it like it's the only word you know how to speak.

When you feel yourself beginning to cum, you push him away, planting your hands firmly on his chest and grinding down onto his lap, stimulating your clit and working his cock at your own pace, twitching and biting your lip to stop from screaming. Taehyung watches you in awe, eyes flashing and teeth occasionally gritting when your nails dig into his chest.

You begin to still, and you're breathing heavy and covered in sweat but Taehyung looks at you like he's still just as needy, and you ask him wearily, "Do you want to cum again?"

"Yes." He smiles at you sweetly, "Do you want to lick up the mess you made? Can I cum in your mouth?"

You nod your head, exhausted by this point and willing to do anything he asks of you. So you slip him out of you with a groan and slide down his body, admiring the thickness of his thighs briefly before you wrap your fingers around his shaft and guide him into your mouth.

The taste of your own orgasm coats him, making him slippery and easy to take despite how dry your mouth feels. It's intoxicating, and it surprises you how much you like sucking the taste of yourself off of his velvety skin while he groans and tangles his hands in your hair and tells you how good your mouth feels.

This time, when Taehyung cums, he's mostly silent save for a few grunts, and you're thankful there isn't much of the bitter tasting cum that spills on your tongue, finding it easier to swallow. He grabs you by your arms and drags you up his body, rolling to the side and flinging his leg over your hips. Taehyung kisses you deep until the taste of cum fades from your lips and tongue, then he wraps you up in his limbs and snuggles in close.

"Wow, ___..." He murmurs into the crook of your neck, using you as his own personal pillow and locking you in place with his arms and legs. "You're amazing."

Taehyung only moves away from you once, and only to turn off the bedside lamp, but then he’s wrapped up with you and falls asleep almost instantly after he gets himself comfortable. He leaves sporadic kisses on your neck and shoulder and before long, his soft breath is nice and steady and his grip around you is a bit more lax, and you know he's good and asleep.

You untangle your limbs, knowing he won't wake up without a good fight when he's this deeply asleep, and sit naked on the edge of his bed, glancing around his room as a fog of unease washes over you.

You feel nervous and you know waking up naked with Tae the next morning is bound to be embarrassing or awkward, so you slip on your panties and steal one of his shirts from the closet. Your body doesn't feel like your own, like Taehyung had claimed you tonight and somehow, you were left as nothing but a hollow shell of a person, nothing more than the mistake that you were very certain you had just made.

Thoughts were swimming in your head when you laid back down, attempting to keep your distance from him as he slept clinging to a pillow, hoping he didn't wake up and want to cuddle because you felt awkward and like a major fuck up.

Sleep was impossible. You laid there for an hour or more watching him sleep and wondering how in the world you could fix this come tomorrow, or if there was no salvaging the remains of your friendship after this, when you finally decided you needed to get out of bed for a drink of water and a quick trip to pee.

You're lost in your thoughts as you leave Tae's bedroom, leaving his door open wide as you head to the bathroom first. You finish up quickly washing your hands, avoiding your reflection in the mirror over the sink, pretending for a moment that you're someone else. That you're just one of the nameless, faceless girls that Taehyung had hooked up with over the span of the time that you'd known him. That you aren't yourself and that tomorrow wasn't going to reveal that you had ruined the one good, consistent thing in your life just for sex.

You don't hear Taehyung's roommate leaving his room and reacting with quiet disgust as he reaches in and shuts Tae's bedroom door, not wanting to see him lying naked and freshly fucked. You don't hear him head into the kitchen just a few paces ahead of you, so you're startled whenever you walk into the kitchen yourself and see someone's back as they lean down to get a bottle of water out of the fridge.

A loud gasp startles him into a quick standing position and he bangs his head on the freezer door, hissing and pulling away to see you standing there, hand on your heart.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I forgot anybody else wa-" You stop mid sentence, studying the face of the young man standing before you, rubbing the bump on his head. Something about him was familiar. His nose...the way his eyes were so big and round. It reminded you of someone from a distant memory, someone from a lifetime ago.

"...noona?"

The sound of his voice and that word specifically makes it all click in your head, and your mouth falls open in shock, your brain unable to form any words as you stare across the kitchen at him.

"Is that you, ___?" He asks, and he drops the hand rubbing his head and offers you a brief smile. "Seriously?"

You cover your mouth with both hands and try not to squeal out loud, rushing forward and flinging your arms around his neck. "Jungkook!!" You can't help the way your voice comes out in nearly a squeak of delight and surprise, hugging him as if your very life depended on it.

The younger man is cautious about hugging you back for only a second, when you pull away and cup his cheeks in both of your hands, squishing them together and you coo at him, "Look at you! You're all grown up, Jungoo!"

The nickname and the way you hold his face melts any resistance in him and he smiles, absolutely beaming at you, and hugs you back tightly to his chest. You bounce lightly as he embraces you again and he lifts you up off of your tip toes, causing you to squeal in delight and kick your legs back.

"You're so big, Jungkook!" You laugh in disbelief, "When did that happen?! I almost didn't recognize you!" He lowers you back to your feet and you step away, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Don't wake up Tae-hyung." Jungkook tells you in a hushed tone, but his smile is brighter than the sun as he looks over at you, and you feel tempted to squish his cheeks once more, but refrain yourself.

"He's a heavy sleeper, don't worry about him." You tell Jungkook briefly, "So...you're Tae's new roommate?"

"Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly, shuffling his feet and avoiding your gaze suddenly, "Yeah, uh...I just moved from back home. I didn't know you lived here, too."

"Oh, I don't live here." You tell him, "I'm pretty close by, though. How's your parents? Your brother?" The excitement in seeing someone from your hometown is completely overshadowing everything else, his awkward demeanor and the fact that you're just standing there in one of Taehyung's shirts and your panties.

Jungkook finds himself thoroughly distracted and flustered by the whole situation, especially considering the fact that he had spent the last few hours trying to drown out the sounds of you fucking his new roommate with loud music blaring through his headphones, which sometimes wasn't enough to stifle the noises that came from Tae's bedroom earlier.

"Yeah, they're good. Everyone's good." You realize he's avoiding looking at you now, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why.

"I'm really glad to see you, Jungkook." You tell him sincerely, now matching his levels of awkwardness as you try and tug the hem of Taehyung's shirt down farther over your bare thighs, "It's so crazy that you moved in here, of all places."

He chuckles, "Yeah...pretty crazy."

"I was just...going to get a drink of water," You tell him, "Sorry if I woke you."

"I haven't been to sleep yet." He tells you briefly, and he offers you the bottle of water he had gotten out for himself, still unopened. "You better get back to your boyfriend.."

"Oh..." There's a sinking feeling in your gut at his words, and you know he doesn't mean to hurt you, he can't possibly be aware of the situation and what was happening and in truth, anybody would think that way after catching the two of you making out earlier and hearing what was going on in Tae's room shortly after. Not to mention you're standing in your underwear in the kitchen in only Tae's shirt. It’s an easy mistake, but it doesn’t hurt any less.

"Tae and I...we're just friends."

Jungkook's brows shoot up and he turns back to the fridge in a hurry, unable to hide his expressions well but he doesn't want you to see that he's as shocked as he is. He gets another bottle of water for himself, being careful as he stands back up, muttering quietly, "Oh...sorry. I misunderstood."

"Don't worry about it." You tell him with a wave of your hand, "I, um...better get some sleep. I'm glad to see you again, Jungkook."

"Me, too." He smiles, "Goodnight, noona."

"Goodnight, Jungkookie."

#cytm #mine #taehyung smut #taehyung #bts smut #bts #v smut #v #bts v #i'm so nervous ab posting this #i worked hard on this and i really hope everyone likes it and looks forward to the next chapters #idk how long it's going to turn out to be in the end but i have Plans

684 notes · View notes