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rightsockjin · 5 years ago

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Hi, can i request 21 and Yoongi please?

Here you go! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Collage AU! Yoongi and you are in the same psychology class and he really can not stand you...

Rating: K+

Genre: FLuffY flufF Fluff... It’s fluff. but like a lil..

This was really fun to write and I can’t wait until I get to write the rest! Please send in an ask if you want to request a prompt!

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She’s just so obnoxious,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Then stop talking to her,” Joon said with a shrug as he turned the page of his book.

Waves of frustration ran through him. He didn’t really think that Joon wasn’t looking at him. He knew he was overreacting but he needed to blow off steam.

“I can’t,” he groaned for what felt like the millionth time.

“Why?”

Questions.

That was what Joon was made up of.

Whats and whens and whys.

Yoongi, being the introvert he was, usually wasn’t fond of people like this but Kim Namjoon had been an exception.

He’d never tell him that though.

It was too fun to roll his eyes at his -

Fr-

Frien-

Fr-fr-

*cough* friend *cough*

He did just that before running a hand through his dark hair.

“If I had a 500 won for every time you ask a question-“

“You’d be rolling in money- yeah I know,” Joon said, still not looking up. Carefully, he highlighted a sentence.

Yoongi watched as the perfect yellow line appeared against the slightly beige page filled with poetry.

Namjoon was anal about things like his notes and books and writing.

Yoongi on the other hand, wrote like a kindergartener and didn’t give a single shit.

Still... It was kind of satisfying to watch him highlight words.

“Still, I don’t see why you keep in contact with her if she gets on your nerves.”

Yoongi scoffed.

How many times must he explain?

“Because!”

When he didn’t continue, Namjoon finally glanced up through his lashes as if this would be enough to egg him on to continue.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, daring him to ask another question as he crossed his arms.

With an exasperated sigh, Namjoon grabbed a bookmark from his pence bag that was carefully coordinated by color and stuck it between the pages before he closed it and set it aside on the table they were sharing to study.

Study, being a loose explanation for their presence on campus since Yoongi had only set his multiple psychology books on the surface of the table and hasn’t touched them since he sat down half an hour ago.

“I‘ll bite,” Joon said, a smirk on his face as he straightened and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his tiny nose.

Yoongi smiled and waited for his Fr-Joon to ask him to continue.

Hey, he may be an introvert, but he had feelings and emotions that he wanted to get off his chest and Namjoon was a fantastic listener.

He never took his sarcasm to heart.

This is one of the many reasons that Yoongi liked...

Anyway-

“Because of what, Yoongi?”

A dopey smile graced Namjoon’s face as he rested his round cheeks on his knuckles.

This is what he was talking about.

Full attention bitch!

“Because,” Yoongi said once again as if it was an inconvenience to speak at all, “she’s the smartest person in my psyc classes! I refuse to acquaint myself with anyone who isn’t level with my intellect.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes tapping his long fingers against his dimples cheek.

“Big words for such a small man,” he said before breaking out into high pitched giggles.

“You know what isn’t small?” Yoongi challenged.

“Your ego-“

“My dick- awe come on man! Just once let me have my fun,” Yoongi groaned slamming a hand on one of the biggest and heaviest books he had.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the library aid glare in his direction.

He smiled and waved cheekily but shrunk into himself slightly before he turned back to Joon and his infuriating smile.

“You look like a big baby in those overalls,” Yoongi said when he couldn’t think of a good comeback.

Namjoon smiled and leaned back, his hands threaded in his hair.

“That’s the aesthetic I was going for.”

Stupid tree hugger.

Yoongi opened his mouth to say something else.

Probably something about his obnoxious habit of tapping his pens on the table when a chair was pulled up on his left quickly followed by one on his right.

Hoseok and Seokjin

Or as he liked to refer to them in his head-

Icarus and Narcissist

-weren’t exactly his friends rather, they were Namjoon’s friends but he tolerated them on most days as long as they didn’t come on too strong.

Today was one of those days that they got on his nerves instantly.

“Yo,” Hoseok half yelled, getting an annoyed “shh” from the library aid, his chair turned so the back was facing the table and his legs were spread on either side.

“How’s it going,” Seokjin added.

“Did your class end early?” Namjoon asked, looking down at his watch in confusion.

“Nah,” Hoseok answered looking at Seokjin mischievously.

“We snuck out of the lecture half way through.”

Namjoon scrunched his nose in distaste while shooting the library aid an awkward smile at Hoseok’s loudness.

“That is so irresponsible Hobi! Don’t expect me to stay up with you two all night for the next test like I did last time-“

“Oh don’t start with the lectures Namjoonie,” Hoseok groaned.

“We just snuck out of one, we clearly don’t want to listen to boring people drone on and on and on....”

“I hope you have fun failing your next exam.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Hoseok said clearly unbothered, “you said that last time as well.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. He’d never told Namjoon but that Hoseok really struck a nerve with him.

He was always relying on Namjoon to make sure he passed his classes since all of them were in the same minor- music.

He never did anything on his own and in general, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel he was using him.

Maybe he was jealous.

But nope that wasn’t it Yoongi didn’t do feelings aside from annoyance.

“Whatever,” Joon said, turning his attention back to Yoongi, “anyway, can’t you just- I don’t know, talk to her minimally?”

“Talk to who?” Seokjin asked curiously.

“Her?” Hoseok added, his eyes wide.

“Does Yoongles have a girlfriend?”

“Thanks a lot,” Yoongi said, staring directly at Namjoon with a ‘look at what you did’ expression.

Namjoon shrugged and blushed.

That was another thing.

Namjoon didn’t have a single filter.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Yoongi clarifies.

“I have a nemeses,” he said, his fist clenching on the table and his eyebrows connecting.

A slight silence followed after that.

Then like dominos, Hoseok burst out laughing, closely followed by Jin and then finally by Namjoon.

Yoongi felt his cheeks warm as the boys raucously laughed. Hoseok slapping his leg, Namjoon covering his mouth and Seokjin rocking in his chair.

“Wha-well she is! She’s like... top of my class! It’s always between me and her and it’s gone to her head!”

“Ah- Uh- a nemesis?” Hoseok asked between explosive laughter.

“Or like arch-enemy,” Yoongi said with a thoughtful sigh, accepting his fate as the boys laughed louder.

Even Namjoon, who was just as anal about following the rules- which Yoongi guesses had something to do with the pretty Library aid was laughing his full belly laugh.

“An arch-enemy?” Seokjin asked for clarity.

Yoongi nodded.

“She’s like my mortal enemy,” he finished.

Yeah

That felt right.

It was a couple more seconds in which the aid glared in their direction and their laughter died down.

Yoongi waited patiently for them to quiet so he could continue. Might as well. They all knew now.

When they finally did, Namjoon noticed the way the aid was looking at them and blushed, hiding in his oversized hoodie.

“Don’t you think that’s a little over the top?” Seokjin asked, whipping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“No.” He answered simply.

And he wasn’t.

You were everything he couldn’t stand.

You were inquisitive like Namjoon.

You were overtly loud like Hoseok.

And you were as full of yourself as Seokjin.

And on top of that, you were a genius?

You had all of their worst qualities, and

He.

Couldn’t.

Stand.

You.

Namjoon cleared his throat then, drawing his attention back to the group.

He looked flummoxed.

“Maybe we should go eat or something... I’m starting to feel bad for the people studying.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok giggles looking in the direction that Namjoon kept glancing in.

“It has nothing to do with the death glares that glasses is giving us, right?”

He pointed over at the aid who was indeed shooting daggers in their directions

“No!” Namjoon said instantly.

“It’s just that the library is supposed to be a quiet place for studying-“

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist English boy,” Hoseok said.

Yoongi scoffed.

“The best you could come up with was English boy?”

“Well I’m not an English boy,” Hoseok answered dramatically swooning.

“Clearly,” Namjoon murmured, putting his stuff in his satchel.

Yoongi began to pack up as well. He really had planned on getting some reading done while he was hanging out with Joon but he quite obviously got side tracked.

He’d have to do it later.

“So where do we wanna eat, gang?” Hoseok asked, standing up.

“I think I’m gonna pass,” Yoongi said, realizing that he hadn’t started on the paper he was supposed to do yesterday either for his music theory class.

“Awe no,” Hoseok moaned grabbing Yoongi’s shoulders, “it’s all of us or none of us!”

Yoongi huffed and pushed his arms off of him, “then I guess it’s none of us. I have a shit ton of homework to do and you people distract me.”

Namjoon crossed his bag over his chest and squinted at him.

“But hyung,” Namjoon began, “you’re the one who asked to meet in the first place.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s really not that hard,” you said as you spread your perfect color coded notes all over the table that you and Yoongi were working on.

Then your computer

And your pens that were sorted by thickness and color.

And your textbooks.

When you were done, Yoongi only had about a quarter of the space you had.

Given, he just had his laptop and a single notebook-

No pen though.

It was still rude how you had taken the entirety of the space available for BOTH of you.

“It’s rooted in the way that humans tend to identify with colors and pictures. We can’t help but to interpret art in a way that speaks to us which is why it’s so useful for therapy.”

“I know that,” Yoongi snapped with a roll of his eyes, “I just don’t know if it’s the most useful strategy when it comes to someone who’s never been in therapy before.”

He bit at his thumb in thought.

“Why wouldn’t it be? It would take a lot of pressure off of the psychologist and the patient so they don’t feel cornered into talking about their feelings.”

“Well what if the patient is uncomfortable with their art work? Or they have no interest in drawing or music? How would you go about that?”

Yeah.

Art therapy was great.

Honestly, that’s the branch that Yoongi wanted to study and had chosen the topic for that exact reason.

He just hadn’t expected you to choose it as well.

Now, he was trying-

And failing

-At trying to discredit the practice.

“You have them look or listen instead. Then they can just write what they feel. It’s simple Yoongi.”

He grunted, leaning back against his chair.

“Okay fine. Put that into the powerpoint,” he conceded.

“I will.”

You booted up your computer and he lost himself in the sound of the keys you pressed.

On his screen, he could see the shared PowerPoint and her cursor moving. He’d done maybe two of the slides on it because you were so over the top controlling that he’d given up trying to contribute.

“Hey Yoongi,” you said as you continued to type.

He peeked up at the sound of your voice from behind his screen.

“Can I ask you an uncomfortable question?”

Yoongi’s blood ran cold.

She seemed to take his lack of negation as confirmation.

“How long have you been in love with me?”

How long had he-

Had he-

Wha-what?

Were you kidding?

Yoongi laughed. Obviously it was a joke.

But you stopped typing and looked over at Yoongi.

Your hands were folded on the table next to your notebook.

Your glasses rested on the tip of your nose.

Your bun was messy. Strands of hair framed your face.

The top button of your white shirt was undone.

You weren’t amused.

“Wait,” he leaned forward, slapping his hands on the table and leaning forward, “you’re not serious are you?”

With a single finger, you pushed the black frames up slowly.

Tiredly.

“I am.”

How could someone misread him so badly?

Yoongi took a deep breath.

“Y/N,” deep breath, “I am not in love with you.”

With a soft smile that sent his stomach in a frenzy and a scowl on his face you leaned forward.

“Has anyone ever told you that there is a fine line between love and hate?”

“That’s just a theory,” Yoongi said instantly leaning back. If that’s all you were going off of then you had no basis to your hypothesis.

“A theory grounded on the intensity of emotions and the predictability or lack thereof of human psyche.”

He scoffed.

Not Yoongi’s.

He only held disdain for you.

While he really hadn’t thought that you would notice his clear dislike of you, he was a little confused as to why you would think it would lead to him falling in love with you.

This wasn’t a romcom.

Right?

“Look, Y/N,” he chuckled, “the only feelings I have for you are-“

Stop.

Don’t say it.

“Contempt.”

You raised an eyebrow at that.

A pretty smile-

What? Where did that come from?

A smirk tugged at your lips.

“We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Yoongi couldn’t take it any longer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He’d had enough.

ENOUGH.

You hadn’t spoken to him ever since your presentation.

And it was a great presentation!

He even spoke and everything!

People were shocked.

He was pretty sure almost everyone in that class thought he was mute.

He had even been extra nice right before so that you won’t give him a bad peer review.

So. *Inhale*

*exhale*

Why in the name of all that is holy did you suddenly decide to not speak to him or even so much as glance at him?

He walked into class that day and had been kind enough to save you a seat.

Out of the pure kindness of his heart mind you.

Kindness that he displayed for no one.

And yet you had bypassed him entirely and sat way in the back without so much as a friendly hand wave.

What a bit-

*tire screech*

In the end, he supposed it didn’t matter.

You’d been a pain in his side since you both started your degrees and it would be much easier to destroy you if you weren’t friendly.

Fine.

Okay.

Good.

If it was a war you wanted it was a war you would get.

…

...

....but why hadn’t you talked to him?

Had he hurt your feelings?

Maybe he shouldn’t have told you that he hated you.

Well not that he hated you more like he just thought you were beneath him or something like...

He surmised that girls tended not to like when men told them they hated them.

He’d been rude.

But it wasn’t his fault...

After all, isn’t it rude to assume someone is in love with you?

Conceded at the very least.

He knew you were full of yourself, what with your hanging mirror key chain and selfie studded phone case, but that was just too far.

To assume that because someone didn’t like you...

They were in love with you?

You were clearly in the wrong field.

Yoongi must have scoffed out loud because Hoseok, whom had been the first of the Fr-

*gag*

Of the boys to show up, looked up from his pizza menu quizzically.

“What’s on your mind Yoongles?”

“For the millionth time, Hoseok-”

“I doubt it’s been a million times-”

“Please,” he sighed, “don’t call me Yoongles. My name is Yoongi... call me hyung if you want-”

Hoseok made a high pitched noise somewhere in the back of his throat and put a hand over his chest.

“I thought you would never ask!”

He launched himself across the table and wrapped his arms around his neck, his cheek pressed against him.

“Tha’usen’t a’question...”

it was then that two sets of footsteps neared their table near the back and Yoongi felt his cheeks burn.

“Get off me,” he said in a monotone voice, using his palm to push Hoseok’s face off of his.

Joon and Seokjin stood side by side watching the two sitting men with confusion written all over their faces.

“Okay who died,” Jin asked looking at Hoseok’s now down cast expression.

“My Love for Yoongi hyung,” he said melodramatically.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and scooted towards the end of the booth so Joon or Jin could slide in.

It was Jin that sat next to him.

Joon slid into the opposite side only for Hoseok to wrap himself around his strong arms.

“You love me don’t you Namjoonie?”

“Sure,” Namjoon said, patting his friend’s head.

Hoseok shot Yoongi a smug glare as if he was meant to be hurt by his actions but he couldn’t care less.

He shrugged.

Clearly not taking kindly to being ignored, Hoseok cleared his throat

“Keep your balls blue Hyung...”

Namjoon scrunched up his whole face and pulled his arm from Hoseok’s grasp.

“Dude,” he said, “we’re about to eat!”

“Where did that even come from,” Seokjin questioned, looking Yoongi up and down as if the answer was written on him.

“I have no idea,” Yoongi answered with a slightly embarrassed shrug.

“Yoongi hyung’s been muttering about that girl in his class for the last 10 minutes. My guess is he’s frustrated.”

Joon and Jin turned to look at Yoongi who looked at Hoseok disgustedly.

“How many times do I have to say that I DON’T like her?”

The three men blinked at him in confusion.

“When have you ever had to clarify that?” Namjoon asked with his eyes wide.

Ha-hadn’t he?

Yoongi realized his mistake.

He’d told you that.

Not the guys.

Well Fuck.

“I just meant that I shouldn’t have to clarify that.” Yoongi said, trying to ignore Seokjin and Hoseok’s excited looks.

“Don’t push my buttons,” he warned just as a waitress approached with a fake smile and tired eyes.

“We won’t,” Jin assured making Yoongi relax slightly.

Then under his breath

“Looks like someone else already is.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Y/N,” Yoongi yelled after you as you hurried out of class.

You had a stack of books in your arms and your bag seemed extra heavy.

Your hair was pulled up and out of your face again.

You seemed to be in a hurry.

You didn’t stop. Maybe you hadn’t heard him.

He called out to you again but you seemed to be walking faster.

He sped up.

So did you.

“Y/N!”

But you didn’t slow and then you got lost in the crowd.

Yoongi stood in the middle of the sidewalk totally confused.

With a sigh, he walked back to his car and drove home for the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi grabbed your wrist loosely so that you could pull out of his hold if you wanted.

He didn’t wanna like...

Freak you out or something.

To his surprise, you didn’t pull away.

You stopped walking.

He had a whole speech planned out.

He’d written questions

He had his journal in his hand color coded and everything!

At Namjoon’s suggestion.

So why is it that now that he was looking into your eyes that he froze?

“Yes?” You asked with the most monotone expression he’d ever seen.

He opened and closed his mouth in confusion.

He looked like a fish out of water.

Why was he so thirsty?

He felt like he’d eaten a whole box of saltines.

As he looked at you he realized...

Had you always been this pretty?

He blushed profusely.

He let go of your hand.

He said nothing.

And now HE took off in the opposite direction.

See...

Yoongi wasn’t used to feelings.

As it was he didn’t even like the idea of calling the boys his...

Fr-

Frie-

*clearing throat* FrIEndS.

He’d never really had friends before anyway and he’d been just fine.

Feelings weren’t part of the equation ever.

It was business.

They were in similar classes and that was that.

So why did his hate for you, suddenly not feel so bad?

So heavy?

Why did Yoongi feel like he could fly?

Without thinking, he must have made it to the dorms because the next thing he remembered, he was standing before Seokjin’s door panting and sweating.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see both Joon and Hobi-

Hoseok

-in the room.

They looked at him expectantly.

Like they already knew what he was going to say.

But they couldn’t know.

Though... Namjoon was highly receptive. He had a way of reading Yoongi that he’d never considered and was always ready to listen. He’d always made time for him even when his perfectly made schedule didn’t match Yoongi’s request to meet up.

Hoseok smiles at him from one of the beds. His body was stretched out across Joon’s lap.

There was a little sun sticker on his nose and two stars on his forehead.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile back.

Hoseok may be annoying but he sure as hell knew how to make Yoongi smile and forget his current situation.

“Yoongi?” Seokjin asked.

“Did you...” with wide surprised eyes, “run here???”

His perfect nose twitched in concern.

“Hey hyung,” Yoongi said with a tiny bow.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” he answered, clearly surprised at Yoongi’s honorific.

He opened the door wider and let the flushed man in.

The room was small.

It felt cramped with all four of them in there.

Especially with Namjoon’s long legs but no one mentioned it.

“Is something wrong hyung,” Namjoon asked with concern on his features.

Ugh. Feelings.

“I Uh- no...”

“You know,” Jin began closing the door and sitting on the bed opposite Joon and Hobi-

Hoseok.

“For a psychology major you really don’t do a great job of analyzing your own feelings.”

...

He had a point.

How was Yoongi supposed to help other people when he couldn’t even help himself emotionally?

He cleared his throat, realizing that they were all looking at him expectantly.

“This is a safe place hyung,” Hoseok said with a smile, sitting up as if this made it more official.

Yoongi has to admit...

his... friends...made him feel safe.

With a deep, pained breath, Yoongi began.

“You guys know that girl I’m always complaining about?”

“Your mortal enemy ™️ ?” Hoseok asked excitedly.

Like a puppy.

A cute puppy.

Yoongi smiled.

“Y/N... yeah... uh she’s been ignoring me lately.”

Seokjin places a hand on his shoulder so he would look at him.

“What did you do?”

Yoongi scoffed

“No-nothing! I didn’t... okay well I did tell her I didn’t really like her but I mean- it’s not like it was news? Isn’t it obvious I don’t like her?”

The room was dead silent.

Yoongi expected his friends-

Hey that was getting easier to think about-

-to instantly say that it was clear as day that he hated your guts.

Instead, all the boys, his friends, avoided his gaze.

“Isn’t it?” He pressed in concern.

“Hyung,” Namjoon began with a pained expression, “if I'm being honest... I always thought you had a crush on her.”

Wait what?

“Yeah,” Hobi joined in as soon as he realized he didn’t have to be the one to break the ice, “you’re always saying how intelligent she is. How you only associate yourself with her. Damn you barely associate yourself with us! The fact you want to speak with her is kind of huge!”

“But... but I- No! That’s only because I need someone to be partners with in class!”

“Then why,” Seokjin cut in, his voice firm, as if he had the winning argument and he knew it, “do you insist on talking to her outside of class all of a sudden?”

Yoongi was ready.

He opened his mouth ready to explain exactly why he wanted to speak with her after class when-

He had nothing.

Not one thing.

There should be no reason for him to want to speak with you outside of class.

He should only be putting up with your smart... cute...-

*bleh*

mouth in class.

He closed his mouth and looked down at his thighs.

“Dude... have you ever considered that maybe... just maybe... you hate her so much because you’re attracted to her?”

Yoongi looked over at Namjoon. His eyes were soft. It was just a question.

Namjoon would have made a good psychologist.

Yoongi thought back to all those times he’d been irrationally angry

Like that time he’d gotten a lower grade than you by one mark.

Or that time you had corrected him in front of the entire class when he had answered a question in class.

Or even recently, worse still, when you began to ignore him.

Under the anger were other feelings.

Pride.

Surprise in like a good way.

Hurt...

“Wait let me get this straight,” Yoongi said as his heart raced.

The boys waited with baited breath.

“You’re telling me that you think I’ve fallen in love with my self professed mortal enemy?”

Hoseok blinked at him then from out of nowhere, he pulled out a sticker sheet and peeled one off.

He aggressively placed what looked like a smiley face on his forehead.

“Gold star for hyung!”

“That’s not a star Hobi,” Namjoon said with a roll of his eyes.

“Well I don’t have any more stars! I only have smiley faces!”

Yoongi groaned, reaching up to pull the sticker off but one pleading look from Hoseok and he retreated.

Hobi smiled.

“ I don’t know if you’re in love per se... I think maybe you have a crush on her? It’s just always felt like behind all your complaining there was-“

“Love,” Hoseok interrupted.

Namjoon glared at him turning to look at him.

He was met with a little tree sticker on his nose.

Namjoon stared at it surprised and effectively shut up.

“Yoongi hyung’s in love,” Hoseok singsonged.

Yoongi felt his cheeks reddened deeply. He held his face in his hands to cover it up but his ears were a five away.

“Look how red he is!” Jin said beside him.

“Oh my God it’s true!” Hoseok said with a gasp.

“Do you really like her Yoongi?” Namjoon asked.

This was what hell was made of.

~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was later that same day that you guys had class together again.

This time, Yoongi knew what he had to do.

When time was called for the class to be dismissed, Yoongi was prepared. He packed everything quickly and ran after you without calling out your name.

This way you couldn’t run.

Was that creepy?

That sounded creepy.

Anyway.

He tapped your shoulder and as if in slow motion you turned.

A pink aura surrounded you.

Your eyes sparkled.

Wow... you’re really pretty.

AND YOU WERE SPEAKING TO HIM.

Focus Min Yoongi!

“Wh-what?”

Smooth Casanova.

“I asked what you wanted.” You answered with a concerned expression.

“Oh... right,” Yoongi said, rolling his shoulders back and taking a deep breath.

“I just wanted to apologize.”

You raised your eyebrows,

Yoongi?

Apologize?

“For what?”

“For... for telling you I dislike you.”

“If I remember correctly, you mentioned contempt.” You said, your arms crossed but you didn’t seem mad. Just curious.

“Right. Well it was wrong of me to say. You are very smart and capable if it wasn’t obvious from our perfect score on the presentation.” He complimented

“Right, yeah, I know,” you said.

Silence.

“Well if that’s it then I have to go.”

Yoongi reached out for you, grabbing your hand with his much bigger one.

A fierce blush blossomed across his cheeks when u didn’t pull away.

It felt nice to hold your hand.

“I... I also wanted to say that...” this was it.

This was the movement everything changed.

Do or die.

Fight or flight!

“Yes?”

You knew.

He could tell in the way you smiled at him.

The way you raised a perfect eyebrow.

You knew.

It had come down to this.

Yoongi thought back to that day when you had first proposed the idea that he might well be in love with you.

And then he wondered…

Had you been ignoring him…

To prove a point?

It was a fact, psychologically, that distance made the heart grow fonder.

It wasn’t just a saying.

It was a genuine way for couples to appreciate what they had.

A common practice suggested by therapist.

Had you...had you just forced him to come to terms with his-

He cleared his throat.

“You... you were right... about um... your-your theory.”

He couldn’t look at you.

Yoongi was never one to show his true feelings.

Did he even have any?

...

But damn it they were bursting for his every pore at that moment.

He felt you take a step closer to him.

His heart stopped.

He looked up at you slightly.

You had a pleasant smile on your face.

You tightened your grip on his hand.

Your face was getting closer.

His blood pumped through his veins at inhuman speeds.

He could smell your summery perfume.

Your lips were inches away.

Yoongi has kissed girls before.

But something about the prospect of kissing you had him feeling like it was his first kiss all over again.

His eyes fluttered closed.

He puckered his lips.

But the kiss never came.

He opened his eyes only to see your face, still very close.

A smile on your mouth.

The mouth he thought should have been on his.

You reached up with your free hand and plucked something from his forehead.

You showed it to him.

The sticker.

Hoseok’s smiley face.

“You had this on your forehead,” you clarified.

He was mortified.

He’d forgotten...

“My friend....”

Friend.

“My friend put it on me earlier and I guess I forgot about it....”

You shrugged, placing the sticker on his cheek instead.

“Cute,” you said before you got on your toes and placed a soft peck on the places you’d set the sticker.

How-

Did you just-

Was that-

You kissed-

“Do you maybe wanna get an ice cream? We can talk more if you’d like?”

Yoongi nodded dumbly, letting you lead the way.

You smiled up at him.

He smiled down at you.

He reached up and touched the sticker with tender fingers.

He’d have to thank Hoseok later.

Yoongi fucking loved stickers.

Masterllist

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Alec and his Cinderella

Word Count: 6,198 Alec x reader Part Five - Final Part. Warnings: Alec is aged up. Fluff, Angst, NSFW

Request for @wallwriterstuff - Y/N goes through her transformation and has fun exploring her new immortal life with Alec and her friends at the castle. Y/N also learns to develop her gift.

Alec, Y/N and Ness returned to Volterra the following summer after graduating High School. It had been agreed that Alec would change Y/N about a month after they arrived back at the castle but Y/N had one condition that she hoped Aro, Caius and Marcus would agree to when the time came.

Aro was very pleased to see that Ness had come back with Alec and Y/N “Welcome back Ness, so happy to see you again” “Thank you Aro. I remember you said I’d always be welcome and well…after the past year a change of scenery was needed” She replied “Yes, Alec mentioned it’s been a rough year with regards to…Jacob. You’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you’d like my dear” Aro smiled at her “Thank you Aro, that’s very kind of you”

Ness made her way to Demetri’s room and knocked on the door; a few seconds later the door opened “Ness” He smiled and wrapped his arms around her for a hug “Demetri” Her arms wrapping around him too “I’ve missed you” He pulled back a little and pulled her into his room, she closed the door behind her with her foot “I’ve missed you too. Alec mentioned you were coming back with him. How are you?” He asked as they took a seat on the sofa “Not so good…it’s been a rough year. As you know Jake’s behaviour got worse once I got back after my stay here last summer” She replied low “I’m just glad mom and dad understood why I wanted to come back here, why I needed to come back here” Demetri wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his side “You can stay with me for as long as you’d like little one, you know that. I promised I’d keep you safe and I always will” He placed a kiss to her hair and felt her relax into him “I’m glad you said that Dem because I plan on staying a while” She placed a hand on his chest and snuggled into him “I feel better now I’m here…with you” Demetri smiled hearing this “I feel better now you’re here with me too Ness.”

A few days Y/N asked if she could meet with the masters but in a less formal setting than the throne room; it was agreed that they would meet in Aro’s private study. “Hello Aro, Caius and Marcus” She greeted when she and Demetri entered Aro’s study “Hello Y/N, Demetri. It’s nice to see you both” Aro greeted “I-I would like to discuss my transformation with you…if I may?” “Of course Y/N. What about your transformation would you like to discuss?” Caius asked “I know Alec is a little worried / nervous about turning me as he has never turned anyone before, so I wondering…if Demetri could be the room too…just in case?” She asked low “I don’t see that being a problem as long as Demetri agrees” Aro replies “Although you should know Y/N that Demetri hasn’t turned anyone either…” Aro continued before Marcus cut him off “Brother, Demetri has witnessed a few of the guards being turned by us remember and I am sure he will step in if Alec needed or wanted his help. Isn’t that right my dear boy” “Of course master, I’d be happy to be there for Y/N and Alec when he changes her” Demetri replied smiling at Y/N “Thank you” She replied looking at the four vampires.

Later that afternoon Y/N told Alec about what had been agreed between her and the masters “I hope you don’t mind but I thought we’d both feel better with Demetri in the room when you turn me” Y/N said low “Of course, I don’t mind. If I am being honest, I was planning on asking Demetri to be here with me when I changed you…just in case” Alec replied smiling wrapping his arms around her.

The following day Demetri, Ness, Jane and Felix decide to try distract Y/N from her upcoming transformation and drag her and Alec outside to the garden “Right Y/N I want another go at trying to track you as I’m curious as to how you are able to just ‘disappear’” Demetri said looking at Y/N “Ok sure I‘ll just be over there somewhere” She points to the other side of the garden. Demetri closed his eyes and took a breath and then tried to track Y/N; he found her instantly but after a few steps in the right direction, he stopped “What the..? Not again” Demetri called out sounding a little frustrated “What happened Dem?” Ness asked “Y/N…she’s disappeared…I-I can’t track her” He answered her “What are you on about D? She’s right there, I’m looking right at her” Felix said sounding amused “Yea right Fe” Demetri replied “No he’s being serious she’s standing right there, look” Jane said pointing at Y/N. Demetri made his way over to Jane and looked to where she was pointing “Huh, so she is. Well…that’s impressive” Demetri smiled looking at her “Hey Y/N you win, I couldn’t track you” He called out but she doesn’t answer, in fact she doesn’t move. “I don’t think she can hear me” Demetri sounded a little confused but then he started to realise something “Oh she’s good…even if she doesn’t know it” He says continuing to smile at her “Demetri what is it?” Alec asked “I’ll tell you once she’s changed if it still happens” He replied, the others nodding.

A week later Alec and Y/N are preparing for her transformation “Are you sure you’ll be ok changing me? I’m sure if we ask Demetri he would change me instead” She said looking into Alec’s eyes and holding his hand “Of course I would cara, anything for you Cinderella” Demetri said as he entered Alec’s room “I’ll be ok changing you Y/N, I’m just a little nervous…and although I’m happy you’ve agreed to spend forever with me I’m going to miss…certain things about you...” “Really Alec?” Demetri teased “Not that…I meant hearing her heartbeat slow as she sleeps, her warm hand in mine, the little…human things” Alec said smiling and holding Y/N’s other hand in his “I love you Alec” She kissed his lips “I’m ready when you two are” Y/N says and she leads Alec over to the bed “I love you too Y/N. I’ll see you in a few days” Alec placed a kiss to her forehead and then he kissed her neck before biting down letting his venom enter her system; tasting some her blood in the process. Alec felt Demetri’s hand on his shoulder “That’s enough Alec” Demetri said low; Alec pulled back and licked the bite wound closed “Thank you Demetri” Demetri nodded once “Would you like company Alec?” “I would yes, I need a distraction” He replied low.

Demetri stayed with Alec for the first day playing chess, cards and answering his questions about Ness “Demetri can I ask you a question?” “Of course Alec” He replied giving him his full attention “It-it’s about Ness” “What about her?” “You know she likes you right? That you’re the reason she came back this summer…she missed you” Alec said looking him in the eyes “I know and I like her too…I missed her too. I’ve told her she’s welcome to stay with me for as long she’d like and I reminded her that I’d keep my promise to keep her safe…always” Demetri replied honestly “Please don’t hurt her Demetri. I really do see her as another sister” “I could never and would never hurt her Alec. Just the thought…” He trailed off shaking his head, Alec smiled at him “You know what that means right?” “Yes Alec…but…it’s complicated” Demetri replied “I don’t think it is…” Alec smiled back “Anyway where is Ness today?” “She went shopping with Chelsea and Heidi. They wanted to get to know her a little and figured a shopping trip was the best way to do that. They also knew I’d be here with you today as you’re turning Y/N” Demetri replied “That was nice of them and Ness enjoys shopping” Alec responded “That she does” Demetri smiled “I even gave Ness my credit card” He chuckled “They’ll definitely be gone a while then” Alec chuckled in response.

The following night Demetri was sitting at his desk sorting out some paperwork when he heard the shower being shut off. A few minutes later “Demetri” Ness says gaining his attention; he turns around in his chair to see her leaning against the bathroom doorframe wearing a black silky mid-thigh length chemise with a lace trim, her hand on her hip. His breath caught in his throat as he looked her up and down feeling venom pool in his mouth; his ruby coloured eyes darkening with lust. He sped over to her, his hands going to her hips “Stunning…little one” He breathed, Ness blushed looking up at him through her lashes her hands coming to rest on his chest “It’s new.” He lent down and pressed his lips lightly against hers before pulling back a little; her arms slid upwards wrapping around his neck and she pulled him back down for a kiss licking his bottom lip and he allowed her to deepen the kiss. His hands slid down from her hips to the back of her thighs and he lifted her up into his arms; her legs wrapping around his waist “Make love to me Demi” She whispered against his lips before kissing him again; he made his way over to his bed not breaking the kiss and laid her down, him hovering over her “Are you sure?” He asked as one of his hands ran upwards from her knee to her thigh coming to stop on her hip under the chemise; he felt the lace panties and growled low in her ear as he rolled his hips against hers “Yes” She sighed and kissed his neck; her legs tightening around him holding him close to her. He sat up on his knees her legs still wrapped around him and his hands moved up her sides taking the chemise with them “So beautiful” He smiled at her appreciating the sight in front of him. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and her hands moving up over his chest before she run her nails downwards and she heard a low growl leave him as he rested his forehead to hers; her hands continued to move lower unbuttoning his trousers, which he quickly discarded along with her panties and lifted her back onto his lap laying her down beneath him.

They both took a moment to take in the sight of each other, he leaned down and kissed her as he slowly entered her stilling halfway to allow her to get used to the new intrusion; she tapped his shoulder twice and he continued to enter her slowly until he was fully inside her, again stilling allowing her to get used to him “You’re so tight baby…and warm” She kissed him and tapped his shoulder again and he slowly began to thrust in and out of her; making love to her as she asked “Ahh” She breathed her hands on his shoulders holding him to her, she let her nails lightly scratch his back and he growled in her ear; thrusting a little harder that time, hitting a new spot inside her “Demi” His name falling from her lips like an oath, her eyes closing. He continued to make love to her, their soft moans filling his room. She felt a knot form inside her “I-I’m…Ahh…Demi” “I know baby, you’re ok. Cum for me” He encouraged her sensing she was close; his head dipping down to kiss her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud as he gently massaged her other breast. He felt her walls clench around him “Fuck…Demi!” She cried out as she came; her first orgasm washing over her completely, her hands on his back holding him closer still “I love you” She whispered low; her whole body tingled from his touch and she felt a warmth spread through her, her toes curling against his skin, her eyes closed tight yet she could see dots behind her eyelids. She felt him come inside her, filling her deeply “Oh…Ness” Her warmth pulling him over the edge and into the abyss “I love you too” He replied; leaning down he kissed her showing her just much he loved her, wanted her “Mine” He bit her neck gently claiming her and he felt her teeth sink into him, claiming him in return “Mine” She whispered and kissed him back pouring her love for him into that kiss. He pulled out of her and took her into the bathroom; washing them both in the shower before holding her in his arms all night as she slept.

The following morning Demetri and Ness went to Alec’s room to see how he and Y/N were doing. Jane and Alec were seated in the sofa reading when Demetri knocked on the door “Only us. Ok to come in?” He asked “Of course” Alec replied. They weren’t in the room long before Jane and Alec noticed the matching bite marks on Demetri and Ness’ necks and smiled at each other knowing what had transpired the previous night. “How’s Y/N doing?” Ness asked “Her heartbeat has slowed right down so she should be waking up anytime now” Alec replied “Is-is she going to be ok around me or do I need to leave? I don’t want to make her first few moments as a newborn uncomfortable for her” Ness sounded concerned “That’s sweet of you Ness” Alec got up and pulled Ness into a hug “I’m not sure how she’ll be around you…” “There are three of us and one of her cara. You’ll be safe I promise” Demetri cut him off looking down at Ness; she smiled up at him and nodded.

Ten minutes later Y/N’s heart stopped and she opened her eyes; sitting up she scanned the room her now red eyes found Alec “Alec” She was in front of him so quick he almost didn’t catch her “Sorry” She chuckled “I’ve missed you” “I’ve missed you too my love” He kissed her, his arms wrapping around her holding her close. Demetri cleared his throat gaining their attention “Hey Cinderella, looking good” He playfully winked at her, Ness giggled tapping his chest “You’re terrible Demi” “You love me” He whispered low in her ear and she nodded.

“Ness. You’re here” Y/N smiled and ran to her gently pulling her for a hug “Guess that answers that question” Jane mused. Y/N pulled back from Ness her hand rubbing her neck and stepped back into Alec “Sorry. It-It’s…” “My heartbeat” Ness finished low, Y/N nodded a slight sadness in her eyes as she looked at her friend “How about we all go hunting?” Alec said “Great idea” Jane smiled getting up “Can I come?” Ness asked low “Of course” Demetri smiled “You live with us the at the castle now…no more fluffy bunnies for you” Alec teased “Aunt Alice never said I couldn’t eat the bunny when she gave it to me as an Easter gift” Ness replied and poking her tongue out at him; everyone laughed at her “So you’ve never hunted humans before?” Y/N asked “Nope, because of the treaty and…my family’s diet choice. I’ve had a few blood bags over the years but...it’s not the same” She replied “Looks like we have two newbies to teach” Felix called from the doorway and they all set off for a hunting trip outside of the city.

Y/N could smell the humans below them and she growled low squeezing Alec’s hand hard “You’re ok Y/N I’ve got you” Alec said but her grip didn’t ease up in fact she squeezed a little harder “Felix” He called low and Felix was right behind her “Y/N you’re beginning to crush his hand, remember you’re stronger than he is right now” Felix said placing a hand on her shoulder “I-I’m sorry” She whispered letting go of his hand “It’s ok. I’m right here” Alec reassured her wrapping an arm around her waist “Just follow our lead girls” Demetri said looking at Y/N and Ness “Stay close Ness” “Always Dem” She replied. “I never thought I’d see people camping out in the Tuscan countryside” Ness chuckled “Ha –humans are strange little things Ness” Jane said amusement clear in her voice. “Y/N stay with me and watch Alec” Felix said and put his hands on her waist as Alec let go of her; Y/N’s hand instantly grabbed Felix’s thigh and squeezed hard, she looked up at him worried “I barely feel it Y/N, perks of being the world’s strongest vampire” He smiled down at her.

A few minutes later Y/N felt Felix’s breath on her neck “Now” She flashed forward grabbing one of the female campers by the throat from behind; she heard the bone crack just before she bit down on her neck, the warm blood coating the back of her throat easing the burn. Y/N closed her eyes savouring the taste “Mmm.” Jane looked over to her and smirked “She’s a natural…although a little messy” “Sister. It’s her first hunt…be nice” Alec chided playfully as he made his way over to Y/N “Messy little thing aren’t we?” He said low wiping away the blood that was dripping from her lips with his thumb “Sorry Alec” Y/N looked down “Don’t be” He lifted her head up so he could look into her eyes “It’s your first hunt and I’m so proud of you” He kissed her lips “You’ll get better the more you hunt. I promise” He added “Practice makes perfect Cinderella” Demetri smiled “Well Ness isn’t messy and it’s her first time hunting humans too” Y/N said nodding at her friend “Don’t compare yourself to Ness Y/N. She has hunted before remember” Alec said softly stroking her hair; Y/N leaned into his touch. “You did really well Y/N. You should be proud of yourself” Ness added smiling.

Once back in the castle Demetri and Ness made their way back to his room “You know for your first human hunt you did really well today” Demetri said pride evident in his voice “Although your parents may not approve” He tilted his head a smirk playing on his lips “I’m no longer living under their roof so…I don’t have to follow their rules” Ness smiled at him before kissing him; gently biting his bottom lip and he growled low kissing her back “We best start making my room our room then little one.” He said low smiling and kissed her again.

A few days later training started for Y/N and she worked really hard trying to impress not only her mate but Demetri, Jane and Felix too. “Y/N stay in my line of sight but keep a distance between us, I want to try and track you” “Ok, Dem” She replied before flashing a few feet away from him, Ness and Alec standing off to the side watching. Demetri closed his eyes and picked up Y/N’s trail almost immediately “Found you Y/N” He called out. ‘Need to get away from him’ Y/N thought to herself and when she turned around she couldn’t see anyone. “She’s done it again. I can see her but I can’t track her…she isn’t there” Demetri said looking at Alec and Ness “But we can all see her” Ness said looking confused. “I think she teleports…not location wise but time wise” Demetri says sounding a little impressed “B-but how? How did she evade you as a human?” Alec asked “I think she did the same thing as a human but she had no control over it” Demetri replied “Once she teleports I can’t track her because she moves forward in time…by how far is something we’re going to have to find out” He added.

Y/N made her way over to them “So how did I do tracker boy?” She asked, Demetri raised an eyebrow to her “What? Don’t like it?” She smirked at him “A little cocky now aren’t we Cinders” He smirked back at her. “How do you think you did Y/N?” Demetri asked “I heard you call out ‘found you’ and then I thought to myself that I needed to get away from you and when I turned around I couldn’t see any of you” She replied “It turns out you can teleport through time Y/N, that’s why he can’t track you” Alec said nodding at Demetri “That’s so cool” Y/N smiled “We just don’t know how far in time you go, but we have forever to find out” Demetri said “Is that how I got away from you back when I was human, despite not knowing I was being tracked?” Y/N asked curiously “Yes, I think it is, although it was accidental back then. You probably thought of being somewhere on time or about running late and teleported ahead in time, albeit probably only by a few seconds which is why you never noticed. Once you move though time I lose the ability to track you. Do you remember back in the castle garden a few weeks ago when I tried tracking you and although Felix and Jane could see you I lost your trail, and when I stepped beside Jane I still couldn’t track you despite looking right at you?” She nodded “Well, I kinda thought then that your gift was loosely based around teleportation and today proves it. It’s a great gift but one that is…frustrating for me” Demetri added chuckling. “So how do I control it? How do I let you track me?” She asked “Practice Y/N and patience” Alec answered this time, a proud look on his face.

A week later Y/N, Ness Alec and Demetri were in Alec and Y/N’s shared room and Y/N was bored “Can we play a game? I mean you guys do have the day off” Y/N asked Alec giving him her best doe eye look “What would you like to play?” He asked “Hide and Seek and Demetri is the seeker” Y/N said excitedly “Call it a training exercise if you want?” She added “I’m in” Demetri said getting up of the sofa “Ness?” “Obviously Demi” She replied “We’re in too” Jane said pointing at her and Felix as they entered the room.

Ten minutes later Demetri explains the rules “You all get 2 minutes to hide. No leaving the castle grounds and no hiding in the master’s quarters” Everyone nods “Right Go” Demetri says. Demetri finds Felix first in the secretary’s supply cupboard; Jane came next in a cupboard in the kitchen “What? I can fit in there easily” She laughed at his confused expression when he found her. Demetri found Ness in the north facing garden and Alec in the room next to the dungeon. “Where’s Y/N hiding?” Jane asked “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to pick up her trail and because she has no scent I can’t even find her that way” He answered. “I just have to hope that at some point she ‘allows’ me to find her.”

Y/N had hidden in the tower on the east side of the castle and looked at her watch, she had been waiting for 15 minutes and no one had come to find her ‘I wonder’ she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and concentrated on Demetri and how much she wanted him to find her. “I’ve got her” Demetri sounded surprised and took off running to the east side of the castle; noticing the closer he got the stronger her tenor became, he opened the tower door and saw Y/N sitting on the bed eyes closed, gently rocking back and forth “I found you Cinders” He said smiling and leaning against the doorframe “Thank you” She ran to him wrapping her arms around his waist “I’m so glad it worked” “So glad what worked?” He asked curious “I’d been in here for 15 minutes and you hadn’t found me so I sat on the bed, closed my eyes and concentrated on how much I wanted you to find me. I just hoped it would work” She replied “That explains why I could suddenly sense you, why your tenor suddenly appeared in my mind and I was able to track you. Looks like you’ve learnt a way to drop the shield part of your gift…well drop it enough to allow me to find you” He said looking down at her “You should be proud of yourself” Alec said from behind Demetri and Demetri nodded in agreement.

Alec and Y/N walked back to their room hand in hand “Hey Alec, I’ve just thought I’ve accomplished quite a bit in the last month. I mean we’ve worked out I can teleport through time into the future, albeit not too far into the future. Today I was actually able to drop my shield a little to allow Dem to find me and I didn’t teleport away from him, not even by accident” She sounded so pleased with herself, Alec couldn’t help smiling at her “Next step is learning to control the teleportation side of my gift” Y/N said “And you’ll get there, when you’re ready” Alec said encouragingly.

Y/N had been immortal now for a month and the three kings invited her and Ness to the throne room to participate in the fortnightly ‘tour’. Demetri and Alec were on duty and standing at the side of the room near the doors when Y/N and Ness entered and made their way over to them. “Hello Y/N, Ness so nice of you both to join us” Aro greeted them with a smile “Master, Aro” The girls replied. Meanwhile, two transitory guards stood on the opposite side of the room having a conversation, that wasn’t as private as they thought “What’s she doing here? Ain’t she the Cullen hybrid?” The blond guard asked, the other guard replied “I think so and if I’ve heard correctly, she isn’t even venomous” Both guards laughed looking over at Ness. Demetri growled loudly and felt her squeeze his hand “HOW DARE YOU?” Marcus shouted rising from his throne shocking everyone in the room “You will show her the same level of respect you would show the elite guards, the same level of respect you would show Y/N as Alec’s mate or any other mate of the higher ranking guards. IS THAT CLEAR?!” “Y-yes m-master” They both stuttered their reply; Caius sat smirking at the guards enjoying seeing them cower before the usually soft spoken king.

Aro looked over to Demetri and Ness and noticed the matching bite marks on their necks, he also noticed the way he was standing protectively in front of her and realisation washed over his face “Brother?” He looked to Marcus and held out his hand “Later brother, Heidi is here” Aro nodded before giving the ‘welcome speech’ to the ‘tourists’ and then the silent order to feed was given. Y/N took down a middle aged man quickly, Alec watched with pride as he drained a middle aged woman. Ness and Demetri simultaneously took down a couple in their twenty’s “Great minds little one” He smiled at her, she smiled back at him. “Hey Ness, I’m impressed” Felix called out smiling “You mean considering I’m not…venomous” She smirked at him and he nodded.

Once everyone had finished feeding Aro smiled looking around the room and was impressed with the newest vampire. “Y/N your kills were very controlled and efficient today…especially for a newborn. Well done” Aro praised her, Alec looked at with such pride “She learnt from the best” Alec whispered low and smiled kissing his mate.

Marcus held out his hand to Aro “Brother” Aro’s face lit up when he saw the strong mate bond between Demetri and Ness. He was happy as this meant she would not be leaving the castle anytime soon…not even to visit her family. “I assume Demetri found his mate in Ness” Caius smirked and his brothers nodded “What about the dog?” He asked “She rejected him romantically over two years ago…” Aro was cut off by Caius “You mean she friend-zoned the dog?” Caius sounded thoroughly amused “See I told you she was the clever Cullen…and that is why she’s my favourite Cullen” He added “Welcome to the family Y/N, Ness” Aro said smiling.

Y/N and Demetri practised daily for the next month as she was determined to control her teleporting as she was curious if she could go backwards as well as forwards. “We’re so lucky we don’t need to sleep” She said to Demetri “I appreciate you helping tonight instead of being with Ness” She added “It’s ok Y/N, her and Alec are having a movie night like they used to back in Forks” He replied.

“Ready Jane?” Demetri asked “Yes but I’m not quite sure why I’m here though” “You’ll see. Felix” Demetri called and suddenly Felix was behind Jane and he took the book she was holding away from her “What the…” She was cut off when Y/N suddenly appeared at her side.

“Ready Jane?” Demetri asked “Yes but I’m not quite sure why I’m here though” “You’ll see. Felix” Demetri called and suddenly Felix was behind Jane but before he could take the book she holding she put it on the cushion next to her “Did it work Dem?” Y/N asked hope shining in her ruby eyes “Yes Y/N you went back in time just enough to warn Jane about Felix” He answered smiling proudly at her “Yes!” She high-fived him “We’ve got to tell Alec” She said excitedly “No need my love, I saw the whole thing from here” Alec called from the doorway “You told him?” She looked at Demetri who shook his head “No, Demetri hasn’t told me anything other than how much he admires your determination to hone your gift.” He flashed to her placing his hands on her hips “I was curious what you four were up to so Ness and I came to watch. I know I’ve said it before but I am so proud of you my love” He captured her lips with his “I love you Alec” “I love you too Y/N.”

Y/N spent the day in her and Alec’s shared room waiting for him to return from guard duty “Hello my love” Alec purred in her ear and wrapped his arms around from behind “Alec” She breathed turning in his arms and capturing his lips in a kiss; she started undoing the buttons on his jacket before pushing it off his shoulders, his arms leaving her long enough for it to hit the floor before finding their way to her hips and pulling her close “Y/N” He sighed as she kissed his neck; biting his earlobe gently, she begun to unbutton his shirt but then decided to just rip it open letting her hands run down his chest to his belt. Alec reached behind her and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor, his trousers following not a second later. Y/N suddenly felt very subconscious standing before Alec in just her lace bra and panties, Alec nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other standing before her in only in boxers.

“You’re beautiful Y/N” He said low lifting her head up gently, if she was still human she’d be blushing “We-we don’t h-have to…” “Y-you don’t want…to?” Y/N asked hesitantly cutting him off; he pulled her flush against him “Oh no, I want to…I’ve wanted to for the longest time. It-it’s just if you don’t want to or aren’t ready we don’t…” He was cut off by her kissing his lips with a passion and urgency he recognised; the passion and urgency he’d been holding back the last few months of her human life. He placed his hands on her hips “Jump” He whispered, she did as he asked her legs wrapping around his waist; he flashed to the door to lock it not wanting to be disturbed before flashing to the bed and carefully laying her down and grinding his hips against her, a breathless moan left her and he felt her legs tighten around his waist. He gently pulled her up slightly and unclasped her bra throwing it aside before laying her back down and began to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck between her breasts; she run her fingers through his hair and gave it a semi-hard tug and he growled grinding her against her then took a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently before flicking it with his tongue, she arched up into him “Ahh” She sighed into his ear.

He unwrapped her legs from around him and left open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, placing a kiss on her clothed centre before kissing down her thigh to her knee; he then kissed his way up her other leg making his way back to her centre where he placed another kiss and gently sucked on her covered clit, her hips lifted upwards and he took the opportunity to remove her panties before placing a hand on her hips pushing her back down. He slipped his tongue inside her ‘she tastes like heaven’ he thought as he continued to move his tongue within her; her hands carding through his hair gently holding his head in place where she needs him most, he chuckled low the sound vibrating through her “Alec” He removed his tongue and licked upwards wrapping his lips around her bundle of nerves sucking and flicking her nub bringing her closer to the edge; he heard an almost inaudible gasp as he inserted two fingers inside gently thrusting in and out hitting that spot inside her that had her writhing beneath him. He curled his fingers inside her hitting a new spot “Ahh Alec” He smiled and sped up his actions his tongue and fingers working together to push over her edge; he felt her walls clench around his fingers, looking at up her he saw her eyes were shut tight, hands gripping the bedsheets as she experienced her orgasm. Her entire body felt alight and she was seeing stars and colours, she knew then she would never get enough of him “I love you Alec. I need you Alec…please” “I love you Y/N always”

She felt him slowly enter her stilling a moment to allow her to adjust to the new intrusion, adjust to him; he rolled his hips against hers “You’re so tight my love” He whispered “You feel so good baby” She purred in return; Alec suddenly felt very grateful for the erotica that he had borrowed from Demetri over the years as his mate was so very clearly enjoying his actions, as he bought them both closer to their release. His head dipped down and took a nipple into his mouth sucking gently, his tongue flicking the bud as he continued to thrust in and out of her semi-roughly; their moans filling the room not caring who heard them “I-I’m so…close” His hand moved to her thigh lifting it slightly and holding against him allowing him to enter her at a new angle as he sped up his thrusts hitting a new spot inside her “Come for me” He purred and he felt her walls clench around him at the same time she bit him, marked him as hers, this pulled him over the edge giving him his own release. He continued to thrust in and out of her riding out their orgasms together. “That…was…amazing” She breathed “I’m glad we waited now” “Me too and you were amazing my love” He replied kissing her “I’m never going to not want you Alec” “Glad to hear it…seeing that you’re mine forever” He replied looking into her lust blown eyes.

“My turn” She said low rolling them over so he was now lying beneath her capturing his lips in a passionate kiss; she broke the kiss and shifted lower and wrapped her mouth around Alec’s erection “Mmm” He sighed liking the feel of her mouth on him; she licked him from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the tip tasting him. She took him to the back of her throat sucking hard, her mouth moving over his entire length; his cock hitting the back of her throat each time. She felt Alec’s fingers run through her hair, grabbing a fist full and tugging on it a little “Y/N…baby” He growled when he felt her teeth graze over his length before she deep throated him again; feeling him twitch inside her, she swallowed everything he gave her “Mmm…you taste so good…you may just be my new favourite thing to eat” She winked at him; crawling up to him and kissing him, he could taste himself on her tongue as she slipped hers into his mouth deepening the kiss and fighting for dominance, which he happily gave her. He would give her anything she wanted, everything she wanted after all she was all his…finally.

#alec volturi #demetri volturi #jane volturi #felix volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #renesmee cullen #volturi

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writingjoycebyers · 4 years ago

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Twice in her life — or: the last days he saw her smile

(Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper - observations of a friendship — a one shot)

warnings: a bit angsty, mentions sex (not explicit)

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Joyce Byers had been left twice in her life.

One might think it's a story about Lonnie. But no, it's most definetely not. Lonnie doesn't count. Lonnie is a side character. She left Lonnie, kicked him out all by herself after all those years that would have been wasted if they hadn't been for her boys. Her boys were her gift, and the only thing she'd ever thank Lonnie for, to some degree. He helped create them, but she had been the one to form them. She was the one she should thank for, really.

No, Joyce Byers had been left twice in her life, and it had been much more subtle events than her large fights with Lonnie, making her the main topic of the gossip all those midaged ladies were spreading at the grocery store, the doctor's office, the elementary school. You heard it? someone called the police to Joyce Byers house.

Joyce Byers had been left twice in her life, and nobody had really noticed, but her.

The first time, she had just turned nineteen. It was a rather warm day in September, and life in Hawkins couldn't be easier. High-school was done, the heat of the summer was still lingering in the air, and her dark hair was still damp from swimming in the lake as she rode around Hawkins with her best friend, Jim Hopper. Or... Was he her best friend still? She sometimes couldn't tell, couldn't put a label on it, when he was kissing her senseless in the back of his dad's old truck, parked in the dark at Lover's Lake, parked in the shade of a large oak tree — so that although it was the middle of the night, and no one would come there anyways, they'd have a bit of privacy, a roof of leaves covering their clumsy attempt on passing first base. Friends didn't do that, right?

They rode along the streets of Hawkins, and Joyce had her legs propped up on the dashboard of his car, puffing away on one of Hop‘s cigarettes. They tasted awful, but she did not mind as long as it were his. She felt connected to him through that cig. Tonight was the night. Tonight, she‘d tell him - tell him that she wanted to be more than friends, more than friends who make out occasionally. She wanted to finally look into his eyes and work up the courage to say Jim, I like you a little more than expected.

She looked at him from the side, his hands holding the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road as day turned into night with a wonderfully orange sky. Tonight was the night she‘d say it. Jim, you make my fucking heart race.

Jim looked beautiful to her, peaceful and innocent, like he didn‘t know that outside Hawkins there was a whole world — both good and bad — that was waiting for them and looming like a dark shadow at the same time. For him, this dark shadow could mean draft cards, his ticket off to fight a war he himself hadn‘t started, a conflict neither him nor Joyce would ever support or understand. She knew it could be his duty to leave one day, but she could still breathe every day his number didn‘t come up. As long as Hopper didn‘t have to take the trip, she wouldn‘t have to take hers either: Her trip down the road of loneliness, facing the fact that she couldn‘t afford college, being left behind with the mess she had to call her parents. She knew he wasn‘t all that innocent though, stealing booze from his dad‘s wine cellar, sharing the bottle with her shamelessly on a friday night. She knew he wasn‘t all that innocent when he pressed his body into hers, parked under that old oak tree, and she could feel his need and want press against her while he silently accepted her wish to explore second base, but not enter the third one just yet. He kissed her, and told her that it didn‘t matter how far he had gone with other girls - that all that mattered was her needs. That specific night under the oak tree though, Joyce had realised that the tingling feeling in her belly was growing more and more, and that she wouldn‘t be able to hold back for much longer. I‘ve never done it, Jim. Her whispers had been low and husky, and he had caressed her cheek as she had thought of the moment she had once caught him and Chrissy Carpenter in the back of the blonde cheerleader's car. I know, Joycie, don‘t worry about that, one day we‘ll take it slow, just give me a sign. Tonight would be the night she‘d give him said sign, she thought, as he took a turn into the road she lived on.

He pulled up into her driveway, slowing down to park in front of her house. Tonight was the night.Tonight he‘d tell her - tell her that she meant the world to him, but that he‘d have to go, and that he‘d understand if she didn‘t wait. Tell her that he‘d try to write, no matter what. Joyce, I should have told you sooner. He had kept it to himself for weeks, had just not found the words to break the news to her. The letter had been in his mailbox one rainy Monday afternoon, telling him to fight a war he neither could nor wanted to understand. A war that would send him to hell and leave Joyce in the small little bubble of a heaven that was Hawkins, Indiana. He was a coward, he couldn‘t tell her, not when they were riding in his car, or munching on a burger at the diner, not whilst smoking on her windowsill and especially not whilst kissing her in the dark, parked in the shadow of the old oak tree. He just couldn‘t, but tonight was the night. Joycie, I gotta go to Vietnam. My train leaves tomorrow.

Jim pulled the keys, and she looked at him. It was a ritual already: They’d spend their day at the lake, he‘d drive her home long after dark and as her parents were barely ever home anyways, he‘d follow her up to her room under the roof and they‘d sit by the window, smoking and kissing and exchanging little secrets. Jim loved Joyce, and Joyce loved Jim. They both knew it, they just never said a word.

The two friends, him, tall and blonde and her, small and brunette, took their usual spot by her large window. He was just about to light the last smoke from his pack, when Joyce reached for the cigarette, her hand grazing his as she took it, putting it aside. She kissed Jim with such force than that he nearly lost track of time and place. Was this still Hawkins, Indiana?

They kissed, and kissed ... and kissed some more, before she finally pulled away, taking his large hand into her small one. Their fingers were intertwined, her thumb drawing small circles to the side of his hand. Dark doe eyes met blue ones, and she breathed in once more before saying it: “Jim, I think... you‘re my best friend. But I also think... I‘m in love with you.“

Her words came out all in one breath, more a sighed whisper than a real sentence, but she had said them. Her pulse was pounding as she waited for him to respond. She had practiced the worst case already: That‘s okay, Jim, you do not have to love me back. I just hope we can stay friends?

But then his hand found her cheek and he pulled her closer, whispering an I love you, Joycie, right onto her lips as he found hers, grazing them softly. It felt like a gentle hello to Joyce, like this was the start of something new, although she had kissed him a hundred times before. She couldn‘t know it was a goodbye. Quickly, their kisses became more passionate, hungry and loving. Does he love me, she wants to know, how can she know if he loves her so?

That night, Jim Hopper made love to Joyce Horowitz — sweet, gentle and slow love. He touched her in a way he had never touched anyone before, softer, more tender - out of love and out guilt, his conscience forcing him to treat her even better, to worship her body to balance out the fact that he couldn‘t be true to her. His feelings for her were so strong that they held him back from breaking her heart - although it would in the end have to be broken, if he wanted that or not.

They shared that last cigarette afterwards, the one that had been waiting on the window sill. They‘d not share another one until almost twenty years later.

That night, Joyce Horowitz made love to Jim Hopper — sweet, gentle and slow love. She touched him in a way she had never touched anyone before, soft, tender and a bit shy as she explored his body and her own, further discovering the hot, tingling feeling in her lower belly as their clothes sprawled out on the floor and their bodies intertwined under her comforter. It‘s in his kiss.

Joyce fell asleep in Jim‘s arms, breathing softly as she felt safe and secure of the fact that he loved her too, that they were more than friends and that this was just the start.

Jim watched Joyce fall asleep in his arms, pulling her as close as he could once more. He wanted to remember this moment forever, capture every little detail for the nights to come in which he‘d sleep somewhere in the jungle of the war, with so many miles separating him from the girl he loved. He studied her face in the dim light of her room before falling asleep for a few hours himself.

When Joyce woke up the next morning, she already began to smile with her eyes still closed. It was a rainy Monday morning, she could hear the raindrops fall against her window in a steady rythm - It was soothing and she was ready to cuddle up again. She turned around, reaching for Jim, only to find the bed empty. She sat up, confused and still half asleep, stumbling across a note.

- Joy, I should have told you sooner. I won‘t forget our summer. My train leaves today, I‘m gone into training for Nam. Please don‘t come looking for me at the station. I’ll be gone already. I‘ll write. Jim. -

Joyce Horowitz had been left for the first time in her life, broken and flustered, unable to move or cry for hours and hours. She sat in bed, the note in her hands, and she cursed Jim, the world, the war and love - and even herself for falling for him. She didn‘t believe there was a feeling on earth that could be more horrible. Joyce Horowitz had been left for the first time in her life, and she had no clue there would be a second one.

......... 20 years later.........

Joyce looked at Jim one more time as he stood next to the machine, tears in their eyes, both his and hers.

I love you.

Leaning to the side, she reached for the keys once more. She stopped breathing as she turned them, held her breath as lights blended her vision, time stopping around her and then... he was gone.

Joyce Byers had been left twice in her life.

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Thanks for reading everyone. I appreciate every kind of constructive feedback. Feel free to send asks or messages if you wanna talk about this little piece here, or if you have any other Joyce asks or prompts!

Bonus: a little mood board I made

Sources: there's a reference to the shoop shoop song. Pics are all from pinterest if anyone Needs the sources. I don't own anything related to ST or Winona Ryder. Credit goes to the respective owners and creates, I just wrote this little fic for fun.

#Joyce #joyce x hopper #jopper #joyce byers #young jopper #headcanon #jim hopper #hopper x joyce #winona ryder #chief jim hopper #chief hopper #Jim Hopper #Jopper fic #Stranger things #David Harbour

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you-can-wear-my-face · 5 years ago

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Thomas Hewitt/Selectively Mute Reader, part Three

Summary: The Sheriff picks you up after you broke down on the side of the road. You know this can’t end well, but he makes you an offer you can’t refuse; use your nursing skills to heal the giant man he brings you to, and you can go free. Unfortunately for you, he obviously needs more than a nurse. (And how can you be sure he’ll really let you go when ‘Thomas’ is healed?)

Part One

Part Two

Content Warning: Medical maggots, references to self harm. Some injury/medical gore. Again, do not take this as first aid or medical advice. This is a self-indulgent Leatherface/Reader fic, not a first aid guide.

“This skin here needs to be removed,” you told him, “See how it’s blackened and starting to rot? If we don’t remove it, then you could get gangrene. If we were in a hospital, a surgeon would be able to cut it off, but I can’t do that without hurting you.” His gaze was hard and his grip on your wrist was harder still. You exhaled shakily. “Maggots have been used in-in hospitals and other medical settings to-to clean wounds like this.” You clenched your hands, trying to stop their shaking. “They should help this heal cleanly.”

He finally huffed and dropped your hand, looking away as he laid back down. He shut his eyes, but still kept the lower half of his face hidden. You had no idea what he was thinking or feeling, and no idea what to do with yourself. You just stepped back, trying to calm your nerves; being kidnapped and forced to care for a mute, hulking man that showed every sign of despising you was really starting to get to you.

Before you could truly settle your nerves, Luda Mae returned with fresh clothing for Thomas, warm water, and soap. You immediately started to scrub up, turning your head while she helped Thomas change. You wouldn’t consider yourself shy, and you usually prided yourself on maintaining your professionalism, but the situation was so far outside your comfort zone that you couldn’t help but blush when you heard the rustling of clothing and Thomas’ soft vocalizations.

He didn’t speak, but he wasn’t silent. He made sounds from deep in his chest or low in his throat—sounds that caused your heart to twist. Even without words, his distress was obvious. Luda Mae was not exactly soothing, though there was obvious affection in her tone. “Don’t you mind her. She ain’t looking at you; I’ll make sure of that,” Luda Mae told him, “C’mon, now. I can’t hold you up like I used to. There you go. See? Ain’t hard.”

His pants dropped to the floor, but you kept your eyes resolutely on your hands, carefully soaping each finger and under each nail. Eyeing the misshapen ball of soap, you realized it was likely homemade. On the bright side, the lye would definitely kill any bacteria, though it would likely cause some skin irritation.

Luda Mae kept talking to Thomas. “No whining, now. Almost done. There! Now, don’t flop on the bed like a dead fish.” She sighed heavily as the bedsprings groaned. “Here.” You thought she might be whispering to Thomas again, but you couldn’t quite hear her. Obviously, you weren’t meant to.

You waited until Luda Mae held a red handkerchief out to you to look up. “Thank you,” you whispered, tying it around your face as a makeshift mask.

You brought the basin of clean water over to Thomas, as well as the soap and some clean rags. You smiled at him, pointing to your mask. “We look like a couple of bandits, don’t we?” He cocked his head, watching you with furrowed brows. Realizing your teasing may have fallen flat, you looked at your feet and cleared your throat. “At least it’ll help. Help keep the germs off.” You glanced at him. “I’m going to clean your chest now, and shave the hair around your injury. After—“ You swallowed. “—after the maggots, we can get you bandaged up. Okay?”

He just exhaled hard, shutting his eyes. You looked to Luda Mae for help, and she was giving you an odd look. Calculating, almost. Wetting a clean cloth, you said, “I‘ll. Start.” You rung out the excess water, and carefully washed the skin around his injury. He hissed, and you took his hand in your free hand. “I’m sorry. It’s going to sting.”

“He’s a Hewitt, and Hewitts are used to doing whatever needs doing. Even if it hurts.”

Thomas nodded in agreement, though he took a moment to brace himself before you began cleaning his injury. He made no sound, even as a piece of rotten skin peeled off. You winced in sympathy, wrapping it in the cloth and setting both aside. You wet a fresh cloth and continued, still holding Thomas’s hand. “Almost done here,” you said, squeezing his hand. You soaped the skin around his injury, then looked to Luda Mae. “You have a razor?”

“I do.” She gave you a look, and you backed away, recognizing that she wouldn’t be handing that razor off to you.

She held the straight razor comfortably, as if she was experienced in its use. She brought it to Thomas’ chest, but he closed his hand over hers, tugging. She shook her head. “No. I ain’t giving it over to you neither. We’re letting the girl handle this her way. Maggots and all.”

He huffed, turning his face to the wall while Luda Mae finished shaving the area around the wound. When she was finished, he looked down at his chest, brows furrowed. He touched the newly-smooth skin, then snorted dismissively. You giggled quietly. “Don’t worry. It’ll grow back.”

He eyed you, his eyes narrowed and suspicious. Luda Mae smacked his shoulder—not hard, and nowhere near his injury—and when he turned to her, she chastised him, “Thomas! Girl’s just trying to make you feel better—don’t you go glaring at her.” Despite her words, her tone was fond, and she was studying you carefully again.

Your hands fluttered a bit and you looked away, unnerved by her scrutiny. “It’s. It’s okay.” That didn’t feel like enough. It felt like you needed to say more, but you had no idea what.

“What’s your name, girl?” Luda Mae asked. You looked up and told her. She merely nodded, but Thomas looked positively stunned, though you couldn’t fathom why. “Good. Well, thank you. I know you didn’t expect to be here, and I know Charlie wasn’t exactly gentle when he brought you here, but you’re taking good care of my boy, and we appreciate that. Don’t we?” She looked at Thomas, and he hesitated a moment before nodding. He was looking at you differently now, though you couldn’t have said precisely how.

You smiled behind your makeshift mask. “That’s okay. You were just...desperate. And worried. People in bad situations sometimes do bad things. That doesn’t make them bad people.” You swallowed. “I promise...when you let me go...” You didn’t allow yourself to think about the alternative. “I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”

She nodded, still studying you in that unnerving way she had. “Good. I’m glad to hear—“

The door burst open amidst a storm of swearing. Luda Mae sighed and glared at Hoyt as he walked in with a jarful of maggots and stinking like rotten meat. “Is that language really necessary?” she asked. He just gave her a long look, then set the jar of maggots on the table.

“Here’s your maggots.” He glared at you. Seeing that Thomas was awake, he pointed at him and said, “And you better appreciate this. Better not die neither.”

Thomas made a sound low in his throat, managing to convey sarcasm without words. Maybe it was the way he tilted his head. Either way, you ducked your head, though the makeshift face mask already hid your smile. Luda Mae and Thomas made you nervous, but Hoyt frightened you. Seeing Thomas dismiss him so soundly was a comfort.

You grabbed the jar and eyed the maggots, realizing that you had a new problem to solve—the maggots themselves weren’t sterile. Medical maggots were reared in a sterile environment to prevent them from introducing bacteria into a wound. You needed to find a way to clean them without killing them. You sighed, realizing it was time to start experimenting.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt/reader #leatherface/reader #leatherface #luda mae hewitt #charlie hewitt #sheriff hoyt #longpost

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writingtoforgetreality · 5 years ago

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I‘ll make you believe in yourself again (Derek Hale x Reader)

Summary: Your parents pressure you into having good grades, not caring about you or your friends. They simply want you to be successful. One night, after a pack meeting, things escalate between you & your parents & the first person you thought about running to was him., [Teen Wolf-Masterlist]

Words: 2,719

Warnings: verbal abusive parents, angst, fluff, sadness, soft Derek (Is this a warning? It is now.), cursing but that‘s bc it‘s me

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To say school had been stressful lately would be an understatement. You had essays to write, tests to study for & homework to finish. Teachers were always content with you though since you were one of the only students who payed attention, studied hard & always gave 100%. Spending time with your friends was rare but ever since you had been involved with the pack, you had been quite busy with helping them. You were human but a smart one at that. The pack simply was not complete without you.

Seems peachy, am I right? So thinks everyone. You just did not spill your problems to your friends, thinking they had better things to take care of. Matter of fact, every time you were with the pack was like an escape from your reality. You were finally able to accomplish stuff that was appreciated by everybody. This is why, whenever you told your parents you would be studying with Scott & Stiles, you were actually at a pack meeting, school completely forgotten.

Here is the thing: your parents. Even though they were hardly ever at home, they managed to create a living hell for you. The pressure they put on you was almost unbearable yet you wanted to make them feel proud. To make them feel like their child was not a complete fuck-up. Your mom & dad often were on business trips, you did not even know what they were doing on such trips & you did not want to ask either. All you knew is that, when your parents were at home, they always found a reason to scream at you & call you names. They wanted their kid to be the most successful of everyone. They wanted their kid to write straight A‘s. For a long time you had managed to do exactly this. Then the pack came along & you started to focus more on their tasks. It was more important, you helped saving lives. Of course your parents did not know this & you never meant on telling them.

Friday. Your favorite day of the week. You got up, went to the bathroom, picked out a nice outfit & packed your stuff to head to school. Your parents would not come back until Sunday so you could hang out with your friends the entire weekend. Your third period was chemistry. You had the class with Scott & Stiles, your best friends. When you found out about Scott being a werewolf, you were not scared, as someone would think. You were amazed & wanted to find out more about it. He was the one who introduced you to Derek. The oh so emotionless Derek Hale. You thought he hated you at first. He gave you the impression that he was fed up with you, reminding you of your own parents. You became more quiet every time he was around. Yet it did not stop you from having a crush on him. Derek actually enjoyed your company but of course he tried to push his emotions down. He would not get close to someone again. Still, he noticed when you grew more distant, he always had an eye on you but would not let you know.

Anyway, chemistry. Last time you wrote a test but you had not studied as much. Chemistry was one of your favorite subjects so you had never studied that much. You still managed to get a C which made you proud. You knew your parents would not be back today so you planned on not telling them about your grade.

As your last period was over, you went to your locker, meeting up with Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia & Allison. You would all meet at Derek‘s Loft in three hours so you got home, put your test on the kitchen table, meaning to put it away later, & made your way up to your room. Opening your drawer, you searched for comfy clothes & put them on. You decided on a big red jersey shirt & grey sweatpants. Pack meetings at Friday‘s always meant a movie night afterwards, your favorite.

You made your way to Derek, not caring to take your bike, you liked walking & the way to his loft was not that long. Arriving in front of his door, you wanted to knock but before you had the chance to do so, the door flung open, revealing a sternly looking Derek. He could sense you were here already & was a bit too eager to see you. You smiled shyly at him, focusing your eyes down at your feet. Derek shot you a smirk back but he knew you did not see it.

"Hi there.“ he said with his intimidating, deep voice that sent shivers down your spine.

„H- Hi, Derek.“ you replied, your voice shaking, making you cringe.

Derek stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. Surprisingly, you were the first one to arrive. Usually this did not happen, you were not as comfortable when you were alone with him so you always made sure that at least someone else was there already. You did not check the time though, way too excited for tonight.

"Can I bring you anything? (Y/N)?“ Derek asked, noticing you were not really paying attention.

"Um...actually, I‘m fine for now, thanks.“ you started blushing. The things this man could do to you.

"The others should be here soon. Make yourself as comfortable as possible, I know you don‘t like me that much. I don’t know if I scare you or anything but at least try to calm down a bit. I know your heart is beating faster than usual.“ Derek stated.

"Why would you think I‘m scared of you?“ you were taken aback by his statement. You thought he was the one who despised you.

"It‘s quite obvious, (Y/N)...You hardly ever talk to me, avoid my gaze & your heart doesn’t sound healthy at all when you’re around, like...ever.“ Derek said, his words somehow seeming hurt. Something you were not used to from him.

"I‘m sorry, I jus-" you actually were about to tell him why you behaved that way around him but before you had the chance to do so the door flung open, the others entering the loft. You shot a last look at Derek, eyes desperate to let him know & he knew something was up but now would not be the time.

You were all gathered around Derek‘s table, sheets spread across it. This was harder than you all thought it would be. After hours of what seemed like useless research you decided to wrap it up for today, settling up the movie night. Derek made popcorn & Stiles set up the movie. He chose Star Wars, of course he did. You were sitting at the end of the couch, this being your favorite place in Derek‘s loft. Before you could react, Derek places himself right next to you, offering you popcorn. You happily took some, starting to eat it. You could feel your heart picking up its pace & you knew Derek could feel it too. Anyway, you tried to ignore it & focused on the screen in front of you.

As the movie went on, you grew more & more tired. Your head leaning on Derek‘s shoulder. You did not really notice but he stirred, this being completely new to him. After a few minutes, he relaxed a bit more, draping his arm across your body. You snuggled closer into him, enjoying the closeness you two shared.

By the time the movie was over, you fell asleep on Derek‘s shoulder. The others already bid their goodbyes, silently making their way out of the loft, trying not to wake you. Then it was just you & him, alone. The moonlight let your face lit up in such a beautiful way. He admired your sleeping form, feeling happy you finally found your peace even though he was next to you. Your heartbeat was steady & peaceful. As much as he hated it, he had to wake you. You have to go back home, get some more sleep & meet up with the pack tomorrow.

"(Y/N)? Hey, (Y/N), wake up.“ Derek whispered.

You groaned, not wanting to leave your comfortable position.

"Come on, you have to head back home, we have to work some more tomorrow.“ Derek said lovely. Oh how much you admired this side of him. You felt safe within his arms, something you have not felt in a long, long time.

"What time is it?“ you opened your (Y/E) eyes & looked at him through your lashes. He could have kissed you right then & there but it would not have been the right time. He will get the chance someday...hopefully.

"11 pm, it‘s time you go to your bed.“ Derek answered, not wanting to let you go but knowing he had to. You started to get up, stretched & searched for your jacket. This was when you realized that you did not wear a jacket, just your jersey shirt. Derek already knew this so he handed you one of his jackets to throw over.

"Thanks.“

"No problem. Do you want me to bring you home?“ Derek asked concerned.

"Nah, I‘ll be fine, it‘s not far. Thanks though.“ you moved to his door. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you.“ Derek watched you leave. He then smiled to himself. So you were not scared of him. Maybe you all were just too oblivious to realize. Maybe everything will turn out to be fine in the end.

Standing at your front door, you searched for your keys. When you found them, you opened the door, stepping inside. You were surprised when you saw a light inside. You could have sworn you had switched off the lights before leaving. Maybe you had forgot one. Stepping into your leaving room you let out a short scream. Your mom & dad were sitting on the couch, looking quite angry. Why were they back already? It was not Sunday?

"Oh so you did decide to show up?“ your dad mocked.

"I think we made it clear that you are not allowed to go out except when you‘re studying. By the way...what is THIS?!“ your mother raised her voice at the end. You flinched away, knowing what was about to happen. Your mom held your chemistry test in front of your face, a look of pure anger & disappointment on her face.

"I- I can explain. It was a surpr-"

"CUT IT!“ your dad chimed in. Again you flinched away, trying to step back until your back hit a wall. This will not end well.

"You really don’t get it, do you?“ your mom asked. "We want you to be better but all you do is fuck things up. You‘re such a useless little bitch. You know what? Whenever someone asks me if I have kids I tell them no because I would be ashamed to talk about your pathetic ass.“ with each word her voice became louder & louder. Tears were streaming down your face. You did not understand why your parents treated you that way but you started to believe their words.

"I wish I wouldn’t be your father. You‘re the worst kid one can have. I HATE YOU, WE HATE YOU!!“ your father screamed. By now you were seriously scared they were about to hit you. They never really laid a hand on you but they had never been this angry before.

"I‘m sorry, I‘ll try to be bett-"

"Leave.“ your dad said dangerously low.

"W- What?“ you could not believe what you just heard. They wanted to kick you out. Yeah, they were verbally abusive but they were your parents. Your parents who were supposed to love you.

"LEAVE YOU STUPID BITCH."

This was all it took for you to turn around & sprint out of your, well not anymore, house. You did not even care to take your belongings. To be honest, you had nothing that really kept you there in the first place. You should have been glad, you were finally free. Free of your parents. That did not stop your from crying.

Without knowing where your feet dragged you, you only stopped running when you saw a big familiar building. Your tears blurred your vision but you knew exactly where you were. Derek‘s loft. You contemplated if you really should head in. Why would Derek want to deal with you anyway? Your parents were right, you were a fuck up, useless, pathetic. But where else could you possibly go? It was only then when you realized that it had been raining. Your clothes were drenched & you started shaking because of the cold.

You did not care. You were standing in front of his door, deciding to finally knock. You knocked for about three times, slowly losing hope. Derek was probably asleep. Maybe it was better that way. When you started turning around you heard the door squeaking.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? Are you okay?“ Derek asked, concerning features crossing his face.

"I- I‘m-" you could not finish because your voice started to break. Derek took you in for a hug immediately. You held onto him like your life depended on it & cried into his chest.

"I‘ve got you, sweetie. I‘m here.“, (Y/N).“ Derek soothed you. Somehow his words made you cry even more but not in a bad way. You were so glad he was the one you were going to. How you ended up on his couch? You did not know. Eventually your tears stopped & you calmed down, exhausted by everything that had happened to you that night.

"I‘m sorry, Derek. I just...I didn’t know where to go.“

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?“

"Okay..." you breathed. "My parents, they have been obsessed with my grades for as long as I can remember. It all started out with them being disappointed but it got worse. They started calling me names, screaming at me whenever I didn’t get an A. Derek, they made my life a living hell. When I got back home, they were waiting for me, my chemistry test in my mom‘s hands. They started screaming, they scared me & then all of a sudden they told me to leave.“

Derek needed a few seconds to let your words sink in. Before he could speak up, you continued.

"I started to believe their words. Them calling me pathetic, useless...a disappointment. So when we first met & you acted quite cold towards me I thought you‘d think the same as my parents. I didn’t wanna bother you, that‘s why I kept quiet whenever you were around. Truth is, I‘ve been scared, Derek. I am so so scared.“ you confessed.

"Shhh, I‘m here. If I had known I would‘ve said something way sooner. I simply thought you hated me but as a matter of fact, I always had an eye on you & saw you slowly disappearing. (Y/N), you‘re not alone. You don’t need to be scared. You‘re safe with me.“ he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"I don’t know what to do...I have nowhere to go. I have nothing, Derek."

"You have me, sweetheart. I‘m right here. You‘ll be staying with me, okay? We‘re gonna get through this together. I‘ll make you believe in yourself again, I promise." he said sincerely.

"The thing is...I can’t be saved. How will you make me believe in myself again?"

"Well, for starters, I believe in you.“ Derek looked into your (Y/E) eyes.

"Why though?" you asked?

Derek slowly leaned in, searching for any rejection. When he saw you did not move, he put his soft lips onto your own, moving in sync. When Derek could not make you believe with his words, he would try to make you believe with his actions. You scooted closer to him if that was possible at this point. After your kiss, you stayed close together, simply enjoying each other’s company.

"And I thought you hated me." you whispered.

"And I thought YOU hated me.“ Derek chuckled. Maybe he was right. Maybe everything was meant to turn out like this. For now, you felt safer than ever, in the arms of Derek. Derek, who would try everything to keep you happy. Forever.

Published 02/29/2020 by Cathy

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a-monsters-love · 5 years ago

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Spice

[Master List]

Art credit goes to: @ianterweb -- [Original Post]

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: swearing (obvi it’s Bakugo), blood, a drop of gore (not in a stomach churning way), toy guns, implied pining, spoilers if you haven’t watch season 4, mentioned of death, Slow Burn

Genre: angst, fluff, combat

Word count: 12k

Time Line: I extended the timeline around between the provisional licensing exam and the work study program, part of me doesn’t think irl they’d just thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire.

A/N / Inspiration: So I rewatched ATLA and honestly I really wanted a Ty Lee styled reader for this, like just upbeat and positive but irl she’s got demons. Also I fully believe Ty Lee could kick Bakugo’s ass, no one can change my mind. I firmly believe he needs an S/o who can just whoop his ass, part of me thinks that’s the only way he’d ever accept a crush or a relationship.

*So like, if (y/n) fought like Ty Lee who uses Tai Chi and Dim Mak (loosely translates to “Touch of Death” but we know it as chi blocking)

*All Tai Chi and Yoga pose names I fully researched

*don’t @ me for this but because their classes only carry 20 students I’m sacrificing our sweet boy Rikido Sato (code name: Sugarman) b/c I haven’t seen enough of his character to know how to write him :L #TheProverbialSacrificialGoat

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

(L/N) = Last Name

(H/C) = Hair Color

(S/C) = Skin Color

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/L) = Home Land i.e country of origin

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“Listen up.” Aizawa Sensei announced to the class dropping a book on his podium, gathering the classes attention he lazily sighs before speaking again. “As you’ve all noticed we still have an empty seat in the back of the class,” He points his hand in the general direction. “Moving forward, I have to introduce you to a new student to the class.” On cue the classroom door slides open, you walk in calmly despite your excitement. Your (H/C) hair is pulled up into a neat bun with your bangs clipped to the side, the only addition to your uniform being a pair of half palmed white gloves, you can feel everyone’s eyes scanning over you as you waltz in. “This is (L/N) (Y/N), I’ll let her introduce herself.” He finished as he stepped into his sleeping bag.

You glanced over at your new teacher, quickly understanding what kind of person he is before looking back at the class. “Hello, please feel free to call me (Y/N/N).” You giggle softly, “I just moved to Japan from (H/L) and it’s my understanding you guys have been together for sometime so I‘ll be in your care.” You smiled sweetly and gave a delicate bow.

“You’ll be sitting behind Koda,” He pointed to the obvious empty seat, “Between Ochaco and Shoto.” Aizawa Sensei made little effort to discern the two. “(Y/N) has already been moved into the dorms so I expect everyone to do their part in helping her get settled.”

You only smiled as you made your way to your desk, shaking hands and giving polite greeting to your new desk mates. The girl beside you made quick work of making friends with you, the boy in front of you was extremely shy but made his own effort to wave back at you. You listened in on the class as the morning babble began, whispers in curiosity and a few waves and smile. You can feel a creepy gaze that made your skin crawl and heard a single but loud tongue click. “Another extra.” You heard him groan, the comment only made you snort a bit before the lecture started.

You took color coded notes based off theme and what you decided or Aizawa Sensei said was important. Ochaco whispered about how cute your notes are causing you to whisper and explain why you did it. You noticed the way Shoto listened in on your organization explanation when you silently offered him a red and green pen. He took them both gratefully and confused at your action before deciding to make his own version of you system. When first period was over your desk was swarmed by your new classmates.

You smiled brightly as they all introduced themselves when a boy, who introduced himself as Iida, tried to dispel the mob. “No-no it’s okay, we have plenty of time to get acquainted anyway.” You reassured him bashfully as the slimy kid, who introduced himself as Mineta, got a little too close for comfort. You took great pleasure in watching the pink girl grab him by the ankle and drop him in the trash.

It was then that you heard a soft and almost awkward voice, “Can I ask what your quirk is?” Asked the green haired boy, Izuku is what someone called him.

“Of course!” You beamed, his clear anxiety from the question washes away as he pulled out a beat up notebook. “My quirk is called Molecular Regeneration, so basically Healing+, from what Aizawa-Sensei explained to me this morning I’ll be able to fully show everyone during gym.” You scanned over the group and motioned for Denki to come over. “I can heal little things like this pimple-“ You removed a glove and tapped his skin, fading the pimple away. “To great wounds, within reason of course. I have to eat a ton of food for the carbs, fats, proteins and all the extra good stuff if I use my quirk excessively but it’s a trade off I’m happy to make.” You put your glove back on and rubbed the back of your neck as you watched Izuku beam and start spiraling as he took notes. One of the other students explained that he does that often.

——

During gym everyone was paired up to fight, for practical and strategical purposes. Everyone gasped when Aizawa paired you up with Bakugo, saying it was cruel and you were new. You giggled at their concern, knowing full well that you could and have taken the blunt of an actual bomb and come out fine. Well fine-ish. “I paired them up purposely because I know he’ll be able to go all out and she’ll be fine.” He droned at his gaping students.

Each pair took turns, you watched everyone fight, analyzing their fighting styles noting where they went wrong. Your mother was a trained martial artist so you learned at a young age to do this. When your turn arrived you were excited to finally get up. You decided to take off your shoes as the boots you were provided weren’t practical for how you fought. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a girl.” Bakugo hissed.

You just smiled widely, “I’d be insulted if you did.” You chuckled, stretching a bit before getting into the Brush Knee starting position, legs spread slightly with a bent knee, one palm flat towards the ground and the other raised facing the boy. You looked relaxed, which seemed to anger him. As Aizawa blew his whistle he was quick to charge, when he got close you slapped his inner wrist the back of each hand. This pushes his arms to his sides as you twist around him and aggressively push on his spine with your palm causing him to falter forward. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a boy.” You teased at him, the face he made was that of confused rage.

“You think you can beat me with a few slaps?” He chided, earning a laugh from you as he charged again.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” You snorted.

His wrists sparked as he aimed to use his quirk on you, “We’ll see about that.” You could almost hear amusement in his voice as he made a circle out of one hand and shot exploding bullets at you. You barely managed to dodge as you pushed yourself into a backhand spring, you confused him when you used your arms to push towards him.

He went to use and exploding hand to punch at you as you jabbed repetitively at his quirk fueled arm. His explosion dissipating as his arm went limp. “I suppose we will.” You beamed close to his face before failing to see the swift kick he struck your side with, easily throwing you from your close proximity. You chuckled a bit with a small cough as you skidded in the distance, didn’t see that coming.

“What the fuck did you do to my arm?” He demanded an answer as you ran back and cartwheeled towards him using the propulsion to jump at him, aiming a leg to kick him from the side. Knowing he’d reflexively block the kick when you were close you used your other foot to kick his chin upwards.

Your kick was successful and satisfying, “Dim Mak, also known as Chi Blocking.” When he regained his stance from your kick you jabbed at his other arm causing it to go limp. You stood beside him as he groveled a bit. “And with that~ I think I win, I don’t think it’s much of a fair fight at this point.” You smiled sweetly at him.

Aizawa whistled again to end the match, you grabbed Bakugo’s wrist shaking the limp limb to Aizawa when you heard a pop, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You quietly warned him still holding his wrist with a smirk but being who he is as a person the hand you held exploded with his quirk.

You heard an audible scream from the class, after the dust dispersed your hand was basically gone. Your radius and ulna bones were cracked and broken poking up from your tattered forearm, blood splattered across both your face and Bakugo’s. All the rage that quelled in his system wiped clean with a guilty and horrified expression, seeing the blood that soaked part of your hair and the mess he created. “Oh fuck, I-“ He started but realized you were still smiling, even as blood dropped down your arm. Aizawa groaned loudly.

“Well, that was… spicy.” You snorted. Within moments the bones started to grow where your hand once was, thick red muscles climbed the bones followed by skin. You were regenerating your hand, you smiled but your gaze was dark as you stared at him. “I told you not to do that.” Using your newly regrown hand you punched him in the side of the face causing him to hit the floor, hard.

“I deserved that one.” He mumbled quietly on the ground, you stood over him smiling smugly.

“Come on, get up and let me fix your arms.” You waved for him to sit up before looking to Aizawa, “I’m leaving early after this for a shower.”

“Please.” He sighed, sending up the next group who were just staring at you in a mix of horror and awe. “We don’t have all day.” Aizawa said.

You sat Bakugo down and sat behind him, almost forcing him to lean his back into your knees and shins. “Alright, Spice, let me fix your nerves.” You removed the glove that didn’t get blow up and pulled at a limp arm, using your quirk to heal the damaged nerves as well as massaging into pressure points to release the tension you forced into his blood stream. He groaned in agony before sighing in relief.

When you were done he rubbed his arms and hands as the prior numbness faded, he looked back at you as you decided to heal the burnt skin on your shoulder and cheek. You smirked when you caught his gaze on you, he ruffled his hair aggressively as he got up and ushered you to follow him. You both needed to head to the dorms to clean up, as you followed behind him you heard him mumble. “I’m sorry.” He earned a chuckle out of you causing him to look back. I just blew up your literal arm to the bones and you were acting like a ray of fucking sunshine, he thought to himself as confusion knitted his brows. “I’m not sure what happened, I didn’t know I could be that lethal.” He admitted almost hissing out the words as if they were painful.

“I’m not mad, Aizawa paired me up with you for that reason.” You shrugged bashfully, “And what happened back there was kinda… mostly my fault..” Your admission seemed to confuse him more. “When I jabbed you’re arms I disrupted your blood flow and by default your quirk. You have a strong one so it essentially grew like an actual bomb and exploded more or less on its own.” He watched you explain, you just hoped he wouldn’t feel too guilty. “Look. If you’re sorry just get me lunch or something, Spice.” You smiled softly at the comment as you finally got to the dorm, making your way to your rooms to grab a change of clothing and then to your respective bathrooms to shower.

Bakugo grumbled over the whole ordeal before settling on the new nickname you’ve given him. Spice. What the fuck is that about, he couldn’t wrap his head around it but he learned quickly that he wouldn’t be able to stop you. You made that clear when you essentially wiped the floor with him, the thought of that made him yell out in frustration. “Stupid girl.” He hissed as he got dressed.

You were waiting for him at the door in a fitted t-shirt and your gym shorts. Flitting through your phone aimlessly, he noticed your usual smile was gone. Replaced with something bored and almost listless, when you noticed him your lips curled at the edges into a soft smile. “Come on, Spice.” You waved for him as you opened the front door.

“Stop calling me that.” He snapped, frustrating that he could tell you wouldn’t.

You snorted with a loud ‘HA’, “Would you prefer Spicy Boy? Blasty? Bomb-dot-com? Oh! What about Limb Remover?”

Bakugo groaned trying to walk faster than you, “No!” He hissed at you, eliciting a hearty laugh from you.

“Spice it is.” You wink as you took lead almost skipping in front of him. He groaned loudly as you joined the rest of your class before gym was over. The two of you bickered back and forth for sometime and you could only laugh at his rising and dwindling frustration. Kirishima joined the conversation, fist bumping the only other person he could imagine withstanding an explosion from Bakugo. You could hear Izuku spiraling behind you and decided to turn a bit to answer his questions. “I’ve never successfully grown other people’s limbs or organs back but I can accelerate growth of, like, hair and finger nails.” You commented to one of his questions. “Though if you’re arm got like cut off cleanly I could potentially reattach it, I imagine it wouldn’t feel the same though.” You scratched at your damp hair that was now down from its bun to dry, your mouth was slanted not quite a frown but it was obvious to anyone that the gears in your head were spinning.

Bakugo just stared at you with half lidded eyes as you spoke, part of him wanted to hiss at Deku to piss off with his nerdy ass research note book. However when you pulled the note book from Izuku’s hands and flitted through it with knitted brows and scold him for the condition of the note book it almost earned you a laugh. Almost. When you asked about the burns on the notebook he was hesitant to answer, “Accidents happen.” Was all he managed, you gave him a raised eyebrow but didn’t pester the topic.

——

At lunch you had lost sight of Bakugo and didn’t think much of it, you were quickly wrangled by the girls of class 1-A as you paid for your meal, they pulled you to a table where you sat with Asui, Ochaco, Shoto, Izuku and Iida. You were quiet listening in on their conversations, providing a comment when needed as you quickly ate your food. You temporarily sated your stomach, knowing you should eat more before your quirk absorbed the contents of your stomach. You got up to put your tray away, running into Bakugo on the way back. “Hey, Spice. I lost you for a minute.” You snickered at him, he just grunted and rolled his eyes. Dragging you back to the lines to get lunch, or in this case a second helping. He didn’t say anything as you waited in line with him, he paid for your meal and made sure you received it before walking off. Waving a lazy hand back at you. “Prideful brat.” You snickered to yourself before rejoining your table.

“What’s all that?” Asui asked.

“Bakugo bought me lunch,” The table gaped at your comment. “As an apology for blowing up my arm.” You said pointedly, “Plus my quirk already started to absorb what I got earlier since I had to regrow a limb.” You half sighed half laughed at the comment. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you guys.” You rubbed your neck, this was a tell for you.

Shoto shrugged, you knew Izuku nerded out on what happened, “We’ve seen scary quirks, yours wasn’t as scary as the situation, kero.” Asui said, Ochaco nodded fervently in agreement.

You sighed in relief and started eating gleefully. This hit the spot, you were grateful to Bakugo even though it was your idea.

——

At the end of the day you followed your class back to the dorms, making quick work to get into your comfy clothes. You wore a short (but not quite cropped) shitty band shirt and a pair of high waisted pajama shorts that were just long enough to keep yourself covered if you stretched. You sat at the bar with a book as you idly watched Momo file through the kitchen. She offered tea which you happily accepted, discussing each of your preferences. You were a big fan of spiced drinks, chai’s more often than not.

Iida made his way to you not too long after with a schedule in hand, it showed everyone’s chores and what days they do them and with whom. He had added you to the schedule, noting that you had been paired with Bakugo on a large handful of occasions. Iida mentioned that you were one of the few who made it clear that you could clearly handle him he decided to rearrange the schedule as such to relieve some stress from your other classmates. You laughed and agreed that it would probably be for the best.

The evening droned on a bit before dinner, you offered to help Izuku and Ochaco in the kitchen since you gave everyone quite the scare earlier. They both happily agreed, you helped out and decided to make a side dish your mom always made at home when you had a bad day. It was simple and it always seemed to cleanse the palate. When you let it simmer you made quick work of pulling out plates to serve at the table, helping Ochaco and Izuku when something started going awry.

When dinner was served and everyone was seated you weren’t sure where to sit until Kirishima dragged you to sit with him, Mina, Denki, Bakugo and Sero. You laughed, figuring you sat with the others at lunch. “Fine, fine, I’ll sit just stop dragging me.” You sat in the middle of the table between Bakugo and Kirishima, who asked loads of questions about your fighting style. “Oh, it’s just Tai Chi.”

“You mean that thing old people do at the crack of dawn?” Denki asked, that’s definitely not what he expected.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Tai Chi is a form of defensive martial arts that can also be used for meditation.” You ate a bit before continuing. “When used offensively the base principal of it is redirection, our bodies are covered in pressure points that-“ You took a sip of water. “If hit hard enough can fuck up your opponents whole fighting position and quickly turn the tables.”

“You still never explained what you did to my arms.” Bakugo hissed, almost pouting as he ate.

You scoffed, “Yes I did! I told you on the way back to the dorm after you blew up my arm!” You laughed, “I can explain it again if it didn’t make sense, Spice.”

The other boys and Mina snorted at the new nickname, “Please explain,” Sero managed to laugh out.

“Okay. So, the fighting style for that is called Dim Mak, which means ‘Touch of Death’. Essentially I hit all the right pressure points directly to disrupt his blow flow, disabling his arms and quelling his quirk. Well, until the end.” You rubbed your neck bashfully at your mistake. “With Tai Chi you only hit pressure points to redirect, not do damage to the nervous system.”

The other four just laughed, Bakugo just grunted and rolled his eyes as he ate. When they moved to the side dish you made Denki and Sero almost inhaled it. “This is so good, what is it?” Denki asked, knowing you helped in the kitchen.

“Oh, I made that. It’s [Food Name], just comfort food my mom always made for me when I had a bad day. I gave everybody a good scare today so I figured it’s be nice to have.” You shrugged to him nonchalantly, not noticing Bakugo had also made quick work of the dish.

“I’m gonna need seconds of this.” He snorted getting up.

You didn’t say much else while you ate, eating was a reprieve for you. When you finished your dishes you let out a happy sigh. Finally satiated for the day, you leaned over to Bakugo as he finished eating. “You never gave me a chance to thank you for lunch.” You gave him a smile before getting up to clear the table of empty dishes to return to the kitchen.

“Shut up.” He snapped, following your actions as you walked into the kitchen. You hummed at his response, figuring he was too prideful.

“Well, thank you none the less, I would’ve been starved if it weren’t for you.” You snicker, Bakugo just crossed his arms and looked at the time. You heard Mina call for you and ask if you wanted to watch a movie before bed, “Of course!” You call back, “You gonna join us Spice?” Looking back at him with a tired smile.

“No.” He retorted quickly before leaving the kitchen heading towards his dorm, hearing a faint ‘good night’ from you.

You join your new pink friend who loops her arm in yours pulling you to the living room where you sat almost snuggled between her, a pillow and Ochaco. You were cozy enough to fall asleep but every movement either of the girls made roused you. You remembered seeing this movie once, letting you answer a few questions anyone had without spoilers. “Damn,” You mumbled to yourself with a yawn, realizing how tired you actually were. You shook Mina, whispering that you were heading to bed before sliding over the back of the couch. You waved a lazy good night to the others who noticed and headed to your room.

——

The next morning you woke to the sun rising and danced across your eye lids, getting a good pop filled stretch before crawling out of the warm comfort of your blankets. Your morning routine was simple, brush your teeth, sort out your hair, wash your face, down a glass of water, make tea, listen to music and practice your morning yoga and tai chi filled exercises. You decided to wear your gym shorts for stretching; not with a creep like Mineta in the house, you thought storing your pajamas. You walk to the patio out front, enjoying the brisk morning air before setting down your tea on the banister. You had your Bluetooth headphones in and placed your phone on the windowsill. You made basic stretches to loosen up before grabbing your ankles as you bent into a full uttanasana, you stretch up pulling your leg to a natarajasana but pulling your foot closer to the back of your head before switching legs. Continuing this for sometime before starting your Tai Chi, ‘fickle habits lead to fickle lives’ your mother mantra played in your mind frustratingly.

Bakugo has always been the ‘first to bed - first to rise’ type of person. In the dorms this gave him more liberties in the morning, as he had a tendency to walk out of his room to the showers in boxers and maybe a t-shirt most mornings. The last thing he was expecting was to see the electric kettle steaming after it’s obvious use. His eyes darted around, listening keenly to the main lobby of the dorm. He didn’t hear anything inside but spotted a phone outside of the building on the windowsill. Bakugo’s sight narrowed in before realizing he was walking towards it to see who the fuck is outside at this hour, or if someone left it outside on accident. He stepped slowly seeing you stretching on the patio, he couldn’t hear anything but he noticed the device was lit up playing music. Holy shit she’s listening to aggressive rap, he thought spotting the song title. The playlist was labeled ‘✨ GOOD MORNING ✨’ he snorted at the idea of that being morning music, the song changed to some classic punk rock song he recognized. He decided to leave you be, he would never admit it but he absolutely took in the sight of you before shuffling to the bathroom to start his own morning routine.

When you finished your morning routine you made haste to grab your uniform and run to the shower. When you got out you saw Bakugo in the kitchen preparing what you assumed was his breakfast. “Good morning, Spice.” You said sweetly.

You just hear a grunt from him when you sat down to dry your hair properly, “Morning.” You hear him quietly mutter, as he brought out a plate with his breakfast. “Dry your hair properly.” He hissed, you snorted and continued working the dampness from your hair.

Once you were satisfied you finished buttoning your uniform top and tying the tie, you left for a moment to return your towel to its home and pull your hair into a bun. Clipping back your mostly dry bangs as you returned to the lobby, “Whatever you made smells great,” You made your way to the kitchen for a second cup of tea. “Want tea?” You asked in passing. He grumbled something but didn’t say no so you made him a glass anyway, letting them steep as you made your way to your room to grab your book bag. When you got back and the tea had settled you placed a glass in front of the seemingly agitated blonde. Making breakfast for yourself and joined him at the table. You ate and flitted through yesterday’s notes.

Bakugo watched you out of the corner of his eye, you were so casual as if you’d been here the whole time. Something about you frustrated him endlessly, he figured he’d be able to narrow it down later. He begrudgingly accepted the tea, it was spicier than he expected. He wondered if this was a jab at him with the shitty nickname you’d bestowed him with.

—

A couple weeks passed quickly as you adjusted to your life at UA, you spent your early mornings with Bakugo before the other lazily made their way to the lobby, class began, then gym, then lunch, more classes, back to the dorms for a mix of homework and playtime with dinner somewhere in the mix.

One weekend you decided to sleep in, which was a mistake as Mina had invited herself into your room and tackled your sleeping form. Eliciting a great squeal from you and you both ended up on floor with a loud *THUD*. “You know. I’m gonna skip the ‘what is wrong with you’ and go straight for the why, Mina.” You groaned, groveling on the floor at her excited stupor.

“We’re going to the mall! Get up! Get dressed!” She was bouncing at you as you slumped upon the floor, calves still on your bed. “Come ooonnn (Y/N/N)!!”

You snorted at her, “Fine, give me 20 minutes.” With that she was gone as fast as she came, you stood and pulled out your casual clothes you now rarely got to wear. Throwing on a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, a fitted white crop top, a thin burnt amber cardigan that went down to your calves, topped with honey brown softly pointed ankle boots. You left your hair loose aside from pulling your bangs upright to clip them back, providing a small bumped look you could live with. You grabbed your small purse that slings across your shoulders only holding your phone and wallet and a pair of round darkly tinted sun glasses before meeting up with the Bakugang. Mina gaped at your outfit excitedly, all four boys on the other hand just stared. “Too much? It’s just casual wear.” You shrugged and offered a soft but awkward smile.

“Shut up, you look great!” Mina snorted, she wore a loose crop top that hung just above the belt line of her skinny jeans, “You have plenty of time to check (Y/N/N) today idiots, let’s go!” She looped her arm with yours and almost dragging you along.

You never cared to much for shopping, you had what you needed and what you liked but you enjoyed spending time with the Bakugang outside of UA. Mina asked you about what your makeup preferences were and you admitted that you knew little regarding the topic. The boys whined to eat, “I’m always game for food.” You snorted, you were being dragged around more than anything anyway.

You all sat around a table in the mall talking about nonsense, eating your respective lunches. They quickly got used to just how much you ate, much to your relief. When lunch was over the six of you ended up in an arcade, you and Denki played a shooting game with the big plastic colorful guns. Denki grabbed the red plastic cabled hand gun leaving you with the bright orange cabled shot gun. You snorted when he thought he had the better gun. “HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS?” He whined as he watched you take shot after shot.

“The keener the eye the better the hero, also my dad was big into hunting back in (H/L).” You chuckled, “Both of my parents are Quirkless so they reveled in what they could.” You quickly beat the game, re-holstering the plastic gun you collect your almost endless stream of tickets. “You can imagine I was a huge surprise for them.” Sero snorted and agreed at your last comment.

You made an abysmal attempt to fold up your tickets when Kirishima pulled you into some game him and Bakugo were playing. You were sure the blonde would get you guys kicked out as he seemed to be intent on destroying the game itself. You laughed loudly at him yelling “DIE!!” And “I’LL KILL YOU!!” At the console. Mina pulled you to play skee-ball next to them, you made for a mediocre game as you couldn’t stop laughing at Bakugo’s video game rage.

You managed though, collecting more tickets and playing another round as Mina, Sero, Denki and you made a bet. The person with the lowest score would have to calm the blonde down. “Game on!” Denki puffed, you smirked cheekily as the challenge began.

After about 5 minutes the four of you were neck in neck with high scores but you fell short of third place. You groaned, collecting your tickets. Mina and Denki wiggled their eyebrows at you and Sero just laughed at your dismay, “Fine!” You laughed, walking over the the blonde on the verge of explosion. “Hey, Spice?” You placed your gloved hand on his shoulder. He snapped at you, scowling at your disruption. “Help me pick out a prize with my tickets?” You didn’t wear your usual smile, your brows knitted, concerned about the potential problem if he blew up the game.

Bakugo could almost breathe fire at you in his rage, but the concerned look you gave him threw him off. He just tossed up his hands and almost growled before crossing his arms letting you usher him to the prize table with a relieved smile. Sero, Mina, Denki and Kirishima were floored; their jaws slack at the ease at which you had simmered him and removed him from the game he almost blew up. They all looked at each other with devious grins as they huddled together.

At the prize table you had to put all your tickets into some machine that counted them out, “Thanks for agreeing to help me.” You smiled up at him as he unraveled the mess of tickets you had. He just grunted and huffed in response, he wasn’t a big talker outside of when he screamed about being the best or when he got mad. When he did talk you could tell he put thought into his words, even when he wasn’t talking to you. When all the tickets were counted out you were directed to the charm section of the prize table. “What do you think?” You pestered him.

He squatted down, eyeing most of the girly charms. He didn’t know what girls liked, he watched you look over the more boyish themed charms. “I don’t know,” He hissed, “What’s the point of this anyway.”

“Making memories.” You smiled into the glass, spotting a charm that caught your eye. “Oh! Can I look at that one?” You asked the staff behind the counter, the pulled out a little bob-omb phone charm. You snickered at it, “How do we feel about this one?” You handed it to him, he just stared at it with knitted brows before scowling at you. “What??”

“It’s a bomb.” He said.

“So are you.” You snorted and rolled your eyes. “I think it’s cute.”

With a over dramatic “TCH.” He handed it back, “Well I guess that’s the one then.” He rolled his own eyes, “Why did you ask for my help if you didn’t need it?”

You handed you ticket stub to the staff and looped the charm onto your phone, “I didn’t know I wouldn’t need your help.” You pushed him back towards the group, “Come on, I think everyone is burnt out on games.”

Before leaving the arcade everyone found a one of those kawaii photo booths. Mina somehow managed to usher everyone in, her and the other three boys pushed you and Bakugo together, you took the standard photos, Kirishima managed to swindle the ‘Glamouroki’ face out of Bakugo for the final ‘funny face’ photo. You, Mina and Denki burst into tears of laughter at the scene, Sero wheezed into the side of the booth. The face was now encapsulated for all of time in the photo booth six sticker sheets. You slipped the photo behind your clear phone case, making sure not to stick it down. “God. We have to keep this forever.” Mina cried out.

“That was solid gold.” You wheezed out wiping your face, Bakugo shouted and hit Kirishimas hardened head when he figured out it was photographed. “Holy shit, that couldn’t have been more perfect.” You panted taking a deep breath.

“Let grab a few drinks before heading home.” Kirishima cried out from his own laughter, you all agreed. Heading to a vending machine on your way out.

——

The next day after finishing weekend homework the bakugang decided to have a movie night. You noticed that Mina and the boys had been pushing you and Bakugo together, not that you minded but you couldn’t pin point why so you shrugged off the thought. It had been decided that the four of them would prepare snack and drinks if you and Bakugo would pick a movie. “Soo- they’re clearly plotting something,” You joked at the blonde as you both dig through his movie collection. “Should we pick a movie they can’t handle as revenge?” This elicited a laugh out of him.

“I didn’t think ‘little miss sunshine and rainbows’ would come up with such a devious idea.” He snorted at you.

“Sunshine and Rainbows only appear after a dark storm.” You smirked while pointing at him.

He laughed, you almost dropped the DVD you were looking at when you heard it. “Oh, this is gonna be great.” The two of you picked the most gruesome and twisted movie you could find in his collection. Putting it in his DVD player before the others returned. You and Bakugo were chuckling at each other, unwittingly it seemed to excite the other four. You and Bakugo sat on his bed as the rest sat choice-fully on the floor. Denki turned off the lights as Mina sorted out snacks so everyone could reach them and passed around drinks.

They movie started fine, easily pulling them in, you stifled laughter. Bakugo was much better at doing that, though he had a smirk plastered onto his face. You adjusted yourself to pulling your knees up to your chest comfortably, to an outside perspective your were preparing for the movie to get more twisted, from Bakugo’s perspective he just noted a smile that curled at your lips behind your hands that rested on your knees. He started to get irritated with how much attention he paid to you. The simple ways you shifted as the movie dragged on, the excitement that built up causing you to bite your bottom lip. He had the urge to smack you and telling you to stop biting your lip. He shook his head at the thought. Nope, nu-uh. These are not thoughts he was ready to have. He forced his attention from you and focused on the movie with knitted brows.

You adjusted again, crossing your legs and grasping your ankles in anticipation. Part of you was totally enthralled in the movie, you love this stuff, the other part was excited for the wicked prank you and Bakugo had setup for your poor unwitting friends. The first scene that got to them came, enticing a loud set of screeches from the four on the floor and you had gasped at the scene jumping a little and then a chuckle at their responses. You looked back at Bakugo who was already looking at you and beamed, “Success.” You whispered at him, he smirked back and nodded before your attention was back on the screen.

By the time the movie was over you firmly believe you traumatized the four, “WHY WOULD YOU PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON.” Mina whisper yelled.

You and Bakugo glanced at each other from where you sat on the bed and laughed softly, “I thought it was a good movie.” You retorted.

“You guys are a bunch of babies, if you want to watch something soft you pick the movie.” Bakugo snorted waving a hand at the movie collection, it was movie night after all.

Denki looked a little brain fried as Mina and Kirishima darted to the movie collection to pick something to quell their pained minds. You laughed again, sliding off the bed as you looked at the time. “It’s getting late, we can afford one more movie but I’m gonna go change.”

You made your way out of Bakugo’s room to yours, you tossed your hair up in a messy bun and threw on a baggy shirt, a pair of shorts and a warm cardigan. Quickly making your way back to his room when you hear bickering. “Don’t you dare, that’s (Y/N/N)’s!” You hear Mina say.

You poke your head in to see her wrangling your phone from Bakugo’s grip, trying to get the photo you slid into your case out. “Oh-ho.” You piped out, “I see, I can’t trust you with my belongings.” You snorted, knowing how he felt about the hilarious photo. You slid in quickly snatching your phone from them both before finding your barely warm spot still on the bed.

Mina huffed in success and Bakugo just crossed his arms, “It’s just a stupid photo.” He grumbled.

“It’s my stupid photo, Spice.” You said, “And if you try to take it again I’ll print large poster versions of it and plaster it to every wall in the school.” You chided at him with an almost evil smirk.

He groaned and Mina turned the lights back off as the next movie played. You felt Bakugo’s knee tap yours, as if it was some silent confirmation of your words. Your smile softened a bit and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His scowl still ever present but softer than his usual. Kirishima yawned, causing everyone else to yawn. You cozied yourself in your sweater against the wall as you watched the movie with half lidded eyes. Your shoulders slouched a bit and you ended up leaning you arm into Bakugo, who just stiffened at the action. This kept you awake through the movie, not that you were paying it any attention to it.

Bakugo on the other hand was now wide awake due to your sudden touch into his arm, this is not how he expected things to go. Though your prank was an absolute success, he wasn’t prepared for the aftermath. He was irritated and confused at your current actions, you should be angry at him not leaning into him! Did he want you to be mad at him? He couldn’t think straight.

As soon as the movie ended he ushered everyone out, even you in your sleepy stupor. You and Mina just looped arms and made your way back to the girls side of the building, triple checking that you had your phone.

You knocked out quickly when you got to your room, you had a great weekend. Bakugo didn’t have such luck, he just assumed you showed anger different ways and made a mental list of what to do about it before he had the luxury of sleep.

——

The next morning you were back to your usual routine, however you found you weren’t the first one up. You watched the blonde cook in the kitchen before starting your routine, you got ready to exercise when you decided to disturb him. “Good morning, Spice. Food smells great, as usual.”

You watch his frame stiffen, but grunt as usual, “Morning, (Y/N).” He groaned, maybe he slept on the wrong side of the bed? You thought, continuing your stare at him.

“I’m gonna work out, come grab me if you need anything, okay?” You offered but he just waved you off stiffly. You got to your work out, followed by a shower and drying your hair properly so you didn’t have to listen to Bakugo whine about it. Making your way back to the kitchen to make tea for the both of you. The blonde just stiffened at your presence in the kitchen so you made quick work of the tea, this morning was different though. Bakugo had made breakfast for you too, uh oh. You thought, something must’ve happened. “Are you alright?” You asked staring in surprise, “Not that I’m not elated to try your cooking but-“ You were cut off by him shaking his head and starting to eat.

You watched him for a minute before started to eat as well, holy shit. Was all you could think, “This is really good.” You said softly, smiling as you quickly ate.

He still didn’t say anything, you wondered what snapped in him. You finished quickly and when he was done he collected your dishes. Finishing his cooking in the kitchen after the rice cooker pinged. You flitted through your papers making sure everything was in order for the day when you hear a *thump* beside you. You looked over and it was a larger than average bento, wrapped neatly. You just cocked an eyebrow at it and looked at Bakugo, “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?” He’s clearly broken this morning. “Are you sick?” He scowled down at you, differently than you’ve seen before. He just let out a frustrated noise at your confused behavior.

You watch him for a moment before anything happens, he just pushes out the chair beside you and sits crossing his arms scowling differently at you. “The last time you were weirdly quiet and gave me lunch as when you blew up my hand...” You lean your head back thinking before it clicks. “Oh my god, is this about the sticker??”

He just groans in frustration, “Obviously! Your probably furious with me!” He hissed, watching your form relax, no smile in sight just concern. “I don’t fucking know!” He threw his hands out.

You put your hand to your face, a chuckle escaped you and turned to a hearty laugh, “Katsuki.” He flinched, that’s the first time you’ve said his name. “I’m not mad, that sticker is just a fucking sticker. I only wanted to keep it because it’s an original. Those photo booths have an option to email the photos, so I have a digital copy.” You pull out your phone and hand it to him. “If you don’t want me to have it to the point of this much guilt or frustration, take it. I won’t fight you, Spice.”

He stared at you in awe, now he just felt like a fucking idiot. His brain was addled with you over some stupid fucking sticker. What is going on with me?? You seemed to agree that he was losing his shit, not that you even knew it was about you. He pushed your phone back towards you and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry about it.” Was all he said before he got up to clean, leaving you with both photo and bento. He doesn’t say anything to you for the rest of the morning as he disappears to finish getting ready for school.

——

A few days passed and Kirishima brought up the provisional licensing exams that passed before you transferred in. “He probably would have passed if you were there (Y/N).” Kirishima says in passing. You had asked him how they did the testing in Japan.

You hummed at the comment before looking at the redhead, “I don’t think I could have made him be nice to people.” You shrugged a bit, he only failed because he’s abrasive. “He doesn’t yell at me because I’ve proven I can kick his ass.” The comment makes you both chuckle but Bakugo just shouts out in the distance, you both only laugh harder.

That morning the class found out about the work study program, you weren’t here for the sports festival so your options were more limited. Ochaco wanted to introduce you to GunHead but he wasn’t taking work study students; Aizawa said Amajiki-Senpai would introduce you and Kirishima to Fatgum. The two of you fist bump at the offer knowing full well that your friend harassed the poor kid into it. No one could foresee the events that followed.

You found yourself in a meeting discussing the take down of a Yukuza crime syndicate and the rescue of a small girl named Eri. The details of the situation she was in made your stomach churn. Over the next few days you found yourself hanging out with Kirishima, Ochaco, Asui and Izuku more. You all were brooding over the up coming event, your normal routine didn’t change much but the event pulled the 5 of you together. On movie night Denki decided to bring it up to you and Kirishima, you both just kind of looked at each other before making up some bullshit answer. “Honestly, the work study program is just a lot more than we expected. We were just brooding about it.” Was all you could manage, you rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably. You hear Bakugo click his tongue at the blatant lie but you couldn’t defend yourself. It was getting harder to wear your usual smile while waiting for a message for the raid.

—

The day of the raid was devastating, even though the raid itself went by a lot faster than you had expected. You rode in the ambulance with Sir Night Eye, keeping him stable until you arrived at the hospital. You can’t regrow other people’s missing organs but you did everything you could, you just sobbed for most of the time. You were lucky you didn’t receive any damages that would have you stuck in the hospital, you helped heal everyone’s wounds to get them out sooner but it was draining. A few hero’s who claimed to be in your debt brought food to you as you ran around the hospital. Forcing you to sit down and eat, you thanked them telling them they didn’t have to but they waved off the comment.

——

A few days later you were sitting, curled up in the corner and arm of a couch, in the common room in the middle of the night, you didn’t want to be stuffed in your room anymore. You felt like your tears dried out, you just sat staring at your phone screen when you heard foot steps from behind. You payed no mind to it as they walked into the kitchen, you’ve been staring at the same page on your phone trying to focus until the other person spoke, “It’s the middle of the night, go to bed dumbass.” You looked up to see Bakugo, he was right but something made tears bubble in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill.

Bakugo had just run down to get a bottle of water when he saw you sitting on the couch, you were just on your phone so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t doing that in your room. After he spoke up he turned to face you, he saw tears in your eyes as they slowly ran down your cheeks. He panicked he’d never admit that, he walked over and squat down in front of you. He didn’t say anything but he just stared up at you with his brows knitted. “S-sorry. Ah-I just, I d-don’t-“ You stuttered and rubbed your eyes furiously.

He clicked his tongue, “Shut up.” He hissed, he hears what ever you were going to say hitch in your throat and you try to stifle your tears. “That’s not- ugh.“ He cut himself off, comforting people wasn’t in the list of things he was good at. Bakugo gets up from were he was squatting and walks back into the kitchen. When he gets back he hands you water bottle and sits down next to you. “Drink.”

Your hands were shaking but you managed to open the bottle and take a sip, Bakugo finally got a glance at the mess behind your hands. Your (E/C) eyes were red and puffy, the skin around them was raw, your nose and cheeks were irritated from being rubbed at. His brows knit further watching you struggle to put the lid back on. He just snatched the lid and puts it back on for you, “T-thanks.” You sputtered at him, “Sorry, I’m a mess aren’t I?” You force our a small chuckle, he only clicks his tongue.

“Stop apologizing when you’ve done nothing wrong!” He whisper yells at you, you nod at him from behind your hands as they made their way back to your face. “Stop that!” He grabbed your wrists causing you to look at him, when he hoped you’d stop abusing your pretty face he let go of your wrists and grabbed your ankles. You almost yelped at the action as he just lifted them up and aggressively scooted closer, dropping your legs over his lap. “What the fuck is so wrong that’s got Little Miss Sunshine in tears?” He hissed at you.

You almost gaped at him, who is this and what have they done with Bakugo?? As soon as you snapped back to reality you wrapped your arms around your thighs, tears still dripping out of your eyes. “I just, I feel like a failure.” You go on to explain the raid, how messed up Kirishima and Tamaki-senpai got and the loss of Sir Night Eye. “I should’ve been able to do more!” You whisper yelled through tears, “My quirk is molecular regeneration for fucks sake!” You dropped your head into your knees, sobbing quietly.

Bakugo had crossed his arms and listened as you explained everything. Kirishima was his best friend sure but even he knows there’s a limit to every quirk. “(Y/N).” You lifted your head to look at him. “You’re not a fucking miracle worker.” He adjusted in his seat, propping an arm up on the back of the couch and leaning his head into his fist, you felt him adjust which made you focus for the first time on his close proximity. You went to say something back but nothing came out, you dropped your chin onto your knees and let the tears stream thinking about what he said. You knew he was right, you used your quirk a ton before Kirishima and Sir Night Eye were even brought out, even the medic staff thanked you greatly for keeping Sir Night Eye stable the whole way to the hospital. “This is a part of working as a Hero.” He grumbled.

You stayed quiet for some time before responding, “I know.” You tilted to the side and leaned into the blonde, your tears slowing. Your head and knees leaned into his chest lightly, you could feel him stiffen at the action. You went to sit up properly when you felt him pull you back roughly, you let out a small ‘oof’ at the action. The whole situation bubbles up in your stomach, causing you to giggle through what’s left of your tears. “If you keep being nice to me I might have to call you Sweets instead of Spice.” You snorted out softly.

You could feel him stifle a chuckle before clicking his tongue, “Shut up!” He growled, “Don’t even think about telling anyone I was soft with you once!”

You chuckle a bit and lift your head to look at him, wiping your face with your shirt. “You really think I’d share such a sappy moment about you? Nuh-uh, this is my memory.” You chuckle a bit and lean back into him, missing the blush that decorated his scowling face. The two of you stayed like that for awhile before he convinced you that you were tired and should go to bed, you groaned and yawned before you begrudgingly agreed.

The next day Bakugo invited told you to go with him to see Kirishima, you agreed a bit reluctantly. He basically dragged you by the wrist the entire way there, you blushed over the action but didn’t argue. When you arrived Bakugo watched you in a bit of confusion as you were basically on a first name basis with the nurses, and older nurse had pulled you into a big hug that elicited a loud whine from you. They laughed and sent the two of you up to the room where Kirishima was. When you opened up the door you found the redhead was wide awake, he offered a bright smile that just made you cry again. Visible panic set in his face and Bakugo dragged you in by the hand to sit next to him, he explained the situation to his friend and the two let you sob. “I heard about everything you did.” Kirishima said, “I get where you’re coming from but you did a lot (Y/N/N). Like a lot-a lot.” He told Bakugo about what he heard from the nurses and Fatgum about your frenzy around the hospital with all the hero’s and officers who were at the raid.

“I’m sorry for getting upset.” You mumbled, “I just feel stupid. I know what I signed up for when I decided to go into the field of Heroism, but this was just a kick to the gut.” You rubbed your temples a bit, “Honestly, having my arm blown up was better than being this unprepared.” You sputtered, this earned a chuckle from the two.

“Dumbass, I told you you’re not a miracle worker!” Bakugo spat and dropping his palm on the top of your head, ruffling your hair aggressively. “Now stop being upset!” He hissed, you and Kirishima laughed at his aggressive ‘kindness’. The three of you talked for awhile, you offered to heal your friend more but he declined saying he’d be out soon anyway. You pouted but understood.

When you left Bakugo was still dragging you by your hand, “Thanks.” You said softly, smiling a bit. “That made me feel better.” You squeezed his hand lightly when he grunted at you. Such a weirdo, you wondered what’s gotten into him lately.

“Shut up.” He shouted, “It’s fucking weird seeing you upset.”

“Is that your version of saying you like seeing me happy?” You sniggered, this only elicited his grip on your hand to tighten. Your chuckles were cut short and you blushed loudly at the situation, he likes seeing me happy? You internally questioned.

After the trip to the hospital you became way too aware of Bakugo’s presence, anytime you bumped into him or happened to be too close your ears burned with blush. You were finally feeling more like yourself and now you felt like a wrench was thrown into your mind. As far as you could tell Mina was (of course) the first to notice. She pulled you into Jiro’s room, causing you to yelp. “Spill it (Y/N/N)!” She put her hands on her hips while wearing a smug grin. Jiro and Ochaco just stared at you two confused.

“What.” You chocked out.

She wiggles her eyebrows, “You’re all blushy with Bakugo! That’s what!” You almost tackled her at the statement.

“DON’T SAY THAT.” You shouted, the other girls were quick to pick up the situation. Mina grabbed your wrists and the other girls started to poke at you, you squealed loudly from being tickled.

All the yelling caused concern in the other dorm-mates who knocked on the door. Momo opened it up revealing herself, Toru and Iida. “(L/N) has a crush on someone! We’re trying to get her to confess the details!” Jiro tittered.

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER. SOMEONE HELP ME.” You cried out from being tickled, Momo ushered Iida to leave and the girls entered the room to poke at you. “NO!” You shouted while laughing.

“Just tell us what happened!” Ochaco teased you finally agreed and huffed for air.

You collapsed on Jiro’s bed, “I was really upset the other night Bakugo basically said he likes seeing me happy and now I’m like- hyperaware of his presence and the things he’s done. I feel like I’m losing my mind!” You whined softly.

“What’s he done?” Momo asked, you sat up and explained what he did after the sticker incident. You absolutely showed them the sticker and told them that he’s the one who’s been making you lunches. Mina explained how you easily calmed him from almost destroying the arcade game, the other girls just gave you the knowing look.

“Girl.” Mina facepalms, trying her hardest not to laugh. “How are you both are so fucking dense?”

You throw your hands up defensively, “I don’t know!” You yell out when there’s another knock at the door.

Jiro gets up to open it, and speak of the devil. “Boy Wonders here.” This elicits an unintelligible shout from you.

“Wha- AGH. Can you stop making her yell.” Bakugo glowered at your friend.

“I don’t think that’s on me, it’s just.… Girl talk.” She retorts with a snicker. He hears you groan in the background and sees a pillow thrown, your face is undeniably blushing.

He puts his hand on the door and leans in over the girl. “(Y/N), stop yelling.” He says sternly, your face drops into the bed as you wave him off. The girls are laughing at the interaction but he just scowls at them and walks off.

“Can someone just bury me already, I’m dying.” You hissed from the bed.

“So, he obviously likes you.” Jiro says walking back.

“Ohmygod. No he doesn’t!” You blurted.

“If he didn’t like you he would’ve told us all to ‘shut the fuck up’ or ‘keep it down’. He made that about you.” Mina jeered at you.

“Bakugo only feels anger!” You laughed, you knew that was a lie but he’d kill you if you said otherwise.

“Maybe he just feels less angry with you?” Ochaco snorted.

“I’ve never seen him be that considerate to anyone, let alone be as nice as you’ve mentioned.” Momo said.

“You’re in denial because you just noticed your feelings for him.” Toru snickered.

Mina laughed and grinned deviously, “If you’re so sure why don’t you ask him?”

“Wh-what? N-NO! I can’t do that!” You stammered, sitting up quickly. “If he liked me he would’ve said something by now! Can any of you imagine him just letting something he wants get away from him?” The girls looked between each other, you were right.

“OH.” Toru piped. “What if we convince him your interested in someone else? If he likes you he’ll do something about it right?” You could hear the implications in her voice.

You frowned deeply, teetering your head back. “That’s... Fair? I guess, but what if he like, tries to interrogate you guys?” You question, the girls smile and usher you out to make a plan.

Over the next several days the girls in passing talk about you and your crush, making sure it comes up in conversation near you and Bakugo. You always blush whenever they do, making sure you get a good jab or pinch in every time.

Bakugo is getting increasingly frustrated, you guys hang out all the time. What was this stupid crush about? Why was he angry about it? Why did he want to confront you over it? This frustration has him blowing up over everything. He’s managed to break pens, pencils, cups, plates, a book, and a few other miscellaneous objects. Denki and Sero try to get you to calm him down but you said he hasn’t talked to you or made the problem apparent so there’s nothing you can do.

“I think this is about your crush.” Denki mentions, which for you was the final straw you snapped, you were so tired of this crush nonsense.

“Denki.” You smile at him your gaze was dark in frustration, he looks over at you. “If I have to hear anything else about that topic I will flip your skin inside out, rub salt on it and throw vinegar at you.” You smile widens evilly. “Got it?” He just nodded furiously and runs off.

You drop your head on the counter where you sat at the kitchen bar, groaning loudly. You feel an aggressive tapping on your shoulder seconds later. You snap in their direction with a scowl, it’s Bakugo. Your expression softens when you’re met by an equal glare, “Come with me. Now.” He commanded, you follow him reluctantly. You weren’t paying much mind but you slowly realized you were heading to the boys dorms, more specifically his room.

You’ve been in there dozens of times, why are you so nervous now? You let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself as you made your way into the room. You sat on the edge of his bed, like you had many times before. “What can I do for you, Spice?” You ask, smiling at his glare.

He started pacing back and forth, he isn’t quite sure why he brought you here. He’s just mad and it has something to do with you. “What is this whole crush nonsense about?”

You froze a bit, “I have a crush on someone and the girls weaseled information out of me.” You rubbed the back of your neck, the statement was pointed, it wasn’t a complete lie.

He just stared at you in disbelief, all your actions proved you were telling the truth. “Who?” He hissed, less asking and more demanding. You looked down at your feet, you didn’t say anything. “Is it Kirishima?” He snapped, I mean it would make sense with how broken up you were with his injuries. You stared at him, squinting your eyes a bit. Giving him the ‘are you serious?’ expression. “Tell me it’s not Denki? Dudes a fucking idiot.”

You laughed out at this comment, “No, dumbass. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes, you watch the gears turn in his head furiously. It’s not clicking. “For fucks sake, Spice. You really can’t figure it out?”

He scowls at you, you just groan and jump from your seat. You walk up, get in his face and grab him by his shirt collar. You pull his face into your for a kiss. It takes a few seconds for him to grab you by your waist and pull you up, kissing deeper. He bit at you lip as if asking to enter your mouth, you comply easily while you wrap you arms around his neck. Your fingers find his hair when you both pull away for air. “You could’ve just said something, dumbass.”

“Oh, I am not the only dumbass here, Sweets.” You snickered at him. A frustrated blush tints his cheeks at the new nickname.

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps pulling you in aggressively for another kiss.

You tug at his hair a bit at the kiss, “Only when we’re alone.” You retort between kisses. “God, I don’t know if I should kill the girls or thank them.” You pant out, he sends you a questioning look. You chuckle a bit, “The whole crush nonsense was their tactic to force us to admit we had feelings for each other.” Bakugo’s face burned with frustration but he found that he was far less frustrated after the aggressive make out session. Your phone pinged with a text from Mina.

Mina:

Are you making out or killing each other? Hurry up it’s movie night!

Received 5:59PM

(Y/N):

Yes

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

(Y/N):

You hurry up we’re already here

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

You removed yourself from his grasp and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s pick a movie and pretend fight so they’ll shut up.” He just rolled his eyes and smirked. Not too long after the rest of the Bakusquad (minus Kirishima) made their way to his room, followed by a few of the other curious girls. “You’re so fucking weird why would buy that??”

“It’s a classic! Dumbass, why don’t you have good taste in movies?” He hissed.

“Ooh, excuse me for having my own opinion!” You snapped, it was so hard not to laugh.

“What have we done..” Mina groans.

You both look at the door, “Shut up!” You both hissed in unison, snapping back to face each other.

“Don’t copy me!” You yelled.

“You’re one to talk!” He snorted.

Mina ushered the girls off while her and Sero broke up the fight, little do they know it’s totally fake. Mina picks a LOTR movie at random. “Just sit down and let’s enjoy a movie!” She snapped. You both fake hissed at each other as you sat in your normal spots on his bed, a bit closer than normal.

While the others got caught up in the movie you silently laughed to get it out of your system, Bakugo snorted quietly at the whole situation.

At some point during the movie when you adjusted your sitting to stretch your legs Bakugo decided to lay across your lap. Not like a normal person would with their head in you lap, but on his side. The side of his abdomen pressed down your thighs as he propped him head up on his hand. Elbow pressed into the mattress, he snicker as you readjusted. You didn’t mind as much as he thought you did, you were focused on the movie. You had absentmindedly started to comb your fingers through his hair, causing him to get tired. The movie was about 4 hours long, which ran into the time you and the blonde typically went to sleep. Bakugo had already fallen asleep across your lap, you had crossed your arms and started dozing off.

When the movie was over, Mina, Denki and Sero got up to go get ready for bed. When they turned on the light they all stared at the sight before them, you were sat dozed off peacefully against the wall. Your arms crossed head still slightly upright, one leg out and one leg bent with the foot on the opposing knee. While Bakugo was laying on his chest in your lap with one arm under and wrapped around your bent leg with his face buried into your thigh like it was a pillow. Mina was quick to silence her phone and snap a dozen photos, “Should we wake them?” Sero whispers.

Denki shook his head, “You really want to wake the two scariest people we know?” The other two agree and quickly escape the room and turn the light back off.

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Bakugo woke up in the middle of the night, he was warm and cold in all the wrong places. He rubbed his face into what he quickly realized wasn’t a pillow and shot upright. There you were, totally asleep. Same position as the Bakusquad had left you in, with the softest snores escaping you. He just stared at you in shock before he reaches over for his phone. It’s 2 am, he debates whether to wake you or not. He decided to just scoop you up and lay you down on his bed, there’s no getting out of this one. He gets up to change into his sleepwear and climb back into bed, you were already in comfortable clothing (shorts and a baggy t-shirt). He pulls the covers over you and lays facing the wall with his back to you under the covers.

The sun flickered against your eyelids and woke you as usual in the morning, but something was different this morning. You felt a warm and heavy weight holding you down, when you opened you eyes you realized what’s wrong. You were still in Bakugo’s room, you felt him adjust in his sleep which forced you to assess the situation. He was big spooning you, in his bed, one arm under your neck and the other arm wrapped around your waist, hand under your shirt tucked beside your bare ribs, lightly snoring into your neck where his face was nuzzled. Holy shit, was all your brain could process.

You decided to sneakily grab your phone, double check it was on silent mode and snap a few pictures. You now have dirt on him forever. You attempt to pry yourself from his sleeping grip but the second you manage to sit up right his sleeping form curls around your waist. As cute as this is you wanted to go change and get ready for the day, “Hey, Sweets?” You whine at him, he adjusts in his spot. “Bakugo.” You press further, he grumbled but nothing further. You think for a moment and lean down a bit, “Katsuki.” You say in the most seductive voice you can manage, this quickly pries his eyes open. It takes him a solid 30 seconds to realize the position he’s in, how the fuck did this happen?? He doesn’t quite move as he feels his face heat up. “Good morning. Please free me so I can get ready, I’ve been trying to get you up for like 5 minutes.” You yawned out to him, stretching a bit. When he finally let go he just lazily dropped his face in his pillow that now smelt like you, groaning softly.

You looked back at his figure, frustrated noises escaping him as his neck turned red. You just laughed softly before making your way to get your day started.

Bakugo came down with a few other, later than usual when Mina finally tackled you in the lounge. “You’ll never believe what I got a picture of last night!” She snickered.

You laughed softly, “Oh I have an idea, considering what I got a picture of this morning.” You both laughed at this, “You’re such an ass, why didn’t you wake me up?”

Mina just shows her pictures triumphantly in response, you ask her to send them to you when you show her the pictures you got this morning. Her jaw looked like it was about to fall off when Bakugo sped over to see. “DELETE THAT.”

“Absolutely not.” You locked your phone and hid it away. “You’re so cute when your asleep, so peaceful.” You gushed, Mina was actively losing her marbles at the interaction. “Get over it Spice, you can delete them if you beat me in a fight.” You winked at him, the whole speech burned a blush into his face as he stomped off shouting. “He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed.” You snickered to Mina as you both stood up.

“SHUT UP!” He bellowed out from the kitchen, causing you to laugh harder.

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jbbuckybarnes · 5 years ago

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Professor Sugar - 5/7

Pairing: Student!Reader x Professor!Bucky Description: Like tons of other students you struggle with finances, but you can’t get any aid since your parents are filthy rich. The system doesn’t care that they broke off contact after you came out as bisexual. There is, however, someone else that cares. The prof of your class on PTSD and trauma. Professor Barnes. Warnings: 18+, f/m smut, oral (female receiving), secret relationship, not beta read.

Professor Sugar Masterlist // Masterlist

Symbiosis

Not too long after a routine had started to develop he finally took you to his place after one of your study and work sessions in his office. You knew this was about to get real. Until now it was a cute little romance with a few kisses behind the curtains. While you were sitting in his car, watching his eyes concentrated on the street, you realized how much more this would be set in stone. „You look cute when you drive.“ You mumbled towards him, cuddled into your jacket on the passenger seat. „Well, you look cute always.“ He chuckled before he turned into a side street with a few apartment complexes.

The moment you walked into his door you were met with a mix of white, black, navy and dark wood. „You really fucking play into this professor thing.“ You mumbled while looking around. Most walls were white, some with pictures in dark wood frames, his open living room had a bookcase wall full of all kinds of books and magazines. Most of his decor was white and navy, his kitchen black and white. „But you like it.“ He murmured into your ear and made you chuckle. „I mean, it could look worse.“ You looked up at him beside you. „Want some lunch, darling?“ He asked putting a bit of hair behind your ear. „Sure, why not?“ You smiled up before following him towards the kitchen.

White marble counters, probably fake, but looking good nonetheless. You jumped up to sit down on the isle and dangled your legs back and forth. „What would you like? Pancakes? Pasta?“ „Pasta, always. Although the pancakes sound good for another time.“ You bit your lip as he started putting a pot of water on the stove and started cutting up tomatoes. He looked like someone who cooked every now and then as a hobby. There were some cool appliances on the counter opposite to the kitchen isle. „I don‘t know if this hot or just domestic.“ You commented and had him look over with a little smile. „I‘d be happy with spreading either of those vibes.“ He answered before putting the stuff he cut up into another pot, pouring sieved tomatoes over it and dumping a pack of pasta into the water. „Hmm, what else do you like to cook?“ You asked with him leaning back across from you now. „I make a mad Asparagus-Potato-Tart and I also like to think that I make great stuffed tomatoes.“ He smiled proudly. „I like to make layered desserts for my friends‘ birthdays...and cupcakes.“ You smiled brightly and had him move right in front of you. „What else?“ He smiled up at you, more boyish than usual. You liked that look on him. „Mushroom soup, all self-made.“ You smiled. „You‘ll have to make me something next time.“ His voice dropped. „Sure, if you don‘t die a sudden sugar death.“ You giggled and were interrupted by a kiss. „If I die from sweetness, then it‘s from your sweetness.“ He murmured before leaving you there hot in your face while he finished making the food. After you ate while sitting on the kitchen isle together and you had an entire talk about the shittiness of your rich parents, he jumped back down onto the floor. The dirty plates landed in the dishwasher and the pots in the sink. He turned around with a suave look on his face and started talking again, „What do you say...good grades mean you‘ll get something nice. Letting me take care of you means you‘ll get something special.“ He suggested. „Like what?“ You smirked while leaning back, your legs slowly going apart. „Don‘t know. Maybe clothes, jewelry, a new phone?“ He grabbed you closer by one leg and your lower back and his voice got low, „Fancy underwear, sex toys, a new bed.“ „Why a new bed?“ You grinned. „Might ruin the one you have now, if you keep teasing me like that, sweetheart.“ He answered almost growling, making you shiver. „You like that?“ He whispered into your ear. „Yes. Yes I do.“ You whispered a little out of it. „You want me to take care of you, darling?“ His hands went up your thighs now, sending tingles down up your body. „Please, I haven‘t had good sex in months.“ You whined and got a chuckle back. „Don‘t worry, I‘ll take care of you.“ He murmured, his lips tracing your neckline and shoulder. „Up.“ He tapped your thighs and you did as you were told. His hands delicately removed your leggings and panties. Only thing still covering you being your big hoodie. His hands gently pushed apart your legs again and his lips now traced from your right knee towards your center. His attentive eyes were trained on you as your head fell back with a moan. A tongue went through your folds and swirled around your clit as you shivered again. „Oh fuck.“ You moaned out again as he pushed your legs to stay where they are. One of your hands went to grab into his short hair to grab his mouth as close to your center as you can. He got the note and licked right over your sweet spot. „Please.“ You whined out before he sucked it in and made your moan out. He went for it now, shaking his head, sucking in your clit and humming. Your body started shaking, shivering and concentrating its energy onto that one spot. „Holy shit!“ You panted as he pushed to fingers into you and stroking that spot. „Bucky.“ You moaned out and felt him chuckle. „Oh shit, I‘m gonna-“ you moaned out again and were unable to talk again. With another suck of your clit you came all over his chin with a loud groan. „That‘s my girl.“ He chuckled, cleaning his face off, „And now I‘ll actually take care of you.“ He got rid of his pants and climbed on top of you, smiling down. „I guess tomatoes aren‘t the only things you like to stuff in the kitchen.“ you commented dryly and you both broke out into laughter, before he shut you up with a kiss and a push. He managed the perfect balance between making love and merciless fucking. Just the right amount of delicateness mixed with dominance. You never had felt like you were in such good hands.

„Am I missing something?“ You held out your iPad to him and he took it to read over your new study notes, comfortably leaning back on his couch. „Maybe a mind map of the process and the cycles, so you get what is connected and what is recurring.“ He mumbled and handed back the tablet in true professor demeanor. „Thanks.“ You smile sweetly before concentrating back on your studying. It was important to him that your studying and college experience stayed as normal and focused as possible and you totally respected that. His little comments were noted like an email between student and professor, not like a couple that just had a makeout session after one of them got back to the couch. „Causes...Symptoms...Recovery.“ You whispered as you wrote your mind map and had a fond smile directed at you that you weren‘t aware of. „Pancakes with self-made apple sauce.“ You presented to him proudly a week later. He was grading assignments the entire day and didn‘t leave his desk, so you decided to start making dinner for the two of you. His kitchen was decently filled with fresh food and you had the urge for something sweet. He looked up from his work with a soft smile and a shimmer in his eyes, „You are really something, aren‘t you?“ You grinned, „I might be.“ He tried your food and nodded, „Sweet, just like you.“ A wink was sent your way. With a giggle you trotted off to get yourself your share of the food. The evening was spent with you making a few notes for other courses and him creating a new presentation on his Macbook next to you. It was all feeling so natural and domestic. You came over a few days a week, you both talked a lot, had sex, one of you made food and you both either spent the evening working, watching Netflix or being all over each other.

„Open it.“ He held a little box towards you after you both came home from college. „Bucky.“ You looked up apprehensive. He said he was willing to buy you some really expensive things for „letting him take care of you“ and you had also talked about this whole thing not only being a sexual but also a romantic relationship...but it still felt weird getting gifts, knowing now, that is in part paid by sexual favors. This was a weird limbo of sugar daddy and older boyfriend. „Just do it, please.“ He smiled so boyishly and sweet you couldn‘t say No. You carefully removed the wrapping paper bit by bit with patient eyes on you. After the last bit of tape was off you removed the paper and revealed a sleep black and white packaging with a „Google“ logo and a phone on it and looked up with wide eyes. „Bucky! You can‘t just…“ You were unable to find words. „Sweetheart, your current phone is almost 5 years old. And this one has a good camera, so you can make that study Instagram stuff.“ He sounded so out of time saying it but so nerdy too. Of course he would check all the specs on your old phone and this new one. „I, um, wow.“ You took the packaging and turned it onto every possible direction. „Open it.“ He said a little giddy himself now and you chuckled. With your fingernail you got off the sealing sticker and carefully lifted the top part off to reveal a lot of tiny manuals, a gorgeous phone and a few cables. „Woah.“ Your eyes went wide. Your old phone still had a home button and a kinda bulky design compared to this...Google Pixel. „I think it‘s already charged. Put it on.“ He smiled next to you on the couch. „Okay, okay. Calm down, nerd.“ You giggled and got a little pinch into your side for it while pressing the On-Button. The rest of the day was spent with the new phone, taking all the pictures in the world, searching for a nice case and „Thanking“ him thoroughly. The next morning was spent stealing his decorations and taking flatlay pictures for your new Instagram on his coffee table. Including a post-shower interruption of him, ending in shirtless pictures of him on your phone. „Great, I have a new background.“ You grinned. „If one of the other students see that, you‘re toast.“ He said more joking than serious. „I‘ll just crop the head and hold it up whenever you walk in front of me.“ You winked and had him grab you with a laugh. „Sugar, you‘re the best.“ He murmured before landing a kiss and letting you get back to work.

„So, um, I need to get this out of the way.“ You mumbled sitting in front of him on the bed. „Yeah?“ He sat up and grabbed your hands. „I don‘t really...feel good with all the gifts. It makes all the fun we have so...materialistic. I feel like I‘m using you and might be used myself. And I know you don‘t and I don‘t do that either, but it just feels a little bit that way. So, uh, maybe don‘t gift me things for a while. I don‘t want sex to be a currency between us.“ You finally got it out in the way you had been wanting to for days and weeks now. He already knew you usually didn‘t like gifts that much, but you never fully explained why. The only talk you had was that this was not a relationship based on sexual favors and that you actually had feelings for each other. This just needed to get out of the way. „I can hold that promise until the end of the semester.“ He smiled cheekily. „Well, that‘s when your true intentions come out if you have any.“ you joked. You didn‘t expect him to turn on you or change much after you weren‘t his student anymore. But it would definitely not feel off anymore to be together and get gifts. It would be the time you‘d go from dating into an official relationship if everything went smoothly. „True intentions, huh?“ He smirked and eyed you intently, „You mean supporting my girl to become the business and psychology boss that I can already see her as?“ „Maybe I‘ll turn into your sugar mommy.“ You shrugged and you both spent the evening laughing and dreaming together a perfect life.

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crumblingautumnleaves · 5 years ago

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Broken (Part Two)

eyA/N: Chapter two is here! No matter what feedback I get, I’ll continue writing this because I have so much love for this story. Also, Tumblr deleted line breaks whilst I was on hiatus, so enjoy the free clipart I’m using instead.

Summary: Steve manages to bring his peculiar pickpocket back to the Tower, but more questions are raised when the rest of the team meets her.

Pairing(s): Steve x reader, a little bit of Bucky x reader

Warning(s): I think mentions of blood.

“What are you?”

The girl winced at the question, averting her gaze. Her shoulders heaved as her wings began to slowly fold in on themselves once more. She watched Steve cautiously as she pulled her coat over her shoulders, roughly shoving the feathers underneath her clothing, trying to hide the pained expression on her face.

“That can’t be good for them,” Steve commented bluntly. “Don’t they hurt?”

She breathed out softly and rose to her feet. “All the time.”

“I can help with that,” he responded eagerly. “I mean- we have doctors that can help with the pain. You won’t have to hide them away.”

“No doctors,” she hissed. “No more doctors.” There was a blaze in her eyes and Steve huffed in defeat.

“Fine, no doctors.” He held a hand out for her and she hesitated. “I won’t hurt you,” Steve reasoned. Her hand slipped into his and he pulled her to her feet.

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice trembled slightly.

“Somewhere safe.”

Bruce didn’t flinch when the girl removed her shirt, letting her wings stretch out before settling into a more comfortable position. It had taken a some convincing to get her to follow Steve back to the Tower, and even more to get her to agree to an examination - although, surprisingly, she didn’t seem deterred by his complexion and stature. She had clearly been hurt before, both the marks on her body and the uneasy look in her eye as Bruce tenderly washed her feathers gave it away.

“What’s your name?” Bruce asked softly, careful not to be too rough as he wiped the dirt off of her skin.

“I think- I think it was Y/N,” the girl replied hesitantly. “But no one’s called me that in a long time.”

“Would you like us to call you Y/N?” Bruce questioned.

The girl nodded and smiled slightly, not making eye contact.

The two of them were silent for a long time after that. Bruce continued examining her, asking for permission with his eyes before touching her. The tension in the air had dissipated and Bruce could tell that she was feeling more comfortable with the situation. Pride seeped into his head and heart; knowing his presence was appreciated by someone who seemed so fragile.

“How’s everything coming along?” Steve asked softly as he walked into the lab with Tony and Mantis. Y/N recoiled at the sound of him, allowing Bruce to swiftly wrap a hospital gown around her to cover her modesty.

“I’ve just taken some small samples, I’m about to run tests if Y/N’s happy to let you guys stick around.” Bruce looked at her expectantly and she gave him a tiny shrug.

“Y/N? That’s your name?” Steve asked, but she only glared back at him in response.

“You have pretty wings,” Mantis said innocently. “Like a bird.” She walked over to Y/N slowly with a dazzled expression.

“Mantis,” Bruce warned, but Y/N just watched as she came closer, reaching a hand out to stroke the feathers.

“I heard them talking about you and I wanted to help. You don’t have to be scared anymore,” she continued, ignoring Bruce. Mantis’ hand gently brushed her fingers against the wings.

She screamed.

It was a harsh and anguished scream, that caused tears to spontaneously fall from her pain filled eyes. She ripped her hand away and collapsed to her knees sobbing. The others watched on in horror as she continued to cry, her fingernails digging into the flesh on her arms as she hugged herself. Y/N merely looked on with a sad and apologetic expression. “What are you?” Mantis wept.

“What are you?” Bruce muttered as he peered through the microscope. He’d been alone in the lab for the past four hours now, going over the results from his previous tests. Y/N had gone to bed, trusting him when he told her that she’d be safe for the night.

“Still hard at work?” Tony teased, placing a coffee cup on the desk.

“Thanks,” Bruce murmured, not tearing his gaze away from the samples. “I need to borrow your eyes for a second.”

Tony stooped over and glanced into the microscope. “That’s Y/N’s DNA?”

“Yep,” Bruce confirmed. “What’s your take on it? Because I’ve been racking my brain all night and I really want someone to tell me it’s not what I think.”

“Bruce, it looks like someone dumped a load of random DNA onto your lens.” The two men shared an uncomfortable silence. “What do you think it means?” Tony asked.

“She’s not human. Not entirely anyway. I want to x-ray her, maybe examine her brain activity and watch reactions to different stimuli. The only problem is she hates doctors. It took almost an hour for her to allow me to use a stethoscope.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and sighed tiredly. “It’ll be a long time before she trusts me, or anyone for that matter. I just don’t want her to take off and get herself in any more trouble.”

“Y’know, there is one person who may know how to get through to her,” Tony hinted.

“I’ve tried, Tony, but I don’t know what else to say to her.”

“I actually had someone else in mind.”

“What are you, crazy?” Bucky scoffed.

“No way she’d trust me.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, Buck,” Steve encouraged.

“Don’t you wish you had someone to relate to when you were alone?” Bruce added. “You have a chance to be the person you needed all those years ago.”

Bucky groaned but agreed nonetheless. He made his way to the lab where Y/N was waiting and made sure to knock before entering so as not to startle her.

“Hey, uh, I’m Bucky,” he started. “I thought you could use some company.”

“I know why you’re here,” Y/N said bluntly. “You’re here to gain my trust so I let my guard down.”

“Not entirely.” Bucky sat down on the chair next to yours heavily, ignoring her when she jumped a little. “I get it, you’re scared. Too right, I’d be scared too. We’re not a pretty bunch, plus everyone is loud and obnoxious. But I’ll be damned if I said that I didn’t love everyone here like family.”

Y/N remained quiet, her eyes glued to his as he opened up to her in a way he’d never done before.

“Look, doll, I don’t like people touching me; I hate doctors; Hell knows I’ve had enough people prodding and poking at me; but if I can grow to stomach it, then anyone can.”

Y/N nodded slightly, shifting her gaze to the floor.

“Just give them a shot. And if you feel like you need a little nudge, I‘ll be there to support you.”

“Bruce told me about you,” she said timidly.

Bucky stiffened. “What did he say?”

“You were a soldier, a good man, but you were captured by some bad people. They hurt you and made you do bad things. Is that true?”

He clenched his jaw and nodded. “Is that what happened to you?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N responded sadly. “I think I escaped just in time.”

There was a long silence, neither of them comfortable enough to be the first to break it. There was a soft crinkling sound coming from Y/N’s wings, which she had forced underneath a bathrobe. They rustled when she breathed, and Bucky couldn’t help but worry about how much damage she must be doing to them. He thought back to when he was new in the tower, how Steve stopped at nothing to make him feel welcome, how he’d ground him with stories when Bucky had a particularly bad night, and how he would coax him into eating and talking. He knew that that was what Y/N needed, whether they wanted to talk to each other or not.

“I met Steve in 1930, way back when he was a scrappy little kid getting beat up by every asshole in town. I remember seeing him, having his ass handed to him as usual, and having to finish the fight for him. We’ve been fighting each others battles ever since.” Bucky stared at a spot on the wall directly in front of him, not daring to look if Y/N was listening. “There was one time he practically ran in front of a car to avoid going on a date I’d set him up on. Then I had to break the news to this poor girl that her date for the evening would rather break a rib and three fingers, than go to the pictures with her.”

Bucky continued his stories until the first hint of daybreak shone through the drawn curtains. Never, in nearly eighty years, had he talked so much. But he needed someone to talk to, and Y/N needed someone to listen to. As Bucky eventually finished retailing his life story, he finally glanced over at the girl next to him. She was beaming and bright-eyed, dry tears shimmering on her cheeks. She reached out slowly and clasped both her hands around his prosthetic one, bringing it up to her face and brushing it gently against her lips.

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Tony asked.

“I’m ready,” she confirmed, stretching her wings out completely.

Bruce and Tony stood behind a glass panel on the other side of the room as the x-ray hummed and flashed. Y/N’s face flickered nervously, but she stayed perfectly still until the machines died down.

“That didn’t hurt at all,” she remarked, as the men stepped back around the glass.

“It’s not supposed to,” Bruce told her. “You know I’ll tell you if something will hurt.”

She nodded solemnly and relaxed as he placed a blood pressure cuff around her bicep.

“This will pinch just a little, just keep your arm still and tell me if it’s too much.” He smiled at her reassuringly as the cuff began to tighten. "Your heart rate is incredibly high." Bruce stared at the numbers on the monitor, not quite sure what to make of them.

"How high?" Tony called from the computer as he processed the x-rays.

“About 300 beats per minute,”

Tony stared at him in shock, and his impression didn’t change when he looked at the images printed in from of him. “You need to take a look at this too.”

“Y/N,” Bruce said slowly after studying the pictures for a while. “What are you?”

“I don’t understand,”

“Your bones,” Tony interjected. “They’re hollow. What’s up with that?”

She shrugged. “I guess it has something to do with the experiments they did on me.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” Bruce pressed.

“The bad doctors from Hydra.”

“I thought Hydra weren’t a threat anymore,” Steve snapped, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

The gang had gathered in the briefing room after Tony decided that they needed to talk about their new revelation. Wanda had volunteered to take care of Y/N, her reason being that the others were just too scary to look at.

“We don’t know how far this goes, it could be old news,” Sam offered.

“Nothing mentioned anything like this when I hacked into their database,” Natasha quipped. “I think someone would have noticed a segment where they created human/bird hybrids.”

“Please don’t call her that, we’re trying to make her feel welcome,” Steve complained. “The best we can do is keep her safe, no doubt if Hydra exist, they’ll want her back.”

“Maybe we could just ask her what she knows?”

“It’s not much, she barely remembered her own name. Plus, I don’t know how willing she’d be to relive that whole experience,” Bruce told them.

“She hurts all the time,” Mantis said shakily. “It was hard to focus on anything when I touched her. It was just so much pain.”

“Y/N needs our help,” Steve stated. “We can figure out if Hydra are still operating by ourselves. If and when Y/N feels more adjusted, we can find out if she remembers anything that could help us.”

“Russia.” There was a voice at the door. Everyone turned to see Wanda and Y/N, the latter was standing strongly with her wings free from a t shirt she had cut holes into. “There was another base in Russia, completely off the books, run by a small team of scientists who trafficked homeless children and spliced their DNA with animals, aliens, and mutants. The test subjects that survived the procedures were then experimented on and forced to engage in combat to kill off any weaker specimens. They would then start again and improve their methods.”

“I accidentally brought back all of her memories when I was searching in her head,” Wanda explained quietly.

“It’s okay,” Y/N reassured her, “I’m tired of running.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this now-” Steve started, but she cut him off.

“I need to. I can’t let them carry on. I- I owe it to the kids that are still there.” A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, but she quickly wiped it away and looked up at Steve boldly. “What do you need to know?”

“Do you remember where this facility is?” Y/N shook her head. “Okay, then we need to retrace your steps from when you escaped.”

“All I remember is running out into the snow and not seeing anything else. I just walked in one direction until I reached civilisation. Then I hopped on a train, then another, then another. I eventually ended up on a cargo ship that brought me here, and I’ve been living on the streets ever since.”

Wanda placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and, much to everyone’s surprise, she leaned into it and accepted the hug.

The meeting adjourned after a few introductions and sympathy glances. Steve stayed behind to tidy up the mess that his teammates always seemed to leave behind, but was surprised to see that Y/N was still stood there watching him.

“Hey, Y/N, is there something I can help you with?” He asked, clearing the coffee mugs off the table.

“I just wanted to apologise for stealing your wallet the other day. I did some pretty crappy things to survive that I’m not proud of. I just hope you don’t judge me too much.”

“It’s okay, I ran the same scam back in the 40s. Also, you kinda robbed me twice.”

“Bucky told me,” she grinned. “And I robbed you twice? Damn, I must have been losing my touch. I’m glad I let you catch me, I would have left you penniless.”

“Excuse me? I caught you, fair and square.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, grandpa.”

He barked a laugh, acknowledging how she’d inched closer to him. “Okay, fine, it was a pretty even race. Especially since you have an unfair advantage of being able to fly if I got too close.

Y/N’s smile faltered and she took a step back, folding her arms across her chest defensively. “I can’t fly. Not anymore at least. They clipped my wings right before I escaped, I think so they could see if I was still useful. I’ve been too scared to try since, I don’t want to blow my cover.”

“You’re safe here,” Steve guaranteed. “On the bright side, you’re surrounded by people that can help you.”

“What are you thinking?” She asked skeptically.

“You’re going to fly again.”

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#marvel #marvel x reader #iron man #tony stark #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #winter solider x reader #mcu #bruce banner #hulk

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jmeddows2 · 6 years ago

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Guaranteed to blow your mind (Roger Taylor smut)

Notes: Bear with me, this is my first ever smut. I’m sorry for mistakes and bad writing. English is not my first languages. Inaccuracies can occur concerning the band. (including Deaky joining Queen). I’m also planning on making more parts of this including sub!Roger. Let’s see how this goes :) Feedback is always appreciated, so I know how to improve my writing.. ALRIGHT let’s do it Summary: Felicity is a well known and experienced groupie. Roger a rock star on the rise. Words: 3.7k+

Warnings: cursing, sub!Roger smut: a tiny bit of edging, blowjob, unprotected sex

Felicity, also known as 'fizz Fliss' in the Rock N‘Roll scene always knew what she wanted. She knew it since the day she moved out from her parent’s home at the tender age of only 16 years old. School had never been one of her interests, instead she loved getting in trouble and the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins.

Fliss had a big dream, as well as many fantasies. Being a groupie.

Chasing rockstars from city to city, spending the whole night in clubs, drinking, doing hard drugs and having the time of her life with the musician of the night afterwards. She followed bands and artists such as Led Zeppelin, The Who, David Bowie, Aerosmith and The Rolling Stones, just to name a few.

At only 20 years old, she had already made a name for herself. Everyone knew her. Women/ girls wanted to be like her, and men longed to spend a night with her. The 'groupie chasing rockstar scenario soon changed to the opposite. It was the most famous men in rock that all wanted a piece of her and they somehow always gave her a piece of themselves in the form of presents. There would not pass a day without a few parcels delivered to her doorstep, containing the latest fashion, lingerie, makeup, booze, sometimes just money. Most of the parcels had a long journey behind them, many hadmade its way all the way from America and Australia to her flat in London. Besides the adoration and money that was spent on her, Felicity was the muse of many songs that later went on to become classics. When you asked her about how she attracted the attention of all the musicians, she simply claimed that it was all about the glam rock inspired clothes she wore. Beside her well known reputation as groupie, she wasn’t just a typical groupie you’d fuck and chuck. Felicity was often photographed alongside other rock musicians for magazines and ads.

Summer of 1971

It was very hot day when Fliss stepped into the De Lane Lea Studios in London, to meet up with a band she’d been following since the beginning, which happened to be ‘The Who’. They’d been there to record their fifth studio album titled ‘Who’s Next’.

The room where the mixing board was situated was already filled with clouds of smoke, as she emerged and was quickly greeted with a hug.

“Ahh finally. Glad you could come. Missed you, love, how have you been?” Roger Daltrey, the lead singer greeted her with a quick peck on the cheek, while bassist John Entwistle beside them was just about to snort a line of cocaine from the tabletop, that was else covered in bottles of heavy alcohol. Glyn Johns, the producer had already been fiddling with some of the buttons on the mixing board, adding finishing touches to a record from a different band. It surprised her, knowing that Roger (D), John (E), Keith and Pete never liked sharing their studio time. They always used it to full extend, no matter what.

“you really thought I would miss the opportunity to watch you guys record, huh? I wouldn’t even think about it. besides, I wanted to personally thank Keith here” she was pointed her finger into the drummer’s direction “ for the beautiful necklace. It must have cost you a fortune.” she laughed, clasping the little diamond that graced her decollete and she approached the drummer to place herself in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“yeah it actually did, honey.. but you‘re totally fucking worth it” he replied with a smug smile on his face, caressing her cheek with one hand.

“now come on, baby” Keith fiddled with the pocket of his jacket, only to pull out a pack filled to the brim with white powder. Fliss was quick to realize his intentions, so she pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her in a red lace bra, another precious present.

“fuck, see that‘s what I‘m talking about, baby” bringing his hand to lightly grope her breast

“I‘ll buy you 10 of those necklaces. No, I‘ll buy you anything you want, honey” he mumbled and managed to pour a line of the white gold onto the space between her breasts and rolled a 5-pound note to snort it from there. Keith didn‘t manage to catch all of the white powder at once, so he leant his head forward to lick the rest off and rub it on his gums. Their little get together was soon cut off by a loud thump as the door opened and 4 men stood there, totally caught off guard. 4 rather shocked faces. Newbies.

“seriously guys? Have you switched to male groupies now? “Fliss laughed sitting herself up in Keith’s lap, to get a better look of them.

The men at the door seemed really embarrassed, with their heads turning as red as a tomato, except for one guy with long, dark brown hair and high cheekbones. He managed to step forward: “sorry are we interrupting something here? We can come back later?!”

“no, no, come in it‘s alright. Suit yourself” Roger (D) invited the men in with a gesture towards the little table with booze, cigarettes, pills and cocaine.

“Fliss, baby, may I present to you, her majesty: Queen, they‘re new, have some potential AND they are here to record some stuff today” Pete chuckled and winked at her.

“oh really? And why haven‘t I heard of them yet?” she laughed while studying the men who were still stood by the door having not moved in the slightest. They seemed intimidated. It felt like a game for Felicity and hell, she loved to play. It was true, the band had only started to rehears songs for their first album a few months prior and received a little bit of recognition by playing rather small gigs. They were young, on the rise, seeking attention and where else could you get that from if not from one of London’s most iconic and definitely loudest rock bands of all time?

“hey hey, I know you. Fuck dear, no I adore you... you are Felicity? Living the dream, right? damn... I bet this was also a present” he winked pointing at her bra. “I‘m Freddie by the way” he took a few steps forward to shake her hand, then heading back to his band mates who still haven’t moved in the slightest..

“this is her Rog, the girl I told you about the other day” Freddie whispered to the blond-haired boy, gently nudging his side, he just nodded with flushed cheeks. His wavy, dirty blonde hair barely touched his shoulder and his bright blue eyes didn‘t quite know what to focus on, trying to play off the embarrassment. An awkward silence filled the room, until Freddie decided to plunge himself down next to Pete on one of the leather couches trying to lighten the mood.

“and the others? Do you also have any names? “Felicity stood up from Keith’s lap and made her way towards the men as they introduced themselves to her as Brian, Roger and Mike. Mike was Queen’s bass player at the time and was very soon after replaced by our precious Deaky.

As the tension and embarrassment settled, the "new boys" managed to get comfortable with a little booze. A magic recipe that always seemed to help loosen everyone up. Roger Daltrey was like the dad of the group, he didn’t take any hard drugs, just sleeping pills, but who didn’t? He also occasionally did a little pot. Roger Daltrey always felt the need to be the tough one, to look out for everyone. He had to, dealing with his bandmates which basically consisted of three addicts. Pete was an alcoholic, John (E) was an alcoholic. All three of them were doing speed and every other kind of drug you could imagine. Roger (D) never touched any cocaine, never had a try of it. He always felt responsible, as singing was his ‘instrument’ in the band and he felt like he would have never been able to master his skills while intoxicated. He tried to lead Fliss into another direction many times, away from her lifestyle, stating points that she would not have a future continuing like this, if she ever got out alive. He just wanted the best for all them, treating them like children of his own somehow.

“what’s it like, darling?” Freddie asked curiously, he took a sip from his vodka-soda. “I want to know the details, any weird sex habits out there in the world of Rock ‘N’Roll? Any new kinks to know about “he asked flashing his unique, bright teeth at her with a smile.

“Fred” Brian warned by shooting him a glare.

“Oh, come on Bri, stop acting as if you’re not interested in what this hot little thing here might have to spill” Freddie turned his attention back to Fliss. “besides I think my good friend Rog here also might be interested” Freddie pointed in his direction, but his blond friend was too occupied having a chat with Keith. It was obvious that one of his ears was always curiously listening to what she might have had to say. Roger’s eyes also betrayed him by stealing little glances, when he thought that she wasn’t looking.

“ok well... so sorry to disappoint you, but a lady never tells, but” she winked at Freddie and his eyes widened for more gossip as she continued.

“there’s loads of traveling, fine booze, the best cigarettes, expensive clothes and meals, you know the drill” she made a gesture at her body signaling great sex. “a real killer queen” Freddie smiled at her while pouring yet another glass for both of them and they clinked them together, getting lost in another conversation about antiques and all things expensive and glamorous. All of which Freddie admired. “Splendid! I already know we are going to get along perfectly, darling.”

Freddie moved on to talk to his own band mate Brian again, but the spot beside her on the couch was soon filled by Roger. He clutched his whiskey on the rocks in his hand and was quickly caught off guard.

-Aren’t you a little too young to drink, Roger? I mean how old are you? 16? 17??? - Fliss asked loud enough for the others to hear as she placed her feet onto his lap, resting them there, while the others started to laugh once they overheard her assumption.

“no...no I.. I‘m actually 22” he nervously stuttered.

“Hah I never thought to see the day that Rog can‘t get a word out to impress a girl” Freddie laughed, taking another sip from his alcoholic beverage.

“no wonder. He‘s probably starstruck, keeps all your pics from the newspapers in his bedside drawer, ever since Fred told him about you” Mike laughed loudly while Roger was getting slightly embarrassed and his cheeks turned pink. No, not embarrassed, he felt humiliated.

“oh, is that so Roger?” Fliss said as she got up with a G&T in her hand.

“don‘t mind, do ya Rog?” batting her eyelashes at him, he shook his head and she placed herself onto his lap. Once she was situated comfortably, she smiled at him.

“hi” threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “hi” he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her touch burned into his skin and within seconds his semi could be slightly felt on her thigh. The effect she had on him made her want to play this game even more.

“oioioi, someone‘s gonna get lucky, huh?” Pete teased, making her playfully shake her head and roll her eyes. “And he might be the only one tonight” she replied, making all of them go quiet. Felicity felt kind of bad for all the teasing Roger had to bear. It was meant to be her job. Hers only.

“I’m not making you feel uncomfortable, am I?” she asked the blond boy with a hint of concern in her voice, brushing his soft hair over his shoulder.

“nnn no, not at all. I’m fine, perfectly fine” Perfect.

Roger was quiet and frozen as Felicity constantly shifted in his lap. It made him even harder, painfully hard. Of course, she knew exactly what she was doing, as teasing was her specialty. But this boy was different, quiet, nervous, a perfect prey.

Roger’s eyes nervously scanned the room, silently praying that no one would notice his now throbbing bulge in his pants. Felicity saw it all and felt him violently throb against his pants as her core was pressed up against him. So, she decided to fuel the fire even more. Another specialty of hers.

She scanned Roger‘s face with her eyes, then slightly started nibbling his ear, which earned a light moan from him. She continued kissing along his jawline, making his eyes tightly shut. He was trying his best, not to buck into her. “you’re almost too pretty to be rockstar” Roger opened his eyes as she caressed his right cheek, while her other hand was playing with his hair.

Roger swallowed hard, trying not to moan any louder. He was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about his miserable situation, the fear of getting caught any second creeping up on him. His only goal at this point was trying not to come in his pants right then there.

- Oh I.. I.. thank you.. you‘re p..pretty- he stuttered.

She continued lightly bouncing in his lap, purposely grinding her ass against Roger‘s clothed length, while the most innocent look on her face. A smirk was plastered on her face as she earned another groan from him.

"What‘s wrong, Roger?" she asked innocently.

"You alright, mate?" John (E) asked from the sofa on the opposite side, he answered with a little nod, trying to keep it together.

Leaning closer to Roger she whispered in his ear: "you‘re so hard down there, huh? Do I really have such an effect on you? I didn‘t even do anything."

Felicity kept tracing patterns into the skin of his neck and chest, which was exposed due to his unbuttoned shirt. It was cute how every little touch and pattern traced along his sensitive skin made him shiver.

- let‘s go out to eat something, guys, we‘ve got the studio all day long, you can record later- Roger (D) clapped his hands together and jumped up from his seat.

“Roger are you coming or you glued to that couch? “Freddie joked as Roger glared back at him. Roger knew that he couldn‘t get up, not like that, not with a massive hardon. That would be too embarrassing, and the boys would forever pick on him.

“actually, we‘ll join you later, King‘s pub it is?“ Felicity asked, shooting them a wink.

Keith nodded, leaning down to her: “alright, honey, take care” the brunette drummer said as he stole a kiss from her.

A wave of relief rushed over Roger as there was only him and Fliss left in the room. Well, as much relief as he could possibly get, despite the problem in his pants.

“so, are you a bassist? singer? “Felicity teased as she brought her face close to his, caressing his right cheek, lightly rubbing circles with her thumb.

“no I‘m m.. 'm the drummer” he stuttered nervously. “you know it‘s not very nice to not look at me when you’re talking to me” she shifted even more back and forth in his lap, feeling his hard cock through his pants. “you’re lucky, I have a thing for drummers” speeding up her movement, adding even more friction.

“uhh please” Roger groaned looking deep into her eyes. “what Roger, what do you need?” leaning forward, breathing into his ear. “Is this what you need?” she placed a kiss on his left cheek, he violently shook his head in response.

“what have been doing with those pictures your band member mentioned earlier, huh? Have you been a naughty boy?” she teased, continuing to torture him further, pressing even harder into him.

“y.. yes, been naughty, touching myself to your pictures...want you.... wanted you since the first time I saw you” he whined, eyebrows knitted in frustration.

“oh really?” Felicity definitely had her fun with this. She often adopted the role of the submissive, in fact, a willing sub. But dominating a guy, making him practically melt in her hands, was just another level. Nothing could ever compare to that.

Roger didn‘t manage to get a word out so she grabbed his cock through his pants, palming him that it nearly made him jump out of his skin. He never felt like this before, never this intimidated by any girl, he usually was the one to charm them, tease them, make them squirm.

“yeah, yeah” he finally admitted “was so bad, wankin’ my cock every time to you mmmm, please, please, want you so bad” Roger cried out, but she brought her face close to his, kissing soon turned into a quick but heated make out session. Her hand made its way between their bodies into his pants, slowly starting to pump his bare length with her hand, brushing her thumb over his tip, making his eyes roll back.

“alright pretty princess, let‘s see”

Felicity got off his lap, kneeled down in front of him, he lifted his hips for her to remove his pants and underwear all at once.

Roger’s cock sprung free, hitting his tummy, the red, swollen tip leaking pre cum already. He was slightly bigger than average with a perfect girth, which surprised her, due to his overall tiny frame.

“fucking pretty cock, princess” his cheeks turned pink once more. It was the most vulnerable state, being all exposed in front of her. She ghosted her hand over his length, making him squirm even more and buck his hips. He was frustrated. But she kept on admiring his cock, taking her time. “Please, please I’m begging you! DO something. I- I can’t take it anymore” Roger whined.

He hissed loudly when her hand was suddenly wrapped around his length, his eyes falling shut.

“ fuck.. fuck feels so good mmm” he moaned in ecstasy.

Roger’s moans were music to her ears “look at me, princess” his eyes fluttered open and she leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock gently, staring deeply into his eyes. “mmm more please”

She licked the salty pre cum off that was already dribbling off the tip due to his horniness and it spread on her lips. Licking it off, tasting him. Salty and sweet at the same time. Felicity used her tongue to gently lick his frenulum, making Roger cry out her name. She lowered her head once again, taking all of him into her mouth, rubbing his tummy with her right hand.

“oh yess, fuuuuck feels so good, your mouth... you do it so good I’m not gonna last.. mmm” Roger groaned.

Having him beg for her, motivated Fliss to go not even faster, but also deeper, bobbing her head up and down, having him down her throat. Thanks to much practice, her gag reflex was gone, giving him the full experience.

“fuck m’ gonna c..cum m’ gonna cum” she pulled away, earning a disappointing groan. “You didn’t think I was going to let you come that fast, did you?” his eyebrows knotted into a frown. “Please, I was so close” “aww look at you, all red and desperate to finally get off, princess” Rogers hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead as she was undressing herself. “Roger” he flinched,letting his cock fall from his hand as she caught him pumping himself in a fast motion while watching her naked frame. “I’m so sorry, please, do something. It’s really starting to hurt now. It’s way too much” salty tears started dribbling down his cheeks. He was so desperate for her. “ok baby” she climbed into his lap, taking his thick cock into her hand rubbing his tip through her folds and the tears kept streaming down his face. She sank all the way down on him, staying there a few seconds to adjust. Roger rested his head on her shoulder as she managed to swipe a few of his tears away with her thumb. Fliss started bouncing up and down his cock, Roger’s breathing slowly got louder when he was nearing his orgasm for the 2nd time that night. He felt weak, too weak to be able to thrust up into her. “Fuck Roger, I’m close. You’re filling me up so good” she groaned, speeding up the tempo and circling her hips with one of his hands resting on her hips for support, the other on her breast, toying with her nipple. “mmm coming, you need to get off” “Come for me, princess” tangling her fingers in his blond locks. He started to whimper at the feeling of her still on his cock, one final bounce and she sank all the way down on him, sending both of them over the edge. Roger came with a cry of her name as he released warm, thick ribbons of cum inside of her. His eyes were fluttering, head on her shoulder, as he slowly came down from his high, relishing every wave of pleasure, not wanting the moment to fade away.

Roger was snapped out of his little trance when she released his cock, making his him squirm at the sudden loss of contact. Being the little tease Felicity was, she reached down between her thighs, capturing some of Roger’s thick, sticky cum and brought the finger to her mouth to taste it. “so good” she hummed against her hand. “Fuck, you look so hot right now” he watched her in awe, mouth slightly open, not believing his eyes, making his cock twitch one final time.

(kind of inspired by this min 3:00) “Marry me” Roger blurted out. She looked at him, expecting him to be joking but his face remained serious. “You’re fucking nuts, Roger” she laughed as they both dressed themselves again, trying to hide every evidence of their previous studio ‘adventure’. He took a seat on the couch and pulled her into his lap again, giving her a passionate kiss. “Will you at least stay with me tonight then?” “Sure, Roger." he held her close, making the throbbing problem in his pants reappear.

#roger taylor #roger taylor smut #roger taylor fanfic #the who #Queen #freddie mercury #Brian May #queen + Adam Lambert #roger taylor fanfiction

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bts-fantasy · 5 years ago

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part nine

Genre: Thriller AU

Characters: Yoongi, Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: mention of domestic violence

Previous — Next

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„You look absolutely stunning when you smile”, Yoongi whispered while his hand caressed your cheek and he had a small smile on his lips. You were both sitting on the couch in his small studio that was illuminated by a dark purple light.

It‘s been a few minutes since you‘d arrived and the air around you was quiet and peaceful as you both enjoyed each other‘s presence, seizing the moment. You let your eyes wander around his studio and they eventually landed on the little picture of his family on his desk. Yoongi followed your gaze to the picture and with a sigh, he stood up and grabbed the photo. His back was now facing you as he just stared at the photo without saying a word.

You slowly approached him from behind not knowing what to say you just hugged him from behind pressing your forehead against the black leather jacket he was wearing. You could feel how he inhaled deeply and how his back stiffened at your soft touch but you were relieved that he didn‘t push you away. Instead, he turned around to face you with the picture still in his hands he looked at you before averting his eyes back to the photo. It showed two brothers with their parents, all of them smiling happily into the camera.

„I always wanted to become a musician. Ever since I started playing the piano when I was a little kid.“

Yoongi‘s chuckled lowly while his thumb wiped over the glass covering the old photo in the frame.

„I worked hard every day to become a better artist. I started saving money for new equipment and I kept writing new songs. With the increasing focus on my music, I started neglecting my studies. I never cared about it anyway but my parents did. They had their own plans for me. I had to get accepted into the best university or else I would be a disgrace to the whole family. So one day, I came home from school only to catch my dad throwing away all of the stuff that I had worked so hard to get. It was the same day I ran away from home.“

The room fell in silence for several minutes after his last words and Yoongi‘s eyes were still glued to the photo his mind still stuck in the past and that one awful day. He took a deep breath before he continued to open up to you about his past.

„My brother was the only one who‘d been there for me during that difficult time. He was the only one who supported me and I don‘t know where I‘d be if it wasn‘t for him. We both moved here to start over. Eventhough, he could‘ve stayed with them he still left them behind for me. To this day I still hate myself for being the reason he turned his back on mom and dad.“

The last words were barely audible and your heart broke at the sight of his head hanging low. You reached out to place your hand on his heated cheek and he finally managed to look up at you with a devastated expression on his face. There was so much on your mind that you wanted to tell him but you couldn‘t say a word while your thoughts were all over the place.

Suddenly you leaped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. Yoongi stumbled back first surprised by your sudden action but soon his arms wound around your waist as he hid his head in the crook of your neck breathing in your sweet scent. You both stayed like that for a while as you kept whispering that it wasn‘t his fault while stroking his back gently. Yoongi calmed down again pulling back from your embrace after pressing a firm kiss on your lips a smile spread across his face again.

„I‘ll go make us some popcorn and you can choose a movie alright?“

He said suddenly changing the topic but you agreed eagerly before he left the room after handing his laptop to you. As you were scrolling through the movie list contemplating which one to choose your phone suddenly rang inside of your pocket. Your heart sank immediately when you saw the notification on your screen and you closed your eyes not even wanting to read the message.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the picture. It was your diary lying on a table. Your intimate thoughts and secrets were in the hands of a stalker. You felt sick solely by the thought of that person going through your diary tears building up in your eyes.

Suddenly Yoongi‘s laptop caught your attention when a notification came in about an automatic backup service that was connected to his phone. The device was downloading photos to his laptop as a backup for his pictures from his phone and it automatically opened his gallery with his saved pictures.

The sight in front of you knocked the wind out of you as you stared at tons of pictures of you that were taken without your consent. It showed you in your room, at school, in your favorite café even with your mom and Hoseok. As you scrolled through the pictures your heart was hammering against your chest until you came across a picture that confirmed your suspicion without a doubt. It was the same picture the unknown number had first sent you.

You pushed the laptop away from you as if it had caught fire and stood up collecting your things in a hurry. All you wanted to do was disappear as soon as possible from that place and never come back again. The adrenaline kicking in you silently rushed to the front door without getting caught by Yoongi who was happily whistling in the kitchen while waiting for the popcorn to be done. You stopped for a moment not ready to believe what you had just seen upstairs but this time you couldn‘t be wrong. The pictures on his laptop were evidence enough. Turning around again you quickly opened the door and escaped into the cold night.

„Call the police! Now!“

Hoseok‘s deep voice shook you out of your trance as you held onto your phone tightly. You were back in your room trying not to lose your mind over the fact that Yoongi had been the stalker all this time.

How could he do this to you?

The past few weeks kept replaying in your mind as you tried to find a sign that he had been lying to you all this time. The sweet words and gestures, the dinner and the kiss on the rooftop.

Was it all just part of a show? But why? What was the reason behind this?

The questions kept piling up the more you thought about it and you didn‘t want to believe that it was all just a huge lie.

„Y/N? Did you hear me? You need to call the police!“

Hoseok urged you as you just nodded without saying a word forgetting that he couldn‘t see you you hung up on him.

After what felt like an eternity you finally managed to type in the emergency number and held your phone against your ear again just wanting to put an end to your suffering.

***

The loud sirens drew the attention of the whole neighborhood to the house next to yours when several police officers marched right into it. A few minutes later everyone watched a young man leave the house accompanied by two officers on each side with his hands cuffed in front of him. Yoongi‘s head was hanging low his ebony black hair covering his face you couldn‘t see his expression at all.

A frantic Jae followed the officers until they reached their car as he tried to convince them that his younger brother was innocent but to no avail. Yoongi‘s figure got swallowed by the car and soon the officers followed after successfully managing to shake Jae off. The car drove off into the night while Jae stood there watching them leave and then he broke down in the middle of their driveway.

A/N: It‘s currently 2 am here but I thought I’d still update because it‘s been a while☺️ What I‘m dying to know is, did y’all see this coming?👀🤭

What do you think of this reveal?

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hoewkeyesblue · 6 years ago

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Lego House

Requests: “richie tozier? like he gets hat or something in high school and she doesn't think he likes her back cause he can literally get any girl but like fluff at the end and they end up together” by anon “richie x reader cuddlinggg” by anon and “cuddling w richie after he fights w his parents?” by anon

Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: Richie used to be your best friend, but you couldn’t stand it anymore after you fell in love with him. Richie, otherwise, lives with his own demons.

Word count: 1.8K (what the fuckkkkk i made it!!!)

Warnings: slightly angst.

Song: Lego House — Ed Sheeran. (So, probably none of you realized that all my stories has songs as titles. These songs I use are really important to understand the story better, things I didn’t wrote and want you to see).

A/N: I don’t even know what to say. This is my first ever story (writing in english) with 1000+. I just loved everything about it and hope you like it as much as I do.

ALSO, I‘LL PUT THE “READ MORE” TOMORROW BECAUSE I’M NOT WITH MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW.

— Tagging @marvelismylifffe

It was hard.

Exams, extracurricular activities, family issues and, of course, him. Richard (“you can call me Richie, you know”, he likes to say) Tozier. Richie and his messy curls. Richie and his sarcastic and lovely smile. Richie and his glasses — when he didn’t bother to put his lens on.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

It was so fucking hard. Trying to survive high school with all those factors.

Damn it, high school.

Damnit, damnit, damnit.

“Y/N?” you heard Selena’s calm voice shouting you out and looked up at her. “Earth’s calling. Let’s go to class”, she said and you bit your lower lip.

You quickly walked to your class, don’t looking twice at Richie sitting on one of the desks with some of his girl friends. Swallowing unnecessarily, you almost ran to your desk and sat down.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

Mrs. Lockhart walked into the classroom; she was the chemistry’s teacher and you couldn’t say she was a bitch or whatever. Amanda Lockhart was a very nice professor and everyone loved her.

Richie looked up at her, smiled and then took a few steps to sit by your side — every student had a preset place to sit in every class. It wasn’t a way to stop students to chat - everyone knew it wouldn’t happen - but a way to increase the work; if a teacher noticed that two people were working good together, they would demand them to sit side by side.

You and Richie were friends and kinda nerds; you just worked really well together and that’s the only reason why he sits with you — or that’s what you think.

“Sup, Y/N/N?”, he shouted and you sat down, licking your lips. You just couldn’t deal with him right now, not after seeing him flirting with two girls at the same time.

You know how dumb it seems, but Richie Tozier is constantly hurting you without even knowing it.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

“Hey, Richie”, you replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Woah, calling me Richie. Something must be fucking wrong”, he noticed and you rolled your eyes, biting your lower lip to prevent a smile.

“I’m just tired, Tozier. Now pay attention and give me a rest”, you sneered.

“Y/N Y/L/N is asking me to give her a rest, ladies and gentlemen!”, Richie announced and you couldn’t contain your laugh.

“Shut up, dumbass”, you laughed.

After that, you tried to ignore him for the rest of the class but it obviously didn’t work. It wasn’t the first time you felt bad for being in love with him and certainly wasn’t the first time you tried to forget about his existence.

“I know nothing about this subject, for fucks sake!”

Richie complained about the same thing for 1 hour straight, glancing you looks through intervals of two minutes or less.

“Oh, God, Richard!”, you finally said when the bell rang. “I’ll teach you, stop being so annoying”, you begged and he faked an outraged expression.

“I’m not annoying!”, he laughed.

“Of course you aren’t”, you mocked as you left the classroom, but your smile faded when Richie placed his arms around your waist.

No, it wasn’t a bad thing. Of course it wasn’t.

You just... fuck. You felt your heart thumping and your knees weakening. You couldn’t stop yourself of imagining you and Richie dating; him being in love with you too, you being able to kiss him and pet his hair every time you wanted to, without feeling embarrassed about it.

“So... you coming to my house later?”, he asked as you stopped by your locker.

“Yeah, of course. At 8’?”

“Whenever you want, Y/N/N”, the tall boy winked at you, making you roll your eyes. “But seriously, thank you for helping me”, and then you felt Richie’s lips on your cheek before he walked away.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

———

Richie was yelling in one of his voices while fighting with his parents, you heard. Freezing and holding your breath, you turned around to get away from there.

You couldn’t put yourself into Tozier’s business and definitely didn’t want to bother Richie; he was going through something and probably didn’t want to deal with you — and chemistry — right now.

“Where ya going?”, his raspy voice echoed behind you and you slowly turned back to face him.

You didn’t hear the yells stopping and the door opening. It was always like that; being concerned, then stressed and anxious, and then disoriented. The rest of world faded and all you could feel was your heart in your throat, choking you and making it hard to breath.

“Oh, hey, Richard!”, you forced a smile, trying to sound the most natural as possible. “I was... uh...”

“Never mind, come in”, Richie invited and you froze again, not knowing what you should do. “Y/N?”, he insisted in a soothing tone.

You nodded, looking around before entering his house. Richie placed his arms around your shoulders, guiding you straight to his room; as soon as both of you entered, Richie walked to his wardrobe and took a vodka bottle out of it.

“Richard, what the hell!”, your heart wrenched. “Put it down, you’re seventeen and-“

“Cut it. It’s not like we never got drunk before,” he answered as he opened the bottle, getting ready to drink.

“Oh, for fucks sake, how about NO?”, you hissed and lurched to him, taking the bottle off his hands. “You’re going to sit and calm the fuck down. We’re not drinking to forget about our problems, Richard Tozier!”, you stated and growled when he rolled his eyes.

Trying to calm yourself, you took a long breath and asked in a soft tone: “What happened, Rich?”

“Oh, please... don’t bring it right now. I don’t need my parents bullshit right now. I wanna be in peace, for fucks sake. I want to have a cool, fun night. I want to forget everything”, Richie begged.

You reflected for a few seconds, don’t wanting to see him in pain or in agony or whatever was bothering him. You observed Richie siting in his bed and, cautiously, you minced to him, stopping in front of the curly-haired boy.

“Do you wanna study?”, you asked uncertainly.

“Nah. Not really”, he looked up to you. You found yourself admiring his freckles and tried to push that away.

“What do you wanna do, then?”

“I- can we just talk? About life, whatever, just like we used to do...”, your heart weeped as he placed his arms around you, pulling you closer. “You walked away, you know? I don’t think you’ve realized... but one day you were there with me and the other day... you wasn’t.”

“Richie, I-“

“You what? What the fuck happened?”

“I just thought I wasn’t that important anymore. You grew up, made great and popular friends... and I’m still the same”, oh, and of course, I fell in love with you, you’ve finished the sentence in your thoughts.

Richie laughed hysterically and you would step back if his arms weren’t around you. “Are you kidding, right? I don’t believe it, Y/N. I know you too well. You wouldn’t step off if there wasn’t a real reason. Spill it already”, he demanded.

“I don’t want to”, you whispered, making Richie sighs in frustration. “Can we just... talk about life? It’s hard to me to see your eyes like that...”.

“Like what?”, he asked with a sad smile.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it”, you smiled softly. “But... I like the way your eyes glow, always full with excitement or happiness and things I know I could never understand, almost as they’re...”, you stopped to think, your hands now on his cheeks.

“Haunted”, Richie completed but didn’t wait for your response. “How my eyes are now?”

“They’re... glowing, as always, but also... sad, dark”, you finally said. “Maybe there’s something else, but I can’t read you right now, Richie. It’s hard to understand what’s happening.”

He didn’t answer; the curly boy was looking at you with full admiration, almost hypnotized.

“May I kiss you?”, he asked and you froze.

“What?”, your voice failed, but he just placed his hand on your neck and pulled you closer, kissing you softly.

Warmth spread through you and you felt your knees weakening, but kissed him back. Your hand searched for his hair and started petting it, feeling his taste in your mouth.

Unfortunately, the air made itself necessary and Richie parted the touch.

“I’ve always wanted to do this”, he whispered to himself and you blinked, confused.

“Always- what?”

“Did I say it out loud?”, he moaned.

“Yeah, you did. What the fuck, Richard!”, you yelled, almost punching him in the face. “Why didn’t you tell me this before, you asshole?”

“Because- what! Because you walked away!”

“I walked away because I fell in love with you, you big douche!”, you whimpered and he stared at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“So- do you want to be my girlfriend or something? That’s it?”, he was shocked.

“Yeah, Richard, I want to be your girlfriend or something. Are you asking me to or...?”

“Maybe I am”, he smirked.

“In that case... maybe I am saying yes to that”, you smiled.

You heard a door slamming outside Richie’s room. You screamed and Richie chuckled for a few seconds before closing his eyes; it was one of his parents and, again, he was in suffer.

“Hey, do you still want to talk about life?”, you tried to distract him.

“With you? Always”, and then he laid on his bed. “Come here?”, he asked and you didn’t think twice; crawled into his bed and laid by his side. Richie placed his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “That’s what I meant when I said a perfect night”, he said in a casual tone.

“Can I ask you something?”, you said after long minutes cuddling with him and he just mumbled something you took as a yes. “I was wondering... why you never used one of your voices with me?”

Richie spent almost five minutes quiet and you thought he fell asleep but, all of sudden, he replied:

“Sometimes I use my voices to hide myself. I’m sad, scared, trying to fit in? I’ll use them, I’ll try to be other person and, in that way, the reasons I get sad for doesn’t exist anymore. The same for everything that scares me”, he explained. “I became indestructible and... with you, I don’t need to be anyone else. I feel safe being myself because you give me confidence enough for that”, he finished and you couldn’t help but smile.

That was a question that have always bothered you, but when he explained you felt a hundred times better.

“Rich?”, you whispered. “You are indestructible with or without your voices. That’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Love you, Y/N. A lot.”

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

———

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my-rae · 6 years ago

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Pianist-LMD

Where Midam thinks that playing at weddings is boring and annoying, until he went to THAT wedding.

Requested by anon: Can you write a Midam fluff?

↳ Here it is! I hope you like it ksks.

Words: 3k

Genre: crack + fluff

Warnings: Surrealistic, like, wtf. I don’t know how to feel about this??? But I hope y’all enjoy it anyways! Also support Midam on produce x 101, let’s get it!

Feedback is very appreciated!

Midam hates weddings. Getting married is a bit stupid if you ask him, the ceremony was always like in the movies: very cringe-worthy, and, on top of that, it’s a waste of money.

But, somehow, he’s thankful that people want to spend such a big amount of money. If it weren’t like that, he wouldn’t have half of the money he has now. So, every time Raesung, who is his most outgoing friend, tells him he has a wedding to attend and that he has suggested Midam as the piano man, he prepares the typical wedding song, wears his best suits and puts on the biggest fake smile on his face.

All that in order to have enough money to survive college life.

That time it wasn’t different. He had played a few songs to entertain the guests while the soon-to-be married couple were getting ready to walk down the aisle. It was as tedious as always.

The broom was already waiting for the bride when things got interesting.

“The bride is gone!” Somebody shouted.

Midam immediately looked at the owner of the voice, one of the bride’s friends, then at Raesung, who looked as confused as him.

“What are you doing? Look for her!” An old man shouted.

After that, everything became a mess. She was nowhere to be seen, she wasn’t picking up her phone calls either. The broom was crying on his friend’s shoulder.

Somewhere between that mess, Raesung approached Midam.

“You can go, friend, I’ll go to look for her. If she doesn’t pick up my calls, then this isn’t just a joke.” He seemed worried. Midam nodded in understanding and told his friend to call him if everything got better.

He was inside of his car when it happened. He heard the back door of his vehicle being opened and closed. Somebody had got in.

"Come on pianist!" A feminine voice shouted behind him. "We don't have much time, start the car!"

Pressure and fear spread through Midam's body. There could be a murderer on the back seat and he still would have started the car.

"Why did you get in my car?" He shouted, losing his temper as he drove messily.

"I don't know it was the first one I saw." He turned around to see who could have been so desperate to do that. He was astonished.

"Are you crazy? People were looking for you!" He shouted.

"I know! I also know this is stressful, but could you please drive correctly so that we won't die today!" The girl in the white, expensive dress shouted back.

He did as ordered and drove without looking back, ignoring the buzz of his phone, that was sounding more than usual. He stopped at a waste ground far enough from the cottage where the wedding was being held and got out of the car.

"Thank god! I thought I was going to die!"

"You really think it's time to joke?" Midam had ever been so angry. "You've just escaped from your own wedding inside of a stranger's car for fu-"

He stopped when he took a look at his phone. Raesung had called him twenty times in the last half hour and he had a few messages from him as well.

Raesung (6)

"PLEASE don't tell me you scaped with the bride."

"How long have you been dating her Midam for the love of God."

"She was supposed to get married today!"

"She👏was👏supposed👏to👏be👏a👏 married👏girl👏"

"When did you even had the chance to meet her?"

"Please tell me this is a joke."

Midam's head was about to explode.

"This is fantastic." He whispered as he massaged his temple.

"What's wrong?" You decided to ask, afraid of the boy's answer.

"Did anyone see you getting into my car?" He asked, slowly.

"Could be?" You answered.

"Well, now they think you were cheating on the broom with me, and that we escaped together to live our happy love story, what do you think about that?"

You stayed mute.

"I'm so sorry pianist." You finally said. "I had to get away from there somehow, it was driving me crazy."

Midam calmed himself down and looked at you.

"I understand that a wedding is a lot of pressure and stuff bu-"

"It is. Overall when you don't want to get married." You sighed and sat on the floor.

"Why don't you want to get married? Isn't a wedding like, something marvellous?" He followed your example and took a seat by your side.

"Do you think I have the age to get married?" He looked at your face and analysed it.

Actually, you couldn't be much older than him, so he supposed that you were a college student like him. Your hair style and clothes made you look older when your face wasn't like an adult's at all.

"I was getting married only because of my parents." You explained, shortly. "If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn't have gone so far, I would be studying, working, having fun with my friends, not getting married!"

"Did they force you?" He asked, touched by your words.

"No, not at all. But both of us come from wealthy families, so when I showed the tiniest interest in him, they got excited and planned our future. Turns out that he's an ass, the worst creature on earth, a filthy anim-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." He sighed for the fifth time and looked at you. He then understood that it wasn't easy for you." Okay, we have three options: the first one, go back and pretend it was a joke, then you marry that dude and all that jazz. The second one, stay here until everything is fixed. I don't like this option because we are in the middle of nowhere, but they can still find us if they begin to drive. I don't want Raesung to find me-"

"Isn't he like, shorted than you? And younger?" You asked.

"Perfume, as well as poison, comes in small quantities." You snorted and he smiled a little, wondering why is he suddenly so confident." And then the third one, drive back to Seoul before it gets too dark. I like this one. I'll leave you wherever you live, then I'll go to my house and wait for Raesung there. Luckily he'll let me explain before he beats me up."

"Third one it is then." You got into the car and Midam drove again back to his city, so he could finally forget about that surrealistic mess.

"By the way, did you just call Raesung poison?"

"I may or may not have done that. But if he ever asks, I called him perfume too."

Another thing to add to Midam’s “I hate weddings" list is that they are always held far away from where he lives, but nobody pays for his gas. Still, he had always been very careful about that.

But there’s always a first time for anything, right?

“Okay, google maps says that there’s a motel nearby. We go there, we stay the night so we make time and people won’t find us. Then we leave when the car has enough gas and we forget that all of this has happened, deal?" You said while pushing the back of the car to make it move.

"I don't get paid enough for this." Midam whispers to himself.

"I promise I will. I‘ll double the quantity if you want.”

Midam snorted.

“Can you afford that?”

“I was supposed to get married, of course I can.”

He laughed and kept pushing the car. Seoul was still far, his car had no gas and it was getting dark, there was no other choice. He was about to lose his mind, yet you remain unbothered.

Ever since you got in the car, your facial expression hadn’t changed, he supposed you were happy about running away from that hell, but still you looked way too calmed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked you, carefully.

“Sure, shoot.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” He didn’t know why he asked, he wasn’t the type to get into someone else‘s business, he always respected everyone’s privacy.

You stoped pushing the car for a second, but you didn’t dare to look at him.

“The motel can’t be that far away, let’s hurry up, I want to sleep.” And from there you made your way silently.

When you finally got to the motel, Midam felt relieved for the first time that day.

“Okay, go inside, I’ll sleep in the car.” He announced.

“What? Why?”

“I have no money to pay for a room, so I’ll sleep here.” He explained shortly.

“Don’t be silly, I can only pay for a room, but we’ll tell them to separate the bed. It’s still cold at night and you would sleep uncomfortably. All of this is my fault, I can’t allow it” You sounded so convinced that he thought he had no choice.

To Midam's surprise, the receptionist acceded to give you a room with separated beds.

"Hello sir, we would like a room for two." You told the receptionist.

"Understood, miss, we'll give the married couple the best of our rooms." The receptionist said with a smile on his face.

"Actually." You interrupted him. "We would like a room with separated beds, is that possible?"

The old man widened his eyes and nodded slowly.

"Wh-whatever the lovely couple want."

None of you decided to correct him.

"Did you see his face?" You laughed when you got into the room. "He was so shocked."

"Well, we do look like a married couple, why would we want separated beds?"

You nodded in agreement, but still kept laughing at the poor man's face.

"Well, I think I'm going to sleep right away." Midam announced.

"So do I, I'm so tired." You added too.

None of you changed the clothes, it had been an exhausting day.

You turned off the little lamp that was the only thing lighting up the room and closed your eyes. Midam did the same thing.

He couldn’t fall asleep so he wrote some messages to Raesung explaining the situation and telling him not to worry. He talked to him for at least an hour when he finally decided to sleep. Then he heard it. Soft, low sobs were coming from the bed right beside his.

"Miss, are you crying?" He asked carefully, without thinking too much if it was his business or not. He actually thought you had been asleep for two hours.

You answered with a loud sob this time.

"My parents are going to disown me after this, I've ruined their lifes." You muted.

"Don't say that, miss, I'm sure they're worried about you." He comforted you.

"I'm so afraid."

You don't know when you stopped crying and fell asleep, but you do remember that pianist's arms hugging you when you needed it the most.

The following day was very quiet, the radio was the only thing to fill in the silence. Seoul, on the other hand, was as loud as always. Midam asked you for your direction and left you right at your front door.

"Thank you, pianist."

"You're welcome, miss. Good luck from now on."

When you got into your house, it hit you.

You hadn't asked for his name.

Luckily for you, and for Midam too, that wasn't the last time you saw each other.

"May I know why Y/n has given me money to give you?" Raesung asks Midam when he comes into their shared flat.

"Y/n?"

"You know, your couple." Midam then remembered that was your name.

"For the love of god Rae, she's not my couple, she just owed me money ever since that happened."

"Ever since what happened?" Yedam asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Oh, you're here too." Midam comments. "What about school?"

"It was cancelled for some reason." Raesung answers

"Hyungs, today is a national holiday, I don't have to go to school."

"So I don't have to go to work either?" Raesung happily asks Midam.

"You do, don't be lazy."

"Okay, okay." He surrenders. "Anyways, take this."

Midam takes the money and places it in his pocket. He writes a note inside his head to thank you afterwards, maybe he can go to the café where you work this afternoon.

After what happened, you lost all contact with him, until he decided to meet his college friends inside a cafeteria near his university. Then he saw you. Apparently your parents were mad at you, but because you ran away instead of telling them the truth. As a punishment, you had to work there until you earned enough money to pay half of the wedding, and that seemed fair enough to you. Midam, on the other hand, had left his job as a pianist due to the lack of events to play at, and was working then as a pizza delivery boy.

He would never admit it after what had happened between the two of you, but he was glad to find you.

"Hi, miss." He greets, holding his bag and a lot of books in his arms.

"I already told you my name, pianist." You answer. "Do you need help with that, Midam?"

"Don't worry, y/n, I'm fine." He smiles. "I know you told me your name, but I always call you miss so I somehow forget about it."

"Start calling me y/n, then." You say, playfully. "Do you want the same thing as always?"

"I've come here like three times, what do you mean as always?"

"You always order the same thing. Am I wrong?"

He laughs it off and so do you. Midam feels his heart skipping a beat every time that happens. He wonders why he acts like that with you, after all, he hasn't known you for so long, yet he always has the need to catch your attention.

"Here you have." You give him his cup of coffee and a cookie.

"By the way, miss, thank you for the money, but I think you need it more than I do." He hands you back the envelope. "I can wait, just give it to me when you have payed the wedding, okay?"

"Please, keep it, I'd feel bad if I don't pay you after all you helped me."

"No problem. I mean it was surrealistic but now that I think of it I laugh at us a lot."

"So do I." After that you don't know what else to say, but it feels so good to talk to him that you don't want to cut the conversation just now.

Unluckily, a group of friends come into the café and you have to say goodbye.

Midam feels his phone beeps so he picks it up.

"Hyung, you're whipped." Raesung's voice greet him.

"What are you talking about Rae?"

"You and y/n are whipped for each other, but right now you look even desperate."

"Wh-where are you?" He asks, a little annoyed that he has been discovered.

"I'm right behind you."

Midam turns around and, effectively, there he is, looking through the glass.

“Dude, you’re creepy.“

"Hyung, you're whipped." Raesung repeats slowly this time. Midam is confused.

"I've seen her like-"

"You saved her from getting married at a young age, spent the night with her even though you are the shyest person ever, then visit her where she works and look at her as if she was an angel. That's whipped culture."

"Whipped culture?"

"Hm, how can I say this so you can understand it? Well, you like her."

Raesung hangs up and makes Midam a sign to turn around. He does as commanded, and he sees you leaving the counter.

"I have to go, my father needs my help to do something." You announce.

"Is everything okay?"

"It is! Don't worry Midam." Once again, his heart skips a beat.

Does he like you?

"I'll go now, okay? I have to take the bus and I don't want to miss it."

Suddenly, somehow, he hears Raesung's voice inside his head shouting "Don't be a coward! You like her stupid!"

"I- I can t-take you if y-you want to." Again, Raesung's voice says "Don't stutter!"

"Oh, I don't want to entertain you, don't worry pianist."

"I don't mind, I have nothing to do." In fact, he has to clean his room and study for an exam he has the next week, but he wouldn’t mind spending some time with you.

That's when he understands what Raesung meant by whipped.

He may like you, but just a little.

On your way to your house you talk about a lot of things, and then he makes some comments, you laugh at some situations and listen to the radio and sing along. Then, he stops at your front door.

"Thank you, pianist, once again."

"You're welcome, miss." "Coward!" Raesung, as the voice of his conscience, shouts again. "It's now or never!"

"Midam, do you do something tomorrow?" You ask.

"I have to study, why?" He answers, taken aback. He was about to ask you that.

"Ah, well, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me, to talk about more stuff, you know. But if you're busy that's okay! Don't worry!"

"N-no! I'd love to. Let's have dinner together, okay? I can pick you up from work." He says, all of the sudden, feeling the most nervous he has ever been.

You laugh at his outburst.

"See you tomorrow, then." You say, and turn around.

"Nice recovery, hyung!" This time, Yedam's voice is the one to congratulate him, and he smiles thinking about your "date".

"Damn it Midam, you are whipped." He says, nagging himself in a very loud voice. He immediately looks in your direction to see if you have heard him. You look at him briefly before laughing at his face, covering your blush with your hands.

He hides his head between his arms, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, hyung." Angel yedam's voice console him. "She's a little whipped too."

#midam #lee midam #midam au #lee midam au #silver boys #yg silver boys #silver boys au #yg silver boys au #requested!#anonie #angel yedam + demon raesung in the end lmao

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