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mid-weast · 4 years ago

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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eleiidayy · 3 years ago

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Even Now

Summary: Midoriya and Iida completely ignore their childhood nostalgia and continue to be mature and productive heroes-in-training.

A/N: Hope you’re having an amazing day :) This idea came a while ago when a random thought that Iida probably gives his friends zoomy piggy back rides came to mind, and then one day, I unintentionally found the picture above (I think it’s from a larger poster), and things kind of went from there lol

Word range: 8k

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“Those two… If they didn’t feel up to training with us today, they should have informed us beforehand.”

Izuku glanced up from his notebook to watch Iida pace back and forth from where he sat in the grass under the shade of a tree. They were at one of the training grounds on campus not far from the Heights Alliance dorms they’d just moved into two days ago.

“The Hero License Exam is in less than three weeks. Three weeks! Did they forget we’re meeting?” Iida checked his watch again, kept striding. “We discussed it again during breakfast. There’s no time to waste."

“Iida…”

“I’m just saying they should take into account our time as well.”

“I get it, but...”

“We are heroes-in-training, after all.” He paused, checked his watch for the thirteenth time, then began muttering to himself. “They’re better than this. Consistent punctuality is a habit all of us should strive to attain. And this isn’t the first time those two have been late-”

“Well, they aren’t late.” Izuku smiled sheepishly when Iida glanced at him. “I mean, not technically. We agreed to start at 12:30, right? Right now, it’s only 12:23.”

“Yes, but all of class 1-A is in full agreement that on time is at least ten minutes before the actual scheduled time, remember?”

Right. Izuku held back a sigh. I think you’re the only one who agreed to that, Iida. He looked up again. Huh?

Iida had abruptly stopped his pacing and sat in the grass next to Midoriya. Silence settled between them.

“Hey, it’s Saturday. We all pushed ourselves pretty hard during our solo training yesterday. I’m sure they’ll be here, but I think everyone’s just taking it a bit slower today, y'know?” Izuku said gently. Maybe you should, too is what he wanted to add, but held back when Iida’s only response was a quiet hum and nod. He slid off his glasses to clean them, and they fell back into silence while Izuku watched out of the corner of his eye.

Even his sulking wasn’t as animated today as it normally was at times like these.

Iida’s behavior had been off for almost three days now. Subtle, but still noticeable to Izuku. He’d seemed more to himself, and had been frequently pausing mid-task to stare blankly into space...like he was doing now. Unmoving with his glasses still in his hand.

Izuku hesitated. “Hey. You okay?”

Iida snapped back to attention. “Hm? Yes, I’m fine!” He put his glasses back on with a small, confused smile. “Admittedly, I’m just a little tired is all.”

“Oh. You’ve been having trouble sleeping?”

“No, don’t worry. I've been sleeping decently enough.” Iida looked at his loosened shoelace and began re-tying it.

It looked like his eyes even lacked their usual shine, which made Izuku’s stomach twist. Could this be about…?

“...the orange juice, so, I really am all right.” Izuku felt a hand on his shoulder and snapped out of his thoughts, realizing Iida had been talking the whole time, though he didn’t know for how long. “This time of year just provokes my allergies and makes me feel a little under the weather more on some days than others.”

The green-haired boy nodded. They’d known each other for a few months and had gotten pretty close. They’d helped each other, and been there for one another on bad days several times before, but sometimes his friend was still hard to read.

“I’m still always here if you ever need someone to talk to, okay? I told you before. Don’t forget you’re not alone,” Izuku said with a tiny, reassuring smile.

“Forgetting I have a friend in you would be criminal.” Iida’s own smile was faint, but looked genuine this time. “Thank you, Midoriya.”

“Yeah! Don’t mention-”

Midoriya and Iida’s phones buzzed in unison. A text from the Class 1-A group chat.

Shoto: @Deku @Ingenium We’ll be running a little late

Uravity: Yeah, turns out we’ve been assigned common room and kitchen cleanup duty today. Aizawa Sensei just finished up the dorm chore roster an hour ago, and the time slots he set up for us to get to work are pretty strict :/

Shoto: Should take us no longer than a few more minutes

Shoto: So just stay there

Shoto: More hands would slow us down at this point

Uravity: Be there soon! Sorry Iida >.<

Ingenium: That’s all right. Just come when you can. And don’t forget your water bottles.

Uravity: Right ^.^

Shoto: Also is it leg day or arm day today

Shoto: I need to change and decide which shoes I’m wearing

Ingenium: Feel free to bring both.

Shoto: OK

Shoto: Should I put on sunscreen

Shoto: I know it’s hot but how hot is it out there exactly

Shoto: I heard it’s likely to rain today

Iida gasped, thumbs flying across his touchscreen.

Ingenium: You should always put on sunscreen, rain or shine, to maintain your youthful glow for as long as possible! Don’t tell me you haven’t been doing that!!!

Shoto: It rarely crosses my mind

Shoto: Is it really necessary

Ingenium: YES!

King-Lord Explosion Murder: HEY. I told you nerdy extras 3 damn times already to make your own group chat for training purposes. no one wants to read you clogging up the chat w/ blabber about your lame-ass 2nd rate joint training and sunscreen.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” Midoriya muttered.

Deku: Sorry, Kacchan! I keep forgetting to create that chat 😅

King-Lord Explosion Murder: well, quit forgetting, nerd.

Shoto: Don’t bother @Deku

Shoto: There’s no need to

Shoto: Because actually it seems like you’re the one who’s been clogging up the chat with your complaints @King-Lord Explosion Murder

Shoto: You don’t have to read any of this

King-Lord Explosion Murder: aren’t you supposed to be helping pink cheeks?!? some help you are. mind your own business, icy hot. and FYI, the period’s not the send button, you idiot. send all your stupid thoughts in one message. listening to you once is bad enough. reading consecutive messages from you is annoying as hell.

Shoto: Again you don’t have to read them

Shoto: You’re just complaining for no reason again

King-Lord Explosion Murder: I’M NOT COMPLAINING I’M JUST VOICING MY OPINION AND NOBODY ASKED FOR YOURS DAMN YOUUUU

Shoto: Nobody asked for yours either

*King-Lord Explosion Murder is typing...

Chargebolt: Whaa?? Nothing to say? Ohooo todoroki got you good AGAIN kacchaaan~ ha! You totally had to see that coming 😏 buuuuurn.

Chargebolt: Or… because it’s todoroki... should I also say...

*Chargebolt is typing...

King-Lord Explosion Murder: dunce face, I’ve had it. if you crack that shitty joke one more time, I swear.

Chargebolt: ...freeze. *mic drop*

Izuku thought he heard Iida snort, but when he glanced over, Iida coughed and eventually removed his hand from his mouth, shaking his head with a slightly disapproving look. “Terrible joke.”

Izuku blinked. Oh. Just imagining things.

Red Riot: LMAOO OK butcha gotta admit that one never gets old, man 😂 But yo Bakugou I’m ready to roll soon. Gimme five and we‘ll meet at the south training field, cool?

Chargebolt: OFICK OH FYCKK MAYDAY MSYDAY BAKUGOSBOUT TO MYRDER ME HOWD HE GET HRE SO FWST KIRI ITS LOCKED BUT HELPHES HAMMERING AND POUNDEINGMY DOOOR I HACE TU TSKE THE WINDIW OHSHIGAJNJKFHSHS

“Wait, don’t worry about it!” Midoriya held onto Iida’s arm to stop him from fully standing.

“But, the expense of a detonated dorm door will probably be through the roof! And Kaminari-!”

“Yeah, but you know Kirishima’s got it! He’ll handle Kacchan. Trust him!”

“Well…” Iida was reluctant but knew Kirishima was always more than dependable. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Soo, anyway.” Izuku clicked his screen off with an awkward smile. “I guess while we wait, may as well start getting warmed up.”

“Right!” Iida sprang to his feet so suddenly, Izuku ‘eep’ed. “What a proactive suggestion, Midoriya!”

Izuku watched warily for a second, and eventually joined Iida in his enthusiastic stretching. See? He’s fine. I was, again, just imagining things. It’s been a crazy week.

But they proceeded to stretch in silence. Iida usually counted out loud for everyone whenever they’d stretch as a class, and when they’d train together, but now, nothing. Izuku shook his head. Just because someone’s not at their usual energy level 24/7 doesn’t mean something’s wrong. Chill out. He’s fine. Totally fine. It’s all in your head. Yup! In your head.

They’d been in many comfortable silences before, but for some reason, this silence was killing him.

Izuku fell back in the grass for some sitting stretches. “S-So, uh, I was thinking. I never got to ask you…” Yeah, good idea, ask him a question! But what? Um…who’s your favorite hero? Wait, no, Izuku! Besides, you can be more creative than that! Something fun. Spontaneous… Oh, perfect! He perked up. “What’s your favorite color?”

More silence.

...Colors. Really? Izuku winced. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Iida, so he kept his blushing face behind his knees. “Right. Boring question. Sorry.” C’mon, Izuku! C’mon! He racked his brain, feeling panicked. “I-I, w- uh, w-what I meant was- um...y-you like...waffles, right?”

When there was again no response, the freckled teen peeked over his knees to see Iida doing a leg swing stretch with a distant look. It was a stretch meant for both legs, but he continued swinging only one for several seconds...for fifteen seconds. Twenty seconds, same leg. Thirty seconds, same leg, fifty seconds, same leg...

“Leg.” That’s it! Izuku shot up. If there was anything that seemed to bring his friend to the present, it was focusing on this. “Iida! Can you do one of your kicks for me?”

“Ah, what was that?” Iida looked over, eyes alert. “My apologies. You said something about a kick?”

Izuku reached for his notebook. “Yeah! Your flexibility and the agility of your kicks are incredible, especially with that one you did yesterday that you used alongside the power of your Recipro Burst! You know, the one with the whirlwind-like motion. The Turbo Flying Kick, right?”

“I think you’re talking about the Turbo Airborne Helicopter Kick. I named it myself, although I am considering changing it.”

Izuku jotted the name down in his notebook. “Got it! Well, I’ve been working on developing a new kick move of my own since I use my arms most of the time, and I think it'd be a nice change of pace.”

Iida nodded. “That’s a good point.”

“So, even though my kicks'll be different from yours, can I use some of yours as a basis for good kicking technique?”

“Oh. Well, of course I won’t show you all of my cards just yet,” Iida said with a smirk. “But since you’ve already seen this one, I’d be honored to help you where I can!”

Izuku beamed with sparkling eyes at the way Iida seemed to happily come back to the present. He’d been meaning to get tips from him for a while now, anyway, so it was beneficial for them both. “Thanks!” He twirled his pencil with a nod. “Ready when you are!”

“All right! Now! Watch closely. I can do it over, but a keen eye will save time!” Iida said with a chop of his arm as he aligned himself. “You may need to do additional stretching to do it as effectively as I can, but with practice, the precision for your own move will come.” He lifted his leg about a foot off the ground. “So, for this one, before I swing, I turn my leg slightly inward, lean forward, then back a bit, point my toe-"

"Oh, actually, wait! H-Hold on, right there! That stance is… How do you do it?” Izuku beheld Iida’s pose with awe. He’d seen him in action more than once, but seeing the way he transitioned in slower motion as he prepared to kick, and how he stood with seemingly effortless balance brought out his inner fanboy.

“I think that's what I'm missing. I’ve tried before, but I can't seem to get my pre-kick positioning right - probably one of the reasons I can’t nail my kicks yet.” Izuku added a few things to his page before glancing up again, big eyes shining and eager with excitement. “C-Could you...stay like that for a second so I can take note in closer detail?"

Iida blinked but remained perfectly still. "Um. This stance isn’t all that special, in my opinion. But, if it helps you out."

“Cool!” Izuku circled him. “So, I think it’s all in your posture - whoa, your spine is-” He scrutinized his back. “It’s slightly bent, but still straight for the most part, which I’m guessing helps keep your position controlled, yet relaxed enough for fluid movement at the same time. It’d help if I knew how many degrees the curve of your back is right now...” Izuku paused, pencil to his chin. Maybe if I… I really need to learn how to properly measure body angles. Hah. I have no idea what I’m doing, he thought as he moved one hand in an L shape to Iida’s back and ran his other pointer finger lightly up his spine to meet his thumb. Iida moved just slightly at that, barely noticeable, but enough that it tugged the boy from his thoughts. He moved his finger again and got the same reaction. His eyes widened. Oh. Maybe…. He smiled faintly. …a better question.

“Okay, and it feels like here, you’re pretty relaxed, too.” Izuku reached up to squeeze Iida’s shoulders near the base of his neck. All of them had been taught the basics of dealing with muscle tension, pressure points, and massage techniques since starting at U.A., but Midoriya made sure not to use the proper technique, though not so much that it was obvious. His mother had playfully done it to him in a way that would send funny tingles up his neck and down his back countless times growing up, and he’d then do it back to her. “It makes sense that you need to have fairly relaxed arms and shoulders while directing more tension to your core-” Izuku forced away his growing smile at the sound of a small squeak before dropping his hands and peeking his head around to face Iida. “Are you...something wrong?”

“Huh? N-Nothing!” The faintest color was on the blue-haired boy's cheeks, and their eyes met briefly before his gaze flew to the side, the ground, the sky. “I just… You almost finished?”

He moved to Iida’s left. “Well, I kinda just started, but I’ll speed it up! Next, I need to check more of the way your torso’s angled. I don’t know how you keep such a good balance. I don’t think anything could tip you over, even though you’re slightly bent backward and tilted to the side,” Izuku said while gently poking up Iida’s side and rib to outline the way he was curved with way more contact than was necessary, then stopped to jot down absolutely nothing important in his notebook while keeping it out of view before repeating the actions and pretending not to notice Iida’s mild trembling.

That was until the taller boy let out a choked noise and brought his arm up like one would about to cough into the crook of their elbow.

“What are you…?” Oh, the amount of acting skill it took for Izuku to pause with a straight face and look at Iida’s arm that was shielding his mouth. “You okay?”

“I - yes. Just in case I do something...like sneeze, for examp-aha!” Iida burst out laughing and clapped a hand over his mouth as he stumbled away from the hand that had dug into his side with more obvious purpose. “M-Midoriya - wh-what are yoo-!”

“Wait, I need to finish evaluating you!” Izuku grinned as an old, playful boldness surged through him and he followed Iida with his well-aimed poke attack, delighting in the choked giggles he made as he skillfully dodged, or in other words, clumsily staggered back.

Izuku was pulled into a frenzy of poking fingers jumping for tickle spots almost just like when he was little with-

Izuku gasped as he continued. “Hey! For our warm-up, we could have a-”

He almost fell forward at the sudden void and gush of wind, and when he caught his footing and blinked, Iida was way on the other side of the field.

….Oh, shoot. Izuku’s stomach dropped. What was that? What was that?! What am I doing?! What was I thinking? Oh, no, I’m-

Iida was slowly lowering his arms back to his sides with a look that Midoriya could only register as shock on his face. -I’m such an idiot!

Words from the past flooded his mind.

‘I said no. They’re not fun anymore. They’re stupid and lame. They’re for babies, Deku. I’ve grown out of them, and It’s about time you do, too.’

“I-I’m so sorry! I got ahead of myself - I shouldn’t have attacked you like that! I-It’s just that, I didn’t know you were - a-and I wanted to test it out, but I a-also really did wanna look at your- your - I swear - f-for the longest time! Because - so - oh, man - but I just sorta went with it, and-!” Izuku’s arms flew around his head as he rambled frantically, heart pounding. This was Tenya Iida. Iida, who hadn’t moved a muscle on his side of the field, staring back at him, who was silent, furious. Yes, they were friends, but Izuku had crossed an invisible line, and now, he was going to die. He forced himself to stop and looked away as shame blanketed him. “Stupid idea. Things were just kind of...tense. I just thought...”

“Midoriya. You were going to suggest a tickle fight, right?" Izuku snapped his head up to look again at Iida, still on the other side of the field, whose look of shock had been replaced with a straight face. Not angry, just...firm, but neutral. “For training purposes,” Iida added, “is what I assume you meant?”

Yes-! “NO! A -pfft- a what?! Why would I...I-I mean...kind of?” Izuku paused, trying to collect his thoughts. “What I meant to say is… Well…like...f-for a warm-up, we could make it, like...a warm-up fight. Y’know, like the ones we usually have. Except this time, instead of violence...there’s just...tickling…yeah,” he mumbled, hating how shy he felt. “Only if you want to.” You’ve just described a tickle fight, Izuku! Stop embarrassing yourself!

Iida tilted his head with a slight frown. “A warm-up fight like usual. Meaning it’s to be taken just as seriously as any normal warm-up fight, correct?”

“Oh. Uhm.” Izuku was speechless. How was he supposed to answer that? He was currently trying to digest the fact that he was still alive, having this conversation-

“So, what are the rules in this case?”

Izuku’s mind went blank because Iida was still talking to him, now asking about the- “Uh...nothing aside from...whoever says ‘I surrender’ first loses, I guess.” His mouth was moving, on autopilot, while his mind was processing at a snail’s pace.

“All right, then. You ready?”

“Yeah.” Wait, what?!? Deku shook his head, searched for words of question, because was this seriously happening, he’d actually, just like-

“Ahh!” Izuku screeched because he was suddenly off the ground with an arm securing him by the middle while fingers wiggled into his ribs and sides, gentle, but enough to make his screech morph into giggles as he squirmed with his back against the chest of- “I-Iida?! Wahaha! I w-wasn’t reheady!”

“You’ve let your guard down already? How seriously are you taking this?” Iida said, not sounding all that serious as his fingers scribbled and poked over his tummy, which caused Izuku to yelp and jolt so much that Iida lost his grip and the boy crumpled to the ground, rolled away at lightning speed, popped up, and bolted across the field, squealing.

“Trying to outrun me is futile!”

“Wait- wait, you’re not supposed to- ahheee!” Izuku sped up. He didn’t even realize that he’d channeled a bit of One For All in his legs as he dashed, but had done so since Iida was dangerously close on his heels with his engine blazing. A finger grazed his back-

He dove for his destination, a tree trunk, and flew up it, panting between subsiding giggles as Iida looked up at him.

“Midoriya! What are you doing? This is a warm-up fight, not a retreat. Come down!”

“Right! A warm-up fight! Y-You just used your quirk to surprise attack me, and then you used it again just now! No quirks allowed! You’re cheating!” He held tight to the tree’s branches, giddy with adrenaline.

“Oh, really? To be fair, you didn’t mention that in the rules just now.”

Izuku shook his head. “Well…because I thought that went without saying! We never use our quirks during warm-up fights!”

“Hm. That’s true.” Iida put a hand to his chin. “Very well. No quirks, then.”

“Right.”

“So, you coming down?”

“Yeeeah,” Izuku said with a wry smile. “Once you move back!”

“Move back? I wouldn’t dream of it!” Iida was smirking as he circled the tree with lifted arms. “Here, I’ll catch you!”

“No! Just move out of the way!”

“I’m trying to help you out! If I stand back and let you fall to your doom, how heroic would that be?”

“The tree is less than twenty feet high; I’ll be fine!”

“I beg to differ. What if you break your ankle?”

“I’ll take the risk.” When Iida continued to circle the tree, Izuku went silent, still recovering from the sudden change of pace as he tried to better hide in the tree’s leaves, making it harder for the class rep to see him, waiting for the perfect time-

“Ha!” He landed behind Iida, sprang, latched onto his back, and went all out this time on his tickle massage. “I’ll help you out instead! I’ll help you relax!”

“Gah! T-Thihis isn’t rehehelaxing!” Iida’s laughter was partially suppressed as he stumbled around and squeezed Midoriya’s knees that were wrapped around his torso.

“HeheHEY! I’m trying to hehelp yohohou!” Izuku’s legs spasmed in the tickly grip, but his fingers moved to dance around Iida's neck, making his opponent’s snickers escalate, and soon Iida reached up to try catching his fingers.

“Stahhahap trying to stop me! If this isn’t hehelping then-'' Izuku's appendages shot under Iida's exposed arm that was busy reaching for him. “This better?”

“AhahAHAHAHA!” His laughter skyrocketed and he clamped his arm down, but Midoriya kept wiggling. “Pahahah-! NohoHO, NOHOT HEHEHEHELPING!”

“I got you now!” Izuku teased, pleased with the reaction, but also fearing for his life as they zoomed and jolted in dangerously uncoordinated circles. Still, he kept up the attack. “Surrender!”

“Nohoho!” Iida tripped over a small rock and tried to catch his footing, but failed, and they tumbled to the ground, Iida landing on his side and Izuku landing on top of him with a hand still under his arm.

The world swayed and spun around Izuku for a second, but he kept up his assault. “So, yohohou were trying to kill me just then?”

“I-I wahasn’t! Wasn’t trying to ehehend you! I- hahaha!” Izuku had been so caught off guard by his friend’s laughter that he’d unconsciously lessened the pressure of his tickling, but was still pulling out a steady current of pitchy giggles from Iida, and he giggled along with him before Iida’s writhing caused Izuku to topple off him. Iida barely managed to teeter to his back before Izuku shot both hands under his arms again as he kneeled over him.

"Hey, your arms are kind of crushing my hands- now they’re stuck!” he said, tugging at his hands and cheesing mischievously. “Lift them up a little?”

“N-No!” Iida’s words were barely coherent as he squirmed around. “I c-chahan't! Noho, I can’t lihift thehEHEHEM MAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Told you they’re stuck! I’m trying to free them!” Izuku said as he dug and wiggled with more vigor under his arms, making Iida’s snickers shoot up to cackling, and Izuku couldn’t grin wider at his boisterous laughter. “Hey, stop laughing! My hands being stuck isn’t funny! It’s a real issue! Guess I have to get them out myself.” He pried his hands out and smirked as the giggling Iida instantly started rolling away, but Izuku didn’t let him get far before he pounced after him with random attacks at different spots that were exposed as he rolled - pokes and wiggly fingers into his back, digs, and prods into his sides, all while making funny little noises and comments with each moment of contact.

“Pew, in coming - Kprrsh, vroop, woop, boop! Hey, why do you keep rolling? Stay still! Come back!”

“H-Hehehey - nohoho noises - e-embahaharrassing - Mihidoriyahaha, stahahaha - pffft! Ahahaha! C-Cuhut it ohohohout!” Iida cried, his cheeks turning pink from the silly attack that seemed to have effectively overwhelmed him with laughter, and he was soon giggling so much that he stopped rolling to curl instinctively in on himself and weakly bat at Izuku’s hands.

“Finally! It’s a little mean to just roll away from friends like that, y’know! Here comes the landing - wooOOm krrrr!” Izuku laughed while clawing and vibrating all five of his fingers into Iida’s tummy with one hand, and grabbing one of his wrists to try wrestling his arm up with the other, not having too much trouble since most of his strength seemed to be taken captive by his hysterics. Izuku delighted in the frantic laughter and widening eyes Iida gave him as he fought back with the strength of a noodle.

“Nohahaho - wait, y-your hahands are out- t-thehehere’s no neheed t-to - they're ohohohOHOHUT! EEHEHAHAHAHAHA! AAHHA-! NOHOHOHOHO, M-MIDORIYAHAHAHA!”

“Oops, one’s back in now! You know what to say!” Izuku kept his wrist while drilling and poking into his exposed armpit and rib. He recalled how he used to use the same tactic in tickle fights when he was a kid, and he let out a few giggles at Iida’s attempted counterattack with his free arm, but it was weak, and Izuku was undeterred. Wow, he hasn’t said-

“MIHIHIDORIYAHA, ST-STAHAHAP! OKAHAHAY, I GIHIHIVE UP!”

“Oh…” Izuku stopped and pulled his hands back. “Are you okay? You said you give up?” Iida nodded, panting with grass in his hair and his glasses slightly crooked as he finally managed to hold onto Midoriya’s wrists. Maybe it was because his friend’s laughter was music to his ears, or maybe it was because it felt to him like they’d just started, but Izuku felt a pang of sadness. He smiled, nonetheless. “Well, that was a - wo-ah!” He was flipped over on his back and was a pile of flailing limbs and alarmed squeaks as his ribs were attacked.

“I said ‘I give up,’ not ‘I surrender’! It was a risky move, but I didn’t think you’d actually-” Iida snickered. “Midoriya, you actually-? Wa-wahait, you really did forget about your own rules again!”

“Hehehey, nohoho fahahair!” Izuku was too overcome by the vibrating tickles and too shocked by Iida’s lighthearted behavior to respond with anything more. So much for taking this seriously.

He tried scrambling to his feet, but it didn’t work, and they continued attacking each other. They were so invested in their rolling tussle, that the grey clouds and drizzle of rain snuck up on them until faint exploding thunder sounded somewhere in the distance, causing both boys to look up just in time to see a small spurt of lightning coming from the same area.

“Dang it. Todoroki said there was a chance of rain, didn’t he? Why didn’t I check my weather app?” the class rep muttered, letting go of his friend as he stood. Izuku remained in the grass even as the rain steadily picked up. “I think I may have packed a raincoat-”

“Iida? Forget about the rain!” Izuku said, holding Iida’s ankle with both hands, still lying in the grass.

“I can’t, we have to- what are you dohooing - h-hold on, thahahat-”

“It does?” Izuku perked up curiously. He hadn’t really been trying before, but now scribbled his fingers lightly on Iida’s retreating calf with more focus.

Iida jerked his leg with a yelp. “Hehey- no, we should take shelter if we don’t have-!”

“But, Aizawa sensei has us training in the rain all the time! Forget about the rain!”

“But, if we’re in it all the time, w-we’re going to catch a cohold-dahaha!” Iida’s laughter flew out in surprised, giggly waves as Izuku started scratching again with slightly more pressure this time against his calf. He sank back to the ground, tugging at his leg with little success of freeing it since Izuku had moved to hug one of them like a koala bear, weighing it down while some of his fingers weaved gently along the skin between the steel mufflers, causing Iida’s laughter to ring even louder through the atmosphere. The green-haired boy was intrigued.

“Whoa, I didn’t realize this area would be so sensitive! I mean, I’m barely even doing anything, though I guess it makes sense, since so much power comes from here, and there is an incredible amount of heat that generates when your quirk is in use, which probably means the skin here is more vulnerable already, but on second thought, with the adaptation of your quirk, I bet the skin here is probably more fire and overall heat-resistant than the average person’s skin, so, wait, does that mean you have more nerve endings here or less? But, wait, what am I saying? Fewer nerve endings wouldn’t make sense because it’s clear that it tickles a ton now, especially when I move my fingers like this, okay, so would it tickle less or more rightafteryou’veusedyourquirkIwondersohey, maybelaterwecoulddoanexperimenttotestitoutjustforfunbutofcoursethatwouldbecompletelyupto....”

“Gahahahaha! Stahahahap!” Iida tried to sit up and push Midoriya away, but was in stitches and was unable to get him off. He fell back again, twisting his upper body and hugging his stomach while trying not to kick Midoriya with his free leg. “Plehehease, MihiHIDOHORIYA! Stohohohop mumbling - ahagh! StohoHOHOhop muhuhumbling!”

Oops… Izuku snapped out of his musings to realize his nails were still just barely scratching against his leg. He smirked. “Oh. Why?’

“B-Because inhihit i-it t-tihhihi-!”

“I don’t think that reason really makes sense, but…” Midoriya trailed off and experimentally kneaded his calf. “What about this?”

“NoHAHOHAHAHA! W-Wahait M-Mi - DAHAHAHAHAHA!” Iida roared with laughter with each squeeze, twisting around and digging his nails into the grass, trying to drag himself away from Izuku’s devastating tickle hug with little progress.

Izuku grinned. “Cool, I’m guessing that’s a y-eee!” he yelped as he and Iida’s legs were suddenly being swung around in the rainy air. He clung on and squeezed tighter, fingers digging into his calf as he kept slipping and struggled to keep a grip for dear life more than for anything else. “Wait, Iid-aahhh!”

“YAHAHAHEHES, IT-! L-LEHET GAHHAHAHAHAHO - PLHEHEHEHEASE, I-IT TIHIHICKLES MIhihidoHOHOHORI - AHHAHAHAS-STAHAHAHAHAP!” Iida sputtered, mind foggy as he kicked and chopped his arms into the grass and air. He was on an up and down roller coaster that varied in ticklish intensity as Izuku fought to maintain his grip.

“I’m trying- Iida- j-just stop kick-woaah!”

“OKAHAHAY, I - GIIHAHAHAHA! Mihihi, I-I reheheally - sahaha - s-surre- NAHAHAHAHH!!”

There was a muffled thud, a groan, and the tickling feeling in Iida was replaced with dread at the silence.

They both shot into sitting positions at the same time.

“Iida! Are you okay? I’m so-”

“What? No! I was going to ask-”

“-sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“-you the same question! I kicked you off, I’m—”

“No, I’m okay! You didn’t kick me off, actually. I sorta…just freaked out and let go when you screeched like that just then. So, you’re all right?” Izuku asked eagerly, rubbing his head a bit where it hit the grass. “I mean, it sounded like I hurt you. D-Did I scratch you too hard or something?”

“No, Midoriya…you’re fine. It just…” Iida panted with a slightly flushed face, readjusted his glasses, then shivered at the ghost tingles. “…really tickled.” He was incredulous. “A lot. I just never knew.”

Izuku’s shoulders eased. “Oh. Okay. I don’t have to tickle you there if it’s too much.”

“Thank you for checking in,” Iida said after a pause. “But I can handle it. Not that I’d let you get that chance again, anyway, of course.”

A few seconds of silence passed before a bright smirk returned to Izuku's face. “Oh, really-”

“Hey!” Iida shouted, giggling between ‘no’s and making fancy leg dodges while still in the grass like his life depended on it as Izuku made grabs for his leg. And when he did finally manage to catch one again and hug it tight, before he could do anything, Iida shrieked in such an uncharacteristically high pitch that Izuku flew back, rolled around in the grass, and lost it.

“Ohohohoho, man!”

“Midoriya!”

“W-Wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-I just, I mean-” Izuku cried. “Iida, but you just said - you just said - but it was so easy to catch again, a-and your calf - near your mufflers - so ticklish that yo- ahahaha!”

“Midoriya!” His cheeks were glowing bright red, but the traitorous grin that snuck onto Iida’s face wouldn’t leave. He tried to force it down, but nah. It was stuck. "Come on. It wasn't...that funny. I didn’t know you were so cruel!" he said in a playfully dramatic tone.

Izuku gasped in a lungful of air. “Iida, I’m sorry, I thihink I-I’m, I gotta-!” He eventually got himself into a wobbly upright position and began making his way across the field.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I...!” Izuku wheezed, his words drowned out by the rain and thunder as he kept going.

Then it dawned on Iida that the boy was heading for the tree where their belongings were, and he gasped. “Y-You wouldn't!” he squeaked, but his grin widened as he watched Izuku’s sloppy attempts to keep standing as he dragged himself forward, but he was still laughing so much, he apparently couldn’t do it, and was soon crawling across the field with quaking arms, occasionally tipping over onto an elbow into the muddy grass, pushing himself up as the rain gently pushed him down, and repeating the cycle at a pitiful pace.

Izuku’s determination despite his struggle was apparently such an amusing and endearing sight, that he was more than halfway across the field before Iida finally shot up and slowly started after him.

“Not so slow! Halt! I said halt, villain!" he bellowed.

“No, stay back! I-I hahave to!”

“You do not!”

“I do!”

“Absolutely not!”

“Iidaha!”

“Nope, not up for discussion!”

“O-Okahahay, time out!”

“I don’t think so!”

Izuku finally reached their tree, still on his hands and knees, and grabbed his notebook. "No, stay away! Writing down this valuable info is something I have to— AHH, noo!” he shrieked when wiggling fingernails caught him under the arms, then sides with nimble, highly effective impact. Izuku tried to fight back with his own pokes and prods as he went down, giggling hysterically, but Iida only lightly chuckled. “Iida, plehehease! Lehehet mehehe write it dohohown!”

“If you‘d stop laughing at me, I’m sure you could!” he said, reaching for the notebook with his free hand.

“I cahahan’t behehecause you’re tickling mehee!”

“Hmm, a terrible excuse.”

To Izuku, Iida’s higher-pitched, melodramatic tone of voice made him sound more like the villain, and that paired with the tickling made him even weaker to the point he lost his grip.

“Ah-ha!” Iida held the book in the air, but his victory was short-lived as Izuku tackled him, and their tickle wrestling continued as the rain pelted them, both of them grappling for the upper hand, flailing, grassy, muddy limbs, disheveled hair, both of their shouts clashing.

The notebook had been strewn several feet away from them during their scuffle, and soon, both teens were sluggish and weakened significantly by their endless stream of giggles, but Izuku was affected the most and didn’t put up enough of a fight to evade Iida’s leg that swung over his waist, pinning him and his arms under the leg and to the grass. Iida kept up his attack unhindered.

“Muahahaha-hah! Looks like your dastardly plans have been thwarted, criminal!”

“Nohohoho, Iida!”

“So, was it in your evil agenda to write it down, then create some grand scheme to exploit my weakness and share the details with select villain markets around the world for profit? Hm?” he questioned while the fingers of one of his hands crawled and danced on Izuku’s tummy like he was playing the piano, keeping him a steady ball of laughter as he squirmed around.

“N-Noho, but thahat’s a good ideee-AHHaha! Kidding, kihhidding - noho, I prohohomise!” Izuku cried. “It’ll stahahay between you and meehee! I-I’m sohohorry!”

“Though I question the sincerity of that apology, I’ll accept it for now. Because hearing a declaration of surrender is more what I’m looking for!”

“Nohoho wahahahay!” Izuku would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this playful side of his friend. He twisted and squirmed under Iida’s leg and pulled at his arms. “Ahahaha!”

“I see. I'll have to resort to more drastic measures of persuasion, then. So, if you just tell me where you’re most ticklish, it would make your job of surrendering much easier,” Iida said with a smirk. “What do you say?”

“Whahat?!" Izuku squeaked. "I can’t say it! It’s too bad!”

“So, I really haven’t found it yet?”

“Noho!” Izuku’s eyes widened, realizing his mistake. “I m-mehean-”

“Hm.” Iida’s brow furrowed. “So, let’s see, I’ve already tried here. And here, too, right? And here?” Iida gave a flurry of pokes all over his tummy, and a few fingers tried to worm under Izuku’s arms. Fingers jumped and skated along his ears and neck, which made Izuku squeal, and they squeezed up and down his sides, earning yelps and higher-pitched laughter. Iida lightly scratched and pressed along and between Izuku’s ribs as he pretended to count them, massaged and skittered above and under his knees, randomly alternating between places, searching, and somehow Izuku felt even more ticklish than usual as his peals of laughter jumped up and down in volume.

“Looks like this spot’s worse than that one, but not as bad as this one, so not here, either? Oh, sorry, I already checked there multiple times, didn’t I? Okay, so then maybe here, or…?”

“Ii- n-nahaHAHAHAhat! Nahahee n-not ahanywhere! YahAHAha! G-Gonnahaha kill meheehehee - pffft - nahAHAHAHAHHA - T-THEHEHERE!” Izuku burst into shrill hysterics, and he would have smacked a hand over his mouth to stop himself if he could. “THERE! NohohOHOT THEHEHERE!” Iida glanced down to see both his hands had traveled back down to squeeze at his hips.

“Oh! Here?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES, THEHERE!”

“Yes, here? You’re sure?”

“NAHAAHAHA! YEHEHES, THEHERE! I-IIDAHAHAHAHA!!” Midoriya laughed harder when Iida teasingly spidered against the area, the light feeling like a hundred tickly bugs that he couldn’t escape even as he tried arching his back. "IIDAHAHAA! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“I wasn’t expecting such enthusiasm, but since you asked so politely!” Iida broke into a mischievous grin as he scribbled and pinched over his hip bones with more purpose.

“N-NOHOT WHAT I MEHEHEHEAN!” Izuku writhed and kicked more under the maddening, focused attack that sent tingly shocks through his whole body. The floodgates broke, and more explosive bubbly laughter and shrieks spilled out. His head fell back into the grass. “NAha - CahahAHAHAHA-! NOHAHAHAHA! WAIT, PLEEHEASE WAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”

Iida pulled his hands back. “You all right?” he asked with concern replacing the playfulness in his eyes.

“Y-Yeah…” It took a moment for Izuku to stop giggling wildly as he blinked down the rain and mirthful tears in his eyes, and looked at Iida. “Wha...what is it?”

“It’s…just that you told me to wait,” Iida reminded him. “Oh, is it my leg? Is it hurting you?” he asked, getting ready to lift it.

“N-No, your leg’s okay. Well, right. I told you to wait... because...because…hey-'' He burst into uncontrollable snickers again when he noticed that his friend’s fingers, still in the air, were slowly curling into claws. “Iida, y-you’re so mehehean - seriously d-dohohon’t! Wahaha - wait!”

“If you’re all right, then why am I waiting, Midoriya…?” Iida asked, now unable to restrain the renewed smirk on his face. “You had me worried there for a second. You weren’t trying to...stall, were you?”

“I don’t... I don’t know!” Izuku held back his laughter, face reddening more as Iida’s hands started to slowly descend, making the giddy terror build in his chest and his squirming intensify, though much weaker since he’d been laughing so much. “Wait! I-I mehehenan, I said wait be-because…!” He fell into a frantic giggle fit again.

“I could wait ‘til you calm down,” Iida suggested with a grin that looked positively evil to Izuku and implied he was enjoying this way too much. Izuku tried a few times, but it was like he’d been bitten by a funny bug, and Iida’s barely wiggling fingers, and the way he was still grinning like crazy with messy hair, gleaming eyes, and mud smeared on his cheek wasn’t helping. “...but it looks like that's unlikely to happen.”

Izuku tried again. “Okahay, okayokay, heehear me out! S-Shouldn’t we be getting out of this rain? I mean - okay - I-I really said wait...‘cuz… it’ll reeheeheally tickle- and I-I mihight - wait - hehear me- Imightactually diiiEEE! IID- AHANOHOHO- NOOHOHOHO! PL- WAIIIAHHHAHAHAHAHA!” Izuku lost it as his hip bones were clawed, and scratched, and kneaded into.

“I couldn’t bear seeing you so tortured anymore!” Iida said, his laughter being drowned out by his friend's hysterics.

Izuku got one of his hands free and tried to reach down and tickle Iida’s leg positioned right below his waist, resulting in Iida jolting it slightly and fighting back with more merciless tickles. But Izuku could see his friend’s joyful expression through partially shut eyes, and for the moment, he was content for it not to end.

...Until he eventually remembered that he needed to breathe. “AHAHAHA!” Through his haze, he’d gotten his other arm free and used both hands to push at Iida’s wrists. “O-OKAHAHAHAHAY, IIDAHAHAHA! I SURRENDER, I SUHUHURREHENDER!”

The tickles stopped, and Iida went still. He was so still, even after several seconds ticked by with nothing but the sound of the rain and very faint thunder, that Izuku glanced up at him again to see his fading smile.

“Hold on. I don’t think I heard you right. Please, come again?”

“I sahaid...I surrender.” Izuku’s giggling and heavy breathing were slowly dying down. There was silence. More silence. He tilted his head.

“Wait, you said, i-if I’m not mistaken, you just said that you surrender. As in, you tap out? You give up? As in, you’re through. A-As in, you...you can’t take it anymore?”

“Well, yeah. Pretty much.” Izuku laughed awkwardly at the odd, intense stare Iida was giving him. “No need to rub it in,” he teased.

“My apologies, I just, it’s just that...that means I?” Iida’s eyes widened, mouth slightly open as he rose to his feet. “That means I won…” he said softly and with a trembling voice. Then his voice grew in volume and higher pitch as he repeated the words. “I won. I actually...I won…!”

Despite himself, Izuku smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, Iida. You really did w-”

“I WON! I! WON! I-I HAVE TRIUMPHED!!” the class rep shouted, dancing around and briefly breaking into the robot, which had Izuku shake his head with an amused smirk. But he let him have the moment. Besides, seeing his friend like this made his own spirits soar even higher. And when Iida abruptly finished his victory moves with an extravagant pose of one arm in the air, and one arm to his chest with a solemn look, Izuku laughed again and leaned back into the grass with the dopiest smile ever.

“Uh-huh. You won.”

That seemed to snap Iida out of his moment. He blinked, then quickly grabbed their water bottles, and handed Izuku his, who gratefully took it. After they drank, they both lay back in the grass and stared up at the roaring sky as the rain further cooled them down.

“I’m sorry,” Iida said. “I didn’t mean to gloat. I suppose I got a bit excited because I’ve just...never won a tickle fight before.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Izuku shook his head and turned it with wide eyes at Iida’s other comment. “But you’ve never won a tickle fight? Really?”

“Yes. Really.” Iida paused. “Well, for the most part, at least. There was less than a handful of times I would win against Tensei, but looking back now, it’s obvious that he let me win those times.” Iida looked over at Midoriya with a furrowed brow. “I was actually ready to surrender, but you stopped. You had the upper hand most of the time. So...you didn’t let me win, did you?”

“Huh? No! Of course not! I had no idea you were going to surrender, but that doesn’t matter. You didn’t, so it was a fair win!” The way Iida’s eyes lit up as a barely contained childlike excitement crossed his features again made Izuku beam. He shook his head. “Well, fair enough, at least. Trust me. I thought I was gonna die. You won fair and square, Iida.”

Iida gave a small nod. “Okay, then. If you’re being truthful.”

They looked to the sky again.

“I know. I was acting like a fool, wasn’t I?”

Izuku looked over again, but Iida’s slightly troubled expression kept him silent.

“When you first suggested the warm-up, I decided to go along with it, with little thought. Though I was a bit caught off guard at first, agreeing felt almost like second nature. I suppose it was because...as I mentioned, I had tickle fights with my brother quite often, a long time ago. We obviously can’t really have them anymore. But they were...this was…”

Oh, him too?

“Fun,” Izuku said, quieting the voice that had shamed him into abandoning that truth for so long. Reuniting with it, and saying it out loud now pulled an unexpected weight off his chest. “It was fun.” Even now, after all this time. “Yeah, we were dumb. We were both acting like total idiots,” he said with a growing smile up at the sky. “And that’s okay.”

“Fun. It’s less of an option, and more of a necessity.” Iida’s voice was barely heard over the steady rain. “That’s what Tensei used to say so often through the years that it should have been a catchphrase of his, and it’s something I’ve agreed with. It’s just that ever since his retirement, hard work and improvement for his sake and others has been all I’ve really been able to think about, especially with the exam coming up. Along with that, my middle school, Soumei, has always been an institution where serious behavior at all times was highly valued, and anything less than that, humor, or even a little playfulness, was considered disgraceful. So, to avoid being looked down on, I’ve developed a habit of suppressing my more fun-loving side. To the point that sometimes, even now, I fail to realize when I need it. So, thank you."

A wave of pain washed over Izuku at his friend’s words. “No. There’s no need to thank me for-”

“Nonsense! As I said, this time, I hadn’t even realized something was wrong, let alone what exactly was bothering me. But considering I now feel immeasurably rejuvenated, it’s clear that weariness had been clinging to me all this time. That’s why your perception, persistence, and incredible insight never fail to amaze me,” the class rep exclaimed while gesturing with his arms. “Brilliant!”

Izuku felt his face warm up. “I don’t know about that… All I really did was...”

“And as humble as always, to top it off…” Iida trailed off. “But I’d expect nothing less from you. Such noble qualities. All of which describe only the greatest of rising heroes.”

Izuku realized the familiar shine in his friend’s eyes was back when the smiling Iida glanced over at him through the sheet of rain, and Izuku suddenly had a lump in his throat and a huge flood of thoughts and emotion that he couldn’t contain.

“W-Well, I could say the same about you!” he blurted. “I-I should be thanking you! I mean, you’re so cool, and you have no idea what y-you... - you helped me -and- yeah, U.A. is kinda strict, too - but you don’t have to hide or suppress any sides of yourself here! What you had to do while at Soumei sounds like it sucked, b-but here, you can be your total self - seriousness and goofiness, and just everything! And - well, at least around me and the rest of our friends - you know how silly we can all be - they’ll accept every part of you just like I do because you’re amazing! Oh, and Kacchan isn’t always super friendly, b-but he’ll come around, too, and even he’ll realize how awesome you are-”

“Thank you, Midoriya. I think you’re right. Heh. Well, perhaps not entirely about Bakugou, but the rest of it.”

“-and, y-you know I really was just kidding about the notebook thing, right? Rip it up if you want! I- well, wait, actually, that one was pretty expensive since I made sure to order it fire and water-resistant this time, ‘cuz of Kacchan - b-but, I won't write anything for real, or tell a soul, I promise! A-And-”

Iida chuckled. “I know.”

Midoriya’s nose was suddenly tingling enough that it caused his vision to blur. …Seriously, Izuku! Don’t cry! What did he do to deserve such a friend? “And...I know not everyone our age still likes them, but if you ever just want to for the heck of it, we can goof off together and have these warm-up...I mean, tickle fights...as many times as you want, okay? I-If you’re ever up for it again.” He twitched with a small smile at the sudden gentle poke to his side.

Iida laughed quietly. “If, I see. You must not be looking forward to me taking you down again, and much quicker next time around. If I don’t die of a cold first. And if you’re ever up for it again, that is.”

Izuku huffed out a tiny laugh of his own. He nudged Iida’s shoulder and rubbed his eye. “Quicker, huh? Don’t count on it.”

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fly-like-egyptian-musk · 2 years ago

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Lost in the Eye of Zaun

Hey y'all, this the start of my Lounge Singer AU I've talked about maybe once or twice. I have the next three chapters written, but want to gauge how much of an interest this has. I will only post the 2nd chapter if people comment. This will be a song fic and isn't a happy story and there will be an abundance of trigger warnings. Please read at your own discretion. This first chapter doesn't have many warnings except the mention of drugs. Will be cross posted on Ao3. Main Parings will be: OC Female x Silco, OC Female x multi, OC Female x Viktor. Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lovelace/profile

Summary: Revolution is coming and freedom is in every Zaunite's horizon- but at what cost? A singers first hand encounter of scraping out an existence with her young sister who has big plans for the future, but plans change when The Eye of Zaun set's his sights on capturing the Siren and de-rails everything she once knew. A story of sinners and saints, and the lies between them.

Chapter 1. There was a thick cloud of smoke inside the office already,

‘A bit early, how many cigars did he smoke so far??’ Sevika thought.

She shut the door, standing front and center. Silco, who was mostly stationary during meetings paced in front of the window, slowly as if mulling something over before addressing her.

“Shipments are good, the set back was..permanently dealt with. I think the crew got the message.”

“Good, let that be a sample of what happens when not following my orders. And what of the factories and their production progress?”

“On schedule. The lab technicians said potency is better, purer and becoming more each batch. No accidents thus far.”

“Hmm, that’s good news, very good news for once.”

The man finally turned to face her.

Silco hadn’t donned any of the fancy clothing he had tailored for him yet, as it was relatively early in the day but was still a bit strange to see him plainly dressed. His button up was tucked neatly, but the tie hadn’t been properly set and dangled around his neck. He hastily clipped his cufflinks, cigar teetering between chipped teeth.

When that was set he roughly fixed the tie, flattened it down and smoothed over a loose lock of hair as two billows of smoke left his nostrils.

“Now tell me the bad news.” He mumbled while cracking his neck, walking over with his eyes lifting to glance at Sevika as he snuffed his cigar in the doodled ashtray and started filtering through his paperwork.

“Last week down at Shimmermist Cove I’ve gathered that there’s quite a bit of dealings happening in the surrounding area. A few addicts have told me it’s cheaper than shimmer.” She lit her own thin cigar, taking a seat at the side couch.

“Apparently there’s going to be a show, a big one with some band the younger crowd likes and usually there’s a huge turnout. Which means, there’s bound to be dealings taking place..”

He had sat back into his chair, hands gripped the arms as he lounged paying attention if only for a moment, “Hmm most likely a band that can’t play very well..kids these days will pass off anything as music. And what of the baron? Have you seen him throughout these missions?” Silco grumbled out, eyebrows already high in annoyance at his own mentioning of the slumlord.

“Sparingly, but it’s a big night- he’ll probably want to make a flashy appearance.” she scoffed,

“Boss, the guy’s a joke, he looks like dog shit trying to pass as a man in a fancy suit and everyone knows it. I’m honestly surprised he’s gone this far.”

“He’s gotten this far because there’s a conspiracy that goes deeper- more people involved then we know of. And we’re going to weed them out. You know what you have to do- by any means necessary.” Silco added, grabbing a silver letter opener and slitting an envelope, his eyes stern and fixed on hers as it sliced cleanly and swiftly.

“Because by the end of next month, I’m shutting his whole operation down, taking him out for good and targeting the next. We’ll make an example out of him and all his imbecile lackeys.”

_______________________ The mid-summer heat made the sea spray blow across everyone, making all clothes damp and sticky with salt. Dilapidated stone walls lined the waters edge, dim lanterns lighting the ruddy path towards the cliffs slopes where a low bass line pulsated the very earth. This neighborhood was a secluded linkage of run down chem factories, abandoned when the spills polluted too much, un salvageable. But from others misfortune comes refuge, and with enough dedication and desperation anyone could flip the tides. Shimmer mist cove was a wet wasteland of polluted water by day and an eerily glistening haven for artists by night. Private enough to be exclusive and never overrun with yuppies, but popular enough where if you were an eccentric you’d be seen regularly inside. The zig zagging levy’s were slick until you came to a large, barnacle encrusted steel door where three beast-like men stood guard. The silent brooding group approached them, with a semi-mechanically built woman leading the way.

Sevika hated the art crowd, hated all the smug personalities that thought they were the next best thing to happen in Zaun but had nothing to show for it. But the boss wanted her to scout here every week, gather intel and report. She got some pussy out of it sometimes when a kinky woman wanted to play at one of these shows, so naturally she endured, you know..for the sake of business and all that.

Coming up to the door she was flanked by another brawler-type guard of Silco’s while they got a stare down by the bouncers. He was as big as the man behind her but armed with a mean looking home-brewed rail gun.

"Hmmmf, no fighting this time or I’ll shoot your ass, got it?" He towered over her menacingly.

Sevika sneered and curtly nodded, flipping the cover charge to the thin shifty looking man beside him with a lockbox and armed with a series of what looked like explosives. They weren’t playing around tonight. Duly noted, this might become a stealthier op by the end of the night if their target caught on.

Entering the building for only the third time, she now began to see why Silco was so interested in this place, its position to the shore could be crucial for covert operations, easily accessible by boat and its size could hold a hefty amount of reserves. Not to mention, the crowd of young enterprising individuals who were always aching for the next new high packed this club regularly. They could make a ton of profit here, and continue to do so in an organized timely manner if it wasn’t for the incompetent baron who decided for himself that he was the sole benefactor of the place. Silco was aware, and had been for a long time..he was just biding his time gathering all the evidence he needed to destroy him and take over what was rightfully his. That being said, with Silco’s newfound position, he needed to be careful and strategic of his power plays lest he leaves an opening for usurpation. Sevika would make sure that would not happen, not after everything she also lost for this cause.

Crossing the threshold, the noise radiated through her body in a wall of sound.

The air was a misty green as they stepped inside. Meandering to a sparsely occupied booth, she bashed her fist onto the table and knocked the couples drinks clear off the surface to spook and claim the area as their own. Posting up, they relaxed as they scoured the club from their pivotal standpoint.

Many Zaunites of various cloth and background had their own individual style and swagger. Along the floor of the factory was the gutter of bioluminescent liquid, chem spill that seeped into the surrounding bay and lit the room with a spectral glow that in some angles looked prismatic. Residual chems that had mutated the plankton and algae is what made the very namesake of the warehouse.

Sevika ordered the goons to stay posted at the table while she went to the bar, wading through the swarms of bodies chasing their intoxication and getting riled up for the show about to start. The bar was separated by a low corroded metal grate and its stools lined the counter. Two beefy sailors worked quickly behind it, filling orders and handling coins. She climbed onto the stool next to an old Yordle dressed in a swath of navy blue and black, shiny mismatched buttons closed the petite blazer around him, and a monocle of layered multicolored lenses stacked over one eye. He met Sevika’s eyes and instead of shrinking in fear, the old Yordle winked and turned slightly toward her very interested. Sevika shifted her gaze, suddenly uncomfortable in her seat. Behind the bar was lined with dusty, foggy bottles of liquor, Sevika raised her arm harshly to grab attention, the bartender briskly walked over.

“Got any fire draught?” She spilled a few coins onto the counter, but the bartender sucked his remaining teeth in a disappointed way.

“Kegs empty till next shipment, what else can I get you?”

The Yordle leaned over and threw down a few more coins and interrupted,

“Get her two shots of Flamespitt, and a water chaser.”

“Water? At a bar? You kidding me, gramps?” Sevika cackled, looking back and forth between the two. With the amount of coins laid before them she could afford a bottle of shwag stuff at least.

The bartender grinned and went towards the shiny tap in the middle of the wall, pouring a glass of crystal clear water, and scraping the droplets left behind as it turned off. The water was cool enough to frost the glass after filling.

He rested it in front of Sevika, took another shot glass and filled it with the smokey amber fluid then crossed his arms, awaiting her judgment.

“Trust me, this is worth its weight in gold and more delicious than anything you’ve tasted in your young life..” the Yordle assured, raising his own glass to a toast with hers. She couldn’t argue, the glass was the clearest, coldest water she’d ever seen..let’s just see if it was worth the money. Sevika raised it to her eye, looking for any magical tampering and finding nothing but clarity. Taking the shot glass to him she knocked it down, and then the other in a fiery swallow to finally grab the ice cold glass and gulp. The dryness in her throat became coated with pure hydration, fresh and clean as it trickled down. She checked the glass again, too shocked at its purity.

“How the fuck is this…real?” She’s not seen anything this clear come from any pipe in Zaun.

“That’s the secret! No one knows..except maybe the owners. It’s a miracle, truly!” The Yordle exclaimed, tiny feet kicking slightly in his seat. “Name’s Laserian, pleasure to be acquainted with you. Cheers!” He turned toward the stage and sipped his drink, craning his tiny head around.

Sevika drank more, eyes fluttering closed as the refreshing arctic chill shuddered through her in the stuffy heat of the club. She held it in her mouth and savored it like it was an aged delicacy, and he was right..it was worth it.

The lights switched to a purple shade as the steam from the gutter billowed green below. Many shifted towards the front of the room, grabbing their spots before the closest ones were snagged. Sevika tapped the counter and laid a few more coins down, motioning for a bottle instead. As she grabbed it she scanned the crowd, looking for any familiar faces; some were just regulars at the drop, drunks that plagued the bar every weekend, others were clad in dark clothing and blending too well into the sea of bodies.

“Ah- the show will start soon...you don’t want to miss it! The lady of the hour is delectable..” he winked again, and that’s when Sevika knew she wouldn’t linger next to him anymore. Making her way back to the booth came harder than it needed to be, as she swatted with her metal arm and pushed a few uncoordinated patrons out of her way, some falling into the gutter and sputtering a few curses as they peeled their chem soaked bodies up from the floor.

Reaching the two goons, she laid out a few glasses and poured out drinks, leaning into the table between them.

“Eyes open for Glub and his minions, don’t get distracted- stay aware. Any shimmer dealing take note, especially from them.” She commanded, shooting back the low tier brandy and grimacing at the taste. The goons grunted, and downed their shots back. A low droning began across the speakers, morbid and unsettling yet sparked anticipation in its frequency across the club. Sevika stood at the edge of the booth, taking point by leaning heavily against it to rest their body and keeping her eyes low across the crowd. She knew he’d mess up sooner or later in public.

#arcane au #arcane fanfiction #Silco x oc #sex work fanfiction #song fic #arcane

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evacado3 · 3 years ago

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His princess ❣︎

joongooxreader pt1 pt2 pt3/3

Word count: 1393

When the chairman asked to see you personally, the first thought was definitely, I'm getting promoted.

This is it, after working full-time with that dimwit, I'm getting promoted~ And I might finally get a chance to work with Gun! You squealed at the thought, skipping through the hallways in delight, faintly humming a song.

In front of his door, you smoothed out your suit, a brand new one just for this exact event. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door. But what awaited you was a little, no, a lot different to what you expected. A smug-looking man, manspreading on the couch, and the chairman sitting straightly.

"Princess, I missed you!" Goo exclaimed, not too surprised when you shot him a glare. Ngl, after working with him for nearly two weeks, it's shocking how much he grew onto you. Is this his manipulative side everyone talks about?

Maybe the gut feelings were mistaken, maybe the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when the nickname 'princess' was used, were simply all an illusion.

Oh, but he noticed, how that glare was far softer than before. How your eyes would linger on him a bit longer every time he treats you after work. How you wouldn't protest about his sickly sweet nicknames anymore, how you'd enjoy his company.

The chairman snapped you out of your trance, "Take a seat." You plopped down on the place besides Goo where his hands patted. Honestly a little confused as to why you complied without complaint. You might not catch it, but his smirk widened more seeing you so obedient.

"I don't think you've heard, but you've made quite a name for yourself, miss y/n."

You tilted your head in perplex, and why on earth was Goo gawking at you like that. Creep.

"Goo's princess."

"Pardon me?" your neck snapped towards the strict man. you couldn't find an ounce of insincerity on his emotionless face. Dead silence rang through the room till Goo's laughter burst out in amusement.

Oh lord how you were wrong, let's never underestimate your gut feeling. The butterflies are going insane upon his laughter, wait, why are my cheeks burning?

"Princess! This is unexpected, but what we're trying to say is ..."

The sentence echoed throughout the room.

"What did you say?"

"I said, what we're trying to say is, you'll stay working with me, sweet pea!"

Hold on, haha I'm so tired I'm hallucinating. Right?

Your face was blank, well more like restrained.

All you were thinking about was should you risk it by yelling in the chairman's face. Though in the end, you'd rather not lose your job. So you took a big breath, "What's the meaning of this?" you said exasperated.

Goo brushed his hair back, standing up with hands behind his back. "Well, I suggested to the chairman, since more people will be targeting you now, there's no need to change and put other people into danger! Right? Miss y/n." he announced proudly.

The first use of your name to ever fall out of his lips.

"Do you have a fever princess? You're a bit red." Goo mentioned. This man needs to stop examining you like that, with those tempting eyes. You didn't even notice he took off his glasses until you finally looked him in the eye.

"I-I'm fine, just recovering from the shock." you blurted out. "But president, does that mean I have to stick with this moro- I meant Goo, until the rumors are resolved? And without increasing my salary?" you sulked.

The man cut off Goo before he could speak, "If a raise is what you're looking for, that's already done. But about the rumors, they won't go out after a day."

To be honest, your face is more green than red. Hold on, didn't I come here just to work with my beloved jonggun, time out, what's going on.

"Please just tell me what's gonna happen." sighing loudly, you lean forwards, massaging your forehead with one hand.

"I'm going to make you collect debts with joongoo instead of jonggun."

Ok, that's it. You blew up. "Wait! Chairman please, you cannot be serious about this!" Man did your dreams just wash down the drain in front of you, yeah it did.

"Buttercup, you don't have to worry about working with me! I'm reliable you know?" Goo grinned, seeing you speechless gave him another level of refreshment.

A fly might have gotten into your mouth, but that's all nothing compared to the bullshit you've just heard. Your mouth wide open, trying to digest the info you were given.

"Hold on, so you're telling me, to work every day plus night, full-time, no rest while dealing with a fool AND putting my life on the line?"

"You're pay is increased by 50 percent."

"Deal."

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"Hey boss, it's them! Goo and his woman!"

You rolled your eyes hearing those words, crossing your arms, "Gosh could people stop saying that?"

Goo turned around to smirk at you, "I could get used to this, in fact, I think this is fantastic!" He turned back only to meet the eyes of the gang's boss. Oh how he terrified him with his menacing smile, a signature one of course.

"Jackass," you muttered under your breath.

"Hey, you give me a new nickname every time don't ya. What about hubby, or even prince char-"

"No way! There's no charming thing about you, I'll stick with my nicknames thank you. But anyway, why is the leader quivering like that?"

Something's not right.

"You've got to be kidding me.” you groaned.

The head only chuckled tensely, “M-mister Goo, you certainly are early, would you like something to drink? Or..." he scratched the back of his head. I wish I could tell him to drop that fake ass smile.

Goo checks his watch with a grimaced face, "No, we're just on time. Now if you would kindly show us what you've prepared?" he leaned towards the boss.

The leader avoided eye contact with the towering man, mumbling a few words. "Huh? I can't hear you man, hold on, you do have the money right? My schedule was delayed and I've given you guys three extra days!" he made a pissed-off face, "I was gonna grab dinner after this, so let's clear up this misunderstanding. Fast."

This doesn't usually happen frequently, the sum isn't even that difficult to make. Unless if you're not good with money, but then why would you make a gang?

Do I just have bad luck, still I'm glad I'm not wearing anything too expensive. The crew didn't look too pleased with Goo's statement, one by one they begin taking out their weapons.

"Princess, behind you~"

You sighed while murmuring some curses, lifting your arm and slamming back your clenched fist, whacking the guy's nose. Why am I always the option for a hostage? Sighing even more, you asked, "You want help?"

"Yes please cutie, but if you keep sighing like that, you'll get shorter!" The audacity of this man to insult you while fighting off people like it's such a daily thing.

Upon his mockery, you decided to just not help, walking away from the scene and ignoring his whining apologies. Instead, approaching the boss on the side, flinching when he felt your firm grip on his shoulders. What a pussy, you thought, is he shorter than me?

"Don't come near me! Guards, hey!" he shrieks, earning a loud snicker from you. "You call yourself the boss? Hey, look at me. Your guards aren't coming ok? You'll have to deal with me."

You grinned, one that sends chills down his spine, making him back off into a corner. Goo should be done soon, even if he isn't, he's gonna rush. Just to see the daunting expression on your face when you finished your job.

Then at the end of the day, he'll award you for your hard work. Even taking a nice short stroll with you, treating you some ice cream. Things like this are what makes work tolerable, it's not far-fetched to even say enjoyable. Though you'd never admit.

And he won't stop spoiling you, not until he loses interest. But maybe, just maybe those little butterflies are also fluttering in his tummy. Somethings telling him this isn't just about interest, it's a lot more.

After all, you are his princess.

#gooxreader #goo #goo kim #lookism x reader #goo lookism #webtoon lookism #lookism #joongoo #kim joongoo #fanfic

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The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 6

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer!

Authors note: I have no idea if I used these song lyrics in a previous chapter in Eclipse... I have a garbage memory.

"Stars did fall. Thunder rolled. Bugs crawled back, In their holes. The couple screamed, but it was far too late. Her jealous heart did retaliate."

Ten Cent Pistol by, The Black Keys.

Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie looked like they wanted to kill someone. Alice, Dean, Esme, and Bree all looked confused and hurt.

Rosalie inhaled deeply.

"We need to do something about those two..." Rosalie said.

"They're way out of line... Edward especially... human or not I would kill anyone who comes near Fleur." Jasper added, fury was still in his voice.

"What can you guys do he's your brother. Besides after Bella turns they were going to go live in that cabin you guys renovated for them."

"We'll need to do something, you don't need any of this right now... I'm disappointed in him." Esme said sadly.

Before I could say anything else I could hear Bella scream.

"She must've just gotten bitten." I murmured.

"Hey you're probably thirsty, your eyes are starting to turn black, let me get you something," Esme suggested.

"That'd be great thanks... Jazz, could you hand me my phone?"

"Sure, what for darlin?" Jasper said sitting next to me.

"I need to call Sam and Leah... they need to know about this too. If we keep it from them, they could consider it a threat."

Carlisle's office door swung open, Edward ran toward the front door and slammed it. Carlisle came out with an annoyed look on his face.

"He's going to be the second death of me I swear he is."

"Well Seth already knows, maybe he told Leah." Bree suggested.

"Maybe he did but it won't hurt to check." I replied. I dialed Leah's number first thinking she might be a little more understanding.

"Fleur?" I heard her ask on the other line.

"Hey, Leah... has Seth told you anything lately?" My voice trembled slightly. I heard Leah sigh before letting out a laugh.

"Yeah, Seth told me you were pregnant calm down." I heard her reply.

"Oh, so Sam knows too?"

"Yeah but he's a bit skeptical... you know how he is." Leah mumbled.

"Yeah... but what about Bella... he does know that today is her changing day, the transformation is already happening."

"The last thing he told Seth about her is that she's not our concern anymore... it's her choice to change, we can't stop it." Leah explained.

"Listen I gotta go, I'll see you soon."

"See you later." She hung up a few seconds later. I rested my head on Jasper's should and sighed in relief.

"Here Fleur, maybe this we'll make you feel a bit better," Esme said, handing me a glass.

I grasped the cup and chugged it, it was gone a few seconds later. I didn't feel much better.

"Your eyes are still black...each bag should have the exact amount of blood you need for the next few days... How about you have some more?

I gulped down another bag, it still wasn't enough.

"This isn't good." Carlisle explained, he looked puzzled.

"Ehh...why isn't that good?" I inquired

"Well, if you can never be satisfied with the amount of blood your drinking you will eventually begin to starve. You will lose your strength, and could possibly have moments of insanity." Carlisle explained.

"I can handle this... it'll be worth it for him. Besides like you said before it most likely won't be a full 9 months."

"We'll all be by your side darlin." Jasper reassured, kissing my cheek.

"I'll monitor you whenever I can, it seems they're already growing quickly." Carlisle said, gesturing down to my bump.

Over the next few weeks, my baby grew more and more, but I was beginning to get weaker. No matter how much blood I drank, nothing seemed to sedate me. The rest of the Cullens were on edge with Edward and Bella, and since Bella was finally a vampire, they couldn't trust them at all. They weren't around much but when they were Rosalie and Jasper seemingly stood guard for me. I was zoned out, laying in an armchair since I was beginning to get sick of sitting on the same couch when Esme interrupted my concentration.

"Fleur, Leah and Seth are here." She called out.

I sat up and smiled, gesturing for her to bring them in. Leah and Seth walked in carrying some wrapped boxes with them.

Esme walked in with them before giving a quick goodbye as she wanted to help Carlisle and Rosalie with collecting food for me.

"You two did not have to get me anything." I said.

"Look aunt Leah has to get my nephew something." She said a smile was on her face.

I opened the box, a stuffed wolf plushie was inside, a dreamcatcher was underneath the plushie.

"These gifts are great thank you!"

"No problem, I thought they would be nice."

"You are the only one who thinks it's a boy, everyone else thinks it's a girl."

"I trust your instincts." Leah shrugged before pulling up a chair and sitting next to me.

"So how are you Fleur?" Seth asked, he shuffled around in his place, his eyes were scanning for someone else.

"It's getting rougher now since he's growing so big but, I know it'll all be worth it in the end."

"Your eyes look really dark, aren't they suppose to be red?" Leah inquired.

"We're beginning to think he's half-vampire half-human, he has a heartbeat it's just slightly faster than usual humans. He's definitely drinking the blood I get."

"I heard what happens to vampires when they don't feed...it gets rough." Leah said rubbing my back comfortingly.

"I have my moments but, they haven't been too bad."

"Where's the rest of the Cullens?" Seth inquired.

"Hunting, Edward, and Bella don't show up much... they don't want me to have my baby. But the rest of the Cullen's are really supportive and Jasper is ecstatic about it." I rubbed my bump unconsciously.

"But how do you eat?" Leah asked, her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Carlisle and Rose get these bags of animal blood for me." I saw Leah sigh and Lean back against her seat.

"These vampires aren't so bad after all...I'm glad Seth found Bree... she seems nice." Leah smiled.

"Oh she really is, she didn't know what she was doing when she was turned... I'm glad we're able to help her."

"So... when do you think you'll give birth?"

"Carlisle said I could give birth in a week or two... It's nerve-wracking, it's so unpredictable."

"Hey, you'll be fine... I'll stay here for a bit if you need." Leah offered.

"That would be nice but, I don't want to put you through any trouble."

"It wouldn't be any trouble besides If Edward or Bella tries something... they're going to have to deal with me too."

I laughed but before I could say anything I could sense Edward and Bella coming in, but the others were still farther away.

"Great... now we got werewolves constantly coming in." Bella complained.

Seth and Leah looked up shocked.

"Bella... did you forget you were in a toxic, manipulative love triangle for a solid year with a werewolf... for a solid fucking year." I snapped back.

"Jacob doesn't talk to me anymore!" Bella roared.

"Good for him, he needs to move on." I said, Leah nodded in agreement.

"You always have to stick your opinion in don't you?" Bella said.

"Uhh... you walked in for 5 seconds are were already trying to start shit with me." I snapped, the rage in my body burned.

"Hey, don't you snap at my wife." Edward snarled, he started walking up to me slowly.

"Back off Edward." Leah warned, she seemed to feel how pissed off I was.

"Can it mutt."

"Edward... I've been starving for almost a month... don't try me."

"What can you do? You're frail, weak, impaired." Edward pushed, walking up in front of me.

"What in the fuck are you two still doing here? I mean... honestly, you both got what you wanted, Edward you got a mate, and Bella, you became immortal. If you can't stand the decisions we're all making then why don't you just leave?"

"Because we're protected, we're the feared Olympic coven... Who wouldn't want to stay here." Edward explained, he rolled his eyes as if it were obvious.

"Oh I see... you're using them, you're too unskilled to protect yourselves so why wouldn't you want to let everyone else do the work?" I said in fake shock, Leah and Seth began to chuckle.

"I'm not unskilled enough to protect myself from you." Bella smirked, joining Edward in front of me.

"...You two fucking try something I dare you because the way I've been feeling all month I fucking dare someone to mess with me. I growled standing up on my own, it was strange... it was like a new strength filled my body.

Leah came up in front of me and put an arm between us three.

"Just drop it you three... this isn't going to end well." Leah warned.

Edward smirked and then grabbed me, I quickly flipped him around and as I warned before kicked him through the glass wall.

I heard shuffling and turned around to see Leah holding Bella down with Seth helping her out. I turned back around to the window, I saw Edward lying on the ground with Dean, Alice, Esme, and Emmett looking up at me in shock. I saw Carlisle approach Edward, a deadly look was on his face.

"Damn short stack!" I heard three sets of feet running inside Jasper, Rosalie, and Bree came into the lounge room. Bree went to go help Seth and Leah with Bella.

"Darlin are you okay?" Jasper called toward me worryingly. I couldn't say anything however as that newfound strength had dissipated, and I clutched my head. Rosalie and Jasper rushed to me.

"That's it I can't stand those two anymore they have to get out of here!" Rosalie exclaimed, Jasper just nodded in agreement.

When I was sat back down in the armchair I decided to explain what happened. The rest of the Cullens came back in, Edward couldn't look me in the eyes now.

"So sweety, what happened?" Esme inquired.

"I was just sitting with Leah and Seth when Bella started complaining that Leah and Seth were here."

Bella tried to say something but Rosalie gave her a glare.

"I snapped at her I'll admit but... then Edward started coming up to me threateningly... but he then he said that he was just living with you guys because he was being protected... and long story short Edward grabbed me and I kicked him through the glass wall." I finished. I had never seen Carlisle or Esme so mad before.

"Is that true?" Carlisle inquired.

"But..."

"HE SAID IS IT TRUE!" Esme interrupted.

Edward bit down a growl before answering.

"Yes."

"You two can't come around here anymore...nor do you two belong to this coven." Carlisle demanded.

Bella gasped.

"What a second we can work something out..." She started.

"Look I'm not going to spend decades of you three fighting all the time... and personally, I'm personal want to keep the one I like." Rosalie sniped.

"Leave at once," Carlisle said.

Edward and Bella stormed out of the house and ran off. A thick silence overtook the air.

"Uh...sorry about the wall." Jasper shushed me before pulling me in for a kiss.

"You two okay?" He asked, rubbing my stomach.

"Oh yeah he's having a blast...you should've felt him, he was kicking up a storm. He's a fighter I can tell." I said smiling. Jasper curled up to me and rested his head on mine. I saw the Cullens as well as Leah and Seth glance at each other, leaving the room.

"You know, I can feel what emotions they feel," Jasper stated.

"Really? How is he feeling now?"

"They loves the sound of your voice, I can tell. They get so happy when they hear it."

I smiled fondly on my bump before rubbing it softly.

"I'm glad you love it, we both love you that's for sure..."

#jasper whitlock x oc #jasper whitlock #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper hale x oc #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #twilight saga #bella swan #twilight

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barnesbabee · 3 years ago

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𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵

|| ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ⇜ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - 21

⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…

⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU || no gender specified for the reader

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Panic settled in the room as Seonghwa's words echoed in your heads. Yunho was dead, Mingi disappeared, San wasn't waking up and the body was gone.

And meanwhile, you were getting railed in Seonghwa's office. You felt sick to your stomach, not knowing what to do, or where to even start.

"Someone say something!" Jongho yelled, at the top of his lungs, finally breaking his calm character.

The silence in the room was heavy and you suddenly felt as if you couldn't breathe, as if someone was gripping your throat from the inside. As if on cue, San groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"What the fuck?..." He groaned, as he sat up straight with the help of one hand.

San rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, hissing as he moved it up and down slowly.

You and Seonghwa ran towards him and knelt beside the man.

"San what happened!?"

San sat against the sofa, feeling too sick and too dizzy to sit up straight on his own. He took a couple of breathsm trying to recollect what happened before he blacked out.

"There really isn't much to say, right after Y/N left Mingi asked me to get him something from the kitchen and when I came back someone, I'm assuming Mingi, hit me with something in the back of the head. Next thing I know I'm waking up next to Jongho."

Seonghwa stood up, visibly stressed and irritated.

"Y/N I- I can't take this anymore. I'm tired, I'm stressed out, I wake up, go to sleep and go through the day stressed but I try to keep calm and be reasobale but I just can't anymore! I need to rest, I need time!" Jongho said.

His voice was shaky, his face was red and his eyes were desperate and tired. He had huge bags under his eyes, and he looked as if he wanted to cry, but was too tired to do so.

"I... I know. I know what you're feeling because I'm feeling it too, but the body is gone, and you know that if the body is found we'll all be questioned by the police and if he turns himself in he will also be questioned by the police and we both know that in either case they will be asking questions. The body is decomposing! They'll start asking why he didn't come right away, what happened between the murder and the confession, and it doesn't take much for Mingi to break! If he goes down he'll bring us with him!"

Your voice was unstable from crying, and you, just like every other person in the group, regretted helping Mingi. You should have stayed mad at him. You shouldn't have babied him and helped him cover up a murder. But it was too late, friendship and compassion won over you as if you were in a kid's cartoon where the power of friendship could overcome anything. But it didn't.

"Each of you get in one of my cars. We're splitting up and looking for him. Keys are in the ignition, let's go. The sooner we find him, the sooner it will all be over."

Seonghwa turned his back and started walking towards the garage, giving them no time to oppose themselves to the plan, or to complain at all.

Four motors roared in the garage as each of them left in their respective car to look around. He couldn't have gone very far, it had only been a couple hours and Mingi had no car and no money for a cab.

It was becoming increasingly hard for San to throw off Wooyoung. They had been spending a lot of time together and these past few days he had barely talked to the younger boy, making the latter suspicious that either San had gotten tired of him, or that he had found someone else. Either way Wooyoung was panicking and constantly blowing up San's phone, which was just the cherry on top. After the 10th ding sounded from his phone, San pulled over for a second and called Wooyoung.

"Heeey Woo." He said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

"San what's happening? Please tell me if you're getting tired of me... Don't give me any hopes, because I really like you."

"What? No Wooyoung, I like you, like... a lot. Really. But I've just been busy with consoling Y/N, and there was a bunch of issues in some paperwork from my part-time job so I had to work on that as well, it's just been a very tiring couple of days, I'm sorry... Can I get back to you once I'm done? I need a little rest."

As far as Wooyoung knew you were still upset at Mingi.

"Alright fine, but I expect a nice homemade dinner once you're free."

"Of course baby."

San hung up with a sigh, relieved that he bought his excuses, and started the engine once more, resuming his search.

San was driving around the town, searching places with fewer people and hidden spots where rarely anybody went to. He ended up in a couple bad neighborhoods, which in retrospect it wasn't very smart since he was riding a Rolls Royce, but they hadn't been making good choices the past few days. Seonghwa headed back to the cabin where they had found the body, you searched every bridge and police station and Jongho went to his apartment.

It was minute 12 of driving around when you received a call. It was a group call with everyone involved.

"The body is back in the cabin. It's covered with all the leaves and shit we put here."

"Don't touch it, get out of there for now. I'm still trying to get to his house, anyone got anything?"

Jongho's question was met with a bunch of no's.

"Well I'm almost at his house and I can see- oh my God. I found him. I found him he's standing on a balcony and I think he's gonna jump everyone get here!"

Jongho hung up and you told Seonghwa the address. Thankfully you were close by and got there in no time. Jongho sprinted up the stairs and by the time you and San got to the house he was trying to talk Mingi out of it. Mingi was standing on the edge of his balcony, on the other side of the railing, but still holding onto it. Jongho was crying and begging Mingi to come to his senses and to come back inside, as he gripped his arm.

"It's no use Jongho, just let me go! This is not up to you!"

You and San got up to the balcony as well, trying to talk Mingi out of it.

"Mingi please! We'll get through this I'm begging you, we can't lose you too!" You yelled.

You wanted to stay composed but you couldn't help the tears streaming down your face. Even Jongho, who was usually very uncomfortable displaying his emotions, was crying and begging.

When Seonghwa got to the scene, he was terrified. He didn't know what to do, which was a common thing throughout the past few days, and it was killing him.

Everyone was pulling on Mingi's left side, trying to pull him up along with Jongho, so, without anyone noticing, he jumped outside the railing, and slowly walked towards Mingi without him noticing either.

Once he was close enough, he grabbed the man and pulled him up and over the railing, while holding himself stable with one hand on said railing.

However, Mingi's selfishness was bigger, and in the end, he showed that no matter what other people did for him, he was going to put himself first.

Mingi was mad, he thought his friends were being selfish and had no say in the matter, so while being saved, while going over the railing back into his house, he kicked it away with all the strength in his body, making him fall back.

Seonghwa, who was holding onto Mingi, failed to grip the railing harder and fell with Mingi, looking into your sad, panic-filled eyes as he fell to his death.

You bent over and watched the man you loved fall, in what felt like slow motion. His body hit the ground, and with an ugly cracking noise, Seonghwa's head split open.

You sprinted down the stairs, and once you got down to the ground people were circling the two men, taking pictures and gasping at the scene. You shoved away everybody in front of you so you could reach Seonghwa. His face was nearly intact, but the pool of blood surrounding his cracked skull told you there was no way he'd survive. His chest moved up and down quickly, for a couple of seconds, indicating the intense pain he was in.

"Seonghwa I'm sorry- I-I'm so sorry! Please... I love you..."

Just as the last three words left your mouth, you could see his lips twitch, before his chest stopped moving, before his eyes lost all of their color, before his body went limp in your hands. You stayed there, holding the face of the deceased man you once loved, your clothes soaking his blood and you cried out for forgiveness.

You didn't dare look at Mingi, but you sure hoped he was dead.

But he wasn't. And in the end. When the ambulance and the police came, they took Seonghwa to the morgue and Mingi to the hospital. Mingi ended up surviving after intense surgery, but not for long, because you would end up killing him.

"You don't get to live!" You told Mingi, as you stabbed gagged him and stabbed him over, and over, and over.

He died in a slow, agonizing way, just like you wanted him to. After all he put you, San, and Jongho through, after the sleepless nights, the constant stress, after staying the love of your life he still thought he'd get a second chance!?

You made sure he suffered, and you made sure he knew how much you hated him as you pierced your old, blunt, and rusty knife into his body.

San and Wooyoung ended up fleeing the country, and Jongho joined the military, both too afraid to face the reality and their past actions, seeking any refuge outside of their past lives. They did end up hearing about Mingi's death, and neither of them seemed to care. After everything, they just gave up on him completely.

You were arrested for Mingi's murder, but after confessing everything, and giving a couple touch-ups where you removed Seonghwa, Jongho, and San from the story, and after leading them to Yunho's body, the lawyer from your case pleaded not guilty, and blamed your acts on the heavy toll the incidents of helping your best friend, and the death of your lover, had taken on you, and the judge agreed that you should be under house arrest, with a government assigned professional that would assist you, take care of you, and report back to court.

Was that the end? Was that all there was to your life? That seemed to be the case... Sooner or later you'd end up joining Seonghwa however, you knew that much, you just hoped he was somewhere waiting for you.

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jackson--t · 3 years ago

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Pancakes

Pairing: Ivar × Heahmund

Words: ~ 1390.

Just pure fluff. Heahmund being Ivar's perfect, unreal kind of boyfriend.

Ivar pressed his face more firmly into the fresh pillow, trying to let the scent of fresh linen drift into his nose before the smell of fragrant pancakes; he was still far too tired for a surprise like this. He rolled onto his back in one smooth motion, arms folded behind his neck, wondering when the hell Heahmund had gotten up to prepare such a great breakfast. This man was so perfect that Ivar felt the guilty conscience tingling in his stomach again.

They had been sleeping with each other for a little longer, maybe three to four months. They had met back then at Hvitserk's embarrassing party, an evening Ivar only remembered darkly because he had been far too drunk. He had spilled beer all over Heahmund's white shirt while tripping - and had also headbutted him when he had tried to pick up his beer again, while Heahmund had done the same. Fortunately, Heahmund had always had a sense of humor, and hadn't held the bloody nose against Ivar.

Nevertheless, he couldn't understand how the much older, perfect-looking man put up with him. Not that Ivar thought he was bad looking - not at all. But he was clumsy, grumpy, had a big mouth and was constantly doing everything wrong. Only yesterday they had had a slight argument because they couldn't decide which movie to watch - Ivar had refused to watch a horror movie, but only because he didn't want to admit that he was scared. It was enough for him even as it was that he could hardly spend an evening without putting his legs over Heahmund's lap, without somehow being in physical contact, touching each other. It was almost like an addiction, and the smell of Heahmund in particular made his pulse race up regularly.

It was a while before he could hear anything coming from the kitchen; the soft hum of Heahmund's voice, along with the sound of flipping pancakes in a pan. The smell was so good that Ivar decided to get up. He reached blindly next to the bed, pulled on Heahmund's T-shirt, and with a slight yawn, headed for the kitchen. He ran a quick hand through his hair in the hallway, even though it probably wouldn't do much good - he always looked like a wild Viking in the morning.

Heahmund lifted his eyes and put that darn handsome crooked grin at the corners of his mouth when he saw Ivar standing in the doorway, still slightly sleepy.

"Good morning. Slept well?" he said cheerfully, and Ivar grumbled slightly in response. He pressed himself lightly against the kitchen counter and let his eyes wander over the picture he was presented with: a topless, perfectly trained Heahmund in black sweatpants making him a big mountain of pancakes and just looking like a fucking god. The pancake god from Ivar's wet dreams, that was for sure.

Ivar crossed his arms slightly and tried to form a sensible sentence in his head as he gawked at Heahmund's back.

"What Disney universe are you from again?" he asked, and Heahmund let out a soft laugh.

"I hardly think any Disney character does what I did to you last night."

Ivar bit down hard on his soft lower lip as his thoughts drifted to last night. Naked bodies in the moonlight, bathed in sweat. Half-suffocated moans in the night, nails digging into skin. The rustling of bedclothes, the soft creaking of the bed caused by hard thrusts. The promise, which Heahmund shortly had whispered to his neck just before his climax, submerged in Ivar's moans of pleasure, followed by a breakthrough orgasm.

"Oh no. You're more the bad guy. But still. This." Ivar grumbled, flailing slightly in Heahmund's direction; Heahmund's eyebrows raised slightly as he heaped another pancake onto one of the plates.

"What this?"

"This. You. How perfect can a human be, please? You're making me pancakes when I'm the most exhausting person in the world. Do you know how long it's been since Mom made me any? There's only aspirin for breakfast," Ivar remarked; he consciously tried to ignore his pounding heart as Heahmund wore a wide smile on his lips. Oh God, this man was driving him crazy.

"Well, I'll make them for you now. You love pancakes."

"I know. It's absolutely nerdy that you know that."

"Then I'm a nerd, I don't care. Sit down."

Ivar obeyed; he took a seat at a set table on which there was fresh orange juice along with various things like butter, honey, Nutella, and jam. And when Heahmund put a plate of fresh-smelling pancakes in front of him, Ivar thought for a moment that Heahmund had stepped out of a glossy magazine for perfect worlds. Maybe he was dead, and this was heaven.

They ate in silence for a while - as Ivar could do nothing but stuff the mountains of pancakes into his mouth with an indulgent sigh. Only after a while did Heahmund put down his fork and lightly clear his throat.

"Ivar?"

"Huh?" Ivar mumbled with his mouth full; his gaze lifted, and he looked into a slightly tense face. And though his stomach tingled, he didn't stop eating.

"Do you think... I've been meaning to bring up this subject for a while. Don't you think it's time to take this... thing... a step further?"

Ivar choked slightly on a large bite of pancake; he had to take a breath, and his eyes started to water, fuck.

"How - what do you mean?" he asked cautiously, and Heahmund shrugged slightly. The steel-gray eyes lit up.

"We've been having sex for so long now, and you half live here on weekends anyway. Don't you think we should tell your parents? To me, we're almost together anyway. Or do you feel differently?" Heahmund said carefully, and Ivar had to cough again.

He had known that this moment would come one day. Of course, he felt the same way. Honestly, he had fallen head over heels in love with Heahmund after the first two dates, absolutely and irrevocably. But there was only one problem: his parents. His family.

Not only did they not know Ivar was gay - but his father was also guaranteed to kill him. Maybe even lock him up in the cellar for years, where Ivar could live like a renegade - but after that he would definitely take him into the forest and shoot him. And his brothers? Bjorn would laugh at him, loudly, as would Sigurd. Ubbe and Hvitserk would probably accept it, but turn away from him because he had lied for a long time. He could see Ubbe's therapist face with imaginary glasses in front of him now, along with a cheap notepad on which he would write down Ivar's feelings about the matter.

And even though this thing was hitting him hard in the stomach, Ivar took another bite of the delicious pancake. Oh man, where the hell did this man get so good at cooking and baking and just everything?

"I... mean, I feel the same way, and I would like to - take the... the next step. However, there's... the family thing, that's...", Ivar stammered - he focused his gaze on everything but Heahmund's face.

Heahmund looked at him for a while, then smiled gently. At least that's what Ivar saw out of the corner of his eyes.

"They don't know, do they?" he said softly, and it took Ivar a while to nod silently.

There was silence at the table for a while; Ivar could feel deep patches of red forming on his cheeks as a large and warm hand reached out and grasped his. Their eyes met, and Heahmund smiled slightly.

"You have all the time in the world. And we can do this together." he said, and Ivar rolled his eyes, even though he had to grin anyway.

"You really are too perfect for this world. What lab did you break out of?"

"You don't even want to know."

"Does that mean we're... now - sort of together?"

Heahmund snorted in amusement. "Yes, Ivar, we are sort of together."

Fuck yeah, so the hot guy was his, Ivar thought - and was already looking forward to the next party where he would be able to turn down any women with a knowing grin.

*****

Quite a bit different from what I usually write, but damn I needed this. 😌

#ivar the boneless #vikings #heahmund x ivar #heavar #bishop heahmund #ivar x heahmund #fanfic #ivar fanfic #short one today #fluff #pancakes #the morning after

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡.2 (𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

Part One/ Part Three / Part Four

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College Au.

Summary: Y/N has no idea what to make of the mysterious Park Seonghwa. Does he really like her or is he simply playing with her?

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Flipping the light switches off, Y/N typed in the security code into the pin pad before closing the door behind her, the faint beeping from inside letting her know that the alarm was functioning properly. She honestly wondered at times about if anyone would ever think about robbing a coffee shop. Granted it made a lot of money during certain seasons, but unless you actually work in one, you probably wouldn't think so. Yet it was surprising to know it could make as much money as any famous fast food restaurant. Well.....with those sky high prices, it made sense.

She stopped and checked to make sure she had everything in her bag, not wanting to risk having left her keys inside and find out until she reached her apartment. Satisfied by the confirmation, she began her walk home. If it had been fall or winter, she would have seriously considered taking a bus, even though it wasn't that far away. But it was summer and thankfully there was still an hour left before the sun finally set. She truly believed she was lucky to have found a place to live that was close not only to her workplace, but also her school, even if it was a tiny studio apartment. She felt proud to say it was hers.

Feeling something tug on her sneaker, she looked down and realized one of her shoes was untied. She bent down and began tying it up again, carelessly placing her bag right next to her on the street. She was so focused on her task in front of her, she failed to notice the looming figure in front of her.

"You know anybody could just whisk away your bag and run at this moment?"

She snapped her head back up and saw Seonghwa standing in front of her, an amused smile on his face. He bent down and picked up her bag, dusting off the dirt that had gotten on the bottom part of it in the process.

"Tsk. Tsk. And here I thought you were a more.... what's the word? Meticulous person."

Y/N gave him a questioning gaze before standing up, quickly grabbing her bag from him.

"Not even a thank you?" Seonghwa shook his head.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you went home." Y/N said, clearly confused as to why he'd be there still.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at her.

"I thought I told you back in the shop that I'd see you later?"

Y/N recalled the moment, it did seem weird to her that he'd say that.

"Well doll, it's later......and I wanted to see you." He explained, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

Y/N let out a tiny scoff.

"Why?"

Seonghwa blinked at her response.

"I thought I made myself clear the other day Y/N. I like you."

Y/N blushed slightly at the memory of him confronting her back in school. She was hoping the shadow from the building in front of her casted enough to hide it from him.

"And I said there would be plenty of time to get to know each other.....well I'm free right now and obviously so are you. So why don't we get something to eat? My treat."

He grinned at her, obviously not expecting her to turn down his offer. Any other girl wouldn't say no to Seonghwa. But Y/N wasn't any girl, and she wasn't about to say yes to someone she hardly knew. Especially not when he acted so strange for her liking.

"No thank you."

She quickly responded and took a step to walk away from him, but his hand reached out and stopped her from moving any further.

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N tried to think of an excuse, any quick excuse to get out of this.

"I'm not hungry." Was the best thing she could think of.

The loud grumbling of her stomach was a dead giveaway of her fat lie. After working 8 hours straight with only a bowl of cereal for breakfast and a muffin on her only break, of course she was borderline starving and needed something in her stomach before it began eating itself. Her hands clutched her stomach, hoping to silence the obnoxious noise, but ultimately just making it more obvious.

Seonghwa looked down at her figure and snorted softly.

"Seriously, I know a really good place here that sells burgers and shakes. Are you really going to say no to free food?"

At this point she could either tell him to fuck off and stomp away home, but ultimately she'd leave even more hungry and would still have to whip up something on the stove that would take approximately half an hour or more. Or she could accept his offer, but it'd mean interacting with him, not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but she honestly didn't know what to make of him. He's been straightforward with her all this time, but how was she to know he was being serious? For all she knew, he could just be playing with her. After all, isn't that what all bad boys are known for?

Guess there was only one way to find out.

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Y/N looked around at the 50's themed diner she was in:

Black and white tiled floor that was so clean it almost looked slippery. Cherry red leather seats, either in the form of booths, tables or chairs on the front white counter that stretched at least 40 feet. An array of old records hanged on the wall, whether or not you could actually play them on a record player or if they were just flimsy decorations would forever be a secret. An old juke box was stationed in one of the corners of the counter currently playing The Beatles, its color combination of yellow and blue not quite appealing to the eyes. And of course, a pinball machine was placed near the entrance for kids to waste their quarters on. They even had a light blue 1955 convertible Chevrolet Bel Air for people to go take pictures of or with. At this point it wouldn't have surprised Y/N if waitresses came out of the kitchen in roller skates and started singing songs from Grease or Hairspray.

It became an even more ironic thought when she saw Seonghwa walk back to her with their food. Dressed in a white shirt, distressed jeans, black combat boots and black leather jacket with his hair slicked back, he could almost be a modern day Danny Zuko and for some reason, that thought made her bust a tiny giggle.

"What's so funny?" Seonghwa asked as he sat the tray down in front of her.

"Oh....nothing." She was not about to get caught.

Seonghwa looked at her funny, but ultimately decided not to pry.

"Here you go."

He slipped her food in front of her: a burger the size of her two hands and a 32 ounce chocolate shake with whipped chocolate and a cherry on the top. A well sized platter with regular fries and curly fries made it obvious that they were going to share them. She didn't mind though, the portions were so big she doubted she'd even finish half of it.

She dug into the food, her stomach thanking her for finally putting something in her body. She was so hungry that she didn't care if she was eating like how she usually ate when she was at home, messy and slobbish. She was halfway through her burger, when she caught Seonghwa just staring at her. That's when she started to feel self conscious. She quickly swallowed what was currently in her mouth and grabbed a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Seonghwa giggled at her.

"Don't worry about it. It's pretty refreshing to see a girl not care about how she looks like when she eats, and to actually eat. You have no idea how many girls I've brought here who only get salads and nothing else."

He cringed slightly at past memories of awful dates that make him wanna kick himself for even thinking they were attractive. He blamed himself though. He tended to only look at pretty faces and end up regretting it when he found out they were all self-centered, shallow, and prissy girls that just made his blood boil.

"Maybe that's why I like you. You're different."

He didn't even realize he said that out loud until she whipped her head up at him. He was stunned that he accidentally let that slip, but he was able to play it off coolly.

"How......how can you..... we've never even..?" Y/N couldn't even completely form her question but Seonghwa knew what she was referring to.

Sighing softly, he began:

"Well I'm going to sound like a total creep now but that's inevitable. It was a few months back, when you had changed majors and had to be transferred to our class..."

Seonghwa ignored the usual reprimand of the professor, telling him he was late again. As if he didn't do it on purpose. He just hated this class. It was undoubtedly one of the most boring subjects one could possibly take. He began to stare off into space, not even bothering to listen to what was being said.

He looked around at the familiar faces he saw in class, the same people from last year. Until a head of (insert hair color) hair caught his eye. She was definitely not there before. Seonghwa tried to think if he had ever seen her around before, but couldn't quite remember.

Unknowingly, he found himself staring at her more and more each time they had class together. He found out she had a habit of tapping her pen against her cheek when she was trying to concentrate, she kept everything in her bag organized and hardly socialized with anybody.

One time he followed her to her locker, just to briefly see what was inside of it. You can always tell a lot about a person based on how they decorate their locker. But Seonghwa only saw a few pictures of what he assumed was her family, few friends and a lot of sticky notes with motivational quotes written on them in various sharpie colors, with either stars or diamonds as decorations.

That just peeked his curiosity even more in trying to decipher who the mysterious girl was, and his curiosity turned to fondness for the girl, so he had no choice but to admit that he was attracted to her and wanted to get close to her.

"Wait. Is that why you were staring at me in class the other day?" Y/N asked after he told her all that.

"Took you long enough to notice too. You were so oblivious to it that it was kinda funny." He chuckled.

Y/N looked back at that moment and realized she still had so many questions left.

"But then why did you look angry after I looked away?"

Seonghwa shifted his position, sitting up straighter so he could look at her.

"Why? Cause you looked at me with such a bitch face and even rolled your eyes at me. I was kinda angry and hurt that you did that given how I feel about you." He explained.

Y/N looked at him confused.

"I did not roll my eyes at you."

"Uh....yeah. You did. You looked at me as if I was a bug or something." He corrected her.

"Well..... I was tired and hungry! I'm not in control of my actions or emotions when I'm in that state." She tried defending herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she had no control over her facial expressions.

"Yeah, I've noticed. You weren't all that happy 25 minutes ago when I asked you out on this date." Now it was Seonghwa's turn to roll his eyes at her previous behavior.

"This....this isn't a date!" Y/N exclaimed.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Oh no? Do enlighten me then. What is this?"

Y/N thought about it for a moment.

"We are just 2 individuals, having a meal together and conversing." She stated.

"Why are we conversing though?" Seonghwa continued to pry.

Y/N hummed.

"Because you said you wanted to get to know me better?"

Seonghwa smiled at that.

"Sounds to me like a date then."

Y/N mentally face palmed. She practically walked into that one herself. She sighed as she picked up one of the fries and dipped it into her milkshake before eating it.

"And now I've learnt one more thing about you: we have similar tastes in eating."

Y/N watched as he mirrored her actions and dipped his fries in his strawberry milkshake. Y/N decided to just finish eating as soon as possible so she could go home early. The sun was starting to set and she didn't like walking home in the dark, even if rarely any crime happened in this neighborhood. She was planning on not saying anything else, but then something popped in her mind that made her ask:

"Wait a minute! The day after the.....incident." She began.

"You mean when you were a total bitch?" Seonghwa teased.

"Haha, funny." She threw a fry at him, causing Seonghwa to laugh even harder.

She had to admit though, he had a cute laugh.

"Anyways, the day afterwards, I heard 2 girls talking in the bathroom about you. They said that you were pissed off at me-"

"I kinda was." He interrupted her again.

"Let me finish!" She cried out rather annoyed.

Seonghwa bit his lip as he stifled another laugh. He found it adorable when Y/N got agitated.

"They made it sound like you were going to beat me up. Something about 'giving it to me'" She held up her fingers in quoting signals.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to decipher what she meant. Then it hit him.

"Oh! No. Trust me, I wasn't going to beat you up. As for 'giving it to you' "

He mimicked her quotation signs, causing Y/N to glare at him for teasing her again.

"I was referring to the notepad you dropped. Remember? I gave it back to you?"

Now she face palmed literally as she realized she hadn't thought about that. And here she thought she was dead meat for sure.

"Was that why you were avoiding me the rest of the week? You actually believed I was going to fight you?"

Y/N swirled her milkshake with her straw, unable to look at Seonghwa in the eyes anymore.

"Y/N? I'm talking to you. You really believed that?"

The authority in his voice made her look up at him, his expression showing offense and indignation at the thought that she actually believed him capable of such a thing.

"Why would you think that?" He continued his interrogation.

"Well..... I don't know! Ok? Maybe cause I've heard so many rumors about you. You don't exactly have the best of reputations at school. Everyone says how you're...."

Her voice trailed off, afraid to finish her sentence, afraid to offend or hurt him in anyway .

"That I'm a delinquent? A criminal?"

Y/N blinked when he said that, as if he could read her mind.

"I know what people say about me, I'm not blind nor deaf to their gossip." He stated, not at all unfazed by what he often heard.

"So does that mean none of it is true?" She couldn't help but want the answer to her question.

"Well depends. Have I gotten into a lot of fights with other guys? Yes. Do I have a temper at times that gets me in trouble? Yes. Have I fucked a bunch of girls just for fun? Definitely. Do I smoke or drink often? I'm not denying it."

Seonghwa reached into his pocket and took out his lighter, twirling it around in his hand a few times so Y/N could get a glance at it before putting it back in his pants.

"But have I ever vandalized, stolen or done anything remotely illegal? No. Have I beaten someone up for no good reason? No."

Y/N listened to his words very carefully. She was amazed how he was calmly telling her all of this.

"And I most certainly have never even thought about lifting a finger against a woman. Especially not one I'm interested in." He confessed abruptly, causing Y/N to gulp her drink a little fast, nearly making her choke.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

Seonghwa chuckled softly.

"Don't be. I get why you'd be scared. I just wish you'd get to know the real me......"

He reached his hand out and lightly brushed his finger on the top of her knuckles.

"Kinda like how I want to know you..."

The physical contact sent a weird feeling down her body. It was chilly, yet warm at the same time. She wanted to reach out and lace her fingers in his, and she would have, until a high pitched voice interrupted them.

"Seonghwa! Is that you?!"

They looked over to see a purple haired boy waving his hand in the air, as if his loud voice didn't make his presence already known. A pink haired boy was standing next to him, looking embarrassed as his friend jumped up and down. Having had enough of that, he pulled the boy by his arm and ran over to Seonghwa and Y/N's table.

"Hi! What a coincidence to see you here! Why didn't you tell us you would be here? You could have joined Yeosang and I. He promised to take me out to eat." He pulled whom Y/N assumed to be Yeosang closer to him.

The purple haired boy spoke so loud and fast Y/N had a hard time understand what he was saying.

"Promised? I was threatened." Yeosang replied, causing the other boy to let out a loud laugh, making Y/N think of a hyena.

"Hyung, where are your manners? Aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?"

Seonghwa blushed and cleared his throat. It was the first time Y/N saw him get flustered and it was definitely funny.

"Y/N isn't my girlfriend-"

"Oh really? Great! Cause she's cute."

The boy wasted no time and held his hand out to her.

"My name is Wooyoung, I'm single, Bi, and I have a driver's license." He winked at her.

"For a moped." Yeosang corrected him.

Wooyoung sent a glare towards his friend.

"Y/N, these are my friends: Wooyoung and Yeosang. They go to our school, but you've probably never seen them cause they're a grade below us."

Y/N nodded and waved awkwardly at them.

"Yeosang, Wooyoung, this is Y/N. She's not my girlfriend, but she's off limits. Ok?" Seonghwa made sure to lock eyes with Wooyoung, silently warning him not to step any further into his territory.

"So if she's not your girlfriend, does that mean she's a fuck bud-"

Yeosang stepped on Wooyoung's foot, causing him to bend over in pain. Yeosang however smiled sweetly as if nothing happened.

"Anyways, it was nice seeing you Hyung. We wouldn't want to take up more of your time. Besides, we'll be seeing you tomorrow at Hongjoong's party. Right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"You know I never pass up an opportunity to party."

"Will you bring Y/N with you?" Wooyoung asked, hoping she'd come.

Seonghwa looked over to Y/N, who tried to think of an answer.

"Uh... no thanks. I wasn't invited so-"

"Who cares? No one needs an invitation these days. It's a frat party anyways, a bunch of strangers end up coming in the end." Wooyoung insisted.

"I'll....think about it." Y/N knew she wouldn't.

"Ok! I'll take it as a yes. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Taking a hold of Yeosang's hand, Wooyoung made his way over to another table, the pink haired boy already looking exhausted at the thought of spending at least 2 more hours with his highly energetic friend.

Y/N smiled softly at them. They were definitely an odd pairing, but they seemed to compliment each other.

"It's getting late. Want me to take you home?" Seonghwa asked her.

"It's fine. I can walk. It's not that far." She refused.

"I insist. I want to make sure you get there safely." He insisted.

Y/N smirked at him.

"Are you really concerned for my safety or do you just wanna find out where I live?"

Seonghwa's mouth dropped at her insinuation.

"I don't..... ok you got me there."

She chuckled at his reaction, but ultimately got up.

"Ok. Fine. Take me home. The worst you can possibly do is murder me and throw my body in a lake."

Seonghwa shook his head and picked up his jacket. He made sure to hold the door open for her when they went out. Y/N didn't even notice he had stopped walking until she heard him whistle behind her. Turning around, she saw him standing next to a black Harley-Davidson motorcycle. She raised her hands and gestured him to explain.

"I told you I was taking you home."

He tapped the seat.

"So come on. Hop on doll."

He began taking out the spare helmet for her to put on. She walked back to him and placed her hands on her hips.

"You kept it parked here the entire time?" She asked him.

"Uh huh." He responded.

Her face was full of shock.

"Did you know that I would say yes to coming here with you?"

"Well not exactly 'knew'.......more like....hoped."

He winked at her before placing the helmet above her head, making sure to strap it tightly.

"Safety first."

After putting on his own helmet, he got on the motorcycle and waited for her to get on. She awkwardly threw her leg over the seat and hesitated to wrap her arms around him. Seonghwa huffed and simply grabbed her wrists to put them on his stomach.

As soon as he started revving up the motorcycle, Y/N tightened her grip around him. Even through his shirt, she could feel rock solid abs underneath it. It made her wonder what he looked like without a shirt. The thought temporarily distracted her from the worry of actually riding in a motorcycle for the first time.

Sensing her fear, Seonghwa grabbed one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze.

"Don't worry doll. I'll keep you safe."

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*part 3 coming soon*

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your-nerd-is-showing · 4 years ago

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Request for @sassyeahhhh

Hi i really like your work I don't really want to make it awkward but can i request? Levi x female reader fluff smut angst maybe? where she gets hurt and he lashes out (he is also afraid to loose her because of some messed up nightmare?) Ends up with amazing lovemaking and cutesy talk??

It's finally done! I hope I did your request justice!!

PART ONE:

AOT Levi x Reader No Regrets Part 2!!!!

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Content: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, Levi being Levi, sex out in the woods, minors not allowed!

“(Y/N) you’re an idiot you brat!” Yelled Levi as he brought you into the hospital.

“The bastard took me by surprise Levi it’s really not a big deal I'm-I'm f-ahhhh!” You cried out and grabbed your shoulder crimson leaking everywhere.

“Shut it brat. You need stitches that wound is pretty deep. Let’s move it.”

You were instantly seen by the doctor.

“I can kill a God damn titan but get blindsided by a person.” You laughed as the doctor stitched you up. “That's pretty sad!”

“Stupid you need to be more careful! That could of ended up a lot worse than it did (Y/N).” Levi said scolding you.

“I'm sorry Levi…. I promise I will be more careful.” You smiled at him, the doctor soon had you stitched up and ready to go home with Levi. On the walk home you noticed Levi was being extra cautious and overprotective, it was strange to see him act that way.

Levi hid you under his green Scouts cloak, keeping his strong arm wrapped around your waist he walked home. Levi was vigilant, his eyes darting back and forth being aware of every little movement.

Ever since you both joined the Scouts you and Levi had been making quite a name for yourselves. The Power Couple, Humanities Strongest Soldier and The Titan Slaying Princess. Being so famous you had plenty of men chasing after you even though everyone knew you were with Levi they were still stupid enough to try and make a move on you. The men liked to take Levi on as a challenge they were curious to see how someone so small was so strong and he never lost a fight.

You had known Levi since you were ten years old and from the very beginning he was protecting you. He was sixteen when he rescued you from some evil men trying to sell you into slavery. Since that day he watched over you, trained you, Levi turned you into the woman you were today.

You peeked your head out from under his cloak the Scouts camp was right in front of you, you were almost home.

“Hey! Captain Levi! Captain(Y/N)!” Yelled Hanji.

“Hey Hanji!” You smiled and waved at her.

You and Levi had only been a part of the scouts for six months but you both quickly flew through the ranks, becoming respected far and wide.

“What happened to your shoulder (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Oooooh you know the usual challenger trying to take me away from Levi. This one had a friend and thought they could catch us off guard but it didn’t work!” You boasted.

“No!” Levi butted in. “It was a bad situation(Y/N)! You really could of gotten hurt worse than you did. This is really getting out of hand. I hate all these stupid assholes trying to fight me for you!” He yelled starting to get angry. “Tch. If I knew keeping my promise of protecting you was going to involve all of this I wish I didn’t make it!”

You looked at him upset as tears started to fill your eyes. “Well Captain Levi I never forced you into protecting me! I never forced you into a relationship ether! If you don’t want to do ether anymore that’s just fine I can protect myself!” You ran off into the woods.

“Tch stupid brat.”

You ran through the woods for a while until you came to a clearing with a beautiful lake. You paused and looked around. “Something seems off.” You reached into your boot and pulled out a huge knife. “Whoever you are I know you’re out there! Show yourself!” You yelled.

Three men came out of the woods running at you. “Pfffft pathetic.” You scoffed and pulled a second knife out of your other boot. You ran at the men taking them out like it was nothing. “That was almost too easy. Huh?” You turned around and were tackled down to the ground knocking your knives out of your hands. “Fuck! G-get off me you asshole!” You kicked him in his balls to get him off of you. Your tried to get away but he grabbed your ankle. “What the fuck!” You were only inches away from your knife. “I-I can’t get it!” You struggled trying to get away.

“Where’s your bad ass boyfriend no- gahhhh!” The man screamed out in pain.

“He’s right here you bastard!” Levi kicked the mans face in.

Levi walked over to you and helped you up. “T-thanks Levi….”

“Come on lets head back to the camp (Y/N).”

“Hold it just a minute Levi, you can’t just yell at me like that and think everything is okay! That really hurt my feelings…. Why did you say that to me? If you really feel that way why did we have sex that night?” Your eyes teared up again. “We aren’t even in an official relationship! You never asked me to be your girlfriend! Everyone just assumes we are together, including me!” You started to cry. “All you said was that you dreamed of the day you could fuck me! Typical fucking men ever since I was of age men have just looked at me like a piece of meat! I thought you were different Levi! That’s why I fell in love with you!” You stopped yelling when you realized you blurted out that you were in love with Levi. You stood there a hot crying mess becoming more upset by the second.

Levi stood there looking at you shocked.

“Y-you're not even going to say anything to me!” You wanted to run away again in that moment it was as if Levi read your mind and he grabbed you so you wouldn’t run.

“Don't even think about running brat!”

“And there you go again calling me a damn brat! I’m not a stupid Cadet Levi! I’m your fucking partner there may be a six-year age gap between us and I may only be twenty but I am your equal!” You tried to get out of his grasp but it was no use.

“(Y/N)….” He sighed, you stopped struggling and looked up at Levi. “Listen I'm sorry for the way I behaved I'm just….”

“Just what Levi?” You’re eyes widened in shock. “Levi are you crying?”

“I'm-I’m scared that I'm going to lose you (Y/N)!” He started to cry more. “Ever since we lo-lost Furlan and Isabel on the first scouting expedition I've been having horrible nightmares of you d-dying almost every night! It's driving me i-insane I haven’t had a good nights sleep in months. The dreams they feel so-so real….”

“Levi…” You took his face in your hands and wiped away his tears. “Is that why you have been acting so differently?”

“You could tell?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious look'. “Levi come on it’s me we are talking about here! I know you better than I know myself of course I could tell…. I just didn’t know what was causing you to act this way…. I can’t say I’m complaining either…. Emotions look good on you Levi.” You said teasing him as you poked his nose causing him to blush. “Is the great Levi blushing!?” You giggled.

“Hey don’t make fun of me!” He said turning even redder.

“Darling I’m not making fun of you at all. Scouts honor! You’re quite cute when you blush Levi.” You kissed his cheek.

He looked at you and smiled.

“I love it when you smile Levi.” You kissed his lips.

Levi pulled you in closer deepening the kiss, you parted your lips allowing his tongue access as you moaned out feeling a bulge poke at you. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked deep into your eyes.

“Yes Levi?”

He pushed you to the ground and straddled your waist. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, his steel-blue eyes filled with lust and wonder.

“I thought I already was your girlfriend?” You asked him smugly.

“Well I'm making it official…. So will you be my girlfriend (Y/N)?”

“Of course I will Levi.” You kissed his nose.

He smiled. “Good, now we are official.” He started to unbutton your shirt.

You blushed deeply. “Levi wh-what are you doing?” You squeaked out as he pulled your breast out of your bra gently rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“I was hoping we could have make-up sex?” He said smugly. “Hot passionate make-up sex.” He said before nipping at your nipple. “If that’s okay with you of course?”

You grabbed at his pants. “Of course its okay with me Captain, I’m just surprised you wanna do it out here. Where you can get dirty.”

“Mmmmmm I want to get dirty in more ways than one (Y/N)…. Plus tomorrow is laundry day.” He winked at you.

“Oh Levi how can I say no to you?” You giggled.

“Hmmmm you can’t?” He replied smugly as he unbuttoned your pants.

“Especially when you’re looking at me like that with those bedroom eyes.”

Levi smirked at you as he pulled down your pants and underwear. He looked on in wonder as he exposed you, licking his lips he pressed his palm against your womanhood making your juices leak all over his hand. “My, my, my you’re already so turned on (Y/N).” He took his soaked hand licking your juices off slowly and sensually, his eyes never looking away from you as he inserted two fingers.

“Oh-ohhhhh!” You moaned as Levi pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your body wiggled around as he went faster. “Le-Leviiiiii oooooohhhh-oooooooh!” You looked up through half-open eyes at Levi, his gaze was still fixed on you a huge smile across his face.

“Mmmmmm yes (Y/N) I love the facial expressions you’re making right now Princess.” He took his thumb and started to massage your clit, which sent you over the edge making you moan even louder, getting you wetter by the second. He leaned in ever so gently flicking your clit with his tongue, you shuddered at his touch as he leaned in to tease you again.

“F-fuck Levi, s-stop teasing me!” You growled as you pulled on his raven hair.

“Oh but it’s so much fun too.” He said smugly. “I love the way your body responds to me when I touch it.” He nipped at your inner thighs.

“L-Levi!” Your hips bucked wildly.

He let out a sigh. “Very well Princess.” He kissed your abdomen. “As you wish.” He licked his lips as he went down on you.

You let out a sigh of relief as his tongue finally made contact with your clit. “Ah-ahhh yessss Levi ju-just like that!” You cried out as he swirled his tongue around.

Levi loved to eat you out he loved the way you tasted, the way you grabbed his hair and pushed his face into your soaking core. It turned him on so much to give you all this pleasure and he never expected anything in return.

“Le-Levi I'm-I'm gonna cummmmmm!” You wined out as you released your first orgasm squirting into his mouth.

He licked up every last drop before coming up and wiped his face off before kissing you.

Your hands traveled down towards his pants as you kissed him back you unbuttoned them and pulled out his throbbing member. He moaned into your mouth as you ran your hands up and down his shaft. You hastened the pace making Levi moan louder and louder, turning you on even more as his sweet moans filled the night sky. “It’s like a sweet song listening to you moan Levi.”

“(Y-Y/N-N) please don’t s-stop.” He whimpered.

“If you get off me I can give you even more pleasure.” You said giving him a smug look.

He looked at you raising an eyebrow but complied.

You pushed him down and straddled his waist, kissing him passionately as you slowly bucked your hips grinding against his length. His sweet lewd moans turned you on so much, it was a rare sight to see Levi like this he always loved to be the dominant one so if you could get him to be submissive in any little way you jumped at it. The only way you knew how was to go down on him.

Levi broke the kiss and looked at you his face red as a tomato. “(Y/N)?” He traced your lips with his thumb.

“Yes Levi?” You asked even though you knew what he wanted you just liked to hear him ask.

“When you said you’d give me even more pleasure…. Did you mean you’d go down on me?”

“If that is what you want then yes!” You smiled at him.

He nodded his head. “Yes it is (Y/N) I want you to so very badly.”

“As you wish Captain.” You kissed him again before lowering yourself to his member. You gently gripped it in your hands running them along his smooth shaft, you heard his breathing becoming heavier. You glanced up at Levi seeing his complexion with pure ecstasy plastered to it. “I've barely done anything to you Captain and you’re already going crazy.” You said smugly.

“W-what can I say (Y/N) you know how to make me submit to you…. Just with one simple question, I'm like a puddle in your hands…..”

You chuckled. “Mhm and I love it when you get like this…. Something about you being Mr. Tough guy all the time then seeing you be submissive it’s so sexy Levi.”

“And I love to see you dominant, it’s such a turn on to have you take control of me sometimes.”

You smiled at him sensually as you licked the pre-cum off his tip, sending shivers down his spine. You flicked your tongue a few more times watching his member twitch at every lick before taking his member in it’s entirety.

Levi gripped your hair locking eyes with you as he looked on in amazement while your head bobbed up and down. “F-fuck th-that feels so-so-so good (Y/N). Ah-ahhhh! God d-damn!”

You quickened the pace licking and sucking, making his member become even harder. Then you deep throated him again taking Levi's member all the way, hastily going back to the tip sucking it hard as your tongue licked all around while you ran your hand up and down his shaft making him tremble at your touch.

He tugged on your hair letting out a loud moan as you deep throated him once more. “Ugnnnnn ah-ahhhhh! Ooooooh!” He howled as you played with his balls.

You went back to the tip licking and sucking bringing Levi almost over the limit.

“G-God damn (Y/N).” He pulled you off and leaned in kissing you passionately, you moaned into his mouth as his length rubbed against your clit. He deepened the kiss as he slipped in, making you moan louder as he started to thrust. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked at you is face was bright red.

“Y-yes Le-Levi?” You moaned out.

“I-I-I…. I love y-you Princess.” He said shyly as he continued to thrust.

Your eyes teared up. “R-really Levi?” You smiled.

He smiled back and nodded. “Yes (Y/N) I have loved you for a very long time.” He held your hips as he went deeper and deeper.

“L-Le-Levi I-I love y-you toooo!” You moaned out as you gushed everywhere.

Levi leaned in again kissing you as he wrapped his arms around you slowing down the pace savoring each moment. He held you close as he looked deep into your (E/C) eyes. “(Y/N) you’re so beautiful…. How did I get so lucky?”

“What do you mean L-Levi-ooooooh!”

He leaned into your ear. “To have someone as amazing as you.” He nipped at your neck as he thrusted faster. He shifted your legs and spread you open. “Here hold your legs just like this.” You did so, Levi spread your lips open as he rubbed your clit.

You moaned out loudly as he went deeper and faster your back arched as your cries of pleasure filled the night sky you reached another orgasm.

“That's it Princess cum for me.” He pulled out to switch positions, you took him by surprise and pushed him down to get on top.

You straddled his waist grinding against his member again making Levi go crazy. You continued to rub your clit making yourself squirt all over Levi.

“F-fuck.” He grunted grabbing your hips as he slid back in.

“So eager to be inside me Levi…. What was he cold and lonely?” You said smugly as you sensually choked him.

He looked up at you biting his lower lip he nodded his head. “Mhmmmm very lonely, he loves the way he fits inside you so perfectly.”

“Oh I bet he does.” You smirked as you slammed down on Levi getting him deep inside you. You gripped his muscular shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down. “Oh-oh-oh Le-Leviiiii!” You cried out as he grabbed your butt spreading your cheeks and pounded into you. You took control again slowing down the pace sensually rocking your hips back and forth.

“F-fuck (Y/N) you keep this up you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted as he pinched your nipples, you tilted your head back moaning louder and louder as he hit your G-spot perfectly. “(Y/N) I love you so much…. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have a family.”

“I do too Levi more than anything…. I could never imagine being with anyone but you.” You smiled at him as you continue to rock your hips.

“Well then lets get married someday soon.”

“Yes please my love!” You moaned out as he pounded into you.

He ran his hands up and down every inch of your curves as he went deeper. He could feel himself getting close to his climax and slammed into you even faster. “(Y/N) I'm going to cum….”

“Then give me your babies.” You whispered into his ear.

That sent Levi over the edge as he moaned out releasing himself inside you. He grabbed your head wildly attacking your lips as he thrusted a few more times before pulling out.

You laid on top of him a hot drilling mess panting heavily. “T-that was a-amazing my love!” You cooed as you cuddled close to him.

He kissed the top of your head. “Yes it was Princess. Shall we go back to the barracks, shower and go to bed? I just want to hold you all night and never let you go.”

“I'm never going anywhere for as long as I live. You’re stuck with me Levi.” You giggled as you got up to get dressed.

“Hm, no you’re stuck with me, because I don’t know how the hell you put up with me.” He chuckled as he threw your pants at you.

“Easily! You’re just too sexy for your own good and your sexiness blinds your attitude.” You laughed harder almost falling over.

“Oh really now?” He smiled at you. “You're such a goof.”

“Well I have to balance out your seriousness somehow! If we were both serious this would be a boring romance.”

“That- that is true. You certainly keep me on my toes (Y/N).”

The two of you finished getting dressed and headed back to the barracks.

Hanji came running up to you and Levi. “So how was the make up sex?” She asked smugly.

“It was amazing!” You blurted out. “Wait! How did you know?”

“Ohhhhh I think everyone knows (Y/N) we could hear you all the way over here.” She laughed.

“Ooooops.” You laughed. “Well I’m not sorry at all! Let them hear and be jealous.” You boasted.

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years ago

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If You Please

Chapter twelve

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2588

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none

Note: Normally I am the type of person to be date accurate when writing things and if you are too, I'm sorry. I messed up on the dates, so the battle of New York happens like a month after it should. This is also a short chapter because it's a filler and I'm trying to just get to the Winter Soldier but have everything make sense.

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A few days later I had received a small archivist job in the WWII department of the Smithsonian. Thankfully the made-up resume and a few fake SHIELD recommendations came in handy. I would officially start the following week after a few background checks were cleared. In my free time until then, I unpacked all the boxes in my apartment. It started to feel more homely and warm when all of my things filled up the space. When I didn’t feel like unpacking anything, I started taking long walks to the VFW building. I hadn’t joined in on any of the meetings yet, I just stood by the doorway and watched, listening to the stories people told.

One day that week as I stood back in the hallway after the meeting had ended, a man came up to me. He was a little taller than I was and had the brightest smile I had ever seen. I had watched him in the meetings before, he was usually the one hosting them, giving advice to all who needed it.

“I’ve seen you standing out here for the past three days, why don’t you come have a seat next time? It would be more comfortable than standing out here for an hour.” He said as he leaned his back against the wall right next to me.

“I have thought about it, but I tend to get here after you have started. I don’t want to interrupt anything by just barging in.” I said over my shoulder at him.

“You won't interrupt anything, just come on in next time, we’d be happy to have a new face around,” He pushed himself off the wall and walked down the hall.

After that, I ended up joining the meetings and even spoke a few times. I learned that the man who came up to me that day was Sam Wilson, pararescue, who had served two tours in Afghanistan. From the first day he came up and talked to me to now, we quickly became friends.

The days had turned into weeks and I was finally able to live relatively by my own means. The Smithsonian was great, in the archives, no one was really around and I could spend a whole day without any interruptions, which allowed me to just concentrate on what I was doing. After closing, I normally walked to meet Sam, who was usually way too excited to see me, even though we saw each other almost every day without fail.

“You’re late today.” I jumped, startled out of my thoughts at the sound of someone talking to me. I looked up, spying Sam standing next to one of the small trees outside the VFW building.

“What do you mean late?”

“I mean you usually get here at three-thirty. It's four right now.” He said looking down at his watch.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize. I've just been lost in my thoughts lately.” I sighed.

“I know we’ve only been friends for what? A month? But I already know when something is bothering you, What is it?”

“Nothing really, just my brother. Since moving here he's called at least twice a week to check up but it’s been radio silence for the past two weeks, he doesn't even answer when I try calling him. I'm just a little worried that something bad is going on, considering his job.”

“Well, maybe he’s just really busy at the moment, or he's somewhere he can't call you. You know how it is being out on those military missions.”

“I know, it’s just the last time we were apart on a mission,” I trailed off and looked up at Sam, he raised his eyebrows, quietly waiting for the end of the sentence. “Someone close to us passed. It’s still fresh in my mind like it happened yesterday. I was there that day and I was too far away to even know what had happened, now my brother and I aren’t even in the same vicinity as each other, there is no telling what could happen and it makes me nervous.”

He gave me a small apologetic smile and patted my shoulder before leading me from the tree where we stood to where his car was parked. “What do you say we hang out at mine and just watch some tv? Get your mind off things? Or we can talk about it, either way, it’s better than dealing with it alone.” I nodded my head and grabbed onto the car door handle as he unlocked it.

Walking through the front door after him I took a quick look around. It was cozy, way more decorated than I thought it would be for a man in his early thirties living alone.

“Make yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink?” He asked neck-deep in the fridge.

“Okay, I’ll just have some water,” I called out as I made my way further into the living room. The couch was backed up to the wall a few feet away from the dining room table. I sat down on it and scooted as close as I could to its right arm. A few moments later Sam came over with two glasses of water and a bag of chips. He handed me my drink before crashing down into his own seat. “Thank you,” I said before taking a long sip.

He nodded as he said “No problem.” Before he got himself really comfortable he searched around for the TV remote. As he pressed the ‘on’ button the TV came to life. “What in the world is that?” He sounded concerned so I quickly looked at the screen.

“Breaking: Attack on New York City. This afternoon at 2:15 several unidentified aircraft descended onto Earth's surface. Strange beings, some are calling aliens, Accompanied these ships and are causing havoc in Manhattan. Eyewitnesses have stated that they have seen Iron Man, and what seemed to be Captain America, leading a team of three others fighting back against the invaders. The battle seems to be over but updates are still coming in, let's take a look at some footage of the downtown destruction.” My eyes went wide and my heart stopped as I listened to what the reporter was saying. I kept my eyes glued to the screen as it changed to show a destroyed street. As the camera panned around I spotted Steve fighting against two of the creatures, before the clip quickly changed to show one of the large ships crashing into the New York skyline.

“Oh God Steve, what did you get into?” I murmured to myself.

“You say that like you know him personally.”

“Uhh.” I just gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise. “I do, he’s my brother.”

“Now really isn’t the time to be joking about things,” He gave me a pointed look.

“I swear I’m not joking, he really is my brother. I can explain later, I need to try and get a hold of him.” I pulled out the small flip phone from my pocket and dialed the number for Steve's cell phone, it rang and rang but no answer. I hung up quickly and dialed the number Fury gave me at the beginning of the month. After two rings he answered.

“I assume you are looking for Captain Rogers.”

“Where is he? Is he okay?” I tried to keep the worried tone from coming through in my voice.

“He’s fine. He is in the middle of a debriefing. I’ll tell him you called.”

“Okay, thank you.” As soon as the words left my mouth he gave a quick hum and then hung up. I looked over at Sam whose eyes hadn't left me at all. “Everything is fine, he's in a debrief so that means that whatever happened in New York is definitely over.”

“That’s good to hear, hopefully, those things don’t try to come back again.” He shook like a shiver ran down his spine. “Now please explain how Captain America, a man from the 1940s, is your brother.”

“I can hear the skepticism in your voice.”

He held his hands up in defense, “Hey, I'm not the one saying I'm the sister to a 90 something-year-old man.”

“Look, it’s a long story that I would rather not get into now but the short version is that I was born in 1921, Steve is my older brother, we both ended up taking the super-soldier serum and fought against HYDRA in the second world war. We ended up crashing a plane into some Ice in the Atlantic ocean and were found and unfrozen last October.” “If you are really Captain America’s sister, then why are you never mentioned in anything?” I looked at him and shook my head.

“Well for starters it was the forties and I was a woman fighting on the front lines. Credit is never given where it is due. But there is also the fact that I was a part of the SSR, which was very secretive, after I died.” I put my fingers up in air quotes, “They should have erased most, if not all the files on me, per protocol. The only reason Steve is well known is because of his time going cross country selling war bonds.” I paused for a second before quickly adding, “I’m sure if you look hard enough, you’ll find me in the history books somewhere.”

Sam just sat there not really saying anything. This was the first time I think he had ever been quiet for more than five seconds. I let out a deep sigh and stood, grabbing my bag from the floor. “Thanks for having me over, but I think I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stood and walked me to the door.

“Don’t be late. I’ll see you.” Sam waved me off and I headed down the street.

About half a year later while sorting through some archive files, I came across Peggy Carter. I felt a pang in my heart as I stared at the photo of her standing next to Howard Stark. Other than Steve and Bucky, those two were my closest friends. I fell down a rabbit hole after that, finding any information on the two that I could find. They had both helped found SHIELD in 1965, they had both gotten married and had children of their own. Peggy's children had stayed out of the public eye, but in true Stark fashion, Howard’s son evidently took over the family business and was living the high life. I pulled out a newspaper from the stack I had on the table in front of me and was shocked at what I saw. The title read ‘Howard and Maria Stark Die in Car Accident’, I knew Howard most likely wasn’t alive anymore but seeing the photographs of the wrecked car in the newspaper cast a somber mood through the room.

I laid the paper down on the table and ruffled through more of the papers before determining that we had no information on if Peggy was alive or not. That sent me into a frenzy of looking through phone books to try and find her and calling every retirement home in DC that I could. The only lead I had to go off of was a small interview from a newspaper, talking to Peggy about the seventieth anniversary of V-E Day, stated that she was living in Washington, DC.

After eight failed calls, finally, on the ninth, I had finally found a home which had a Peggy Carter as a residence in room 204. I rushed to pack up my things and left my office early. I ran down the back hallways as fast as I could without drawing too much attention. When I made it out of the building I ran full speed to the road to hail a cab.

Amazingly the traffic was almost nonexistent and I made it to the retirement home in only ten minutes. I fumbled out of the cab and I raced through the front doors of the building. I must have startled the women at the front desk because as soon as I rounded the corner to the staircase, they were yelling after me. I took the steps three at a time in my haste to get to the second floor. I stopped running when I was outside of room 204. I couldn’t see anything clearly through the frosted window so I knocked hesitantly and slowly opened the door and stepped in.

There in the middle of the room, against the wall was a single bed. A woman laid there quietly with her eyes closed. The closer I came to her the more familiar she looked. I let out a relieved gush of breath. There she was, older now, but still the Peggy I once knew. I nervously grabbed one of the chairs in the corner of the room and brought it over to her bedside so I could sit. Gently I gave her a small tap on the hand before just holding it in mine. She stirred but her eyes never opened.

All of a sudden one of the nurses from downstairs came into the room, with an angry and shocked expression.

“Ma’am, You can't be in here. If you want to see a patient, you have to sign in.” I ignored her, my eyes trained on Peggy's face. The commotion of the woman barging into the room had made her open her eyes and look around. I just watched as she scanned the room, first to the door on the left, to the wall in front of her, past me sitting on her right, then to the window behind me.” Her brows raised and she lifted her hands to her eyes to rub. The shock on her face was evident as she turned her head to stare directly at me.

“Hey Carter, long time no see huh?” I gave her the biggest smile that I could.

“Is it really you?” She reached her hand out to mine and grabbed hold.

“It is, it’s really me.”

“Ma’am, I mean it, you can't be here.” The nurse tried again, this time Peggy shot her a glare.

“Ms. I’ll have you know this is one of my best friends and she can be in here if she wants to. Now leave us alone.” The young nurse nodded her head and rushed out, even in old age she could still put on that commanding tone that struck fear in every man. She slowly turned back to me, almost like if she looked back for me, I would be gone. “How? How are you here?”

“It’s a long story Peg, are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Look where I am, I have nothing but time.” She laughed out and I let out my own small laugh as I shook my head.

In addition to what I had been doing, like hanging out with Sam, after that first visit, I made it a priority to see Peggy once or twice every two weeks, depending on how she was doing. Dementia had put a lot of stress on her, and seeing me after almost seventy-five years and looking relatively the same as I had when frozen took out a giant toll on her.

And that's how the next 10 months went until Steve eventually moved into an apartment directly under me.

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years ago

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ssa hotchner: chapter 1 - the blazer

TW: harrassment, talk about a case

WC : 5,920

series masterlist

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"aaron! hey," you answered the phone after hitting enter on the final file you had to upload to the computer.

"y/n! how are you?" your brother questioned kindly.

"um, i've been better," you started, trying to figure out how to tell him the bad news.

"what happened?" aaron asked as he finished filling out the final file he had before noon. "is it about that promotion?" he rolled his eyes, recalling the events of last time you were up for a promotion.

"yea... it is," you sorrowfully revealed. "i uh... i didn't get it. again," you sighed out as you closed your laptop and put it in your bag. "can you... what are you doing for lunch?"

"well the team and i were gonna go out to a local thai place right around the corner from the bau, you could join if you'd like," he replied, wanting to be there for his sister any chance he could. "you know how much they love you."

"i just don't really think my mood is relative to that of a person who's going out with a crowd of people, y'know?" you placed the device in your bag and closed it, pulling it over your shoulder after grabbing your keys from the bag. "besides, i haven't met all of your team yet. dr. reid wasn't there the last time i saw you at my birthday because he was visiting his mother, remember?" you brought up, hoping he wouldn't feel too bad for you.

"y/n, just come to lunch with us. the last case went well, and everyone's pretty excited about that. maybe that'll help put you in a better mood?" aaron suggested as he gathered his things to go out for lunch. "and reid will actually be there this time so you'll be able to meet him," arron smiled at the thought of you meeting the young genius.

"are you sure? i really don't want to impose on your post-case celebrations, aaron," you rebutted as you walked out of the doors of the office you've been working at for nearly 8 years.

"i'm positive. everyone would love to see you again," emily walked into the office, noticing the smile he was wearing that he only has when he's talking to you.

"is that y/n?" emily questioned with a bright smile as hotch nodded. "tell her i said hi! and that i really miss her! oh wait are you talking her into coming to lunch with us?" her eyes widened at the possibility of seeing you again.

"yea, i'm trying to get her to realize that she won't be imposing on us if she comes," the dark haired man sighed.

"here, give me the phone. you know she can't resist my charm," emily teased, you laughed from hearing the remark over the phone as hotch handed it to her. "y/n hotchner. you are going to go to lunch with us whether you like it or not," emily demanded with a smirk.

"oh, yes. there's that charm i know and love, em," you giggled as you put your keys in the ignition, realization setting in that you should probably just go to lunch with them since you have no other plans and are already in your car. "fine. i'll go. should i meet you there or at the office?"

"just meet us there. we're like five minutes away and with morgan's driving it'll be cut in half," emily scolded.

"okay. i'm on my way now. should be maybe 10 minutes," you announced. "i'll see you guys there," you said before hanging up the phone and beginning to drive.

you had been working at a law firm near the bau for nearly 8 years. in fact, next week would make it officially 8 years. the office was run by a few men, under the US district attorney, who you've come to find out are misogynistic pricks who don't like putting women in positions of authority.

you got hired on about 5 months out of law school, columbia law school to be exact. you have an associates in business and a masters criminology, law, psychology. your original dream was to work at the bau with your big brother, clearly, but those dreams changed since you graduated from columbia.

you pulled into the parking lot of 'thailand eatery,' a bau team favorite, and noticed aaron's car parked in the far corner. you smiled to yourself as you found a spot beside him and got out to make your way inside.

"hi, i'm here with aaron hotchner for lunch," you sweetly announced to the hostess before she nodded.

"right this way, ma'am," you followed her to the table full of fbi agents, noticing their laughter that erupted for some unknown reason.

one seat was open next to aaron and emily. you placed your blazer on your seat and a hand on both of their shoulders to announce your arrival. they looked at you in surprise before realizing who you were, big smiles crossing their faces.

"y/n!" arron excitedly announced before standing to give you a nice bear hug. "it's so good to see you," he whispered in your ear kindly.

"i know. it's been a while since we've been able to do this," you grinned widely as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

"okay, okay..." emily interrupted. "this is sweet and all, but i haven't been able to see you since your birthday last year," she announced before you traded your brother's arms for hers.

"it's good to see you, em" you laughed as she squeezed you tightly.

"where the hell have you been! i've missed you," she pouted as you both unwrapped your arms from each other.

"y'know, working for the usual pricks i do... and that's pretty much it," you shrugged as you made your way around the table to hug penelope.

"what have they been doing to you this time, my little sugar plum?" penelope asked sweetly as you gave her another hug.

"the usual, pen. just the usual," you sighed into her ear as you began to hug derek. "but let's not get into that know, yea? i heard you guys had a successful case the other day! that's exciting!" you announced as derek wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and swinging you around a bit.

if you're honest, derek is like a second big brother to you. he was there for you when your brother got stabbed in his own home and was in a coma. he comforted you in your home when you were sobbing on the floor because it wasn't safe for you to visit your own flesh and blood.

"hell yea it was," derek smiled into your ear before placing you down and giving you a chaste peck on the cheek. "but if i need to kick some ass at that work place of yours i won't even hesitate," he whispered into your ear as he rose from your cheek.

"now, now, derek," you tapped his chest playfully. "i don't need you kicking my bosses down like you would a door, as exhilarating as that sounds," you chuckled aimlessly.

"bella, care to indulge me in what they're doing at that office of yours?" rossi said as you made your way to hug him.

"it's not that big of a deal, dave. i'm sure i'm just overreacting again," you sighed as you released him from his hug.

"not a big deal?" aaron butted in. "y/n, you deserved that promotion and they looked you over, yet again," he sassed. "i don't think that's overreacting," he rolled his eyes.

"i know i deserved it, but..." you sighed, weighing all the possibilities. "actually there's no buts. i've worked there for 8 years and have gotten two promotions. i guess i'm just really disappointed," you reasoned, trying not to start crying from the anger bubbling up inside of you.

"two promotions in eight years?" rossi questioned, noticing the annoyed look on your face at the thought. "do those assclowns not realize what an amazing worker you are?" david asked in disbelief.

"i don't know... i guess?" you questioned. "i just don't want to think about that right now," you said as you hugged jj in return.

"are you kidding? we've been to a few of your cases," the blond added. "you're amazing, y/n." jj complimented. "rossi's right. they must be absolutely blind if they don't see what a great worker you are."

"thank you, jayge," you smiled at her before realizing there was one more person at the table.

you'd seen him in pictures, and had heard enough about him to remember a few key points. he's a genius with three phd's, three ba's, he has a thing with germs, he's a bit awkward, and absolutely handsome. the pictures you've seen didn't do him justice.

"i'm assuming you're the famous dr. spencer reid?" you asked, not bothering to reach for a hug or handshake.

"i uhm, yes i am. dr. sp-spencer reid. or you can call me spen-spencer," he cleared his throught. "or reid, or basically whatever you'd uh- whatever you'd prefer," he stuttered out, sitting awkwardly in his chair and barely maintaining eye contact.

"how about we just go with spencer?" you asked as you made your way to your seat beside your brother. "my name's-"

"y/n hotchner, yes," he smiled at you as your brother pushed your chair in for you, you muttering a small 'thank you' in return. "i've uhm... i've heard a lot about you," he stammered.

"oh dear, let me go ahead and apologize in that case," you joked, eliciting laughter from your friends at the table.

"actually, there's uhm - there's no need to apologize. everything i heard was," he sniffled, "really good. it was all good," his lips formed into a line as he nodded at his own words.

"well then i guess i have to mention how great everyone's made you out to be. i mean, a three phds and three ba's at only, what? 34? that's beyond incredible, spencer," you complimented the gorgeous man sitting beside your brother.

"oh uhm, th-thank you, y/n," he blushed. cute.

"it's no problem at all. i mean it's not everyday that you meet a genius that's as young and handsome as you are," you laughed, taking a sip of the water that your brother had ordered for you before you arrived, not even realizing the compliment you had payed to his looks. shit. now you realized. you cleared your thought before acting like you didn't even say anything.

"oh! uhm, th-thank you, again. you're uhm - you're very - you too. not that you're handsome, but that you're very..." he trailed off, biting his lower lip to refrain from humiliating himself even more.

"well then, pretty boy, you sure do have a way with words," morgan teased, eliciting a jab in the stomach from penelope.

"derek morgan, if you do not shut up," penelope scowled.

meanwhile, you turned your head to notice your brother staring oddly at 'pretty boy' who was looking sheepishly at you. you nudged your brother's arm playfully, capturing his attention.

"stare any harder at him and he might explode, aaron," you whispered in his ear, being sure not to look at spencer.

"maybe that needs to happen with the way he's looking at you, y/n," he rebutted.

it's true. if anyone else had been looking at you that way, arron probably would've mentioned that he's in the fbi and that he has more than two guns to scare them away. since it was spencer, everything was different.

"shush, it's just a little crush. what's the worst that could happen?" you rolled your eyes at his protectiveness. "he'll be over it by the end of lunch," you announced, not noticing the way aaron rolled his eyes at your assumption.

aaron had seen spencer around girls enough to know that when he got flustered around them it usually meant something more than just a little crush in spencer's mind. that also means that arron knows that spencer would never try to do anything with you because you're his sister.

"fine," he relished, not wanting to bother with the genius's sure infatuation with you when this is the first time he's gotten to see his own sister in a while. "so you wanted to talk to me about something?" he changed the subject.

"right," you twiddled with your thumbs and looked down into your lap. "ikindaputinmytwoweeksnoticeatthefirmoceifoundoutaboutthepromotion," you rambled out, casually taking a sip of your drink as if you didn't just say you quit your job of 8 years.

"you did what?" he asked in confusion, not understanding what you said.

"i put in my two weeks notice once i found out about the promotion," you slowed down so he could understand, his eyes going wide upon the understanding.

"that's... what you wanted to do, right?" he questioned, not wanting to give you the wrong reaction.

"yea, i think so," you started. "i was just so tired of getting looked over just because of my gender, y'know? i've had to prove myself in everything i've ever done. i think i've more than proved myself at the firm," you announced, still trying to find your own confidence.

:you have, y/n. you've more than proved yourself to be an amazing lawyer," he agreed. "sometimes i'm convinced you might work harder than we do," he scoffed.

"there's no way, a," you laughed at the ridiculous statement. "i've just put my all into the firm. all my time, attention, and hard work has gone into that place. the reason that place is where it is right now is because of me," you pouted.

"i remember. i brought the whole team to the case that put the firm on the map. even reid was there," he stated.

"spencer was at that case?" you asked, not remembering him saying hi afterwords.

"yea, he was. he just got pulled away because of troubles with his mom," you 'ohh'ed at the revelation. "but that case was the hardest one i've ever seen a lawyer handle, y/n."

"thank you," you smiled at the compliment.

"no, i mean it," he relished. "i don't even think i would've won that case. that's what brought everyone to the firm. it was a high profile case, one that the bau was on. of course there was going to be a big turnout. you handled the press, and the pressure amazingly."

it was a case the bau had worked on for nearly a week and a half, and they needed you to further convince the jury that who they caught was the right unsub because of the amount of circumstantial evidence. you were able to get the unsub flustered, and admit to his own crime on the stand with the press in the room.

it was possibly the best case you'd ever gotten because the amount of publicity you'd gotten. but with publicity there came quite a few complications that you hadn't told anyone about.

"that's just the big brother in you talking," you giggled, trying to brush the compliment off naturally.

"whatever you say, y/n. whatever you say," he brought his drink up to his mouth to take a sip.

"so, how was the last case you were on?" you asked, quite intrigued by all the cases he would tell you when he had the chance.

"well, how about we start from the beginning since you like hearing about them so much?" he asked with a grin, you nodded eagerly.

"so it started with the unsub taking abducting his victims..."

throughout the case, you found yourself starting to profiling the suspects yourself, something your brother noticed too. i mean, how could you not do that? you had a degree in psychology and criminology so it made since that profiling them would be natural for you.

everyone at the table interrupted at their parts in the story. when david and jj went to the m.e., when aaron, emily, and derek went to the crime scene, spencer and the geo profile. you were fascinated by their work and everything they were able to do.

when you were younger and your brother had first started at the bau, he really enjoyed calling you to tell you about them. he loved your reactions and how enthusiastic you would become when he was talking. that's really when you first started dreaming about being in the bau, with aaron.

"ugh, y'know i used to dream of going on cases with you guys," you admitted after they finished wrapping up the case in words, taking a sip of your drink to wash your food down.

"really?" spencer asked, not stammering while talking to you for the first time all afternoon.

"yea. aaron would always tell me about the cases when you got back, and i could practically just imagine myself working them with him and you guys," you relished, a smile on your face as you recalled the memories of your younger self.

"i think you'd do excellent on the team," spencer suggested. "it's clear that you already work well with everyone, plus you're more than qualified to work with us, other than the fact that you'd need to go through the fbi training."

"actually i've already been through it," you nonchalantly admitted with a shrug.

"you have?" he questioned as his eyebrows raised in shock. "why haven't you decided to work at the fbi then?" you shrugged at his question.

"i guess i just thought i wouldn't fit in enough?" you said, clearly realizing the contradiction to your earlier statement about imagining yourself on the team. "besides, i got a job at the firm as soon as i got out of the academy, so it all worked out fine."

"actually, reid, that's a good idea," aaron said as he turned his attention to you. "would you be interested in working at the bau with us?" he asked with a small grin, the thought of working with his sister already bringing a smile to his face.

"wh-don't-wouldn't you have to ask your boss about that? that's a big change, adding a new member to a team. you guys already work so well together..." you trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse.

"strauss?" derek asked in feigned disbelief. "she loves you, kid. which is kind of odd since it seems as though she doesn't like hotch as much," derek chuckled.

"oh my god! imagine it, y/n!" penny yelled in excitement. "you could see us everyday, and you wouldn't have to deal with those buttmunches you work for!" she announced.

"used to work for, two weeks from now," you laughed. "and it sounds amazing, but aaron already works there. i'm sure that's enough hotchner's for you guys," you shrugged with a smile.

"that's nonsense!" emily disagreed. "two of my favorite people working with me?! an absolute dream, i tell you," she grinned.

"i guess if you talk to erin about it and she's alright with it..." you trailed off with a huff. "how could i say no?" you smiled.

"oh my gosh this is so exciting!" penny announced, jumping up and rushing arounf the table to hug you. "i'm so ready to work with you!"

"let's not get too beyond ourselves, pen," you giggled. "she hasn't approved my addition yet."

"come on, she's gonna approve it, y/n," dave commented.

"whatever you guys say," you laughed.

you all finished eating, and received the check for lunch of which david insisted on paying. you went up to him afterwards and insisted on paying your part of the bill, but he said it was 'his treat for this wondrous occasion.'

you reluctantly made your way back to your office, the lingering stares from your bosses not going unnoticed. you couldn't wait for those two weeks to be over and for you to be able to leave that hell hole behind, whether you got the job at the bau or not.

you sat down in your chair and reached for your blazer only to realize you must've left it back at the restaurant. great. there goes that 50 bucks.

"hey, sweetcheeks," ron, one of your bosses, commented upon his entrance to your office.

"how many times do i have to tell you not to call me that?" you rolled your eyes, finishing up on the transcript you would need for the case you had tomorrow.

"oh, come on. you know you love it," he said, walking further into your office and sitting on the corner of your desk, ignoring the two chairs that remained across from you. you closed your computer and looked into his eyes, shooting daggers at him with your own.

"what do you want?" you spat at him, wanting to get him out of your hair as soon as possible.

"well, you won't be an employee in two weeks," he announced as if you hadn't already known.

"i'm well aware," you sassed back, trying not to slap him across the face at the fact that he was no longer looking at your eyes, rather further south from them. you snapped your fingers to bring his attention back to your face. "what. do. you. want?"

"well, honey pie, i was just wanting to take you out. y'know, after you're done here," he bit his lip, trying to be seductive but massively failing.

the terrible thing about this fool is, he doesn't know what the word 'no' means. he's always made passes at you, and commented on your appearance. it, of course, made you uncomfortable, but you couldn't really do anything about it. the hopes of getting a promotion was greater than your uncomfortability.

"i've seen the way you look at me, it's no secret," he said, getting off your desk and walking closer to you.

"you mean it's no secret that i find you absolutely repulsive?" you snapped. "shocker," you widened your eyes to feign surprise with your remark.

"are you serious?" he said, his 'seductive' smile now turning into a frown.

"are you serious?" you asked in disgust.

you placed your laptop in your bag, taking your keys out of the bag in the process and beginning to walk out of your office to avoid the man standing there. he grabbed your arm, forcing you to face him.

"don't walk away from me," he gritted, his face red with anger. his grip on your arm tightened, surely leaving a bruise in its wake.

"then don't fucking touch me," you said, attempting to yank your arm away from him, only failing to do so. "let go," you demanded.

"sorry, sweetcheeks, i didn't get that," he smirked. that fucker smirked at your struggle.

knock. knock. knock.

you turned to see whoever was at your door. it was none other than dr. spencer reid. holding your blazer in his hand. you furrowed your brows in confusion before ron decided to drop your arm.

"what the hell is going on?" spencer asked, his eyes not leaving ron's defensive stature as he placed the jacket on one of the chairs by your desk.

"nothing, right doll?" ron looked at you, a disgusting grin on his face.

"yea, right," you rolled your eyes.

spencer's eyes trailed back to you and your arm ron was once holding, right where the red mark is. you swore that if looks could kill, ron would've died the second spencer knocked on your door.

"then what's that on her arm?" he questioned, moving closer to you and pushing you behind him defensively. "you hurt her," he accused. you stepped to his side, noting the way he tried to take charge for you.

"spencer," you placed a hand on his arm, forgetting his thing about germs for a second in attempt to calm him down. "i can handle this," he turned to face you. "i've dealt with this asshole for nearly 8 years, isn't that right, ron?" you questioned with a sneaky grin.

"who the hell is this guy, sweetcheeks?" he questioned as if you had an obligation to tell him who he was.

"you don't get to know that. and you don't get to call me that, either," you reminded him, having to bite your lip to try not to explode on the guy.

"are you fucking this guy?" he accused you. you pushed spencer out of the way, and squinted your eyes at him in disbelief.

"you're seriously asking me that?" you asked. "if i was, it's still none of your fucking business, asshole!" you said getting closer to his face in order to make a point.

slap!

the asshole slapped you.

spencer quickly grabbed you and moved you out of the way before pushing the guy into the wall, knocking your fake plant over as well as a few books on the shelf on the wall. ron's face was smashed into the wall, one of his arms twisted behind his back as both were in spencer's grasp.

"don't you dare touch her. ever again," he demanded, twisting his arm even further, ron squirming to get out of his grip. "did you hear me?"

your hand cupped the side of your face, the sting from ron's wedding band hurting more than you would've thought.

"ahh! yes! yes, i heard you!" he squealed.

"good. now you can apologize to her like a gentleman," he ordered, pushing his arm further up into his back to elicit another groan from the man, you had a hard time keeping a straight face from the scene in front of you.

"shit! ouch! okay! i'm sorry! i'm sorry!" he apologized in a high pitched tone, still trying to get out of spencer's grasp.

"good job," he released him from his grip, a sigh coming from ron at the freedom his arm received. "now go before i change my mind and cuff you right here," he ordered.

"cuff me?" he asked in disbelief. spencer pulled his fbi badge out, flashing it in ron's face, noticing the way his eyebrows shot up. "oh shit."

you moved your hand away from your face, looking at your hand and noticing the patch of blood that remained there. you wiped your cheek, trying to stop the blood flow.

"what did i just say?" spencer asked. "leave. now."

"right," ron said, walking back over towards the door, whispering to you on the way out. "don't bother coming to work tomorrow. or ever again."

"oh that'll be no problem, boss," you scoffed as he made his way out of the door, leaving you and spencer alone in your office.

"i'm uh, sorry about your plant," he pointed at the fake succulent that lay on the floor.

"it was fake anyway," you shrugged as you kneeled down to pick it up as spencer began picking the books up. "thank you, by the way," you smiled at the man.

"it's nothing, really," it was his turn to shrug. "hotch wouldn't have let me on the next case if i didn't intervene in whatever was going on."

oh. so that's why he helped you. of course it was. you were his superior's little sister, nothing else.

"so, what brings you here?" you asked as he offered you his hand to help you stand up, you gladly took it and rose to your feet. "oh sorry, you have a germ... my bad" you grimaced at the thought of making him uncomfortable.

"oh, don't worry about it. and i was actually here to bring you your blazer," he said, retrieving the jacket from the chair and giving it back to you. "i uhm, you forgot it at the restaurant."

"right, i noticed that once i got here. thank you," you thanked him, placing the jacket over your arm and picking up your bag. "you've already saved me twice today and we've only just met," you laughed.

"it seems that way," he smiled, walking with you out of the office. he gently grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him once you were outside. "your face is bleeding, y/n."

"oh," you reached your hand up to notice the way the blood was still lightly flowing. "oops," you laughed.

"you should clean it up, you don't need to get that infected," he suggested, his hand tracing the outskirts of ron's handprint on your face.

"thanks for the recommendation, doc," you laughed. "i think i have some stuff back at my place that i could use."

"i'm so sorry that happened," he frowned slightly, his hand dropping to his side.

"ehh," you shrugged. "i'm sure you've seen worse. besides, i can handle myself," you said as he began walking with you in the direction of your car.

"let me see your arm?" he asked softly.

you brought it up closer to his eyesight. he gently grasped your arm, nothing like the way he had done to ron earlier in your office. his touch left goosebumps on your skin, the soft way his fingers traced your arm.

"it's already bruising, so i think it's only a subcutaneous bruise, luckily," he diagnosed.

"i'll bet you could pass as a medical doctor if you tried," you noted, nudging his arm gently with yours.

"many people make that mistake already! it's a frequent misconception by a lot of people i meet," he smiled.

"if i hadn't already known what kind of doctor you were, i'm sure i might've fallen into that misconception," you added with a grin as you approached your car. "so, this is me," you smiled and nodded at the tall man.

"oh! right! uhm..." he trailed off. "it was nice to meet you, y/n," he smiled kindly.

his smile's nice. warm. very home-like.

"it was nice to meet you too," you smiled. "thank you, again. for saving me back there."

"of course. anytime. i'm just glad i got there before anything got too bad..." he furrowed his brows at the not so distant memory.

"yea, you and me both, handsome," you joked, noticing the way his cheeks blushed at the compliment. "so where are you parked? the least i could do is give you a ride to your car," you suggested.

"oh, i was actually on my way to the metro. driving isn't really my thing..." he grimaced.

"then how about i drive you home?" you asked, wanting to figure out how to thank the perfect man that stood before you.

"i-i don't want you to be going out of your way..." he shook his head.

"look, spencer, i won't force you to do anything, but i want to do this," you placed a hand on his forearm. "at least as a thank you."

"um..." he looked at his watch, noticing the time. "okay, i guess that'd be nice. besides, i've missed the last ride to where i need to go," he shrugged with a small grin.

"great! just tell me where to, doc," you said as you both got into your car.

"capital plaza apartments," he announced with a grin.

"sounds great," you said as you turned the key in the ignition, backing out of your parking spot and starting the way towards his apartment. "so, you've worked at the bau for 12 years? right?"

"yea. i started when i was 22," he announced.

"right, i remember aaron telling me how you were the youngest member of the team when you got there," you encouraged him to continue.

"right again. they actually had to make an exception to let me into the field," he laughed softly. "they had to waiver basically every physical exam on account of my mental capabilities."

"i mean, whatever works. it's so intriguing that at such a young age you know so much, and your knowledge is only expanding," you shook your head in disbelief.

"well you've accomplished quite a lot and you're only 30. working at a firm for 8 years and being as successful as you are is remarkable," he remarked.

"thank you, spencer," you looked over at the man and smiled before stopping at the red light.

"do you have any tissues?" he asked, you furrowed your brows in question. "your cheek is still bleeding," he informed you.

"oh! there right there in the glovebox," you pointed across his lap as he grabbed the tissue from the compartment and reached across the console himself.

you leaned in across the console yourself, trying to make it easier for him to wipe it off. he cautiously used it to dab the little blood remaining on your cheek off, his hand lingering for a while.

you looked up to meet his eyes, the red from the stoplight illuminating his facial structure in a way that was otherworldly. you were entranced by each others' gaze, not even noticing the light turned green until the car behind you honked their horn, alerting you to step on the gas.

"oh! sorry," you apologized, biting the inside of your lip as you continued to drive him back to his apartment.

"don't be," he swallowed the lump in his throat.

sooner than later, you pulled into his apartment complex to drop him off.

"thank you so much, again, spencer," you placed a hand on his upper arm to emphasize your thanks.

"you don't need to thank me, y/n. i was happy to help," he placed one of his much larger hands on top of yours, squeezing it gently before he made his way out of your car. "goodbye."

"goodbye, spencer," you returned as you watched him walk up to his apartment building, practically gawking at the man that saved you.

you drove back to your house quickly, entering the code for the gate. you noticed yet another piece of paper taped to the front of the gate. you ripped it off the metal, and placed it inside your bag.

upon entering you placed your bag on the hook that remained on your wall after retrieving the sheet of paper from it. you kicked your shoes off beside the door neatly, walking into your kitchen to pour yourself a small glass of wine before tending to your wound.

you walked into your bathroom and gazed at the handprint on your face, noticing the small gash that remained on your cheekbone. after washing your face, you used an antibiotic on the cut, placing a small bandage overtop.

walking into your bedroom, you admired the view from the large window as you changed into your pajamas. you were too tired to eat anything, but you knew you needed to get something into your system.

you walked back into your kitchen and found a granola bar you could eat quickly. you grabbed the sheet of paper and walked back into your living room as you continued to eat.

underneath your sofas, there are storage bins that you keep extra things inside. what also happens to be inside of that bin is a small, old shoebox. inside of that shoebox you placed the note, along with all the others you've received, not bothering to read it this time.

you made your way back into the bathroom, brushed your teeth, and returned to your bedroom.

it was a long day, very eventful. you could only hope the letters would stop if you got the job at the bau. but for now... sleep.

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