#or just let me read your fucking notebooks please im begging you

[lorephobic]

the 5 olivers thing plagues me like i wish i could read his notes i wanna study his brain a little... in the variety article he does mention different olivers when facing different people so that might be one of the factors?

its rly driving me so crazy. i've got the whole pin board up in my head with red string connecting the dots trying to figure out exactly who our five olivers are. need an interviewer to take one for the team and just ask him to lay out the character(s) in explicit detail. i don't care how long it is. i don't care if it's boring to almost everybody else on the planet. we need it so badly.

it would help if we even had a clue about how his olivers are organized. if they're not chronological, is it by relationships with other characters? is there an elspeth oliver? a james oliver? a fucking michael gavey oliver? is it just organized by general demeanor? is oliver who desperately and quietly wants felix at oxford different from the oliver who begs to stay in felix's life before the party? are they the same? where does grave-fucking oliver fall in all of this? is he the same as bathtub, blood-sucking, obedience demanding oliver? are they all different?

[k8fics]

Please please please write more Nathan Fielder fluff bro im dying out here

Assist

summary: headcanon — assistant! reader x nathan fielder (nathan for you era)

rating: PG — nothing bad

- let’s be honest, he probably does not need an assistant.

- but he begged his producers until they finally allowed him to interview a few people for the job.

- sure, he could’ve used an unpaid intern but where’s the fun in that?

- the interviews would be… unusual.

When you walked in, you were greeted by a scrawny guy in a standard office space. You guys shook hands and exchanged names before the actual interview.

“So.. Um, here we help small businesses in unique ways,” He started. His hands waving around manically.

Nathan later explains it’s basically just a mock reality show where he tries unique (outrageous) ways to help businesses and people.

“Do you actually help the companies or…” You trailed off.

“Sometimes.” He stated. “Anyways, you’ll be doing tasks I don’t want to do.”

Then came the boring questions; you’re experience, what you’re like in the work place, if you’re single.

- obviously you got the job, he didn’t have a lot of choices anyway (in his own words).

- you do easy tasks: take notes, post craigslist ads, look for the businesses/people, sometimes you do nathan’s laundry.

- he reads all of your notes or makes you read them out to him.

“Write that down.” He would say.

“Y/N, why did you write that he has a small penis?”

“I think it’s relevant.”

- he likes to lean over you while you’re doing something.

- like you’ll be on your laptop, busy, and he’ll come over and just hover over you for five minutes minimum.

- has you write down all his ideas, even if you told him there’s no way he can legally do that.

- asks you on opinions on things irrelevant to your line of work.

“Be honest, does my shirt match my pants?”

“I really don’t think it matters since it’s a suit ten times too big for you, Nathan.”

- makes you hangout with him; an early breakfast before walking to work together, forces you to come over for “important business” when he just wants someone to talk to, etc.

- brings coffee some days, has you bring coffee the next day.

- drives around with you because he says it’s “more efficient.”

- when he asked you out, he did it in his office. he was leaned over slightly, obviously flustered.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for dinner for awhile but I thought there might be a conflict of interests here.” He rambled on until you finally cut him off the answer.

“Sure! Sounds fun.” Things began from there.

- he’ll have you walk with him, his hand resting on your lower back.

- he doesn’t make you do his laundry (alone) anymore.- of course you still do your usual work, but he’s nicer when he orders you around at least.

“Hey, I’m going to need to you pick all of this up for me.” He’d say passing a list of items to you.

You read over the list and paused, “Okay.. I understand the cat food and milk but how am I going to find a five yard tube?”

“I don’t know, they don’t have it at Home Depot or something?”

- he doesn’t really like pda, especially on set.

- he’s okay with it in the office though; he’ll come up behind you while you’re getting something from the break room, makes you take a nap with him on his couch, whatever.

- i just feel like he’s not the type to put his relationship out there in front of everyone.

- writes flirty notes in your notebook when he’s reading your notes over;

“Have a good day :)”

“You looked beautiful today!”

“I wanted to fuck you the entire time” 😵‍💫

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i want him…. wrote this in my usual style hope it’s okay!

[trashy-kawa]

dream come true!! i. midoriya

title. dream come true

pairing. izuku midoriya x fem!reader

short summary. izuku wasn’t how everyone saw him. they thought he was vanilla and a bottom. they couldn’t be any farther from the truth.

warnings. smut, cursing, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), spanking (like two), mentions of choking, hair pulling (fem receiving), degradation, mentions of threesome, dom!izuku, sub!reader, lmk if i missed anything!!

word count: 2k

a/n: thank you @tteokdoroki for helping me chose who i should write abt and thank you to all the other writers in here who have inspired me to be the writer i wanna be <33 also reader is the adopted daughter of aizawa and present mic yeah that’s info that is valuable for later, but not really needed to understand lol. happy reading!!!

a/n pt 2: if you don’t like the way I think a character is, please do not hate on me. im a new creator and the hate will bring me down. if you don’t like the way i portray izuku as being a closeted pervert, don’t read! simple as that >:( you see the warnings say degradation, then say dom!izuku. if you don’t like that i don’t portray izuku as a subby bitch, that’s not my problem. sorry if i was rude! i just don’t want hate for how i see character as

his eyes were green and his hair was curly and the same forest green shade. he smirked down at you, unlike the soft smile he always gave you. this was a sadistic smirk.

his lips met yours in a hot, feverish kiss. you were addicted to the way his lips felt on yours. the soft flesh felt amazing.

his large hand groped your breast.

“‘z-zuku,” you whined. “please.”

“‘please’, what, angel?” he asked. “what do you want?”

“want you,” you whined. “want your-your cock.” he groaned.

“you’re so good for me, baby,” he smiled. “you want my cock? beg like a good little slut for daddy’s cock.”

a gasp came from you as you sat up quickly. you shivered and looked up. mina, denki, and hanta were standing over you. denki was holding two cups. “did you dump water on me?” you whined.

“you were moaning and groaning,” said mina. “we thought you were having a bad dream.”

“far from!” you groaned.

“well, it’s time to get up anyways,” said denki. “so get your short ass up and out of bed. besides, midoriya is waiting for you in the common area.”

“shit!” you cried. you rolled off your bed with a thump. “i promised izu we could go out before class started. fuck.” you sighed. “get out so i can change.” you practically shoved the trio out and closed your door.

you quickly put on your uniform, accidentally putting on mismatched socks (they were knee socks, however one was mint green and the other lilac). you threw on your jacket and then blue converse, before grabbing your school bag and racing from the room. deciding the elevator would take too much time, you ran down the stairs, almost tripping over your untied shoelaces.

izuku was sitting on the couch when you got down the stairs. “‘zuku,” you sighed, plopping down next to him. “i’m sorry. i woke up late. plus i forgot to set my alarm last night. thank god mina, denki, and hanta were there to wake me up, right?”

izuku smiled. He thought your rambling was adorable. just as you thought his mumbling was. you never found it creepy when he documented about you or your quirk (he secretly had a notebook of all the things you liked, which he’d look over before every date). you liked his dedication to become a hero.

“it’s fine, y/n,” he said. “we can do it after school, or over the weekend. i’m fine with it.” his smile made your day. “let’s head over to the school, yeah?” you nodded.

class was as it always had been. bakugo was yelled at by iida (normal). aizawa took a nap in his yellow sleeping bag (extra normal). izuku was caught mumbling about someone (most normal of all). however, what he was mumbling about, as he wrote in his journal labelled y/n, was a mystery to you and your classmates.

lunch finally came, and you plopped in your usual seat next to mina at the table with the girls. “anything new with lover boy, y/n?” mina asked, resting her head in her hand, giving a fake dreamy look.

“we had sex last night,” you said quietly. “well, we’ve been fucking for a while now, we lost our cards to each other about a month after we started dating and that was three months ago.”

“how was it?” toru asked with a squeal.

“you’d think he’s sweet and gentle in bed, right?” the girls nodded. “he’s a fucking freak. even when we first fucked. obviously he’d watched porn. plus he’s a quick learner.”

“oooh!” mina giggled. from across from her, ochaco looked sad.

“you okay, ‘chaco?” you asked, grabbing her hand.

she hesitated. “i’ve liked deku since first year,” she said. “but i didn’t tell anyone besides mina.” she looked down. “i’m happy you’re with him, i just gotta got over him.”

“‘chaco,” you sighed. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know.”

“you never know! you never know anything!” she cried. you looked down. it was true that you didn’t know the signals. you’d liked izuku since the first year but didn’t get with him until third year.

tears filled your eyes and you got up from the seat and stormed from the cafeteria. something deep inside you told you this was your fault. it was your obliviousness that made ochaco mad. now that you thought about it, you could see ochaco liking your boyfriend as a possibility. ever since the very beginning of yours and izuku’s relationship, ochaco had not been nearly how she used to be. she was kind and bubbly. now she was sad and seemingly depressed. and it was all your fault.

you didn’t have much control on where your feet were taking you, however you have an idea. first, you checked the classroom, normally your father was there. he wasn’t. however, he didn’t go to the staff room sometimes with dadmic and aunt nemuri.

you knocked on the staff room door and opened it slowly. some teachers were there. cementos-sensei was there, along with dadmic and aunt nemuri. “do you guys know where he is?” you asked.

dadmic tilted his head. “wassup, girlie?” he asked.

“nothin’, just wanna talk to dadzawa,” you mumbled. “he’s probably sleeping, though, right?” aunt nemuri nodded.

“he was up late last night patrolling,” she said. you sighed and turned around, walking out of the teacher’s lounge.

the rest of the classes flew by and soon you were walking away from the school to the dorms. you didn’t talk to many, not after what ochaco had said. you didn’t even talk to izuku, who you could tell was visibly confused and scared he did something wrong.

a knock disturbed your thoughts. “y/n? you in there?” it was hitoshi. your brother.

“come in,” you said. the door opened and in came your purple haired brother. he sat down on your bed and looked down at you.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling you into his arms.

“ochaco said something that was really true,” you sighed. “she said i didn’t pay attention to anything. simply because i didn’t know she had a crush on izuku.”

“don’t listen to her, y/n,” said hitoshi. “it’s her fault for not telling you how she felt. not yours. if she truly liked him, she would have done something about it like you did. now, let’s go see that boyfriend of yours. he’s worried sick he did something to make you upset.”

you spend time in the common area, leaning against izuku, playing with his fingers, as everything went on around you. that’s when you remember the dream denki, mina, and hanta rudely interrupted when they won you from a “night terror.” denki probably knew you were having a wet dream, he just didn’t wanna say anything that would embarrass you.

“izu,” you said softly. he hummed in response. “wanna go back to my dorm? i have something i wanna tell you.” he nodded and you two got up from the couch, bidding your friends and classmates a goodnight.

getting to your dorm didn’t take very long. once you got there, you plopped on you bed while izuku took you desk chair.

the izuku he showed everyone was different from the izuku you saw in the confines of one of your rooms. the izuku your classmates and friends saw was a dedicated boy who was kind of scared to talk to pretty girls. the izuku you saw behind closed doors was still dedicated, however he was more confident. both you and him were glad kyoka wasn’t in the room next to you.

“what did you wanna tell me, angel?” he asked, his green eyes watching you closely.

“well, uh, last night, before kami, mina, and hanta woke me up, i was having a dream. a … sexual dream,” you stammered on your words. no one would guess in the bedroom you were the shy submissive and he was the sadistic dominant. but that’s just how the world worked.

“a sexual dream?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he got up from the chair to get closer to you. “what happened in the dream, angel?”

“i asked for your cock and … and you made me beg and … and called me a slut.” you looked down, ashamed of what you had dreamt about.

“aw, my little baby wants to be called a slut and told to beg?” he asked rhetorically. “better give my little slut what she wants, right?” you looked up into his eyes. they were darkened over with lust.

“please, ‘zuku,” you whined.

“oh, angel, that’s not my name right now, so let’s try again, yes?”

“please, daddy!”

“good girl.” he smiled down at you and ran his hand over the side of your face. “now, tell me all that you want.”

“want-want daddy’s cock. want daddy to ruin me and use me and make me not be able to walk tomorrow.”

“you want me to treat you like the little slut you are, hmm?” you nodded your head, your hair bouncing with it. “better give my girl what she wants.” he looked down at you. “get on the floor.” you did as you were told, as if under his spell. he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “that’s the last act of kindness you’re getting before i’m done. now, let daddy fuck that pretty little mouth, yeah?”

you squealed a little bit and began undoing his belt. you popped the button and unzipped his pants. when you did so, his monster of a cock hit you square in the face. izuku was long and thick. he was maybe nine inches in length and two inches around. he always managed to break you when you fucked.

you looked into his dark eyes and licked the pink tip, giving it a little kiss, too, before taking it into your mouth. it got not even halfway before you gagged, however you didn’t care. this wasn’t about you. it was about making izuku feel good. that was always how you felt. however, no matter how many times he called you a slut or his fuck toy, he always made sure you came, like the good boyfriend he was.

locking his hands into your hair, he pushed your head down against his groin, his pubic hair tickling your nose. “shit,” he muttered. “you like it when i treat you like this, huh? like when i treated you like the fuck toy you are?” his words went straight to your core, causing your pussy to ache. “take off your panties. do not take your mouth off my cock, though, got it?” hummed and did as you were told, however it was difficult. you knew what he was planning. by the time he came, izuku wanted to see how much of a mess you’d made of the carpet you say on. he wanted to see the puddle that would be there. he knew a puddle would be there. izuku took you off his cock and looked down at you. “you wanna suck daddy’s balls?” you nodded your head eagerly. “do it then, slut.” he held his cock up as you dived in to lick and suck on his balls. you had to admit, he had some big breeder balls and you knew if he wanted to, he’d make you pregnant after just one load shooting into you. he pulled your head off him and stood up. “get on the bed, angel.” once again, you listened. you got on your hands and knees, while izuku pushed your head into the bed and angled your hips up. “you want daddy’s cock, slut?”

“yes! oh, yes please, daddy! wan’ your cock so badly!” you cried out. izuku smirked, before shoving two of his thick fingers into you. “d-daddy!” you didn’t want his fingers! you wanted his cock!

“daddy’s gotta prep you, angel,” he said. “can’t put my cock in without any prep, it’ll hurt.”

“i like it when you hurt me, daddy!” you squealed as he hit the spot deep inside you, that not even you could reach. “like it was you spank me hard and pull my hair and choke me! like it when you hurt me!”

he groaned. “such a little slut.” he removed his fingers and spanked your ass, causing you to try and hold back your moan.

you looked back at him. “that didn’t hurt.” you pouted. “that all you got, or have you lost your touch?” izuku chuckled and spanks your ass harder. you squealed. “harder, daddy, don’t be afraid. i like it, remember?” that’s when he got fed up. he took his cock into his hand and guided it to your entrance. “shit!” he trusts in, stretching you out. “daddy!” you squeal.

“is this what my little slut wanted?” he asks, trust harder, forcing your head into the bed. “my little slut wanted to be used and ruined, huh?” you nodded into the bed. he became trusting harder, faster, causing little high pitched squeals to come from you.

a rope began forming in your abdomen, you knew you were close. “daddy! gonna-gonna—” you couldn’t finish. he was fucking you just that good.

“‘gonna’ what, angel? tell daddy what you’re going to do, hmm?”

“gonna cum! gonna cum, daddy! please let me cum!”

“cum, slut! that’s all you do anyways, that and whine like a little bitch in heat.”

the coil in your abdomen snapped and you came with a muffled scream, thankfully it was muffled, due to you biting against the pillow. izuku’s trusts began getting sloppy, you knew he was getting close. he told his cock out of you and pulled you up by your hair. he stroked his cock and groaned out, looking at your fucked out face, waiting for his cum. he came all over your face, painting it white with his cum.

when he finished, he fished for his phone and took a few pictures. “gonna make this my lockscreen,” he says, showing you the pictures he took. “you’d like that, yeah? daddy showing everyone what a whore you are? or i could just fuck you over your desk before class starts monday, right?” you whined at the thought. the thought of your friends, classmates, even your teachers, seeing you bent over taking izuku’s thick cock. “aw, me cute little slut wants an audience.” he chuckled. “we won’t start that big. maybe i’ll have kacchan join us, what do you think? he could fill up this cute little pussy, and i’ll finally get to ruin your ass. how does that sound?”

“please,” you whined.

“aw, angel,” he pouted before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “let’s go get you cleaned up, then we can talk about possibly letting kacchan use my little whore.”

BONUS!!

the next day came and you couldn’t walk, of course you couldn’t. izuku fucked the living daylights outta you the previous day. you were glad it was the weekend and could relax while letting your muscles settle.

“oi! deku!” it was the shouts of bakugo. he stomped into the common area. he plopped down on the couch causing you to sit up. “you want me to fuck your slut of a girlfriend too, eh?” your face heated up. he heard that. “my dorm is across the hall from shitty girl’s. i heard everything.” you looked down at your hands. curse izuku and his good dick game.

a/n: part two, yes or no?

[watevermelon]

Cheater!Akaashi x Reader

✧ Summary: (Continuation) Akaashi goes yandere over the reader dismissing him.

➳ A/N: Hi hi!! SO many people in my dm’s about this Akaashi cheating scenario! I don’t mind writing about it more at all, if anything please feed my imagination because I dont know what to write! ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ Checkout my updated Masterlist to see what continuations are in the works!! :) ➳ Warning: Not a Happy Ending; IM GONNA BE UP-FRONT, THIS ONE IS FUCKED UP - do not read this if any of your triggers involve yandere-like behavior: violence, kidnapping - you have been warned. ➳  Masterlist ➳  Part One ➳  Part Three (NSFW)

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There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that Akaashi could ever say that would let you bring him back into your life. But the setter was intent on getting your attention, often waiting outside your classroom after school or pursuing you during your free period.

Any rumors about the relationship were quelled when Akaashi set the record straight. He would not allow anyone to sully your name, basically telling the nosy president of his fan-club that he was the one who fucked up the relationship. Akaashi told them to never bother you again, he was the cause of it all and he would do anything to regain your forgiveness.

Akaashi would never beg, but he urged you on multiple occasions to hear him out and possibly explain what he wanted. Why he thought he even had the right to ask that of you - just that fact alone flamed up your anger. He was being selfish and you wanted no part of his life anymore. 

But there was also something… majorly different about Akaashi.

He was still quiet, still the ever mannered pretty setter of the volleyball team. People still fawned over his good looks and the quiet genius that he had. But there was something off about him these days, not that you could really explain it. His gaze lingered on you too long and he just so happened to be around you even outside of school hours.

There was one time you went out to eat with your friends on the weekend, going from vendor to vendor along the busy streets of Kichijoji. At some point, you felt the telltale pinpricks at the back of your neck, turning to see his familiar blue eyes staring back at you in the distance. You swore you saw Akaashi that day, but after not seeing it again for the rest of the night, you wondered if you were truly just going insane.

He never outright said the reason why it was over to other people, but at least most knew that Akaashi was at fault. But seeing him so earnestly pleading to have a part of your life again, it made many people sympathize with the setter. They had no idea what he had done wrong, but those ignorant students were so quick to jump on his side.

You tried your best to ignore him, your best friends having your back when it came to his advances. You were rarely ever alone, friends walking with you to and from class. Konoha was your one friendship from the volleyball team that was preserved and he had mentioned once that to even him, something felt off. And so he suddenly started sitting with your group during lunch.

To your knowledge, Akaashi was still pursuing Bokuto romantically as well. The two were often engaged in public displays of affection and so you were curious as to why and how the wing-spiker was okay with Akaashi so actively chasing you. There was something off about the two of them, they were a couple, but not in the traditional sense. They had yet to confirm their relationship publicly, but had no qualms about sharing a quick peck for everyone to see.

You remembered passing the both of them as you exited home, taking the main entrance this time. They were standing there, just waiting by the stairs. You watched as their eyes scanned the crowd quickly before they latched onto you, Bokuto’s owl-like eyes, which usually held a loud innocence, were scarily following you with each step. Akaashi was no better, his blue-eyes that always mystified you, for some reason brought an uncomfortable crawl up your spine.

You only let out a breath when you turned the corner, neither volleyball member able to see you from this distance anymore. But when Bokuto turned the same corner, you felt your pace suddenly hesitate. Akaashi was nowhere to be found, the wing-spiker hot on your trail as you took out your phone. You called the first person you thought of.

“Hey, (L/N)! What’s up?” Konoha’s voice rang through the other end.

“Hey!” You hesitated, not wanting to give anything away as Bokuto’s presence loomed over you, “Um. Are you free?”

“Yeah, but I actually took the train home already.”

“No worries, I’ll go to you!” You urged.

Konoha hesitated, before asking. “Is something wrong? I can tell from your voice something’s off.”

“Um, how about we talk about it over dinner instead?”

“Sure. Where are you now?”

“I’m still by the school.”

“Ah, okay. Go back to the gates where the teachers are, I’ll go to you.”

“Thank you so much!!” You exclaimed, immediately turning around as the phone call ended.

Bokuto was right behind you.

“Hi, (L/N).”

“Bokuto-san.” You greeted, unsure why the upward drag of his gaze was lighting up every nerve in your body. 

All the signs in your head were screaming danger!

“Was that Konoha?”

“I don’t see how that concerns you.” You bit out.

“Not yet, at least.”

You swallowed in fear before angling your head proudly, “Stay away from me.”

Bokuto put a hand on your shoulder, “I know you’re mad at me and Akaashi, but we never meant to hurt you.”

You shook out of his grasp easily, saying nothing to him as you passed. When you returned to the school grounds, Akaashi was still standing where you last saw him. You rushed over to the teacher waiting by the schoolgate, your heart leaping up again when Bokuto turned the corner back to where you were and waited, eyes still trained on you. You busied yourself with your phone, texting your friends and scrolling through social media in the meantime.

It was only when Konoha showed up, this time in casual attire, did you feel like you could breath. Their eyes stayed trained on you and you swore you heard Bokuto snarl when Konoha laid a lazy arm over your shoulders.

You explained it all to Konoha, how the two were freaking you the fuck out these past few days. They kept you on edge, not in the way that should have made you mad for their relationship. But rather like they were too focusing too intently on you to be considered normal, especially with the given circumstances. If Akaashi was truly begging for forgiveness, you would have thrown hands with him long ago. But now, it felt like he was truly stalking you, his eyes following you at every open opportunity.

Konoha listened to your worries and genuinely tried to alleviate your stress. He moved to sit next to you instead of across, hugging you to his body and saying he would do his best to make sure you were okay on school grounds. You didn’t cry, just leaning a head on his shoulder as he caressed lazy circles on your back.

He walked you home that night, your hands held together and a genuine smile on your face.

And true to his word, the next day, Konoha was outside your classroom door after lunch. He even beat Akaashi to it, the setter’s annoyance obvious on his face as he watched you take Konoha’s hand.

Your best friend commended his tenacity, “Konoha is the only one with rights in this house.”

You laughed eagerly then, happy to finally have a feeling of normality setting in again. And for a while, the one who broke your heart was pushed to the side. You had more real problems at the forefront, his blue-eyes were the least of your worries when you had exams and homework due in the next couple of days. 

Akaashi’s quiet gaze and Bokuto’s bold eyes were far from you now - your friends were by your side. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Konoha made sure to walk you home whenever he could. And, as per usual, he was waiting at the gate until he saw you safely enter the abode. Only then did he walk away, heading in the opposite direction toward his own family home. 

You meandered through the kitchen, grabbing an after-school snack and blasting music in one ear as you walked up to your room. Shaking off your backpack, which hung on one-shoulder to begin with, you threw it onto your bed before taking out some of your books. You wanted a jump-start on this homework and you knew that if you mentally wandered off now, there was no doing it at all.

You dragged the textbook out and plopped it on your desk, notebook following as you sat down and mentally prepared yourself. The last few lessons in chemistry were confusing, but not impossible. With the right amount of concentration, it would be done easily with time to spare for a nap within the hour.

Leaning down and angling your head down towards the table, your focus was completely on the task at hand.

You weren’t expecting a completely separate hand to slam the textbook close and latch a firm grip around your neck.

“Finally, we’re alone.”

You struggled against his hold, the striking blue-eyes that you got to know over the past year now reflecting back at you. Akaashi had your neck between his fingers, the usually docile setter lifting you to your tippy-toes. Panic set in just as quickly as you were losing your strength, air circulation cutting off as your ex-boyfriend assaulted your person.

Trying your best to push him off, you punched at both his chest and the arm holding you, but he deflected it easily and simply continued to watch you fail to heave in air in his fist. Only when you felt your eyes rolling backward, barely on the brink of consciousness, did he drop you to the ground.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Akaashi stated, affectionate pet-name a complete contrast to his monotone voice. This was nothing like the boyfriend you had for the past year. His loving eyes screamed of danger and you wanted nothing more than to leave immediately.

You were down on your hands and knees, gasping in air in both shock and disbelief. Had Akaashi really choked you within the safety of your own home? You rubbed at your neck, as if the action would help you fill back-up your lungs. 

You had to get out of here, now.

Glancing over to your door, Akaashi immediately entered your line of sight and kicked you in the abdomen.

“Now how is that fair?” Akaashi asked, “I went through all this trouble to make sure we would have this moment alone.”

You heaved out, “Why are you doing this?”

“You weren’t willing to listen to me back at school.” Akaashi spat out, as if this was your fault. “And I couldn’t wait any longer - who knows how far that bastard Konoha would have gone if I waited?”

Desperate to put any distance between you and this monster, you crawled back toward your bed, only for Akaashi to close it with paces of his own.

“Shut up.” You boldly stated, struggling to stand but doing so anyway. “You are the one who ruined everything.”

“Baby, I said I’m sorry a hundred times and I’ll do it again if I have to.” Akaashi whined before his face took on a darker look, “Why don’t you understand? What do I have to do to make you understand?”

Not wanting to take another kick to the middle or worse, you tried to talk it out before you could think of a plan to escape. “Understand what?”

“Understand how much I love you.”

You reaction was instantaneous, not even your dumb fuck mind could read the danger in the room.

“What a fucking lie.” Akaashi recoiled, ready to challenge you before you continued. “You don’t cheat on the people you love! And you don’t physically hurt them and break into the homes your victims!”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you fucking phsychotic?!” You yelled back.

Mental reminder: don’t yell that at someone who is clearly off their rockers.

Akaashi laughed loudly, at what exactly, you were not sure. But it was not the right question since it elicited that type of response. He just cracked a half-broken smile, one that felt wrong and yet genuine.

“Get out of my house!”

The look he shot you back - a quirked brow and a small smirk, none of which was the usually calm Akaashi you were used to - basically told you how dumb your statement was.

Instead you asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“To claim the one I love.” He guestered out to you, out-stretching a hand for you to take.

There were two options here: take the hand and get sucked into the immediate space with him. Or don’t take it and risk losing a fight with the nationally-competing athlete in a matter of seconds. Or worse, anger him to the point of extreme violence like before.

There was no convincing yourself this was normal, your shaky hand hesitantly reaching out to Akaashi’s open palm. He smiled gently at you, almost slipping on the usual mask of the perfect boyfriend that you had originally fallen for. But when he tightly gripped your hand and pulled you to him, you knew that was all a farce for this much more violent persona.

“I knew you would understand. We’re meant to be together, I know it.” He murmured against your ear, holding you at the waist against his body. You almost verbally gagged at the thought of him grinding against you, but if you wanted out of his house you would have to take the first opening you got. You had to play it smart.

Akaashi leaned down to kiss you and not even your survival instincts were enough to hide your true feelings. He must not have liked what he was seeing, since he forcibly grabbed at your chin to angle up towards you. You pulled at the feeling, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to get him to think you were playing into it.

His eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feel of you steadying yourself, of you giving, against his body.

And you kneed him in the groin as hard as you could.

Akaashi doubled over immediately and his grasp on you crumbled. You took the chance and ran out the door, slamming it behind you as you ran down the hallway and towards the stairs. The danger looming behind you was extraordinary, the loud scream of anger coming from the setter was enough indication that he was hot on your heels.

You scrambled toward your front door, throwing it open and screaming out into the neighborhood for anyone in the near vicinity to help. There was a woman walking her dog and another person on their phone and you pleaded with them with rabid yells for their attention.

But before they even tried to help you, a hand clasped over your mouth and dragged you back into the house.

This person, you could not fight off, his strength more than even you and Akaashi combined. Bokuto pulled you back into your living room, tossing you on the ground with no regard to how much power was behind his movements. 

That was when you realized how much they truly planned this out. You always felt their eyes on you for a reason - they were memorizing your schedule. 

From the route you took home, to when you had off-days, to the one time in weeks that both your parents would not be home tonight - Akaashi and Bokuto had planned it all.

And now you were trapped in your own home with two violent volleyball members.

Bokuto looked at you expectedly while Akaashi trudged down your banister, his gaze harsh and predatory as it scanned your figure on the ground. You were sandwiched between the two, nowhere to run and if you were to scream, then the wing-spiker would just hold you down like before or worse, the setter would choke you until you had no voice.

“Let me go.” You stated, voice promulgating the silent air.

Bokuto crossed his arms and walked to your kitchen, expression on his face stating that he wasn’t willing to listen to you beg. His presence alone was a silent warning, run and he will catch you. 

You backed away from Akaashi but he rushed forward to grab you by the hair, pulling you to a standing position and forcing your lips together. The force was bruising, not at all romantic or gentle like you had done so in the past. He was nipping harshly, surely swollen lips under his teeth as he continued to assault your person. 

“You are mine, forever.” He muttered against your lips, locking in your future least you face the consequences of disobeying.

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Hard times

Robert Pattinson x liza

prompt: something stupid leads to something epic

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This was it, the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.

“We can call it... uh, No cum december”

“What? That’s the worst name ever!” Rob laughed.

You and robert were having game night and having the oh so normal conversation about how you’ve never actually participated in no nut november and for some god forsaken reason, wanted to try it out.

This conversation would have been quite weird with anyone else but you’re known robert your whole life, and when college came around ended up being roommates, the luck was unbelievable. He was your closest and practically only friend so of course you could talk about things like this without it being weird.

“Okay, well I’d like to see you come up with something better then!” You retorted, laughing.

“Uh...well I don’t know, no cum December is fine i guess” he said chuckling, obviously not being able to come up with a better name

“Ha! Uno!” You said putting your last card down.

“What! That’s not fair, you definitely cheated” rob said jokingly

“Yeah yeah whatever you say.” You laughed while putting the cards away and pull out another game.

—-

By now the games were put away and the two of you were watching tv, cuddling.

“Hey! It’s almost 12. In 20 minutes you wont be able to cum for 31 days” you stated, pointing at the time on your phone. Robert looked away from the tv in order to look at you. “In that case ill be right back..” he quickly got up and you both laughed. “I guess I should take advantage of it too”

Both of you were very open with each other so mentioning that you were going to masturbate wasnt really that weird. the only issue was that right now all you could think about was him.. for most of your life you’ve been in love with him, you’ve been in other relationships but it never felt as good as being around robert so of course none of them lasted. It felt wrong to think of him while you were doing this but you couldn’t help it, especially when you knew what he was doing in the next room.

——

11:59

by now you were both back in the living room as if nothing had happened, talking about how dumb this episode of fresh prince was.

12:00

“It’s twelve now, if either of us fail we have to tell each other” robert said, reaching for the popcorn on the coffee table and eating some. “Yeah we have to be honest about it, no cheating” you replied, taking the bowl from him, leaving robert with just a handful. “Hey!” He exclaimed, mockingly upset that you took his popcorn, he threw his handful at you, laughing.

You retaliated by dumping the bowl on his head, “alright, thats it” robert said moving from his spot on the couch to get closer to you, he put his hands on your waist and started tickling you until you had tears in your eyes from laughing too much and begging him to stop. He was laying above you laughing from how cute you looked.

———

It’s been 6 days and you feel like you’re going crazy, everything he does is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You feel like hes doing it on purpose, what an asshole.

After a long day (or week) of studying going from class to class, you just needed to relax but you were constantly on edge and robert was making it much worse. Right now he was just standing by the fridge drinking water but it was somehow the most sexual thing you’d ever seen

“Robert?” You sounded kinda pissed off but you really didn’t mean to

“Yeah?” He took a deep breath after completely finishing the bottle, with some water dripping down to his shirt, what the fuck

“What the fuck are you doing?” You were done with his bullshit, yeah it had only been a week but it was torture especially with the way he was acting

“I’m.. drinking water..” he answered with a confused expression, throwing the empty bottle away and walking towards your spot on the couch

“Ok well stop being annoying” you looked back at your notebook to continue with your studies. “Hey! I didn’t even do anything,” he laughed “i think someone needs to get laid, you’re getting a little frustrated huh?” He teased, only making it worse.

“No im completely fine” you lied “I’m just frustrated with all this shit” you said gesturing to your pile of books. you put your head in your hands “god this is just so hard” you were talking about both situations but if you were being honest the main reason for how stressed you felt was because of this stupid challenge it wasnt even for money or some prize, its literally for no reason.

“I’m sorry Liz, i can help out if you want”

“What?” You quickly looked up at him with a slightly shocked expression that you’re sure he didn’t notice “if you need help with your classes and stuff I’m here for you”

“Oh.” you sighed in both relief and disappointment “no its okay”

“Well if you need me I’m here” he put his hand on your shoulder and it sent a spark through your whole body. “How are you doing with this challenge anyway?” You changed the subject back to the only thing you could think about

“I’m okay, it was really hard for the first few days but now its kinda fun, especially when you think about how it’ll feel at the end of the month, you know? Waiting so long and then finally-“ “ok shut up!” You cut him off, this was all too much. He laughed “uh, do you wanna play Mario kart?” He asked softly, rubbing your back “yeah sure, i think i need a break from this anyway” you smiled at him, making sure not to stare too long.

——

After about 2 hours of playing and him winning almost every time, you ordered pizza and played uno while you waited. The whole time you were stuck on the way his hands moved and how his arms looked so good in the shirt he was wearing, he knew you were half zoned out but he figured you were just stuck thinking about school again.

The knock at the door pulled you from your haze “ill get it, you put the cards away” you said getting up to open the door.

You both ate in a comfortable silence for a while, little did you know he was suffering just as much or worse than you were. At this point you were both shamelessly staring at each other without the other even realizing.

Eventually you realized he was looking you up and down as if you were the only girl in the world and hes been waiting his whole life to have you, you slowly looked away as not to startle him or let him realize you were staring too, or even caught into the fact that he was looking at you with such hunger, which by the way was extremely painful to see from how hot it was.

the tv was quietly playing avatar “if you had a flying bison what would you name it?” You broke the silence

“Hm? Uh.. I don’t know, maybe Bryan”

“That’s an ugly name” you laughed

“Okay well what would you name a flying bison?”

“I would name it robert” you said, forgetting that you were talking to robert

he smiled “aw you’d name him after me?”

your eyes widened subtly “no.. i would just name him robert”

“Yeah ok” he joked, his hand brushed your outer thigh, for a little too long

You inhaled sharply at the sensation. It was only a short moment but it felt like forever and as wild as your thoughts were running it was much much worse now.

You don’t think he even realized how intense that was for you, it must’ve been all in your head, you need to calm down.

———

Now it’d been 10 days, you’re surprised you lasted more than 24 hours, really. But god these last few days have been hell, you’re sure roberts teasing you on purpose, trying to see how long you’ll last when he ‘bumps’ into you or takes his shirt off because ‘it’s too hot’ even though it was freezing. If one more thing happened you were done. You were at the library, trying to catch a break from the stress, listening to music and reading a short novel that caught your attention, sitting in the library always made you feel good. After a few hours of being there you decided it was time to head back to your dorm, on the way there you got a hot tea from the local bakery.

Walking into your dorm you were greeted by robert, sitting on the couch watching some documentary about something stupid. “Hey, i got you a muffin” you said putting your stuff down and taking your coat off. “God its so cold out there”. You handed him the muffen and sat next to him, silently watching the documentary and drinking your tea, figuring out it was about aliens. Without your knowledge he wasnt watching the tv, he was intently watching the way you drank the tea, the way your lips wrapped around the cup was addictive to him. And then it happened, he stretched and you glanced at him from the sudden movement, right then you knew it was over, you took a second look and you could’ve died, his stomach was peaking out from the hem of his shirt and his head was tossed back, showing off his collarbone, and his arms stretched above his head showing off his muscles. You were done. You were completely lost in a trance, staring at him for far too long

“What?” He asked sounding worried.

“I cant do this anymore” you let out a breath you didn’t know you we’re holding. Your eyes trailed down to his lips for a moment and he realized what you meant.

“You need me, don’t you?” You almost whined when he said that, he knew exactly how badly you wanted him, there was no denying it.

You both leaned in slowly, testing the waters before your lips finally crashed together, your whole body felt electric, you were on fire.

Pulling away for a moment, you felt dizzy. Resting your forehead on his to let your lungs catch a break. All you could do was smile “you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that” you said leaning in to kiss him again. It felt just as intense as the first time, he pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss, your hands gripping into his hair while his hands roamed over your whole body.

He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and deepened the kiss, if that was even possible. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs taking his time to get where you wanted him. “Please” you groaned, desperate for more

Obliging, he started to rub his fingers over your underwear delicately, gradually building pressure “mmh fuck” you moaned into his neck. “I’m already so close”

Suddenly he stopped and pulled away to look into your eyes. “Wake up”

“What?” You asked, voice laced with confusion

“I said, wake up” he said more aggressively this time, reaching to pinch you.

Your eyes opened and you were in bed, out of breath and covered in sweat. “What the fuck” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and got dressed quickly.

Walking into your shared living area you grabbed a snack and headed out to class — you were running late so you kind of rushed out. On your way there you texted robert, making movie night plans for when you both got back to your dorm.

Every time you closed your eyes you could see everything from your dream so clearly. You were barely hanging on at this point

—

Walking back home was dreadful for a number of reasons, one, it was freezing, two, youd have to see robert and be the way you always are with each other and not accidentally let your feelings slip out

Your phone buzzed

You got a text from robert

“I got Wendy’s, get home asap! I’m gonna eat your food >:)”

Smiling to yourself you sent a quick response warning him not to and started walking faster. Forgetting how hard it was to keep your feelings down, you were just excited to hang out with your best friend for the night, even though you spent most nights together, you were never tired of each other

—

You opened the front door and walked inside “Robert! You better not have ate my food” you yelled through the small apartment

Robert walked out of his room half naked, his only covering being the towel wrapped around his waist. clearly he’d just gotten out of the shower. “Dont worry i waited” he laughed. There’s no way this wasnt on purpose.

“Go put clothes on so we can eat and watch our movie!”

“Why am i distracting you” he smirked, his tone changing drastically. Still standing by the front door He walked up to you caging you between the wall and his body “is it hard for you to focus when I’m practically naked?”

It felt as though all of the air left your body, you closed your eyes for a minute to try to keep your cool— “liza?”

You opened your eyes again and robert was standing in front of you, at a normal distance — fully clothed

“You okay?”

“Yeah sorry, just stressed. Everything’s fine”

These daydreams are fucking brutal

You both ate in a peaceful silence and watched Scott pilgrim. After it was over you were having a regular conversation on the couch

“I think I’m gonna head to bed, its getting late” you said, about to get up.

“Wait” rob stopped you, “i have to tell you something”

He said nothing, just stared at you while trying to figure out the best way to get the words out. “You failed didnt you?” You teased, knowing whatever he had to say was more serious than the stupid bet “no no, thats not it” he chuckled, getting lost in your eyes

He moved a strand of hair out of your face and kept his hand on your cheek. Both of you just staring, too scared to make the first move. “Rob?” He hummed in response, eyes flickering to you lips “what did you want to tell me?”

He leaned in and softly kissed you. Before he could pull away you held onto his face.

“I have a crush on you” he whispered into the kiss, deepening it.

You moaned in response, climbing into his lap “is this real?” You said with desperation. “I hope so” he said putting his lips back into yours, pulling himself off the couch and walking into his room with you in his arms, not breaking the kiss

he gently laid you on his bed and held himself above you, moving his lips down your neck and sucking on a sensitive spot. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt, you sat up to help him get it off and he continued kissing down your body, stopping here and there until he made it to the waistline of your pants, he looked up at you while slowly pulling them down “please” as much as you loved how gentle he was being it was torture to go this slow “patience baby girl” he said kissing over your panties softly, moving them to the side he swiped his fingers through your folds then bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean “so wet already, how long have you wanted this to happen huh?” He said putting his fingers on you again. “Too long” you moaned.

Stopping his movements he pulled his ring off and put it on your finger, then continued his work, sliding his fingers inside of you now, slowly pumping them. “faster please” you cried out, grabbing into his hair. He thankfully started going faster, and faster and holy shit “fuck I’m so close don’t stop” your words were slurring together and you could hardly concentrate on anything going on beside the way his fingers felt “pleasepleaseplease” at this point the only thing coming out of your mouth was a string of cursing and pleas to keep going, and finally after two weeks of barely hanging on you felt so good it almost hurt, but he didnt stop there. He kept going, keeping up with his fast pace and now licking and sucking on your clit, you felt so sensitive it hardly took much to fall over the edge again and he still didnt stop until your third time and you couldn’t feel your legs.

“Holy shit” you said out of breath as he moved up your body to kiss you softly “did i hurt you?” You shook your head in response, moving your hand down his body, “no, you don’t have to”

“I want to”

He stayed hovering over you as you stroked him at an agonizingly slow pace. After a while you pushed him down to lay beside you and you continued to take your time. It felt so intimate. “I love you” you whispered onto his lips as you kissed him. “I love you too” he said with so much admiration in his eyes. You moved your lips down his body and kissed his tip gently “I’m close” he pushed his head into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut “please. Faster”

You obliged, moving you hand faster and taking him in your mouth, matching the pace of your hand. “Liza” he moaned quietly. You hummed around him in response. “I love you so much”. With a few more strokes he finished and you pulled off oh him, “i love you too” you said laying down on his chest “i cant feel my legs”

“Good” he said, wrapping is arms around you.

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 35

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: just... i hope you like it! 😊

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Chapter 35 : His chapter

NIALL

March 31st, 2018

I thought I'd be hung over the next morning but although I had a small headache, it was not that bad. I turned around in bed and wrapped my arm around Liv, pulling her closer to me before she let out a short whimper. I knew my mom had prepared the guest room for her just in case we wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in the same bed since the break up but I didn't even have to ask Liv and we both ended up in the same room.

"'Morning my love." I mumbled in a whisper as she whimpered again. "Remember what you promised me? We had a deal."

I let my hand slip under my shirt that she was wearing and reached for her breasts. I let my palm and fingers rub on them, feeling her nipples get hard at my touch, and this time, she moaned low.

"Mm Niall, it's too early."

"You say that but your body says otherwise." I whispered near her ear, making her chuckle slowly and low.

"My nipples get hard when it's cold outside too." she pointed out tiredly. "That means nothing."

I laughed and pressed my body against hers, my hard cock pushing against her ass. "Well, I'm horny, and that's the proof."

"You're always hard when you wake up, so that doesn't mean anything either."

I laughed some more and slipped my hand in her panties as I rubbed myself slowly on her ass. She moaned again but spread her legs a bit, making my smile grow. She leaned her leg on mine to give me a better access and I watched her body twitch lightly every time I flicked my finger on her clit. It pressed against my cock every time too, making my eyes flutter as I brushed my lips on her neck.

"I know you're tired, I'll just do all the work, if you want."

She squirmed in bed and I took my hand out of her panties, looking at her. She ended on her back, her eyes half open and her lips curled in a fond but amused smile. She licked her lips before pressed them together and slid her head slightly to tilt it, messing up her hair even more. She looked beautiful and I tried not to blink to engrave that image in my head forever. I held my breath and my lips parted.

"Please don't move." I whispered, making her frown a bit. "Please, for me."

"Okay."

I could hear so much vulnerability in her voice and it made something stir in my stomach but I just reached on the other side of the bed to find my phone in my pants and turned my camera on. When I put it in front of her, I suddenly saw fear in her eyes and her lips parted.

"Please, Olivia. Just one picture." I begged in a whisper. "I don't think you understand how beautiful you look."

Her eyes fluttered and she pressed her lips together, staying totally motionless.

"Okay."

I took a picture and my eyes moved from it to her and then back to the picture before my lips curled. I brought my hand to her stomach and moved it up to her breasts, making her chuckle. Without thinking, I snapped an other picture, and an other, and I ended up laying next to her to take a few selfies of both of us. In the last one I just pressed my lips against hers as she chuckled against my mouth and the way she laughed made something stir in my stomach. We were in Ireland, together in a bed at my mom's, and my life had never been so perfect. I put my phone next to us on the bed before moving on top of her, trying to keep my lips attached to hers.

"You can't make a sound." I whispered, bringing my mouth on her neck before leaving a few kisses. "And you can't touch me. If you don't follow these rules, there will be consequences."

"Mm yea? I sort of want to see."

"You literally just broke a rule." I said in a low tone before biting the skin of her neck. "That was your last warning."

She squirmed slightly and I slipped my hand in her panties again, turning my body slightly and feeling my cock press on her thigh. She moaned a bit as I slipped two fingers deep inside her. I was excited and I felt impatient, and when I felt her pussy throb around my fingers, I groaned and took my hand away to pull down my pants as fast as I could.

"Mm." she moaned out when I ground my hips against her.

"I'm really gonna have to do something about this."

I pushed my cock inside her slowly enough to make her feel every single inch and she squirmed a bit, reaching for one of my upper arms with her hand. I shook my head and grabbed her hand quickly, moving it over her head as my lips curled on the left.

"No touching." I repeated. "I really want to use you."

With one last hip movement, I pushed myself balls deep inside her and let out a low 'Jesus Christ' despite myself. She wiggled a bit as I held her wrist again and trapped me between her thighs.

"You have no fucking idea how good you feel." I whispered, pushing myself more against her. "Your pretty little cunt makes me cum so hard."

Her eyes fluttered again but I noticed how hard she tried to keep them open to keep looking at me. I started fucking her hard into the mattress, not really able to stop myself, but when she started moaning, I let go of her wrist to press my hand on her mouth. She grabbed the sheets of the bed with both hands hard and I smiled as I looked at her, still thrusting in and out of her fast and deep. It took me a few minutes to slow down, my lips curling more. I kept going balls deep inside her but my movements were slow and I heard her whimper..

"You think you can keep quiet now?"

She stared at me and i could see the uncertainty on her face but slowly, I moved my hand away from her mouth, sliding it to her neck and wrapping my fingers around her throat slowly. She bit her bottom lip so hard that her skin turned white and I started going fasted in and out of her. The more my fingers pressed against her throat, the more my smile grew and the more her eyes fluttered.

"You're gonna make me cum." I whispered just as an orgasm hit me, making my movements unsteady. She moved in motion against me to help me ride my orgasm and I panted as I got down from my high. "Fuck, I love you."

She squirmed to feel me deeper but I just chuckled and smirked at her again.

"Put that damn pillow over your face, I don't want my mom to hear." I told her, raising my eyebrows. She sent me a frown and I chuckled again. "Just do it."

Reluctantly, she grabbed a pillow and I waited until it was on her face to move down and bring my mouth to her clit. I didn't waste any time and I knew she was close. I just wrapped my lips on her clit and sucked on it. Immediately, her back arched and I heard a muffled moan. I could taste myself a bit on her pussy and the mix of us made ma a bit dizzy. Her hands grabbed the sheets harder and It only took a minute or two before she started shaking. I felt her cum on my bottom lip and chin and somehow, it turned me on again.

She became limp on the bed again and I smiled, moving up to her and chuckling when I saw she still had the pillow on her face. I grabbed it and put it near my head before leaning against it, just looking at her, eyes half closed but both of us with a big smile.

"Mm, I love you too, Niall." she let out, her eyes closing as she tried hard not to fall asleep.

"You know what? You sleep some more, I'll take a shower, make some coffee and prepare our luggage."

She smiled and nodded, muttering a low "Thank you" before she allowed herself to close her eyes. I watched her for a few minutes as she fell asleep, lips parted and eyelids quickly fluttering again, and I couldn't help but swallow my emotions hard. She said we would be together when we were watching the stars and I believed her. I was not sure when I became this needy and a bit crazy man but I didn't care one bit. I told her I'd wait but I couldn't help but be impatient to be with her, but mostly scared that I was waiting for no reason. Now that she told me it would happen, I didn't feel stressed anymore, just extremely eager.

I got up slowly, making sure I wouldn't wake her up, and searched in my bag for my notebook and I scribbled a few words to add to the song before realizing that I was very close to be done with the lyrics. I smiled when I started writing the bridge and re-read it a few times, satisfied.

"I want you There's no line I'll love you Or die trying I want you There's no line I'll love you Or die trying"

I heard her snore and chuckled, shaking my head before putting my notebook back into my bag and grabbing clean clothes. I took a quick shower and dressed up before rushing downstairs to the kitchen. My mom was there and I walked up to her, kissing her cheek gently before grabbing the coffee pot.

"Slept well?"

I glanced at her and shrugged a shoulder, tilting my head a bit. "Yea. I mean, I didn't sleep a lot, but it was a nice sleep." I explained with a nod. "It's not the best bed of the house, I'm sure, but it does the trick."

She laughed and I turned around, leaning against the counter as I waited for the coffee. We remained silent for a while but when my mom talked again, it made my heart jump in my chest.

"You're not gonna hurt her this time, pet, right?"

I held my breath and my lips parted. It took me a few seconds to react but I finally cleared my throat and frowned a bit, moving around to grab mugs and put them on the counter.

"We're not together, ma." I shrugged, trying to look casual. "Back to being best friends, like we used to be."

"I understand why you refuse to answer some questions in interviews. You're a terrible liar."

I tensed, glad that my back was facing her and that she couldn't see my reaction. I just stared at the hot and brown liquid filling the pot before closing my eyes and sighing. I turned around slowly and noticed my mom's satisfied smile. I shut my eyes tight again for a few second and groaned low before looking back at her. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was a horrible liar but at the same time, I hated lying.

"I still love her and she still loves me. She just has a hard time trusting me again and I can't blame her." I shrugged and looked down. "I guess I'm just trying to earn her trust again."

"You're lucky she gave you her heart back." my mom pointed out, searching in the fridge before taking the creamer out and handing it to me. I smiled sadly, staring down, and sighed.

"Very lucky." I pointed out before looking up at her. "I promise I won't mess this second chance."

Slowly, my mom sent me a fond smile and I felt better. "I know you won't."

                                                            ---

April 3rd, 2018

I had filmed a few commercials and stuff like that and also had a small part in a tv show but this was very different. There were more people around, more actors and just a bit more action in general. Still, I was not unfamiliar with all of this so I didn't feel too out of place.

Olivia had warned me that she had a slightly saucy scene with Dylan today and that maybe I should have chosen an other filming day but if I wanted to be honest, it made me want to be there even more. I walked around, my hands in my pockets, waiting for her to be ready, and when she walked out of her dressing room, my lips curled, making her smile too.

She looked pretty, as she always did, and it made me realize that her character was probably based on her. I heard somewhere that your first book is a bit autobiographical, and I could only guess it was similar if it was a script. She walked to me and raised her eyebrows before brushing her palms on her pants a few times.

"Nervous?" I asked with a big smile, raising my eyebrows.

"Yea, it's the first time I play that kind of scene and I have no idea what I'm doing." she admitted, chuckling nervously.

"You're good at that, don't worry.” I tried to reassure her.

"I may be good at doing it, but playing it is a different story."

I chuckled and grabbed her close but she remained a bit far, raising her nose in a grimace "Watch the make-up."

It made me laugh again and I followed her but stayed a bit farther as the director explained to her and Dylan where to be and how to play. I couldn't stop my eyes from moving from her to him and he probably noticed because he started glancing at me, too.

They started the scene and it surprised me how easy she got into her character and how nothing else seemed to matter. It took me a few seconds to focus on the script but when I did, my lips parted in surprise.

"When you engraved our names on that tree..." Olivia shook her head and shrugged a shoulder as her eyes watered. I felt something stir inside me and took a few steps closer. "I fell even more in love with you. Then you kissed me and my entire life changed. This is not a mistake. Tell me it's not a mistake."

I was not wrong when I thought her writing could be influenced by her and her life because a flashback invaded my mind and I swallowed hard.

"Are you sure, Niall?" Liv asked with her frown.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. She was way more daring normally and I moved my upper body her way before grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.

"Yes!" I let out firmly. "So I'm gonna carve your name, and you carve mine." She looked unsure and I smiled more. "Come on. There's literally five letters. You can do it."

I ended her a knife and as I tried to write the first letter of her name, I realized how tough it was to carve the letter 'O'. I cursed under my breath and heard her chuckle beneath me. I glanced down and noticed she was done with the first two letters of my name. I tried to go faster and when we took a few steps back to look at our work, I saw her smile from the corner of my eyes.

"Adding a 'plus' sign would make it look like we're a couple." she pointed out. "But leaving it like that seems a bit drab, don't ya think?"

I frowned, staring at our names on the tree before moving closer to carve right under her name and over mine, letting out a few curse words again. It was not easy to draw curves. When I moved back again, I heard her chuckle.

"Perfect." she replied, staring at the 'infinity' symbol I had drawn. "Friends forever. Cheesy but true."

We remained silent for a few minutes and without thinking, my hand searched for hers and as soon as I found her fingers, I squeezed them hard.

I knew I was only 13 when we did that but I remembered it clearly and somehow, I was mad at myself for not visiting that spot when we were visiting our town a few days earlier. Why did that memory only come back now? I felt myself tear up and blinked a few times, trying to focus on the scene they were filming again.

I felt something twist in my chest when I noticed she was laying down on the floor and he was laying on his side, next to her. His hand moved on her stomach and I held my breath as I remembered that the first time we had sex was also on the floor. I didn't know if she had thought about it before writing it or if it was just a coincidence but I started wondering if Dylan's character could be based on me, even just slightly.

His hand reached for her breasts and I swallowed hard when he started kissing her gently. I knew it was just acting but it still was not a pleasant sight and I shut my eyes tight until I heard the loud 'CUT'.

I looked at Olivia and Dylan talk for a few seconds before she walked back to me, tilting her head and sending me a smile.

"Are you okay?"

I quickly nodded and licked my lips. I decided not to talk about how jealous I was, and I also didn't want to mention the part about carving the names on the tree, or making love on the floor. I didn't know how to bring it up anyway so I decided to keep quiet.

"Told you, you're good at that!" I chuckled, making her roll her eyes as she pushed on my shoulder gently.

"Idiot." she simply said in french with a strong accent, making me smile more. "I need to get changed for the next scene, I'll be back quickly."

I watched her as she left and she turned around to look at me and send me a smile. I stared at where she disappeared for a few seconds until I felt a presence next to me and turned around. I didn't really want to have a discussion with Dylan but If I wanted to be honest, I knew there was a chance that we'd have to interact.

"Hey man, how are you?"

I cleared my throat and pushed both my hands in my pockets. "Good, and you?"

"Good." he paused. "Look, I know we're not friends and we'll never be but, I need to ask you something."

I frowned and turned to him. He had all my attention and at the same time, it made me very nervous. He sighed and moved his hand in his hair before he groaned, probably knowing he messed it up and was about to give someone a bit more job before he can go back on set.

"Look, I just want to know if Livi's seeing someone right now." he asked, surprising me so much that my lips parted and my eyebrows raised up. "I thought she left me to date you but you two don't appear to be together and, I don't know, I'm thinking maybe..." he shook his head and looked away before chuckling sadly. "This is ridiculous, look at me, being all over a girl who literally called off our wedding."

I didn't know what to answer and I was not sure I wanted to hear his rambling but somehow, I remained quiet for a while before he shook his head again.

"I don't even know why I'm asking." he added, looking at me. "I just want to know."

I had to lie again and I hated it, but Olivia said she was not ready to be official, so technically, it was not a complete lie, but it was still not the truth.

"She's not dating anyone." I let out, feeling my heart sink in my chest. "But I think you should move on, mate."

He looked away and sighed again. "I know. Thanks."

He turned around and left, leaving me standing all alone and in complete shock. I didn't know how much longer I waited but when Olivia appeared again, I forced a smile on my face as she walked up to me.

"Not too bored?" she asked, grimacing a bit before pouting. "It's a bit boring, I know. You can go back home if you want, I'll call you when I'm done."

Not only did I want to stay but I also was not too keen with Dylan driving her back home, especially not after the short discussion we just had had. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"It's not boring." I said with a chuckle. "I'm staying, don't worry about me!"

The way she looked at me made me smile even more and she licked her lips before rubbing them together a few times. It made me want to kiss her so bad it was almost unbearable.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked low.

"Kissing you." I whispered. "You?"

"I'm thinking about that nice counter in my dressing room and how bad I want you to fuck me while I sit on it."

I let out a nervous laugh and glanced behind me. "How long do you have?"

She sighed and grimaced again but it was so adorable and endearing that I almost didn't hear her answer. "30 seconds, maybe? I barely have time to pee sometimes. But hey, can I sleep at your place tonight?"

I rolled my eyes again with a smile. "Why do you ask? I expect you to sleep at my place every single day."

She laughed and took a step closer, placing her hand on my chest. "I can't wait to be alone with you."

They stopped filming around midnight and I knew she was tired. I drove in silence as she leaned her head on the seat, her eyes half closed already. I knew she'd be exhausted and I didn't really expect her to want sex after a day like this, even if she had mentioned it. I kept glancing at her and when I finally parked in front of my house, I turned to look at her. Her eyes opened after a few seconds and her lips curled slowly to send me a small smile.

"I wrote so many songs about you." I just let out without thinking.

She blinked a few times and tilted her head a bit. "I know."

"No I mean, new songs." I explained better. "When we were not together, I missed you so fucking much, I hallucinated you everywhere. After a while, I realized that you were just always with me. Not physically, of course, but in my heart, as cheesy as it seems. And that day you came home with Dylan, I wrote a song for you."

Her eyebrows raised and her lips parted a bit. "Oh. The day I leaned against your door and literally got caught eavesdropping!" she let out as I laughed and nodded. "I remember a few words, uhm, 'it's hard to breathe when you're in the air'... That day, I thought it was for Heidi."

"Heidi doesn't have a song. Not one. That song is yours, like many others."

She smiled and reached out for my hand. "You can sing it for me? I want to hear all of them."

"Okay, I can do that tomorrow."

I wanted to sing that one for her but I wanted to wait for some of the others, simply because I didn't want to rush her, or guilt trip her. I didn't want to make her feel bad for things out of her control either. We were in a good spot at the moment and I wanted it to last. I didn't know when we'd be officially together again but there was no way I was going to ruin it. I had promised my mom, I had promised myself, and most of all, I had promised Olivia.

"You'll be all over my second album, too. In every note, in every word, in every damn feeling. Just like the first."

[buckthegrump]

one stroke and you’ve consumed my waking days

Summary: Bucky has a penpal.

Word Count: 3.4k+

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of death,

A/n: this does take place in the 40′s but like reader could be POC if y’all catch my drift also this is for @writingbychelle​ ��s writing challenge prompt is bolded

“I ship out tomorrow ya know,” Bucky said as he leaned against the trunk of the tree deep in the forest. He had decided that it was their spot, a place where they could be in public without really being in public. Hiding in plain sight, or so it goes.

“So you’ve said,” Y/n said. She picked up a small twig and twirled it around in her hand. “Is there a point to your ramblings? Or do you think that my memory is so short that you need to remind me every ten seconds?”

“My point is, I’ve heard that it’s awfully boring the downtime. Unless someone, such as yourself, were to provide me with something that should entertain me.”

She scoffed at him and put the stick back down. “Oh, go fuck yourself.”

“That is not what I meant,” he said sighing but he still had a smile on his face.

“Ok, Barnes, what did you mean then?” She turned to him.

“Write me, please,” Bucky pleaded. “You are the only person I will really want to hear from.”

“And what about Steve? Your family and sisters?” Y/n spun around and walked away from him, knowing he wasn’t far behind.

“Well, of course, hearing from my family and Steve is a given,” he slipped in front of her and stopped making her stop as well, “But it doesn’t sound quite as good when I add so many people does it?”

“You truly are a ladies man aren’t you?” She raised her eyebrows and took a step only for Bucky to stop in front of her again.

“The only lady’s man I care to be is yours,” Bucky said.

She stared at him surprised by the commitment implied by his words. She smiled sadly at him.

“Barnes, you and I -” she began.

“You worry too much about what people think,” he whispered.

“It’s not what they think that scares me, Mr. Barnes,” she looked around terrified that someone would venture this deep into the park, “but rather what they do when they don’t like when someone is different than they are.”

“And that’s the beauty of letters, no one can tell you what’s different,” Bucky said. “And hopefully in the future things will be different.”

“That future seems to be a long ways away,” she said and looked down at the ground.

“I’m just asking you to write me, nothing more,” he said.

Y/n lifted her chin and looked at him. “I suppose I could find time to write you a letter or two.”

“Nothing would make me happier.” Bucky smiled at her in such a way that earned him the smallest of smiles in return.

* * *

James Barnes,

I hope you’re happy. I told you I would write a letter and here I am. Taking time out of my day to write you a letter. Things here are just as they always are. I hope this letter finds you well. I’m sorry to say that I started writing this letter only to realize that I haven’t got much to say. So I shall end the letter here. Sorry I couldn’t entertain you in the way that you’d hoped.

Best wishes,

Y/n L/n

P.S. Steve is well, although if he says that he hasn’t gotten into another fight since you left. He’s lying. He got into one the other day. He’s fine, and I cannot believe I’m writing this but you should see the other guy. Anyway, bye again.

Bucky folded up the piece of paper carefully and placed it in his bag that was under his bed. He pulled out his paper and pen. 

“What are you smiling at Barnes?” One of the men in his unit, Smith, asked from his bunk.

Bucky continued to write but tried to repress his smile.

“Nothing,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, right!” Private Davis said. “Who’s the dame?”

“Leave ‘im alone,” Fraizer said sitting on Bucky’s bunk. “But it is someone from back home?”

“I’m trying to write something, can I please get some quiet?” Bucky asked.

“Fine, fine,” Frazier waved him off and got off the bunk. “But make it quick.”

* * *

Y/n open the mailbox and immediately saw the envelope and her breath got caught in her throat.

She threw the rest of the mail on the table in the entryway and took her one piece of mail and ran to her room.

“And just where are you going in such a hurry?” Her mother yelled after her.

“My room!” She said and slammed the door behind her.

“Y/n! Don’t you go slammin’ no doors!” Her mother yelled.

“Sorry, Ma!” Y/n yelled back with a grimace.

She jumped on her bed and opened the letter.

Dear Y/n,

There are a few things I would like to address from your letter. Number one, I am overjoyed that you wrote me. You don’t know just how happy it made me. Number two, I could never not be entertained by what you have to say. I don’t mind your ramblings so much. 

I feel I should tell you though, all the other boys teased me relentlessly over the smile that I couldn’t wipe off my face no matter how hard I tried after I read your letter. But I fear that you will find some sort of joy in the idea of me being teased.

So Steve really got into a fight? And actually landed a few punches? That might be the most surprising thing I’ve ever read.

Yours truly,

Bucky

P.S. Didn’t anyone tell you that you should open a letter with ‘dear’?

She pressed the letter to her chest before placing it in the drawer of her bedside table. After grabbing everything she would need, she rolled onto her stomach and drafted her next letter.

* * *

“Oooo,” Smith teased holding up an envelope. “Looks like Barnes has got another letter!”

Bucky snatched the letter out of his hand and glared at the younger man. “Fuck off, you piece of shit!”

“You kiss your mama with that mouth?” Davis gasped.

“I fucking hate all of you,” Bucky muttered, he grabbed his notebook and pen before leaving the tent.

It was one of the rare occasions that the weather was nice and Bucky didn’t feel the need to stick around his unit if they were just going to make fun of him. 

He found a semi-secluded area and sat down.

Dear James, (happy?)

Had I known that you were so easily entertained I might not have wasted so much energy in worrying over the lack of content in my last letter. As for your second point, you seem to forget about all the times you found creative ways to get me to stop talking when I was rambling.

And no, Steve didn’t land any punches. I was only joshin’ ya. But Steve did get into another fight but he held his own ok. He’s getting tiresome waiting around while all the other boys get their assignments. He misses you. And I know you’re going to tell me to tell him that he should be happy he is the only eligible man in the area. But not many will give him the time of day. And it’s not like there’s much room for our social circles to overlap so I can’t invite him out with my friends.

I don’t mean to worry you, and I know that you will worry no matter what I say, I just thought you should know the truth so that you don’t read one of his letters and worry even more when all he ever tells you is how good he’s got it.

As for the boys in your unit, I do take a small joy in knowing that you aren’t going to come home with a big head. I hope they continue their teasing, someone has to make sure you stay grounded in my absence.

It’s odd not seeing you. I miss you, but don’t let that get to your head.

Come home soon,

Y/n

P.S. Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to only talk about yourself without asking how the other person is doing?

* * *

Y/n was walking down the street. An unopened letter in her bag. She was on the wrong side of town for her, but she had to see Steve. The trek to his apartment was unusually quiet. She supposed she had the war to thank for that.

Not that she liked the war in any way. She just found it refreshing to walk around and not have to continuously fear for her safety.

“Y/n,” Steve greeted when she finally got to his place.

“You do realize that if you don’t write him and I stop mentioning you, he’ll get suspicious. And you cannot write him from boot camp.” She bounced on the toes of her feet. “I still cannot believe that you actually got into boot camp in the first place.”

“Y/n, I’m begging you. Cover for me, tell him that I’ve fallen ill or something -”

“Oh, yes, because that will put his mind at ease. Great idea Steve,” she rolled her eyes.

“Just find something?” Steve begged again. “I can’t sit around here and do nothing while Bucky and other men lay down their lives.”

She huffed and glared at him. “Fine, but when he comes home I will throw you under the bus.”

She turned back towards the stairs and began her descent.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Steve called after her.

“You owe me big time, Rogers.”

* * *

Dear Y/n, (yes very happy thank you)

I’m glad my misery has brought you joy. Damn, I miss your smile. And your laugh, I know you always say that you don’t have much to laugh about but anytime I got you to smile brought me a sense of pride. Also, I didn’t hear much complaining when I interrupted you. Besides, as much as I like listening to you talk, I enjoy kissing you more.

Thank you for being honest with me about Steve. And I should’ve guessed that he hadn’t gotten any good punches in.

And I’m sorry for coming off as rude. How are things with you? I hope that you aren’t getting into too much trouble. And tell your ma that I miss her food. Everything they feed us here doesn’t taste like anything. If we’re lucky we get salt to ‘season’ our food with.

I’m sorry this letter is so short I’m writing it in secret so that I don’t get made fun of again and I can hear them looking for me.

I miss you too.

With love,

Bucky

P.S. How many times to I have to tell you? Call me Bucky.

* * *

Bucky, 

You can either have ‘dear’ or ‘Bucky’ you don’t get both so make up your mind. But I thought you liked it when I called you James?

Things here are good. Ma says that the second you get back your to come over and eat some real food. I suspect that she will also want to talk to you about something, but I can’t figure out what about.

You assume that I enjoy kissing you as much as you do me. I do but that

I don’t mind a short letter James, as long as I get to hear from you.

You signed the last letter with love. Did you mean it?

My best,

Y/n

P.S. Steve hasn’t gotten into any trouble so far as I know. Promise

* * *

Y/n, (two can play at this game)

A compromise, when you refer to me as Bucky no dear necessary but when you write to James, you must add some sort of affection to it.

I actually have an assignment tomorrow, and I know you won’t get this letter until after but I know what you would say if you were here. You’d tell me to be careful. I will have you know that I am always careful. Or do I have to remind you that I’m not the one who constantly is getting into fights?

And yes, I meant it. I do love you. The war will be over soon and then I will go home to you and we can finally have the life we deserve and if you truly feel we won’t find that in New York I will happily run to distant lands for you.

Your ma loves me, I don’t know why you continue to be surprised by this.

Anyway, I will send you again soon and cannot wait to hear back from you.

All my love,

Bucky

* * *

Y/n sent him another letter, a short one detailing how things were going at work, but when it took longer than normal to respond she feared the worst. It had been about two months since she last heard from him and she hadn’t heard from Steve either. She knew where Captain America was, he was plastered on every poster across town, it would be hard to miss him. 

She still couldn’t get over his growth spurt though, she wondered if Bucky knew. Probably not because Bucky would’ve found a way to get back here just to kick Steve’s ass.

It was two weeks after Steve had gone across the seas to visit the soldiers when she heard from Bucky again.

Dearest Y/n,

I cannot apologize enough for not responding sooner. I was indisposed and couldn’t find any time to write. I’m sorry if I worried you at all but I’m back.

I’m glad things are going well at work and I hope nothing too drastic has changed since your last letter.

Although, I find it funny that you failed to mention in all of your writings that Steve not only grew but is now a superhero? Like from comic books? Because I know that you knew he went off and did something stupid. I thought you loved me.

Respectfully,

Bucky

P.s. I’m not really mad

* * *

Bucky, (I stand by my you can only have one)

Well, I didn’t know he left to become a superhero but ok I didn’t tell you he’d enlisted and actually been shipped off to boot camp. 

If I had told you, you would’ve been distracted and I want you to come home. And clearly, you found him so now the two of you can look after each other.

And as long as you’re ok, I’m ok.

I hope that you are not lying to me about your well being because Steve may lie to you but he won’t lie to me.

All my love,

Y/n

Bucky stared at the letter. ‘All my love’, Bucky knew that she liked him but she had restrained from using language as strong as ‘love’. He had been keeping himself from writing the next letter but he could no longer justify not writing it.

* * *

She didn’t find it odd that he hadn’t responded although, it had only been a week and he’d gone longer than this before.

So she went about her day to day life. It wasn’t until she got an unexpected visitor when she began to worry.

There was an urgent knock at her door and when Y/n opened it Becca Barnes was standing there. Y/n knew something was wrong before Becca could even open her mouth.

“Becca, what’s wrong?” She asked. Although she could probably guess. Nevertheless, she hoped she was wrong. That Becca was having boy troubles and just needed an opinion on what to do.

Becca released a shaky breath not looking away from Y/n. “It’s Bucky.”

“Did he -?” She couldn’t bring herself to finish her question.

“He’s dead, Y/n,” Becca said tearfully, “I’m sorry.” 

Y/n leaned her body weight against the doorway unable to keep herself upright without extra support. Becca was still talking but she barely made out what was said until the end, when Becca handed Y/n a box.

“These are things I think you should have, I’m really very sorry,” Becca said. Y/n pulled her in for a hug. “He really loved you.”

* * *

It was a few weeks before she opened the box. After the funeral, after countless nights crying into her pillow, after forgetting only to remember moments later that she would never speak to him again.

She sat on her bed just as the sun was beginning to rise. Her hands trembled as she removed the lid and caressed the contents. There were a few trinkets that she recognized. There was a letter addressed to her sitting on top of everything.

She almost didn’t want to read it. Because once she had that was it, she would have no new interactions with Bucky. They would never know what would’ve been.

Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the envelope.

Y/n, my love,

This war seems to be never-ending. I miss my home. I miss a bed that doesn’t feel like rocks. I miss you.

I’m not sure what I will do once I get back, job-wise. What does a veteran do after he’s served in the war? That is about the only thing I’m uncertain of though.

I do have plans for other things. Specifically you and me. Don’t think that I don’t plan on asking you to marry me, because I do I just thought I would give you a warning so it doesn’t come as quite a shock. And if you say yes, I will buy you a house, or we could live in the city if you prefer.

Honestly, as long as I have you nothing scares me.

I probably shouldn’t have told you that I plan to propose when I get back, but you know me always jumping the gun on something.

Forever yours,

Bucky

P.S. I’m not sure if I want you to respond to the proposal thing or not, so if you decided to do so please be gentle

She laid her head down on her pillow and stared at the ceiling, unmoving until she finally fell asleep.

* * *

2023

Bucky hadn’t even dared to dream that he would find someone from his past still alive. But when Sam mentioned that his sister, Becca, was still alive he didn’t waste any time in finding her. 

They sat on Becca’s porch and Bucky listened to her tales from her life and the adventures she went on. She tried to apologize for believing Bucky to be dead up until just recently but Bucky insisted that it wasn’t her fault and even if she’d known there was nothing she could have done to change what happened to him.

Near the end of their visit, before Becca made Bucky promise to come back and spend more time with her, which of course he would, she gave him a box.

“I was holding on to this but now that you’re here, I think you should have it,” she said not giving him any context as to what was in the box.

When he got back to the apartment he was currently sharing with Sam, a temporary situation because Bucky wasn’t sure how much more he could handle, he sat in his room and opened the box.

Laying on top of everything was a note addressed to him.

My dearest, James,

I have been putting off writing this letter for a while now, but now seems as good a time as any to do so. It felt odd not writing you back like there was so much left unsaid, unfinished.

For clarity’s sake, I think you should know that I would’ve said yes. Without hesitation, my answer to your question would’ve been yes. And I think we would’ve done well in the country, somewhere upstate. Closer to the city so we wouldn’t have to deal with small-town mentality, but I’ve always wanted a house with a porch.

And whatever job you wanted, I would’ve supported you.

It’s been years since I got your letter and people are telling me to move on. But I cannot find the strength, not that it matters anymore. I’m not sure if anyone has told you but I’m sick. Terminally so. 

I’m actually relieved, this means I won’t have my friends and family telling me that I should find someone new because I don’t think I’d be able to. No one could ever live up to you in my eyes.

That and I will get to see you again. 

I will see you soon my love.

Love always,

Y/n

[mitchmarnier]

writing prompt masterlist #1

 Of course, there’s 75 million prompt lists out there but i figured there’s nothing wrong with making my own. Send me a category + a number + a pairing and i’ll write you a fic. Okay to reblog and use :) (x)

Fake/Secret/Etc Dating AUs:

my parents keep setting me up on blind dates but in reality I’m dating you and it’s so you help me get out of them

i hate commitment but my dad’s dying wish is to see me get married and you’re an old family friend i ran into at the airport on my way to visit him so hey let’s get engaged

you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged

i’m mad at my parents so i ask you out because they wouldn’t approve of you and you’re well aware that i’m just using you but you agree because you find it funny but hey you’re actually super sweet

there’s this really creepy person hitting on me and i don’t know you but you pretending to be my partner completely saved my ass thanks how about i buy you a drink

we’re just really touchy friends and we get each other gifts all the time but everyone thinks we’re going out and we let them think that but why are you getting upset about me going on a date we’re not actually together? 

I’m sorry you always thought your love for me was unrequited but on to more important matters YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING SO YOU HAVE A DECISION TO MAKE YOU ASSHOLE!

Our mutual friend apparently has been waiting for us to get together and so they’re very angry/disappointed/upset when they find out that the reason we kissed last night was because we were black-out drunk

everyone thinks we hate each other and we keep that front up in public, so we have hilarious pretend fights and squabbles and pranks 

when we were little I accidentally mentioned that I had a crush on you but I always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate wtf we never discussed this

friends to lovers aus

You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?

 You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses

Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”

Celebrity/Famous AUs

listen, you may be a famous (and extremely attractive) guitarist, but that gives you no right to practise on the electric at two a.m when we live right next to each other.

We broke up and I used my feelings to write songs and now I’m super popular and you want me back

we decided to make a fake vlog drama for our subscribers and they all think it’s real but jokes on us we end up actually liking each other

I run a prank channel and you were some innocent bystander I pranked for a video but then it turns out hey, you’re also famous online haha shit

we met and started talking but i didn’t know you were a rising star until i noticed cameras following me wtf

you’re a reporter and i think you’re super cute so i’ll only give you personal interviews to help your career and also get you to talk to me more

I’m a celebrity and I have a secret social media account and we started talking online and now we’re close friends but you want to meet up oh shit

I’m a celebrity and I may or may not be following your blog which is dedicated to me. reading your comments and tags are hilarious and very flattering and I’m somewhat smitten  

You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??

wedding/kids/marriage/long term relationship AUs

we’ve been dating forever, and you just caught the bouquet at our friend’s wedding

remember when we were in high school and we swore that if we were still single at 30 we’d marry each other, well hey guess whose birthday it is

i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car

I suddenly bumped into you after years and wow you look good but holy crap is that a kid?? since when?

you had a breakdown because the baby wouldn’t stop crying and you kept saying how you weren’t ready and how you couldn’t do it

whenever my kid starts crying I just hand them to you and then they just stop and start smiling

“i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”

i always tease you because that’s just our thing we tease each other but for some reason you snapped at me and are you okay? what’s wrong?

my in-laws despise me GREAT but around you they’re super nice so you don’t believe me

neighbours AUs

You always complain about how loud I am (whether it be TV, video games or music/musical instrument is up to you) and this is the first time you’ve actually knocked on my apartment door and given me a lecture there rather than giving me a phone call, but I’m not really listening because I didn’t  realise I had such a cute neighbour

you never open your door for children on halloween so i always pay the kids to smear your door with shaving cream

my printer isnt printing anymore and my papers are due tomorrow so im on my knees in front of your door begging to use your printer when the old lady from above passes us and thinks im proposing to you

we always run into each other on the stairs but we’ve never said more than hello but when we found out that we both hate the other neighbours, we became friends

i came home drunk and wouldnt stop knocking on your door. when you open i keep telling you to get out of my apartment

after a rough party night i find you sleeping on the stairs but since im still a little asshole all i do is put a blanket over you and a pillow under your head

Please help me, I know you have a kid and my sibling just dropped their baby on me where’s the button to put them to sleep?

I’m stressed and sleep-deprived, please let me pet your cat. 

I have really weird dreams and you have really weird dreams so now we’re in this contest to see who has the weirdest dreams.

Strangers/Meet Cute (or meet very NOT cute) AUs 

We were sitting next to each other in a public place and I saw a mosquito on you and my instincts just acted before my mind.

We mixed up our clothes at the laundry service and I have nothing left to wear and every thing you wear is too big/small for me.

We’re at a comic book store and if you tell me your superhero is better than mine I’m gonna have to punch you in the teeth.

There are no table left at this restaurant and you let me sit at yours since you’re alone.

I’m a single grown-up with busy friends but I want to go to Disneyland so I drop a message on a forum to find someone like me to go wear silly Mickey ears headband and stuff ourselves with cotton candy.

My computer broke down so I called an IT and now I need to find a reason to call them back so I delete important files and download adwares and do all kinds of stupid things. 

I almost dropped something and in my fumbling attempts to stop it from hitting the floor I accidentally projectiled it at your face and it’s a really nice face I’m so sorry

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

 Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

college/high school AUs:

i went on a date with a boy who had plans to take me to dinner and drinks. but he lost his wallet at a pizza place so we just walked around the neighborhood, sat in the park and talked.

we’re in the same study group but we dont talk but you brought goldfish and im starving

we have the same notebook and we took the wrong ones home so i used your notes on my open book test

you were my elementary school crush but you moved away but somehow we end up miraculously going to the same college and i barely recognized you because holy hot damn you are more attractive than i remember?

I tripped over on my way to this party and I’m bleeding profusely from the grazes on my knees and you’re a complete stranger that pretty much jumped me the second I walked in the door to play nurse

ive had a crush on you for 3+ years and now youre going out with my best friend and i definitely havent locked myself in a toilet cubicle to cry

We’re in different debate classes and I was constructing a case on the board and I come in the next morning and you’ve replied to all my points really well?? But I don’t even know your name? And oh shit, we’re taking over the entire whiteboard, is that your phone number squeezed into the corner of the board there?

You have braces and I don’t and I keep forgetting you’re not allowed to have gum so every time I offer, you give this death glare

You sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to prom on the day of prom and I’m not in town

I’m a notorious goody two shoes and you look like you get into fights on a daily basis, so when you were in the library on the first day I was supposed to be a tutor, I assumed I’d be tutoring you. But, as it turns out, we’re both tutors, and the people we’re tutoring keep blowing us off to make out and we have to go round them up

we have a mutual best friend but they cannot find out how much i like you then they’ll tell you, but i need to find out if you’re single!

I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious 

You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close

soulmate aus

if one soulmate gets an injury, the other gets it as well.

Character A has a soulmate, but Character A died before they got to meet them. As Character A navigates the afterlife in their ghostly form, they discover that they can’t “move on” until they’ve met their soulmate.

 the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born

when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.

You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or something

you have a compass on your wrist and it directs you to where your soulmate is

i usually think i’m having a conversation with myself in my head but it turns out we’re telepathically connected

everybody is born with a map “tattooed” on their forearm that’s centered on the exact location of where they’ll first meet their soul mate 

[katsukikitten]

Fading Summer

He held the purple controller with deadly hands, sitting shoulder to shoulder, feet from the TV with Kirishima, Denki, and Deku. The N64 you brought into the dorms has been the center of attention since you pulled it out of the dull cardboard box . Purple grape with one purple grape controller and the other jungle green. The other two controllers where black and midnight blue that you, the ash blonde, Kiri and Mina spent hours....weeks finding so more people could play either Mario kart or Smash bros together.

At first the scarlet eyed boy was aprahensive about the old gaming system. He saw how Kirishima and Pikachu would spend hours upon hours on their shared switch that could have been spent studying or training.

That was until he was challenged by you one lazy afternoon.

"Come on Katsu play one game with us!!!" Eiji begged, patting a spot between you and himself. Katasuki lounged on the couch, legs outstretched as he was planning to watch a movie before you two barged in.

Before you used your puppy dog eyes to get the remote so you two could play.

"No shark face." He sneered over the rim of his book. He locked eyes with you before a smile crept onto those soft lips.

"He's just scared he'll get his asked kicked is all Eiji." She said haunty, as she selected her character.

"Oh like hell I am." He snarls, climbing from the couch and forcing you and Kiri to scoot away from one another to make room.

He never could ignore the call of a challenge. And from then on he bested everyone, everytime in whatever game but you.

When he asked why you wouldn't want a switch instead your face lit up, as if reliving the bitter sweet nostalgia as you said.

"I've just had so many good times playing this with my friends and family. I just can't give it up."

So he had learned to love the feeling of the smooth plastic in his hands as this small thing was something that made him feel closer to you. Especially now that you two spent countless summer hours right here in front of the TV, laughing, shoulder to shoulder with a notebook keeping score of each others wins.

A notebook that lies open to the dark eyed boy, displaying the harsh tallies of class 1As winnings, everyone had at least one inky black tally before Katsuki played.

Everyone but you who had been absent since finishing dinner. His eyes wander to the stairs leading to the girls dorms before "PLAYER ONE WINNER" is bellowed from the TV.

"Come on Katsu let someone else win!" Mina whines as she pouts on the couch

"Nah you dip shits should just get better." He says dropping the controller to make his way to the couch.

"Where's Y/N?" Deku asks earning a glare from the ash blonde for asking first, "She's missing the last tournament before school starts again."

"Oh she said she wasn't feeling too well at dinner." Momo says, bringing the snacks from the kitchen. "She said she was going to bed."

You press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

"Get your shit together." You growl harshly at your reflection. Fat tears threatening to spill again, "Why are you crying over something so fucking stupid!"

Your reflection doesn't answer as you stare yourself in the eye, it only mirrors you splashing hot water onto your face as you scrub a towel over your cheeks.

When you hold eye contact again, it's as if you weren't crying.

You paced in your room, damning yourself for thinking sleep would soothe the weighted void that sits in your chest. Chiseling away at your heart until you were compelled to move.

To run, if even for a moment to have a taste of the dying summer air on your tongue one more time.

You stalk down the stairs quietly, having waited long enough for the tournament to be over. The light from the TV glows faintly in the dark hallway, you eased into the shadows on silent feet with your eyes on the prize.

"Oi, You're not as quiet as you think you are." You jump what feels like six feet in the air. Hand hovering over the cool handle of the front door.

The gruff voice comes from the direction of the living room and you do not need to turn around to know who it belongs too.

You thought for sure that whoever was in the living room was either knocked out or absorbed in the late night TV.

You feel your heart hammer in your chest, blinking furiously at the lingering tears. You're afraid your voice might give you away but your hesitation will tip him off.

"Oh Katsu, you're up so late. And on the first school night!" You tease him as you normally would, though you keep your back to him, he sucks his teeth.

"And where are you going at 10:30 at night?" You don't have to see him to know he is crossing his arms with distaste.

"Im just stepping out to the convenience store." You huff, not sure how much longer you can use your voice evenly.

The sun had already set so early tonight compared to the rest of summer. The sun no longer wanting to kiss the earth, to kiss you for over eight hours a day.

No it was dwindling and dwindling fast.

And that *scared* you.

"This late? By yourself? I don't think so." He says darkly. Hiding the concern in his voice the only way he knows how, with malice.

"Oh Katsuki-kun. I'm a strong independent young hero. I can handle myself for a ten minute walk." Except it won't be a ten minute walk, your feet will urge you further. You pull the handle and with it the door just for it to be slammed shut by a hot palm. He looms over you now, so close you can feel his breath on your ear when he speaks.

"Not by yourself. It can wait til morning. If its medicine I'll get it." You feel his eyes on you as they survey, you bite your lip debating on tricking him.

On sending him on a wild goose chase just so you could sneak out on that ten minute walk.

But you think better of it, he would be honest with you if the shoe was on the other foot and I'm sure he'd want you to be honest now.

Whether you wanted to admit it or not you knew in the back of your head that Bakugou Katsuki could read you like a book and vice versa.

It was only natural with how much time the two of you spent together this summer.

This now decaying summer that you could smell in the air after the rain, the slight smell of decomposing leaves that is so faint you almost think it false until Mina made that damn comment this afternoon. Wrapped in her hot pink towel, yellow eyes glued on Kiri who wrestles with Katsu in the pool.

*"Its gonna be winter before we know it." *

And those words hadn't left you since.

Not even now under the heated gaze of your crush.

The one who kinda reminded you of summer itself.

Hot, explosive like a storm and almost unpredictable.

"I'm going Katsuki." You say darkly, most you faulter but he is not like most, "So you can either let me go alone or you come with me."

He scarlet eyes rover over you, unsure of what you're feeling in the low cast of the moonlight from outside but your tone tells him something is wrong whatever it is.

Something tells him you aren't going to the corner store either.

"Fine." He bites out, resisting the urge to push you against the door to tell you that you are not going, instead he pushes away, "Just let me grab my fucking phone."

He walks backwards to the living room sending you a glare before turning on his heel.

A glare in warning not to leave without him. So you don't.

He huffs as the two of you walk in silence, eyes watching the corner store fade behind the both of you.

"So where are we really headed?" He sighs in mock agony.

"You'll see!!" Your mood has improved some, at least since you pulled in a giant breathe of air when the two of you stepped outside.

The crickets still singing in the warm night, calling to you in their song.

Your eyes look to the sky to see the full moon, your whole body relishing the warmth of the night time air. Smile so wide on your face that it hurts.

A smile that Katsuki finds contagious as his lips turn upwards, eyes glued to you.

You hear a clock chime signaling the time and you gasp, grabbing onto Katsuki's rough hand, dragging him as you break into a full spring.

"We're gonna miss the train!" You yell to him which encourages him to keep pace.

Once the doors close behind you, you both grip your knees gasping for air.

The only other person on the late night train smiles, eyes twinkling with sudden memories of their own late nights.

"Where the fuck are we going?" Katsuki asks with little bite in his voice as you settle in front of the window.

"Its a secret!!!" You sing song as the train rushes by scenery that he watches you drink up as if this is the last time you'll see it.

It isn't until the train crosses the bridge does he realize you two are headed to the last stop.

Which come faster than he'd like, only now is he realizing he could watch you stare out at the stars all night, the train chimes overhead and you stand pulling him once more.

You find yourselves in a huge crowd and you smile pulling him further through the throngs of people. You stop when you see little stands set up every where filled to the brim even so late at night. You stop suddenly to ask a woman in a beautiful yukata that shimmers in pinks and golds like the setting sun.

"Excuse me what is this?" You ask politely, your curiosity earning a huge smile.

"Ah this is the End of the Summer Festival!" When she says the word end you squeeze Katsuki's hand tighter, "All things summer is here for you to enjoy!"

He watches your face almost become crest fallen.

"Why so late in the day," His tone comes out harsh and the woman glances between the two of you giving a small blush.

"Ah it's an all day event so everyone can enjoy it! Some people work so late they were missing it and others just couldnt say good bye to summer before sunset. Please enjoy the festival!"

You blink hard and try to take in your surroundings. You spy many little market stands filled with food, games and hell even an arcade.

Katsuki does not pull away from your soft grip on his hand, in fact his interlocks your fingers so you can pull him better. You don't look back when he does it and you don't look back as you pull him through the stands.

You start by buying you both Yakitori, followed by mouthwatering Ayu, some Takoyaki and all sumed up by sweet Taiyaki.

That is until you spot the famous colored cotton candy shaped like a fat unicorn horn.

Katsuki does not complain while he waits in line with you, your eyes finding your next adventure. He does not complain when you ask him to take a picture of you underneath the paper lanterns, that hit you in such a way that he cannot take his eyes off of you, or your smiling face as you stare at him.

You do not realize he sends the picture to himself as you slide your hand back into his offering him some of the sugary string to which he takes a large bite.

Letting the sugar dissolve agaisnt his tongue he wonders if your lips will be as sweet if not sweeter. He blushes but you do not notice as you drag him to a game.

"Step right up! Only 500 yen!" The man calls, "Break the record of seven watermelons with one punch and win the grand prize!"

Your eyes widen with glee as you see the oversized cat plush holding your favorite dessert, a taiyaki bun, in its obnoxiously cute black paws. The thing is so cute and sweet just looking at it makes Katsuki a little nauseous but when he sees the want glinting in your eyes he reluctantly releases your hand with out your asking to crack his neck.

"Alright line up as many as you've got." His eyes gleam with competative arrogance, forearm dancing with small explosions.

"Alright. If you can do 10 then I will throw in 10,000 yen." The elderly man says smugly lining up over 25 watermelons.

"Heh. Get ready to pay up gramps. Oh and of course I want that cat too."

"Sure thing kid. But you gotta get seven if you wanna win that for your pretty girlfriend over there." He laughs and Katsuki's cheeks burn with rage and blush.

He winds up and packs it with punch as he slams his fist into the first watermelon obliterating it and the shock from the blast causes the other 25 watermelons to explode as well. You squeal with delight.

"KATSUKI-KUN YOU WON!" Practically jumping with joy over his triumph confirming that he would do it all over again just to see you that happy.

Even if it took him braking 25,000 watermelons he would fucking do it for just a glimpse of the smile you've been hiding the past few days.

Katsuki smirks with manic malice as he jumps up to grab the oversized cat before holding out his hand.

The elderly man stands in uter shock as he stares down the red mess before him hesitant as he digs around for his little silver box of cash. He counts out the 10k yen sending you two on your way.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You say as you squeeze the hell out of the cat, still jumping. Katsu sucks his teeth unable to keep the genuine smile off of his own face.

"It was nothing." He says as you slip your ever soft palm to his. His skin buzzes everytime yours touches his and he gladly let's you take the lead.

"Ah I'm thirsty after all that excitement." You beam, Bakugou spies a soda stand, fingering the easily got yen in his pocket.

"I'll get us a cherry soda, stay put." He says as he stands you off to the side since the line is hatefully long. He stares down at his phone at the picture of you he just took, smiling like a mad man as he waits.

You will always be worth the wait.

"This is your final warning." You growl darkly, causing Bakguou to look up with sharp eyes. He sees you placing the stuffed animal on the bench as this guy harasses you.

"Come on sugar tits." Katsuki practically blows up in line then and there as he stalks towards your back. He slips his right arm around your front pressing into your left hip bone pushing you into his body. He tilts his head as he left hand ignites inches from the guys face.

"Did you just fucking call *my* girl sugar tits?" His voice is so dark near your ear that you blush, letting your quirk fade from your palms.

And did he just say my girl?

Your gut clenches as he pulls you impossibly closer. Hand still letting off pops.

"I think you owe her a fucking apology before I make you sorry you ever thought you could disrespect a woman like that you stupid fuck."

"I..I'm sorry." The guy stammers with his now burnt off eyebrows as he bows deeply.

"Grab Neko-chan, Y/N." Katsuki purrs in your ear barely letting you go to do so. You hold onto the cat with all your might, heart banging against your rib cage as you overthink the encounter.

He was just doing it to be nice right?

You hesitantly reach for his hand before changing your mind. He glances at you with searing red eyes offering you his open palm.

"Where to next?" He asks, you stare at the invitation, frozen for a moment before you grab onto him with a strong hold.

"This way!" You smile taking him and Neko-chan in tow. You lead him to the small arcade challanging him to see who can win the most in street fighter.

He somehow kicks your ass by one match and you smile at this genuine excitement for victory. He catches you staring as you blush, nuzzling half of your face into Neko-chan's fur, making your eyes seem larger and doe like.

Katsuki swallows, more blush dusting his cheeks as he asks is a gruff tone.

"Whatchya starin at?" You giggle in response.

"Nothing!" You fight another giggle, arms tightening around black fur, "I just like your real smile is all."

He sucks his teeth and looks away not trusting himself to ignore the urge to shove that damn plush out of the way to see the smile you're hiding behind it, or to keep himself from kissing those lips that are curled up.

"I'll be right back." He leans in close to you with nothing separating you two but Neko-chan, "Try not to let anyone else hit on ya kay?"

"K...kay." He's pretty sure that's the first time you've stumbled over your words, positive that's the first time he's seen your cheeks so red.

On the way back from the bathroom he spies two little necklaces in the display case of prizes. One is a purple N64 console and the other is the matching controller. He likes the idea of them around your neck thanks to him and taps the counter with his freshly won 10,000 yen tapping at the set.

He produces the two small chains and watches as your eyes light up.

"Aaahhh!" You say separating the two as you slide the N64 console around your neck, holding out the controller to him. He frowns as he glares at it.

"You're supposed to wear both." He growls, though his grimace fades with every second you stare at him.

"No silly they are best friend necklaces!!!" You half sequal as you shove it over his neck. You tuck it beneath his black skull shirt, "See now it's our secret."

You smile a devilish smirk before you glance at the time on the analog clock behind him. You grab onto his hand with a death grip.

"Katsuki come on we are gonna miss it!" You whine as you drag him back into the busy street further and further through the festival until the people are so few and far between he wonders where you're taking him.

That is until his smells the tang of salted air brought in by what is normally a refreshing breeze that feels chilled from the changing seasons.

You rush him to the sand, breathing in the heavily summer scent, kicking off your shoes to feel the once warmed sand.

"Come on Katsuki-kun come on!" You urge as he fights with his own shoes willing to follow you to the ends of the Earth and it feels that way where you're taking him. Past a small bonfire to a secluded part of the beach where the moon hangs high over the ocean.

One can see all of the stars in the universe there in that little spot, his eyes look up drinking it all in before looking at an even more beautiful sight.

His heart skips a beat as your eyes dance in the starlight, cheeks now moon kissed and hair ruffled from the wind off the ocean, you close your eyes for just a moment to breath it all in.

The last bit of summer that you can smell before it all begins to disappear into sharper, more crisp smells.

He's close enough to you that he can smell the salt and sugar clinging to your skin, to your lips. He sighs, content for once in his life. Then the stars begin to fall in the deep reflection of your eyes.

"Katsu look!" You whisper shout and he follows your gaze to watch the sky fall.

"Make a wish make a wish!" You urge again and he silently prays that this moment will never end.

But sadly it does, as quickly as it came it went and your crest fallen face has his heart jumping into his throat. He attempts to swallow it down.

"Something wrong?" He asks so softly you wonder if it is still Bakugou sitting next to you and that one little question causes the tears to spill.

Yes something was wrong, terribly wrong.

"Oi..." He pulls you to him shielding your tears from the world as his hand subconsciously trailed up and down your spine, "Why are you crying? Are you not enjoying the last bit of summer?"

"That's it Katsu that's the problem. S..sum..." You choke on your tears before continuing, "Summer is ending and before you know it, it will be winter again. And then a new year and then summer will have flown by faster and faster until the next thing you know my whole life has slipped through my fingers. And I will be left feeling as if I missed all of it. Just like I am now, like I always do."

You fist his shirt as you cry, let it all out all the horrible thoughts of your life going by in the blink of an eye, as every new winter brings you more and more unhappiness and you are unsure why.

You only find solace in summer as things seem to slow down. When the days are stretched deep into the evening and each hour is blessed with such happy memories. Times of you with your N64, of you spending many hours outside baking in the heat of the sun, of miserable days when even the icecream is happy to melt. And especially this summer, *this* night that you've spent with Katsuki.

Memories you can never replace and pray

Hope and plead to any Kamisama who is listening that they will never allow you to forget.

"Hey it's all right." He soothes, "We can come back to this festival every year to help say good bye."

You hiccup, your tears slowing.

"And if that doesn't work I'll lasso the fucking sun for you. I'll be your summer incarnate. I'll do anything, *anything* to keep my girl smiling. To keep you smiling. All you have to do is fucking name it."

You blink away the tears as you stare up into his face and you can tell he's serious that he means it. Red fireworks erupt over head, lighting his eyes with an undying fire and you kiss him. Kiss him how you wanted to all summer. Slow burn that quickly ignites as your hands grab onto one another. Each fire work encouraging deeper and deeper kisses until you pull away. Almost gasping for breath. Your skin feeling heated as it does when you lie out in the sun too long. You hold his gaze, heart fluttering, eyes pricking with tears once more.

"Then lasso me the fucking sun, Katsuki."

[gamerwoo]

Yixing: Side Job (Part 2)

Characters: Yixing x female reader (featuring Jongin, Sehun, and Junmyeon)

Genre/warnings: camboy au, barista au, crack, kinda fluffy, mentions of masturbation

Word count: 3,453

Summary: Your go-to to get off is your favorite camboy who goes by the name of Lay. Physically, he’s perfect, and everything he says leaves you breathless and wanting him to keep talking until you’re coming undone in front of your laptop. However, you notice that the new barista hired at the cafe down the street has a voice that sounds familiar…

Part 1 | Part 3

Coming home that day, you went straight to your room and flopped down on it face first. Your friend kept asking if you were feeling alright because you weren’t paying any attention at all the whole day. All you could think about was how Lay, your favorite camboy, was a barista just down the fucking street! And then that lead to the fact that he must’ve lived nearby, which was somehow even more terrifying.

There were three things you knew for sure: first, you weren’t sure you could ever watch another one of Lay’s streams; second, you were never stepping foot in that cafe ever again; third, Lay’s face was just as drop-dead gorgeous as his body.

No, not Lay. His name was Yixing. And you couldn’t get that out of your head for some reason. You knew Lay was probably some sort of alias, but you never expected you’d know his real name. It felt too...personal. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.

You spent the next few days trying to keep yourself as distracted as possible. You didn’t want to go watch any of his streams -- no matter how mentally and emotionally exhausted you felt -- and you didn’t want to build up the curiosity to go back to the cafe and see if he was there because some masochistic part of you wanted to go back and take in the fact that Lay was a real person that was right in front of you. But you wouldn’t let yourself do that.

It wasn’t until those few days had gone by that your promise to never return to the cafe was broken.

Jonginie: come keep me company :(

you: do you not realize what time it is???

Jonginie: but studying sucks and i need friends

you: sehun exists???

you: taemin exists????

you: jimin exists??????

Jonginie: sehun's getting laid, jimin’s at a concert, and the last time i invited taemin out late at night he got lost and i spent two hours trying to find him because he wouldn’t answer his phone

you: oh my god you big baby

you: where are you?

Jonginie: that little cafe down the street from your apartment :)

you: NO

you: NOPE

you: IM NOT GOING

Jonginie: ????

Jonginie: what the actual fuck is wrong with you

You couldn’t tell your best friend the reason you couldn’t go back to that cafe. You couldn’t admit that you watched a camboy and that camboy just happened to work there. You couldn’t tell him that the day before you ran into him, you donated $20 and called him Daddy as you begged for him to whip his dick out. You just couldn’t admit any of that.

So what excuse did you have to work with?

Jonginie: i’ll buy you your favorite!!! :)

None. You had no excuses at all.

you: i’ll be there in 10 ig

So you got dressed and put on your proverbial big girl pants before you grabbed your keys, slipped on your shoes, and left the house with your phone in your pocket just in case. Only Jongin would ask you to meet him at a coffee shop at 8pm so he could study and not be alone, so you, being a female, had to keep your phone with you at all times and have your keys in hand just in case -- and not just to unlock your door when you got home.

Thankfully, the walk to the cafe was uneventful, but you couldn’t get your brain to calm down the whole way there. You were just worrying about if Lay -- Yixing -- would be there. You didn’t even know what you were so worried about the longer you thought about it. It wasn’t like you had to talk to him. Just say hello, order, and then say thanks and have a good day. It was so simple but your stupid imagination was acting like he would somehow know you masturbated to him on a weekly basis. 

Taking a final deep breath, you opened the door to the cafe and walked in -- you also made note to check their hours and you were surprised to find the cafe had such late hours, but it was probably because there was a college campus nearby. You glanced at the counter, offering an awkward smile to the bored-looking girl working. She seemed to be the only one working, in fact, since the cafe was empty except for Jongin and some other poor college student that was typing away furiously on their laptop. 

“Hey!” Jongin grinned as you sat down across from him. The table was covered with papers, his textbook, and his notebook that he was scribbling in. “You should’ve told me when you were closer by so I could’ve ordered for you.”

“It’s fine, I can order for myself,” you shrugged.

“Alright, here’s my card,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and handed his card over to you. “I’m gonna use the bathroom really quick.”

As you both got up, you stopped at the counter while Jongin went passed it to where the restrooms were located. You greeted the poor barista before ordering what you wanted and paying for it. But as you waited for her to make your drink, you started to get curious. You figured you had nothing to lose if you were never coming back here -- starting tonight -- so you softly spoke up.

“Excuse me? Um...w-when does Yixing usually work?”

The girl looked up at the sound of your voice, “Yixing? Uh, usually mornings, I think.”

You nodded with a quiet “thanks”, happy she didn’t ask why you wanted to know. She finished making your drink and handed it to you with a “enjoy” that wasn’t nearly as chipper as the one Yixing gave you, but that was neither here nor there.

As you went back to your table, you smirked to yourself. Maybe you could find away around avoiding the cafe, especially since this seemed to be where Jongin liked to study now. If you just came here at night, you’d be safe. It made sense anyway -- nighttime was when Lay liked to stream. If you just didn’t come in the mornings, you were safe. You could easily get your coffee and not run into the boy that didn’t know you’d seen him naked way more times than you could count on one hand.

“What’re you smirking about?” Jongin scoffed as he walked back over to the table.

You cleared your throat, scrunching your face before letting it fall back to its neutral state, “Nothing. Do your homework.”

-

The cafe was back to being a safe space now that you knew Yixing’s -- Lay’s; you never knew what to call him, honestly -- schedule. You showed up quite a bit to keep Jongin company while he studied. Sometimes his other friends would join which was always...interesting to say the least -- especially with Taemin. Sometimes it was just you and Jongin with him complaining about how he hated homework and wondering why he went to college. 

After a couple weeks, you had calmed down enough to be able to go back to watching Lay’s streams. You figured there was no harm if you didn’t really know him and would never see him again, so...why not? Plus, you hadn’t gotten a really good orgasm ever since you stopped watching him and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You had to give in because you were weak.

A month had gone by and you were finally over your fear of seeing Lay at the cafe.

While you were packing your things up to go home from work, your phone vibrated. You took it out to check, seeing Jongin was texting you.

Jonginie: can i stay at your place tonight?

Jonginie: i miss you :(

you: okay whats the real reason

Jonginie: .......my roommate’s drunk and obnoxious and i probably won’t sleep tonight

Jonginie: BUT I SWEAR I ALSO MISS YOU

Jonginie: please?? :(((((

If you were going to host Jongin tonight, you’d need something to keep you awake after you got home. Typically you were able to crash then and there and it would only be about 6:30. So after agreeing to let Jongin stay over, you grabbed your things and left work, deciding your next destination was the cafe.

When you entered, nobody was at the counter. There were only a few customers inside, already having gotten their coffees. Some were on their phones as they sat at tables, and some were working on their laptops. You didn’t really pay much attention to them -- or anybody -- as you walked up to the counter to order a coffee, looking down at your phone instead.

“Hi! How can I help you?” that friendly voice chirped, shooting ice through your veins as you all but froze on the spot.

Slowly, you looked up, almost whimpering when your eyes moved over the nametag that read Yixing. Your eyes met his as he smiled at you, showing off his dimples as he waited for your reply.

Internally, you were panicking. He wasn’t supposed to work nights! Why was he working? Why was he here? Why now? Why, why, why?

But externally, you shyly gave him your order before you paid for it.

Yixing turned to make your order as you went to wait by the pick-up counter. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him even though you wanted so badly to look away and erase all of this from your mind. But your eyes followed him as he moved around, thinking about how good he looked even in his barista uniform. Maybe he’d do a barista theme for one of his cams...

‘Jesus, _____, stop it. That’s weird, don’t go there.’

You shook the thought from your mind, taking a deep breath to try to clear your thoughts. That was when Yixing walked over with your order, sliding it across the counter to you with his dumb beautiful smile that made your legs turn to jelly.

“Have a good day, _____,” he grinned, remembering your name from when you gave him the order.

And that’s when you said the worst thing you could’ve said to him other than admitting you watched his cams. Your stupid brain wasn’t thinking, and you blurted the only thing you could get away with in public, but would still probably not only send Yixing into a panic, but would make him think you were weird.

“Thanks, Lay.”

You were half-turned to leave when you realized, and you froze. Lay -- Yixing, Jesus; it’s Yixing -- froze as well, the smile dropping from his face as he just stared at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were slightly widened, and his mouth was a little ajar, but you couldn’t tell what kind of emotion it was conveying. 

“Wh--” Yixing’s eyebrows furrowed the tiniest bit as he looked away at the counter before looking back at you again. “What did you just call me?”

You didn’t want to answer and drag this awkward conversation on even longer, but your legs also wouldn’t respond when you decided it was best to just walk away and not answer or look back. Your feet were practically glued to the floor, staring back at Yixing in silence as you looked like a deer in headlights.

“_____!” a familiar voice called.

Your head whipped around to see Jongin smiling at you as he waved, walking into the cafe. You almost wanted to cry from relief when you saw him.

“I was on my way to your place when I saw you were in here,” he chuckled, grabbing your arm. “C’mon, I told Sehunie he could come over to watch movies for a bit and he’s gonna beat us there. If he’s waiting for longer than 2 seconds, he’s going to complain all night and I don’t wanna hear it.”

Jongin dragged you away from the counter, forcing your legs and feet to finally move. However, your dumb, idiot self decided to look back over your shoulder to find Yixing still staring at you, watching as you disappeared out the door with Jongin -- who you now decided you’d owed your life to.

-

“You got here the same time as us, stop whining!” Jongin groaned as he pushed open the door to your apartment after he unlocked it.

Sehun followed in behind him, stating that the host should already be at the house before the guests get there, and that even arriving at the same time is impolite and “fucking dumb”. Jongin was quick to point out that it wasn’t a house, it was an apartment, so Sehun could take his whining and shove it up his ass. 

You walked in behind Sehun, still in a dazed state after what happened. Neither of them questioned your behavior since Jongin was chattering away the whole walk to the apartment, and then him and Sehun were bickering in the elevator. But in your head, all you were doing was replaying the incident with Yixing. How the hell did you actually call him Lay? How did you slip up like that? Just “thanks” would’ve been fine but no, you had to tack a name on the end of there.

Thankfully, the two boys were still oblivious to your spacey state even as the three of you sat down to watch a movie together. Sehun was on his phone for parts of it, but him and Jongin were still going back and forth throughout the movie. Both of them were critiquing the acting, the special effect -- basically anything that they could during the movie so you weren’t sure why they wanted to watch it. The only thing that interrupted them was Sehun’s phone dinging before he stood up and went to the door.

“A couple of friends wanted to stop by -- apparently it’s important so I said sure,” Sehun said over his shoulder as he went to go put his shoes on to go downstairs and let them in. “Hope you don’t mind, _____.”

You only half heard what he said, mumbling it was okay. But Jongin began lecturing the younger boy about how he shouldn’t have complained about manners and being polite when he just openly invited strangers to your apartment. But Sehun ignored him as he left, closing the door behind him.

You stayed spacing out on the couch, still replaying that awful embarrassing moment in your head. Sehun opening the door didn’t snap you out of it, and neither did his voice mingling with his friend’s. It wasn’t until you heard a third voice that your eyes went wide and your body went rigid. It was just a laugh, but it was one you recognized -- one that would probably haunt you in your dreams.

“Hey,” the way Sehun said the greeting made you and Jongin realize he wanted your attention, so you cautiously turned your head to see Sehun standing with a two shorter men -- one of which was already looking at you with those beautiful eyes that shot fear into your soul as of late, “this is Junmyeon-hyung, and this is Yixing-hyung.”

“I think I’ve met Junmyeon once before,” Jongin smiled. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi,” you mumbled before you shot up from the couch and decided the kitchen seemed like a way better room to be in right now. “I’m gonna grab a drink.”

You scurried out of the room, hoping to go unnoticed. You hoped that even though Yixing was staring right at you that maybe somehow he didn’t recognize you as the person that called him by his camboy alias. You knew that was impossible, but you still hoped, anyway.

Entering the kitchen, you went to the fridge, hoping to just get a bottle of cold water to calm your nerves. But when you had the door halfway open, it was pushed shut. You stared at the ring-clad hand that was holding it shut, afraid to let your eyes follow the arm of it up to the owner, but you did so slowly anyway.

Yixing stood there with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking or what he was feeling. He was showing virtually no emotion other than the quirked brow. He didn’t even say anything, and you were shrinking back away from his gaze, feeling like there was a weight pushing in on you.

When Yixing didn’t speak up, you said the only thing you could think of.

“W-why are you in my apartment...?”

To your surprise, he let out an amused chuckle, his eyes glancing away for a moment as he shook his head, “Sehun’s an acquaintance of mine. I thought that was pretty obvious when he introduced me. Of course, he did introduce me as Yixing and not Lay, so I could see why maybe it would be confusing to you.”

The smirk he gave you was teasing, and your cheeks immediately burned red as your gaze met the floor. You didn’t even know how to reply. Should you apologize? ...That was really the only option your brain could come up with.

“You watch me?” he asked, his voice soft but with a tinge of amusement.

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Obviously you did watch him but you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally admit to it. How could you even admit to that? And right to his face in your kitchen while his and your friends were in the living room.

“You don’t have to panic,” he laughed softly, letting himself lean against your fridge door so his shoulder was resting against it with his arms crossed. “I mean, I’m the one who gets off on stream for everybody to see. I’m already aware that people watch me.”

“Still...” you mumbled, still unable to meet his eyes.

“You’re cute,” he giggled.

That made you look up, your eyes wide. Why did he say that? Literally what part of this made you seem cute to him? Or maybe he was just sadistic and found your embarrassment to be cute. Maybe he was into that. ...Then again, you recalled a stream where-- 

‘Not the time, _____.’

“You wanna know something?” he asked. “I came here on purpose.”

“What?” you blurted, looking absolutely horrified.

Now you were being bullied by a camboy. This was a new low in your life.

He let out a laugh that sounded so genuine, you didn’t think you’d ever heard it in any of his streams. He just looked so happy that you wanted to look at him laugh and hear him laugh forever.

“I swear it wasn’t just to torture you more,” he insisted before he explained, “but you called me Lay and I’d never had that happen before. I vaguely recognized your friend, and he said you were friends with Sehun -- when he was talking about the complaining, I realized it was the same Sehun. Him and my friend, Junmyeon are friends, so I texted Junmyeon and asked if he could do me a favor.”

“A...a favor...?”

“Alright, so maybe it was a little bit to tease you,” he giggled with a shrug. “I just-- You should’ve seen your face when the name slipped out! I don’t know, I guess I felt...intrigued. Why were you so scared anyway?”

“You wouldn’t be horrified if you had to admit to somebody you watched them get off on the internet?” you asked.

“Nah, seems like it would be more their problem than mine.”

“It’s still not at the top of my list of conversations I’d like to have.”

“What would be at the top?” he asked with a playful smirk.

“Not this...” you muttered.

“Yixing?” the other boy poked his head into the room before his face spread into a smile. He looked amused about something but you didn’t know what or why. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Coming,” he nodded as the other boy left. He turned back to you, flashing a dimpled smile. “Come by the cafe tomorrow morning if you can. I’ll make you a drink -- my treat. Bye, _____.”

With a wave, he walked out of your kitchen. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath after his goodbye until you heard the door close and let out a sigh of relief.

Sehun and Jongin entered the kitchen, both looking around curiously.

“You and Yixing-hyung were in here for a while,” Sehun noted.

“Yeah,” Jongin looked at you with a crease between his eyebrows, giving you a questioning look, “did you two know each other?”

You shrugged, mumbling, “Kinda...”

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Wrong Assignment | Im Jaebum

MY FIRST REQUESTED ONESHOT! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT @jaesbbyg 🥰😊

Pairing: Reader x Im Jaebum

Words: 2,707

Genre: Smut

Warning: Dirty Talk/ Dominating/ Spanking/

Summary: you have always had a pretty intense crush on your college professor Im Jaebum. Often times you would write out your unholy fantasies in your notebook. They were for your eyes and yours alone. Until they weren’t anymore.

It was the beginning of the new semester at my university in Seoul when I first saw him: Im Jaebum. He was assigned as my college algebra instructor and I was grateful for it too. It makes it better that I’m good at math because all I do when I get to his class is just stare at him. Hard. His button up shirt with a plain black tie and dress pants was just enough to make me drool for the whole two hours I was there. His muscles protrude nicely in his white button up and the sleeves are always rolled up halfway so that I can see the veins around his beautiful hands and forearms. His eyes were the most beautiful dark brown I had ever seen, piercing even. Whenever he addressed me I had to look away for fear of getting lost or saying the wrong thing. And, like any major taboo crush, I wrote out all my fantasies of him in a journal. My journal. I have to keep it separate from my other college ruled notebooks because I can easily get them mixed up. I’ll label it one of these days.

Monday morning was all a blur. I woke up 15 minutes before my math class after failing to set my alarm to an earlier time. The late nights are really starting to get to me. I jump out of bed, do all the basic things like brush my teeth and wash my face, grab my math journal and run out the door. I would really regret not eating but it was better than being super late.

“Alright class please turn in your notebooks with the assignments from last week!,” Professor Jaebum’s voice booms throughout the massive hall of 60 of us. We pass our notebooks to the end of our rows and down to his desk. “Remember if you get more than 10 wrong you automatically fail the assignment and you don’t get a redo,” he strolls back and forth, peering up at us as if we were lambs to the slaughter. “We almost spent an entire month on this lesson so you all better ace this,” he locks eyes with me and I shudder. “or you’ll be seeing me next semester.” I look down at my desk. Jesus that stare could knock me out.

I get home just in time for lunch and have a few hours to kill before my night class so I spend that time catching up on The Vampire Diaries. I log into my Netflix ready to binge my life away when I here my email notification go off. Confused I open it up. The name PROFESSOR JAEBUM stares back at me in bold caps. I open the email:

Good afternoon Y/N

I am still at my office. I would like to talk to you about your assignment that you turned in today. Would you be able to stop by for a bit?

J.B

I raise an eyebrow and begin to type out my response:

Good afternoon Professor,

Yes I’m available. I will make my way over now

Y/N

I send it and pack my bag. Did I do the assignment wrong? I’ve never gotten an email like this from him before. I get up, not even bothering to change out of my tank top and adidas gym shorts. My anxiety starts to peek and I get anxious. Oh dear god I hope it’s not bad.

I nervously walk up to his office and knock on his door. I clench my fist tight, waiting for a response. “It’s open,” he says on the other side. I turn the knob and open the door. He’s sat behind his desk, his tie loosened and his first two buttons on his shirt undone. I swallow hard and avert my eyes. “Have a seat Y/N.” His voice is cold and stern. It made me nervous. Kind of aroused but mostly nervous. I smile awkwardly as he just stares at me. “So you wanted to see me?,” I shrug and ask softly. He smirks and stands up, my notebook clasped firm in his palm. “I just wanted to go over your submission with you if that’s alright.” I nod slowly, confused as to what this could be. He opens my notebook and stands up. “The first problem I asked you to solve was to simplify 3log3(-5),” he walks behind me and places my notebook in front of me. The moment my eyes see the page my stomach drops. There, I’m purple ink, was my entry about him. One of my most explicit. I almost scream curses at myself. I gave him the wrong notebook. His palms meet the table as he waits patiently for my response. My throat goes dry and I struggle to speak. “I can expla-,” he taps his finger on the first line of my entry. “Read it.”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “Wait what?” He snickers softly to himself. Suddenly I feel warm breath on my neck and I gasp. “Read what it says,” He says, his voice smooth as velvet. I rub my thighs together cursing myself internally. Now is definitely not the time to be aroused. I pick it up and start to read. “I imagine that he is the type of guy who is dominate. Like a “bend you over the knee and spank you” type of dom,” I feel his finger move my hair behind my ear swiftly that I shudder from the feeling. “Keep reading,” he says softly. I bite my lip and continue. “I also imagine that he likes to tease but at the same time keep going with the same pleasurable action…”

“Even if I beg him to stop from the intense feeling.”

I swallow hard and look at him. He finishes my sentence and I could feel myself become faint. “H-how much of this did you read?” I ask nervously. He smirks. “Almost all of it,” I gasp and bury my face in my hands. “I-I’m so s-sorry sir! I gave you the wrong one.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Yeah no kidding Y/N.” I grip onto my notebook and stand up, my eyes staying glued to the floor. “I’ll be going now,” I attempt to walk past him but he suddenly grips my forearm and yanks me back into his chest. “Look at me Y/N,” I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. I feel his hand hold my chin and lift it upwards, encouraging me to look at him. “Open,” he says harshly and I wince. I open my eyes and they immediately lock onto his. He looks at me as if he was starving and laid eyes on what he’s been craving all along. His pupils are so large that his eyes look more black than brown. “P-professor Jaebum?” He lifts an eyebrow and pulls me in closer. The air between us is next to non existent at this point. “What do you want right now?” His voice low and smooth sends tingles up and down my back. “I really think I should go,” I say softly. I can tell by the smirk growing on his face that not only did he not believe me but neither did I believe my own words.

“But you don’t want to, do you Y/N?” I feel his arm snake around my lower back. “You sure you don’t want me to,” he looks at my notebook and snickers. “bend you over my knee and spank you?” Before I can even respond he sits down on his desk, spins me around and lays me across his lap. He groans deeply. “Is this why you showed up to my office in these shorts?” He grazes his fingers over my ass cheek. “You ass looks so perky in these,” he leans down to my ear. “I want them off of you.” He yanks them down abruptly. I gasp at the sudden action and squeeze my thighs together. He moans again. “Pink lace panties,” he clicks his tongue. “And you really thought I’d let you walk out of here with these on.” His hand comes crashing down on my bare ass and I suck in a breath at the burning strike. Not only did it hurt but it felt so good. I lift my ass a little and shake it for him. He snickers. “That’s a good girl,” he grazes his fingers again and I giggle at the ticklish sensation. “Do it again please,” I ask politely and bite my lip. Another strike echoes throughout the room and I throw my head back at the pleasurable pain. “You like that Y/N?” I shake my ass some more. “Y-yes Professor,” he smiles and forces me to stand up. He grabs me by my ass and lifts me up so I’m sitting on his lap. He buries his face into my neck and I moan from the feeling of his lips on my damp skin. I shudder and moan with every wet and needy kiss from him. His arms are wrapped around my waist to keep me from moving away from him and I love it. I run my fingers along his undercut and suck in a breath once he licks my neck from my collar to my chin. “Uhhh sir, that’s so g-good,” I moan out. He grabs my ass cheek hard earning yet another needy moan from me. “You’ve been wanting this for soooooo long, huh Y/N?” I nod quickly. “Yes sir.” He smacks and jiggles both of my cheeks. My panties get damper with every passing second. “You gotta tell me what you want princess.” I bite my lip. “I want you to play with my pussy sir.” He lifts an eyebrow and sits up a bit. He pulls me into his chest again, our eyes locking onto each other. He reaches behind me, slipping his hand into my panties. I feel his fingers slip into me with ease and I gasp at how long they are. He sees the look on my face and smiles. “Like that?” I nod quickly, too turned on to speak. “Fuck you’re so wet princess,” he starts to move his fingers agonizingly slow. “Do I make you this wet all the time Y/N,” he asks in a sing-song like tone. “What a naughty girl.” He picks up the pace and fingers me harder and faster. “Getting wet like this while I give a lecture must be torturous huh?” I throw my head back in ecstasy. “F-fuck!” I moan out as he picks up the pace. Keeping me in place, he rips his fingers out abruptly. I look at him, a panting mess. “wha-,” I start to say but he picks me up and places me on his desk. I look at him as he loosens his tie. “One thing to know about me Y/N,” he sticks his fingers covered in my juices between his lips and sucks them dry. My thighs mesh together again. “I’m a kinky bastard. And your little entries did not help tame that side of me at all.”

He unbuttons his shirt, his rock hard abs and pecks glistening from the light cascading from the window behind us. He throws it behind him and the shirt is caught on the doorknob. He grips me by my waist and yanks me to the edge of the desk. His intoxicating cologne hits me like a tidal wave when he stands between my thighs. His piercing eyes burn into mine as he lifts his fingers to his mouth. He spits on the tips of his fingers and brings them down between us. Not once did he break eye contact with me. I gasp when I feel them press hard against my clitoris. He starts to rub me slow, stars overtaking my vision. I throw my head back overwhelmed by my little bundle of nerves being pleased so slowly. He grips my head and forces me to look back at him. “Don’t you dare,” he says picking up the pace. The circular motions intensify and I moan loudly. “I want to look at your pretty face contort the closer you get,” he gets closer to my face. “I wanna hear you beg and whither away by my hand,” he licks my lips before giving them a soft peck. He presses his fingers harder against me and I whimper. Stars and birds dance around my head and I can barely think straight. “Mmmm just like that,” he kisses me hard, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth to pull slightly. I take my hands to his hair, trying to give my trembling hands something to do so that I’m not tempted to reach down and stop his actions. His kisses alone have me pooling along with his fingers and I can hardly breathe anymore. “S-s-si-sir I’m go-gonna…,” he picks up the pace again making me moan out loudly. “What was that Y/N?,” I scream out as he rubs me harder and faster. The boiling in my stomach begins to reach its peak and I try to hold it in.

At the last minute his finger switches positions and goes right under the hood of my clit and pushes upwards at a rapid pace. I scream out. This new positioning of his fingers is absolute bliss. My clit is absolutely defenseless and I am living for the feeling. My legs begin to convulse and shake. “Uh-uhh o-oh my g-god baby...y-yo-ur f-f-fingers…,” I struggle to speak as he keeps the pace and pressure. He kisses my neck again as I cry out. “Sir please…” he doesn’t stop. I grow weaker and weaker the longer he goes on. I lay back against his desk struggling to catch my breath. Another orgasm begins to build in my stomach and I whimper. He snickers at me in my weak state. “Look at you,” he sticks his middle finger inside me and presses his thumb onto my swollen clit. “My fingers have you falling apart,” it doesn’t take long until my orgasm hits me again and I scream. I reach down and grab his hand. I start to sit up and look him in the eye. “P-please,” I croak. “I-I can’t l-last lo-onger,” he leans in and plants a passionate kiss on my lips. He stops, opens his eyes, smirks and whispers “well that’s too bad now isn’t it?”

With that he sticks two more fingers in me and begins to power drill me. I scream out, gripping the back of his neck. I throw my head back unable to comprehend the pleasure I was receiving. He gets me off hard and fast with his fingers and my legs begin to shake again. A new feeling begins to boil inside me and I am far too weak to fight against it. “Ahhhh f-fu-fuck b-baby, ke-keep going!” He goes deeper, grazing my gspot. All of a sudden the desk and floor are soaked beneath me. My professor, The one I’ve fantasized about almost everyday, just made me squirt for the very first time. I scream and yank his fingers out of me, immediately closing my legs. I lay under him, a whimpering shaking mess before him. I shudder as he caresses my arm. “Sweet girl,” he cooes. I look at him with hooded eyes. “I-I can’t move.” He smirks. “Allow me.” He grabs me, encouraging me to stand. “You should bring your journal around more often Y/N.” I chuckle softly, looking down again. He brings his face down to mine. His lips mold perfectly into mine again and a melt all over again. I feel his teeth tug my lips and stop him before it escalates. He looks at me confused. “What’s wrong baby?” I shudder at him calling me that. “I should probably go. If I don’t then this won't end,” he cocks an eyebrow and smirks. He grabs me by my thighs and I instantly wrap my legs around him. “What's so wrong with that?,” he lays me back on the desk slowly, sending wet kisses all over my chest. “We have all afternoon.”

[fairyscribbles]

Boiling Bite. (Chanyeol, Wolf!au) 2/2

Hello guys! A few little changes!

I will try to again re-update a lot of the lists that I have here, because not only they were not up to date, they are a bit glitched, as I saw when uploading that Baekhyun story!

I also thought of putting up my ko-fi link again. I stopped doing it for a while because I was pretty content, but as I started working, my financial needs rose up as well, due to travel, food etc etc. I am also really shooting to go to the JLPTs again and obtain the highest level (N1). For that, I need the books for it. I already bought the grammar book, so I need the vocab, kanji and reading so I can prepare and hopefully go try out the summer dates of the test!

It’s also a bit hard to update for me now not only because of school but also because of the house renovation. My desk is really cluttered from all the things I’ve had on shelves and my laptop has been connected to the TV for about three weeks now and has been exclusively used for Netflix ^^’ I did go back to writing into notebooks though, and I’m biting through a few of the requests. Who knows, maybe once I’m done, I will open them again!

Well now, after this super long essay, let’s enjoy the second part of the Kris story I have posted a while back!

If you need to refresh your memory, here is the first part! If you like what you read, you can support me on ko-fi!

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Everything burned and everything hurt. You didn’t remember when was the last time you were conscious for more than five minutes. The pain always knocked you out before you could go insane with it.

You could clearly remember that night... the dark alleyway... Kris’ mate crying into her phone, begging Kris to come and save you. 

The two vampires standing, ready to pounce. 

You stepping between the vampires and Kris’ mate.

And then the bite.

It was as if somebody suddenly poured acid into your veins and the blood carried it all over your body. It felt horrible. You wanted to die as you felt the ice cold fangs digging into you, sucking the life out of you.

It might’ve been gone in a few seconds, but it felt like hours to you.

They came and saved you. But it was too late, as you crumbled to the ground and you screamed in pain.

You felt someone, Chanyeol probably, picking you up and cradling you to him, but it didn’t do anything with the horrible pain that coursed through your body.

That’s when you blacked out the first time.

- 

The first time you came to was when you felt someone settle down next to you.

“Ch-Chan…” your voice was too raspy for you to continue, a coughing fit interrupting your question.

“It’s me, ___.” Answered the voice that did not belong to your mate. Kyungsoo wiped at your forehead, the wet cloth gathering the sweat that trickled down your face.

“What…what…happene-“

“You were bitten. It’s the werewolf genes and vampire saliva that’s making you hurt.” You whimpered as the washcloth trailed down your face onto your neck, to the bite mark. A strangled scream ripped through your throat when the cloth dabbed at the wound and you immediately cowered from the pack’s healer. You heard him apologize, but everything was pronounced so slow and the way your eyelids seemed to drop, you knew you were out of it once again.

-

“Alright, ___. We need to get some of the bad blood out. This is going to hurt a lot, so we’re going to do it by bits, alright?”

You slowly grew accustomed to the pain, you were beginning to understand how it worked, how it always came in waves at you. It could’ve been two days since Kyungsoo’s visit, but it could’ve been two weeks as well.

You nodded shakily, tilting your head to the side and revealing your neck to him. Kyungsoo sighed, placing everything he was holding onto the nightstand before looming over you, his lips on your neck.

“Try to hold on as long as possible…” he mumbled quietly, his breath ghosting over your skin, before his lips closed over the wound. The first suck had you arching against him in a scream, your fists bunching in his shirt. You screeched, pleading for him to stop, trashing from side to side. You could feel the lift slipping from you from every suck by Kyungsoo’s lips. It ended just a few seconds after, yet it felt like eternity.

Kyungsoo spit out the blood he held in his mouth, its color a washed out red and more yellow than anything else.

“You did great, ___.” Kyungsoo gently stroked your cheek, trying to somehow calm you down.

“Chan…” you coughed heavily after that.

“What was it, ___?”

“Where…is…Ch-Chan…Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo fell silent for quite a while after that. Every passing second was like a dagger to your heart.

“He’s out hunting. He left three days ago, he didn’t come back yet.” Kyungsoo told you and yet you somehow knew it was a lie. You swallowed the tears that crept up on you and nodded to the tense Kyungsoo.

“You should try to get some sleep, ___-ah. We’ll try to get out more tomorrow.” His voice was gentle as if he was talking to a child. You nodded again, the grip of consciousness already slipping past your hands.

The last thing you thought of was Chanyeol’s voice, desperately calling your name.

-

Chanyeol sighed as he walked through the door. His body was full of kinks and soreness that wouldn’t be able to go away even after extended rest. As if he could do that, anyway.

For the past few days, he hadn’t thought about anything else, but revenge. He spent the past three days hunting down a vampire coven, making sure he would get every and single one of those suckers.

He kicked off his muddy boots and entered the house, his jacket a bloody pool on the floor. As he passed the mirror, he noticed the deep bags under his eyes and hallowed face.

He was only a ghost of what he used to be. He felt it, in his skin, his bones, in his very form, something changed. And he didn’t know how he would bring it back.

-

They switched every day. At first, only Kyungsoo would come, but later on, Suho replaced the healer, calling in Jongin to hold you down while sucking out the poison. The day after, the two switched and after that, Minseok and Luhan took their turns in trying to make you feel better.

You had already filled a whole glass with the yellowish substance and your mind was free from the sticky mist that clouded your senses.

It had its downfall, as it made the pain of healing clearer and the realization that since the night you’ve been bitten, Chanyeol hasn’t seen you once. Not a single time you felt his presence beside you and that made you tear up.

You probably disgusted him. You were bitten. And broken. Who in the right state of mind would want a broken mate? You thought as Kyungsoo gave your neck one hard last suck.

“Kyungsoo…” you choked out, stuttering over the lump in your throat.

“Yes? What is it?” he answered after cleaning his mouth, the poison still rocking slightly in the cup.

“K-Kill me.” You sobbed, the tears sneaking up on you. You could almost feel Kyungsoo freeze.

“What?” he wanted to you repeat as he slipped his hands around yours. You gripped him desperately.

“Please, just…let me have it over with. Just kill me and let that be…it.”

“Are you crazy? What about Chanyeol?” his voice sounded as if he still didn’t believe what you were saying. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked at the ceiling, illuminated by moonlight.

“He…he doesn’t care about me anymore.” You had to wait a moment after saying that to calm yourself down. It was far too painful.

“I don’t blame him, though.” You added with a smile, even through the tears.

“Who would want a mate that is tainted by the enemy?” Kyungsoo squeezed your hand, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb.

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve heard, ___. And I’m in a pack with Jongin, which means I’m listening to stupidities on a daily basis.” You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but to chuckle shortly.

“Chanyeol wants you all the time. NO matter how you act, look or feel.”

“Then why isn’t he here?” Kyungsoo was quiet for a long time, weighing out his options. IN the end, he sighed, shaking his head.

“I would like to know that, too.” He rubbed your hand some more. It wasn’t the same thing as being comforted by your mate, but it came close.

“Just go to sleep, ___. You did good today.” You squeezed Kyungsoo’s hand one last time, before slowly rolling on your side. You instinctively awaited Chanyeol’s arms wrapping around you and pull you to him, but that never came.

-

Before Chanyeol could sigh and slip off his jacket, he was shoved back by a furious looking Kyungsoo.

“You need to start taking care of your mate.” He growled in a low tone, his eyes flickering gold.

“I am.” Chanyeol mumbled under his breath, trying to keep his cool.

“I’m avenging her. Killing every motherfucker I can get my eyes on.”

“She doesn’t need that. She needs you. But you’ve been too much of a pussy to face her.”

“What?” Chanyeol hissed, his beast stirring. Kyungsoo’s face showed he was being serious about what he said.

“I said, you’re too much of a pussy to look at her. You need to start taking care of her.”

“Do you even know how it fucking feels like? Being in my place?” Chanyeol asked, his tone menacingly passive as he came closer to Kyungsoo.

“Do you know the fucking feeling, when the person you love the most, the person you would die for, gets hurt? Like that? In front of your own fucking eyes?!” Chanyeol’s growl gradually turned into roaring.

“Do you even know how I feel when I walk around the room and I hear her screaming? Because I was unable to help her? Do you know the feeling?”

“And do you fucking know what you’re doing to her now? Did you even know that she asked me to kill her yesterday?” Kyungsoo’s words were like a thousand daggers, stabbing into his heart. As he heard about your wish to die, his knees buckled.

“W-What?” Kyungsoo smiled grimly as Chanyeol’s shock-ridden state.

“She thinks you don’t want her anymore. She told me that you probably think of her as disgusting since she was bitten by a vampire.” Chanyeol sighed deeply, sliding down the wall he was leaning against.

“Fucking hell…” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. Kyungsoo knelt down next to him, laying his hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Look, I’m not going to try to convince you that it wasn’t your fault. You wouldn’t listen to me anyways. But killing vampires won’t help her. She needs you close. She needs to know that she’s still wanted.” Chanyeol sighed, nodding. He was too weak to say anything else.

“The sucking of the poison is very painful for her. She needs her mate. If you would do it, the poison will be gone in a few days.” When Chanyeol still didn’t answer, Kyungsoo patted his back once more and he stood to leave.

“Kyungsoo…”

“Hmm?” he turned around to look at Chanyeol. Only then he noticed how the biting affected him. He looked like hell- there were big bags under his eyes, his clothing hung on his disappearing frame and his shoulders seemed slumped with eternal luggage.

“Thank you. For everything.” Kyungsoo smiled softly.

“We’re brothers, Chanyeol. I would do anything for you.” At this Chanyeol smiled slightly.

“Even so. Thank you so much.”

-

You stirred when your bed dipped with another weight settling on it. Your fever had gone up again, so you didn’t recognize what was happening until the unknown person cupped the back of your neck and tilted your head to the side. Your blood started running faster as you realized what’s happening.

“No, Kyungsoo…” you whimpered quietly, your fists balling into his shirt. The body seemed different from Kyungsoo’s though.

“Please, no more…” you tried to cover the wound by tilting your head, but he nudged it aside with his nose. As you tried to fight back, more weight settled over you.

“Calm down, ___-ah…” a low voice rumbled above you and you suddenly knew who it was.

“Chanyeol?” he answered you with a hum, as he lightly licked your neck. Your breath hitched and you wound your hands around his torso, bringing him close. Chanyeol swiped his tongue over the wound once more before he closed his lips around it, giving it an experimental suck. He shuddered when the bad blood entered his mouth, but it didn’t stop him from sucking harder. It was much different, the cleansing with your mate. It was almost pleasurable for the first seconds and you pushed him down onto you some more, panting quietly. Chanyeol paused a while to spit out the venom in his mouth before diving in for more. This time, it was more uncomfortable, and you squirmed against him, your hands bunching in his shirt and tugging on it, to pull him away. He stayed relentless though, as he sucked harder. The first hard suck was painful.

“Chanyeol…” you whimpered, squirming some more. Once again, he leaned away to spit out.

“One more time, baby.” He assured you, closing his mouth around the wound again.

It was painful the last time, just as it was with the others. You arched your back, trying to get him from you, you tried swinging your head from side to side, but Chanyeol’s hold on you was tight, not letting go until you actually screamed out.

He quickly spat out the remaining poison and had you in his arms in seconds, holding you against his chest securely.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I’m sorry…” he kept repeating in your hair, stroking it comfortingly.

It took a while for you to calm down and to realize that he was actually with you. After the week of separation, it seemed unnatural.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore…” you mumbled under your breath, holding onto him tightly. He reciprocated the grip, kissing the crown of your head.

“Are you kidding me? You’re my mate. I warned you about this before you signed your soul- it’s a job for life.” You giggled tiredly- the cleansing always had a dizzying effect on you- maybe because you lost a lot of blood.

“Will you stay?” you asked, looking up at him. You didn’t let him have much of a choice. There was a small chance he would be able to get out of the grip you had on him, anyways.

“Forever.” He said, kissing your lips.

[lovebug5151]

Gramp vamp Au

So I found this Au while going though @inkspottie page, cause she already had such a great Batim story, and I found this Au! It’s an awesome idea so I just had to make a story out of it!

Henry had always told Joey that patience was best when dealing with people. And Joey never listened. As Henry stood on his doorstep looking down at Joey, he mentally laughed. That the great, GREAT Joey Drew had been reduced to begging on his knees at his former employee and ex-friends door was incredible. This might just be his warped emotions messing with him but he wanted to laugh. He couldn’t laugh, but that was besides the point.

Joey started mumbling somehing bout the studio and Henry put his hand up to stop him. He stared down at him and reached for the small notebook and pen in his pocket. Okay. Start again Joey. Why the hell are you here and what the fuck do you want from me?

Joey froze for a second. “Y-you can’t talk?” Henry sighed. Yes. My larynx got injured when I was in the army. You said to never contact you again so I didn’t.

“I-I didn’t, I mean,” Henry put his hand up again and made a universally known handgesture to tell him to get going on what he was saying. “Ahh uh yes. Well, y-ya see, you, you were right Ross.” Henry raised his eyebrow. Huh. He was right huh?

Joey quickly continued. “I made someone at the studio mad that I shouldn’t have and, and now I need your help. I- I know you said you won’t help anymore, telling me don’t come cryin at your doorstep, but please, I-i need help.”

Henry frowned. Huh. Joey never begged like that. Something bad must have happened. He put his pen to paper again and Joey read it. I will help. Explain to me in the car what happened. But first, come on in. I need to tell Linda what’s happening.

Joey nodded. “Y-yes of course! The misses must know!” Henry shook his head with a sigh as he walked inside. The little house was cozy. It was clean, but you could see the use. A couple dishes sat on the counter, a pizza box was by the trash, there was art on the walls. But as Joey walked in he froze. Linda looked up and froze too. She then stood up, walked over to Joey, and slapped him. He staggered back, then muttered something about how he deserved that. Linda was just staring at him, until Henry walked behind her and hugged her. She leaned back into his embrace as he started signing in front of him. Joey didn’t know what was being said but Linda did. “I’m going to help Joey. I’ll be gone for a bit. Some problem in the studio.”

“Do you have to leave now?” Linda asked quietly “after this morning when you-“ “yes yes I’m fine Linda.” Henry smiled down at her. “That’s the shorted episode I’ve had since the war ended. I’ll be fine.” She sighed and stood up. “No stopping you I guess. Go pack. Joey, stay there. I’ll grab a quick snack for you. Looks like you ran the whole 2 hour ride from there to here.

She walked into the kitchen and Joey gratefully sunk into a couch. Down the hallway in his room Henry sighed before rubbing his head. The voice was urging him not to do it, that it would be a mistake, but he ignored it. It had always been there since he drew his little Bendy on the cels. He always tuned it out.

He finished packing the small bag and picked it up. If there was one good thing about the army, it was that they taught him the importance of packing the most you could without the bag Being too heavy.

He walked into the small living room to see Linda walking in with two small cups of tea. She handed one to Joey and one to Henry, then sighed. Well boys, once your done drinking those you should probably be on your way.

She smiled sadly and turned to Henry. “Dear, promise you’ll come back, please? I have a bad feeling about this, and it’s not just mah old bones.” Henry silent laughed before nodding, kissing her on the cheek. She smiled and grabbed the two cups, and put them in the sink. “Bye Linda.” Henry signed at her. “Bye dear!” Linda called back watching them leave. She sighed as she sat down again, hoping against hope that her feeling of impending doom was wrong. That Henry would be okay.

Henry was driving his car. Apparently Joey had ran all the way here. Joey was explaining what had happened and Haney almost ran of the road. He quickly pulled over. “VAMPIRES??” He signed quickly “JOEY WHAT THE HELL-“ “YOU KNOW I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR SAYING HENRY!!” Joey yelled at him. “I know it sounds insane, but I’m telling the truth! Look me in the eyes, tell me if I’m lying.”

Henry looked him in the eyes and sighed. His hand ran down his face as he closed his eyes, before taking out his little notepad. Joey. I can tell you believe what your saying but, this, this is insane! “I know Henry. I know. But it’s the truth.” Henry sighed before driving his car back onto the road and continuing to the studio. Joey kept explaining until they got to the studio. They parked and Henry put his head on the steering wheel. He took out his paper. Your telling me, that ol’ Bertie is a vampire? And he has half the staff under his control? What about the other half? He noticed Joey stay quiet and his eyes narrowed. Joey... “they aren’t vampires. Just, just leave it at that. Please.” Henry’s eyes narrowed, but he left that topic.

They started walking into the studio, and Henry just knew in his bones, that this wouldn’t be fun.

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God damn it he should have never come here. Linda was right. This was bad. Henry and Joey were running for he door. Some sort of ink monster and a couple bats were running- err flying towards them. Henry reached out his hand. Almost free! Then he heard a creak and a screech tore through his throat, the pain almost making him throw up. He hit the ground and blacked out.

———————

Joey stood, groaning. Damn. Why was that pitfall there? He saw that there was ink covering the floor and went over to the valve on the wall. He turned it and turned around watching the ink level go down before he froze. Staring at he bat that had just leapt off his friends neck. The bat almost seemed to taunt him, before flying deeper into the studio.

“Henry! HENRY!” Joey shook him. Dammit dammit dammit! If he hadn’t brought Henry here, if he hadn’t been such a jerk, this never would have happened.

Henry gasped and spat out ink, which made Joey feel even worse. He also had the demonic ink in him now. How his would change the vampire in him now, he didn’t know. Henry sat up, and opened his eyes to look at Joey. Joey gasped and took a step back, watching as Henry’s pointer teeth grew longer, and one of his green eyes was turning red. “J-Joey?” He signed at the terrified man, before he sighed and took out his paper. Surprisingly it wasn’t stained by the ink. Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. He joked a bit. Joey pointed at a small mirror in the corner and Henry went over there to humor him. He froze when staring at himself. Wh-what? He touched one of his sharp pointer teeth and winced as he cut his finger. He made a face when blood got on his tongue but didn’t do anything else before taking a deep breath and growling. “JoEy!” He screeched out, before coughing and falling on the floor. That hurt like shit.

“I-I’m sorry Henry I-I didn’t want this to happen I- i didn’t know!”

Henry growled, turning around to look at Joey. He took out his paper and started writing. What the actual FUCK JOEY! “I- i don’t know okay?? I’m sorry but I don’t-“ he froze when he looked behind himself as Henry sniffed the air. His eyes looked hungry before he shook himself. God that felt weird. He looked at Joey and He looked terrified. “H-Henry please I-“Henry suddenly pushed him to the side as he snarled at whatever was coming into the room. It looked like a monster made of ink. “A searcher...” Joey murmured. Well Henry was going to call it a snack. He was hungry... and it smelled good... He launched himself at it with a shriek, before he bit where his neck should have been and started drinking its ink. The creature screeched with pain, before dissolving. Henry felt good. He felt strong, stronger than he had since he got drafted in the war. He stood up before realizing what he just did. Henry jumped in the air shrieking in panic before he heard “Henry! Henry calm down! CALM DOWN!”

Henry turned around with a snarl signing fast “HOW THE HELL DO I CALM DOWN DREW I JUST DRANK THE INK BLOOD OF A CREATURE!”

“I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR SAYING HENRY, BUT CALM DOWN!” JoEy yelled back. “Im sorry This happened to you, but let me explain as much as i know. Please.” Henry huffed before moving to lean on the wall beside the doorway. “O-okay so you were bit by a vampire. But, but you also swallowed demonic ink-“ Henry’s eyes narrowed as he stared straight at him. “A-and Th-that’s also what the searcher was made of. S-so maybe y-you didn’t turn into a n-normal vampire, b-but you d-didn’t turn into a ink monster e-either.” Henry was frowning, staring at his friend. He sighed and drug his hand down his face again. He gave the universal stare of why before sighing and stepping forward. He pulled out his notebook and wrote well old friend. Should we keep moving?

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So I was gonna write all of this as a one-shot, but it’s already pretty long so I’m gonna put it on my AO3 account and continue it there. @inkspottie I’ll continue putting it here and tagging you in it. I need to get on my computer so I can copy and paste this, then it’ll be on my account.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Kirishima angstfluff? Please it can be anything you want *begs begs begs begs* you can delete this but myself figured to try and ask even though he isnt someone you currently writing for but if your writing wasnt so good i wouldnt have to ask and beg my english isnt vary good sorry :(

(>~

Nooooo he isn’t on the list, buuuuut since you really seem to want this I will, especially since kirishima is a baby boy. 

Guess next time I’ll be adding everyone to the list… You told me to do anything so i did as i please, and i hope you enjoy dis masterpiece *wiggles arms* Kirishima is such a man! 

All the female students loathed you in your class, you were too quiet for them, not only that but you were quite stunning, all the boys had taken note of it, unfortunately for you, so did the girls. Staring out the window as you sat in your seat you watched the rain fall from the sky. Noticing how the birds were taking cover in the trees, hiding from the droplets that could cause harm to them.

Hiding, something you wished you could do at this very moment. A group of girls were sitting not far from you, talking about you. Spitting out hateful remarks like, “god, if she were to be hit by a train none of us would care.” -They giggled.- “Yeah, i know right? Ugh without that pretty hair of hers i bet she would be hideous, not that its helping much now in my opinion.” -They giggled again.- “The guys only want her so they can say they’ve fucked her, i even heard one of them making a bet to see if they could.” They all laughed again once more, not caring that you could hear everything.

 ‘Why me?’ You thought while staring at the beautiful yellow bird.

With the ring of the bell the class had dismissed. You were gathering your things in your arms before one of the girls elbowed you hard in the side making you drop all of your belongings onto the floor. “Watch where you’re standing newbie.” The cruel girl laughed while walking out of the classroom. Kneeling down you began to re-gather her now scattered belongings.

‘I envy you little birdie, you’re able to fly and hide wherever you please. Unlike me, I’m trapped here with no one.’ Once your belongings were back in your arms you began to head towards your next lesson.

You were quietly sitting in your seat, attempting to read until you felt a paper ball smack you on the head, causing it to fall on the desk. Putting your book down you hesitantly picked up the paper ball opening it ‘Get lost’. You crumpled it up tossing it into the trash can. As you threw the paper ball into the trash you had taken note a male with grey hair was now bending down next to you.

“Hey there pretty little lady.” -Girls snickering in back- “You look awfully nice in our uniform ya know.” He said while a hand was combing through his hair. “I see you’ve been getting picked on lately, not cool, am i right?” All you could do was nod in agreement. “Why don’t i walk you to your next class? I could be like a bodyguard for you.” With a smirk on his face he held his hand out to her as the bell rang. Standing from your seat you gathered your things ignoring his hand, getting ready to walk past him you stopped at his side “If you really want to walk with me that’s up to you.” You firmly said beginning to walk out the door. “Well then wait up gorgeous.” The grey haired male finally caught up to you.

Nearing your next lesson you saw the male stick his foot out in front of you, with no time to react you had fallen over his foot. The male had “fallen” with you, only for him to land perfectly on top of you lifting your shirt for everyone to see.

Your face was white like the paper in your notebook, you felt sick and so lost. Questions spinning around in your head, why am i here? Why was i born? When will it end? Your eyes were pinched shut, all you could hear was the laughter of the male who had offer to be your bodyguard, along with a few others.

“That’s not very manly of you, man!” An abrupt shout had caused your eyes to skyrocket open. The male who had betrayed you was being launched off of you thanks to the fist that had made contact with his face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, man!” A boy with spiky red hair had the male by the collar of his uniform. “I think you owe her an apology! And the rest of you just stood there watching and laughing when she needed help! I don’t think any of you really belong here!”

You were on the school’s floor balancing yourself on your elbows, watching as this spiky red haired male stood up for you…

‘Someone… Is… Helping me? … No! He’s probably just another jerk!’ Fearful of your appalling thought you dashed away in a frenzy.

“Hey wait! Come back!” The spiky red haired male called out to you, but to no avail, you ignored it.

You were upstairs on the roof, crouched in a corner holding your eyes. You were doing your best holding it together, but you couldn’t do it anymore, the streams of tears flowed frantically down your face and to the ground. So caught up in your emotions you hadn’t heard the roof door open and drag to a close.

“He-Hey, please don’t cry.”

A hand was placed firmly on your shoulder to comfort you, only you felt it as an attack. Startled you immediately and unpreparedly attacked his hand, cutting him ever so slightly with your quirk.

An iridescent energy spread out like feathers was released from your shoulder area, most the iridescent energy flowed graciously around you as the a small bit became hard like teeth. Resulting in you cutting his hand.

“Please, no more… Why can’t you just leave me be.” Your head was curled up in the stale damp of your skirt as your quirk flowed all around you. When a breeze blew past you it would cause your hair to glide with the wind, along with your quirk. Giving you an almost angelic look.

Kirishima looked in awe, his mouth agape. Never had he need such a beautiful quirk before. It was so strikingly beautiful, so womanly…  “It’s alright, i’m not going to hurt you like everyone else. Please, don’t be afraid of me. It’s a man’s duty to protect a woman, not to cause harm. I’m Kirishima Eijiro.” He had held his hand out for you to take, waiting patiently for you to grasp it back. Yet, all you did was keep your head down, hiding your farouche expression unable to hear his sooth voice, blocking everything out.

Kirishima wanted to be there for you, someone like you shouldn’t feel pain, so when Kirishima gathered you in his arm you couldn’t hold back the sobs that broke free from your dry throat. You cling to his uniform, begging him why. Kirishima cradled you in his arms, unable to answer your pleas. He too didn’t know why you were being harrassed and pick on, the only answer he could come to think of was “I think they’re just jealous of you, i mean… look at you and your quirk. I don’t think i’ve ever seen someone radiate such beauty before, but don’t worry. I Kirishima Eijirou promise to keep you safe and out of harms way!”

It’s been awhile since you’ve felt so at ease, it was almost as if he lifted a heavy load off of your back. You quirk gathered around the both of you, in a shielding manner. Both you and Kirishima were enclosed by your iridescent wing like energy while he rocks you, one hand cradling your head as it laid on his shoulder while his other hand laid hard against the small of your back. “I’m ____-____.”  

Kirishima tugs you closer, clinging to you tightly, as if he’s afraid that you’ll disappear if he lets you go. Cradling you in his arms, his breath warm against the wet stain of your cheek. “Hey, ____. I’m going to get you switched into my class… I don’t know how, but i’m going to do it! I just have this gut feeling that you’re supposed to be with me… I me-mean! I meant you, uh! I meant you belong next to me! Wai-wait! That’s not what i-” The smallest giggle escaped from your swollen lips. Kirishima was a blushing mess until hearing your giggle, looking over he saw your lighthearted eyes glistening at him. “Kirishima, thank you. I haven’t felt this wholesome in a while.” Your quirk was now descending back into your shoulders, “Im so sorry i cut you earlier, when i’m upset it’s hard to control my quirk, you didn’t deserve that.” Kirishima grinned at you, “Look, you only got me a little, see.” Showing you his hand you saw there there was a paper thin cut, but you knew that your quirk was capable of more so how was this cut so small. That’s when it happened, his hand hardened right before you eyes.

 “My quirk is hardening so i was able to protect myself before it became worse. Now, whaddaya say we get you transferred somehow to my class! That way we can always stick together.”

Kirishima held his hand out to you once more as he stood up, only this time you grasped it back tightly this time around. The two of you smiling at one another as if you were both meant to be. Kirishima gave you a large grin, flashing all his sharp teeth at you.

It never occurred to you that years later you would be at Kirishima’s side, both working as pro hero’s, but it especially never occurred to you that all those years ago you were being held by your future husband, that it was your future husband who had come looking for you on the roof. After transferring to class 1-A Kirishima your then, future husband had help you learn to control your quirk and after that the rest was history.

~ admin Kiwi xo

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high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth 

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that��s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular  lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

[chimchimchoo]

Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 1

Genre: Pure fluff crack

Word Count: 2,510

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Collaborated with @tayvengeance

Chapter: 1

"CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!"

02-222-3333

Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.

authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/34626863 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.15

14:00

Mochi_Moves:

Will this make you feel happier?

SUGA:

What the fuck

Who is this?

Mochi_Moves:

That doesn’t matter. Did the picture make you laugh? c:

SUGA:

No what the fuck

I think you have the wrong #

Mochi_Moves:

Aw :c

No, I just found this number and wanted to make you a happy emo boy!

SUGA:

Wait, who are you

How do you know I’m emo

Also it’s not emo

It’s grunge

Fuck you

Mochi_Moves:

But..I’m not supposed to tell strangers my name :c

Just call me Mochi

I’ll be your anonymous friend c:

Why are you a sad grunge boy?

SUGA:

Life is a bitch

That’s why.

Mochi_Moves:

Ohmygod, this poor soul

Who hurt you??????

SUGA:

Like i’m gonna tell a stranger my life story

Mochi_Moves:

But didn’t you know?

It’s easier to tell strangers

Come on c: c: c:

SUGA:

Add another smile to that and I just might strangle you

I’m kidding

But not really

Mochi_Moves:

:c

SUGA:

Now that’s a relatable emotion

Mochi_Moves:

Okay alright

I won’t pressure you

You can tell me tomorrow c:

Instead tell me something happy about yourself!

c:

SUGA:

I have mint hair.

I guess that’s happy?

Idk

Coloured hair makes me happier

Mochi_Moves:

Mint???? Wow!

I’ve never seen anyone with mint hair

That must look so cool *.*

SEND ME A PICTURE

SUGA:

No, what if you’re a predator

I’ve watched Catfish

I know how this shit goes

Mochi_Moves:

But I’m not! Just the hair

Pleeeaaassseee?

c:

SUGA:

Only if you tell me who you are

Mochi_Moves:

How do I know you’re not a predator either?

Maybe you’re the bathroom janitor for all I know

SUGA:

YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KNEW I WAS AN

EMO BOY

YOU MESSAGED ME FIRST

Mochi_Moves:

I just found it in the bathroom and wanted to

cheer up a sad grunge emo boy

SUGA:

Goddammit Hoseok.

He fucking put my number on the

stall wall again, didn’t he

I’m gonna fight him

Last time he did this, I got calls

nonstop

Mochi_Moves:

Hoseok?

JUNG HOSEOK??????

SUGA:

for a week.

Holy shit.

You know my arch nemesis?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeah! I dance with him!

He’s a great friend

Annoying sometimes…

BUt wonderful c:

SUGA:

Holy shit

You’re that Jimin kid he always

talks about

The revered dancer

“God, Yoongi you should see him. The way he moves his body is

the closest humans will get to magic.”

Mochi_Moves:

He really said something like that?? Wow, he’s really pushing it

Hah..

But you exposed yourself,

Nice to meet you Min Yoongi c:

SUGA:

That’s Yoongi HYUNG to you

Well, since I know you’re not going to prey on my gay ass

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, well

Two gay boys can be friends

c:

So don’t worry

I won’t be a gay predator

SUGA:

Fellas,

Is it gay to have gay friends

Mochi_Moves:

Let’s try it and see if it’ll answer your question!

c:

SUGA:

Well, I showed my face.

Your turn, punk.

Mochi_Moves:

I’m not a punk :c

According to Hoseok

I’m a soft mochi

SUGA:

Is that that Taehyung kid

He’s in my art class

I swear to GOD

Loudass motherfucker

But I guess he makes me laugh

Mochi_Moves:

BITCHDV

WATCH WOT U SAY BOU

M E

I KNOW WHE REY

YOU SIT

SUGA:

Holy shit he’s been reading over

your shoulder?

Hey kid, you’re wild. I admire it.

Especially when you got the fire alarm to go off

in the middle of free painting the other day.

Idk how you did it. You didn’t even leave your

seat.

Mochi_Moves:

I hav my ways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Next time i jasdskjf

Sdfgk

Sorry! Taehyung took my phone

When I left the room

But yes it’s the one and only

We’re roommates

c:

SUGA:

I see. So no hanging at your place.

Haha

I’m just kidding

Not really

But yeah

Mochi_Moves:

Oh, so you do want to

come over sometime then?

Is that what you’re saying?

c: c: c:

SUGA:

I thought we had bonded over being

Hobi’s friend

I thought WE were gay pals

Without it being gay

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, you’re right!

I thought maybe

You already went onto the next base

Im so glad it didn’t turn out like that

My best gay pal c:

Second to Taehyung of course

SUGA:

I mean, you are a handsome fella

But

I don’t uh, date, really.

Mochi_Moves:

Ahhhh, does your love life

have to do with you being a sad emo grunge boy?

A tragic backstory?

SUGA:

A tale for another time.

(like far beyond this time)

Hahaha

Mochi_Moves:

So like

tomorrow?

SUGA:

Someone’s persistent

Why do you wanna know so bad?

Gonna try to fix the depressed grunge boy?

Mochi_Moves:

You’re just an interesting person

Min yoongi

I’ll figure you out c:

SUGA:

That’s hyung to you, brat.

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.16

02:30

Mochi_Moves:

Did this cheer you up?

c:

He had too much soju last night

SUGA:

You all drank without me

What the fuck

Mochi_Moves:

I’m sorry :c

I’ll invite you next time!

It was a night out for the dance team

But it can just be us the next time

And I’ll bring taehyung

And hoseok

c:

You don’t want to be around the dance team

When they’re drunk

Trust me

SUGA:

I’ll take your word for it.

Mochi_Moves:

But did it cheer you up????

SUGA:

How can I not laugh at his dumb face

Mochi_Moves:

Just don’t tell him

He’ll make me do push ups for days

if he finds out I have this

considering he blacked out

and doesn't remember a thing

heh

SUGA:

I told him you found my number yesterday

He screamed

Then he sent me this:

And asked how gay I was for you

Mochi_Moves:

DELETE THIS NOW

!!!!

SUGA:

No. it brings me joy.

Mochi_Moves:

Yoongi

Whyy

:c

SUGA:

Hey, haven’t you been trying to make me

happy?

It worked.

Mochi_Moves:

That’s true..

My pain is your happiness

c’:

SUGA:

But I told him I wasn’t gay for you

AND THEN

He sent me this:

And said “how about now?”

I just need to know, what was the

occasion?

Mochi_Moves:

Why does hyung still have this

I swear

I’m going to go talk to this..

Brb

He’s in the other room

c:

SUGA:

Tell him I said thank you for our new

Kakao chat background pic

Mochi_Moves:

YOU DIDNT

MIN YOONGI

TELL ME YOU

DIDNT

SUGA:

Mochi_Moves:

That’s..heh

I don’t know what to say to that

Asdfhjkl

That was a performance I did a few years back

For a dance competition

Hoseok hyung begged

I didn’t want to

But i did anyway, it’s hyung

I can’t say no to him

I retired the exposed chest look

So don’t expect another one

C:

Ever

SUGA:

Not to sound gay or anything

But

You have a nice body.

Good job.

Mochi_Moves:

What about you Mint Yoongi?

What do you do?

SUGA:

Write/compose/play music

A lil art here n there

I’m skilled on the piano.

And I have some beats on soundcloud

Mochi_Moves:

Wow! I love a good artist c:

Have you released anything to music companies??

SUGA:

Uh...

Kinda?

Mochi_Moves:

You must be famous! Can I hear some of your work??

SUGA:

I’m about as famous as you.

https://soundcloud.com/bangtan/agustd103

There you go, I guess.

Mochi_Moves:

It sounds amazing!

You’re so talented

One day you could compose a song

For one of my shows???

How cool would that be?!

SUGA:

Woah, take me to dinner first

Mochi_Moves:

So are you asking for a date??

Mint Yoongi

We haven’t even met formally yet…

So fast..

SUGA:

You were the one talking about intimacies

Composing a song for someone is as

intimate as fucking them.

Mochi_Moves:  

Alright alright

Just gay best pals

Who’ve never met

c:

SUGA:

Well are you insinuating that we should get up

get out and go meet somewhere?

Mochi_Moves:

That would be a good start

Besides

Hoseoks been wanting me to meet you for forever now

I just never had the time

Let’s do it for the sake of this poor hyung

SUGA:

It’s a monday morning.

I don’t have class.

We’re getting coffee.

Also

Why is Hobi hyung but you REFUSE TO

CALL ME HYUNG

Mochi_Moves:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Meet me at the campus cafe at 10?

SUGA:

Yeah. Sounds good.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.25

13:00

SUGA:

Hey

Heyyy

Heyyyyyyy

Jimin

Ji

Min

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoongi?

Hi!

What

What is it?

SUGA:

Did I leave my composition notebook

at your place? I can’t find it

And I’m honestly freaking out

I’m gonna have a panic attack

All my songs are in there

And some stuff I don’t want people

poking around in

Mochi_Moves:

Give me just a second, I’m walking back to my room

I’m almost there

SUGA:

Fuckkkkk

Okay

It’s okay

Mochi_Moves:

Oh goodness

Uh

I found it!

I caught Taehyung holding it, but I don’t think he read anything

I’ve never lurched at him so quickly

Do you want me to drop it off?

c:

SUGA:

Yes <3

Ew

That heart was so entirely

A you thing

Mochi_Moves:

Aw c:

You’re sending hearts now

SUGA:

Did it make yours go bangya bangya

Mochi_Moves:

Just a little

c:

SUGA:

That’s fucking gay wow

Mochi_Moves:

I’ll safely return your notebook now!

I’ll guard it with my life

And I won’t read anything

I promise

<3

SUGA:

Jimin

You’re a true hero

I might end up composing that song for

you if you don’t watch out.

Mochi_Moves:

You want to go to the next base already?

wow

I’m impressed

SUGA:

Don’t get your hopes up, sweetie

My emotional capacity is that of a

teaspoon.

Mochi_Moves:

If you triple the recipe, you’ll get a tablespoon

I just gotta triple my love

And your emotional capacity will go up

c:

SUGA:

Which girl group sang that

Bc that’s what you sound like

It’s pretty gay.

Mochi_Moves:

I live with a gay roommate,

I learn a lot of gay things from him

Now open up Mint Yoongi

I’m outside

SUGA:

I would yell @ you for not calling me hyung

But i want my damn notebook.

I’m coming.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.27

02:50

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoondi

Min

T

Yonff

Ccd:

SUGA:

Wha

Are you drunk?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeff

Yessd

So muffh soju

Whaff aru yo u ding

SUGA:

Where are you?

Are you safe?

Mochi_Moves:

I jusf go t home

Tae t ae passef out

I wasa bored

And mussed u

SUGA:

You saw me like 7 hours ago

Mochi_Moves:

Oghmygo

Ohmydo

That wascd so lo ng ago

::(

SUGA:

Jimin

You should drink water and go to sleep

Please

For your health

Mochi_Moves:

Im

Im nof tierd

Ill  dinrk wahter though

Aru you still u p wrintinh musi

C

???/

SUGA:

As usual.

Mochi_Moves:

WHAt isi it about this tim e/?

SUGA:

My first love.

Mochi_Moves:

Fird love?

I neve r heARd anything abo ut your love life

Didi somethin rly happen to make u

An emo grunge bo y?

Can you ttell me about it??

SUGA:

Not when you’re drunk.

Ask me when you’re sober.

Mochi_Moves:

Ehehhehfdhe

You sitll won t share about yourself :c

I thoght we were best gay pals

I thoufht we got close enough to talk abuot these kind

Of things

SUGA:

Your hangover is gonna be nasty.

How about

I come over in the morning, bring some fire ramen

And tell you about me.

I just don’t want you to forget the conversation.

Mochi_Moves:

Wooooooooooow

minT yoon gi

The sweetest man

Fire ranen sounds

fantatiiiiiiifc

SUGA:

You bet your ass I’m the sweetest man

I’ll fuck up anyone who says otherwise.

Mochi_Moves:

Sweet as suga r

c:

SUGA:

Damn right i am

Mochi_Moves:

<3/

Chat With The.V.Zone

2015.11.29

15:00

The.V.Zone:

Lstn Yoongz

I saw your notebook

SUGA:

I figured you weren’t above snooping in my shit

Trying to figure me out

Or whatever.

The.V.Zone:

I was nvr a fan of you in the first place

Ill b honest

SUGA:

Understandable.

I used to find you unbearably obnoxious

The.V.Zone

I don’’t kno what my Chim has goin on in his head

But he’s all ovr u these days

And im gttn weird vibes

I dnt feel comfortable with this situation

Bck off a little

Chim is a sensitive soul

I don’t want any1 hurting him

SUGA:

Just curious, but what did you read

The.V.Zone

Smthn abt ur first love

SUGA:

Ah.

That’s uh,

I wrote that about my piano

The.V.Zone

Wut.

SUGA:

Look, my family situation was kinda

Eh

It wasn’t great

So I played piano and wrote music

And well

I fell in love with it.

I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved.

The.V.Zone:

…

weLL WHY DIDNT U JUST SAY SO

LOOK @ U

A SOFT EMO BOY FALLIN IN LUV

WITH A

PIANo

Wow u r so gay

SUGA:

My name is literally sugar, why are you all

so surprised to find out i’m nice?

The.V.Zone:

U always look rly grumpy

Like ur ready 2 kill someone

I dnt want my Chim around a murderer

SUGA:

It’s call resting bitch face and I’m sorry it

bothers you.

Jimin is a dear friend to me. I would never

do anything to hurt him.

The.V.Zone:

Well

If u say so

THEN BY ALL MEANS FEEL FREE 2 CUM OVR ANYTIME

But im not kiddin bout backing off

Chims mine

Furever

SUGA:

Wait, are you harbouring romantic

feelings for Jimin?

The.V.Zone:

Am i

Am i harborinfdsf

LMMAAAAAAAAOO

Ohmyg o d

Hyung

Ur so funny

Im crying

Oh dear god no

Im happily taken

But ty for ur concern

SUGA:

See, we don’t talk so I don’t know these

things about you.

Don’t worry

You still and will forever remain Jimin’s #1

The.V.Zone:

Good

But wait

What abt u

R u harboring feelings for my Chim??

SUGA:

…

I liked it better when we weren’t talking

The.V.Zone

Oh

O h

OH

I liked it better when we weren’t talking too.

BUT 2 LATE 4 THAT

SPILL THE JUICES

I WONT TELL I PROMISE

SUGA:

Every single fiber of my being tells me that

that is a lie

The.V.Zone:

:)

U dont kno me

SUGA:

Yeah that’s the problem

The.V.Zone:

Okay

Rmbr Jimin’s recent performance?

U 2 sick with the flu

And cldnt go

SUGA:

:/ I still feel bad about that.

He was so excited for me to watch.

The.V.Zone

Well

I hve pics

V good pics

If u tell me ill send them 2 u

U wont regret

:) :)

SUGA:

You know, I might have misjudged you, Kim Taehyung.

I apologize for that.

The.V.Zone:

U r forgiven

SUGA:

Well. I haven’t told anyone this

but

I have

emotions

regarding a certain person

named

Park Jimin.

The.V.Zone:

*sigh*

Some1 in luv

With my Chim

SUGA:

You throw the word “love” out so easily

I’ve only known him personally for like 2 weeks

The.V.Zone:

Gr8 point

Thats why ur perfct 4 him

An intellectual

I’ll deliver what i promised

Cherish these with ur lyfe

Regrettin that flu yet?

SUGA:

Holy shit

I’m gay