#so this was a quick but something im still happy with piece inspired by another post i saw earlier today

[rotfront-cunt]

ACHTOBER DAY 2 CORRUPTED EULR I am going to try and do all the achtober prompts, they probably wont get done by the end of the month but itll be fun and itll be good drawing practice!!

[mariasont]

hi 🫶🏻 i was thinking maybe you could write spencer x reader inspired by taylor's I look in people's windows? for the plot it could be something like they were really close friends and reader was obviously in love with him but then he met meave and distanced himself from her, or maybe that he blames the reader for meave's death and is avoiding her, idk, whichever you prefer!!

i love your works, you're so good at writing!!

When the Swallows Come Again - S.R

a/n: hi my lovely you just know me tooooooo well. a swiftie plot line you ask? i am at your service

no but fr thank u so so sooo much for requesting i love YOU! 🫶🏼

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pairings: spencer reid x gn!reader (im pretty sure pls correct me if i added any use of pronouns)

summary: spencer blames you for maeves death…or so you thought

warnings: angst! (happy endings, yes ik im feeling gracious), talk of death, blood, guns, usual criminal minds stuff

wc: 2.5k

The asphalt beneath your boots felt gritty, the sound muffled by the thick blanket of snow. With one hand, you tried to guard your face from the snowflakes that seemed determined to kiss your skin. They might seem pretty from inside, but out here, they were just another reminder of your inadequate clothing against the biting cold.

The first rays of the sun began to stretch across the concrete, painting long shadows in its wake. Although you could have found your way in the pitch black if needed. Most places were still closed, but you knew that a coffee shop you used to love would be open. It wasn't your top choice, mainly because of the fact that you might bump into--

Him.

You knew it was him before you even saw his face, the hairs on your arm standing at attention as you stopped dead in front of the window.

It was Spencer, unmistakable even from a distance, his distinctive curls made into a celestial crown by the cafe's soft light. Your heart stumbled, plummeting down to your shoelaces. A thousand emotions crashed around you, a vortex happening to quick to untangle. These were feeling you had buried down, far deeper than six feet, hoping they'd never resurface. But that, you realized, was just wishful thinking.

You watched from behind the glass, feeling like a stranger to the world that Spencer now inhabited--a world where you once had a seat at his table. Now, you were the outsider, the unwanted observer. The sound of his laughter, which once was a comforting sound, now seeped through the door's crack, a mocking reminder of a severed tie. Your friendship was one that had bloomed like the first flowers of spring.

But flowers wither, and seasons change.

With Spencer out of your life, a subtle death crept over you, eroding you piece by piece. It was a death characterized by the loud allegations, the quiet of words left unsaid, and a friendship that had crumbled because he blamed you for Maeve's death.

Not just blamed, he hated you.

He hated you because you had tried to save Maeve, but you just weren't quick enough, because you couldn't beat the onset of gunfire, because you went in instead of him. You knew the cost: if he went in, he wouldn't have come back out. You didn't regret that choice. He's alive and breathing, and that's worth any cost--even if it means he never spoke to you again.

But there he stood, living and breathing--just as you intended, and suddenly your body seemed to malfunction. Your feet might as well have been part of the pavement, the snowflakes assaulting your face just as Maeve's blood did that day. Your heart threatened to burst, racing with a ferocity that set your veins on fire. You were scorching alive, and it was 17 degrees. 

In the aftermath, Spencer had taken himself off the grid, locked himself in his apartment, and you didn't take it to heart because his withdrawal was all- encompassing. He was avoiding everyone. But then he came back, and it was as if you alone were invisible to him. You tried, with every fiber of your being, to bridge to gap, for him to let you be his best friend again, but your attempts were met with biting remarks and thinly veiled jabs.

It was exhausting. But he was grieving so you felt like he deserved a pass. He had been through so much, more than anyone on the team. Surely, if anyone deserved a pass, it was him. However, even the most generous pass has an expiration date, and six months of disregard made it challenging to keep validating the same worn-out ticket.

So, you submitted your transfer papers to the narcotics unit. You wanted to say a proper goodbye, but you weren't sure he'd care. So, you didn't. You waited until the office was empty, then disappeared without a trace. 

But it didn't hardly matter that you weren't physically around him because you found yourself searching for signs of him in everything you did. 

When you pulled on your socks, memories of his mismatching habit surfaced, and the way he'd cheekily taunt you for your staunch preference for matching white ones. When you went to the grocery store, you'd unintentionally wander to the aisle with the dark chocolate almonds, his favorite.

Every time a swallow flitted across your path, you were reminded of him. "Swallows return to the same place every year, but not the same partner," he had once explained.

The thought always stuck to you, like gum on the sole of your shoe, because now it was a poignant parallel to your own stupid, fractured bond. Connections were never meant to endure. You knew that now.

It was too late to reverse course when he spun around, catching you red-handed. Your mouth flapped open, a fish out of water, as you willed your feet to moved forward. The need for coffee paled in the comparison to the need to leave. But his reflexes outmatched yours, and the door swung open before you could make an escape.

He said nothing, just stared, and you came to a near-instant stop, narrowly avoiding a collision. The frosty air of your breath fogged the space between you, briefly distorting your view of him, softening his edges into the Spencer you once knew.

Now that he was within arm's reach, you could discern the finer aspects of his face. He looked good, tired, but good. He always looked good, but time had sculpted his features into something more profound. His hair had grown out, curling at the ends, and a stubble now sketched the contours of his face. 

"Hey."

Had you not been so captivated by the shape of his mouth, the faint sound would have been swallowed by the buzzing in your ears.

"Hey," you whispered, but even that was too much for your shaky voice, breaking mid-greeting and leaving you exposed before him. "I'm sorry, I had no idea you'd be here. Um, I should probably just--"

You maneuvered around him, pushing down the vomit of words rising in your throat, consciously fighting the impulse to catalog every line of his face, cognizant of the fact that it might just be the last time you'd see him.

His hand clasped your wrist, and you were suddenly you were the newest member of the BAU again, rubbing elbows with the boy genius, telling him all your secrets with the exception of one. How madly in love you were with him. Were? Are? Past tense? Present tense? You tried not to think about it.

You were frozen in time—not solely from the physical restraint but from the searing sensation of his touch, a feeling you hadn't known in ages, as if igniting your skin through your sleeve.

"Wait, please," he pleaded, the desperation is his voice anchoring you to the spot. You turned back to face him, finding your faces nearly touching. You shifted, intending to create space, but his grip on your arm didn't drop, so you didn't move. "How have you been?"

The question threw you off guard, and it filled your stomach with an irrepressible swarm of butterflies, a feeling so alive against the biting cold that stung at your nose.

Your fingertips were going numb.

"I'm okay, you?" A complete lie.

You racked your brain for the last time you felt okay. Perhaps it was before Spencer had started talking with Maeve. You didn't even know about it at first, that might have been the worst part. He was your best friend, and he had omitted such a significant detail of his life from you.

He just started to distance himself, forging a gap between the two of you that seemed to rival the expanse of the Grand Canyon. Perhaps it was an overstatement, but as the events unfolded, the comparison felt justified. 

The change began imperceptibly, almost cruelly gradual. You would have preferred a quick yank of the Band-Aid, but it was a prolonged, painful peeling. The first sign was him not jumping at the chance to be partnered on cases like he usually did. Then, it progressed to him choosing seats away from you on the jet, and finally, it escalated to him leaving the room all together when you were in it.

It was an achy feeling, an all-consuming soreness that infiltrated every inch of your being. You didn't understand, didn't know what you did wrong. It wasn't long after this you found out about Maeve.

And then, as if fate had dealt its cruelest hand, she died, and suddenly it was your fault. You became the villain in his eyes, condemned for your hesitance, and because you refused to let him die. Maybe it could be seen as selfish, but without him, you would be nothing.

Yet here you were living without him all the same.

His inspection was more thorough than you were ready for. It stirred an urge within you to shrink away, to sprint into the anonymity of the dark streets, but your feet remained rooted to the spot.

"I've been better," he admitted, eyes shining with something you couldn't quite place.

"Oh," you begam, the syllable suspended in the frigid air, but before your thoughts could coalesce into words, Spencer cut through the silence.

"Why did you leave?"

Your brows pinched together, your mouth agape as a singular heartbeat was lost--and then several more. "You can't be serious."

He looked confused. "What? No, Hotch never really told us your reasoning."

The taste of a bitter laugh lingered at the edge of your lips. "Spencer, we don't need to do this whole act, okay? We don't have to pretend that I left for any reason other than you."

"Because of me?" His hands glided upward, pausing on your shoulder, and you loathed the part of you that wanted to lean into him. "What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding?" The words tumbled out, blinking away the tears of frustration that threatened to spill. "Spencer, I'm not stupid. I know you hate me. I know you blame me for what happened with Maeve. And I get it, you were grieving, and you had every right to be mad, and I just couldn't work there anymore."

"That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard," he cut in, his tone was sharp, yet somehow not unkind. "God, I don't hate you. I could never hate you."

"How can you stand there and say that?" you countered, your voice hurt and incredulous as you took a step away, the cold seeping into your bones and setting your teeth on edge. "You treated me like I was nothing, Spencer."

"Here," Spencer said, handing you his jacket. "You should know, prolonged exposure to cold weather can actually weaken your immune system."

"Oh," you said, slightly startled, feeling the warmth take hold in your cheeks. You rubbed your nose before pulling the jacket over your shoulders. It smelled just like him.

"I don't hate you, you know that, right?" Spencer's voice was soft, like he was whispering even though you were the only two on the street. "I'm sorry if I made you feel insignificant. You're far from it. You could never be nothing. But I was mad, and I let that get the better of me."

"But I tried, Spencer," you choked out, voice wavering, emotion thick in your throat. "I tried to save her. Maybe if I had more training, more experience... I know you wish I had let you be there instead, but I couldn't risk it, not with what I knew. And now our friendship is ruined and I--,"

"Hey, whoa, slow down," Spencer interjected, cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears you hadn't even noticed. "You think I blame you? Oh, my god, no, sweetheart. I was angry, yes, but it was because you were willing to step in front of a gun."

"You don't blame me?"

"Of course I don't," he breathed out as if he couldn't believe this is what you thought. "I'm so sorry for giving you that impression. It was never my intention."

Your emotions bubbled over into a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. "I really missed you."

Spencer's heart seemed to shatter than mend in an instant as he drew you against him. "Can I kiss you?"

Giggles spilled out through chattering teeth, punctuating the air as a wide smile graced your lips. "You want to kiss me?" 

"I want to kiss you."

The idea almost seemed to sweet to be true.

"Okay."

He kissed you, and with each snowflake that settled into your hair, Spencer drew you in closer. In a way that you had only dreamed of. The biting cold was there, but it paled in comparison to the blaze that was now ignited through your body. 

It was perfect, everything you had imagined and more--real, warm, and grounding. 

He pulled away slowly, blinking the same speed, snowflakes dusting his lashes like delicate frost.

“I know I’ve been… difficult,” he said, his voice rough, his breath wanting your frozen cheek at the same time.

You pressed a hand to his chest. “Spencer, you don’t have to explain.”

A moment passed, as if he were thinking about your offer, then his gaze found yours, piercing and profound, as if the solid ground you stood on was suddenly fragile.

“But I need to,” he said, the raw need in his voice pulling your straight back into the orbit of his words. “I was angry, yes, you almost got yourself killed. But I pushed you away because it was far easier than facing the fear that I might lose you too.”

The beats of your heart echoed loudly—thump, thump—in its bony cage as your fingers curled tightly into his shirt.

“Every time I looked at you, I saw what I could have lost, and that fucking terrified me.”

Spencer cussed, this wasn’t unusual, but the intensity behind it made you frown. His words, so honest, seemed pull you in, invading his personal space in an effort to get rid of yours.

“You’re not going to lose me.”

The sun was shining now, casting golden rays over the snow and Spencer’s face, framing him just as he was in your mind.

“Then let’s not waste anymore time.”

You love him. Present.

For a second you thought Spencer might be wrong because maybe, just maybe, swallows could return to the same place, and the same partner after all.

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[titan-god-helios]

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY HERE WE GO SO recently ive been doing a shit ton of research and all on autism and adhd and ended up with a pretty freaking solid self-diagnosis of both and that made me hyperfixate on the topic even more and i think at this point its become a special interest for me AND JUST AAAA I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT THIS SHIT SO MUCH although, having audhd, all my knowledge is like having an enormous library with no organisation or archival tools to my disposal at all and instead whenever a specific bit of info is prompted into my brain by a convo or stimulus the corresponding book on the shelf wiggles n shuffles around a little and i have to go sprint to get it before the shuffling stops and i cant find the book anymore so thats fun BUT ONE FACT JUST RANDOMLY IS THAT AROUND 65% OF ADHDERS HAVE DIAGNOSTIC SYMPTOMS OF ADHD AND FOR AUTISTICS THE NUMBER GOES TO 85% WITH ADHD DIAGNOSTIC SYMPTOMS AND ALSO THAT THIS IS VERY LIKELY BECAUSE 5% OF THE WORLD ARE ADHDERS, WHILST ONLY SOMETHING LIKE 2% OF THE WORLD ARE AUTISTICS and another special interest ive had for a while now is tmnt (teenage mutant ninja turtles) and its one of the biggest comfort franchises//shows for me ever as a kid i watched nearly all the gens of the show, scoured youtube on my mum's phone for all the episodes, badly recorded from someone's tv, official clips that i pieced together, reposts of the actual episodes and so on and i had t-shirts and fanart galore, not to mention the copious amounts of time id spend ranting about the show and daydreaming about being the the turtles' best friend along with april and thinking about inventing and researching with donnie and playing hockey with motherfucking casey jones and being the brains behind their brawn and just hanging out and doing cool stuff i adored it and then that kinda chilled for a bit - i still was passionate as fuck about it, it just took up less of my mind as the world took up more, and then a month or two ago BAM i learned about the newest gen (rottmnt//rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles) and i scrolled through related hashtags for DAYS on tumblr and i reawakened that special interest and now im working my way through the show and IM SO HAPPY OHMYGOODNESS I CANT STOP TALKING ABOUT IT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ooooooo another childhood until now special interest: harry potter i love that shit so much and the fact that j.k rowling inspired me, a queer, trans person to become a writer because i adored the power her writing had over me and my emotions and i wanted to make other people feel like that simply by being creative, and then she fucked it all up by being a transphobic bitch still doesnt sit right with me regardless, i still adore the franchise and the books and i will never not love them with all my heart and while i need to reread the series, i could tell you a lot of smaller details and theories and everything about it and when i was smaller i had a whole ass friendship that was built on not shutting up about harry potter and then we only ever spoke about harry potter or played games relating to harry potter (even though i generally hated playing pretend with other people, she was really headstrong and decided things so there was no grey area where one person didnt understand and THATS what i didnt like with mutual pretend play for the most part so yeah) im not sure if this qualifies as a SpIn, but i also have an obsession with learning as many home remedies or symptoms or quick fixes for several ailments of everyday life (joint pains, sore throats, headaches, cramps, period cramps, maybe even depressive episodes or shutdowns or burnout or panic attacks and so on). like at this point i could be a barely successful witch doctor or something i love it my boyfriend's started calling me dr. ash/elio too whichiscuteasfuckandiloveit AND IT JUST GOES TO SHOW OML

Alright folks this was fun the first time so lets do it again. Tell me about your hyperfixation and/or special interest. Share as much as you want, go ahead and infodump to me because i love hearing about peoples passions ❤️

[buckyjamess-archive]

𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through  rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you." 

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words. 

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde. 

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family,  even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together. 

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good. 

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?" 

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?" 

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice. 

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?" 

"I don't know, he can't talk silly." 

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar." 

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again." 

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat. 

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready." 

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway,  doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important. 

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way 

"You're late." 

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster." 

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states. 

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it. 

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas. 

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room. 

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat. 

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out. 

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back." 

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric. 

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh. 

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table. 

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right." 

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids." 

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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[h2bakugou]

could I request a headcanon where bakugo, kaminari, kirishima, and maybe todoroki (that’s not too many) react to their gf giving them a painting they made with their body

a/n: yes! im a bit late for this trend but it’s super cute and i wanna do this bruh, i have a canvas i just need to repaint it and then boom

headcanon: them reacting to receiving their s/o’s painting they made with their body

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, 16+ for mild suggestive themes?

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katsuki bakugou

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You’ve seen the trend a few times before you finally get the guts to do it for Bakugou. 

You’re super excited when the time comes. You’ve never done something like this. All the gifts you’ve given Bakugou before were usually store-bought, either a small piece of jewelry or a new sweater or shirt.

Never a painting that you made.

After getting all the craft supplies to make it, you turn on some music and get to work.

Painting the canvas a solid black color, you wait for it to dry as you look at the color of paint you’ve chosen to use on your body. A bright orange that matches the highlights of Bakugou’s hero costume.

You roll your shorts up and begin to apply the paint after feeling that the black has dried on your canvas.

Applying the paint is tricky, but with the help of a mirror, you’re able to apply it evenly. 

Pressing your bottom down on the canvas, you can’t help but laugh at the situation. You’d just printed your ass in bright orange onto a canvas.

You let your butt rest against the canvas as you lifted the leg you were going to paint and stamp next, applying paint to it carefully as to not let it drip onto the canvas.

You pressed your leg down and used your hands to push it against the canvas.

Sitting for a minute or so, you soon got up and did your hand last. Looking at it from afar, it looked great.

You touched it up some, made the color opaque and then cleaned up. You made sure to sign your name on the bottom in the matching orange paint carefully.

You got most of the paint off, but the rest you’d have to scrub off in the shower. You threw on some loose pants and waited for your canvas to dry completely before taking it to Bakugou’s room.

 Bakugou was finishing up some homework when you knocked on his door.

“Come in.” He groaned, not expecting to see you hiding behind a canvas in his doorway.

“Happy anniversary.” You smiled and handed him the canvas. When he turned it over his cheeks flushed red.

“Holy shit.” 

“I know it’s not much-”

“You’re a fucking piece of art.” Bakugou set the canvas down and pulled you into him, his lips landing firmly against your own.

The kiss was rough, but sensual.

“Does this mean you like it?” You pull away and giggle.

“I love it.”

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denki kaminari

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You’ve got the supplies and you’re ready to get to work. You’ve painted your canvas black and you’ve selected a nice electric yellow.

It’s an easy process of applying the paint.

But as you’re sitting on the canvas, stamping your ass on it, you begin to wonder if Kaminari would like it.

He’s can be a bit perverted, but he’s still super sweet. Is this going to make him short circuit?

You’ve been together for a few months now, and for just a random reason, you wanted to do this for him.

You’ve seen the trend and you want to surprise him.

After successfully stamping your body to the canvas, you sign it and let it dry before delivering it to him.

You dress in one of his electric pun related shirts and some sweatpants and make your trip to go give it to him.

When you arrive, he’s playing Mario Kart with Sero and somehow beating him.

You wait for him to be finished before you give him the gift, not wanting to interrupt his game.

“Alright baby! What’s an angel like you need?” He sets his controller down and walks over to you, giving you a kiss, totally ignoring the canvas your holding.

“I made you something.” You smile, turning the canvas over. 

And just like you’d feared, sparks of electricity begin to shoot off of him, his cheeks burning a bright pink shade.

“It’s-you’re...beautiful.” Kaminari mumbles, looking at it and then back up to you.

Sero looks at the canvas and his cheeks brighten up a bit too, but he looks away respectfully.

“This is amazing, can I hang it up?” Kaminari asks, his eyes wide and full of love as he looks at you.

“It’s yours, do whatever you’d like with it, silly.” You kiss his cheek as you watch him jolt over to his bed and quickly move a poster so he can hang it up.

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eijiro kirishima

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After seeing the trend, you’re set on making one for Kirishima. You’ve been together for a few months, and feeling a little confident, you decide to surprise him for training so hard these past few weeks.

You paint your canvas the day before you plan on doing the project so it’s already dry and ready for you to plaster yourself on it.

You’ve chosen a crimson color, similar to the shades of red in both his hero costume and his dyed hair.

Kirishima always tries really hard, and his determination inspires you. He has his moments of self-doubt, but it just goes to show that he’s human, like you.

This is something you wanted to do because of him. Kirishima is always telling you how beautiful you are, and it’s hard to feel beautiful sometimes. So, feeling confident, you decide to make yourself, and him a little gift.

The process of stamping your butt, leg, and hand to the canvas is fun, and something you’ll remember forever.

You love the way it looks when it’s finished, and you’re proud of yourself.

Kirishima is lifting weights as he studies when you knock on his door. He shouts for you to come in.

“Hey babe!” He smiles when he sees you. You walk through the door, shimmying the canvas along with you.

“Hey Kiri.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek and smile as you hold the canvas behind your back.

“What’s that?” He questions, eyeing the canvas.

“You’ve been working hard, and you also reminded me that we’re beautiful. So I made you something to say thank you.”

You hand him the canvas and he’s speechless.

Kiri’s heart was racing as he stared at the perfection before him. He would’ve packed it up and sent it to the nearest art museum to hang it there.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He whispers as he sets the canvas down and walks toward you, pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you, you’re gorgeous too.” You smile, kissing him softly.

“You are truly a work of art.” Kirishima pulls away and nuzzles you closer.

“Can I make one of these for you?” He asks innocently.

“Kiri!” Your face begins to heat up.

“What?!” It hits him. He face palms and waves his hand at you.

“Shut up!” You two begin to laugh.

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shoto todoroki

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After taking a few dates to art museums, and the trend you’ve seen all over social media, you’re inspired to give Todoroki an art piece.

It’s more of a gift for him being himself since your anniversary isn’t for another week or so.

But there’s nothing wrong with giving gifts to each other.

You paint your canvas black and let it dry. You’ve chosen a bright navy color, one similar to the color of his hero costume.

At first, you were going to do a classic red and white combo, but you figured he was probably tired of seeing the same color combo in everything.

So you rolled up your shorts and got to work applying the paint on your butt. When you sat down on the canvas, it was an odd feeling. The cold paint had gave you chills when you first applied it, but you soon got used to the feeling.

It was like cuddling up to Shoto’s right side on trips or whenever you two got time alone.

Applying the paint to your leg and pressing it against the canvas, you sat and waited for the paint to stick to the canvas. Standing, you did your hand print and did some final touches.

Letting it dry was surprisingly more agonizing than you thought. You were brimming with excitement, ready to go give it to him already.

when it was finally dry, you put on one of his sweaters, one you’d ‘borrowed’ from him, and some cozy pants.

Todoroki was reading in his room, skimming over a few chapters in one of the classes reading assignments.

when you knocked, he spoke up for you to come in. His eyes immediately noticed the canvas you were holding.

“Hey baby.” He says softly, a gentle smile on his lips. You could always lift whatever mood he was in.

“Hey Sho.” You respond as you tiptoe into his room. You bite your lip as you begin to speak.

“I made you something, and I hope you like it.” You turn over the canvas and hand it to him.

His eyes widen and his cheeks flush.

Your body was painted in a familiar shade of blue as he stares down at the art. It’s gorgeous.

“You made your body into art.” Todoroki hums quietly as he glances at a wall, ready to hang it up already.

“I did, it was a trend I saw-”

“You are a masterpiece, I am honored to have this.” Todoroki set the canvas down carefully and moves over toward you, peppering you with kisses.

“I love it, thank you.” Todoroki thanks you for your gift and your own cheeks begin to heat up.

“I’m glad you like it.” You smile, butterflies floating around in your stomach.

“You should make some more art, it’s lovely.” Todoroki admires it some more.

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Trouble ~ Namjoon & Seokjin x Reader [SMUT]

A/N: I took inspiration from the song trouble by RM and Jin but here you go, would love some feed back :) PSA My first time writing a threesome so im sorry if it sucks

⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Mentions of choking, degradation, daddy, pet names, sex without protection ((wrap before you tap, be smart)) THREESOME

⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: SMUT. It’s just….it’s literal smut and I’m not even sorry about it

⏤𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 8.3K

You’re staring at the dress in front of you, the dress that started the small disagreement with you and Namjoon, your boyfriend of two years. You were supposed to be going out to celebrate their comeback tonight, you, the boys and their partners but now you weren’t sure you were allowed to go, Namjoon got into a hissy fit when he saw what you were planning on wearing and told you not to because he didn’t want his band members or anyone else seeing what was his to see, and only his to see, the dress wasn’t even that bad. It was a golden glittered, spaghetti strapped dress with a V-neck line and cut out sides body con. Jimin had helped you choose it weeks ago when he took you out shopping for a weekly catch up and a shopping trip, you and Jimin were close friends, it was how you met Namjoon after all and he agreed to help you find something sexy to wear for the night out.

Jimin picked you up in his car and took your shopping at a nearby mall, promising you that you would find something to wear, both of you were dressed in masks and hats so you wouldn’t get spotted right away and he picked you up from your apartment and not Namjoon’s so he knew no paparazzi would be following you around. You wanted to shop in peace and kept the dress a surprise from Namjoon. Jimin told you he knew the best place to go and insisted on taking you there and once you found the perfect dress you would go and get a drink somewhere or something to eat depending on how the dress shopping went, to sit and catch up. You missed him, he was your best friend after all and since you started dating Namjoon you didn’t get to spend as much time together as you used to do before but Jimin didn’t mind at all, he was happy you and Namjoon made one another happy.

“Jimin don’t you think it’s too much?” You questioned looking at yourself in the mirror, you were in the golden dress, looking at the way it clung to your body and Jimin was standing behind you, admiring the dress he’d picked.

“No…It’s perfect, you look amazing. You have an amazing body and you should be showing it off!” He chuckled, clapping his hands together and nodding at the worker that you would be taking the dress, no matter what you said, you were taking it, you went to go and get changed out of it, slipping back into jeans and an oversized hoodie, one of Joonie’s that you stolen from him and never intended on giving back, ever.

“You know Joon will love it, he loves you in everything,” Jimin said trying to calm down your worrying mind but that wasn’t what you were worried about,

“But what will the fans think? Or the paparazzi Jimin?”

Jimin poked your arm playfully, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working.

“Look…Who cares what anyone else will think okay. It’s what you think, now do you think you look amazing in that dress, yes or no?”

��Yes But-”

“Do you think Namjoon will want to take you home and fuck you all night yes or no?” You groaned pushing your friend away from you for thinking of your sex life like that but he took hold of you again, staring at you until you answered him.

“Yes.” You mumbled paying for the dress and taking the bag from the cashier who was giving you a weird look, you turned to Jimin and shook your head, why did he have to have these conversations in public where people could overhear everything.

“Now, can we go and get something to eat I’m starving.” You mumbled looking down at your phone and texting Namjoon a quick morning message, he was in the studio all day but you knew he would still want to hear from you.

“It’s not too sexy?” You questioned Jimin later that night on facetime, the dress was hanging up in your wardrobe and you were looking up at it, looking at it on the hanger was intimidating, Jimin groaned rolling over onto his stomach on the bed and staring at you through the screen,

“There isn’t a thing as too sexy.” He said with a smirk, winking at you before hanging up the phone leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Apparently, there was a thing called “too sexy” according to Namjoon, he said you couldn’t wear it out to the club, you could have sworn the vein on his neck was going to explode the moment he laid eyes on the dress, you’d kept it hidden from him for the last couple of weeks, wanting it to be a nice surprise for Namjoon on the night, but the moment you pulled it from the wardrobe of your apartment was a nightmare, he dropped the glass he was holding onto the floor, smashing into pieces as it came into contact with the hardwood flooring and stared at the dress his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of the front of his head and that was before he even said anything to you, when he did finally start talking it was telling you how you weren’t going to wear it as if he was your dad and could decide what you did and did not do, or how you could and could not dress, you were a grown-up who could make her own choices.

The front door slamming is what interrupted your thoughts, you walked over to the window in your bedroom and watched Namjoon get into a taxi, so he was going without you. You scoffed to yourself shaking your head and going over to the dress if he was going to act like that you were going to wear the dress regardless of what he thought, you took it from the wardrobe and headed into the en-suite, getting ready to do your hair and makeup, and to show off the new dress Jimin had picked for you, you even snapped a photo and sent it to Jimin.

“Be there soon, Namjoon hates the dress” Hitting send you locked your phone and started getting ready.

Once you made your way to the club you walked inside, ignoring the paparazzi that were already crowding around the club for a look on what was going on inside, Jimin told you he would meet you by the entrance and he did, he was dressed in some suit trousers and a plain white shirt, all of the boys were dressed the same way wanting to look nice for photos. You smiled at Jimin as you came in, he twirled you around under his arm, wolf-whistling as the dress sparkled under the lights of the club, this earnt looks from everyone nearby inside even though the music was loud, Hoseok spotted you next and patted Jin and Yoongi to look up at you, Jimin smirked before pulling your back into his chest and whispering in your ear.

“Joonie’s at the bar and he does not look happy, what did you do?” He chuckled, you span out of his arms and turned to face him, swaying to the loud music that was playing, clubs weren’t usually your thing or Namjoon’s thing, you preferred staying at home instead of coming out too loud and busy clubs but tonight was to celebrate and you both wanted to celebrate together, though he wasn’t acting like it right now.

“He hates the dress Jimin.” You mumbled, suddenly all of the confidence you had about coming out and teasing Namjoon all night in the dress was gone, there were girls in much less than you everywhere in the club and you started to feel self-conscious, why didn’t he want you to wear what they were wearing, did you not look good enough to wear this? Jimin snapped you away from your thoughts, roughly turning you around so you were facing Namjoon’s back, he was sat at the bar with a drink in his hand he didn’t look happy at all, even though he was supposed to be celebrating the new album that had just come out, it looked like he was ignoring everyone who was trying to talk to him.

“He hasn’t spoken to anyone all night, you need to get your man in a good mood, now go.” He ordered, giving you a small push and making you walk across the dancefloor and over to the bar where you sat on the seat next to Namjoon and ordered a Gin and Lemonade as if you didn’t know he was sitting right next to you, all of the confidence you had back once again as soon as his eyes glued onto your body as you sat beside him, he couldn’t take his eyes off you but he wasn’t about to admit that to you, you’d gone against what he said and that made him angry.

“I told you not to wear that.” He mumbled sipping from his glass, you took yours from the bartender and paid him, drinking from your glass and turning on the seat to face Namjoon smiling innocently at him.

“I can wear what I want, you’re not my dad.” You whispered in his ear, you jumped down from the barstool and he wrapped his arm around your waist so you couldn’t walk away from him just yet, he pulled you to stand between his legs, moving your hair away from your neck and kissing the skin that was exposed to him now.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” He breathed in your ear, sending shivers up and down your back as he mentioned the previous night you’d spend together, leaving another kiss below your ear, you pushed yourself away from him knowing if you stood there longer you would want him to take you home, you smirked back at him, taking your drink and going to find Jimin in a booth seat somewhere, you placed the drink down on the table and looked at him, leaning your palms on the table.

“Dance with me Jimin.” You pouted looking at the packed dance floor, he nodded at his drink and told you to sit down, saying he would dance later when he’d had enough to drink.

“I want to dance now.” You mumbled sitting down in the booth across from Jimin and sipping on your glass and looking at Namjoon who was already staring at you from over at the bar.

“Ask Hyung,”  Jungkook said, standing up with his partner and heading over to the dance floor on their own, you rolled your eyes, sitting back in the chair and looking at the glass in front of you, It was just you Jin and Jimin in the booth now and you wanted to go and dance.

“Have you fought?” Jin questioned when you didn’t get up to go and ask your boyfriend to dance, you nodded stirring the drink in front of you and then up at Jin.

“He doesn’t like the dress, thinks it’s too sexy.” You grumbled rolling your eyes at the thought of what Namjoon had been saying earlier, you glanced over and he got up, going to the bathrooms, he was probably going to ignore you all night now and it was bothering you.

“It’s not too sexy right?” Jin looked you up and down from his side of the booth and shook his head he was a little shocked you’d asked him outright like that,

“I’ve seen women in less than that in here.” You nodded with a smile on your face, finally, someone other than Jimin agreed with you, you took his hand and stood up,

“Dance with me Jin.” You said pulling him from the booth and over to the dance floor, standing near Jungkook and his partner, smiling at them before dancing with Jin, Jimin smirked at you from the booth and you winked at him playfully, he knew you were doing this to tease Namjoon and he loved you for it, you turned back to look over at the bar where Namjoon had been and starting to grind against Jin to the music that was playing loudly.

“What are you doing?” Jin stuttered out, the usually cool and collected older boy replaced with a nervous stuttering one behind you, you held back the smirk that was trying to come onto your lips and just continued to dance, bumping your bodies together, his hands found their way onto your waist and he pulled you closer to him, finally letting go and having a little fun, your butt was rubbing against his crotch you didn’t mean for it to go this far but there was just something about the setting that turned you on, it was turning Jin on too, you knew because of his hard-on that was pressing against you, you smirked to yourself, making sure to grind harder against him.

Namjoon came out from the toilets and spotted you instantly, he looked at his brother who had his hands on your waist, biting down onto his lip as you ground yourself against him, your eyes lifted from the ground and you spotted Namjoon, you smirked rocking your hips harder into Jin and keeping eye contact with Namjoon teasing him was going to be a bitch later but you didn’t care, you were getting wetter with every dance move and the way his eyes burnt into your body wasn’t helping, he looked so sexy when he was mad at you and you loved every second of it. Jin’s hands moved up your sides and to your neck, bending down to whisper in your ear once he noticed Namjoon watching you both.

“This is gonna get you in trouble,” He whispered to you, looking up at Namjoon, both of them having a silent conversation with their eyes, Namjoon was making his way over to you now. Namjoon wasted no time spinning you around and pulling you into his chest, making sure you were grinding your hips against his crotch just like you had been doing to Jin. You threw your arms around Jin’s neck, pulling him towards you so you were grinding against them both if anyone was looking it just looked like you were dancing together but you knew it was more than that, you knew that because of the hard-on from Namjoon that was pressing against your ass you were now sandwiched between both of them and you were enjoying every second of it.

“You’re so sexy tonight,” Namjoon whispered in your ear, kissing and sucking along your neck, pushing your chin up so you were holding eye contact with Jin the entire time as you danced together, Jin’s hands roomed down to your waist again and he ran his thumb along the exposed skin that was peeking through the cutout holes on the side of the golden fabric, you looked up at Namjoon who was holding eye contact with Jin, you glanced at Jin and he was smirking at his friend.

“Maybe you should take her home Joon, looks like she’s had too much to drink.” His hands left your body and you whined at the loss of contact, Namjoon chuckled against you and you pouted out your bottom lip, turning around and dragging Jin’s body back to yours and grinding against him, throwing your head back against his chest, you did not want this to end at all and locking eyes with Namjoon, you didn’t want to stop dancing with them, you wanted them both to stay with you all night but people were starting to stare at you. Jin’s hard-on was starting to get uncomfortable for him and you smirked as you felt him twitch between the fabrics you were both wearing,

“Joonie let’s take him home.” You giggled your hand sliding down towards Jin’s crotch and rubbing softly over his clothes, making sure no one was watching you and that you couldn’t be seen doing this to Jin, Namjoon watched as you teased his best friend right in front of him while holding eye contact with him, he couldn’t lie it was turning him on watching as you did this.

“Fuck princess you’re going to get us in trouble,” Namjoon whispered to you, smirking as you bit down on your lip, turning around to look up at Jin who was blushing a bright red colour now as your hands worked their magic through his trousers, you felt Namjoon’s hands dig into your hips and pull you roughly against him, he was jealous and you could tell by the way he was gripping onto.

“I want you Jinine.” You whined out loud enough for only him and Namjoon to hear you, Joon growled and his grip tightened around you, he pushed you against Jin making sure to press his hard on onto your ass.

“Look at your, grinding back on Jin’s cock like that, impatient aren’t we?” Namjoon teased you, you whined at him pouting out your bottom lip.

“I want you too Joonie…I need you both.” You moaned out as Namjoon’s lips attached themselves onto your neck, glad you’d finally confirmed what you all wanted, he wouldn’t have continued without that, he smirked sucking along the exposed skin, you felt him smirk as the nickname for him left your lips, he looked at Jin with a questioning look and he nodded.

“Let’s give the princess what she wants,” Jin said to Namjoon catching your attention, your head snapped up to meet Namjoon’s gaze and he nodded over at the door,

“Let’s get a cab, Jin you leave after us so it doesn’t look too suspicious.” He said giving Jin a side hug and dragging you out towards the paparazzi, smiling for a couple of photos before putting you into a cab and giving the driver his address, you smirked kissing his neck as soon as you were away from the club, he growled at you and you giggled, loving the fact that he was so turned on and wound up by you.

“You’re such an attention whore aren’t you?” Namjoon quizzed pinning you to the wall by your front door, one of your legs wrapped around his waist, you were whimpering beneath him, he was mad but the good kind of mad, when he put it into use in the bedroom.

“I bet you’ve been gagging for my dick all night and then Jin’s.” He tutted, slapping your ass sharply and smirking when you whimpered under his touch. When Jin arrived at Namjoon’s apartment he let himself in and he found Namjoon pinning you against the wall by your neck, you had a huge smirk on your face as you locked eyes with Jin, he was blushing again so you giggled a little gaining Namjoon’s attention that someone else had entered the apartment, you were still fully clothed and the boys were smirking at you. Namjoon moved to the side and Jin came over to you, attaching his lips to your neck, bringing reality back to the situation that this was really going to happen, you were about to have sex with your boyfriend and his best friend. Namjoon caught that you were thinking straight and smirked, your cheeks were burning up and Jin chuckled pulling away from your neck.

“So shy all of a sudden princess.” He murmured, tracing his fingers over your skin and then up to your cheek, rubbing small circles across it with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t be so shy, you weren’t earlier.” He added you’d never seen Jin like this before, the blushing mess was gone and replaced with a dominating Jin just like Joon.

“I think we should take her upstairs, what do you think Hyung?” Namjoon questioned sucking on your neck as Jin looked at you, you were silently pleading for him to take you upstairs and take you

“Come on then kitten.” You turned around towards the staircase and his hand came into contact with your ass which was exposed thanks to the make-out session you had been having with Namjoon when he walked through the front door.

As soon as you walked through the bedroom door you were pushed onto the bed by Jin who began kissing you roughly, Namjoon smirked as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, rubbing himself through his trousers as his best friend made out with his girlfriend, you moaned out when Jin began sucking on your neck, instantly finding your weak spot, only knowing where it was because of previous long night studio conversations with Namjoon, truth be told he’d been imaging this for months, he’d wanted you in his grasp for a while but he would never do that to Namjoon.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” Jin whispered in your ear, biting down on your ear before looking at Namjoon,

“Isn’t she?” Namjoon chuckled nodding and coming over to you, standing on the other side of the bed as you got onto your knees in the middle, looking from one of them to the other, Namjoon’s lips came onto your neck while Jin’s worked on the other side, you moaned out from the feeling of having two people’s attention on you, Namjoon was right, you were an attention whore and you loved it. Namjoon’s hand ran up your thigh stopping at the top and rubbing small circles on the skin and Jin’s hands worked their way on the back of your dress, looking for the zip, once he found it he was about to unzip it but Namjoon pulled away and stopped him.

“Since the brat wanted to wear it so badly tonight, she should keep it on.” You giggled as he called you a brat which earnt you a swift slap across the ass and you hissed out with a smile on your face, he lifted the dress so it was sitting on your stomach then he pulled the straps down and rolled it so the dress was just sitting across your midway, you were exposed to them both and you loved it.

“No panties? You’re so naughty tonight baby.” Namjoon said as he began to kiss your neck, running his fingers up and down your thigh, his hands gracing across your exposed pussy causing you to take a sharp intake of breath whenever he came close to having any contact, Jin looked at Namjoon as if asking for permission to touch you and Namjoon nodded, Jin’s lips attached to your neck, kissing their way down to your nipples and sucking on the right one while his hands squeezed on your left one, you were a mess already and they’d hardly started.

“You’re so fucking wet princess,” Namjoon said into your ear, grabbing your chin with his free hand while the other rubbed small figure eyes on your clit, you held back the moan that was threatening to escape you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right,

“Do you like this? Two men wanting to fuck your brains out?” He smirked slipping one finger inside of you, you whimpered as he entered you and then cried out when he pulled back out, sucking on his finger and leaving you to suffer.

“I asked you a question, answer daddy.” He said before slapping your already sensitive clit, you let out a moan and he chuckled, he loved seeing you like this.

“Yes, daddy…I love it.” You managed to stutter out, Jin’s lips left your nipple and he laid you down on the bed, making his way down to your clit, hovering his lips above them so you could feel his cooler breath on you.

“Touch me, please…Joonie…Jinine please.” You cried out desperate for one of them to just touch you but they both chuckled at how whiny you were being, it wasn’t until your hand started to make it’s way down to your clit that Namjoon slapped it away and Jin’s lips began sucking on your clit, you threw your head back against the pillow in relief and cried out his name,

“Jin!” You screamed as he slipped one finger inside of you, curling it up to hit just the right spot with every pump of his finger, Namjoon chuckled unbuckling his belt as you cried out,

“Fuck princess you’re so sexy like this.” You opened your eyes to meet Namjoon’s and he was taking out his already hard member and stroking it, you lifted yourself up on your elbows and opened your mouth, you could suck him off all day it was your favourite thing to do.

“Good girl.” He complimented running the tip of his dick along your bottom lip and smirking as you tried to take him into your mouth only for him to move away from you just to tease you that little bit more,

“So needy,” Jin said removing his lips from your clit, adding a second finger cause you to lose the balance you had on your elbows falling back onto sheets.

“Are we sure she can take this Joonie.” Jin teased, before sucking on your wet clit again, your hand reached down and tugged on his hair and he chuckled sending vibrations through you that almost made you come right there and then.

“P-Please Joonie.” You received a smack against your boobs and you giggled, you knew Namjoon hated when you called him that in bed, he loved the nickname any other time but not in the bedroom.

“What did you call me?” You smirked up at him and held back a moan as Jin began to pump his fingers faster inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single time without hesitation.

“Please Daddy.” You moaned out, dragging out daddy to annoy him, he looked down at Jin who was looking up at him.

“What do you think Hyung? You think she can take us both?” Jin pulled away from your clit and you wept you were so close to your release but he just denied it, your stomach was in knots.

“I don’t know Joonie…Maybe we should call it a night, she looks exhausted.” Jin stood up from the bed and began making his way to the door, you were up in a flash and on your knees in front of him, unbuckling his trousers while staring up at him with innocent eyes, you didn’t want this night to end yet, you needed them both now.

“I’m not tired.” You whined taking him out of his boxers and admiring him, he wasn’t as big as Namjoon only maybe an inch or two smaller, your mouth hung open for a second and Namjoon was by your side, dick in his hand and pumping slowly.

“Take him, Princess.” He urged, you nodded and kissed Jin’s tip, before licking from the bottom to the top not breaking eye contact with him for even a second, you wanted to watch as you pleasured him, as soon as you took him into your mouth he threw his head back, moaning out your name.

“I told you she was good.” Namjoon chuckled, you looked over at him while bobbing your head and used your hand to replaced Namjoon’s, pumping him while holding eye contact with him. Namjoon smirked taking hold of your head in one hand and the bottom of Jin’s back in the other and forcing your head down all the way so your nose was pressed against his crotch, you gagged around him and Jin groaned out in pleasure, it had been so long since he’d had any kind of sexual contact with someone else, replacing Namjoon’s hands and tangling his fingers in your hair, starting to face fuck you, he started gently but when you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently he lost it and began thrusting harder into your mouth, groaning out whenever the tip of his dick would hit the back of your throat and you’d moan out around him, sending a vibration through him, you swallowed as much of him as you could manage wanting to please him.

“She’s such a cock whore Jin, you’ll do this all night and get off on it,” Namjoon said causing you to glance up at him and then back up at Jin.

You pat Namjoon’s leg three times as a sign for him to make Jin stop and Jin pulled out immediately, drool was dribbling down your chin and around your face, your makeup was ruined now, mascara running down your cheeks after your eyes began watering when he fucked your face.

“You look so cute like this,” Jin said running the tip of his dick along the drool on your chin, you giggled in a state of ecstasy, neither of them had touched you and you felt as though you were coming down from a high Namjoon looked at you and you nodded confirming you were ready to take Namjoon in your mouth now, his hands replaced Jins and he began to slowly fuck your face just like Jin had been doing, you pumped Jin with your hands while looking up at him, occasionally glancing up at Namjoon who was muttering your name and a series of curse words,

“Fuck.” He groaned holding his dick at the back of your throat, you tapped his leg and he pulled away, smiling at you proudly as you panted for air, trying to catch your breath from the way he’d just had you. Namjoon helps you stand up and you threw your arms around Jin, pulling him into a kiss and pulling him in the direction of the bed, Namjoon watched as you pinned Jin down to the bed and straddled up, kissing down his neck and his jawline,

“Don’t give him all the attention princess,” Namjoon whined from behind you, you giggled at him as his whiney attention-seeking side came out but you continued to kiss Jin, Namjoon slapped your bare ass leaving a red handprint and you bucked your hips grinding against Jin’s member and causing him to hiss into your make-session. You got off Jin’s lap and got onto all fours on the bed, wiggling your ass in Namjoon’s direction he simply smirked at you, leaving another smack across your ass cheek and coming to the front of you.

“Jin’s gonna take you tonight princess.” He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip and looking at you, as if questioning if it was okay for Jin to take you from behind, you giggled and looked over your shoulder at Jin biting on your lip and nodding at him, you wanted him so badly.

“Fuck me please Jin.”  Namjoon pulls your face back to look at him and he pushed your hair into a make-shift ponytail with his hands

“You’re such a good girl, using your manners.” He said before watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth, you swallowed around him, concentrating on making him feel good you almost forgot about Jin until you felt Jin’s tight grasp on your hips. You were bobbing your head faster around Namjoon when Jin finally pushed forward, you moaned out around Namjoon, finally having some kind of contact, your eyes looked up at Namjoon as he continued to fuck your face, staring down at you proudly as you used one of your hands to pump what you couldn’t fit into your throat and the other hand using to steady yourself on the mattress.

“Fuck Jin!” You moaned pulling Namjoon out of your mouth and crying out, his movements were fast and rough, you licked from the base to the tip of Namjoon’s cock moaning out as Jin thrust into you stopping and holding himself deep inside of you, your back arched as he stayed in place, his tip just touching your g-spot, you could have come from that and you looked at Namjoon, mentally thanking him for letting this happen. Jin resumed his fast thrusts and you took Namjoon back into your mouth, making sure Jin’s thrusts were timed with how you were bobbing your head. You moaned around Namjoon again and closed your eyes, you could feel yourself getting closer to your release again, it was getting harder for you to keep yourself up on all fours, your legs were starting to feel weak and Namjoon could tell you were close because you kept stopping your head movements.

“Focus Princess.” He reminded you, fucking into your mouth, you let out a whine around him and you felt his dick twitch inside of you and you pulled him out of your mouth, crying out in pleasure, denying Namjoon his release like he’d done to you moments before.

“Jin, just like that.” You cried pumping Namjoon with one hand, the pleasure Jin was giving you was too much to continue with Namjoon, Jin smirked at you, bending down and leaving kisses along your spine now hitting you at a deeper angle, you were a mess now, crying out his name and clutching onto the sheets below you, your knees began to wobble and Namjoon knew what was coming, your eyes were rolling back in pleasure and he knew you were about to cum but he wasn’t ready to let you just yet, not after what you’d just done to him, he was so close and you knew that when you pulled away from him.

“Pull out Jin.” He chuckled darkly, Jin wasted no time in stopping and pulling out of you, you could have screamed at Namjoon for doing this to you but he flipped you onto your back pulling your head to the edge of the bed, leaving it to hang over just a little and smirking down at you.

“Continue sucking baby, you don’t get to cum until I do.” You whined out at him but you knew he was serious about this and he really wasn’t going to let you cum until he did, pumping in your hand and Jin got onto the bed in front of you, putting a pillow under the small of your back so you were lifted up a little.

“Jinie.” You whined as he teased you by rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, you clenched around nothing wanting him back inside of you, you needed him inside of you to feel full again, you felt so empty without him.

“Take him in your mouth and maybe you’ll get my dick, baby girl.” You moaned at the nickname he had for you and opened your mouth so that Namjoon could fuck your face, the new angle a little tricky to work with at first but you got used to it, he leant his hands onto the mattress, he knew if you tapped onto his thigh three times to pull out instantly, his thrusts started slow but once you got used to the new angle Namjoon’s thrusts became rougher, your hand reached down to your clit and you began to rub circles but as soon as Jin saw what you were doing he slapped your hand away and replaced it with his own, slowly sliding back inside of you, you clenched around him instantly and he hissed at you.

“Fuck Joonie if she keeps clenching I won’t last long.” Namjoon let out a deep chuckle and you moaned around his cock sending vibrations through his body,

“I won’t last long either princess, do you want daddy to fill that pretty little mouth?” You tapped once as a yes and he chuckled again. Jin’s pace began to quicken but they were just as rough as before, you could feel yourself becoming closer to your release but you knew Namjoon wasn’t going to let you cum until he did so you took matters into your own hands, moving your hands to his balls and playing with them, you knew how to get him right on the edge of cumming and you enjoyed making him like this, he moaned out your name as soon as he felt what you were doing.

“Y/n.” He said dragging it out, you moaned around him again, you loved when he moaned out your name like that, you felt him twitch as soon as you let out the moan, he pulled out and began to jerk himself meaning he was close, while Jin kept thrusting you giggled looking up at Namjoon and sticking out your tongue.

“You want daddy to paint your tongue?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled at you before he was interrupted by a moan, followed by his hands slowing down and his cum hitting your face in several spots including in your mouth, you giggled loudly using your fingers to wipe it from your cheeks and suck on your fingers while holding eye contact with Namjoon who was now panting and leaning against the bedroom wall staring down at you as you continued to suck his cum off your fingers, thinking about how lucky he was to have you as his.

“That was so fucking hot.” Jin murmured from in front of you, you leant up on your elbows and smirked at him, fuck he felt so good inside of you.

“Fuck Jin I’m so close, please don’t fucking stop.” You head rolled back again and he chuckled, his thrusts were starting to get sloppier and you knew he was closer, you reached down and began to rub your clit, moaning out his name.

“Please let me cum Daddy.” You whined looking at Namjoon but he was shaking his head and pointing at Jin.

“It’s Jin’s decision baby.” You looked back at Jin who was stopping his thrusts with a giant smirk on his face, you knew he was going to stop and you didn’t want that, you needed to cum, you’d earnt it after all.

“No.” You whined wiggling away from him and pushing him down onto the mattress,

“I have to cum daddy.” You whispered in his ear, straddling his lap and holding him at your entrance, slowly letting yourself down on top of him and biting down on your lip, the new position with you on top was helping him reach deeper depths than before.

“Fuck Jin you’re so big.” You choked out, leaning your head forward onto his chest, his hands went to your waist and he began to buck his hips to up meet yours and you cried out, Namjoon came to your side and kissed the side of your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you continued to ride Jin, trying to help you get close again but you didn’t help with that, you were so close but having Namjoon there while another man fucked you turned you on more and more.

“You look so good riding Jin Hyung like that baby girl, is this what you’ve always wanted?” You nodded and Namjoon forced your head down to lock eyes with Jin and you moaned out his name and a string of curse words.

“Jin I’m so close.” You cried out, your hands resting on his stomach, struggling to keep yourself up as you rode him, you never really rode Namjoon unless it was a punishment for something, Jin chuckled as he took over thrusting up into you, your legs tired from barely riding him.

“Cum for me baby.” He said to you, and that’s all it took for you to come undone around Jin, you clenched around him but he continued to thrust through your orgasm, your eyes shut tightly and you cried out his name, throwing your head back, your mind was racing as you orgasm hit you.

“Jin-Ah! Fuck fill me up,” You moaned, clutching onto his shoulders, as soon as he felt you cum around him his orgasm followed swiftly, you felt him twitch and you looked at him, nodding at him to confirm you were serious about him cumming inside and he groaned.

“Y/N.” He moaned out filling you up, his thrusts slowing down to a stop, you stayed on top of him, not wanting him to pull out of you just yet.

Namjoon helped you up, laying you on the bed and going to grab some tissues to wipe you clean, you wiggled out of the dress that was still bunched around your waist and snuggled against Jin’s naked chest, Namjoon chuckled laying beside you and spooning you as you cuddled Jin, all three of your getting covered with the duvet and falling asleep together.

You woke up first the next morning, still entangled with both boys you smiled to yourself, slipping out of their grasp and getting off the bed, picking up Jin’s shirt from the night before and slipping into it before making your way downstairs to make them breakfast as a thank you for the night before

You were swaying side to side to their new album you had playing through the small Bluetooth speaker in Namjoon’s kitchen, you heard the floorboard creak and you looked up to see a shirtless Jin standing in the doorway, you smiled at him and flipped the pancake that was cooking over.

“I’m making us pancakes,” You said turning to look at him again, he was blushing, remembering the night before and now seeing you standing in his shirt.

“I wondered where my shirt was.” He chuckled leaning against the kitchen table, you poured him a cup of coffee and handed it to him, you didn’t know how you were supposed to act around him now but you couldn’t lie, seeing him standing in your kitchen, shirtless and covered in hickeys was making you wet again, you put the pancake onto the plate and looked at him nervously, you made eye contact and he gazed down at his mug again, neither of you knew what was supposed to happen now, how were you supposed to act around each other now. You were in love with Joonie of course but none of you could deny the connection that came from the night before and it left an awkward tension in the air, you moved past him to get another mug from the top cupboard and he came behind you, reaching up and taking the one you were trying to reach for, images of you dancing together came flooding back to you both and you felt him begin to grow against your ass, you stayed like that for a moment, pressed together when you finally turned around and kissed him, your hands finding their way into his hair, he put the mug down on the kitchen side and moved his hands to your waist, kissing you back.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as you dropped to your knees in front of him again, he would never get tired of seeing you like that in front of him, he wanted to stare at you the whole time in case it was the last time it would ever happen, you unbuckled his belt and sprung him free from his boxers, licking from the base to the tip, smirking as he hissed at you, sensitive from the night before.

“Don’t tease baby.” He warned you, you left small soft kisses on the tip before taking him into your mouth once again, making sure to hold eye contact with him the entire time, you wanted to watch as he came undone above you.

“Your lips stretch so prettily around my cock princess.” He praised, you felt yourself becoming wetter by the second and the more he praised you the wetter you became. What neither of you knew was that Namjoon was standing in the living room watching this all unfold in front of him, a giant smile on his lips as he stroked himself through his boxers,

“Fuck I won’t last long, get on the table.” Jin order, you hoped up from the floor bending onto the table and wiggling your hips excitedly, you were inpatient but you didn’t have to wait long before he entered you roughly, you moaned out your eyes fluttering shut as he began to thrust with all his might into you, you were still sensitive from the night before so you weren’t going to last long around him,

“Jin please.” You cried out as his thrusts started to pick up the pace, his hands tangled into your hair, pulling it back and causing you to giggle out a moan.

“Jin right there, right there!” You screamed out as you felt yourself getting closer to your edge, you reached down and began rubbing yourself, Jin’s thrusts were starting to get rougher but slower and you knew he was close, you wanted to be full of him again, you wanted to feel him full you all over again because you could never get enough.

“You want me to fill you up again?” You couldn’t manage a sentence so you just nodded your head at him, he chuckled letting go of your hand and gripping onto your hips so he could hit you at just the perfect angle.

“Shit! Jin!” You screamed finally cumming around him without permission, your clenching sending him over the edge without warning, he came inside of you but continued thrusting in and out of you, you whimpered as he fucked his cum deeper inside of you, you collapsed onto the front of the table, panting out and giggling a little. Jin pulled out of you and Namjoon made his presence known coming into the kitchen and looking at you, you looked up at his smirking face and then down to his crotch, his member already out of his boxers and waiting for you, you jumped down from the table and took him into your mouth.

“So eager aren’t we princess, cumming without permission…Do you just like being full of cum?” Namjoon questioned looking from you to Jin who was cleaning himself up, you pulled off from around him and nodded.

“I want your cum daddy, please.” You locked eyes with him and he growled at you, picking you up from the floor and pinning you onto the table just where Jin had, had you before and you let out a shriek of excitement as he thrust into you right away, you bit down on your hand as you locked eyes with Jin who was smirking at you,

“I bet you love being filled with both of our cum huh kitten?” When you didn’t answer Jin, Namjoon stopped his thrusts abruptly and slapped your across the ass making you yelp out.

“Yes! Yes, I love being filled with your cum.” You cried out, Namjoon began thrusting again and he slid his hand down to the front of your clit and began rubbing fast circles, knowing exactly how to get you close again.

“You wanna cum for me princess? Do you wanna cum all over Daddy’s cock while he spills another load into you?” You nodded while biting down on your lip, not wanting to scream out and cause Namjoon’s neighbors to complain, it wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.

“Tell daddy what you want Princess or you won’t get it.” You groaned out and he smirked above you.

“I want you to make me cum daddy, fill me up like the slut I am.” You giggled, that was all it took. You knew Namjoon was a sucker for hearing you call yourself his slut, his thrusts became faster and his grip on your hips tightened, you were sure it was going to leave bruises now they were both fucking you the same way. Your eyes shut as you leant your head down against the cool table, you were so close to your release and Namjoon knew this by the way you clenched around him, you felt him twitch which meant he was close too.

“Fill me up daddy, make me your cum slut just like Jin did.” You giggled out, that was it, he pulled out of you, spinning you over and pinning your wrists down, inserting himself back inside of you quickly and wasting no time on letting you adjust to the new position, he thrust in and out of you at such a pace you were sure you were going to pass out, your eyes were rolling back and your back arched off the table.

“Joonie!” You screamed the nickname the only thing you could manage to say as he fucked you, his hand went down to your clit and he began to slap against it, it was a new pleasure and you felt yourself tip over the edge, it was so intense, you’d never felt anything like this before, a smug grin appeared on Namjoon’s face as he realised you were gushing around his member, he came inside of you just from seeing you like that and you collapsed back onto the table, panting heavily from the intense orgasm you’d just had, Jin went on the hunt for some wipes and Namjoon helped you stand up from the table, you looked at the floor noticing that it was wet and instantly began to blush, you’d squirted before but never this much and not with other people present, in fact, you and Namjoon had never had other people present while you fucked. Jin came back with a packet of wipes and helped you clean up while Namjoon finished off making you all some breakfast, you went off to change and fetch Jin one of Namjoon’s shirts since his was ruined now.

“I’ll bring it back next practice,” Jin said going towards the front door, you moved out of Namjoon’s arms and took Jin’s hand in yours.

“You’re leaving?” You questioned, your eyes looking at his sadly and he nodded and you shook your head,

“Joonie…Can he stay?” You questioned looking over at your boyfriend who was already looking at Jin and holding eye contact, again with the silent mind-reading conversations all over again, then they both turned to look at you with a smile on their faces.

[taexual]

HOLIC - 50 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: fluff

words: 3.1k

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To say that it was raining cats and dogs would have been akin to saying nothing at all because the precipitation that night resembled a whole downpour of whales much more accurately. You have, of course, experienced rain before and you never really appreciated it much, but as you exited the car outside of the building, you welcomed every drop with a smile on your face. It seemed as though there used to be so many things in life that you’d hated, but tonight, as you texted Jaebum, announcing your arrival at the party, each of those silent moments of hatred seemed to lose all meaning.

The waiter took your coat after you entered the empty loft that you and Jackson had picked out for tonight’s event. Giving him a grateful nod and brushing the wet hair away from your face, you grabbed a glass of champagne by the door and headed for the party. With each step that you took inside of the packed venue – full of people, waiting to hear and to congratulate Jaebum on his debut EP – you watched the white walls of the building come alive with the pictures you’ve taken of Jaebum in Jackson’s studio that very first time you were there.

You wanted to take partial credit for the planning of this event, but really, it had been Jackson’s idea. As soon as you and him started to work together, he didn’t see a point to host your exhibition on a separate night from Jaebum’s release party because the two instances were connected so closely to one another. Jaebum had used you for inspiration when he worked on the songs he’ll be putting out for the world to hear and, similarly, the only pictures you wanted to exhibit for all to see were the ones that featured Jaebum.

Now, smiling as your eyes searched for the live-version of the man in the pictures on the walls, you welcomed the warm memories of all the days leading up to this moment. All the fights and the make-ups. All the kisses and inside jokes. All your shared friends – who were all here, eager to congratulate you and Jaebum both – and all of your shared nights.

The title piece for both, your exhibition and Jaebum’s EP, greeted you in the center of the room, reading in bold letters, “HOLIC. indicating a person’s abnormal desire for something.” Another memory sparked in your mind – you’ve only settled on the title a few nights ago, lying awake next to Jaebum who was tracing symbols on the sensitive skin of your neck—symbols, that were only visible to him—with the tip of his finger.

“I’ve never needed anyone this much before,” he had whispered to you then, “so much that it feels like an illness without a cure.”

You had responded to him with endless confessions of love, lasting all throughout the night and well into the morning, and all was decided.

Admittedly, out of all the memories that the pictures on the walls brought back, the memories of the last few nights before this party were your most favorite ones. Even if thinking about them made you much dizzier – and hotter – than the champagne that was being served here.

“Hey!” Jackson’s shrill voice distracted you and you turned your head to see him and a group of executives you thought you’ve seen around his studio a few times before. “Where’s the boyfriend? We should get some pictures taken of you two together.”

“Oh,” you looked around again. “I thought you were with him. Isn’t he in the back?”

“I don’t know,” Jackson glanced towards the hallway at the end of the room – it lead to a storage room that Jaebum had planned to use to rehearse, “he was waiting for you to arrive.”

“I’ll go find him,” you said and, with a quick nod at the people in Jackson’s entourage, excused yourself.

You didn’t even reach the hallway before you saw the door open at the far end as Jaebum stepped out of the storage room, his shoulders hunched and chest heavy with anxiety. He closed the door, stopping short as soon as he saw you.

“You’re here,” he said and, even though it was too dark to see him, you could hear the smile in his voice. “You look beautiful. Maybe you shouldn’t come closer or else we might miss the entire event.”

You laughed, crossing the hallway anyway, because you haven’t seen him today yet – he’d left early for a soundcheck and refused to bring you along with him, not wanting you to hear his songs early – and that was too long of a time. Jaebum, feeling exactly the same way, had his arms wrapped around you as soon as you stopped close enough for him to reach.

Every kiss you’ve shared since reuniting that night in the lounge room felt so important and special that you both refused to pull away first as if this was the last kiss you’d ever share and neither of you wanted to be responsible for its ending. You didn’t mind losing yourself in him completely whenever your lips touched but, this time, you two were about to start the biggest night of your lives to date and, despite everything, you had to pull away.

“Jackson is looking for us,” you said, reluctantly breaking the kiss—and then regretting it right away because of how alluring he looked from up close. “He said something about getting our picture taken.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Jaebum groaned. He’d already talked about how little wish he had to participate in the promotional aspect of making music – he just wanted to create and to sing – but he knew he wouldn’t get out of it. “Let’s go.”

“Don’t look so sad,” you said, taking his hand into yours as the two of you headed towards the party. “It’s your big night.”

“It’s our big night,” he corrected, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to your cheek just as the two of you emerged from the hallway. The few photographers Jackson had hired for tonight immediately found the two of you, their flashes going off so suddenly and with such vehemence that nearly everyone at the party turned to look. “God, I feel awkward.”

Smiling, you turned to look at him and – not daring to kiss him now that there were cameras on you – chose to fix his tie for him instead. “Don’t. You look great.”

Jaebum watched you as you tightened his tie, his eyes providing the much-needed warmth on this rainy day – the photographers were having a field day and they didn’t even have to try – and then leaned in to whisper into your ear, “I’m so grateful to have you next to me tonight.”

“I love you,” you replied, his hand clutching yours tighter. “I never thought we’d make it this far.”

“I love you,” he echoed, “I never had doubts about this.”

Thankfully, Jackson proved to be not just a great friend and a talented artist – or perhaps a producer? A photographer? A model? The man clearly hated labels – but also a fantastic party host. Another few moments later, when you and Jaebum were already risking permanent eye damage from the camera flashes, Jackson shuffled closer to you, waving his hand around in a manner so authoritative, the photographers ceased their rapid flash fire immediately.

“Let’s get started, yeah?” Jackson asked and, after getting affirmative nods from both of you, he proceeded to walk Jaebum to the platform in the far corner of the room.

A microphone and a stool was already prepared for Jaebum on the platform, the audio engineers giving him a thumbs-up from across the room. Slowly, the background music that had played through the speakers since the party started faded out, and the room prepared to finally hear what they’d come here to hear.

“Thank you for coming,” Jaebum said into the microphone as soon as he climbed on the platform. His voice sounded so sheepish, you could tell that the few elderly ladies behind you had started to giggle because they were falling in love with him, too. “It’s a very special night tonight and I’m happy to get to share it with all of you.”

You wished for nothing more than to stand silently in the opposite corner of the room where you could hear Jaebum’s clear voice but, as soon as he finished his thank-you speech and introduced the first song, you learned that that was absolutely not going to happen.

Your friends were the first ones who approached you, trying to keep their excitement to a minimum but still distracting you from Jaebum’s music. You didn’t mind – it felt so touching to hear their words of support – and you didn’t really mind the people from Jaebum’s agency who approached you next, either, because, for one, you felt like you had to leave a good impression on them, but also, they were unexpectedly supportive as well. Apparently, this was the first acoustic-showcase-turned-photography-exhibition for any artist signed with their label and that was, according to them, a great start for any career.

You got to hear Jaebum finish the first song – and saw how lost in the music he seemed to be on that platform; he looked like he was exploring a different world, far away from the party and the people here – and applauded as loud as every other person in the room before, just as he started to introduce the next song, you were forced to return to the position of co-host and carry on with your own performance.

Apparently, the people who had come tonight weren’t just friends and acquaintances, but complete strangers as well. They had simply gotten curious about an event in their neighborhood and decided to show up. You learned of this when Jaebum’s second song of the night unleashed a chain of people you’ve never met – all of them were curious about purchasing the artwork. Your artwork.

Truthfully, you hadn’t even planned on selling any of your pictures, so, flushed and disheveled, you left them waiting while you scanned the party for Jackson.

“I got this,” he reassured you as soon as you found him – he was chatting up the three elderly ladies from before – and explained the situation. “You go to the front, yeah? He needs to see you.”

“Y-yeah,” you nodded, overwhelmed by so many things happening at the same time. “Thank you!”

Jackson nodded and headed in the direction you had pointed in, while you made your way closer to Jaebum’s platform. For the first few moments, you couldn’t concentrate on the sound of his voice for too long. You kept turning around to check on Jackson who was showing your pictures and bargaining with anyone who was interested. But, before long, Jaebum’s songs ended up captivating you after all. It was simply impossible not to feel yourself wander into the realms he’d created with his soulful music.

Watching him was an all-consuming experience. Jaebum kept his eyes closed for most of the songs but whenever he did allow himself to look at the audience, his eyes always found you by default. That alone was enough to make your heart race but every time he smiled when he looked at you – as if he wasn’t expecting to see you standing at the front, completely transfixed by him – sent you right into a dizzy spell and you were worried you’d conclude this night by passing out before hearing his entire set.

“The last song,” Jaebum announced right when your cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much, “is easily the most meaningful one in the EP. It’s about someone who’s really important to me. The most important, actually. Uh, we met under unusual circumstances, to be honest. I caused a lot of damage in this person’s life – I broke furniture, even,” he had to pause until the audience stopped laughing, “I was generally a very big asshole. But this person and I went through a lot a-and I hope we go through a lot more together.”

When Jaebum looked at you before the first chords started to play, you were afraid you looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Your heart was struggling to keep beating as the time around you seemed to come to a stop.

“You and I, who met by accident,” he started the song, the richness of his voice so much more prominent when he was singing live than it was on the record, “you never even thought about us, but my head is completely filled with thoughts of you. I think about you every moment of the day.”

You tried to focus on your breathing because focusing on the words he was singing – the words he might have written about you – was making your hands shake and your eyes water. This could have been the very song Jackson had mentioned when he confronted you at the exhibition you’d attended with Jiho.

“Without missing a single day, no matter where I am, I want to be with you,” he sang and you perked up, recognizing the last line. This was the same song—the same melody, the similar lyrics!—that you’d overheard Jaebum sing to himself in the shower at the motel all of those weeks ago. “I don’t want to be apart, not for one moment. Let’s make a promise, the two of us.”

You’d have promised him anything in that moment—and any moment that followed—as you listened to him sing, your entire body coming alive with each chord. You could feel your pulse throb in your veins, your temples, and your throat all at the same time.

“Each gesture of yours is picturesque. Even when you wake up in the morning, you sparkle,” Jaebum’s voice continued, his eyes catching yours in a loving—and absolutely unyielding—gaze. “It wouldn’t matter if you were shabby, you’re already inside of my heart. Even if someone else comes along, no one compares to you.”

Your throat was dry but your eyes were the complete opposite. You felt the first tears slip out of your control and slide down your cheeks -- just like the raindrops had, outside of the loft -- as soon as Jaebum gripped the mic stand tighter, starting the chorus of the song.

“I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you,” he harmonised, his eyes closing but his heart remaining open as words spilled out from the deepest cavities of his chest, “I am spiraling out of control. All I wanna do is love you, the spot next to me naturally belongs to you.”

You flinched, startled by an unexpected hand that had landed on your shoulder just as the chorus drew to a close. Tearing your eyes away from Jaebum, you saw Jackson next to you – a proud, almost fatherly, smile on his face. He didn’t say anything but the nod of his head confirmed what little doubts you may have had left – this was the song for you. The song about you.

“When I think about it now, it still makes no sense,” Jaebum continued, the feeling of you finally hearing these words so relieving, he couldn’t help the small smile that had crept up to his lips as he asked, “how did I fall for you in such a short time? Even when I close my eyes, I’m thinking about you. I can’t fall asleep, what’s the matter?”

You knew you were going through the most powerful whirlpool of emotions of your life as you felt the tears on your cheeks but couldn’t resist mirroring Jaebum’s smile.

“I don’t know if I’m me, sometimes I get surprised. My image, even if it’s the same, is a little awkward,” he sang, each and every word full of the feelings he’d grasped and pulled out of his heart to put them into the song. “But I think it’s okay – this isn’t so bad, either. As long as I’m next to you, whoever I am, it’s all good.”

You felt so much love for him, you thought you were going to explode. And, in spite of finding the song simply mesmerizing and utterly unforgettable, you suddenly couldn’t wait for it to end because even though he was singing it on a platform a mere few feet away from you, he still felt too far.

“I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you,” he admitted again in the second chorus. When asked later, you’d never be able to tell if he was singing this song at his release party in front of dozens of people, or if he had pulled you away from the crowd to sing to you about all the things he’d insisted he was so bad at saying out loud.

Bowing to deafening applause when the song ended, Jaebum thanked everyone once again, his speech directed at those who came and those who didn’t. He thanked his friends individually. He thanked his label and everyone involved in the creation process. He thanked his family. And he thanked you – but you were already crying too much to make sense of anything he was saying.

As soon as he was finished, he wasted no time before climbing off the platform and, with a smile brighter than the brightest star in the night sky, he made his way towards you. The people were still applauding him when he reached you but he was now focused on something else entirely.

“You didn’t like the song?” he asked with a smile as his hands carefully wiped the tears away from your face.

You laughed at the absurd question, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head against his shoulder as you whispered, “I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said and the room erupted into a yet another round of applause as he hugged you back, laughing in the same ethereal way that made your heart dance and the rain outside stop, so the whole world could listen.

With the people around you still on a high brought on by Jaebum’s music and with the applause still ringing in your ears, Jaebum took you back into the world he’d created for you and him only -- a world that seemed to be miles away from anyone else and lightyears away from real life. No one wanted to approach you and interrupt. No one dared.

Kissing your temple, Jaebum pulled away slightly to push a stray strand of your hair away from your face and ask, “do you still have doubts if we’ll make it?”

“No,” you answered, your eyes glittering with life and with love. “I think we’ve already made it.”

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[kyber-kisses]

Torrential (3/3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: more cursing, more fluff, more Dean being totally in love and not knowing what to do

Summary: Deans tries to keep his feelings buried, but its extremely hard when Y/N is just so damn perfect.

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long to finish, i currently have the worst case of writers block and it feels like I've been stuck in an endless loop of zero inspiration. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

It was like some sort of weird drug.

That was one of the only ways Dean could describe his feelings. Everything was fine one second, and the next? You’d just waltz into the room and his palms would get sweaty and he would suddenly be stumbling on his words. 

Okay- so more accurately you were like a drug, and Dean was addicted. He partially blamed Sam for this. He was the one that had helped him realize his feelings towards you. His little brother had got him hooked on the drug that was Y/N Y/L/N.

For a moment he also blamed the damn thunderstorm still raging outside. It hadn’t let up and with each passing day Dean swore that he was falling deeper in love with you. You would still sit with the door open while you read and every once and awhile you would just patter into the room drenched to the bone with a smile that out shined the sun smeared across your face.

You were addicted to the rain just like the older Winchester was addicted to you. You came in drenched with water and Dean stayed drenched in love. It was somehow poetic, and the hunter had no idea what to do with it. He’d never felt this way about anyone before.

You had gotten up from your armchair awhile ago, disappearing into the confines of the bunker to do knows what, leaving him to steep in silence as he tried to come to terms with the truth. Even if it had been days, he still found it hard to believe. Should he tell you? Or should he just keep it buried as his little secret until eventually time ran out?

So caught up in his thoughts, He almost didn’t notice your return until you were siding up next to where he was seated, the laptop in front of him going unnoticed as he stayed locked in the zone.

“Grilled cheese for your thoughts?” You smiled, offering over the delicacy you had balanced on a plate, earning his attention as he turned to look at you.

“You made me grilled cheese?”

“Uh, yeah? You seemed a bit out of it earlier so I thought what better way to gain your attention than to bribe you with cheese and bread?” You grinned, sticking the plate out for him to take.

“You know me so well.”

“I know.” Sinking down into the chair besides him, you crossed your arms. “You wanna tell me why you’ve been acting so off lately?”

“I haven’t been acting off.”

Raising an eyebrow, you swiped half of the sandwich. “Try again cowboy. You’ve been awfully quiet these past few days.”

Shit. Had he really been that off? He thought he had been covering it up just fine. Clearly that was not the case.

Dean let out a sigh, picking off little pieces of crust from his portion of the sandwich. He just had to try and cover it up again. Throw you off so you didn’t poke anymore. He was afraid that if you did he wouldn’t be able to hold anything back.

“Do you wanna go on a walk?”

and there went that plan. . .

“A walk? Dean, it’s raining.” You shot him a quizzed look, his question catching you even more off guard. “And no offense but I thought you hated the rain.”

“I don’t hate it!” He fired back, standing up and reaching for his coat. “It’s just not- my ideal weather.”

Watching him walk towards the stairs, you tried to piece together what was going on with him, only to come up blank. You couldn’t for the life of you pin point why he was acting so weird.

“You coming or not?”

“Sheesh, calm down. Let me put on my jacket.” Tugging the canvas material over you body you let your feet carry you quickly across the room and up the stairs, Dean grabbing the lone umbrella that stayed propped against the railing most days.

Holding the door open for you, you stepped out into what felt like a never ending downpour. Rain beaded down the paintwork of the impala, bouncing off of every hard surface. The sound coming from every direction except down and the storm drains bubbling with brown runoff from the lonely dirt road. There was a subtle swoosh sound from behind you and a moment later the feeling of water dripping onto your head ceased, Dean standing besides you with the open umbrella:

“You know, you’re probably the last person I ever expected to just get up and go on a walk with. You shun exercise.”

“Oh shut up. This isn’t exercise.” Stepping up the stone stairs side by side, Dean adjusted his grip on the umbrella, making sure you were both protected from the downpour- not that you cared though. “This is- this is a leisurely stroll.”

“Ah. Got it. . . Still not like you at all.” You shot him an amused grin before linking your arm with his and pulling yourself closer to the Winchester. Thankfully for Dean, you hadn’t noticed his surprised look when you did it, the tender action catching him off guard as he looked down at your linked arms. Everything in him was telling him to pull away, to sever the connection before he fell even further. . . But he couldn’t. It was like a magnet kept him close to you, making it impossible for him to do anything rationally.

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes, the sounds of your boots hitting the shallow puddles almost being drowned out by the droplets smacking against the material of the umbrella.

“Why do you like the rain so much?” He suddenly questioned, shifting to stick his free hand into his pocket. “You never told me.”

And like so many times before, Dena watched as your eyes lit up, a soft smile pulling at your lips and making the corners of your eyes crinkle. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just wondering.”

“You want the long answer or the sort one?”

Dean shrugged, doing his best to act casual in the whole situation. “I don’t care. Whatever you want.”

You smile grew at his response, taking in the hunter as you did so. How could someone be so complicated and so simple at the same time?

“I love the rain. I always have. It brings life and fills the earth. It smells good too- it smells fresh. Clean.” You paused. “And the sound? People always explain it as a steady pitter patter but I always compared it to the crackle of an old radio coming to life. The rain has always made me feel safe and secure. kind of like you.”

You paused once more, looking over the hunter you still linked arms with, taken back by his expression.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Is it really that cheesy?”

“No,no.” Dean quickly interjected, the soft smile on his lips slowly growing, eyes full as he gave you his attention. “I just like hearing you talk about things you love. You get excited.”

At that your grin grew, eyes almost as bright as his. “And what about you, Dean Winchester?”

“What about me?”

“What things do you love? What things make you happy? Besides double bacon cheeseburgers and your car of course.”

Dean tried to hide the falter in his steps, almost soaking his foot in a puddle with the action. So. . . He may have dug himself into a small hole with that one small comment.

Quick, Dean. Give her an answer. . . Preferably not the first thing that comes to mind.

“Y/N, you already know the things I love.”

“I know some things. I doubt I know everything.” You corrected him, giving his bicep a squeeze as you did.

“I love hunting, and classic rock.”

“Dean, I already know those things!”

The hunter shrugged in defense, practically white knuckling the umbrella handle in a futile attempt to keep himself in check. “I don’t know what to tell you Y/N! You know everything about me!”

“Oh c’mon. There has to be something. Give me something that will surprise me.”

“Y/n, I’m telling you. You already know what I love. I can’t surprise you.”

With a groan you un-linked your arm from his, once again stepping out into the downpour, tilting your face skyward. “And I’m telling you: I sincerely doubt that.”

“You do know if you do that your gonna have to walk back in wet clothes, right?” Dean grinned, watching as you hopped into a puddle, the childish part of you shining through with the small action as you got distracted.

“Does it look like I care?”

And then before the older Winchester even had a chance to react to ripped the umbrella from his grasp and snapped it shut, successful drenching him in a similar fashion to yourself.

“Y/N! What the hell?!”

“It’s just water, silly.” You laughed, suddenly choosing to hop from puddle to puddle momentarily. “Sure, it doesn’t look partially nice from under the umbrella, but once you’re out in it, it ain’t so bad.”

Squinting through the sheet of rain dividing you, Dean took in your features. tiny rivulets of water slid down your face, dripping of the top of your nose and collecting on your lips. Your hair at this point slicked back by the amount of water it had collected as well. 

God, you were beautiful.

“You.”

Your childish antics quickly ceased, your figure spinning around to face him. “What?”

“You asked me what do I love. That’s my answer.” He swallowed, suddenly finding it difficult to do so. “You. I’m- im in love with you.”

It was almost painful to stand there and watch you. Your eyes widened and you froze in the middle of a particularly big puddle, the last of the ripples you had made slowly beginning to fade. You blinked. Once. Twice.

“Okay, you gonna say something or you just gonna stand there and make me feel even more uncomfortable than I already am?”

You stayed silent for another minute, successfully stunned to silence by his words. Dean Winchester. . . In love with you?

“Me?”

“Yes, You.”

“Are you sure? I’m fucking crazy.”

“Yes, I’m damn sure. Why do you think I’ve been so quiet lately?” He paused, drawing in a breath.

“That’s why you were so quiet?! I thought you were mad at me!”

“I wasn’t mad at you!” Stomping through the small puddles, Dean came to a halt in front of you, wiping the rain from his vision, even if it only lasted a moment. “I just- I didn’t know what to do. I love you- I’ve been in love with you Y/N. Probably long before I even realized I was.” It was like the rain was a whole different kind of liquid courage, because like a switch being flicked the words just flowed out easily.

There was silence from your end again as you took in his words and then slowly but surely a smile spread across your face. “Dean.”

“What?”

“Well, I thought we were saying things we loved, right?”

It took a minute for the gears to click into place in his brain but you could pinpoint the moment they aligned, Deans eyes widening at the realization. “Wait- you-“ he never finished because you quickly flung your arms around him, and sweetly pressed your lips against his.

And then the bastard slipped. He fucking slipped. You don’t know how but all off a sudden his arms were around you, and his feet went out from underneath him, and Dean Winchester successfully pulled you to the muddy earth with him, your heads bonking during the decent as you let out a yell.

Except this time the hunter softened your fall as you landed on his chest, earning a harsh oof from him.

“Oh god, I’m sorry-“ bracing your hands on either side of his head, you pushed most of your body weight off him, your face hovering bunches from his own.

“You okay?”

“I’m okay. Are you? I think I crushed your lungs.” The words slowly fading on your lips as you quickly lost yourself in his eyes.

“Y/N.”

“Dean.” His name left your lips breathlessly, and then his arms snakes around your waist and pulled you flush against him, and you were kissing again. Dean swore he could taste the rainwater on your lips, and they were even more lush then they looked. His hands curled along your back, tracing your shape as he did.

Okay- so maybe you were right. The real thing wasn’t so bad once you stepped out into the downpour. It might be unsettling at first- but the feeling soon melts away.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows. - Carol Gilligan

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[comradekatsu]

“you’re dead to me.”

“I don’t know what you’ve been told,” Deku started, spitting the words out with malice, “See, I am not your enemy.” “Oi, what the fuck are you talking about, ner-” “But if there’s one thing that I know, it’s that you’re not a friend of me.”

a bkdk fic inspired by dead to me by kali uchis

word count: 1.9K

CW: anger issues, angst, not a happy ending, cursing, romantic if you squint

A/N: this is my first fic on here! i guess we could start off with a bang, huh? i also posted this to ao3, under the username greenolivetree. im looking forward to writing more in the future! i’ll probably do both ships and x reader stuff :) and maybe later today i’ll post a get to know me, haha. enjoy!

Bakugo can admit when he goes too far. He’s brash, stubborn as fuck, angry, and loud, but if he fucks up too much, he can recognize that. Perks of having human empathy mix in with your anger issues, you know when you’re in the wrong in the middle of an argument. His friends don’t mind, they know him. Kirishima would pull him aside and make him breathe. Kaminari will whisper something about not needing to prove himself all the time and to drop it. Mina and Sero deal with the aftermath of Bakugou blowing up on someone. However, sometimes, his friends aren’t there.

They had a plan. When given ten minutes of prep time, they drafted an intricate plan that would take less than thirty minutes to complete. It was sprung on Class 1-A, and anything that was not planned set Bakugo on edge. He already had Kaminari tell him to calm the fuck down the second he heard Aizawa explain the mission. The two were halfway through their plan, and Deku tripped on a piece of debris.

“Can you get it fucking together, Deku? Damn it,” He snapped, the tension in his chest building bigger and bigger by the second. If he didn’t say anything, it would physically pain him. When he’s angry and does nothing, it felt like a python squeezing his heart. Bakugou usually resorted to things like breaking hangers in his closet, but it was training, and there was nothing to break. “God, you can’t be this fucking incompetent. How’d you even make it this far in life?”

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He panicked, racking his brain for something to say that would soften the blow but not compromise his ego. Bakugo couldn’t come up with any. He froze, the pressure in his chest increasing, trying to think of anything to say that wasn’t harsh. His mind wasn’t merciful. All the ash-blond could think of was how easy, how fucking simple their mission was and Midoriya kept ruining his plan. It wasn’t fucking rocket science, so why couldn’t he get it? Was Deku trying to sabotage Bakugou? Why wasn’t he following the fucking plan? Katsuki just wanted the thoughts to stop, so he could say something--anything, anything that could not make him look like a vile human being for lashing out.

All Katsuki could do was stand dumbly in the middle of the training. They sent him and Midoriya to a makeshift building, paired together, with the instruction of saving hostages. The kidnappers were Eraserhead and All Might, with the hostages being general study course kids who wanted the extra credit. Midoriya looked at him, stonefaced. This was an unnatural reaction for Deku, who usually just rolls his eyes and tells him to focus on the mission. He was simply standing still, staring at Bakugo with wide eyes. Not the wide eyes of someone who was scared of him, no, someone who was tired. Exasperated. Exhausted by his actions.

“I don’t know what you’ve been told,” Deku started, spitting the words out with malice, “See, I am not your enemy.”

“Oi, what the fuck are you talking about, ner-”

“But if there’s one thing that I know, it’s that you’re not a friend of me.” Bakugo stopped breathing for a second. He went too far. What did Kirishima say about breathing? He tensed up, balling his hands into fists to relieve the rage that was burning inside of him. Kirishima said to breathe in for eight, hold for four, out for eight. He could do that. Breathe. Bakugo can breathe.

He considered Midoriya a friend these past few months. They’ve grown close, been nicknamed The Wonder Duo. They haven’t had a sole mission together before, and of course, that’s when Bakugo couldn’t control himself. High pressure, a low consequence for snapping. He just assumed that something like this could be looked past. Bakugo knows, when he’s not clouded with rage, that it is not anyone’s responsibility to cater to him. Bakugo has to hold back, not others. Sometimes it gets too much too fast and he just… can’t hold back. This was one of those times, as he stared into the emerald eyes he’s grown to be fond of. His childhood best friend, who’d fought and crawled his way into a soft spot in Bakugo’s heart, even if he didn’t understand Bakugo as Kirishima or Kaminari did. Deku was still someone he’d cared for. A little too much. 

Bakugo just wished anger had a filter. No matter the closeness, anyone was subject to it at one point or another. It made him weak, it made him cruel. People thought he was heartless. Maybe he deserved it. He didn’t like being vulnerable, only a few people at few times get to see him like that.  Calm down.

Bakugo breathed out. “What are you talking about?” 

Deku just stared at him. It was then Katsuki noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks, he hadn’t realized because his face was neutral, lips pressed in a line. Midoriya’s tears gave away what he was feeling. He took off his mask that hung from his neck, holding it gently in his hands. Midoriya’s eyes tore away from Bakugo’s to stare at it for a moment, contemplating. Bakugo’s chest was close to collapsing in on itself, anger inflating like a balloon. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted to pop the balloon, to get his mind to stop racing with insults and berating comments and intrusive thoughts for two fucking minutes so he could keep Deku from saying what he’s going to next. It doesn’t work that way.

He remembered the first time he realized that this was a problem. It was after Bakugo had fought those fourth graders (and won), but still went home with that now-familiar aching feeling in his chest. Bakugo ignored his mother and stormed up into his room, slamming the door shut. He replayed the scene over and over in his mind until his Quirk activated and suddenly he was punching a hole in his wall and the entire drywall crumbled where he stood. Mitsuki was thankfully outside his door, quick to take him and run before any debris hit him. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She asked, softly caressing the dust off of his face. Mitsuki wasn’t mad, just concerned.

“They bumped into me, I didn’t bump into them. They bumped into me, I promise, why would they say that,” he mumbled, refusing to make eye contact. 

“Baby,” Mitski whispered, wiping the last of the dirt on his face. No hug. She stood up and walked away from him. “I need to call the police. We need to get you a new wall.”

Bakugo shifted back to reality as Deku cleared his throat with passive-aggression. He hadn’t meant to zone out. Bakugo had a tendency to dissociate when angry, to the point where he’d be lost in his daydreams in an attempt to calm down. This can last from minutes to days. Usually, Kirishima or Kaminari grounded him.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya whispered, realizing that Bakugo wasn’t listening, “You… you just don’t care… you… you…!”

“I what? Come on!” Now that he was fully alert, Bakugo was yelling at this point. “Spit it the fuck out! Come on, Deku, if you’re so big and fucking tough, say it!” He couldn’t control his words. Katsuki just wanted to shut himself up. “Not a friend to me… tch. Oi, at least I’m not so fucking sensitive I cry at a single fucking sente-”

“You’re dead to me!” Midoriya screamed, louder than Bakugo had heard before. His voice cracked on every word, denting his mask from how hard he gripped it. 

The balloon in his chest popped.

“You’re obsessed, you keep comparing yourself to me. I’ve never treated you like you treat me, Kacchan! You don’t treat Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki, no one! You’re so threatened by me, you think I’m out to get you. I’ve done nothing but love you for years, and you still treat me like I’m nothing! I can’t handle you anymore. Just because you can’t be fucking normal and nice to others, doesn’t give you the excuse to be a bad friend! For what? Class rank? You’re obsessed, just let it go,” Deku said, closing his eyes tight. It was as if he’d been thinking this for a long time. “You’re dead to me.”

Bakugo was suddenly hyper-aware of everything around him. He could hear every creak in the building, the hum of the AC, the way Midoriya’s feet shifted on the floor. His costume was too tight, too fucking tight, Bakugo felt like he couldn’t breathe. His wrists ached by being weighed down, something that doesn’t usually happen. He could smell the dust in the air, the fresh coat of paint that they’d put on the walls for the training. The ringing in his ears grew to the front of his head and it was too much, it was all too much. He put his fists to his neck, squeezing slightly.

“You’re just saying that,” he grumbled.

“I’m not somebody you know.”

“Stop it!” He yelled, hitting his neck with his fists. Angry tears fell down his face, but he was quick to rub them off. “You don’t mean that! I do know you, I do! Fuck!” Katsuki reached out his hand to grab onto Midoriya’s arm. 

“Could  you just leave me alone?” Midoriya yanked back, throwing his mask at the taller boy. He looked up to a camera watching them. “Exam over. We failed. I’m going to the dorms. Let me out.” 

“You can’t just fucking fail me! Over that?” What Bakugo wanted to say was that he was sorry, he wanted to make it up to him, he knows he fucking sucks-- but nothing of the sort came out of his mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking open up any doors!” He yelled to the ceiling, not really sure who he was yelling to. As long as it wasn’t Midoriya. “Fuck you! Don’t fucking fail me! Stop it! Stop!” Heavy tears pounded on his cheeks like rain.

“Let me out!” Midoriya said once more, and a voice sounded over the intercom. 

“Well… we can’t just keep students hostage. Follow my voice and you’ll be taken to the exit,” Gang Orca said. His voice was taken aback like no student had done this before. Especially not in the 1-A class. They usually just fought through their problems. 

“Don’t go. Please, Izuku, please,” Bakugo begged, his voice small. He didn’t feel mad anymore. Bakugo messed everything up. If he could control himself, it wouldn’t get to this. If he could just apologize, everything would be okay. But he can’t, and he has to deal with the consequences. One of the only times his mother consolidated him for his problems, the only piece of advice she gave him, was that no one owed him their patience. He has to overcome it himself, because she won’t take him to a therapist. How could the future number one hero have a mental health record? Bakugo had to deal with it. And, he was doing a horrid fucking job at it.

Midoriya smoothed out his hero costume and walked towards the door. The green-haired boy turned around right before he left.

“You’re dead to me, Bakugo.” Midoriya’s voice held some eery form of finality. He spun on his heel and left the building, leaving Katsuki alone. If Katsuki sobbed alone until he had to be forced by All Might to leave for the next pair, no one had to know.

[pynches]

Hello! So this fic request was inspired by your one story where Adam falls into a lake and almost drowns (which I loved by the way,as I do all your fics and edits) and it made me think of Ronan teaching Adam how to swim the summer after trk. 😊😊

a/n im really happy you liked that fic (and my edits ajsdhf) and i absolutely adored writing this prompt so i hope you love this one as well!word count: 1605tw: no warnings! like anywhere this is very fluffy!

“Adam? Can we talk?”

And there it was, the inevitability of what Ronan was going to say next. Adam had prepared himself for this moment, the feeling of it coming having nothing to do with his newfound psychic abilities.

“Sure,” he managed to say, sounding more casual than he thought he would’ve been able to manage. Ronan poked right through the facade however, like he had been able to do for a while now.

He raised a single eyebrow.

Adam’s hands were shaking when he opened the door to the bedroom they slept in together whenever Adam was at the Barns, which was almost every day since they got together only weeks earlier.

Adam sat down on the bed and immediately looked down at his hands. He heard Ronan sigh faintly and felt the bed dip next to him. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Ronan asked, playing with his leather wrist bands.

Adam hated the uncertainty in his voice. “Maybe,” he decided on, taking one of Ronan’s hands in his own.

Ronan huffed, “That’s not an answer, Parrish.”

Adam knew what Ronan wanted.

The truth.

Something seemingly easy to Ronan. Truths rolled off his tongue, sharp and poisonous, but true nonetheless. Ronan abashedly told you what he thought, even if it ended up breaking you beyond healing.

Adam was a liar.

But he tried not to be, even if it was just to please Ronan. There was a lot he would do nowadays to please Ronan. It scared him a little.

“I can’t swim.”

A truth.

“My parents never taught me.”

Another truth.

“I don’t care.”

A lie.

Blue had begged him to go swimming with them the last time they went to the beach and Adam had refused, even when Ronan had looked at him with disappointment in his eyes, not exactly at Adam but more at his refusal to spend those precious hours they had with him.

Adam had shrugged at him and averted his eyes, desperate to hide the disappointment mirrored in his own eyes. He had watched his friends go and he was left behind, once again hindered by his inability to do something, to have something they did have. The ability to swim in this case.

He could feel Ronan look at him but he didn’t dare to look back. He didn’t know what Ronan was going to find in his eyes but he knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Ronan stood from the bed when Adam continued his unbreakable silence. Adam had the urge to grab Ronan’s wrist and hold onto it, to prevent him from leaving because Adam fucked up once again. He heard the door slam between them when he didn’t which wasn’t unusual for Ronan. Everything Ronan came across had dealt with the underlying anger that was constantly burning in one way or another even when there was nothing that had sparked that anger. This time Adam feared it had been him that dropped the flame.

He was about ready to leave The Barns and make a break for it, running back to St. Agnes like the coward he was but then he was hit in the face with a piece of fabric.

“They’re Matthew’s,” was the only explanation Ronan gave. “They should fit you.”

Adam’s hand clenched around the swimming trunks and nearly threw it back in Ronan’s face. “This is not funny, Lynch,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not kidding, Adam,” Ronan said.

Adam believed him.

“Then what-“

“I’m going to teach you how to swim,” Ronan said with a shrug, moving around Adam to get into his own pair.

Normally when Ronan undressed, Adam stared at him because it was Ronan undressing. Now, he just gawked at him dumbly. “You’re going to do what now?”

Adam could feel Ronan’s eyes rolling, even with his back turned to him.

“For fuck’s sake, Adam,” Ronan said not unkindly. “I’m going to teach you how to swim so you can join us next time.”

Adam bit his lip, preventing him from spilling out the familiar words. I’m not a charity case and I won’t be treated as such. I don’t need your help, I am my own independent person and I can do it myself.

Instead, he quickly exchanged his jeans for the swimming trunks before he could change his mind. Ronan nodded at him approvingly and shot him a sharp grin. “Need some of Matthew’s floaties too?”

“Prick,” Adam said but smiled nonetheless.

Adam wasn’t smiling now with the cold water hitting his ankles and Ronan pulling on his arm to drag him in further. His nervousness didn’t stem from distrust, he knew Ronan wouldn’t just let him drown but more so from the fear of not being able to do it, even though, in the back of his mind, he knew almost everybody should be able to.

But his relationship with Ronan was new, even if it felt like it wasn’t. There was familiarity in Ronan’s touches already, in the way his fingers wrapped around his wrist, always pulling him along into reckless activities Adam never ended up regretting.

Adam wasn’t going to regret this one either.

He let himself be led further into the sea, now waist-deep in the cold water. Ronan was surprisingly patient now, watching Adam carefully for even the slightest grimace or twitch of his eye.

“Do you know how to float?” Ronan asked, his voice not unkind. Adam shook his head sadly, another sign of defeat splayed out in the open.

Ronan nodded and urged Adam to wade in further until the water was hitting his chest. Ronan let go of his wrists and wove his arms around Adam’s waist, the heat of his skin a stark contrast against the ice-cold of the sea he was still getting used to.

When Ronan reached down to hold Adam’s legs too, carrying him in a bridal style position, he didn’t ask if Adam trusted him, if he was allowed to do this. He already knew the answer.

He lifted Adam slightly and Adam let his head fall back, flinching at the cold water seeping into his ears. Ronan laughed softly and continued to hold him as Adam got used to the water surrounding him, feeling how it held him up alongside Ronan.

“You can let go,” Adam said softly, not wanting to break the peacefulness of the moment. Ronan let go of him slowly, giving him every chance to ask for the safety of his arms again. But Adam wasn’t one to back out, he gave himself over to the unpredictability of the sea.

He felt himself drift off but he knew Ronan was still close by. He let himself gaze up to the blue sky, try to see shapes in the clouds that passed him by until Ronan touched him softly, asking if he was ready for another lesson.

Adam nodded but didn’t move either. He heard Ronan laughed faintly, the sound distorted underwater. Two hands gripped his shoulders and dragged him further into the sea.

The bottom had fallen away when Adam tried to stand again. He would’ve sunk if it wasn’t for Ronan’s quick arms wrapping around him. “Looks like it’s water-treading next.”

“When are you going to teach me how to actually swim?” Adam asked impatiently after following Rowan’s instruction to kick the water as hard as he could.

“When you’re not two seconds away from drowning,” Ronan said with a roll of his eyes. He let Adam’s waist go slowly, nodding approvingly when he kept his head above water.

Ronan deemed him ready after a few minutes of this. Adam’s legs were already burning but he wasn’t one to admit defeat. He kept going, no matter the costs.

He moved his arms and legs as Ronan instructed and laughed freely when he moved forward. Adam lost his concentration for a second and went under but Ronan had him lifted against his chest in a heartbeat.

Adam was still laughing.

“I thought you were going to die,” Ronan said, his voice jokingly patronising but Adam recognised the real concern lying just beneath the surface.

“I was under for one second,” Adam responded with a roll of his eyes, his tone amusing enough to make the situation more serious than it was. Still, the words held a quiet ‘I’m okay’ within them which made the frown finally disappear off of Ronan’s face.

They spend the entire afternoon like this, slowly swimming, Adam’s movements more confident and sure, Ronan’s cheering and laughter louder as the day passed them by.

They exchanged lazy kisses too, the weightlessness of the water a perfect reenactment of what they already felt when they kissed each other. It was freeing and peaceful, fluid in its familiarity.

They stayed until it became too dark to see each other, hands clasped together as they walked back to Ronan’s car that would take them back home to the Barns. Every second they could touch each other, they did, savouring the feeling of each other’s skin on their own before it was too late. It was Adam’s fingers trailing over Ronan’s bare arm as he drove them back, Ronan’s arms wrapped around his waist as they showered together, just keeping each other close, nothing more. It was them curled up in front of the TV after, too wrapped in each other to pay attention to the screen.

The next time the group went swimming, Adam joined to everybody’s glee and if he spent most of his time with Ronan, enjoying the little time before he left together, then that was nobody’s business but theirs.

[too-attached-to-fiction]

Not Broken, Just Bent

Masterlist here.

Word count: 1277

A/N: I fell down the DBH hole again and I missed writing for Connor so have some angst with a happy ending! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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You shot your eyes to your feet only seconds after ringing the doorbell of Hank’s house. The jingle rang out amidst the silence, and was quickly joined by Sumo’s bark and subsequent clicking of his paws. You could hear Hank groan out an instruction to the dog, but the door remained locked. 

You rang the doorbell again, knocking as well. “Hank, please, I know you’re in there. I need to talk to you.” 

The floorboards creaked from inside the house until finally, the old man swung open the door. “If you need anything from me, you must be desperate for help.” He remarked dryly. Still, he noted your frazzled appearance: the bags under your eyes, disheveled hair, your jacket and other winter clothes thrown on haphazardly. “Come on, there’s a beer with your name on it.” 

“I don’t drink-“ 

“Just come in.” Hank sighed, waiting for you to step inside before closing the door after you. 

“I hope you know I’m in no place to give advice.” Hank called after you as you made your way to his kitchen, sitting on one of the chairs at the dining table with your knees to your chest. 

“Doesn’t matter.” 

“Does Connor know you’re here?” 

“No..?” 

“Make it quick. I don’t want to get a new door if he decides to ransack this place looking for his other half.” Hank shot you a wry smile. 

“He’ll figure it out quickly.” You laughed humorlessly as Hank put a beer on the table in front of you. “Hank, I don’t drink.” 

“What’s the problem?” He say down with a loud sigh.  

“What..” you started, trying to swallow down the large lump in your throat. “What did you do with your wife when she said she loved you for the first time?” 

“I’d rather not talk about it-“ 

“Please, Hank.” 

Another sigh.

“I said it back.” Hank took a swig of beer. “What does this have to do with you?” 

“Were you depressed back then? The way you are now?” 

“No- look, things are the way they are for me for a different reason. (Y/N), just tell me what’s wrong.” 

“What do you do when... when someone says they love you, and you know that isn’t possible?” 

“Explain.” Hank leaned forward, eyebrows furrowing. 

“Like you’ve always seen yourself as broken and nothing and then someone comes along and you don’t know how they could possibly see you as anything worth loving but they do, and you don’t know how to respond. Because how do you tell them that you don’t know what to do with the love they give you? How do you say it without fucking up?” 

“Christ, how long have you had that pent up?!” 

“A week or so.” Your voice grew smaller. “Hank, I don’t know what to do, I’ve never... no one, not even my parents, has ever given me a good example of love. You know that. And then Connor crashed into my life and woke up,” that was the new term for deviation, “and decided that, despite the fact he doesn’t know much about emotions, he loves me.” 

“We’re going to play a game.” Hank decided. “It’s an interrogation technique, but this way you won’t overthink.” 

“Hank, you don’t understand, I don’t deserve him-“ 

“Do you like pickles?” He asked, standing up and starting to circle the table.

“What is that question?” 

“Just say yes or no.” 

“Fine. Yes.” You unfurled from yourself, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms. 

“Do you work at the Detroit Police Department?” 

“No.” 

“Are you a cynic?” 

“Yes.” 

“Do you think you deserve Connor?” 

“Yes. No. I don’t- Fuck.” 

Before you could get even more flustered, Hank moved on. 

“Do you love Connor?” 

“Yes.” The answer tumbled out so fast you barely heard yourself. “Yes.” You said again, just to be sure. 

“Good, because I think he’s about to kick down the door.” While you were in your head, you hadn’t noticed the constant ringing of the doorbell, but now, it blared loudly and continuously. Hank made his way to the door, grumbling to himself about unwanted house guests. 

“Lieutenant Anderson, have you seen (Y/N)?” Connor called out, the ringing finally stopping. 

“Yeah, yeah, just get in here before the neighbors sic the cops on me.” Hank grumbled, opening the door for Connor. “Sumo, time for a walk.” 

Hank returned to the kitchen. “Talk to ‘im, he looks kinda...” Hank trailed off, waving his hand in the air. “No make up sex in my house, please.” 

“Duly noted.” You let yourself smile a little before curling up on the chair again. 

“To be fair,” Hank paused on his way out, “sometimes I don’t know what to do with how much Connor makes me feel like a father. Or how much he cares. Go easy on the kid.” 

Connor appeared in the kitchen doorway, his face flushing a faint blue tint. Hank looked at the two of you before shaking his head and walking out. 

“You didn’t come home. I thought something had happened, I thought you’d been kidnapped. I tried contacting you in every way before coming here.” 

“I turned off my phone.” You said quietly. 

“You should have told me.” 

“I needed to be alone.”

“You could have told me where you were going.” You should have. The words died on his lips, noticing the way you fidgeted in your chair. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, walking in front of you and kneeling to meet your eye level. 

“It’s not your business-“ 

“You’re avoiding the question. You’re avoiding me.” He said, eyes focused on yours. 

“Why... how can you see me as someone worth loving?” You lowered your eyes, your arms around your legs shaking. “How could you love someone so broken?��� Your lip quivered as you spoke. “Really, an awful choice.” You tried to add humor to the situation, but you knew it wouldn’t distract from the actual problem. 

“The definition of broken is to be in little pieces. But you are very much whole.” Connor said gently. “However, if you’re broken hearted, the internet says that ice cream or tea is a good remedy, as well as discussing it with someone you trust.” 

“It’s not like that.” You whispered. 

“Then explain it to me.” 

“How could you love someone when neither of you have experienced it? How can you say you love me when in reality you just think you love me?” 

Connor frowned, taking your hands into his large, warm ones. While most of his responses were quick, he hesitated, looking down. 

“I don’t know what love is. I don’t think anybody does. We think we know, like you said, but it’s impossible to describe. Humanity has spent centuries using it as inspiration, but it’s all poetic. Metaphorical. But I know I like having you around. I know I like learning new things about your world. I know I like kissing you in the morning and before you sleep, making you smile after every one. I know I want to be with you every waking second. In that sense, shouldn’t that mean that the conclusion is I know I love you, and that I know what love is?” 

“I love you.” You blurted out. “I’m sorry it took so long.” 

“It was worth the wait.” He reassured you, smiling. 

When Hank returned, the two of you were curled up on the couch, mumbling quietly to each other. He disappeared into the kitchen with a smile on his face. 

You might have insisted you were broken, but regardless, Hank knew now that there was no point in trying to separate the two of you. 

[lamiasluck]

Apart of the Pack

(This is a gift for @hostgalli19! I hope you enjoy)

Summary: Yancy, a powerful beast among beasts, roams through the forest. He's an unstoppable force, all his prey cower before him in the quick last moments they have before they're ripped apart. Lately he's sent his eyes on one man that's been travelling through the forest everyday. A man cloaked in a red hood.

Characters: Yancy, Eric, and Derek

AU: Little Red Riding Hood inspired, Yancy’s a werewolf

Words: 3757

Warnings: Referenced abuse and implied character death

Read on AO3!

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The forest was quiet, it always was. Only the bravest of souls travelled through the Happy Trails forest. Despite the cutesy name, monsters of all kinds roamed amongst the dense trees. If anyone were to travel too far or stray from the path, their souls would be doomed to be the next meal of some bloodthirsty beast. So only the strongest went through, the bravest of the brave.

Or souls with a chore to complete, apparently.

Yancy has been watching this guy for awhile now. He wore a red hood that covered most of his body, but Yancy could tell that he was one of those frail types. He constantly looked over his shoulder and kept a wary eye on the bushes as he passed. Everyday he walked on the path, not daring to stray for even a second. Yancy could smell the fear on him, almost as well as he could smell the food he always carried.

Alongside the red hood, another constant was the basket of pastries and food. He delivered them to the same house everyday. A family member, maybe? Yancy never bothered with the details. What he did bother with was what looked like an easy meal.

For someone like him, his diet mainly consisted of meats, but he wouldn’t mind a bread roll every once and awhile. Besides, if he couldn’t get what was in the basket he could tear that man apart and use his red hood as a napkin. All it took was a rustle of a bush for the man to start cowering.

“W-Who’s there?!” The man panicked. He held his basket close as Yancy stepped closer.

Now in an approachable form, Yancy held up his arms in a passive manner. “Easy there, pipsqueak. I’m just passin’ by.”

The man still seemed apprehensive. Even in the daytime this forest was dangerous, so he kept his guard up. He looked around for any other signs of life. As far as he could see, it was just him and this stranger.

“What’s someone like youse doing ‘ere? This place is pretty dangerous, y’know?” Yancy got a better look at the man’s face as he stared petrified. Round glasses framed his face, with quirked up eyebrows and a slightly quivering lip to add onto his defenseless attitude. It delighted Yancy to see such an easy target.

“I’m, um, I-I’m giving some f-food to my - to my dad.” The man shrunk further into himself as Yancy looked him up and down, eyes focusing on his food basket. “Wh-What are you doing here…?”

Yancy pressed his lips together. “I’m one of ‘em monster hunters,” he lied, “Just checkin’ to make sure everything’s alright ‘ere. The name’s Yancy.”

Instantly, the man relaxed at his claim. Not entirely relaxed, but relaxed enough that Yancy doesn’t have to worry about him running away soon. Eyes blinded by panic missed Yancy’s oddly strong and clawed nails, and his abnormally sharpened toothy smile.

“I’m Eric,” he muttered. Yancy’s roughed up appearance put him on edge, but he assumed he was coming out of a scuffle of some sorts.

Yancy nodded softly, repeating the name under his breath. “Well then, Eric, youse should pick up the pace there. Youse don’t know what could be lurking ‘round.” He looked at the basket, then at Eric’s face. He was alright looking for a human, though he needed more meat on his bones.

“I try… t-try to be careful.”

“Why don’t I walk youse to ya destination? It’d be safer.” He could wait for his meal. If he killed Eric now then that destroyed his chances of getting more baked goods in the future.

Eric chewed on his lip as he contemplated. He fidgeted with the basket’s handle, and Yancy noticed a yellow handkerchief tied around it. There was still a bit to travel after this. If a monster hunter was here then that could mean there are more monsters about, so he nodded his head.

Their walk was relatively peaceful. Yancy learned that Eric owned a bakery in the nearby town and had to deliver his father fresh goods everyday after he closed up shop. That last fact sounded odd to Yancy, a bit controlling, but he assumed Eric was taking care of his father. Another defenseless person then. Today was really shaping up for him.

In a safe part of the forest, next to another town, was a small lodge house. Eric turned to Yancy.

“Um… Th-Thank you,” he said, smiling shakely at the other. “I-I don’t have any - any money to g-give… ‘M sorry.”

“That’s alright, pipsqueak.” Yancy smiled back, though it was naturally more dangerous. He pointed at the basket. “Say, why don’t youse give me some bread and we’ll call it even.”

Eric flinched as he made his offer, a newfound fear present in his eyes. “I… I’m n-not sure…”

“Why’s that?” Yancy asked with a frown.

Eric looked at Yancy, then to the basket, then finally at the house. He was unaware as Yancy clenched his fists and snarled his teeth slightly. He had something else to be afraid of. “These are for my dad. I-I shouldn’t - he-he’ll be mad.”

“Your dad won’t miss one piece. I’m really hungry from all the…” Yancy shifted in place, “monster huntin’, y’know?”

The way Eric furrowed his brows and shivered made Yancy pity him. It was almost enough to make reconsider killing him. Much to his delight, Eric rummaged through his basket and pulled out a sweet bun. A bit small, but it was something. It was enough to satisfy Yancy.

There was an unspoken off promise that they’ll meet again. Eric was relieved that there was someone that could help him, he doesn’t see many people travel through here after all. Yancy hasn’t spent this much time with a human without tearing them to shreds, he was downright curious of how long this could go.

“Until next time, pipsqueak.”

--

The next day Eric came by the usual path. However, Yancy could tell this time was different. Eric was off, he could smell it and he could notice a limp Eric poorly tried to hide.

He went up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. “Youse alright?”

Eric screamed and turned around, causing Yancy to flinch back. Once he saw who it was he calmed down slightly and tried to regain his breath.

“Uh… I’m sorry?”

“N-No, no, it - it’s fine,” Eric reassured, more so to himself than Yancy. “Everything’s fine.”

“Ya sure ‘bout that? Looks like youse saw a ghost or somethin’.” In this forest he could have very well have, actually. “Lemme walk wit’ youse again.” Eric simply nodded his head and continued his path. His gaze was cast downwards. Yancy could feel the unease radiating off him, so they both kept quiet for some time. When Yancy spoke again, he bit his tongue and held off on the question plaguing his mind.

‘What happened to youse?’

“Youse make good bread, I really liked the thing ya gave me.”

Eric lit up slightly at the comment, a small smile present underneath his hood. “Really…? Th-That’s good.”

“Youse got a lot of customers, then?” If he had the money and a good reputation he’d definitely be at the bakery everyday. The sweet bun he got was heavenly. Why, he’d kill to have another! And he just might, but he was holding off on that.

“Yeah, p-people seem to - to like my stuff… I think, at-at least.”

“I’m surprised there’s any left for ya pops.”

Immediately Eric’s expression fell at that comment. Yancy blinked in surprise as he hunched his shoulders and shivered slightly. “I…  I make fresh s-stuff for him. He doesn’t - doesn’t like t-the bread th-that’s leftover.”

Yancy didn’t comment on that, only nodding and continuing their path. What Eric said left a suspicious feeling in his chest, but he’s only talked to this guy twice, best not to invade too much. Soon after, they arrived at the lodge house and Eric turned to Yancy, and expression of guilt apparent.

“I-I can’t, um, I can’t give you bread today,” he admitted. “My… dad doesn’t like it - h-he thought I a-ate his stuff.”

Yancy raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Youse didn’t eat it though? Tell ‘im that youse gave it to someone.”

“I did… he didn’t - he d-didn’t believe me.” He looked down and fiddled with his handkerchief. Then he looked back at Yancy with a shaky smile. “I-I can make you extra bread tomorrow, I-I swear!”

Yancy huffed, though he couldn’t bare any real malice at the other. “Alright, but youse better promise me.”

“I promise.”

There was a bad taste in Yancy’s mouth as he saw Eric enter the house. If he was any closer with him, he’d wouldn’t let him in that house, but he was he to say what he can or can’t do? He ignored any instincts bothering him and kept quiet. Eric was a nervous guy anyways, maybe he was worrying for nothing.

Oddly enough, he wanted to see him again, and not just for the bread rolls. Curiosity was a dangerous thing for a monster.

--

Time and time again, Yancy met up with Eric as he walked the path. The next time they saw each other, Eric was faring better and didn’t have a major limp. Yancy assumed that was an accident that he got injured that day.

Except that it wasn’t.

It was sporadic, but some days Eric would be more nervous and hesitant. Zoning out, scared, easily surprised. Spending every day with the guy made Yancy notice quick. However, he felt as though he shouldn’t intrude, he doesn’t know him that well after all. So he settled with what they had, bread rolls and nice talks about their lives. Or what Yancy made up about his, he can’t really say what he actually was now could he?

“Y-You really k-killed those monsters?” Eric asked awestruck.

A fearsome shadow creature cloaked in red and blue, form cracking with a desire for vengeance and pain, and hulking minotaur deceivingly chipper and colourful.

“Yeah, they’s put up a tough fight, but I got ‘em in the end.”

Yancy had a lovely dinner with them last night. If anything, their meal gave them a bit of a struggle, but that made for a fun chase and a satisfying resolution.

Today Eric was in a rush. Their pace was hurried though Eric never explained why it needed to be. Yancy told his fairytales right up until the last minute, but eventually they stood before that same old house. Eric looked at his father’s house for a moment, pressing his lips together in a tight line. He hesitated much more lately, he couldn’t help it. Snapping out of his thoughts, he reached in his basket and pulled out a freshly baked loaf of bread.

Yancy eagerly took the food, but also cast a concerned look to his friend. “Youse gonna be alright, pipsqueak?”

There were words stuck on Eric’s tongue. He could say so much, but he stopped himself. “It… i-it’s nothing! I-I’m getting kinda… kinda sick!” It didn’t look like Yancy believed his fake cough. Still, he stuck with his explanation, silently cursing his cowardice. “I-I’ll see you around.”

He didn’t give Yancy the chance to say goodbye and left quickly. That same bad feeling was present as Yancy watched him enter the house. He has never met his father, and Eric barely talked about him, so he was in the dark. It was too late to get Eric now, so he was going to talk about his strange behaviour tomorrow.

As walked back the trail, dead set on going back to his cave and enjoying his food. On the path, there was something yellow on the ground. Upon closer inspection, Yancy saw that it was Eric’s handkerchief.

‘Must’ve fell off,’ he thought to himself as he picked up the cloth. ‘I’ll give it to him tomorrow.’

--

Eric didn’t show up the next day.

It made Yancy restless. Why the hell happened to him? He’s dutiful on his task for his father, and he seemed in perfect health yesterday, so it was unlikely that he wasn’t here by his own accord. Something must’ve got him, but Yancy put in a good word to the other monsters not to hurt him. Hell, he ended up sharing his pastries with them, it couldn’t be them. That left him with very few options.

‘His dad… that fucker must’ve done something. I know it.’

He gripped Eric’s handkerchief tightly in his hands.

What started as him stalking another potential victim blossomed into something he couldn’t predict. Friendship. Yancy ended up caring for that shy bastard and now he wants to find him. His handkerchief was the map he needed.

Yancy’s monstrous curse could help him here. More trained canines had the gift of tracking people down by their scent, all they needed was an object close to their target. Yancy was no different. Even if he wasn’t in his wolf form his heightened senses could track down Eric’s trail. It lead him to the outskirts of the forest in a nearby town. A bakery to be exact.

The town was quiet, night time soon approaching as the sky darkened. Which meant it was near closing time for Eric. Usually he would have went to the forest hours before, but perhaps he was too busy with work. That’s what Yancy hoped at least. Yancy pushed the doors open, a chime above the doorway ringing throughout the shop, still no response. However, he knew Eric was here by his scent.

“Eric? Youse alright?” He began to make his way towards the kitchen. “Youse dropped your handkerchief so I, uh… asked around and found your bakery.”

Again, no response. At this point Yancy felt the pit in his stomach punch him in the gut as he stepped closer to the kitchen. As he opened the doors the atmosphere was off. The air was hot from the ovens working, and the counters were messy with flour and other ingredients.

There were still no sight of Eric in the kitchen, but after a quick search he found him. However, Eric was in a state that made his blood boil. Eric was in a heap on the floor, hiding behind a counter and curled up on himself, barely awake and sobbing weakly.

Quickly, Yancy crouched down. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed, breathless with surprise. “What happened to youse?!” He rolled Eric over on his back and got a good look at him. Sweat matted Eric’s messy hair on his forehead, his breathing was faint and raspy, and tears stained his face. Eric only acknowledged Yancy with a quiet groan and blinked slowly at him.

“Who did this?” Yancy growled. Eric shook his head and tried to curl in on himself again. Yancy wouldn’t allow that, he cupped Eric’s face and made him look at him. “I’m going to help youse, hold on.” He picked him up bridal style and walked out of the kitchen. There was a sitting booth in the main shop, so he laid him down there. Questions of all sorts where thrown at Eric, but he wasn’t in the right mind to answer.

“I-It was - It was really hot and-and I felt f-funny… th-then I was - I-I was on the floor…” Eric slurred through his words. A broken sob interrupted his train of thought, making him groan and clutch his stomach. “It-It hurts… It h-hurts so much…” he mindlessly whimpered.

The shivering and beaten down sight of his friend made Yancy see red. “Tell me who hurt youse.” His tone was stern and seethed through snarled teeth.

Eric whimpered louder and covered his face at the demand. Eventually, however, he raised his shaky form up and sat somewhat upright. Yancy helped support him as he looked around, but then he froze.

“I-It’s night time…?” He stared out the window like the world was ending. “N-No…” he shook his head, “No, no, no! I’m - I’m late! I… I can’t be - I c-can’t-” He tried to get up. Yancy got up too and was quick enough to catch him as his legs buckled and he collapsed. He’s never heard someone cry harder, unfiltered sobs echoed within the quiet night as Eric shuddered in his arms.

“I can’t be late, I can’t…! My-My dad, h-he’s gonna - please le-lemme go,” Eric tried to escape Yancy’s hold on him to no avail. He tried to push himself further away from Yancy’s chest, only showing the pure fear clouding his teary eyes. “I can’t - can’t be late, please s-stop. Please… pl-please lemme go…” He didn’t make sense anymore, but Yancy heard all he needed.

“I can take ya home. Where do youse live?”

“No, I can’t-”

“Eric, you’re not going back there.” Yancy cut him off, eyes stern as his tone. “If youse want, I can give your pops the bread.” There was immense joy in the fact that he was lying. “You’s going home.”

It took a bit of convincing, but with Yancy’s persistence and Eric’s delirious state, Yancy found out where his friend lived. He carried Eric the whole way and eventually made it to a cozy lodge house in town similar to Eric’s father’s. However, this place felt much safer.

Eric could barely unlock the door, but eventually Yancy took him to his room. By the time he hit his bed he was out like a light, exhausting himself by crying. Yancy watched as he curled in on himself as he slept. Guard completely down and incredibly frail looking, Yancy could even see the peaks of bruises as his shirt slightly revealed his stomach. An easy target. Yancy found himself hating that fact. He pulled the blankets over Eric’s form and left with a plan in mind.

--

The night was quiet for Derek. Everything right down to his silent rage. A part of him hoped that Eric died and that was the explanation for him not being here. Death would be a better fate than what he had in store.

A wolf’s howl sounded off in the distance.

Derek stilled, looking out his window. Any apprehension was quickly shaken off and dismissed, however. There was probably a hunt going on. He continued about his night until there was a strong knock on his door. Immediately, he assumed it was Eric. That boy never missed a day, after all, he wasn’t allowed to.

Slowly, he got up from his chair and went to the door.

‘What a strong knock Eric has…’ Derek shook his head as he scowled. ‘Must be because he’s in a rush.’ He looked out the window and saw Eric completely covered in his red hood. He couldn’t even see his face under the fabric.

‘What a hulky form under his hood…’ Derek blinked rapidly as he reached for the doorknob. ‘The night is playing tricks on my eyes.’

“Hey dad, I’ve got your grub,” a strong, steady voice called out to him. Abnormally confident.

‘What a deep voice he has…’ The door was opened as he pondered to himself. He stood before the hooded figure with expectancy. ‘Has he got a cold?’

Derek gasped as “Eric” unveiled his hood. “You’re not my son?!”

Yancy growled. “Youse don’t deserve the right to call him that.”

--

Eric had to stay home for the next few days, but luckily Yancy was there to check up on him.

There was a knock on the door.

Yancy got up to answer the door and was met with a frantic messenger.

“Where’s Eric?!” She had widened eyes and was frantic. Yancy had to stop her from actually entering the home in her panic.

“Calm down,” he snapped, placing firm hands on her shoulders. “Eric’s upstairs resting, I’m taking care of him. What’s goin’ on?”

After a few deep breaths, the woman steadied her voice the best she could and spoke in a fearful tone. “It’s his father, Derek. He was killed,” she sounded remorseful. Instantly, Yancy knew that no one knew how Derek treated Eric. “They say a… a-a werewolf did it.”

Yancy expected the crime scene to be found quicker. It wasn’t a pretty one, bloodied and with distant claw marks no other animal could mimic.

“I’ll break the news to him,” he murmured, managing to muster up a somber attitude. Shortly after the woman left, he huffed to himself and paced in the empty room. Eric was upstairs resting, actually relaxing during his slow physical and mental healing process. This news would complicate this process surely.

Did he regret what he did?

No.

His grim attitude instantly turned the atmosphere cold. Eric put down the book he was reading and stared at him with concern. He wasn’t sure what reaction to expect when he told Eric the news.

It was silent. Eric’s gaze was distant, staring at nothing in particular. His lips were parted ever so slightly, but no words were muttered. No tears, no frantic reactions. Nothing. His mind buzzed with questions. ‘What am I going to do? What should I do? Is this real?’

‘Why am I not sad?’

“D-Did… Did they c-catch the-the werewolf?”

Yancy stared at the fear present in Eric’s eyes. He stared at the man that trusted him so much, and he shook his head. “They’s didn’t catch ‘em. Not that I know of.”

“Oh…” Eric brought his knees to his chest and buried his face. Tears began to build up in his eyes as the weight of the situation finally crushed him. “Yancy, wh-what am I gonna - gonna do?”

Eric let Yancy coax him into a gentle embrace. He weakly wrapped his arms around Yancy’s torso as he cried into his shoulder. Never before has Yancy treated someone so carefully, he muttered reassurances as he pet Eric’s head. “It’s alright, you’ll get through this.” He looked at his own hands, the same hands that ripped away someone’s life from their desperate grasps. He could remember the blood, he could remember everything. However, he didn’t feel as though he killed a human. It felt as though he was killing a monster.

“W-What if the were-werewolf f-finds me and… a-and kills me? Or-Or you?!”

“Don’t worry, Eric. I’ll protect youse.” Yancy held the shivering man tighter. He leaned down and buried his head in his shoulder and neck, silently claiming him in a vow in his mind. Other monsters will know to fuck off from this human. “I’ll protect youse.”

Derek will be the last monster to hurt Eric

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The Same Soul 8

Available on FF Here and AO3 Here. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7.

Our world AU where Emma and Killian knew each other as teenagers. Killian was sent to spend a summer with family in America. He met foster kid Emma while there. They fell in love but then he was forced back home and she couldn’t take the memories so she ran away, trying her best to move on from the dreams they’d always hoped for. A chance meeting brings them back together years later, and this time nothing and no one will keep them apart. Rated M.

A/N: Hey everyone! After waiting for my inspiration to strike again with this story, I have been on a relative roll and it feels so good. The cuteness continues in this chapter, and we’re hitting a major milestone too. As such, we are edging ever closer to the end of this story. Honestly, I would say there’s only two chapters left, one of which will likely be an epilogue. That being said, I hope that you guys will enjoy what I’ve done in this installment. As always, I would love to hear what you all think and I thank you so much for your continued support and kindness!

God, to think, even a month ago, that this would be my life. I’d never have believed it.

Emma smiled at the thought as she moved about Killian’s kitchen, bringing together the few needed ingredients to put together this morning’s pancake mix. She might live on her own, but Emma always took pleasure in the little things, and a home cooked meal was one of those investments that made a huge difference in her day. Making something for herself was a powerful experience, but making something to share that she knew would be appreciated was even better, and in about fifteen minutes or so, Killian would wake up, wrap her in his arms, wish her good morning and marvel at these pancakes before eating damn near every one. She chuckled at the thought, knowing that, if habit held, Killian would put away at least six of these bad boys, as well as tons of bacon and eggs, praising her and thanking her endlessly all the while.

It was surreal to comprehend all of this – her and Killian, back together again, and not just reunited, but happy and domestic. This was becoming a routine. Lazy Sunday mornings at one of their places had been going six weeks strong, and they followed Saturday day and nights spent almost exclusively together. On Sundays, Emma weirdly woke up with the sun and Killian had a tendency towards sleeping in, a total reversal of the rest of their week. Not that Emma was in a hurry to leave. She always spent a little time in bed, just enjoying the feel of Killian holding her tight, and only when nature called did Emma sneak out of his arms, throw on one of his t-shirts, and get ready for the morning.

With anyone else, establishing a routine like this, especially so early in a relationship, would be impossible for Emma. Routines involved counting on someone and trusting that they would come through. For everyone else, that trust was hard earned and seldom given, but with Killian things were different. Emma had believed in him and given him her heart so long before, and now that he was back it felt natural to hand them over without any more muss or fuss. Having overcome her worries early on, she was now committed, all in in a way one had to see to believe. It was miraculous really, and yet Emma didn’t go too deep into why or how. Overthinking was the fastest way to heartbreak, and instead she was doing everything she could to make this work and treasure every moment she and Killian had together.

With thoughts of the two of them dancing in her head, Emma kept pouring batter and flipping cakes, monitoring the other pieces of their meal, but largely focused on the pancakes that would take center stage. She made one and then another and another until the plate was piled high with golden circles of deliciousness. Then when she was nearly finished, and thinking that it might be time to wake Killian up, he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and breathing her in. Emma sighed happily, closing her eyes for a moment and soaking this sensation deep into her soul before twisting in his grasp and smiling at him. His hair was disheveled from sleep, his eyes still a little dazed, but he was handsome as ever. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, brushing against that extra bit of scruff that had appeared overnight and she couldn’t help kissing him. She went for something quick, but when she tried to pull back, he demanded more and she melted against him. Soon everything else was forgotten and Emma had only one thing in mind, but before they could get there, Killian ended the kiss, grinning at her as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I’ll never grow tired of us being like this,” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to her lips, as if he was tempted to taste her all over again. Still he held back, glancing at the stovetop and shitting off the gas before her last pancake could burn. “Will you ever wake me up and let me help you with all of this?”

Emma shook her head and bit her lip to keep from grinning too widely. He had asked her every weekend to wake him up so he could help, claiming that he loved this thoughtful breakfast, but that it was too much for her to take on herself. Emma didn’t agree. She was totally willing and able to make them a meal to share like this. Besides, this wasn’t a totally selfless act. She got to enjoy the food just as much as he did, and then after, when they were finished, Killian would pull her close and drag her back to bed, determined to remind her of what kind of morning they could have when they did wake up together.

Trying to hide the flush that came to her cheeks would be useless. She was blushing and there was no remedy, especially not when Killian grumbled out a heated promise that he’d ‘satisfy her soon enough.’ Yet despite the butterflies of anticipation, she ate her pancakes and fruit with total contentment. This was easy and relaxing, peaceful in a way she could never have imagined, and somehow, through some beautiful twist of fate, it was becoming their new normal.

“So, you never did tell me if you had any plans today,” Emma hedged, when breakfast was done and they’d brought all the dishes back to the kitchen. In a lightening fast move, Killian reached for her hand and then pulled her flush against him, leading her back to the place in the world she loved most of all.

“That’s because I don’t. The only thing on my agenda is spending every moment with you that I can. Aside from that, I have no wish left to fulfill.”

Emma’s heart warmed at his words which were genuine and real. Everything he said was big and bold, but he never exaggerated. That was what made Emma feel so safe in this relationship. Killian felt so much and he candidly showed her the extent of his emotion. He loved her deeply, and even if they went years apart, she knew he had loved her since the moment they met. Her hand raised to his chest, her fingers tracing above his heart, as she relished this feeling of total and complete connection. Closing her eyes she let out a deep, contented sigh, thrilled at the idea of having another day with Killian with no cares or worries to be had.

“Actually, I stand corrected.” Emma raised a brow at his sudden change of tone. “I do have plans. Plans to keep you in bed and in my arms as long as humanly possible.”

When he swept her into his arms Emma laughed, letting slip a sound of shock that melted into pure excitement. She loved when this part of him came to the forefront, controlling and needy and demanding. He was the sweetest man she’d ever met, but he was also the sexiest, and when he flipped that switch to claiming her… God, she almost fanned herself just thinking of how it would be. In seconds she was riled up, desperate for what was coming, and then a knock sounded at the door and both of them froze.

“Are you expecting someone?” Emma whispered, as if the person on the other side of that door could somehow hear her.

“No, love. No one even knows where I live. Well, except for work and -,”

“Open up, brother! I know you’re in there!”

“Liam?” Emma and Killian both asked at the same time, and now her pulse was racing for a different reason. Oh shit – his brother was here? She’d never even met him and currently she was… Emma yelped. Jumping down from Killian’s arms and trying to get away. She was wearing nothing but his t-shirt and here was his brother come to visit! Oh God this was a nightmare.

“Emma, love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he was even in the states, never mind coming here.”

“I believe you,” Emma said, but she felt antsy now and desperate to get dressed and appear more presentable. She had imagined the moment she would meet Killian’s brother a thousand times, and it was safe to say none of those imaginings were anything like this.

“It’s going to be all right, Swan,” Killian said, kissing her quickly and staring into her eyes with an intensity she had to accept. “It’s sudden, but we were always headed to this. I love you for now and always. You’re a part of me, and so is Liam. It’s only right two of my favorite people should finally meet.”

Emma smiled despite her fear and nodded. “Okay. I’ll be quick.”

“Take all the time you need. You know I’d wait forever for you.” Emma stayed wrapped up in him for another moment, but then another knock sounded at the door.

“Killian! You better not be sleeping! Damn, just our luck, we surprise the lad and he’s dead to the world.”

“We?” Emma mouthed to Killian as another voice in the hallway responded.

“Give the boy a minute, Liam. He’s likely… tied up at the moment.”

“Uncle Benjen,” Killian said with a grin though his eyes still shone with confusion and Emma groaned. Tied up? Oh they totally knew she was here. God this was embarrassing!

Before she could wallow any longer though, Emma moved into the bedroom, locking the door as she heard Killian open his apartment to the family who loved him. Immediately Emma could hear the happy greetings said between them, and as she changed into clean clothes and tried to brush her hair she did her best not to panic. It was going to be okay. Kilian loved her and she loved him, and that would be enough. She could impress his family. At least she hoped she could.

Gathering her courage, Emma exited the bedroom and made her way to the living room where Killian stood with two men who looked so strikingly similar it gave Emma momentary pause. The younger of the two was Liam, and immediately Emma knew that he and Killian were brothers. They carried themselves the same way, though Liam was much taller, and when they both saw her and smiled, they mirrored each other so acutely. Then she saw Killian’s Uncle and she was shocked. He looked so young still, or maybe he was just aging very well. Either way it felt that looking at this man was getting a snapshot into what Killian may be like years from now. He obviously took care of himself, probably staying away from rum and dessert and any other vices one could have, but even in his age he looked youthful. Perhaps it was the mirthful glint in his blue eyes, that matched his nephews in every way.

“Liam, Uncle, this is Emma,” Killian said, coming over and taking her hand as he smiled at her lovingly. “Emma, this is my family.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Emma said her voice soft but steady as she relaxed in Killian’s hold. “I’ve heard a lot about you both.”

“Not nearly as much as we’ve heard about you, I’m sure,” Liam retorted with a sharp laugh. Emma reached out her hand to shake his, but he disregarded it, pulling her in for a giant bear hug that left her somewhat pressed for breath. “Now where the hell have you been all these years, lass?”

From the corner of her eye, Emma could see Killian looked stricken, but she just laughed, knowing Liam’s words were harmless. When he let her go she shook her head and shrugged, playing it cool. “Oh you know, around.”

“Well I’m glad he finally found you.”

“Me too,” Emma replied honestly before turning her attention to Benjen. Just like Liam he pulled her in for a hug, but this one was gentler and felt more like a father’s embrace than that of a rowdy older brother.

“You’ll have to forgive our informality, lass. It feels like you’ve been one of us a long time. A missing member of the family.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” Emma whispered, trying her best not to get choked up.

“Well don’t get used to that. We Jones men are hardly known for being sweet,” Liam said with a grunt and now Emma laughed, knowing he had to be kidding.

“Is that so?”

“You doubt me, lass?” Emma shook her head no but it was hard to keep a poker face. She found it too funny a concept.  

“Ah give her a break, boy. Can’t you see they’re in love? What is love if not a bit of sweetness?”

“Always the poet,” Killian replied to his Uncle, before pulling Emma in and kissing her temple. “Now then – just what the hell are you two doing here?”

Liam and Benjen quickly told them the whole tale, about how Liam was here on business, having given up the British navy for the chance to have his own security company. He was meeting with an international client here in the city, and on a whim had mentioned it to Benjen. Since the man was now retired, he was eager to come and see both his nephews at once, something he hadn’t been able to do in many months. And they were also both eager to see Emma, since Killian spoke of little but her and their lives back together again.

In the end, this was really the only day they’d have the chance to spend quality time together. Liam had a week filled with business, and Benjen was headed back to his estate near the coast tomorrow morning. It was just a short, spur of the moment surprise, and at first Emma wondered if she should let the three of them spend it alone, but that idea was quickly thrown out. Half the reason for their being here was to meet her, and to finally understand why Killian and her had shared a love for so long, and though Emma was a bit shy in the face of such an examination, she knew it would all work out, and that these men were all kind and good and without judgment, something she truly valued.

They spent the day moseying about the city, playing tourist in a place Emma had come to know so well. With the job that she had, so much of her time was spent looking for people and for clues, and to do that effectively she’d seen every corner of this city more than once. Along the way she found diamonds in the rough, and more than a few real gems scattered in amongst the more popular tourist dives. Her knowledge of the landscape gave her a chance to guide others in the things she loved most about this place, which she never got to do on a normal day. Feeling like an expert was a heady thing, it made this place feel more like home, and as the day went on, she watched as all of them took in the most beautiful parts of this city, many of them hidden from the guidebooks or any average tour. They filled the day with sight-seeing, new experiences, and a lot of laughter. Killian and his family never met a joke they wouldn’t tell, and Emma couldn’t remember having such a good time. It was so easy and light, and by the time the sun was setting, and the day was drawing to a close, she was sad to see it over, wishing, as so many people often did, that Sunday would last just a little bit longer.

Eventually they made it back to Killian’s apartment, where Liam insisted on cooking them all a meal truly fit for a king. He was a wonderful cook, and required very little help, but Emma did her best to chip in. Soon enough they ate, enjoying the food and the company in equal shares, and when it all was over, Emma made her way into the kitchen to prepare some dessert for all of them as a last little hurrah.

“Okay, now that she’s gone – what the hell is your problem, brother?” Liam asked and Emma stilled, hearing his words as if he spoke them right beside her thanks to the acoustics of this house.

“Liam, keep your voice down,” Killian whispered and now it was harder to hear. She knew she should stay as she was, offering them better privacy, but curiosity got the better of her, and she moved over towards the wall, giving herself more of a chance to overhear.

“She can’t hear me, and if she could why should that matter? I’m not saying anything bad about her. I’m saying you’re a fool.”

“Watch it,” Killian replied with a low warning tone.

“I will not. You’ve got a rare bird in there, Killian. A woman like that doesn’t just stumble into your life over and over again, and here you are wasting your chance.”

“I’m not wasting shit,” Killian said, and Emma agreed. After all, they saw each other ever day. What more could they really ask at this point?

“Tell him, Uncle Benjen,” Liam said with a huff, and Emma stood there transfixed and trying to anticipate what Killian’s brother was getting at.

“She’s a hell of a woman, lad,” Benjen announced, making Emma’s eyes water as he said it with such conviction. “But you know that already. It’s why she never left your heart.”

“Not for one second,” Killian agreed.

“So I believe what your brother is trying to say is, what the hell are you waiting for then? Put a ring on her finger and make her yours. You find the woman you belong to and you tie her down. Any sane man knows this.”

“I want to. More than anything, but it’s too soon -,”

“You’re not serio-,” Liam tried to get out but he was cut off.

“Liam,” Benjen said with stern warning, and Killian’s elder brother went quiet.  “Excuse my crass American turn of phrase, Killian, but bull shit. You’ve only just told me that the love you carry for her has been here for years, aye?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s clear as day she feels the same. So spare yourselves the heartache and ask her. You of everyone should know how rare these chances are. Would you ever forgive yourself if it slipped away?”

“No. But I’ll never let that happen. She’s never leaving me again. Never.”

Emma finally managed to pull herself away from where she’d been listening and she found herself filled with hope. He wanted to marry her? He truly saw forever together? What a wonderful thing to know, and how amazing it felt to realize that he felt as much as she did. Was it crazy to move so fast? Maybe. But hell if she cared. Killian’s Uncle was right. They were living through something most people never had a chance at. Finding love like this once would be a blessing, but finding it again when all hope seemed lost? Well that was just a fairytale. Except for them. For them it was real, and knowing that, Emma didn’t want to wait. She never wanted to take this for granted. Every moment mattered when so many moments had been lost. She wished she could tell him that, but it wasn’t yet the time do so.

As she brought the dessert back into the dining room, she made sure to make a lot of noise, announcing herself so they didn’t know she’d heard them. They were all very complimentary of the cake Emma had raved about, but Killian was quieter. He kept hold of her through dessert, always touching her leg or her hand, and never wandering far, but she could see that he was troubled. No doubt the conversation she’d heard part of was weighing on him, and even as his family made their goodbyes, he was still tense and strung tight.

“Emma, I can truly say it has been a pleasure,” Liam announced as they were slated to leave, wrapping her up in a big hug again.

“Same here, Liam. Hopefully you’ll be back soon?”

“You can be assured of that,” he said with a grin before going to speak to Killian. At that moment Emma felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked back to Benjen whose blue eyes had grown soft and thoughtful.

“I always prayed that somehow Killian would find you again, lass. I’m very glad that those prayers were answered.”

“Me too,” she whispered. “Sometimes I wake up, convinced this is all a dream. But it’s real.”

“Aye, as real as love can be, I suspect,” he quipped before patting her hand lightly. “See that you take care of my boy, Emma. Nothing in the world he needs more than you and your love, and I can tell, it’s the same for you.”

Emma nodded that it was before bringing him in for a hug, noticing that Killian had missed their little exchange. She was almost remorseful that he had. Surely that would have calmed him some, to know that she was in this too, but as his family left the apartment, leaving she and Killian alone, Emma could sense that he was troubled.

“Killian?” she asked, waiting for him to look at her while he hesitated for the first time in all the weeks they’d been reunited.

“I love them, truly I do, but right now… right now I’m so bloody mad at them I could scream.”

“Mad? Why would you be mad?”

“Because they came in here, took one look at you and saw exactly what I do. They saw you’re brilliant and beautiful and too damn good for me, and they…”

“They what?” Emma prodded, stepping to him and trying to console him though she felt her heart might climb out of her chest.

“They scared me, Emma. They took the goodness I was feeling, they took my peace and they shattered it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I was never the same without you, love,” he said, and her throat tightened at this emotional mention of the past. “When you were gone, a piece of me went with you, never to return until I found you once more. I did my best to survive, but I wasn’t living, not really. Finding you again has given me everything I want. All I ever asked for was to see you again, to prove to you that I was worthy and that what we had was right.”

“You didn’t have to prove anything,” Emma assured him. “I knew you were my soul mate, Killian. I never ever doubted that.”

“I swore to whoever is up there listening that I would never ask for anything again. If I could have you, I’d be content for the rest of my days.”

“But you’re not?”

“No, I am,” he promised her, cupping her cheek and gazing at her with complete assuredness. “God, Emma, I’ve never been so happy, you know that. Being with you like we have been these past few weeks, I’ve gotten back to who I was. I feel like the whole and complete person I always thought I could be.”

“But you want more,” Emma said, finally understanding what he was getting at. “More than just what we are right now.”

“Aye,” he said, looking almost ashamed at how much he wanted her, which made no earthly sense. “And that’s why I’m mad, Emma. I need to take this slow. I want to make sure that you feel as secure in this as I do. It doesn’t matter that I want to marry you, have kids with you, build my life with you. Until I know you’re ready, I can���t -,”

Emma realized this was the kind of moment where words would fail. She could never tell Killian how misguided his worries were, but she knew that she could show him. Pulling him down for a kiss, she poured herself into this embrace, sharing everything with him and hopefully nullifying the fear and the anger that had swept into their world once and for all. By the time they broke apart, Emma could sense his calm returning. He looked at her, with eyes that shone with heat and impatience, but still he waited for her to make the next move. As ever, he was putting her first, and now it was her turn to show him that he could do that and have everything he wanted.

“Marry me,” she said, less an ask and more a hopeful demand. “I promise you it’s what I want. The time is right, right now. I don’t want to wait. I’d marry you tomorrow if I could, but there’s that pesky thing called work we both have to get to.”

“Damn Sundays,” Killian said, but the words had no real conviction as his smile appeared and he nodded.

“Is that a yes?”

“Technically you never asked.”

“Oh, right. Killian Jones, will you -,”

“Wait!” he said, interrupting her thought as he moved to take a little black box out of his pocket. Emma’s hand came to cover her mouth as she let out a gasp. He had a ring already? But how?

“I’ve been carrying this with me since the morning after our first date, love.”

“You’re kidding,” she said. Oh my God he was serious! But that was so dangerous. There were so many places he could have lost it. Someone could have taken it. They could have…

All her thoughts flew from her mind as she felt him take her hand and watched him get down on one knee. Tears stung at her eyes, but she smiled, doing her best to memorize every bit of this, so she had this memory forever.

“I know you meant to ask me, Emma, but the thing is I’ve been dreaming of this day since I was a boy. I always pictured more than this, with flowers and romance, but sometimes when it’s right, you know. So, Emma Swan, will you make me the happiest of men? Will you be my wife?”

“Yes,” she said, watching as he slipped the gorgeous ring on her finger.

And with that, the two of them celebrated this next step in their lives, knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was truly their forever, and that they never again would suffer the fate of two souls ripped apart when they truly are one.

Post-Note: So there we have it. I cannot believe this story is wrapping up, but at the same time it feels right to really close out this AU. As I said there are still two chapters left, ones I hope you will enjoy. My goal is to get them up and published in a timely manner, but realistically speaking I am in the homestretch of my final year of school, so god only knows when I’ll really get to write. I do have a bit of the next chapter crafted, and some mixtape chapters done though, so there’s more cuteness on a number of fronts still to come. I have also begun (as some of you know) to create a new AU that will likely come in late spring or early summer, but I want to make sure I see this project  through and have written it all before I allow myself to follow a new story. That being said, I truly hope you have all enjoyed and I thank you for your continued support. Hope you have a great rest of your weekend and see you next time!

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

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told the unpoet imma lay down w the ancient alienz - but then i got - inspired - and imma grateful every breathe infusion no matter how - t u cannot inhale a metaphor - an idea or - ill or de or something with a lusion after - fuk me i didnt think this pain a weak last ffs - all injury heals in 3 daze duznt it like a cold and imma lot like james bond when it come to healing - yah i knew that wuz not really gonna happen - but u gotta tell urself - something - that maybe used to happen - maybe the way remembered - maybe things glossed over - to get thru some moments - still it is - waaaaaaay better and maybe if soon pleeze - a little bit of soul ease - or solace no lets not deconstruct it - just give the drummer some on the breakdown 

somewhere - in the third dimension - a band is playing - in my proximation a teen responding in almost reel to reel time to a query - also a clue and communication - maybe  - fuk - itz a teen ffs wat could u b expecting - in a future dimension or is that just a timeline and im trippin - yah i no they aint exclusionary - i aint no visionary either - i jest put together broken pieces till they make sense or non but fit together nicely  - another elusive teen comes out of hiding - no i dont blame them - things so fukked up - sometimes if they r just groovin their lives for a minnitt they dont want t or anything resemble an adult in it - the love share tho - quick quick and when play perform time come - right now a decision - here and there but tho future uncertain dead jim sing 

man we been thru this in our mind i mean diss and topian aint a new thing - imma thinking delaney dahlgren 

most likely it dont get that bad but omg it fukked up enuff to b real 

fuk it

imma walk forward same path like there might b a future include playing together as part of the package but we aint on lets make a deal t - witch btw - at the beginning of this - this   thing - when i could still watch the news - sometimes i b half asleep and wake up to the manic cosplay - ppl cosplay and jump up and down and yell - some get to choose unknown prizes or cash and everyone has a good time and they play reruns and no mention of a virus 

i get up and act like it matters - hint it duz even tho it sometimes duznt feelz it

oh - miss under stand and think un diss and yah t wuz a dick before we both give up - y the fux we fighting - about stupid shit anyway - t finally do the smart thing and apologize - sort out exactly later - duz u wanna b right ot happy about something that - nevermind its over 

and here we r and maybe napping is 

yah 

laterz

love

[hrina]

hi everyone! it has recently come to my attention that this week is 1daaw, and i really just wanted to join in on all the love and highlight some of my fav fics of all time (written by some of my fav writers of all time!)

this list is by no means exclusive, so if you’re a writer and i follow you please don’t get offended! these are just a few fics that i’ve read during my time on tumblr that really stood out to me and quickly captured my heart. some are recent and some are a bit older, but they’re all amazing regardless of age! 

with that being said, remember to SUPPORT fic writers by REBLOGGING and GIVING FEEDBACK on their work! every writer on this site does it for free, simply because we want to share things with you and make you feel something. so definitely make sure that if you’re gonna read any of these fics, you let the author know your thoughts! 

anyway i’ll stop rambling now lol, everything you came for is under the cut :-)

all the things yet to come by @harrysdodgyankles 

this series is honestly just *chef’s kiss*. as a psych major, i really enjoyed reading a story where harry is set in a career that i can recognize and identify with! and don’t even get me started on the slow-burn of it all; it’s so painful, but that just makes it a hundred times sweeter when the two characters finally admit their feelings. amina is such a wonderful writer and i would happily recommend her any day of the week!

gunrunners by @waitingfortwilight

the suspense!!! the emotion!!!!!! i fucking love this series and i always get so excited when katie starts giving away sneak peeks! i love the dynamic between harry and the reader, and i really love the way she writes the MC as a fiery, independent person who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. if you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out my friends

love always, harry by @gucciwoodnymph

honestly it would be a CRIME not to mention this series. tanvi’s talents are worthy of publication and that’s that on that! i’m a slut for the best-friends-to-lovers trope, but the way that she’s written this fic is insanely original and she managed to put her own refreshing spin on it. there’s conflict, there’s resolution, there’s pining, there’s honestly everything you never know you needed lmao. read this immediately!!!!!

make amends by @all-things-fic

i know that this was liz’s very first piece, but that doesn’t make it any less worthy of attention. in fact, it still reigns as my fav thing she’s ever written. the ANGST.......the FEELINGS.........i really love that she was so determined to show us that relationships can be complex and there isn’t always a quick and easy fix. with that being said, im a sucker for happy endings, so this one-shot catered to basically all of my needs. liz is a fantastic amazing phenomenal writer, so definitely go give her some love!

a picture’s worth by @meetyourmouths

i really don’t know what is it that stood out to me in this fic, but i’m not complaining. iz has such a sophisticated and professional way with words, it makes you feel like you’re reading an actual, physical book. this piece in particular took me hostage, shaved my head, slapped my ass and called me a whore. as a sidenote, everything on her masterlist is amazing, and i highly recommend checking it out!!!! 

in the a.m. by @smokeinherperfume

another goodie!!!!! i really love nora’s writing, but this series in particular left me completely floored. it had angst! it had fluff! it had smut! it literally checked off every single one of my nonexistent boxes when it comes to reading fic. also, who doesn’t love the idea of harry being their next-door neighbour? highly suggest checking out nora’s writing, you won’t be disappointed!

the lemon curd series by @permanentcross

where do i start bro.......E was the very first harry account i ever followed, and actually the one who inspired me to start writing about harry again! she has this way of bringing him to life so easily, and never fails to make the things she writes about seem as realistic as possible. this series specifically made me melt, because the way she wrote harry’s inner turmoil had me !!!!!!!! she’s basically tumblr royalty on this site and i’m sure everyone has already combed through her masterlist, but if you haven’t read her writing yet, get on it! 

fixer-upper by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

this one-shot will probably take you at least an hour to read but fuck if it’s worth it. andrea literally broke into my house, yanked me out of bed, threw me into the trunk of her car, and drove us both off a cliff and that’s on PERIODT. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: the way she writes dialogue is just unreal. i will never stop talking and gushing and rambling and singing her talents & praises!! go check her out asap

both of you/ours by @stylishmuser

this one is an oldie but a goodie!! i believe this was the very first thing of pal’s that i read, and it’s what made me smash that mf follow button! the TENDERNESS of this series is unlike anything you’ll ever read, yet she still manages to make it all realistic as can be. i read this while i was still trying to find my footing as a harry writer, and it’s stayed with me still after 2+ years! highly highly recommend

[kumikoshortcake]

PLEASE PART 2 OF THE AOMINE SCENARIO WITH THE AMNESIA GIRL IM SOBBING NOOOO my bby doesn't deserve so much angst 😭😭😭 (it could be where she has another accident or something and remembers again so she asks for him omg idk I just want a happy ending ) ((ps.: you wrote it beautifully tho I barely ever cry congrats omg))

Omg, the first time I read this I cried in happiness (no joke). This message is absolutely adorable and it made my day! I can’t believed someone enjoyed my work so much, comments like this one are what inspire me to keep writing. I’m actually crying again from reading this, it’s making me so freakin happy! Sorry I’m really not I made you cry! *hands you a box of tissues* I’m sorry this is so late and I really hope you enjoy! I LOVE YOU, DARLING!!!

Oh, and for those of you haven’t read it, here’s part 1

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Covering his yawn with the back of his hand, Aomine continues to watch the basketball game playing on the screen. The thud of the ball hitting the polished wooden floor echoes as the players face off in the last quarter with only a few minutes left. These few minutes are crucial in determining who would win the game, yet he can’t seem to find himself to care. After your marriage to what’s-his-face, Aomine had difficulty in returning back to his normal life. You played such a large part of it that it felt so empty with you gone. Turning his focus back to the game, he tries to concentrate his thoughts on the progression of the match. 

“Screw this. The screaming was so damn annoying anyway.” Shrugging on a hoodie over his shirt and sweatpants, Aomine heads to the nearest street basketball court, while jamming in his headphones to replace his thoughts with the loud music.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Swoosh! The basketball goes in perfectly. Again. Aomine throws the ball to the side in slight anger as he takes a seat on the bench. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is freakin ridiculous.” He looks down at his clenched fist before slowly exhaling and loosening it. It wasn’t the same as before but he saw the signs. Even his teammates caught on, and they were worried. Worried that Aomine would revert back to his former state. Everytime he played basketball, he would feel less excited, the thrill dulled, and the fire in eyes diminished until it was nothing but a weak candle flame. He knew that continuing this was pointless. Unhealthy. Stupid. But he couldn’t help the feelings that kept bubbling under his skin every day, every hour. You were married for god’s sake so why!?! Why does it still hurt so damn much?! Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? Clearly, you moved on so why couldn’t he? Regardless of what happened, every moment, every habit and every quirk is still ingrained in him.

Finding no point in continuing, he leaves the court deciding to get a teriyaki burger. ‘Food’ he thinks, ‘never disappoints. It always comforts you, never leaves and never fails to make reality slightly more bearable.’ Amidst his contemplation of whether or not one could marry food, a quick pressure around his midsection interrupt his thoughts. His reflexes quickly catch and straighten the person he bumped into before he mutters a quick apology and leaves to Maji Burger.

“Daiki?”

Aomine stops in his tracks. It couldn’t be… Yeah your hair was longer and your face looked a bit more mature, but your eyes still held that same mirthful spark and your gorgeous smile had stayed exactly the same.

“Is that you, (Name)? Wait, did you just call me by my name? How?”

Taking a seat on nearby park bench, you start explaining what happened. “A week or two after my marriage,” you see Aomine slightly wince at the word marriage, “I started remembering bits and pieces of what happened before the um…the accident.” His eyes widen and his mouth opens to ask you something but you raise his hand to signal him to let you finish.

“At first, it didn’t really bother me much, but I always had the feeling that something was off. I talked about it with my then-husband and we decided that we wouldn’t worry about what already happened. What’s in the past is in the past. That was when I started remembering…us. I wanted, no needed, someone to talk about it with but my husband never really made our relationship a priority. He took it for granted, hell, he took me for granted. He was always consumed in his work and he didn’t come home until late into the night. I guess that was when he stopped paying attention and just, stopped caring.” Deeply inhaling you continue, attempting to ignore the tight knot in your chest, “He forgot our anniversary. It was our first year. I kept hinting it and I even baked him a cake. Just a small celebration for us, you know? But he forgot, and I fell asleep alone on our first freakin anniversary. When I told him the next day, he just shrugged and said t-that he’ll t-try to remember n-n-next y-year.“ 

You released an uncontrollable sob. You were so tired. Tired of being ignored, tired of bottling up your emotions and tired of feeling confused. You wanted answers, and you wanted to feel loved. Aomine noticed the bags under your eyes and awkwardly patted your back, unsure of where he stood with you. Smiling at his apprehensive gesture of making you feel better, you resume, “So I divorced him and came back home. I was tired of it all. I wanted to understand who I was. I wanted answers. I wanted the empty and lost feeling to just stop.” Pausing momentarily, you wait before you ask your question to gauge his reaction. 

“You were my boyfriend, right?" 

A surprised expression crosses his face. Hesitant on how to recommence, you fiddle with your bracelet. "You were in a lot of my high school memories and for some reason I felt really…happy and complete when I thought about them. Daiki, why do I feel more relieved than upset?” Aomine wasn’t sure how to react or answer your question. You remember now…this was like a dream come true but what does he do now? He can’t just pretend the last year didn’t happen and go back to normal, could he? But he also didn’t want to lose you again. A glimmer catches his eye, and he looks down to see you fiddling with the bracelet he got you on your five year anniversary. 

“You’re still wearing it?” Confused, you follow his gaze and identify your bracelet. “Oh, this? Yeah, I’ve always had it on me. I’m having trouble remembering exactly where I got it but everytime I touch it, I feel calm and reassured, like someone is watching over me and protecting me. Why do you ask?”

Chuckling he responds, “I bought you that for our five year anniversary.” You blink dumbly letting out a small “oh.” Understanding where fate was leading him, Aomine laughs heartily before smiling, “This may be a little fast but would you like to go on a date? I’d like to get to know you again.”

Feeling dumbstruck, you blink for a moment before responding with a smile. “I’d really like to get to kno-” You’re pulled into a warm embrace and for the first time in a while, you feel whole and loved.