#stopping right in the middle of this is so weird like everyone's shirtless

[otrtbs]

3k words of straight smut have been written today and i've hit a roadblock just me n the doc having a stare down of despair

[soobrat]

괜찮아, 괜찮아 (Fantasy); qk

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ pairing; kun x female!reader

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ words; 3.3k

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ genre; smut, fluff

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ warnings; dom!kun, sub!reader, mc got that dawg in her (she's a pathetic, horny, pervert), privacy invasion, use of a condom (I can't believe it!!), cunnilingus, two reader orgasms, constant check-ins, aftercare crumbs, very soft but passionate smut, let me know if I missed anything

↻ ◁ || ▷ : The ultimate soft dom, Qian Kun everyone. Thanks for requesting! Oh! And obviously listen to Fantasy by Fei while reading the smut.

How long… 

You can barely finish the sentence in your mind amidst the anguish. Twenty minutes ago you were finally able to filter your friends out of your home. You don’t know if they got together to conspire behind your back or if they naturally decided your place was the hangout spot.  

All it took was you telling the group chat that there was a spare key under the welcome mat. You explained that it was in case they were nearby and needed something urgently. Now you come home from work and find three people on your couch, someone in the kitchen, and someone using your computer to play minecraft. Unless you’re looking for an impromptu party, you immediately clean house.

That’s what had to happen today. They were in the middle of a session of Mario Party on your switch, begging you to let them finish first before you kick them out. You would’ve been a little lenient, maybe even sat and watched, but something was going on with you. You weren’t sure if your period was coming soon or what, but you’ve been so utterly horny you’ve gone brain dead. 

Fifty minutes ago you spent far too long at work zoned out while staring at your computer screen. You were slack jawed, vivid depictions of filthy hardcore sex playing in your mind. You switched from celebrity to celebrity, then to old flames, then to hot strangers you’ve had fleeting encounters with. All your options were exhausted and your brain was reduced to goo. That’s how you rationalize images of a shirtless Kun making an appearance in your latest fantasy. The forefront of your mind fought against it. This was gonna make things weird in one way or another you thought as the back of your mind broadcasted more and more. Kun groping you through your clothes on a train. Kun taking you upstairs during a party. Kun fingering you under the table at a packed restaurant. 

Like never before, your mind was igniting, and so was your core. Forty minutes ago was when your shift ended and you rushed to the bathroom. It was unreasonable to assume you soaked through your pants, but you could feel how saturated it was. The wetness sat uncomfortably against your mound. You wipe off what you can and rush out of there. You had a long list of ideas for porn to watch and you were planning to stretch the session for as long as you could.

Thirty minutes before your humiliation, you step into the door to encounter your obstacle. Five pairs of eyes look up at you, some guilty, some unabashed.

“Please let us finish. It’s the least you can do.” Hendery’s begging is rendered unconvincing by his entitled undertone. You cock an eyebrow up at him. He holds a frightened expression before caving. “No, you’re right.”

“But it’s your turn to roll!” Yeri whines, grabbing Hendery to stop him from gathering his things.

“Get up.” You state emotionlessly. The longer you’re deprived from touching yourself, the more irritable you become. Cycling through glaring at each of them ends up with you meeting Kun’s gaze. Your annoyed expression drops, your mouth dropping open a bit as well. He smiles nervously at you.

“Looks like you had a long day at work today?” His question makes you realize he’s not nervous about being scolded, but because he’s concerned about you. It’s a touching realization that shouldn’t be shooting lightning straight to your core. See? Things are weird now.

“Yeah. Really long.” Your mouth suddenly goes dry as all the agonizing fantasies involving him come to mind.

“Alright, guys.” Kun uses his player one privileges to close the game out, taking the time to turn the switch off despite the groans and protests around him. “Let's give her her house back.” Kun reaches over to tug an urgently protesting Yeri up from the couch. You alternate between monitoring the slackers making excuses to stay and monitoring Kun. His unwavering authority over everyone has you pressing your vagina between your thighs as discreetly as possible.

Back to twenty minutes ago when you wave goodbye to Kun, him seemingly moving in slow motion as the closing door gradually reduced your vision of him to nothing. You didn’t have time to mourn this when an overwhelming wave of arousal hits you once you realize you’re finally alone. You rush to your room, squealing as you hop onto your bed. You’re trying to get things started as fast as you can but trying to shove your headphones in your ear while pushing your pants off might’ve been delaying things. You eventually get situated, excitement thrumming through you as you find the perfect porn video.

“Oh shit.” Kun slams one of his hands onto the steering wheel. 

“What?” Sooyoung asks from the backseat. “Forget something?”

Kun’s ensuing sigh answers the question for her. “My wallet. I dropped it in her room while I was getting her switch. I forgot to go back and grab it.”

“Does that mean we’re going back?” Yeri asks excitedly.

“No, leave that woman alone! I’ll drop you guys off and then go back.”

“Fine.” Yeri replies petulantly. “Then just drop me off at YangYang’s.”

“Me too.” Hendery says, followed by an echo from Sooyoung.

“Party at my place, yeah! Come straight to my place after you get it. Tell Ms. Bossy she can come too once she’s done being a stick-in-the-mud.”

Kun groans, not knowing where to start. Instead he just opts for agreeing. One could argue Kun dropping them off individually would’ve bought you more time. That doesn’t change the fact you were planning to go until your hands were tired and all your toys were dead. You would’ve been better off if Kun had forgotten about his wallet until tomorrow. It didn’t matter now that twenty minutes had passed.

You don’t hear the front door opening, you don’t hear Kun yell out to you, you don’t hear him open your bedroom door. Of course you don’t, because you have loud moaning, skin slapping, and sloshing noises blasting in your ears. 

Kun wants to look away but remains focused in your direction. Should he try to grab his wallet secretly and leave? Or should he try to get your attention? And then what? Try to convince you it isn’t a big deal that he saw you rubbing your clit and watched your juices roll down until they soiled your comforter? Kun clenches his eyes shut before blinking them a few times. What was he doing?

No, he should walk back out– carefully– and text you from outside the house so you could get situated. Problem solved. Still, his feet remain rooted in the same spot.

“Kun, please~”

A strong sensation plows into him like a truck. You say his name so salaciously he can feel his cock humming. He looks down, cursing himself for wearing pajama bottoms as a joke. You can see his hardening member clear as day. A gasp from you tears his attention away. You both gape at each other in horror. To answer the question currently haunting you– how long has he been standing there– not that long, but long enough.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Kun speaks first, face-palming with a hearty groan. He peaks up at you, guilt very obvious in his face. He notices the way your eyes track downward. He worries lip.

“I know, I’m making things even weirder… Although I think you’re partly to blame for that too.” He explains as if he’s breaking the news to you. Your heart drops out of your ass as you scramble to sit up on your bed.

“What do you mean?” The words tumble out of your mouth. Only then do you realize your bottom half is very much still bare. You swipe one of your pillows and lay it over your lap. 

“I um… I heard you say my name–”

You cry out in anguish as you cover your face. Kun moves closer, trying to console you but your dramatic wailing is too loud.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!”

“How?! How is it okay?!” You unintentionally scream at the man. Kun’s head rolls over his shoulders, his gaze hazarding toward his cock that’s showing no interest in softening.

“Maybe because we’re in the same boat?” He sounds unsure, or maybe it’s just how awkward this situation is. You sigh heavily, though it does nothing to drain the worry from your body.

“What do we do from here? It’s up to you.” Kun asks. You presume he’s asking you if you want to proceed like adults and acknowledge what happened, or bury it and take it to your graves. That’s not where your brain goes, though. You look at the way he regards you, that look in his eye he has for everyone. Authoritative care is what you’ll call it for now. Before you appreciated it because he was a dependable, great friend. Now you can’t stop thinking about anything but him coaxing you sweetly toward an orgasm.

“Help?” You blurt out, in hopes you don’t have to spell it out for him. Either way, the two of you are walking away from this with your friendship irreparably changed. Why not get something out of it? Kun looks at you in confusion and you sigh frustratedly. Only as you start to explain does his confusion dissipate.

“Help me… I’ll help you–”

Kun climbs onto your bed, kneeling in front of you. “I can help you.” He agrees, his voice soothing you. You can’t help humming at the way he phrases it. He grabs the pillow and tosses it to the side. You don’t get to be self-conscious about being exposed again, not when he’s already reaching down and scooping up your essence. He breathes a laugh.

“Something tells me you’re already ready to take me.”

Your face heats up but your eyes darken. You nod dumbly, agreeing with the obvious. He comments under his breath about how cute you are. You’re already missing his fingers down there.

“I still want to be sure.” His eyes implore you to give permission.

“Please?” The plea is wispy and pathetic. His eyes darken to match yours, it’s the first time you’ve seen him so openly hungry for something. He moves his soiled fingers toward his lips, hesitating for a second before plunging them into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he savors the taste. Your breathing becomes labored as you watch him doing something so filthy, something you thought you’d never see it outside of your fantasies.

“I want to taste more of you.” His voice deepens, sending a chill up your spine. With his hands on either side of your midriff, he eases you lower. You lie flat as he sinks to rest between your legs. His tongue eagerly laps at your mound. You crane your head back until it hits the mattress as his tongue presses firmly against you. Curving against your mound as he drags iti upward. It’s slow, so slow. You fist the sheets– it’s perfect, but you need more.

You plunge your fingers into the soft threads of his hair, clenching them and pushing him closer. He hums disapprovingly against you, pulling away to unlatch your hands from his hair. You pout, itching to disobey. 

“Be patient.” He says lightly. Butterflies flutter inside your stomach as you drop your hands to your sides. You keep your eyes on him, aching for his approval. 

“Good girl.”

Every inch of your skin ignites, every tiny hair standing on end. Your body feels like it’ll spark if he touches it, and he buries his face into your pussy. You cry out, throwing your head back. The heightened sensitivity doesn’t stop the entire time he laves over your clit. He uses his fingers to spread your folds, making sure your clit is fully exposed. You want to thrash and squirm against him, but you wouldn’t be a good girl if you did that. You would be getting in the way of him giving you what you asked for. So you fist your covers, whimpers and whines floating into the air.

He hums against you again, this time it sounds peaceful. Pleased with pleasing him, your body melts into the bed. This earns you another delightful hum. The static shocks of pleasure subside in favor of a distant one. One rumbling too far away but approaching quickly. As it closes in on you you feel the urge again. You want to press him in closer, clamp your thighs around him. But his eyes are looking intently at you, soft with their persuasion, keeping you good. 

So instead your moans become fuller. Wanton oh’s and curses trickle from your lips. You screw your face up, everything becoming tighter the closer it comes. That coil is compressing tightly and you just know it’s about to snap.

“I’m gonna cum.” You say almost in distress as fretful moans fight free from you. “I’m gonna cum!”

You buck against Kun’s face, fists tightening around your covers and cracking some of your joints. The orgasm comes in waves, whipping you with electricity that borders on unbearable. Your vision whites out and in the middle of your clouded thinking you wonder if you’re still fantasizing. Kun rubs soothing, slow circles into your clit as he climbs up your body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispers right next to your ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps where it lands. He peppers kisses up from your shoulder to right under your ear as he slows his finger to a stop. “Are you ready?” He breathes out as he maneuvers to face you. Your eyes rake down his figure, his lips, the column of his throat, his shoulder, his chest. You linger on his arms, reaching up to fondle his muscles. He chuckles, his head dropping down and resting his forehead against yours.

He rolls off of you to shimmy off his pajama pants. You watch as the pair you used to associate with unstimulating situations are discarded and sullied in your mind forever. His shirt is slowly peeled away to reveal the toned stomach you’ve only seen peeks of. You couldn’t help your mouth watering then and nothing has changed now, especially with the dark hair leading to what you need the most. The boxers hugging his hips sit as low as they can without revealing himself. Not that it matters with how prominently his manhood is bulging from them. 

He gives those a shimmy as well, pulling them over the hump of his dick. The band finally gives way, springing his cock free. He exhales shakily, his arm flexing as he closes his hand around the shaft and drags his fist all the way down. The member flings up again, slapping against his stomach. Your breath catches as the urge to whine overwhelms you.

He discards his underwear and swings his leg back over you, regarding you with an attentive gaze. You nod again before he can even ask if you’re okay. 

“Good.” He chuckles, kissing your forehead. Hearing the first word of the phrase you crave and how long this is taken is giving you blue balls. You take a quick breath before flitting your eyes up at him.

“I want you.” You whisper.

“I know.” He replies with those passionate eyes and that warm smile. He scoops his hips lower, his tip brushing against your mound. “I want you too.”

He leans over to the nightstand right by your head, giving you an up close view to his pecs. You’re so distracted by the view that you don’t question what he’s doing. He comes back up with a condom in hand. Your brows squeeze together and you nearly ask him how he knew they were there, but that’s not a priority. Your priority is what he’s slipping the condom over right now. You swallow hard as the latex rolls every ridge and vein. You hum lewdly as you press your glossed lips against each other. Kun hisses as he lines himself up.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long–”

He drops that bomb just before easing himself in. Your shock gets caught in your throat, becoming a gargled moan. It means so much more now that he’s inside of you that he wasn’t just hard from the lewd scene. He saw you and heard you say his name and it drove him wild.

A part of it felt wrong. The way you rolled your hips up to coax him deeper, looking up at him. Qian Kun, the appointed leader of your friend group. If anyone else from the group chat knew about this they would freak out. The foundation of the entire group would be shaken. How wrong it felt just made his cock being deep inside you feel that much better. 

He draws his hips back in a languid motion before easing them forward again. He inches inside you, the stretch stinging a little less. 

“You okay?” He asks breathlessly. You nod for the umpteenth time that evening. You go to close your eyes when you feel him lean over you. You snap your eyes back open again, pleased by seeing him this close again. You look deeply into his dark chocolate eyes. “Can you use your words?” He asks, a hint of a scold in his tone. You nearly nod again, stammering when you catch yourself.

“Y-yes, I’m okay.”

“Good.” He’s plunging deep inside you but he’s edging you at the same time. You want him to say it again. Why won’t he say it? You whimper, snapping your hips up to his. He tsks, reaching down to hold your hips steady. 

“Not very patient are you, baby?” His scolding is more blatant now. You pout and he pecks it. Once he lifts himself back up, his necklace is draped perfectly over your face. His thrusts gain a consistent rhythm, one that has his necklace bouncing over you. This excites you more than you expect it to, your hips twitching a few times through the jolts of pleasure. 

Maybe you’re still high off the heightened arousal you’ve built up in the last hour or so but the friction he’s providing has you practically drooling. He draws his hips back so far that he pulls out. He pushes back in and keeps that motion until a turbulent moan comes rolling from the depths of your soul. 

“Oh fuck, Kun!” Your legs start to tremble violently. Moans keep pouring from you before you get the chance to think. He keeps you wide and gaping, each time he draws back your hole clenches for him. His shameless moans from above you has your stomach twisted in knots. You clench your teeth, the sudden overwhelming pressure becoming too much.

“It feels so fucking good.” Your voice is reduced to a wispy shell of what it used to be. You lean forward to bury your head in his chest as the trembling in your legs quickens. “So fucking good.” The words woosh from you aggressively. His hips suddenly slam down and you sob against his chest. Your legs trap him in a shaky cage as your orgasm looms.

“Good girl.” He coos, his hand reaching down to cup your cheek. “Taking me so good.”

With that, your eyes roll back as your hips spasm. A guttural cry rips free from you as you grip like a vice around his cock. The tight grasp you have on him makes him whisper a shaky “Oh fuck…”. It’s impossible for him not to immediately fill the condom with you milking him like this. A sudden jerk has his hips drawing back and plunging very deep suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as the last of your orgasm ripples through you.

Along with a breath you didn’t know you were holding comes a groan that shreds your vocal chords. You’re reduced to whimpers after that, collapsing to the bed. Kun follows soon after, monitoring his weight so he’s not crushing you. He shushes you, cradling your head as he kisses your cheek. An airy laugh sounds from him.

“Very good girl.”

request

nct 127/u masterlist

[steve-osahottie]

Friends to lovers?

Dico x reader

Warnings- Drinking, Novak being a little shit

Disclaimer- This is my first time writing so I’m sorry if it’s bad and I would love some feedback so if I ever write again I can make it better

You’ve known the CKY boys since your were 16 (you’re now 21) and you got along with all of them but your were the closest with Dico. You love hanging out with him and he loves hanging out with you. You would never admit that you liked Dico and even though all the other guys kept telling you he liked you back you never believed them.

“We should play a game” Bam blurts out clearly drunk, everyone agrees and you all sit in a circle of the floor with a bottle in the middle.

“Alright so someone spins the bottle and whoever it lands of have to kiss” Bam explained.

“Ladies first” Novak said while raising an eyebrow at you.

You sighed “Alright” as you’re spinning the bottle you start to regret agreeing to play this game. The bottle lands on Ryan you sigh again really regretting this game as Ryan comes closer to you and closes the small space between your lips, the kiss was short. You heard a scoff come with Dico who was sitting next to you and went you turned to look at him you noticed he looked beyond pissed

“What’s wrong?” You whispered to him

“Nothing just don’t worry about it” He replied

The game stopped soon after that when everyone had enough, thankfully you didn’t have to kiss anyone else. You went to get a drink from the kitchen whilst the others sat back on the couch and when you came back you noticed Dico was gone

“Hey Raab where’s Dico?”

“I don’t know I think he went upstairs, why?”

“Oh uh no reason he was just acting weird tonight that’s all”

Raab just nodded not really paying attention. You went upstairs to check on Dico when you saw him asleep in your bed, you were confused at first but then remembered Novak puked in his bed the night before and you said he could bunk with you. It was getting late so you decided to get changed and get into bed. It was hard for you to fall asleep because all you could think of was how angry Dico looked before, you were too worried that you had done something wrong to notice that Dico had rolled over and had his arm around your waist and was nuzzling into the your neck. You were hoping by tomorrow everything would be better between you and Dico. You took in how warm he was and how pretty he looked when he was sleeping as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Holy shit look at them” Raab whisper shouts

“Quick someone take a pic” Bam hurriedly said

“Already got one I’ll send it to you” Ryan says trying not to burst out laughing

“They look so cute together” April says as she comes into your room to put the clean clothes on your bed

You slowly open your eyes trying to make it look like you just woke up and realised you were cuddling with Dico, you jump up acting disgusted when really all you wanted to do was kiss him. Dico stirs when you get up to go into the bathroom not saying anything to anyone.

“You guys are assholes you know that right” Dico tells them slight anger in his voice.

“No we’re not, your the one gettin’ all cozy with Y/n and your just mad you got caught” Novak slurs clearly still drunk from last night

You went into the bathroom to try an compose yourself of what just happened the last thing you wanted was for Dico to find out you liked him he was your best friend and you weren’t gonna risk ruining the friendship so you splash some cold water in your face to really wake you up and walk back to your room. When you got there Dico was in bed laying on his stomach and his face in the pillow still waking up, you hadn’t noticed he was shirtless before but damn you weren’t complaining

“Holy shit he looks sexy” you thought to yourself

“Horny already Y/n? It’s not even noon” Dico replied back slightly lifting his head so you can hear him better. Your eyes immediately went wide coz you realise you had just said that out loud.

“Shut up” you reply trying to sound normal when in reality you were as red as a tomato

You pick up a Dico’s discarded shirt from yesterday and throw it at him as you tell him to put in on and come down for breakfast. You walk down the stairs into the kitchen still in shock that you had just said to your crush that he looked sexy and he didn’t seem to care I mean was that a good thing, was it a bad thing you were to distracted to see Bam waving his hand in your face you snap out of that little daydream and ask him what he wants but he just replies with asking if your ok and you nod. Dico enters the kitchen shortly after and sits next to you, you try to act as normal as you can but that doesn’t last long as Novak comes up from behind places a hand on each of your shoulders.

“So lovebirds when’s the wedding?” He says grinning ear to ear. You laugh along with everyone else but when you look at Dico you see the pink on cheek and realise he’s blushing but since nobody else sees you decide not to bring it up and add to the embarrassment. After breakfast everyone goes into the main room to watch TV but you and Dico go up to your room to hang. After a while Bam comes up and asks if you two wanna go to the skate park with everyone else but you both turn it down as skating wasn’t really a hobby of yours or Dico’s Bam just rolls his eyes calls you both lame and everyone goes leaving you and Dico in the house alone.

“Hey Y/n can we talk” Dico asks nervously

“Of course we can what’s up” you reply sitting up from your bed and turning to face Dico. Dico just stares at you for a bit and as you were about to ask him if everything’s ok he smashed his lips into yours with a breathtaking kiss you were almost immediately kissing him back he pulls you into his lap causing to moan against his lips which makes him slip his tongue into your mouth. You both hear the sound of a camera click and break the kiss turning your heads to see who’s at the door you two freeze unable to move or comprehend what you were just doing you when you see Raab with his phone out and a shit eating grin on his face “I knew it! I fucking knew it” he half screamed as you scrambled to get off Dico’s lap and try to grab Raab phone to delete that picture. “Nope your not deleting a thing I’ve already sent it to the group chat” he said seemingly proud of himself as you snatch the phone out of his hand and see that the photo was in fact sent to the group chat. Seconds later the group chat is blowing up

(just pretend that’s you and Dico)

“I fucking called it”- Random Hero

“Rake you owe me $20”- Bammy

“Finally!”- Novak

“So proud of you two”- Mumma bear April

You and Dico look up at each other and burst out laughing as he gestures for you to come sit back on the bed and when you do his lips are back on yours and you hear Raab groan “Ew”.

[hellfiremunsonn]

You’re The Only Thing I Have. Steve Harrington x Reader

You’re The Only Thing I Have.

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: “could you write a steve x fem reader where they get into a really big argument and have angry sex”

(REQUESTED)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME. 

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, (always use protection), p in v, fingering, f and m orgasm, cream pie, fem reader, Dom Steve if u squint, angry sex, makeup sex? mentions of blood and cuts but no real heavy detail

Word count: 4250

NOT PROOF READ

It had been almost a full 24 hours of not hearing from Steve, which was not like him at all. He called often, or I would be crushed against his side. He never left me without him for more than a few hours. It had been like this our entire relationship and I never once got tired of how obsessed we were with each other. The last few weeks however something changed. In him, or us, or maybe even Hawkins itself but something didn't seem right. I tried to push for answers but the more I asked the more he seemed to shut me out. He kept coming home later and later, with bruises, and cuts, and I swear I've mended a gash in his forehead more times than I can count and he still wouldn't say anything. I became complacent. I stopped asking questions, and when he came home covered in blood I would just sigh help him out of his clothes, patch him up and send him to bed like I was his personal nurse.

Glancing at the clock I groaned. It was 3:15 in the morning and Steve still wasn't home. We had plans to hang out after work so I made my way over here a little earlier than expected, having a spare key I let myself in and wandered up to Steves room. I read a book for a while, tucked up in his bed and it distracted me long enough to realize it was way too late for Steve not to be home. I tried to relax thinking maybe he's just late, making he got stuck at work, maybe he had to drive one of the kids somewhere. It was easier to let those delusions win. Time kept passing and he still wasn't home. I called everyone I knew, either no one answered or didn't know where he was.

Angry tears spilled over my cheeks and I choked out a sob. I began pacing back and forth, trying to come up with some sort of plan? I wasn't sure what to call it, or even what I wanted to do. All I knew was that I was really pissed off and worried. Checking the time one more time I decided to leave. Shoving my feet into my shoes a little too aggressively, I stomped down the wooden stairs. My footsteps echoing in the empty house. It was sort of creepy being here alone, and Steve knew I wasn't a fan of it, but where was he? Who the fuck knows. Swinging open the front door I almost walked directly into Steves chest. A quick panicked yelp left my lips and I clutched my hand to my chest.

"I didn't mean to scare you" He said, his voice soft.

I rolled my eyes giving him a once over. He was dirty, more dirty than usual, his hair was damp, a red line around his neck and he was shirtless apart from a jean vest? Glancing down I noticed the bandage that wrapped around his stomach that was very much soaked with blood. I furrowed my brows, reaching my hand forward to graze against the fabric. Steve winced and pulled my hand away from him quickly. The tips of my fingers already red with his blood. Frowning I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside of the house. He made his way slowly up the stairs and I followed behind him until he stopped in the middle of the bathroom. Closing the door but not fully I started the shower, my hand under the water to test it until I felt it was warm enough for him.

"(Y/N) I-" He started but I waved my hand in front of him.

"Don't" I said cutting him off and he didn't try to fight me on it. My hands trailing along his shoulders as I slid the weird denim vest off of him, folding it and placing it on the counter. Realizing it was Eddies more questions arose in my head. Crouching down to look in the cupboards under the sink I rummaged until I found enough first aid supplies to hopefully suffice whatever wound was under these make shift bandages. "Sit on the toilet" I said flatly.

Groaning as his knees bent he held onto the wall as he sat down, leaning his back against the tank of the toilet with this hands in his hair. Kneeling in front of him I cut the bandage off of him, peeling it slowly off of whatever blood clung to it. With the bandages gone I leaned back to get a good look at what I was working with. They weren't as deep as they seemed but there were a lot of them; tiny ones, slashes, and bite marks? Dampening a few squares of gauze with disinfectant, I wiped away at the excess blood, getting as close to the cuts as I could without hurting him more. Steve groaned and I glanced up at him. His head was leaned back, his hands holding tight fistfuls of his hair with his brows knit together. "You should be fine to shower" I said, gathering the bloodied gauze around me and shoving it into a garbage bag. "I'll wait till you're done" I continued to clean around me while he slowly made his way out of the rest of his clothes and into the shower.

I scowled to myself, attempting to catch a glance at myself in the already fogged mirror. Why am I doing this... again. I scoffed rolling my eyes. because you love him I thought to myself. Which wasn't false, but was being in love worth seeing him like this all the time with no explanation of what was going on. He constantly preached on honesty, and communication, yet here we were. The water shutting off had me drifting back from my thoughts and watched Steve slowly get out of the shower. His wounds looking much better I sighed in relief, motioning to the toilet again so I could bandage the ones that needed it the most. His hair dripping cold water onto my arms and shoulders as he watched me intently. "That'll do for now" I said slapping my knees while pushing myself up off the floor.

He followed me to the middle of his room waiting patiently while I pulled the covers back on his bed, and fluffed his pillow. Moving to his dresser I got out fresh clothes for him to put on. Dusting off invisible dirt from my hands I gave him a short smile I turned to leave.

"You're not staying?" He said quietly. I could hear the sadness in his voice and I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to cave, not this time, not again. Taking a deep breath I slowly turned, shoving my hands as deep as I could into the pockets of my jeans.

"I'm tired Steve" I said shrugging. I wrapped my arms around myself, almost as if I was shielding myself. "I just" I sighed trailing off. "I don't know how much longer I can deal with this Steve" I said waving my hand in the air around my head. "I'm supposed to just sit back, while you come home later and later, with no explanation? Covered in dirt and blood, the amount of concussions you've had recently is alarming and I'm genuinely concerned for your well being and your brain!" I shouted, the words falling from my lips faster than I could even process them. "Time and time again I gave you the benefit of the doubt, hoping maybe one day you'd tell me what the fuck was going on, but no, again I get nothing, I patch you up and everything fine, but you know what Steve? Everything is not fucking fine. You told me how much communication and honesty was important to you, and I gave you that, more than you ever gave me, and it's not fair when the person I'm in a relationship with can't even tell me when he'll be home!" Hot and angry tears spilled over onto my cheeks. "It's driving me insane worrying about you, I can't eat, I can't sleep, you've barely looked in my direction, or touched me in days and this is all starting to feel just so one sided, and I just-" I choked. "I can't" Shaking my head. "You're a lair Steve, and if this is all some bullshit so I break up with you first I'm gunna be even more pissed than I am right now because we said we'd be honest, and this" I said pointing between the two of us. "Is not that, it's far from it"

Steve sat there for a moment, staring at his hands in his lap. His chest rising and falling quickly. When he finally looked up at me, streaks of tears were prominent on his face. I wanted to fall to my knees and wrap my hands around his face but I had to stand up for myself.

"Monsters" He said quietly.

"Huh?" I said taking a step towards him.

"Remember when I kept having those nightmares? and you would always ask me what they were about, and I would say monsters?"

I furrowed my brows and nodded, wiping my nose against my sleeve. "I remember"

"It's not entirely the whole story?" he said taking a deep breath. "They were real- Or are real, I'm not sure how many different types are out there, but I've fought off a few" He laughed flatly. "There's a whole different dimension of Hawkins, and it's filled with all this shit, and it keeps trying to hurt the people we care about- Remember when Will went missing? That was the day the gate to this fucking world opened, El- you know Mikes girlfriend? She opened it and didn't even realize. It was all of that shit, we call it 'The Upside Down' because that's exactly what it is" He stood up, walking towards me and gently placed his hands on my tensed shoulders. "I know this sound fucking insane, and like something out of a story book, but I promise you it's real, it's all real, you can even ask Robin if you don't believe me, and God I'm so fucking sorry for not telling you sooner, but look what happens to me every time" He motioned to his stomach. "If anything like this happened to you, I would never be able to forgive myself. So instead of telling you, or even lying to you, I said nothing, I did nothing and I'm sorry, and I don't expect you to forgive me, or even believe me I get that, but I couldn't risk you being one more person to get hurt from this"

I stood there and looked at him. His hands still placed on my shoulders, his breathing ridged, eyes searching mine for any sort of answer. Was this really the truth? An alternate universe of Hawkins? It just seemed so unlikely, but why would he say all of that, with so much emotion if it wasn't real? Something about it all did feel real though. The day Will went missing, something about Hawkins changed, and ever since that day I don't think it ever went back to the way it was. I remember long before Steve and I started dating I would always see him with all the kids, and was always so confused why Steve 'the hair' Harrington was with them but now it kind of made sense. Steve always felt like he was being watched, like he could never fully relax because he was always waiting for another bad thing to happen.

"Say something?" He said, his voice almost pleading.

A small laugh left my chest. "I think you've gone insane"

"Call Robin, right now, or Mike, or Lucas, Max, any of them"

"Oh great now you've got kids lying for you? That's real mature Steve" I scoffed, pushing his hands off of me and taking a few steps away from him I said. "What's the real truth" Placing my hands on my hips I stared at him.

"That is the truth I swear!"

"Monsters? A different universe? Steve I'm not 12 years old why are you pushing this on me? None of that can be real right?" I said rolling my eyes.

"It is real! All of it!" His voice was loud, an octave I hadn't heard come from him before, it was deep, and angry, and it scared me a little.

"Why would I as an adult, tell another adult all of that if it wasn't real? Don't you think I know how fucked up all that sounds? Day after day, I have to think about, and see all that fucked up shit in my head, and everyday I chose not to tell you, because it's fucking traumatizing" He almost stalked towards me with each step like he was hunting his prey. "Ive seen things, and people die (Y/N) I've been tied up and drugged by Russians, I've been beaten up far too many times to count, and you think I would stand here, make all this shit up, for what? Fun? I know I haven't been honest, I'll own that, but everything I just told you is the truth, all of it, and you want more? Maybe more detail? Sure I can give you that" He tapped his finger on his chin in fake thought. "Like when I watched a giant monster named The mind flayer, literally shove a hole through Billy Hargroves chest? Or maybe when we found Barbs dead body in The Upside Down?" Shaking my head frowning. "Stop" I whispered, but he continued

"Or when the man behind it all goes into peoples minds, lifts them into the air while cracking their bones in different directions before literally sucking the life out of them?"

"Steve stop" I said slowly backing away from him and into the his closed door behind me. Conversations with Nancy, and Robin flashed through my head. The way Nancy talked about Barb going missing like she knew more than she let on, the way Robin and Steve were so suddenly close after the mall fire, the way Mike always called El a superhero, and Max's brother... He really was telling the truth.

"Or how about I don't know, maybe an hour ago, when I was ripped down into the middle of lovers lake, and nearly attacked to death by demon fucking bats? Is that what you wanted, is this helping" Fury in his eyes, they rapidly flicked back and fourth between mine, searching for something, anything.

"Stop, please stop" I cried, a small sob bubbling in my throat. His eyes immediately softened and he took a step back from me, sinking to the floor with his head in his hands. "I'm sorry" he whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I know you don't believe me, I shouldn't have reacted like that, fuck, I'm so sorry, I love you, I love you so much baby I'm so sorry"

Letting my breathing get back to normal I watched him, as he talked into his hands, repeating his words over and over. 'I'm sorry I love you'

Kneeling in front of him, I reached forward to take his hands into mine. "Breathe baby" I said quietly. He took a shaky breath and squeezed my hands tightly. "You're telling the truth" I said to him. "It's coming together, little bits of conversations I've had, or overheard" I nodded, as if I was saying these things to myself. "Mike calls her a super hero" I said finally looking him in the eyes. His brightened. All the energy I thought was drained from him shot back into his face in a moment, eyes crinkling at the sides as a huge smile spread across his face. "Fuck" He breathed and pulled me into him, his arms wrapping around my back, his palms pressing into me almost as if he was making sure I was real. I attempted to protest, thinking of his barely bandaged abdomen but he whined still keeping my held tight to him. He pulled back only to hold my face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I love you" He said again. My breath hitched, we hadn't said I love you yet, we knew we loved each other but the words hadn't been spoken yet. "You don't have to say it back yet I know-"

"No shut up" I said interrupting him. Leaning forward I placed a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you too, I love you so fucking much, I love you so goddamn much I didn't believe you, I'm sorry, thank you for trying to keep me safe, but I want you safe as much as you want me safe okay? You're important to me"

"Fuck" He breathed. "I don't deserve you" he pulled me towards him slowly, his lips on mine. He was so soft and tasted faintly of mint, assuming he has brushed his teeth when I left him to shower, and thinking back on it I whimpered into his mouth guiltily. If I had only known what he had gone through, I wouldn't have been so mean. I pulled away from the kiss lightly. "I'm sorry for being mean" I said a little breathlessly.

"I understand, it's okay, I'm sorry for yelling, I will make it up to you I promise, but right now, just let me kiss you, I need to feel you, I need some sense of home, and you're the only thing I have" He gripped at my skin, like he couldn't get enough of me. I nodded quickly and he stood up and sat on the edge of his bed. I straddled him quickly and his hands fell to my thighs, squeezing harshly at the plump skin. Our kisses were desperate, more than they had ever been, fighting each others tongues as if Steve wasn't the one in control. Our emotions heightening every touch, pull, kiss, squeeze, breath, I was intoxicated off of it alone. Rolling my hips slightly I felt Steves bulge against my jean covered clit and I moaned into his mouth. His fingers moved quick to the top of my jeans, popping the button open and pulling the zipper down. "Get these off" He mumbled against my lips. Removing myself from his lap I took my jeans off quickly, pulling my panties down with them.

"Someones eager" he said teasingly.

"Shut it Harrington" I laughed. Pulling my shirt up and over my head I threw it behind me hearing it thud to the floor gently as I walked back towards Steves bed. He was standing, ridding himself of his own clothing before coming back over to the bed hovering on top of me. Both hands placed on the bed on either sides of my head, my own hands running up the lengths of his arms. "I love you" He whispered before dipping down to place small kisses from my jaw, down my throat and too my collar bones before coming back up. His one hand reaching to hold me by the jaw, as he watched me, smirking at my laboured breathing. "I love that I get you going like this" his hand drifting to my neck, his fingers wrapping around it easily. Not applying pressure, just holding it there, as a reminder of who is in control. "I love watching you purr for me" He said sitting back slightly, his free hand traveling down my torso, fingers tracing loops as he made his way down.

"Steve" I whispered and he hummed in response. "Are you-" I swallowed thickly, my own arousal fogging my brain already. "Are you okay to do this, I don't want you in pain" 

"Oh this?" He said gesturing down cockily. "Those bastards will have to kill me first before I say no to fucking my girl" his hand slipped between my thighs with the last word.

My girl.

His fingers swimming in the moisture he caused. He smiled to himself, clearly admiring the sheen it left behind on his fingers. "Mine, mine, mine" He cooed, leaning back up to kiss me, his hand starting slow circles against my clit.

Mine

Mewling into his kiss my hands held tightly around his biceps shifted only slightly to the base of his neck, tugging at his hair gently. He groaned in response and my hips jerked instinctively with the noise, wanting to hear more. "Steve"

"Yes pretty girl?"

"More" I begged.

"More?" He mocked.

"Please Steve, I feel like I'm on fire" I said honestly.

He chuckled before slipping one finger into me and curling it upwards. My back arched in response, my mouth shaping into a silent 'O' in the process. Continuing to curl up into me he pulled his other hand down bringing his thumb up to my clit, rubbing circles again. My thighs tried to shut but Steve held them open, only removing his hand from my clit to push them back apart, giving one of them a light slap. I hissed at the sting but Steve laughed softly and said "No hiding from me, I wanna see all of you"

I blushed, wanting to cover my face with my arm but refrained knowing he would scold me for it anyway. "Steve, just fuck me" I whined, turning my face into one of his pillows and bit at it slightly. He stopped his movements entirely. "I'm sorry what was that?" He said cupping his ear and leaning towards me.

"Please!" I said a little too aggressively, and laughed at the desperation of myself. "Please Stevie, please fuck me, remind me who I belong to, remind my pussy that it's your home" I said through my lashes, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. I swear I almost heard him growl as he hovered back on top of me, his hand wet with my slick leaving a trail behind on each surface of my skin he touched. Leaning back only to align himself with my entrance I shifted so I was closer. Swiping his tip against my folds, collecting my arousal, he pushed forward without a warning. Gasping I reached forward for his bicep. "Fuck Steve" The abruption of it causing a small sting at the base of my entranced but subsided quickly as he bottomed out, groaning into my neck. He stayed like that for a minute, the two of us connected, by something only we could give each other, sure it was sex, but it was love, it was connection, it was honesty, communication, it was home.

Home.

The word rang in my head over and over as he slammed into me relentlessly, sloppy thrusts with lewd sounds filled the corners of his room. My head tipped back in pleasure as I moaned out, reaching down to rub myself while Steve continued his pace. "Fuck you look so pretty like this, under me, all fucked out and touching yourself, fuck I love you"

"Love. You" Was all I good vocalize, blissed out in pleasure. That fire on my skin trailed around me, through my veins, and into me as it settled in the pit of my stomach, heat rising, threatening to explode at any minute. "S'close Steve" I whined.

"I'm right there with you baby" He grunted. "Come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum on this cock, take it home" his thrusts harder but stalling as the fire began to fully engorge itself around me. Bursting through every part of me, my back arching slightly off the bed, the blanket almost sticking to my damped skin. Orgasm ripping through me, my legs trembling aggressively, barely able to keep them sturdy against Steve as his final thrusts slowed. His cum already beginning to slip out of me. A single tear rolled down the corner of my eye and into the baby hairs at my temple. Steve wiped it away, smoothing the hair out of my face. He tapped my forehead lightly and blinked at him in confusion.

"You still in there?" he asked, resting his head against my stomach. My hands combing through his hair.

"Barely" I smiled. "Getting my brains fucked into mush after an argument was not how I had thought today was going to go" I said laughing, Steves head bobbing along with the motions of my stomach.

"I'm gunna pull out okay?"

"mmhmm"

He pulled out and we both winced at the feeling, his cum now sliding down me and definitely onto his blanket. He hurried off to grab a towel, tapping my knee instructing me to lift up my hips and he slid the towel under me and helped me sit up. Pulling me into his side. "I really am sorry (Y/N), I promise I'll try to keep you more in the loop of all this stuff, I just don't want you getting hurt, it's a crazy fucking world out there, literally"

"I know baby" I said sighing, leaning my head against his shoulder. We stayed like that for a moment. Steve trailing the tips of his fingers up and down the length of my arm, the only sound filling the room was our slow breaths.

"I think I need another shower" Steve said after a while.

I leaned away from him and laughed. "Can I join you this time?"

"I'd love nothing more"

[allthatyoulove]

A Heavy Feeling

Bucky Barnes / Female Reader

Summary: A fight with Bucky leaves you feeling alone.

Includes: angst angst angst, tiny fluff towards end, mentions of not eating

Words: 2k

A/N: A little angsty drabble I’ve had sitting in my drafts. I put female reader but it’s pretty general :) Please check out my prompt list! You can request as many prompts as you’d like! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed, thanks for stopping by :)

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These last few days have probably been some of the worst in my life.

My life thus far has been far from easy, but it’s hard to remember a time where I felt as low as I do now.

I sit at the dining table, using my fork to mess with the food on my plate. Silverware clinks against plates, conversations are lively. Warm lighting fills the room, the huge window allowing a glimpse at the night sky. Everyone is eating and talking, laughing and smiling.

Everyone except Bucky and I.

They know why, which is probably why they were quick to put space between us as we all sat down for dinner. I was the last to come to the table, everyone stopping mid-conversation to look at me with pity. I sat down, and haven’t spoken a word to anyone since. They had eventually ignored the heavy tension tethered between Bucky and I, deciding that constant talking would prevent the chance of an awkward silence crashing over the entire table.

I had told them I could eat in my room, that I didn’t want to make dinner weird for everyone else. They insisted I come. I couldn’t ask Bucky to not come to dinner either, especially when I knew how much he liked sitting down with everyone, taking an hour or two to enjoy the company of who had become his family. No matter how mad I was at him, I could never ask him to give that up.

So that led me here, sitting at the edge of the table, messing with my food. Bucky was sitting across from me, to the very left edge of the table. The farthest seat from mine. Being so far from him was probably worse than sitting right next to him. I only glanced at him a few times, which I was proud of myself for. He was in his black leather jacket, with a black shirt and pants. Everyone had gone out just before dinner, but I didn’t feel up to it.

Seeing Bucky come through the door with a smile on his face made my heart tighten with pain, before I became disgusted with myself on how selfish the reaction was.

He sat at the table now, not talking with anyone. His arms were folded, and he hadn’t touched his food either. Everytime I looked at him he was focused on the same part of the table, zoned out. His brows were dropped, his lips in a soft frown. His eyes were filled with sadness, almost a puppy look. I could feel his eyes shift from the table to me every so often, trying my hardest not to meet his eyes.

We had only been sitting down for around 5 minutes, and I felt like I was suffocating. That’s all I’ve felt these past couple of days.

I’d asked him for space, said I needed to think things through. He respected that and listened, hesitantly. He didn’t go out with everyone as much, staying in his room save for the times Steve dragged him out. I was better at turning down the attempts of them trying to get me to go out. I had barely left my room.

I knew he was hurting, I could see it in his eyes and in the way he carried himself. I wondered if he was hurting as much as I was. I couldn’t sleep at night, couldn’t leave my bed. Couldn’t think without him next to me. Couldn’t think with him next to me.

I set my fork down, sighing to myself as the group was heavily engaged in conversation. I became alert of every action I made, feeling Bucky’s eyes on me once more. I gulped in anticipation, not thinking before drifting my eyes to his.

Our eyes met, my own filling with tears. His eyebrows pulled together, his own eyes filling with emotion. His mouth opened to say something, before I abruptly stood up, picking up my plate and taking it with me to my room. I could hear the conversations pause, confused sentences being muttered before another door shut, a few doors down from mine. Bucky’s. He must’ve left right after I did.

They eventually continued talking, but I stopped listening. I tossed my plate on a table, almost breaking it. I paced across my room, back and forth. I let the tears fall freely down my cheek, bringing a hand up to my mouth to be quiet. I sat down on the floor, holding my face in my hands. Not a single thought went through my head, but I couldn’t stop crying.

A few minutes passed before I had no more tears to shed, quiet and dry sobs leaving my mouth occasionally. I calmed down, using the breathing exercises Bucky had taught me. I almost started crying again at the thought, but I had nothing left in me.

I sat on the floor, sniffling and breathing deep breaths. Staring at the ground, no particular thought staying for more than a second.

My head shot up as a soft knock came to my door. A single knock, nothing more. Almost a tap.

I didn’t need to ask who it was, I knew. I held my breath, staring at the door. He said nothing. I crawled over to the door, holding my ear to the thin wood. I could hear the thumping of his heart, feeling it against the door. He must’ve been sitting against it- on the floor as well. His shaky breaths went through the wood.

I sighed, sitting with my back right where he was on the other side. I set my head on it, producing a tiny thump sound. The same sound came from the other side a second later.

My hand went up to my mouth again, sobs threatening to break from my throat. It was so painful, knowing he was sitting with me on the other side of the door. Not being able to touch him. The sound of his heartbeat comforted the pain slightly. I breathed in and out, in and out. Trying to calm down. I lost track of how long I was sitting there, scared he would leave first. I decided I couldn’t handle it if he did.

I didn’t try to listen to what he did on the other side of the door as I suddenly stood up, striding over to my bed and throwing myself under the covers. I didn’t come back out.

My eyes shot open, sitting up. The moonlight shone through the window the size of my wall, illuminating the covers. I had fallen asleep.

My head had found its way out of the covers, as they now sat loosely below my ribs. I rubbed my eyes with one hand, running it through my hair. I sighed as I looked around the room, yawning. I spotted my plate still sitting on the table. I got up, grabbing it and walking over to my door. I slowly opened it, cringing as it creaked. I peeked out, looking both ways down the hall. It was almost pitch black, save for the window that was providing light sitting at the end of the hallway. The coast was clear.

I closed my door slightly, walking to the kitchen. The dining table was clear and cleaned, leaving no trace of dinner earlier.

I put the food into a container, writing my name on it before shoving it into the fridge for later.

I turned around, walking back to my room. I slowly opened the door, hearing something. I paused, waiting. I didn’t hear anything. Was it my creaking door? I went to start to open it again when I heard it.

Whimpering.

My entire body froze for a split second before I strode straight to his room. I knew that sound, and I knew what it meant.

I cracked his door open, peeking in.

Bucky was laying in the middle of his bed, the sheets below his waist. He was shirtless, his vibranium arm wrapped over a pillow. The image pulled on my heart strings, tying it into a knot as he twitched, his other arm moving at his side.

I walked over to the side of the bed, putting my hands on it to hold myself up as I leaned over him.

“Bucky.” I whispered. His face turned just barely, still asleep. Still in his nightmare.

It had been so long since he had one, I forgot what to do. I reached a hand up, setting it on his metal bicep and shaking it lightly.

“Buck-”

I was halfway through his name when he turned around, pulling me into the bed with him and flipping me on my back. I gasped as he put his forearm against my neck, applying pressure. His eyes had snapped open, frantic and scared. Violent.

My arms pulled at his arm, shooting him pleading eyes as I struggled to breath. A few seconds passed before he let out a sharp breath, slumping as he seemingly came back to his body. His eyes shot open even wider, instantly taking his arm off of my neck. I gasped for air, breathing hard and fast. His eyes shot between mine, confusion and sadness and regret painted over them.

I stared at him as I caught my breath, waiting as his mouth stayed open- trying to find words.

He closed his mouth, backing away and sitting on the edge of the bed. I stayed in my spot for a second, cautious. I was unsure of what to do until I heard a sob escape him. I instantly sat up, my hand going to his shoulder. I tried to pull him to face me, but he remained facing the wall. His head was in his hands, his shoulders starting to shake as he cried. I walked on my knees, my chest against his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

I laid my head against his back, listening to the sound of his heart and breathing deeply- hoping he would soon follow. He continued shaking as I soothingly ran my fingers across his stomach, patient. Waiting.

“I thought they had stopped.” He let out, his voice cracking.

“I know. I know, baby.” I said, holding him tighter.

A few minutes passed as he gradually stopped shaking, occasionally twitching as he copied my breathing. He picked his head from his hands, as I raised my own from his back. I moved my body so I could look at him from the side. His eyes were puffy, his nose and cheeks red and tear stained. I brought one of my hands to his face, bringing it to meet mine and rub his cheek with my thumb. He stared at me, at my lips. I wiped the tears from his face, looking at him with love. He returned it, looking at me as if it was the first time.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, his voice rough and filled with regret. I shook my head, rejecting his apology with the motion. He opened his mouth to speak again when I brought his face to mine, our lips meeting.

My eyebrows scrunched together as I pushed my lips into his. He didn’t hesitate in kissing me back, his hands coming up to hold my face, to bring me closer. His lips perfectly molded into mine, the salty taste of his tears mixing between our tongues. Our noses bumped into each other repeatedly as we messily tried to both apologize and profess our undying love into the kiss.

I slowly pulled away after a few minutes, resting my forehead against his as I caught my breath. We looked at each other’s lips, chests heaving as my thumb rubbed his cheek. His hand drawing circles on my back. I broke out into a smile, him following me. I fell on my side back onto the bed, bringing him with me.

We laid across from each other, an inch apart. I brought my fingers down to his lips, pulling his lip and hearing it fall back with a pop. I looked at all of his features, knowing them by memory but still wanting them forever seared into my brain. I missed him.

Being in his room with the moon casting light over us, wrapped in his arms, I felt so happy. After days of nothing but a hole where my heart was, I felt complete. I was home.

We had a lot to talk about, but it could wait. I wanted to enjoy this moment.

[egcdeath]

act natural

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: sometimes, you just have to share the bed. 

word count: 2.4k

warnings: fluff, sharing a bed, idiots in love, cheesy

a/n: this is really just an excuse for me to write a lot of self indulgent bants, but it’s also a part of @stargazingfangirl18’s soft!dark challenge, and i decided to write something soft and use the prompt of only having one bed! (p.s. i like did not edit this at all so if a few words are used a lot pls forgive me) 

Dinner at the safehouse was finally wrapping up after a long day of getting your ass beat by an angry android and a few enhanced teenagers. You and everyone else around you seemed to be more than exhausted from the extensive day of revisiting deeply repressed traumas, and petty arguments between teammates over who was truly at fault for every predicament you found yourselves in.

You took a long and final swig from a beer bottle, glancing up to Bruce and Nat as they stood up and pushed in their chairs, retiring for the night. 

“Thanks for hosting us, Laura,” Natasha offered, grabbing her plate from the dinner table, and dropping it off in the dishwasher.

“Of course, guys. Any time,” she gave a half smile to her friend, then looked back at the table, where everyone else had taken the memo, and found themselves somewhere in the process of leaving the table, or grabbing their dishes, “but before you all go, I wanted to warn you that someone else is gonna have to share a room tonight.”

You glanced over at Steve, who was on your left, and Tony, who was sat at the head of the table. You and Steve shared an awkward chuckle at the thought of being in the same bed, not even considering the similarly uncomfortable situation of sharing a bed with Tony. 

“I think I’ll be rooming alone. These two lovebirds can share,” Tony chided before either of you even had a chance to think of a response. You looked back over at Steve, whose cheeks were currently dusted with a light shade of pink, and the bigger man quickly looked away from you.

“Tony, you know we are not- you know what, nevermind,” you huffed, deciding the argument was not worth it. 

Tony shook his head as he dropped his dishes off in the dishwasher. “So no objections?” he asked teasingly, eyeing you both with a smirk on his way back from the kitchen. “Why am I not surprised?” You could’ve sworn you heard Clint and Fury laughing to themselves before excusing themselves from the table, and dispursting though the house.

Besides the slight humiliation of being teased for your situation, you weren’t too concerned about the act of spending the night, or next few nights with Steve. You and Steve were friends, or something like that. Just a few pals with crushes that you refused to admit to each other (or yourselves).

Pushing this thought aside, you grabbed the neck of your empty beer bottle, along with a few pieces of silverware and marched off to the mechanical cleaner yourself. You dropped off the things that needed to be cleaned, tossed your bottle in the recycling bin, then went to turn away when Steve grabbed your arm, automatically catching your attention. 

“Is this okay with you?” He asked, letting his vice grip on your arm go.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you upstairs,” you muttered before speeding off, and heading upstairs where you strolled into the only vacant room, with the door wide open, and both your own and Steve’s duffle bags on the floor. 

You made a mental note to thank whoever brought them in (probably Laura), and dug through your bag to find something even slightly comfortable to sleep in, eventually settling on an oversized shirt and your favorite cotton shorts. 

You had just barely finished changing in the tiny closet when you heard the soft click of the room door, notifying you of Steve’s arrival. You slid open the closet door, and made a beeline for the bed, flopping onto the left side, and reaching for your phone as a distraction. 

“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Steve asked, searching through his own bag until he found the only clean comfortable pair of pants he had in there, that just happened to be a jokey Christmas gift donned with a red white and blue color scheme, and graphics of mini shields on it.  

“What the hell, Steve. Of course not,” you set your phone down so that you could get a better look at him. “We probably have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” You could live with that excuse, especially considering that it would not be very becoming of you to tell your crush that missing an opportunity to sleep in the same bed as him feels like a federal crime. 

He stood up from his squatting position, squeezing into the tight space of the closet so that he could change into the corny pants, and finally get out of his clothes from the day, “I just didn’t want to make things weird.”

“Well, they won’t be as long as you stay on your side, okay?” You said petulantly, setting two pillows across the middle of the queen sized bed and attempting to ignore the excited butterflies in your stomach. 

“I will,” Steve responded, exiting the closet slipping into the right side of the bed cautiously, and looking at the wall that was facing him.

You glanced over at Steve, and when you caught wind of his shirtless torso, you couldn’t help but to look away with a warm face,“this is so awkward now,” you said after a beat. “Why couldn’t you have roomed with Tony?”

“Tony is the worst bed mate ever. Total blanket and pillow hog,” Steve chuckled, attempting to ease up some of the tension.

“You’re no saint either. I’ve heard you’re a cuddler,” you bantered back, allowing yourself one more glance at the man. Steve seemed to be having the same thought as you at the same time as you, as your eyes briefly met. 

It was uncomfortably silent in the room once more, and you reached over to your nightstand to turn off the bedside lamp, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Steve,” you turned your back to the border of pillows, fell into a fetal position, and squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that you’d be able to find some sort of peace after such a bizarre day. You tried not to dwell so much on the horrors you’d been forced to face earlier, and instead relied on the rhythmic breathing coming from the man next to you to ground you.

----

You weren’t sure when exactly you fell asleep, but a jolting of your bed, and a bit of a commotion coming from somewhere in your room pulled you away from your unsettling dreams.

Blinking yourself awake, you uncurled your body, and rolled over to look at Steve, whose legs were thrown over the edge of the bed while he panted heavily.

“Steve?” you slurred sleepily, “you ‘kay?”

“’m fine,” he yawned.

“Well you woke me up,” you mumbled, throwing your head back against a pillow.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was having a shitty dream anyway.”

“Really? I was too,” Steve refused to look at you, staring blankly at the wall.

“So tell me about it,” you hummed.

“It’s just… I keep thinking about how I missed out on so many things from the past. I could’ve been happy, living out my days in a semi-peaceful and familiar world. Not anything like this.”

You sat up as you listened, pushing aside a pillow from the border you’d constructed to move closer to Steve and set a reassuring hand on his back.

“I guess I just wish that I was there. With everyone and everything I used to know.”

“But it’s not all bad, right?” you offered, and Steve shrugged before looking down. 

 “I’m sorry. I really am. I know that I’ll never truly understand that, but there’s nothing any of us can do about it now. You’re here now, and you have no other choice but to make the best of it. I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but if you spend all of your time in the present lamenting about what things could’ve been in the past, you’re just gonna be miserable forever,” you rambled sleepily, words slurring occasionally. 

“Your experience is so unique, so I could be getting this all wrong, but there are plenty of good things here in the now. I mean, a world without the internet? I don’t know if that’s a world worth living in,” you chuckled softly, and were joined in your quiet laughter by the man on the other side of your bed.

“Seriously, though. I know you can’t control your dreams, but maybe your subconscious is letting you know that it’s okay to let go. Of like, the past. It might just be time for you to move on and be happy. I’m sure that Peggy and everyone else from your past would’ve wanted that for you too.” In the dark, you saw the silhouette of Steve’s head nodding. 

“You always know what to say, huh?” he asked, kicking his legs back over onto the bed while you scooted back over into your previous space. 

“I’m like half asleep right now, Steve. If you asked me to repeat half of what I just said, I would not know what to say,” you giggled. 

“You wanna talk about your dream?” Steve asked in a concerned tone. 

“Mmm, I actually just wanna go to sleep. As crazy as that may sound,” 

“Is there anything that I can do to help you not have another bad one?”

“Hmmm,” you pondered, becoming a bit more lethargic by the moment. “Spoon me?”

“As you wish,” Steve happily obliged, grabbing one of the pillows from the middle of the bed and adding it to his stash of pillows. 

You threw a pillow from the border between your knees, and received a strange look from Steve. “What? I heard it’s good for your back.” He still didn’t seem convinced. “Stop being so judgy and cuddle me already,” you murmured, turning your body so that you could lay on your side.

Steve scooted closer to you, and you pressed your back to the front of his chest. He tossed an arm over you and somehow managed to pull you even closer to him. You swore you hadn’t been this comfortable since you left the womb, and you nearly purred in response. 

“Can I make a request?” he asked.

You simply nodded.

“Can we just… talk until we fall back asleep?” 

“That’s really cute,” you mumbled into your pillow. 

“You just have a relaxing voice!” he defended playfully.

“You are such a dork,” you giggled. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Just tell me about… I dunno, anything.”

“That was so helpful, Steven.”

“My bad. Tell me about your favorite… mission?”

“Mm, probably that one time you and I had to go undercover for like a month to bust that arms dealer.”

“Which one?”

“Some dude in the Midwest. Can’t remember his name.”

“Oh yeah, yeah I know who you’re talking about.”

“It was fun being your life partner for a month. We were really good at being domestic.”

“Hmm, now that I think about it, we really were. Do you remember that cookout?”

“Of course I do,” you laughed at the memory. “Everyone else was getting so drunk, but you just… couldn’t. They were like Joseph, you’re such a beast, and shit. And who would’ve guessed that you, the old timer would be such a beast on the grill.”

“Well, who would’ve guessed that you were so good at cornhole?”

“Was I really that good? Or were you just really bad? Like really bad, especially for someone whose skill set revolves around having good aim,” you teased.

Steve scoffed and laughed, shaking his head at you. 

“How didn’t those people recognize us? I just don’t get it.”

“You’d be surprised how much a beard and dyed hair can change your look.”

“I guess,” you sighed softly, and set a hand on top of Steve’s. “Does this feel counterproductive to you? We’re just sitting here giggling. We’re probably getting less tired.”

“I guess I am less tired. But I’m also not thinking about the impending robot apocalypse.”

“Well now that you brought it up, I’m thinking about the impending robot apocalypse. You better fix this, Rogers.” Emboldened by what must’ve been the butterflies in your stomach falling asleep, you began to roll a bit in his arms so you were facing each other, kicking away the pillow between your legs in the process. 

“How can I make it up to you?” Steve asked, raising a brow.

“You’re the man with a plan, right? Think of something,” your lip quirked slightly in a smirk.

Steve leaned in just the smallest amount, before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his head. “I got it. We can do one of those one word stories until we fall asleep.”

Well, that’s not exactly how you thought this moment was going to go. 

“Okay, I’ll start then,” you nodded, pressing your head down against a soft pillow, and looking up at Steve, “once.”

“There,” Steve added.

“Was.”

“A.”

“Death-bot,” you giggled. 

“Okay, Y/N. No. No more stories. We can just listen to each other breathe now until we fall asleep like before since you wanna ruin the mood.”

“What mood? And you listened to me breathe?”

“What else was I gonna listen to?” he furrowed his brows, “it’s too late for this anyway. We can talk in the morning.”

“All you had to do was tell me that it’s way past your bedtime, and I would be understanding. But goodnight anyway, Stevie,” you cracked him one last smile, not budging from your position as you closed your eyes. 

It was silent for a few minutes before Steve whispered up out of the blue, “you still awake?”

You slurred something into the pillow, much more asleep than awake. 

“Well, I really like you a lot. Maybe one day I’ll get the guts to tell you that when you’re not completely out of it.”

You grunted as a response, and Steve couldn’t seem to wipe the grin off his face, not while he was falling asleep, and certainly not during his rather pleasant dreams.

——

You just couldn’t seem to catch a break with your wake up calls. While you and Steve seemed to sleep through the rapping against the door, and the door itself opening, you both seemed to become aware after the artificial shutter of an iPhone camera flooded through your ears.

“You guys just looked so cute, I wanted to archive this moment for the rest of time. And I’m sure the team will be glad to see that you got along well last night,” Nat teased as your eyes widened and you shot up. “Breakfast is ready downstairs, by the way.”

Well, you two were going to have a great time explaining this one. 

[gashinabts]

philophobia|(m)

Words: 7.4k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mature

Summary: Taehyung, a man, who swears he’ll never fall in love meets Y/N a hopeless romantic.

Warnings: Teasing, spitting, oral (f/receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, pussy sniffing ( lmao idk if thats a thing?), squirting, sexual intercourse, mention of homophobia. Topics of child neglecting, if this makes you uncomfortable pls don’t read :) minor character death

A/N: Taehyung is a bisexual king! Tell me what you peeps think, remember that comments motivate me to continue writing!!! This is my work, no reposting this and my other works on any other platforms.

Kim Taehyung was born December 30, 1995 his father left him when he was 11 years old that is when Taehyung realized that love never lasts. His mother pretended that his father never existed, she quickly hid the family photos away, along with covering his tomato garden with dirt. Taehyung wanted to ask where he went but stopped wondering when he heard a few of his classmates whispering that Taehyung’s dad left them for a young woman in her twenties. 

As Taehyung grew into his teenage years he would often get asked out by his classmates, he wouldn’t decline, accepting the dates to see if he can ever fall foolishly in love like his Mom once did. However, nothing ever happened, he would kiss them goodnight but won’t call them the next day. In high school he lost his virginity at a party, he wasn’t nervous, just did things he’s seen in filthy pornorgraphy. The very next day the girl spread the rumor that Taehyung was a sex god, that he probably had sex everyday with a different people. Was that a compliment? He remembered thinking to himself as he sat in the back of the classroom, feeling people secretly stare at him. 

That day he met Jimin. Jimin was a popular boy that everyone swoon over. Of course he had a girlfriend, they have been dating since middle school. The guys would gawk at her when she would wear a sports bra to track practice. Taehyung was in art class sketching an apple, Jimin came over and talked to him as if they were friends. It was nice, Taehyung listened to Jimin complain about his art. When class was over, Jimin asked Taehyung to hang out with him after school. When Taehyung sat on Jimin’s bed, he looked over on the desk and saw a picture of Jimin and his girlfriend. Right next to it was a picture of what he assumed was Jimin’s family. A Mom, Dad, an older brother, and Jimin. He turned his gaze back to Jimin...who was undressing in front of him. Jimin’s underwear was the only thing on, Taehyung didn’t expect him to have lean muscles and define abs. An hour later  they were both breathless, exhausted from the sex. 

“ I’m not gay.” Jimin tells Taehyung as he cleans himself with a rag. 

“ Okay.” Taehyung shrugs and pulls his pants up. He’s watched gay porn and straight porn before and got turned on by both of them, so it doesn’t come to much of a surprise that he enjoyed the sex with Jimin. 

*******

Taehyung watches from afar when Jimin kisses his girlfriend in the school halls, wondering if that’s love. The next few months, Taehyung and Jimin fool around more. Jimin would call Taehyung over, then they would fuck and they would both be on their way. There were never conversations or pillow talks, until right now.

“ I’m gay.” Jimin confesses to Taehyung. 

“Cool.” Taehyung shrugs, looking for his shoes. 

“ That’s all your gonna say?” Jimin rolls his eyes grabbing his t-shirt wiping the come on his stomach. 

��� I’m bisexual, happy?” Taehyung looks at his phone and notices a missed call from his mother. He tucks his phone away, “ Why are you still with her? Your girlfriend.” He finally asks the question he’s been meaning to ask since the beginning.

“ I love her and I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t love her like that.” Jimin looks at the picture of them and flips it down, almost ashamed of how much of a coward he is. “ Plus my Dad would kill me if I told him I like men.” He throws his head back looking at the ceiling not wanting to cry his eyes out. 

Taehyung thinks love is complicated, he thinks people who are in love are selfish. They rather hurt themselves for the sake of love. It’s stupid he wants to tell Jimin that but he keeps quiet until Jimin looks at him with tears eyes. “ I don’t know what to say…”

“It’s fine...you don’t have to say anything just keep me company, yeah?” 

“ Okay,” Taehyung sits back on the bed watching but not really watching tv with Jimin. 

---

Taehyung’s mom was proud of him when he got accepted to a good college, she would brag to her friends and show pictures of his acceptance letters. Along with bragging how she raised Taehyung all by herself. Taehyung didn’t mind that he was in the spotlight, whatever made his mom happy he would comply with whatever she does. He was good with numbers so he was going to major in data analysis, he really wanted to major in art but his mom laughed in his face, telling him to be realistic. 

Taehyung is now in his third year of college, wanting to just graduate already, done with the shitload of classwork and long ass lectures. Just right now he just finished his homework that took him three hours. He’s about to call it a night until Jungkook barges in his room, yelling at him to get dressed for a party. Taehyung switches his dirty hoodie with a clean hoodie, opting out grey sweatpants with jeans. He keeps his glasses on, due to his eyes being tired and not wanting to irritate them with contacts. 

Jungkook hands Taehyung a drink, there’s obscene music, blunts being handed around, and people grinding on each other. “ When’s the last time you got laid?” Jungkook asked, as he took a gulp of his beer.

“ Last week...I think.” Taehyung searches through his mental sex list, but can’t seem to remember the girls face or name. He looks around and watches a couple argue with each other. The man rolls his eyes as the woman tries not to cry, the woman ends up leaving him and going upstairs.

“ Damn, lucky. I tried to hook up with this girl and she ended up leaving me hanging. Claimed that she’s not over her boyfriend, started crying on me when I was going down on her.” Jungkook cringes, sipping more alcohol. “ Be my wingman, yeah?” 

“ Sure,” Taehyung nods. Jungkook is talking to this pretty girl, and she laughs at every joke that Jungkook makes. Taehyung wasn’t even sure why he asked him to his wingman when Jungkook can easily get a girl to bed. Jungkook nods absentmindedly when Taehyung excuses himself, he wanders around the frat house looking at people getting wasted. Once he gets tired of it he goes upstairs, hoping to find solace in an empty room. He opens a bedroom door, and notices a girl with a pencil and notebook. “ My bad-,” Taehyung is about to close the door.

You look up from your sketchpad, you see a tall man with messy curls and glasses. “ You can stay,” you observe him, he looks like he was forced to come here. There’s no red solo cup in his hand, he looks like he hasn’t a good night's rest. Also why else would he look mindlessly into rooms, the bathroom doors have a handwritten sign stating ‘BATHROOM’, so he must be bored or something searching into bedrooms. “ Or don’t. I don’t care.” You watch him close the door, entering the room.

“ Is this your room?” Taehyung looks around the room, noticing posters of naked women and marvel posters. Weird combination he notes. Along with the dirty clothes scattered all over the floor. 

“ No,” you laugh. Shutting your notebook close, taking notice of his nice hands brushing his hair back. “ My friend’s room. I didn’t really feel like partying just decided to sketch,” you lift your pad up. He nods and sits on the bed.

“ Can I draw?” Taehyung points towards the sketchpad. He hasn’t drawn in months too busy in his schoolwork, his fingers would sometimes draw on foggy windows but nothing more. You nod tearing a piece of paper out and handing him a pencil, he thanks you. 

You were sneakily glancing at him, sketching him, his angular jaw, messing hair, uneven eyelid, long eyelashes. Getting lost at his elegant features, wondering if he knows how beautiful he looks. You shake your head for easily fawning over this man. His hands are even beautiful, they travel across the paper gracefully with each stroke. You turn your eyes away when he makes eye contact with you, cheeks getting warm. “ What’s your name?” You ask while shading the contours of his cheeks.

“ Taehyung.” He folded his paper into a small square, putting it into his pocket. “ Yours?”

“ Y/N,” you smile.

---

“ Did you get laid yesterday night?” Jungkook is shirtless with scratch marks behind his back, there’s a couple of hickies on his neck.

Taehyung takes a sip of his tea before answering, “No, just talking to some girl. Her name is Y/N.” 

“ Y/N. She’s a nice girl. One time I forgot a scantron for class and she gave me one. She’s also friends with Namjoon.” Jungkook pours himself coffee sitting next to Taehyung. “ Are you interested in her?”

Taehyung would be lying if said he wasn’t interested in you. When he entered the room he thought you were pretty and had a kind smile. “ Maybe...why?” 

“ It’s best if you don’t try to get at her. Y/N looks the type to fall in love easily.” Jungkook sighs cracking his back on the back of the chair, groaning at his achy body. Taehyung wonders how can someone fall in love easily, he’s not one to believe in love at first sight or any kind of stuff in that realm. “ Alright, I’m gonna take a quick shower and then we can leave.” 

Taehyung and Jungkook are at the library studying or trying to study, Jungkook is texting someone the whole time instead of studying for his macroeconimics test. While Taehyung is playing video games on his phone. “ Hey guys! Didn’t know you actually study Jungkook,” Namjoon jokes, ruffling Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook rolls his eyes pushing his hand off his head mumbling curse words at him. Taehyung looks to the side of Namjoon and notices you laughing as the scene unfolds. You’re carrying ice americanos and Jungkook immediately takes it out of the carrier, thanking you. 

You look at Taehyung placing one in front of him, “ I didn’t know what kind of coffee you liked.” Taehyung is wearing similar clothing to what he wore at the party, mostly muted green colors and his circle glasses, his hair is pushed back with a headband. He looks surprised to see you, but nevertheless thanks you for the coffee. The conversations between Jungkook and Namjoon get more serious when they finally decide to study for their materials. You try to study but you want to talk to Taehyung wanting to get to know him more, you nudge your foot against his leg. He looks up, looking at you in question, you nod your head towards the exit entrance, he nods slowly unsure to what you're up to but following your lead. Jungkook and Namjoon are too invested in their studying to see you and Taehyung leave. “ Do you wanna go to my apartment?”

“ Sure,” Taehyung shrugs. The apartment was small and kind of messy, you try to hurry up and toss some of the paintbrushes in the sink. There’s water cups filled with murky colors, and paint marks on the tables, he’s not used to a sight like this. In his apartment it is always clean and tidy, not a dirty plate in sight. “ You live by yourself?” he asked, placing his stuff on the table. 

“ Yeah, my roommate moved four months ago with her boyfriend.” You give up cleaning the mess since there’s too much to clean. “ Want some-” You are interrupted when you feel Taehyung’s lips on your, your hands push his chest flustered at the sudden kiss.

“ I-I- sorry...I must have read something wrong,” he looks embarrassed immediately backing up giving you space. “ I thought you invited me to your apartment for sex.” Taehyung notices how your eyes widen, fuck he feels like an ass, scared that he made you uncomfortable. “ I should go…” he goes to pick up his bags ready to bolt out.

“ I just wanted to talk...to get to know you better,” you speak before his hands grab the doorknob. “ We can paint and talk, if that's okay with you?” 

“ Are you sure? You don’t want me to leave?” 

“ Stay.” You go to the sink to wash your dirty brushes. 

Taehyung sits down looking at the wall, notices a canvas of a man, he has plump lips, gentle eyes, overall he is beautiful, something that seemed out of this world. Maybe it was the way it was painted that made it appear like that. “ You painted that?” Taehyung speaks shifting his gaze to you.

You look at where Taehyung was pointing at, it was the painting of your ex boyfriend, “ Yeah, that’s my ex boyfriend, Seokjin. The professor told us to paint the definition of love…,” you stare at Seokjin’s face, remembering the memories you shared. The brushes are all cleaned and you set them down, grabbing some water colors that are in the cabinet. 

“ Do you still love him?” Taehyung curiously asked, watching carefully at your reaction.

There’s a slight pain of thinking about him, truly not over his death. “ Yeah I’ll always have love for him…” 

Taehyung wants to ask more about him but doesn’t want to intrude, he doesn’t say anything else but paints. This is when Taehyung feels like he’s truly being himself painting, expressing himself without saying anything. Moments like these wish Taehyung would’ve chosen doing what he has a passion for insteading appealing to his mothers standards. 

“ Why are you a data analysis major?” The artwork he is doing is remarkable, there’s dark undertones and eerie about it but it is beautiful something that you have to keep staring at.

He chuckles, “ Because I need to eat.” You look down feeling a little insulted he must've noticed since he immediately apologizes. 

“ It’s okay. You know if you ever want to relax and paint, you can come here,” you continue painting small flowers. The first time, he smiles and nods his head.

---

5 months later

This is the third flower shop visited and he’s getting more tired with each second. “ This arrangement or this one?” You ask Taehyung, as you hold two bouquets. One was more filled with carnations and the other was filled with lilies. He gives it some thought before pointing at the carnations. “ This would be pretty to paint,” you smell it getting happy inside.

“ Finally, when can we eat...I didn't eat anything this morning,” his stomach growls at the thought of food. He’s still carrying the vases you bought at the thrift shop, you had to plead with you to not buy another antique mirror because he knows he would have to carry it to the apartment.

You gave the cashier the money, as he wraps the flowers in newspaper, turning your head you look at Taehyung, “ Why did you come with me if you were going to complain the whole time?” You laugh at his scrunched nose as you pinch it. The flowers are handed back and you thank the cashier, leaving with Taehyung.

“ Because I wanted to,” Taehyung shrugs. In your apartment he puts the flowers away as you cook him food, he always enjoys your cooking. When he was younger all he ever ate was ramen, never really ate some home cooked meals, his mother was always busy working trying to financially support the family so he never once asked his mom for dinner. Even at his own apartment he doesn’t eat Jungkook’s food since he doesn’t know how to cook either. Sometimes when he’s hungry he’ll just come to your apartment and you’ll be more than happy to cook for him.

When Taehyung enters his apartment Jungkook is watching anime, foot propped on the table and sipping some beer. “ Back from your girlfriends’ so soon?” 

“ Not my girlfriend but yeah, I left my schoolwork here so I had to come back,” he sighs. Taehyung doesn’t get mad when Jungkook teases him about you being his girlfriend, but he sometimes gets annoyed. He likes the friendship between the two of you, it’s different from any other friendships he had in the past. “ Tomorrow night the apartment is mine. This guy wants to hangout with me.”

“ Just say he wants to fuck you,” Jungkook yells as Taehyung closes his bedroom door. 

---

You meet Taehyung at the park with some bread, he hugs you and asks about your day. “ It was okay. Had lunch with my Dad, but it always ends up in some lecture. I swear, sometimes it feels like I’m fifteen or something,” you tear a piece of bread throwing it into the pond watching some ducks gobble it. You try to look at Taehyung but it hurts when you see some hickies on his neck. On the day you were about to confess your feelings to Taehyung you asked him if he ever loved someone, he laughed and said that he doesn’t believe in no such thing as love. As much as you wanted to disapprove of that idea, you couldn’t be the one to change it.

He grabs some bread, chucking some pieces out, “ What was the argument?”

You laugh thinking about your Dad’s red face, “ I invited him to my apartment, and he found the blunt we smoked together in the ashtray.”

“ Shit, I should’ve thrown it away,” Taehyung laughs too, pushing some of his hair back. 

“ Just glad he didn’t find any of my sex toys,” you cringe just thinking about it. You feel something tugging the end of your skirt, looking down you see a toddler smiling cheekily pointing at the bread. You smile, “ Here, have fun,” you hand him the rest of your bread. You watch him wobble as he runs to his mother throwing the whole slice in the water. 

“ Sex toys?” Taehyung asked once the child was out of sight. “ Like what?,” Taehyung is interested, he doesn’t know, maybe because he can’t imagine you using them. Or he wants to know how you use it. There were times when Taehyung wanted to have sex with you but he turned those urges off. He doesn’t want to give you mixed signals remembering Jungkook’s words of advice. “ Never-”

“ A dildo, vibrator, hitachi wand, or even my favorite pillow,” you trail off not thinking much until you realize who you are confessing to. “ I-I uh…”

��� How often?,” Taehyung asked quietly, not wanting any other people hearing the conversation. He shouldn’t get turned on but he is.

Something about Taehyung’s deep quiet voice is making you squeeze your thighs, “ Every night…” You're still looking at the pond, watching the ripples that are caused by the ducks swimming away. You can feel Taehyung's stare but you ignore it. The conversation switches to another topic when you talk about your school work. The sun sets and you both part ways.

The sound of tea kettle wakes you up from your concentration of you sketching, sighing you pour yourself the tea. Looking at your art, you turn it over not wanting to see Taehyung’s face right now. But fate has different plans when you hear knocking on the door, Taehyung appears, he lets himself in and is close to your face.

“ Taehyung?” You’re puzzled at his frazzled state, deeply staring into your eyes. 

“ Can I kiss you?” The words are quiet but firm. Stupidly you nod, not caring about any consequences. His hands cup your face, immediately going into the kiss. The kisses get deeper, his hands travel to your hips bringing you closer to him quickly, you lose friction from the fluffy socks you're wearing causing you to slip, immediately grabbing Taehyung as you fall backwards. His hands are quick to save himself from not falling onto you. There’s a slight pain on your tailbone but is immediately forgotten when Taehyung goes back to kissing you.

The big t-shirt you are wearing is tossed, his hands immediately fondle your breast, his lips leaving kisses on your neck, groaning as he pushes his bulge against your clothed core. “ Taehyung...let me touch you,” you moan when he bites your neck. He pulls back, pecking your lips before taking off his clothes. Your hands trail against his chest, his stomach, towards his pelvic, trying to remember every part of him. He is surprised to have you touching him like he was some marvel statue, usually his past hookups just rush into the sex. It’s very intimate and he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

 Taehyung groans when you touch his dick, he’s hard and wants to be inside of you already. He comes down kissing you, his hands get rid of your panties, fingers spreading your wetness. The moans you let out are turning him on even more, he stretches you out with his fingers. He likes the way your eyes flutter, the shape of your lips tremble, along with your chest inhaling and exhaling deeply. “ You are so pretty,” he doesn’t mean to say it loudly but he does. There’s a blush that blooms on your cheeks, it reminds him of the flowers you would get to study paint.

“ Taehyung,” you moan slightly flustered at his compliment. He reaches for his pants grabbing a condom. “ You don’t want to go to the bedroom?” The floor is still cold against your back, and the last time you cleaned the floor was days ago. 

Taehyung shakes head, already putting on the condom not wanting to waste time, “ Too far,” he smiles when you laugh. He enters you feeling you clench tightly around, he moans digging his head into your neck. “ You are so tight,” he groans. “ Feels so fucking good, having you like this,” he confesses.

You moan loudly, his thick cock streching “ Oh fuck, Taehyung, please just fuck me,” your hands go to his waist urging him to move. He listens to your command, thrusting slowly trying to get deep as he can. Maybe if you can close your eyes you can pretend that he’s in love with you. He goes faster and cries at the pace he’s going, the pleasure is overwhelming, something that you can’t get with your own hands. “ I’m close already,” your hand goes to tug at his wavy hair.

“ Me too,” his voice is deeper. His hand travels down to your pussy searching for your clit and rubbing it. “ Come for me,” he says into your ear. You moan his name loudly, cumming around his cock, scratching his back. The sight of you creaming around him makes him immediately come, he searches for your lips, moaning your name in the kiss. The two of you lay in the afterglow of the sex, panting loudly his body is barely being hold up, and you laying on the hard floor.

Taehyung gets up throwing his condom away, he looks at you still laying on the floor with your eyes close, the realization of him having sex with you just popped up. He hurriedly gets dressed, then helps you get dressed, he gets shocked when you kiss him as a thank you. The next morning Taehyung wakes up early, making sure to leave quietly, not wanting to disrupt your sleep.

---

You weren’t going to lie, it kind of hurt not waking up beside Taehyung but you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up. Namjoon invites you to a kick back, only inviting a few people to his house to chill and drink. You take solace on the couch, watching people get high and drunk, you weren’t in the mood to do either so you make conversation with a slightly high Hoseok. He’s in mid-discussion about Shrek being a cinematic masterpiece, when Jungkook yells from the door entrance that he has Taco Bell. Taehyung is beside him wearing all black beanie, crewneck, and sweatpants, but still looks better than half of the people here.

 You turn your gaze back to Hoseok who’s left walking towards Jungkook immediately grabbing a taco. Sighing you decide to get fresh air, staring at the tall dark buildings. “ Whatcha you doing here by yourself? It’s fucking freezing,” Taehyung speaks out closing the slider door standing by you. He takes off his vape pen inhaling it.

“ Wanted fresh air,” you shrug, still staring at the buildings. “ Hoseok left me for tacos. He was onto something, saying that Shrek is a masterpiece. Who knows maybe he’ll write his thesis about it.” Taehyung chuckles, he keeps looking at you and you finally stare at him. “ Why’d you kiss me yesterday?”

He blows out the smoke, and puts his pen away, “ Cuz I wanted to,” he shrugs not thinking much about it. 

“ Nothing else?” You arch your eyebrow.

He continues to stare into your eyes “ Nope,” he shakes his head.  

Some part of you wanted him to say that he had feelings for you but in the back of your mind you knew that wasn’t going to happen. You smile pushing his chest, “ Well that’s the last time we are ever going to do anything like that.” The both of you know that is a lie.

---

For the next couple of months you and Taehyung continue sleeping with each other.

When you are studying with Namjoon in the library, Jungkook and Taehyung spontaneously show up, causing Namjoon to groan. “ You know you love me,” Jungkook jokingly says sitting next to him. 

Taehyung sits down next to you, looking at your classwork, “ How long have you been studying,” he whispers. 

You turn to look at the time of your phone, “ Like four hours,” you sigh. He hands you a jolly rancher, you immediately put in your mouth. “ Why are you here? You texted me that you were going to take a fat ass nap?”

“ I wanted to see you, kind of missed you,” he lays his head against the table. His eyes close when you brush his soft hair. 

“ I’ll be done in forty minutes.” He lets off a quiet okay continuing to look at you doing your work. 

Taehyung wakes up to you caressing his cheek, his neck is in pain from the awkward position he slept in. “ Where did Jungkook and Namjoon go?,” he looks at the empty seats. He tries to crack his neck and watches you pack your stuff.

“ They left about twenty minutes ago,” you get up stretching your legs. “ Let’s head home. We still have left over pizza,” you groan at the pain on your lower back. 

For some odd reason Taehyung liked hearing you say home, there’s some comfort it gives him but he never says it out loud. Taehyung grabs your backpack, holding it for you as you walk towards your car. You look in the fridge for the pizza, but Taehyung has other plans when he closes the fridge door, pinning you against it kissing you feverishly, his tongue already begging for entrance. Laughing you push him away, “ What’s gotten into you?”

“ I told you...I miss you,” his hands are on your waist. He kisses you again, picking you up easily and placing you on the kitchen table. He takes off your pants and panties, and you reach for his pants but he stops you forcing you to lie completely on the table. “ Look at you, laying so pretty on the table,” he bends down kissing you on your lips before he goes down on you. 

He licks your cunt, gently prodding his tongue up and down. Your hips move frantically wanting to feel more of him. His rough hands pin your hips, and he continues with his teasing, lightly kissing your clit before touring you with his slow pace.  “ Look at your pussy, it looks like the roses you painted yesterday…,” his finger goes up and down your folds.

The words make your cheeks grow hot, “ No it doesn’t,” you get shy shaking your head. The embarrassment fills your body, for maybe shamelessly liking his compliment. You are probably never going to look at roses the same way ever again.

“ Yeah, it does Y/N, but your pussy is more pretty,” he continues to tease you. Wanting to see you get more flustered, he likes it when you do it gets him more turned on. “ I wonder if it smells like roses too,” he’s about to smell your pussy but you hold his head. He watches you cutely shake your head. 

Taehyung is filthy but it makes you get even more aroused. “ It won’t,” you whisper, wanting to cry but he shakes his kissing the inside of your thigh to try to comfort you. 

He smells your pussy and he groans, your heart thumps faster and nervous for what's about to say, “ It smells better,” he kisses your clit. His tongue keeps tracing your folds gently wanting to make you beg for more. The movement of his tongue makes you want to pull your own hair out. The pleasure is barely there but it grows within each second of his tongue flicking up and down.

“ Taehyung,” you let out desperate whine, “ please, I need more.” One of his hands slap your cunt, and your back arches surprise but even more turned on. You never knew that you were into that. The sting hurts at first but shoots up ecstasy after a nanosecond, you can’t help but seek more. “ More!” 

Taehyung lets out a dark chuckle, he gives you another slap, slightly harder on the center of your clit, the stinging making your face scrunch up but letting out a lewd moan. He groans at your wetness seeping out some of it landing on the table.

Suddenly, he is done with all the teasing, and dives in, nose touching your clit and tongue inside your entrance going in and out. Finding it extremely hot that you are riding his face, like the pillow on your bed. Taehyung vividly remembers when you showed him how you ride your pillow last week. The way you desperately let out cute whines trying so hard to relieve yourself as Taehyung only watched, wanting to see you get off without his help. 

He moves his face side to side so his nose can rub your clit. Head in the clouds, your body is floating with ecstasy wanting to stay in it forever. Your hands reach down trying to anchor yourself, Taehyung reaches for your hand holding it tight. You cry out his name loudly, coming intensely, your eyes are shut when it doesn’t seem to stop. Your body finally calms down, looking down you see Taehyung’s face is completely wet. “ Oh my god, did I-

“ Fuck, that was hot,” Taehyung wipes his face with the back his arm. He kisses your lips, he helps you from the table, handing you your panties. 

“ Let me repay you?,” you tug at his belt loop, you look down to see the bulge is gone and there’s a wet stain. Your eyes widen, “ Did you come?”

“ Yeah, you squirting on me, made me bust a nut. I swore I never came that hard either,” he sighs happily. Laughing you go towards the fridge, finally eating the cold pizza. You hand him one and he eats it in two bites. “ My mom called me today…”

Taehyung hardly talks about his family, you only know that he was raised only by his mother. He never talked bad about her but you can tell that they didn’t have a close  relationship. “ What happened?” You and Taehyung move so you're sitting on the couch.

“ She told me that my father wanted to meet up with me,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “ Told her that I don’t want to. She started crying and telling me that he’s my father...I sometimes think she’s still in love with him. She’s an idiot.” He lays his back staring at the ceiling.

“ Sometimes it’s hard to get over someone that you once loved. The one you shared your laughs, arguments, touches, memories...vanish into thin air... or you could hold onto it. Love isn’t easy...it’s messy, it’s confusing but it’s beautiful being able to share it with someone. Don’t you think?” You look at Taehyung’s side profile.

Taehyung turns his head looking at you, “ I don’t know...I will never fall in love. I don’t want to end up like my parents,” he closes his eyes.

“ Taehyung-“

He opens his eyes smiling, grabbing your hands, “ Let’s head to bed,” already over the conversation. 

---

Jungkook is cooking breakfast and almost burns his hand when a random girl walks out of Taehyung’s room. Immediately she exits their apartment, doing the walk of shame. Taehyung walks out shirtless with hickies on his chest and dishevelled hair. Jungkook clears his throat, “ Thought you were seeing Y/N,” he turns off the stove.

Taehyung grabs a glass of water, “ We are just friends,” he takes several gulps.

Jungkook scoffs rolling his eyes at his friend’s stupidity, “ Yeah, friends who have sex, hold hands, and almost spend every night together. My bad I forgot they changed the definition of ‘friends’ in the Webster dictionary.”

“ Whatever man...I'm out of here,” Taehyung leaves the kitchen going to his room. He looks at himself in the mirror, disgusted at his appearance, at the splotchy marks on his neck. Why am I like this? Taehyung leaves his apartment ignoring Jungkook, entering your apartment with his set of keys. He looks at you cooking pancakes, you look at him quickly and smiling.

“ Hey...you want some? It’s your favorite banana pancakes,” you flip the pancake. He looks at the big stack of pancakes you have on the table, you continue with the last couple of pancakes and sit down taking a couple of bites. You are consumed by the taste, not really focusing on Taehyung until he clears his throat, looking at him you notice marks on his neck. Your heart plummets, you thought the whole time the two of you have been messing around he wasn’t seeing anyone else. “ You hooked up with someone else yesterday?,” you set your utensils down.

Taehyung nods trying to look nonchalant, “ Yeah, is that a problem?” 

“ No,” you try to lie to yourself but it’s no use, your face looks the opposite of how you feel, disheartening, you can’t save face even if your life's on the line. Swallowing hard you shake your head, “ Actually, yes. It is a problem,” you sigh. “ I don’t understand you. You treat me like a lover, but then you do things like this…” you get up from the kitchen table tossing the plates in the sink, not caring that you didn’t finish the meal, “ I open my heart with you but you don’t do the same. I feel used in this relationship or whatever the hell this is,” your hands clenched tightly as you turn around and face Taehyung.

He’s now by the kitchen counter standing up, “ I told you I’m not looking for love. I’m sorry if I gave you mixed feelings but I don’t want this to end whatever we have with each other. I like how things are-”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words, “ Well I don’t...if you want to fuck around then do it... I’m not going to care for you like I love you anymore.” The angry tears stream down your face, your hands wipe them before he could, “ Go Taehyung. I wish you the best,” his face is etched with subtle pain, turning away from him you wash the dishes not bothering to look at the sound of him leaving.

---

Three days later

Taehyung hasn’t been sleeping well, tossing and turning, giving up completely and decides to study all night long. This has been a daily occurrence since the fight with you. I’m not going to care for you like I love you anymore. Taehyung groans, wanting to get the image of you out of his brain. Jungkook knocks on his door, eyes widening at the sight of him, “ You look like shit, c’mon Namjoon is having another get together.”

When Taehyung shows up to the party he watches you have a conversation with Hoseok, from a far distant, unsure how you would react if you saw him. Taehyung waits till Hoseok leaves, walking towards you as you are on your phone texting someone. He watches you jolt as he calls your name. “ Hey,” you greet him but there’s no smile or warmth like you usually greet. And he hates it, it makes him feel like a stranger.

“ About the last time, I’m sorry that we got into an argument,” Taehyung apologizes, he tucks his hands in his pockets, a nervous tick he developed when he was elementary. 

“ Ok,” you nod your head, not wanting to discuss something so private in a social setting. “ I should get going, I got a research paper to go over,” you give him one last glance and leave, not saying goodbye to anyone else.

Taehyung doesn’t like the way your back faces him, leaving him all alone with a place full of people. He pushes against people not wanting to let you go so easily, he wants to talk to you, he wants to hear you talk. He wants to lay in your bed and listen to your heart beat while you stroke his hair, letting him fall asleep in your arms. You're opening your car door, and you halt when he calls your name, you wait patiently for what he’s going to say. Please stay.  “ I-I uh...I wish you the best, Y/N” Taehyung says. He watches you give him one last small smile and drive away. 

---

Six months later

Taehyung hates visiting his mother, there’s always something unsettling when he enters his childhood home. As soon as greets his mother she comments about his weight, his slightly long wavy hair, and baggy clothes. She doesn’t ask him college, she never does. Instead he listens to her talk about her work. “ I told your father that you're in town,” she says over the sound of the faucet. Taehyung nods, handing her the dirty dishes, “ I told him you are free tomorrow, you are going to visit him at IHOP,” she leaves no room for argument. 

The sun wakes up Taehyung before his alarm does, he doesn’t really put in effort to look nice but when his mother gives him a look, he changes into something more appropriate. Maybe if Taehyung was in middle school he would be nervous meeting his father but now that he’s an adult he couldn’t care less. It takes him a while to find his father, he looks older from his adolescent years, has a few gray hairs and slightly wrinkled skin. His father stands up, and Taehyung immediately holds his hand out giving him a handshake not wanting to receive an awkward hug. His father looks surprised but compiles, awkwardly laughing and sits down taking a gulp of his hot black coffee. “ I ordered your favorite,” his father points to the triple drizzle chocolate milkshake with a red cherry on top that is set in front of Taehyung. “ How are you kiddo? You look so grown up, your mother has been feeding you well, huh?”

“ Yup.” Taehyung looks at the red cherry. 

There’s too much uncomfortable tension, and his father is letting more awkward coughs to try to fill the silence. “ Almost done with college, yeah? Just three more months, and you gotta face the real world,” his father comments.

Taehyung has been facing the real world since he was a teenager, he worked when he was in highschool to pay for college, he cooked his own dinner because his mother always came home late, he didn’t need to graduate college to find out the world was shitty. “ Yeah.”

His father tries really hard to have some sort of conversation with his son.“ You still like to paint?”

Taehyung smiles, getting reminded of you. He wonders what you are doing right now, if you are painting the canvas he bought you when you guys were friends. “ No. I mean yeah, sorta. I painted with this girl, she made me fall back in love with painting but I did something horrible to her. Now I can’t paint without thinking about her,” he sighs. 

There’s surprise etched on his father’s face, since more than a word came out of his son’s mouth. “ Seems like a very important person to you. You should talk things out with her, don’t want to lose someone like that.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “ Why? You did the same thing to us.”

“ Taehyung-”

“ You really fucked me up father, I hate that you and mom made me this way. I want to love her but I’m scared...what if she ends up leaving me like you did. I rather be alone for the rest of my life than to have someone steal a part of me,” Taehyung grits his teeth.

“ I-I I’m sorry Taehyung...I really am. I hate myself everyday for not visiting you, I should’ve been there for you...Your mother and I once loved each other but sometimes people fall out of love, but that doesn’t mean love is evil. Don’t give up on love because of our failed marriage, son, you deserve to be in love.”

---

One week later

“ Fuck, watch where you going asshole,” you yell at the asshole who wasn’t paying attention that made you drop all of your art supplies. He doesn’t even bother apologizing, just continues to walk with his friends. You pick up your pencils, someone helps you pick up your other materials. “ Thank-” you stop midway when your eyes are met with Taehyung. He hands you the sketchpads, you quickly put it in your bag, “ Thanks.”

“ No problem. You just got out of class?,” he asked intently looking at you.

His hair is pushed back by his headband, showing his forehead, he’s wearing his usual baggy grandpa clothes. It makes your heart flutter, but you quickly push the feeling away. “ Yeah, but I have to go back to pick up my two pieces,” you shrug. 

“ You need a hand?” He offers with a careful smile.

You contemplate, you don’t want to make two trips, “ If you’re not busy…”

He eagerly shakes his head. “ I’m not, let me help.” Taehyung follows you to the art room, and picks up the pieces easily despite it being large canvases. There’s silence when you are done putting it in your car. 

“ Thank you,” you give him a grateful smile. “ Do you need to ride home?”

Taehyung took his car to campus but he lies, he accepts your offer in hopes that you guys can talk things over. The radio is on low, and Taehyung is almost near his apartment, “ I lied I don’t need a ride,” he starts off and you let out a surprise laugh.

“ Why are you just telling me now?,” you are about two minutes from the destination. 

“ I wanted to talk to you about what happened to us-”

You sigh, not wanting to reopen bandage wounds on your heart, “ Taehyung, I’m over it-” 

His head turns to face you, “ I love you. I think I always loved you since we became friends. I was scared to tell you because it was something so new for me...I was selfish, I thought that everything we had was fine but I never took your feelings into consideration.” He’s breathing really hard because he finally confessed his heart out, something he vowed he’ll never do since he was a child. 

“ Why? Why now?,” you swallow hard, not looking at him but only the road. Scared that if you look into his eyes, you’ll get lost into them. 

“ It took me a while to come in terms with how I am feeling. Because love is messy right?,” his voice cracks.

The car is now parked in his driveway, “ Yeah, it is.” Turning to finally face him, he has little tears in his eyes that haven’t fallen. “ I still love you, Taehyung,” your hand touches his soft cheek, caressing it. Taehyung leans closer to you and you close your eyes expecting a kiss, instead he sobs against your neck. Feeling wet tears against your neck, you try to coddle him but the tight space in the car is not giving you any room to do so. “ Tae, why are you crying?,” you comb the back of his curls.

Taehyung pulls away giving you a tearful smile, “ Because for the first time in my life I know what love is.”

end.

[hockeyboysimagines]

All good boys go to Heaven but bad boys bring Heaven to you

Chapter 6

Warnings: language, sex, a fist fight, (tw) stalking, lots of angst, and some fluff.

Sorry it’s taken so long. I’ve been trying to get Say it to me softly out, and now it’s finished so this will be updated more regularly. This is a very appropriate gif for this chapter. Stay tuned💕

“Chucky watch out!” Matt turned just as a puck cracked off the side of his helmet and sent him tumbling to the ice. He hadn’t been paying attention during practice, instead thinking all the ‘not sleeping’ he had done the night before. He could hear Noah and Johnny laughing as they skated over and helped him up. He deserved that one.

“Dude you gotta pay attention. What’s going on in there today space cadet?”

He wanted nothing more than to tell them. He was not only thinking about Hallie, but also about the mysterious flowers that had obviously rattled her. So he went with amended version of the truth.

“We’ll actually.” He turned to Noah and leaned on his stick “Has Hallie ever mentioned like a bad boyfriend or anything?”

Noah looked at the ceiling and chewed on his lip for a moment before he shook his head “I don’t think so, not to me anyway. Why?”

He chose his words carefully, keeping his expression cool “Well I showed up at her place yesterday and made her have dinner with me, and while I was there she said she got flowers and she assumed they were from me. But I didn’t send her any, and she got all fucking weird about it.”

“Was there a card?”

He shook his head “No but she was definitely upset. I offered to stay but she said it was fine.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and gave him a shove “Of course you did.”

“I can ask Carly if you want. They tell eachother everything.”

“No it’s okay. I don’t wanna invade her privacy or anything. Just seemed weird to me.”

They went back to running drills but his mind was still elsewhere. The more he thought about it the more her behavior bothered him. She had seemed upset, anxious, and scared and the whole thing had rubbed him the wrong way. He didn’t want to get involved in her business but it was really bothering him.

*******

“Come on Hal we’re going to be late.” Carly complained as Hallie shoved her feet into her shoes. She locked the door behind her and dig around in her bag as they took the elevator and exited her building towards the parking lot.

As they walked through the parking lot, she was still digging for her keys when she felt Carly’s hand on her arm forcing her to stop.

“Hal?”

Hallie looked up and felt the blood feeeze in her veins. Rose petals littered her car, moving very gently in the breeze. She took a step backwards turning her head this way and that but the parking lot was empty. She turned slowly towards Carly who was looking at her alarmed.

She began to shake, eyes filling with tears. She thought when she came here this would be over, that she could finally be free and not live her life looking over her shoulder. But she was wrong.

“He found me.”

**********

“Hal? It’s me open the door.” Matt said knocking. He hadn’t heard from her all day, and was starting to get worried when Carly told him she was sick, but was them confused when she texted him and told him to come over. He heard her shuffle around on the other side of the door before she eased it open, big eyes peering at him through the crack.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, come in. Hurry up.”

She yanked him inside and clicked the lock as she shut the door. He frowned at her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine why?” She breezed past him to pick up her buzzing phone on the counter. As she read the message the color in her face drained.

“Something wrong?”

Hallie stuffed her phone in her pocket and shook her head not meeting his eye.

“No why?”

He shrugged “ you just got super weird when your phone went off that’s all.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You did but it’s none of my business.”

“Your right. It’s not.”

“Maybe I should just go.”

“No!” She grabbed his arm holding him in place “I-I mean sorry. I just had a long day is all. Stay please?” She looked uncomfortable asking him, but there was another emotion he couldn’t identify. Whatever it was, it was convincing.

“I got your mail by the way.” He said setting several white envelopes and a large Manila one down on the counter, and walking from the kitchen to the bathroom. He needed a shower, and went to rummage through the collection of clothing he had accumulated. He had hoped by pulling his shirt off and walking back past the kitchen he could entice Hallie to come shower with him but he found her standing with her back to him, looking at an article of mail in her hand. He could see her trembling from where he stood.

She had opened the large envelope first, noticing it had no return address, but felt bulky and heavy. She felt goosebumps bloom across her skin as a stack of photos slid out and she looked through them. There were dozens, her walking to work, out with friends, her and Matthew. Each photo got progressively closer and some had foul crude writing on them. Mattys face was crossed out on several of them and a few were ripped in half.

“Hallie?”

Matt was standing in the middle of the room, shirtless looking at her, concerned. She thought for a minute about hiding them but she knew that there would be no point. She held the photos out to him and he took them, frowning. His eyebrows furrowed as he shuffled through them.

“What-what is this?” He looked mad now, eyes burning. His knuckles were white as he gripped them ”Who took these?”

She took a deep breath “ His name is Ryan. I dated him for a few months before I moved here, to get away from him. He started stalking me, saying we were meant to be and he couldn’t live without me. I thought I got away from him but he found me. He left roses on my car this morning. And he texted me just now.”

“How long has this been going on?”

She looked down “A few days. That’s where the flowers came from the other day. And I got a weird phone call at my office last week. -“

“A few days? And your just telling me this now?”

“I’m sorry. I thought he would just go away. I was wrong.”

Yeah I’d say you were. We need to go to the police.”

“I already have. They can’t do anything about it. Besides he’s just trying to scare me.”

“ And what happens when that’s not enough for him anymore? What happens then? If you think this creep is going to be content to watch you forever, your wrong. He’s going to hurt you.”

“I know I’m-I’m sorry.”

“That’s it. I’m moving in here.”

“What?! No!”

“It’s not up for discussion. Till this guy goes away I’m staying here.”

She wanted to be annoyed, but in all honesty she was relieved. She felt safe with him in the apartment, and it felt good to get this off her chest.

“And what are we going to tell our friends?”

“Would it be so bad if they just knew about us? I mean really Hal. Your starting to make me feel like I’m just a good lay and that’s the only reason you keep me around.”

She looked hurt for a minute and her expression softened “Matty. I’m sorry.�� She put a hand on his arm and rugged him closer “I never meant to make you feel that way. I’m just scared okay. Of this, of Ryan of everything. We will talk about this, but give me some time.”

He pursed his lips for a minute before he nodded.

“Okay. That’s fair.”

She squeezed his arm before wrapping her own around him, her head resting on his chest near his heart. He was so big and safe, any worry she had about Ryan out the window, as she stood listen to his heart beating through his shirt.

She had lived by herself for so long it was weird having a roommate. Especially one who walked around mostly shirtless and slept in her bed. She learned a lot about him in the following days. She learned how incredibly sweet he was, and how much he loved his mom and his sister. She learned he slept on the left side of the bed, that he never had a dog growing up, and that he was not the pest that everyone saw on the ice. She learned that he loved to dance, and they had spent much time slow dancing in her kitchen, and that he could talk about everything and anything late at night. His voice, which had annoyed the hell out of her just a few months ago, now soothed her every time she heard it. She liked seeing him smile at her across the table, or next to her while they brushed teeth, and his presence had become a comfort that she never knew she needed. She had fallen hard for Matthew Tkachuk, just like she knew she would.

One particular rainy Sunday morning she had woken up to his big rough hands barely brushing the bare skin of her back. She rolled over eyes still closed, lips immediately finding his in the dim light of her bedroom. He kissed her deeply, lips moving slowly, tongue pushing inside her mouth. There was already minimal clothing on, so it didn’t take long before he was pushing inside her. She let out a breath, eyes closing slowly. Each time was more enthralling than the last time. He moved slowly, lazily hot breath on her neck. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair. She could her the dull pounding of rain hitting her window, the thick grey clouds making the room dim. But she could see those eyes burning into her own, as he moved above her, curls falling into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her heavily, as his pushes became faster until he let out a ragged breath as she tensed around him, her own high coming with his.

“Can we stay in bed all day and do that again?”

Before she could answer she heard her front door open and then close. Panic rose in her throat as Matt jumped off the bed, yanking a pair of gym shorts on and banged the bedroom door open. He couldn’t believe this creep was bold enough to come into her apartment in broad daylight, but he was going to kill him before he got the chance to ever do it again.

“Matty wait!” She whispered pulling a T-shirt over her head as she hurried out behind him. To her horror it was not Ryan in her kitchen, but Noah and Carly standing there with wide eyes and open mouths.

“What the hell?” Noah said, eyebrows raised so far up his forehead they were in danger of disappearing into his hairline.

Hallies face had bypassed Red and turned Maroon as she shrank down behind him under Carly’s glare.

“Are you two serious right now?” She asked hands on her hips, looking between them.

“How long has this been going on?” Noah asked. He too was frowning, arms crossed. He knew something was up, and they had become even more suspicious when Hallie started being magically busy the past few weeks, coupled with Matthew being notably absent and coming and going at all hours. They had never though thought in a million years they would find them shacked up together in Hallies apartment.

Matthew took a deep breath and turned to look at her before looking back at their friends “Since that weekend at the lake.”

Carly sucked in a loud breath, eyes huge. She sputtered for a few moments, words completely escaping her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked after a few moments. She looked hurt. Hallie had wanted to tell her so bad, but she didn’t want to say it out loud. She was so scared that she had even let him in, but now to tell everyone else? That was terrifying.

“Let’s talk about this another time yeah?” Noah said, giving Carly’s arm a gentle squeeze.

“No.” Matt said “Let’s talk about it now. We didn’t tell you guys because we didn’t really know what to say. I honestly still don’t know what this is.”

“But there’s something else too.” Hallie reached behind her to pick up the envelope full of photos and handed them to Carly. She looked alarmed as she pulled them out, face turning white.

“Hallie.” She whispered.

“What the fuck?” Noah said, grabbing a few photos from Carly’s hand, and looking at both of them clearly confused.

“Sit down.” Matt said, patting the counter and walking to the fridge to pull out the liquor “We’ll tell you everything.”

And they did. They started with the lake house and went from there. Hallie and Carly walked Noah and Matt through the details on what had happened with Ryan and how they had come to Calgary to get away from him. Noah was so angry about the stalking, and the fact that she had kept it from them, he gave her a very stern talking to.

“This creep could have hurt you. Both of you.” He said glaring at Carly as well “We can’t keep you safe if we don’t know what we’re trying to keep you safe from.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” Carly said giving his hand a squeeze.

“Now that we’re all in the loop I think we can agree that you two can’t go places alone for right now.” Matt said rubbing his chin “It’s just the way it is. Until this guy goes away or does something to get arrested for it has to be this way. When we have away games you two have some kind of sleepover or something. Have Jay come too.”

Carly giggled “I don’t really see Jay taking down an intruder, but safety in numbers right.” They laughed and the mood seemed to change. They decided to order takeout, and Hallie realized how much better she felt not keeping secrets. To finally have her and Matt out there in the open felt good, and natural.

After Noah and Carly left, it was just them in her apartment. He was smiling at her, a smile she hadn’t seen before. He walked very slowly towards her, eyes burning into her own.

“Thank you.” He said coming to a stop in front of her, hands resting on her shoulders.

“For?”

“For telling our friends. I know it wasn’t easy, and I know you didn’t want to, and I know your not my girlfriend or anything but thank you.”

“You haven’t actually asked me to be your girlfriend.”

He shrugged “I’m not really in the market for a relationship right now so.”

She gaped at him till he burst out laughing and swept her up, carrying her down the hallway towards her bedroom.

“Come on. Let’s go do boyfriend girlfriend stuff.”

********

As news of their new relationship spread, Matthews performance on the ice skyrocketed. He was having a great season, exploding on the ice and making headlines every game. He was still a pest, and that would probably never change, but he found himself playing with a confidence he didn’t know he had.

Plus it was an added bonus to look up and see Hallie sitting in the stands, looking so damn good with his name across her back. She was a steady constant in his life, and he found that having a real relationship was better than any hookup.

After one particularly physical game, Hallie waited nervously in the hallways outside the dressing room. Noah exited followed by Johnny and came over dropping a kiss on Carly’s cheek and turning to Hallie with a smile. Johnny gave her a gentle bump on the shoulder and grinned when he saw her expression.

“He’ll be out in a second.”

She peeked our from behind Him, as the door banged open and Matt came through the doors of the locker room, wet curls falling around his face with a casual elegance, cheeks pink, tie loosened around his neck. His eyes searched around the room till they landed on her and he smiled.

That damn smile.

He accepted a few pats on the back from his teammates as he made his way over to her, and stopped a few feet in front of her. She looked him over not noticing any injuries or blood and he held his arms out wide.

“ I’m fine Hallie. “

She breathed an audible sigh of relief and fell gratefully into his arms. He was so big and warm and she closed her eyes and breathed him in.

Watching Him fight had been a confusing expression to say the least. She had seen videos of it on YouTube but watching it happen live was completely different than through the tv screen. It was horrible because he was her boyfriend and she didn’t want him to get hurt, but it was enthralling to watch him throw his 6”2 frame around with such confidence on the ice. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or smack him and the whole experience had left her emotionally drained.

They made idle chatter as they made their way out of the SaddleDome and into the parking garage, making plans to get together with some other guys from the team the following evening.

Once they were buckled in the car he turned to find her already staring at him.

“What?”

Her eyes were squinted and her head was turned to the side and like a flash of lightning she had hopped from the passenger seat to the back. He wasted no time following her, as they hurriedly pulled at whatever clothing was necessary to come off. She tugged the zipper of his suit pants down, and hiked up her skirt. She was dressed for work, having come to the game right from there with no time to change. She motioned for him to sit but he shook his head and leaned her back against the backseat, coming in between her legs. She settled in, opening her legs. His eyes bugged as he watched her pull the skirt up to reveal she wasn’t wearing stocking, but black thigh highs, and no underwear.

“Hal.” He breathed as she pulled his suit pants down enough and guided him towards her entrance. Her eyes closed and she arched back against the seat at the sensation of him pushing inside of her. He pushed again, adrenaline pumping through him as he quickened his pace, pushing deeper with each thrust.

“Matty.” She breathed, pulling his face to hers so she could kiss him. She fisted his dress shirt in her hands, as she pushed her tongue inside his mouth kissing him sloppily. Her legs began to ache as his pushed became erratic, and she came, him following shortly after. They say breathing heavily for a few minutes before he pulled out of her and sat next to her, situating his suit pants and turning to her. She smiled tiredly at him, eyes closing as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“Take me home.”

********

Hallie felt a twinge of annoyance at the way the girl was so obviously flirting with him and he was doing nothing to stop her. After a long night and a lot of sex, Hallie was overly tired and hadn’t really been in the mood to go out at all. She only had because she promised Carly she would. Matthew had gone to the bar to get a drink and was immediately approached By some bimbo in a short skirt, and that was all it took to bring Hallies mood down even more than it already was.

“Relax Hal.” Carly warned. She could feel an angry heat creep up her neck as she watched him smile at the girl, way to friendly for a guy who had a ‘girlfriend.” She angrily slugged the rest of her drink before setting it down loudly on the table.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” She said stand up and storming towards the ladies room sign, glaring at the back of the girls head who was flirting with her boyfriend.

She burst through the door, startling several girls who were fixing their makeup and blinked away angry tears while she went pee. Who did he think he was? They finally tell their friends the truth and here he was laughing and smiling with some random girl in the bar.

When she exited the bathroom she felt a hand on her arm. She turned ready to chew Matt out, when she realized the hand wasn’t his. She froze. It felt like someone was pouring maple syrup over head, and it was trickling down her body suffocating her as she came face to face with Ryan.

“Hi Hallie. I’ve missed you.”

“Get away from me Ryan.”

“I’m sorry about the photos, it was the only way I knew to get a hold of you after you blocked my phone number.”

“And what about the flowers on my car? How did you find my apartment?”

“I just know that you really love pink roses.”

“How did you find my house?”

He took a step forward and backed her further into the corner. Carly had noticed the exchange from across the bar and stood suddenly knocking her stool back and startling Noah. Matt turned from the conversation he was having to look at her as she jumped over the stool.

“That’s Ryan.”

As Hallie tried to maneuver around Ryan he grabbed her arm.

“Hallie please talk to me.” As she tried to pull away there was a commotion and Ryan’s face went white, a look of terror flashing across it. She turned just in time for a fist to come flying over her shoulder and connect solidly with Ryan’s face.

“Matty no!” She tried to grab on to the back of his T-shirt as he surged forward, punching Ryan again. He was so much bigger than her and she struggled nearly falling forward, until Noah appeared and grabbed Matt around the middle hauling him backwards. Johnny was standing looking at the scene with his mouth open and Carly was attempting to help Noah pull Matt towards towards the entrance. Hallie bit back tears and gave Ryan once last glance before she followed her friends out of the bar.

She burst through the door of her apartment not checking to see if he was behind her or not. She was so angry at him for what he had done she didn’t even want to look at him.

“Look I’m sorry okay?” He said leaning against the doorframe. The cut above his eyebrow had stopped bleeding and he was flexing his fingers, bruises beginning to bloom across his knuckles. “I just. When I saw that guy grab you like that, I don’t know. I just reacted” He looked at his hand and sighed “ it’s cuz I fucking love you okay?”

“You have to stop punching first and asking questions later. You almost punched me in the face!”

“I would never punch you in face Hal-“

“Your fist was two inches from hitting me.”

He looked at his feet embarrassed before she continued.

“And don’t think I didn’t see you flirting with that girl either!”

“What? What girl?”

“The bimbo at the bar who’s chest you couldn’t stop staring at! Thanks for making a complete idiot out of me in front of everyone!”

“This is never gonna change is it? Your never going to trust me.”

“Give me one good reason why I should?! You fill my head with air about wanting to have relationship with me then you flirt with some girl at the bar!”

They were standing ten feet apart, red faced and screaming at each other.

“I don’t need this.” He snapped grabbing his he let and leaving the room. She followed him.

“No you don’t need this and you clearly don’t need me either. Get out!”

“I am. And I won’t be coming back either.” He slammed the door behind him as she stood there, fists balled up at her sides. She listened to him walk angrily down the hallway until his footsteps could no longer be heard.

[illegal-spiegel]

Earwig

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader x Shoto Todoroki  Genre: nsfw themes Warnings: there is only talk of sex, not the actual act  Summary: After a grueling day of practice, the girls start talking about which of the boys they think would be the best at sex Word Count: 4.6k A/N: Characters are aged up!! I said Tsu is asexual because I didn’t see her wanting to have sex with any of them. I am not in the LGBTQ+ community, so if I said something wrong, please let me know! I don’t want to offend anyone! 

Part 2

“Jeez, Mr. Aizawa worked us to the bone,” Uraraka whines, walking over to her locker. You walk over to your respective one, a giggle slipping past your lips. Tsu turns to look at you, a ribbit coming from her before she speaks.

“(Y/n), why are you laughing? Aren’t you just as, if not more, tired than all of us?” she asks worriedly. She has a point, you were up there with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Deku. Plus, you’re a female. Because of this, Mr. Aizawa thinks he has to push you even harder to help you improve and to show everyone that being a woman has nothing to do with how powerful you are. There are still some pretty sexist people that target heroes for whatever reason. You understand his reasons but sometimes you just wish you had some sucky quirk so you wouldn’t leave training with so many bruises.

“I think he needs to get laid,” you joke, shocking all of the other girls. Jiro instantly starts to laugh, nodding her head as she starts to take off her training clothes.

“I actually think you’re right. When do you think his last time was?” she replies playfully once her laughter dies. Yaoyorozu quickly cuts in before you can reply to Jiro.

“We shouldn’t talk about our sensei in such a way,” she says seriously. You roll your eyes a bit with a snort, raising your brow.

“Why? It’s just us girls. It’s not like he’ll ever know,” you reply, unzipping your jacket to reveal your undershirt. She squints her eyes to glare at you, letting you know she’s serious. “Fine, fine, fine. We won’t talk about him,” you cave. You then smirk evilly before deciding to ask about someone else. Or should you say multiple someones?

“Alright then. Who out of the boys do you think is the best at sex?” Yaoyorozu chokes at the question, her entire face going pink.

“Ugh, Mr. Aizawa is so mean! Did you see (Y/n)’s breasts when she took off her jacket? Her tank top was so low! But, of course, Mr. Aizawa just had to end the fight right there!” Mineta cries as he walks into the boys’ locker room. Kaminari lets out a heavy sigh as he lifts his hands up, his palms facing the ceiling.

“Don’t even bring up that travesty,” he cries right along with him. Iida scoffs at them before hitting them both on the back of the head.

“Don’t talk about a lady in such a way!” he shouts before walking over to his locker, unzipping his jacket. The two boys pout and walk over to their respective lockers just like the other boys.

“Yeah, that’s not very manly,” Kirishima chimes in. The shorter of the two perverts goes to reply when they hear roaring laughter next door. All the boys go silent at this. Mineta being—well, himself—walks over to the wall separating the boys and girls.

“What do you think they are laughing about?” he asks as he reaches the wall, putting his ear to it. His eyes then go wide as a Cheshire grin stretches across his face. “Wait I can hear them! They are talking about Mr. Aizawa!” he whisper-shouts. The other pervert quickly comes over and presses his ear to the wall to listen in as well.

“I think (Y/n) is saying he needs to get laid,” he says quietly before laughing. This piques most of the boys' interests. Koda, Sato, Tokoyami, Sero, and Shoji would rather not get wrapped up in their funny business and decide to hurry up before leaving the locker room. Kirishima and Aoyama come over to the vast wall to also listen though.

“C’mon, guys. That’s weird. Leave the girls alone,” Deku says, walking over to them to try and pull them away. None of them budge though, and some even push him away.

Iida quickly comes over to help him, his ears red at what the girls are discussing. “Get away from the wall! I’m serious! This is evading their privacy!” Iida shouts, not bothering being quiet. Kaminari quickly stands up straight and slaps a hand over his mouth, looking to Mineta to see if they’ve been caught. The short boy smirks and puts his thumb up to let him now that they haven’t been.

Iida starts to struggle against the lightning-fast boy, grumbling and grunting against his hand. Before anyone can do anything else though, the boys against the wall are gasping. This causes the rest of the boys to look over at them. “(Y/n) just asked who of the boys would be best at sex,” Mineka mumbles.

Now, this perks Bakugo’s interest. He didn’t care before but now he does. It would obviously be him. He’s the most powerful and good looking out of the bunch. He drops his shirt and comes over to the wall shirtless, pressing his ear to the wall. This causes Deku’s jaw to drop as he stares at him.

“You too, Kacchan?” he whisper-shouts in disbelief. He didn’t want them doing this but if the boys were caught, he’d probably be roped right in with the rest of them.

“Shut it, nerd,” he growls before focusing on the girls’ voices. Ojiro is a little interested in the conversation going on but only for one reason. Until she’s brought up, he won’t give them any attention and will just focus on changing.

Todoroki stays right where he is but can’t help to be a little intrigued. He doesn’t want the boys to know that though, so he stays facing his locker, but if anyone were to look over at him, they would notice that his movements have significantly slowed down.

Hagakure snorts, your eyes moving to her floating clothes. Well, they aren’t actually floating but they look like they are, seeing as how she’s invisible. “Cmon, seriously? Talking about Mr. Aizawa wasn’t enough for you?” she teases. You laugh and stand, pulling your sweats down your legs.

“What can I say? I’m thirsty,” you joke, grabbing your school uniform from your locker.

“Alright then, you go first, Miss Horny,” Mina teases, pulling her undershirt off of her sweaty body. You purse your lips and raise your brow at her, shaking your head a bit.

“Why do I have to go first? I asked the question. Why don’t you go first?” you quip. At this, her cheeks fill with color.

“But that’s so embarrassing!” she whines. You chuckle and shake your head, pulling your skirt up your legs.

“It’s not like they’ll ever know,” you reassure. You watch her slowly give in before seeing the gears turn inside her head as she thinks.

“Okay, um…” she trails off as she thinks, holding her shirt in her hands. “Kirishima?” she asks more than says. The other girls giggle at how embarrassed she is. You nod your head with a hum, thinking it over for a moment.

“I can see that. He’s always going on about how manly everything should be. I think he’d be the kind of guy to put your pleasure before his own,” you explain, picking up your towel to wipe up the sweat that beaded down between your breasts.

While the girls were talking, Iida had given up on trying to stop them and went back to getting undressed and into his uniform. Since he’s given up, Kaminari presses himself back to the wall. Deku didn’t know what to do and just stood in the middle of the locker room.

At your and Mina’s words, Kirishima pulled away from the wall and started to do a happy dance. The other boys roll their eyes at him, the three not against the wall very confused to why he’s dancing.

“Why is he dancing?” Deku asks, watching Kirishima act like a dork. Mineta pouts as he turns his eyes to look at him with envy.

“Mina just said that he’d be the best at sex,” he whines quietly. Deku’s eyes widen at his response, his heart starting to think about what Uraraka will say. Everyone’s eyes move to Bakugo when he scoffs, a scowl coming to his face. Some of the boys go to tease him when Aoyama chimes in.

“She’s clearly delusional. Poor mon cheri,” he says, still focusing his attention on the girls.

“She is not,” Kirishima defends, stopping his dance to come over to the wall again.

“Okay, someone else’s turn,” you chime in. At this, all of the other girls look away from you with a blush. You look around at them and grin when you look at Jiro.

“Jiro! Thank you for volunteering!” She scoffs at your words, facing her locker as she continues changing.

“Kaminari,” she replies, sounding unfazed. You know her better than that though and just know she’s beyond embarrassed.

You hum and nod your head just like you did before, thinking the name over. “I could see that,” you start just as you did before, “I mean, if you’re into pain or just want to feel something shocking, pun intended, he could bring some of his electricity to his hands.”

Jiro turns her head to raise a brow at your words, starting to laugh at you a bit. “Seriously? Are you a masochist or something? That’s not where my train of thought went,” she teases. You laugh at her words, seeing the other girls giggle along with Jiro.

“I’m just saying. If your partner’s quirk can be used in bed, you should do it,” you finish with your explanation. You think for another moment before a new smirk creeps up onto your face. “I’m surprised you’d say him, Jiro. You’re always teasing and poking fun at him,” you tease, knowing good and well that she likes him.

She turns back around but you didn’t need her facing you for you to know she’s blushing. “Who’s next?” she asks, wanting to get the attention off of herself.

Now Kaminari is the one who pulls away from the wall to do a happy jig. The boys, once again, roll their eyes at this. “This is so lame,” Mineta complains but makes no move to get away from the wall.

“Aww, she’s delusional too,” Aoyama coos, feeling bad for the girl.

“You can say that again,” Bakugo mumbles.

“You all are disgusting perverts who don’t belong in class 1-A,” Iida claims, grabbing his bag and going to leave. This is when most of the boys against the wall smile evilly.

“Someone just said your name,” Mineta singsongs.

“Which is just absurd,” Aoyama adds.

Iida pauses in his spot, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. “Who?” he asks quietly, his face growing red.

“Come listen to find out,” Kaminari snaps before shushing everyone to go back to listening. Iida sighs and slowly walks over to the wall before pressing his ear to it. He feels so dirty for listening to this but they’re talking about him in such a derogatory way! He deserves to know what is being said about him!

Deku is honestly surprised that Iida gave in so easily and is now listening in on the girls with the rest of them. He turns his eyes to Todoroki who is still changing. At least he’s being respectable of the girls.

“Okay, Yaoyorozu. Your turn!” you happily squeal at Jiro’s question, deciding to remove your undershirt altogether since it’s soaked with sweat. She scoffs and shakes her head.

“There’s no way I’m participating in this conversation.” You pout and start to move towards her with round eyes.

“C’mon! It’s just us girls! We won’t tell anyone!” you promise. You smile when she huffs and goes quiet, thinking about her answer longer than the other girls did.

“Iida,” she says softly, a ruby red blush on her cheeks. Your eyes widen at this, your response coming out a bit rushed.

“Wait, what? Seriously?” you ask unbelievingly. She scoffs violently and starts to glare at you.

“What? You agree with their answers but not mine?” she snaps, offended. Your eyes widen even more at her attitude before shaking your head.

“No! No, of course not! I get why you said Iida! He’s incredibly smart and I’m sure he knows basically everything there is to know about the human body. He’d be able to please someone in his sleep!” you reassure with a grin. Yaoyorozu relaxes at this and feels herself smile a bit.

“That’s what I was thinking. I’m not sure if I would personally want to have sex with him but out of the dumbos in our class, he’d be the best, I think,” she further explains her answer.

Iida is beyond red at this. You two think this about him? That’s so embarrassing!

“Nice, Iida,” Kirishima congratulates and pats his back. Deku is, once again, confused and asks what was said. Mineta huffs and explains what you two said before declaring, “If you want to know so badly what is being said, just come listen!”

Deku shakes his head and blushes, trying to not imagine what’s on the other side of the wall. “No way! I agree with what Iida said earlier! That’s invading their privacy!” he complains, crossing his arms over his chest. Mineta goes to reply when Bakugo steps in.

“Oh yeah? Then I guess you don’t want to know what pink cheeks is about to say,” he basically growls. And just like that, Deku’s resolve disappears into nothingness as he walks over to the wall to listen in.

“Alright, Uraraka! You’re up next!” Her eyes widen to the size of saucers as she shakes her head, the darkest blush yet crawling up her neck to spread across her face.

“No way! That’s beyond embarrassing! I’d rather die by the hands of a villain!” she says dramatically. You snort at this, picking up your button-up shirt to slip your arms through.

“Oh, c’mon, Uraraka! We all know who you are going to say!” you tease, throwing your tie at her. She scoffs a bit and shakes her head, putting her hands to her face to attempt to hide herself.

“I wasn’t going to say Deku!” she argues. Her hands fly away from her face with a gasp before quickly slapping back to her mouth. You smirk evilly and raise a brow at her.

“Oh, Deku? He wasn’t at all who I was thinking,” you start sarcastically. “Why would I say him? It’s not like you have the fattest crush the size of the earth on him or anything.” She huffs again, shaking her head violently which causes her brown hair to fly around her head.

“It’s not that big!” she denies, but she made a mistake.

“Oh? So, you don’t deny you like him then. It must be bigger than that then. How about the sun?” you tease. She shakes her head, a pout coming to her face.

“C’mon, (Y/n). Lighten up on the poor girl!” Hagakure says as she comes over to Uraraka to, what you assume, comfort her. You sigh and put your hands up in defeat.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying this because I know he likes you too,” you reassure the flustered girl. She looks back over to you with a frown, reaching up to play with her hair.

“That’s not true. He’s so strong and powerful! He could end up getting any girl he wanted!” she argues. You hum in disagreement as you shake your head.

“He couldn’t get me,” you argue. She goes to say something when Jiro also speaks up her opinion.

“Not me either. I see him as a kid. He’s so pure,” she agrees with you. After that, all the girls start chiming in.

“He has too much of a babyface for me,” Mina adds.

“I basically see him as a little brother,” Yaoyorozu says.

“Midoriya isn’t my type,” Hagakure voices.

You all then look at Tsu, your brow raising at her. “Well, I obviously don’t like him like that. I’m asexual. I don’t want to think about having sex with any of them. I’m just here to listen,” she explains. You laugh at her words and then turn to Urarake who is still frowning.

“Well, obviously none of you like him because you know that I do,” she says quietly. To reassure her more, you decide to add a bit more.

“Also not true. He’s too short for my liking,” you say a bit playfully. They know you’re not shallow enough to decide to like someone or not based on their height alone but you were just trying to make her feel better.

“He’s perfect to me,” she whispers, blushing as she stares down at her uniform.

All of the boys are shocked to hear this declaration of feelings, slowly turning to look at Deku. He’s as red as humanly possible, his body shaking a bit. Most of the boys start to quietly cheer for him and pat him on the back. They all know how much he likes her, so they are happy to hear that she likes him back, even if they all already knew this since it’s so obvious.

“This is getting super lame. Everyone in there is stupid,” Bakugo growls, angry that Deku gets the girl of his dreams while his is blabbering about everyone else being good at sex except for him.

They go back to listening when the girls move on to the next girl.

“Hagakure, your turn. Yours is also pretty obvious,” you say, finishing with your buttons on your shirt. You can only assume she’s blushing by how hard she’s stuttering.

“No, it’s not,” she stutters out.

You snort and walk over to pick your tie up off the floor. “Oh? So, you’re telling me you don’t like Ojiro?” you coo teasingly. Her sleeves move inward, letting you know she’s playing with her hands.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. The world will never know,” she replies quickly.

“Right, right. You two should just go out already,” you tease.

Everyone now congratulates Ojiro on his girl confessing her feelings. He’s been quiet this entire time and was honestly only here to hear her response to the question. “C’mon, guys. She didn’t even confirm she likes me,” he basically whines.

“Girls teasing another girl about a ‘possible’ crush means she likes you,” Kaminari reassures, patting his back last. Ojiro blushes and covers his face before focusing back on changing. He’s heard who he wants to hear from.

Bakugo hasn’t though and he’s about to lose his mind. ‘I swear on everything if she says Deku or Todoroki, I’m going to kill him,’ Bakugo snidely thinks.

Todoroki went as slow as he could but now he’s fully dressed in his uniform and is just standing in front of his closed locker. Why did you have to go last? He just wants to hear your answer, act unbothered when you don’t say him, and then leave.

He turns towards the door with an almost silent sigh, deciding he’ll skip the first two steps and go right to the last step. He’s almost to the door when Mineta gasps and calls out to him quietly.

“Todoroki! Come here!” he whisper-shouts, waving him over violently. Todoroki sighs and walks over to the short male, eyes going wide when the boy tugs him forward and pushes him against the wall.

“What-” Todoroki goes to question the bubble-head when said bubble-head shushes him and presses his ear to the wall again.

“Okay, (Y/n). We all went,” Mina says with a smirk.

“Yeah, no more stalling,” Jiro teases.

You snort and raise your brow up at the two. “Seriously? You think that I had to wait for you all to go to figure out my answer?”

Yaoyorozu raises a brow at this, starting to tie her tie as she speaks. “You already know your answer?” she asks incredulously. You smile widely and nod your head, standing and leaning against the closed locker next to yours as you start to tie your tie.

“Of course I do. You all are delusional if you don’t have one of two answers,” you joke. You pause for dramatic effect, the girls starting to whine and groan their complaints when you don’t say your answer.

“Todoroki,” you singsong his name, looking around at all of their reactions. You giggle as they process this information and slowly agree.

“Makes sense. He is one of the most powerful,” Yaoyorozu says slowly. You grunt and shake your head, laughing a bit.

“No, no, no. You’re looking at it all wrong.”

“What? But earlier you said-”

“Forget what I said! Have you seen that man? For one, he’s beyond fine. Two, he basically has more than one quirk! Temperature play, anyone?” The girls are amazed at how open and honest you’re being. Then again, at the same time, it’s not all that surprising.

After this is said, many things happen at once. The boys start congratulating Todoroki, Mineta starts crying all over again, Todoroki is beyond shocked and is a dark shade of red, and Bakugo decides to attack Todoroki.

“I’ll kill you, you bastard!” he screams, his hands starting to spark to life. Everyone gapes at his outburst and watches him lunge himself at Todoroki, a small explosion coming from his hand. Luckily, Todoroki’s quick reflexes allow him to block this with a wall of ice.

“Calm down,” Todoroki says calmly, his brows furrowed. Did Bakugo like you? Is that why he’s so upset?

“Wait! Bakugo! She said one of two answers! The other might be you!” Kirishima tries to calm him, grabbing him by his arms and pulling him away from the calm man. Bakugo pants heavily, smoke practically pouring from his nostrils.

“Oh! Wait! She did!” Mineta says quickly before the angry man can reply. Bakugo instantly shoves Kirishima off of him and walks back over to the wall.

You all pause when you hear Bakugo scream, your eyes going to the wall separating you all. All of the girls don’t even blink before returning back to the conversation. It’s not like it’s unusual for Bakugo to declare something like that.

“Wait, you said one of two options?” Mina asks. You hum and nod your head, pointing at her.

“Ah, yes I did. Good catch. The other is Bakugo,” you confirm. This makes the other girls confused and start to giggle.

“Really?”

“Seriously? That hot head?”

“Yes! C’mon, think about it!” you say cheerfully.

“I am and I wish I didn’t.”

“I’d rather not.”

You groan and roll your eyes, pushing off of the lockers. “You’re not thinking about the bigger picture! With his ego, he has to be packing, right? Plus, his quirk could also be used in bed. Imagine if he spanked you.” The other girls either giggle or gag to tease you, making you roll your eyes.

“You’re all simple-minded cretins,” you tease jokingly, making them all scoff and start throwing whatever they can at you.

“You’re the one that’s being gross! You chose two!” Uraraka squeals accusingly before laughing.

“You apparently didn’t even have to think about it,” Yaoyorozu continues before giggling herself.

You snort a bit and give a nod, picking up your bag from inside of your gym locker to look around for your perfume. “Of course I already know. Not only is it obvious but I think about it all day, every day,” you joke. The girls laugh some more, a smile stretching across your face.

“Since you’re so open and honest, what would you want them to do to you?” Jiro asks, making you raise your brow.

“I’ll share because I’m not even going to bother asking you all the same thing because all of you are too embarrassed to share.” They scoff or grumble their annoyances, going quiet when you start to speak again.

“Listen, ladies. Bakugo is a hot-head, yes. But he’s also hot,” you start making the girls gag some more. “Oh, whatever. Like y’all don’t think he’s hot too. Now, shush and listen.” You take a drink of your water bottle before continuing.

“I think because of his anger issues, he’d be hot-headed in bed too. I think he’d also be into rougher things because of that. Also, with his ego, he’d degrade his partner without hesitation, seeing them as a lesser,” you explain, practically starting to drool at the thought of it, to which they all notice.

“(Y/n), you’re drooling,” Hagakure teases with a giggle. You roll your eyes and wack her arm, seeing as how it’s the only thing you can see on her upper half that you could hit besides her back.

“Don’t interrupt. Now, I haven’t answered your question yet, Jiro. So, because of what I said before, there are plenty of things I’d want him to do to me. Some things I think he’d be more than happy to use on me are: degrading, choking, BDSM, spanking-”

“Okay, (Y/n), we get it. You two are gross.”

“You really think he has harder kinks?” Mina asks curiously. You scoff and nod your head, a grin still stretching across your face.

“How could I be wrong? You know the guy,” you reply, putting your perfume back after spritzing some onto you. You then grunt and take your deodorant back out, deciding you should probably apply another layer of deodorant.

All the guys listen intently, jaws becoming slack at how open you are. All of them at least have some sort of blush on their face. Bakugo, on the other hand, is grinning darkly, excitement fluttering in his stomach. You already know that side of him so well and you haven’t even seen it before. God, he wants to get his hands on you now. He’s half-hard just thinking about it.

“Is that true, Kacchan?” Deku asks softly, looking at him with a dropped jaw. Bakugo instantly wipes his grin off and sneers at him.

“How about you mind your own business,” he snarls.

“Well, that’s only one of them. What about Todoroki?” Yaoyorozu asks curiously. You grin wickedly at her question, rubbing your hands together.

“Listen, that man is quiet but I bet when you get him going, he’ll start spewing all sorts of deliciously dark things,” you practically purr, your eyes lighting up. The other girls blush at this, trying to get the image out of their head. They aren’t blind; they can clearly see how attractive the man is.

“So, I think he’s the type of guy to just kind of go with the flow unless you really get him going. I bet he’d let you do pretty much anything you wanted as long as you’re good. If you’ve been acting like a brat though, or purposefully make him jealous, or something, then he’d snap and would go hard,” you explain, a faraway, dreamy look coming to your eyes.

“Wow, thanks for that image,” Uraraka says sarcastically.

Todoroki’s eyes go wide at your words, a cherry red blush spreading across his whole body. His blood is also going to a place that it shouldn’t be going right now.

“So, she thinks that he’s a mellow softie unless something happens? Then, he turns into a hardcore dom afterward?” Kaminari asks softly. They listen to you finish up your conversation and then leave the locker room, giggling and teasing each other on your way out.

They pull away from the wall to look at Todoroki, who appears to be glued to the wall. “Well, is she right?” Kaminari asks curiously. Todoroki snaps out of it when he’s addressed, opting to stay quiet and silently stand there.

“Aww, lame.”

“No fair! None of them said me!” Mineta sobs.

“It makes sense they didn’t say you. But why did none of them say moi?” Aoyama cries. The boys talk about that exciting moment they just experienced while Bakugo and Todoroki stand by the wall in silence.

“Oi, half and half. C’mere,” Bakugo calls quietly enough to draw him over to him without alerting the others. Todoroki raises a brow and slowly walks towards him, apprehensive that Bakugo will attack him again.

“Listen, I have an idea.” 

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Part 2

Again, characters are aged up!! Let me know what you think of this!! Reblog if you liked it!!

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[fluffyk97]

Basic backstories, setup and just few little things about Werewolf Cole Au. A synopsis if you will?

There's no elemental powers, Overlord, Zane isn't a nindroid, etc. Just basically a regular world with small real myths such as Werewolves.

Werewolf wolf forms aren't humanoid, but really are just big 6ft tall wolves.

Kai and Nya do live in a house near the woods and their parents were never kidnapped so they were raised by them. However they both are in a line of work that has them not home most of the time.

Kai & Nya found Lloyd on the streets being bullied from other kids. Kai immediately couldn't stand it and stepped in. When asked where Lloyd lived so they could take him, Lloyd said he didn't have one.

After a long video call later, and a quick visit by Maya, Lloyd was able to be adopted into their family and enroll in school under the name Lloyd Smith.

Kai is 20, Nya is 18, Lloyd is 14, Cole is 21, Jay is 18, Zane is 23, Pixal is 22, Skylor is 21. Excluding Cole till later, they're just a big friend group.

Kai is trying to find a good College to get into while working at Skylor and her Mother's small Noodle Shop. There is no Chen because I said so.

Skylor and Kai used to date in Highschool, but found to be better friends instead and now are just close friends.

Jay & Nya are in highschool Senior Year, and are together.

Zane & Pixal was friends with them in highschool, but now are in College together. Also a couple, and they love to visit when they can and video chat.

Lloyd is in Middle School. He's managed to make few friends there but his best friends are his adopted siblings, their friends, and his adopted cat, Meowthra.

Cole was childhood friends with Jay back in another town until one day him, his father and mother had to suddenly move out without a word to anyone. So to Jay, his childhood friend just one day disappeared.

There are Werewolf Hunters after them.

Cole gets his wolf side from Lily.

Lily doesn't pass away when he was younger, but is sick. Lou moves them to the Town where the gang are, hearing about how it's nice and close to some woods, good clean air, and he did some digging and saw nothing about Hunters being in the town because the Forest and its wildlife are supposed to be protected.

Cole is trying to figure out what to do for his mother and always goes out to the woods at night to let himself be a wolf, especially because he doesn't have complete control of his transformation like Lily.

Unfortunately Hunters did follow them.

The Hunters one day went to eat at the Noodle Shop and talked about going hunting in the Woods. Kai overheard, and he knows the Woods are not to be hunted in. Kai tried leaving a voicemail to Skylor but his phone unfortunately died mid message. He wasn't sneaky enough about it and the Hunters did notice.

At the end of his shift, locking up the Noodle Shop, Kai is jumped by the Hunters so they don't have a goody goody try and ruin their hunt.

Kai managed to get away and did run off into the woods, hoping to lead them off his tail, not find their way to his house, while also hoping to manage to get home through the woods.

Kai of course loses the Hunters, but unfortunately his ankle did get sprained pretty bad and he stops to sit against a tree once he's sure he's safe.

That's when Cole finds him after smelling some of his blood.

Kai never heard of any reports of wolves in the woods, especially none that are 6ft tall. So understandably, Kai freezes up in fear while also knowing he wouldn't get anywhere if he tried.

Cole approaches, luckily just have hunted something himself so Kai's blood doesn't affect his hunter instincts too much.

Cole slowly approaches Kai before licking his wounds. He turns Kai around and grabs him by the back of his jacket, carrying him off to his little den he set up for when he's out in the woods.

Kai freaks out and is about to yell before he hears the distant sound of a Jeep driving through the woods which leads him to shut up in fear its the hunters.

This also has Cole rush to the den.

The den is set up with a large bedroll, campfire and few other necessities because Cole goes to it when he's a human as well. It surprises Kai, but he doesn't complain when the big wolf sets him down and carries over a first aid kit.

Even after patching himself up, Kai still can't get up, but it seems the Wolf in front of him basically saved him and maybe has an owner. Plus, out of fear of running into the hunters, he decides okay he'll stay for the night.

Cole does notice Kai starts shivering when trying to sleep, so he goes over to offer some warmth. Kai while uneasy with a big wolf next to him, accepts it, not wanting to risk going against it and it is nice.

This leads to both of them falling asleep and Cole completely forgetting he's going to change back in the morning.

So Kai wakes up being hugged by this large shirtless man. His screaming wakes Cole up, leading him to screaming as well as the scramble to get apart.

The den is surprisingly close to Kai's house, so as Nya is about to head out on her bike to find out why Kai didn't come home last night, she hears him screaming in the woods.

After the screaming stops, Kai and Cole stare at each other. Kai in complete bewilderment, glancing around for that wolf from last night unaware it was Cole. Cole meanwhile is frozen, slapping himself mentally for some reason helping this random stranger as a wolf and not thinking about him turning back in the morning.

Nya calls out for Kai though, drawing his attention away from Cole and allowing him a moment to slip away.

Kai after realizing he was left alone, decides to get up, limping out of the den to call out to Nya.

Kai is brought home and his wounds are more properly treated. A call to Skylor to look out for the guys that jumped Kai and to let her know what's up.

Kai tells the story about the Wolf. Lloyd gets excited wanting to find a big nice Wolf himself, but Nya quickly dismisses it to it most likely just being a dream passing out in the woods. Hoping to delude Lloyd from going and searching the woods for said Wolf, while also not believing it herself.

Kai is basically forced to stay home till they know the Hunters aren't going to go after him again, and to heal up his ankle.

Kai keeps thinking about that night while during his little house arrest, and even dreams of the man he woke up next to, turning into the 6ft Wolf that helped him.

One night when he's okay to walk again and Nya is at Jay's house with Lloyd to help him study, and for a little sleepover, Kai sneaks out back to the woods, finding the den again and hopes to come across the Wolf again.

Cole wanders in as a wolf and freezes noticing Kai waiting for him. He was no different from Kai, constantly thinking about the other in numerous ways since their encounter.

Cole unfortunately wasn't so prepared for another meeting and turns to run away, but finds himself freezing when Kai cries out "Wait!"

Kai slowly approaches Cole.

"You can understand me, can't you?" Cole looks Kai in the eyes and nods to Kai's slight surprise.

"Are you that guy I woke up next to?" Cole whines in response, in fear of Kai knowing.

"It's okay! I... well its little weird to think about, but... wow I was actually right? Haha, I don't know how to feel about this, but I won't go ratting you out don't worry!" Cole's ears perk up in surprise.

That's when the familiar sound of a Jeep reaches both their ears. Smelling the air, Cole whines, recognizing the smell of Hunters, moving to turn and run again, but Kai stops him again.

Kai offers and brings Cole back to his house to help hide him. Cole feels like he should reject, and not trust so easily, but he finds himself following Kai easily.

That's when Kai walks in with Cole, ducking through the back door and see Nya and Lloyd who just got home because the sleep over got cancelled.

After a lot of panic and explaining later, Nya agrees to help out Cole, wanting more explaining from him if Kai saying him turning into a human is true.

Lloyd is very excited to see such a big wolf and starts talking to Cole a lot. It surprises Cole, but he also finds it enjoyable to see a kid so excited to actually see him like this after growing up and being told by Lou he should never show his secret to anyone.

Lloyd does bring Meowthra to Cole, and while Kai and Nya were expecting the usual Cat vs Dog or this case, Wolf, Meowthra surprisingly really likes Cole and they get along fine.

Lloyd helps Kai give food to Cole once they hear the wolf's tummy growl.

The next morning, Cole wakes up in the living room as human and he does explain what he is. Pleading for the trio of siblings to not say anything, especially after he smelled Hunters and learned they're the ones who hurt Kai. They of course agree to the promise.

This starts the cycle of Cole coming over some nights as a Wolf and staying the night.

Cole is excited to talk to people again after being on the run and being hidden for so long and a nice distraction from worrying about his mother.

Kai finds himself wanting to spend more and more time with Cole until he realizes he's actually falling in love with a werewolf.

Overtime the rest of the friend group also accidentally learn about Cole but agree to keep the secret. Jay especially being really happy to see his childhood friend again and getting an explanation why he disappeared so long ago.

Kai find himself talking a lot about Cole to his siblings and Skylor. Cole does the same to Jay about Kai.

Of course they do confess at some point. Or basically forced to by everyone.

Cole keeps all this a secret from Lou because his father has grown to always have a constant worry of his son and wife being hurt because their Wolf sides. He talks to Lily about everyone though when he thinks she's asleep, but she does hear it all and is happy to hear her son is happy. She doesn't tell Lou until Cole is ready.

Cole is a clingly bf when him and Kai are together, being very touch starved from only having his mom & dad for so long. Kai loves attention, so it works out perfectly.

Cole as a wolf will sometimes just pick up Kai to bring him t lay down with and enjoy cuddles. When human, he loves to come up from behind for a hug.

Kai brought Cole to work one day and Cole fell in love with the food there ofc.

When Cole first ate cake around the others, he was a wolf and they did immediately get scared with mindset of chocolate bad for dogs. Morning came and Cole reassured he was fine and is still okay to eat anything he can as a human, as a wolf.

Cole does still struggle with gaining control of his transformation but that mainly affects to him turning into a wolf every night. Lily can turn into a wolf anytime she wants.

However sometimes Cole finds himself losing to his wolf instincts and needs to hunt or gets hostile.

First time Cole loses himself as a wolf he is hostile, but Kai slowly approaches him, treating it like he would for Lloyd when he has panic attacks, and brings Cole out of it. Mostly succeeding to get close because Cole smells his own scent on Kai.

They all do try and pitch in to find a way to help Lily, and stop the Hunters.

[evolmaze]

bts hyung line find/hear your confession

summary - hyung line finds or hears your confession

pairing - jin x reader, young x reader, hoseok x reader, namjoon x reader

genre - fluff, angst, comfort

word count - 3.1k words

warnings - some angst, otherwise pretty harmless!

a/n: parts for the maknae line will be out soon!

masterlist

JIN

You had spent weeks racking your brain for some sort of answer, for an explanation why you suddenly thought your friend and neighbor from down the hall was the only person for you. It had happened so quickly, you didn’t even realize. One night you’re watching a movie together, something you’ve done at least once a month, and the next thing you know your heart is racing at the idea of him being in the same room as you. You had no idea why you started to feel this way, but the instant you realized, you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly watching him, thinking of him, wondering what in the world you were gonna do.

You were currently on the phone with your best friend, complaining to her for the hundredth time about how rude it was that Jin thought it was perfectly normal to walk around the laundry room shirtless, “I mean come on f/n, he’s so hot it should be illegal. The man has the body of a god, and I as an innocent bystander should at least be given a warning before walking into it!”

“What do you mean ‘walked into it’?” she asked, amusement in her voice, and you groaned.

“I was doing laundry the other day, and I ran right into him as he was leaving the room, I dropped my clothes everywhere, and he totally saw my underwear and bras, but that’s not the point, the point is that he was shirtless, he was laughing at his clumsiness, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.”

It was at that moment that Jin had walked up to your door, preparing to ask you to borrow your hammer, when he heard your voice faintly through the wall.

“F/n, I don’t know what to do, I’ve literally never felt this way about someone before, and it’s not like I can even say anything, we barely know each other--yes I know we’ve hung out before, but everything feels different now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll probably pass out the next time I see him, and if he’s not wearing a shirt again, oh my fucking god, plan my funeral please.”

Jin laughed quietly, deciding he could ask for the hammer later, he had other plans to attend to, like making sure to ask you about this supposed incident the next time he was in the laundry room; shirt conveniently off for your viewing pleasure.

YOONGI

“Hey I have a question,” Yoongi mused, turning down the radio. You and Yoongi were on your way to a cabin up north, planning to meet some friends there for a fun weekend getaway. You’d been on the road for almost two hours now, and he had decided that it was time to break the silence that had settled between the two of you.

“Yeah what’s up?” you asked, closing your book, and setting it in your bag. You waited as he beat his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel.

“Who’s Voldemort?” you froze in your seat, and turned to him slowly, gauging his expression. How the hell did he know about that?

“Why do you ask?” you said slowly, thankful for your sunglasses that hid your panicked expression.

“When you asked me to grab your bag from your room, there was an envelope addressed to ‘Voldemort’sitting on it. Do you have a pen pal or something?”

No, no you did not have a pen pal. Stupidly, you had written your feelings to Yoongi out on paper, an ode to all the boys i’ve loved before. You  planned to store it away forever, never to be read again, in hopes of riding this stupid crush from your heart. All you wanted was peace, and the ability to hang with him without the looming cloud of love stalling over your head, but you must have forgotten to put it away before you left.

“Uh, no, no it’s not that,” you muttered, trying you best to sound nonchalant. “Just a letter I was writing to someone, probably won’t send it though.”

“Their name isn’t actually Voldemort, is it?”

You laughed, “No it’s not. It’s a pseudonym, my friends and I used it all the time to talk about boys we liked in middle school.”

Yoongi sat in silence for a second, and you hoped that that was the end of the conversation. “Do you like this Voldemort?”

You paled, and cleared your throat. “Uh, I don’t know, it’s complicated. I’m trying to get over them, so it’s probably best to not talk about it.”

Yoongi nodded, and didn’t say much for a while, and you assumed that was the end of it, thank god. The drive went on in silence, and you calmed down a bit, mentally cheering for evading a disastrous situation. You even talked with Yoongi about other topics like the weekends upcoming events, and how excited you were to try this new soju flavor. It was nice, peaceful, and definitely less stressful then the previous conversation. That was until you both started talking about college and first impressions. You had been explaining your thoughts on your other friends Namjoon and Lia when he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, “Didn’t you and Lia have nicknames for everyone?”

“Yeah, we made up nicknames for everyone based on Harry Potter characters...” you said, trailing off on the end as you connected the dots.

“Yeah!” Yoongi exclaimed, oblivious. “Like yours was Ginny, Joon’s was Lupin, mine was..” he paused, looking over at you suspiciously. “Mine was Voldemordt, right?”

You shook your head, “Noooo, yours was something else I think.”

“Hmm, no I’m pretty sure it was Voldemordt,” he said. “Cause you and Lia always joked about how I was pale just like him,” You didn’t say anything in response, instead finding the dirt under your nails way more interesting.

“Y/n...” he called, pulling you from your thoughts. You didn’t look at him, too embarrassed to talk about it. “Hey, it’s fine, seriously.”

“Ah, can we please not talk about it,” you whined, putting your head in your hands. This was so awkward. You had written a middle school crush letter to the man sitting right next to you, and you still had to spend the whole weekend and ride back with him, great.

“Okay,” he said simply, tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel again. “I guess I’ll just have to wait to read it.”

“Oh no way, you’re not reading it!” you yelled, facing him as adrenaline raced through your veins. “I’m burning it the second we get back.”

“But why? I wanna hear all the nice things you said about me, you never compliment me in person.”

“Shut up,” you said, a blush blossoming on your cheeks. He laughed, lightly swatting your knee.

“So mean,” he teased. He lifted his hand to pull your hand from your face. You looked up, surprised by his action. He was never one for skinship, especially with you. “You know I’m joking, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no, I do, no worries, it’s fine”

“Good,” he said simply, bringing his hand back down the arm rest, except he hadn’t let go of your hand, so yours followed suit, held in his grasp. You stared intently at your intertwined hands, and then looked at him, confused. He was staring straight ahead, but you could see the smile forming on his face, and the red hue on his cheeks as well. Looks like you weren’t the only one with a secret.

HOSEOK

Hey y/n! Do you have a copy of the notes from last class that I can borrow?

You smiled at your phone, Hoseok had definitely slept through class again this week, and as always, you were more than willing to share notes, any excuse to talk to him, right?

Yeah for sure! Give me one sec and I’ll send you a link to my notes

You had always preferred to take notes on your computer, you could type way faster than you could write, so in fast-paced lectures it just made sense. You found the document within a folder the two of you shared information. With Hoseok consistently sleeping through one class every other week, and you having such detailed notes, it made much more sense to just put all your notes in a folder he could access. You found the latest document with your notes, and quickly shared it with him.

Just sent it now, it’s in the folder with all the other ones in case you need them too! Let me know if you have any questions!

Sounds great, thank youuuuu!!!

You grinned at his response before going back to your studying. He usually had questions, so you were a little surprised when he never texted you back. You figured maybe he understood it better than you, and made a mental note to ask him some questions next time you saw him. You went about the rest of your day, finishing up your homework, getting your laundry washed and put away, and four hours later, still no word from Hoseok.

“So weird,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your keys. You had talked about meeting him for dinner tonight, so you wondered if he was still up for it.

Hey are you still up for dinner tonight? Hope studying is going well!

After 10 minutes, and no response, you grew worried and annoyed, so you decided to just walk over to his place yourself. The walk was short, you jammed the whole way, wondering what you’d get tonight, and hoping that your professor would put out grades soon. Walking into the dorm, you passed a number of doors before standing outside Hoseok’s.

You knocked three times, and waited patiently for him to answer. The door creaked open slowly, and you watched as his head appeared in the crack. He stared at you and said nothing.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, hey. I texted, but you didn’t answer, are you still down for dinner tonight?” He said nothing still, and you sighed. “It’s fine if you’re busy, I can go. Text me next time you’re free to hang.” You didn’t mean to sound annoyed, but you were hurt, confused why he was acting this way all of the sudden, especially with no explanation. Waving goodbye, you turned on your heel and walked down the hallway. You made it about three steps before he called out your name.

“Y/n, wait, I’m sorry.” turning around, confused, you saw him open the door. “Please come in.” He gave you a half smile, and you sighed, ignoring the smile that sat on your face as you entered his dorm. It was dark, his blinds were drawn, and it looked like a hurricane had come through here, which was odd since he was usually so clean.

“Hey what happened here? Everything okay?” you asked, worried, when you turned to face him he was standing by his desk, computer in hand.

“I--I, um, need you to read this,” he said, handing you his computer. You raised an eyebrow, and turned the computer around. As your eyes adjusted to the bright screen in the otherwise dark room, your heart dropped into your stomach.

It was about a week ago when you wrote a letter to Hoseok. It was 2 in the morning, you were so tired, but you couldn’t sleep, the whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind were too much to handle, so you wrote them all down. Wrote down everything you wanted to say, and closed your computer, never intending to read it again. What you had failed to notice that night was that you created the document inside a folder, the very folder you shared with the man in front of you. You had carelessly titled the document to hoseok so it’s no surprise that he clicked on it, he probably thought it was a funny message to him, but instead he got a look right inside your heart.

You looked up to see him already watching you closely. He looked pained, confused, and most of all angry. “Why would you say those things?”

“I, I, uh--” you paused, you knew at the time it was wrong to write them. He had a girlfriend, they’ve been together for almost a year, and they were so happy together, and you had no problem with that. You loved Julia, and had even introduced the two, but you also couldn’t help how you felt, you had no intention of him ever reading this, you felt awful. “I swear, I didn't realize this was in here, Hoseok I’m so sorry.”

“But you wrote it, and put it in this folder, you must have known I would have seen it at some point.” he protested, coming closer to you.

“I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose, I opened it in the wrong folder, I, oh my god, Hoseok I swear to god I never wanted you to read that.” you said, tears filling your eyes. You had jeopardized everything with your carelessness. He took the computer from your hands and set it on the desk. You couldn’t look him in the eyes as he sat next to you on his bed.

“I believe you,” he said quietly, and you nodded. “I’m sorry there’s not more I can say.”

You shook your head, “Why are you apologizing, it’s not your fault. I was the one who put it in the wrong folder. At least the worst part is over though,” you laughed weakly at the statement, the worst was far from over, but at least you could stop staying up at night wondering what he thought about you. “I’m sorry that you’re in such a weird position, I promise that I’m working on it, I’ve been trying to get over it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for what you feel, y/n.” he said, standing up in front of you. “This is nobody’s fault, let’s go get dinner and talk it out, yeah?”

You smiled at his attempt to smooth things over, you agreed, but a part of you wondered as you walked out the door how long it would last before you grew distant and never spoke again. For now, you’d cherish these last few memories with him, and always remember the times before it.

NAMJOON

“Just say it,”

“No!”

“Why not?!”

“Cause I already told you no!” you sighed in annoyance, flipping through another page in the magazine you were currently reading, or trying to read at least, until Namjoon showed up and rudely interrupted you.

“Come on, y’n, I need to practice!” you laughed at him, practice? What in the world was he thinking?

“You’re not seriously saying you want to practice this,” you said, setting down the magazine and facing him. He looked at you, and you realized he was serious. “Ugh, fine.”

He grinned, happy that he had finally convinced you to help him out. All of this started about a week ago when Namjoon caught wind that a girl in his bio class had a crush on him, the man absolutely lost it, so flustered and confused, he didn’t know what to do. You felt like you were watching a cheesy romantic comedy with the way he came to you, pacing back and forth in your living room. He was totally clueless, had no idea what to do, and came to you for help. You had been around the block a time or two when it came to dealing with situations like this, so it was no surprise that he wanted your expertise on how to politely reject someone.

It wasn’t that the girl in Namjoon’s bio class was awful or anything like that, it was the fact that Namjoon barely had time to live his own life, let alone make room for someone else. You were lucky if you spoke to him once a week, you practically had a heart attack when he showed up today. He explained to you the rumor he had heard, and how he had also heard that she was going to confess after their next class together. All of that combined was enough to stress the man into oblivion, so he desperately asked for your help.

“y/n thank you so much, I just don’t want to hurt her feelings, you know?”

“You’re literally the nicest person I know, there’s no way she would leave feeling anything but mildly sad, knowing you, you'd probably offer to pay for her bus fare home.” The look on his face had you laughing as it looked as though he was seriously considering it. “I’m kidding, Joon. Don’t do that.”

“What?” he said, “I definitely wasn’t gonna do that.”

You smirked at his obvious lie, “Whatever, let’s get this over with.” Taking a breath, you tried to get into character: a biology girl who likes Namjoon. “Hey Namjoon,” you said, trying to sound flirty and leaned casually on the side of the couch.

“Hey, y/n-”

“Don’t use my name,” you laughed, “use her name.”

“Oh okay,” he said, and he took a breath before looking into your eyes, “Hey, Emily. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about,” you said, getting up from the couch, and walking over to where he stood by the kitchen island.

“Oh what’s that?” he asked, moving away from you just a bit. Your act must have been spot on, you smirked.

“I have feelings for you, Joon.” you said, trying to sound nervous and excited, however the hell someone sounded when they admitted their feelings. You were never one to discuss such personal topics, probably the reason why you were single at 23, but whatever, you liked it that way. Poor Namjoon looked terrified, and you’d take being single over being the cause of a situation like this any day.

“Oh,” he said simply, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “I-oh, I’m sorry, y/n--Emily, I’m way too busy for a relationship right now, I’m sorry.”

You grinned at his attempt, it was weak, but you’d work on it. By the end of the night, he’d be confident and sound sure of his feelings, you could feel it. 

“Okay,” you said, patting his shoulder. “That was good, but next time sound more sure of yourself, your reasons are perfectly valid, and if she’s as nice as you say she is, I’m sure she’ll understand. Again.”

[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part Three

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, Morgan, various characters in other chapters

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos and implications

Chapter Summary: Reader has dinner with her family and gets grilled even harder than her food. But she’s turned to a light simmer when Bucky takes her out for their first date.

Author’s Note: This chapter is fucking monstrous lol. I did not expect it to be this long so it might be a couple extra days before the next chapter so I can catch up! I’m also not sure if my Italian is accurate so I apologize in advance. I used to work for a man named Gennaro from Naples and he called me “bella” so hopefully I’m sort of right? If you like the story so far, feel free to buy me a coffee!

Part One • Part Two

Tags: @kennedywxlsh

Dinner that night was tense, to say the least. It was nice to have your dad, step-mom, sister, and uncles Happy and Rhodey over again, but your dad wasn’t quick to forget what he saw earlier.

“What was that with Barnes today?” Tony asked as you all sat around the dining room table in your midtown flat, poking away at the remnants of your meals.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

Your dad just gave you an incredulous look. “You know what I mean.”

You sighed and avoided meeting his eyes. “I was just working on his arm, dad. I didn’t wanna make him lie down on a hard lab table while I poked around to do what you wanted and quiet his arm,” you explained.

“Wait, Barnes as in Bucky Barnes?” Uncle Rhodey clarified.

“Yeah,” your dad confirmed, not taking his eyes off of you. “I found her kneeling between his legs while he sat shirtless on the couch.”

“You’re sleeping with Bucky?!” Rhodey asked.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone!” you defended, dropping your fork onto your plate. “I’ve known him for a month.”

“That’s never stopped your father,” Pepper mumbled under her breath, making you huff out a laugh despite your current grilling.

“Listen, when I said ‘no fraternizing with coworkers,’ I meant it,” your dad said.

“Please stop saying ‘fraternizing.’ It’s weird.”

Tony sighed and crossed his arms. “No ‘slumber parties’ with coworkers,” he rephrased.

This made Morgan perk up in her seat, having spent the past couple minutes confusedly watching you and your dad bicker.

“Can we have a slumber party, [Y/N]?” she asked.

“Yes, honey, we can have a slumber party,” you responded.

“Tonight?” she continued.

At this, you pointedly looked at your dad and raised your eyebrows as a way of saying ‘are we done now?’ You could tell he didn’t want to end the conversation, but you were grateful for the sudden change of topic. Tony uncrossed his arms and leaned against the table as he replied to your sister.

“If your big sister says it’s okay, you can have a slumber party tonight.”

Morgan lit up like the Fourth of July, quickly listing off all the movies she wanted to watch even though you knew she’d fall asleep halfway through the first movie.

As your family packed up to leave, leaving Morgan since she had a drawer of clothes for the impromptu sleepovers you’ve had before, you calmed your racing heart before saying the words that would either make your father more suspicious or completely quash his suspicions.

“You’ll have to pick her up by four tomorrow. I have a date.”

All of the adults turned to face you. Pepper had a huge smile on her face, clearly excited for you, but your dad and Rhodey looked ready to fight. Happy looked curious, maybe even worried, but he played a big role in raising you so while Tony was the overprotective parent, Happy was the comforting parent (not that he’d ever let anyone know that).

“A date?” The tone of your dad’s voice made you roll your eyes at him.

“I’m a grown woman. I’m allowed to go on dates.”

Your dad let out a quiet harumph at that, but understood where you were coming from. “I know, sweetheart. Forgive me for being a bit overprotective of my little girl.”

“I get it. I appreciate your concern,” you said with a smile, “but this is good for me. You want grandkids eventually, right?”

“Oh god,” your dad groaned, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m not old enough to be a grandpa but I’m old enough to have a heart attack at the mention of it.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“So what’s this person’s name?” Pepper piped up. You visibly tensed and internally panicked. You couldn’t just admit it was Bucky after denying anything there. But his name was technically pretty common...

“His name is James.”

Rhodey snapped his fingers and pointed at you as he said, “I like him already.”

‘Yeah, sure you do,’ you thought. The sight of your dad narrowing his eyes at you and crossing his arms as he stood in the entryway of your apartment made you nervous. Maybe James wasn’t good enough to get him off your trail (probably because he was right).

“How did you meet this guy?” Tony asked.

If anyone else had asked, you would’ve said ‘work,’ but that’s the last place you could say to your dad — with whom you worked.

“Uhh, at the grocery store. We accidentally followed each other and got a lot of the same food so he jokingly accused me of stalking him and we just hit it off,” you rattled off. It’s a good thing he didn’t know how your friend Monique met her girlfriend or he’d know you were lying.

“That’s so cute,” Pepper cooed. She was definitely the more relaxed of your parents, possibly because she wasn’t your biological mom. She had been raising you since you were ten though, so she played a big part in your upbringing.

“Text me his last name so I can run a background check,” your dad said. You’d love to think he was joking, but you knew he was serious.

And as much as you knew you’d regret it, you had to make a joke…

“His last name is Barnes,” you said, keeping your face as serious as possible. “James Barnes. I actually know his middle name too: Buchanan.”

“[Y/N] [Y/M/N] [Y/L/N], you better be joking right now,” Tony said. He was already getting red in the face, clearly unenthused at the prospect of you dating the man who, admittedly, killed his parents — your grandparents. Yeah, understandable.

“I’m obviously kidding,” you said, forcing a laugh. “It’s just funny that they have the same first name and you’re so anti-Bucky.”

“You’re gonna send me to an early grave,” he muttered. “I’m going home before I actually have a heart attack.”

You said your goodbyes and ‘I love you’s before you and Morgan put on your pajamas and set up a pillow fort in the middle of your living room to watch her favorite sleepover movie: “Shrek.”

As the movie went on, you leaned back in the fort to take a photo of Morgan with the movie in the background. Well, the back of Morgan’s head as she was engrossed in the movie she’d seen a million times.

[Image attached] She’s got her teddy bear but where’s my Bucky Bear? 🥺

Across the city, Bucky’s phone buzzed from its spot on the kitchen counter as he made himself a late dinner. He didn’t recognize the number, but smiled when he saw the picture of who he assumed was your sister or niece.

I never got an invite. Looks like more fun than my night.

You smiled to yourself when you saw his reply, rolling your eyes at the lack of exclamation points and emojis. Typical man.

What does your night look like?

Eating a late dinner and talking to you.

Talking to me isn’t fun?! I’m hurt 😢

Not as fun as actually being with you.

Even though he wasn’t there and didn’t say it verbally, you could feel your cheeks get hot at his words.

There’s no way sweet talk like that didn’t get you in more than four beds.

You’re still on that? I swear doll, I have the same number as you.

Whatever you say! 🙄

There was a lull in conversation after that, giving you time to move your sister to lie on her back with pillows and blankets in the fort so she could sleep more comfortably.

Are we still going out tomorrow?

You let the next Shrek movie start automatically, but you didn’t pay any attention as you texted Bucky.

I’m still down if you are 👀

You sent him your address and let him know you’d wait on the front steps for him so he didn’t have to come all the way up. With the exchange of ‘good night’ messages, you drifted asleep to the sounds of Shrek 2.

•

The next morning, you somehow managed to wake up before your sister, then brought her back to the land of the living with the smell of French toast.

You spent your day watching another movie with Morgan before fixing lunch and taking her to a park down the road. Morgan’s childhood was definitely different from yours. Happy was the one who took you to parks and shopping, but Tony parented at home. Morgan would have the same early experiences, but the world knew Tony and Pepper had a daughter. They kept her identity hidden for now, waiting until she could decide if she wanted to reveal herself later in life. The world never knew about you.

And you had to be somewhat grateful for that. You still got all the perks of being a Stark — the money, the Tower, meeting the Avengers (and having James Rhodes as your godfather) — without the stress of fame. But part of you still wished you could talk about your father without keeping his occupation vague and referring to him as “Anthony” when telling stories instead of Tony.

Morgan also got to know her mom. You only spent the first seven years of your life with your mom before she was killed in a drive-by shooting. The police investigated it like crazy because everyone thought since it was Tony Stark’s wife, it had to be a targeted hit. But since she never took the same jogging route twice, all they came up with was an unplanned drive-by. You cherished the memories you had with her, but still openly welcomed Pepper when she came into the picture. She may not have played the same type of role in your life, but she helped shape your middle and high school years.

By the time you and Morgan got back to your place, she was exhausted, climbing back into the still-intact blanket fort to take a nap. When your dad and Pepper stopped by to pick her up, she was still knocked out.

“We’ll get out of your hair so you can get ready for your date,” your dad said with Morgan in his arms. “Send me this James guy’s last name. I still want to run a background check.”

“Dad,” you grumbled. “I already did my research. He’s clear.” Kind of. He technically has murdered hundreds of people, including your grandparents, but he’s reformed and fighting for the good guys now. Not that your dad would let it slide if you told him that.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. “Let me know if you need to hide any bodies, okay?”

“You got it,” you said with a laugh as they headed out. You had two hours to get ready for Bucky, giving you plenty of time to look extra cute.

By the time six rolled around, you were all dolled up and ready to go. The autumn weather had you in a jacket and boots, but that just pulled your outfit together.

Your doorman Matt was standing inside the lobby when you ran downstairs, tossing him a small wave as you left.

“Have a good night, Miss [Y/L/N],” he said with a nod.

“See you later, Matt!”

You stood at the bottom of your building’s front steps, checking your phone and looking up and down the block for Bucky. It was six on the dot, so you figured he’d be there soon.

“Hey!” You looked up from your phone to see Bucky jogging toward you, a black leather jacket covering his arms and a black glove hiding his left hand. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t get away from Sam. Had to tell him I was gonna check out my old stomping grounds in Brooklyn.”

“You’re, like, 30 seconds late. I’m just glad you’re here,” you said with a smile. “So what are we doing tonight?”

Bucky’s smile faltered as he looked down at you. Your boots gave you a bit of a height bump, but Bucky still stood taller than you.

“I, uh, I kinda thought you had something planned,” he said softly.

“Oh, oops,” you laughed. “Well… what about those Brooklyn stomping grounds of yours? Care to show me around?”

Bucky lit up at the recommendation and started leading the way to the nearest subway stop. Before you started down the stairs, he paused and turned to you with a sour expression.

“I probably should’ve asked if you’d rather get a cab,” he said.

“Bucky, I take the subway to work every day. It’s fine.”

“Why do you take the train? You don’t live too far away.” You two made your way down the steps to the bustling station.

“It’s just easier. Less work for me,” you explained. “I didn’t take the train much as a kid so I like taking the opportunity now that I can.”

“Most people don’t willingly take the subway,” he laughed. “Steve and I always used to talk about how we’d be rich enough to have a car someday. But now that I could get any car I wanted, I don’t think I want one. I like the subway.”

“Even though it’s smelly and dirty?” you joked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “It’s one of the things that still reminds me of home.”

The gentleness in his voice nearly brought you to tears. This man had been through so much and was still the sweetest soul you’d ever met. Forced into a war he didn’t want to join, experimented on, tortured and brainwashed, hunted by every government in the world, captured, frozen, and forced into another war and more battles he shouldn’t have to join. He just couldn’t catch a break.

“Well I’m excited to see what else reminds you of home,” you replied.

The trains to and through Brooklyn were relatively busy so you and Bucky couldn’t really talk much, but it was a Saturday night so you couldn’t blame people for getting out. It was tough to find seats, but Bucky was willing to stand to make sure you could have a seat. Ever the gentleman.

When you made it to Bucky’s Brooklyn stop of choice, he started telling you more stories from the ‘40s, like when Steve couldn’t get off the train in time and accidentally went down another stop so Bucky ran to the next stop and found Steve heading his way anyway. And how he and Steve followed his sister Rebecca on a date “to watch out for her,” he said, and her date thought they were stalking her and tried to beat them up. And all the fights he pulled Steve out of.

“Punk was a chihuahua who thought he was a Rottweiler.”

For a while, you two walked around the streets of Brooklyn just telling each other stories. You were careful about names you used, often just calling Happy “Uncle Harry” and Rhodey “Uncle James.”

Bucky showed you the movie theater he and Steve used to go to, which was surprisingly still in business. You walked past what used to be a diner Bucky frequented but was converted into a bridal shop.

“This used to be a magic store Steve loved,” he said, looking up at the bank on the corner of the street. “Things have changed a lot.”

You heard the nostalgia in his voice, clearly missing the New York he grew up to love. He had a soft smile on his lips as he reminisced, though.

“What about where you lived?” you asked. “Do you remember where that is?”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “I could never forget that.”

Everything was within a fifteen minute walk of where you got off the subway so even though your feet were getting tired, you followed alongside Bucky as he led the way up and down the streets. Before too long, you strode up to a large brick building that had clearly been remodeled recently, if the fresh windows and front doors were any indication.

“It’s… a lot nicer than when I lived here,” Bucky said with a sigh. “But it’s been nearly 100 years so I can’t blame them for updating things.”

“Brooklyn is kind of booming now, too,” you added. “More people to appeal to, ya know?”

You stared up at him again, seeing that same lost look as before, like he wished to turn back time and show you the Brooklyn he knew. So you decided since he couldn’t do that, you’d show him the Brooklyn you knew.

“Come here. My turn to show you around,” you said, holding your hand out to him. He gave you a small smile before grabbing your hand in his and letting you pull him back to the subway.

Ten minutes later, you hopped off the train with Bucky in tow and headed to the little Italian restaurant you found while exploring the city a couple years before. It wasn’t anything elaborate; it was honestly more of a little hole-in-the-wall, but you liked the quiet atmosphere.

“Bella!” the owner shouted as you walked in.

“Hey Genny,” you smiled at him.

“Who’s this?” he asked as he approached you, raising his eyebrows when he saw Bucky.

“This is James,” you said. You opted against using his more common nickname to avoid any recognition.

“James, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Gennaro, but you can call me Genny. Welcome to my restaurant.” The two men shook hands before Genny ushered you two to a table and handed you menus. “Would you like to start with focaccia?”

“Yes please!”

“Con formaggi?”

“Si! Grazie!”

Gennaro left you and Bucky while he started your appetizer.

“You speak Italian?” Bucky asked.

“Definitely not,” you laughed. “I’ve just been coming here for a while and have picked up on some things Genny says. Like ‘bella’ means ‘beautiful,’ this pizza,” you pointed to your favorite pizza on the menu, “‘cinque formaggi’ means ‘five cheese.’ But I could never hold a conversation.”

“Un peccato,” Bucky sighed before flashing a smile at you.

“You speak Italian?!” you nearly shrieked. “No way! Don’t talk shit with Gennaro behind my back.” You pouted at Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t say anything bad about you. Maybe an embarrassing moment or two — like your dad walking in on you between his knees — but nothing negative.

“I picked it up pretty quickly back in the day,” Bucky explained. “Before I was sent to Germany, I was stationed in a small town in Italy for a while. The locals didn’t mind having us there because we kept the Nazis out, so they taught us some Italian when we were in town.”

“Maybe I should take Gennaro up on his offer to learn Italian,” you mused.

“Or you could learn from me,” Bucky was quick to offer. “I’ll teach you some stuff when you’re working on my arm.”

Your server arrived with the focaccia and water for both of you, before giving you more time to actually look at the menus instead of talking. You decided to split a bottle of red wine and two pizzas, one of your choice and one of Bucky’s. As the night went on, you and Bucky both opened up to each other even more than before. You could easily blame the buzz from a couple glasses of wine, but Bucky’s super soldier serum made you confused. His cheeks were flushed and he had more than half the bottle, so you wondered if maybe...

“Can you still get drunk?”

“Unlike Steve, yes. It takes more than this,” he said, lifting the nearly empty bottle of wine, “but since Steve and I received different serums, they work a little differently. I can definitely get drunk. Marijuana admittedly hits harder.”

You paused as you stared back at him, his elbows perched on the table and his clasped hands propped under his chin.

“Are you drunk now?”

“No,” he laughed quietly. “A little tipsy, sure, but not drunk by a long shot.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, reluctantly accepting that he was just as buzzed as you but not quite drunk.

Before long, your server brought over your tab and you realized how empty the restaurant had gotten. Then you noticed the broom and mop the server had brought out to the floor, then the dark ‘open’ sign, and finally the clock on the wall.

“You closed 20 minutes ago and didn’t kick us out?” you shouted at Gennaro. “Genny, you can always kick me out! I feel bad!”

Gennaro walked over to your table as you scrambled for your wallet and handed the server your card to run.

“I can’t kick you out, bella. You and your moroso are welcome any time.”

“I think this poor girl would beg to differ,” you said as the server handed your card and signature slip back. She just laughed at your comment, agreeing without saying it outright.

You left a hefty tip and hugged Genny before you and Bucky, both still a bit tipsy, shuffled outside.

“Thanks for buying dinner,” Bucky said. “This means I get to pay next time, though.”

He said it so casually and you already planned on another date, but it still kind of caught you off guard.

“Next time?” You smiled up at him and took a step closer until you were almost toe-to-toe. “There’s gonna be a ‘next time’?”

“I sure hope there is,” he said quietly, his smirk sending a rush up your spine.

“If you insist,” you sighed. He knew better than to believe you weren’t excited for your future plans. “I’m cold. Care to get an Uber with me?”

He gently grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, pulling the loose opening of his jacket over your arms and wrapping his arms around you to help keep you warm.

“Well, yeah. I need to make sure you get home safe so ‘next time’ can happen,” Bucky said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“You know, I don’t usually let men spoon me on the first date,” you joked as you tapped away to order an Uber.

“I can stop, if you want,” he teased.

You gripped his arm as he started to pull away. “I never said that.”

Bucky rode back to your place with you, keeping conversation casual as you both avoided the controversy you were about to face: to kiss on the first date or not. You never really had any issues with it before, but you already really liked Bucky. You didn’t want to risk messing it up by moving too fast. But what grown man would think a kiss on a first date was too fast? Well… maybe one born in the early 1900s…

Before your thoughts could throw you into a downward spiral, the driver pulled up outside your apartment complex. Bucky stepped out first and held the door open for you to scoot out after him. As you stood at the bottom of the stairs to your building, you felt those nerves creeping up on you again. God, you hadn’t felt this nervous about a date since high school.

“I had fun tonight,” Bucky said first, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Me too,” you smiled back. “I’m excited for what you plan for next time.”

Bucky laughed at this, the crinkle of his nose making your own smile grow. God, you wanted to invite him inside already. In your defense, you’ve known him for a full month and spent even longer getting heart-eyes over him in college.

But you reined in your hormones and just took a step closer to him to rest your hands on his chest. His right hand came up to rest on your waist, but he kept the metal hand in his pocket. With your hand placement, you could feel the thrum of his heartbeat and judging by the pace, you knew you were both on the same page. As you were trying to shove your nerves aside, Bucky asked the one question you were hoping for.

“Can I kiss you?”

Knowing he wanted this as much as you did relieved some of your nerves, but also made the moment that much more real. You smiled up at him and nodded your head.

“Yes, please do.”

You perched up on your toes to meet him halfway, letting his lips mold to yours. His hold on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer; you gripped the lapel of his jacket in your fists. Suddenly the cold of the night no longer existed. All you could feel was the warmth radiating off of him as he held you close. He pulled back for a second before diving right back in, this time nipping at your bottom lip. You giggled against him, but didn’t stop him from taking the innocent kiss a step further. Your hands slid from his chest to the nape of his neck before tangling into his long hair. The vibration from his moan as you tugged on his hair ran straight down your spine, making it even harder to leave the date alone.

Reluctantly, you both pulled apart just enough for your noses to brush against each other, the stubble of his beard still tickling your nose. You opened your eyes enough to see the smile on his lips as he pulled back a bit more to see your face.

“I’ll see you Monday?” you said quietly, as if speaking any louder would break you two out of your bubble.

“See you Monday, [Y/N],” Bucky replied just as quietly. His hand slipped from your waist as you backed away, biting your lip at him before you turned and scurried up the steps. Bucky stood on the sidewalk until he could see the light in your apartment flick on, just to make sure you were safe.

[drabbles-mc]

Barging In

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Request by @irenne-stans​: this is just a short request but maybe a Juice Ortiz x reader The reader is Jax’s friend and walks into juices dorm room looking for Jax and is stunned to see Juice shirtless and she just backs away and yells at Jax for not mentioning how ripped Juice is (you can add to it to make it longer maybe they get together at the end idk ) ✨

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: In this house we love and respect Juan Carlos Ortiz! 🥺🥰❤ We love a flirty and nervous Juice. I got a little carried away with this one but I had a lot of fun writing it. Juice is hands-down my favorite character from SoA. Hope you enjoy! 😁

You had gotten a message from Jax, asking him to meet you at the clubhouse. Nothing urgent, but he just had something that he wanted to run by you. You strolled into the clubhouse, looking around for him but he was nowhere to be found. You sighed as you made your way over to the bar to ask where you could find him. If he had dipped even though he was the one who told you to show up, he was never going to hear the end of it from you.

“Hey, you know where Jax is?” you leaned onto the bar as you spoke to the prospect.

“I think he’s uh, back in his dorm,” he nodded to the hallway that led to the back of the clubhouse, “Last place I saw him, anyway.”

You smiled at him and nodded, “Thank you.”

You crossed the room and made your way into the hallway that led to all of the dorm rooms. You looked at each door carefully, trying your hardest to remember which room belonged to which man. It was hard to keep track of, especially since you never really had a reason to be back here to begin with. You sighed, hoping that you were guessing correctly.

You knocked lightly on the door. When you didn’t hear an answer, you assumed the room was empty so you slowly opened the door and peaked inside to see if it was even Jax’s room at all.

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor when Juice walked out of the bathroom, drying his face off. It was in that moment that you realized you had never really taken the time to truly look at him. The two of you saw each other at parties, and in passing if you stopped in to talk to Jax about anything, but you had never really had any one-on-one time with each other. Part of you was deeply regretting that at this point. You had never realized how he was in such incredible shape. He wasn’t even flexing but you could still see the definition in the muscles on his arms and through his shoulders. You were practically salivating over the way that his tattoos popped against his chest.

“Uh,” he held the towel up against his chest, “hey, Y/N. Can I…can I help you with something?”

You cleared your throat, shaking your head, “No, no. Fuck, sorry. I just, um, I was looking for Jax?”

He smiled, shifting his weight and you saw how his muscles flexed as he did, “Next door down.”

You nodded, “Got it. Thank you. I’m, um, you know, I’m sorry for barging in on you like this.”

He chuckled, trying to bite back a grin when he could see the embarrassment on your face. He could see the way you were trying not to stare and shrugged nonchalantly, “Least I had my jeans on.”

You didn’t want him to see your face get any darker than it was, so you turned and scampered out of the room without another word. You blew through the next door, not bothering to knock. You shut it behind you, trying to get all of your thoughts in order. Between seeing him with no shirt on, and then him putting the image in your head of him being completely naked, you felt like you needed someone to dump a bucket of cold water on you.

“You good?” Jax was smirking at you, seeing the flustered look on your face.

“I went into Juice’s dorm on accident because I thought it was yours,” you shook your head, “and I walked in on him half-naked.”

Jax laughed, sitting up on his bed, “Which half?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up. Also, why didn’t you ever mention to me that Juice is fucking ripped?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Never came up in conversation, I guess. I’ll try to keep you better informed on the physique of all the men in my club from here on out.”

You laughed, “Thank you, it’s very much appreciated. I expect a full report on everyone by the end of the week,” you sat down on the bed next to him, “Anyway, what’s up? What’d you need my opinion on besides Juice’s muscle mass?”

Jax shook his head, still processing everything that you had just said to him, “I…I don’t even remember now. You threw me off with this shit with Juice,” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but to laugh, “Ah, he’s distracting for you too, then?”

He shoved you, laughing as you almost toppled off the bed, “Not nearly as distracting as it is for you. I knew how ripped he is.”

You rolled your eyes, “And you held out on me. The nerve.”

--

The next night there was a party at the clubhouse and Jax had told you to stop in if you had the time. It wasn’t like there was a whole lot else to do in Charming, so it was basically a guarantee that you were going to show up.

You walked into the clubhouse and it took your mind and body a moment to adjust. You were hit with a wave of heat, music, and smoke. You made your way through the crowd so you could get a drink from the bar. The prospect was behind it, as usual. He gave you a sweet smile as he handed you a beer.

You turned around, looking around the clubhouse as you sipped on your beer. You smiled as Jax walked up to you, wrapping you in a hug, “Glad to see you could make it, darlin’.”

You laughed, “You say that like I’ve got better places to be.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “We’re just a last resort?”

You gave him a playful nudge, “I never said that.”

He smirked, “Mmhmm, sure.”

The two of you stood and talked with each other for a few minutes, content to just watch the party unfold in front of you. After a while the two of you made your way over to the pool table. There was a game in progress and you had decided to go over just to heckle, chuckling to yourself as you sipped on another drink. Jax called dibs on the next game, locking the two of you in once the table was free.

You didn’t notice that Juice had appeared next to you, and the sound of his voice made you tense up for a moment—you hadn’t spoken to him since you accidentally barged in on him. You had made sure to leave the clubhouse the previous day and not run into him, still feeling to embarrassed at how you had gawked at him.

“Hey, Y/N,” there was a smirk on his face that let you know that he was thinking about what had happened hardly twenty-four hours earlier.

You smiled, hating that you could already feel your cheeks turning red, “Hey, Juice.”

“You alright?” he was trying his hardest not to laugh.

You sighed but couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle, “Just fucking say it.”

“What?” he laughed.

“Whatever it is that you’re thinking!” you could only imagine how red your cheeks were.

“I would’ve come over earlier but I didn’t want you to be undressing me with your eyes,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he gently nudged your shoulder with his own.

You groaned, running your free hand over your face, “I’m so sorry about that. I know I probably seemed like such a perv.”

He smiled, shaking his head, “If you hadn’t been so embarrassed, I would have thought so,” he paused for a moment to let out a laugh, “You should get a handle on the staring thing though.”

“I was just caught off-guard,” all you could do was shake your head, “I was…pleasantly surprised.”

“Glad the surprise was at least pleasant,” he couldn’t stop smiling at you. He didn’t know if he should mention to you that through the grossly thin walls between the dorms, he had heard you talking to Jax. He opted to save that for later, if the time was right.

Once you had addressed the awkwardness of the situation, you were able to sort of move past it. It helped that he wasn’t going to make things weird. It seemed to be the kind of ice-breaker that the two of you needed, because that night was the most that you had ever really talked with Juice. The two of you had made small talk here and there but you found yourself roped into a real conversation with him for the first time and you were loving every second of it. You couldn’t remember the last time that someone made you laugh that hard. The two of you had drifted off into your own little world in the middle of the clubhouse—you didn’t even notice that you and Jax were supposed to be up for your game. He hadn’t tried that hard to get your attention once he saw you and Juice talking, and the way that you were looking at him.

“I’m gonna grab another beer,” Juice looked over at you, “Want another?”

You nodded, “Yea. I’ll come with you.”

He gestured for you to walk in front of him, “Lead the way.”

You smiled as you stepped in front of him and made your way towards the bar. You glanced back over your shoulder for a moment and saw that he was scanning you up and down. You laughed, shaking your head, “Better not be undressing me with your eyes, Juice.”

He laughed, trying to play it off but you could see the color rising in his cheeks, “At least I gave you something to work with.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing as you took a seat at the bar, “Yea, you’re so generous,” you paused and ran your hand down his bicep, fingers trailing lightly over the exposed skin of his forearm, “Play your cards right and I might give you something to work with too.”

His eyes grew wide for a moment. You smirked as you grabbed a fresh beer bottle for yourself, popping the top on the edge of the bar. You took a long drink from it, not breaking eye contact with him.

“You’re doing it, aren’t you?” he smiled as he got his own beer.

“Doing what?”

“You’re totally picturing yesterday,” he laughed as he leaned on the bar next to you, “and thinking to yourself that you’re still pissed at Jax.”

“Pissed at Jax?” you couldn’t hide the confusion on your face.

“Yea. For not telling you…how’d you put it? That I’m fucking ripped?”

You almost choked on your beer as you tried to fight the laughter that wanted to come out of you, “Those walls are way too fucking thin.”

He couldn’t have stopped smiling even if he wanted to, “Any time you want to be on my side of the thin walls, let me know.”

You bit your bottom lip for a moment, wanting to choose your response carefully, “How about I give you my number and if things go well then maybe I’ll go into your dorm with an actual invite next time?”

He excitedly pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it over to you so you could put your number in, “I like the sound of that.”

[honeypirate]

You’re Lucky

Soulmate AU where they share a birthmark that is in the same shape and place. 

Bokuto Koutarou x Fem!Reader

I’ve read through this a few times but I’m sure there are things I have missed while editing.

4k+ words

You stared at the mark in the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Steam filled the room from your particularly hot shower, your skin red and the mirror foggy except from the stripe down the middle you made with your hand which just had stripes of water beads on it. You sigh as you watch your reflection touch the owl shaped mark and trace it’s outlines. “A soulmate mark on my ribs, useless” you whisper as you leave your bathroom, steam shooting out the door when you open it. 

“Hey y/n!” Yukie says as you come into morning practice, you wave at her as you pick up your shoes from the door “sorry i'm late!” you say and make your way over to her around the boys practicing, sending a glance in Bokuto’s direction and blushing when you find him already looking at you. You wave with your fingers and he grins before waving back “Up front!” Akaashi else yells, successfully getting Bo’s attention. 

You were their third manager who was also a third year, you helped where you could but honestly you just loved volleyball. Your passion for the game was why the coach allowed another manager the same year as the other two when you joined your second year. The energy was intoxicating and you loved to watch the growth of the players. Plus it didn’t hurt that they were all so cute, especially Bokuto who has become your close friend. Your energies just matched perfectly and you always knew what to say to get him out of his depressive funks. 

You were talking to the other managers about the training camp coming up the following week while the boys were cleaning up, the whole time Bo was watching, fire in his eyes and excitement when he heard your words about being able to come to the camp too. “HEy! You're going to come to the summer training camp right?!” he shouts when you exit the gym and you giggle “of course Bo! It’s so intoxicating to see your energy playing! AH I mean all your guys energy.. Everyone's energy. It’s really fun is all I mean!”   this boy is so damn clueless it hurts but at the same time you were grateful he just kept on talking even after your rambling and flusters.

After practice and meetings you walk to the bus stop with Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha, Yukie, and Kaori. After a very animated conversation about which soulmate mark was superior, you all agreed that a name on the wrist is so much better than thoughts in your head and tied with thoughts being written on your arm because that could be entertaining. The one you had, an hidden mark, was 8 on the list, and no one asked to know what yours was so you never told them. From this conversation you realized that no one cares about Bo’s either. The rest of them have very obvious ones, a birthmark on the face, words on arms, ones that told you that you weren’t theirs so you never brought any attention to it. 

You’re on the bus sitting next to Yukie, with Bokuto and Akaashi behind you. You get a call from your mom and answer just in case it was an emergency  “hey darling!” he voice was so loud that Bokuto behind you could hear the conversation “my friend from work said her son has a rib birth mark!” Bo’s ears perked up at that. “She did? Did she say what shape it was in?” he hears you mom squeal “she said it was in the shape of a lion! That’s yours, right honey?” you pinch the bridge of your nose and Bokuto can feel the sadness creeping in until you say “No mom. Mine is shaped like an owl” Bokuto’s face turns red as he stares at the back of your head as you get up to get off the bus at your stop, waving at the guys and mouthing “see you tomorrow” behind you as you continue your phone call. 

An owl. Your soulmate had a matching rib mark that looks like an owl. He knows exactly who your soulmate is because that mark is very familiar to him,  he’s been looking at the same mark every time he’s shirtless. 

After that he talked to Akaashi about it and they came up with an idea to breach the subject without it being weird like he was creepily listening to your phone call. Since you were all going to the training camp in a few days he’ll just take off his shirt while you’re around, during a game he’ll pretend he’s too hot, then you’ll know too and he won’t be creepy. Perfect. Perfect except now he doesn’t know how to be around you, he already wants to run to you, hold you and never let you go. Now he has to keep this secret. He had Akaashi promise to keep him on track with the plan. 

The next day was Friday and then the summer training camp on Monday. You showed up to practice in the morning and the moment you walk through the door Bokuto is right by you “good morning y/n!” He practically sings and you laugh “good morning Bo!” You say and pat his shoulder, he has way more energy than you have ever seen this early. He was smiling at you with a glint in his eye like he knew something you didn’t, which he did and he was dying to yell it from the rooftops but Akaashi comes up to him and drags him away whispering something you couldn’t hear. 

All practice his eyes were on you, a smile on his lips, every time you would make eye contact he would beam at you so brightly your heart would skip as you smiled back and waved. The other managers asked if something was up but you just shrugged “there’s always something up with Bo. I just go with the flow” 

At the end of practice the coach announced that because there is the training camp you could have the weekend off, you were so excited to be able to sleep in for once. “Hey do you wanna hang out tomorrow since we have the day free?” Bo whispers from behind you and Akaashi smacks his arm “hush it’ll be fine” Bo says to him and he rolls his eyes. You laugh “of course Bo! Wanna get lunch?” He nods enthusiastically and you chuckle “come over to my house at noon and we can go to that place you keep talking about” he beams “the new noodles place?! YES!” He shouts and the Coach glares at him, making you and him chuckle as you turn your attention back to the meeting. 

The next morning you wake up naturally without an alarm which is something you haven’t done since you started school. You stretch out your arms and smile as you reach for your phone, opening it you see a few texts from Bo, opening them you start to chuckle. “Good morning beautiful!” Your heart flutters as you read the word beautiful, then you notice the time stamp of 7 am. He was up for two hours already. The following text said NOODLES!!!! In all caps and with four exclamations, you could feel his excitement through the letters. The last text that was received just thirty minutes ago said “wake up please I miss you!” Your heart skips again, he was always saying exactly what he meant and you loved it, but you knew it couldn’t be like this forever, he most likely had his own soulmate out there and when he finds them he won’t be like this anymore. You text him “good morning Bo! If you want to come over early feel free! I’m going to make some breakfast!” His text back is immediate “oh thank god! I’m already here” you laugh as you hear the doorbell and throw off your covers, excitedly running down to answer it. 

“Bo bo bo b-bo-ku-to “ you sang as you made your way to the front door, you open it and grin up at the grey haired boy, before you could say anything he’s pulled you into a hug, his arms under yours and wrapped around your waist, his head buried into your neck. Your heart rate skips and your stomach flops like crazy, this was so much more intimate than any hug you’ve ever shared with him “H-hello Bokuto!” you say and he chuckles, his breath hitting your neck and giving you goosebumps “hello Y/N!” he basically whispers into your ear. You feel your face warm and you quickly pull yourself from his grasp, hiding your face as you turn to quickly walk into the kitchen “What do you feel like eating? I think we have ingredients for almost anything ha ha “ you say awkwardly as you retreat away from him, trying to calm your heart rate and breathing

After breakfast you head up to your room to get ready, it wasn’t new to have him hang out while you do your makeup, you would get dressed in the bathroom and then sit in front of the mirror on the floor while he connected to your speakers and played music or read a book you had on your bedside table. What made it different this time was the way he was watching you from his spot laying on your bed, a small smile on his lips as he played music and watched as you expertly lined your eyes, admiring how effortless you made it look. You feel his eyes on you and you quickly swipe blush across your cheeks and nose so it wasn’t obvious that you were blushing before making eye contact with him in your mirror, he winks with a grin and you chuckle and stick your tongue out at him. 

“Noodles noodles noodles tasty tasty noodles” you were singing under your breath as you walked down the street to the restaurant, Bokuto was watching you from the corner of his eye, a smile on his lips from how adorable you are. He always thought you were special, always jealous of who your soulmate would turn out to be, had a crush on you since the very first day he met you when he yelled his signature heys and you returned them to him with the same energy. He adored you and he never would have admitted how hard he fell for you if he didnt know  he was your soulmate. 

“This was an amazing idea Bokuto!” you said as you take your first bite, he chuckles and nods enthusiastically, swallowing before saying “we are definitely becoming regulars here” you nod “oh yeah!” when you finished eating you just pushed your bowls aside and talked, talked about loads of things you never have before. Your families, your future plans, your favorite sleeping position. Just anything that came up, never running out of subjects. “Ice cream?” he asks and you nod “you are brilliant Bo this is why we are friends!” he laughs, his cheeks flushing as he stands quickly and takes your hand, pulling you up and not letting your hand go even as he starts walking. 

After a few blocks, your conversion still flowing even as you focus on on the fact that his strong large hand was still holding yours in his, fingers laced together. “Hey Bokuto” you say as you get to the ice cream truck “yeah whats up? Do you want to share? I wouldn't mind it but feel free to get whatever you want, my treat” you chuckle “thanks bo, I will keep that in mind but uh.. I was wondering if you meant to be holding my hand still” his face flushes and he looks down at your hands together, to be honest he didn't do it on purpose, it just felt right and he didn't want to let go of your hand. 

“I can let go if you want” he says, trying to fight the feeling of sadness he can feel coming on, he couldn't get sad at this because you wouldnt understand that he was sad that his soulmate didn't want to hold his hand. He wanted to stick to the plan he made with Akaashi. You chuckle softly and squeeze his hand “i'd rather you didn’t, actually” you say, stomach flipping as he beams at you after you say that, you squeeze his hand and he feels his heart rate skip. 

You eat your ice cream as you walk around the city, your hands stay laced together, if you let go for any reason, you reach out for each other the moment you can hold hands again. Both drawn together. When the sun goes down you shiver, instinctually moving closer to him as you walked through the park “are you cold? Do you want my hoodie?” you shake your head “it’s okay, i'll be fine until we make it back to my house” he drops your hand and grabs his hood, pulling it from his body swiftly and then handing it to you, the look in his eyes saying”no, i will absolutely not be taking no as an answer” you chuckle and put it on, saying thanks from beneath the fabric as you slide your arms and head through the holes. You push the hood from your face and bury your face in the comfort of the neck, “you always smell so good Bokuto” his face blushes and he scratches his neck, reaching out for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “K-koutarou, you can call me Kou” he says and you smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “Then you can call me y/f/n as well. Do you wanna watch a movie in my room?” he nods “yes please! Wanna watch Ant Man? It’s so funny!” you laugh “of course! Then we might as well watch both, and if we’re going to do that then we should watch every marvel movie that has Ant Man in it!” he starts to jump on his toes “hey hey hey! We must be cut from the same cloth! You are a woman after my own heart!” you chuckle, trying to hide how flustered you feel, at some point this relationship will end when you both meet your soulmates, didn’t mean you couldn't have this one day though “makes sense that we get along then!”  you say and he nods “yes, it really does” he says wistfully, like he was thinking of something he was longing for.

You watch Ant Man, then make some popcorn and watch Ant Man and the Wasp, then you watch Civil War, but before Ant Man even makes an appearance in that one you are falling asleep on his shoulder, hand still in his and your breath hitting his neck as you listen to the actors talk, your ears coming in and out of the sound as you fall deeper, your body pulsing with drowsiness and the last thing you remember is his soft chuckle and kiss to the side of your head. 

Your alarm wakes you up at 6 and you groan “turn it off turn it off turn it off” a sleepy voice says besides you and you nod with your eyes closed before reaching over and hitting the button “sorry” you whisper, still half asleep as you roll over, burying your face into Bokuto’s chest and drifting back to sleep in the warmth of him. 

When you wake up again he’s running his fingers across the back of your neck and arm, you are pressed into his chest and when you open your eyes you are greeted by his smiling face. Your cheeks flush bright red and you quickly roll off him and sit up “what happened?” you ask and he laughs  “you fell asleep and I tried to leave after the movie but you had a death grip on my shirt and hand, i didn't want to wake you because you looked so cute” he laughs and you force a laugh out, feeling so awkward by the fact that it felt so good to be with him, and your cheeks flushing even darker at him calling you cute. “What time is it?” you ask and he sits up “uhh it’s 11:43” you laugh and feel a little of your awkward feelings disperse “i slept so good” he chuckles and stands, stretching his arms above his head and you pause, staring at the skin of his back that showed, toned muscles and dimples above his shorts waistband. “me too actually. I heard your parents leave for work so good thing we won't be getting in trouble today” he turns around, sending you a knowing look for catching you ogle him and you roll your eyes making him laugh. 

You hide in the bathroom as you pull yourself together, this isn’t the first time he’s slept over but usually he sleeps on the floor from crashing out after a sugar high and movie marathons. Not cuddling you. Not making your goddamn heart beat out of your chest. Jeez what are you going to do? If this keeps up you don’t think you can continue being his friend, if you fall for him and he finds his soulmate it’ll rip your heart out. And if you find yours first you don’t want to hurt him. You’ll have to just keep your distance. You wash your face and brush your teeth and then exit the bathroom, your mood bland as you head back to talk to Bokuto. 

“Hey Kou” his face brightens as you walk back in the room and you look down at the floor, your heart tensing and your stomach heavy like a brick as you finish your sentence  “I uh I have to do some things today alone so uh I don’t think we can hang out too much today” the mood in the room shifts as he gets sad “ah that’s okay y/n. Don’t worry about it.” He clears his throat and comes over to you “see you tomorrow yeah? Yay training camp!” He fakes being happy but you see right through it, he feels like you do, sad to be without him and sad at your obvious terrible lie. He wraps his arms around you and you decide to make it a good one, a good last hug. You wrap your arms tight around his neck and press your face into his chest as he holds you tight. 

You make it to the bus in the morning early and alone, usually you would have walked with Bokuto but today you sent him a lousy excuse as to why you wanted to walk alone. You sit in the middle row by Yukie, pulling up your hood over your face and putting in headphones so you could pretend to sleep and not have to talk to anyone, successfully ignoring Bokuto and putting a little more distance between you both. 

“I don’t know what’s going on” Bokuto said to Akaashi as they were putting their stuff in their room for the week “we hung out Saturday and it was amazing and now she’s avoiding me and lying and it’s so obvious and sad because she doesn’t look in my eyes” Akaashi shakes his head “Bokuto just ask her” his eyes brighten at the idea and he takes off running through the door and out towards where he knew the girls room was. 

“Hey guys!” He was breathing heavy and smiling as he appeared in your doorway, your back to him facing Yukie, you didn’t turn around or say anything you just retreated into yourself more. “Hey Bokuto what’s up?” Yukie says and chuckles “can I speak with y/n alone for a moment?” He says and the other girls nod and stand to leave. You feel your heart drop and your stomach rises to your throat. 

You stand up and turn when Yukie leaves, closing the door behind her. You don't say anything, you just nervously play with your fingers as you look at the ground instead of at him. “Why are you avoiding me?” he asks, straight to the point. You clear your throat “Bokuto I.. . I don’t want to catch more feelings for you because I know when we find our soulmates it will be hard to let you go. So i think it will be best for us to spend time apart” the gears turn in his head, his heart hurt at you calling him Bokuto again but he’s happy too. You are distancing yourself because you have feelings for him already. Little did you know you were soulmates. He pulls you into a hug and sighs into your hair “as you wish” he whispers and then kisses the top of your head before quickly leaving your room without another word. 

Bokuto realized he had to do it today, he couldn't wait any longer, he would wait until a few games go by then during lunch he would take off his shirt around you and you would know. Easy peasy. The first game goes by, then the second, you leave during the third for a managers meeting and to help make lunch and then finally, finally the third game is over and it’s time for lunch. 

He whips off his shirt and colored vest and pants as he catches his breath, placing them over his neck as he places his hands on his knees as he breathes. You bring him over his water bottle “thank you Y/N” he winks and you blush and look away. He brings the bottle to his lips, exposing his birthmark as he drains it. You go to walk away from him but the mark catches your eye. You freeze and he notices, a smirk on his lips as he watches you. “Yo-your soulmate mark, is an owl?” you ask, your voice quiet and he nods “sure is! Do you like it?” he asks and runs his fingers across the mark. You clear your throat “uh.. Uh yeah. It’s cute. Real cool Kou” you are in mid panic, you just told him to stay away from you and now you think he’s your soulmate. How are you supposed to tell him now?! “Yn..?” he asks and before he can reach for you, you have turned to walk away fast “sorry Koutarou i gotta..” you don't finish your sentence you just run. 

You run down the hallway to the very end and stop, the doors in front of you locked or you would have gone father. You place your palms against the door and lean down, trying to steady your breathing, and then whip up to look behind you as you hear feet running up. He has his hands outstretched, a look of concern on his face “what’s wrong?” he asks and you feel yourself start to hyperventilate “I.. I “ you can’t speak as you look into his eyes, your breaths uneven and panick. he comes up to you, taking your hand and placing it on his chest “hey hey hey, it’s okay. Breathe with me” you nod as overwhelmed tears fall from the corner of your eyes, his other free hand runs through your hair slowly, your other hand going up to rest beside your other as you look deep into his golden eyes. After a few minutes your breathing has matched with his, he reaches up and wipes away the stray tears on your cheeks “I’m sorry Kou I just got really overwhelmed. I just told you I wanted space but now you’re my soulmate. I didn’t know what to do” his cheeks flush “It’s okay love, I’m here with you” your eyes widen a little “did you know?” you whisper and he blushes and looks down sheepishly “I eavesdropped on your conversation with your mom on friday. I didn’t know how to bring it up so i thought i would wait until i could show you” you slap his shoulder “Koutarou! You should have told me immediately. God we could have had such an amazing weekend! But no! You let me kick you out!” he chuckles and falls to a knee “i’m sorry darling! Please forgive me” he kisses your knuckles and you blush “you’re lucky you’re cute” you say and he stands, pulling you into a hug as he laughs “I’m lucky you’re mine” you lean back and cup his cheek “you got that right” you grin before he dips down,  pressing his lips to yours. 

[alreadyblondenow]

What happens in Korea, not stays in Korea

dj!Johnny x reader // SMUT, FLUFF,  virgin!reader Summary: A week vacation in Korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. Johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. Not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.  Word count: 5k Warnings: Virginity loss, swearing, explicit mature themes, unprotected sex Note: don’t lose your virginity to a stranger, please. Also don’t go on random dates with strangers, this is a fic. 

The flight to Korea from your country was comfortable but tiring. From a long flight you went straight to your hotel that’s going to be your home for a week and then out again to go find the restaurant where your sister and her friends are. Exhausted as you get lost to a place that’s unfamiliar to you and feeling a little bit dizzy as you ask strangers for directions and search for the place.

“Sorry, I’m late. I got lost” letting out a big sigh and frown as your sister and her friends welcome you to dinner. Happy that you arrived in one piece, you went around to say ‘hi’ and ask everyone around how they’ve been, greeting everyone with a smile.

Nothing special happened during the dinner, everyone was laughing at your jokes and stories about your sister. Begging you to tell them more, “Oh you guys want more? Okay,” you clear your throat as you tell another funny story to playfully embarrass your sister, but make her happy at the same time.

As you continue to be the life of a normal dinner, a pair of eyes has been watching everything you do since you stepped foot in the room and made the place a little more lighter. Johnny Seo, a famous DJ in Korea is growing a little crush on you while you make everyone laugh. Watching you as your eyes disappear from too much smiling and laughing.

Before Johnny left with his friends, he made a bold move that will either get him in trouble or you will take his nice offer.

“Oh, I didn’t order this maybe-“ the waiter cut you off, and told you it’s from someone who told them to give it to you specifically. The dessert goes with a note that says,

Can I take you for a cup of coffee? I’m going to wait outside. -Johnny  

It’s scary to take this kind of offer in a country you barely know, of course you will refuse. But being rude isn’t your style, you still want to thank him for the delicious dessert and you think a simple ‘thank you’ would suffice.

After eating the dessert, you told everyone you’re already tired and you still have stuff to unpack and it’s a good thing they let you go. You kiss your sister goodbye and hugged her fiancé, “I’ll see you both at your wedding.”

When you got out from the restaurant, you saw a fine man leaning on a lamppost with his both hands inside his coat pockets. Obviously he’s freezing to death. Then you remembered, “Oh shi- are you Johnny? Oh my, you’re freezing. I thought maybe you left already-“ the man was smiling at you weakly because he’s freezing, you feel bad about rejecting him when he really kept his word.

“Hi, I’m Johnny” he offered his hand for you to shake.

“Y/n- I’m Y/n, are you okay? I think for someone living in Korea, you dress so thin” you said with an awkward smile as you continue to shake his hand. Johnny didn’t want to let go of your hand because it’s warm, but he has to.

“Oh don’t worry about me. So, are you good for coffee?” he smiles at you brightly and shivering as he waits for your answer. To be honest you’re still full and you want to walk around. If he refuses to show you around until you reach your hotel, you will leave him. Besides, you don’t want to be lost on your way back to your hotel. You thought maybe he can help you with directions.  

“If you can help me find my way back to my hotel on foot, I will invite you to my suite and make you a cup of coffee myself”

Without hesitation, he said “deal. You sure know how to negotiate.”

The walk back to your hotel was not awkward at all as you expect it to be. Surprisingly Johnny can converse easily without sounding like a total creep and a stalker. He taught you easy ways to walk around Seoul, basic Korean words that you can use over your week stay, told you what to do and what no to do while you’re in Korea for a vacation.

It’s weird how he doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore but rather a new gained friend. During the walk he told you that he grew up in Chicago and made a living here in Korea, “I’m a DJ here, If- if you’re wondering what I do.” he pointed a few clubs where he DJs and you think it’s cool how his work is not boring and that clubs pay him millions of won.

On the other hand, Johnny love how you are not creeped out anymore. Keeping the conversation going was not hard because you’re easy to talk to and you can turn any topic into an interesting matter. He secretly admires your eyes whenever it disappears every time you smile or laugh that’s why he keeps on making you laugh. Hoping your stomach won’t hurt from too much laughing.

When you both arrived at your suite, you don’t know what happened but Johnny became ten times hotter when he removes his coat. Wearing a pink buttoned down shirt and a dark denim jeans matched with a comfortable leather boots. All you can say is, “Nice watch” out of all the nice things you’ve already noticed about him, that’s the best you got.

You head over to the kitchen and bring out your favorite coffee. Putting the coffee bag on the kitchen counter as you get two mugs and your french press coffee maker, heat up some water and hand him a bag of your favorite cookies.

“Ooh I have one of these” amazed that you’re a coffee lover like himself, you now have something new to talk about. Turns out you’re both obsessed with coffee beans. Johnny became even more interested and fascinated in you.

“My dad knew I liked beans...so like he was just playing with beans... ” and you laughed at his made up story on how his dad invented coffee for him.

Using the french press coffee maker in front of him, weirdly turned him on. There’s something with the way you slowly press on the plunger all the way down to the lid that made his cock twitch and hips jolt. Thankful that he has the table to cover what’s happening inside his pants, he focused on other things to stop his cock from getting hard. While he was watching you make him a mean cup of coffee, you noticed he was moving from his seat too much.

The talk over coffee was a bit more personal than the talk you’ve had with him while walking. Family, career, friends, and even your sex life. Something you don’t usually talk about to someone you just met but again, Johnny is a new friend.

“She broke up with me just after we had sex and it was the worst feeling ever!” he was telling you how his recent ex broke up with him and the story made you burst into laughter. “And the sex wasn’t that even good” you lost it when he added that part.

In the middle of laughing your lungs out, he looked at you and asked you about your recent ex. He was waiting for your answer nervously when you stopped laughing and took a sip from your coffee. “I’ve only had one ex, and he broke up with me over a text” he made a disgusted face, pretending that he’s going to puke and you think he’s adorable.

“At least tell me the sex was good” he pout in front of you.

“I’m a vir…gin” hesitating to tell him that part about you because for sure it will make the atmosphere awkward for the first time tonight.

You’re right. Both of you went silent after you told him that you’re a virgin and you swear you felt the sexual tension build up. With shaking hands, you offered him more coffee pouring on his empty cup when the lid accidentally opened you carelessly poured a decent amount on his clothes.

“Oh that’s hot!”

“Fuck- I’m sorry. Shit, wait I’ll get you some dry towel” you panic as you head towards the bathroom and look for any available towel that you could offer to him. Worried that maybe he got annoyed or mad because of what happened and now you’re hating yourself even more. Preparing yourself to end the friendship and bond you just built with Johnny.  

As you went back to the kitchen still panicking, you found Johnny shirtless. His perfect body exposed right in front of your eyes, using his ruined shirt to wipe on the damped area of his jeans. Suddenly you feel warm and it’s spreading all over your body, making your legs weak. Johnny’s body is such an eye candy for you and you needed to stop yourself from staring because he already caught you looking at his body.  

You gather all your strength as you face him and give the clean towel, smiling at you as he takes it. “I know you feel bad, but seriously it’s fine. I’ll go home wearing my coat and I’ll take a cab” you hear him apologise even though he did nothing wrong.

Johnny helped you clean up the mess and helped you around the kitchen, telling you over and over that’s it’s fine and you don’t need to beat yourself up because of it. “At least let me put some ice on it, I’m sure it’s stinging” he didn’t have any other choice because you were calling room service and asking for some ice before he can refuse.

“Ouch” Johnny pretends to hiss so he could see you worry more and admire how you’re really concerned about him. Sitting down on the couch and trying not to laugh whenever the ice tickles him. Bitting his tongue whenever your cold fingertips touches his skin which turns him on so much.

“I just ruined a great night” you said as you steadily put the ice bag where he told you to. Pouting in front of him and avoiding his eyes.

Feeling sorry that you’re blaming yourself, Johnny was thinking of a way to turn the situation around into something more fun. “Want me to prove that I’m fine?” he said as he gives you that handsome smile as if nothing hurts. You gave him a look and continued holding the ice bag.  

Hesitating but he can’t wait any longer, it’s not his intention to be this bold and confident on the first night. Proving that he’s okay and actually… more than okay, he place his right hand on top of yours. Putting the ice bag away from his skin, motioning you to sit on his lap and you have no idea why you’re following.

Theres that warm feeling again that’s creeping around your body and now that you’re sitting on his lap, that warm feeling came with a tingle that goes straight to your pussy. Leaning closer and closer to you, It’s obvious that he’s stopping himself from kissing you. Instead of kissing you already he cups your left cheek with one hand and admires your features closely. Hot breath touching your face and you swear you can hear your heartbeat.

“Are you just gonna stare at me?” frustrated that he haven’t kissed you yet, the question was more of an invitation and you can only hope he gets it.

“You have no idea what I want to do with you” now you’re forehead to forehead, feeling the tension rise more. Maybe he’s stopping himself because he found out that you’re still a virgin.

But he kissed you.

He kissed you sweetly and gently, making you feel safe as he cage you down on the couch. Arms swing around his neck, feeling his soft hair around your fingers. Arms traveling down to his broad shoulders and unconsciously caressing his chest and toned abs as you focus on what’s happening between your lips.

“What?” feeling shy and definitely aroused, you asked why did he stopped.

“Do we want the same thing? Because if you want to talk first, we can” it surprised you how he’s still such a gentleman even though he’s literally in between your legs already and kissing you like you’ve know each other for years.

“Yes, Johnny. We want the same thing. Now put your lips back on my lips”

Without any other word, he shook his head  on disbelief and kissed you again passionately. Carrying you effortlessly to the bedroom and placing you in the middle of the king sized bed. Helping each other remove your clothes quickly as possible as you’re both excited to touch lips again.

Laying comfortably in bed with a naked Johnny in between your legs keeping you close to him and kissing you nonstop. His big hands grips both of your boobs pinching, sucking and licking your nipples in the most lustful way. “Let’s not skip foreplay” kissing your body and spreading spit all over your neck because of his open mouth kisses.

Kissing you down slowly from your neck, “that tickles” you both giggled but he continued again immediately. As he kiss the valley between your boobs you tried telling him with clear words, “Im very ticklish on the stomach part, I beg you. Please skip it”

“Okay, I will” Johnny, a man of his word proceeds directly to your pussy.

“Fuck! I did not see that coming” struggling to be vocal, your moans and groans made their way out of from your mouth making Johnny grin while he licks your pussy good. Reaching for your hands and not letting go them as he lets you grip it whenever you need something to hold on to.

The sensation that Johnny is giving not only made you grip both of his hands, but it makes your legs open wider for him. Rolling your hips as you catch every lick that his tongue gives and put you on edge. Trying to keep it down as you stop yourself from being too loud while you enjoy your first orgasm.

“That good?” He teased you as he meets your eyes again waiting for you to come down from your high. While caressing your thighs as he kisses you, he felt your hips ask for him already. “Okay, chill” it made him chuckle a little as he understood what your hips were saying.

Finally he goes on top of you, asking you to spread your legs so he could line his cock already. The thought of losing your virginity does not scare you at all or make you nervous. Fuck, you’ve been waiting for this to happen but no one is man enough like Johnny to take it. Honestly, you’re happy that Johnny is going to be your first fuck. Who wouldn’t?

Slowly pushing in with a little bit of force, with delicious moans and airy tone you said “fuck it feels good” you can feel how his cock is stretching your hole and how it’s slowly coming inside you. Johnny hums in approval still pushing in with enough amount of effort, careful not to hurt you. Once he’s fully inside, the stretch is bearable because you really want to have sex. But fuck, does it hurt!

Johnny knew that it hurt because your face tells him so but your moans tells him a different story. You contort your face because of the pain but theres still a weak but beautiful smile to take away his worries. Bringing both of your hands on top of your head just how he likes it. Feeding his eyes with a view of your naked body beneath him smiling from time to time whenever you praise him.

“This is the best part”

He rolls his hips and it gave you a feeling that you can’t explain but you both groaned together with just one move. Rolling his hips again and again and again, fucking you like how you deserve. With slow and steady pace, you both enjoy the feeling that you give each other.

Give and take. That’s the perfect description of what having sex with Johnny feels like. Brushing your thumb on his nipples as you watch him be sensitive above you, he smiled at you in acknowledgement to don’t stop what you’re doing. Putting his thumb inside your mouth as he cups your face and look at you deep in your eyes, in return for the nice feeling of your thumb that brushes on his skin.

Leaning closer to you, chest to chest so he could tastes your lips again and keep you close as he feel your body shiver from the way he fucks you with a steady pace. You on the other hand, made sure to tell him that everything he does with your body is perfect. Letting him swallow your moans as your lips never rest from kissing. Catching his lustful thrusts, telling him to go “harder.”

With wide eyes and strong hips that continue to thrust inside you, pulling away from the kiss for a moment and said, “May I remind you that you were a virgin, just a few minutes ago” smacking your right ass cheek to let you know what you’re asking for. It startled him more when you said, “Do that again” in the most innocent way that turned him on.

Unconsciously his thrusts became piercing and hard, making you gasp sharp and lose your mind completely. You feel like after a few more piercing thrusts from Johnny, you will fall from the bed and will completely humiliate yourself.  “I got you” he said, as if he can hear your thoughts.

Trying to closing your legs as you finally reach your sweet climax, he pull away as he watch you beneath him moan his name and shiver like crazy. Choking your neck slightly with bare hands as you grip his arm but not to push him away, but to caress it and hold on tight to it. He got the message that you’re telling him ‘it feels good.’

He chase his own sweet release watching you cum while he controls your breathing. Pulling out his cock and pump it in front of you and release hot spurts of his thick cum on your stomach. You on the other hand, wants to curl your body and shiver all you want as you ride your high. Closing your eyes shut as you close your legs and feel Johnny’s hands caress your sides, hearing him breath heavily as he waits for you to calm down.

When you open your eyes, you see him kneeling in front of your closed legs with a soft cock, his hands on your knee, eyes half lidded but still full of lust. He didn’t removed his expensive watch you noticed, “even after you just fucked me senseless I still notice that nice watch on your wrist”

Leaning again to ask for a kiss, he’s totally head over heels. “Can I have a kiss?” Johnny cupped your face and you gave his sweet request. Not giving him one but two, or maybe twenty. “I’ll clean you up” he said, and you watched him walk away from the bed and towards the bathroom. Seeing his flawless butt, thick thighs and sexy back muscles was your last memory of your first night in Korea.

Your sleep was good and peaceful even in your dreams, Johnny is treating you right. Unconsciously you hug Johnny tight, both sleeping with naked bodies. ‘Woman you’re making me horny in the middle of the night’ he thought to himself as he kept you close, caging your body with his strong arms so you won’t move too much.

When Johnny opened his eyes from a good sleep, the first thing he saw is your bare back and butt cheek exposed, greeting him ‘good morning.’ He rolls you to face him and tried to wake you up by whispering a sweet “Good morning” his arms swing around your waist. But you never opened your eyes even though he showered you with kisses already.

Not long after the room service came in with the breakfast, you woke up smelling pancakes all over the suite. Stretching your body as you feel that nice sore down there all because of Johnny. Smiling as you stand up from bed naked, slipping some panties on and a big shirt before you meet Johnny for breakfast.

Seeing him shirtless while pressing the plunger on your french press coffee maker wearing that nice denim pants he owns, makes you bite your lip. Remembering how he slowly entered you last night but it’s too early for that.

“I get it, you’re perfect” you said as you hug him from behind and tiptoed as you kiss his shoulders. Feeling his body vibrate as he let out a chuckle. “Tried waking you up but you were sleeping soundly” he kissed you good morning again, this time he gets a response.

Sitting down together and having breakfast, eating everything he put on your plate and you do the same thing. “Glad you’re happy about the breakfast, didn’t want to leave you with an empty stomach after what we did last night” he winked at you and ate a strawberry so sexily making you giggle. But hearing that he’s going to leave you already made you feel sick.

“This is it then?” Trying to smile brightly, pretending that doesn’t hurt a bit. This is how one night stands work pull yourself together, you tell yourself as you continue to eat.

“W-what?” He noticed how your mood suddenly changed, “No. I mean, I need to go home and change into some decent clothes. Not leaving you as in leaving you” with wide eyes he tried explaining what he really meant. Johnny couldn’t believe that you thought he was going away after having a great night with you. To be honest, if things turned out differently last night and you didn’t had sex with him he will still stick to you like crazy glue.

“Okay, to prove that I’m dead serious with this… Come to work with me. Watch me DJ tonight and I promise you will love Seoul even more” of course you said you’d come after you meet your family for dinner.

Before leaving your suite Johnny kissed you one too many times before he could finally let you go. “Okay okay, we’ll see each other tonight” you had to push him to the elevator so he could finally go home and change.

“I’ll see you tonight” he said, as you watch him disappear when the elevator closes.

For the past few days, you’ve been hanging out with Johnny as he shows you around Seoul. Bringing you to his work place and introduce you to his nice friends. “I think Mark is a good rapper. He swears too much though the whole dinner” Johnny laughed at your observations as you both walk hand in hand and too close with each other.

Obviously you like each other way too much, it’s almost impossible to separate for a few hours so he could work and you could meet your family. There’s no such thing as ‘lazy day’ when you’re with Johnny. When you’re not outside with him enjoying the Seoul weather, he stays in with you and spends time with you.

Some nights, you just kiss each other passionately and enjoy the sexual tension between you two. Kissing until both of your lips are swollen and couldn’t kiss anymore. Some nights, you do other stuff like giving him a blowjob and him going down on you for an hour. Nothing too freaky but still wild enough to somehow end up sleeping in bed naked.

The worst thing that can happen to you is when he decides to carry you like you’re just nothing and slams you to bed and torture you with tickles.

He never asked you to have sex with him even though he really wants to, he just figured he doesn’t want you to think that sex is the only thing he wants from you.

No. He wants to love you.

“Can you be my date at my sister’s wedding on Saturday?”

Maybe for you its just a date, but for Johnny it’s more than just being your date. Trying to hide his blush from you, he smiles to himself for a second before facing you. “And meet your whole family? I would love to”

Everyone was excited and ecstatic about Johnny, even you aunts are crazy about him. The wedding was a simple rooftop setting where two families joins together. It was a warm night and tears flow as you delivered your speech to your sister, happily letting another family to take care of her.

Good thing Johnny has your back, immediately making you laugh the moment you came back to your seat next to him.

“Dance with me, beautiful” he kissed your forehead in front of your whole family and you heard giggles, a lot of ‘omgs’. You figured, you owe your entire family a solid explanation about Johnny. Not intentionally ruining the mood, you finally dropped the thing that’s been bugging you. “What are we gonna do? We’re so in love with each other. I’m going away eventually”

Swaying you to the rhythm of the music, Johnny keeps you close to him holding you tight. Smelling your perfume and admiring how your heartbeat feels good against his chest. “Ssshhh. I think your aunt over there has been checking me out the whole night. And your cousin over there”

Laughing at what he’s whispering beside your ear as your family continue to gossip and stare at you and Johnny for being such a lovely couple. ”Lets just take everything we can. Enjoy all the time we have and separate without regrets” he said as he continues to sway you over slow music.

It’s not a bad idea, you thought. ‘Separate without regrets’ you like the sound of that. As your vacation is about to end, Johnny made every second special from the moment he bought you that dessert.

“Let’s pretend were the ones who got married”

Hearing that from Johnny made you tear up on the spot as you listen to him whisper about his love for you. How waiting for you outside that restaurant under a cold weather with thin clothes were all worth it. Johnny even told you how he felt when he saw you press the plunger and explained why he was moving from his seat that time. You were completely speechless and overwhelmed the whole time you were listening to Johnny, sad because you’re leaving but mostly happy because you met him.

“I’m thinking about leaving right now and going back to your suite so we can enjoy our honeymoon, what do you say wife?”

As you’re about to leave the party and say goodbye to your family, your aunts told you to marry Johnny someday so they could still see him during family gatherings. You thought of it as something funny and impossible but deep inside, you wanted it to happen.

You caught Johnny being sandwiched by your older aunts, and saved him by dragging him gripping his hand tightly as you both waved goodbye to everyone. “Oh Johnny Seo, what is it with you and older women?” completely annoying you, he brushed his hair and flexed his good looks in front of you and told you in the most sexy and at the same time funny way possible. “Psh. Were married remember? What are you so worried for?”

When you came back to your hotel, Johnny a man of his word carried you bridal style as you enter the suite. Putting you down inside the bedroom, kissing passionately as you both proceed on removing your clothes.

“Why do I feel like I’m really enjoying my honeymoon right now?” His hands cups your face again as he kiss you down until you hit the mattress.

Your second time having sex is different from the first time. That give and take feeling is still there, but tonight rather than giving you feel like you wanted to be selfish. Both of you are. Johnny’s kisses became hungrier not thinking about wether you still have air whenever he dives in for a kiss. Gripping your boobs a little too hard than the usual, biting your nipples in surprise making sure he hears you say ‘ouch’ in a soft way.

“Spread those pretty legs for me?” He asked so sweetly but the way he held both of your legs and opened them widely was not sweet at all. How every word that comes out from his mouth is the opposite of what he was doing to you, and you love it.

“I will go in slowly now” but he rammed his cock inside your pussy making you grip on his shoulders and close your eyes. Completely forgetting how you’re not still familiar with his thick cock. Roughly forcing you take every pound and piercing thrusts he gives you not listening to your whimpering and loud moans. “H-hurts” its all you can say while he fucks you hard.

“S-sorry. This is what you do to me baby. You make me crazy” Johnny’s groans and moans sounded good, that’s why you let him pound in you. You let him be selfish and catch his own sweet release. Loud sounds escape your mouth, breathing heavily as he give you more because you asked for more. Digging your long nails on his shoulders and biting whatever flesh you can to stop yourself from cumming too early.

Suddenly he changed his pace from hard thrusts to rolling his hips going deeper inside you. Folding both of your knees and reaching inside you deep, the angle is new to the both you. You saw something move in your lower abdomen that creeped you out but you realised it’s Johnny.  “Johnny you’re so deep. Fuck, is that your cock inside me? Oh-fuck” with your own eyes you saw how big Johnny’s cock inside you as if it’s rearranging your guts. You wonder how it fits perfectly but definitely big for your own good.

“Want to try something new?” He asked oh so softly beside your ears, you nod your head letting him do what he has in mind. Pulling out quickly, making you moan and let out a sob, ‘ouch’. It was different from before so he asked you if you still want to keep going, “fuck yeah” you answered weakly.

Flipping you gently on your stomach, putting you in all fours position, your back perfectly arched just the way he liked it but still feels good for you. Cold air hitting your pussy from behind, grunting and groaning as he pushed back inside you making you cry out loud and whine a little louder but its muffled.

“That must’ve hurt I’m sorry, and I mean it” he said before kissing your shoulders and started to roll his hips deliciously slowly as a way of apologising.  

“Oh!”

You both loved the new position as you both let out sounds you didn’t know you can make. Gripping the sheets and breathing heavily as you enjoy how he thrusts deep. Johnny is way ahead of you, the view of your back perfectly arched because of him and watching your cunt take his cock without telling him to stop, not even once. It completely brought him to edge but trying so hard not to cum yet, waiting for you to cum first. He reached down for your clit making your legs weak and yell at him for the first time.

“Sensitive! Baby please! Don’t”

Begging over and over again but he didn’t listen. Fucking you with an animalistic pace, you scream letting the mattress muffle all your loud moans and curses as you reach your much awaited release. Without noticing it, Johnny already pulled his cock out and cumms on top of your ass holding it steady.

Slowly your legs give in as you lay on your stomach flat riding your high. Trying to ease the sensitivity by tightly closing your legs and clenching your pussy. You feel Johnny’s lips on your cheeks kissing you and whispering apologies for being too rough. “I’m sorry baby, I’m really sorry” With all your energy you told him to stop apologising and kiss you sweetly until you tell him to stop.

Your back is wiped clean already all thanks to Johnny. “You can sleep now” he said, you face him to see his handsome glowing face again, “how can I sleep when this is my last night sharing this bed with you?”

“Then we’ll find a new bed to share with” its easy for Johnny to always be positive and be full of hope, something that you will surely miss.

“Hey” he said and you hum, asking why. “I love you. I’m not saying this because it’s our last night together. But I’m more confident on showing how much I love you, rather than saying it, you know. I hope you understand” He said as he kiss your lips softly.

“Oh I know that all too well. I love you too. And I’m not saying it because its my last night here. I was just so busy taking all the love you’ve been giving these past fee days and I completely forgot about being honest and for that, baby I’m sorry” its true that you feel sorry for saying it late. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, telling you “no no, we loved each other pretty well for a whole week”

Enjoying the warmth that he gives as you feel his fingertips play with the softness of your skin. “I need you to sleep so you won’t get tired on your long flight” you nod your head gently as you drift to sleep. Feeling Johnny’s lips touch yours one last time for tonight.

The next thing you know, you’re hugging Johnny tightly in the middle of the airport saying goodbye as you catch your flight. “Now go in there, before I change my mind and stop you from leaving” you walk away from him, turning your head back from time to time.

He mouths an ‘i love you’ when you’re already inside, waving continuously until he doesn’t see you anymore.

But you didn’t know that Johnny is booked to the same flight you’re in. He just wanted to surprise you and maybe tease you a little bit. He figured maybe to extend your time together, it’s time for him to take a vacation with you to your own country.

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................................................. Masterlist What made me write this? I’m still wearing ex’s pyjama and he kinda sorta looks like Johnny. idk. But don’t get me wrong! I’m not sad or anything hahaha The picture of Johnny alone inspired me to write. Million thanks again if you reach up to this point! Thank you! 

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“Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you / I need you here to stay / I broke all my bones that day I found you / crying at the lake.” 

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you sat with Annie, throwing her small pieces of napkins as she annoyingly shook her head at you. you had been sitting down, doing absolutely nothing for the last thirty minutes as she tried to study. 

“where is everyone? you’re boring me out and I’m like ready to do something!” you exclaimed. she gave you a dead stare before going back to studying, “you’re no fun! i’m getting food. want anything?” you asked her. 

she replied with water as you stood up, smacking the back of her head playfully before running away. you made your way to the line with a basket full of your snacks and Annie’s water as your boyfriend finally making his way down the stairs with Reiner. 

“long time, no see,” you heard a voice say behind you. you turned around to see someone you felt like you hadn’t saw in centuries, “JAEGER?” you yelled a bit too loudly as you engulfed him into a bone crushing hug, “Eren! i haven’t seen you in forever!” you exclaimed. 

he laughed, scratching the back of his head shamefully, “my god, you grew your hair out, you look great!” you complimented, “damn, how is everything with Mikasa? are the two of you still together?” you asked. 

Eren nodded, “yeah, we’re going onto our two year anniversary soon. how are you and Bertholdt’s tall ass?” he joked. you playfully pushed him, “we’re great, we’re celebrating four years soon,” you saw Eren’s face change to confusion, “what?” you asked. 

Eren found it odd that in the four years both of you were dating, Bertholdt had yet to ask for your hand in marriage. 

he shook his head, “nothing, forget it. we need to hang out soon. i bet Mikasa and Armin would be excited to see you again!” you nodded excitedly, giving him your number on a napkin before giving him another hug, “of course, I’ll text you later to see when’s the next time you and the others free!”  you said before grabbing your things and leaving. 

as you walked away, Bertholdt stared at Eren, feeling as though Eren was basically eye fucking you the entire time you were talking with him. he knew you were friends with the teal eyed boy but he had never saw you so friendly with anyone before. 

“something wrong Bert?” Reiner asked. he shook his head, remaining silent, “hey, did you losers finally get out of class?” he asked. Reiner stared at you, before giving you the middle finger, “what was Jaeger doing here?” he asked. 

Bertholdt saw your eyes light up instantly, “honestly, no clue but it was nice seeing him!” you said, digging into your muffin, “there’s a part happening tonight, y’all should go,” Reiner asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

you shook your head no, “Bert and I have a date tonight. we’re having our annual movie night tonight,” you said, squeezing Bert’s hand tightly, “but I know Eren’s been interested in hanging out soon so I’ll text him later tonight to see when they’re all free,” you added on. 

Bert tightened his grip on your hand at the mention of Eren. you found it a bit odd but thought nothing of it. the rest of the time that all of you were sitting together, Bert didn’t say much. given that he hardly said anything to begin with, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you. it was like you mesmerized him all over again. 

Bertholdt couldn’t help but think of the first time he saw you. that very day was the day he knew he wanted to make you his. 

+ 

it was the first day of college. you had been moving all of your things into your dorm along you siblings and mother. you were excited to begin this new chapter in your life and although your mom hated the idea that you were sleeping in a co-ed dorm, she was happy that you were finally getting real world experience. 

you were sharing a dorm with a girl named Annie. you had only messaged her a few times, getting all her info and social media tags. she was bit on the shyer side, not really saying much when the two of you talked but you knew that she wouldn’t be a bad roommate. 

“text us when you’re done getting your dorm together,” your sister reminded you as she placed the box on the floor. you went the front desk, saying the rest of your goodbyes when you felt someone accidentally hit you.

your siblings immediately asked if you were okay, “I-I’m so sorry,” you heard a timid voice say behind you. you turned around to face the tallest person you had ever met, “you’re okay, don’t worry about it!” you said with a smile plastered on your face. 

his blond friend next to him laughed, “i think you’re our friends roommate! Annie is the girl right?” he asked. you nodded yes, “do you know her?” you asked them. you saw as the tall boy tried to stutter out an answer but didn’t, “yeah, we all went to high school together and managed to get into same college as well. I’m Reiner and this is my friend Bertholdt,” he introduced. 

you introduced yourself as your siblings told you they were heading out, them not failing to make you embarrassed as they warned you about not getting any crazy ideas while you were away. 

“we’ll walk you to your dorm if you don’t mind,” Reiner said. you gave them a smile as they pressed the elevator door, “not talkative, are you Bert?” you jokingly asked him. Reiner laughed at his reaction, “not really. we’re lucky if we get any words out of him and we’ve known him for years,” Reiner replied. 

you laughed, poking Bert’s side, “well, I guess I’ll just make it my mission to make you talk,” you told him. by the time you reached your dorm and opened it, you heard Annie groan from seeing them. 

“don’t tell me you’ve already made friends with them?” she asked you. you nodded yes, “great, now that’s going to give them a reason to be here even more,” she complained, “but now that you’re here, be useful with something and help me get something out of my car,” Annie stated, grabbing the blond by the arm. 

Bertholdt felt himself getting nervous, realizing that he was going to left alone with you. once the door slammed shut, Bertholdt ran his sweaty palms against his pants, not really knowing what to do or say. 

“so Bertholdt, you usually this awkward?” you joked again. he stared at you for a moment before feeling a blush cross his face, “uh, y-yeah, making friends isn’t as easy for me as it is for Reiner,” he explained. you gave him a look, with a small smirk playing at your lips. 

he felt his heart stop suddenly. yeah, he had felt nervous before but this was a feeling he had never felt before. even the tiniest of smiles made his heart race and even being at close proximity with you made him sweaty. 

wait. was this the feeling Reiner kept telling him about?

was this the feeling of actually liking someone? Bertholdt had really never liked someone before. given that many people thought that him and Annie would make a great couple, Annie had never saw Bert in that way and vice versa. 

finally pulling back into reality, he stared down at you before giving you the tiniest of smiles, “what has you happy all of a sudden?” you asked. he shook his head, “n-nothing,” he replied. 

+ 

later on that night, you were prepping the things the both of you needed for your movie night. you usually tended to Bert in your bed, basically attached to him like a koala as he held you close to his chest.

whenever the two of you cuddled, you were usually cuddled into him shirtless. he knew you liked his physique, he was tall, very built, and lean so whenever the chance presented itself, you would make him take his shirt off so the two of you cuddle ‘correctly’ as you liked to say. 

you heard a knock on your door, realizing that it was Bertholdt and ran to it. you gave him a smile, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him in. Bert on the other hand had other plans and bent down for another kiss, quickly making it steamier than usual. 

“where did that come from?” you asked a bit flustered, “just wanted to kiss ya,” he replied, making a beeline to your room. you followed as he had basically dragged you in there, crawling into bed as quickly as possible. 

you grabbed the remote for your tv as the two of you got to scrolling through the movie lists. it didn’t take long until the two of you finally found a movie, settling with watching ‘Singing’ in the Rain’, one of your favorite movies. 

for about an hour, you were engrossed with watching the movie, making side comments about how cute the couple was.

“what has you so affection tonight, Hoover?” you asked, your fingers dancing along his chest. he nervously touched the suede maroon box in his shorts as you remained silent, “I wanna ask you something,” he mentioned a bit quieter than usual. 

you gave him a concern look, “you’re not breaking up with me, are you? you’ve been acting really weird since I spoke with Eren earlier today and if you got any implication-,” Bert cut you off with a kiss, surprising you completely, “it’s nothing like that, relax,” he said. 

reaching into his pocket, he gripped the box almost feeling like his knuckles would turn white. you had covered yourself with the blanket, feeling the cold hit you. finally, Bert gripped your chin as a million thoughts ran in his head. he knew this was the next step in your relationship and oddly enough, he didn’t feel nervous at all. 

“marry me,” Bert whispered as he opened the box and showed the ring. you felt your heart stop in its tracks as you gazed at the ring for a moment before looking to Bertholdt again, “really?” you asked, feeling tears spring into your eyes, “yes, of course Bertholdt,” you exclaimed as you tackled him into a kiss.

 ‘You Were Meant For Me’ was playing in the background as Bertholdt pulled away and took the ring out of its box to place on your shaky hand. you couldn’t stop gazing at the ring as Bert wiped a tear from your face.

“Reiner is the only one who knew I was going to do this tonight and although he wanted me to give this big elaborate speech, you know that really isn’t my style.” 

you didn’t say anything back, jumping onto Bert again and kissing him, this time a lot steamier than usual. he was caught off guard but didn’t mind where you were going with this and let you continue what you were doing. 

“we can call everyone tomorrow. i want to spend the rest of the night with you,” Bert whispered into your ear, as he started to remove your tank top, “I couldn’t agree more Mr.Hoover,” you said smiling.

Bert for the first in what felt like a long time smiled harder than he ever had before, “I appreciate it, Mrs.Hoover. Mrs.( your name ) Hoover,” he said back. you felt your smile get even brighter before nervously giggling at hearing those words coming from him. 

you knew that everyone from Annie and up to your siblings would freak out about the news, but later that night after everything was said and done, both you and Bert sent a photo too Reiner. your hand was being held by Bertholdt as he showed the ring off to him with both your smiles plastered on your face.