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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 29: Into the Lion’s Den 

A/N: And we are back at it again with another chapter! Yall, so once this series is done, I will be beginning my new series, at this one is going to be about our boy Portgas D. Ace. I already have the vision for it and lets just say its going to be steamy.. (heheh). But back to the main series, I cant wait for you guys to ready chapter 29, I might drop chapter 30 as well. Thank you guys for everything, and showing love to my first fan fic! And without further a do let the adventure begin!

Word Count: 4.7K

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader

Zoro POV… 

"Sir Law and Lady Y/N have been seized," Kinemon said through the transponder snail.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" the group shouted in unison.

"Damn it!" I heard Sanji yell from the other end, followed by the sound of crashing. "That’s it! We’re turning the ship around!" Sanji’s voice rang with urgency.

I was about to respond when I heard a marine nearby shout, "Capture them!"

"That’s our cue to go!" I said, making a full 360 around the palace, trying to calculate our next move. "Hey, Luffy! Now’s your chance to find an exit!"

"I’m on it! Let’s go!" Luffy’s voice crackled through the snail, full of determination. "I heard Traffy and Y/N mutter something before they got taken—they might still be conscious!"

"Y/N..." I muttered under my breath, the frustration boiling inside me. "Was this all necessary for the plan?"

"What plan?!" Sanji’s voice crackled back, sharp with confusion and anger.

I braced myself for the reaction. "Her plan was not only to face Doflamingo head-on... but also to be captured by him."

"WHAT?!" the group erupted, Chopper and Brook wailing on the other end of the line.

"IS SHE OUT OF HER MIND?!" Usopp shouted, his voice panicked.

"Mosshead!!" Sanji's voice cut through the chaos, his tone full of fury. "You mean to tell me Y/N planned to get captured?! What the hell are you guys doing down there?! Letting her face that bastard on her own?"

I clenched my teeth. "Listen, curly-brow, it’s not like we’re just sitting back! Y/N’s plan is reckless, but she knows what she’s doing. She’s buying us time... and something else."

"Yeah, well, that something better not be her life!" Sanji retorted, his voice strained.

I could hear Nami’s voice in the background, sounding equally worried. "Why didn’t you stop her, Zoro?!"

I huffed, gripping my sword. "I couldn’t. She had her mind set on it. You know how Y/N is—stubborn as hell, just like Luffy. If she thought this was the only way, then we’ve got to trust her."

A heavy silence followed before Usopp finally broke it. "Trust her? Trust her to what, get captured by Doflamingo and expect to walk out of there?"

"Exactly!" I replied, feeling the weight of my words sink in. "Y/N isn’t done yet. She’s got something up her sleeve. And I swear... we’ll get her and Traffy back."

More yelling erupted over the snail. "What now—are you guys in trouble too? What’s happening?!" Luffy’s voice was frantic.

"We’ve got a huge problem!" Brook’s panicked tone came through. "It’s Big Mom’s ship!"

"What?!" I exclaimed, dodging a barrage of Marine gunfire.

"There they are!" A Marine soldier’s voice rang out, followed by the sound of weapons being readied.

"Damn it, they’ve spotted us!" I growled, slashing through another wave of attackers, trying to make space for us to move. "Luffy, get ready! You need to find a way out!"

"Are you sure? Is Big Mom attacking?" Luffy asked, his voice laced with worry.

"Luffy, we’re in the middle of it here too! Talk and run!" I barked, ducking as another shot rang out.

"Can you see her on her ship?" Luffy pressed, sounding as if he was still running.

Sanji's voice cut in. "Can’t be sure if it’s her, but I do see those two weirdos from Fishman Island!"

"And why the hell is Caesar back on the Sunny?!" Luffy yelled in frustration.

I kicked a Marine hard, sending him sprawling. "It’s obvious, isn’t it? The plan didn’t work out. That’s why Traffy got his ass handed to him!"

"Yeah, we’re stuck with him, unfortunately," Sanji added with a sigh.

"I don’t think we should take Caesar anywhere near Dressrosa!" Nami’s voice came through the snail, alarmed.

"What?!" I shouted, my frustration mounting. "Are you forgetting that Y/N is part of this now?!"

"For once, I agree with Mosshead," Sanji responded, surprising me.

Nami took a deep breath and pressed on. "Look, I’m not saying this because I want to back down. I know you all want to go back and save Law and Y/N, and I know you want to help the little people, Franky. But we need to think this through. If we rush back, we’re going to lose everything."

"Exactly," I added, cutting through another Marine. "There’s more at stake than just Y/N and Law. Doflamingo’s fighting for four things—the Smile Factory, Caesar, Momo, and now Y/N. We haven’t finished our mission yet, and he’s got Y/N, but we still have Caesar and Momo." "If we go back now and give Caesar to Doflamingo, then everything we’ve done is wasted!" Nami said, urgency filling her voice. "Law and Y/N put themselves in this position to buy us more time. I know Y/N—if she got captured, it’s part of a bigger plan."

"Right!" I said, cutting down another Marine as the conversation continued. "She’s always thinking ahead."

"Gotcha, good point!" Luffy responded, determination in his voice. "Just gotta figure out a way to save Traffy and Y/N. What’s the next island?"

"That would be Zou," Kinemon answered, his voice calm but focused.

Luffy made his decision quickly. "Sanji, Nami, Chopper, Brook, Momo—you guys move on ahead to Zou."

There was a pause before Sanji’s voice came through the transponder snail. "Well, if that’s what you want, Captain, then you got it. But two requests first."

Luffy, curious, asked, "What is it?"

"One," Sanji began, his voice more serious than usual, "is to please get Y/N back. And two, permission to fight back. I want to launch a counterattack on Big Mom’s ship."

Luffy grinned, the confidence radiating from him. "Sure, why not! And you got it!"

"I already started that fight anyway," Luffy added with a laugh.

"All of you stay safe, okay!" Luffy said as the call came to an end. The tension in the air remained thick, but everyone knew their roles now.

"Both Traffy and Y/N’s lives are at stake, Rebecca’s wish is at stake, and Doflamingo is behind all of this!" Luffy shouted, a fiery resolve in his voice. "Hang on, Y/N, we’re coming!" He ran through the colosseum, still searching for a way out, determined to face Doflamingo once and for all.

The rest of us pressed forward, ready for the next move.

Sabo POV… 

As I moved deeper into the Colosseum, the weight of the situation grew heavier. I couldn’t help but replay Y/N’s reckless plan in my mind. She always had this boldness about her, the kind that made me admire her and worry at the same time. "Damn it, Y/N," I muttered. "I hope you know what you're doing."

The transponder snail rang again, and I sighed, knowing it was Koala. "Yeah?" I answered, bracing myself.

"Sabo, finally! Did you make it inside?" Koala asked, her tone sharp but concerned.

"Yeah, I’m in," I replied, glancing around for any signs of Doflamingo’s men.

"Good! What took you so long?!" she pressed, clearly annoyed.

I couldn’t help but smirk. "Let's just say a beautiful warrior required some assistance."

There was a pause before Koala’s teasing voice chimed in. "Oh, you mean Y/N again, huh?"

My cheeks instantly flushed. "What? I mean, yeah, but... it’s not like that!" I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed.

"Sure, sure," she teased. "So, are you gonna finally ask her for that 'good luck kiss' you keep talking about?"

I chuckled despite myself. "If Y/N makes it through this plan of hers, I just might," I said, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement. "But right now, we’ve got more pressing matters. Missions first."

Koala laughed lightly. "You better not chicken out when the time comes, Sabo."

I smirked, pushing the emotions aside. "Koala, I’ll collect that kiss later, but right now... I’ve got a fruit to win." I chuckled before ending the call and slipping deeper into the Colosseum’s corridors. The noise from the arena above echoed through the halls, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N and her plan.

"This has to work, Y/N," I thought to myself, pushing forward with determination. "You’ve always been reckless, but this... getting captured on purpose? Even for you, that’s crazy." Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn’t help but smirk again. "Still, you always do have a way of surprising me."

The path ahead grew darker, but I continued on until voices stopped me in my tracks. I ducked into the shadows, listening closely.

"I don’t have time to waste!" Luffy’s voice boomed, frustration evident. "Y/N and Traffy need me!"

A deep voice responded, clearly not taking the situation seriously. "The beautiful princess is here too?! Someone pinch me—this is like a dream!"

I stifled a laugh, recognizing the enthusiasm. "That guy definitely knows who Y/N is," I muttered, shaking my head.

"There’s gotta be an exit! It’s an emergency!" Luffy says urgently.

I was about to step out when the topic shifted. "But, Mr. Luffy, what about the Flame-Flame Fruit?" said the same deep voice, pulling my attention back to why I was here in the first place.

Luffy’s voice turned serious again. "There’s only one guy I don’t want to get that fruit... but my friends' lives are in danger. I need to help them."

That’s when I knew I had to step in. Stepping out of the shadows, I caught their attention. "If you think you’re getting the Flame-Flame Fruit, you’re wrong." I locked eyes with Luffy, my smirk returning. "Sorry, Luffy. The fruit belongs to me."

The guy next to Luffy was instantly on the defensive, coming towards me. "Who the hell do you think you are?! That fruit belonged to Luffy’s big brother Ace—no one deserves it more than Mr. Luffy, and He’s also going to be King of the Pirates, you catch that!"

I pushed him aside with ease, eyes never leaving Luffy’s. "I know," I said, my voice steady. "I’ve known that for years."

Luffy’s eyes widened, recognition dawning. "Hey! What’s your deal? Why can’t I have the fruit?" he asked, confusion and frustration mingling in his voice.

I stopped just a few feet in front of him, pulling off my top hat with a smile.

Luffy’s jaw dropped, his eyes filling with tears. "It’s you!" he choked, his voice thick with emotion.

"It’s been a while," I said softly, smiling at him. "Luffy."

The next few moments were a blur of tears, the weight of our reunion settling in. But as much as I wanted to stay, we both knew our paths were pulling us in different directions. Luffy had to go, leaving me to take his place in the competition.

I watched him disappear into the distance, my heart heavy with memories of Ace and the battles we still had to face. But there wasn’t time to linger. I quickly shed my coat, hat, and cravat, loosening my blue long sleeve button shirt to reveal the "X" on my chest. I donned the gladiator helmet and mustache, completing my disguise with a deep red cloak. Now, I was ready.

Before stepping into the arena, I called Koala one last time. "I’m ready," I said, gripping the transponder snail tightly. "Oh, and I heard Robin’s in town. It’s been forever... I hope I get to see her." Said Koala her voice softened. "I’m glad you got to see Luffy."

I nodded, though she couldn’t see it. "Yeah. I thought he was gonna punch me." I chuckled, though my throat tightened with emotion. "I barely held it together."

Koala let out a teasing laugh. "Are you crying?"

I wiped at my eyes, trying to keep it together. "What? No! I’m not crying!" But it was a weak defense.

Koala’s tone shifted to something more serious. "You’re thinking about Ace, aren’t you? Wondering if you could’ve saved him... if you could’ve been there."

Her words struck deep, and for a moment, I couldn’t respond. The silence between us was heavy, filled with unspoken regret.

"You can’t blame yourself, Sabo," she said softly. "No one could have known."

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Yeah, I know." I sighed. "Let me know when you find out more about the underground. I’ll be ready."

"Okay. Koala added, her voice filled with concern.

I hung up, taking a moment to gather myself before stepping into the dome. "Ace, I’m gonna get that fruit back for you," I thought, my grip tightening. "Luffy and I... we’ll carry your will."

With that, I entered the arena, ready to fight for the Flame-Flame Fruit and the legacy Ace left behind.

Zoro POV… 

"These disguises are weird, Kinemon," I said, adjusting the toy animal costume we were all squeezed into. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable get-up, but it seemed to be fooling the Marines, so I couldn’t complain too much. Luffy, however, was having a harder time with it.

"Now, I know the Flame-Flame Fruit will be in good hands," he mumbled through his tears.

"Can you tell us why you’re crying?" I asked, watching him with a mix of concern and frustration. We were racing towards the palace, and this emotional detour was not helping our urgency.

"I never thought he might still be alive," Luffy said, his voice choked with emotion. "I was sure he died all those years ago, but all this time, he was out there."

"Who the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin. We were on a tight schedule, and Luffy’s emotional outburst was not helping our mission. Luffy continued to cry uncontrollably, his tears flowing freely. I smacked him on the head, trying to get his attention. "How long are you going to keep crying?!"

"I can’t help it!" Luffy sobbed, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions.

"I’ve never seen Sir Luffy cry such profound tears; he must really care that his friend is here," Kinemon observed, his tone sympathetic yet practical.

"Yeah," Luffy managed to choke out through his tears. "It’s just—"

"How come I’ve never heard of this friend before? Who is this guy?" I pressed, trying to cut through the emotional haze.

"He’s... my brother!" Luffy finally revealed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What! You mean Ace is somehow alive?!" I exclaimed, astonished. All those years ago, I thought Ace was lost to us forever. This revelation was mind-blowing.

Luffy, still struggling with his tears. "It’s just like Ace said back then. We may go different paths, but we are still brothers," he said, his voice a mix of laughter and crying.

"Okay, but who is this guy?" I asked again, trying to clarify despite Luffy’s continued emotional state.

Y/N POV…  

Groaning, I felt as though I'd been run over by a freight train. Cold water hit me with a jolt, soaking through my clothes and causing my body to shiver uncontrollably. I struggled to move, only to find that my wrists were shackled tightly to the arms of a chair.

"What the hell...?" I mumbled, disoriented and trying to process my surroundings.

Doflamingo’s voice, laced with malevolence, cut through my confusion. "Ah, Princess, you’re finally awake," he drawled, his presence looming menacingly. Fujitora sat beside him, observing with an inscrutable expression.

"I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of hastening things along," Doflamingo said with a taunting grin. The cold water had only added to my discomfort, and I could see the malevolent satisfaction in his eyes.

"You bastard!" I shouted, struggling against the restraints.

Doflamingo’s laughter was chilling. He moved closer, his gaze fixed on me as his hand traced dangerously close to my neck. "Ah, still with that fiery spirit," he purred. "It makes me desire you even more."

I tried to push his hand away with my shoulder, my irritation boiling over. Before I could respond, a sharp crackle interrupted us as a subordinate’s voice came through a transponder snail. "Cyborg Franky is trying to breach the main entrance of the toy factory!"

"Franky!" My heart raced. "Phase 2 is underway. Luffy will be here soon."

Doflamingo’s attention shifted to Fujitora. "This chaos is unacceptable. This nation is affiliated with the World Government. You’re supposed to assist me."

Fujitora gave a curt nod and stood up. Doflamingo’s focus returned to me, his smile predatory. His gaze landed on the heart-shaped necklace Law had given me, and he reached out, his fingers playing with it.

"Who gave you this necklace?" he demanded, his tone cold and commanding.

I stayed silent, defiance clear in my eyes. Doflamingo’s patience snapped. He grabbed my chin forcefully, making me look directly at him. "I’m not asking again. Who gave you this necklace?"

I remained mute, and his anger boiled over. With a violent yank, he tore the necklace from my neck and threw it against the wall. The chain snapped, and the heart shattered into 2 pieces.

"Think you can defy me even from beyond the grave, Rosinante!?" Doflamingo hissed, his voice filled with rage.

I glared at him, trying to stay composed despite the chaos. "No matter," Doflamingo continued, regaining his smug demeanor. "Princess, I think it’s time we get you out of these wet clothes." His fingers trailed over the fabric of my mesh top, and I tried to shrug him off.

Then he gripped my left shoulder and dug his fingers into the bullet wound, causing a sharp, searing pain to shoot through me. "Ahhh!" I cried out.

Doflamingo’s smirk widened, clearly pleased with my reaction. He picked up another transponder snail and spoke into it. "Baby 5, prepare the princess for me."

"Why should I?" Baby 5’s voice replied, tinged with annoyance.

"Because I need you to," Doflamingo said smoothly. "The young master… needs me... Alright, I’ll be up shortly!" Baby 5 responded before hanging up.

As I tried to steady my breathing, I noticed that despite being shackled and soaked, my rings and anklet were still on me. Along with the weight of my bracelet. It was a small comfort amidst the pain. However, my swords were nowhere to be found.

Doflamingo seemed to read my thoughts. He leaned in, his grin widening. "If you’re searching for your swords," he taunted, "good luck trying to find them. I’ve hidden them very well."

I stared at him, my mind racing. "How... how did you.." I said, struggling to understand.

Doflamingo’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Oh, I have my methods," he said cryptically, as he slowly traced a finger from my collarbone up to my face, making my skin crawl. His attention shifted as the video transponder snail flickered to life, broadcasting the fight in the colosseum.

"See that old man? Your granddaughter sure is lucky, if I do say so myself, King Riku," Doflamingo said menacingly, his words dripping with mockery.

"King Riku?" I thought, my mind racing.

"Who would have thought this would become a family affair, interesting," Doflamingo continued. "What happened? Willing to drop some elbows for a devil fruit? Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadowy figure in chains, dressed in a gladiator outfit. "Was he also in the tournament?" I wondered, watching him carefully.

"Your family has been acting a little off today," Doflamingo sneered. "And that includes sweet little Violet’s betrayal. I don’t believe in coincidences, so, is this some kind of coincidence?" He taunted King Riku, stepping closer to the deposed king.

King Riku began to explain why he had entered the tournament, and my heart tugged at his words. "This poor king, he really was trying to protect his people."

Suddenly, Doflamingo’s attention shifted again, this time to another figure I hadn’t noticed before. He stepped in front of a chained and unconscious Trafalgar Law. "She put so much stock in this rookie, and look what’s become of him—Trafalgar Law," Doflamingo said smugly. Law was bound by seastone shackles, slumped in a chair.

"Law!" I cried, my heart racing. "Law, please wake up!" I struggled against my own restraints, my chains clinking as I rattled them. I caught a glimpse of his face—still unconscious. "Law..." I whispered, my voice barely audible as Doflamingo loomed over me once more.

I instinctively tried to kick out at him with my right leg, but it barely moved. I felt the tug of something hard restraining me further. "Princess," Doflamingo said, amusement playing on his lips, "you didn’t honestly think I’d leave you with just chains, did you? Not with that monstrous kick of yours. My strings control everything."

"Damn it!" I thought, frustrated that I hadn’t realized my legs were bound too.

Doflamingo continued to taunt me, his voice full of derision. "And what about that boy, the one who became famous with demon blood in his veins? How pathetic, thinking they could defeat me."

I laughed in response, despite the fear gnawing at my insides. "That’s where you’re wrong, Doffy," I said defiantly. "My captain will defeat you, because he’s going to be King of the Pirates!"

Doflamingo’s face twisted in anger. Without warning, he reached for my throat, his hand tightening around my neck, cutting off my air supply. I gasped, struggling to breathe as his grip constricted. "Naughty little princess, aren’t you?" he growled through gritted teeth.

Just as I felt my vision begin to blur, Baby 5 burst into the room. "Young Master! I’m here! You needed me?" she chirped, her eyes gleaming with eagerness.

Doflamingo smirked and finally let go of my neck, allowing me to gasp for air, coughing as my lungs burned from the sudden intake of oxygen. "Take the princess to my quarters and get her ready for me," he ordered coldly.

As Baby 5 moved to drag me away, I choked out, "Wait!" My voice was hoarse, my body trembling. "I’ll make you a deal."

Doflamingo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what deal could a captured little princess like you possibly offer me?"

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing heart as Doflamingo’s smirk widened, his dark amusement never wavering. I knew I had to play this carefully, or everything would fall apart.

“We can continue playing this game of chase,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse but defiant. “If you can catch me, then you can do whatever you want.” I saw his eyes gleam with interest, and I sensed the desire in his tone before he even spoke. “But,” I added, my voice firmer now, “if I win, you let Law go. No tricks, no strings attached.”

Doflamingo chuckled darkly, stepping closer until he was mere inches from my face. “Oh, Princess,” he said, voice dripping with malicious glee, “you think you can outsmart me? That you can run from me?” His fingers trailed along my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re more fun than I thought.”

I clenched my jaw, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “It’s your move, Doffy. But remember... if I win, Law walks free.”

For a moment, the room was filled with tense silence. Then, Doflamingo stepped back, letting out a low, dangerous laugh. “Alright, Princess, I’ll play your little game. But if I catch you…” His voice dropped, thick with sinister intent, “You’re mine. No more negotiations.”

I swallowed my fear, knowing that I had just gambled everything on this.

Suddenly, a subtle shift in the air made my pulse quicken. “Phase 3 is in motion,” I thought, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I prepared for the next step. Time was running out, and I had to move fast.

The challenge was set. Now, it was time to see if I could stay one step ahead of the devil himself.

Zoro POV…

We finally made it to the palace steps, but it felt like a damn maze to get in. "There’s going to be a lift just ahead!" said the little fairy perched on my shoulder.

"Okay, listen, the palace, the toy house, and the tree port where the Smile factory is—they’re all connected," she continued.

"So that means Traffy and Y/N gotta be at the top floor!" Luffy exclaimed, already fired up.

"That’s right," she confirmed, nodding. "To get access to the factory, you need to either pass through the palace or enter through the toy house."

I adjusted the little fairy on my shoulder, feeling her tiny hands grip my hair for balance. "I can’t wait to see you guys!" Luffy grinned, bouncing with excitement.

"We don’t show our faces often, the only people allowed are the Straw Hat crew and Usoland," she said casually.

"Uso-what?" I frowned, not sure if I even heard that right.

"There’s no time to explain all the details! Operation SOP is underway. You can see it there—that’s the lift entrance to the palace I was telling you about," she pointed ahead. "Only problem is, we need a passcode to get in."

"We can just kick their butts!" Luffy said, ready to swing into action.

"No! You do that, it’ll draw unnecessary attention to us," the fairy snapped back, her wings fluttering in annoyance.

"What’s so wrong with that?" Luffy muttered under his breath.

"I’m stuck with a blockhead who gets lost and a simpleton who believes everything is solved with his fists," she said, shaking her tiny head.

"What did you just call me?!" I growled, clenching my fist in annoyance. This little fairy was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Somebody's there," Luffy said suddenly, drawing our attention.

A woman on a toy horse appeared from the shadows, her eyes sharp as they landed on Luffy. "Are you Straw Hat Luffy?" she muttered quietly.

"Yeah, what of it?" Luffy replied without hesitation, earning an annoyed groan from both me and Kin’emon.

"Don’t just tell her that!" I snapped, glaring at him.

The woman dismounted, revealing herself fully. "Come with me. I’m here to guide you to the palace," she said, stepping closer.

As she removed her cloak, the realization hit me like a punch to the gut.

It was Violet.

“It’s great that you want to help and all, but do you really think you can pull this off?” I asked Violet, trying to assess the situation.

“Don’t worry, I have the pass that you mentioned,” Violet replied, glancing at the door. “But you should take another route instead. Although the lift will take you straight to the palace, you’re still at risk.”

“Let’s go back to Plan A, then,” Luffy said enthusiastically. “Let’s kick ass and get to Y/N and Traffy!”

“That won’t do!” I yelled, frustration clear in my voice. “And more importantly,” Violet interjected, “you look suspicious.”

“Madame, I am offended,” Kinemon said, taking a defensive stance.

“Wait, come to think of it, aren’t you the one who lured our idiot cook earlier?” I said, narrowing my eyes at Violet. “Did you by any chance give Sanji the map of the toy house? How did you acquire it?”

“I was one of Doflamingo’s subordinates,” she confessed.

“She was only pretending to be a bad guy!” the little fairy chimed in, her voice filled with a mix of relief and urgency. I looked up at the palace, the weight of our mission pressing heavily on me. “We’re close. Y/N, just hold on a little longer.”

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Photographerxmodel type Au

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Y/n,ness,and Kaiser all childhood best friends ,after high school ended they all went their separate ways but kept in contact until y/n went abroad to study photography and ness and Kaiser went to go apply to be models for and expensive brand

6 years later y/n was setting at a cafe in Shibuya drinking her favorite drink thinking of where she could apply for a photography job.lost in thought she didn't notice her 2 childhood best friends enter the cafe until Kaiser noticed a familiar face that looked like y/n his childhood best friend he walked up to them  "hello might I ask your name? "They were snatched out of thought and they quickly said “Y/n. Kaiser ! I haven’t seen you in years is ness still with you ?” as soon as Ness heard her speak he ran over to see her  not even worrying about his spot in line . "Y/n we've missed you so much!"they both said in unison not having seen each other in 6 years they all decided to catch up on what each other was doing..."so y/n what have you been doing since we haven't seen each other in sooooo long".Ness asked. “Well I have been studying abroad in photography and I finally finished about 2 weeks ago so I decided to come back to Japan to see if I could find a decent photography job and so far I haven't had any hits  what about you two?”... Kaiser spoke up "me and Ness became models for Louis Vuitton and we have been looking for a photographer and looks like we stumbled upon you at the perfect time

You can come by the company tomorrow and apply to be our photographer I'm 100% sure they will accept you" Kaiser says with a smile “

You thought for a few seconds and decided you would.

So you all 3 began to chat some more about how everyone was doing and what has been happening

“I really enjoyed seeing you both and getting to talk and catch up but it's really late and I need to make it back to my apartment so I think I'll leave first” then they both got up with you “we need to go aswell ... goodbye y/n" they both said in unison .. “wait a second y/n “Kaiser said you spun around to see what he needed he ran up to you with a piece of paper with the company's address. “This is the address you need to come to tomorrow” he said then walked back to where Ness was . “Bye guys I had tons of fun today thanks for the job opportunity aswell” . You then turned back around and headed for your apartment.

~The next day ~

You arrived at the address Kaiser gave you and walked in you asked the lady at the front desk if she could take you to where the manager is

She gladly obliged and took you to where she was .. “thank you “you said and bowed then you knocked. “Come in” says the manager. You walked in and took a seat and she soon asked “you must be the girl Kaiser told me about yesterday”.. “ yes I am he must have told you about me wanting to be he and Ness’s photographer?” You questioned. “Yes you are correct and I would love for you to become their photographer” . “So when do I start” . “Next week Monday morning at  9am” .. “ ok will do thank you for the job” then you got up bowed and left.

~5 months later~

Ness’s pov

It's been 5 months since y/n started being our photographer and my crush on her has never left even after high school and I’m not sure if they feel the same here lately Kaiser has been around her a lot more and he takes her out places in his spare time and just leaves me hanging and it kinda pisses me off that he keeps hogging her and today I decided to take y/n on a date ..

for the past 2 months Kaiser has been spending a lot of time with me and he also had taken me out plenty of times. And I've noticed how Ness’s behavior has changed around Kaiser and i. it breaks my heart to see my high school crush sulk.. I haven't been talking to him because I'm always with Kaiser so I decided today I would ask if he would like to go to the park where we could talk and I can confess to him.

An hour later we were done with the photoshoot and Kaiser as always tried to get me to come with him to a restaurant but I declined and he just looked at me dumbfounded as I walked over to Ness .

“Hey Ness?” I tapped on his back to get his attention.

“Hey y/n can I help you with anything?” He asked

I gathered up all the courage I had and asked “would you like to go out to the park with me ?”

Ness stood in shock that you were the first to ask him out on a date to the park .

“It's ok if you don't want to you said in a panicked tone. Ness jumped out of his trance “no no I would love to go out with you” he said with a sweet smile ...

You had noticed over the past 5 months how he would always be staring at you or trying to make conversation with you but Kaiser would always but in and cut him off you had thought if he felt the same way you did....

~At the park~

Neither of you talked the whole way there when you both sat down on the swings Ness broke the foreboding silence “so what did you need y/n ? “You stood up and said..”Ness I have wanted to ask you this ever since the end of high school but didn’t have the courage or confidence .. I love you Ness” ..

Ness froze not believing what he had just heard he came back to his senses when you were crying because you thought he didn't like you back he then jumped up and picked you up and spun you around and brought you into a loving kiss he then broke the kiss after a few minutes to catch y'all's breath” I have always loved you y/n and always will” he then kissed you again you then broke down in happy tears and so did ness “soooo are we a thing now ?”he asked you lightly hit him on the arm “yes of course” you smiled.. Ness smiled and pulled you in for a hug

The end

[unattainablesillygoose]

I, I Found Light

Harry x Hermione, only they developed a relationship in year 6 when Ron and Ginny started dating other people.

Chapter Summary: Ron, Lavender, and the others lock Harry and Hermione in a storage closet. Maybe they confess, maybe they don't.

Warning: There's some kissing, some borderline steamy dialogue but nothing too graphic I think? Also may trigger some claustrophobic folks. Fun fact; I am in fact claustrophobic but just because it wasn't uncomfortable for me doesn't mean that's the case for everybody, so I thought I'd mention it. (P.s. I can do smut if yall want that in the next part 👀)

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Lavender was so close to ignoring Ron.

But Ron was convinced that given enough time, they'd come together on their own. She wasn't so convinced.

"I'm gonna lock them in a closet." Lavender blurted out quietly, so only Ron and Neville could hear her.

Both boys looked up from their chess game to see that she was watching Harry and Hermione, who were sitting a little too close to be considered friendly, doing their homework together on the sofa.

"Lav..." Ron trailed off.

"I know! But look!" She said indignantly, pointing at the two. "They're literally the only ones unaware that they're practically dating already."

"She does have a point." Seamus chimed in from where he was watching over Neville's shoulder, crouching over him as they sat huddled in a corner of the common room on the floor.

"Why aren't we setting them up again?" Dean asked from beside Seamus.

"Because this is something they need to sort out for themselves." Ron said.

"You're just worried they'll kill you if they find out you were the one to set them up, especially if they find out that you knew they liked each other and didn't say anything." Neville said, contemplating his next move.

"Great, thanks, Nev. You're a lot of help." Ron deadpanned.

Neville just gave him a thumbs up without looking up from the board.

"I'm going to burst, Ron. I literally can't take their longing glances anymore." Lavender said dramatically.

Padma, who was quietly reading beside Lavender up to this point, piped up, "Locking them in a closet might work."

"I like that idea." Seamus snickered.

"You just want to lock someone in a closet." Ron accused with a glare.

"Perhaps." He retorted playfully.

"Ron, I'm either locking them in a closet or setting them up for Slughorn's Christmas party." Lavender stated stubbornly.

Ron sighed heavily. "Fine. We'll figure out how to trap them in a broom cupboard or something."

Lavender squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Parvati asked.

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"What do you need me to go with you for?" Harry asked Ron, confused.

"I told you, I need help grabbing stuff from the storage closet." Ron responded.

"For practice?" Harry asked, suspecting an ulterior motive.

He just hoped it wasn't a prank. It took him nearly two weeks to wash that sticky goop from his school robes last time. He'd had to enlist Hermione's help, much to his chagrin and her amusement.

Ron just nodded his head with a hum.

Harry glared suspiciously but didn't press him further.

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"But why are we going to the quidditch field?" Hermione asked.

"Ginny needed help with something." Lavender answered simply.

"But why didn't she ask Harry and Ron? They actually play the sport." Hermione questioned further, her curiosity beating her trepidation.

"I don't think it had something to do with quidditch itself. Plus, I think she'd already asked them." She said.

Hermione hummed. She suspected there was something else but didn't think she'd get any answers from Lavender.

They continued their trek across the field quietly.

Once they came to the quidditch storage locker, Hermione's confusion increased.

"What-" Hermione tried to ask, but Lavender spoke over her.

"Just gotta grab something real quick, would you mind?" She asked, gesturing to the closet.

"Sure," Hermione said slowly, approaching the closet, "What am I grabbing?" She asked, turning around to see that Lavender had shut her in.

"What the- Lavender!" Hermione yelled.

Just a moment later, Harry was shoved in, and the door was shut again.

"Hermione?" He asked.

"Is this a prank?" Hermione asked at the same time.

"Probably." Harry grumbled.

Hermione felt very flustered. The storage closet wasn't very big, and with the extra brooms and trunks of balls, it felt even smaller.

Her and Harry had to stand fairly close, which wouldn't normally fluster her, they've been closer after all, but it was dark and warm, and she hoped she wasn't blushing too hard.

"Nope, not a prank." Ron said.

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, irked.

"It's very stuffy in here." Harry said, crossing his arms.

"So take off your sweaters." Ginny said flatly.

"Ginny?!" Harry asked, shocked that she'd actually helped her brother with something like this.

"Ginerva, I swear-" Hermione huffed.

"Ooh, she used your full name!"

"Seamus?! Who else is out there?" Harry asked.

"Hi." Neville said.

"Luna's here too." Ginny said.

"Why?" Hermione and Harry asked.

"Aw, they're already finishing each other's sentences." Seamus teased.

"I don't think they're gonna tell us." Hermione huffed. "God, it really is hot in here." She said, pulling at the collar of her shirt.

Harry nodded.

"Hey, we're gonna leave you two here for a bit, let us know if you end up confessing. Ciao!" Ginny yelled.

"Confessing?" Hermione mumbled to herself as she put her ear to the door.

She gasped indignantly.

"What?" Harry asked, pressing his ear to the door next to her.

"They're actually leaving!" She said.

Harry was about to complain right along with her until he noticed how close their faces were, so instead, he pulled back.

"Unbelievable." He'd said, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Where could they be going?" She asked.

"Lunch?" He asked.

"I think there's still an hour until then." She shook her head.

Harry checked his watch, "Actually, that's probably exactly where they're going."

Hermione grabbed his hand to look for herself, but Harry wasn't thinking about that. All he could think about was how close she was and how small her hand felt in his.

She must've noticed, and she dropped his hand, "Sorry." She muttered shyly.

"I-it's fine." He mumbled. Fine? God, you sounded so dumb. He thought to himself.

Hermione tried taking her sweater off, but her elbow knocked into the door with a thud, and when she moved over in surprise, she almost tripped over a trunk.

"Ow!"

Harry caught her arm before she could fall into the broomsticks and pulled her up.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just didn't realize just how close I was to the door." She said.

For a few more minutes, they tried maneuvering around the tiny enclosed space, unable to move without elbowing or bumping into each other.

Hermione huffed. "If they were gonna lock us somewhere, they could've chosen a bigger cupboard. I can't even take off my own sweater."

Harry was about to offer to help her, but his mind immediately went somewhere it shouldn't have, especially about someone who is strictly his friend, his best friend at that.

Hermione tried once more in vain, elbowing the wall this time as she tried to pull her arms out of the sleeves. "Ouch!" She whispered harshly, mostly to herself.

But still, knowing that she was uncomfortable and too warm, he pushed aside those thoughts.

"Do you want me to help you?" He asked.

Hermione felt her heart palpitate uncomfortably fast, her face warming at the thought of Harry taking her sweater off. It was an innocent (more or less) offer, and she knew this, but her mind still betrayed her with inappropriate thoughts about her best friend taking more than just her sweater off.

But she didn't want him to think she was uncomfortable with the offer. Actually, she was more than okay. But he didn't exactly need to know that.

"I'd appreciate that, Harry." She sighed.

He took a small step toward her and gripped the hem of her sweater. "Arms up." He whispered.

She nodded and complied.

He pulled the wool garment from her, careful not to accidentally graze her body. He didn't think she'd like that. (She would, but he didn't know that.)

Once it was off, Hermione sighed, relieved. "Thank you, that's much better."

He nodded because he didn't trust his voice and sat her sweater on the trunk next to them.

"What about you? Aren't you hot?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that's okay." He assured her.

"Let me help you." She offered.

He nodded.

She pulled at the bottom of his sweater, her fingers brushing against his abdomen. Since he's nearly a whole head taller than her, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves himself once they were past his elbows.

He set it next to hers on the trunk.

"That is a lot better." He agreed.

He rolled up his sleeves, too preoccupied to notice her loosening her tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons, revealing her decolatage and the tops of her breasts. She'd also rolled up her sleeves a bit, too.

She leaned her head back against the wall and shut her eyes, not noticing Harry staring at the way her folded arms pushed up her breasts, showing her cleavage. He was glad her eyes were closed because his face was aflame.

He also noted how her skirt seemed shorter on her long legs, something he hadn't noticed before. He could see more of her thighs than before, between her shorter skirt and her socks as well. She used to wear thigh-highs, and they disappeared under the hem of her skirts, but the ones she had on stopped below her knees.

He noticed she was wearing different shoes, too. Hermione didn't usually wear heels, most often opting for flat mary-janes, but these ones had a heel. They were slimmer than her other shoes, daintier.

He shook his head and mirrored her stance, leaning back against the opposite wall from her and closing his eyes. He tried to push the image of her chest from his mind, but alas, it was at the forefront.

She heard his head thump against the wall and opened her eyes. He had his fingers tucked inside his pockets, his forearms on display, and she could see the veins on his hands and arms. He, too, had loosened his tie and undid the top couple buttons, and she could see how his neck flexed.

Stop it. That's something so silly to be turned on by. She mentally scolded herself.

But she couldn't stop thinking about kissing up his neck and how it would feel to have his hands on her body. How his arms would flex as he pulled her closer. How his lips would feel on hers. How he might taste. She wondered how he would touch her. If he'd be rough or gentle. She'd be perfectly fine with either, but knowing him, it'd probably be the latter.

Her eyes unfocused as something Lavender said popped into her head.

"Do you see the way he looks at you? He definitely likes you back."

She wanted so desperately for that to be true. But she couldn't handle his rejection if he didn't feel the same way. Their friendship means too much to her to jeopardize it over some silly crush.

At some point, he felt her eyes on him, and he looked over at her to see her deep in thought.

Without thinking, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

She broke out of her thoughts and looked up at him. His fingers lingered on her cheek a moment too long to be considered friendly. She noticed the way he looked at her just then. Saw how his pupils were dilated, so much so that she almost couldn't see the vibrant green of his eyes.

He went to pull away, flustered, but before he could, she reached her hand up and held his hand there by his wrist.

He looked, really looked at her, and saw how her own eyes were blown wide. He didn't see any sign of uncomfortability. In fact, she was entirely at ease. Surprising, since she wasn't fond of enclosed spaces.

She reached her other hand up tentatively, holding the side of his neck as her thumb brushed his jaw.

She stepped closer to him.

He was slouched slightly, enough that her face was just about level to his. His legs spread just enough for her to stand in between.

She was so close now. He threaded his fingers through her curls, holding the base of her head. Once she was sure he wouldn't pull away, she brought her hand that previously held his wrist up to grip his shirt.

He hadn't noticed until then that he unconsciously brought his other hand to her waist when she stepped closer.

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" Hermione whispered, her brown eyes boring into his.

He didn't need to be told twice, moving his hand on her waist to her lower back to pull her closer, using his other hand that held her neck to pull her into a kiss.

Hermione was surprised that line worked, still not entirely sure that he felt the same. But the way he held her and pulled her closer should have been evidence enough.

All either of them could think about was the other's lips on theirs.

Harry's hand slipped from her curls to her hip, pulling her flush against him.

Hermione whimpered, clutching the collar of his shirt in her hands and deepening the kiss.

They didn't pull away until they absolutely had to. Harry leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. He still wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a dream.

She kissed him again, not as gently as he'd kissed her. He felt her convey her need through the kiss, and he ground his hips against hers, eliciting a gasp which he used to push his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned, digging her nails into his chest, pulling a groan from him.

When she pulled away for air, he kissed down her jaw to her neck.

She let out a breathy moan, "Harry." she whispered.

A pleasant feeling, almost tingly, ran down his spine upon hearing his name fall from her lips in such a way, and he wanted to hear it again.

"Harry," she said again, pulling his lips from her neck to look at him.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He muttered.

She smiled, nuzzling her nose against his. "Now, you can."

"As much as I've enjoyed our time in this cupboard, I don't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing their plan worked." He said mischievously.

She smirked. "Well, they should be coming back in..." She grabbed his hand to look at the time, "About 10 minutes. Enough time to put ourselves back together before they come let us out."

"One more." He said before pulling her into another kiss.

She smiled and kissed him back.

"How long until one of them blurts out that we like each other." She teased.

He smirked. "I don't think they'll make it past Christmas."

"Hmm," she hummed, "I think once they get back from Christmas break and see that "nothing" happened, even though I plan on staying at school, then they'll tell us."

"Oh? Since when did you decide not to go home?" He asked.

"Since now. That way, we'll have some alone time." She smiles.

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.

She playfully rolled her eyes and smacked his chest lightly. "Help me put my jumper back on."

He hummed. "I'm kind of enjoying the view."

"I never said we weren't going to pick up where we left off later."

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Thank you all so much for all the love on the previous parts, it means the world to me.

There will be more coming out, but as of right now, I'm in the middle of moving houses, so I might not have a whole lot of time to write.

Make sure to leave a comment, like, or reblog!

Xoxo 🫶❤️

@flowerhowellsworld @dr-doo

[bee-kathony]

That’s Amore | Tales From Fraser’s Ridge

This is a collection of tales about characters that live on Fraser’s Ridge in North Carolina. Most stories are set after or during the book ‘Drums of Autumn’ by Diana Gabaldon. Missing moments I thought would fit in nicely, mostly a look into the domestic simple days of our favorite characters, it’s the little things isn’t it?

Part 1: Tell Me About the Bicycle | Claire & Jamie Part 2: A Song From the Past | Roger & Bree Part 3: Let Me Wash You | Claire & Jamie feat. Bree (briefly) Part 4: Reminiscing | Claire & Bree Part 5: Happy Birthday Sassenach | Claire & Jamie feat. Jenny, Ian, Rachel, Roger, Bree, Jem & Mandy Part 6: By the Fireside | Jenny & Bree Part 7: Saturation | Claire & Jamie (wee bit of Roger & Bree) Part 8: That’s Amore | Claire, Jamie, Roger, Bree, Jem, The Bug’s

PART 8: THAT’S AMORE

I sank down on my knees, careful not to get too much dirt on the hem of my newly washed dress as I started plucking tomatoes off the vine. Bree wanted to make pizza, she said her and Roger had missed it and that she thinks she could make a good version of it in this century. With only a few modifications to the ingredients like sheep’s milk for the cheese, as it would melt easier than the cheese we usually kept. I put five large tomatoes in my basket and found the fresh basil that would help enrich the flavours. She asked for garlic too, I had plenty of that already somewhere in my surgery as it was helpful for dressing wounds.

Jamie was up at the makeshift distillery where we brewed our own whiskey, gathering a barrel of cider he had made a few weeks ago to pair with our pizza. I let Bree be in charge of the crust, she had already started kneading the dough when I came out to collect the rest of the ingredients.

I stood up, grabbing my basket and checking to make sure I had what I needed. It was Jamie, Bree, Roger, Jem and I, along with the Bugs who would be eating pizza tonight. I calculated that between Jamie, Roger and Arch Bug we would most likely need three large pizzas to feed us all.

“Sassenach!” Jamie called, meeting me on my way up to the Big House, his arms wrapped around the barrel of cider. “What exactly is Bree cookin’ tonight… this ‘pizza’?” The way that ‘pizza’ sounded coming out of Jamie’s mouth made me laugh, his thick Scottish accent making it sound more like ‘peesa’.

“It’s basically a bread base, covered with a tomato sauce and then topped with cheese that melts when you cook it. You can put almost anything on pizza like different meats, vegetables and some people even put pineapple on it! Although I find that rather disgusting… who puts pineapple on pizza?” I stuck my tongue out and pretended to gag, making Jamie look at me with a worried expression. “I dinna know what pineapple taste like Sassenach but from the look on ye’re face, I may never want to taste it.” Jamie said as I opened the door, smelling the wood that had begun to burn in the small oven.

I walked into the kitchen, Jamie following closely behind, “Oh pineapple by itself is very good, sweet and juicy. Just not with pizza.” I said, setting down my basket and letting Bree take a look. Jamie set down the cider on the table and walked back over to me.

He patted my bum and leaned in, whispering “I do know what else is sweet and juicy Sassenach and I think I shall be wantin’ that for dessert.” I pursed my lips at him and hit him playfully on the arm, “We’ll see about that.”

“Mama, these tomatoes look great! Can you start crushing them to make the sauce? And then Da would you mind checking that Roger found the cheese alright? I asked him to get it about ten minutes ago.” Bree ordered us to our stations, Jamie departed with a quick kiss to each of our foreheads and I crushed the tomatoes, mixing in a few spices like salt, pepper and oregano I had got while trading for medicine the last time we where in Cross Creek.

“This was a very good idea Bree, the pizza. It will be a treat to eat something that hasn’t been simmering in a pot all day.” I grimaced, the amount of stew and soups I had consumed this past winter was astonishing and I would be glad to never eat it again.

Bree turned to me, hands dusted in flour, “It was Roger’s idea really, we were thinking of things we missed like coke and beer and what goes better with those than pizza?” She smiled and started forming the dough into a large round circle. I was so grateful to have Bree here but often when she spoke of our own time it brought sadness to my heart. If only there was a way to bring all the good things from our century to this one, mixing the best of our times together.

I brought the bowl of crushed tomatoes over to Bree, hoping it would work for the sauce. Just then Roger and Jamie walked through the door, Jamie holding the sheep’s cheese and Roger with guitar in hand.

“Singing tonight are we?” I glanced at the guitar as Roger placed it leaning against the wall. “Oh I have a song in mind.” He grinned a devilish grin and walked over to Bree, placing one arm around her waist and pulling her close to him.

“Jem is with the Bug’s down in the cabin, they said they’ll bring him up in time for pizza. Although they weren’t quite sure what to make of what I told them pizza was.” He clicked his tongue, grabbing the remaining dough and helping Bree form another circle shape.

“I hope this cider will be alright, it was brewed only a few weeks ago so it may not be ready yet.” Jamie said, resting his arm on top of said cider. I walked over to him and stood in between his legs, placing my arms on his shoulders. “I’m sure it will be fine Jamie, it always is.” I gave him a quick kiss and went over to help Bree finish up the pizzas.

It took us some clever thinking but eventually we got the pizza into the oven. Without something flat like a spatula to transfer the pizza in the oven, we ended up all putting our hands under the dough and carrying it. The smell began to waft through the house, making my stomach growl.

“Did that sound come from ye mo nighean donn?” Jamie asked, placing his large hand across my belly. “Yes, I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.” I laughed.

“Dinna eat my horse Sassenach, but take a shot at Clarence if ye must.” He joked and began to rub small circles against my stomach. “Hey, I like Clarence, even if he greets everyone a bit too loudly, he’s the best mule there ever was.” Jamie kissed me, licking my bottom lip. I pulled away just as the Bug’s came in with Jem running to jump in Roger’s arms.

“Ooh ye’re getting heavy Jemmy” Roger huffed, swinging Jem back and forth by the arms, his legs dangling and threatening to hit anyone in close proximity. Bree gave Roger a side eyed glance and Roger promptly stopped swinging Jem and placed him on the bench in front of the table.

“We must behave Jem,” Roger grinned, his back ramrod straight and he crossed his eyes, making Jem burst into a fit of giggles.

“The pizza is almost ready everyone! I’m just waiting on the last one to finish cooking and then we can eat.” Bree said, looking into the oven one more time to check the progress. “Da, do you mind filling everyone’s cups with cider?”

Jamie nodded and walked over to the barrel, I followed behind him and handed him glass after glass until everyone had a drink in front of him. Jem of course had milk, he was a bit young to drink the cider obviously although I had caught Jamie giving him a sip or two out of his cup a few too many times in the past.

Mrs. Bug helped us carry the pizza over to the table and Bree pulled out her Swiss Army knife, “This should do the job, since we don’t have a pizza cutter.” She said proudly and started slicing the pizza into eight even slices. I had to hold back my laugh as I watched the curious gazes and “oohs and aahs” from the Bugs and Jamie as they watched Bree slice up the pizza. Who knew pizza would be such an interesting thing?

I picked up a slice of pizza and took a bite, instantly regretting it as it was still piping hot from the oven and scalded my mouth. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!” I shouted and stuck my tongue out. Everyone at the table gave me odd looks and then eyed the pizza with sudden disgust.

“Oh no! The pizza is delicious, nothing wrong with it except the temperature. Eat up everyone.” I said reassuring the table, “It’s really alright” I said to Jamie as he picked up the slice and bit off the smallest bite ever known to man.

“It is good Sassenach, well done Brianna.” He smiled and then took a normal sized bite, finishing another two slices in quick succession. We drank and ate until there was nothing left but crumbs on the table, pizza had now become a Ridge favourite and I suspected we would be making it more often.

Roger stood up from the table and picked up his guitar, adjusting his hands on the strings he began to play a familiar tune.

“What’s that song Mackenzie?” Jamie asked, pouring more cider into everyone’s cups.

Roger grinned at me and Bree and began singing, “When a moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore, when the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore…”

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Hunt Me Down (9)🔞

Humans are confusing creatures.

Tags/warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, deal with it, it's not Alcoria and not Prey oops, size difference because deal with it part 2, kook has a split tongue oops, also sharp teeth be careful cause he bites

Additional Chapter Warnings: I present to you: smut, protected sex we wrap it even on other planets- or in this case kook be on the pill (dw its explained in the part), it's messy yall what do you want from me, size kink, biting, manhandling oops, steamy foreplay, listen he really likes making out ok, thigh riding, he ruins her top oops², split tongue because yes he goes down on her with it, listen this entire chapter is basically just straight up porn I'm not sorry

Chapter length: mid/long

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Jungkook is not innocent.

He's had his fair share of experiences in the past- some better than others, but at the end of the day, none of it was ever something special to him. And for the longest time, he didn't understand why humans made such a big deal out of it- sure, it felt good, it was the key to move your own genes to the next generation and keep a piece of you alive in your children- but that's about it.

And now, there's you.

He's never had a problem with controlling his urges or thoughts- but lately, with you, it's been more than difficult.

You're tempting him so often these days, with your body, behavior, your smell and the way you move- it's insane to him how much he wants you. And while he knows he's certainly ready himself, he doesn't want to be intrusive- so he waits.

But God, is it painful to wait.

Right now, he's kissing you in your apartment on earth; on a visit to help you take apart furniture and pack all your things, since you've decided to move to cepheid with him. It's sparked something primal within him to have you give up your own home to be with him. It's like you're showing him just how serious you take this.

And he's drunk on the thought of you ready to commit yourself to him.

No one's ever done what you did; neither have they had this effect on him, nor did they ever cherish and look after him with such honest feelings in mind. He feels so cared for with you, so safe, even though in his culture it should be him protecting you. Instead, he feels as if you're doing that.

'Making out' is what your kind calls it.

And he loves it, enjoys the closeness of it all, likes the fact that he can have you like this. You've done this quite a lot these days; and he feels like it's a sign from you that you're ready for this next step as well- if your slow change from simply kissing to moving your hips in a very distinctive manner was anything to go by.

He's sure he could come undone from this stimulation alone.

You're definitely aware of your effect on him- and it's instinct for him almost, as he handles your legs so you sit on his thigh instead, one look all it takes for you to move on your own. The sight of you like this will forever be burned into his mind; focused on him, yet your eyes almost seem hazy with lust, something he'd only ever imagined in his almost embarrassing moments of weakness in the privacy of his own home without you. But here you are, looking like the very definition of sin every ancient telling of his culture warns about.

He can smell your growing arousal, but even if he couldn't, it's hard to ignore it when you're moving your hips over his legs with a clear goal in mind. He could happily just take this without ever getting anything in return- but he's also a little selfish.

"I want you." He almost growls between his kiss with you, lips barely parting from yours.

"You have me?" You joke out of breath, and he shakes his head, swallowing hard.

"No, not in the way I'd like to have you." He mumbles, a question covered up, but you understand him nonetheless.

"Then.. why not?" You ask, and he nods after a moment, before he picks you up with ease, bringing you in the bedroom that's already filled with boxes of your clothes and belongings, all things ready to be soon shipped towards cepheid, to find their new home in his. The thought alone of your presence and scent filling his own place back on his home planet only fuels his desire, and he doesn't even realize it for a moment before it's already happened- your shirt torn apart instead of pulled over your head. "That was a nice shirt." You pout, making him scoff above you, before he kisses and bites at your neck.

"Fuck that thing." He mumbles against your skin, and its the first time you hear him talk like this. He makes quick work of your underwear, something you help him with because you actually really like that set, and his behavior makes it clear that he doesn't care about any of your clothing's worth at this point.

Hands explore your now uncovered skin as soon as they can, mouth licking over one of your breasts before he chuckles when he sees your flustered face. In the dimly lit bedroom he really looks like a predator; bright eyes reflecting the light every now and then, pupils small and hair wild ontop of his head. He sheds his own clothes quickly, revealing the tattoos that you've seen glimpses of every here and there- but also scars, something you've expected since his job isn't quite office standard- something that also explains his trained physique.

"Look at you..." he hums out, hand reaching to play with your very clear arousal between your legs, before he starts to reach his fingers inside, thumb rolling your pearl with teasing motions, making you squirm.

He decides he likes that reaction. A lot.

He licks his lips and notices the way you look at him do it- and he can't help but smile impishly. He's not stupid- this isn't his first time with a human, after all.

So when he moves you around, he eagerly goes down on you with no hesitation, your taste seemingly only fueling his own desire in this situation as he effortlessly keeps your legs open no matter how hard your body jerks and squirms from his antics. You never understood that whole kink-scene around his kind;

But you start to see the appeal of it.

"K-kook-!" You warn, and he looks at you, slowing down as if to tease, and you grip the sheets. "No no no don't stop please-" you gasp out, and what kind of partner would he be if he denied you anything?

Not when you ask so sweetly.

The way you cum is so beautiful to him, he can't help but stare. He can't help but want to see it again, and not by his tongue, or his hands.

He gives you time to catch your breath, before he leads the leaking head of his length to run through your slick folds. "Jungkook-"

"Dont worry." He tells you. "I'm on contraceptives. A child would be very much rushed at this stage in our partnership, no?" He chuckles, and you want to ask him what he means by contraceptives- but he's already pushing inside, stretching you slowly and carefully.

Yeah, that's definitely a question for later.

He's careful, backing out every bit he manages to get deeper, waiting for you to tell him to stop- especially when he can pretty much see his own cock move inside you- but you don't. It's when he can feel slight resistance that he stops, and you catch your breath for a second. "D-dont like.. ah- don't go th-" you try to explain, but he simply leans down to kiss the side of your face with a small laugh.

"I understand, don't worry." He tells you. He's drunk on the sight, on the feeling, on the fact that he's actually this close to you. "I'd never hurt you." When he finally moves you gasp, throwing your head back while he holds onto your hips, his own breathing heavy as he tries to keep his pace steady and slow. He slips out of you for a moment, laying on his back where you follow him, situating yourself back into place before you sink down on him the best you can. It's quite hilarious to him how he's never thought of this specific position before- but he already loves it.

His arms wrap around your back while you now control the pace- a lot faster and ruthless than he would've thought to be suitable for you, considering the size difference between the two of you. He can feel your shared arousal between your bodies, but he can't care about the mess you're making right now at all. With the way he's holding onto you while you're whining into his ear, breathlessly so- there's absolutely no way he could spend any thought on that.

If anything, it's good- you're gonna be covered in his scent after all of this.

It's only when he feels you become tired that he takes over again- turning you both around and making you giggle from the slight whiplash you're getting- a sound that makes him smile as well, before he chases after your highs together again. He's faster now, more eager now that he knows how you like it- and it makes you gasp as your high crashes over you, curling your toes and making your legs shake.

He holds onto you, before he slips out, holding your legs both over his left shoulder, while he guides his length between your soft thighs- slick skin making it easy to move for him. The sounds of skin against skin and his own slight grunts now echo in the room, before he groans out, cumming heavy on your stomach- some of it even reaching your chest that's still rising and falling quickly, your body trying to catch its breath again.

He lets go of your legs, before licking his lips at the sight of you; spread out underneath him, glowing in the now moonlight that's shining outside, his own cum and slick staining your body. "I'm.. too tired to wash up." You humble sleepily, and he chuckles, visibly uncaring of any fluids as he holds you close.

"We can clean up a little later." He explains to you. "You seemed confused about something earlier." He asks, and you nod.

"You said you're on contraceptives?" You ask, and he nods.

"Isn't that a thing here on earth too? I believe for your kind, it is only the females who take medication to prevent pregnancy." He mumbles against your skin, and you nod, while his hand runs over your skin. "For my kind, it's available for both genders." He simply answers, and you nod, understanding.. most of it.

But then again, you're still hardly conscious to really understand anything.

"Come on now." He chuckles, kissing the bite mark on your shoulder from him. "As much as I love you being covered in my scent, we should probably clean up the room and ourselves now." He proposes. "I'll assist you, don't worry." He chuckles when he sees your exhausted face.

And you laugh, thankful for his help.

Even if he can't help but make you come undone inside the bathtub once more.

[rosecoloreddesire]

My Devil In Disguise, pt. 3

Surprises of Grandeur; Chapter 3 

Austin! Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed...it turns out she's a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

Chapter 4 here!

Warnings: swearing, yelling, steamy chapter, 50′s racial standards in music, Colonel Tom Parker, proofread 80 times and still not sure it makes sense. 

Notes: Hi 'yall! Sorry this chapter took so long to come out! I have the source here that I used for this chapter :) I hope that the next chapter will be a bit faster haha! If anything doesn’t fully make sense right now it will be elaborated on in the chapter 4! Thanks again for all the support, lovies! Chapter 1 here! 

“I’m gonna have to tell you, Darlin’. My shirt looks so much better on your body…” Elvis’ words trail off as he stared at Annalise’s body wearing his dark blue shirt. He traced the buttons on the shirt as he stalked closer to her.

“E-Elvis, I’m sorry I just didn’t. I didn’t think-“ Annalise stuttered as Elvis locked the door. His arms wrapping around her waist as her body shivered against him. Annalise felt foreign in her own body as she gazed at Elvis in the dark room. Lit only by the pale full moon behind his curtains. Elvis looked like he was staring down his prey and god did it make Annalise’s skin blaze with heat.

“I won’t do anything, baby. Just please let me kiss you again. God damn,” He sat next to her on the bed as he lead her to him. He searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort,” You are stunnin’, little mama.” His large hand slipped through her hair and pulled it gently back. His control seemed to leave his body the minute a small whimper left her lips. Their lips collided as Elvis gripped her body firmly. Like she wasn’t already pressed up against his heated body as close as it possibly could be. His lips were passionate and commanding as Annalise struggled to catch up. Annalise had just had her very first kiss with Elvis just a couple hours ago and here she was being pawed at like she was a life saving cure. A cure to the burning desire in Elvis’ system. He all but growled into her mouth. His grip on her hips almost bruising. She pushed him away slightly. 

“E-Elvis, relax. I’m n-not goin’ nowhere. You’re kissin’ me like a rabid animal,” Elvis pulled back, blush evident as he shyly chuckled. Annalise laid as Elvis panted on top of her, ”Not that I h-hate it or nothin’.” He laughed and lifted his hand from behind her head. His finger tracing her lips softly as she giggled, breathlessly.

“God damn, baby. I-I couldn’t hold myself back . Shit,” He leant down and kissed her softly even though his body was telling him to completely ravage the angel beneath him. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath, "You really are a devil in disguise, Annalise Snow. Lord knows what you done to me.”  His breath was heavy as he explained. Annalise grinned, a teasing lilt as she spoke. 

“Well, Mister Presley, I would never! You know my daddy always said I was a gift from the lord? That my voice was heaven sent itself?” Elvis seemed to ogle her as she spoke. Her hair was all around his pillow like a halo around her head. Her cheeks were flushed and her doe eyes were wide and wild. Her lips were red and glossy from his lips...god she was created by the Devil himself...

“Darlin’, you know it’s not nice to lie. Lord, you look,” He trailed off as he stole a kiss once more. His lips over took hers, even greedier than the last one. He was scared that if he let her go and stopped holding her body so close to his...she would be gone in an instant. That he’d open his eyes and she’d be back with her daddy in Louisiana. He groaned as he felt her tongue swipe against his bottom lip,” Damnit I gotta stop myself-” She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and held him close as she whispered. 

“What’s wrong with a little kissin’, Mister Presley? You give me a fever when you kiss me..” She sang the last part as she pulled Elvis down towards her. He bit his lip, stifling another groan. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t kiss her again. She slipped her hand up behind his head curling her finger around a lock of his raven hair. 

“H-Hey, doll. We should go to bed. I-I’ve got some surprises for you this week,” She continued to stare up at him, just listening but hell she looked so good,” Annalise, baby, lemme speak. Screw it-” He inhales and crashes his lips onto hers. She whimpers into his mouth as his tongue delves into hers. He pulls away to pepper kisses on her neck. His teeth scrape against the sensitive part of her neck and she lets out a soft broken moan. Elvis finds it in himself to pull away for the final time to look at the state of Annalise. She looked even more like a goddess lying on his bed, moaning. 

“E-Elvis,” her chest heaved as she tried to catch up on her breathing,” I think I’m-” 

“Elvis, I know it’s late but I was hopin’ you’d let me talk to Miss Snow before we show her Graceland tomorrow. I still wanna be her-” Annalise’s wild night is interrupted by her best friends dad...again. His knock louder than the last. Elvis seems to not even register the Colonel as he continued to trail his kisses to the top of her shirt. His head clouded with just Annalise and only her as he unbuttoned the top button. Elvis took a deep breath. He held a finger to her lips and smirked. He pulled his covers over her as he stood up. 

“Hey, Colonel. She’s asleep right now. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” His southern drawl sounding deeper than usual. It looked like Mr. Parker was trying to get in the room. She could feel herself getting nervous. Talk about what? He shut the door and laid next to Annalise. 

“What did he mean Graceland? What,” Elvis grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to his body. He closed his eyes as she huffed,” Elvis, you know how I feel about surprises and when you’re lyin’. C’mon you can just tell me these things, Elvis. I know you ain’t sleepin’!” She cuddled into his chest as he kept his eyes closed. She sighed and left a kiss on his neck, making Elvis shiver in the process. 

“I’m takin’ you to see it in the mornin’, baby. No need to huff and puff. I’m takin’ you extra early now ‘cause you can’t keep your lips to yourself, sweetheart.” His voice becoming veiled with sleep. She giggled and snuggled into his arms, closing her eyes as well. Graceland? What the hell could that be? 

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“You’re kiddin’! Elvis...a pink Cadillac?! I thought you were savin’ that money for a house! O-Or a place in Hollywood like you always wanted!” Annalise was surprised to say the least. She ran her hand along the interior of the car as Elvis drove them to the next surprise. She’d only seen celebrities driving these. What kind of money did Elvis have? She knew Elvis’ albums were selling like hot cakes but not this quickly. 

“H-Hey don’t be yellin’ at me yet, darlin’. I know what I’m doin’ and Colonel has been helpin’ me too.” He smiled at her skeptical gaze. He grasped her hand as they made a turn. Annalise’s stomach churned as they came upon what could be called a castle. Boxes and cars littered the front lawn. People coming in and out of the front door like clockwork.

“Elvis Aaron Presley! You bought a house?! It’s enormous! Oh my god I-” She's interrupted by seeing her own clothes in boxes and Vernon taking them into the house. She turned slowly and met his nervous stare. 

“I-I knew you’d worry too much about it if I told you I bought all this. I-I wanna take care of my family. That includes you too...i-if you wanna go steady with me, of course.” Annalise felt her jaw drop she never thought she’d be kissing Elvis let alone even living her life with him. She was in awe...she would’ve thought her daddy would’ve tracked her down and taken her home by now but here she was...Elvis Presley’s girlfriend. 

“Y-You sure? I-I don’t want your image to go sour if we ever get found out, Elvis. I-I can’t thank you enough for makin’ a girl feel special but-” A kiss cuts her rambling. She squeaks softly into his mouth as he chuckles. He slips a hand behind her head and pulls her closer. 

“I’m so sure ‘bout you, Snow. I honestly think I’d ruin your image if we got found out.” She cocked her head to the side in confusion as he laughed,” You are Hank Snow’s Conservative Lass! You just recorded a song about kissin’ that I sang. Lord, if the press don’t think I’m deflowerin’ your image? They are lackin’.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips and gets out of the car. 

“Oh Annalise! Let me show you how gorgeous this place is! I can’t believe this is the roof over our heads now! I-I told Elvis it was too much! ” Gladys took Annalise’s hands and lead her into the front door as Vernon continued picking up boxes. As they made their way into the main foyer, Annalise stopped herself. 

“M-Mrs. Presley what is all that?” Her hand became clammy and she didn’t know if Gladys could feel it as the older woman’s grip tightened. There stood Tom Parker and piles and piles of things with Elvis’ face on them. 

“I call it Merchandise! Your face on every conceivable object! Including teddy bears, perfume, busts-”

“Of questionable likeness.” Vernon chuckles.

“An Elvis Presley Game,” He waved the game in Annalise's face as he smiled,” Something so everyone can show their love.” He placed the ‘I LIKE ELVIS’ button in her hand and winked. A violent chill ran through her body. He knew.

“I Hate Elvis.” Gladys was still holding Annalise’s hand and she turned 

“Yes, I Hate Elvis. What is hate worth if it’s free?” 

“The Snowman strikes again!”

“W-Why is there makeup with my face on it? Berets with A’s on ‘em? A-And a doll of both of us?” Annalise picked up the items in horror. She looked at Elvis in shock as he sat down next to his dad. 

“I like the idea, Annalise. What’s wrong?” Her jaw all but dropped at his nonchalant tone.

“I don’t know if you remember Elvis but Mr. Parker made you break up with Dixie over these fans! What happens when I’m selling under Elvis Presley Enterprises,” Annalise picks up a pillow that says ‘Fever Through the Night’ with a picture of her and Elvis’ faces on it,” I-I don’t think I can do this. This is too much, y’all.” She looked to Gladys for support and she placed a hand on her back nodding. To say Annalise was terrified was a huge understatement. Elvis let out a sigh and looked to Colonel.

“W-Wait Elvis Presley Enterprises? I was supposed to sign you under me as your manager? I see no updates in our papers, Miss Snow?” The older gentleman wrung his hands together almost nervous. Who could let this second biggest star roll past him? Not when he could make twice the money!

“I-I made a choice. Y’all could use my likeness and I could still perform a-and record with Elvis. However,” she took a big breath and closed her eyes,” I-I ain’t no big shot like Elvis Presley. A-And I wanted to go back to my roots, ya know? I asked B.B King.” The silence that followed was deafening. Annalise felt tense as she waited for the arguing to ensue. 

“You and B.B will be unstoppable, baby! I can’t wait to see what y’all can do! M-Maybe B.B will finally be recognized for more than his skin color! When did y-“ Elvis stood up with only to be separated by a cane in between the two. The colonel looked furious as he took in Annalise’s shaking figure. 

“Miss Snow, you can’t be managed by a colored singer? He’ll get you killed! At least under my management you-“ Annalise scoffed and turned around abruptly. Her anger rising to a level she couldn’t control.

“I don’t get it! Why can’t I? Just because of they skin they don’t get paid? They get their tour buses shot at? They get fed rotten god damn’ food! I can’t even go to a concert for any of his friends because their concerts? If I so much as look at them they can get arrested,” she starts to tear up and looks at Elvis instead of the Colonel,” Elvis, please be on my side for this!” Her tone wavered as she looked helplessly at the silent man. 

“Keep your manager. No one gets to know and people assume I’m your manager, all right? Though I get a cut of your first few record royalties? Then you’ve got a deal, Miss Snow! Just know that that man will never see the amount of money you and Elvis will ever make!” Annalise agreed and just wanted to be as far as possible from Mr. Parker. Gladys lead her to what was Glady and Vernon’s bedroom. She could hear his bellowing laugh as she walked away. 

“I-I don’t like that man, Annalise. I think what you’re doin’ is going to change the music industry as we know it! Just like my booby.”   She wrapped her arms around the sobbing red head and shushed her. Her hand smoothing down the curls that laid frizzy on Annalise’s head. She rocked back and forth as Annalise continued to cry.

“I just want- I just,” she took a deep shaky breath,” I want them to know why Elvis does what he does. Why he sings those songs like no one else can! How music can bring us all together! I’m gettin’ tears all over you, Mrs. Presley! I’m sorry.” She starts to get up but Gladys pulls her back to her chest.

“Don’t apologize, sweet pea. This is your chance to shine. You are gonna do it brightly for me and for Elvis, right? You’re a part of the family now, ya hear me?“ Gladys chuckled as tears welled up in her eyes seeing the smile that graced Annalise’s tear stained face.

“Thank you, Mrs. Presley. I-I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” She hugged the older woman right as they both rose to their feet.

“Now c’mon, sweet pea. We’ll get your room settled.” Annalise let Gladys take her hand again and she feels like she can breathe for a minute. Maybe she did make the right choice. Maybe being at Graceland was going to change all their lives for the better. Even if that Parker was involved.

“Get that damn pillow out of here, booby! You know Annalise didn’t like it earlier!” Gladys picks up the aforementioned pillow and throws it at her son. Her other hand still gripping Annalise’s. Annalise didn’t know why Gladys clung to her so much but she wouldn’t complain. It felt safe. The safest she’s felt really.

“I-I’m sorry. I just thought Anna looked real sweet in the picture. I didn’t mean to tease.” Elvis felt like it was two against one and he was correct.

“Now I’m gonna let her get her stuff unpacked and you let her. No funny business, Elvis.” She hugged Annalise and left the pair alone.

“Sometimes I think my mama loves you more than me. Lord, I don’t blame her though.” Annalise rolled her eyes pushing him back a little. He mocked being wounded and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Annalise giggled and threw a bow from one of the many boxes at him.

“Hush now. I gotta unpack. I don’t wanna talk about today. I just wanna be happy for you buying this house.” Elvis sighed, slipping his hands around her waist. Her back facing towards him as she hides away from him. He smiled and felt at peace with her in his arms.

“Baby, I know what you’re doing. I support you. This is gonna change everything we stand for. Don’t listen to the colonel he’s not always right, ya know?“ He whispered into her neck and began to place soft kisses once again. Annalise smiled and leaned back into the taller man. His bright blue eyes gleaming with adoration.

“Elvis?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I love you.”

[purplelalaland]

—Waiting On You—

SKZ+reader - College SKZ smau: crack, angst, steamy, mature.

Chapter 22. Don’t make me regret this

Warnings: Swearing,

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a/n: HELLOOOO!!! How are yall doing after this eventful weekend? can you believe we are having a come back??!!!!! These couple of days have been a roller coaster and because I am in such a great mood I decided to post earlier and post not one but two chapters!! I hope you all enjoy!!! STAY safe and healthy!!

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[no-droids]

OKAY first off that chapter of rough day was amazing and beautifully written and it really made the trauma of the season 2 finale less hurtful haha but all I can think of now is the steamy rough sex the readers gonna have after Din is done “hunting” her *flashback to Naboo when he chased her down after she hit him* I can’t wait

Literally I’ve been secretly planning this arc for so long JDNFNDJDND HOLY SHIT I CANNOT WAIT ITS FINALLY HEREEE

Lmfaoo jkjk i think I might actually head out soon and start writing this next part so y’all can have it all the sooner!!!!! I’ll be back on tomorrow I promise yall I hope you enjoy reading🥰🥰🥰

[jeonjeonggukenergy]

Anti-Hero

summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, smut - college!au

wordcount ~ 8.5k

warnings ~ 18+ only! smut, explicit discussion of kinks/sexual preferences (yay healthy communication), dom/sub undertones during both discussion and sex (dom Jungkook, sub reader), mentions of daddy kink and degradation but both are a no, marking, biting, hair pulling, spanking, they both have a srs pain kink lmao, brief oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie

a/n ~ SO excited to finally have this chapter out for yall! it’s a huge one and i’ve been working on it for quite a while, this includes the first full smut scene for this fic and i would love to know how yall like it or any other feedback. i really enjoyed writing the character development in this chapter too! they’re so cute and whipped for each other already hhhhhh. thank you so much for loving this story so far, i’m really looking forward to writing the rest. hope you enjoy! ❣️

previous: chapter 1 | chapter 2 ~ next: chapter 4 (coming soon!) 

~ read on ao3 ~

CHAPTER 3 ~ particular, perfect

You concluded your walk home by ditching your shoes at the door, swinging your bag off your shoulders to the floor, and plopping down onto the couch immediately. Pulling all three nearby blankets over yourself, you realized you still weren't quite comfortable. You looked around for a second, puzzled, until an absentminded clutch of your boobs reminded you why. Triumphantly, you reached into a sleeve to untangle your bra and chucked it across the room with a deep stretch of relief. Okay, time to overthink again.

Jungkook? What the fuck?

Wait. A bag of chips on the kitchen counter caught your eye before you could descend any further into panic. The perfect emotional crutch. You clutched it to your chest like a safeguard against your own internal monologue, anxiously shoving handful after handful into your mouth. After about thirty minutes spent motionless on the couch with one hand shoved in the chip bag and the other distractedly scrolling through Twitter, your eyes suddenly widened and your hand froze, dropping your next bite of chips back into the bag. Fuck. You had just eaten nearly an entire family-size bag of chips before what could end up being your first fuck in over a year. Well, maybe this was part of why you hadn't gotten fucked in over a year. No, don't go there. You shoved down your own insecurity, knowing you'd just been too busy for a relationship and honestly, probably still were. But that wasn't going to stop you today.

You shook the chip dust off of your hands and got up to head to the shower, turning up your trashiest throwback playlist of getting-ready bops and resolving to at least shave your legs. Going in with no expectations was probably the best strategy here, but it never hurt to be prepared.

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Having cleaned his apartment in record time, Jungkook was now at the gym. After triple-checking that his roommate Jin would be in rehearsal until 10pm at the earliest, he quickly scanned all the common spaces and his bedroom and realized he didn't actually have that much work to do besides politely closing the door to Jin's still-decent-but-somewhat-messier room. To be honest, Jungkook had mainly bought himself the time after class so he could shave just in case. But then he figured if he had to shower, he might as well hit the gym first. So here he was, burning off an unprecedented amount of nervous energy. Settling comfortably into the leg curl machine, he turned his music up and started on a low weight to put in reps until his thighs burned and his head felt pleasantly empty.

After completing his normal leg day rotation and dutifully stretching, Jungkook prepared to head home. He walked out of the gym feeling more energized and centered, barely even flinching when he switched his AirPods off to say bye to the nice girl at the front desk and the action accidentally blasted "Whistle" by Flo Rida from his phone speaker for the whole lobby to hear. As he walked back into his apartment, the kitchen clock let him know it was only 4:30. He had plenty of time. Jungkook hopped straight into the shower, shampooing his hair, shaving everywhere he normally did, and savoring several extra moments to relax his muscles under the hot stream of water. Finally, he toweled off to wrap up in the black t-shirt and cozy matching sweatpants he'd carefully stacked on the counter. Offhandedly singing to himself in the steamy mirror, he checked the time on his phone, deciding he might as well go ahead and text you before he got nervous again and did something stupid. Like chickening out completely.

hey its jk! im ready when u are :) my apt is 344 glencoe rd #1521 (yes its on the 15th floor sry D: )

His charming old-school smileys lit up your phone while you still had a leg perched on the bathtub's edge.

"Fuck!" you reacted. The hiss resounded, thanks to the too-good acoustics of your cramped bathroom. Your razor clattering to the floor, you paused your max-volume 2000s music to check the message, and then the time. Only 5! That wasn't dinnertime yet. Plugging his address into Google Maps, though, you realized it was a 15- to 20-minute drive from yours on the opposite end of campus. Even if you got ready at light-speed, you would get there closer to 5:30. Which was a bit more reasonable. He was being reasonable! You should be ready by now!

You leaned over to pick up your razor and cursed again as the water stream grazed the blouse you'd left on out of laziness. You'd showered this morning, so there was no need to repeat that with your shave, but now you'd have to change outfits completely. Feeling like an idiot, naked from the waist down but now all the way wet, you peeled the shirt over your head slowly to preserve your good hair day and glanced down at the dilemma you'd been facing. The patch of hair between your legs stared back at you like the final boss of stupid societal beauty standards. You'd only shaved down there once, as an anniversary present for your first boyfriend the summer before college, and it had been a fun, smooth novelty for about two hours and then itchy, red, gross-looking, and miserable for about three weeks. Also, it had kind of made you feel like a little girl, which creeped you out when you thought about why guys would prefer it. You'd been debating whether to try it again for the past fifteen minutes, because if there was ever a right time, this was probably it. But now you didn't have time, if you were going to be respectful and not keep Jungkook waiting. Well, this was the real you. He could take it or leave it.

Slathering a quick coat of lotion over your freshly shaved legs, you prepared to get dressed in a soft pastel sweatshirt and a flattering pair of workout shorts. Wait, should you wear lingerie? Was that too try-hard? You didn't really even need to wear underwear with these lined shorts, which could be a cool-girl move, you supposed. You settled on a cute white sports bra to go with the shorts, not wanting to deal with a real bra and hoping it still appealed to Jungkook's casual, athletic style. You checked yourself in the mirror briefly before grabbing your bag, confirming you looked chill enough but still felt like your best color-coordinated self. Heading out, you shoved a tin of chrysanthemum green tea in your water bottle pocket. Why not?

~

You whizzed over to Jungkook's apartment, yelling along to "Sex With Me" by Rihanna from your throwback playlist to hype you up in the car. When you knocked on his door after a nerve-wrackingly long elevator ride, Jungkook welcomed you with a "C'mon in!" amidst a mouthful of shrimp chips.

"It's not really dinnertime yet," (yeah, no kidding, you thought) "I went ahead and worked out but it's still kind of early, so I figured we could just have a snack and do the homework first."

"Sounds good," you affirmed. "I'm not really that hungry," (read: there's no way I can eat chips AGAIN right now, I'm going to bloat so badly) "but I brought tea so I can go ahead and make that if you want some too!"

"Oh cool, thanks!" Jungkook accepted. "Are you sure you're not hungry though?"

You almost gave into his sweet pout, but managed to convince him, and soon you both sat at the table with laptops open and twin cups of tea. You had a blast working together for the first time, acting out your "conversation" for the discussion board and pretending to respond spontaneously to each other's points like you hadn't already excitedly rambled back and forth through them in real life. You hit "send" five minutes apart, your idea to not seem too suspicious, and kept raving over Rear Window in between. As the sun lowered outside his living room window, you moved on to making the ramen.

After three offers to help Jungkook, all of which he denied, you simply made another steep of the tea, leaving a mug on the counter for him. Standing at the bar counter sipping yours, you enjoyed all the tiny, cute noises he made while chopping green onions and sprinkling extra garlic in the seasoning, like an anime character who came with his own sound effects. You could tell he made these recipe additions every time, because bulk quantities of the same simple ingredients lined the counters of his cozy kitchen. When he beat two eggs and dropped them into the pot, though, he couldn't seem to find a lid, and eventually settled on trapping the steam with a plate. You both waited on the egg for a silent moment, your foot bouncing under the bar while Jungkook restlessly acquired a slight wiggle. As he took a sip of his tea, a strand of hair fell over his eyes, and he yeeted it out of his face. Your inner language nerd cringed, but there really was no more apt word to describe the action.

You offhandedly said you liked his hair long, and he replied with a smile, "Maybe I'll have to keep it then."

"Do you like it too?" you wondered.

"Honestly no, it's kind of inconvenient."

"Oh, then why would you keep it?" you immediately asked back.

"Well..." he dragged out. "You like it? Maybe I should keep it if it looks better this way."

Your eyes crinkled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness, but then you backtracked. "Wait, no, it's okay! If you don't like it, don't feel like you have to keep it just because of something I said. You can do whatever you want."

"Hm, yeah." A demure smile tugged up the corner of his mouth as he lifted the plate from the ramen pot.

You watched him drag a chopstick through the floating, now-cooked egg to tear it into ribbons, then divide the noodles between two generously-sized bowls. He carefully wiped down the drips of broth from each bowl before sprinkling in his fresh toppings, then walked with you to the table.

Serving you with a pleased smile and a slight nod, he announced, "Dinner!"

"Wow," you mused playfully. "So gourmet."

"I'm really particular about my ramen," he admitted. "I have it down to a perfect routine at this point."

You took your first slurp of his particular, perfect ramen. "Well, it's really good. I'm impressed. And thanks for making me dinner, you didn't have to do all that."

"Oh, come on, it's instant ramen," he laughed. "Nothing special. And you brought the tea, so thanks. And thanks for coming over. And doing the homework with me. And...yeah." Rambling again. Why did he seem so...nervous? You were nervous. He couldn't be nervous. What reason did he have to be? But the twitch of his mouth under his wide eyes, his slightly reddened ears, his hand skittering over his neck—fuck—to ruffle his hair...every action turned another page of his open book. It felt infuriatingly unfair that genetics had assigned someone so sweet and shy and unsure of himself to that fucking body.

While you both ate and talked, you kept catching glimpses of any small flashes of skin you could find, as his long sleeves fell to expose his forearms and the wide neckline of his boxy black shirt gaped around his collarbones. What was wrong with you? Even if this did eventually turn into a dick appointment, the boy still had literally all of his clothes on. You tried to refocus on finishing your noodles, while your brain screamed at itself in shame that you could get this turned on by the sight of someone covered from neck to ankle.

Jungkook ate surprisingly slowly, probably because he kept pausing to excitedly explain his favorite things about the Cowboy Bebop episode you were about to watch together. You smiled into your tea through every out-of-context fun fact and "wait, sorry, that might have been a spoiler!"

Finally, he reached the bottom of his bowl and insisted on both taking your dishes to the sink and leaving them for him to clean later. "You sure you want to start on episode 2? Not 1?"

"Yeah, I remember well enough and your summary helped a lot too!"

"Okay, if you're positive!" he double-checked, grabbing the remote.

Gingerly lowering yourselves to the couch in sync, you avoided looking at each other as you both tried to calculate a comfortable distance between you. His hand looked ready to either hold yours or lower to your thigh, but he retracted at the last second, smoothing it over his own leg anxiously and still clearly itching to make a move. You shuffled closer to him until your thighs barely touched, and he shifted to slink an arm around you, letting your head rest on his well-muscled shoulder. After pressing “play”, he began wiggling slightly again, subconsciously grooving to the old-newspaper-style intro. Spike Spiegel appeared on the screen, his broad shoulders squared into a slouch as he listlessly watched TV. Jungkook kicked one leg over another and stretched his arms out symmetrically to echo the pose. Raising an eyebrow, he waited until you acknowledged him with a faux grimace and a hand to your ear, imitating the old man in a lab who’d just called up Spike for a new mission. You both burst into laughter and settled back into your former arrangement, Jungkook holding you imperceptibly tighter. Though you tried to stay staring straight ahead, wanting to genuinely appreciate the anime, you kept catching his doe eyes in the corner of your sight as you both giggled and gasped your way through the episode.

After avoiding eye contact too many times, you finally tilted your head for a cute sideways view of his face. He leaned toward you too, shyly closing the gap to touch his warm lips to your nose, then lower. You responded immediately, rolling your body with his so your chests met as he pulled you up into a full, deeper kiss. The longer you explored each other's mouths, the more Jungkook punctuated your movements with whimpers. He seemed hesitant to let his hands roam away from your face and neck, but his high, breathy moans made it clear that he was just as into this as you. Your hands had naturally found his taut waist, and at some point you started to bring them back up to his face too—but as your short nails grazed his chest, a particularly sensual, voice-cracking moan interrupted you. You drew back in slight surprise, blinking your eyes open to scan from his face to his body.

He followed your gaze, both slowly settling on the massive tent in his pants. You froze. Your breath grew heavier, confronted with evidence of his physical attraction to you, if nothing else. After regaining his composure, he laid a useless hand over his lap in a delicate attempt to distract you and brought his other hand up to tap your face lightly.

"Is this okay?"

His eyes glittered with equal parts hunger and concern.

"Yes!" you nodded, too quickly, too eagerly. "Yes, this is totally okay. Sorry if I'm being weird, I just...it's been a while." You cringed internally at your own words, but couldn't seem to avoid putting your foot further in your mouth. "I haven't really, like, hooked up like this before—like, I've had sex, but never really outside of a relationship. But don't worry, I get this is more your thing, and I'm totally down if you are. I just don't really know what I'm doing, and you clearly do."

Jungkook blinked at your admission, then his face twisted into something curious, inscrutable. Would he decide you weren't worth the potential for drama? His lips flattened out to a tight line, then pursed to speak, and you looked down at your lap, hoping he wasn't as embarrassed of you as you now were of yourself.

"Well, I've never had sex sober."

Your eyes flashed back up to his. A complex half-smirk offset the furrow in his brow as he exhaled in nervous relief. "So, I don't actually know what I'm doing here either."

You tried to delay your response as you processed the implications. "You mean..." You tilted your head for better eye contact, hoping to convey empathy but not pity while you silently contemplated how to proceed. "Never?"

"Yeah, I've always shown up to parties and the hookups just...happened. Nothing I didn't want, nothing bad like that, but always spontaneous. So I guess we're kind of meeting in the middle, because I've never really had to plan ahead for a situation like this and, uh, figure out what I want. Beyond, yknow, wanting to get laid in the moment, of course." Jungkook laughed off the end of his explanation, but the smile never quite hit his eyes.

"Well, okay, let's pause right there." You sighed. Something in his words didn't sit right with you. "What do you want? I want you to be sure about this, of course, but more than that, even—what do you like?"

"I..." he chuckled, sheepish, shaking his hair over his face again. "What, you want me to just tell you? Like, what I'm into?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, trying to project more confidence than you felt in hopes of encouraging him to keep opening up. "I want you to be able to communicate, I want you to be comfortable. And I want to know what you like, so I can make it as good for you as possible."

With your hands still laid flat on his chest, you felt his heart rate jump a tiny bit, and took the liberty of digging your nails in just slightly deeper. His breath caught him, and then he caught himself. "I don't know, I just want what you want."

Jungkook struggled to appear nonchalant as you rolled your eyes with an "Oh, come on," challenging his avoidance. Every instinct was telling him yes. He could hear his mind screaming at him to be intentional for once and let you take him, if not farther, then deeper than ever before. But he still hesitated, because being intentional in this case required him to be real. He had always been a fairly private person, but something about you made him feel so comfortable so fast that it counterintuitively made him more nervous. Of course Jungkook knew you weren't all innocent at this point, but the risk remained that you wouldn't really be down for everything he secretly wanted to explore. Even worse, though he didn't truly think you would, you could easily turn around and spin anything he revealed into yet another graphic rumor. Especially since you had no skin in the game yourself. He glanced down at your fingers, tensed into his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what you like first? And then I can tell you where we overlap," he grinned competitively. Your eyes widened as he tossed the challenge back your way. Not backing down, you flattened your hands and steeled yourself to settle the stakes.

"Fine—but only if you promise not to just go along with whatever I say. I'll let you know anything that's a hard no for me, but otherwise I want to hear at least one thing that's not on my list. I really do want what you want, that's how I am too, okay? So..." you paused to slide your fingertips over his collar and drag it down with a light scratch, now directly on his skin. You smiled with your eyes, enjoying the way he naturally responded with a hitch of his breath again. "Surely you can think of something specific."

He nodded quickly, before he could convince himself to back out. "Yeah. Promise."

"Okay," you confirmed, slightly nervous but determined to go through with this, for Jungkook's sake if anything. Seeing his body come alive with each new twist of the situation was building your curiosity, not to mention turning you on beyond belief. You could barely stand the warmth of his skin under your hands, so you drew them back to fold in your lap as you began. "So. Uh. To start. I've never really laid it all out like this either. I really like neck kisses? Like, a lot." Equally unused to this kind of directness, you wrung your hands together nervously, but sucked up the boldness to keep elaborating. "That's definitely, like, a big thing that turns me on...and then getting marked up and everything is really hot to me too. Like you can honestly go really rough with me on that, bite me even. I don't know if this is weird but even though it's annoying to cover up, I love taking off the makeup at the end of the day and seeing all the bruises on myself. Knowing I was walking around all day with that as my little secret." You swallowed shyly before continuing, but Jungkook interrupted the brief silence immediately with a hushed "Fuck."

You turned to face him fully and he didn't even move to meet your stare, eyeing the space above your sweatshirt's wide neckline like he was ready to devour you. Emboldened, your smile grew.

"So...yeah. I like being bitten, marked up. Mostly, uh," you rubbed a slightly trembling hand over your shoulder, "I'm just really into pain in general. Obviously not the bad 'I'm too dry and you're jackhammering me' kind of pain, or like, anal. Anal is a hard no. But things like biting, or hair pulling, or overstimulation. Or, like—I don't really know how to explain this, but...getting held too hard? That deep pain like when you get a massage when you're sore and it hurts but it's good, yknow?"

Jungkook looked like he was about to vibrate out of his skin, breathing shallow and rapid. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, just in time for you to whisper in conclusion:

"I love that feeling."

You suddenly looked away, reticent. A thick silence swelled between you, until he composed himself enough to punctuate it. "Okay. Yeah. Pain. So like, BDSM?"

"I mean, kind of? Sure? I don't have much experience with that and I don't really need the whole power dynamic aspect; I just like the, uh, physical pain. I wouldn't be opposed to trying further, but one thing I do know is I really don't like being degraded. And I'm not into the whole daddy kink thing either. I'm just not gonna call you that, sorry," you laughed, and fortunately he giggled too. "But I know that's not, like, necessary to the rest of BDSM, and the part about giving up control is still...interesting, for sure."

"Wait," Jungkook cocked his head, making a mental note of your last sentence before he went back to the previous one. "What do you mean, being degraded?"

You half-chuckled, half-cringed, never having needed to explain something like this, especially to a guy you hopefully were about to fuck. Cheers to better communication, you supposed.

"You know, how some people when they do dirty talk are like 'yeah, you little slut, you're such a whore.' I don't like being called any of that. Like it's fine that other people like it, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just really uncomfortable for me."

His brows knit together as you explained, and he shook his head so fast it almost looked cartoonish, like a little kid refusing vegetables. "Yeah, no. Don't worry, not really my thing either."

You sighed in relief. "That's nice. I feel like it's, like, weirdly common with guys. Maybe just the kind of thing people learn from porn."

"But you still like it rough, huh? Did you learn that...from porn?" he half-joked, trying to overcome both his shyness and his gritted-teeth arousal.

"No, I don’t like porn. Most of it’s really unethical. I learned from experience," you sassed back. "I don't have a whole lot, but enough to know what I like."

"Well. Hm." He worked his tongue over his teeth, poking one cheek out over his tensed jaw. You couldn't get enough of watching him grow fascinated by your every revelation, and you were preparing to keep pressing further when he beat you to it, posing a question. "Is there anything you haven't tried before, but really want to?"

Your face heated up instantly, tasting your own medicine. You looked back to your hands, breaking his intense eye contact to give yourself the courage to be even more uncomfortably honest. "I...I...um." Your first attempt at disclosing your fantasy came out as a squeak. Swallowing, you set your shoulders and tried again, selfishly reminding yourself Jungkook seemed so eager to please that this was 99% likely to get you exactly what you wanted. "I've always been, uh, really into the idea of, um, getting spanked. I've been, uh, too nervous to ever bring it up, before now obviously, but it's definitely one of the biggest kinks I've always wanted to try. Maybe being tied up too, I think I'd like it if I tried but I haven't thought about that as much. But, yeah...spanking, definitely."

"Fuuuuuuuuck."

A lengthened version of Jungkook's earlier under-breath exclamation made you peer up at him. Your thighs already pressed together from the tension of admitting something totally new, you found yourself needing even more friction just from the sight of Jungkook with his head thrown back on the couch, a veiny hand threaded in his hair to pull the long waves back from his forehead. The full reveal of his sharp eyebrows brought a whole new level of intensity to Jungkook's already beautifully carved features. He glanced over at you, then squeezed his eyes shut with a terse exhale. You couldn't place why, but you felt a deep attraction to the way he expertly restrained himself from acting on the lust written over his face—not under your control, but his own.

"Oh, fuck. What the fuck. How the fuck would you fucking know," he swore more in a single burst than he cumulatively had ever in your presence.

"What?" you toyed, heart rate still high but relaxed enough to enjoy agitating him. "Something ring a bell?"

Jungkook shuddered out a long breath, hand ruffling his hair as his other forearm still tried desperately to subdue his boner.

"Everything," he hissed, more willing to elaborate now that you had done the same, and especially now that he could tell you really did enjoy him being more assertive. "Shit. I...I want...I know you said not to just say this but I really do want everything you want. I can't wait to mark you up. I can't wait to hold you down and bruise your neck. I want it all, I want to make you hurt so good. And then—" Breathless. He looked almost embarrassed. "Then you had to go and somehow guess basically my biggest fucking kink, I can't fucking believe you." Both hands had come up to seize his long locks as he held himself back physically, while finally letting his guard down mentally to declare everything he intended to do to you. Letting out a short laugh, he finally met your eyes. "I wanna spank your ass bright red. Fuck. This is crazy. You're perfect."

Your core throbbed at every bold word. Leaning in close to him, you let your lips approach Jungkook's beautifully sculpted jawline as he panted, his chin tossed up to fully expose his neck. You stopped just short of his skin, in awe of how much you'd been able to work him up and still so tempted to take it to the next level. "Fuck," you echoed. "This is so hot," you murmured almost to yourself. Your eyes closing along with his, you dealt the final blow. "I love that we have so much in common. But come on, you promised. One thing that's not on my list."

Jungkook whined. You could tell he needed to touch you so badly, and no one was stopping him but himself. He had no way of knowing that if he cut the whole discussion and just took you, you wouldn't even try to resist at this point. Staring at his trembling mouth from below, you quickly averted your eyes when he opened his, pretending you hadn't been looking. He inhaled a short hiss, and then spoke.

"Okay..." He paused after just the first word, blowing air through the tiny "o" of his mouth as his eyes bugged slightly from nervousness. He couldn't resist a challenge, though, and his urge to please you overwhelmed his reluctance to peel back one more layer. "So, the pain thing. I think we, uh, feel the same about me giving and you receiving. But...I'm really into it for myself too. I don't know if you'd be comfortable with it, I know you maybe want me to be more dominant and I think I like that more too in general, but you can be as rough with me as you want back. I'd love that." Eyes still open but fluttering, Jungkook's tone grew breathier, heady as he confessed. You almost giggled at how bashfully he worded his desire to dominate you, to rough each other up, but the contrast was so hot you couldn't help sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, eager for him to continue. His voice lowered. "I love being scratched, marked, bitten...hit me, push me back, any kind of pain or any way you can hurt me, I want it." He shivered, but his voice firmed up even further. "I want it so bad."

You fought to stay motionless beside him, unable to even process how much more his honesty had turned you on. You felt helpless in your desire for him, your craving to give him everything he wanted and more. He noticed your charged stillness and shifted toward you, removing a hand from his hair to finally reach for your face. Threading his fingers through your hair instinctively like he had with his own, he tilted your head back to access your neck. Jungkook finally felt confident enough to tease you back as he skimmed his lips over your pulse point, tugging your skin between his teeth for a gentle first taste and grinning when you moaned. Seeing someone so satisfied, for reasons better than just his body or their pride, brought the most incredible rush of blood to his head. And his other head.

"And I get why you want it too," he finished with a whisper in your ear. "So trust me when I say I really, really want to give it to you."

In an instant, your hands yanked his hair down to bring his face up to yours, mouths crashing together. Feverish, restless, you kissed him, hastily attempting to straddle his thick thighs before he threw his body over yours and pinned you to the back of the couch. His hands wandered, intrepid, from your waist to a quick squeeze of your breasts before he spiraled you into his strong arms. Pressing your chest flush with his as your mouths meshed, he ground his hips into you shamelessly, enjoying the way you struggled beneath him to align your core with his rock-hard dick.

"Your room?" You rushed out the words.

Jungkook laughed a little, his tone half whine and half dare. "So we're done talking?"

"Come on," you pleaded back. He finally relented, pulling you up with him and dragging you across the living room and through his door, lips not leaving yours for a second. You backed him into the bed with your arms against his strong chest, and once he was sitting perched on the edge, you laid yourself horizontally over his thighs.

"What are you doing?" he murmured, curling a hand over the dip of your waist to hold you gently.

You angled your head back to make unsteady eye contact with him, flipping your shorts down boldly. His free hand automatically reached to slowly conform to the shape of your ass, so eager to touch you but tentative as he grazed your curves.

"Giving you exactly what you want."

"Fuck. Really? You're sure about this?" Jungkook held careful eye contact as you brought your arms back up, crossing your wrists over your head delicately. You nodded slightly and did your best to meet his gaze with confident invitation, convincing him how much you trusted and wanted him.

He smoothed his warm hand over your ass one more time, then brought it up and watched your thighs tighten at the loss of his touch. Breathing in, still a little shakily, he brought his hand down on your right cheek with a loud but mild smack. A grunt of satisfaction involuntarily left him when he saw your face flinch down into the sheets, subduing a small noise of surprise. He returned his hand to caress the light redness he'd left, checking in with you again. "Is this okay? Let me know if I should stop."

You replied with your face still tucked between your arms, muffled by the bed. "More than okay. Please don't stop."

He spanked you again, moving to your left cheek. This time you felt his dick twitch under you and couldn't help grinding down on him a little bit. "Is that as hard as you can go?" you taunted in low tones, brave enough to egg him on but not quite enough to meet his eyes again.

Jungkook's thighs and core tensed under you, and he squeezed his fingertips tighter, digging into the skin of your ass. "Not at all," he said simply.

Deep breath. A few seconds passed, and his hand came down, harshly. You cried out in shock, the timing unexpected and the sting far sharper, and he gave your other cheek a fourth hard smack before you could even process the third one. "Harder?" he tested. "Tell me."

Another spank. "Mmmf."

"You like this, huh?"

"Yes, I told you," you whimpered back, half-teasing even though you were in no position to do so. Immediately, he cut you off with a stinging hit across both cheeks, and you moaned.

"You really do," he breathed lowly. "Fuck yeah. Take it then."

He spanked you again, and again, then paused, tugging down your shorts all the way to your ankles to expose the crease right above your thighs. Rubbing your already sore bottom, Jungkook cupped the underside of its curve in his big, firm hand. Already anticipating your whine, he drew back his touch and hummed in harmony with you. He continued landing satisfyingly hard smacks, alternating to cover your ass evenly. His dick strained through his pants more and more each time you trembled under his touch. Never hitting you hard enough to do serious damage, he still clearly enjoyed his thorough reddening of your ass, and occasionally took a moment just to caress your skin as it warmed from the spanking. The pain lit your senses up from head to toe. Face burning with deep arousal, you mentally thanked yourself for going out of your comfort zone and unprecedentedly admitting your kinks before even venturing into your first time together. Amidst the thrilling sting of his hand meeting your soft curves, Jungkook eventually noticed your thighs clenching together, craving friction but not really wanting relief from the pleasurable burn.

"You're wet," he marveled, sliding two warm fingers up and down your slit.

"Mhm," you mumbled back as you tilted your hips into his hand. He gave you a light slap right on the folds between your legs, eliciting another soft moan.

"So good for me," Jungkook said softly, pulling you up into his lap by your waist. "You look so pretty like this. I wanna see all of you." He tugged your sweatshirt over your head, followed by your sports bra, thankful that it stretched over your head easily. Suddenly grinning, he wound up and shot it across the room like a rubber band, and you smacked his arm, giggling.

"What was that? You cheeseball," you teased, and he blinked, chuckling lightly back. It occurred to him that he'd never laughed, or made someone laugh, during sex before.

"It was so stretchy! Don't make fun of me," he blushed.

"You're so cute," you said, fingers sliding under his t-shirt hem.

"Cute?" His eyebrows rose in mock disbelief, and he reached around to land another hit to your still-red asscheek.

"Hot," you amended. Raising his shirt and finally getting a full glimpse of his enviable abs, you groaned. "You're extremely hot, and also really cute, and it's kind of ridiculous and I don't really know how to handle all of it at once."

His face scrunching up into a smile at the praise, he fell back onto the bed with his arms behind his head. "You are too, you know. Really cute, of course. But really hot too." As you discarded his shirt and moved on to easing his sweatpants down his hips, you held in a gasp as his erection sprung up from the waistband. He was big, thick, and painfully hard, his tip glistening warm with precum and a lone vein running prominently up his smooth shaft. Although you wouldn't be corroborating them, you had to admit to yourself that all the rumors were true. You instinctively curled a hand around it, barely covering half his length, and he winced at your slightest touch. Pulling off with a single slow stroke, you slid his sweatpants and briefs all the way to the floor and then stood, looking up from his legs to his blown-out eyes to take in the glorious sight of his fully naked body.

"You shave," you said, surprised by the clean skin under his arms and between his legs.

"Yeah," he demurred, self-conscious for some reason. He lowered his arms to fold them over his torso, somehow defining his biceps even more. "I'm on the dance team, and it's nice to feel all smooth for practice and stuff. I don't know, I just like it."

"Oh, that's cool! No worries, I like it too. And you don't mind that..." You looked down at yourself, still just standing naked in front of him. "...I don't? Like, down there at least."

"No, you do you!" he said quickly. With a shy smile, he admitted, "I actually kind of like it on you. I do this for me, anyway, not for anyone else," he playfully noted. Slowly, he was sitting up to take hold of your waist and lower you down to the bed with him. Pausing to kiss the sweet spot under your jaw, he continued. "So don't feel like you have to do anything, or not do anything, either."

Jungkook couldn't quite explain the nature of how his attraction to you had developed. Seeing how open and honest you were with him made it easy for him to be honest with you too, and just to feel comfortable being himself. He admired the way he could still tell you sometimes got nervous like him, but it didn’t stop you from getting real or going bolder. Unable to fully express it in words, he just hoped to ensure you felt as comfortable and respected around him as he did around you. He already knew that he wanted this to be more than just a one-time thing, and while he still hesitated to assume that you felt the same, he intended to leave no doubt by the end of the night.

You moaned as he nipped at the skin of your neck. It was so easy to get swept back up in Jungkook. You could barely handle the friction of his dick rutting against your wet folds from below, craving him inside you. "Ughhh. Wait, one more thing. I'm on the pill, are you clean?"

"Yes," he gasped, barely removing his mouth from your jaw. "Are you?"

"Yeah, so we don't need a condom. If that's cool with you!"

"Yeah! But, you're ready?" He seemed surprised.

"Aren't you?" you whined, beyond holding back. He felt so unbearably hard that his coherence and willpower kind of surprised you too. "Please, I want you so bad."

To your surprise, he lowered his head to the crest of your legs, dotting wet kisses down your torso. Keeping his big brown eyes on you, he teased your entrance with a finger and echoed your immediate groan at the welcome stretch.

"You really are ready," he remarked, awed at the ease with which your wetness sucked the digit in. Frankly, you were in awe as well. It had taken your ex-boyfriend months to figure out how to get you this worked up. Jungkook either had even more experience than you'd heard from the grapevine, or he was a natural. Or maybe you were just really, ridiculously, primally attracted to him. He went on to curve his finger in you and lick a messy swipe up your folds, sucking hard once he reached your sensitive clit. You cried out at the delicious burst of stimulation and he rose up to catch your lips with his.

"I had to do that, just once," he grinned breathlessly. "But—"

"Let me suck you off," you interjected, unbelievably fucking turned on and dying to please him.

"No," he gasped with far more fervency than you'd think anyone could refuse a blowjob. "Please, I was about to say—" he choked out a high-pitched moan as you ran a single finger up his shaft in anticipation, sinking the nails of your other hand into his thigh. "—I think I'm gonna explode if I don't get inside you right this second."

So he did have a breaking point. "Fuck," you muttered, bringing your legs around his to tuck your heels under his tight ass as he lined up. He eased his tip in, keeping heavy eyes on you the whole time, and you could feel the hot, thick tension in his thighs as he struggled to hold himself back from just thrusting into your heat. Slowly, he drew closer into you until he bottomed out with a low moan. You whined at the perfect slight pain of the stretch, and Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, gripping you by your waist. Watching the veins in his forearms stand out as he drove almost all the way out and back into you, you rocked your hips carefully against his with each smooth stroke, getting used to his fullness. When his balls met your ass again, he shuddered a bit and opened his eyes into yours.

You answered his question before he could even ask it. "Jungkook—you feel so good. You can go faster, it's okay."

A smile hit his eyes before his mouth, and he kissed you once, pressing his chest to yours and intertwining your tongues eagerly. You bit his bottom lip as he slowly drew away, tugging it between your teeth to pull a sweet little whimper from his throat. Grinning, he leaned back in to touch his forehead to yours and simultaneously slid a subtle hand under your ass to curve your hips up with his. The slight leftover sensitivity of your skin amplified his light touch, and Jungkook seemed to realize this, curling his fingers to tease you with the tips of his nails. Instinctively, you ducked to bite his neck, not even registering your move to pass the pain back to him until he choked out a beautifully half-restrained moan and snapped his hips into yours. Gasping, you encouraged him to lose himself in you, dragging your lips up to latch around his earlobe. He hissed and thrust into you sharply again, meeting the time of your movements as you swirled your tongue between each of his hoop earrings. Soon he was pounding you rhythmically, finally letting you feel the full force of his strength but keeping remarkable control over both his body and yours. Both of you had gone silent except for your heavy breaths, lost in the moment, but the flexed shivers of his thighs and twitches of his fingers in your hair told you all you needed to know. Suddenly yanking your strands to pull you back from the additional bruise you'd sucked beneath his ear, he earned a new set of scratches on his back as your hands dragged down the muscular expanse in reply. Jungkook switched places with you to draw dark clouds from your skin, a storm brewing under your jaw. Your face fell into pure bliss, eyes shut and immersed in the barrage of sensation from his hands, mouth, and big dick filling you. Already feeling the familiar tension that preceded an orgasm building through your whole body, you chased him closer to his climax too, grinding back roughly into every thrust and raking your hands over every part of his firm body you could reach.

You had really been fooling yourself when you thought you could try something casual for once. You wanted more of Jungkook, all of Jungkook, nothing but Jungkook ever again. Knowing he'd never even gone back to the same hookup twice sank slight anxiety into your stomach, a kind of future nostalgia for this moment you already feared losing. You knew you weren't anything special compared to the catalogue of gorgeous girls he'd had his turn with, but a deviant voice whispered from the back of your mind that you could be, because it was clear none had bothered to learn him like this. You'd still try your desperate best not to want too much from him, but you resolved to do whatever you could to make him crave more.

Rolling your hips in a smooth circle against him, you clenched around his dick and your hands tightened their fierce hold on his tiny waist. You felt his abs tense within your grasp as he tried not to stutter into you.

"Fuck. No." His voice cracked, but held an undertone of ferocity. "You come first." Jungkook rushed a hand to your clit, adding pressure in small, deft motions with a fingertip as he kept fucking you deep. You sank your teeth into his shoulder in response, drawing your hands up his back to clutch him closer to you, and Jungkook cried out. You left your mouth on his golden skin to stifle your moans as he sped up his fingers, and he tried to let you stay there but eventually couldn't help pulling you off him to see your face. Eyes narrowed and eyebrows turning up sharp at the ends, he watched you like a hawk to track the exact moment when he pushed you over the edge. Your face crumpled and you felt your whole body burn under his gaze as you came, squeezing around him in waves of pleasure while he fucked you through your high, unrelenting. Drinking up the bliss obvious on your features, Jungkook's eyes never left yours and his expression grew more and more fucked out. You marveled at how even as you lost control and energy to fuck him back, your body freezing in orgasm seemed to turn him on further. One last pulse of the tension leaving your core made his dick throb inside you, and you impulsively broke your eye contact to lean in and bite down slow but hard on his neck again. He gasped.

"You're amazing." Murmuring into his skin, you kissed the bite marks gently. Jungkook whimpered at the sweet contradiction and lurched into your hips even harder. You recovered to move with him, squeezing him deeper into you every time he bottomed out, and as his breathless moans escalated in pitch, his whole body shivered with each stroke. Pressing wet, heavy kisses all over his neck, you felt his jaw flutter while his lips hung open. His considerable strength spent, Jungkook shuddered one last hard thrust into you and finally let go, coating your walls from within. His hips lightly rocked against yours as he stayed deep inside you, still hard and savoring the euphoric release he'd held back for so long. You felt so incredibly warm and comfortable around his sensitive dick, relaxed but still holding him tight, and he couldn't help holding you up for a languid kiss before pulling out of you smoothly.

He briefly looked into your eyes, and you saw stars. The sun had continued to set outside, and it peeked between the blinds of his window to wrap you both in a warm, slivered glow. Staring down at his hands on your body, Jungkook took a deep breath and collapsed to your side, holding you close. You settled into him, cupping a hand over his head on your chest. With your fingers laced through his sweaty hair, you stroked his temple with your thumb, worrying for a second whether the gesture seemed too intimate but forgetting your fear when he snuggled up into your touch. You felt the need to say something, to figure out what the fuck was next after this, but stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the comforting weight of his frame. Heartbeat still racing, Jungkook stretched out to breathe a long sigh. As he sank back into you, you stretched under him too, letting his solid, warm body drape over you like a blanket. This couldn't be farther from what you'd expected with him, but you weren't about to make it stop. Surely, eventually, he would.

A minute passed. And then five. And then, before either of you could talk yourselves out of it, you were asleep, intertwined.

[meetthemoosemonster]

*Enderman noises*

Hey yall, I wrote a Ranboo fanfic and thought I’d post the link on here so its with all the other things that I write and show random people on the internet!

*Enderman noises* (1918 words) by nika_write_snow Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ranboo & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Mentioned Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dadza, Enderman Hybrid Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Panic Attacks Summary:

Ranboo finds out he has one of Tommys disks, Philza notices the ruined property value and parents the scared enderboy.

"here is the ao3 link, tell me if it doesnt work or something.

Summary:

Ranboo finds out he has one of Tommys disks, Philza notices the ruined property value and parents the scared enderboy.

Or

What I wished happened after Ranboo found the disk, with Dadza because I have Parent Issues (yup, its not just one of them, hahahahahahahahaha)

Characters:

Ranboo

Philza

Content Warnings:

Panic attacks Mild injury That's all I think, but if I missed one please tell me so I can fix it!

Under the cut is the full work, remember, Reblogs fuel the writing braincell!

Purple particles buzzed around Ranboo, his body also vibrating as his breath sped up and his brain grew foggy. This happens sometimes, when things got really bad, and Ranboos memory really started to slip, or he was just straight up panicking. The half enderman boy was sat shaking in front of an open chest surrounded by dug up dirt and soft looking snowflakes that bit at Ranboos skin. He was staring blankly at the green disk in the chest, making vwoops and crackly noises each time the reality of his situation hit him. The enderman hybrid shook his head, making more aggressive enderman noises for a second, then tried to take a deep breath.

‘You're ok, You're ok. Dream isn't here right now. Dream can’t-’

‘I have cat. I have one of Tommys discs. I have one of THE DISCS. Dream gave ME one of THE DISCS? Why? Why would Dream do that? Why would he trust me with something that gave him so much control over Tommy? What did I do?’

‘You didn't do anything, you would have written it down in your memory book,  you would’ve, wouldn't you?’

‘Would I? I didn't write down that I blew up the community house, but I definitely did that, right? I mean, I had that tnt, it must have been me. I just didn't write it down cause I didn't want to remember. What else am I forgetting? What else did I do that was so bad that I didn't even write it down? What else did I want to forget about? What else-’

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Philza was looking through chests looking for glass. The honey farm had broken again, and he needed bottles to fix it.

“This chest system is still scuffed from Tommy, that gremlin child really doesn't know organization does he.” Phil shook his wings in exasperation. He was still looking for the glass when he heard the sounds of an upset enderman. Confused why Edward was so riled up, Phil looked over at the enderman sat awkwardly in a boat, the mobs limbs too long to fit inside. Phil only got more concerned when he saw that Edward was only making small, concerned vwoops after the more aggressive noises, head was turned to look out the window towards Ranboos shack. 

Phil followed the endermans gaze to look at Ranboos shack through the window and sucked in a breath. What used to be a snowy lawn in front of Ranboos makeshift base was now a big hole of messily dug up dirt. Phil could see Ranboos figure, looking eerily small for his actual towering height, hunched over in front of a small chest, a shovel shimmering on the ground next to him. But what concerned Phil the most were the enderman noises coming from the area. Phil had heard Ranboo make some enderman noises before when he talked to Edward, and a couple in passing to himself, he'd never seen such loud scared crackles and vibrating noises from him before.  Another small worried vwoop from Edward grounded Phil enough to realize that this kid probably needed help. Phil grabbed his coat and wrapped it awkwardly around his wings before he rushed out the door and headed to where Ranboo was. 

As Phil approached, he could clearly see the cloud of purple particles around Ranboo, who appeared to be shaking, no, vibrating. His suit was wet from the melted snow, and plastered to his body, and Phil flinched remembering how much water could hurt enderman. His hair was also soaking, the white and black strands dripping. There was an indent where his crown would usually be, but Phil could see the red and green jewel encrusted golden band a couple blocks away, in one of the deeper areas of the damage. Phils footsteps slowed the closer he got to the dug up lawn, trying not to scare the kid with heavy footsteps on snow. 

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Ranboo was trying to breath. ‘In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in- Does it even matter?’ He understood better now why he might have wanted to forget. It would be easier to not remember the chest or its contents, ‘Traitor’, Dreams voice in his head, his panic room. But the thought of forgetting and then finding out what he'd done when his friends, ‘Are they my friends?’, found out what he had done filled his body with terror and caused his eyes to well up with tears. It felt familiar. ‘Why does it feel familiar?’ The air around Ranboo felt like it was vibrating with the enderman hybrid and the particles that circled around him, and the glitchy noises started getting louder.

‘Stop thinking, stop, STOP, STOP THINKING.’ Ranboo let out the enderman equivalent of a scream, and then winced as he felt tears fall down the sides of his face, leaving burning trails of pain.

“Hey, Mate, you okay?” Ranboo jolted at Phils soft voice, a small surprised vwoop coming out. 

“Oh, Oh, um, yeah” Ranboo said quickly, hastily trying to close the chest in front of him, but accidentally slamming the lid on his thumb as his shaky hands fumbled with it. “Im fine, I was just uh…..” He trailed off, not having a good explanation for the mess that he made other than the truth. And he couldn't tell Phil that. ‘But you can! You should, so you stop betraying everyone.’

“Mhm…” Phil hummed skeptically as he looked at the chaos, but decided not to press. He looked back at Ranboo, who was shakily trying to stand up, but then had to sit back down, his body too exhausted and painful. Ranboo looked up for a second, locking eyes with the winged man standing cautiously in front of him. He realized his mistake too late, and was too exhausted to stop the instinctual reaction. He felt his jaw fall and the air begin to buzz intensely all over again. He felt defensive beyond reason, like he always did when he lost control while making eye contact. Luckily, Phil noticed Ranboo tense up and saw his jaw fall, showing off purple glowing teeth like spikes and looked down, breaking eye contact. His gaze found the black and white mask Ranboo usually had covering his mouth was on the ground next to them, soaked and abandoned.

“How about you come into Technos house with me so we can get you dried up, Ok?” Phil was still looking at the ground, and couldn't see if Ranboo was calmer now, but he felt the buzzing particles in the air fade significantly at his quiet words. Phil dared to glance back at the soaking white and black kid, and relaxed when he saw Ranboo was also looking down, more out of exhaustion than anything, but definitely more calm now. His jaw was back where it usually was, and he was no longer vibrating intensely. 

“Ok, here, let me pick up your crown and mask, and then we can head back to the house.” When he had put the 2 items away he held out his hand to Ranboo who took it carefully, almost as if he was afraid it would be snatched back. But it wasn't, and Phil helped Ranboo stand up, and started to lead the boy through the snow, leaving the chest behind them. Ranboo leaned against the significantly shorter man next to him, stumbling through the snow, his brain foggy from the pain and fear. Philza felt him shaking slightly, and nearly pulled away, worried that the enderman hybrid was panicking again. Almost immediately he realized that Ranboo was just shivering from the cold, being in a soaking wet suit surrounded by snow was going to make nearly anyone freezing cold, Enderman hybrids being no exception. Phil freed one of his wings from his coat and wrapped it around the kid to warm him up, not caring that he would have to deal with wet feathers later.

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When they reached the house Phil got Ranboo a spare bed, which the boy flopped gratefully down on. Phil chuckled quietly for a second before grabbing a set of antarctic empire style clothes and placing them on the bed.

“Don’t go to sleep yet mate, you need to change out of those wet clothes so you don't hurt yourself anymore.” Ranboo slowly nodded as he sat back up and ran his shivering hands over the soft material of the clothes. Phil started towards the stairs, then looked back for a second.

“I'll be right back with something warm for you to drink so you can warm up quicker, and a health pot or 2 so we can take care of the water damage. Once you're done with that you can sleep, Ok?” Ranboo mumbled something that Phil took as an agreement, and headed the stairs.

Ranboo changed into the fuzzy clothes as quick as his shivering, tired body would let him, too tired to question why the clothes fit him perfectly despite the fact that he towered over Phil, Techno, and Tommy too. He sat back down before his legs could give out again and sighed, feeling himself getting warmer. 

His eyes were beginning to fall closed when he heard Phils foot footsteps and looked over to Philza, who was holding a steaming mug in one hand, and a health potion in the other. He also had a towel draped over his arm. Phil handed the enderman hybrid the health potion first, which he drank quickly, and then the towel. Ranboo just wrapped it around his head, too tired to put anymore effort into drying his hair. The bed shifted slightly as Phil sat down on the bed, maneuvering his wings around so he could give Ranboo space. Ranboo took the mug of what he could now tell was hot chocolate and began to take small, experimental sips. 

After a bit he pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned against Phils body, still taking small sips of his drink. Phil smiled at the boy and slowly wrapped his wings around them both, hoping it would help warm up Ranboo faster. When the enderman hybrid was done with his drink he closed his eyes and let his head rest on Phils shoulder, letting out a small sigh before he fell asleep. Phil didn't move for a bit, only moving his hand to carefully take the mug out of the others hand, and he settled down for a while, just thinking about the day's whole ordeal. Questions filled his brain. ‘Why did Ranboo dig up all that area so messily? What was even in that chest, and why was he so obviously scared of me seeing it? Why was he so scared?’ Phil tried his best to just brush them off, he would ask Ranboo another day, when he was more calm, and feeling better. 

Some time had passed by now, and Philzas wings were beginning to cramp, so he gently laid the boy down on the bed, and carefully threw a thick blanket over him. Ranboo looked very peaceful in this moment, small vwoops coming out occasionally, but he didn't sound distressed. Phil smiled for a second before he grabbed the pile of wet clothes and took them upstairs to get washed and dried with the mask. Ranboo felt safe and warm for the first time in a long time, and he was content, dreaming about defeating a dragon with a steak or something, snuggled under the warm blanket. Who knows, dreams are weird.

Thank you for reading! If you got to this point I wish you the most amazing day, thank you!

[et-lesailes]

missing linc // chapter three

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pairing: ceo!dad!steve x reader

word count: 2950

series summary:  you are a college student working at a daycare full time during your summer break, and you have grown especially fond of one of the toddlers in your class, lincoln rogers. you are certainly not expecting to develop such a huge crush on his dad steve when you meet him for the first time, but you can’t help but be attracted to the businessman– despite the fact that he’s married. however, as intelligent and mature as steve comes across, he has a few secrets behind his marriage- one in particular he may never be able to make up for.

series themes: romance, drama, age gap, infidelity, smut in later chapters

chapter summary: steve and reader start getting to know each other more. while steve is on his business trip, reader is asked to babysit and ends up seeing something she definitely was not meant to see...

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For the rest of that week, Steve dropped off and picked up Linc from daycare, much to you and your coworkers’ delight. Besides his enthralling looks, he was a genuinely charming and kind person, and it was easy to keep up conversation with him. He did not come past 6 again, but he did generally come at around 5:45 or 5:50, which still had Linc being the only toddler left in the class with you.

You supposed because it was just the two of you there with Linc and no other children for you to watch, it had been a given that there would be more conversation. He did not have to rush to get anywhere and neither did you, and so each day became hanging around slightly more whether it be in the classroom or out on the parking lot, chatting just a bit more than the day before. You would make sure to clean the room before he got there so he could walk you out, and you couldn’t help but wish this could be an everyday routine-- unfortunately, he had told you he would be traveling again just the next week.

You now knew a little more about him, and he about you. He knew you were a college student, a soon-to-be junior, to be exact. He knew you studied psychology and that you eventually wanted to work with children and child development. He knew where you were from, your favorite foods, hobbies, interests-- mainly the basics, really, nothing too deep. He had told you that he was a CEO of a pharmaceutical company and that he grew up in New York. He liked running and exercise in general (of course) and drawing-- he had even shown you a few photos of some sketches he did in his spare time and you were blown away, especially upon a particularly realistic portrait of Linc as an infant. He had told you that he loved seeing the ocean and that he wanted to be able to take Linc to the beach soon, hoping his son would appreciate the water just as much as he did.

When Sunday night came around, you were a little sad knowing that you would not be seeing Steve the next day. You weren’t even sure when he’d be back-- when you had asked, he said that it depended on how long it would take for him to get his current project done. Still, being with Linc throughout the days felt even more special than it did before. Now that you knew he got so many of his traits from his father, you felt more connected to him thanks to the many conversations you had shared with Steve throughout the past week.

You hadn’t expected to hear from Steve while he was gone; he hadn’t even sent you a message ever since he got your number, probably because he hadn’t needed any babysitting during that time. However, when a random number popped up on your lockscreen with a message underneath it at 1:30 AM on Wednesday, your heart skipped a beat simply from seeing the name that came with it.

Hi Y/N. It’s Steve. How are you?

Why were you acting like a girl with her first crush over this? You had been about to go to sleep, figuring you probably should since you had to be up at 8, but now you simply had to reply. You saved his number to your contacts before texting back.

Y/N: Hi Steve! I’m good, what about you? How’s the Philippines?

The screen showed him typing already, and you couldn’t deny you were pleased. The thought of having his full attention made you feel unnecessarily happy, but you also needed to force yourself to stop thinking about it so much.

Steve: Great. The beaches here are beautiful, I think you’d like them too.

He was already typing again and so you waited, biting your lip as you stared at the screen.

Steve: I told Tiana that you were open to babysitting and she wanted me to check with you if Thursday night would work. Maybe from around 6:30-9:30? She has a dinner event for work.

Y/N: Sure, I’m available that night! I’d love to help

Steve: I’ll let her know. Thank you- how much do you charge?

Y/N: Would $15 an hour work?

Steve: $25 it is ;-) Thanks again. Have a good night, Y/N.

You blinked and widened your eyes, wondering if he had made a typo, though the winky face told you otherwise.

Y/N: Wait, you meant 15 right?

You waited a few moments, but unlike before, no typing bubbles appeared.

Y/N: Just to clarify, 15. Just 15! 25 is too much!

Again, no typing bubbles. You stared at the screen in disbelief, though you couldn’t help but smile. Not because of the extra money, but just because of him. This was not good. You could not be catching feelings for Steve, it made absolutely no sense. You still barely knew the guy, and he was a married man, for God’s sake.

Putting your phone on your nightstand, you sighed as you settled into bed, wondering if you should explore dating options within your school-- anything to get your mind off Steve.

Thursday came around faster than you thought it would. Steve had texted you the address the night before, and you were now on your way there from work-- your boss had actually let you leave slightly early for once, and so you figured you’d just show up and wait in your car so Tiana did not feel rushed. She had seemed grateful to you when she had come to pick Linc up-- she had assured you she would have him fed before you got there, so you would only need to bathe him and get him ready for bed.

When you turned down Steve’s road itself, you were already in shock as you stared at the huge houses lining the street. Of course, Steve’s was at the very end and the most grand of them all, extending father both horizontally and vertically looking like a mansion right out of a movie. As you pulled into the long driveway, you noticed three cars-- Steve’s Mercedes, which made sense because he had probably been dropped off to the airport, and two others. One had to be Tiana’s, perhaps the other was another car they both used? To be honest, you were surprised there weren’t even more cars in the driveway, if that was the case.

You parked in a spot that was out of the way of all three cars, not knowing which one Tiana would use-- the driveway was quite roomy, and even if you were on the far side of it, it was probably the most convenient seeing she’d need to get out. You were parked on the other side of a rather large Range Rover, your much smaller car practically hidden behind it. Checking your phone, you saw that it was only 6. Eh, you could probably just go ahead in-- now that you were already in the driveway, it felt weird to simply sit there. You were about to open the car door when you noticed movement coming from one of the home’s large windows. When you looked towards it, your eyes immediately widened.

There stood Tiana and a male who was certainly not Steve, engaged in a rather steamy lip lock as his hands moved over her waist. She was continuously trying to pull back but giggling at the same time, clearly not bothered by the situation, gladly allowing him to keep pulling her back in for more kisses. You froze, staring in shock before making yourself look away, completely in disbelief. She was cheating on Steve? Who the hell could cheat on Steve? The more you thought about it, the more angry you got, but you took a deep breath. It was not your responsibility to be upset with her or lecture her, but you could tell Steve about what you had seen. In fact, you were itching to at that very moment, but the curtains suddenly closed and you were frozen again. Had she seen you? Did she know that you saw her? Did staying in your car look too suspicious, like you were spying? To make it seem like you had just gotten there, you quickly got out of the car, sliding your phone in your pocket. You could tell him after she left.

Trying to act as normal as possible, you walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She answered moments later, a smile on her face as she opened the door, though you could tell she looked a little nervous. “Hi there, Y/N!” You smiled in return as best as you could. “Hi, Tiana. Sorry I’m a little early, I got off work earlier than expected and figured I’d just head here. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” she assured, perhaps assuming she was in the clear if you didn’t seem like you knew anything. “Linc actually ended up passing out pretty early tonight, he was exhausted after dinner,” she explained as she let you in, and you couldn’t help but discreetly look around while listening to her; where did the man go? “So you can just sit back and relax-- there’s books in the study if you’re into reading, or the TV has Netflix, Hulu, cable, whatever you wanna watch. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

She showed you around the main parts of the house just so you would know where everything was, and although you were still tense about what you had just witnessed, you couldn’t help but marvel at how luxurious this house was. It did not even seem like a toddler lived there until she showed you the playroom, Linc’s nursery where he was fast asleep, and even his own personal bathroom. She showed you where his diapers and other personal items were in case he were to wake up before bringing you back downstairs. You were still extremely confused on where her little “boyfriend” could be, wondering if he had actually snuck out of the house-- until she called out, “David? Are you still in the study?”

‘Wait, what?’ you thought, now even more shocked than before. She was blatantly admitting to having this man in her home? She looked to you with a smile. “David is one of my associates at work. We were just going over a presentation we have tonight.”

‘Is it a presentation on French kissing?’ you thought to yourself in disbelief, seeing she was clearly trying to make it seem like they were only coworkers. “Ah, I see,” you said politely nonetheless, then looked up as David came into the room, dressed in a suit and tie matching the shade of Tiana’s dress. “Hi. My name’s Y/N,” you introduced yourself, and he shook your hand with a smile. “David. Nice to meet you.”

“Alright, we should get going-- wouldn’t hurt to get there early.” Tiana picked up her purse. “Thank you again, Y/N!” You nodded and waved them off, waiting until they left before letting out an exhale and turning around, making your way to the living room. It was a little disappointing that Linc was sleeping, considering you had been excited to play with him, but at the same time, maybe it was for the best. You wouldn’t be able to have this conversation with Steve if you were bathing a hyper one-year-old. Plopping down on one of the leather couches, you took your phone out and typed a message.

Y/N: Hey Steve, are you busy right now? Think you could call me?

You figured telling him over the phone would be better rather than simply in a text, and besides, you did not exactly want potential screenshot evidence that you were involved in this mess, if it were to somehow come back to bite you in the ass. Your phone dinged a few minutes later and you immediately turned it on silent, even though there was no possible way Linc could hear it all the way from his nursery. The only reason you would even be able to hear him was because of the high tech baby monitor on the TV stand.

Steve: In a meeting right now, so unfortunately I can’t at the moment. Why? Is everything okay?

You couldn’t help but take note that he was texting you despite being in a meeting, but then reminded yourself to stay focused.

Y/N: I saw something and I wanted to talk to you about it. Just call me whenever you’re free? Linc is sleeping so I should be able to answer.

Steve: Sounds good. You’re okay though right?

You hated how nice he was, how thoughtful-- only because it was making you more angry that Tiana would have the nerve to cheat on him.

Y/N: Yes I’m okay it’s not about me or anything. Just call me as soon as you can okay?

Steve: Ok. Talk to you soon.

You started scrolling through Instagram to distract yourself, but you still couldn’t believe it. This probably had to do with what Stephanie had been saying about Steve and Tiana seeming to have an odd relationship based on how they acted with one another; had Tiana really been cheating for that long, though? How could she live with herself? You felt so disgusted with her, getting more and more irritated that she couldn’t appreciate what literally any woman in this universe would-- being married to Steve Rogers.

You realized you weren’t even looking at the photos on Instagram but rather absentmindedly continuing to scroll with your thumb; God knows how many you had missed. Sighing, you swiped out of the app and leaned back on the couch, resting your head back and staring up at the ceiling. What would happen now? Were you about to destroy a marriage? You felt guilty thinking about it that way, but it had to be done, right? It was wrong to withhold such information from Steve, he deserved to know.

Thankfully your phone rang, and you answered it almost immediately, just wanting to get this over with. “Hi, Steve. Thanks for calling me…”

“Of course, Y/N. I have a bit of time before my next meeting. What’s going on? I gotta say, you’re worrying me here…”

You wished you could tell him it was alright, but you really couldn’t, and you felt horrible.

“I, uh-- there’s really no easy way for me to say this Steve, but… um, well, I got to your house a little early,” you finally began, trying not to be so tongue tied. “And I saw Tiana in the window and… w-well… she was kissing another guy.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and your heart was racing. Why were you drowning in anxiety over here? You could only imagine how Steve felt in this moment. Was he just going to hang up on you? Was he going to explode? Was he going to cry? You didn’t know him well enough to know how he would take news like this, and each second was killing you.

“I.. see.” He finally spoke, and you bit your lip, wondering if he was maybe still processing. He sounded strangely emotionless, but perhaps that was how he showed his own disappointment or upset feelings. “I-- uh, wow. Thank you for telling me, Y/N.” You blinked. How was he so composed? Was this what being an adult was about? Maybe he was far too mature for you, because had you been in his shoes, you would have probably been flipping out. “Are you okay?” you somewhat blurted out, wondering if he was maybe just bottling up his feelings. “You.. you can talk to me about it, if you want, I mean I know it’s none of my business and that we barely know each other and that I just take care of your son but-- I, I’m sorry, I just--”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he cut you off, and you swore that based off the sound of his voice, he was even smiling a little. “I really appreciate it. I think I just need some time to process and think about all of this. I wasn’t really expecting a call like this, you know?” You immediately nodded despite the fact he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, yeah of course. I get it. I-- I guess I’ll let you go, then? Again, I’m sorry, I just thought you should know… it felt wrong if I didn’t tell you.”

“Of course. You did the right thing.” Steve assured you, and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders-- and then you felt guilty for even having that weight there in the first place. You had no reason to be feeling as if you were the burdened one from this. You wanted to help him as best as you could, but he was right. He needed some time to himself. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up, a loud sigh escaping your lips. You were still in shock over how… calm he was. Part of you wanted to sneak up to his and Tiana’s room to try and snoop around for more information, but you knew that was going too far. If anything, his maturity about the situation was actually somewhat inspiring, and so you picked up the remote and turned the TV on, telling yourself to stop thinking about it.

[adrrianraines]

I saw you gush about storyscape way before it was released. I just downloaded the app and I wanna know what are your recommended reads? I don’t wanna waste my tickets and I really want to read something worth while.

hi ! WELCOME TO STORYSCAPE!! honestly it makes my heart full seeing people appreciate and love this marvelous interactive literature app so let’s get down to business!!

THE X-FILES— lemme tell you a story of how i became a whore for the supernatural. ehem. the xfiles? what can i say except more wonderful things? fulton and dexler??? please. i love them sm. read this, i beg of you, gush with me, make me scream because I WILL and yall will get tired of it. I STAN THIS STORY SO HARD. i thank the story Gods and @playstoryscape for making my dreams come true. please. i’m living for this book. i don’t need the romance. I WANT ALL THE MOST COMPELLING AND UNEXPLAINABLE CASES. wtf is pierce up to??? DIRECTOR SKINNER STOP MAKING ME DO YOUR INTERNAL INTELLIGENCE WORK AGAINST PIERCE, give me UNEXPLAINED HUMAN COMBUSTIONS, aliens, area 51, humans getting turned into mucousy jellies, shapeshifting moguls, WITCH TRIALS, fulton honey you deserve that college look baby AND the magic bullets!! LISTEN IN THIS EULOGY I WILL—

LIFE 2.0— this book is honestly everything. you have MISHEL, ABIGAIL, JAIME, ETAN & DAVE! the women LIs are being catered with very ULTRA compelling arcs, scenes and they are getting the equal love they always deserved & even more!! now, not to rain down on chonces because i still honestly love the app but in here the scenes are something you can choose from! there isn’t hesitation for the steamy writing! there’s no ‘and lower’ in this. it’s gonna hit you in the face so hard you’ll forget who you are. there are diamond options but guess what? even if you don’t purchase it you still get a very nice interaction with them, the story progresses as it should, you still get equally well written scenarios, just...i’m in tears. also please romance mishel/abigail they are my wives

TITANIC— yall know how we are so over with the rags to riches trope yes? well our heroine adele starts out as someone who got into prison in the early chapter for fighting for rights. yes. you read that right. AND IT’S A NOBLE CAUSE. like please we are clowns. bich knows how the titanic ends yet we still risk our hearts. also how much more can you troll around by actually dating and making zetta fall in love with you lol. ha! in your face James! at least u proved ur sorry ass useful at some point! storyscape should host us our clownsuits for even agreeing to this emotional trauma 🤡 yall know how titanic ends lmao still you play and submit to pain. guilty as charged. the LIs? jesus don’t even let me begin with ZETTA. matteo??? charlie??? UH I CAN GUSH ABOUT THEM FOR DAYS HELLO??

ETERNAL CITY— can someone protect page for me please because 🤧 this is one of the most creative stories i’ve ever read. it’s technically one for the road, the kind of plot that’ll leave you alone in bed with your thoughts to ponder with. it’s breathtaking and an original take (for me) on an epic drama & adventure (??) genre of story. once you read you won’t be able to stop like ‘I JUST NEED TO CONTINUE PLEASE WHY ARE TWO TICKETS NEVER ENOUGH I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT’ kind of thing. also SEASON 2 WHERE U @—altho be very attentive about the scenarios and plot ok??

they also have their pending projects such as: a vampire story called AGELESS ( WE HAVE A NONBINARY MC!!! IM LIVING!! ) Life 2.0 Season 2 & edge of extinction all in production!

do yourself a favor & download the app. the stories released altho still a few DO NOT disappoint.

[fly-like-a-grayson]

New Chapter (Evan Hansen x Fem!Reader)

Request:  evan x reader, you started dating in high school, stayed together through college, and just bought your first place together,,, au where yall are moving/unpacking boxes? leads to some slightly steamy things??

WC: 2,049

A/N: This is my first smut and it’s bad, I TRIED! I don’t know how I feel about this. I’M SORRY ANON IF THIS IS BAD (also under s read more because NSFW content)

Five years ago, you graduated high school. At the time, you didn’t know what the future would hold for you. All you know is that through it all, Evan Hansen would be by your side. He had been with you throughout all of high school. You two are a team, you’re always going to be there for each other. Now, you had both graduated college a few weeks ago. It was finally time for you to move into your first apartment together. The process of finding an apartment was harder than you expected it would be. You and Evan were so indecisive about what you wanted. Every apartment was what the two of you wanted. Plus, your friends weren’t very helpful. Jared would make sex jokes, Alana would always point out every negative thing possible, Connor would agree with every statement you’d make, and you weren’t able to get Zoe’s help. She’s out of state for college. It seemed hopeless, like the two of you would never a place to call home.

One night, you were sharing your woes to Heidi at her house. “I’m so frustrated! I feel like we’re never going to find a place. We’ve been looking for weeks.”, you groaned, burying your head in your hands.

“I know what you mean.”, Heidi comforted, “You’re going to get this sparkly feeling when you find the right place. You looked up at her, “Thank you for listening to me rant about this. I don’t want to stress Evan out. He’s already being a champ about this.” She smiled at you, “It’s no worries. I’m glad you trust me enough to talk about this.” “Heidi, you’re like a mother to me. You mean a lot to the both of us.”, you gushed giving her a hug. You could feel her smile into the hug. When she pulled away, she decided to ask you a question she’s been wanting to ask for a while, “So, have you and Evan thought about getting married?” Your cheeks burned red, “Oh, um. Well only once before. Things are just so crazy right now. If we do get married though, we’ll probably elope or something. I don’t think either of us wants a big ceremony.” “I’m good with that answer. I haven’t seen anyone make Evan as happy as you’ve made him.”, she said with a smile. Heidi’s question was on your mind as you and Evan drove to see yet another apartment. Evan took notice that something was wrong, but the poor boy didn’t know how to ask. Even after being with you for so long, you still made him flustered, in a good way. He too was getting frustrated with looking for an apartment. He was anxious to rent one already and start living with you. You two went to the same college but lived in the dorm rooms. He just wanted to start this new chapter in his life, with you. You didn’t get out of the car right when you pulled up. You both sat there for about a moment without saying anything. Evan grabbed your hand and squeezed it, “Everything is going to work out  alright.” You looked up at him and smiled, “As long as I’m with you, it will be.” He blushed and got out of the car to open the door for you. You thanked him and grabbed his hand as the two of you walked to the building. There was a polite doorman who smiled at you when you entered the complex. You saw the complex’s owner waiting for you in the lobby. He greeted the two of you, “Oh, hello! You must be Y/N and Evan Hansen.” He reached out to shake your hand. You shook it and stuttered, “Oh, we’re not married.” The man nodded, “I’m very sorry for the confusion. My name is Tom Jacobson, I’m here to show you two around here. Shall we take a look around?” You and Evan LOVED this place! There was a pool, a dog park right next door, a game room on the lobby floor, and every person you two had met was kind. But what you adored was the apartment itself. You felt that ‘sparkly’ feeling Heidi told you about the moment you stepped into the room. You were barely listening to Tom as he told you everything about the place. You could see that place as your apartment with all your photos and furniture in it. The rest of the time went by in a blur. Next thing you knew, you and Evan were sitting in the car, ready to leave. You turned to Evan and looked him straight in the eyes, “It’s perfect.” “The apartment? You really like it?” You nodded, “I love it. But if you don’t like it, we don’t have to live there.”, you quickly said. “No! I like it too. I love it. It’s perfect.”, Evan admitted. A massive smile stretched across your face, “We’re getting an apartment.” “Yeah, we are.”, Evan said with a giggle of disbelief. You two couldn’t be happier. Later that week, the apartment was rented in your’s and Evan’s names. Then, the week after that, Heidi and your parents helped you two move in. Boxes after boxes were carried into the elevator and moved into the different rooms. The little amount of furniture that you owned was carried and put in its place. At about 10, you said your goodbyes to your family and you and Evan were left alone in your new house. You took it upon yourself to empty some of the boxes in your’s and Evan’s room. Just thinking about that made your heart swell. As you were setting up your collection of Funko Pops, you felt Evan’s arms wrap around you from behind. You turned around and smiled at him, “Hi.” He smiled back, “Hello.” He leaned down and kissed you on your forehead. You leaned up and kissed his lips softly. He hummed in satisfaction and moved you flush against him. Evan rested his hands on your hips as the two of you kissed. Your hands were cupping his face, as the kiss became more intimate than innocent. Next thing you knew, you were tugging at each other’s clothes to get them off. Evan laid you back gently onto the bed while kissing down you neck. Both of you were already in your underwear so you could feel Evan’s hot skin against your own. A breathy moan left your mouth as he ran his hand over your bra. “Evan”, you whimpered. He chuckled as he unclasped your bra with shaky hands and tossed it across the room. He tweaked your nipple with his callused fingers. Your breath hitched in your throat sat his actions. Your hands threaded through his soft hair as he kitten licked your other nipple. You pulled his head up, lightly, “Ev, I need you.” He smiled and kissed you again. Your hands trailed down his body to rub his erection through his thin boxers. His hips bucked, rubbing him harder into your palm. You pushed his shoulders so he was lying down on the bed, instead. You straddled him and ground your hips into his. “Holy Christ.”, he loudly moaned out. His hands grasped your hips tightly, guiding you down harder. You moved and peeled off his boxers, sending shivers down his spine. You took his length in your hand and rubbed the tip of it lightly. He cooed out your name as you spread his precum around. Just as you were about to take his shaft into your mouth, he spoke, “I… I don’t want that, not tonight at least. I wanna do that, but for you.” You nodded and let him move to be on top of you while you laid on your back. He kissed your neck, altering between actually kissing and nibbling on your sweet spot. While he did that, he rubbed your mound with his hand. You bit back a moan as he left a hickey where your neck meets your shoulder. You shivered at the cold air on your core when he pulled your underwear off. He moved his mouth to suck on your left nipple. He grazed over your clit with his thumb. “Evan, don’t be a tease.”, you groaned. He removed his mouth from your bud, then he smiled up at you. He kissed down the valley in between your breasts, to your nail, and then he reached where you wanted him most. He replaced his thumb on your clit with his mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. He teased your entrance with the tip of his middle finger. You didn’t have the patience for this tonight, “Evan Hansen! I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right now, you won’t get anything tonight!” He smiled and kissed his way back up to your face. He showered your face with kisses, causing you to giggle. His heart swelled at your beautiful laugh. Then he froze, “Wait, we don’t have a condom.” You bit your lip, scared to say what you wanted to, “Maybe we don’t need one.” “R-r-r-really?”, Evan stuttered, “But what if you get pregnant?” You avoided his gaze, “Well, I don’t think that would be so bad. I wouldn’t mind having a child, with you. We’ve got our own place, stable and good paying jobs. I think we’re ready. Unless you’re not, I understand if you don’t. We can just stop and go to bed.” Evan cut you off with a passionate kiss. He pulled away and spoke, “I think we’re ready also. We’ve been together for years. I’d love to have a child with you.” Everything after that was slow and romantic. Evan treated you like if he was too rough, you might break. A few tears were shed out of overwhelming passion and love for the other. Post sex cuddles ensued after. A few weeks later, your heart stopped when you realized your period was late, very late. You were at work, so you couldn’t just leave. You had to wait in anticipation to go to the grocery store and get a pregnancy test. When you got home, Evan was unpacking the groceries when he saw the multiple test box. He bit his nail out of nervousness. This was it, there was no turning back. You were either pregnant or not, and you’re going to find out. Fear set into him at the idea of both, fear that he’d be a bad father and fear that you wouldn’t even be pregnant. Would you two want to try again if you weren’t? What if it was just a heat of the moment type of thing? What if you were pregnant and didn’t want the child? You walked into the kitchen, seeing Evan holding one of the tests in his hands. “Will you be happy if it’s positive?”, you asked him from the doorway. He turned around to look at you, “Of course. But matters more is if you’ll be happy.” You smiled softly at him, “I will, I’ll be very happy.” “Are you ready?”, he asked you. You nodded, grabbed the tests, and went to the restroom. He left you to do what you needed to do. You set a timer and waited in the kitchen with Evan. The air was thick with tension, you both praying to God that you were in fact pregnant. When the alarm rang throughout the kitchen, you and Evan made nervous eye contact. You slowly walked to the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest. Then when you looked down, happy tears pricked at your eyes. You were looking at 3 plus signs. You ran to Evan and gave him a bone-crushing hug. You were sobbing with glee, “They’re all positive!” He was in disbelief, “I’m going to be a dad?”. You pulled away and nodded with a beaming smile, “Yeah, we’re going to be parents.” He felt himself start to cry with happiness also, “Holy crap. We’re going to be parents!”. He pulled you right back into the hug. The two of you couldn’t be happier than in that moment. You were starting a family with the person you loved the most. You were happy to start this chapter in your life.

[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.12

                                             Part T W E L V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Tokyo, 23:40 P.M.

“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it. 

“I love the clothing they sell here!” You squeaked. The boys let you go shopping right after the concert, allowing you to fantasize over the clothing. You were able to purchase this white t-shirt with a Pikachu outline on it in black. Over it, you bought a gray kimono with camellia flowers on it. As for your pants, you got a regular pair of black pants with this pastel red heels with full wedges. They were comfy, cute, and ornate with flowers. 

“So I see,” Taka said with a soft smile. “Might I say, you look very beautiful in our fashion, Y/N.” You blushed at Taka’s kind words, having Calum growl a bit as he held your waist tighter. “We’re going to one of the nicest hotel in Tokyo– the Park Hotel.” 

“The party is going to be totally sick!” Michael entertained as he slide his guitar to his front. He began to tune his acoustic a bit while everyone walked and talked. You were curious at Michael as everybody crossed the street to the next block. “Y/N, we’re actually collaborating in a song with these guys.” 

“Really? All 8 of you guys are singing 1 song together?” 

“It’s not like we dominate the song,” Ashton says as he weaved his hands together to hold it behind his head. “But we sing the second verse and harmonize with them. We also helped write it since we’re signed together.” 

“I’d figure you guys would have 12 since you’re also signed alongside Hey Violet,” you teased.

“Yeah, but they were busy,” Calum quickly responded. You shrugged, taking this excuse as Michael tested all the strings so the chords were right. 

“Let’s sing a bit of it for her, yeah?” Michael asked happily, having all 8 boys nod as they stopped and formed a circle. You wound up being placed in the middle of them, for some reason. But you watched as Michael counted down before strumming. “At the second chorus, guys!” 

“Can you hear me? I’m tryna hear you!” Taka sang, staring straight into your eyes as you watched him sing. “Silences strikes like a hurricane–” everybody joined in to harmonize, having you fascinated at how loud and strong they sounded. 

“Take what you want, take what you want and go.” Luke began singing after the chorus, repeating the same lyrics as he tapped his foot. His voice was strong and a bit tired from the concert, but it was still as lovely as ever. 

“Still remember a time when you felt like home?” You turned to find Michael singing, watching as he strummed passionately. His green eyes were locked on yours as he sang beautifully. No matter what, there was nothing that could exhaust that boy. 

“Can you hear me? I’m tryna hear you–silence strikes like a hurricane!” You turned to hear Ashton singing, having him pat your head with his large hand. “I’m singing for you, you’re screaming at me! It’s hard to see your tears in the pouring rain!” All the boys then began harmonizing in ‘oh’ as you watched them sing. 

“Finish it, Calum!” Luke encouraged, having you turn over to your boyfriend. He offered his hands out, having you take them as Michael slowed his strumming pace. He looked into your eyes with his almond ones, seeing the adoration flow out of them. 

“Take what you want, take what you want and go…” Calum sang, having you blush before he went to plant a kiss on your forehead. Before you all knew it, people around you were clapping ecstatically. Several fans were going insane as their phones flashed several photos of you guys. 

“This is why we don’t randomly perform on the sidewalk, Michael!” Ashton somewhat scolded the bleach-haired boy, receiving a sheepish smile from him before going to take a selfie. You giggled as Calum placed his chin on your head with one arm wrapped around you. 

“Let’s have a lot of fun, okay?” Calum asked softly, his hands cupping your cheeks to turn your head to face him. You watched as he leaned his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. There was a sudden twinkle in his almond ones, having you blush from his wild intensity. 

“O-okay…” you whispered, having Calum smile to get one out of you as well. 

23:55 P.M.

“5SOS and One OK Rock has entered the building!” Taka announced as you all stood in front of the open doorway. You were all on the top floor, which is known to have several pools, amazing service, and the best view of Tokyo. Plus, it was rumored that someone had a stage installed in the Penthouse Suite just for the party. 

“The guests of honor are here!” Someone shouted into a mic, having you giggle while watching the boys cheer right in front of you. You’ve watched them grow from those losers in the garage to rock stars on stages all over the world. Your eyes were threatening to create tears until you felt a tug upon your hand. 

“Huh?” You hummed, looking to see Calum glance at you from the front.Before he can speak, his phone suddenly began to ring. You watch as he fished out his phone and took a second to look before hanging it up. He then looked back at you again, his gaze kind and inviting.  

“C’mon,” Calum beckoned softly. “Let’s go in and party.” 

Tonight by the Jonas Brothers began to blast through the suite as everybody was having a ball. People were playing all sorts of games like beer pong and taking several body shots. It was insane how energetic this party was in comparison to Niall’s back in Dublin. 

“Y/N, baby, let me take a few shots off you!” Calum was beyond wasted. It was completely different from Niall’s party. He was practically swinging around with back to back beers, having you worry over his health. But he seemed to be having a blast, and you didn’t want to spoil it. 

“Okay,” you obliged, having him quickly pick you up to lay you down on the table by the living room. One of the many living rooms, anyways. You blushed as Calum slowly lifted your shirt up right before your breasts. Flushing, you watch as a mere stranger comes over and pours Vodka into your belly button. Moving away, you watch as Calum gives your belly a hungry lip lick with eagerness in his eyes. 

“Are you ready, princess?” Calum cooed seductively, having you jump from his lust as he suddenly latched his lips around your belly button. His tongue dipped into your belly button first, tracing circles in it as the Vodka spilled out a bit. But, he soon began sucking, the liquid being taken from your belly button. You couldn’t help but feel turned on by his suckage upon your stomach. Your skin was bound to turn red as he was sucking like he’d do when giving hickies. 

“Yeah, Hood!” People cheered him on as you shut your eyes embarrassingly. Although you trusted Calum, you couldn’t help but shy up from all the eyes locked on you. You suddenly felt the heat of his mouth disappear, indicating he unlatched his lips. You open your eyes, seeing as Calum gives your belly a kiss before looking over at you and giving you a wink. 

“Isn’t my girlfriend just beautiful?” Calum slurred, draping his shoulder carelessly on another person as he pointed at you. “Look at her– she’s as red as an apple! My new favorite fruit is her right now.” 

“Can we take a shot off her?” Another boy, fairly handsome, requested from your Maori king. Calum gave him a stupid face, looking immensely sour at the man who suddenly got nervous. 

“Ask me that ever again, and nobody will be able to recognize you after this party,” Calum threatened with a growl, having the man put his hands up while shyly escaping the crowd. The people around nervously chuckled as Calum pulled down your shirt and helped you sit up. 

“Please don’t get violent, okay?” You softly spoke to Calum, pushing yoru face against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around you in return, causing warmth in the loving embrace. The brace felt like it lasted years, but it came to a quick end when someone was yelling that Luke Hemmings was dancing his drunk heart out. 

“Oh fuck, Luke is dancing? This is the end of the world, honestly,” Calum snorts as he grabs your hand and leads you towards the source everybody was running to. Before you knew it, you were introduced to a side of Luke you’ve never seen before. 

On a large, runway stage, stood the blonde boy with blue eyes. His blouse-like shirt flowed with his movements while his skinny jeans restricted them. But nonetheless, he was moving in ways that you’d never imagine you’d ever see before. Luke was all smiles and pure energy in his eyes as he shook his ass on that stage. 

“Holy shit!” Calum exclaimed, letting out a laugh as he brought the both of you closer to the stage. Luke was dancing to Applause by Lady Gaga, having you cup your mouth to cover your laughter. He began clapping as he walked down the stage, having everybody clap with him as he sang the song without a mic. 

“I live for the applause, applause, applause– I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause!” Luke shouted as he clapped his hands strongly together. “Live for the way that you cheer ‘n scream for me, the applause, applause, applause–!” 

“Luke is something else,” you let out a sigh as you dropped your head in your hand with pure defeat. 

24:32 P.M. 

Several people took a stab at this new Lip Sync Battle they created at the party. You thought it was absolutely silly, but loved the happy vibe they gave off from being so carefree. You then stopped giggle when Calum rushed on the stage and declared it his turn. 

“Calum, please–!” You tried, but Calum was far too drunk and glowing to even dare pay attention. 

“What song, mate?” The DJ called out. 

“Imma take Grind On Me!” Calum cheered, having the large crowd cheer with him. Before you knew it, you were being pushed forward to the stage as more people began packing the area. As soon as someone heard that Calum was performing, the party shifted from the other areas to see your Maori boy perform solo. 

“Your boyfriend is crazy, you know that?” You heard in your ear, turning to find Michael right by your side. He gave you a playful smirk before diverting his green eyes back to his band mate. “He’s really doing this…” 

“Trust me, I can’t believe it either,” you say quietly, smiling widely as you watched Calum beckon at someone for something. Before you knew it, a chair was crowd-surfing, making it to the stage as Calum reached to grab it. “What the fuck is he doing?” 

Calum sets up the chair at the front center of the stage, which is where you were stood by. He straightened it to perfection, dusting off the cushion before declaring it perfect. He then scanned the crowd, spotted you, and beckoned you over with his index finger. 

“E-eh?” You squeaked, pointing at yourself as a spotlight was shined on you. Everybody around you backed up and moved away to allow you to go to the stage. You turned to Michael, who offered his hand to you to guide you. Shyly, you take the tips of his fingers and allowed him to take you. 

“Let loose and have fun,” Michael assured with a smile, as he grabbed your waist and lifted you on the stage. Calum grabbed your hands as he did, helping you safely on the stage as you stood above everybody around. 

“Sit down, m’lady,” Calum seductively purred in your ear, feeling a sudden shudder trickle down your spine. With you practically froze, Calum grabbed your shoulders and sat you down on the chair. Once you were sat, Calum bent down to put his lips near your ear. You suddenly felt a nip at your earlobe, having your heart stop immediately. “Enjoy the show, love.” 

Speechless, you wait as the music begins to play and Calum was already starting his drunk improvisation. As the beginning music plays, Calum swayed his hips a bit before standing to your right. You watched in awe as he extends his other leg to the other side of you and slowly takes a seat on your lap. 

Baby grind on me

Relax your mind, take your time with me

His crotch was firmly placed upon yours, having you flush up immediately. But Calum refused to let you hide it, as he grabbed your chin and directed your face towards his. You locked eyes with him as you felt his hardening cock grind into your crotch. 

Let me get deeper shorty, ride on me

Now come and sex me til yo’ body gets weak

You never thought Calum was able to move like this. He swayed his hips like he’s been dancing all his life in pure secrecy. The way he moved them along with the beat was far too sexy than you could ever imagine. And feeling his hardening dick against you, you could feel yourself get hotter each time he grinds. 

His hands escape to grabs the wooden part of the backrest of the chair as he begins to grind harder. You snapped out of your frozen state to quickly grab his waist with your hands. You could hear the crowd go insane, with flashes going off and videos likely being taken. But you didn’t mind, and you doubted that Calum did, too. 

“Mmph, baby…” he moaned into your ear, feeling your body grow goosebumps all over. You took over at his face to see his cheeks flushed, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his almond eyes full of lust. You could hear his panting by your ear, hearing it so raw and raspy that you thought it’d be the death of you. 

But then again, everything Calum did was the end of you. 

Quickly, as the chorus repeated itself, Calum removed himself from your lap, having circulation return in them. He swiftly walked over behind you and gently took the chair to lay it down on the stage. With you still in it, you found your torso lying down with your legs up and bent. Screams emerged even louder this time as Calum put his legs on either side of you again, but with his knees now on the stage. 

His crotch was now pressed against your lower belly, while still managing to be able to dig into your cave. You looked up, fully blushing, as Calum stared at you with this incredible intensity. You could see him sweating, both from being turned on as well as the energy he was putting in for this. But you could tell that he was not planning to stop anytime soon. 

“You drive me insane like this, babygirl,” Calum spoke softly to you, his eyes dimming a bit as he stared at you. The both of you were practically panting, him from his grinding and you from being the one receiving the grinding. You then watch as Calum began to bite his bottom lip and biting off some dried skin. 

Without breaking the gaze, you took out your lip balm and took a dollop of it out. With the lubricant on your index finger, you reach up and wipe it slowly along his bottom lip. From left… to right… It felt smooth, like smearing butter on soft bread. Calum’s breath halted from your gentle touch, having him suddenly grab your wrist. The tip of your finger was still lightly touching his bottom lip. 

“Do you like touching my lips, baby?” Calum asked, only audible to you as you looked into his brown eyes. 

“Yes…” you practically breathed that confirmation out, feeling your cheeks burn with blood. He quickly sits up a bit and grabs the both of your wrists. You watch as he rose his crotch from your body and slammed your hands down on the stage. It was still overwhelming to you to think that he was doing this in front of so many people. 

“Do you like my lips against yours?” Calum growled, lowering his face down to you as he lightly brushes his nose on yours. 

“Y-yes…” 

“Do you want them on yours right now?” 

“Pl-please…” Before you knew it, he smashed his lips against yours graciously. You could feel your strawberry lip balm get smeared upon your lips as he kissed you hungrily. Even the flavor was dropping into your tongue as he broke into your mouth with his. You let him dominate as you were far too turned on and weak to even try. 

As he kissed you, you felt him pull back slightly. Not all the way, but enough to know that his lips weren’t desperately smashed on your lips. Squinting with one eye, you watch as Calum rose his left leg cautiously. He was balancing himself with his right as he brought his foot between your legs against the seat of the chair. With one motion, he quickly pushes it away, allowing your legs to fall stretched out and flat on the stage. 

The crowd was eating this performance up, having your heart pound even faster. It was practically hammering against your chest as Calum brought his crotch back down to yours. His dick was rock hard, feeling it very easily upon your oozing flower. You desperately wanted him, feeling his boner just as desperate to be inside you. 

“F-fuck–!” Calum growled, pulling his lips away from yours as he tried to grind on you deeper. You tried closing the desperate cause for no friction as you bucked your crotch against his. He cursed a bit again, having you writhe under him from how sexy he sounded. Finding this pleasantly repetitive, you finally noticed that the song was only a repetition of the chorus. 

“Calum! Calum! Calum!” The crowd chanted his name, encouraging his sexual movements being used upon you. But you noticed Calum growing tired, seeing as this performance should come to an end. You wrap your arms around his moist, hot neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. He takes note of the indication and stands up with you clinging onto him. 

With Calum back on his feet, you placed yours on the stage. You were suddenly pulled in for a warm hug, feeling Calum’s pants upon your chest as he embraced you. As the music slowly faded away, all you could hear was the incredible loudness of applause and cheers for you and Calum. 

“Um, wow!” Demi Lovato suddenly came to the both of you on stage with a mic. She was looking gorgeous, as usual. You couldn’t even get starstruck due to how much shock you were from Calum. “Where the hell did that come from, Calum?” 

As Demi handed Calum the mic, he held it to his mouth and simply stood there. Whistles and cheers were still being chanted as Calum looked at the crowd. He touched the microphone to his lips, and slightly parted them. But before he can utter any words, a sudden hiccup emerged from his mouth. 

You couldn’t help but giggle as everybody else joined in the laughter. 

this was… steamy. fuck, okay. please tell me whatcha think, loves? tell me right here aha xx thank you all for this amazing support during this crazy time in my life rn. i appreciate the patience and the support from yall bc ik i dont deserve but i really love it so much xx 

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 9: Jealousy is a Disease, Get Better Bitch

It’s 3 weeks into term 2 and Mirio and I are the main talk of the school. Iida is still feeling the regret of not speaking up. Muffin 2.0 has an attachment to me and is my assistant and security robot. Important exams are coming up for the intelligence program and more training is required. 

-Wednesday in Weaponry-

“Ok let’s review class! When I say a weapon, you present it.” commanded Diya sensei.

“YES SIR!”

“Ok, present straight blade.”

Class presents the correct blade.

“Present brass knuckles”

Everyone but me gets it wrong.

“Really? its literally the only one that has finger holes!” said sensei rubbing his temples “everyone but Palma take a lap!”

“YES SIR!” everyone runs off to do their punishment.

“Palma, come here.” 

I get sweaty “yes sir.”

“Now you are doing amazingly well into this term, I was wondering if you could do more training with the hero 1-A class since you need the copy practice.”

“More practice as in, scheduled training?”

“Yes, if you accept I can talk it over with Aizawa on which days so you can have the full schedule of things.”

“I accept!”

“Great! Another thing, you are a strong contender along with Oleshin and Matsui to take the labyrinth and pro-take down practice tests.”

“Oh? I thought only third years take those tests to get into branch academies?”

“Yes but you 3 as a squadron can take the practice tests so in third year you can take the actual test and get into top academies, like at country level agency.”

“That’s quite the honor! I will train my hardest to bring honor to our program.”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

The rest of class continues as usual and Diya tells Mimi and Jin about the practice tests. They also accept the challenge and we get excited about special moves and combos we could do. The rest of the class gets envious of us but we don’t care.

-Meanwhile in the hero 1-A classroom, before I arrive-

“Gah! did you guys hear what Mirio said in the hall in the morning when that one guy was pestering Palma-san?!” said Hagakure.

“I’m getting sick of hearing about this Mirio, unless Palma-san talks about the steamy details about their dates and sessions.” said Bakugo

“Seeing them walk to school holding hands makes me want to have that too” swooned Uraraka.

“Have you seen them training?! He can bench press her!” fanboy’d Kirishima “So manly! Palma-san picked the manliest one of them all!”

Iida was just sitting there, getting jealous that she chose such a person when he knows her secrets. He felt guilty but he wished they would break up so he can swoop in and take his chance. I teleported in.

“Hello everyone!” I said with a warm smile.

“Palma-san! You seem happier than earlier~ did Mirio do something?” asked Aoyama.

“Not this time! I have to give sensei this and I can train more with you guys!”

“Yay! I love our training sessions! You make them fun!” said Mina as she jumped.

“I’m less excited” shivered Mineta “I’m getting flashbacks to when she donkey kicked me into Sato’s ass.”  

“DON’T REMIND ME!” screamed Sato, clenching his buttcheeks “I’ll never be the same again.”

“I remember that! My best work yet” I said proudly “my dad taught me how to donkey kick.”

“Why is it every time you show us a useful skill, your father was the one that taught you?” questioned Iida.

“I was the favorite of my siblings because I was so easy to teach and had the patience to perfect these skills” I said remembering my dad “I love my dad and him showing me these skills was his way of showing me he cares for me.”

“Your dad sounds so manly!” said Kirishima “only the manliest men in Palma-san’s life!”

“I’m jealous!” spoke up Midoriya “wish my dad was around to show me useful skills.”

“yo that’s so fucking sad, you ok?” I said as the door opened.

“We’ll get started soon so take your seats” said Aizawa with a stack of papers.

“Oh sensei here, Diya sensei is putting in my request for non-grade training.” said as I handed in a manila folder with my name and program on the flap.

“Thank you Miss Palma, I’ll give these back to Diya by the end of the day.”

Class starts and the rest of the day follows as usual. It’s after school and Mirio is walking me to the dorms.

“Can I ask you something?” asked Mirio.

“Sure, ask away.”

“Why did you come over here?”

Oh boy he wants answers to that part of my file, gotta think fast “To make things short of a whole tragic story, I came over here to protect my family because there’s no hero culture in America. My school was attacked and tried to take my friends to safety but I took a bullet for a beloved teacher instead. Fearing for my family and life, I separated from them and got them relocated while I came over here. It’s was best for everyone this way.”

“That’s incredible! You’re a hero Palma-san!” exclaimed Mirio “You’re so self-less, caring and brave... true qualities of a great hero. I’m honored to be in the presence of such a heroic person.”

Oof I’m going to literally vomit “Thanks but I’m not a hero, I never wanted to be one. I was planning on being a musician or quirk researcher for medicine, that attack ruined my life.”

“But why? You clearly have the power and knowledge to be in the Top 10! Along with All Might! and myself when I finish school! Don’t you want to protect others from the evil of the world?”

I’m about to end this conversation “No, I don’t want to protect everyone because I know I can’t.”

“Well yea but-”

“Mirio, if you’re busy protecting me....then who’s protecting you? Who’s protecting your family? Who’s protecting your home? I want to be the person that protects those people because I know first hand how it is to be ripped away from your family. I know how it is to see your home get torn down with everyone still inside. I know how it is to see your role model get injured.” I started to cry “I don’t wish that on anybody! I’m not a hero, I’m some dead teenager that didn’t save the school or crime. I everyone that once knew me thinks I’m dead and the person that took the shot got the satisfaction of putting me in ground. Is that the hero you’re praising me to be! HUH MIRIO!?”

Mirio just looked at me with wide eyes, he knew he messed up and this whole convince her to be a hero ploy was not going to work.

“I’m sorry- I, don’t know what to say... I never thought-”

“save it Mirio” I said through my angry tears “I need to be alone right now, excuse me.” I teleport out before he could reach out to stop me. He ran to the dorms to see if I was there and apologize properly.

“Um hello! Sorry for the intrusion, but did Palma-san teleport in?” asked Mirio at the entrance of the dorms to Midoriya and Todoroki.

“I didn’t see her before I came down here.” said Midoriya

“Me neither, I thought she was with you Mirio-kun” answered Todoroki “what happened?”

“I asked her a question and I guess it hit a nerve with her and she started to get upset and cry. Before I could apologize she said she needed to be alone and teleported off” explained Mirio “I feel so awful and I don’t know where else could she be!”

“Hmm, I think Iida-kun might know! Lets go ask him, come.” said Todoroki

The boys go up to the boys side and found Iida in the commons room.

“Iida-kun we need help!” said Midoriya in a panic “Palma-san ran off”

“Ran off? I thought she was with-” Iida started then stopped when he saw Mirio with a gulity expression on “with you- WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?! YOU MADE HER CRY DIDN’T YOU!?”

Mirio flinched “I did and I feel absolutely terrible! I didn’t know my question was going to get her upset and cry! Can you please help me find her?”

Iida was trying his hardest not to blow up in Mirio’s face “I have an idea where she might of ran off to, the intelligence dorms and probably in her friends’ dorm to vent” he said as he walked toward the stairs “come on! we have a small window before she goes on a mini adventure with those 2!” The boys follow him to the 4 story dorms thats right next to the hero dorms.

“Hey I’ve seen that car before in the school parking lot! I didn’t know their sensei had an American model car.” said Midoriya as he pointed at the tan colored Jeep that was parked on the west side of the dorms.

Iida panics and said “oh right? hehe imports are so expensive! Lets hurry!”

They go up to the 2nd floor and get greeted by Jin “WELL! if it isn’t a broccoli, robot, thermostat and naked man! Here to make baby girl cry some more?! Or did you come to surrender your asses to Mimi for a Russian beeting?!”

“Please! Mirio just wanted to-”

“SAVE IT ROBOT! I know what happened and I’m about to use my moves on yall if you take one. more. step.” Jin menaced as he struck a pose.

“This is ridiculous! I just want to see her real quick, excuse me” Mirio said as he scooted past Jin.

“MAYDAY MAYDAY! PALMA TAKE ESCAPE MEASURES!” Jin screamed into his earpiece.

The boys stood confused for a second then heard a car honk.

“Gotta go boys! Babygirl doesn’t wanna talk to yall” he said summoning a portal “bye bye!”

Iida’s eyes widen as he realizes whats going on “SHE WOULDN’T!” as he sped off with the other boys followed 

“she wouldn’t do what Iida-kun?!” asked Todoroki as they got to the front of the dorms. They catch her with Mimi and Jin in that tan Jeep, speeding off the property.

“That, Mirio you just-” he said turning to Mirio but gets cut off by Midoriya.

“SHE STOLE A CAR! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! SHE’S GOING TO GET HURT IIDA-KUN! I’M REPORTING THIS TO AIZAWA IMMEDIATELY.”

“There is no way she’s getting out of this one” Todoroki said shocked “she violated school rules and committed a felony!”

Cut to hours later when I returned to my dorm, Mirio went home and blew up my phone and everyone in the hero dorm knows what I did. I teleported in my room and got out of my emergency outing clothes that I keep in my car and into lounge wear. My plan was to walk out of my room and act like I didn’t just go to the arcade and messed with people at the town plaza with Mimi and Jin. I walk out and see everyone in the commons room; along with Aizawa, Midnight and All Might... oh n e p t u n e I am in danger of getting exposed.

“Oh Miss Palma! There you are, you gave your classmates quite a scare” said Aizawa “mind telling us the details of your latest heist?”

I sweat but feel bold “Oh hehehe NOPE!” I said as I tried to teleport but get swindled by Aizawa’s Erasure and I fall on my face.

“You’re not in trouble but your classmates need to know why what you did isn’t terms to get you in trouble.” coaxed Midnight as she helped me up.

Deep breath in “Ok yall so you heard about me speeding off in a Jeep that was parked near the intelligence dorms. Truth is, I didn’t steal the car nor did I borrow it, that Jeep belongs to me.” I say as I take out my car key “I was issued a Japan drivers license a month before school started and the Jeep was imported from my home in the America. The only person in the hero 1-A class that knew about this secret was Tenya because I trusted him with this secret among some others I don’t want to get into. I’m sorry for all the worry and distress I’ve caused over this, please forgive me for my carelessness.”

“Young lady I don’t know how they do it in America but these impulses need to stop! It’s not the hero way.” scolded All Might

“No All Might, she’s allowed to do all that, she’s intel and I won’t hear the end of it from Agent 99 if we provoke her!” Midnight said already feeling the stress of the backlash.

“You’re not my dad American Stereotype Man! I do what I want, I’m not stupid!” I sassed.

“This whole time you had a car and couldn’t give us rides anywhere?!” spoke up Sero “do you know how many Mcdonalds runs we could’ve had?!”

“We could’ve gone shopping at the nicer malls! Or went to the arcade after school!” Kaminari chimed in.

Everyone was abuzz with this new information and I had enough, I wasn’t having fun anymore. “SHUT UP! This is exactly why I didn’t tell anyone, yall would just use me for my car instead of treating me like a true friend. I’ve had it with today!” I yelled as I walked back to my dorm to cry out my frustration. I cried myself to sleep that night and woke up puffy from all the crying. I felt and looked like garbage and no amount of makeup could’ve helped it. I get a text while I waited for my coffee to finish brewing, it was from Mirio

[Good morning, I know you’re still upset but please let me right my wrongs. I want to talk and I promise I won’t bring up the past.]

I should respond or I’ll look like the bitch [ok, lets talk at lunch then]

[Great! see you then, have a good 1st half of school]

I get guilty that I did a whole spectacle in my wanting to be alone. I dread going to the hero wing for class, I wanted everyone to just not look at me, I was getting lost in my dread then I realized somebody was talking to me.

“Ita, what happened yesterday?” asked Iida softly

“Oh?! sorry I was getting lost in my thoughts. Mirio asked me why was I here and gave me false praise for my past.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Rather not, I don’t want to lash out on you too. I really lost control yesterday and everything else was a mess afterwards.”

While class was in session, the big 3 was getting filled in on what happened.

“I told you it was a bad idea! It’s a traumatic event Mirio!” scolded Amajiki.

“So what now? Do we just stop pursuing her now that we know the truth?” pondered Nejire “such a shame, she was a promising candidate for top hero.”

“Guys forget all that! I messed up BIG time with her and worst of all she doesn’t even want to be here” said Mirio as he flipped through his phone “I even looked up the school she went to and it’s true what she said, everyone believes she’s dead and she didn’t actually stop that gang leader. She’s not a hero back home, and she’s not at liberty to switch over to be one.”

The other two looked at each other and Amajiki asked “Are you going to break up with her?”

“I don’t want to but I can’t lie to myself that what I did was forgivable, I looked at her personal information and just assumed she was this hometown hero that’s studying abroad to help everyone back home” said Mirio solemnly “She’s a bright young lady that was taken away from her family and home to live her life in hiding here. I’ve never been so wrong in my life guys, it’s best if I break things off.”

“We’re with you on this Mirio!” said Nejire hugging Mirio.

“Then is today the day you’re going to-” started Amajiki.

“No, I’m going to wait until we get into our exams so I don’t put blame on them but on my seriousness to be a hero. She’ll understand and it’s less hurtful.” 

Lunch started and I was sweating with anxiety, I was down with breaking up but not with delving into the reasons I ended up here. It went better than I thought, he apologized and I apologized for the whole dramatics of the car thing. I was relieved that he didn’t want to break up because I wanted to practice his quirk some more, I was almost at mastery with it. Fast forward to stats and strats with Jin, an upperclassman works with us on classwork.

“Say, are you guys part of the top first years that are taking the practice exams?” asked the upperclassman.

“We are! I guess rumor of it is spreading among the program.” said Jin

“Congrats! Are you guys excited about the pro-take down? Because we all are!”

“Why? What’s so cool about it for the hype?” I questioned.

“Because it’s broadcasted for the school and agencies to watch! Plus the whole set up is made to defeat or detain all the 3rd years that are becoming pro heroes.”

“Wait does that also-”

“Yup, including the Big Three! They’re usually the reason why the test has a high fail rate. I personally haven’t seen anybody made it past the river section.”

I look at Jin and we exchange the same ‘bitch we have the upper hand’ look. Class ends and we rush over to Mimi to tell her the news.

“We do have the upper hand! Ita you have to say as long as possible with naked man and his friends.”

“Thats the plan but we need a special formation for at least detaining the other 2 and somehow stunning naked man-” I start and get interrupted with a text, it’s Mirio.

[Hey is it ok if today we don’t walk home together? I have to study with Amajiki and Nejire]

[It’s alright, work hard! see you tomorrow!]

I teleport to the dorms and I try not to bring attention to myself. I was doing my homework in my room and I get a bunch of knocks on my door

“who is it?”

“it’s the boys”

Why tho? “ok come in”

It was all the boys in 1-A pile in my room. I get a weird feeling in my stomach that they want something from me.

“We know another one of your dirty little secrets.” said Mineta

I start sweating because it could be literally anything “Oh yeah? what did you discover?”

“You’re familiar with the game League of Legends? Aren’t you Tsaxyphone420?!” confronted Kaminari.

Oh what a relief! It’s a non serious secret. “Oh you caught me! Yes I am Tsaxyphone420.”

The boys gasped “I can’t believe it! How are you playing the game without a console or TV?” asked Sero.

I walk over to my closet and show them a 2 by 3ft flat screen and a game console with my pink controller and matching headset. “My buddy Jin fixed the tv and console that we found at a thrift store while trying to find parts for our project. I’ve had my account for years before I came here and I’d just play when I get invited to the 3rd year kickbacks.”

The boys were floored and envious of my well kept secrets but I was curious “How did you guys know it was me?”

“Alot of the moves and strategies the character does mimics your pattern of strategy minus the wrestling moves” said Midoriya holding his notebook “I noticed when I was watching Kaminari and Mineta try to raid your fortress a month ago.”

“At the same time you were in your allegedly in your room doing your online homework” Iida said fixing his glasses “your giggling and murmuring was suspicious and we connected the dots.”

“And we’re here to make a wager Palma-san! Your clan v our clan! If we win, you have to cook us dinner for a month” proclaimed Sato “dessert included!”

“Ok and if I win, yall have to cook breakfast for the girls and I for a month.”

“DEAL! WE WON’T LOSE!” said Mineta, Sero, Sato, Kaminari and Tokoyami in unison “SUMMON THINE CLAN FOR WAR!”

“Palma to Matsui, do you copy?”

“Matsui here, what’s the situation?”

“We’ve been challenged, order to summon the clan!”

“-gasp- I am contacting the others immediately!”

“Roger that” 

We played on the commons room TV and everyone came down to see. Victory to my clan and the uproar from the boys was so rewarding.

“AHHHH! Mineta you fuckin cost us the game!” yelled Sato.

“nuh! Denki when full dumb mode when he started attacking us instead!”

“We lost, now we must uphold our end of the deal” Tokoyami said trying to hide his rage.

“Good job clan! You just earned me breakfast for a whole month.”

“Our pleasure Palma! See you later!”

“no fair! you have all the talent!” said Kaminari “seriously what can’t you do?!”

“I keep telling yall it’s math! Something about numbers makes my brain shut off.”

“Didn’t you test out of 1st year math?” Iida slid in with the facts.

“Yea, BARELY! I was one point away from having to take it anyways! But also if I didn’t test out, I wouldn’t be in your class.” I said as I took my headset off “would anyone else be as fun as me?!”

Fast forward to Saturday, Mimi and Jin summoned me for a training session. We work on formations in the shared field and it caught the attention of the Baku-squad.

“Hey! mind if we have a go at you three?” said Kirishima “those formations are looking a bit easy to evade.”

“Ok, the goal is to detain, get in formation heroes!” said Jin “Mr. Muffins start timer.”

We start and as expected, they’re trying to take down Mimi when the real threat is Jin. We them in the center of our formation and Jin gives the signal to get out of the center to deploy endless loop portals (point A portal is directly under portal B so the object falls indefinitely). The Baku-squad gets in the loop and we shoot our net guns to detain them and get them out of the endless falling.

“TIME! How long was that Mr Muffins?” asked Jin.

“that was 2 minutes and 45 seconds.”

“Fuck! we didn’t shave off our goal” I said as I untangled Mina out of the net “yall want another go to see if we can shave another 15 seconds off to our goal time?”

“What the hell was that?!” growled Bakugo “That was so quick I didn’t even realize I got captured!”

“I think I’m gonna be sick” groaned Sero.

“So is that a no?” asked Mimi.

“You three are so potent, its a little scary how silent and quick you captured us” said Kirishima trying to gnaw himself out of the net.

“You should see us when we have weapon combat!” I said starting to untangle Kirishima “Mimi shot a rubber bullet into somebody’s asshole during the licensing, poor dude regretted teasing us with his exposed ass out. And Jin! oof you better not get too close or he’ll cut you so quick with his squat and stab combo!”

“But that’s not as impressive as your boomerang timer gun combo! I shat myself when I saw the flying gun at the licensing, that poor West side school didn’t see it coming and they all failed.” said Jin untying Bakugo.

They saw us like we were psychopaths and didn’t want to train with us anymore. I go about the rest of my day and Mirio asks me to an impromptu date. We walk to downtown and spend quality time together but I could tell he did it to make himself not feel guilty about the next few days of slowly detaching himself to break up with me. I this isn’t my first rodeo, I know the beginning of the end when I see it. I ask the difficult questions

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yea, what is it?” he said as he stopped his sip.

“I know you’re older and its a different culture here, but what number am I on your list?”

“On my list of what?”

“List of people you’ve dated, what number am I?”

“I don’t see you as a number! But you are my second.”

“...really?”

“yes....wait, what number am I?”

“Fourth, and if you’re counting random kissing encounters, tenth.”

Mirio spits out his drink “WHAT?! You’ve kissed random dudes?”

“Band parties and Intel parties are fucking wild dude, I don’t get around, I’m picky about the boys I want to involved myself with.”

“You were my first kiss and longest relationship, I guess I wasn’t the experienced one in this one huh?” he said nervously.

“You didn’t kiss your first one?”

“no... I was like 11 when we ‘dated’ and broke up a week later because I accidentally got naked while we were holding hands.”

“Thats both hysterical and cute at once!” I said laughing.

Mirio starts to run his hand on my side, I know where this is going “Well I haven’t had much practice, I’m always training and studying.”

“Well if it’s practice you want” I said before looking around and whispered in his ear “you can test my skills in the back of my Jeep.”

He spits out his drink again and vigorously nods his head. I saw his eyes, they screamed ‘yes please holy shit thats hot’. We briskly walked to the street corner and I teleported us to my car. We didn’t waste time, the moment I opened the back he tossed me in and dove right in. While we didn’t have sex or anything lewd, things still got really hot and heavy. When we had enough, I drove him home and he was still dazed from our little session. I went back to the dorms thinking I was so sly that I added a couple more days to my relationship. I teleport in and went to drink some water because a bitch thirsty. I was just standing in the kitchen chugging water and Bakugo flips the light on and sees how disheveled I was.

“Nice! Me too” he said as he took off his shirt and I saw his love marks and scratch marks.

“Bitch you don’t even know the full story!” I said as I took off my shirt and my marks ran down my chest and sides plus deeper scratch marks on my back. We shared details and he kinda slipped that it was Kirishima. “It’s cool fam, secrets safe with me.”

“thanks, gotta go give him some water before he whines.” he said running off with a bottle of water in hand.

I walk to my room with my shirt off and Tokoyami walks out and just stares longingly.

“I miss that, Ita. How much longer do I have to wait to have another session with you?”

“I don’t know, from the way things went in my car. I just added at least another week, be patient~”

I wake up in the morning feeling so smug with myself that I didn’t even try to hide my love marks. There was talk in the bathroom after I left.

“Yo! Mirio is really claiming her” whispered Sero to Kaminari “not gonna lie bro, I hope they stay together.”

“ugh right! Seeing them makes me want to fall in love too” whispered Midoriya “wonder if Iida-kun has moved on from her?”

The whispers still made it through the roar of the shower head Iida was under. He’s still hurt and refuses to move on because he swears she’s THE one. Meanwhile, the big three are at Amajiki’s house, studying but it was really just to check in with Mirio.

“Helloooo! Earth to Mirio!” Nejire waved a hand in front of a still dazed Mirio.

“Mirio did you do it?” asked Amajiki.

“No...we didn’t have any protection, it wouldn’t be fair~” Mirio said spacing out.

Nejire and Amajiki looked at each other “Mirio...he meant did you break up with her.”

Mirio snapped out of it “Oh...OH! uhhh no...” he put his head in his hands “I was on track to the break up part but she got me with the ‘wanna test me in the back of my Jeep’ and now I want to make-out while the sun sets.”

“It’s like she’s luring you in for something.” said Amajiki

“Yeah, commitment! Mirio you can’t just stay with her because she lets you suck face in her car, kiss her goodbye before it goes too far.”

“That’s my problem Nejire! I think I love her~!” He said slamming his head down on the table “I don’t even want to change her to be a hero, I want to be domestic and have kids with her! Maybe some dogs and with flower bushes everywhere and....” Mirio was going off in his tangent while the other two came up with a plan. The new plan was to give Palma-san a break up note before going to an off-campus training. That will give time for Mirio to forget about her and for Palma to move on. 

-One week later: Wednesday, in the hallway of the hero wing-

“Ok Mirio, you’ve dodged this moment for too long!” said Nejire “Here’s the note, just give it to her and then you don’t have to talk to her for 3 days about it.”

“You have to do it buddy” said Amajiki patting Mirio on the back “This wasn’t going to last and you know it.”

“I know” Mirio said sadly, rubbing his thumb over the small square with her full name on it “You guys are the best friends anybody could ask for!” He exclaimed as he hugged them. The other two scatter when they hear my foot steps and coffee slurping.

“Hey love! funny running into you here!”

“Hahaha I have class here silly! I thought you left already for the training?”

“We leave during lunch so I wanted to give you this!” he said trying not to sound sad as he handed the note “Just a little bit of my ramblings that I thought would be romantic for you to have while I’m gone!”

“Oh how sweet, you’re making it sound like you’re going to war!” I said as I looked at the name on the note, Itati Palma? Full names are for people in trouble, I see what this is “I’ll still miss you though, stay safe sweetheart” I said trying not to vomit at my fake sentiment.

Mirio was having a dilema, he wanted to leave it at that but he really wanted to kiss her. “Come close love, let me walk you to class” he said as he put his arm around me. When we got to the class, I turned around to say bye and he kissed me hard and everyone in class saw. “One for the road! See you later love~”

“Bye~ sweetheart~” I say as he walked down the hall. I turn to walk to my desk and everyone was in shock at what they just witnessed. “Hahaha hello everyone! I-”

“AH PALMA-SAN THAT WAS SO ROMANTIC!” squealed the girls and Aoyama.

Midoriya was glancing over to Iida, he had his head in his crossed arms, looking defeated.

“Iida-kun?” Midoriya asked gently

“she’s so sweet and lovely, of course Mirio expresses his affection so boldly to her” he said muffled into his arms “they deserve each other.” 

Class starts and goes as usual, then lunch time comes.

“Where are you going to eat Palma-san now that Mirio is away?” asked Momo.

“Oh uhhhh with my intel friends and Tenya of course!” I said trying not to sound like I have an ulterior motive.

Iida perks up “Huh? We are?” then he reads my face and I give the ‘i have a secret to share’ face “Oh right! we planned this on Monday! let’s go meet up with those 2!” he said as we briskly walked down the hall, out of earshot.

‘Palma to Matsui and Oleshin, do you copy?’

‘Matsui here/Oleshin here’

‘We are in the midst of the Doomsday event fellas’

‘-gasp-/-gasp-’

‘I am heading to the rendevou point with one Robot’

‘Roger that/ Roger that’

“Robot? is that my code name?!”

“Yea, its better than the other names we’ve been calling you”

“Ok but what is going on Ita?!”

“Mirio gave me a note and I know exactly what it is but I want to fill you in on why Jin and Mimi are involved in this too.”

 We get to the intelligence wing and I check if we got anyone following us. Coast is clear, I pull Iida into the workshops.

“Why is it so dark? and smells like...omelette?”

“HEY! I MADE THIS BITCHES FRESH!” Jin yelled offendedly in the dark.

I flip on the light “oof yall, it’s finally happened” I said as I take the note out of my pocket for the others to look at.

“First full name? Oh honey its like they think it’s slick but you don’t even need to open it to know!” said Mimi with sass.

“What is going on? it’s just a note for Ita, from Mirio I presume.” said Iida oblivious to what is actually going on.

I explained everything and Iida’s jaw dropped. “YOU INVOLVED YOURSELF WITH THE NUMBER 1 OF THE SCHOOL JUST TO USE HIM AS A STEPPING STOOL?!”

“To be fair, I wanted to out of affection but he wanted to CONVERT ME TENYA!”

“So now that they’re broken up” said Jin with a mouthful of omelette “we have the upper hand in our practice exam but the one person we need a bit more time to prefect the plan is the pointy eared boi.”

“The plan now is to get her close to him, disguise it as ‘Mirio blocked my number and won’t talk to me’ and have her copy the quirk to prefect the transformations we need.” said Mimi.

“If he wants to get it with me, I wouldn’t mind but it’s going to get super awkward trying to explain that I knew the whole time what they wanted with me.”

“I’m at a loss for words” said Iida slinking into his chair “all those dates and affection before class today, none of it matters? You don’t feel bad about it?”

“Both sides had alterior motives, thats not love Tenya! Love is when you look at someone and you don’t want to change a single thing about them nor care who doesn’t want them to be together. I’ll get the most satisfactory out of looking at his face when I defeat him with his own quirk, he really thought he had me figured out.” 

“huh, the note was written by 3 different people” Mimi said examining the note “and from the choice of words, it looks like Mirio didn’t want to break up.”

I read over the note “You’re right! This was group decision break up, just like how they targeted me.”

I don’t know how to go about this complication but the pro-take down practice test is in 2 weeks. Time to cause some drama between the boys.

-End Chapter 9-

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