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Sorry sir, the only type of ASMR bullshit I can stand is Moon's evil devious laughter

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Sins of the Father - Chapter 36

Summary: Din makes a decision about his future

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I’m sorry for not posting last week, but it has been absolutely hectic since we came back to work from the winter break. 

I’m currently working on a request from AO3 for a continuation of It’s Over focusing on Hunter, I’m not sure if I’ve said it before, but if anyone would like to submit a request, please feel free to. It just might take some time for me to complete it. 

Anyways, enjoy this very Boba-Din centric chapter. 

FYI: Special treat below

Italics - Din’s thoughts

Italics and Indent - Flashback

Warnings: derogatory remarks regarding clones and Jango Fett, threats, I think that’s it, if I miss anything please let me know. 

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CHAPTER 36: THE NEGOTIATION

Din had been silent since he entered the room. Simply taking his seat across from Bo Katan staring at her without shifting or showing any indication it bothered him to see her again. He watched her every move from behind his visor, every flick of her eyes, the appearance of calmness and authority she liked to exude, just like before she seemed unmoved by seeing him once again. Yet in between the fringes of appearing calm, there was the subtle hint of irritation, either from the heat of Tatooine’s suns, the damp and coldness seeping in from Boba’s palace, or just the fact she had to sit there with him and Boba.

Time eased on between the three of them, none speaking as though it was a mere contest between Din and Bo, to see who could outlast the other. The only sounds filling the room was the creaking from their gloves, as they all clenched and unclenched their fingers, and the whirring from Boba’s droid assistant. 

Boba glanced between the two stubborn wugav (leaders/cheiftains), and as enjoyable and delicious as the palpable tension between the two had been, nothing would progress during her stay if they refused to speak.

“Well” Boba clapped his hands together gaining their attention and the slight surprise from his droid assistant at the loud noise, “as enjoyable as the silence has been between all of us.” Truly, after thirty minutes of unspoken tension, enough was enough, he had other things to contend with, namely making sure everything was going well on Kashyyyk. He was no stranger to how Czerka operated, and he wanted to be able to do more than sit here watching these two make an even bigger fool of themselves, “One of you needs to start speaking in order to progress these negotiations.”

“Negotiations?” Bo narrowed her eyes as she focused on Boba, scoffing at the term. She wasn’t there to negotiate. She was there to give a simple ultimatum, and frankly being on the disgusting hot and dry planet was more than she had bargained for. “There is no such thing as negotiations for something that is rightfully mine. Has been mine. Will always be mine. Not to mention …” she turned to look at Din, “I recall you were suppose to join our ranks to help us reclaim Mandalore?”

“If I recall correctly, that was suppose to be a request, not a demand.” Boba answered on Din’s behalf, “And now that’s he the Mand’alor, should he really be following what you have to tell him? Or that’s right you don’t have authority over him.”

“As I said before, some of us serve a higher purpose” Bo slowly turned her head back to Boba, narrowing her eyes at the man. 

He simply laughed to himself, “Yet, you never actually won the right to wield that authority. Have you?” Boba responded, his fingers tapping in front of him, Bo didn’t acknowledge his statement, nor did he expect her to, especially since he knew all about her history. He’d heard all the rumours while he was on Concord Dawn and seen proof of Death Watch’s destruction. The only reason he held back for now, was because Din may not have been aware of what that meant, but he was, “Am I wrong, Lady Kryze?”

“You certainly picked up quite a few annoying habits from your donor, didn’t you?” She tilted her head towards him. She had enough of clones, had enough of Jango Fett, looking at Boba’s face just irritated her even more. 

“Feeling mighty brave aren’t we?” His hand clenched against the table.

“Well I heard your guard dog was on holiday” the last thing Bo wanted to do was face that annoying woman she had met previously. What was her name again? Adar? Alar? Who cared?

“She’s not the only guard dog in this place” Fennec’s voice echoed throughout the room as she walked down the stairs as silent as a tooka, moving to stand beside Boba. She couldn’t stand Bo-Katan, though she respected her abilities to lead and to fight, she was definitely someone she had no desire to see again. 

He turned to look at Fenn, only reason she’d interrupt the meeting was because something urgent came up. 

Bo didn’t say anything in response, simply eyeing the assassin’s movements. Preparing herself in the eventuality of an ambush. Though her weapons were confiscated and stored before coming into the conference room, however unbeknownst to the others she still had two hidden vibroblades on her. 

Fennec leaned down, narrowing her eyes at the red-headed Mandalorian, whispering into Boba’s ear without losing eye contact, “Just heard from them, they arrived, things are worse than they imagined. Asks if you could come sooner rather than later.” He simply nodded, he didn’t need the ins and outs of the message, he could already guess it was from Mara, and if she was asking for assistance then things were rather dire. He cleared his throat, their pleasantries were clearly going nowhere, it was time to get down to business.

He simply nodded sending Fennec away, he cleared his throat drawing the attention of Din and Bo once again, “Let’s get to the point at hand, the reason you two are here. Kryze, let’s begin with you, why don’t you tell us what you want?”

“Simple” her eyes focused on the shiny armour in front of her, “You” she pointed to Din, “Come back to Mandalore and face me in a duel or take up the mantle as Mand’alor. Either way I need you to come back to Mandalore.”

Din listened as Bo laid out her terms, there were so many things he wanted to say, especially with her attitude towards Boba. He could already hear Oyar’e’s voice in his head.

‘You’re the Mand’alor, Din, you’re the one your people are waiting for. You know what it’s like to struggle, to live on the outskirts, to not be viewed as a Mandalorian. You know what it’s like not to have someone to count on. You’ll be able to understand your people better than most leaders, and because you understand that pain, you can be all those things for your people. They deserve a good man like you as their leader. Not that woman.’

Even in his own mind he couldn’t really argue against her, not that he wanted to, at least not for something they both agreed on, even if at times he still didn’t think he was the right person to be Mand’alor, one thing was for certain, Bo-Katan was definitely not the right person. In fact, he could almost see O’yare sitting there beside him, narrowing her eyes at Bo-Katan, mocking her in some way about wanting to be Mand’alor. 

“Why Mandalore?” He finally spoke, tapping his fore finger against the table in no particular pattern. She didn’t answer, simply a quizzical look on her face. “I mean if you’re so eager to prove you can take on the mantle, and be Mand’alor, why the song and dance of going back to Mandalore? Let’s just get to it, face me now.”

‘That’s it bare (dear), tell her where you stand. Be the Mand’alor, I know you to be’

Again she didn’t respond to his statement, “It seems to be me we should simply just get this over and done with,” though he knew Ara would have supported any decision he made, the longer he thought about, after everything she’d been through recently, the last thing he wanted to do was uproot her. He was genuine, when he told her he’d rather stay here with her, Adi and Grogu, to live out his life helping out where he could. 

‘Do you think I’m weak? I am able to handle more than enough.’  

Bo simply smirked at Din’s statements, both he and Boba were Mandalorians who hadn’t been taught anything with regards to customs or even how a true Mand’alor should behave, she wondered how much she could twist to her advantage. How much she could get him to give up, in order to have the power and authority she desired. 

��As much as I would love to beat you now, there are many things to consider with regards to the customs of becoming Mand’alor. Namely, our people deserve to see the rightful Mand’alor take their place; that can only be proven by winning the sword. In short, when I do beat you, I want it to be front and centre, in front of all my people. Leaving no room for doubt as to how the title was won and by whom.”

Din simply shook his head, as his visor focused back on her, “Is that truly the custom?” He glanced over to Boba, he seemed to not think much of what she said, he tapped his finger against the table again, Boba simply leaned back against his chair, nodding slowly. 

Bo didn’t answer simply letting out an exhausted sigh, at his lack of knowledge. 

He ignored her flippant and arrogant attitude, “If I understand correctly, rather than lose in private, you wanna do it in front of what …” he motioned with his hand, “… five people? After all the last time I saw you, you had what two people by your side?”

Boba stifled the laugh that wanted to erupt, simply biting his cheek instead, keeping a stoic countenance as much as possible. 

“You really think you’re worthy of being Mand’alor? To handle the responsibility or even what it truly means to lead Mandalorians? Remind me, how many are following you?” She motioned with her hand, “Let’s see …” she glanced around the room, “none.”

Din wanted to rebuff her statement, wanted to show her that she was wrong, but as he reflected, who could he say was following him. Was he meant to be the Mand’alor? He thought back to all those times he had wanted to get rid of the sword, and now here he was ready to battle for it, but yet no one to actually follow him. When did it all change? When he first arrived on Tatooine?

His mind flashed back to his first meeting with Boba.

“You should get use to not being able to see your desk, when you decide to take over your rightful place as Mand'alor, you’ll be buried in more than just paperwork, you’ll be buried in political and governmental issues too, and I shall have the last laugh.”

“I don’t want the throne, Boba”

“That much I know, but you have to think about what Mandalore would be like with someone like Bo-Katan as the leader. She may be a warrior, and the rightful heir, she may even be schooled in the way of politics, but there is a certain air of arrogance, of elitism coming from her. Would you think that such a ruler would be beneficial to reunite the clans?”

“I don’t care. I don’t want it.” 

“Maybe or maybe you don’t think you deserve it, as a Child of the Watch, as a foundling, or as a bounty hunter.  Maybe you feel you are unworthy. I’m a simple man, trying to make my way in the universe, but you, you are thrusted into greatness again and again, and are destined for more.”

Maybe it was when he learned how Boba’s people viewed him, when he first spoke to Aola. 

“Great Boba and Mistress Fennec are the best masters … masters is wrong, they are the best leaders to ever grace this place. They treat the servants, as workers, they make sure we all are treated with dignity and respect, not as slaves or playthings, the same way they treat the guards and bounty hunters. I would and will gladly die for either of them. A good ruler or leader, makes those under him feel elevated they feel dignified, safe, protected. Before Great Boba, many of the servants were harassed and abused, when he took power, Great Boba removed all the undesirables, he gave them one chance, they could either follow his rules or end up on a one-way trip to a sarlacc pit.”

“A great leader respects and understands the power behind those who follow him. For without them, he is a man talking to the wind”

“I think you would make a good leader, the people of Mandalore will be blessed by having you as their ruler.”

Yet, there were times when it felt as though the galaxy wanted to make sure he didn’t give up on himself, that’s how it felt, when Amara first told him he’d be a good leader. 

"Honestly, I think you would be a good ruler for Mandalore, if that is something you choose.  There are not enough leaders who understand the struggle their people face, it's what makes Boba such a good leader.”

He almost wanted to chuckle, when he thought about the time he accused Oyar’e as a drug dealer, only to have her reaffirm how she thought of him.

“You did what you thought was right, Roe, you were trying to save me, and not just me but Adi too.  How could I be mad at you for that, and on top of it you were so upset on Adi’s behalf.  That …that’s exactly why I know … why I know you’ll be an amazing Mand’alor”

If he was being honest it was probably at that moment when he fell in love with her. Yet, despite how much he thought about giving up, once again Amara showed him why he was the perfect Mand’alor even if it scared her. 

“You really want me to be the Mand’alor, don’t you Ara?”

“No … not at all”

“You don’t?”

“Well, … would you be a great Mand’alor, if you decide to take up the mantle? Absolutely.  Do I personally want you to be the Mand’alor? That’s … that’s harder to answer”

“Why?”

“I … I don’t want to see you hurt”

“Ara, being the Mand’alor doesn’t mean I’m going to get hurt”

“Din … seeing you … when the Vurk jumped on your back, seeing him stab you over and over again, I … that was one of the hardest things for me to see. You’re my friend, I don’t want to see my friend injured. When you didn’t wake up right away, I was freaked out. I know I tried to play it off like it didn’t bother me, but I … what happens if something happens to you? I … need you safe, Din. I know there will always be someone who wants to challenge you for the title. Do I think you’ll be a great Mand’alor? Yes. Do I want to see you in a position where you are constantly fighting for you life? No, you’re my friend, Din. I don’t want to see my friend hurt or worse.”

She understood better then most how dangerous being Mand’alor could be. Yet she still was willing to follow him and support his decision. 

“Wherever your future leads, I’ll be by your side to support you.”

Even when he had finally admitted not only to himself but to her that he was considering taking up the mantle, she was still supportive. 

“Does that mean you're going to take it up?”

“Not sure yet, but I'm leaning more towards yes. Seeing how you help the people of Mos Eisley, inspires me. You do so much for those who need help, with barely any resources. I can’t help but wonder, how much more can I do for my own people? For others in the galaxy who need it?”

“You'll be amazing at it, I have no doubt people will appreciate your kindness." 

Even in her last message to him, when she thought she’d never see him again, she made a point to remind him of who he was and to not forget.

“…There are so many things I need to say, but my time is running short … I should have said this when you were leaving to meet Grogu, but I thought … I thought I had more time. You’re the best man I’ve ever known, I know you think your past defines you, makes you unlovable because you’ve done things you’re not proud of, however that’s not true. I know it’s not true because … because I love you. I love you, Din. I’m so proud of you, of the man you are, despite all that has been thrown your way, you didn’t allow it to defeat you, you got back up. I should’ve told you when we were on Sorgan, should’ve told you when we were on Papsr. I think I realized it that night at the orphanage, how deeply in love with you I am, I’m sorry for wasting so much time. I love you, Din. With all my heart, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same because … because you gave me something I didn’t think I’d ever have again. Hope. Thank you, Din. Look after Adi for me, tell him I love him. I love you both. I have to go, but never forget you are a good man, and I love you, cyare.”

Throughout his time with Amara, his time on Tatooine, he’s been able to see what a good leader is, what a true ruler should be like, and Boba was right about one thing, this woman sitting in front of him was definitely no ruler. 

“Well you’re certainly charming in your own right aren’t you?” The sarcasm flowing out of Din’s mouth oozed down the walls and all around them. “As clever as you may think you are, I will not simply lay my hand down and give you the sword. Not anymore.” If he could regain his Manda status by swimming in the living waters underneath Mandalore, then his own people wouldn’t need to hide anymore, they’d be able to be recognized and accepted. 

Boba couldn’t have been prouder of his friend, he didn’t falter simply because she tried to provoke him. 

Bo simply shook her head, “How an ungrateful useless piece of osik like you became Mand’alor …”

“Say one more disrespectful word to the real Mand’alor in my presence and you’ll see what my father truly taught me” Boba cut off her disrespectful uttering mid-sentence, he may not buy into the whole Mandalorian custom with a burning passion these two seemed to possess, however it didn’t mean he would allow someone to disrespect his friend and the King of a Sovereign nation before him. 

“Who knew Jango’s DNA could hold such passion?” she teased, “… Or such loyalty that wasn’t programmed”

“Keep that mouth going and I’ll show you what loyalty is” Din responded on behalf of Boba, his hands clenching against the stone table, his disgust of her attitude and disrespect rang through in his tone. This woman most definitely could not be Mand’alor.

“Just when I think maybe … just maybe you might have a chance at being a somewhat passable Mand’alor, you go and open your mouth and stand up for this …” before she could finish her sentence, Din moved in one motion pushing the chair back and igniting the sword.

“I told you …” his adrenaline coursed through his veins like a stampeding force, his breathing quickened as his anger began to build. He wanted to knock of her head, cleanly from her shoulders, before anything could happen, Boba knocked his gauntlet against the table, the sounds of it echoing through out the room. Din turned to look at Boba.

“I was clear” his voice was strict, firm, and commanding, his full authority as Daimyo of Tatooine displaying itself as clear as day, “when I commanded everyone to leave their weapons. Was I not?” 

Din bowed his head towards his friend, “I apologize Great Boba.”

Boba didn’t say anything more, simply holding out his hand towards Din, almost like a father scolding his young son. Without any more words, he turned off the shimmering blade and handed over the darksaber. 

Once Boba laid it, in front of him, Din retook his seat. Boba looked over to Bo-Katan, “As for you, Lady Kryze, regardless of what you may or may not think of me, I am Daimyo of Tatooine. I am the one who allowed you to come here and discuss terms in a civilized manner, yet you rather throw barbs and insults at me. My father was Jango Fett, the previous Mand’alor, he raised me, he trained the clones in his care, with determination and a sense of pride, teaching them the ways of Mandalore. Yet, you disrespect his memory! Simply because of your own willful conceit and arrogance!”

“You’re father was a poor excuse of Mand’alor”

“Watch your mouth, Death Watch princess”

Din’s head swivelled quickly, “What did you say?”

Bo let out a sigh of exhaustion as she leaned against her chair, “Well damn. You just had to open your mouth, didn’t you Lord Boba.”

“You … you’re Death Watch?” Din asked shocked at the revelation.

“Correction, was. I was Death Watch.”

Somehow that made him dislike her even more.

“I see”

“You see?”

“I knew you liked to adjust the deal whenever it was convenient to you, didn’t realize that expanded towards your oaths too.”

“Need I remind you despite my faults, I am still more qualified than you to be Mand’alor. You on the other hand, have no lineage, betrayed your own to work for the remnant Empire, the very people who are responsible for the death of Mandalore. Yet, I suppose that’s something the two of you have in common, isn’t it?” She used her finger lazily pointing between the two of them. 

Neither responded simply keeping their eyes on her. All Din could think was, how in haran (hell) did she find out who he worked for? 

She put a smile on her face, “Then again what can I expect from a Child of the Watch, you all turned on your own, when we needed you the most.”

“They did what was right, Death Watch strayed from the Way of the Mandalore, only to allow an outsider to lead them” Din did his best to defend his people, remembering the way the Armourer used to tell them about the history of their people.

“Oh so you do know a little something”

“We all know the failings that had been Death Watch”

“There wouldn’t have been failings if more people rallied to our cause”

“You mean without creating your own way to rally people?” Boba shifted

Bo glanced over to him, narrowing her eyes, “Aren’t you suppose to be a mediator?”

“It’s my job as mediator to make sure everyone knows what they need to be aware of before making a decision” Boba pointed towards Din, “and he needs to be aware.”

Din was lost in the conversation, what exactly did he need to be aware of?

“There are things that outsiders won’t understand”

“Who are you calling an auretti (outsider)?” Din narrowed his eyes as his hand clenched against the table.

“I didn’t call you an auretti, I said outsider. Someone who is outside of the Death Watch is unable to understand how things were conducted and planned.”

“Oh he may not understand but I do” Boba clenched his fist, “My father told me all about Death Watch’s treachery. I mean let’s face it, it’s not the first time, you’d let innocents suffer just to make Death Watch appear more valiant.”

Bo gritted her teeth, there were things that had been done in the name of Death Watch that she never full agreed with, yet, she still went along with Pre Vizsla’s plans. The last thing she needed was for Fett’s DNA to inform this man about past deeds that didn’t need to be brought to light.

“What are you two talking about?” Din refused to be left in the dark, any longer; there was clearly something she didn’t want to reveal, something that would affect him.

“There were rumours I heard back in the day. Death Watch was in dire need of public support, especially after the separation of the Shadow Collective and Death Watch …” Boba turned to look at Bo, “I imagine recruitment was low.” She didn’t answer simply glared at him further, if that was even possible, yet he could imagine all the things she was saying in her head.

“What are you trying to say Boba?”

“Death Watch staged some - how should I put it - much needed rescues, isn’t that so, Lady Kryze?”

“I wasn’t part of Death Watch at that point.”

“Maybe … yet, you were and are working with the remnants of Death Watch, no?”

“Are you really that petty?” 

“Excuse me, can we get back to the topic at hand?” Din interjected into this weird conversation of speaking without talking. It was as though there was some great secret everyone was aware of except him.

“He’s right, we should be discussing the rightful ruler of Mandalore. Not petty past squabbles.” Bo simply let out an exhausted sigh.

“No, we should be discussing whether or not he should even listen to your demands.” Boba clarified. 

“Enough!” Din lost it with those two, he’s not sure what the problem was between them, he could guess what the issue was, but none that currently dealt with the topic at hand, “I will go to Mandalore, yet I do not agree with the need for a showy display. It seems more that you want to make sure of your own name sake, and not what is best for the people of Mandalore. We’ll meet on Mandalore and have a duel, however, I need time. I need to finish wrapping up some pending work and get certain things in order.”

“That’s fine by me, I don’t need you to like it, I just need you to show up. I expect to see you in two months, or else the bounty goes back on your head.” 

With that Bo stood, thankful Din had agreed to her terms, however reluctantly, before actually learning the truth of what Boba was hinting at. She stood, putting on her helmet and walking out of the room, as guilt began to eat away at her. 

She hadn’t been lying about leaving Death Watch. She wasn’t there when the remaining members  decided to stage attacks on Separatists planets and cities yet untouched by the war; hoping the oppression, deaths, and destruction would move many to join their ranks, as they swooped in like heroes to ‘save’ the survivors. She simply hoped by working together with Death Watch, some may have chosen to join the Nite Owls instead. Who could have predicted the Mand’alor would have been from a planet subjected to the same opportunities. The only difference was instead of Death Watch or Nite Owls rescuing the people on Aq Vetina. After the incident on his planet, the Children of the Watch had received a call for help, arriving just in time to save many.

Din retook his seat, annoyed with Bo even more than possible.

“Good thing Amara wasn’t here huh?” Boba smirked at Din, sliding back the darksaber towards him.

“Agreed, I have no doubt Bo would’ve been dead.”

Boba nodded chuckling to himself, turning his attention towards the droid, and motioning for it to be on its way. “The message I received earlier was from Amara, things aren’t what she expected when she arrived on Kashyyyk, she needs us to go. Sooner rather than later.”

Din nodded, “I brought everything with me, everything else is on the Sintas, so I’m good to go when you are.”

“Then let’s go” Both stood as one unified force heading towards Boba’s ship, “You know she’s gonna smack you, when she learns of what you agreed to.”

“I know, but either I become the Mand’alor in more than name only, or I find someone to become the Mand’alor. Either way, I’ll let her know I’m not agreeing to Bo’s terms because I want to, rather, if I want to be able to see my covert again I need to swim in the living waters below Mandalore. I’ll be able to resolve everything once we’re there.”

“Either way you have my support.”

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Detention

Ron Weasley x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,829

“I’m sorry I ruined your weekend.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Save it, Ron.”

“I didn’t know you would get in trouble too!”

“Shut up, Ron.” 

This conversation had been going on for the last ten minutes. Just you and Ron alone in the Potions classroom, bickering over the reason why you had ended up in Professor Snape’s Saturday night detention. Your beloved boyfriend decided that assisting his infamous twin brothers with one of their pranks outweighed the consequences of if they got caught. Fred and George managed to get off easy without any punishment, considering that they left you and Ron with all the damning evidence.

For the most part, it started out as a pretty harmless prank. It might’ve caused Filch a bit of a headache and a hernia, but otherwise it was meant to be a mellow joke. Fred and George had been working on these new exploding firecrackers that were supposed to combust when lit. They were proud of their finished product, and they were ready to try it out. Every once in a while, the twins would seek out their little brother’s help to ensure that the prank would be successful. 

In all of their excitement, they forgot to actually test the firecrackers to make sure they worked as they were supposed to.

It had always been Fred and George’s dream to make an attack on one of the girls’ bathrooms. Obviously it could be difficult to actually sneak in and have the time to plan some sort of scheme. But this was rather simple. All they had to do was have Ron light the firecrackers, toss them in the sink and scare the daylights out of anyone in the room. Ron had asked you to tag along, and you decided that witnessing their endeavor might be worth your time. That’s when Ron, Fred, and George had found a slight quirk in the twins’ design. 

The firecracker didn’t only explode and destroy the sink, but it caught everything in the surrounding area on fire. It was the loudest noise that any of them had ever heard, and water soon came gushing out of the busted pipes. The twins made their escape shortly after, leaving you and Ron to deal with their screw up. A group of girls sprinted out of the bathroom in a flurry of frightened screams as the room filled with smoke and water soaked you and the floor. Ron went into a panic until Professor Snape came running in with all the commotion, casting a charm to stop the flames from further engulfing the bathroom. Ron frantically tried to explain that neither of you were really the culprits, but without Fred and George present, it was impossible to prove. 

Snape dragged the two of you to his Potions classroom, not even allowing either of you to change clothes first. So, that was how you ended up in the gloomy classroom, practically dripping wet from the broken sink. Professor Snape’s detentions were always the worst, because he either gave you way too much to do, or nothing at all. Sometimes being assigned nothing but to sit in silence for hours at a time was worse than the latter.

You were sitting on the opposite side of the room from Ron, per Professor Snape’s demands. Although, you were so miffed at Ron that you didn’t even mind. You had barely offered  him even a passing glance in the last hour. You weren’t exactly thrilled that Ron had dragged you into this, because this wasn’t how you wanted to spend your Saturday night. After the first hour of silent detention had passed, Snape made his exit for a bit to go handle something with one of his Slytherins. That left you and Ron alone in the room, allowing some time to speak.

“I wouldn’t have asked you to come see it if I had known that they hadn’t even tried the damned thing out first.” Ron claimed, trying his hardest to get you to at least look at him.

You didn’t offer any kind of response, only continuing to stare off into space with your head resting in your palm. Ron hated the silent treatment. He’d rather you scream and yell at him for all hours of the night than you not say anything at all. At least that way he could know how you felt. The red-headed boy let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over the top of the desk and resting his chin on the arm that was propped on top. 

It was so quiet in the desolate classroom that it was almost loud. If it weren’t for the clock ticking on the wall, Ron might’ve thought he had lost all hearing. He had grown bored long ago, almost wishing Snape had made the two of you write an essay or something. Out of sheer boredom, Ron began to tap his foot on the ground, the sole of his shoe making some sort of melody each time it hit the floor. 

You still didn’t turn your head to look at him, but your eyes did shift in his general direction. He began to lull his head from side to side, fairly content with the entertainment he was providing for himself. You were already irritated, and this wasn’t helping. It was possible to endure you supposed. It wasn’t like he was being totally obnoxious.

That was until he started singing.

He started singing some song you didn’t even know, but you did know that it was terrible. Ron’s horrid singing skills were no assistance either. You groaned in aggravation, finally looking at him through a piercing glare.

“Ron! Enough with the singing.” You scolded, hissing at your boyfriend.

His music production had innocent intentions. He hadn’t meant to annoy the everloving soul out of you, but it was a win-win because now you had spoken to him again, and he had an opportunity. He sheepishly grinned, scratching at his neck cumbersomely. 

“Sorry, love.” He apologized.

Now you let out a heavy sigh, but gave your first non-harsh response of the evening.

“It’s okay.” You replied, twiddling your thumbs absentmindedly.

It seemed that you had taken pretty much all of the water damage, not a single part of your clothing being dry. Ron had taken most of the smoke from the fire, his face and clothes smudged with soot. It was always cold in the dungeons of the castle, and your damp state just made you even chillier. You couldn’t fight the shudder that vibrated down your spine and through your body, something that Ron couldn’t miss.

“Are you cold?” Ron asked, knowing that you had to be.

You only shrugged, still not giving into his antics yet. 

“A little.” You lied as another shiver coursed through you. 

Ron chuckled under his breath, standing from his place and removing his sweater from his body, leaving his t-shirt underneath to remain. He walked over to you with the warmer clothes in hand, giving you one simple instruction.

“Arms up.” He said.

You looked at him with hesitancy and coldness, but you obliged. 

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” Ron said, whipping your wet shirt off. His cheeks glowed red at your breasts peeking over the top of your lacy bra, “My pretty baby…”

He grinned cheekily when you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face. He slipped his sweater over your head, rubbing your arms to get more heat through you.

“I would offer you my trousers, but I don’t think Snape would appreciate me walking around his classroom in nothing but my underwear,” Ron joked, “Besides, I’d rather you stay in that skirt because bloody hell…”

“Ron,” You warned, “Not right now.”

“Because you’re mad at me or because you’re afraid Snape might walk in?” Ron chided.

“Both.” You answered shortly.

Ron let out a playful, guttural noise as he sat in the empty chair next to you. His hand was warm on your inner thigh, his palm forming to it perfectly. He had always believed that his hands were made for touching you...for loving on you.

“C’mon, beautiful, don’t be mad. I really didn’t think you’d get in trouble too,” He pleaded again, “I’d never do that on purpose.”

You let your index fingertip trail over his knuckles, a gesture that he always found so cute. You went quiet again, still not going to break just yet. Ron sighed dramatically.

“I guess you leave me no choice…” He hinted.

You went to question him, but you didn’t get the chance before he began peppering you with an attack of kisses. You squealed under his lips, laughing and squirming when he pulled you into his lap. His hands tickled your sides and wherever else he knew you were ticklish, refusing to stop until you caved.

“Okay, okay! I’m not mad!” You admitted, realizing you couldn’t stay angry at him, “It was kind of funny.” You added once he stopped.

Ron’s smile spread twice in size, his giggle coming out as a hiccup of a laugh. 

“Snape’s face was priceless! I can’t believe Fred and George missed it!” He exclaimed, remembering how Snape had almost fainted at the sight of what had happened.

The two of you fell into rounds of laughter as you remembered the encounter. You laughed until you were lightheaded and breathless from the aching in your sides. When your laughter simmered down, Ron filled the silence by kissing you more lovingly this time. He was relieved that you wouldn’t hold this over his head, but even more relieved that you understood that he really didn’t intentionally get you in trouble. His hands came to cup your face as your lips danced together as they had hundreds of times before. He kept you grounded in his lap, his arms wrapped around your torso. 

You pulled away first, brushing some of his slightly singed hair out of his face.

“I’m sorry I ruined your weekend.” He said, apologizing for the millionth time. 

“You didn’t ruin my weekend. You’re here, aren’t you?” You asked, smiling when he got bashful at your words, “Now go back to your side before Snape doubles our detention.”

Ron grumbled in disapproval, but set you off of his lap so he could return to his original seat. It was just in the nick of time too, since Snape entered immediately after Ron sat down.

“You’re both still here,” Snape announced, “I thought I was about to walk in on the two of you snogging.”

You held down your giggle that threatened to escape, only giving Ron a knowing look. 

“No, Professor. Never.” Ron lied. 

The rest of the night was horribly boring, but you completed your detention sentence nonetheless. Ron owed you a weekend and lots of compensation for your time spent in detention, but at the end of the day, you had made a wonderful memory that you’d always share with him. 

And you’d take detention for that any day.

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Mine | Anthony Beauvillier

A/n: this idea came after we had a very sexy- I mean- Angry* Anthony pushing Sidney Crosby. Barbie and some anons send the good energy and so althought it took me forever here it is *cheers*. A huge thank you for @barbienoturbby​ for sending me some specific ideas (sharpies, choking etc hehehe), putting up w my random messages in the middle of the night or being a insecure bitch, ILY BARBIE! Huge shout out to @sebs-aston​ for proofreading this so fast *you’re amazing, liv!*.  PS. More than ever I’m gonna need your feedback because I’m an insecure bitch and this is my first time writing smut (freddie was thigh riding, I don’t consider it too much). So please just lmk if you like it or hate it <3 

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut, mention of chocke, spitting, oral -female receiving- and all those dirty stuff. 

Summary: after getting angry on the ice, you decide to make Anthony angry in bed too. 

You knew Tito was a dom in bed as soon as you met him: he helped you to sit and to get up on your first date, and he led you to your car with his hand on your lower back. One month into getting to know each other, you were planning a gathering with his friends and he was the one to assign everyone with a task. Some days he would use fewer words and stick with hand gestures or eye contact to tell you what he wanted or what he was silently saying. 

So when you two had sex for the first time and he was on top, you were not surprised, you also weren’t surprised when he asked how would you feel about hair pulling, choking, and tying. And, well, you’d never tried any of this, so you were honest with him, knowing that honesty was the key to make things work. He promised to go slow, and he watched you intently while he did everything just to make sure you were comfortable. You can still remember how it felt when he first stretched you, how your heel went to his back to accommodate his waist better, how this movement gave him the perfect angle to go all the way until the end. 

You also remember the hickeys he left on your skin, mostly on places where your clothes could hide, but some you knew he purposely made for people to see. And people saw, indeed and also heard. He got a noise complaint twice because his old bed would scratch and bang on the wall, and that wouldn’t be a huge problem if it was anyone else, but it was Anthony, a hockey player, at that point -your boyfriend-, and he had the stamina to go for hours. A chug of water, maybe a fruit snack, and less than twenty minutes later he was ready to go again - or he would use these twenty minutes to get you off with his mouth and fingers. So the noise complaint was very much expected. 

Now six months into the relationship, this wasn’t a problem anymore. Tito bought a new bed, and even talked with a friend about the possibility of getting soundproof walls. That’s why you were drinking your water and eating one of his energy bars while watching the game. The dynamic after games was usually very sexual, it didn’t matter if he was on the road or at home, you would find a way to get off, either phone sex or spicy pics. He never left you to your own hands. 

The Isles were playing against the Penguins and you knew he was pissed off because of their losing streak against that team. That made him angry with some specifics players too. When he got home last night, you just cuddled together and went to sleep, he was tired and fuming because of their loss, and he probably heard a handful by his coach. Because of those losses, you knew he was going to skate his way around the ice tonight more than ever, and, especially, that he was angry. 

You were laying on his couch when the game started, the Isles skating around the ice in a way you would have bet was a premonition for another loss, but ten minutes in things started to go differently, and that was the exact moment when you sat and gripped Beau’s shirt before an amazing shot hit the Pens’ net. They kept the rhythm on for the next two periods, although they were pretty much stressful- a handful of times you caught yourself holding your breath or cursing. The last two were also a stage for your boyfriend’s anger. He was pissed in a way you’d never seen before on the ice, and when Sidney Crosby pushed Pulock, Tito had had enough and shoved the opposition’s player on the ice. Torn between finding it hot or funny, you chose the latter letting out a loud laugh. Yet, when another exchange of pushes happened between the Pens’ superstar and Beau you sure felt the heat taking up space inside your body and you shifted on the couch. There was another goal and the game kept on providing stress and anxiety for the fans, but you were stuck on the scene your boyfriend had just put up. 

He was usually like this in bed, but not that much on the ice, and seeing that happening outside the four walls left you with a lingering warmth inside your body, and not the cute warmth you usually felt when he cooked for you or told you how much he loved you. But the warmth you got whenever he bent you on the kitchen counter or held your hand tight while going down on you. 

It was past midnight when you heard the door open and close, the soft click making your heart beat faster. He was home. You heard the thud of his bag on the floor and his steps bringing his scent closer to the living room where you were sitting on the couch wearing only his jersey and his favorite lace.

“Hey you, winner,” your voice echoed in the dimly lit apartment and you could see his lips curling in a small smile.

“Hey, babe,” his lips found yours on a quick peck and you looked up for more contact, but Anthony was already walking to the kitchen. 

“Are you ok?” you asked, barefoot padding the floor until you reached the stool.

Your boyfriend was already busy cutting some bananas in a bowl, “Yeah, just a little stressed with the game and hungry,” he answered.

“But you won,” you stated in confusion. 

His eyes scanned you for a second before going back to his task. The silence was everything you needed to know: he really was not in the mood for long talks after the episode, but you were a woman on a mission and you knew exactly what to do to get Anthony riddled up. 

“You guys had a great game…” you began, cautious with your words and actions, hands reaching for a banana on the fruit bowl. “How was playing against Sidney Crosby?”

You saw how his eyebrows raised slightly before pouring honey on his bowl and whipping his fingers with his tongue. You knew the action wasn’t supposed to be filthy, yet you’ve been dating him long enough to know that he knew every action of his could be seen as sexual at some point. 

“It was normal, he’s a normal hockey player like any of us,” his tone is nonchalant. 

You suppress a grin, “he’s not like any of you, he’s Sidney Crosby. Just last night he reached his thousandth game,” Tito’s now chewing on his fruit and you can see how the motion seems tighter after your words, still you keep going, “he’s like a superstar! I would love to meet him any of these days…” you trail off busying yourself on biting the banana you just peeled off. His eyes trained on how your lips wrap around the piece of fruit, your tongue purposely darting out. Your boyfriend chooses silence again and you huff rolling your eyes. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he queries, eyes on his bowl, jaw still clenched tight while biting another piece of his fruit. You dart your eyes in another direction while biting your banana again, this time without so much care on giving him a hard time. “I asked you a question, y/n,” his tone was sharp and his voice low. You shake your head. 

He grabs his water bottle before chugging half of the content, “Cat got your tongue? I swear I just saw you poking it out while eating that banana to provoke me,” he tauntingly  gives you a defiant look. 

Anthony motions for you to come to him and you follow his orders willingly, eager to finally have your way with him. You’re within arm’s reach when he tugs you closer, making you stumble in the middle of his big thighs. In a blink of an eye, you feel the sting on your butt cheeks, his big hands finding it again one more time before grabbing your chin. “You can’t even wait for your man to eat,” it’s a low grunt and he seems more annoyed with your playful smile, and you see the perfect opportunity to tease him a little bit more, “You could eat something else, there’s nothing stopping you…” 

With that Anthony seems to lose his judgment before swinging your body on top of the counter, “you’re being such a brat tonight” his hands grab your butt squeezing it hard, “that’s not how you get the things you want” 

“No? Then why are you about to fuck me?” you mock him knowing damn right that this would only make him go harder on you. 

“Crisse,” (holy shit) his French accent makes your pussy throb. You loved when he talked in French to you.

His big hand pushes you back in a swift motion, the same hand spreads your legs for him, and it’s only a second before you’re fully laying on the counter. Still wearing only a lace thong and his jersey, you know the former is about to be ripped out of you. Anthony drags his fingers from the bottom of your belly to your breasts before gifting you a devilish smirk as soon as he notices you’re not wearing a bra. 

“You think Sidney Crosby is the superstar, but you know damn well I’m gonna be the reason why you’re seeing stars tonight,” he whispers before sitting on the stool and kissing up to your thighs. His lips are sticky from the honey and because they’re cold it sends chills running through your warm body. You stretch your arms to reach his hair and he hums grabbing your wrists harshly, “no hair pulling for you tonight,” his murmurs hit your skin and you let out a small whine. 

In order to play with your sensations, you see him taking a long gulp of his cold water. You know it will make his mouth colder and slicker, and you know he’s only doing it because he’s planning to spend a long time between your legs.

And that he does.

You sigh when his lips finally reach your pussy, the shock it causes is good and you can’t help but close your thighs in an attempt to bring him where you are really yearning for his lips. Nevertheless, that’s not what he has planned for you, and he drags his mouth between your pussy lips long before finally wrapping his lips on your clit and humming in pleasure. 

“Oh fuck,” you let out a whine when his fingers reach for your nipple and twist it hard. His wet tongue flickered on your clit and he dived in deeper, making you feel all of him, from his stubble that was starting to grow to his full lips, you could feel it all.

“Anthony,” you try to form a sentence in the exact moment he pushs one finger inside of you, but your voice comes out as a prayer. A plea for more. 

You were a sinner for him.

“You taste so good,” it’s a pleasure mumble and it comes just before his palm strikes your butt cheeks in a firm slap. “I could spend days here, bébé” 

“Anthony,” you try again and this time he laughs with his lips still wrapped around your clit. The vibrations send shivers through your whole body, your toes curl and you try to reach for his hair again before his hand holds both of your wrists. 

You’re close and he knows it because he adds another finger and curls it. It’s a ‘come here’ motion and from another dimension, you were almost able to hear him whisper the same words in French. 

“Give it to me,” he demands, and you do as said just as another finger hits your right spot. For some seconds the kitchen’s ceiling turns black with dots and your vision goes blurry. Toes curling, the pitch on your belly button finally making its way out just like the curses and moans that leave your mouth. Most of them being his name and how good he makes you feel. 

You’re not even done with your high when his big hands grab your ankles bringing your body to the edge of the counter and making you sit. “Open your mouth,” he demands. 

You moan, eyes rolling back from pleasure, “put your tongue out for me, má chérie,” his hands, now holding your jaw, tighten around you. There’s a whimper of bliss and you part your lips wide bringing your tongue out just like demanded before he spits on your mouth. 

“See how good you taste?!” Anthony hums and you swallow it before poking your tongue out again and licking from his glistering chin to his lips. The action fuels a passionate kiss and it’s seconds before your weak legs wrap themselves around his waist bringing him closer. Your core finds the bulge on his pants and you whimper feeling aroused again. 

Your boyfriend is fast to grasp the underside of your thighs bringing your body close to his before making his way towards the bedroom. You take your time licking and kissing his neck and jaw until your body hits the mattress and he’s unbuckling his belt.

“Take it off” he commands, unbuttoning his dress shirt. You’re fast to obey taking off the jersey you’re wearing, now you’re fully naked in front of him. 

“Hands,” you put both of your wrists together and he fastens his belt around it tight. 

From the way his eyebrows were slightly up to his lips parted, you knew he was about to give you another orgasm, you knew that he wasn’t done and he wouldn’t be any time soon. 

“Do we have a safe word tonight, bébé?” his full lips find your jaw and neck and he nibbles on your ear before sucking harshly on your neck again. 

His purpose is to mark you, not only where people can see, but also where they can’t. Just like your waist is being held with such fierceness, you know it’ll leave prints there. You hum a yes dropping your head to the side so he can have more access to your skin, “use your words, you know I need to hear you say it,” he whispers now bringing his mouth to your nipples and biting it lightly. You whimper, “our safe word is blue.” 

“Perfect,” you can feel his smile on your skin and when you reach for his hair with your hands tied, he pushes them up. His strong arm swings on top of your belly and he takes his time on your breasts before making his way lower. There’s a pitch bubbling on your belly again just with the idea of it and he gives you mischievous grim kissing and licking your thighs. 

“Beau,” you whine already feeling your legs weakening again.

“I told you I was hungry, you were the one who suggested the meal,” the funny remark is accompanied by a flicker of his tongue on your cunt. “Now I’ll only stop when I’m satisfied.” 

You curse closing your hands and trying to bring your waist up. He shakes his head, “huh huh, that’s a bad girl attitude,” he spits on your pussy and you moan loud, “and you know exactly what we do to bad girls in this house, don’t you?” 

You nod and he chuckles.

“Words.” 

“I know, sir.” 

“Now, there’s my good girl,” he praises finding your clit and holding it carefully between his teeth, “now give it to me just like you suggested,” he murmurs before diving on your pussy, his tongue gentle and slow, in contrast with his solid arm pinning you to the bed and his rough behavior. 

It would be a long ride and you would feel every step taken, because each one would bring you closer to the inevitable. You felt urgency though; you wanted him to fuck your brains out already. But Anthony took his time, and you knew he was being good because he let you cum in the kitchen even after you provoked him. When his point finger entered you, your eyes couldn’t focus and you knew you were closer, yet instead of giving you a release, your boyfriend took his kisses to your thighs grinning at you one more time. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he speaks under his breath, eyes trained on your pussy. Yet you don’t feel ashamed, because it’s Anthony, and he knows you like the back of his hands, he knows what to do to make you comfortable and he knows how to make you feel good. He would praise and love your body rightly, so you let him. You spread your legs wider and gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Please,” you plead again that night; however, he follows your request this time. 

Anthony dives in again, licking and spitting, flickering his tongue and using his fingers. Giving you what he got and what he knows you like. Your body is fast to answer, your waist trying to go higher to find his mouth, your toes curling, your head shooting back and your eyes rolling. 

He got you there. Fast.

And he made sure to ride you out of you high, this tongue not the least careful with your sensitive bud, while cleaning you up he kept licking it lightly. Full lips brushing it with dedication. 

“Now I want you on all fours,” there’s a dirty smile on his glistering lips and you hold back another moan with the image of Anthony sitting between your legs, face glowing with your cum, “allos y,” (c’mon). You turn your body, holding your hands before supporting your head on the pillows, ass up for him.

There’s the noise of a slap and the sting on your butt cheeks, right before a soft kiss is placed on top of the surely red mark. His hands roam around your body and you shiver when he grabs your hair. “Crisse, tu as l'air si chaud,” (holy shit, you look so hot) Anthony slaps you booty again and finally slips his finger at your entrance feeling your wetness pool around. You’re already ready for him again and he seems pleased with the realization. So pleased it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside of you hitting just the right spot. Your body shots upward and he holds you by your waist keeping your butt bent. 

“Anthony,” you moan loudly when he starts moving ruthlessly inside of you. There’s something hot about how his body is being aggressive and you are taking it all, how his hips are almost knocking your body down, “right - fucking - there,” you whine and he keeps going, this time grabbing your hair and making your body lean towards him. 

“Whose name are you screaming tonight, bébé?” he mumbles bending his own body on top of yours without completely letting go of the position. 

“Yours,” your answer between groans. 

“Let me hear you” 

And you do.

You say his name out loud and clear, and you’re almost sure the neighbors are going to hear it. Yet you do it again and again while the sound of your voice is mixed with the noise of his skin hitting your skin and his feral grunts. He’s big and hard inside you and every time he goes out to get inside again you can feel your pussy stretching out to accommodate him. 

“Beau,” you moan and he chuckles leaning his body down to kiss your back. You see from the corner of your eyes when he finds the black marker on the top of your drawer, you can almost see his head working on ideas, and then he’s grabbing the sharpie you were using to write on your sticky notes earlier today. 

His body is straight up again and his movements are now slower, as he unclasps the marker and you feel its cold material hit your skin. There’s a long up and then down movement, you’re almost sure it’s an M, and then there’s a harsh line of an I, you can hear his grunts louder and he stops himself for a second before shooting his body towards yours again. The sharpie finds your skin again, this time to draw an N, you knew he was doing it big, not only for his eyes, but for you to feel and to know exactly what it was as he wrote the last letter, an E. 

You roll your eyes when he closes and throws the sharpie somewhere in the room before leaving another one of his blows on your butt cheeks. Anthony swings his arm around your torso bringing you up to him, your back hitting his solid chest, “you’re mine,” and that’s what it takes for you to come undone on his still hard cock. Your whole body trembles and your vision goes blurry again, there are tears in your eyes, and this time your moans turn into screams of satisfaction. 

He keeps fucking you through your high and you curse dropping your head back on his shoulder. His hand sneaks in front of your body to touch your sensitive clit, and you hold it sinking your nails on his skin. “Oh fuck,” he grunts drawing his finger deeper. You’re not sure if your body can’t take so much pleasure.

“Let me ride you,” it’s a prayer, a plea, a cry, and you can feel his lips on your neck before your bodies are turned and you’re on top taking him deeper, touching new spots. 

“That’s it, bébé,” he praises you and you roll your hips using your last energies. His hands find their way to your thighs and his short nails dig on your skin bringing you impossibly closer. There’s a deep grunt from him and a small whine from you. It’s hard for your eyes to focus, and you use your body to pin his down and your tied hands find his neck before squeezing it. His hips shot up under you and you scream, tightening your grip on him and squeezing his dick inside of you. 

You can feel another knot on the pitch of your belly, but this time it feels different to recognize this new sensation. That’s when you notice the wetness under you dripping onto his cock to his belly button and in the bed. 

“Fuck,” he moans, “Oh shit, you’re squirting,” his big hands go to your back and he keeps shooting his hips up to meet your pussy, “that’s it, bébé, give it to me once more,” and you’re squeezing him one last time before giving both of you a mind-blowing orgasm. Your body tumbles on top of his and this time things go pitch black instead of blurry. You can still feel his hot body under you and his rapid heartbeat, but your body is fluttering and there’s nothing in front of you. There’s only his body. There’s only your boyfriend existing under you with his cock still deep inside of you. 

It’s seconds before his caresses on your back become some kind of poking, “y/n?” 

“Huh?” you mumble, your voice raspy. He chuckles.

“Fuck, you passed out,” he sounds proud and you giggle. 

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you confess without finding the strength to move your hands and caress him back, but Anthony keeps the tip of his fingers moving softly around your body, “I think I should talk more about Sidney Crosby, huh?” you joke and his hips shot upward making you moan Anthony’s name. Although he just came, he’s still hard and deep inside your soaked pussy.

“What were you saying?” he questions with a smug grin. “I think you were saying something about a certain player, Sidney Crosby maybe?” 

You arch your eyebrows, “who’s Sidney Crosby? I only know Anthony Beauvillier,” and he laughs at your answer before kissing your lips softly. You know there’s gonna be a time for water and a fruit snack later and then he’s going again, because he’s never done until you’re completely wrecked, the only name able to escape your lips being his. 

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART SEVEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: men being shitty and creepy!! possible trigger for sexual assult Summary:  Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: things are taking an odd turn, right? (sorry this is posted so late) 

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MASTERPOST 

You woke up to the shrill chiming of an alarm cutting through your head like a circle saw. The unexpected noise made you sit up instantly, putting your gaze directly on a desk, the top of it overflowing with sheet music. 

Josh started to stir next to you, his hand reaching out from under the blanket to grab his phone from where it sat in between you.

The sore spot on your ribs made you wince, and your eyes drifted down to find your own phone, pressed into the mattress from you sleeping on it. 

When the screen flicked on, you let out a sharp gasp. 

“Josh, we have like fifteen minutes to leave!” you yelped, hopping instantly out of bed and finding your knees a little wobbly. 

He sat up then, rubbing across his face. 

You gazed back at him, frowning at the odd setup; he was laying on top of the comforter but under a different blanket.

“Shit, I had yesterday’s alarm still set for my late class,” he murmured, inching himself toward the end of the bed. 

“Oh my god,” you whined, racing to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth way too quickly, knowing in your heart that you did a poor job.

When you returned to Josh’s room for your phone, he was pulling a clean shirt over his head.

  “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, sounding somewhere between asleep and awake.

“It’s okay, I should have set my own alarm,” you admitted, snatching your cell from the bed and scooting past him again. “It’s really okay. Are you going to be ready to leave in like ten?”

He nodded as he ran his fingers through his curls. “Yeah, you?”

“I’m praying.” 

On the walk to school, you remembered. 

“Fuck, my presentation is today. And I got high and didn’t practice.”

He chuckled under his breath, clasping his hand around your shoulder. “You’re going to be fine- just breathe and stay calm. If you mess up, take a pause and keep going.” 

You nodded furiously. “Okay. Okay. Can you text that to me? What if I forget?”

He laughed in earnest then. “Yes, I’ll text you.” 

You exhaled a lengthy breath, nodding as you tried to calm your nerves. 

In front of the entrance to the B hall, he spun you around to face him, holding the biceps of each of your arms. He mimicked taking a deep breath, prompting you to do the same without another thought. 

“Relax,” he instructed coolly. “And I’ll see you at lunch.”

+++

You had your hands clasped tightly in your lap, nervous enough that your palms were sweating. Getting up and speaking to a room of people was high on your list of things that felt like torture, especially since you hadn’t had time to shower or do anything with your mess of hair besides pinning it up into a bun as best you could. 

You thanked a divine power that the outfit you had thrown on in a haste ended up looking surprisingly presentable. 

As it neared your turn, you got your papers in order and straightened up your posture. When your name was called, you promptly stood, descending the steps and ending up down at the podium. 

You had just opened your mouth to start when your phone chimed in your pocket. Your eyes popped open wide, hoping you’d hallucinated the sound instead of forgetting to silence your ringer. 

The professor was giving you an unamused look as you gave a weak laugh.

 “One sec, sorry,” you muttered, fishing out your phone. You flicked the little button down on the side, but as the screen lit up, you got to read what the message said. 

Josh      just now Just pretend everyone’s me or pretend they’re naked. Probably not both though.

You couldn’t help but huff a laugh as you tucked it back away. The nerves that had you so on edge started to dampen, just a bit. 

+++

That afternoon, you walked home alone. Josh had texted you that he’d be staying until 5 or 6 to make sure the production was going along smoothly, but when he returned to the apartment, it was with a bottle of wine. 

You were doing some of the dishes from the previous day and had to wipe your soapy hands on a dishtowel before he crossed the room and pulled you into a side hug. 

The two of you had talked about how well the presentation went when you met at lunch, but you hadn’t imagined he’d make such a big deal about it. 

“I had Jake pick me up and take me to the liquor store, and I got this so we could celebrate,” he informed, his voice kind of soft - either sheepish or tired, you couldn’t quite tell. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you replied, but couldn’t suppress the huge grin splitting your lips. 

He nodded, offering a soft smile. “I know.” He set the bottle down on the table pointedly. “I wanted to.”

You fished the make-shift corkscrew from the utensil drawer, brandishing it like a knife to earn a melodic laugh from Josh. 

He popped the door of the fridge open to peer inside. “We might be able to make something special for dinner. Or, at least more special than mac and cheese or sandwiches.”

When the idea popped into your head, you crossed the room and grabbed your purse. 

“I still have about,” you paused to count the bills in your wallet. “$34 from shopping. I was saving it for something nice, so why don’t we order something in?”

He grinned at you, leaning back against the wall next to the fridge and letting his head rest against it. “What kind of take-out are you thinking? You should get to pick.”

“Oh, please,” you huffed, playfully rolling your eyes as you started unwrapping the foil around the rim of the wine bottle. “One, I could have never done so well if it weren’t for you. And two, you’re from here, so you’d know what’s worth ordering.”

His pink lips tilted up into a smirk. “I’m not from here though.”

“Close enough.” You took a moment to think before continuing on. The tip of the corkscrew was broken, leaving a blunt edge and he watched you struggle to pierce the cork with it. “Is there any kind of Indian? Or Thai maybe?” 

He nodded. “There’s an Indian restaurant downtown. It’s pretty yummy if I remember right.”

“That kinda sounds perfect, right?” 

He held his hand out, flicking his eyes down at the corkscrew and then back up at you until you reluctantly handed it over. He picked up the bottle and popped it open with ease, his smirk only growing. 

“Yeah, perfect.”

+++

Thursday evening, Trevor showed up around five, just as you were finished making your bedroom look like a cute study nook. You weren’t entirely sure how much studying either of you planned on doing, but since he only brought one notebook and nothing else, you weren’t very hopeful about getting any work done. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to have a roommate,” he said in a playful tone.

“I do. When I moved here, I knew I couldn’t afford to live alone, so I rolled the dice. He’s a great friend, as it turns out. Do you want something to drink?” you asked as he stepped through your doorway and set his stuff down on your bed. 

“That’d be cool.”

“We have juice and milk and water and iced tea.”

He shrugged with a smile. “Anything but milk, please.”

You nodded. “I’ll bring you some juice.” 

Josh, who was seated in the sitting chair in the living room, working on his own homework, looked up at you through his eyelashes with a mischievous-looking smile.

You shot him a scowl. “Don’t be weird,” you whispered, and then in a normal tone, finished with, “Would you like some juice too?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head at you. “That’s okay, I can get my own. You just worry about him.”

Trevor happily took his glass as you handed it to him, giving you a “thank you”. 

“Of course,” you replied as you sat next to him on the bed and pulled your stack of textbooks onto your lap. “Where should we start?”

“You actually want to study?” he mused, sounding disbelieving.

You bit your lip. “Probably for a little while at least, right?” 

He shrugged back at you, but you tried to brush off the odd attitude. Maybe you’d given him the wrong impression as to exactly what this would be, but you could fix it. 

“So, we’re supposed to read chapters ten through sixteen and then do all the questions,” you informed, flipping the book open. “You want me to read it out loud?” 

You thought maybe offering to do most of the work would brighten his mood, but every time you looked over at him while you were reading, he was scrolling through his phone. He had a bored expression painted across his features, and it took him nearly a full minute to realize you’d stopped reading. 

When he finally looked up at you, he gave a smile that you knew he thought was the most charming thing you’d ever seen.

You could hear a knock on the front door and Josh shuffling around in the living room. 

“Have you been listening to any of this? You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.” You tried to keep your tone from sounding annoyed, but you knew you couldn’t hide it as well as you wished. 

“I’d rather be doing anything else if I’m being honest.” There was not a single shred of an apology in his voice, and when you spoke again, you knew it would be even less put together.

“Why did you want to come over for a study session if you didn’t want to study?” It was less of a question and more of a scathing review of his character, or at least what you’d seen of it so far.

He frowned at you, looking a shade on the accusatory side for your liking. “I feel like you should have known what that actually meant.” 

You could hear a conversation going on in the kitchen, and you silently wished you were out there instead. The longer you heard them talk, the more convinced you became that it was Jake, and you wondered if Josh invited him over on purpose, or if he just showed up.

“You said you thought I was good in class and that part of why you asked me out was so I could help you with classwork.”

He rolled his blue eyes. “Yeah, if I hadn’t, I can’t imagine you would have invited me over.”

You had your mouth open to snap a response, but somehow, his words hurt you. Not much, but just enough for your chest to feel tight, and not just from anger.

 “Did you think you could manipulate me into having sex with you?” you asked quietly, your brows threaded close together in a frown. 

He gave a long, bored-sounding sigh. “Don’t act like I’m a bad guy, here. Everyone does it. Give some fake compliments and then make your move, you know?”

For emphasis, he placed his hand on your thigh, a little too high up. It made your teeth clench, jaw tightened by rage.

“Don’t touch me. You should go,” you stated. 

He huffed a sarcastic laugh as he inched his hand a bit further up your leg. He moved toward you until his face was nearing your neck. “Come on, what’s the big deal?” 

Before you could stop yourself, you reached a hand out and slapped him across his face, your palm making contact with the hollow of his cheek. You hadn’t been expecting the crack of noise when you made contact; it ripped through the room, and out into the living area if you had to guess. 

It took him a beat to realize what happened, but as soon as he did, he stood from your bed. You picked up his notebook and handed it to him, and he ripped it from your grasp, a dirty look on his features. 

“You’re a cockteasing bitch,” he snapped, nursing the red spot on his cheek. 

He was already halfway through the living room when you moved to stand in the doorway of your room. 

“Fuck off,” you called through clenched teeth as he opened the front door and let himself out. When he was gone you realized that Josh and Jake were both looking at you with similar degrees of concern from where they were sat on the couch. 

“What happened?” Josh asked, frowning up at you. 

Embarrassed, you flicked your eyes over to Jake who had one eyebrow quirked up at you. 

“Oh, you know. Just boys lying to me so they can fuck,” you snapped as you retreated to your room and closed the door. You instantly felt bad for being short with them, especially since Josh is just about the last person you could ever imagine being mean to, but you’d apologize later. 

Right then, you were going to curl up in bed.

After a couple of hours, Jake left and you wondered how long it would take before Josh came in to bug you, but he didn’t. You listened for his footsteps coming toward your door, but you could hear him in the living room, turning the page of a book every now and again. 

Eventually, you couldn’t help yourself - you threw the blankets off and stood. The stiffness in your muscles was a poor consolation prize for the day. 

He looked up at you, shutting his book instantly, his homework caught between the pages. 

“Hey,” he greeted quietly. He patted the spot next to him on the couch. “I’m sorry your...thing went so poorly.”

You were too annoyed to care anymore, so you laid your head on his shoulder, letting out a long sigh. It surprised you when you felt a tear drip down your cheek and you could feel your face start to warm in response. 

He heard you sniffle and his form stiffened immediately. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you tight to him. 

“Did he hurt you?” It sounded like Josh’s throat was tight, making his words hoarse.

“No, he just,” You weren’t sure how to finish that. He hadn’t really hurt you, per se. “He just tried to touch me. And then he didn’t stop when I told him to.”

“What?” His tone was charmingly offended on your behalf. 

“It’s okay,” you assured, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. “I’m more angry than anything. I just kind of can’t believe I fell for that, you know? The whole ‘let’s study’ thing.”

“Stop that - it’s not your fault.” You could feel the hesitation as he laid his hand against your ear, but you leaned into it, grateful for the comfort.

It was quiet for a long moment while you calmed yourself down. His presence was more of a reassurance than anything else you could have imagined at the moment.

“You’re my best friend,” you breathed, turning to nuzzle your nose against the fabric of his sleeve. “And I’m lucky to have you.”

Through a smile, you heard him say, “Me too.”

[a-cluttered-gordon-freeman]

Unclouded Days, because I'm not an idiot and I definitely remembered this story exists, part 3.

Part 1 | Part 2

"If I wanted to have a family... I'd have it with Alyx... Or Barney... But for right now...."

Gordon looked up from his journal. Taking a glance at his clock, he noted the date and time. 6:37 a.m. on a cold Thursday, April 13.

It had been a whole 2 months since he last visited Alyx and Barney. Gordon could remember the chill of the incoming blizzard as he trudged through the snow, and he remembered the chill coming back home afterwards.

His cabin was a safe haven away from the chaos of the society he helped create. Gordon wanted nothing to do there. He wanted to be by himself, for all too long he had been surrounded by people and he couldn't stand it. He thoroughly enjoyed the moments spent being away from everyone, where he was on his own, doing whatever. Nobody would boss him about. He wouldn't have to fight.

Barney had brought up a good point, but by accident. Gordon had mocked Barney by making such claims as having a family. And with Barney asking if he had one, Gordon spent long nights thinking about it.

No, he didn't have one, but Gordon couldn't deny that he had thought about having one, and having some kids of his own. He was still young enough to, but with whom? Barney would say yes, he and Gordon were always intimate with each other and would be asked constantly at Black Mesa when they'd marry. But it'd rule out children, as niether of them could reproduce with each other. Alyx would be uncertain about getting married, probably, mostly because she didn't know to the fullest what it meant. And niether of them felt a strong attraction towards each other, so would it even be considered a real loving relationship?

Gordon took another look at the clock. 7:15 a.m.. Temperature dropped a few degrees in the cabin. He sighed.

Another night wasted.

Closing the journal, Gordon stood up and stretched before opening the window to let it the sun and some fresh air. He stared outside, some animals crossing in and out of his vision, the leaves from last fall stuck down under the remaining snow. It was cold out, but the kind of cold one craved for in the spring. A nice and peaceful morning with a slight chill, the forestry just now waking up with snow melting around, providing nutrients to the life nearby.

He felt tired. Not unusual, as he lost quite a bit of sleep since that week in February. But Gordon couldn't fall asleep.

It was the entire point of that journal. To write his thoughts until he felt as though he could sleep. Some nights he considered heading back over to Eli and Kliener, maybe chat a bit. But being 40-something miles away would mean he'd arrive there sometime by noon. Other nights he considered working on some projects he laid out. But that would mean Gordon would have to turn on the other lights- all that artificial light would keep him up more than the red-light alarm he used to write in his journal. More often than not Gordon would just sit at his desk, writing away from 8 in the evening to 7 in the morning. The rare nights were when he didn't write in his journal, but instead bathed in the pitch black darkness.

Writing in the journal helped though. Gordon wouldn't have to worry about making sense to anyone, as long as it made enough sense to him. No need to appropriate a sentence, give it structure. It was a place where he could write what he was feeling, with no worry of harming anyone else.

Though sometimes Gordon wished he could actually tell someone, get advice or some help. It would have been useful as hell for him.

To ask for help gave Gordon the feeling of uselessness, a feeling he had been trying to avoid hard. To be told to do a thing gave him a purpose. So he did things that made him feel useful- took care of alien enemies for those that couldn't, provided backup to those who could, saved humanity, rebuilt society. Gordon did it all. There was no way he was going to ask anyone for help. He'd feel guilty as hell.

Gordon decided that he was done thinking such thoughts. And he had also decided that he would relax with a nice, warm shower, taking some time to ease off some stress.

Silence had been filling the lab. It was as if quiet things could become quieter, if it didn't make sound then it would start making other things stop making sound.

Alyx and Barney found it uncomfortable. The silence was deafening, and they could hear their thoughts much too clearly. It also provided a sort of laziness, a feeling of boredom, to the lab. A place once bustling with life and loud noises now only inhabited by two people with nothing better to do that they hadn't done forty times before.

"What if we went out of town for a bit?" Barney broke the silence, startling Alyx, who had been slowly falling asleep.

"What do you mean? To where?" She stretched.

"To Gordon's."

"I don't know, would he even like visitors right now? We have no way of asking him."

"Surprise visit?"

"We can't ask him, Barney! We've got no way to talk to him." Alyx rested her head on the table, letting out a drowsy sigh.

"I know where he lives." Barney said, causing Alyx to look over at him. "He had told me an approximation, he lives east near the giant trees."

"In the shack?"

"Yeah."

"Barney, thats forty miles away. We'd have to start early morning to arrive at his house with some daylight left. And besides, there is no way we'd be able to spend the night there, it has four rooms- a bathroom, a tiny bedroom, a kitchen and a main room."

Silence filled the lab once more. Alyx had a point, it was already too small for one person, much more with three. And there would be no way of confirming with Gordon if they could even get there- if anyone else saw them leave, and it would be a given that many people would see them leave, then Gordon's privacy would be violated by everyone else knowing where he lived.

It'd be rude to arrive uninvited, and unpleasant if he wasn't there or was too busy to let them in.

"Can't you talk to him?" Barney stared at Alyx, who sat up with exhaustion.

"How do you think I would be capable of that?"

"With that weird vort-connection-thingy you two have."

She took a moment to think. "I'm... Not entirely sure. I don't think I can."

"Should we ask a vortigaunt?"

Gordon finished dressing and took a seat on his bed. He was disappointed. His bath hadn't helped to relieve any stress whatsoever, instead he was convinced it added more and made it worse.

Which... Isn't good when you are a sleep-deprived physicist who has just been to a version of hell and back at one moment and wiping the enemy off the face of the planet.

His clock now read 9:00 a.m. exact. He could take a walk around the forest, or maybe cook up something.

Or, instead, he could lay in bed, the window open, the covers over him. Which is what Gordon did.

It made the annoying sleeplessness much worse but one could not deny the relaxing comfort it brought. And slowly, just so slowly, Gordon began to drift off to sleep.

"You can communicate feelings and pain without words, but you cannot talk to the Freeman directly." The vorts had answered, causing a sigh from Alyx and Barney.

"Well, then, fuck how are we supposed to get him now?" Barney huffed.

"We wait until he decides to come over." Alyx replied, getting up to go back to the lab.

"Have either of you decides to meet the Freeman yourselves?" A vort inquired, walking up to Alyx and Barney.

"No." The both of them responded.

"It'd be rude to walk up to his house uninvited, seeing as others could follow us." Alyx look over at the vortigaunts, who gave the appearance of understanding.

The two left the vortigaunts and returned to their eerily quiet lab, where boredom struck again.

Gordon shot up, panting hard. Beads of sweat trailed down his face, his heart and mind racing. He glanced at the clock.

5:21 p.m. on a now warm April 13.

Gordon took a second to calm down. He couldn't remember what had caused him to be so hyped up. Was it a nightmare? Bad memory?

What ever it was, it was gone now. Gordon could be thankful for that at least.

Chest still pounding, Gordon took a second to gain his bearings and calm down. He found it extremely difficult to do such on his own. As a result, he went out on a walk. He found it best to take in the nature, listen to the trees and wildlife.

As much as Gordon would have liked to hunt, a gun would raise back past feelings of fear, anger and pain that the Resonance Cascade and the Uprising caused. He couldn't stand to hold such a weapon nowadays, the only reason he'd have one anymore is for safety purposes. But even then, Gordon would much rather fight with a knife.

Bored with his little house and, unfortunately, the forestry around him, Gordon set out to the lab. It was best for an escape, as he wasn't feeling all that great by himself.

It was daybreak by the time Gordon arrived at White Forest. He had taken some time to visit Eli and Kleiner, and had also gone for a bit of shopping in the main town. Once done with that,he made his way to the lab.

"Hey Barney."

Barney turned around and was greeted by Gordon.

"Gordon?"

"Yeah, I'd hope so. How have things been?"

Barney smiled. "Its been good. And you?"

"...not good." Gordon sighed and looked down a bit. "Haven't been getting good rest."

"Would you like to spend a few more nights here? At the lab with Alyx and I?"

"Yeah... I'd appreciate that thanks..."

Barney took Gordon's hand and led him to the lab, where Alyx greeted them both with an excited smile.

Gordon got set up in his old room again. Sitting upon his bed, he stared at the ceiling in silent contemplation. Closing his eyes, he began to silently cry, for no reason he could find.

When Alyx stepped into the room, she caught a glance of the tired and teary-eyed man. She took that as a moment to sit next to him and offer weak support.

Gordon glanced over to her and wiped off his eyes. "S-sorry..." he muttered weakly, his voice shaky as hell.

Alyx smiled. "No need to be sorry. Just let it all out."

END OF PART 3

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My Turn (PA P.2)

Title: My Turn (Performance Art, Part Two) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Ransom Drysdale. The reader is married to Ransom; a picture of their life and flashback to when they met. If she had been here by her own choice and her own choice alone, things may be better for her. Ransom is devious though and is able to tangle her into his web. Words: 2,651 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dub-con, dub-con smut, body shaming, coercion, emotional abuse, loveless relationship Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a one shot but here we are.

Part One || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“You are always so much more relaxed when Ransom isn’t here,” Harlan remarked lightly, his fingers tapping on the table lightly.

You looked over your shoulder from the stove at him, caught off guard by the comment. He was sitting there, his gaze prodding. Marta was at the small kitchen table with him as well, looking as uncomfortable as you with the random comment.

When he noticed the startled look on your face, he gave you a gentle smile. “I’m not accusing you, Y/N. No need to be on edge. Just… making an observation.”

Unsure of what to say, you looked away trying to conjure up anything that would not be taken too seriously.

“He can be intense sometimes,” you offered up, stirring the soup in the pot.

Once a month at least, you made a point to visit Harlan on your own – well, now with Oliver. He was sleeping in one of the guest rooms upstairs that still held one of the cribs from when his grandchildren were young. Now, his great-grandson was using it. Fran had taken the baby monitor with her down to the laundry room. She insisted on coddling him as much as she could when you visited. You were cooking dinner as you usually did when you made these visits. You enjoyed Harlan’s company – your grandparents had never been a large part of your life, so it was nice to have one. You cherished his company and his humor. And you enjoyed Marta’s company as well. She was the closest thing you had to a real friend. All the women at the country club were not for you, even though you faked it perfectly whenever you were around them.

‘’Intense’,” Harlan rolled around in his mouth, contemplating on the word choice. “Hmm. Yes, I suppose that is an accurate way to describe it.”

The conversation dropped off from there, silence filling the space. You snuck a look at him and saw he was deep in thought, staring down at his hands.

What an odd thing to say, you thought to yourself.

But Harlan was one to notice something like that.

<><><>

As you walked back from the kitchen with a glass of water, you noticed Harlan was standing in his veranda, overlooking the back yard. Changing course, you walked out of the screen door, catching his attention.

“Anything interesting, birthday boy?” you asked.

“Besides the beautiful sunset?” Harlan asked, smiling and gesturing at the setting sun.

“It is a fine shade of orange,” you commented, coming to stand by him.

He nodded and asked, “How are you enjoying the party so far? And where are my congratulations? I think that’s in order.”

You laughed, “Of course. Congratulations for your 85th birthday. And it is… just beginning. So, so far so good. The cake looks lovely, I saw it in the kitchen. Lemon frosting. Should be tasty. It is one of my favorites.”

“I remembered that,” Harlan said. “You love lemon tarts too. And lemon bars. I am sensing a theme here. We are very much alike in our passion for lemon dessert.”

“Hmm, you’re really going to enjoy part of your gift,” you said, reaching into your pocket for the candies. “I brought these for you.”

He peered into your outstretched hand and let out a throat chortle. You dumped the lemon warheads into his hand, sharing the laugh. Examining them, he said, “I am sure that is what my face will look like when I eat them.”

“Should do it in front of everyone. It’ll look nice in the photos,” you joked.

“I just might,” Harlan said, smiling at you. He slipped them into his pocket and told you, “Thank you, Y/N.” He held out his arm. “Escort me inside?”

You looped arms with him, “Yes, of course.”

<><><>

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ransom snapped, standing in front of Harlan’s desk. Harlan had called him into the study from the party and informed him he was considering changing his will, expressing his unhappiness with the family.

“Does it sound like I’m kidding?” Harlan asked nonchalantly, only a twitch in his face giving away he was annoyed that Ransom had swore at him. “It is what is best for everyone if they do not shape up.”

“So, you’re just going to give your fortune away if everyone doesn’t change to what you want them to be?” Ransom asked, laughing in disbelief.

Harlan shook his head, “No… no, I do not intend to do that. I will leave it to Marta.”

“You’re joking,” Ransom scoffed. “Your Brazilian nurse? Are you insane?”

“No, I’m thinking straight for the first time in a while. And not just Marta. But Oliver too,” Harlan informed him. Ransom straightened at that, his eyes narrowing. Harlan gave him a wry smile, “Now, don’t you go trying to get clever about it either, Ransom. Oliver won’t be able to touch it until he’s 25 years old.” Ransom scoffed again, looking furious. “And to that point as well, Y/N will be in charge of it until then.”

Ransom’s eyes bugged incredulously, and he blurted, “Y/N?” He seemed more offended about this than hearing about Marta.

He shook his head, biting his cheeks. He was supposed to control her, not the other way around.

Stepping towards the desk, he demanded, “Just because she bakes you dinner every once in a while? She gets to have millions of dollars for that?” His voice was rising. “You don’t know what you’re doing. You really have lost your goddamn mind!”

“You do not get to tell me what I am going to do with my will!” Harlan said louder than he intended to.

Leaning forward, Ransom pointed at him threateningly, “I’m warning you—”

“You should be grateful,” Harlan cut him off.

“’Grateful’?” Ransom demanded. “Grateful? What about this should I be grateful about?”

“That your son will be taken care of,” Harlan told him firmly. “I’m only telling you because I do hold a special place for you, Ransom, but you need to do better by her. And consequently, be a father, a real one. Prove to me you love the family you have and grow it with purpose. I don’t plan on sharing this with anyone… they can figure it out after I am gone if things don’t change. You have an opportunity here—"

Ransom barked out a laugh, throwing his hands up. “I can’t with this. Look, when you’ve got your head screwed back on, I’ll be here to talk. Happy fucking birthday.”

Without another word, he turned on his heel, storming to the door. He threw it open, letting it hit the wall on his way out.

<><><>

Meg was cooing at Oliver, smiling as his eyes followed her. You adjusted him in your arms and asked, “Do you want to hold him?”

“Oh, su—”

“Get your shit,” Ransom ordered you, appearing out of nowhere, startling the two of you. “We’re leaving.”

He looked engulfed in fury and you knew better than to argue with him normally but like this was signing a death wish. But it was Harlan’s birthday, and you could not help yourself.

“But the cake and—”

“You don’t need cake, do you?” Ransom spat vehemently.

Heat quickly game to your cheeks and you closed your mouth, sinking into yourself at his insult. He always knew how to cut you the deepest. Meg though was another story.

“What the hell, you asshole—” she started to spit back at him.

“Shut the fuck up, Meg. Don’t you have some communist bullshit to go read about how you’re going to undermine the government?” Ransom snarled and snapped his fingers at you. “Y/N, what did I just tell you? Stop standing there looking stupid. Get Oliver’s shit and let’s go. I’ll be in the car, don’t make me wait.”

He turned on his heel, swiping his coat off the back of the chair by the door.

You swallowed sharply, trying to hold back tears as you made eye contact with Meg for a moment before averting your gaze, humiliated.

“What the fuck is up his ass?” Meg muttered, staring in anger at where he had disappeared.

You managed a shrug as you began walking towards the door where Oliver’s car seat was waiting. She told you she would get him buckled up if you wanted to go say goodbye to everyone. You shook your head, not trusting yourself to not look like a mess, nervous about how Ransom was going to be for the rest of the night.

The car ride home was unpleasant. He was silent but you could tell he was fuming. And he kept stealing angry glances your way and you could not for the life of you figure out what you had done.

When you did get home, he hit the scotch, making a stiff one as soon as he got through the door practically and you made yourself scarce. You planned to steer clear of him as much as you could knowing his bad mood was only going to be exacerbated by the alcohol.

The TV echoed from downstairs, he was not watching it quietly. You swore under your breath, as Oliver babbled softly. He had been sleeping so soundly in the car and had woken up to the loud noise downstairs. It took awhile to get him back to sleep and when he finally did, you laid him down gently and left the room as quiet as you possibly could, closing the door. You waited a few seconds and did not hear him cry out, much to your relief.

Going to the bedroom, you got ready for bed, hoping to fall asleep quickly because Oliver had a habit of waking up around 4:00am.

Just as you had turned off your bedside lamp, you heard a creak. Turning, you saw Ransom’s silhouette was in the doorway, illuminated from the hall light. The TV was still on downstairs and you hoped he was only up here to change and would leave again without unleashing any more beratement on you. You still could not figure out what you had done that had made him so upset with you. There was usually something. You wore the wrong type of dress, cooked something he was not in the mood for, came too quickly…

He stalked into the room coming to your side of the bed and the hope he was going to leave you alone was quickly fading. He reached out and turned on your lamp again, staring down at you. You could see he was drunk; you knew the signs in his eyes.

“Are you coming to bed?” you asked him calmly.

His smile was unkind. “Oh, yes. Dear wife. I am coming to bed.” Just as quickly as it had appeared, his smile fell and he ordered you, “Take that stupid thing off.” You stammered and he asked annoyed, “Am I going to have to rip it off of you?”

Quickly, you pulled the nightgown off, sitting naked on the edge of the bed as he undressed himself, kicking his clothes off to the side. He was already getting hard, to your surprise considering how much he must have imbibed by the smell of his breath. Before he even had to ask, you laid back, your fingers at your sex. You tried to relax as your fingers worked, trying to will yourself to start to get wet.

Ransom’s gripped your thighs and yanked you across the bed towards him. “No, on your hands and knees,” he growled, half tossing you over in a fluid motion.

You did the rest of it for him, shook by his aggressiveness. You mourned prematurely for your pussy, knowing you were going to be sore tomorrow; you just knew sitting was going to be uncomfortable.

Behind you, as your fingers sunk into your sex, you could hear Ransom digging around in your bedside table. You only stalled for a second in your rubbing when you heard the unmistakable sound of one of your vibrators. He slapped your hand away and it fell back to the bed for you to rest your head on as he brought the toy to your clit. You moaned, fingers curling up in the comforter.

The pressure was building, and you begged, “Ransom, please…”

He only responded with a hum of approval and then the vibrator was gone. You had a split second to pout before he slapped your swollen pussy. You jolted, wincing at the sharp sting. His cock slipped in, his hand pressing down on the small of your back. His thrusts were deep and steady, groaning at the tightness.

Ransom’s hand clamped down on your jaw, turning your face to look at him forcibly. You gasped in surprise when he spit in your face, burying himself hilt deep. His hand moved up, wiping the spit all over your face roughly.

“You’re gonna cum all over my dick,” he rasped, slowly rolling his hips. You groaned, full of him. “Aren’t you?” You nodded feverishly and he smiled in response. “Can’t fucking help yourself.”

Ransom pulled out, snapping, “On your back.” Your calves rested on his shoulders, his fingers digging into the front of your thighs as he resumed his thrusting, jolting you against the bed. You keened, his cock brushing your g spot so easily in this position.

“Look at you…” he husked. “A dirty little whore. Say it!”

“I’m your dirty little whore,” you gasped back to him.

His eyes practically rolled back into his head. “Yeah, that’s all you are,” Ransom groaned in pleasure. “A filthy little skank. Mine. Mine…”

Trailing off, Ransom bit at his bottom lip as his thrusts became quick and shallow. It was too much, pushing you over the edge, much to his pleasure. You saw stars and your legs quivered and you heard him encourage you, a new slew of degrading names falling from his lips.

Your legs were held up by his hand as he stared down at your pussy, his eyes still hooded with arousal. You could feel his seed inside you – he always finished inside.

“That won’t do,” he murmured. His fingers ran up, wiping the cum dripping out of you and he shoved his fingers back in. “There we go… don’t want to waste a drop. Let’s make sure his little. fucking. favorite,” he grated out every word, his fingers pushing in deep and you clenched around him, biting your bottom lip as your high wore off. He was not being gentle. “Gives us another little bun in the oven to fawn over.”

Why was he talking in third person? You did not dare ask.

“You’re going to act happy, Y/N. You’re going to be happy. You’re going to fucking smile. You’re going to fucking love me, adore me. And everyone’s going to believe it,” Ransom snarled at you, his breath ragged. “That fucking clear? No more of this kicked puppy routine you fucking do. Especially when it seems I’m not there. I won’t have it. Not anymore. We are going to have a perfect little family from now on.”

“I—”

“Don’t fucking argue with me,” he said dangerously. “I said, ‘is that clear’? Just nod your head. It’s not that hard, Y/N.” You nodded silently and he clipped, “Good. You better shape up quick. I’m going to fuck you every night until you’re giving me another son.” His fingers slowed, his thumb rubbing your abused clit and you hissed. He smiled at the reaction and he gave it a little pinch, drawing a pathetic whimper out of you. “Yeah, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you. Such a good girl.”

He gave you a rough kiss and husked, “Don’t mistake me being nice to you outside these walls as anything other than it being my turn to put on a show.”

~~~

Tags: @coconutqueen21 

[fandomgodmother420]

Okay so I saw

This post ^^

And I was like

Wait wait wait okay okay hang on wait a damn minute-

Because this is cursed rite we all know this is cursed but somethin about it got me thinkin it got me thinking quite a lot and it’s the idea of Callahans character being deaf and like obviously the way it’s done here is bad but it got me thinking okay well what if you did it well? What if it wasn’t garbage? What if it became a super important part of the show?

I think I have a new favorite au now?

Okay listen listen let me explain right-Callahan would still be a side character to the side characters but first things first he’d talk using sign language and literally the first thing that he signs when people try and talk to him is that he’s deaf. He also wouldn’t be able to understand people who talk to him, they’d have to either sign, write something down, or be super expressive. (Ik a lot of deaf people read lips but I feel like in media with deaf people almost all the time they like fully rely on lip reading and their almost superhumanly good at it and idk I think it would be cool for a deaf character to just not lip read-hardly ever) so now the fact that he’s deaf isn’t just something that you can drop in interviews for brownie points. Still, he’s hardly ever there and he’s not really a part of the story and that’s just kind of annoying and for a while it seems like that’s just how it’s gonna be, just one background background deaf character who’s pretty cool but who we almost never get to see...

But the explosions that went off during the pogtopia manburg war where pretty fuckin loud

And Quackity was right on top of them. He might’ve lost a cannon life to them-it’s kinda up for debate but for the purpose of the au we’re gonna say he did, because losing a cannon life affects your body. Your body changes to suit how you died-you get scars from losing a cannon life.

Here’s where it gets good

One of the next episodes post war is 100% Quackity focused and he wakes up in a bed and he’s like welp lets just hope I’m not as bad off as Tubbo was. There’s no rustling noise when he moves the sheets and blankets to look at himself, at this point the viewer might realize there’s no music in the background either, there’s no ambient noises from outside. Quackity sees he doesn’t have visible scaring anywhere and he’s like that’s weird but good for me? I guess? He walks outside and his footsteps don’t make any noise. Tubbo runs up to him and starts talking-except he’s not making any noise either. His mouth is moving but there’s no sound coming out of it. Both quackity and the viewer are currently experiencing what’s going on in 100% silence and Quackity starts to panic. A scar would’ve been fine, a limb he can live without, but this??? He can’t hear! He can’t hear anything! Fuck is he supposed to do now?

He runs to Sapnap and Karl, they’re not dating yet but they make him feel safe and he doesn’t know where else to go or what to do and Sapnaps like “I know a guy” but neither the audience nor Quackity hears him say it. His mouth moves but again, no sound. Nothing. Still he makes it clear that he has an idea and that he’ll be right back. Mans fuckin books it to Callahan and after a bit of frantic gestures and sloppy sign language because ya know of course Sapnap did try to learn sign to talk to Callahan at some point he just doesn’t practice nearly enough, Callahan comes over to Quackity and starts teaching him and Karl ASL and gives Sapnap a much needed review course.

That’s it. That’s the episode. An entire episode that’s 100% silent with no subtitles, that’s just Quackity learning how to function without being able to hear. In the places where Callahan can’t help Sapnap and Karl come in. Tubbo gets in on it too since he’s deaf in one ear ever since the festival. (Quackitys like damn cheif I didn’t even kno that and Tubbo admits to thinking it was just him being in shock for a long time until a bee flew around his ear for 20 minutes straight a week after the festival had happened and he didn’t know it was there until Tommy asked if he was gonna name it.) Quackity learns how to talk when he can’t hear himself speaking, how to read lips, what music is like when you can’t hear it, how to speak sign language, all that jazz.

One of the things about being deaf that scares the shit out of Quackity is not being able to hear people sneaking up on him and Tubbos like “oh you need a spotter” and Quackity makes it clear that he has no idea what the fuck that means. So Tubbo explains “a spotter, I don’t know if they actually have a different name but I call them that cuz they cover your blind spot. They’re like your eyes and ears where you don’t have any. That way nobody can sneak up on you.” If the audience is particularly observant they’ll realize that ever since the festival Tommy has always stood on Tubbos right, witch is where Tubbo had gotten scarred. (Later on after Tommy’s exiled Quackity and sometimes Fundy become the ones to cover Tubbos right, but Tubbo is more clearly on constant high alert than he used to be. On a few days like the one before the capturing techno and the one before the second festival he’s straight up jumpy and he hates it) So Quackity of course has a lot of questions is this is pretty important. “well how do I know who I should get to be my spotter? Do they need like training or something? Should I just get a service dog? ???” And Tubbos like “No. Well-maybe that’s the proper way to do it but I’d just go with someone I trust my life with-whoever makes you feel safest, go with that” and Sapnap and Karl start laughing like idiots because Quackity IMMEDIATELY grabs them-like Tubbos barley finished his sentence and Quackitys like ah yes

The hardest part is preserving Quackitys ability to speak Spanish, because he’s the only one who knows it so Karl Sapnap and Tubbo can’t tell him weather he’s pronouncing it right or not and none of them know Spanish sign language. Hell Karl and Tubbo didn’t even know Spanish sign language existed until that day. After a bit of panicking Sapnap is like “wait I know a guy” and Quackity can actually tell what he’s saying this time. (Woo parallels) So sapnap and Co. go to George who’s king now and has access to all of Erets king stuff. Turns out Erets castle has a whole shelf of translation guides for different languages and their sign language counterparts. She kept them for diplomacy reasons. It’s much harder to learn without Callahan teaching it, but progress is made and the gang decides they’ll keep working on learning it together. There’s still the problem of Quackity not being able to speak Spanish though, they end up going with does Quackity sound like how he normally does rn? for figuring out if he’s pronouncing things right. Karl and Sapnap are surprisingly good at being able to tell.

But here’s the best part rite:

So after this episode Quackity, Karl, Sapnap, Tubbo, and obvs Callahan all know sign language-they don’t all know it perfectly nobody’s gonna master it in a day but they’re working on it. And so now in later episodes in addition to the gang talking in sign language a lot when they’re the focus of a scene, you can make them talk to eachother in sign language while other stuff is going on!! No subtitles to translate or draw attention to it, some people might not even notice its happening, but if you watch them you can see them signing to eachother. You could add so many convos and lore and secrets and the best part is if the audience wants in on it they also have to learn sign language!!

Literally just-oh my god it would be the coolest thing okay like immagine:

Ranboos doing his dramatic speech to everyone. Y’all know the one-the one before doomsday after Tommy gets out of exhile. So like Ranboos doing his bit and Fundy and Nikki are arguing with him and :0! what’s this? Look in the background and Tubbo and Quackity are signing to eachother, Quackitys angry and Tubbo is somehow angrier and you watch them more closely to see what the hell is going on and realize (with your sign language knowledge)-they’re fighting about executing Ranboo.

LIKE HOW FUCKING COOL WOULD THAT BE HOLY SHIT

Anyways I have so many headcannons for this now I think it’s the coolest thing if there’s like a tag? Or something? For this thatd be so fuckin cool if there isn’t I feel like I should make one but idk what to call it ion know man I just think this is poggers as hell. To think it all sprung from someone making a DreamSMP as a garbage riverdale show joke

[koushisatori]

Anniversary

First of all: If you happen to stumble across this, please cut me some slack and be gentle with me. English is not my mother tongue, and on top of that, I got rusty by procrastinating everything (literally) for the last half-year (*μ_μ) I am apologizing in advance if something is weirdly written.

This is also my first ever piece of fanfiction, so I have to get used to that to :(( So if you got ideas or anything, I’ll gladly try to fulfill your wishes to simultaneously improve my writing.

Hmm, is there anything else? I hope not, and if there is, I’ll add it !! 

tendou x f!reader

genre: small bit of angst, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

note: /

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usually, your relationship with Tendou is smooth sailing, both of you decided to take the step of moving in together relatively early, exceeding the common couples limit by not only doing this barely a year into your relationship but doing so in a different country far from your family and friends

(both of you learning french together to survive a new life in an absolutely foreign country...however, the first months of grocery shopping were disastrous ) 

you both became a couple in your last year at Shiratorizawa, surprising absolutely....well,...no one, honestly

every person just seeing a moment of your interactions with each other would have guessed that you already were dating

Tendou and you were the embodiment of being disgustingly in love - like people see you and feel  s i n g l e wanting to have what you two obviously found with the other

(SemiSemi, to this day, shudders violently thinking about how he caught you two making out in the storage room a week after Tendou finally confessed to you <3) 

anyway

while Tendou followed his dream of becoming a chocolatier, you began to study - enter: stress

after finishing his required training he got a job at a high-class factory (everything his handmade and super expensive?? You’re just so lucky to be his better half and get to taste his creations for free)

they value his skills and invest in him to become better, but that also means that his time for you shrank even more

you understood that, of course, and it's not like you didn’t spend a lot of your times crouching over books either with being close to receiving your first degree

in general, your fights are stressed-induced, and as quickly forgotten as they came up bc...let’s not beat around the bush, both of you are shit at staying mad at the other, especially if it means cutting short the already sparse time you currently have <3

they’re usually about petty stuff, too

recently though it happens more regularly and they ever so slowly started to border on painful

he stays at work for longer to perfect his already otherworldly skills; and your patience is running thin with all the deadlines and exams putting immense pressure on you

both of you are just so unsatisfied and stressed and...so fucking tired

it’s always forgivable though

you don’t mind planned dinner dates turning into movie nights with him falling asleep on you after what feels like seconds

because he’s there, pressing his face into your side or stomach hard enough for you to wonder if he’s trying to suffocate himself, while his long arms are around your waist holding onto you as if his life depends on it

he doesn’t mind being splayed across your lap watching the latest episodes of his series while you type away on your laptop, even though you were supposed to enjoy a nice weekend lazying in front of the tv with him 

a forgotten date hasn’t killed you yet as well, but the amount of times it was currently happening allowed insecurities to have their way with you

both of you always make up for it one way or another (leaving an apology breakfast or even taking it to bed, buying flowers, sharing the sweet kisses you were supposed to enjoy the night before,...) 

but this time, he didn’t just forget to be on time for any date.

he completely missed your anniversary

you spend the whole afternoon cooking his favorite dish for dinner, making yourself all pretty for him, wearing the jewelry he got you for your birthday, it was some kind of tradition by now

just to be stood up, dinner turning cold and your mood sour

no message, no callback

around 11pm he - finally ! - gets in touch with you 

‘‘(Y/N)!! Bunny, did something happen? Did you miss me so much?’’

you could hear the dopey grin he was wearing while teasing you, one you usually loved, one that was contagious

but it didn’t help the pain and disappointment nesting in your heart, right now

he really didn’t remember

was the date so insignificant to him? were you no longer a priority?

you swallow around the lump in your throat, desperately begging your brain to not amplify your insecurities even more

‘’No...it’s...it’s alright, I just wanted to know when you’re home...’’ your attempt to keep the doubts and pain you experienced that second hidden was pointless, because even on the phone, your boyfriend was able to look right through you

‘‘Bunny what’s wrong?’’ he asks worriedly

normally you’d say that it was alright, that you’d speak later or directly say what was bugging you so terribly

this time...you didn’t feel like talking or maybe even fighting, scared that he might confirm your thoughts and leave you

‘’It’s nothing, Tendou,...’’ you hear him wince, you can’t remember the last time you called him that ’’don’t bother with me if it’s not as important to you.’’ 

‘‘Not as...’’ a moment of silence follows, in which he checked the date and, lastly, Tendou understood ‘’Oh. Oh shit, (Y/N),...Bunny, please, wait for me, please, let me explain...’‘

It’s not the answer you wanted (on the other hand, what answer would that be?)

‘‘I waited...and I’m tired,’‘ you add without thinking, hanging up before he even got the chance to answer

while you don’t want things to end...you can’t help but think ‘what if?’ - that thought alone though is enough for the dams to burst

With a soft groan, you blink your burning eyes open, noticing your spine protesting and pop from the uncomfortable position you fell asleep in. A glance at the alarm clock elicited another tired groan, the 4 on display mocking you. 

The burning and overall sluggish feeling controlling your body immediately reminded you of the things that had taken place. That his scent surrounding you arose solely due to his pillow in which you had pressed your face.

While you obviously weren’t on the best of terms right now, a small part of you was still hopeful and reached out across the bed in search for the warmth your red-haired better half usually provided. Unsurprisingly, your hand met a cold bed half.

An annoyed sigh later, you sat up and rubbed over your eyes angrily. You were hurt, which should be understandable, but remembering his overly happy tone even with evident tiredness underlaying it, you guessed that he didn’t stay behind on purpose and that, maybe, something good had happened. So to say, you as well behaved like an idiot.

Suddenly, you remember the last sentence you said. Realizing what it implied, you felt like banging your head against the wall. You wanted to be understood by him. What you didn’t want was to give Satori the time to allow his anxious tendencies to fester while he was alone, foregoing untrue, negative ideas. The fact that he still wasn’t in bed with you, was proof enough which lead to you cursing out loud.

While your last words towards him told something differently, you surely didn’t want to leave him or him to leave you. Both of you could work things out, you always did, and…well, you always hoped that it would stay that way until you had lived a fulfilling life as a couple, with grey hair and wrinkles taking your last breath together wherever life would lead the two of you.

The simple solution was to communicate like the grown adults you are. 

Determined to talk through it the way you should have done earlier and maybe...just maybe get some cuddles afterward, you swung your legs out from under the blankets. After you quickly put on some warm, worn-out socks, you quietly leave the bedroom and tip-toe through the hallway.

You expected the apartment to be silent, to be dark. What you didn’t expect is the soft light coming from your shared kitchen. Or the clinking noises of bowls and pots colliding lightly, lowly muttered, sleepy curses, and even quieter sniffles interrupting the barrage of words from time to time.

Upon hearing those little sounds - no doubt coming from your anxious boyfriend - your heart clenched painfully in your chest. This is your injudicious doing. Straightening your back, you stepped into the kitchen, slightly squinting against the much harsher ceiling lights assaulting your eyes.

The original plan was to offer a heartfelt apology, and follow it up by an honest declaration of love and the proposal to talk about everything. There were a lot of things that needed to be cleared up between you and Tendou. But after entering the kitchen, you came to an abrupt halt.

Your eyes wandered, lingering on cuts, burns, and blisters that blemished your boyfriends' pretty fingers. Slowly, your gaze continued to move up his arms and shoulders, tensed and screaming out his fear of losing you. For a moment, you hesitated, but you eventually lifted your gaze to meet his wide eyes, as red-rimmed and puffy as yours. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Normally, you would find it adorable and stretch your hands out to cup his cheeks (not to pull him down, definitely not) and press a kiss to his lips...but right now? You really just felt like crying, seeing your Satori so heartbroken over something you said carelessly in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly wincing, Tendou quickly pulls back his hand to his chest away from the hot stove. Yet, he did not dare to break eye contact with you. Seemingly afraid that what he currently saw is nothing but a sleep-deprivation induced hallucination. That you would just vanish if he so much dared to even think of blinking.

The stupor rooting you to the spot though vanished in favor of closing the gap between the two of you to help him.

‘‘Tori...’‘ you croaked worriedly, eyes flickering down to his hands and back up to his watery, sad eyes. ‘‘I’m so sorry,’’ you whispered. Any louder and your voice might break. ’’...let me take care of you.’‘ 

You turned off the stove before you gently tugged Tendou behind you to the bathroom. Making him sit on the edge of the small tub, you gathered everything you needed to patch him up with rehearsed movements.

For a while, both of you were silent. 

You carefully worked on disinfecting cuts and putting special creams on the different wounds and burns, while not hurting him any further. Concentrating on ignoring the thick tension of untold apologies, and fear. Doubt weighing heavy on the two of you. 

Meanwhile, Tendou couldn't help but admire your features. Your soft hair - faintly smelling like peaches and anis - falling into your face, hiding away your pretty (Y/E/C) eyes. He loved to get lost in them. Or how your tongue poked out between your lips in concentration and the little scrunch of your nose when you thought that you could have done better. 

Even in this hazy state of mind, he knew for certain that he would try to hold onto you for as long as possible. That he would do anything to make you forgive him.

After you finished gently wrapping band-aids (silly ones with colorful patterns just the way you both love) around his fingers, on his palm, and back of his hand, he quickly moved them to hold onto yours.

‘‘Don’t leave me.’‘ Tendou's voice is just above a whisper, and if you wouldn't have been that close to him as you were, you would have missed it. But you could hear him, and your eyes immediately met his, filling with tears all over again.

‘‘Satori, I’m-’‘

‘‘(Y/N), please...please, don’t leave me. I’m so sorry. Of course, I care. Our relationship, you...nothing’s as important to me as you are. It was the only thing keeping me sane that last week. I don't know why I forgot about it. I truly feel horrible.'' he started. ''Please, believe me. I love you so, so much. I...I can’t imagine a life without you. I don’t want to.’’ Even with his voice quivering, it was crystal clear just how serious his words were to him. 

He needed to get it out in the open. There was no way in hell that he would allow any doubts about your relationship to fester in your mind.

‘’I was held back to talk about the upcoming Christmas preparations that I’m supposed to be leading this year, and then I was called into the boss’ office and I couldn’t check my phone,’‘ the desperation to explain still evident, Tendou resorted to rambling about the happenings of the day.

‘‘I’m sorry for hurting you, but Bunny, I beg you...I know that we haven't had enough time those last weeks, that we didn't have any if we’re honest. I understand that you must feel neglected. I will change that, give me a chance to make you forgive me, please.’‘ 

It wasn’t like you wanted to cry again, but the tears rolling down your cheeks seemed to have a mind on their own. ‘’ ‘Tori...’’ you sniffled, your voice breaking away at the last syllable. ‘’Can I hug you?’’  

The relief on his face spoke volumes, and before you even got the chance to make good on your words, he already stands tall in front of you, enveloping you tightly.

Securely wrapped up in Satoris’ arms, you feel like coming home after months away. Or like taking in the first gasp of fresh air after holding your breath underwater for too long. With Tendou holding onto you like this, you found the strength to answer.

''I'm sorry, too...I love you so much, and...I know you always have a reason, and it was childish to hang up on you and leave you worrying alone instead of talking to you. And...if you neglected me those last weeks, then I did the same. We both were too busy for each other...'' 

After a short pause, you ask: ''B-but we can work it out, right?’’ Slowly, you looked up to him. ‘’I want to spend my life with you, Satori. Don’t listen to dumb me 5 hours earlier. 5-hours-ago-me was so stupid, and petty, and does not reflect my true wishes,’’ you added. ’’No one of our old friends wanted to put up with me the last week because I’m so head over heels in love with you and all I do is tell them ‘’You should have seen what Tori did for me’’ and what I plan to do for you...I can feel them roll their eyes from the other side of the world!’’

Suddenly aware of your very honest words, you pushed your face against his chest to hide your burning cheeks. Embarrassment painting them in a pretty hue of pink. 

Tendou hadn't realized that he had actually held his breath listening to your words until he chuckled a bit breathlessly. The remaining tension possessing both of your bodies faded away after that, allowing you to relish in the feeling of having the other in your arms again.

After a while, you bravely gazed up at him again, even with your cheeks still set ablaze. ''Come to bed?'' And with a sweet smile, one that reached his eyes and made your heart stutter, he nodded. 

Things between the two of you weren't ideal quite yet, Tendou kknew that much. But they would be. Tomorrow would be a new day. You would hopefully agree to celebrate your anniversary a day later. He hoped, that you would agree to spend it with him from the first second you woke up to the very last before you fell asleep. You will hopefully enjoy the news that his promotion was topped with holidays that allowed you to spend Christmas and New Year's Eve with your families in Japan.

He also hoped for you to say yes when, surrounded by your friends, he would ask you to marry him under the Cherry Blossoms in spring.

Things weren't quite ideal, but watching your peaceful expression while sleeping on his chest, he knew, all the up and downs were worth powering through. He would embrace every hardship if that meant keeping you by his side forever.

[liafics]

watermelon sugar high

prompt: requested #21 “first one to make noise loses”  pairing: requested dominic x reader warning: weed (edibles), oral sex (female receiving)  a/n: exams finished so i’m back and active!! currently working on all the request that have been sent whilst i was away - also, dom would be adorable when high imo, and please go listen to harry styles

masterlist smut prompts

dominic made himself comfortable as he took off his shoes and laid on her sofa. he always felt comfortable at her place, and its not the first time that their warm comfort escalated to something more. especially on that specific sofa. a few stolen glances led to a few stolen kisses, and soon enough, their kisses reached the most sensitive spots. they didn’t feel the need to label themselves, at least for now. they were enjoying each other’s company, typically filled with giggles and teasing. y/n was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. lately, she’s been inviting him over more frequently. maybe it’s not the best idea, considering they both initially avoided commitment.

“is the food soon done, y/n?” dom inquired.

“yes, but it’s not our usual food. it’s more like dessert.”

dom shot her a curious look as he walked into the kitchen, attempting to understand what she’s talking about. suddenly, he started smelling a rather familiar and intoxicating smell.

“you bake edibles? since fucking when?”

y/n simply giggled at his surprise as she pulled the dish of brownies out of the oven.

“dom, careful! they’re still very hot!” y/n exclaimed as dominic tried to break off a piece of the freshly baked dish.

“oh so now we’re being responsible. after literally baking weed. you never fail to amaze me.”

they both moved to the living room and binge watched some episodes until the brownies cooled down. naturally, they always seemed to end up cuddling. she’d be in between his legs, laying her head on his chest, as dominic’s tattooed fingers lock with hers. they’re simply comfortable with each other. after a while, dom started to get a little bit restless and kept asking y/n if the brownies are ready. finally, she gave in and they both sprinted to the kitchen. they weren’t little children, and this wasn’t the first time they had weed, but they always brought out the purest and most carefree joy out of each other. y/n was taking ages to cut up the brownies on purpose, making dominic as impatient and whiny as ever. they couldn’t stop giggling as they both fed a piece to each other, being as cheesy as possible. dominic is always comfortable around y/n. she’s rather different than him, but still supports his loud giggly moods, which are usually very contagious. right now, she’s ignoring all the crumbs he’s dropping on the floor. only dom can get away with that.

suddenly, dom’s eyes lit up as if he just thought of the best idea ever. with a quiet giggle, he took his phone out and played a song which he deemed fit for this particular occasion.

“tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening, and it sounds just like a song…”

“dominic! a song about oral, really? you’re being cheeky and naughty. i just wanna get high and chill with you.”

“it’s called watermelon sugar high. i thought it’s about getting high?” dominic  smirked.

“…sure you did.”

to her surprise, he pulled her body close to his and laid his hands on each side of her hips. she laughed lightly, finding this gesture incredibly adorable. her head rested against his chest and they both swayed to the music, their giggles started to become uncontrollable.

“i’m assuming they’re kicking in?” y/n asked, which only led to even more cute giggles.

“i just wanna taste it, i just wanna taste  it…”

“you always sound so beautiful whenever i’m tasting you, honestly.” apparently, weed gives dominic an extra boost of confidence, making y/n blush redder than a watermelon. she buries her head into his chest, her heart beating faster by the second. she can't tell if it's because of dom or the alcohol. probably both.

“awh you're getting shy and quiet now? you weren't so quiet when my face was buried deep in your pussy, begging for me not to stop. can't say you were shy, either.”

her jaw drops. she looks up at him and that little shit lets out a cute giggle, as if he didn't just get her wet with one simple sentence. however, the brownies are affecting her too, and as soon as she sees his adorable face, she couldn't help but let out a few more giggles.

“don't underestimate a woman who's high as fuck, dom...”

“wanna bet? the first one to make noises loses.” dominic raises his eyebrow, eager to play this little game with her.

“and what if I lose?” she asks, biting her lip as an attempt to contain her unnecessary giggles.

“... the things i'd do to that pretty mouth.”

fuck. with that, dominic kisses her forehead and picks y/n up. she wraps her legs around his waist. this cute gesture elicits a little laugh from y/n, which is quickly silenced as she placed her own hand over her mouth. he rolls his gorgeous green eyes at her. it's literally been only a few seconds and she's already failing.

he drops her on the sofa, his hair tickling her forehead. he has this look on his face, a look of pure determination. he's always been competitive, let alone with these nice additions of weed and sex. and she's just as determined.

he pulls her tee up and attacks her nipples. sucking, tugging, biting, anything to trigger a sound from her. she pulls onto his hair and clenches her thighs together, desperate for a sense of relief yet not ready to back down. the slightest sign of her success annoys dominic, so he pulls her hands out of his hair and pin her wrists down. then, he licks one broad stripe up from her navel to her breasts, causing y/n to squirm.

“hey that's ticklish! it's cheating!”

“shh, no sounds remember? this is already strike two, don't let it get to strike three.” he puts his finger against her lips, emphasising his point. she bites down and sucks his finger, locking eye contact with dominic who releases a small quiet moan. the slight noise coming from him gives her immense pride, and her face lit up, trying her best to contain her proud giggles. honestly, dom gets distracted by her smile and he places a soft peck on her cheek. this soft mood fades rather quickly as he pulls her panties down and sucks on her clit, without any warning. he's doing everything he can to make her feel so good to the point that she cannot remain quiet. his large hands grip her hips, holding her down and his tongue teases her hole. dominic is also finding it difficult to hold himself back as he collects her juices with his tongue, realising how wet she got from this little challenge. his thumb is playing with her clit, tracing tight little circles, and his tongue is deep inside her, fucking her as deep and quick as he can. 

unfortunately for him, he's not hearing any sounds coming from her yet so he looks up to see her. he's in awe, and so is she. her back is arched, one hand is in her messy hair and the other hand is in her mouth, biting it down in hopes to quiet herself. her face is glistening from the thin layer of sweat, and her cheeks look incredibly heated. her eyes are squeezed shut, but she opens them at the loss of contact on her clit. she sees dominic; his chin already full of her juices, eyes full of lust, as he bites his lips down, unable to contain his huge grin.

“you told me not to underestimate you, so show me that you can do it without any help.” dom teases, as he takes both her wrists and locks them together on her stomach with his large hand. she whimpers, realising that she is not going to be able to remain completely silent.

“strike three.”

her eyes widened upon the realisation that he heard her, and dominic could easily stop at any time. she looks at him with the most pleading innocent eyes, urging him to continue without any verbal comments.

“you're lucky you're beautiful, ya know?”

and that was the last sentence that could be easily heard from dominic. the rest of the night was full of her loud and indeed beautiful moans, as dom got even more high on her watermelon sugar.

[violetmuses]

Grey || Chapter 1

2023

Helmut Zemo

Scheisse!

I’d forgotten that some electronic devices would have spotty reception during this flight to Madripoor, but another part of me cursed once more for attempting to contact someone in particular. Several decades passed since I’d last seen her in and I knew better than to act as if she’d listen to me, especially since my imprisonment.

“Did something in your plan go awry?” James probed, sitting across from me without closing too much space between us both. Meanwhile, Sam perched himself into one chair of the opposite aisle, sitting alone.

“No, James, but I appreciate your concern regarding the mission.” I tucked away the small burner phone, hoping that he would not ask many other questions before we landed. We shared silence, but prompted gratefulness to reach my thoughts.

Only I knew the truth.

______

“Got word from high. You ain’t welcome here.” This bearded guard addressed me minutes after we reached Madripoor. By now, I’d entered the Brass Monkey Saloon with James and Sam, planning to contact Selby then after. This bar also lined with decor that would’ve reminded children of Halloween as skulls perched in all corners.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if you insist, either come and talk to me or bring Selby for a chat.” Facing that guard, I motioned my gloved hand between him and James, showing authority I’d held by noting current placement of the Winter Soldier. Meanwhile, Sam, dressed in his red-brown suit, remained silent.

“The Power Broker, really?” James eyed me without much emotion whilst asking his brief question.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray that we stay under his radar.” I remarked, keeping my voice low amid the presence of others.

“Do you know him?” Sam countered, leaning as well.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor, he’s judge, jury, and executioner.” I continued, acknowledging how influential The Power Broker had been.

“ Зимний солдат, атака.” A different patron of the bar had lurked nearby, but dared to touch my shoulder. In turn, I uttered Russian, signaling the need for James to attack. Voices of shock and surprise had filled the area, adding noise.

“What is going on?” Sam questioned me moments later. Across the room, James then turned the earlier patron’s arm and inflicted more pain to others almost immediately afterwards. Here, we won, earning slight notice in the venue now.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” I uttered to Sam , shoving another guest of the bar towards this fray. As long as we kept up notice here, there wouldn’t be problems, no matter how much people recorded with their phones.

“Shit.” Sam mumbled in return moments later, watching as various people aimed their guns or readied other weapons to defend against us. Meanwhile, James had now clutched his brace around someone’s throat, holding him near the bar counter.

“Stay in character before the whole bar turns on us…Молодец, Солдат.” I reminded James and Sam, keeping my warning quick as Sam peered. I then spoke in Russian once more and turned to face James, still encouraging him as The Winter Soldier.

“Selby will see you now.” The Bartender acknowledged what happened and permitted our entrance towards Selby. Meanwhile, that poor and seemingly helpless victim of James slipped off the bar with this large thud, coughing.

“Thank you.” I said, quickly leaving as Sam and James began to trail behind me. At least we could leave this bar alive.

______

“You should know Baron, people don’t just come into my bar and start making demands.” Selby lounged on her favorite sofa once more, resting her arm onto its backend.

“Not a demand, an offer.” I sat down in one of the adjacent armchairs. Both James and Sam cornered themselves to stand in the room, not bothering to act comfortable while staying in character.

“A lot has changed since you were here last. By the way, I thought you were rotting in a German prison. How did you escape?” Selby remarked back, noting my current presence and freedom away from those claustrophobic walls.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” I smirked, emitting feigned arrogance to keep us alive just a bit longer. There was no other choice. Once again, I knew much better to give us away, especially now.

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger. What’s the offer?” Selby bravely purred in the direction of Sam, gesturing her hands to imitate the ferocious cat of his alias-namesake. Yet, her eyes faced me, asking to describe the purpose of our visit.

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum and I will give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want” I stood up from the armchair and lurked to James, momentarily baiting Selby here.

“Now, that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you or want or thank or condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the Serum, but things didn’t go as planned.” Selby almost plastered her wickedly famous smile whilst I then sat back down in the posh armchair and listened to this extremely significant information. James and Sam were once again quiet.

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” I asked, lifting one of my gloved fingers to emphasize the question itself.

“The breadcrumbs you can have for free, but the bakery’s gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Selby rose from her sofa and gestured to me. I could only imagine what else had to be done.

Just when I planned to respond, Sam's cell phone buzzed out loud. My thoughts now raced with anger as we all glanced around the room. Selby’s guards had departed the nearby shadows and lifted weapons, planning to attack, of course.

After Selby demanded for the call to go on speaker, we heard Sam’s sister, Sarah. This clueless and innocent woman did not realize our mission in the slightest. As Sam and Sarah bickered to and fro, I froze, eying nothing but the farthest wall.

“Sam, let me call you back.” It was not long before Sarah had acknowledged Sam by name, ruining our cover during this mission immediately. Even James had nearly lost his own composure, for good reason.

“Sam, who’s Sam? Kill them!” Selby glanced around, realizing that we were all imposters now. Just moments later, however, this singular gunshot pierced through the glass of a nearby window, ending Selby’s life without fail. Accurate, perfect.

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” Sam huffed. Between gunshots, guards in the room aimed to put up a fight with us. James and Sam defend themselves as I rose from the armchair and cornered us all, lifting my hands when Sam had addressed me.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” I breathed to respond quickly. Outside the bar, cell phones chimed, pinging a bounty message. A reward would be given to anyone who found Selby’s killers.

______

“Deactivate your hustle mode because you sell fake Monet pieces.” Sam wasn’t convinced that Sharon Carter kept such exquisite artwork in this high-rise. James and Sam were moving around, eyeing the property as others would keep sight.

“No, she means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet, Van Gogh, classics.” I recalled more information, but paused midway through my own acknowledgements… Sharon, James and Sam still conversed, but left me alone.

At that moment, I cornered to take out my burner phone, hoping to see if a call would actually go through. At least I could rid this device if need be, otherwise the digital exchange would be found by others. Blue and white lighting of the room kept me hidden to an extent.

Placing the phone against my ear, I watched as Sam and James kept chatting with one another. Sharon looked uninterested, but annoyed all at once. Meanwhile, I listened as three dialing rings filled my ears. I’d waited too long for this moment.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dionne Charles. I’m sorry for missing your call, but if you leave a message after the tone, I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks and have a great day.”

There it was. Somehow, her sweet voice hadn’t aged in the decades that passed since we first met. I shut both eyes, immediately remembering the pretty smile that always hid whenever she sipped from those champagne flutes after the auction.

Before I could dare to clear my throat and leave a message, Sam caught me off guard.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night to use your phone or change into different clothes? Sharon’s got clients visiting soon.” Before I could dare to clear my throat and leave a message, Sam caught me off guard.

“Apologises.” Facing Sam in return, I tucked away my phone once more, heading towards one of the last guest rooms located here to switch my current attire.

Tonight would show a great reprieve until the next hurdle came along.

[plus-ultra-oneshots]

Rainfall {BakugouXFemale!Reader}

Rainfall

BakugouXFemale!Reader Oneshot

"So rude....."

.:+:.

"...Bakugou?"

Your voice came out a little softer than you intended, but you were surprised to catch sight of the blonde a little further up the nearly empty street from you. Incredibly surprised actually, this wasn't anywhere near UA, and it was the weekend, so your projected likelihood of running into anyone from school had been small to nonexistent. Plus, this place was pretty out of the way, sitting on the edge of the city and almost rural compared to the rest of everything else.

You'd just stepped out of a bookstore and onto the street, putting the new book you'd bought away in the small bag hanging from your shoulder. The sky was a dreary grey overhead and the air filled with a stiff breeze that washed against your face the instant you stepped outside, making you involuntarily shiver at the chill. The scent of water on the air was enough to tell you it would be raining soon, and you were in the midst of making a mental note to hurry back home when your eyes landed on the familiar blonde.

You half-halted through the step you had started taking down the street when you saw him. He was standing on the edge of the sidewalk with one hand in his pocket and the other holding on to his phone as he tapped his thumb against the screen- typing something you would have to guess. He seemed oblivious or uncaring of the world around him until you said his name, and when he looked up to see who had said it he looked nothing but annoyed, before the expression lost a small fraction of that annoyance when he saw it was you.

"Eh? What the hell are you doing here?" He asked lowly as you cleared the small distance between you two. You came to a slow stop as he turned to face you all the way, his hand and his phone with it falling in his pants pocket and regarding you rather suspiciously. It was a less than friendly greeting, and that irked you just a bit.

Rude...

"I came to get a book." You replied lowly, your head tilting at him in question. "But why are you all the way out here? You don't live near here, do you?"

"Tch, what's it to you?" He grumbled, your jaw clenched slightly as you forced a silent, slightly calming breath.

You and Bakugou weren't exactly the most familiar of acquaintances. You'd only ever really met one another when you were both in the Sports Festival held at school. And even then, that 'meeting' had been little but you and him going at it in the start of the first event... You know, the one where everyone had been racing to get across the finish line in good time, in order to pass to the second event.

There'd been some heated words exchanged before it ever even started, and he proved quickly that he could piss you off to no end... He seemed good at doing that with everyone, actually. From what you'd seen of him, and how quickly he blew up when you two butted heads- he was the king of all hotheads- and that was saying something coming from you.

You had your moments, but it seemed that his moments were pretty much all the time. Like literally all the time, and because of that there'd been a fair bit of snapping at one another when he said something along the lines of;

'Give up loser, you ain't got a chance! Rejects like you in Gen Ed should just quit now!'

Now the fact you'd been dumped in General Studies instead of getting into the Hero Course was already a sore subject for you. And that loudmouth, rude as all hell boy screaming it at you like that just made you so. Damn. Angry.

So naturally it set you off, and you'd both been arguing back and forth, and got damn near close to getting into an actual fist fight. Your sudden retaliation just seemed to fan the flames for his explosive (quite literal, actually) temper, and you'd have probably ended up coming to blows if the event hadn't started and you both dashed to get ahead.

To Bakugou's credit, he got third. And to your credit, you got eleventh. And only because that Ice and Fire guy from Bakugou's class had covered the ground in ice and you fell on your face- which had cost you some time, and subsequently- cost you a few ranks.

I hate ice... I hate anything cold really

You'd been on Shinso's team for the Calvary Battle, and you'd passed on to the Individual Battles portion. You'd managed to hit out that Kaminari kid quite easily, but you got thrown out by Ibara Shiozaki when you faced against her. So you never got the chance to go against Bakugou, as satisfying as it would have been.

(Satisfying, but it would have likely ended in a loss for you, even if you would never admit so out loud. Despite that though, at the time the idea of slamming your fist into his face had been quite appealing....)

"It's just a question." You replied lowly, your hands falling on your hips. He clicked his tongue, looking away from you with an aggravated huff.

"Hmph, the Old Hag left me here while she went to go shopping." He muttered, you blinked.

"... 'Old Hag'...?" You mumbled,

"My stupid mother." He replied and you stiffened.

"You call your mother 'Old Hag'? What is wrong with you?" You grumbled, a vein ticked in his forehead.

"Screw you! I'll call her whatever I like!" He snapped, you growled under your breath.

"Fine, fine- whatever. I'm not gonna waste my time arguing with you." You grumbled, cutting him off before he had real chance to get going. He seemed all the more irritated to be interrupted, but you kept going. "I take it she'll be back soon then? It's gonna rain ya know."

"You think I can't tell that myself?" He hissed, "And again- what's it to you?!"

"Just trying to be nice. But my efforts are clearly wasted on you." You deadpanned, eyes flashing as you waved a hand at him and moved to start walking away. You headed straight passed him and he whirled around, scowling.

"WHO THE HELL SAID YOU COULD LEAVE?! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"

You rolled your eyes, intent on keeping on walking, but you got halted when his hand snapped forward and grabbed hold of your wrist, stopping you.

"YOU HEAR ME, IDIOT?!" He snapped loudly and your jaw clenched, eyes flashing as you shot him a very annoyed glare and your hands balled into fists.

"I have a name, Bakugou. Learn to use it, before I smack you for calling me 'idiot'." you grumbled lowly, he grimaced at the reply and you snatched your hand back from his hold- and he let go, but not easily. You crossed your arms about your chest, returning the deadly stare he gave you with one of your own as silence suddenly stretched a bit too long between you... but only a bit before he huffed and looked away.

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want." He growled, you blinked, your eyes narrowing to slits.

"... You don't remember my name, do you?" You asked dryly,

"Fuck off!" He snapped hotly, and that was all the answer you needed. And if you were honest, you were not surprised.

"If you stopped acting like an ass for a minute, you could just ask. I'd be happy to tell you-" You muttered,

"I don't need to ask a damn thing!" He cut you off again and your fingernails dug into your palms.

"Oh really? Prove it then, what is my name?" You asked lowly,

"I'm not proving a damn thing to you, idiot!" He snapped hotly, and a vein ticked on your forehead at that- 'idiot'

"... Are you looking for a fight...?!" you hissed,

"You keep pissing me off, that's what'll happen- and I'll kick your ass!" He retorted, "Come at me loser, I'll wipe the floor with yo-!"

BOOM

Bakugou's voice got drowned out as the sky overhead suddenly rumbled, a flash of lightning arcing across the dark clouds and washing the world out in eerie yellow light. You couldn't help yourself and you jumped as the thunder rolled, your ears ringing with the deafening level of the noise that you felt in your bones, and your eyes reflecting the lightning as you glanced overhead. Bakugou shut up too, his mouth snapping closed and his red eyes narrowing at the sky as he growled. He looked none too pleased with the interruption, but his explosive agitation seemed to dim a little once he realized that the rain was soon to set-

Aaaaaaaaaand sure enough, you felt a cold drop of water splash against your nose, and it was quickly followed by many others. They felt like hundreds of icy bullets dotting against your skin, and it took little time at all before you felt the water seep into your hair and dampen your clothes- though not enough to soak through, fortunately... at least not yet. You tilted your head down to avoid the rain getting in your eyes, while simultaneously pulling your bag closer to you to try and shield it and the book you'd just bought from the rain.

"Lovely..." You muttered under your breath, one hand moving up to shield your eyes as you glanced toward Bakugou, and how unbothered he seemed to be by the rain. "Alright, look- I'm not fighting you, and I'm not staying out here if I don't need to, so I'm just gonna go home." You told him lowly, he blinked in surprise, but you were already moving to walk away. "Bye, Bakugou. Enjoy the rain while you wait for your mother." You called over your shoulder without actually looking at him, your steps hurried and purposeful as the rain continued on at a steady pace.

"Oi, wait a minute, (Y/N)."

His hand shot out to grab your wrist and halt you for the second time in the last few minutes, and your eyes widened in surprise at the sound of your name on his lips.

But I thought he didn't remember...?

You turned back toward him slowly, your expression showing your surprise rather clearly as he simply gave you nothing but a flat stare. His hold on your wrist remained firm and you didn't snatch your hand back like you had earlier, "... you actually remember my name?" You asked, he let out a sigh.

"Of course I fucking do, I never said I didn't." He replied a little tartly, your head tilted.

"... but you never said you did, either." You pointed out quietly, he frowned.

"Tch... yeah, well- whatever. It doesn't matter." He grumbled, he tilted his head in the direction you had attempted to go twice now. "You're headed that way, yeah?"

"... uh, yeah." You mumbled, "... my house is in that direction, so..."

"Fine. Then let's go." He said simply, letting your wrist go and stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets as he started in that direction, and left you behind as your feet refused to move under what shock and confusion rammed into you in the next minute. He paused after a few steps when he realized you had yet to move, and he cast a look back at you as he quirked a brow. "Are you coming, or what?"

You blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the rain and giving your mind a chance to catch up with the situation. "... wait a minute, what?" You hissed, "What are you doing..? I thought you were waiting for your mom?"

"She ran into some of her stupid friends and I'm not about to wait on her, so I'm walking back to my house." Bakugou told you lowly, looking annoyed with the situation- and the fact he had had to explain himself to you at all. "It's raining, you idiot. I'm not standing in it for longer than I have to. Are you coming, or not?" he asked again, firmer now as you jumped a little, hesitating for only a few seconds longer before your feet took you forward to follow him before your mind had a chance to decide.

"Uh, yeah.. sure..." You mumbled, he huffed.

"Then hurry up." He ordered sharply, turning again before you reached his shoulder and starting forward up the street as you hurried to keep pace with him. You shot him a glance from the side, biting the inside of your cheek and eyes narrowed in thought and against the continual fall of the rain all around.

"... your house is in this direction?" You asked after a little while of just walking,

"What a stupid question. Would I be walking this way if it wasn't?" He replied hotly, you grimaced at the rude reply- but maybe he had a point, not that you would admit it out loud.

But damn if this boy has a terrible attitude... ugh

"That's not what I meant, I'm just surprised you live around here." You muttered, he glanced at you from the side. "I didn't realize, this is pretty far away from UA. You'd have a long train ride to get to school everyday if you do live out here."

"You do too, yeah?" He grumbled, his eyes dropping closed in what seemed like exasperation. "And what do you mean, you 'didn't realize'? You must be some special kind of dumb, I've seen you on the train about half a dozen times since school started." He grumbled, you stiffened in surprise. He somehow seemed to sense your shock with the assertion, because he let out a slightly annoyed sigh and shook his head. "Geez... you're a moron."

Your cheeks puffed up in agitation though, wiping away all shock and surprise that came with the words as you shot him a dirty glare. "Why are you so god damn rude?!" You snapped,

"Why are you so oblivious?" He replied without skipping a beat, you growled.

"Well if you've seen me on the train to school, why haven't you ever said anything?!" You asked, rounding on him a bit and sending an array of water drops cascading off the ends of your hair. You both kept walking though, uncaring of the rain or the cold that came with it as you both got invested in the conversation. Bakugou turned his head toward you, eyes narrowed and almost confused.

"Eh? Why would I?" He deadpanned, your eye twitched.

"Oh I dunno, maybe cause it's the polite thing to do?!" You replied hotly, "We go to the same school, it'd be common courtesy to at least say 'hi' to someone you recognize on the train or wherever the hell else!" He clicked his tongue, looking away from you.

"Just because we go to the same school doesn't mean I've gotta be 'polite'." He grumbled, "Besides, you ain't even in the same class as me, let alone the same department. General Studies and the Hero Course practically puts us on completely different levels."

There it was- that thing that had hit a nerve the first time- the fact that you were in General Studies and not the Hero Course, and he threw it in your face, AGAIN.

"Would you QUIT?!" You yelled now, your voice ringing through the drone of the rain and over the empty street around you both. You stepped up and planted yourself right in front of him, fuming and eyes glittering as anger and frustration sent energy flowing through your body like a rushing river. His movement halted as you barred his path and he blinked, his eyes narrowing at you and quiet as you settled him with a steely, fiery stare.

"I might be in the General Studies class, but that does not mean you get to treat me, or anyone else from that department like trash! You do not get to call us worthless, and weak, and losers just because we didn't get dropped into the Hero Course like you! We work just as hard as the rest of you Hero Course assholes, and we have just as much to offer as you do! Quit acting like we're the lowest of the low just because of what class we're in!" You yelled at him furiously, fists clenched at your sides. "It doesn't matter what department I'm in, I am still a human being and I don't deserve to be treated like I'm worth less than you are! And that means you should be nice and polite to other students and say 'hi' to them on the train regardless of what class they are stuck in!"

Your hand swung up as you pointed an accusatory finger at him and Bakugou did what you did not expect. He just stood there, quiet, even as you snapped his head off.

"And don't forget that I made it farther than a lot of the Hero Course students back at the Sports Festival! So quit treating me like I'm not worth a damn, and acting like I'm just some weak little girl!" You hissed, scowling still as you waved a hand at him dismissively and started to move off without him, absolutely steaming as you headed into the rain with the intention of leaving the blonde far, far behind.

"WALK HOME BY YOURSELF!" You yelled as you stalked away, seething and teeth gritted as you stomped through the small puddles of rainwater and headed up along the street by yourself. You didn't dare look backward to see if Bakugou had moved, and if you did and you saw him- you weren't sure if you could keep your frustration bottled up enough now that you wouldn't start and all-out fight.

He just... he just really pissed you off!

UGGGGGHHHHHHHH!

HE'S SUCH A ROYAL PRAT! HE GOES AROUND ACTING LIKE HE'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYONE!

You headed away from the main street and took a shortcut through a park, the lights dimmed by the haze of water in the air and wavering as their reflections danced on the water-ridden cement path. You were grumbling under your breath an incessant string of curses and whatnot, uncaring of the world around you or the rain even, you were just too wound up. You weren't even really paying attention to where you were going, your feet were taking you toward home unconsciously. You veered down a fork in the path and headed toward a set of stairs that lead downward a bit, and eventually toward the exit of the park, your hand reached out for the railing.

"Oi! (Y/N)!" Bakugou's voice sounded behind you out of nowhere, and a vein ticked on your forehead.

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU, I TOLD YOU TO FUC-!" You snapped, your head turning as you looked over your shoulder to try and see him, only to have your words cut off abruptly when you felt your foot skid over the slick concrete. And the quick step backward to catch yourself met nothing but thin air.

S-shit...!

You quickly tried to grab the railing, but your hand never got far enough and you had a few split seconds of seeing Bakugou a good three dozen feet away, before you fell backward and promptly tumbled down the stairs. The top of your back slammed against the concrete once, and the rest of the way you rolled backward, before coming to a painful halt when your back hit the ground at the bottom of the steps with a agonizing, and very loud SPLASH.

There was a massive puddle of water awaiting you at the bottom of the flight of stairs, that (thankfully) only consisted of a few steps. The impact with the stairs and the ground was painful, but being plunged into a puddle full of water that nearly covered you all the way up to your ears when you landed on your back was a shocking, chilly sensation that snatched your breath away and had you completely drenched in the matter of a few seconds. You gasped as you hit the ground, pain racing through your spine and the back of your head before being overwhelmed by the icy sensation of the water.

For a few seconds you didn't even attempt to move, your eyes snapped shut as you grit your teeth and you felt the rain fall against your face, and the water you were more or less all the way submerged in frothed around you.

Owww... Oww... That really hurt... And now I'm soaked...! This... This sucks...!

I can't believe I fell down the stairs... UGHH...!

"Oi, (Y/N)! You alive down there?"

Bakugou's voice was a bit muffled through the water you were in, but you heard him anyway and lift your head up enough to see him paused at the top of the stairs you had just fallen down. He seemed to bite the inside of his cheek as he caught sight of you, and there was a single moment of silence between the two of you, before you let out and aggravated breath and your head dropped back into the water.

"... Alive? Yes..." you replied, loud enough so he would hear. Your lips pulled sourly as you growled. "... Happy? No... Soaked? Completely..." You muttered to yourself, laying a few more seconds in the puddle before forcing yourself to sit up, and hissing at the ache of pain throbbing through your back and spine. You grumbled to yourself as your hand moved up to push the wet tendrils of your hair out of your face. Not that it did much good, mind you. You were still soaked to no end, and you felt the chill of the moisture setting in quickly.

You heard Bakugou's feet as he moved slowly down the steps, and glanced up when he paused on the last one and right in front of the puddle you were sitting in. He just looked down at you with the most neutral expression anyone could have, his red eyes trailing over your form and taking in what a wet mess you looked like now.

"Quit looking at me like that." you huffed, he blinked.

"It's your own damn fault, you're the one that ran off like an idiot." He replied flatly, you shot him a glare.

"Once again, Bakugou- go away." You muttered coldly, "You're just pissing me off more than you already did, and I really don't wanna-"

"Shut up for a minute." He cut you off with ease and you bristled at the interruption. "You stormed off without giving me a chance to reply, and look what happened. Now since you've stopped running away from me, listen for once." He murmured, his hands in his jacket. He let out a slightly annoyed sigh and his eyes dropped closed, "I know you ain't some weak little girl who can't handle yourself. You weren't half bad at the Sports Festival.... and I really wasn't expecting anything... But you were better than I could have guessed."

You went rigid, your eyes widening in shock as the anger you felt disappeared in an instant.

I-I'm sorry... What...?!

"...tch... I lumped you in with the rest of everyone else because I figured you'd flunked out of the Hero Course. And that meant you didn't have any shred of what it takes to be a Pro, and that your Quirk was weak as hell too." He grumbled, his eyes trailing away from you and finding something that just... Wasn't you. Like he was refusing to look at you now...?

"... But you're not weak, and neither is your Quirk." he muttered, "And after seeing that you and that Brainwash Weirdo got stuck in Gen. Ed. regardless of that fact, I don't think all of the General Course students are weak either... Just some of them." Your eyes narrowed, "But that don't mean I think any of you aren't worth a damn." he added lowly, his eyes finally moving back to you as he grimaced a bit. You heard him let out a low growl of frustration and his eyes flashed, "And I don't say 'hi' to anybody." he muttered, his agitation igniting again by just a little bit. "I don't waste my time on that stupid 'polite' shit even with the losers in my class. So don't snap my head off for not sayin' it to you." A vein ticked on his forehead as he seemed to try and hold back the bulk of his annoyance and keep his voice to something that wasn't a yell. "Tch... You're such an idiot. You get worked up way too damn fast."

So do you!

You bit the inside of your cheek though and kept from saying it out loud. Your eyes glittered as you simply held him in your gaze, and silence suddenly fell between the both of you after he finished with what he had to say. And all of that was... Well, you hadn't expected that. At all. And not from him.

... It... It almost sort of sounds like... An apology...? You know, without actually saying 'I'm sorry'...?

For all intensive purposes Bakugou just seemed like an ass. Like an ass all the time, and you wouldn't have thought him capable of apologizing (sort of), or even admitting that you weren't weak. And you couldn't really fathom the idea that he didn't think you were weak, if you were being honest... All of this just sort of seemed to come out of nowhere. And despite all annoyance you held for him, and how quickly he worked you up and pissed you off, what he said just now- he seemed genuine about it. That part you couldn't ignore, even if you were still miffed.

...... Did I maybe... Jump the gun a little? And judge him too early..?

Honestly you hadn't really given him time to reply earlier when you snapped his head off and stormed away... So maybe you had.

Huh... Okay... This is all... unexpected...

You were so lost in your thoughts, that for a few minutes you didn't even care or notice that you were still sitting in the middle of that puddle- and the rain didn't hardly seem to exist at all. You just kept your eyes on the blonde and he looked right back, steady and silent. You wished you could figure out what was going through that head of his, but he was unreadable to you.

But what the hell were you even supposed to reply to all of that? You did your best to come up with some semblance of... Of something, but words failed you and you just sat there like an idiot.

When the silence dragged on too long Bakugou frowned, his brow quirking at you and his agitation starting to boil, slowly but surely. "Why the hell are you just sitting there?" He growled, you blinked.

"... I just... I don't know what I'm supposed to reply...?" You mumbled softly, he huffed.

"You don't have to 'reply' or say anything. I said what I wanted, now just leave it alone and don't brood about it." He growled lowly, his tone slightly scathing as you bit the inside of your cheek at it.

You stiffened though, a cold chill falling down your spine that soon radiated out toward the rest of your body, and you trembled, violently. A tremble followed soon after by more small, faint shakes born of the icy cold seeping deeper into your bones. Your teeth grit, sucking in a sharp breath of air and your hands moved up to instinctively hug yourself as you grumbled.

You remember mentioning you hated ice, and anything cold?

Well you were soaked all the way through, and the rain was anything but warm. You could literally feel your body temperature plummeting a few degrees every minute of being in that puddle, and you were quickly starting to shiver, despite not wanting to. "... Tch... This sucks..." You muttered sourly under your breath, slowly letting your arms unwind and preparing to push yourself up out of the puddle. Not that being out of it would do much good, since the rain was still pouring, but getting up had to help a little, right?

Your hands pressed down against the ground and you started to straighten up, before you got stopped by an irritated voice.

"Oi."

You glanced up in surprise, your eyes locking onto the hand that was suddenly extended toward you by Bakugou, who had moved closer and stepped into the puddle without you ever being aware. He caught you staring at his hand almost dumbfounded, and he clicked his tongue, frowning. "Hurry up. You're making me stay out in this stupid rain way longer than I want to." He muttered lowly, moving his hand forward toward you another inch or so in clear indication for you to take it. You hesitated a second longer, before reaching out and locking your hand with his. He pulled you up and on to your feet with the most ridiculous ease,

"... Thanks..." You mumbled quietly, he didn't even acknowledge it, or the fact you said anything. He moved and kept hold of your hand, pulling you behind him and both of you out from standing in the puddle before he let go again. You were trembling involuntarily still, biting the inside of both cheeks to keep your teeth from clacking- in the moment he let go of your hand you crossed your arms over your chest, ready to spend the walk home freezing to death... But in some ways the fact you had fallen at all was your fault.

I whipped around like an idiot on the edge of wet stairs... So I can't really complain...

You grimaced, forcing yourself to take in a low and slow breath as your shoulders hunched a bit. There was the unpleasant sensation of a drop of water from your hair falling down your back, and you shivered a bit harder.

... I have now decided that I hate rain... Probably better to hurry and get home so I don't catch a damn cold or something....

Your eyes dropped down to your bag to see if the book you'd bought was worse for wear from the dip in the water, and thankfully enough the inside of your bag was barely damp at best. In the time you were checking on your book, you didn't really register the small pause that came when Bakugou didn't automatically start walking, or wonder why he had paused at all. You were grumbling a string of curses in your head with little a care nor notice of the blonde before something warm dropped down over your head and shoulders out of nowhere. You stiffened, blinking rapidly to get a sense of what just happened and what it was that was on top of you- it...

... Uh... This is Bakugou's jacket...?

And sure enough you glanced back to him to see he had taken it off, leaving him in nothing but a t-shirt and his hands already stuffed in his pants pockets. He caught your questioning and confused gaze for only half a second, before huffing and pointedly looking away from you.

"... You look like a drowned rat, you're gonna freeze to death before we ever get halfway back. And I ain't dealing with you being slow." he muttered, his jaw clenching a bit. "So hurry up and put the damn thing on, then start walking." At his own order he started forward, and you had little time to stand there in shock before you quickly threaded your arms through the jacket and hurried after him.

"... Ah... But aren't you gonna get cold too...?" You asked, your eyes trailing along his back and the ridge of his shoulders.

"No." was the short reply, and you sighed slightly.

"... If you're sure..." You mumbled, and he seemed to stiffen ahead of you. He shot a glare over his shoulder, scowling.

"Of course I'm fucking sure, now drop it." he snapped lowly, you growled under your breath.

So stubborn...

"Didn't I say to hurry the hell up?!" He snapped again, and you bit back at the angry retort you had planned. Instead you just did as he said, and your steps quickened enough to bring you to his shoulder, the both of you walking in prickly silence for awhile. Your eyes shift sideways toward him, but his attention was locked on the path ahead and nothing else, with ever some sort of sour look on his face that seemed quite commonplace for him. But for the moment he seemed content to silence, and you gave in and just let your thoughts wander instead.

... 'I'm not weak and neither is my Quirk', huh...? Somehow I get the feeling any sort of compliment is rare from him... And giving me his jacket seems a little unlike him too.

... Maybe he feels bad for pissing me off...? And that ended up in me falling down the stairs...?

Your eyes traced along the faint scowl etched into his features, and your eyes flashed.

... I doubt it.

With a silent sigh you shook your head at yourself, your hands burying themselves in the pockets of Bakugou's jacket and shivering less now. It was warmer with it on and the rain wasn't getting through the fabric to soak you further.

"... thank you for your jacket, Baukgou... and about what you said." You murmured softly, breaking the silence between the both of you as you left the park behind. "... you're less of an ass than I thought. So thank you, really." You saw his steps jerk slightly from the corner of your eye and glanced over toward him to see if he'd tripped or something. Your eyes widened when you saw his face flushed, his cheeks a shade of pink and looking disgruntled as all hell- woah, woah, wait a minute!

Is he... he's blushing..?!

Your jaw dropped in sheer surprise and he shot you a flustered glare, fuming now and still red in the face. "I told you not to say anything and drop it, damn it!" He snapped hotly, you blinked, your lips twitching at the corners despite yourself as you stared.

He's embarrassed! Oh my god!

You couldn't keep yourself together any longer and you laughed, and he looked ready to blow a gasket at the sudden change in attitude.

"QUIT LAUGHING DAMN IT!"

"Hehe, what's the matter Bakugou? Can't you handle someone saying thank you?" You hummed, his teeth ground down on each other in animation.

"SHUT UP!"

"But why? Are you always just too much of an ass that people never actually say thank you?"

"I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T SHUT IT-"

"Okay, okay.... calm down a little. Hehe..."

It'd taken a few more minutes for you to quit laughing, and he seemed incredibly annoyed with it- though the blushing barely died down until long after you'd both fallen into sheer quiet. It wasn't much a tense quiet though... it was content, somehow. Which was the biggest surprise of all maybe. Both you and Bakugou seemed to find some even ground between you two, and even if you were still cold, the walk home wasn't terrible, and in some weird way it was almost calming to have him at your shoulder near the whole way.

At the crossroads where you split off to go in your own directions, you attempted to give him his jacket back, but he clicked his tongue and turned his back on you. "Just give it back at school." He ordered sharply, before promptly walking off and disappearing around a corner. You watched him go all the way with a small smile gracing your lips, your eyes glittering in the dim and the grey of the rain.

He's so damn stubborn.... heh~

But you let it be and went home, shedding his jacket off your shoulders and washing it. And the next day as you stepped on to the train to take to school, the jacket folded under your arm- you'd barely managed to find a spot to stand before someone stopped at your shoulder out of nowhere, and you glanced left to see a certain hotheaded blonde boy. You hadn't even seen him when you got on the train, but he had apparently seen you... and the first thing he did was place himself at your shoulder in sheer, stony silence.

He didn't say hi, but he at least acknowledged your existence, and that was maybe more than you could ask for from him. So you smirked to yourself and called his attention to you by handing the jacket over, and he did little else but huff and take it from you to tuck it under his arm and let his eyes fall on the window and not you- not even once.

"Thank you again." You hummed softly, he frowned.

"...Tch..... whatever. Just drop it already, loser."

This time the insult didn't have the same ire behind it, and there was no rush of anger and annoyance that burned inside of you when he said it. In fact it had near the opposite effect than it had been having- and your lips pulled further into an amused smile. You caught a faint glimpse of his face for a small second, before he turned it a little to keep you from looking.

He looks like he's blushing again... just a little.

But you said nothing of it and let your eyes find the window his own had fallen upon. You let out a small sigh and shook your head, your voice filling with exasperation- though only just.

"So rude..."

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Stuck With You

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Neighbour AU

Summary: Unfortunately, you can’t choose your neighbors. If you could, you would have exchanged the neighbor above you a long time ago. If on top of that, you suddenly get stuck with him in a confined space, Friday night could only get better.

Warnings: Angst, panic attacks, mentions of claustrophobia and agoraphobia

Word Count: 4.3K

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Your gaze glided up to the ceiling and you could not suppress the annoyed sigh. A few seconds earlier you had flinched again at the loud noise above you. With a click of your tongue you pulled the sleeve of your sweater over your fingertips and wiped up the small puddle of tea that you had spilled on the desk in surprise.

Every day it was the same. You didn’t know what your neighbour was doing above you in his apartment, but sometimes you had the feeling that a herd of elephants was testing how high they could jump, only to come back down loudly on the floor.

The thought wasn’t even that far-fetched. You couldn’t imagine that a single person could be that loud. But you were proven wrong day in, day out. 

Bang!

There it was again. What on earth was he doing on a Thursday at just before midnight? If he was at least loud at normal hours, it wouldn’t bother you half as much. You were out most of the time anyway, but when you came home in the evening, you just wanted to have your peace.

Peace and quiet you haven’t had for about half a year, because at that time the nice older lady had moved out to move into assisted living. Her replacement was a young man, with whom you had already had to deal with several times.

Most of the time your encounters consisted of you going upstairs after a few hours of being annoyed and knocking on his door to complain. At first you had tried the nice way. He probably didn’t know how poorly soundproofed the walls in this house were and he didn’t realize that you could hear everything he was doing in his apartment.

You remembered that he had apologized directly and had been really surprised. On the way back down to your apartment you had even thought that you might ask him for a date. To be honest, you were surprised how handsome he had been when he opened the door.

That euphoria had lasted until the very next evening. It was like you’d never been up there. For a moment you even wondered if you’d imagined talking to him. But you didn’t see the point of trying to have another conversation with him not even twenty-four hours later. At that time, you still had the hope that he would at least respect the rest periods. Now you laughed at your own naivety.

He had not even told you what was so important that he had to do it half the night. Actually you didn’t care either, but at some point you started to make up your own explanation. You hoped very much that you were wrong and that there was neither a serial killer living above you who buried his bodies in the walls nor a fanatic who had to move his furniture around every night. Nor the herd of elephants your neighbor only let out of their cages at night.

Although, of the three, the fanatical furniture lover was your preferred choice…

You did not understand how some people were so inconsiderate and apparently assumed to be alone in this world. At some point you had stopped counting how many times you had been up there and had given up. If he still didn’t understand it on the fifth, sixth, seventh time, he wouldn’t suddenly show insight on the eighth time. 

But he had always been very nice, you had to give him credit for that. Yet you were just annoyed by him. Your gaze glided to the small display in the corner of your monitor and you had to sigh. 

12:10. And probably still no peace in sight. No sooner had this thought shot into your head than it rumbled over you again. Oh, maybe your neighbor had a problem with a poltergeist, too. 

You shook your head once briefly to dispel this thought and tried to clear your mind. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in and out. Inhale, exhale–

Bang!

That’s enough. Enough was enough. You got up from your desk and put on your old sneakers, which you could just slip into without opening your shoelaces. Before you left the apartment, you took a quick look in the big mirror in the hall. Not particularly charming, but presentable. After all, you had already made yourself ready for bed and only wanted to watch one episode of your favourite TV show.

With tired steps you trudged the few steps to the floor above you and came to a halt at the door of your favourite neighbour. You knocked, and while you waited, you wondered if he could guess that you were at his door every time. Did you perhaps have a special way of knocking at the door by which he recognized you? Or was it simply because you were probably the only one in the house who complained to him about the noise?

A few seconds later you were still standing in front of a closed door, staring at the yellowed white of the wood. Funny, that was new, that he completely ignored you now. You tried knocking again and when nothing happened again after a short wait, you rang the bell. You breathed a sigh of relief when a moment later you heard footsteps in the apartment and the key turning in the lock. 

„Hey,” you greeted your neighbour, who already nodded at you, although you had hardly said anything.

“Let me guess, I was too loud again?” he said with a little smile and leaned against the door with one arm.

You just gave him back a small and quick smile.

“Okay, I’ll keep it down,” he placated you. Apparently, he saw that you weren’t in a joking mood today. “I promise, Y/N,” he added and gave you a big smile. Automatically your gaze glided to his eyes, which became cute little crescents when he laughed. 

You deleted the word cute directly from your vocabulary if it was related to your neighbour. That your heart made a little jump when he said your name, you also ignored skillfully.

“Then please stick with it, Jimin,” you told him. “It’s during the week and already after midnight. I have to get up early in the morning and I can’t sleep with all that noise.”

The smile on the young man’s face disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Okay, got it,” he said and nodded. You nodded goodbye to him once more and went back to your apartment. You knew that this silence would last ten, maybe twenty minutes at most. Maybe enough time to fall asleep if you gave up the episode of your series. 

When you fell into your bed a little later and it was still quiet, you were a little surprised, but you drifted off to sleep so quickly that you didn’t have time to worry about it.

The next morning you were more relaxed than you’d been in a long time. You didn’t know why, but you weren’t complaining. On the contrary, the day at your part-time job in the café went by so fast this time and when you went home you even had a lot of energy left. Despite the double shift your boss had put you on because Nathalie cancelled at the last minute. But you weren’t complaining about that either. You could use the extra money.

On the way home you got something to eat because you knew that you wouldn’t feel like cooking despite all that energy. You were looking forward to make yourself comfortable on your little couch and to end the evening with a nice movie and a glass of wine. 

With a slight jump in your walk you covered the last few meters to your apartment building and unlocked the door. Just a few more steps and you would be home and finally start your weekend. The elevator doors opened with a soft ‘ping’ and you stepped into the small room. With your free hand you pressed the button on floor 11, while the other hand clasped the two handles of the thin plastic bag tighter for fear of dropping the food so close to your destination.

The doors were about to slide shut again before a voice shouted “Wait!” from the hallway.

Quickly you pressed the button that made the doors slide open again and Jimin dashed into the elevator. He was a little out of breath when he thanked you. He leaned over to you and pressed the button on floor 12, and you couldn’t help but notice his stunning scent. God, how could anyone smell that good after such a long day?

But who knows, maybe he freshly got out of the shower and just took out the trash or something? That would at least explain why he could afford to be up so late.

Silently you stood next to each other while the elevator doors closed again and the elevator started moving. You didn’t know if you should say anything, and if so, what exactly. But what you could say for sure was that it was getting stuffier and stuffier in the small square room and the atmosphere became increasingly uncomfortable as the elevator went up.

Jimin cleared his throat next to you. “I’m really sorry I’m always so loud,” he apologized and your head shot in his direction in surprise. It was not the first time you saw Jimin in the hallway, but that he apologized so seriously was new.

“No problem, I know you’re not doing it on purpose,” you dismissed his apology with a gesture of your hand. But did you actually know that? You knew he was obviously sorry, or at least he claimed to be. However, that didn’t change the fact that he was still loud.

“I’m dancing,” blurted it out of him, and he looked at you with big eyes. “You can probably hear me practicing my choreography,” he continued as you looked at him questioningly. “I listen to the music mostly through Bluetooth headphones so I don’t disturb you with it and I try to be really quiet. But a lot of dance steps require a lot of energy–”

His explanation was abruptly interrupted when the elevator suddenly came to a halt with a loud crunch. You looked at the display above the buttons indicating the floor, but the red numbers only showed two letters: ER. Error. Great.

“Probably just a brief malfunction,” Jimin said after a short silence. “But perhaps we should still press the emergency button?”

You nodded and pressed the button with the yellow bell. Three seconds, as the instruction on the sign below explained. A loud ringing was heard, which only stopped when you removed your finger. A short crackling sound came from the loudspeaker, then only static was heard.

“Is that normal?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at Jimin.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I’ve never been stuck in an elevator before.” He also tried to press the button, but even with him, the loudspeaker only crunched and cracked and apparently no connection to the technician was made. “But I’m sure people will realize soon that the elevator doesn’t work.”

“I hope so,” you replied, sinking to the dirty ground. The fact that right in front of your feet was a dried-up puddle of indefinable liquid and a crumpled handkerchief was lying there, was of little interest to you at that moment. Your heart was racing and you felt the nausea rising inside you.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jimin asked anxiously and knelt down in front of you.

You wiped your sweaty hands on your jeans and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” That your voice sounded flat and thin, you hardly noticed. Your attention was on the silver walls of the elevator, which framed you from all sides. The glaring LED light blinded you and you squinted your eyes as you looked back down to the floor.

Jimin also sat down on the floor and leaned his back against the elevator wall next to you, so that you sat at right angles to each other. You had your legs pulled up and there wouldn’t even be enough room if you stretched them out like Jimin. In fact, the elevator was just big enough for him to stretch them out at all. His feet took up the full width of the elevator and already hit the opposite side.

“There’s nothing better to do on a Friday night,” Jimin joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “Were you planning on going out tonight to party or meet some friends?”

You were irritated by all his questions and his talk. You didn’t know why, but it made you even more nervous and overwhelmed you. “No,” you therefore answered succinctly, hoping that this would have settled the matter for Jimin.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to. “So you prefer to spend Friday nights in the comfort of your own home? Interesting,” he continued, raising one eyebrow. You didn’t even look at him, but smoothed the plastic on the handles, which were a little wrinkled from carrying and from the weight of the contents. It was as if you had tunnel vision, there was only the white of the plastic on the black of your jeans. Everything else you had blanked out.

“Did I do anything to you?” Jimin’s voice brought you back to the present. You winced and looked up. Jimin looked at you with a mixture of anger and insecurity. “I know I’m loud a lot, but I’ve apologized every time and explained to you why. I really try to be considerate and I have even accepted the fact that I am no longer the best in my class, because I can no longer practice as much. I don’t expect you to like me, but I thought we were both mature enough that we could talk neutrally. At least now that we’re both stuck in an elevator together.”

Jimin had finished his short tirade and you could only stare at him in confusion. “What?” you asked, dumbfounded. You felt like all your synapses in your head were just reconnecting. You didn’t know how to talk or form words or even whole sentences. You didn’t know how to breathe or how to swallow. The oppressive feeling in your chest was getting stronger and stronger and you felt like your heart was about to collapse as fast as it was beating.

“Are you really all right, Y/N? You’re really pale,” you heard Jimin’s voice, but it sounded far away. As if Jimin was no longer in the elevator and as if he had left you here alone. Alone with the fear of never leaving this square hell of metal again.

You felt warm hands on yours, and you flinched again. “Calm down, Y/N. It’s all right,” he spoke to you in a soft voice, but you still kept your eyes closed. You knew that if you opened them now the tears would just pour out of them.

Instead, you shook your head. It wouldn’t be all right if you were locked up here for hours, maybe even days. It felt like the air in the small room was getting even stickier and your breathing accelerated in an attempt to pump more oxygen into your lungs.

You felt a hand on your cheek trying to lift your head a little bit, but you felt like you were frozen, every muscle in your body tensed to the utmost.

“Y/N, please look at me,” you heard Jimin say and in all the confusion of thoughts and feelings, you felt his warm breath on your face. “Yes, just like that. I am here,” he said and only now did you realize that you had followed his request and opened your eyes.

Immediately the tears made their way down your cheeks and your upper body was shaken by sobs. “Shh,” Jimin tried to calm you down and gently stroked your cheeks to catch the tears.

“I-I have the f-feeling… t-to suffocate,” you somehow managed to get out and you were glad you had managed to explain your fear to Jimin. As calmly as he dealt with the whole situation, he didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of the situation, that you were really suffocating.

“Try to concentrate on your breathing,” he said, his hands still holding your face.

“I c-can’t,” you pushed out, squinting your eyes again.

“Yes, you can,” Jimin disagreed with you. “You’re breathing too much oxygen and hyperventilating. Here,” he explained to you and suddenly a hand was gone from your face. A moment later you felt it on your stomach. “You feel my hand, right?” You nodded. “Very good, now try to push it forward with your breathing.”

You exhaled once more before trying to push his hand forward the next time you inhaled. “Perfect, just like that,” he praised you and you continued to concentrate on his hand, which was lying on your stomach with a slight pressure. You repeated this a few times until you noticed how the haze seemed to lift from your head. Your heartbeat had also calmed down again.

Jimin kept his hand on your belly and as you opened your eyes carefully, you realized what position you and Jimin were in. He knelt right beside you while one hand gently stroked your cheek. His face was not even a hand’s length away from you and you could even see the slight stubble of his beard on his chin.

As your gaze fell back up, you took care not to stop at his full, pink lips, which he had opened slightly and which only invited you to press your lips onto them.

Wherever the oxygen had gone, your brain had apparently received too little of it. You cleared your throat once and turned your head to the side while you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Are you feeling better?” Jimin asked, releasing his hand from your cheek, and as you nodded, the hand on your belly also left its place. To your surprise, however, Jimin didn’t back off, but sat down right next to you so that your shoulders touched.

He reached out a hand to you and you were overwhelmed for a moment and didn’t know what to do with it. Jimin did not hesitate and took your free hand with his and interlocked your fingers. Only now did you notice that your other hand was still clutching the handles of the plastic bag. You loosened the grip a little bit and your fingers ached slightly.

“I used to have panic attacks a lot,” Jimin said softly and you looked up at him. His gaze was directed at something in front of him, as if he was remembering that time. “Unfortunately, most of the time, I had no one to help me get through them.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, squeezing his hand tenderly once. You could hardly express in words how grateful you were that Jimin had been with you and helped you. And also that he gave you so much support now. It was good to feel him beside you, to hold his hand.

He looked at you, and for a moment, everything was quiet. Only the buzzing of the LED lamps and the noise of the loudspeaker could be heard. Then he smiled at you. It was the smile you liked so much on him and it seemed as if there was only you. At least in that one moment.

“I’m glad I’m stuck here with you,” he confessed, eliciting a little laugh from you.

“I’m sure of it,” you returned ironically. “Who wouldn’t want to be stuck in a confined space with someone who immediately panics and starts crying?” You snorted. “And with someone who always gets upset at you because you’re too loud.”

Jimin nudged you with his shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You have a good right for silence and I’ll stick to the rest periods from now on,” he promised you, “I also saw an advertising from a small rehearsal room near here and from the free times, that would fit perfectly.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Really? But you don’t have to do that, Jimin. I don’t want you out late at night, and a rehearsal space like this must be super expensive…” You didn’t want to say it, but you felt guilty. Sure, you often get upset with him when he was loud and you could barely concentrate. But that didn’t make him a bad person. His reactions and actions in the last few minutes had proven the opposite.

Jimin dismissed your concerns with a wave of his hand. “The rehearsal space would actually be paid for by my university, and it’s not that much. I would only have it from late at night to early in the morning and I’m sure it would be empty otherwise. Not all dancers are so crazy and practice at night after they’ve practiced all day.” He threw you a quick smile. “And the room’s just down the street, so it doesn’t really get any more perfect than that.”

You gave a short, satisfied ‘Hm’ of yourself and pondered over your thoughts for a moment. “Thank you, Jimin,” you said, then looked up at him again. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.”

Jimin paused to think before answering, “You probably would have passed out and then woken up again at some point.”

“Thanks for the honest answer,” you laughed, then you punched him in the chest with your intertwined hands. “But this was the better alternative.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed with you and looked you in the eye again. Damn, it was like his lips were magnetic, the way your eyes were drawn to them. His eyes were such a dark brown that they almost blended with his pupils. Your eyes glided over his delicate nose and finally reached his full lips.

The lips on which a little grin now spread. You looked up again and there was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, too. You rolled your eyes and looked to the side again. You had hoped not to have been too obvious and to catch just a glimpse. Of course, Jimin had noticed it right away. How could he not, when you were sitting inches apart?

You were surprised when you felt a hand on your cheek that turned your head back in his direction. You looked at Jimin curiously, but then you saw his gaze wandering down as well, lying on your lips. The unspoken question was in the air and you answered it by leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

His full lips received you and immediately a feeling of warmth spread within you. “Do you want to keep clutching the bag,” Jimin muttered into the kiss, and you both had to laugh. 

“Sorry,” you said, released the handles and ran your fingers through his soft hair instead. His tongue ran tenderly over your lips and you willingly opened them. Jimin did not hesitate and explored your mouth with his tongue while he tried to pull you closer with his hand. You were more or less almost lying on top of him, your hands still clasped together while the others explored each other’s bodies. 

“God,” Jimin sighed as you took a short breath, “I’ve dreamed of this moment since the first time you stood at my door.”

“Is that why you were always so loud?” you returned with a grin, and Jimin returned it.

“You’ve seen right through me,” he said playfully. “By the way, in movies they always show that a kiss can also help you when hyperventilating.”

You raised one eyebrow skeptically. “You had the chance to test it earlier,” you gave back just as playfully and threw your leg over his legs so that you sat on his lap. “Do you think there are cameras installed here?”

“As if, have you looked at the building?” Jimin laughed. “The elevator doesn’t work, so I don’t think the landlord cares about cameras.”

“Good to know,” you whispered and pressed your lips demandingly on his again. A second later you both flinched when suddenly a loud noise filled the elevator. It took a moment before you identified the source. Your heads turned to the small loudspeaker from which the static noise could no longer be heard, but instead a dial tone, like a telephone.

A moment later, a friendly sounding female voice made its way to you in the elevator. “You have dialed the emergency number. Unfortunately we have only now been put through to you. What elevator are you in?”

Jimin had regained his composure more quickly and explained to the woman which street and which building you were in. She collected all the data she needed and promised to send a technician as soon as possible.

“How long will that take?” Jimin asked. 

The woman on the other end of the line was quiet for a moment, as if she was sorry to deliver the message. “It will take at least an hour for the technician to get to you. On top of that, there’s the time it takes them to see exactly what’s wrong with the elevator so they can let you out. But it shouldn’t take longer than two hours,” she explained.

“Okay, great, thanks a lot,” Jimin said goodbye, and shortly after that, a crackling sound could be heard before the old familiar static noise took over again.

Your eyes fell on Jimin, who grinned at you. “What?” you asked and could not help smiling.

“Then we’ll have at least an hour to ourselves,” he said, and wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer and press his lips back onto yours.

Hi! I hope you enjoyed this little short story! To be honest, I’m finding it very hard to find anything good in my stories right now. I know that I’m a very self-critical person, but at the moment it’s getting a bit out of hand. So if you wonder why I publish so few new stories - that’s the reason (the same is true for chapter 17 of A Thousand Springs). Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed the story and have a nice rest of the week! ♥️

[chamomilekat]

akekita week day 1: Halloween

word count: 1800~

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He’d only stopped by to get a cup of coffee and maybe to ask Akira if they were going to explore the palace soon. But he’d stepped inside, took one look at the orange and black decorations, the surprise on Futuba’s and Akira’s faces and realized he’d...interrupted. A party. The beginnings of one anyways. One he wasn’t wanted at nor one that he wanted to be at. So Akechi had smiled and brushed it off, said the coffee could wait, so sorry to interrupt and...and then Akira had forced him to stay. That damned cat had even chimed in.

The others had left to get snacks, they’d be back soon Futuba had muttered. And then Akira had shoved a cup of punch into his hands and told him to taste. There was no escaping after that. Akechi barely managed to slink behind the counter and hide himself by the fridge. It...worked. For the most part. The others had returned, glanced at him and then proceeded to ignore him as best they could. Dressed in costumes, laughing and happy and...Akechi stuck to his corner and drank his fill of punch.

He would stay until he could leave.

Akechi did not want to be here.

They didn’t want him here.

Then Futuba said something about starting the show and held up her laptop. Everyone had been dragged up stairs for a scary movie marathon. Akechi had /tried/ to beg it off- he had work, it was getting late, homework- but Akira had insisted and...that had been that. He was the last one up.

Someone- Akira or Ann, Akechi had narrowed it to those two- had dropped a witch’s hat on his head as he’d stepped up the last corner of the stairs. Akechi /thought/ about dropping it, tossing it to the side in a noticeably annoyed manner so they knew exactly what he thought of this whole thing but…well it helped him blend in a little. Everyone else was wearing full costumes, the least he could do was wear the stupid hat.

Everyone continued ignoring him. They pulled from the pile of blankets and pillows on the small ‘couch’ and spread out in a semi-circle around the laptop on the ground. Akechi settled with a single pillow, dropping on top of it as far back as he could get. He had expected the others to let him continue to stay separate. But...that hadn’t been the case. Ann took one look and told him to get closer and so he’d shuffled up and sat far closer than he liked or expected. She shot him a smile and then turned back to the front.

At least there was candy. Within arm-reach of Ann and right in front of Akechi was a big bowl of...well...what looked like half a convenience store’s worth of candy. Like they couldn’t decide what to get and so went with everything. So...there was that. There was a loud shushing noise, the lights dimmed, everyone kept talking literally a second later and the movie started. On a...single laptop propped up on a box, speakers loud as they could go. Akechi could barely see it.

It was fine though. Akechi wasn’t here to watch the movie. He was here to bide his time until he could leave. Restraining the urge to sigh he grabbed a piece of candy and kept one eye on the film. And for the first few minutes it was fine. Up until the person next to him nudged his arm. Akechi managed not to flinch back- he would need to work on that, the high-fives were bad enough. He glanced over and Yusuke met his gaze and then flicked it pointedly to the candy. Easy enough to solve. Akechi flashed a smile and pulled the bowl further back so it rested between the two of them.

The delighted look Yusuke gave was...charming. An eager look as he began pawing through the choices. The artist had quite the presence so long as he didn’t open his mouth. And...admittedly sometimes when he did. Better interesting than whatever it was the others were. Akechi leaned back a little and turned his gaze back to the movie. It was...bad. Like... really fucking bad. Akechi felt his attention waning the longer it went on. The others in front began growing louder in their ‘critiques’ and laughing. It was obviously on purpose. Which was...it was...fine. Some of their opinions were...kind of funny.

His opinions weren’t wanted though, so he kept silent.

Boring. Annoying. Why was he here?

Akechi let himself fall all the way back, grabbing a second pillow from the side and getting comfortable. Once this shit was over, he could leave. There was no way Akira could keep him here. No way any of the others would keep him around either. Twisting his angle just a little, Akechi kept one eye on the screen and one eye on the candy bowl as he went through piece by piece, picking through for anything edible.

The exercise he’d get in the palace would make it okay if he had a few pieces, right? Dropping his choices on his stomach Akechi managed five before freezing as Yusuke dropped back as well. He blinked and Yusuke pointed as his own head- his...headband?

“Someone gave you Makoto’s hat.”

Oh.

Conversation, talking. He could do that.

“Yes,” Akechi flicked his gaze to the front, no one noticed them speaking yet, “I...believe it was Ann or Akira,” he offered, keeping his voice low.

“I see,” Yusuke had a pile of candy with him, “It suits you.”

Oh?

He tried offering a questioning noise, Yusuke ate a piece of candy. Maybe he hadn’t heard? Or...well...this was Yusuke, direct was best in any approach with him. “Why do you say that?” he asked.

There was a long stretch of silence, Yusuke chewing through another two pieces. Somewhere in the movie someone screamed and gurgled, dying. It...was it a difficult question? Or perhaps Akechi hadn’t been meant to ask further. Or maybe it was something cruel- witches, what did Akechi know about witches? They were burned at stakes weren’t they? That was certainly relevant to his current public image. Had he meant that? Should- ”Well...” Yusuke began carefully, stilling Akechi’s thoughts quickly.

“Thinking on it a certain way you have a magic about you. Using just your voice and charm you cast a spell upon every person you meet, directing and misdirecting as needed,” Yusuke talked with his hands, even laying on the floor his limbs attempted grandiose gestures smacking into the floor instead of waving about as he wanted, “the way you manage to make everyone think what you wish is a skill few posses. Fewer still have curated it to the degree you have. Why just-”

“Yusuke, quiet down!” someone hissed up front- Morgana it sounded like.

The barest of winces and Yusuke fell silent. Futuba said something that had everyone up front giggling. Akechi waited two minutes before speaking, “I must be a fairly poor spell caster if it’s so easily shrugged off,” he could play along.

“Not so,” Yusuke said after beat, “There’s more to it than that. Besides,” he looked thoughtful and was silent for...a long minute, “I’m...fairly certain you have Akira under your spell.”

Did he now? Akechi tugged the hat down, hiding his face. Something uneasy churning in his gut- guilt, anger, happiness, annoyance- who was Yusuke to say something like that. What did he know? If anyone was under any spell it was Akechi- no...a curse. Still...he breathed and let the feelings fade, focus on the here. He had a role to play. Had- oh, he could...

Akechi let the brim pop back up, smiling as coyly as he could, “Is that so? Does this mean I could cast a spell on you?” putting as much charisma as he could in it.

Yusuke was silent.

Staring and silent. For...too long, he wasn’t saying anything and this was...the noises of the others hadn’t stopped. Akechi’s smile dropped and he kept still, as the uncomfortable quiet ticked on. Had...had he overstepped? Fuck. Of course he had. The one time he tried to- what? Prove something? And if he’d messed this up over some- had it been a joke? No. Yes? He could pass it off as something if he just said literally anything. Just...open his mouth and- no what if - “Ghost.”

Akechi blinked, Yusuke was looking at the ceiling. “I- magic...doesn’t work on ghosts.”

Oh! His costume. Good, yes, they were still- this was- “Oh too bad,” Akechi smiled, and hoped the dark kept the edge of nervousness from showing, “I was curious to see what it’d do.”

Stupid- the words left his mouth and it was the same thing as before, too strong for...for what?

“Her color is...all wrong.”

Huh?

Yusuke cleared his throat, his cheeks were...that was a definite blush. He gestured to the laptop with his head, “Her...the way her character is...the...color is wrong,” he trailed into a muttering commentary of something.

Akechi looked at the movie. There was a pair of characters talking, one a woman the other a man and...well...certainly she didn’t have the best fashion sense. Why...had Yusuke brought it up? Up front Ryuji leaned over and said something to Futuba- she burst into snickers and nudged his arm. Oh. OH! Akechi covered his laugh as quickly as he could- how cute.

“Yes I see what you mean,” Akechi shot him a quick smile.

The joke, if it could be called that, had landed. Perhaps...Akechi let his tone turn conspiratorial, “Do you think she got tips from the teacher?”

Yusuke brightened immediately, head bobbing and he moved a little closer. Akechi allowed it. He was a little curious to see what Yusuke could come up with when he wasn’t trying to quickly and awkwardly change the subject. And as it turned out, quite a bit. Some of it going over his head- incredibly artsy references- and others Akechi just didn’t find funny. But...some of it landed. Akechi imagined his own comments went over similar but the ones that /did/ land were...it was...nice.

It was fun.

Akechi barely noticed until the movies credits began rolling. Until disappointed surged and he realized he was going to have to leave and- “Okay! Next movie! It’s a threesome~” Futuba cheered, sliding up quickly to swap films.

“That’s not what that’s called,” Makoto argued weakly.

“You leaving Akechi?”

He blinked, turned to where Akira was looking at him curiously over Ann. Akechi glanced over to Yusuke who smirked back at him, ‘spell’ he mouthed - Akechi snorted, covering it quickly, “Ah- no, I...one more won’t hurt,” he offered.

“Hush! Films starting! The opening’s actually good.”

“Doubtful,” Akechi muttered to Yusuke who hummed in agreement.

After this movie.

After this one he’d leave. For now Akechi would stay.

[dedicatedseeker]

Wedding 2

Continued from Wedding 1

A/N: @greekletters sent me a prompt days ago, and I finally finished it. After a few months of inactivity, I offer this continuation of an old prompt. I hope it was worth the wait and that everyone else who stumbles across this enjoys the ridiculousness. Also on ff and AO3.

That night after Blake let herself in to the apartment she shared with her engaged friend, she immediately proceeded to flop face down on the couch. After a very productive workday, she was exhausted. There was a limit to how much social interaction she could take in a day, although meeting a beautiful woman was certainly a bonus.

Smirking to herself after adjusting her position to face the ceiling, Blake thought back on everything that had happened earlier that day. Weiss Schnee was unlike anyone she had met before, and she was currently amused and intrigued by the other woman. There was a snort from the other side of the room, and Blake didn’t even bother to raise her head to face her roommate, who she suspected was laughing at another pun.

Blake’s view of the ceiling was suddenly blocked by a mane of blonde hair, the amused amethyst eyes of her roommate looking down at her. Frowning now, Blake had the sneaking suspicion that she was the subject of Yang’s amusement and slowly lifted a hand as to not draw the blonde’s attention. While Yang was still distracted, Blake flicked her nose, causing her to yelp and back away. Blake sat up with an impassive look on her face, which only caused Yang’s slight glare to gain intensity.

Stretching, Blake internally debated whether it was too late for a shower before a small chuckle broke through her train of thoughts. She glared at Yang, wondering what was so amusing before deciding not to ask. Yang chose to share her thoughts anyway. “I think today was the most productive day you’ve had at work yet, roomie.”

Blake stared at her roommate with narrowed eyes. Besides the fact that Yang was objectively wrong, she had a hunch that the statement was more of a segue to another point, something that made Blake feel uneasy inside. But why did she feel this way? It was an answer that Blake didn’t want to face, and she quickly stood up, prepared to run to the bathroom before the bulky blonde moved to block her.

Yang’s eyes seemed to bore into hers, searching for an answer Blake wasn’t ready-or didn’t want to give. They stood there facing each other, neither willing to back down until Yang spoke. But the teasing tone that Blake expected wasn’t present, instead replaced by something more sincere. “It was also the most fun I’ve ever seen you have on the job. Not that I’d really know, since I don’t go to work with you. But not even one complaint? Something or someone-“ Blake found that she couldn’t maintain eye contact anymore and swallowed nervously.

There were steady hands on her shoulders now, but Blake still refused to turn back. Yang continued on anyway, that soft voice making the next words burrow themselves in Blake’s mind. “...Must’ve made you distracted enough that I had to be the one to call and ask where you were for once. Hopefully in a good way?”

It took a few moments for Blake to gather her words enough to respond, and when she did, the voice that came out was softer than either of them had expected. “It was...she’s nice. Like you said, we did lose track of time, but that was just for work-“ Blake cut herself off suddenly, amber eyes widening in realization of what she had done before leaving. “I...I gave her my personal number.”

Before Yang could react with more than a gasp, a familiar ringing sound echoed throughout the apartment, and Blake stared at the scroll tossed on the couch earlier like it was cursed. If it was a work related call, then she wouldn’t have hesitated to answer, but the unknown number made her pause. As the ringing continued, she met Yang’s eyes again and found them watching her worriedly.

Blake knew that Yang only wanted what was best for her at the end of the day and smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. Judging by the raised eyebrows and hesitant thumbs up in response, she didn’t think she succeeded. The call ended then, bringing Blake’s attention back to the scroll, feeling a frown form before she could stop it.

“You wanna talk to her?” Yang asked, the question devoid of any teasing. It was only fair that Blake give a sincere response.

“I...I wouldn’t mind...just to talk though!” Blake clarified, rounding on her best friend and pointing a finger pointedly. Yang just raised her hands in a gesture of surrender before nodding.

“Got it. You know I just want what’s best for you, and I...” Yang hesitated before continuing, seeing no point in stopping now. This was worth being honest about. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s cause I’m about to get married, but I feel like you two can really have something special.”

Sighing, Blake just shook her head. She couldn’t-didn’t-want to think about anything more than friendship right now. Not after the last disastrous relationship.

Still, she was taught better than to just ignore someone. It was late though, so mistakes would have to be amended in the morning. Not that she’d admit to purposefully ignoring someone. Blake braced herself for Yang’s reaction to her words. “...I’ll call her in the morning. I’m tired.”

Yang was feeling too victorious to retaliate once Blake shoved her way into the bathroom, immediately locking the door. The barrier between them did nothing to mute the excited energy of her roommate, loud footsteps heading deeper into the apartment. There was no doubt in Blake’s mind that she’d be informing her fiancée of this development, and she could only hope that she wouldn’t regret this, desperately ignoring the excited pounding of her heart as she moved to start her nightly routine.

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When the first sensation of sunlight settled on her face, Blake immediately grimaced and turned over in her bed, ready to sleep in as she usually did when she didn’t hear an alarm. However, what she did hear was equally as loud. The familiar pulsing sounds of her roommate’s stereo were heard through the walls, and Blake got up, furiously pounding on the wall. They both knew that Yang only blasted her music when she wanted her up.

Sure enough, when Blake finally managed to drag herself out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, Yang was already leaning against the counter, fingers flying over her scroll’s screen. Breakfast had been set out on the table, likely made as a way of apologizing for the earlier noise. Blake could only sigh before she sat, shaking her head in exasperation. The meal was as good as expected, and Blake cleaned the dishes afterwards.

Once she was finished, she turned and faced Yang, who already had a smirk on her face. It was then that Blake noticed that her best friend was dressed to go out, motorcycle key already in hand. Not giving Blake a chance to say anything, Yang ran to the front door. “Have fun chatting with the princess! I’ll be out getting groceries, so you don’t have to worry about leaving today.” Yang was gone before Blake could utter a word.

Blinking at the closed door for a few moments, Blake finally realized how devious the blonde was and sighed. At least she was alone now, but the silence seemed overwhelming. Yang’s presence was always a lot to deal with, but at least she brought life to their bleak apartment. Plus, she really did want the best for Blake, and well...maybe it was time to meet someone new.

Blake certainly wasn’t the most social person, often preferring to stay in when she wasn’t working. She didn’t have many friends because of that before meeting her roommate, but now there was a nice social circle that she was a part of. However, she wasn’t the only one being introduced to people. Somehow, she had convinced Yang to attend the local book club’s opening night, where they both met Pyrrha.

Obviously, that worked out quite well for Yang, and of course it’d be while she was helping to plan their wedding that Blake would meet someone she was interested in...getting to know. If these events were in one of her romance novels, then she’d probably make a quip about how it all came full circle; this was real life though, so she had to actually take action. For a friendly chat, which was Blake’s justification for finally calling the unknown number from last night back and holding her breath as she waited for an answer.

After silently deliberating whether this would be the worst decision she’d ever make, there was shuffling from the other end before a groggy and slightly annoyed voice sharply spoke. “Is there a reason you wish to speak with me at such an unreasonable hour?” Blake stared at her scroll, where the time just changed to eight. She vowed vengeance on her roommate later, complete with creative curses but realized she made a grave error when the voice that definitely belonged to Weiss Schnee snapped at her. “Did you call merely to share your knowledge of swears-“

“No!” A pause. Blake liked to think that they were both caught off guard by the sudden outburst and continued before she could ruin this conversation before it even really started. “I mean, that’s not why I called...”

There was silence on the other end before a huff sounded, Weiss seemingly tired of waiting for more. “Then what was the purpose of this call?” Blake opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Now slightly panicking her lack of planning, she scanned her surroundings for something to say and spotted an opened letter on the kitchen counter.

“To discuss this month’s lease.” As soon as the words were said, Blake seriously contemplated ending the call.

“Miss Belladonna, you called me before noon, not knowing if I had work today, to discuss business?” There was a hint of what suspiciously sounded like disappointment beneath the agitation, but Blake couldn’t focus on that right now.

“Not business...or at least not entirely...?”

“Your uncertainty does not inspire confidence, Miss-“

“Blake. Just Blake, please. And this isn’t a business call. I wanted to ask...” Blake trailed off, multiple questions racing through her mind. Apparently, Weiss came to some sort of realization though, because her voice was more amused than annoyed when she replied.

“Well, that’s quite an interesting proposition to ask for...Blake. Several hours of conversation and you suddenly want me to move in with you? I suppose Yang informed you of my predicament...” As Weiss continued, Blake was too lost in her thoughts to listen. She wasn’t sure whether correcting the woman would be better or worse for this conversation. “...Would that be acceptable?”

“O-of course.”

“Truly? You have no objections to any of my rules?” Wait what? Well, might as roll with it.

“...You would be willing to move in with someone who you’ve only spoken to once before? Now who’s jumping into things?” Blake asked, making her way to the living room couch and relaxing. This wasn’t going at all how she expected, but she didn’t mind. Besides, goading Weiss was fun. The scoff she gave at the question made her smirk and gave her a bit more confidence to continue. “Besides, you called me first. I guess this is what you wanted all along.”

“Are you always so aggravating?”

“Only on days ending in y.”

“So every day. Wonderful...” Weiss sighed, her amusement slightly lessened now. But Blake knew she hadn’t managed to truly make her mad when she continued. “Why don’t we discuss details in person, if you’re sure?”

“Sounds good. We can grab tea-“

“Coffee.”

Blake paused then shook her head, resigning herself to a future living with another coffee lover. “Compromise. Water.” The laugh on the other end made her smile.

“The optimal location to meet would be somewhere that serves both then. I shall send you the address later.”

Blake hummed her agreement, not particularly caring one way or the other. Plus, she was curious about what places a woman like Weiss Schnee would frequent. “It’s a date.” Silence as the words sunk in.

Blake was about to hastily end the call, resigning herself to never leaving the apartment again before hearing a response. She could practically hear the smirk in Weiss’ voice. “...Very well. I hope you know what you’re getting into, Blake. I will see you in a few hours.”

No, she very well didn’t know what she was getting into, but she certainly wanted to try. Blake stared at the ceiling for a ceiling for a few moments, trying to process what exactly happened just now before hurriedly getting up. She felt the typical jitters before a first date, nervousness and excitement warring within her as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Maybe it was worth it to wake up early after all.

[holylulusworld]

Bad neighbors - Part 1

Summary: You move into the apartment next to Captain America. You should be happy having a hero living next to you - the only problem is – he’s an asshole.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Nick Fury, OMC Charles

Warnings: angst, language, noise complaints, arguments, love-hate relationship, tension, light smut, unprotected sex, nakedness, OOC Steve, Steve being a douche, mentions of stalking, slightly violence, implied smut

Bad neighbors - Masterlist

The first thing coming to your mind seeing Captain America is living right next to you was – fucking shit – jackpot, the golden boy in person is living next to you.

The next thing you thought – he’s a complete douche.

 A few weeks earlier…

Work was hell as always but today it was even more annoying being the new girl at the office. Your head is pounding, and your back is aching so you try to relax in your too hot apartment. A few moments after you came home you collapsed onto your coach wearing only a much too big shirt.

You are close to dozing off when it starts. It sounds like someone is smashing his whole apartment, so you listen carefully to realize someone is hitting a punching bag.

The vibrations let the picture frames on your walls fall to the ground and you can catch the picture of your mom just in time.

Captain America is training, and you don’t want to disturb him but your head is killing you right now so you grab your keys to walk toward his apartment.

Gently rapping your knuckles against his door, you wait for him to open it. Your lip trapped between your teeth you stare up at the tall man when he finally rips the door open.

“What can I do for you?” He grunts and you wonder. Is he always this unfriendly?

“Excuse me, Mr…I mean Captain Rogers. It’s just…you see. I don’t want to disturb your training and I understand you must train as a hero and all…but…could you just give me an hour or two of silence. Work was hell and my head is close to exploding…” His eyes narrow and his size is intimidating.

Shouldn’t Captain America make you feel safe?

“I need to train, and the landlord gave me his okay to do so. Any time of the day.” Steve mutters and you gulp at his harsh tone.

“I’m sorry but it’s just…maybe at least an hour?” You stammer but he shakes his head.

“I have a mission later. I need to train now…if you excuse me.”

“But other people live in this house too!”

“Listen, you are not silent either and I never said a word.”

“I’m loud? But I never listen to loud music or have a party. I keep my voice low when I’m on the phone and do not smash things around.” You say standing your ground against the tall man.

“Your heels…” He says motioning toward your bare feet.

“My heels? I don’t understand…”

“Every day you come home from work or a party and it goes…clack…clack…clack the whole time. Annoying.”

“I have to wear these shoes for work. I never realized they make such a noise.”

“See. You are loud – I’m loud. We are even.” Steve mutters slamming his door shut.

“Asshole…” You curse walking toward your apartment only to hear him slamming his fists even harder into the punching bag.

----

Days have passed and Steve didn’t stop being loud as fuck. To have a little revenge you are wearing your ‘loudest’ heels today to walk toward your apartment. Stomping your feet, you smile to yourself when his door flies open.

“Do you have to be that loud?” He barks and you turn around.

“I got no clue what you are talking about. I asked the landlord if it’s forbidden to wear certain shoes. He was laughing and said ‘no’. I would’ve been understanding, Mr. Rogers. I would’ve changed my shoes in my car to not disturb you. But you chose to treat me like a stupid child. I only asked you to give me an hour, so my head won’t kill me…you didn’t even listen.”

“Not my job…”

“Odd. Everyone tells me Captain America is always ready to help people. I didn’t want you to save me, I only ask for a moment of silence after a horrible day. Someone like you wouldn’t understand…forget it.” You whisper.

Before he can say anything you enter your apartment to slam the door shut. The next moment he starts slamming his fists into the bag and you roll your eyes. 

“Stupid child.”

----

Over the next weeks, it’s always the same. Steve is punching his bag and you make loud noises whenever he is silent.

It’s a war and you are going to win it.

Today you decided to wear some heavy boots to stomp him into the ground. Walking toward your apartment you can see Steve, or rather Captain loud as fuck waiting in front of your door.

“What do you want?” You mutter and he gives you a cocky grin. Handling you a piece of paper from your landlord he starts chuckling.

“It’s a warning.” Steve rasps and you glare up at the tall man. “Warning?” You ask looking at the piece of paper in his hands.

“I told the landlord you are disturbing me on purpose and this is a warning letter. Next time you will have to leave the apartment.” He says and you shake your head.

“You are one great hero. Threatening a woman trying to get her life back in line after…”

“After what?”

“I will not be loud again and bear your behavior until I can effort to move out. You win Captain America. I hope you have a party to celebrate you defeated someone already hitting the bottom.” You whisper opening your door to silently close it.

The tears start falling and you ignore his knocking – to hell with Captain America.

----

Weeks have passed and Steve started slamming his fists even louder into the punching bag to provoke you, but you never knocked at his door again.

You walk toward your apartment with bare feet to not make any noise. You can’t effort to move out again, so you try to not anger Captain America again.

You don’t know he’s watching you through his spyhole every time you pass his apartment.

He can see the fear all over your face and he feels like the worst person on earth.

----

Walking as fast as you can, always glancing over your shoulder you run toward your apartment. You completely forgot about your heels so you shriek when Steve rips his door open.

You are shaking, tears are running down your face. Fear. There is fear all over your face and you look over your shoulder once again.

“I’m sorry…I forgot to take them off…won’t happen again.” You sob but Steve shakes his head.

“What’s wrong? You are terrified.”

“Nothing…it’s nothing.” You whisper running toward your door to enter your apartment.

He found you once again…

----

You don’t leave your apartment or go to work without your gun in your purse. Today you had the feeling someone is following you again so you rush toward your apartment complex only to feel a hand grabbing your shoulder.

“I finally found you, Y/N.” Charles snickers but you can break free. Running into the building you sprint toward Steve’s apartment, knocking like insane you pray he’s home.

The door swings open and you start shaking even more. He’s angry but your only hope.

“Please, …he found me…I need help.” You sob and Steve shoves you into his apartment. The door closed he locks it to see you fall to the ground. The tears won’t stop falling as your whole body is trembling. “He found me…”

“Who found you?” Steve asks softly.

“My ex-boyfriend. Or rather my wannabe boyfriend. We had two dates and he scared me. He was creepy and I was afraid of him.”

“Come here,” Steve says carefully picking you up to place you onto his couch.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Captain. I didn’t know where else to go. I know you don’t like me…can you call the police for me?”

“Tell me everything about this guy.”

“I told him we can’t meet again. That we just don’t match. I was friendly, didn’t want to hurt his feeling by telling him I was terrified. I thought he got the message but then he started sending me flowers and stuff. First I thought – maybe he’s not a bad guy. Maybe I was wrong.”

“I guess you weren’t wrong,” Steve asks sitting down next to you. His hand gently strokes your back as you start talking again. “No, I wasn’t wrong…”

“What did he do?”

“He called me every day at least ten times. Came to my apartment, my parent's house, my working place. I was talking to a colleague, Matt. A few days later someone attacked Matt, broke his jaw. I knew it was him. I called the cops, telling them what happened…I tried everything to keep him away from me but one night he…broke into my apartment. Charles tried to…”

“I’m sorry.”

“I smashed a lamp into his face, and he ran away. I called the cops but surprise, his father was the commissioner, and nothing happened. The only thing I could do was quit the job I loved and leave my nice little apartment to start a new. I thought he would leave me alone, but he found me.”

“Is that the reason you were terrified last time?”

“I thought I saw him at my office.”

“And today?”

“He followed me to the front door, grabbed my jacket but I broke free and knocked at your door. I’m sorry for disturbing you…”

“Hey, just stay in my apartment and I’ll check if he’s still out there.”

“No, please. He will get mad.”

“I’m Captain America, doll. I don’t care if he gets mad.” Steve chuckles walking out of his apartment in his sweatpants and bare feet to look for your stalker.

----

“No one there and I’m sure he’s gone. How about I’ll accompany you to your apartment?”

“Okay. Thank you, Captain.” You whisper knowing he only wants to get rid of you. Charles is back…he won’t give up.

After you closed the door Steve sprints toward his apartment to call Tony. “I need you to get me all the information about Y/N Y/L/N. She had a stalker and I’m afraid he’s back. Can you send someone to have an eye on her while I’m on my mission?”

----

Another week has passed and as you feared someone started to send you flowers, cards…letters.

Steve is not around, he left a few days ago so you are on your own. The cops won’t help you so there’s no way out than staying in your apartment.

You called in sick and prefer to order food instead of leaving your home. He could be anywhere and strike anytime.

The fear is eating you alive.

The night came fast again and you lie in your bed when someone knocks at your door. After a few moments, he starts yelling and you know it’s Charles. Your phone in your hand you dial 911 but then you hear someone else yell. - Steve.

Looking through your spy hole you see Captain America moving one hand around Charles' throat. He’s dangerously glaring at the smaller man and his jaw is clenching.

With shaking hands, you open the door and Steve looks at you. “Go back into your apartment. I’ll handle this.” He says softly but you shake your head.

“I can call the cops.” You offer.

“Go back into your apartment. I already called someone. He will take care of this man.” Steve mutters.

“Okay.”

Your door closes behind you and Charles starts panicking. Steve didn’t call anyone.

“You lied.” Charles coughs.

“No. I called someone before you had the guts to come around. You see, this girl is mine. She doesn’t know it so far, but I care about her. Tonight, you will leave town and never come back or my friend will take care of you.” Steve chuckles.

“Friend?”

“This would be me.” Fury rumbles and Charles' eyes widen. Fury is known for letting people ‘disappear’.

“I’ll be good, I swear. She’s all yours, Captain.” Charles stammers.

“Good. Fury, make sure he leaves town.”

“I’m on it, Captain.”

----

After that night Charles never came around. You assume Steve took care of him by calling the cops or anything.

You wanted to thank him, but he was gone for a mission and after he came back he was cold like before. You forgot to take off your heels and he barked at you since then you avoid him like a plague.

Work was awful again and you have the urge to smash something. The way to your apartment seems to be much too long and you hate hearing Steve slamming his fists into the punching bag again.

You won’t find rest for a while, so you put your heels back on and stomp toward your apartment.

His door gets ripped open and you gulp at the sight. A half-naked Captain America shows you his chiseled torso. Sweat is running down his perfect body and you take a deep breath to not faint out. One hand brings his hair in order as he scans your appearance.

“You are someone who never learns. I guess I need to teach you a lesson.” Steve rasps and the next moment you find yourself pressed against the wall in his living room.

“Captain?” You ask.

“I think I need to show you how to behave.” He breathes his lips only inches from yours. Steve is careful, only brushing his soft pillows over yours. Your lips part and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss to a lip bruising, tongue snaking all-consuming kiss.

“Steve…” You whisper as he picks you up to carry you toward his bedroom.

----

Your hands claw to his back as he moves his hips at a maddening pace. It’s like you need to release all the tension of the last months. All the teasing and fighting was the foreplay for this moment.

The moment he pins you to his bed to have you in the way he wanted you from the moment he saw you for the first time. His cock thick and heavy, sliding into you fast and hard as you try to not drown into pleasure.

Rough, fast and needy your bodies melt into each other. There’s no tenderness but his lips claiming yours, almost too gentle.

Blue eyes watch you fall apart underneath him, sobbing, crying out in pleasure as the extasy hits your body like a freight train. Steve is not far behind to find his release. Your cries of his name push him off the cliff as he collapses on top of you.

“Steve… you’re freaking heavy.” You gasp and he chuckles against your skin. His head buried in your neck, lips nipping at the soft skin he ruts against you.

“I think you learned your lesson, but to be sure you should stay the night and maybe forever…” Steve whispers in your ear, still buried deep inside of you.

“Forever?”

“So, we can stop being bad neighbors and start being a couple.”

“I’m not a bad neighbor! It was you disturbing me, Captain Sexy.” You mutter and Steve starts grunting into your neck.

“Captain Sexy?”

“You know you are sexy and I was never a bad neighbor.”

“Baby, you are a bad neighbor! You were baking these delicious cupcakes for Mrs. Lang and never offered me one.”

“I was baking these cupcakes as she helped me, asshole.”

“Asshole…I think you need another lesson, doll.”

“I think you should learn to keep the noises low…”

“I will show you how I can keep the noise low,” Steve mutters and you feel him hardening again…

“Fuck!”

“No, swear words, young lady.”

-----

Half an hour and two orgasms later you lie onto Steve’s chest as someone aggressively knocks at his door. Wondering who might disturb your intimate moment he grabs his sweatpants to walk toward the door.

“What do you mean with loud?” Steve barks.

You can’t hear what the other person says but you see Steve flushing red for a moment but then he puffs his chest and a smirk appears on his face.

“I will be as loud as I want to with my girlfriend. She needed a good thoughtfully fuck. I’ve got no clue if you are bored or simply jealous but I’m going to give it to her good right now again. Be prepared for her lustful screams.” Steve barks slamming the door shut.

“Steve?” You gasp seeing the predatory look on his face.

“I guess we are going to be bad neighbors right now.” He chuckles and you let the blanket covering you fall to the ground.

“Count me in, bad neighbor…”

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