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Very glad Iâve never seen anyone seriously argue against kris/berdly. I mean out of all the ships to get upset at that seems the dumbest one to get your shorts in a twist about. But then again, Iâd rather not see any of the ships I like get argued against every 2 seconds especially if the arguments are the dumbest thing Iâve ever seen with my 2 sets of eyeballs. (which considering most of the ships i like/ship are the popular/popularish ones, this can be a hard task)
#zombvibes never shuts up#btw iâm not calling out anyone in particular#(i never am btw)#saying this because the last time i ranted about ships i got yelled at in my dms by someone i didnât even KNOW talked about ships#kinda bummed me out for a bit but i laughed it off after likeâŠa week or something#btw if the person is reading this right uhhh#1. i forgot your name sorry#2. hope youâre doing well and get a good nights sleep#and 3. I had NO CLUE what you were talking about#you were just verbally kicking the ass of a person who had no idea why they were getting their ass handed to them#couldâve went a little easy on me gosh⊠/lighthearted
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The Tragedy of Robin(s)
 After catching up on the most recent Batman stories, especially Batman vs Robin by Mark Waid and Knight Terrors by Joshua Williamson, Iâm seriously rethinking my whole impression of Damian Wayne. Not a secret, Iâd always considered him to be a little annoying gremlin who desperately needed both affection and a serious talking-to from his parents. He also lost the parent lottery, having to be sired by the two people least capable of either. Â
This whole text is pretty much my opinion based on what Iâve read so far and I havenât by any means read everything, so feel free to disagree, but remain polite about it.Â
Mommy issuesÂ
Yes, under all of Damianâs bravado, there is an unloved child. Because itâs really easy to forget that he is just a child, despite his neverending threatening to kick everybodyâs ass and often succeeding in that.Â
Talia is arguably worse than Bruce. From an early age, Damian was forced to prove himself because of some made-up empire he was probably going to inherit if his mommy dearest chose one day to give up the reigns. That and showing up occasionally to remind him that heâs not good enough is all Damian is getting from her.Â
That also explains the kidâs obsessive desire to inherit Batmanâs cape and cowl. In Batman vs Robin, that desire gets exploited by the forces of darkness, turning the kidâs dreams into actions. Something that conscious Damian is trying to fight.Â
But we arenât here to criticize Taliaâs parenting failures (she sucks), we are here to criticize Bruceâs parental failures.Â
Daddy issues
From day one Bruce had no idea how to relate to his son. Iâd say it wasnât the shock of even having a biological son, as much as his incapability to care about someone more than he cares about his mission. Thatâs his horrific self-programming that his kids (all his kids) are fighting through. Some are more successful like Dick. And thanks to Tom Taylor for reminding us of that with every issue of his Nightwing run. But Dick actually had a loving family, so when Bruce took him in, he already had the fundamental understanding of being a good person. Thatâs at least partially why eventually he manages to build healthy relationships with people, even with Damian.Â
Jason is more of an example of what happens after Bruceâs parenting. Bruce still canât decide whether he was a mistake and he just trained him to be a good murderer. Iâll make it easy for him - yes, the mistake was on you, Bruce. No, it wasnât the fact that you trained him.
But seriously, after three attempts Bruce still has no idea how to talk to a kid.Â
Alfred did, and that helped Bruceâs older sons, then Dick and Alfred did what they could for Damian. Because letâs face it, after Alfredâs death, the closest thing to a parent Damian has is Dick Grayson, and he lives all the way in BlĂŒdhaven (which is still closer than Alfred).Â
Not a bat situationÂ
Iâve come to the conclusion that Batman knows how to communicate with Robin, so on this level his relationship with Damian seemingly works. But Bruce canât build a normal healthy one with his son. And that sentiment was verbalized by Damian himself during the Knight Terrors event. The kid understands it, while Bruce himself does not, therein lies the tragedy.
Itâs even worse when you see the numerous times Damian had supported his father as if looking for his approval. Again, he might claim he doesnât need it, he does (thanks, Talia).Â
Thatâs a patternÂ
Batman has a serious problem with people. Batman vs Robin was a pretty clear reflection of that, especially when Bats confronted all of his former Robins (and four of his sons). His regrets regarding all of them were not without reason and it becomes clear later that all of his kids hold some resentment against him (especially Jason).
The way I see it, his favorite Robin is Tim (he makes it clear during Failsafe and the Bat-Man of Gotham) his favorite son is Dick (he was the one who managed to heal and not constantly bug Bruce about what he'd done wrong). Unfortunately for Damian, their existence will always make him feel competitive.Â
Once again, thatâs fully on Bruce. Not on Batman, because I think that Damian can handle not being ready to replace Batman, but on Bruce, because he doesnât feel the love. Iâm not saying Bruce doesnât love him, but if he does, itâs in his own way and heâs not communicating it well. He always pawns Damian off on more affectionate people.Â
What is love
Meanwhile, Damian truly loves his father. Enough to run around following him, sit at his bedside while heâs taking a really long nap, enough to side with him over the rest of the family (Iâm still in the middle of Gotham War). Thatâs what children do when they want their parentsâ love and attention, they try to be perfect.Â
All of that makes me feel so so bad for Damian. I actually donât hate him, even if I like to jokingly say that I do when he starts acting like a brat. But he deserves unconditional love and neither one of his parents chooses to understand that.Â
For his sake, I hope he grows up and manages to grow and move past this (probably with the help of his family like Jason and Tim did during Knight Terrors). And when heâs old enough and wise enough to make his own decisions, I hope he sticks Bruce and Talia in a nasty old folksâ home. Â
#comics#dc#dc comics#dc characters#batfam#batman#robin#damian wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#tim drake#bruce wayne#nightwing#red hood#red robin
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Hey, Iâm in Cambridge for a week. Iâll let you know when Iâm back in LA. I just want to be transparent with you, so I donât lead you on. I recently started dating a friend and I want to stay committed to him. I still want to have a friendship with you but thatâs all itâs going to be. â Bria
Brad thanked her for being honest with him. He appreciated it and he hoped that whoever she was dating would treat her well. Why was she in Cambridge? Was she visiting her new boyfriend? It was a long story that she would tell him in person. They made plans to meet up after she returned home. Jason didnât mind her hanging out with other guys while he was away. He had applied to an internship at Reed Hilderbrand LLC Landscape Architecture firm in Cambridge.
He was waiting to hear back from them. Two more years. It was going by so fast. He felt nervous about going out into the âreal world.â Could he do it? He hoped so. His professors were teaching him everything he needed to know. He worked too damn hard to quit. Because his family was located in LA, he hoped to find a job there since he wanted to stay close to them.
Bria was also in LA. She was going to get the pictures she was taking developed when she got back. Some pictures were taken under the influence of alcohol. She got a little drunk at the party. That was okay since he also got a little drunk. Thank god they walked to the party! She had a genuinely good time. He watched her as she talked to everyone like they were old friends. It was one of the many things he loved about her. She was so outgoing and friendly. Like him.
She also didnât take herself too seriously. They needed to talk about the miscarriage, so he asked if they could do that. Yeah, it was better to get it over with. He was going to get emotional but he didnât care if she saw him crying. It was his baby who died. He thought about what he would do if she gave birth. Even though he was miles away, he would do whatever it took to be a good father.
It would be hard but he was not raised to walk away from responsibility. His parents would disown him. Mike would verbally kick his ass. The Shinoda family was huge with multiple aunts, uncles, and cousins, along with grandparents. They were very close to each other. He imagined them calling him up and giving him a tongue-lashing! Would he attend grief counseling? Yes, it sounded like a great idea. His grief would only interfere with his studies.
She cried and admitted that she felt horrible. He saw how she was holding herself together. She was putting on a face while out in public because she didnât want to tell strangers about what happened. Was she talking to someone? Yes, she was working through everything in therapy. She was going to get a memorial tattoo. They thought about if they should give their baby a name.
His middle name was Aoki, though Japanese culture didnât give their children middle names. That was more of an American tradition. To follow his familyâs tradition of giving their children an American first name and then a Japanese middle name, they decided on May Aomi. The first and middle names were beautiful. He found a piece of paper he wasnât using and wrote the name in Japanese characters. She would get it tattooed.
âWhat do you want?â
Mike would never understand cats. They were always meowing at him for something! The dogs were easier to translate. Woody was at his feet meowing. He looked up at him as he looked down. Food, human! Donna jokingly asked him if he wanted a cat. No, he preferred dogs. Woody went over to his food bowl and pawed at it. Feed me!
He noticed there was still food in his bowl, so she had him shake it a little. There. Now he was happy again. As happy as a cat could be. After getting the okay from Bria, he invited his parents over to her place. They had been waiting to see it. It was very well done! Jason did a great job on it! Her room was a little messy, but that was because she pulled things out while packing. It was a last-minute decision to go, so she didnât have time to put everything away.
That was fine. Houses were not always clean. How many handbags did she have?
âWay too many. Guess as to how much everything in here costsâ, he asked.
âHundreds of dollars â, Muto guessed.
âThatâs just the clothes. Altogether, everything in here costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. Sheâs going to come back with more stuff because she loves shopping.â
âThatâs enough to buy a house!â
Yeah, but she could afford it! Her clothes, shoes, handbags, and other accessories were all very well taken care of. They all had a place. Her clothes were either neatly folded or hung on hangers. She had drawers full of her underwear and her shoes were lined up on the floor, so she could see them. Her bedroom had pictures of herself with her parents when she was younger.
In one picture, she was in front of the Eiffel Tower with who they assumed was her mother. She looked like a miniature version of her. Mike couldnât remember her name because she didnât talk about her parents that much. It was too difficult for her emotionally. What happened to them? They were killed in a car accident. The other driver was under the influence of drugs and alcohol. How old was she? She was eighteen years old.
She inherited everything from them. Muto pointed out a picture of them with Jason and Joe. They were in front of IMG World of Adventure. Yeah. She asked another tourist if they could take their picture. Bark! They turned around to see Buddy and Missy with smiles on their faces. Donna asked if they could be in there.
Oh, yeah. They were free to roam around the house. The only place that was off-limits was the pool. She was terrified of them falling in and drowning, especially if she wasnât there. He brought them down to where the indoor pool was and they noticed the glass door. The only time they could use the pool was when she or someone else was swimming. That was a very smart idea! He brought them to the studio. It was where they hung out.
He pointed out the intercom system and how it worked. It was very convenient for her because she didnât have to be running around the house. She could just buzz people in. There was an intercom in every room, even the pool room. They were very impressed.
With such a big house, she would need an intercom system. They would need an intercom system. What was she using the barn for? She was using it for storage at the moment. Her initial plan was to get a couple of horses. She then realized she was way over her head and she needed to do more research. In the future, she might adopt them.
She had a two-bedroom, one-bathroom guest apartment over the garage. He didnât know if anyone had stayed there. Maybe Jon had, but he wasnât sure. Muto mentioned how proud he was of Jason for designing the house. They agreed! He did a great job! They were happy they got to see it! He encouraged them to reach out to her. She didnât have any living family members. They wanted to meet her, so they would do that.
@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon
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I never really got into the strategy in pokemon battles, so I get beat pretty easily in battles against others.
Until one of my friends called me bad and now its my priority to be the strongest only when I'm fighting them.
Imagine this with the subway bros, I guess it would be kind of a "no deal" for them of their s/o didn't take battles seriously- but the shock of seeing their s/o absolutely wreck one of their strong friends in battle just for haha funny?
Oh now this is great.
Asks are open!
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đČIngođČ
- the twin who doesnât really care that you arenât all that into it.
- As long as you let him ramble about strategies, he is a verbal thinking and gets lightbulb ideas in the middle of rambling about his idea.
- Though battling with you is a new and good experience.
- Ingo is so use to it always being competitive. Even when he and Emmet were younger thatâs how it always was.
- But battling just for fun? This is nice.
- âThat was a fun match dear, I brought PokĂ©mon food if youâd like to rest.â
- So seeing you battle one of your stronger more competitive friends was fun!
- âHaha dude you suck at these.â
- The battle wasnât even over, you had three PokĂ©mon left while they had four.
- I go doesnât know what he saw at that moment but he now knows it was a smug fighting spirit.
- With three Pokémon left you wiped out their entire team.
- Four Pokémon quickly turned to zero.
- âHaha man that was fun! What happened there though?â
- You sounded so smug.
- Oh and your friend was not happy âIâm going home and thinking of a way to kick your ass next time.â They stuck their tongue out and left.
- âI wasnât even trying but okay.â
- âYOU WERENT!?â
- âOh shit forgot you were there babe.â
- He is shocked.
- Surprised.
- Dumbfounded.
- Impressed.
- âCan we battle like that one day?â
- âSure I donât mind.â
- He wants to have at least ONE honest battle with you now.
đłEmmetđł
- sad.
- Distraught.
- Hurt.
- Battling is one of his favorite things.
- Like obviously you two bond over other things which lead to you dating.
- BUT STILL!
- He noticed that when battling you AND your Pokémon just seem to be having fun.
- Not really taking it seriously.
- âDaaaarliiiing please! Just one battle!â
- âEm we already-â
- âI wanna see you go all oooouuuut.â
- Heâs a baby donât mind him.
- Emmet is very competitive himself, so when he sees you and your trainer friend battling he, even though he know you donât care, becomes your cheerleader.
- âWow man, can you be any worse at battles?â
- And that seemed to flip a switch.
- Your Pokémon on the field understood the new vibes.
- And quickly your last two Pokémon stood firm, taking out all five of your friends like it was no problem.
- Personal cheerleader emmet was moving his whole body and cheering so loud the entire time.
- âAw come on man you could let me have this?â Your friend pouts before leaving shortly after.
- âWhy donât you battle me like that?â Oh dear emmet is putting on his pouty face.
- âI mean I wasnât trying all the hard.â
- ââŠâŠ.okay so what are your thoughts on marriage?â
- âEMMET!â
#pokemon#pokemon imagines#pokemon x reader#pokemon ingo#pokémon#pokemon ingo x reader#pokemon emmet#pokemon emmet x reader
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What would the Dorm Leaders do if someone Catcalled you?
- headcanon
Also slight dating headcanons
Warnings: catcalling, slight verbal harassment, uncomfortable situations, swearing
Disclaimer: I have honestly no idea what Iâm doing for this one it just popped in my mind
Pronouns: They/them
You and Riddle would probably just date on campus for a short while, due to Riddle being scared of his mother disapproving you at first (not because youâre bad or anything but just to be safe)
You both would ask Crowley for permission to leave campus and go out on the town on the little island the school is located on (I think you can do that)
By some miracle that he agrees you two are very excited. Riddle would set plans and would do his utmost best to make sure the date goes smoothly
Cater (or Vil) definitely would help you with your outfits so you can match with Riddle (Trey is having a small amount of trouble calming Riddle down from a slight panic because itâs the first time you two have gone out)
When the dates first start Riddle would always seem cautious and nervous, but as time passes your liveliness calms him down and makes him smile. He adores you and your precious smile. It makes him feel like he can do anything, maybe even stand up to his mother
During this date you both decided to head to a shop, maybe for some ice cream or you went to an accessory shop to look for little trinkets or something to remind you two of the dates
As you two were walking you hear a whistle directed towards you. You and Riddle pause for a moment before turning to see who the culprit was
Two random guys youâve never seen before, who also didnât seem like they were students at NRC or RSA, where staring you up and down in a way that made you very uncomfortable. You and Riddle turn back around and continue on in an attempt to pay them no mind
âAwe whatâs wrong baby? Youâre too pretty to hang out with us?â
âExcuse us gentlemen, but we would appreciate it if you could leave us alone.â
âAww whoâs this? Youâre little brother? Just drop him off at a daycare and come hang with us for a while~â
âHm? What did you just say? Little brother?â
You: âOh no...â
After Riddle yelling and screaming at the two men, they finally backed off. You had to calm Riddle down from chasing them because it would be big trouble if he started a fight outside of school. He even almost took his magic pen out to collar them, but luckily you were there to stop his wrath
Now every time you two go on dates he holds your hand or links arms with you and stares down any man that looks at you in a certain way. Heâs never letting that incident happen ever again
With Leona he doesnât care much for actual walking/going out type of dates. Heâd rather stay inside and sleep, read, or watch videos together (snuggle dates anyone?)
However on the occasion when he does decide to take you out, it might be off campus and wherever you want, with him being a prince and all, he has enough money to take you on your perfect date almost anywhere within their world
If itâs in his hometown/kingdom then no one will mess with you, not with the crown prince by your side (Rook lowkey spying on you guys Istg)
But outside of that safe area, thatâs when he starts to get more protective over you. May you be a beast-person yourself or not, his protective side would most likely be going off the charts
Him being a beastmen itself is intimidating, but he does seem to be on the not so taller side (even though heâs taller than most of us) he also doesnât seem to have a lot of muscle compared to jack or other students in NRC but honestly the fact that heâs still Dorm leader just means heâs stronger than all of them (which is just scary) So on a the rare occasion that someone does catcall you, that is a huge mistake on their end
âHey there sweetheart, how about you spend some time with me instead?â
*Lion growls intensifies*
âTheyâre fine. Why donât you take your weak ass home before I kick your face in?â
Before the guy can say anything back Leona sends a loud lion roar his way making him run with his tail between his legs (figuratively and/or literally)
Needless to say Leona rarely takes you out anymore, especially outside his kingdom, and when he does heâs even more protective than usual. Not that you mind though. Having a big lion cling to you isnât so bad after you get to know the perks
Ah yes, Azul Ashengrotto, a very classy man. I can just see the very well thought out, sort of classy, sort of casual date that he keeps a booklet of plans for. Only for you to say something just casual and nothing too big. Of course heâll listen but heâll add his own fancy flair to the date to make it perfect for the both of you
He gets to see you happy and you get alone time with your cute, intelligent, handsome, octopus boyfriend. What more could you two ask for?
Most of your dates tended to take place in the Mostro Lounge originally, but now you two try to keep it at a balance of both the Mostro Lounge and outings
(Special cute date bonus points if youâre also a merfolk! He doesnât like to turn into an octopus much so itâs nice to be his true self sometimes)
If you are out on a date instead at the Mostro Lounge, Azul may tell Jade and Floyd to spy on you two just in case anything may happen, from a distance of course. But the twins, being themselves, would get bored most of the time so if by some miracle for them someone catcalls you they would get excited, Azul, not so much
âHey good lookinâ. How you doinâ on this fine day?â
You: âUm, sorry sir do I know you?â
âNo, but you can get to kno-â
âJust ignore him, Angelfish.â
As you two walk past him he tries to give chase but he suddenly becomes muffled from behind
You donât turn back due to Azul going on about new improvements to the Mostro Lounge, you meeting his family, how you make him happy, etc. Heâs definitely not trying to distract you from the Twins âtalkingâ to the guy
He wonât refuse to take you out anymore, he just really likes Mostro Lounge dates better, maybe a date at his moms restaurant would be nice too. But now the twins ask for a slightly higher pay when the outings happen
He doesnât know what catcalling is, heâd need to ask you or Jamil about it. Bless his soul. He wouldnât understand the weird mind of crude men in the world
At first all the dates were fun; partying and stuff, but if you didnât feel up to it of course heâll just be super smitten and soft with you. He could never force you to do something you didnât want to do
You just wanna watch TV and cuddle? Sure!
You just want to have a cute little dinner together? Of course!
You wanna have a fun outing but bring Jamil with you guys for some reason? Absolutely!
Kalim is down for anything as long as it makes you happy. You are his most precious jewel after all
If you end up on a date out and you get catcalled, heâd completely ignore them thinking that they were talking to someone else and drag you to a store or wherever to buy you something, that is if you didnât tell him what catcalling is yet
If you told him heâd look to see if they were talking to you and talk to them for you in such a positive light
âHey there hot stuff. You look good today.â
You: â...Kalim. Can we go somewhere else?â
âHm? Why? The shop isnât too far from here.â
You silently point to the guy behind you; Thatâs when Kalim realizes the situation and opens his mouth before the guy can say anything else
âUm, excuse me sir. But can you please leave them alone? I know that theyâre super attractive and beautiful, but theyâre mine.â
I feel like heâd say that with such a warm smile that the guy would just stay silent for a moment before saying sorry and walk away slightly irritated
All honesty, with how nice Kalim is anyone wouldnât want to hurt him. Although I donât know if it always works (which is why I feel like Jamil lowkey spyâs on you guys on dates to keep you both safe)
With Vil...Gosh I honestly think both of you would get catcalled, maybe not even you just him because HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN?!
But if given the situation heâd be very calm and collected about it, yet in the inside, heâs boiling with rage. How can someone be so rude and ignorant out in public?
I feel like he would be in disguise as to hide the fact heâs a celebrity so that you two can enjoy your elegant and fun date in peace without having to worry about fans running up to him every minute, or paparazzi on his case taking pictures and trying to cause a scandal. Itâs hard being a celebrity and itâs even harder dating one in private. Especially if you both are still in high school, boy everyone wants to know the tea
Everything was going well until some catcalling bastard whistled in your direction. All honesty, Vil would rush you two out of there as fast as possible before anything could happen
I feel like he wouldnât care much for those type of people and avoids them as much as capably possible
âIâm so sorry for that imbecile back there, my dear. But letâs face it; Our beauty is too ethereal for our own good.â
*dramatic hair flip*
And on with your beautiful day. Hopefully no one recognizes him however
It doesnât happen
It will never happen
Because this boy doesnât go out
Heâd prefer to stay inside and play games or watch shows, much like Leona, but Ortho could possibly convince him with a bit of time and brotherly love
But letâs say that you two do go out; heâd be a nervous mess and wouldnât want to go anywhere too crowded. Heâd be panicking, starting to babble to himself, trying to figure out if you two should hold hands or not, then all the insecurities start pouring in, but at least he has you with him to help pull things together
Even so, who would want to catcall the partner of a man with blue flames as hair? I honestly just think that if it were to happen heâd just give them an almost literal death glare, deadly enough to make them back off or run. Not gonna lie, his ego might get a bit of a burst. (Note Idia actually has a pretty big ego. He is based off of Hades from the Disney film Hercules after all. Although that doesnât mean he canât be insecure)
Just make sure to take him to a game shop after as a thank you. He might say something along âI love youâ if he hasnât already, I feel like heâd question why you were interested in someone like him in the first place
(heâs just relatable and fun. He kinda gives me Leviathan from Obey Me vibes)
Again probably doesnât go out much
Heâd be so happy to go out with you of course, but he seems more of a Go out late at night with no one around kind of guy
He wouldnât want anyone staring at you and him, heâd probably think that it would cause problems for you in the relationship, and of course he wouldnât want that at all. Heâd much rather have it feel as if though you two were walking around Ramshackle, as usual
And as much as he would love to take you back to his kingdom, he feels itâs just a bit too early for that
But if you two had the opportunity to walk around town on the island late at night, then maybe there would be catcallers, albeit, drunk and donât know what their doing
In that case Malleus would probably just get you out of there as fast as possible, but if things got bad heâd probably try to kill them
âHeyyy~ there cutie~ wanna drink with us and party~?â
You: âAh, no thank you sir.â
âOh come one now hot stuff! Why not?â
âBecause theyâre with me.â
âWhat the? What are you? A troll? Hehe~â
You: âJust leave me alone, thank you.â
âAww but we wanna have fun~ ditch the troll and come with us~â
If they tried to grab you, oh boy they better get ready to have a broken arm. Youâd have to stop Malleus from trying to burn them with his fire breath, or stop him from covering them in thorn vines, or something else very dangerous
After that heâd be very cautious of where you two were going and of the people around you. He loves you and always wants to be there to protect you. But he also doesnât want to be insulted, heâs going through enough already
#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland dorm leaders#twst dorm leaders#twisted wonderland Riddle Rosehearts#twst riddle#twisted wonderland Riddle#twisted wonderland Leona Kingscholar#twisted wonderland Leona#twst leona#twisted wonderland Azul Ashengrotto#twst azul#twisted wonderland Azul#twisted wonderland Kalim Al-Asim#twisted wonderland Kalim#twst kalim#twisted wonderland Vil Schoenheit#twisted wonderland Vil#twst vil#twisted wonderland Idia Shroud#twisted wonderland Idia#twst idia#twisted wonderland Malleus Draconia#twst malleus#twisted wonderland Malleus#twst disney
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disney+ & bust
this is part of my netflix & chill collection !
summary; Thereâs a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think itâs the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. Itâs not. Itâs just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. warnings; arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of degradation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment, unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, return of mean jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf miscellaneous; ANGST, anniversaries, the L wordđł, app developer kook, rip âpretty girlâ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count; 13k !!
notes; me: *writes couple whoâs whole arc is being silly* yâall: MAKE THEM SUFFER GIVE US ANGST!! u ask I deliver so now we all suffer đ ngl it was hard writing this fic n u might notice thereâs some parts that seem weird n thatâs bc this was TWO fics w diff wording but I ended up mixing them bc Iâm insane. still had a lot of fun! felt like I challenged myself!! not proofread bc when I say we suffer we SUFFER
please let me know what you think!!! a simple ask goes a long way <3
previous part: kissanime & foreplay
Approximately one week after The Bullet Bestieâs rise to prominence, Jungkook grows annoyed with it as his weirdly competitive nature rears its ugly head the more and more orgasms that little vibrator coaxes out of you. It turns on a weird switch in him, something slightly stuck up and snooty that heâll never admit to out loud but is there nonetheless. By the following Friday, The Bullet Bestie is nestled deep in your garbage can and Jungkookâs back to pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers alone.
He had those moments in him, the ones where he liked to think he was better than any and everyone else, and occasionally they manifested against inanimate objects like a bullet vibrator.
Despite his polite and generally soft exterior, you catch glimpses of that cocky spirit more than anyone else. Over the past year, youâve come to realize that Jungkookâs personality was like a coin that had been left out in the sun too long. He had this sweet and reserved nature you saw most times, a kindhearted boyfriend who adored you almost as much as you adored him. He was your angel whom you knew had a heart of gold, even if you were slowly bringing out his more childish tendencies. You knew him like the back of your hand, knew what his momâs favorite color was and how he liked to stack the plates in his cabinet according to size and make. It was a side that was rusted from years of being out in the sun, basking in its adoring warmth, and you loved every inch about it.
And still, there was this other side to him you rarely saw. This cocky asshole who hid beneath the soft smiles and careful hands, making his appearance only through sly smirks and a tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. He was a braggart, a man who knew his greatness yielded for no one and wanted that fact shoved down everyoneâs faces. This Jungkook, this other side that never saw the light of day, was like the Hyde to his Jekyll. An unexpected, almost mean side to him that only dared make his appearance when his exhilaration was at an all-time high. Like when he was fucking you into another dimension, or kicking your ass in Mario Kart, or like now, when he was receiving an award at an annual tech ceremony.
On the eve of your one year anniversary, Jungkookâs company invites him to an awards ceremony for other web and app developers like him. Itâs a grand event, filled with all the biggest nerds in the developing industry here to present the baby nerds with awards. Jungkook lies somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, both a seasoned player and a rookie all at once. He spends the night tolling you around in a floor-length gown and fangirling over all the âlegendsâ in the room.
You know next to none of these people and none of their accomplishments but still pretend you respect them to hell and back. By the end of the main dinner, youâre sympathizing with Barbieâs ever-smiling features because your cheeks feel sore.
Towards the end of the night, Jungkook wins that random awardâ okay, who were you fooling? He wins the Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award, recognizing him for all the hard work youâve seen him put in this past year. Itâs probably the highest recognition he can receive at this point in his career. It was an esteemed award that was bestowed upon only the most innovative developer of the year among tech companies, something Jungkook had briefly mentioned he always wanted. Itâs basically the equivalent of placing first place in his field, but given Jungkookâs competitive industry and his young age, you think itâs like telling all these old Facebook lords to suck his big fat cock. (But that was your job when you got home.)
He gives a short little thank you speech, promising to work hard and own up to this title. The people around you are swooning, obviously endeared with his soft puppy dog features and melodic voice. They donât know him like you do, donât know that uppity twist to his grin like you do. It doesnât slip off his face even when he steps down off the stage, arms wide open as he comes barreling towards you. Even with you in his arms, the congratulations that are thrown from every direction ring loudly in his ears and swell that ego of his.
The night goes like that for the most part, Jungkookâs acquaintances approaching him every few minutes to rain down their praises. He goes a little crazy at the open bar after a while, shoving the gold trophy into your arms as his beloved work seniors whisk him off for drinks. You donât mind because you resigned yourself to a night of playing Jungkookâs perfectly perfect partner anyway, watching him politely mingling with his coworkers. Despite his earlier success, you know he wonât brag about it verbally. No, heâll wait until the two of you get homeâyour place or hisâand remind you how amazing he is with a quick snap of his hips.
As you said, heâll never boast aloud.
However, that doesnât mean you wonât.
âThatâs my boyfriend,â you explain to the seventh person that greets you that night, excitedly pointing to where said boyfriend was slowly losing all sense of self by the bar. You donât know anyone here beside Jungkook, and youâre pretty sure no one in their hammered minds is going to remember who you are anyway, so a little gloating never hurt anyone. âHe won the âIâm Better Than Everyone Elseâ award tonight,â you emphasize to the tipsy woman beside you who only laughs at your exaggeration. You assume sheâs like you, accompanying one of the many developers here, because as soon as you finish boasting about Jungkook she moves to brag about someone too.
Truth be told, you spend the whole night re-analyzing the Zootopia movie you saw on Disney+ the other night in your head. So if the little fox fellow didnât control himself would the city have fallen to ruins? Why was the useless sheep girl so evil and bitter? Why was there an unreal amount of romantic tension between the fox and the rabbit? Whatever, youâll have to rewatch it some other night, and with your new Disney+ account, you could watch it anywhere you wanted to.
Now, you had never bothered to purchase a Disney+ subscription or even tried to swindle Jungkook for his password before. As far as you know, Disney+ was filled with old tv shows from your childhood, sitcoms that made you laugh when you were ten. Thereâs nothing wrong with that, but personally, you were a firm believer that that which was perfect should not be touched once finished; in other words, you were utterly terrified youâd rewatch an old episode of The Wizards of Waverly Place, only to find out the same joke youâve been regurgitating for the past ten years doesnât actually go that way.
However, the harsh reality was that Disney+ was good for a few things. Ugh, you hate when giant corporations provide decent services. Aside from Zootopia, youâve watched about every animated media on there as well, all of which you replay in your mind as Jungkook has the time of his life with these nerds, knocking back champagne glass after champagne glass.
Anyway, the night ends a little past midnight, and Jungkook who is buzzed on alcohol and high on exhilaration ends up calling an Uber for the two of you. Your apartmentâ the new one he had not only helped you hunt for but also helped you move into, greatly cutting the cost of movers out with those glistening biceps and thick thighs âis still going through her rebellious phase where the potted plants are trying to take over, courtesy of Kim Namjoon. So for now, thereâs a potted plant in an awkward corner that both of you stub your toe against on your way to your bedroom.
Youâre thinking Jungkook is going to go to town tonight, given the fact heâs on Cloud 9 and has had his ego stroked by a bunch of dudes for the past couple hours. Maybe you guys can try out the hot role-playing scenario you saw on GirlsWay a few weeks ago, or the handcuffs you impulsively bought from Amazon one Monday night. Or maybe, and this one really makes you flutter, heâll let you fully take the reins for once.
All those lewd fantasies end up being for naught because just as you shimmy out of your gown (with the help of his hands, of course) and turn to climb him like a tree, heâs on the other side of the room getting your makeup remover out for you. And also talking. A lot. And way more than usual.
âDid you see him, babe?â he sighs, dare you to say, dreamily, handing you the cotton pads as he begins pulling a million pins out of your hair. Slowly and with a lot of confusion, you pull your fake lashes off and begin cleaning your face. âHe was amazing.â
âUh-huh,â you say, having absolutely no idea who âheâ is or why Jungkook is so in love with him and not you at this very moment. âBut so were you,â you add. Perfect. Stroke his ego and then stroke his cock.
Jungkook sputters at your praise. Heâs carefully placing your hairpins on your thigh, cheeks flaming red every time he leans over you. âWas I?â he murmurs, voice sweet in that cute little way it always gets when heâs downed one too many shots of whiskey, enough to be buzzed but not enough to be wasted.
You turn and the pins clatter to the floor and across the bedsheets. âYes,â you confirm, ignoring his sad huff at the mess youâve made. Instead, you grab him by the collar of that pink button-up he taunted you with all night. âYou were fucking incredible and I think incredible men deserve to have their dick sucked.â
Jungkook laughs at your vulgar statement, holding you gently by the hips as you climb into his lap. âIs that so?â The soft, shy persona is gone now, replaced by the gentle stirring beneath his dress pants. You nod hurriedly, plopping down on his lap and running your hands through his styled hair.
âYes,â you confirm, kissing the corner of his mouth. âLuckily for you, I know this nymphomaniac who would gladly gobble up your cock at your every command.â
He snorts just as you push him into his back, nose adorably scrunched up. âFirst of all, you know I hate that word,â he chuckles, finally gracing you with a sweet peck that only makes you want him to fuck you into the fifth dimension. âSecondly, please donât ever say youâll gobble my cock up ever again.â
Something inside of you squeals with excitement as he rolls the two of you over, firm body pressing down on yours. âOh, baby,â you groan, lazily throwing a leg over his hip. Jungkook grins and then decides to entertain you for a few minutes with a sloppy kiss.
You say a few minutes because just as things are heating up, he pulls away. He smiles apologetically. âAs much as Iâd love to be here with you, I actually have an early morning tomorrow.â
You frown at the sudden change in events. âHuh? Theyâre gonna make you work the morning after a Gatsby party?â you gasp, sitting up as he gets off of you. With every step he takes away from the bed your heart breaks a little more. âThey canât do thatâ thatâs illegal!â
From the doorway he levels you with a comically raised brow. âNo, itâs not.â
You scamper after him down the hall, watch the muscles in his back flex as he pulls his suit jacket on. âYou canât work on our anniversaryâ thatâs illegal!â you offer instead.
He stops at your front door, feet squeezed back into his shoes. âBaby, itâs not,â he rolls his eyes, leaning down to peck your forehead. âIt was either I work in the morning or work at night,â he explains, giving your messy hair a soothing caress. Heâs looking at you with those eyes, the ones that make your heart lodge itself into your throat and make life a tightrope experience. Thereâs a devastatingly lovesick part of you that wants this moment, this kind face, to be engraved into your mind for the rest of your life. You want this to be the first and last thought you have and nothing else: just Jungkookâs adoring gaze on you for the rest of time.
The moment ends too soon when he flutters one last peck against your lips. âIâll be done in the afternoon, okay?â
You pout. âOkay, your place?â you huff, making sure to get one last octopus squeeze around his waist. He nods. âPromise you wonât be late?â
The corners of his gaze soften. âYou know I wonât,â he smiles, leaning down to bump your noses together playfully. âCanât stay away from my pretty girl too long. Besides, I have a gift for you tomorrow.â
Itâs with that sentiment and a hammering heart that you let him go. With Jungkook gone, thereâs really nothing for you to do now. You took the next two days off in preparation for your anniversary sex, so you donât have to head to sleep early like usual.
With nothing else planned, you decide on rewatching that Zootopia movie that had plagued you all night, ready to dissect every plot hole to hell and back. You donât think Jungkookâs seen this movie yet so you add it to your long list of animated movies youâre forcing him to watch.
Part of you is actually really surprised Jungkook left. Well, kinda sorta, very, but not really. Jungkook was a good boy, that much was obvious. He took his job seriously, and if his job wanted him to come in at the asscrack of dawn, then heâd come in before the sun even rose. He was a goody-two-shoes, but even so, you were occasionally able to bring out that darker side in him.
Jungkook working, like actually working in an office setting, was pretty rare though. The dude had a chill job that let him stay home most of the time, and essentially clock in whenever he wanted. Every now and then you were able to convince him to stay, tucking him beneath your body or the covers, depending on the night, and refusing to let him go the morning after.
Once he had eaten you out until the wee hours of the day, ravenous between your thighs, and then went to work the next morning like he hadnât broken you. Another time you had persuaded him into watching every season of the 2017 DuckTales reboot through the night. When the alarm had rung in the middle of the season finale, he had simply gotten into your shower and gone off to work.
So maybe you were a little confident in your skills, and Jungkook slipping between your fingers tonight was a huge bummer. But there was no use crying over spilled milk, you tell yourself, flinging your bra off somewhere in the corner as you snuggle back into your sheets. Youâre ready to tear this Zootopia movie apart, scene by scene.
Even though your apartment is a little cold, youâre comforted by the fact Jungkook will be here to keep you warm all day tomorrow.
All men do is lie.
Despite his promise to come home early the next day, Jungkook ends up lying. The meeting he had been in all morningâ the same one that had stopped you from getting bent like a pretzel the night before âdrags on well past noon. Then, Kim Namjoon, AKA Jungkookâs favorite senpai in the entire world, catches wind of Jungkookâs success last night and absolutely has to take him out to lunch to celebrate.
You scoff, glaring down at your phone and the impulsive messages youâd sent out an hour ago when Jungkook had first texted you telling you he would be late.
You whirl around to stomp off in the direction of his living room, where all of yours and Jungkookâs favorite foods were growing colder by the minute. You had spent the longest time carefully laying them out, making sure the fried chicken was closer than the pizza but not closer than the breadsticks. Truthfully itâs a nightmare. There are about eight stomach aches worth of food sitting on his coffee table, the greasy stench makes you gag and will certainly stick to your hair for weeks, but none of that mattered because it was all for your beau.
Your very late beau who was making you grow more and more agitated with each minute that passed. Ugh! How inconsiderate of him to test your patience on a day like this. You didnât want to be upset with him, but this was your first, real milestone as a couple with him. You had wanted to spend the whole day cuddled up, maybe finally tell him how much he really meant to youâ definitely not waking up alone with eyeliner crusted eyes and an aching heart.
Deciding youâre being a little too dramatic, you head into the bedroom to calm down. This was fine, you tell yourself, carefully laying out the damn near harlotrous lingerie you had yet to put on. Jungkook would come over soon and everything would be A-okay.
Except for the part itâs actually F-not okay because soon itâs nearing sunset and the food has gone cold so youâve stocked it into the fridge, and the pretty sheer bra has a wonky wire thatâs two seconds away from piercing through your heart, but that doesnât even matter because Jungkook being late for your all-day anniversary celebration has already ripped it to shreds anyway. Â
You plop down on the couch in defeat, impulsively opening up the Disney+ app to cry through another episode of Phineas and Ferb. Youâve abandoned the satin robe that came with the lingerie in favor of donning a big t-shirt that smells like him and makes your heart hurt even more. The setting sun paints the living room in muted oranges, the chirping of birds outside the soundtrack to your lonely day.
You end up watching some other cartoon on Disney+, avoiding the Marvel section because you had promised Jungkook he could be there when you lost your Marvel virginity. Well, at least one of you was good at keeping promises, you think bitterly. For a second, you think about randomly watching one of the infamous MCU films out of order just to spite him. But then you think of that soft puppy gaze and how disappointed heâd be in you.
Whatever! It wouldnât ever match up to the way you felt now.
Anyway, you circle back. When youâre five episodes into Phineas and Ferb you hear the doorknob rattle.
You sit up just as the door swings open, visible from your spot on the couch. He meets your gaze almost immediately, big doe eyes caught in the act. What act? Youâre not really sure. In fact, you donât even know what youâre looking at when he walks in because heâs drowning in shopping bags. His lips twist into a grin. âHoney, Iâm home,â he says playfully.
You donât laugh.
Jungkook frowns, dumping all his bags down at the entrance before waddling over towards you. âHey, whatâs wrong?â he asks, coming to stand before you and cupping your face in his hands. Heâs towering over you, so tall and gorgeous but for the first time, youâre not dazed by his beauty.
âKook, you said youâd be back hours ago,â you say slowly, avoiding his gaze. You try to keep the frustration out of your voice, but youâve had hours to dwell on it now, and those annoying cartoon characters, though charming at first, had only served to multiply your annoyance. Â
Jungkook blinks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âI mean⊠yeah. But I got you presents?â he beams, glancing back at the mountainous pile he made by the door. You look over too. There are some luxury bags squeezed in between other shops you like, the occasional jewelers' logo on the side.
You stand with a sigh, sauntering off into the kitchen with him on your tail. âI donât want presents,â you mumble, reaching to pour yourself a glass of water. Youâre briefly aware of how childish you must seem. Jungkook hovers behind you.
âWhat? Yes, you do,â he says. âYou had an entire wishlist on my Amazon of things you wanted.â Itâs his turn to level you with an unreadable expression, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.
Your frown only deepens as you turn to match his stance against the counter. While it may be true that you did indeed have an entire list of impulsive items on his Amazon, that didnât necessarily mean you wanted them all. Sometimes you just wanted to stare longingly at a pair of satin gloves without actually buying them. You donât know how to explain this much to him. âTheyâre notâŠâ you stop with another deep breath. âForget it. Thank you for the presents.â
Now itâs Jungkookâs turn to question you. âWhat,â he says in an unimpressed tone, padding over to you before you can escape back into the living room to watch the entire princess movie collection on Disney+. âNo, tell me whatâs wrong.â
For some reason, thatâs exactly what you donât want to hear. âJungkook,â you say flatly, narrowing your eyes at him. âYou come home six hours after you said you would without telling me why, and normally I wouldnât care, but today was supposed to be a special day for us.â
Jungkook reels at your bluntness. âBabe, I was out getting stuff for you. I know itâs our anniversaryâ thatâs why I wanted to treat you,â he responds, oddly condescendingly like youâre a child who doesnât understand what exactly he was doing.
You brush his hands away from your shoulders. âYeah,â you huff. âNow I know that. But I spent all day waiting for you,â you stress, chest puffing as you grow more and more agitated by his inability to understand you. God, can he let you go now? At least a bunch of animated, geometrically drawn cartoons wonât question you like this and make you feel as childish as he was.
When he doesnât say anything else you stomp back into the living room, snatching up your phone from its forgotten spot against the couch. âIâm going to bed.â
At that Jungkook seems to kickstart back to life. âWhat? ___, itâs barely six,â he says as he follows after you into your bedroom. You ignore him, shuffling beneath the covers. In all actuality, youâre going to bed to mope and watch more animated family shows, maybe cry under the guise of the plot just being so sad. Jungkook sits beside you just as you click back on to finish off your episode. âBaby, I donât get it,â he sighs. âYouâre always talking about how much you want this or that, and I go out and get you it all but now youâre mad?â
You bite down on your lip, eyes lasered in on the pictures moving before you. âJungkook, just forget it.â
âNo,â he says, more sternly than heâs ever been with you before. âIf thereâs a problem, tell me.â Thereâs a heavy pause, and then he says, âdonât make me waste my time guessing whatâs wrong, okay?âÂ
âWaste your time?â you scoff, sitting up with pinched brows that you find match his. âIâm not trying to waste anyoneâs timeâ in fact, thatâs hot coming from you, Jungkook.â
He rolls his eyes. âWhat are you even saying? Youâre mad because I took a little long getting presents, for you, might I add,â he huffs, plopping down on the edge of the mattress beside your knee. âYouâre always saying you want this and that, but you canât handle me going out to get those things? Do you hear how weird you sound?â
You whip the covers off of you. âMe talking about things doesnât always mean I want them,â you defend.
Jungkook snorts. âYes, it does,â he says. âAnytime you ramble about stuff for minutes like a little kid itâs because you want me to buy it for you.â
You blink. âLike a little kid?â you repeat, stunned by his comparison. Granted, you always knew you were the more childish of the two, but you never thought that would equate Jungkook thinking of you as a child. Something red and nasty flares in your chest. âWell sorry,â you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, âsorry we all canât be perfectly mature golden boys who would never see the light of day if I constantly wasnât dragging them out.â You know itâs a somewhat low blow, especially because Jungkookâs told you before how his introverted tendencies were a sensitive issue growing up, but you canât help it.
Jungkook groans, dropping his head into his hands. âBaby, donât do this now,â he warns, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. âStop acting like this.â
âLike how?â you spit, âlike a kid?â Jungkook says nothing, leveling you with a blank stare from the corner of his eye. You roll your eyes, phone falling off your lap. Another episode of Phineas and Ferb had started, the corny opening tune filling the space between the two of you. âAt least now I know what you think of me,â you mutter over the guitar riff.
âOh my god,â Jungkook blurts, sitting up wildly. âOf course Iâm gonna think of you as a stupid little kid, look at you,â he seethes, gesturing at the phone beside you. You flinch. âAll you do is watch kids shows and whine whenever I wanna watch anything normal adults watch. You complain every single day about the most normal things, like your job? Why should I fucking care that youâre working a dead-end office job in a field you didnât even study forâ thatâs not my problem, __!â he snaps, eyes narrowed into little slits. âI just won an award last night,â he says suddenly, voice back to its regular volume. âIâm at the height of my career and Iâm only going up, but I canât even enjoy that because I have to come home and cater to you,â he finishes, a loud scoff punctuating the final word.
You had never imagined Jungkook finally bragging about himself would be at your expense.
A beat of silence passes, the angry glint in his eyes quickly fading away the longer you donât say anything. You sniff once, turning your head idly to the side where Phineas and Ferb is still blaring loudly from your phone speaker. Picking up the device, you throw it across the room where it hits his closet door with a terrifying bang the breaks the silence.
The sound snaps Jungkook out of whatever shock heâd been in. âBabyâŠâ he says slowly, carefully, like youâre a caged animal thatâs just escaped the zoo.
âIâm going home,â you say, also a little too calmly. You saunter over towards his closet where your shattered phone screen glares up at you as you yank a pair of sweats off a hanger. Jungkook is still frozen on the edge of the bed, watching you with wide eyes as you move about the room.
Itâs when youâre in the hallway leading downstairs that Jungkook finally snaps out of his daze, scampering behind you as you descend the stairs. âBaby,â he rushes out, loudly bounding down after you, â___, wait,â he gasps, catching you by the kitchen counter collecting your keys. âI-I didn't mean that,â he rushes out, eyes wide and frantic as they flicker over your expression. âI donât think thatâI donât, baby, please, just⊠let me explain, please.â
âJungkook, let go of me,â you respond, shaking your wrist in an attempt to release yourself. Heâs not even holding you tightlyâ he never wouldâbut the sound of your heart pounding in your ears makes your movements jerky and erratic. âI wanna go home.â
âNo,â he chokes, cornering you against the counter. âNo, baby, please just listen to me, I-Iââ
âYou what, Jungkook?â you snap, placing a hand on his chest and forcefully pushing him away. He lets you, stepping back with a wobbly bottom lip. âYou need to tell me how youâre too good for me? How much I hold you down because I wasnât lucky enough to get a job like yours straight out of college?â He says nothing, swallowing roughly as you jab a finger into his chest. âWell let me tell you something,â you snarl, chest heaving, âI may be childish and a huge complainer, but Iâm not stupid enough to let someone walk all over me like this.â
With that, you make your great escape. Truthfully, you donât want him to see the tears in your eyes as you yank his door open, stomping down his steps and in the direction of the nearest bus stop. The door opens right after you tug it shut, painting your shadow across the sidewalk. Thereâs the scrambled sound of house slippers against the concrete that follows you down. âGo the fuck back inside,â you snap without missing a beat.
Sensing your obvious anger, he pauses before he can reach you. âText me when you get home?â he calls out quietly.
âNo,â you respond.
You would never admit to anyone that you spend the entire night eating a tub of mint chocolate ice cream. Itâs disgusting and makes you gag, but itâs the only one you have in your apartment. And of course, it was brought over by none other than Jeon Jungkook himself a few days ago. Even when youâre trying to comfort yourself over how mean he was, on your anniversary night no less, youâre plagued by thoughts of him everywhere.
As much as you want to brush his words off, put on that cool girl exterior youâve maintained since high school, thereâs something different about this situation. You guess itâs impossible to brush off such hateful words when they come from someone you love and adore so much.
Were you too childish? You had always believed that side of you was what made your relationship with Jungkook so perfect. The two of you meshed well because of your differences, like yin and yang. So how had he been able to so easily deconstruct every inch of that balance in a matter of a few seconds? Was this perfect reality all in your head this whole time?
You want to tell yourself it was just a heat of the moment outburst from Jungkook, give him the benefit of the doubt because heâs never snapped at you like this before. Of course youâve fought a couple of times in the past year, but neither of you had ever stooped as low as you did yesterday. Furthermore, the insecure part of your brain says he obviously felt this somewhere in his heart to bring it up at all. What he had said to you wasnât something someone could make up on the spot.
You donât text him when you get home, partly to spite him, but mainly because you had left your phone at his place anyway. You know he tried calling you last night because the call log is synced up to your laptop. He called on and off for about thirty minutes before he probably found your phone in his room. Whatever, he can mope in his regret for all you care
âis what you wanna say, but the longer he goes without showing himself to you the more your insecurities and hurt fester. Was this it? Was this the end of what was probably the best year of your life? Itâs too painful to think about, to even consider the possibility that Jungkook might have gained a new insight last night and decided, hey, maybe this is for the best after all.
You drown yourself in an ungodly amount of sugar for breakfast, your laptop blaring yet another episode of Phineas and Ferb on the dining table. Muscle memory has you making Jungkookâs favorite pancakes before you can stop yourself, and by the time you do realize, youâve resigned yourself to the blueberry smell anyway.
Thereâs a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think itâs the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb.
Itâs not.
Itâs just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. You open the door with a fright, jumping back when he slumps forward and almost crashes face-first into the floor. âYou didnât call,â Jungkook cries, leaning a little too much of his weight onto you when you reach out to steady him.
The thundering of your heart slows upon registering itâs him. âKook?â you frown, nose pinched at the ungodly stench of alcohol wafting off his clothes. âHave you been drinking?â you ask even though the answer is staring you right in the face (and in the nose).
He groans, staggering deeper into your arms. You blindly push the door shut behind him, resigning yourself to this new situation while your pancakes grow cold in the other room. âBaaaby,â he slurs, letting you guide him into the living space. Heâs unceremoniously dumped onto the couch, half-opened eyes gazing up at you. âLet me,â a hiccup, âexplain.â
You wonât lie. Thereâs a very obvious sense of discomfort sitting in your chest, torn between two paths that you donât wish to choose between. His skin is warm and flushed like heâs just walked all the way here in this morning sun. You step over to the window that faces down onto the street below. Thereâs no sign of his car; you would have killed him if he ever tried to drive in this state.
âDid you walk here?â you ask instead, deciding thereâs no need for one singular path, not when you can walk straight down the middle, both cleaning him and grilling him at the same time.
Jungkookâs response is delayed, head lolling from side to side as you help him out of his sweater. His skin is sweaty beneath, scorching to the touch. âUh-huh,â he groans. Jesus, you sort of assumed but him confirming it really set things into perspective.
By no means did you and Jungkook live on opposite ends of the earth. On a good day, a drive from your place to his took about ten minutes. But walking? Easily an hour. Had he walked all the way from his place, drunk on top of that?
You brush his hair away from his face, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. His lips are pouty yet chapped, dehydrated from the sun and the alcohol he reeks of. âSit up for me,â you instruct, scampering off to your room for chapstick and water.
âAnything for you,â Jungkook wheezes, throat probably dryer than a desert. When you return, heâs two seconds from face planting into the coffee table and breaking that pretty face of his. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder, keeping him balanced. âTell me what to do,â he chokes out, voice hoarse.
âJust need you to drink some water,â you say, pressing a cup against his lips. He drinks it, but a drop still dribbles down his chin.
âNo,â he groans, catching your wrist in his hand when you reach up to apply some chapstick on him. âTell me what to do,â he stresses, âto fix this. Fix us.â
His words make you pause, the tube of chapstick hovering over his plush lips. âYou donât have to do anything,â you respond quietly, trying to finish the application so you can pull away.
Jungkook doesnât let you go. You try to look away, but thereâs something about him that looks off. Maybe itâs the raw skin under his eyes, red and swollen. Or the sad droop to those same eyes that hold you captive. Or maybe itâs the subtle tremble in his hands, the fingers that hold tightly to your wrist, not to keep you there but to ground himself. âI donât wanna lose you,â he rasps out, shakily bringing your hand to his mouth, where he presses one airy kiss to your knuckles. âTell me ho-how to fix this and Iâll do it,â he pleads, a vulnerable look in his eyes.
Unable to withstand the sheer amount of agony on his expression, you look away. â___, please,â he chokes out, stumbling off the couch in his drunk and desperate haze until heâs kneeling in front of you. âI canât⊠I canât,â he sniffles, tears clouding those pretty eyes youâve come to love so much. âI donât know who I am without you.â
You clench your jaw. âYouâre Jeon Jungkook,â you murmur, slipping your hand out of his hold to run through his hair. Itâs knotted and a little too greasy, two things Jungkook would usually never allow. âThis yearâs Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award recipient,â you remind him, trailing your thumb across his cheekbone when he turns to look up at you with those big Bambi eyes. âSweet and shy, but you love being rowdy with your friends. You love movies and TV and organizing your shirts according to fabric type. You work harder than anyone I know and never complain. You date me, even though Iâm a huge child,â you smile sadly.
âNo!â he jumps, turning that frantic stare back into you. âY-Youâre notâ itâs not,â he stammers, words still slurring together. âIâm a liar,â he cries, resting his forehead on your knees. His shoulders shake. âI donât deserve you,â he weeps quietly. You place a hand on his shoulder. âY-Y-You make my life so much better, ___, so colorful and fun. I-I wish I knew you in high school,â he admits, âmaybe I wouldnât have been so emotionally constipated now.â
âYouâre not,â you reassure him softly.
He disagrees. âYou bring out the best,â he hiccups, âthe best in me.â Your heart skips in your chest. âI-I love you, you know that?â
You sputter, eyes wide at his sudden confession. âI⊠love you so much, yâknow? I think about you ev-every night, ___,â he rambles, eyes dreamily gazing off into some miscellaneous spot on the wall behind you. âI canât get you out of my head. Like you're a song, o-on repeat but itâs not annoying because itâs my favorite song, and I could listen to it for the rest of my life, yâknow? My favorite song, I know all the words b-because itâs all I think about! I love... My love⊠I love you so much.â
âKook,â you rush out, cheeks flaming as you try to pull him away from where heâs slumped over your legs. His passionate speech has you abuzz, body tingling everywhere until you feel overwhelmed, head spinning like youâre on a rollercoaster. âLetâs get you to bed.â
He nods sleepily, seemingly coming down from whatever alcohol induced rampage has allowed him to walk for an hour straight in this searing heat just to confess to you. âY-You donât have to say it back,â he continues to stutter as you guide him through the living room on wobbly legs. âI just-I justâ can I?â he babbles. âCan I love you, ___?â
You pass through the kitchen space, where whatever you were watching on Disney+ is blaring loudly. It distracts Jungkook for about two seconds before his attention returns to you. When you donât answer, he presses on. âIs that okay?â he asks, whirling around to face you, catching your shoulders in his hands. He towers over you by the entrance to your bedroom, dark curls tickling your forehead. His eyes are dark and glazed over, both in tears and an emotion so raw and unfiltered it squeezes around your chest until you canât breathe. âIs it okay for me to love you?â he murmurs softly, knocking his nose against yours.
Your cheeks blaze. âYes, th-thatâs fine, Kook,â you blubber, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart is also hammering away. âJust need you to go rest now, okay?â
He nods sleepily, nudging your nose with his one last time, like a soft almost-kiss, before letting you push him into the room. âYes, yes,â he breathes, his body finally crashing from his adrenaline spike. He flops down onto the bed unceremoniously, dark waves fanning across your pillows. You try to wiggle him out of his shirt, but it only gets about halfway up his chest before he blindly reaches for the covers. His legs stick out awkwardly, clad in the sweatpants youâve come to associate with him.
When heâs all swaddled up in your blanket he finally goes limp, tiny snores leaving his lips as he dozes away from reality. You sigh, pressing a palm to his forehead. Heâs still warm and clammy, but at this point, thereâs nothing you can do but wait for him to sober up.
With a final kiss to his forehead, you leave the room, closing the door behind you before sliding against the wooden surface. Thereâs a trapped bird in your chest, wildly flapping its wings in an effort to get out, and itâs all stupid Jungkookâs fault in the next room. Stupid Jungkook who demolished and remodeled your heart all in less than twenty-four hours. It doesnât calm down, even when you rush off into the kitchen for a glass of water, or when you try to immerse yourself in some other show on Disney+. It stays beating against your ribs and your chest until youâre forcing yourself to sit down on the couch and process.
He wakes up a little before dinner. You hear him from the living room, where youâre flicking through the options on Disney+ for the nth time that day. Youâve seen the first fifteen minutes of about twenty different series and movies by now, always growing antsy and abandoning them early on. The only reason you know heâs awake is because the shower turns on for a few minutes, and then his bare feet are heard padding across the hallway back into your room.
By the time he resurfaces in the living room, youâve resigned yourself to just more Phineas and Ferb, nonchalantly watching the silly cartoon. (Except youâre anything but nonchalant, and your heartbeat rings in your ears.)
Jungkook hovers by the door, clad in a pair of shorts heâs left here before, and a t-shirt you stole from him. âHey,â he says quietly, lingering by the doorframe. You nod back in response. âCan I watch with you?â Again, another nod. Â
Slinking over to the couch, heâs rather careful as he sits down, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. You donât even think he can see the screen of your laptop until he murmurs, âheâs my favorite character,â when Perry the Platypus appears on the screen.
You hum. âThought you didnât like these kids shows?â you ask. You donât mean it to sound as petty and backhanded as it comes out, but thatâs really no one's fault but his own.
Jungkookâs breathing tightens beside you. âNo,â he admits, âI donât. Only watch them because I know you like them.â You contemplate pausing the episode and engaging in a real conversation with him, but at this point, youâre very tired from the events of the last day. Jungkook doesnât press either, just shuffles more comfortably beside you.
You get about five minutes in, quiet chuckles shared between the two of you, before he strikes. âIâm sorry about yesterday,â he says, so hushed you almost donât hear it. His hand is resting in the space between you, pinky brushing against yours. âAbout⊠being late. And the presents.â
You inspire slowly. âThat wasn't even the problem, silly,â you brush off. From your peripheral, you see Jungkookâs slow nod. âI didnât want any presents,â you mention, âI just wanted you.â You look away from the screen immediately after, pretending like the spot on the ceiling is actually really interesting.
The two of you fall into silence, the animated characters on your screen rapidly chattering away. âOh,â Jungkook says after a moment.
You roll your eyes. Theyâre moist but you donât want him to see. âYeah, oh,â you parrot back softly, relaxing into the couch again. âDid you eat the food I left out?â
Jungkook shuffles beside you, the soft lull of the speakers soon being cut as he reaches over to pause Phineas and Ferb. A couple of seconds pass and then heâs leaning into you, head resting on your shoulder. âIâm sorry,â he apologizes again, placing a palm over the hand he had been teasing for the past few minutes. âI thought I knew what I was doing but I was wrong.â
His voice is so soft and sincere, it makes your chest ache. You try to burrow your face against your opposite shoulder, try to hide the stray tear that escapes out of the corner of your eye. âItâs fine,â you brush off, voice choked off and hoarse.
Jungkook leans up, pecks your cheek so tenderly it makes you go mushy. âNo, itâs not fine. I acted like a know-it-all and said something way out of line,â he murmurs, raising his head to look at you. His hand feels warm over yours. Itâs the touch you craved all day and yesterday, the warm feel of his body against yours. Youâre embarrassed at how easily you melt into it. âYouâre the best thing that has happened to me in a long time,â he tells you, holding your hand close to his chest. âI had no right to say those things to you.â
You sniffle, resting your head against his shoulder now. His heart beats loud enough for you to hear. âWas it true?â you mumble. âDo you really think of me like that?â
He shakes his head, his soft breaths fanning across your forehead. âNo, never,â he answers. âI think youâre incredible. My brain was just trying to justify my dumb anger.â
You nod, even if you donât believe it just yet. But that was a conversation for later, you suppose, sometime in the future when you arenât on the verge of tears and threatening to crumble apart at the simplest word that leaves his mouth.
âI should have come home like you wanted, thought about my words before saying them,â he says, snuggling closer to you. âIâm sorry.â
âStop,â you sniffle, covering your face with your free hand as he presses a kiss to the vein that runs over the back of the hand heâs holding captive. âNow it just sounds like I'm just being inconsiderate of your gifts and a crybaby.â
Jungkook kisses your temple softly, gently. âDonât think about the gifts,â he says. âJust tell me what you wanted to do, doll.â
His voice calms you, has you like putty in his arms. âWatch movies,â you mumble, toying with a thread on your couch cushion. âBe with you.â
He hums. âThen weâll do that,â he says, reaching for your laptop again. The screen nearly blinds you when it flickers back to life before you, Jungkookâs low breaths against your ear making it near impossible for you to process the titles on the screen. âYou liked Disney+?â
Belatedly, you nod. âI like the animated movies,â you admit quietly, the anxieties of before slowly melting away, even more so when he slides his arm around you, pulling you close against his chest.
Unlike other times where heâll critique the hell out of such childish films, Jungkook says nothing as he starts up the Zootopia movie instead, the same one you had wanted to show him before, right from the beginning. âThat bunny looks like you,â you murmur when Judy Hopps first appears on the screen.
Jungkook snorts. âYou say that about every cartoon bunny.â
You turn your head to glance at him over your shoulder. He meets your gaze with a small smile you return. âItâs because youâre so cute,â you say softly, lips twisting playfully when his cheeks grow scarlet.
He knocks his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. âNot cute, just lucky,â he chuckles. âLucky enough to have you.â Your heart turns over in your chest, threatening to burst out of your rib cage at his words. You try to turn in his arms. Before you can say the words that have been sitting on the tip of your tongue for months now, heâs beating you to it once again. âI love you,â he confesses in a hushed whisper, no alcoholic influence.Â
Something inside of you blossoms, eyes wide as he chastely kisses you. He pulls away without you ever reacting, too caught up in surprise to kiss him back properly. He stays close, curls tickling your forehead as he leans over you. âYou donât have to say it back, I just wanted you to know. I love you,â he says again, long lashes blinking down at you. âSo much. It makes me feel like a stupid teenager again, going to the mall to buy a gift for my crush.â He laughs sheepishly, reaching down to tangle your fingers together. âIs that okay?â he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
It mirrors the confession heâd given you that morning, those slurred words and teary eyes. It had been difficult to pinpoint the legitimacy of it before, the meaning scrambled by his hazy mind. But with him staring at you like this now, like you single-handedly plucked the stars from the sky to put them in those sparkly eyes of his, it makes something inside you ache.
Still, you choke on your own spit. âI-Is it okay for you to love me?â you sputter incredulously, realizing the oddity of the same question heâd thrown at you earlier. But now, youâre both sober and you can really tear apart that sentence. Jungkook nods a little too seriously for your liking. âAre you crazy?â He blinks in confusion, brows pulling together as you slowly but surely lose the last bits of your sanity. âYouâre an idiot, Jeon Jungkook,â you huff, âa stupidly handsome, rich, walking dream, idiot who goes out with stupid girls like me.â
âNot stupid,â he murmurs, closing in on you again as he finally understands the truth behind your masked insults. He smells minty and like his favorite body wash of yours.
âNo,â you deny. âYouâre actually, like, insane. You have a bachelor pad, make enough money to sustain an entire litter of kittens, look and talk like every teenage girlâs dream boyfriendâ but you mess it all up by dating evil, conniving hoes like me who lose their shit over Disney cartoons.â He says nothing, watching you with an amused grin as you talk over yourself, basically regurgitating his statement from yesterday except it kinda seems plausible now that youâre over it. âItâs stupid. No, youâre stupid. Noâ Iâm stupid.â
Jungkook chuckles, kissing the corner of your mouth gently. âDone?â he says, a dimple appearing on his cheek. You could kiss it away, but you need him to know the amount of stupidity in this room was astronomically high. âYouâre not stupid, baby,â he says. You level him with a look. âWell. You have your moments.â
âMoments?â you repeat, standing up in a hurry that has him flopping down beside you. Your laptop is lost somewhere on the cushions, the voices faded as they grow farther away. âI am so stupid. I called Namjoon a whore for taking you out for lunch!â you cry. âI am the stupidest person in the world.â
Jungkook cackles, standing up beside you. âYes, yes, youâre my stupid girl,â he teases, tapping the pout on your lips playfully. âSo stupid she slanders herself instead of just telling me she loves me too.â He bumps your noses together, dark eyes staring at you almost daringly after his claim.
You fold soon enough. âI love you,â you mumble, âeven if Iâm too stupid to say it.â
He rewards your confession with a kiss, pulling you into his arms soon after. He sighs, almost wistfully. âWhatever shall I do with my very stupid girl?â
After exactly three minutes of feeling safe and loved in his arms, he abandons the living room in favor of leading you back to your room, where he pushes you down against your mattress. You cling to him, leaving him positioned over you at an angle. His chest presses against yours, arm curled around the back of your head. âGotta get up, baby,â he laughs.
You shake your head, caging him in your arms. âNuh-uh,â you murmur, legs wiggling when he places a hand on your hip.
Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear. âYour movie is still playing in the other room,â he reminds you, thumb drawing soothing circles on your hip. You donât release him, his mindless touch only encouraging you to keep him close. âBabe?â
You say nothing, relishing in the comfort of Jungkookâs presence. His hair smells good and feels even softer against the side of your face. The cotton shirt he found is crumpled beneath your fists, dark blue pattern wrinkling. Finally coming to terms with his new home, Jungkook eventually relaxes into your hold with a sigh.
âAlright,â he hums, patting your hip as he repositions himself more comfortably. âI get it. My pretty girl mustâve missed me, huh?â You nod, soaking in every detail about him in this moment. Jungkook shifts, the hand on your hip suddenly falling over your thigh instead. âOr should I say my stupid girl?â he purrs, hand slipping between your thighs. âMy stupid, little girl?â
A gasp catches in your throat when he runs his fingers over the front of your panties. Your legs kick out wildly at the sudden touch, toes curling at the hands you dreamt about all day and night. âOh,â you pant, each brush of his fingers feeling better than the last.
âWhat?â he says, mouthing against the side of your neck. His tongue feels warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. âToo dumb to speak?â he scoffs, biting down against a particular spot on your neck. You whimper, unsure if itâs because of his hands or his mouth.
âN-No,â you try to sneer back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands are getting braver now, the pad of his pointer finger dancing over your engorged clit. The sheer material of your panties certainly doesnât help, each touch feeling like itâs being magnified three times over. And if it felt this good with underwear, you canât even begin to imagine how itâd feel without.
You donât have to ponder for long, because soon after Jungkook is slipping his hand beneath your waistband, touching your sensitive pussy head-on. âKook.â
He uses your momentary vulnerability to ease himself from your hold, finally recoiling enough to smother your mouth with his. You moan in surprise, thighs quivering as he gets to work circling your hardened bud sans your panties. Jungkook isnât the least bit kind as he kisses you ruthlessly, likes heâs trying to compensate for something with his movements. When he finally pulls away itâs with an obnoxious pop and cherry red lips. He huffs, glancing down to see where heâs got his fingers pleasuring you.
Your thighs are squirming back and forth, closing around his hand every few seconds. Jungkook snorts. âHuh, look at that,â he mutters, trailing down until his fingers are gliding over your quickly sopping folds. âStupid girl is good for something.â
Your cheeks burn. âKook, Iâm notââ
Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed glare. âNot what? Not stupid? But I couldâve sworn you just spent the last few minutes saying you were,â he drones meanly, landing one light slap against your cunt that makes your hips buck.
You bite down a whimper. âI was justâŠâ you trail off, eyes rolling back when he teases one finger against your opening.
âKidding?â he supplies. âWell, I wasnât.â Your heart stutters in your chest, eyes growing wide as he finally pushes himself off of you, propping himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze is dark and unrecognizable. âI think youâre so fucking stupid, doll,â he sneers. âAnd what are you gonna do about it?â
You should have seen this moment coming, the manifestation of that shiny side of the coin finally reaching its full potential.
While Jungkook wasnât exactly shy about his interests, he certainly wasnât tripping over himself to tell you every new kinky thing he wanted to try. You sort of guessed he had some interest in this sort of play a few weeks ago when you watched the Barbie movie at his place. A lot of that night had branded itself into your three am wet dreams, but there was one particular moment that stood out to you. That was you, on your knees, with him condescendingly patting your head. Or just last week, you vaguely remember the term slipping through his lips as he pleasured you with The Bullet Bestie.
The thing about Jungkook was that, until last night, he would have never admitted, or so much as even thought, that he was better than you. That was fine because you would say it enough for the both of you anyway. Did you think Jungkook was amazing, an absolute diamond among these measly rocks? Absolutely. (Were you slightly biased because you were his girlfriend? Skip.) However, you also had this insane evil villain complex that made you want to brag about everything you possibly could, especially if that meant bragging about your boyfriend.
Realistically speaking, he was better than you, that much you could look past yesterdayâs anger to admit, and not even in a stuck-up, conceited way; he had a really good job, an architecturally amazing house, and a hot girlfriend. Meanwhile, you had a mediocre job, an okay apartment, and an insanely sexy Calvin Klein boyfriend, half of which he had pointed out yesterday. Regardless of how powerful that third factor was, he still outnumbered you three to one.
Sue you, Jungkook was amazing. Anyone could see that! Except, maybe, himself.
And if the only time Jungkook would openly brag about his greatness or establish how much better than you he was, was in a post-fight, sex-induced setting, then you were more than happy to be his punching bag. So long as it was on your terms, and not as a result of his weirdly bottled up feelings.
(Yeah, you would have a long talk about that tomorrow.)
But for now, you pout up at him, clamping your thighs shut purposefully. âYouâre stupid too,â you defend, âstupid and mean.â
Something in his expression changes. Suddenly, heâs moving at superhuman speed as he snatches his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. âMean?â he mocks. âIsnât that what you always wanted?â You shiver, fingers wrapping around the wrist that holds your sweater. âWanted me to be mean and push you around like a little rag doll?â
Jungkook looks at you for another two seconds, before heâs slowly pulling away from you, leaning back on his knees. His tongue is pressing against the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening from the movement. âBaby,â he says so quietly it instills a prickle of fear in you, tainted with delicious excitement.
âYeah?â you whisper, sitting up tentatively as you watch him, He was a bit frightening, like a wild animal about to devour you whole.
Jungkook rolls his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins tugging off his shirt. You salivate at the sight, too focused on the sinewy muscles of his body to catch the dark gaze he levels your way. He throws it off to the side, his sleeve of tattoos that wraps around his bicep and begins to crawl down his chest wonderfully unobstructed now. âEyes up here,â he says and you quickly meet his gaze. He leans forward, muscled arms coming to cage you against the headboard. âStupid little sluts donât have the room to make such comments,â he rasps out, unamused expression adorning his normally soft features. âDonât you think so?â
âI-I donât know,â you stammer, leaning away as he comes closer and closer, eventually just turning your head to the side to avoid that emotionless look. Itâs the wrong move, and Jungkook lets you know as much by forcefully digging his fingers into your cheeks and turning your face back around to meet his gaze.
A hand grabs beneath your knee, tugging harshly until youâre flopping down onto your back with a squeal. You settle with his knee pressed hotly against your core. Jungkook stays towering over you. âDumb little girls who make me watch cartoons,â he spits, tracing a hand over your chest, molding your breasts beneath his hands roughly enough to make you gasp. âAnd watch little animal movies on Disney+. Arenât they just so stupid?â
âSo stupid,â you concede, subtly shifting your hips for some desperately needed friction. Jungkook snorts, finally granting you your wish with one rough slide of his thigh against your core.
âI agree,â he says, and surprises you with a hand around your throat as he leans in to properly grind his thigh into you. âAll theyâre good for is being dumb little sluts with good pussy,â he murmurs darkly, thumb pressing into the side of your neck forcefully. âSometimes, they donât even do anything,â Jungkook continues, his other hand on your hip hauling you higher up his thigh. You mewl, soaked panties rubbing roughly against your folds. You miss the soft swirl of his thumb, the gentle prod of his fingers. Even so, you canât deny this change in Jungkook is doing something to you, riling up a part of you that you hadnât known existed. Maybe itâs the horniness from yesterday that was left unfulfilled, the one year anniversary sex that was put on pause. âJust lay there and take it, too fucked out and dumb to say anything.â
His fingers loosen for the briefest of seconds and you gasp for breath. âThatâs terrible,â you whimper, rolling your hips up into his thigh, so close to his swollen cock.
Jungkook chuckles without an ounce of humor, pressing your foreheads together as he helps grind you to completion. âIsnât it? I think that stupid little girl is cute though.â
âIâm sorry,â you blurt, vision spotting as he tightens his hand back around your throat. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you moan, stomach tight from all the stimulation.
Jungkook hums, slowing you down with a tight grip on your waist. âHm, what are you sorry for?â he croons, pink lips pulling into an evil smile. âYou said you werenât that stupid girl, __.â
You shake your head, trying to roll your hips up again but heâs holding you too tightly now, rendering you immobile beneath him. âI am,â you choke out shamefully, grabbing at the hand on your hip in a feeble attempt to remove it. âI am a stupid little girl.â
Jungkook smirks, leaning down to slot his mouth over yours. âThatâs right,â he murmurs, ânothing but a dumb little slut.â
You shiver, opening your mouth when he slides his tongue against your bottom lip. Heâs not the slightest bit nice, and more messy than usual. He pulls away with a bite to your lower lip, meeting your trembling gaze with that same unrecognizable glint in his eyes. âCome on, dummy, keep up,â he snarks before devouring you again. You try to, you really do, but heâs moving like an animal today, despite his slow and drunken movements from that morning. So you end up with his saliva dripping down your throat, clinging to the corners of your lips as he begins slowly grinding you against his thigh again. He flashes you a wicked smile, pearly teeth on display for you as he glances down at your messy appearance.
âAre you gonna touch me?â you ask, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook purses his lips together in thought.
âMmm,â he hums. âDonât know yet.â
You whine. âJungkook, please,â you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist. âI need you.â
Jungkook chuckles, running his hand up your waist and taking your shirt with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouths at your neck. âCute,â he says. âCanât do it yourself?â
You tremble, chest arching into him as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. âI-I can,â you gasp. âJust feels better with you.â
Jungkook follows your statement with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. âWhy? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?â
Your cheeks heat up at his blatant ego rearing its head, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. You say nothing, and that only eggs Jungkook on. âCome onnn,â he teases, finally, finally rolling his hips down onto your core. You squeak, head falling back against the pillows as youâre granted the one thing youâd been chasing. âSay it.â
âSay what?â you ask, voice wobbly as he continues to slowly rut against you, the front of his shorts pressing against the soaked crotch area of your panties. âOh, oh, Jungkook,â you whine.
Suddenly he bites down harshly, teeth digging painfully into your skin. You yelp in surprise, pussy throbbing at the pain that shoots throughout your body. Jungkook pulls away and doesnât bother soothing over it as he leans up to capture your jaw this time. âSay youâre a stupid little slut who canât do anything without me,â he purrs, kisses too soft for the words he says.
Your mind blanks, torn between the humiliating phrase he wants you to say and properly checking him in his place. In the end, itâs with a twisted need to please him that youâre repeating the words back to him. âI-Iâm a stupid slut,â you whimper, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he continues pushing you right along the edge. The rope pulled tightly in your core is slowly being pulled apart, threads hanging on for dear life. âCanât... can't do anything without...â
âWithout who?â he asks, reaching down and untying the front of his shorts. âCanât do anything without who, baby?â
âWithout you, without you,â you cry, bucking your hips up against his, the combined movements of both your bodies making you shake like a leaf. âAh, K-Kook,â you wail, hips stuttering as your orgasm finally swallows you up. Your panties quickly grow wet and icky from your own arousal that pools between your thighs. Jungkook lets you writhe beneath him as you chase your high, mouth sucking a pretty blossom against your jaw.
You know better than to expect the night to end here, especially after seeing the glint that had been in his eyes as he watched you unravel.
He leans close, letâs his nose brush against yours as you catch your breath. âSo perfect for me,â he groans, slotting his lips against yours. You can barely keep up with him, languidly going along with his hot tongue. âPerfect, perfect girl,â he murmurs, a stark change from the less than friendly adjectives he used just moments before. âTell me you love me?â he says softly.
You nod, mind fuzzy as you wrap your arms around his neck. âLove you,â you exhale, letting your fingers knot in his hair. Your proclamation does something to him, makes him grind the front of his cotton shorts hard against you. For someone that was often rough and brutal with you in bed, he sure was sensitive to the mushiest of things.
âDonât deserve you,â he huffs, hot breath fanning across your skin. He switches gears fairly quickly. âTell me you hate me,â he begs hoarsely, rutting against your soiled panties. âTell me Iâm a piece of shit and you could do better without me,â he pleads, voice too airy to be another one of his usual sex-induced thoughts.
You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he rolls his hips. âItâs not true,â you whisper, âI love you more than youâll ever understand.â
Jungkook groans, suddenly winding back and tearing your ruined panties down your legs. You gasp in surprise, letting him haul you about in his blind, self-inflicted rage. âStupid, stupid,â he huffs, though at this point you canât tell who itâs directed at. With your underwear out of the way, he wastes no time plunging his fingers back into your cunt, bypassing the tight ring of muscle around it without any of his usual care. âYou should hate me,â he snarls, lips pressed against your ear.
You moan, back arching at the sudden pleasure that blossoms between your thighs. âI-I donât,â you gasp, toes curling.
Jungkook groans, the sound traveling down your spine and straight into your pussy. âStupid girl,â he huffs, slipping an arm around you to pull you so close until you canât breathe, chests lined up together. His skin is warm to the touch, scorching almost. âFuck,â he groans, curling his fingers inside of you. You whimper and moan, incapable of staying still beneath him as he tortures you with a thumb to your clit. âTell me you hate me,â he seethes again.
Despite the fog thatâs settled over your mind, you still manage a resolute shake of your head. âN-no,â you cry, digging your nails into his back. They run dark red lines over his skin, making him hiss at the sting.
Whatever punishment heâs trying to put himself through is falling through with your refusal to admit such a thing. It aggravates him even more, your adamant stance on loving him so, and heâs retracting his fingers before you can cum again. âPlease,â he chokes, face tucked into your neck. Heâs sloppy with his movements; as he pulls his shorts down and kicks them away, he nearly suffocates you with his weight. âI donât deserve you, ___, please.â
âI love you,â you whimper for lack of explanation. Jungkook leans back, that same madman gaze in his glossy eyes. Heâs looking at you in disbelief almost, pouty lips puckered and swollen. Your hands slip from around him, falling on either side of your head.
Like a cobra he strikes, collecting your wrists in one hand he pins above your head. The sudden movement has him leaning in close, lips brushing over yours. His lashes are coated in a wetness he refuses to acknowledge, looking at you like you drive him insane. âIf you ever try to leave me,â he whispers, jerky breath fanning over your skin, âIâll lose my mind.â
He loves you so much it aches.
âI wonât,â you whimper, feeling your own eyes well up with an emotion that consumes every inch of your being. âIâll never leave you, you stupid, stupid boy.â
A faint smile crosses his features at your words, lips quirking to the side. You relish in it for all of two seconds before heâs ramming his cock into you, your sensitive walls spawning around him. You sob loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. Your legs instinctively hook themselves around his waist, digging into the base of his spine as he rolls his hips into you.
You feel full and complete like he belongs there in this moment and every moment after this. It makes your heart constrict painfully. Jungkookâs soft groans follow your more unraveled noises, the vulgar slapping of skin on skin the underlying melody to it all. âFfffuck,â he spits, greedily swallowing your moans up. You whine, arms bucking in an effort to hold him close. But heâs determined in his act of restraining you, long fingers tightening around your wrists until they hurt. âI warned you, didnât I?â he huffs, snapping his hips into you.
Your walls clench around his hard cock, the drag as he exits sending shivers throughout your body. Jungkookâs body towers over you, glistening in sweat as he nails you into your mattress. âRemember what I said?â he asks, voice but a shuddery exhale. You shake your head numbly, overwhelmed by the rough drag across your walls. âAll those months ago, when you first came over,â he adds. The hand on your hip abandons its post to cup you beneath the jaw, palm pressing sinfully against your throat enough to block the tiniest of airflow. âIâll fuck you and keep you forever,â he murmurs, voice deeper than the pits of hell. He licks a fat stripe over your cheek like youâre nothing but a sweet for him to devour. âDo you remember that, pretty girl?â
You nod jerkily, hips arching up into him when he thrusts into you again. Itâs a memory that replays in your mind every so often, your first night with the man you had planned to humiliate over a mere misunderstanding, now your boyfriend of one year. âWant that,â you gasp, tears blurring your vision when he begins picking up the pace. âWanna be y-your pretty girl forever.â
Jungkook groans, kissing the corner of your mouth. His thighs are some magnificent beings, keeping his pace consistent even as he loses himself in his overwhelming need to kiss you. âAlways,â he manages, soft lips pressed against yours. âI wonât ever let you leave.â
A shriek tears itself from your lips as he picks up that harsh piston, releasing your jaw to hold both wrists above your head. It makes his curls dangle in front of his eyes, covering that beautiful dark gaze. It makes his thin little necklace swing back and forth too, though itâs too small to actually touch your face. The rhythmic swing has you hypnotized, just like everything else about Jungkook.
With the length of his hair, youâre left staring at his lips, pulled taut between his pearly white teeth. The word from before sits heavy in your chest, begs to drip from the tip of your tongue. But heâs moving too fast and too hard, scrambling your thoughts until all you can think about is the cock plunging into your heat. His name falls from your mouth like mindless blubber instead, arms thrashing as your second orgasm swallows you up. It sends you crashing, body spasming as the sheer euphoria waves over you slowly and then all at once.
âPerfect,â he grunts, leaning down to slot his mouth against yours, âmy perfect girl.â Your cum makes the sound of his hips erotic, the loud squelching following your panting. Still sensitive from your high, your body unconsciously tightens around him, keeps his cock from fully leaving. It brings a soft whine out of Jungkook, one he tries to muffle against the side of your face.
âInside,â you whimper, even though your body feels like jelly beneath him. âCum inside, Kook, please,â you beg.
It only takes a few more thrusts into your leaking hole for him to finally reach paradise, hips stuttering when that first shot of pleasure hits him. âFuck, fuck,â he growls, wildly snapping his hips into your achy cunt. You moan, feeling just about brainless at the overstimulation. His cum leaves you full, almost makes your belly bulge from it. When heïżœïżœs done he doesnât bother pulling away, simply slumping into your limp form. His cock, though quickly softening, serves as a plug for the cum threatening to spill out of you.
Thereâs a muted noise coming from the other room, the faint sound of the mail slipping through your letterbox, the quiet chattering of the street outside. And of course, the loud blaring of your laptop playing the Phineas and Ferb theme song. Jungkook registers it at about the same time as you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.
He pushes off of you soon after, leaning on his palms over you. Heâs got that molten look on his eyes, the heat of a thousand suns burning behind those irises as he looks at you. Like he canât get enough, even though heâs just about taken everything there is to take. âLove you,â he murmurs quietly.
A drop of sweat rolls over his forehead, clinging to the end of his eyebrow. You reach up and brush it away, let your hand trail down his face to cup his cheek. Immediately he leans into the touch, eyes falling half shut. âLove you more,â you respond.
âImpossible,â he scoffs.
Soon after youâre both stumbling out of bed, clothes haphazardly shrugged back on as you drift through the living room. Thereâs a thin, hot pink package sitting at the door, just having slipped through the letterbox; the stark Sexuality Unleashed logo is printed on the visible side, so you have to wonder what Doyeon could have possibly ordered this time that could be so thin. The laptop is awkwardly sandwiched next to a throw pillow, barely open a crack. Jungkook retrieves it, sets it on his lap as you scamper over to the couch.
âMore Phineas and Ferb?â he asks quietly. He hates it, you know he does. And still, he wants to watch it with you.
You nod. âPlease.â
He isnât so concerned with the plot as you, clicking some random episode to start. You snuggle into his side, quietly singing along to the opening. After a moment, Jungkook speaks again. âPhineas and Flirt?â he offers cheekily.
You roll your eyes. âThat mightâve been your worst one yet,â you sigh, trying to drown out his indignant huff by focusing on the screen.
âI donât exactly see you coming up with these,â he points out, obviously feeling wronged.
Without missing a beat you say, âDisney+ and bust.â
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Robin Jason, a friend and ally of the Titans.
PART 1.
Last Friday I was feeling extra rage-y after the news about the Titans mini with the Titans show line-up of heroes. I still think that a) Jason shouldnât be considered a Titan or be in the team as Red Hood and b) that him going back to wearing a bat symbol on his chest is just bad but as @randomlut said there is a possibility of that book not being set in DCâs current universe and if thatâs the case then okay, I will not complain about it anymore.
But this post isnât about that Titans book itâs about Jasonâs Robinâs appearances in volume two of the New Teen Titans!
Now, this wonât be an in-depth review of those issues from a story point of view, it will be a post in which I talk about Jasonâs characterization and interactions with the Titans. Maybe I will even dive a little bit into why I think that the interactions that Jason and Roy have in those issues makes the relationship that they had in New52 very out of place.
Letâs begin!
·        NTT (1984) #19
Jason as Robin appears here only in the last page of the issue. After the current team of the Titans appears to be falling apart Donna calls Jason and others to help in a mission, this team that she puts together resembles the âoriginalâ line-up with Robin, Speedy, (Kid) Flash, Aqualad and Hawk.
·        NTT (1884) #20-21
Jason appears in the Titans tower along the OG Titans, when Donna finally tells them what the mission is all about (stopping Cheshire from interrupting a meeting) she asks if they are in on the job, Jason is not only excited about being there but about Batman actually letting him come all the way to the tower. A little bit of what Jason thinks or saw in Bruce is shown when Wally says that he âdidnât think the Batman could be thrilled by anything. He is always so grim.â
Basically, what Jason says is that the Bat isnât that bad if you get to know him and that he cares about Jasonâs education outside of vigilantism. Also, Jason seems to be grateful and very receptive of the things that Bruce taught him, he regards him as a very good mentor.
After everyone decides to help, they get on their jet. Here we have a very important interaction between Jason and Donna, she is telling him how she is feeling about the attitude of the rest of the team and about how she is a little bit lost now that she is in charge of the Titans and then she asks what Robin thinks about the whole thing, Jason is obviously thrilled once more, someone as experienced as Donna is asking him for his opinion? It blows his mind away! Batman never does that, he is always following his lead and never has a say on what they do so, to him, helping the Titans is only getting better and maybe he will ask the Bat to let him join them permanently.
Because they were talking Donna wasnât paying much attention while flying and after they barely avoid crashing the jet, she apologizes to everyone and once more looks for reassurance with Jason, this time Jason is caught off guard but after Hawk teases him about his hesitation he tells her that âeverythingâs okayâ.
When they arrive to Switzerland (where the meeting will be held) we have Jasonâs first interaction with Roy Harper and him also slowly transforming into a burrito, that boy was cold and pissed off about it!
Itâs really funny to me that Roy talking about Oliverâs pervy arrows is his very first interaction with Jason, who would have thought that a mad man would later make them besties?
They all go inside a building to get warm and for a while Jason is just chilling while the other Titans are all having an existential crisis, because here is the thing, Jason is a kid, he was presumably 14 here while all the other are in their twenties. Donna is having trouble with her new position as leader of the Titans, Wally is trying to live up to Barry, Garth is grieving his love, Roy is still very uncomfortable about being on a mission that involves Cheshire and Hank is just crazy. The others are trying to complete a mission while their real-life problems loom over them and Jason is just on an adventure with cool people.
Its not much later than Cheshire attacks the Titans, she first takes on Wally because he is her biggest threat and then detonates a bomb, now here I will give a little bit of context, Cheshire does not want to kill the Titans as of now, she just wants to incapacitate them because them being there is making her own mission more complicated, all I will say is that she doesnât truly have villainous intentions and that she has a very weak spot for Roy.
Anyway, the bomb incapacitates Garth and Roy and Cheshire also managed to shoot Wally so only Donna, Hank and Jason are left standing to capture Cheshire, but here is the thing, Hank doesnât want to capture her, he wants to kill her.
Jason has interacted very few times with Hank so far and it has always been Hank teasing him but now as Jason is going to fight Cheshire Hank interrupts him telling him that he will do âwhat has to be doneâ. Cheshire of course wont fall easily and I think that at this very moment she is thinking that killing Hank wouldnât be a bad idea because he is going to mess her plans up! But not to worry as she is raising her gun Jason comes in to save his ass!
Jason is not a match for Cheshire and after that she quickly subdues him. But whatâs important here is two things, first Jason doesnât want or consider the idea of killing Jade, he just wants to capture her and bring her to justice, secondly, he doesnât even want her to kill Hank, who has been violent towards every Titan and rude to Jason every single time that he has interacted with him. What I am trying to say is that this IS Robin Jason, he doesnât think or act the same as Red Hood will in the future, he has his opinions on what punishments killers should get but he is not there to kill anyone himself.
There is this whole page where Donna beats Hank against a tree so he stops killing, because thatâs not what the Titans do, she explains that if they do that then the public (that is already quite afraid of them) will just fear them more and they donât need that, plus she believes that he is acting that way out of grief after losing his brother, as she is saying all of this though she is putting quite a lot of pressure on his chest and that might have ended up in her actually killing Hank if Jason hasnât been there to stop her.
Donna is obviously not having a good time and after this she says that she âhas had itâ and that from now on Robin should âtake commandâ because âits his group anywayâ. Oh manâŠits clear to the reader that Donna is not having a good time being team leader but she also misses a certain person a lot. She is obviously not seeing Jason there, she is seeing Dick, the person that she is used to take orders from but he is not there.
Jason is aware of this, he might be a kid and might not have as many problems as the other Titans as of now but he is not a fool and he doesnât want people to see someone else when they look at him, so he confronts Donna about what she just said/did.
Jason is just great in this scene; he just doesnât want people that he admires to treat him as if he were someone that he isnât. Just because Dick isnât there doesnât mean that he (because he is Robin) can replace him, they are not the same person and they do not have the same experience. He calls out Donna on her behaviour towards him and Donna being an adult takes responsibly for her actions and understands that ultimately, she was hurting Jasonâs feelings. We have a kinda wholesome moment when they hug but because this is written by Marv Wolfman and he just canât help himself, he proceeds to write Jason as a horny teenager. What a way to ruin the moment MarvâŠ
Back to Cheshire, she is about to kick Wallyâs face in when she decides to first tell him what he has to tell the others when they wake up, which is âCheshire remembersâ.
Wally tells the Titans Cheshireâs message but none of them truly understands what it means, Hank says that he doesnât even understand why they are alive. Donna comes to the conclusion that Cheshire might want something from them and this is where Jason gives his thoughts, he says âDoesnât matter what she wants. We take care of her. Sheâs a killer.â, its clear once more than although Jason (as Robin) wouldnât kill anyone he does feel a certain type of way about criminals and wants them to be locked up.
After yet another verbal fight between Hank and Donna the Titans take a cable car to their next location, Jason is shown as exited about the view and the whole experience once more. When they arrive, they find Faraday (the guy that called Donna for help in #19) and he explains a bit more the situation but Jason once more is having trouble staying warm so he goes to the cable car tunnel nearby, but he doesnât go alone, Roy goes with him because his âcostume wasnât made for this kind of weather eitherâ, in this second interaction between these two we get to see Jasonâs detective skills shine.
Jason has been watching Roy and he found his reaction to Cheshireâs message quite sus. Not only is he showing his detective skills here but he also said in a previous panel this: âThe Batman keeps telling me to watch peopleâs eyes. And every so often I notice you become awfully agitatedâŠlike something was going on you didnât want to be part ofâ.  Zdarsky, hey pal, I am talking to you, look at this dude! He read Roy like an open book, this is Robin Jason, he likes being Robin and he is brilliant at it, he is methodical because he learnt from paying attention and working with Batman, so, you sir are wrong, not only did UtRH disprove your dumb narrative but so does this interaction (along all his appearances in this book).
Roy is impressed by the kid, and yeah, he calls him kid because he is a kidâŠRoy is visibly older than Jason as he should, do you see it Lobdell? Yeah, there is no dubious age gap between those two as you made it seem. Roy is impressed because between both of them he is the one that is most experienced, not the other way around. How did Lobdell manage to make up a whole as run where not only were Roy and Jason close in age and besties but also Jason was better at vigilantism than Roy and Roy was the one being impressed. Itâs wild, wild and bad.
Back to the issue, Jason taken out of the fight quite fast once more by Cheshire and she proceeds to talk to Roy, thatâs where we find out that they were lovers and that she feels weak when she is around him because he makes her feel feelings but thatâs not all, she tells Roy that he is âthe man that fathered my childâ âŠOh and now she does want to kill him. Thatâs where #20 ends, so letâs see what happens with Jason in #21.
In the beginning of #21 Jason is conscious once more and when he hears Cheshireâs threat, he attacks her so she canât shoot Roy, he also says this âSorry âcatâ thatâs a definite no-no. Donât you know mommyâs and daddies should never fightâ I, I donât know why he had to say it like thatâŠthe 80s were weird. While Jason is being himself Roy is thinking âDonât be cocky kid, Jade hasnât got a sense of humourâŠâ but because he wants to talk to Jade, he tells Jason to go, that he will handle Cheshire and he leaves.
Roy and Jade talk, Donna and Hawk are fighting bad guys and each other and at some point, Jason joins Garth and helps him take down a couple of guys, he also tries to make conversation with him but Garth is still not talking to anybody.
Cheshire tells Roy that he will never hear about their child again and that he needs to let her do her thing and stay out of it because he doesnât understand whatâs going on, Roy doesnât do what she asks and she âpoisonsâ him. Donna saves a guy that Hank was trying to kill. After Cheshire leaves Roy comes to the conclusion that she wasnât there to kill the people from the meeting or that she poisoned him, but because they were there and everything went to shit now the people that were getting together are blaming the Titans for the interruption. The whole thing is a mess and the news channel are not nice about the Titans as a whole, but I am not interested in exploring that here. All you need to know is that the people that made Cheshire do what she did to the Titans were the Brother Blood people.
Itâs on the jet that we see Jason again, he and the others are going back to the tower. Because the news are painting the Titans as bad when they are arriving to the tower Jason sees a lot of people protesting about them and he feels bad. This was his first job with the Titans and he is a kid, imagine how sad it would make you if you wanted to help and after getting the job done people were mad at you. But even though he is sad about that he takes time to ask Roy if he is okay after he sees him almost running away from the tower, he doesnât get a response but he isnât mad about it.
Jasonâs stay with the Titans comes to and end and he says that he loved hanging out with them and is grateful for having been invited, he is so sweet!
·        NTT (1884) #24
Here, for some reason, we see Jason saying goodbye to the Titans again and unlike at the end of #21 Roy is there to see him leave.
I am not going to lie though; I liked this goodbye better it feels like itâs more complete than the other one. Here he says that Batman wants him back in Gotham but that if the Titans ever need him again all they need to do is call. He also mentions Nightwing which is funny because he will be called by Donna again in #26 to help the Titans get Dick back from Brother Bloods Church.
I am going to cut this part here because issues 26 to 31 have a lot of Jason content that I want to explore and I canât put any more pictures here, also this post is already long as it is now!
I just love Jasonâs little moments in these issues, him confronting Donna and reading Roy like and open book in #20 are my absolute favourite, I just think this is a nice way to kinda show how wrong some current characterizations of Robin Jason are and what better way to do that than reading and looking into some good stories.
Oh! Before I forget, in #21 Roy leaves the Titansâ tower to go see Jade and he actually gets to meet his daughter Lian for the first time, so yeah, that was a wholesome moment!
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Nothing For Me
Part 7
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     You and MJâs relationship continued to grow as time went on.Â
     As she started her first year of high school, you worked on yourself, wanting to be good for her.
     Overtime, you learned how to process and deal with things better. You focused on yourself and your developing relationship with MJ and needless to say, things started to look up.Â
     The âpresent but not really present fatherâ thing didnât affect you as much as it did, but it was still there. It was one of the only things you hadnât fully processed and to be honest, you didnât think you ever could.Â
     Your father is there, and has been aware of presence for almost a decade. And not once has he given you any type of consolation or love like a father should. You would think after Pepper was getting more involved in his life and forcing him to clean up (most of) his act, he would open his eyes and realize that a whole human being was living with him, waiting for him to realize that they were supposed to be relying on him; not an AI built in the comfort of their room.Â
     But nope. Absolutely nothing changed. If anything, things got worse.Â
     He was away more often, focusing on the Avengers. Or he was with Pepper, the new love of his life.Â
     You tried not to linger on the situation often, knowing it would only lead to pain in your chest. So you just stuffed it in the back of your mind, hoping one day that the pain would just lessen all together.Â
     About two months ago, you and MJ had decided to make things official after going on your first date. At first you talked about how fast the two of you were going, but Michelle simply said âweâll be u-haul lesbians then.â That was the end of the conversation.Â
     Currently, you and your girlfriend were facetiming. You wouldâve made the trek to her house but she was about to study and you both knew that youâd distract her. Plus the two of you were due for some time away from each other considering the fact that youâre at her place almost everyday.Â
     âOkay, so I found this recipe the other day and Iâm just now remembering it.â
     MJ looks at you confused, âOkay?âÂ
     You roll your eyes playfully.
     âI wanted to try it with you. After my ban from your place has been lifted.âÂ
     âItâs not a ban,â she chuckled.
     âWell, it sure as hell feels like one ba-â   âMr. Stark has arrived with a guest,â M.I.A cut you off.Â
     âWho is this guest?âÂ
     âSecretary of State, Thaddues Ross,â the AI replied, pulling up pictures of the man.Â
     âHey M, Iâm gonna call you back.â
     âYeah, yeah,â she nods, looking a little concerned. âTake all the time you need. Let me know if everythingâs okay.â
     The two of you give your goodbyes and you ask M.I.A to pull up the live footage from the conference room.
     âPerspective. The world owes the Avengers an un-payable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives⊠but while a great a=many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word âvigilantesâ, is what you first hear when you start watching.Â
     Immediately your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.Â
     âAnd what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?â Natasha asks.
     âHow about âdangerousâ?â he replies. âWhat would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?â
     The secretary activates a screen behind him which begins to play the previous battles the Avengers and SHIELD have fought in.Â
     âNew York.âÂ
     He clicks a button, footage of chitauri, shooting guns, and Hulk smashing plays.Â
     âWashington D.Câ
     A new video appears, showing the insight helicarriers firing at each other with chaos following.Â
     âSokovia.âÂ
     The frame changes, showcasing the terrified citizens that were on the flying piece of land.Â
     âLagos.âÂ
     âThatâs enough,â Steve interrupts.Â
     Ross nods in response and begins his speech again.Â
     âFor the past four years, youâve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. Thatâs an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.â
     He places a thick document on the table and slides it across to Wanda. As the team slides the book to each other Ross starts talking.Â
     âThe Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries⊠it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, theyâll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary.âÂ
     âThe Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place,â the Captain begins. âI feel weâve done that.â
     âTell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?â There was a momentary pause as the two menâs eyes met. âIf I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes⊠you can bet thereâd be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. Thatâs how the world works. Believe me, this is middle ground.â
     At this point, youâre walking out of your room after transfering the feed to your tablet and making your way to the elevator.
     âSo, these are contingencies,â Rhodey states.Â
     âThree days from now,â Secretary Ross begins. âThe UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over.âÂ
     Natasha speaks up, âAnd if we donât come to a decision you donât like?â
     âThen you retire.âÂ
     The elevator stops and you look up seeing the Secretary walk in with someone behind him. You give him a subtle disgusted look before turning your attention back to the security footage.
     As the deathtrap descends, you can feel his eyes lingering on you.Â
     âCan I help you?âÂ
     âYouâre a little young to be an intern.âÂ
     âYouâre a little old to be looking at me like that,â you shrug, swiping away from the video on your tablet as you feel him looking over your shoulder.Â
     Ross gives an awkward chuckle and furrows his eyebrows. When you reach the bottom floor, he gets ready to step out and places a hand on your shoulder.Â
     You look at him like heâs lost his mind.Â
     âYou seem like a good kid. Be sure to make good choices.âÂ
     Raising an eyebrow, you refrain from saying what you want to say. You lift your hand and gently take his off of you.Â
     âDonât touch me,âÂ
     Once he exits, you hear the chatting start back up.
     âSecretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor,â Rhodes told Sam. âWhich is one more than you have.Â
     âSo letâs say we agree to this thing,â Wilson starts. âHow long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?â
     â117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and youâre just like, âNo thatâs cool. We got it.âÂ
     âI have an equation,â Vision announces as you get back on the elevator.Â
     âOh this will clear it up,â Sam mutters.Â
     âIn the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.â
     âToaster ovenâs got a point there,â you mumble, stepping back on the metal deathtrap.Â
     Steve asks,âAre you saying itâs our fault?â
     âIâm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict⊠breeds catastrophe. Oversight⊠oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.âÂ
     âBoom,â Rhodey says.                            Â
     You see Tony lying on the couch, quite relaxed, contradicting the tense atmosphere.Â
     âTony,â Nat starts. âYou are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal.â
     âItâs because heâs already made up his mind,â Steve explained.Â
     âBoy, you know me so well,â Stark starts, getting up and rubbing the back of his head. âActually Iâm nursing an electromagnetic headache,â he pauses to grab a mug of coffee. âThatâs whatâs going on, Cap. Itâs just pain. Itâs discomfort. Whoâs putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?â
     Tony puts his phone in a basket and taps the screen. An image is projected of a smiling young man.Â
     âOh, thatâs Charles Spencer, by the way. Heâs a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didnât want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didnât go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia.â
     He pauses for a second as the team soaks in the information.
     âHe wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we wonât know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.
     âThereâs no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, Iâm game. If we canât accept limitations, if weâre boundary-less, weâre no better than the bad guys.â
     âTony, someone dies on your watch, you donât give up,â Steve rebuttals.
     âWho said weâre giving up?âÂ
     âWe are if weâre not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.â
     âIâm sorry. Steve,â Rhodey blurted. âThat-that is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations weâre talking about. Itâs not the World Security Council, itâs not SHIELD, itâs not HYDRA.â
      âNo, but itâs run by people with agendas, and agendas change.â  Â
      âThatâs good,â Tony starts. âThatâs why Iâm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing. Â
     âTony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we donât think we should go? What if there is somewhere we need to go, and they donât let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.â
     âIf we donât do this now, itâs gonna be done to us later. Thatâs a fact. That wonât be pretty.â
     Wanda finally speaks up, âYouâre saying theyâll come for me.â
     âWe would protect you,â Vision promised.Â
     âMaybe Tonyâs right,â the redhead speaks. âIf we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off--â
     âArenât you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?â Sam interrupts.Â
     âIâm just⊠Iâm reading the terrain. We have made⊠some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.Â
     âFocus up,â Tony says. âIâm sorry, did I just mishear or did you agree with me?â
     âOh, I want to take it back now.â
     âNo, no, no. You canât retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay, case-closed--I win.âÂ
     From what you see, Steve stands to leave abruptly.Â
     You then walk out of the elevator, tablet still in hand with the footage up. The captain walks past you just as you turn the corner and spot the team.Â
     âSomeoneâs upset,â you hum.Â
     You walk past everyone towards the fridge and grab a water bottle.Â
     âAnyway, that was very childish. And kinda stupid.âÂ
     Inquisitive looks are thrown your way and you hold up the tablet awkwardly as you plop down on a chair.Â
     âI was watching you. I kinda do that a lot. Itâs not as creepy as it sounds.âÂ
     You open the bottle and take a sip.Â
     âWhat are you doing down here kid--â
     âAhhh,â you interrupt. âDonât call me a kid. I havenât been a child for years.â
     âJust answer the question,â Tony snaps.Â
     âI like to stay informed. No one tells me anything and while you think that these private meetings only affect you, it doesnât. It affects me too. You may not remember Iâm your child but several people do. And that puts me in danger. So yes, I listen to your conversations to make sure itâs nothing I need to worry about.âÂ
     An awkward silence washes over as you gulp down more water.Â
     âAnyway, I was just riding up and down the elevator waiting for you guys to finish. That Ross dude is kinda creepy by the way. But youâre really considering signing that thing?âÂ
     âNot you too,â your father mutters.Â
      You let out a laugh and everyone looks at you strangely.Â
      âIs this funny to you?â Rhodey asks.Â
      âYes,â you stop laughing abruptly. âI find it hilarious that this is the same government that was ready to drop a nuke on the city during the Battle of New York not giving a damn about a single civilian that was still in the area. I find it hilarious that this is the same government that lets thousands of children and women of color go missing and not do a thing about it. Itâs funny that this is the same government that let HYDRA, Red Room, AIM; all that shit grow right under their nose. Itâs funny because this government is the same one that uses taxpayer money for dumb ass projects and unnecessary military funding instead of using it to fund shit that helps the civilians they claim they care so much about. I mean how can you not find this situation amusing?â
     âLook,â Tony attempts.Â
     âIâm not finished,â you challenge, looking him dead in the eyes. âThis government donât give a damn about yâall, especially not the three of us,â you say, gesturing to yourself, Sam, and Rhodey. âWeâd be booted out of this country before you could even blink if they ever got the chance and you know that.
     âI donât know why yâall are so adamant on gaining the governmentâs trust when they donât give a flying fuck about you or these goddamn civilians. All they care about is power. They donât care how many civilians come up missing or die in some tragic accident. It doesnât matter what happens. When they see someone becoming richer or smarter or more powerful than they are, they will do anything to shut that shit down.Â
     âI donât understand how you canât see that. And maybe itâs just me. Maybe itâs just me and my experience,â you pause, catching the gaze of every person in the room with hard eyes. You take a deep breath and try to calm down. âSign it if you want to. Think about how many lives youâll lose then.â
     You stand from your spot and walk into the open elevator, ready to get to the comfort of your bed.Â
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     It had been two days since the initial meeting and you were currently sitting on Michelleâs bed watching her read.Â
     âYouâre really pretty,â you muttered out of the blue.
     You saw your girlfriendâs cheeks develop a subtle red tint as she mumbled back a âthank you, and continued reading. You groan and gently pull the book out of her hands.Â
     âHey,â she quietly protests.Â
     âPlease,â you pout, holding your arms out as an invitation.
     MJ fondly rolls her eyes before lowering herself onto you. You hummed contently and squeezed her before planting a kiss on her cheek.Â
     She surprised you by turning her head and giving you a lingering kiss. That one kiss soon turned into something more.Â
     Michelle gently pushed you onto your back and straddled your hips. Bending down she kissed you once again, her lips gliding with yours.Â
     This continued for a few minutes, taking small breaks in between to breathe. You donât think you could ever get enough of her and hoped that she was feeling similarly.
     You kissed until your jaws hurt. The euphoric feeling still lingered as MJ rested her forehead against yours, trying to catch her breath.Â
     âWe should do that again sometime,â you mumbled.Â
     Your girlfriend nodded in response, giving one more chaste kiss to your lips before dropping to your side.Â
     âTomorrow,â she said after glancing at the clock that read 10:47.Â
     âGuess Iâm spending the night then.âÂ
     âI have no problem with that.â
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     The next day, you were awoken by beeping from your phone. Once you were fully aware of your surroundings you picked up the device and read the notifications that M.I.A sent through. Scanning through them, you sat up with urgency and played the video.Â
     âA bomb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna. More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakandaâs King TâChaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Bares, the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.â
     Carefully removing Michelleâs arm from around your waist, you stand up and move to the corner of the room. You press the contact and hold the phone up to your ear.Â
      âNat what the fuck is going on?â
     You hear the woman sigh on the other side of the phone.   âLook, just⊠stay wherever you are.â
     âYeah, okay, whatever. I want answers, Nat.â
     â(Y/n),â she says firmly. âCalm down and go back to whatever you were doing. Right now, this does not concern you and I would like it to stay that way. Do you understand me?â
     There was some silence, before you let out a forced chuckle.Â
     âOkay, whatever. Bye.â
     â(Y/n) câmo--â
     You disconnected the call and gently tossed the phone onto MJâs desk.   âYou sound stressed.âÂ
     Turning around to face the bed, you see Michelle sat up and leaning against the headboard. You nod slowly and crawl your way up towards her.Â
     âI am.â
     You feel her hand take hold of your clenched ones and she rubs them, causing you to relax slightly.Â
     âThere was a um, bombing at the--the um⊠signing thing. And no one wants to tell me whatâs going on, so,â you end the sentence, shrugging.Â
     MJâs head drops onto your shoulder and you let her cuddle close.Â
     âThey told me to stay where I was. So hopefully we can get something good out of that.âÂ
     There was no response and you thought she had fallen back asleep, but you were proven wrong when your girlfriend started getting up.Â
     âCâmon,â she instructed, holding her hand out when she saw the look of confusion on your face.Â
     Taking her hand, the two of you made your way to the kitchen.Â
     She turned around and grabbed your shoulders.Â
     âWe are going to make some breakfast⊠or lunch whatever. And then we are going to binge watch until we can binge watch no longer. Alright?â
     You nod your head, chuckling and then got to work.Â
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     It had been days since you last heard from anyone. No updates from Natasha. M.I.A even told you there hasnât even been a great deal of movement in the compound. Today you decided you would head back.Â
     When you arrived it was quiet. As you walked down the halls you heard distant chatter and followed it.Â
     Turning the corner, you were surprised at what you saw.Â
     âWhat the hell happened?â
     The two men turned to look your way, but you were given no answers.Â
     Tony had bruises on his face and he looked more tense than usual. Rhodey had some sort of tech on his legs.Â
     âYou fought them. You fought them all, didnât you?âÂ
     Both men looked away and avoided your gaze.Â
     âYou didnât even listen to what I said. This is what the government does. I tried to tell you, but you didnât even fucking listen,â you ranted, your voice slightly raising.
     âUs breaking apart wasnât the government. Most of this is on some guy th--â
     âWell the government allowed it to happen so Iâd say it is their fault!âÂ
     You turned to your father with pleading eyes.Â
     âWhere are they, Tony?â
     âKid, theyâre criminals now, I donât--â
     âStop calling me that! Iâm--Iâm not some kid. Iâm not your kid,â you let out a frustrated breath. âYou--you couldnât talk it out? Like mature adults? You just had to go assert your dominance somewhere--in what? An--an airport? Some vacant lot? You just had to fight. Do you not know how to communicate?âÂ
     You looked at the two men, shook your head, and brushed past them.Â
     Just when things were alright.
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     â(Y/n)?âÂ
     âWhat M.I.A?â
     You were currently laying in your bed trying to control the tears that were begging to fall from your eyes due to the amount of overwhelming shit you had been hit with. You talked with MJ for a little while and while it helped a bit, you honestly were still feeling like⊠well shit.
     âThereâs a package for you.âÂ
     Furrowing your eyebrows, you head down to where the mail is usually placed, get the package with your name on it, and head back to your room.Â
     Grabbing a pair of scissors, you cut the tape and open the box. Inside was a letter and a phone.Â
     Hey sweetheart.
     It was Natashaâs handwriting.
     Iâm sorry. I really am. We all are. I wish things wouldnât have ended this way, but they did and we canât really do anything about it now.Â
     I listened to what you said. I listened and I tried my best to understand. I donât think I ever wanted to sign the accords in the first place. The only reason I did so was so that we could stay together. So that I could stay with you. This team is the only family Iâve had in a long time. The fact that that stack of papers could end that scared me.Â
     I just kept trying to convince myself that signing the Accords was the right thing to do; anything to keep this team together. Anything to keep everything from falling apart.Â
     But the more I thought about it, I realized. You were right. Everything you said. This government doesnât care. And if the government doesnât care like theyâre supposed to then we need to. People need the government, but they donât have it. They do have us though. And they always will.Â
     I love you. I didnât say it enough and I donât know when or if Iâll ever get to tell you that again. You are so precious to me and Iâm sorry I couldnât stay. If you ever need anything, you can always give me a call.Â
     You wiped your eyes and gently picked up the phone. You held it in your hands for a moment before setting it down. You folded the letter back up neatly and placed both items in the top drawer of your nightstand.Â
     You laid back down on your bed with less tears on your face.Â
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Part 8
Request: Yes or No
Sam and y/n had more development than y/n and Wanda lmao
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You crossed your arms as you entered the room, glancing at the older man. You shared a look with Sam and Wanda, taking a seat in between Sam and Vision. You licked your lips, leaning towards Sam.
"What's this about?" You asked quietly, gaze flickering to Tony who sat in a corner.
"If I had to guess.. Probably about what happened in Lagos." Sam replied, glancing at Steve and Natasha. You frowned, looking at the Secretary of State.
"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt." He began, gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.
"You have.. Fought for us, protected us, risked your lives but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the term 'vigilantes.'"
"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked, studying the older man. You looked back at Tony Stark, making brief eye contact with him. It felt like an intervention. Or a teacher scolding their class after they made the sub cry.
"How about dangerous?" You frowned, looking forward when you heard his words.
"What would you call a group of US based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, quite frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" Mr. Secretary asked, looking over the small group in disappointed. You'd hate to admit it, but he had a point. The citizens of Sokovia were left to find new homes and the people of Lagos had to fix what had been destroyed. Mr. Secretary stepped to the side, looking at the screen. Videos began playing of all the times the Avengers caused destruction and most likely death. Wanda looked away, growing uncomfortable as the aftermath of the Lagos incident played. She already felt guilty enough about it. She had told you many times how she wished it would've gone differently. Steve noticed, frown deepening.
"That's enough." He called, watching the screen turn off.
"For the last few years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's a decision the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." Mr. Secretary told them, hands clasped behind his back. You frowned, brows furrowing slightly.
"But we have a solution." Mr. Secretary took a book from his bodyguard, stepping forward and handing it to Wanda. Wanda picked it up, looking it over.
"The Sokovia Accords.. Approved by a hundred and seventeen countries." Wanda slid the book over to Rhodes so he could take a proper look at it. You looked at Mr. Secretary as he walked around the table.
"It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of The United Nations Panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."
"That's such bullshit." You whispered. Mr. Secretary turned towards you, cocking a brow. Natasha let an amused smile slip while Sam covered up his snicker with a cough.
"The Avengers were created to make the world a safer place." Steve spoke up before he could address you.
"This is the middle ground." Mr. Secretary said, walking to the front again and facing everyone.
"The Accords will be ratified in a couple days." Steve turned towards Tony, earning a silent response.
"I'll leave you to discuss."
"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Leave it to Natasha to say what was on everyones' minds. Mr. Secretary paused as he approached the door.
"Then you retire." He answered plainly. You watched him leave, picking up the cup of water infront of You You went to take a sip but it turned to ice before you could drink from it. With a small huff, you placed it down.
"That's new." Natasha called with a small smile, hoping to ease the tension in the room. You stood up, leaving the meeting room and heading to the lounge. The others followed, taking more comfortable seats on the couch. A debate quickly started between Rhodes and Sam while Steve looked through the Accords.
"Have you two thought about starting a debate club?" You asked, tapping the frozen water a few times before it finally turned back to normal water. Natasha let out a small snort, chuckling as she shook her head.
"I have an equation." Vision announced, stopping Rhodes and Sam. They turned towards him.
"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of enhanced people has grown and during the same period, the number of world ending events has risen."
"So, it's Starks' fault?" You asked, leaning back in your seat with a tilted head. Tony scoffed from his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes.
"I'm saying, there might be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge insights conflict, and conflict... Breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that should be dismissed."
"I wish I understood half of what you said." You muttered softly, running your finger the leaf of a plant beside the seat. Natasha turned towards Tony, watching him.
"You're being uncharacteristic non-hyper verbal." Natasha pointed out softly as he looked at her with a deep sigh. Steve looked up from the Accords.
"It's cause he already made up his mind." Steve said, earning a small eye roll. Tony slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.
"Actually, I'm nursing a headache." He muttered as he stood up, walking towards the coffee machine. He poured himself some coffee and grabbed a bottle of pills before sighing and placing down a device. He showed an image of a young man.
"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. A great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig for the fall. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the people in Sokovia." Tony said, obviously agitated as he looked over everyone. You wondered why he now cared for the people who were injured during attacks.
"He wanted to make a difference although we'll never know cause we dropped a building on him while kicking ass." Everyone stayed silent as he spoke. You watched him take a pill, drinking it with the coffee.
"There's no decision making here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the bad guys."
"Tony, when someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve closed the Accords, looking at Tony with a frown.
"Who says we're giving up?"
"We are by not taking responsibilities for our actions. This document shifts the blame." Steve voiced his opinion, shrugging lightly.
"Steve, that is dangerously arrogant." Rhodes spoke up, shaking his head. Steve turned towards him.
"This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the world security counsel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D, it's not HYDRA-"
"But it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." Steve pointed out as you rubbed your forehead, sighing softly. Both sides had good points but you sided with Steve. The team was obviously divided.
"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Vision asked, looking at you curiously. You licked your lips, gaze focusing on Tony.
"I'm curious as to why you care so much about this Charles guy. You've had, what was it? Eight years as Iron Man to care about the people who get hurt? Why now? Cause you realized one of those people could become the new you? Would you care this much about Charles if he had been a typical guy? No degree, no plans for the future, just a normal guy working a normal 9 to 5 job and just trying to make it through the week. I agree with Steve. What if something happens and they don't send us to help because it doesn't go with their agenda? People get hurt cause you've never set up a system to help after these things happen. You're a fucking billionaire, Tony. Make a company that's designed to help people get back on their feet after the Avengers bulldoze through cities." You said, legs crossing as you looked over everyone else. Steve gave a small nod, glad you were seeing his side. He checked his phone, abruptly standing and announcing he had to leave. You and the others watched him go in confusion.
"To answer your questions, I do care about normal people." Tony said, arms crossing. You let out a soft groan, leaning back in the couch.
"I'm sorry, what are you? Twelve? Didn't you turn twenty this year?" Tony cocked a brow, watching as you rolled your eyes and stood.
"Yeah, I did turn twenty. Surprised you knew considering you've never particularly liked me."
"Well, first impressions are everything and you did try impaling me with a branch."
"Maybe I should've."
"Alright, boys, let's calm down." Natasha called, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned and walked towards the steps, heading down to your room at the facility. You entered and plopped down on the bed, running a hand through your hair. You tapped your foot on the ground, fingers going to the root bracelets in an attempt to relax. Wanda opened the door, closing it behind her and sitting beside you.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly, staring at you in concern. You weren't one to snap at others so quickly.
"There's so much going on. The Accords, my fucking powers, the sudden change in Nat and Tony, you possibly getting into trouble cause of the Lagos incident.. That could've been me." You breathed out. Wanda frowned, brows furrowing.
"No, it wouldn't have."
"I shot fire out of my hands and turned water to ice without meaning to. They're getting unpredictable." You looked at her, grip on the roots tightening. Wanda's gaze flickered to the window, making you turn. Part of the window was covered in a thin layer of ice.
"And that just proved my point."
"You're an incredible person, (N/N). Have faith in yourself. You'll gain control of them sooner or later. You have beautiful powers that could change and heal the world." Wanda pointed out gently, having you rest your head on her shoulder. She softly began to hum a lullaby. You didn't understand the words but her soft voice proved to be soothing.
"Thank you."
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"Why'd you call me again?" You asked, toying with the strings of your hoodie as you looked around the cafe. You had planned on taking a nap and watching a new show on Netflix but it seemed like Steve had other plans for you.
"Because I trust you and need your help." Steve replied, fixing his baseball cap as he tried avoiding eye contact with civilians.
"Really?" You asked softly. Steve nodded, offering a smile. He licked his lips, nodding to the tv. You turned, looking at the news. You really didn't have to considering what they were showing was right down the street.
"Your friend?" You looked back at Steve with a tilted head.
"We gotta find him before anyone else does." Steve said. You nodded, watching him. Steve had been desperately trying to find his friend, Bucky, since the attempt on Furys' life.
"I'll go in alone. We don't want to seem threatening or set him off by going in as a trio."
"(Y/N)? Being threatening? He can't even scare a baby!" Sam said in amusement, shooting you a playful grin.
"Right back at you, bird boy."
"I'm sorry, who here is named after the top bird of prey?" Sam asked, leaning forward slightly as Steve let out an amused sigh.
"Oh, I didn't know you were named after eagles." You responded, smiling in triumph when Sam huffed lightly.
"Come on, you two." Steve chuckled, leaving the cafe and heading down the sidewalk.
"I don't trust Stark." You told them, arms crossing. Sam glanced at you as Steve turned into an alleyway.
"Not surprised considering the little fight you two had."
"I think he had Vis keep an eye on me and Wanda. I snuck out while he was with Wanda in the kitchen." You told him, frowning.
"Firstly, I'm an adult-"
"That's questionable."
"-And secondly, he's not my dad." You took off the hoodie as Steve unlocked a car parked in the alleyway, giving Sam the duffle bag with his outfit. You looked at your phone when it buzzed, seeing texts from Clint.
Clint
Heard you had a fight with Stark
Clint
You're officially an Avenger now
You smiled softly, chuckling softly at the texts. You waited for the guys to finish changing before taking the earpiece from Steve. The apartment building had been nearby so you and Sam headed onto the roof while Steve entered.
"How well do you think this will go?" You asked Sam, looking for any sign of law enforcement.
"Wanna bet?"
"How much?" You looked at him, giving a small grin. Sam looked up at the sky for a moment, thinking it over.
"30 bucks. I bet this will go to shit and this dude will escape."
"I bet we'll get into serious shit but this dude will either come with us or get caught." You replied. Sam stuck out his hand, nodding. You shook it, chuckling softly. You turned your head, noticing movement.
"We've got company, Cap."
"They're approaching from the south." Sam added, attention focused on them. You heard Steve begin to talk to someone, watching the cars pull in and get ready. You turned your head, hearing the door to the roof open.
"Shit." You whispered, letting Sam pick you up and lift you into the air. You could hear the fight going on inside through the earpiece.
"Should we help?" You asked, glancing up at Sam.
"No clue." Sam replied, watching Bucky jump from the apartment onto the roof of another building. You noticed someone running at a high speed, jumping up onto the roof and knocking Bucky down.
"They have cat ears." You mumbled, pushing Sam's arms away.
"Deal with them." You motioned to the German police force on the roof, hoping down onto the roof. You raised your hand, a root shooting out and grabbing the strangers arm, refraining them from clawing at Bucky. Bucky turned his head, making eye contact with you. Your eyes widened when the man grabbed the root, using what felt like super strength to toss you off the roof. You quickly used a root to grab onto the side, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sam took care of a helicopter before flying by to grab you.
"Thanks." You breathed out, holding onto him as he followed the chase. Steve, Bucky, and the cat guy went into one of the tunnels. Sam flew in once there was an opening, trying to help Steve with the cat guy. You huffed when the cat guy grabbed Sam's ankle, pointing your hand at him and shooting a strong gust of air. The cat guy lost his grip monetarily but quickly grabbed on again. Bucky threw up an explosive so Sam quickly stopped, flinging the guy off him. Sam landed, walking past the rubble. You sighed, raising your hands as you and Sam were quickly surrounded by cops.
"Mom's gonna kill me." You whispered.
"That's what you're concerned about?" Sam asked, glancing at you in disbelief.
"We're getting arrested, (Y/N)!"
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Destroyed
Part 3
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader (implied Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader)
Warnings:Â mentions of murder, cussing, anger issues? idk lol
A/N:Â I feel like from this part onwards Iâve put a lot of plot just to justify my planned ending. Bear with me, though! Y/N is gonna have a lot of stuff to figure out :D
Summary: You always thought that the best way to get revenge is to let them see youâre happy. You also thought that the best way to move on is to convince yourself that youâre okay until you no longer need any more convincing. Youâre about to find out how effective it was.
Part 1 Part 2Â Part 4Â Part 5
Two months later. Three years. You started to think like the number three has a very significant part in your life.
You have been in love for almost three years after being left alone three years prior. After that very eventful party that youâre supposed to celebrate for yourself, you have unconsciously reverted to your old self.
Of course, nobody in the team knew how you operated in your early days of being an assassin. The closest one who had any idea what that might be was Natasha, being a former assassin herself. Your best friend was the first person to know what happened, and after that, the redhead no longer bothered to hide her distaste. She would visibility glare at Wanda and Vision when theyâre being lovey-dovey, even when youâre not in the same room. Yup, Wanda had started seeing him as soon as she saw the sun after that night.
You were devastated, absolutely devastated. You didnât need a verbal confirmation to know that Wanda mustâve only been by your side again because you almost died. And that pisses you even more.
If there is one thing you hate in the world, itâs that receiving unnecessary pity.
She was your girlfriend, for fuckâs sake. And the fact that she needed to pity you first before she does her damn job, never fails to make your blood boil. You were hurting, so much, but you refused to let Wanda have the satisfaction of seeing how much she affected you.
So, you didnât bother to just stay in one spot to gather your thoughts. Natasha suggested that you extend your break from missions. Since the entire team was aware of your breakup, courtesy of your ex-girlfriend sidling up with a fucking air fryer, Steve agreed to let you if you desire. But you didnât. You were too stubborn to let people think youâd let heartbreak get in the way of your life.
âY/N come on, you need to let yourself heal. You couldnât do that if you donât even try to acknowledge the pain youâre in.â Natasha said as she found you in your room the next morning after your breakup, already on your training clothes.
You lazily glanced up at her, âThereâs no need to heal, Nat. Werenât you the one who remembers every sign that says she no longer wants me? Youâve told me every single time. So I already know.â You said as you turned and walked around her to leave.
âWhy would I bother to sulk over a person who doesnât give a shit about me? I might as well just sell my tears. Now, are you gonna spar with me or not? Iâve got the extra rage I need to kick your ass.â You joked as you smirked at the redhead before heading to the gym. Of course, youâve always been full of words.
This worries Natasha even more. She was the only person who sees how broken you are. Youâd come to her room some nights, your eyes blood red with tears, and your body trembling.
Wanda also noticed your behavior. Sheâd find herself frowning when youâd glance at her direction during team meetings like nothing happened. You were extremely civil, and she didnât know what to feel about that. She couldnât help but feel a pang in her chest thinking that you probably didnât care enough to be heartbroken about it.
Not like she had the right to have a say in that.
Actually, Natasha would rather the rest of the team see you as she does. Sheâd rather have her or anyone in the team find you locked up in your room crying your heart out, at least that way sheâd know youâre taking the first step in moving on.
Seeing that you only let her see you that way, and youâre not even uncomfortable at seeing Wanda and Vision around the compound, worries her. She recognizes your actions; youâre not trying to heal and move on, you were running away. Running away from your own pain; itâs never going to end well. She very well knows it first hand. The first time Natasha noticed the effects of you running away from your emotions was on a mission a month after your breakup.
***** The entire team was in the briefing room, Fury just called an emergency meeting that requires the help of all the Avengers. Naturally, you were chatting with Natasha and Tony, whom you were seated in between.
âSo, what do you think this is? Another Hydra infiltration? Ugh, Iâm tired of seeing their dumb uniforms.â You groaned as you leaned your head back on the chair.
Tony raised an eyebrow at you, âDidnât you find it exciting when we kick Hydraâs ass? You technically have the advantage over the rest of us because youâve been to the majority of their bases.â Tony smirked.
You playfully stuck out your tongue and rolled your eyes at him.
Your past was no longer a secret from the team, it hadnât been since youâve joined the Avengers. Well, at least the master assassin part.
So itâs also not surprising that youâve led the majority of the missions involving Hydra since youâve got the inside knowledge the team always needed.
When Fury entered the room, followed by Steve, the team had gone quiet. Waiting for whatever this emergency meeting was.
âSo, I hope yâall have a fireproof suit. Because you might need one.â Fury said as he distributes identical folders for all the team to see.
âSHIELD has intercepted an intel about an incoming shipment of nuclear weapons for Hydra. I want you to come and get the shipment before Hydra does.â he continued, the team only nodding in return reading the mission details.
This seems like just an extraction mission, but anything that includes the word ânuclearâ is technically waving red flags.
When the team arrived at the spot, you have expected it to be another abandoned warehouse. Instead, it was some sort of beverage factory near the woods.
A ton of bottles can be seen even outside of the property, but with no labels on them.
You, Natasha, Clint, and Sam were tasked to be the eyes of the team outside, mainly to keep watch of Hydraâs arrival. Tony, Rhodey, and Vision would scale the perimeter; the rest would go inside and find the weapons. You and Natasha were hiding in the woods when you heard Steve through the comms that theyâve found the weapons and they were now preparing it for the transport.
As soon as Steve said that, you felt the familiar tug on your stomach. You frowned and turned to Natasha.
âSomethingâs wrong. This seems too easy, donât you think they would just leave a truck-full of nuclear weapons unguarded?â
Natasha pursed her lips, and you immediately know she was thinking the same thing.
âSteve, this doesnât feel right.â She said, her finger pressed on her right ear. Tony was the one who replied, âRelax, if someoneâs coming, FRIDAY would have alreadyââ
And then a loud explosion cut him off. You turned to see that it was on the opposite side of the property.
âSam.â
âClint.â
You and Natasha said at the same time before the two of you shared a look and ran towards them. You can already see Tony arrive in the spot followed by Vision and Rhodey.
âShit, theyâre here Cap! I donât know how butFRIDAY didnât detect them!â You heard Tony exclaimed in the comms.
Thatâs when the Hydra goons came out of the shadows. Theyâre literally everywhere.
âWeâre surrounded, Cap! Weâll try to cover from here, but some would still go in there!â You heard Sam, and you and Natasha just let out a relieved sigh.
The battle was in full swing. You loved the feeling of adrenaline coursing through your veins. This was your most favorite part of being an Avenger.
You rarely get a job before that requires you to kick some ass. Itâs usually just getting in and drive someoneâs soul into the Underworld then go home.
So when you had the sweet taste of adrenaline from fighting, youâve become addicted.
Steve and the others were now outside, and you caught a glimpse of red wisps that surrounded a massive truck. As soon as your eyes landed on Wanda, you felt another rush of adrenaline, and an extreme urge to just get this over with.
You gritted your teeth and turned to the scene in front of you. You let out a low growl, not realizing that it sounds far from your own voice, and then you charged.
*****
When the adrenaline left your body, you found yourself breathing heavily. Your vision getting a little clearer each time you breathe. The first thing you saw was Natasha with her hands up carefully walking towards you. And the rest of the team staring at you. You blinked at Natasha when she reached you and softly touched your arm. âWhat?â
Natasha didnât answer, instead, you notice her eyes flicked down to your body. You followed, and thatâs when you realized your current state.
Itâs dark, but when you looked down, your entire suit was glinting and covered in blood. Two dozenâno, three? You didnât know, but tons of bodies were scattered on your feet. All of them laying on a pool of blood.
Your favorite knives are still on your hands, so full of blood that it drips out in the tip. Natasha squeezed your arm softly and you gasp as you drop your knives.
You didnât know how long you were standing there, but when you looked up, the team is still staring at you in disbelief. You didnât know what was wrong, and why were some of them frowning at you or couldnât meet your eyes on the way back to the compound. Natasha hasnât said a word to you either, but sheâs linked her arm on yours the entire ride back.
When you arrived, the quinjetâs doors havenât even completely opened yet when Natasha practically dragged you inside the compound and to your room.
Natasha literally pushed you inside and locked the door behind her.
She crossed her arms and glared at you.
âWhat the hell was that, Y/N?â
You sighed, âWhat was what? Look, can we just get cleaned up first? Iâm literally covered in blood.â You said as you made the mistake of touching your stomach. A sharp pain shot through your torso as you groaned and stumbled on your feet. The redhead was instantly beside you, wrapping her arm on your waist for support, and began to inspect your abdomen.
She scoffed, âOkay, Hades, looks like youâve had a share in all that blood.â She said as she proceeded to guide you to your bathroom.
As Natasha helped you to get out of your sticky suit, thatâs when you only felt the pain of the wound. The redhead grabbed your first aid kit and started to remove the bullet.
Your best friend would send you a glare every time youâd flinch while she was working, and you would just send her a sheepish look. In all honesty, your memory is a little hazy. The last clear thing you remember is seeing that youâve been surrounded by Hydra and Tonyâs sensors never saw them coming.
But now, your memory is getting clearer. You remember fighting; you remember the satisfaction of pushing and dragging your friendly karambit knives deep into the bodies of your enemies, remembering their screams and the look of horror in their eyes as they meet yours.
You canât help but smile. Itâs fine, right? Theyâre your enemies, itâs always been kill or be killed.
âWhat are you smiling about, weirdo?â You snapped out of your thoughts to find Natasha raising an eyebrow at you. She was now patching up your wound, which thankfully didnât need some stitching.
You grinned at her, âNothing, just remembered we kicked Hydraâs ass again,â The redhead just frowned. When she was done, she once again crossed her arms and turned to you.
âWhy did you do that?â
âDo what?â
âYou killed them all, Y/N! Why?â
You stared at her dumbfounded. Sheâs not seriously asking why you protected yourself, right?
âWhat are you talking about? Should I just let them kill me instead?â
Natasha scoffed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she stood up and paced in her spot.
âWe donât kill if unnecessary, Y/N. We always just knock them unconscious! I was literally fighting beside you, Iâve seen what you did, and I know your style. You werenât aiming for the weak spots, you were aiming at the killing spots.â
You frowned, did you really? Did the Avengers really have a rule not to kill? And who would write the line of deciding if itâs necessary or not?
âWeâve been calling out to you, Y/N. If only I wasnât busy not getting myself killed then I wouldâve given you a black eye for ignoring us.â Natasha continued, still glaring at you.
You looked at her and sighed, âI really donât see the problem, Nat. As you said, I was also busy trying not to get killed.â You said softly as you fiddled your fingers.
Natashaâs eyes softened as she moved beside you to put her hand on your shoulder.
âI was just surprised. We all are. I just...Iâve never seen you get worked up like that before, and weâve had our fair share of difficult missions.â
You smiled, âYeah, I probably overdosed with adrenaline so I didnât hear you calling me out.â
âWell, try not to get so excited next time? Oh, and prepare your ears, youâre gonna have the lecture of your life.â The redhead joked and you both let out a chuckle.
*****
And now, a month after that, you didnât get any better. Although you lessened your kills during missions compared to the first time it happened, you would always come back from a mission with another soul youâve helped leave the world.
The redhead always knew that and was getting more and more concerned each time she finds you cleaning your blood-covered knives in your bathroom, whistling to yourself like you were just washing dishes.
Natasha also noticed the unconscious gestures you do when Wanda would address Vision as her boyfriend. Youâd clench your fist under the table or cross your arms to hide them.
Itâs how your best friend is still aware that youâre still hurt, even if you stopped coming to her room late at night, crying and wanting to be held.
Steve would also refrain from sending you to missions often, completely aware of your somewhat addiction to taking a life.
Itâs like youâve literally lived up to your codename.
Some members of the team have teased you about it once or twice, mainly Tony because...heâs Tony. âGood morning, oh great Grim Reaper! How many souls are you scheduled to collect today?â Youâd only laugh and punch him playfully. Unbeknownst to you, your ex-girlfriend has been watching you since that incident. She felt an otherworldly presence and sheâs sure that she felt your senses tied to whatever it was that night. She didnât mean to, but whatever force you had that time was so strong it was itching Wandaâs power to take a look.
And so, she did, and felt twice as intense as when Pietro died.
It was bothering her.
Sheâd been with you for almost three years, and she never once felt a presence of such intense power coming from you.
So, she decided to talk to you about it.
***** You were on your desk in the corner of your room playing on your phone when you heard someone knocked. Without looking up, you called, âItâs open!â
As you heard your door open and close, you frowned because the footsteps are quiet. And Natasha is the only person you know whoâd be quiet like that.
With your eyes still glued to your phone, you let out a chuckle, âI thought you think our friendship was beyond personal boundaries, Nat. Didnât expect you to remember how to knock?â You joked, completely oblivious that the person standing behind you is the last person youâd expect.
Wanda shifted uncomfortably, as she can hear the loud sounds of guns coming from your phone and was completely aware that youâre in your own dimension when youâre playing.
âOh shit! Ugh,â you cursed, and the brunette couldnât help but smile. Youâve always been addicted to your shooting games, and the memories of her catching you still awake at 2 am playing your games flowed through her mind. Wanda was pulled out of her sleep to the sounds of soft grunts and soft movements of the arm sheâs currently using as a pillow.
The brunette slowly opened her eyes, her arms are still wrapped around you but she can feel your hand isnât on its usual spot on her shoulders.
She also noticed a soft light illuminating both of you so she slowly looked up at you and found your eyes focused on something above her head. You were so caught up in what you were doing that you didnât notice the woman in your arms watching you.
Wanda sighs and shifted upwards to meet your lips.
âMhmm!!â You softly grunted as your line of sight was suddenly met with closed eyes and the smell of a familiar rose shampoo reached your nose.
Thatâs when you only realized that your girlfriend was awake. You gave her a sheepish smile as your eyes started to dart between hers and the phone above her head.
âHello, my love. Did I wake you?â You whispered as your hands started to fumble with controls, trying to hide in the game and prevent your character to die.
âBaby, are you seriously still awake playing again?â She whispered back before glancing at the clock on your bedside, âItâs 2:30 am, and we have training at 7, how are you gonna get a proper sleep?â
You were silent for a few moments, and obviously, your girlfriend knows itâs because you were still playing. She playfully rolled her eyes before snatching the phone out of your hands, which earned a slight protest from you.
âWanda! Iâm almost finished!â You softly exclaimed. The brunette untangled herself from you to put your phone on the drawer beside her, far from your reach.
She let out a soft chuckle when she turned and found you pouting, âY/N, is it really worth replacing curled up asleep with your girlfriend just for a few games? How are you even able to play at this hour? I thought that game is online and requires other human players.â She mumbled as she went back to her place at your side.
You chuckled, âOh, sweetheart, youâre not seriously assuming Iâm the only one playing at 2 am, right?â
Your girlfriend playfully hit your chest, âShut up and sleep nerd or Iâm throwing away your phone.â
And with that, you shut up and pulled your girlfriend closer.
âFor the record, though, Iâm not a nerd.â
Wanda was pulled out of her reminiscing when you slowly turned around, âHey, why arenât you talkââ
As Wandaâs eyes meet yours, you froze. You never thought youâd see the eyes youâd fallen in love with for so many years in your room again. Even though she only hasnât been here for over two months, her eyes are still the ones youâd love to get lost on.
Of course, that was your heart talking, but it hasnât been in control for some time now.
As soon as your eyes met, Wanda immediately felt that familiar power. It was like desperately reaching out to her own, and it was getting more and more intense as you stare at each other.
She doesnât understand what was going on, your face was emotionless, but she can now clearly feel that force emanating from you.
You quickly spared a glance on your phone and scoffed. What the hell is she doing here? You have just finished your training, and your plan to relax by playing for the rest of the afternoon was now clearly no longer possible.
You start to feel your head getting warmer, your vision slightly blurring as you stare back at her. You reluctantly exit the game, you are so gonna be banned for the next 5 minutes so might as well hear this out.
You took a deep breath before turning on your chair to completely face her.
âWhat do you want?â It came out harsher than you intended, but you remembered you didnât care anymore.
Wanda clenched her jaw to stop herself from flinching, she couldnât blame you though. But sheâs still never gonna get used to hearing the bite in your tone when you address her.
The brunette cleared her throat, âI-I wanted to talk to you about something.â
You let out a sarcastic laugh as you crossed your arms and glared at her, âThis better be good.â
âW-Well first, I wanted to say Iâm sorry because I never got toââ
âYou made me quit my game for this bullshit? Get the fuck out, witchy.â You raised your voice a little, she does not get to do this. You only say sorry if you do stuff you didnât mean to.
Staying with you out of fucking pity and then cheating on you with a fucking blender is something she did on purpose, you canât fucking do all that on accident.
The audacity!
You can practically feel your blood boiling now. Your head is buzzing but your vision of the woman in front of you is very clear.
As soon as the words got out of your mouth, Wanda felt that harsh power from you flowed around her and she immediately felt it completely overwhelm her entire body. What she felt isnât unfamiliar; the feeling came out of nowhere but it all comes to her full force. Fear.
She let out a grunt of pain as she stumbled forward and dropped to her knees, clutching her head with both hands.
Your heart dropped at the sight, and before you can stop yourself, you lunged forward and dropped beside her. Your arm finding its old spot around her and your hand softly clutching her elbow as she tried to catch her breath.
As soon as you touched her though, the pain and fear suddenly dissipated as quickly as it appeared.
Wandaâs eyes widened as she realized her body was shaking. That power...it was so full of raw emotions that she canât quite determine because there was so many coursing through at once. But why was fear so clear amongst them?
Her breath hitched as she turned and found your face mere inches from hers. Your eyes that she loved to stare at were glinting with concern.
It was the first time in two months that you didnât look at her with hate in your eyes. Wandaâs heart fluttered at the realization.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay?â You frantically asked as you scan her face for signs of pain. You saw that Wandaâs eyes had tears on them and the panic made you completely forget all the anger you had.
Wanda couldnât help but let herself lean on you, letting out a sigh of relief as you showed no resistance and let her body rest against yours, holding her close.
The brunette was definitely confused now, she knew that she now loved Vision so why was she enjoying this?
Then suddenly, she remembered why she was here in the first place.
*****
There was a weirdly comfortable silence that followed as you hold her for the next few moments.
But when Wanda slowly looked up to you and your eyes met, you were suddenly aware of your position. Your eyes widened a little and you awkwardly cleared your throat, the air between you suddenly becoming tense once again.
You start to help Wanda stand and guide her to sit on your bed, and the brunette tried hard not to let her disappointment show on the loss of contact. The butterflies in her stomach disappeared as you stepped back and leaned on your table instead.
You frowned and stared at her, mentally cursing yourself for having a moment of weakness. Especially around her, out of all people!
And just like that, your heart was once again, shut down.
When she glanced at you, you were eyeing her with that same harsh glint on your eyes, and she canât help but sigh.
âW-What did you just do, Y/N?â She whispered, but loud enough for you to hear.
You raised an eyebrow at her, âWhat did I do? Yeah, I shouldnât have done that. I shouldâve just let you tremble on my floor, maybe then youâll just shrink away.â
Wanda bit her lip and blinked, why were there tears forming in her eyes?
âThatâs not what I meant, what did you think I felt? I wasnât auditioning for theater, Y/N. Whatever that was, it came from you.â
You scrunched your nose and stared at her. You definitely know what she was talking about, but you refuse to admit that. Okay, that was not what you expected to hear. You donât know what you expect but itâs definitely far from that.Â
You definitely know what she was talking about, but you refuse to show that.
âCame from what? What the hell are you talking about?â You chimed, glaring at her.
Wanda felt another wave of that same power, but it wasnât as intense.
Her eyes snapped up on you and she stood up, âThere! I felt it again! It was subtler, but I know thatâs it!â
You couldnât help but laugh, âAre you sure that wasnât just your witchy powers messing with you? Looks like Iâm not the only one youâve pissed off today, Maximoff. Now get out before I make you.â You said as you walked around her towards your door.
Wanda is still feeling that presence, itâs barely there but she can still feel it. When she looked down at her hands, she saw a few wisps of red dancing around her hand.
Thatâs weird. Sheâs not using her powers.
She whirled around just as you reached the door and opened it.
And then you found yourself face to face with Natasha, her hand hovering in the air where the doorknob was located, indicating she was just about to enter your room.
Her own green eyes flicked to the other that was standing in the middle of your room.
Surprise and confusion quickly seeped into her features as her eyes darts between the two of you.
The redhead cleared her throat, âUh, I can come back later...â
âNo, no, itâs okay Nat. She was just leaving.â You said before Natasha can turn around, giving Wanda a pointed look.
The brunette only crossed her arms and glared at you, âNo, Iâm not.â
You sucked in a deep breath before clenching your teeth and your fist. And you heard Wanda gasp.
âYouâre doing it again!â She exclaimed, walking towards you and stopping only a few inches apart. You just continued to glare at her.
âOkay, whatever this is, it isnât my business so Iâm gonna leaveââ
âY/N has powers,â Wanda blurted out, and if glares can kill, Wanda wouldâve been dead by now.
âA-At least I think she does.â
The brunette turned to you, she can feel it growing again, and sheâs looking at your face for any sign that might explain and show that youâre doing this. She didnât find any. But she knows itâs you.
The presence only dissipated a little when Natasha broke the silence again.
âShe has what?â The redhead said dumbfounded and you rolled your eyes.
âNat, youâre seriously not believing this, right? Sheâs making it up.â Wanda sent you an annoyed glance before she met Natashaâs eyes. Hoping that the redhead would at least hear her out.
âLook, I donât know what your play is for making all this up witchy, butââ
âSheâs not.â Natasha cuts you off as she turned to you.
âYou were an assassin, Y/N. You and I both know that you know how to tell if people are lying. Sheâs not.â The redhead said, gesturing to Wanda.
You narrowed your eyes at her and sighed. Deep down, of course, you knew she wasnât lying. But because of what you feel about her, you just told yourself that youâre not listening to anything sheâll have to say.
And based on what little thing she just told you, about feeling whatever stuff around you, plus everything weird and unusual youâve felt for the past two months, she might be onto something.
It makes sense.
And that scared the fuck out of you. Because it might mean that she could be the only one who can understand you, and youâll be at her mercy. Again.
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Character: Katsuki Bakugou
Parings: Bakugou x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, characters are in their third year.
Word Count: 5.4K
The two honor students of UA so happen to be childhood enemies. During the succession that is exams, Y/N is determined to beat Bakugou.
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Exam season has commenced on the campus of U.A. Students woke up in a frenzied state, slightly nervous to the late night studying theyâll endure for the weeks to come. Not enough caffeine can energize them to be in complete motivation mode. A couple of students have taken the leisure of paying those to exchange notes, considering most of the questions will be going over every little detail in each subject. The exams donât begin till next week, but a few of the honor students have already hit the books, not once indulging in a break or two till the sun sets. One of those students just so happen to be you, an inspiring young hero with the hunger for being on top of everything. Ever since middle school, teachers would constantly praise you on your performance during tests. It was no surprise to anyone when you aced the entrance exam to U.A, a remarkable score leading you closer to reaching your dream. Although your scores on every test was superb, someone else would occasionally steal the spotlight with by topping your score. That person in particular has been tailing behind you ever since middle school, another honor student who also attends U.A as well. Did you mention he also is in the same hero course as you?
Katsuki Bakugou is his name. A name that burns the tip of your tongue whenever you gave roll call alongside Iida. The man is a ball of pure fury. He exuded nothing but anger and hostility whenever heâs in a room. Despite his aggressive exterior, Katsuki is an avid academic student who manages to score excellent grades in each of his classes. For the past 3 years of attending U.A, you two are considered the star studded scholars, never once failing a test, midterm, pop quiz , you name it! Now with your hero course almost coming to an end, you were determined to at least score the highest result this exam season, leaving Bakugou in the dust with his inadequate score. Maybe have him crying in the corner would suffice the drawn out rivalry you two established. No one verbally said it was an all out war between you two, but everytime those test results are posted on the board, everyone steered clear for the both of you to silently react. Everyone awaits for the day when one of you finally snaps and start clawing at each other. But alas, only the mere exchange of a side eye and a curt nod. Deep down you do want to slap the smirk that always resides on his face during those moments, showing him you werenât just going to let him win by smarts.
Thatâs why now you sit alone on the cushioned couch in the commons area, books sprawled around you like a protective barrier. You had your eyes glued to a textbook about the history of quirks and their physiology, a class in which you needed to spend studying the most for. Itâs been a a few hours into your little study session, and you were beginning to feel the drag of how much you needed to actually work on. All this including your current homework and your mandatory internship studies at an agency. It was all too much to handle. So, maybe you do deserve a break.
Pushing the book aside, you stretched out your cramped up arms and sigh in relief. In the corner of your eye you spot a familiar head of ashy blonde walking into the commons room, books and notebooks crammed into his armpit while holding what seems to be an energy drink. Your eye twitched watching him plop down onto the couch across from you, never once paying attention to your presence. Katsuki then rests his bare feet on the wooden coffee table, opening one of his textbooks with the swipe of his thump. For some odd reason, this really riled you up. And it was clear Katsuki noticed too.
âAm I bothering you? Hm?â He smugly asked, eyes not wavering from the text before him.
You scoffed.
âNo. Just, donât speak while Iâm trying to study okay?â
He clicked his tongue at you.
âDoesnât seem like youâre studying to me. Looks like youâve given up already. What gives?â
His comment made you even angrier.
âGiven up? Kacchan, youâve barely started.â
Looking up, you can see a faint vein forming against the temple of his forehead. His fists clenched tightly, crumpling the sides of the textbook. His eyes now were averted to yours. The crimson death glare, youâd call it.
âI was training with Kirishima, dumbass. So of course I couldnât hop onto my studies earlier,â he started. Katsuki opens his energy drink with one finger, the pop of the air leaving the can satisfying to your ears, and took a swing of it. âAlso, donât ever fucking call me that. If I hear it from your mouth again I wonât hesitate to use my quirk on you.â
An intriguing idea. Usually youâd be the one to threaten your enemy, but Katsuki like always beat you to the punch.
âNo thanks, Iâd rather be harassed by grape juice than be blasted from the likes of you,â the taunt in your voice triggered something within Katsuki, causing him to tense up in pure anger. âBesides, Iâm planning on studying all day till my eyes fall out. So donât expect me to leave this spot.â
His smirk was soon on full display, uncrossing his legs to lean forward so he can rest his elbow on his knee.
âOh really? Just so you know we have an early training tomorrow in preparation for our final exam. Wouldnât want ya to, cha know, fail?â He didnât even sound slightly concern for yourself and your future study habits, you can tell he wishes for you to fuck up your sleeping schedule to miss the important training in the morning.
âI have an alarm set on my phone so I donât miss my beauty rest. Wouldnât want to pass up the opportunity of kicking your ass tomorrow,â you held your mobile device triumphantly, waving it back and forth to mock him.
With the roll of his eyes, Katsuki returned back to his studies, leaving you to sadly resume as well. Before he entered the commons area, you were about to head into your dorm room to take a nap, but now you were obligated to stay put without letting him think youâre already burnt out.
Silently, you both continued on with the unspoken competition.
-
Evening struck quicker than you expected, cascading the soft glow of the painted sky through the windows, illuminating both you Katsuki in a pink hue. Thankfully, Katsuki took your words into consideration and never spoke to you during the session, giving you an easy feeling of relaxation without him making it another competition.
Already you finished your notes for advance foreign language, quirk physiology, and mathematics. So far, you were ahead of everyone else, with the exception of Katsuki. Occasionally, youâd catch yourself glancing over at him working intensively in his small corner, highlighting and jotting down every minuscule detail in his notebook. This was your first time witnessing how Katsuki studies. To your disappointment, his regime was nothing out of the ordinary. Then how the fuck does he manage to score high grades? It simply baffled you.
A stampede of footsteps was to be heard coming from the hallway leading to the commons area. After what seems to be years, you cranked your head away from your notebook to see Kirishima and the rest of the gang marching towards the direction of both you and Katsuki, who was currently shooting daggers at the group of friends. The red head was the first to speak out of the four of them.
âAye Bakubro! Wanna skip the studying for a little and eat with us at NoodleShop?â His smile gleamed brightly, showcasing his shark incisors.
âY/N you too! Come join us. Iâll pay!â Mina chimed in.
Noodles sounded pretty appetizing right about now. You skipped out on lunch, too engrossed on the idea of getting a head start for the exams. Now you regret the decision of leaving your stomach on empty.
But you still had so much left to do. And knowing Katsukiâs competitive nature, he wasnât going to move an inch from his spot.
âItâs okay Mina, I uh- already ate a big meal awhile ago,â you dismissed her, patting your belly to show you were indeed, full.
As if on cue, a loud growl erupted from the depths of your stomach, the noise reverberating across the soundless space. Denki and Sero both snickered.
To your amazement, Katsuki got up from the couch and trailed over to the group, slipping on his red hoodie that was draped on the arm rest. He took a quick glimpse at you and smirked over his shoulder.
âWatch my things for me will ya, extra?â And with that they all left the area as a group.
You huffed in defeat and stared back at your jumbled pile of notes, the writing transcending from neat to sloppy text. At least you donât have an explosive blonde sharing the same air as you for now. You reached into your bag and grabbed another textbook, this one being more heftier than the others.
âOh well, more time for studying...â you said to yourself as you skimmed through the pages of Hero First Aid: Volume 6.
-
The beautiful spring sky soon was replaced by the expanse of darkness, the twinkle of the bright stars catching your eyes. The moon alone helped cast a sheen of light, allowing you to work in the dimly lit up space. Bakugou didnât return to retrieve his stuff, all of which were sat untouched in a hasty mess. You figure him and the rest of the gang would have been back on campus by now, but everyone in class 1-A have locked themselves in their dorms since lights out will commence in a few. Aizawa has yet to prohibit you from staying past the curfew. As long as you donât go running among the halls like a lunatic and stay strictly to studying, heâs all game. And thatâs exactly what you did.
A couple of students murmured as they passed by you, saying things like âDoes she ever have a lifeâ or âAll she does is study...no wonder no one has asked her out yetâ. As much as the comments sting, you knew they werenât true to your heart. Last year, someone in class 2-B formally asked you to the dance. To their dismay, you rejected them on the spot. Only because you didnât have time to date or talk romantically with anyone. Itâs a distraction to both your education and future career.
Okay, so maybe they were partially correct. At least you had your first kiss before entering U.A? But the person who stole your kiss was obligated to do so, after being dared by their fellow acquaintances. Nothing more beyond that have you explored with another person.
Submerged in your own thoughts, you didnât notice the presence of the angry blonde, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie as he strolled to the couch that had all his materials. He began to gather his things when suddenly he freezes, remembering what you said about not moving an inch from your spot. Heâs astonished to see you cemented on the same couch, in the same position, notes blanketing your thighs along with the pile books pooling at the edge.
You really are determined to beat him, he thought. Bakugou canât deny heâs impressed with your ambition and drive to be the best among your peers, even if that means sacrificing basic human needs. Like food and sleep.
Although, looking at you right now in this state, with your eyes threatening to close shut, mouth slightly agape, and hair bunched up in a tight knot, itâs clear you were exhausted. He spoke without realizing it.
âHey dumbass! The fuck you still doing here, huh? Itâs almost lights out.â
His brooding voice startled you awake, causing the papers on your lap to spill on the carpeted floor. Bakugou coughed out a low chuckle, amused by how the mere sound of his voice scares you.
âOh itâs just you,â you said, disregarding how that could easily irritate him.
âYeah, itâs me. Anyway you should be getting rest. Youâre smart enough to know that, idiot.â
Even though it was a subtle backhanded compliment, you couldnât help but to appreciate him acknowledging your intellect.
âI canât. I have to go over my flash cards for mathematics and then finish this weekâs homework for tomorrowâ.â
âHoly fucking shit shut up. Donât you realize what youâre doing to yourself right now?â When you didnât answer, Bakugou slapped his forehead. âYouâre gonna burn yourself out dumbass! Then you wonât have any motivation left to study for when the exams are actually starting.â
Stunned, you watch as Bakugou stomps over to where youâre sitting at, crimson eyes never leaving yours. He then props his leg on the cushion next to your trembling thighs, out stretching his arm to grab ahold of something. Too focused on the proximity between you two, it didnât register that he swiped your flash cards from your hands. What is wrong with him? Does he want to sabotage you this badly before exams?
âBakugou! Give those back! I need them for my exam on Monday!â you ignored how whiny you sounded, not wanting to give Katsuki the satisfaction he thinks he deserves.
âYou really think whining like a bitch will make me hand these over? Think again, dumb-.â
You cut him off with a surprise attack, shoving his entire body to the ground with the force of yours. Bakugouâs arms were pinned above him as you tried to pry the flash cards from his death grip on them. Stubbornly, he wiggles his body to keep you from reaching his arms, almost knocking you off his torso like a bull. Looking down, both of you were in a compromising position. Straddling his hips while he laid lifelessly underneath you, panting like a feral dog. You tried to keep the heat from spreading throughout your body as you felt his groin rub against your sex, but failed tremendously when he can obviously see the prominent blush creeping on your cheeks.
âWhat the fuck was that all about?! Why are you so adamant about beating me so much!â He yelled directly in your face.
A question that neither of you knew the answer to. Why were you so determined to destroy Bakugou? Shouldnât a fellow honor student be happy that another is also making their education a main priority? Or maybe there is another underlying reason, something deeper under the dermis of your skin that you couldnât quite reach.
You further the distance away from his face by leaning backwards, eventually hitting the front of his thighs and kneecaps.
âYou donât understand. I have to be good at everything. I need this in order to be the hero Iâve been wanting to be. Even if that means neglecting my own needs...â you paused, unsure if Bakugou was even listening anymore. âThat is, until you came along and ruined everything.â
âHah?!â His reaction was incredulous.
âDonât âHahâ me! Itâs been your plan all along since middle school to top me at everything. So why me?!â
âWell maybe itâs because Iâve always looked up to you dumbass! Have you ever considered that!â
The words tumbled out of his throat as if heâs been holding off on the sentiment. Bakugou Katsuki, the abrasive yet studious boy, just so happens to admire you? Never it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, you also strived to be the absolute best solely because of him. The way he strides into a battle with confidence, not an ounce of doubt that heâll lose. His diabolical strategies that somehow works out in the end. Or the way how underneath that rough exterior, he believes heâll be the one left climbing to the top, along with his peers. Itâs his sticky pride that kept the rivalry between you two so alive. But was it really a rivalry after all this time?
Eyes widen at the confession, you stay frozen on his lap, fingers bunching up the top half of his hoodie. The silence broke Katsuki. For once, he wanted you to at least admit it, that you were also in the same boat as he is right now. So, he hesitantly reaches out and rests his palm against your flushed face, basking in at your sudden reaction to him touching you.
âWhy does everything have to be a competition between us?â His soft spoken voice was uncharacteristic for him, you were so used to his gravelly tone after years of being the victim to it.
You felt the traces of his warm finger tips tickling lines on your outer cheek, as if heâs done this before.
âIsnât that our dynamic? Competitive enemies?â The comment made him quirk an eyebrow at you.
âEnemies? You were never one in my eyes in the first place...â He trailed off, getting distracted by how close youâve gotten to his face. To his lips.
âThen, what am I to you?â you leaned in closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes. You took notice that his pupils were dilated, making his eyes darker than usual. The hand rubbing lines on your cheek snaked around behind your head, taking full comfort on the base of your neck. The feeling was quite foreign to you. How long you yearned till days on end for someone to touch you tenderly like this. Especially from someone like Katsuki Bakugou.
âDoes this answer your question.â Was all he said before smashing his lips to mount yours, the sudden contact making you shiver in his arms.
You felt him breathe out in surprise against your mouth when you took the initiative by swiping your tongue on his bottom lip. The kiss was exquisitely slow and intense. So intense that Bakugou forgot where he even was at the moment, too engulfed at the texture of your tongue asking for entrance. The fingers digging into the back of your neck started to hurt, but you didnât mind the pain, the pleasure overwhelming all your senses. You can hear the harsh undertones of his breathing every time you slightly moved the lower half of your body.
âStop moving, idiot,â he said breathlessly.
He knew he was fucked by seeing the smirk forming on your lips.
âOh, you mean like this?â You then grind your hips in a harsh motion, relishing in the bashful look on Katsukiâs face.
He let his hands go freely, attaching themselves on both sides of your hips, grounding you to stop altogether. He sat in an upright position, encasing you between his legs and hard chest, your legs wrapping around his torso. Any other time itâd be comforting, but right now you felt like a bird trapped in a cage.
âWho knew the good girl would be so disobedient? Kind of hot not gonna lie.â He bent his head to where it was directly hovering over the sensitive spot on your collarbone. âEven when weâre just making out, you have to make everything a goddamn competition huh?â
A gasp left your throat once his tongue licked a clean strip on the surface. He chuckled, loving the feeling of you squirming in his muscular arms and continued the attack on your skin. His feather-like kisses switched to full on feverish sucking and biting. He proceeded to suck on the area, letting go with a definite âpopâ, then returned back by making out on the bruised skin.
The combination of his tongue, the death grip on your hip, and the bulge protruding from his loose sweatpants was too much stimulation already. Before you knew it, Katsuki abruptly stood up from the floor, along with you, and placed you back on the plush couch. Your legs were wide open, giving him a good view of your white panties beneath the school skirt. You clamped your legs together after seeing the blonde lick his lips at the sight.
âD-Donât be such a pervert,â you squeaked out.
That didnât stop him from slipping his hand in between the crack of your legs, spreading them wider than before.
âStop lying to yourself. Youâve imagined me between these thighs havenât you?â The silence following his question was enough to suffice him. âSuch a naughty girl.â Those crimson eyes stared straight ahead as he tugged your panties down a notch.
Here?! Right now? Why couldnât he reside both of you in his dorm? It was literally at the end of the hallway. Plus, the thought of your teacher, Aizawa, catching you would be mortifying.
Your hand quickly latched itself around Katsukiâs forearm, halting him from proceeding his lustrous actions.
âWhat are you doing?! We could get caught you idiot!â
Katsuki grins and says, âYouâre right. We need to find a way to shut you up.â Without preamble, he practically ripped the thin panties with sheer ferocity, causing you to yelp. You were about to scold him for ruining your favorite pair when said panties got shoved into your open mouth. âRemember, donât want to get us caught right? Now be the good girl like you are and stay quiet for me.â Obediently you nodded at his order and prayed that whatever heâs going to do to you wonât be too much.
Katsuki hummed, obviously pleased at how well youâre going along with this. He wonders how far youâll go till you break. With the swipe of his tongue, Katsuki dragged it up and down on the opening of your drenched sex. You mewled at the new sensation, legs already trembling as he his own salvia covered your folds. He bit and nibbled on the sweet spot, the clit, and lapped a few lazy strokes with his pointer finger in circular motions. Before you could stop him, he inserted the lubricant finger into your hole slowly, pumping it a couple of times to get you loosened up. Muffled moans perked up the ears of Katsuki. Looking up, he saw the beautiful sight of your eyes rolled behind your head along with the familiar tint of red on your cheeks. Just like the secretive slut you truly are, you swayed your hips to create more friction. Katsuki acknowledged your needy movements and dipped his head between your legs again, returning back to kissing your sex open mouthed. The lewd noises of him sucking on your wetness elicited a long drawn out moan from you, making Katsukiâs own cock twitch at the glorious sound.
âYouâre so fucking cute like this. Almost coming from just my tongue and fingers. Fucking slut,â he said between suctions. âGod, what were we thinking...we couldâve just resolved our issues like this every time.â
You grabbed a handful of his spiked up hair and raised his head away from your lower region. While doing so, you spit out the soaked clothed panty from your mouth, letting it drift off to the floor.
âJust s-shut up and do something about m-me,â you manage to croak out. You flicked your eyes on Katsuki and to the hand buried inside your skirt.
âAh, want more than just my fingers? Couldâve just said so. Why are you being so quiet with your needy demands, babe?â
This newfound nickname plucked a heart sting within you. You shook off his snarky comment and stood up from the couch. If itâs a competition he wants, then itâs a competition heâll get.
âTake off your pants and sit on the couch.â
Craning his head back, his own roar of a laughter bounced across the quiet room. Laughter dying down, his expression changed seeing how serious you actually were.
âTch. Whatever you say dumbass. Donât want you to explode on me now.â
He did as you said and removed the article of clothing, leaving him in nothing but his red boxer briefs. The bulge grew bigger the longer you stared at it. He laid back on the plush cushion and rested his arms behind his head.
âAlright, Iâm waiting Y/N,â he taunted you.
One by one, you unbutton your school uniform and let it fall off your shoulders, along with your plaid skirt pooling at your ankles. Arms crossed on your chest you tower over Katsuki, who was surprisingly not staring at your goods, but your eyes. Beckoning you forward with his glare, you straddle him immediately, hands resting on his broad shoulders.
My, all these years of being in the same class and never once did you take advantage of appreciating how chiseled he looked in his hero costume. Sometimes youâd glance his way or pretend to be busy, but really, you wanted to see him in action. The way how his muscles would contract with each swing or punch. It was enough to make a girl swoon. Now you were swooning for sure. On his lap to be precise.
âOi, you gonna do something nerd? My cock isnât going to finish off itself.â His voice snapped you back to reality.
It took a few minutes, but you were finally hovering over the tip of his throbbing member, the glistening of his pre-cum coating your fingers. You teased him by rubbing just the tip against your entrance, lubricating the member even more. He tried to muffle his whines, but failed tremendously after feeling his tip graze your sex. Both of you were heavily now, anticipation radiating off of your sweaty bodies. Tenderly, you kissed him open mouth while sheathing yourself on his cock.
âHoly shit, holy fuck fuck fuck,â the vulgar words spilled from his mouth against yours as you bottomed out. You stayed in that position. Still unsure what to do and what you got yourself into. Pretty sure youâre torturing Katsuki by the minute.
âF-Fucking move," He growled in your ear.
Leaning in closer you whisper, âYou have to beg for it then.â You nibbled the loose skin on the bottom of his ear and tugged it gently.
âHell no! God-fucking-damnit donât make this a competition right now Y/N.â The palm of his abnormally large hand pushed your face away from his. You giggled.
âCâmon Bakugou, thereâs no harm in it. Just say please?â
âFuck you shitty woman...â
âThatâs not begging,â you pouted.
He pursed his lips. Bakugou admittedly is getting more turned on by the minute, and not just because you were practically inside him.
âP-Please fucking move. I w-want you to fuck me so bad you have no idea. Please Y/N...â
Smiling, you raised your hips to where the veins on the side of his member scraped the walls within you. It made your cunt twitch in pure ecstasy. Slowly, you lowered yourself back down, only this time you werenât stagnant. You repeated the same vertical movements, clashing your hips with his. Bakugou titled his head back on the couch, degrading sentiments leaving his mouth as his hands grasped the sweaty flesh of your ass, squeezing it harshly every time you bounced on his dick. The tip of his member taking your breath away as it prodded the spongy walls.
âYes- oh fuck yes. Ngh, keep doing that. Yeah like that. Hah-fuck, donât stop,â he said between the constant panting.
Due to your rapid bouncing, your boobs were flailing in the air, occasionally hitting Bakugou in the face. Katsuki took matters into his own hands and latched his mouth around one of your perked nipples. You squealed at the sudden sensation.
âB-Bakugou...donât do that...itâll make me come faster,â you moaned as he grazed his teeth on your taut nipple.
For revenge, he tugged back the areola till it reached a few centimeters from your chest. Painful yes, but you couldnât deny it felt amazing. He quickly let go and returned to sucking on the tit, lathering it up with his own spit. All the while you were riding him till the muscles and tendons in your legs gave out. Steadying your hands on his shoulders, you grounded on your knees to give yourself a better leverage. Feeling touch starved, Bakugou shoved your hands from his shoulders and laced his fingers between them. Like a missing puzzle piece, you fit in perfectly with him. Everything about you was perfection. You defined it. Sitting here watching as you take him well, physically or not, he was completely enamored by the mere sight of you. He craned his head to brush just the tip of your nose. A nose he unmistakably mentally captured because he loved the feature so much.
Although, he couldnât think straight after that once you bottomed out again and rolled your hips in tune to his panting. You made a mess out of the aggressive blonde. Each time you swayed your body to the side heâd grunt out a low moan, trying to contain his usual loud profanities from waking up your classmates. Bakugou reached down and teasingly rubbed the sensitive bud, getting revenge for all the times youâve pissed him off. Under your breath, you moaned out his last name.
âSay my name,â he grunted, hands continuing to expertly work on you from below.
Confused, you obeyed and moaned, âBakugou!â
Suddenly, a painful sting sparked throughout your lower back. Eyes glued shut due to the searing pain, you whimper feeling a calloused hand smooth over the spot on your ass.
Katsuki spanked you. And you liked it.
âMy actual name, dumbass. I wanna hear it coming from your mouth.â
With a thrust, you continue moving up and down on his cock, never once missing a beat.
âK-...Katsuki. Katsuki-Katsuki...â his name sounded ethereal, as if he was a higher being.
Katsuki returned the favor and fisted your hair in a tight knot, your scalp screaming at how harsh he was pulling.
âThatâs a good girl.â
With a playful slap to your behind, Katsuki roughly shoves you to mount his lips again. Lips parted, both of your tongues twisted against each other, sharing a decent amount of saliva. He slipped out and pecked your lips a few times before biting down on your bottom lip. It didnât hurt like all the times he inflicted pain on you previously. But this time you swore you felt the trickle of blood trailing down to your chin. The coppery taste infiltrating your taste buds only increased your arousal. What a masochist.
Bakugou noticed the pacing of your movements decreasing, indicating you are already feeling worn out, and steadied his hands onto your hips.
âJust let me do the work here, dumbass,â he said as he thrusted sharply into your womb, causing you to whimper into his neck. âIâll take good care of you. You deserve a break from studying after all.â
-
You woke up feeling dizzy and fatigued, body aching from your toes to your head. From what you can remember, you were in the middle of studying when...
Katsuki happened.
Then you realized you werenât in the commons area anymore. Somehow, you were laying in a medium sized bed, covers strewn over your naked body, along with a muscular arm draped across your torso. To your side you can see a passed out Katsuki snoring quietly into his pillow. Even when heâs asleep, he still looks angry.
Jolting upright, you carefully pry his arm from your body. No prevail. Heâs got a strong hold on you.
He shuffled in his sleep and tightened his grip around you.
âMmm...not leaving...stay a little longer,â he mumbled.
You rolled your eyes. âWe both canât walk out of your dorm in the morning. People will get suspicious of us. Not to mention Aizawa,â you retorted back.
âOh? Donât like the idea of âusâ huh? Thatâs not what you said last night.â
You didnât need to look to know he was wearing his infamous shit eating smirk.
âShut up.â
For the first time you heard Katsuki genuinely laugh without forcing it. You looked over and saw his eyes wide open now, staring at nothing but you.
âWhatever, you love me Y/N.â
âI DO NOT!â
Grabbing your face with his rough hands, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.
âGo to fucking sleep nerd, we have a pre-exam in a few hours.â
-
(You can obviously tell I got lazy at the end LMFAO. This has been in my drafts for a LONG time. Also, this isnât edited so please excuse the horrendous text that is this post. Xoxo)
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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader
Chapter 9
Premis:
When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now youâre in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.
Word count: 2,756
Warnings: Cursing
A/N:
Oh dear lord I'm slow at getting these out. Life's been kickin' my ass lately. But thank you to everyone who's been giving me feedback on my stuff, I really love to hear from you guys!
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Chapter 8 Chapter 10
Two months. You've been "missing" for two months now. The days flew by, your time occupied by quirk training Shigaraki insisted on but never told you why. The times you tried to ask he'd brush it off, or say something like:
"So you donât throw another fit." His words were harsh but he said them with a flat and bored tone. Like it was a poorly acted line.
So now you had better control. You could move things on command, you knew basic combat, you certainly knew how to kick Dabi's ass by now, that didn't take too long. You were being allowed more and more freedom. Even allowed to leave for a convenience store runs with Toga once or twice. No one policed you, told you what you could and could not do anymore. You could have easily ran away by now. You supposed they really didn't need you either. For their plan to work all they would need was some blood and Toga could easily pass as you.
That idea sent a shiver down your spine. You're sure Shigaraki has thought of that already, so why hadn't he? Why was he training you? Would he use your quirk against the heroes in some way? Was he grooming you to turn and fight your father? You wouldn't. No matter what you wouldn't fight your father. Would you? You shook yourself of this thought as you walked down the ally to the back door of the hide out.
Toga unlocked the door and you stepped in, greeted by a dark and dingy back room. You made your way through the dark halls, following closely behind her as she led you up the stairs that finally led to the parts of the building with power. Soon you found yourself walking to the familiar living space where a few people rested. Dabi laid himself out on one of the couches, Spinner sat fiddling with his burner phone, and Twice had started yelling at the TV before you arrived.
"Luuuunch!" Toga shouted. Toga was often used as the errand girl, she brought back necessary supplies, oftentimes food. Today Toga asked you to tag along and help out, and there wasn't a single objection to the hostage going out on the town. You sat the heavy bags down on the coffee table, taking out the contents as you spoke.
"Where are the others?" You asked.
"Mr. Compress was sent on an errand of his own. And Shigaraki's probably pouting in his room. He'll come out when he's hungry." Dabi groaned as he took his meal from your hand.
"Oh. I'll just bring it to him." You said, absent-minded. All eyes turned to you, looking confused and shocked. "What?" You asked.
"Nothing! It's just-"
"He doesn't like to be disturbed." Toga and Twice spoke. You paused and looked at the box in your hand. It would get cold if he didn't eat soon, and besides, none of you had had much to eat lately, you were sure he was hungry. You knew you were.
"I'll just leave it at the door and knock. It'll get cold and then he'll be in an even worse mood." You told them. They watched you turn and walk up the stairs to his "room". You stood in front of the door, with such thin walls you could hear furious typing on the other side. Loud clicking of a mouse, and the sound of a computer's fan. You took a deep breath and softly knocked on the door. Suddenly the sounds abruptly stopped, followed by a bark.
"What!?"
"Foods here." You called back. You heard footsteps on the other side growing louder and louder until the door flew open. You stared up at the tall man as he looked down on you. His hair hung over his face, his eyes hardly visible. Your heart rate quickened the longer you looked at him. What the hell is wrong with you?
"Give it to me." He held out his hand, his pinky holding out in preparation to receive the box.
"You said you liked spice stuff, right?" You asked as you placed it in his hand.
"Yeah."
"We got you their spicy special. I hope it's not too much. The sign said 'caution' on it." He scoffed at you, turning the box and looking at the writing on it. He fell very quiet. Inspecting the box, you suddenly worried that something was wrong with it. That maybe you'd messed up somehow. But before your anxiety could reach its peak-
"Thank you." His voice was low and soft. You could hardly hear him. Then before you could respond he closed the door and left you alone again. Did he really say that? You never heard him say that to anyone. Granted, you hardly knew him but still, the way he said it, it made you feel... special in some way. You shook yourself from your train of thought and shuffled down the hallway, pausing when you heard movement and the door to Shigaraki's room open. You froze.
"Wait a minute." He barked. You turned too look at him. He hung out of the doorway to stare at you.
"W-What?" You asked. Shigaraki had a way of making people feel like they were in trouble. His ability to easily become an authority figure was something you were beginning to understand now.
"You...went out?" You nodded. He paused and looked away, his eyes shifting as the gears spun in his head. He turned back into his room as he spoke, "come here for a second." He asked. You slowly made your way to his room, the door left wide for you to peak inside. A dark room lit by portable light fixtures and a laptop computer which sat on an old desk. A cot thrown to the corner covered by the same old and tattered blankets the rest of you had.
"Am I... in trouble?" You croaked.
"What? No. Close the door behind you, you'll let in a draft." He ordered, seeming genuinely confused by your question. You closed the door behind you, leaving you completely alone with him in his space. Your heart raced.
You watched him turn and look up at the wall which he had decorated with plans. Pictures of heroes and villains cut out and pinned. Newspaper clippings, printed out articles and research essays. He was planning something, but what it was was difficult to determine. You did notice however, a cut out of an empty figure with your name on it pinned to the center of it all. You stared at it for a second before he broke you from your train of thought.
"Well?"
"Huh!?"
"What do you think?" He asked. His attention turned to his meal, he picked at it, taking a few bites.
"Of what?"
"...the plan." You looked back at the wall, puzzled you tried your best to gain any sort of information from it. Only being able to find bits and pieces. You knew it involved you, your father, and the take down of hero society. A cut out piece of article said something about the rise of villains, that more and more people were turning to villain work. How those rates have a correlation with classes. You slowly turned back to look at him.
"I'm sorry you're gonna have to explain this to me." You told him. He rolled his eyes and stood, directing his attention to his work as he spoke.
"This is the second part of the plan."
"What was the first?"
"Taking you as a hostage."
"Right. But, didn't you say the plan was to expose the heroes after they weren't able to rescue me and not only expose the faulty heroes but also my father as a neglectful and flawed individual not worthy of the hero title?" He paused.
"Yes."
"But that didn't go as planned."
"....."
"Didn't you say something about making a video to broadcast outing myself as All Might's daughter and causing panic? What happened to that plan?"
"It became leverage. If they attempt to come for you, then we'll go with that. But if we do that now, they'll come for you now and we'll be forced to fight."
"Isn't a fight...a good thing? You'd get news coverage and You'd no doubt gain supporters."
"Normally it would. But a fight isn't what we need right now. The heroes have us surrounded. If we make any move at all, we're in their hands. We won't be able to win."
"Not even with your quirk? Couldn't you-"
"Not with everyone here. As strong as I've gotten, I'm not strong enough to keep them from getting swept up and dusted too."
"Right."
"We're in a tight spot. One wrong move and we'll be wiped out."
"What about your supporters? Couldn't you get help from the outside."
"I could, but the heroes would see it coming. They have our signal tapped. Any sort of communication has to be verbal or written."
"Homing pigeon?" You offered. It made him smirk.
"Right now we're like a fox trapped in its own hole by hunters."
"So... we dig?" That made him smile, wide.
"Dig. If we could smuggle ourselves out of the city, we could reach a clear spot where we can call for backup to get us."
"Why not send one person to smuggle themselves out? Toga could easily disguise herself and leave."
"They have a barrier."
"What?"
"Part of the city is closed off until further notice. They know exactly where we are. If one gets out, they won't hesitate to come for all of us. We all have to get out at once and they can't notice until it's too late."
"But how the hell are you gonna do that?" His smile widened. He looked truly excited and happy. For the first time you saw your capture seem truly excited about something.
"We have a few secret recruits in the city. Spies." He turned his attention back to his meal box, reaching in to pull out the inner box that held the food, to reveal a piece of paper sitting underneath in the flimsy take out box. "I didn't know they were letting you out of the base now." He spoke as he opened and read the note within the box.
"I thought, you knew. I thought you were the one that said I could. Dabi said it was fine." He read the note and stood to pin it up on the wall before speaking.
"I've been too busy with this to worry about you. You shouldn't believe everything that Dabi says. I told him to make sure you just don't have another episode and cause a scene before we leave. I thought assigning him babysitting duty would keep him busy." He chuckled. "There's just one thing I don't understand." He turned back to you. "Why didn't you leave?"
"I...I..."
"You had the opportunity, but you're still here. Why?" You froze. Why? Why didn't you run?
"I was scared I'd be killed." You lied. He laughed at you.
"Don't lie to me. You lost that fear a long time ago. You know that's not true. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you a long time ago."
"You've kept me alive to use me as bate. To, to expose the truth." You argued.
"With Toga, we wouldn't need to." You swallowed hard. You knew he had thought about this.
"I'll tell you why I stayed, if you tell me why you've been training me." He scoffed.
"To keep you busy, to keep you from having another episode."
"That doesn't make sense. You could have drugged me, killed me, you said it yourself. But you kept me alive, you kept me busy. You could have kept me on my meds, unable to use it at all but you insisted I learn my quirk. You trained me yourself. Why?" His smile faded and his expression became dark.
"I asked you first." He growled. You looked away from him and thought for a moment before gaining the strength to answer. You knew the truth for a while now. You never wanted to say it out loud. You refused to look at him as you spoke.
"I don't wanna go back. But you probably already knew that by now. You just wanted to hear me say it, huh?" His smirk returned.
"Had a hunch." He snickered.
"Now you answer me."
"Why don't you wanna go back?"
"We had a deal. Answer my question now." You barked at him. It took him a long pause. A full minute of waiting in silence felt like agony.
"I thought it would help you feel better." He muttered in a surprisingly husky tone. "Keep you from asking me to dust you again." That's right, during your episode...
"I'm sorry." You blurted.
"What?"
"I'm sorry I... I asked you to kill me." You hid your face from him. He shifted and crossed his arms across his chest.
"It's not a big deal, I dust people all the time."
"No, I know. But like, I can't imagine being asked to by someone having a fucking break down happens all the time too. I kinda...kinda put you in a shitty position." When you looked up, he looked confused. Comically so. "What?"
"I took you hostage." He reminded you. You couldn't help but chuckle, that made him more confused.
"Shit, yeah, you're right. Guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself huh?" He looked away. "Still. My intentions weren't to upset you."
"You didn't upset me."
"It seems like I upset you." You toyed. His guard was down, he was vulnerable, and allowing you to be there.
"Shut up. You didn't answer my other question!" He shouted in an almost playful tone. You couldn't help but smile, only to have it slowly fade as you thought about your second answer.
"I don't want to go back because..." you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. You were unable to speak. He looked down at you, waiting for an answer. He seemed almost relaxed. He seemed normal. Like a normal guy leaning against the wall of his bedroom with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes wandered up to his scarred neck, bright red scabs forming. Inflamed and fresh. He had recently scratched at it again, clearly in an upset state too. When he blinked you got a clear view of the scarring around his eyes.
"Boss!" A familiar voice shouted from outside the door. "Boss!" Before you could move the door was thrown open, Spinner's wide eyes finding you standing there. He shook his confusion loose before turning back to Shigaraki who quickly changed his position to attention. "Come quick!"
You followed him back to the living space where the old television sat. The news playing loudly as everyone gathered around to watch in panic. Swat teams and heroes decorated the screen as shot after shot showed them surrounding your building. Fear ran from your toes to your head, making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Shit. Shit. Shit. They're here for you. But you...you weren't ready to leave. And what about-
"Not again! - We can take 'em'!" Twice shouted at it like a sport was playing.
"Tomura, what are we going to do!?" Toga asked, frantically bobbing up and down in panic. He watched the TV intently listening in.
"After receiving a tip from an anonymous source, police and heroes found missing tourist Y/L/N Y/N being held captive by The League of Villains in this abandoned office building. Officials are working now to safely rescue the hostage."
Suddenly a loud voice was heard both on TV and through the halls of the building.
"League of Villains. We have you surrounded. Please let Y/L/N go and no one will be hurt." A cop shouted through a megaphone.
"C'mon Shigaraki, what's the plan?" Dabi asked, clearly starting to get uncomfortable. Before Shigaraki could respond, you spoke.
"Well, looks like this is it for me." You began walking away, only to be stopped by a strong, four-fingered grip pulling you back.
"Where do you think you're going!?" He growled.
"The jig is up, Shigaraki! Let me go! I'm not useful anymore. All they want is me, if I'm out of your hair you'll be able to escape easier." His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his red eyes bore into yours.
"So long as you're here they won't dare make a move. You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here."
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bts reaction - you're on your period
SEOKJIN -
Jin has no idea what to do at first and will probably use dad jokes to make up for that (you're still unsure if he does this to make you or himself feel better) but over time he'll learn what to do (probably after asking Namjoon), although he'll be confused (and hurt, honestly) when you're screaming at him but suddenly giving him puppy dog eyes, saying, "Oppa, cuddles.",,, like, WHAT ARE MOOD SWINGS?!?!?
Seokjin also doesn't believe in medicine. Instead of getting you panadol when you have cramps he'll make you soup with all his love and the best ingredients and you'll verbally abuse him for it because HE TOOK HALF A FUCKING HOUR TO GET PANADOL THAT WASN'T EVEN PANADOL đČ
But he's great at being your personal pillow, tissue box, sexy teddy bear, chef, and pretty much anything else. Just, just don't go to him if you have cramps, okay?
NAMJOON -
When it comes to periods and frankly everything else but only in interviews, Kim Namjoon is the most mature of the seven. He actually listened in health class so he knows what to do. He knows to be serious when it comes to this stuff and he always carries extra pads with him.
He knows what brand of pads you like and doesn't even have to keep your cycle in his phone like the others because it's engraved in his brain, and would remember to make his emotions as erratic as yours even if he thinks you're being a bit ridiculous because he doesn't want to get yelled at like he did last time and then have to go comfort your crying self even though you made him feel worthless because he was a boy.
Oh, also, he'll never get uncomfortable checking if there's any blood, he knows you're super insecure about that stuff and your mind is always freaking out about it (who doesn't lol, no offense if you don't), a bonus is that the rest of the guys just think he's being his "pure" pervert self and checking out his jagi's ass.
Plus he's great for cuddles and when you're crying or cramping.
JIMIN -
This kid hates periods as much as you do. Why? Simple,,, no sex! This concludes with Jimin giving you a grumpy-faced, silent [however long your period is] number of days.
In his phone, he's got your period marked and whenever his alarm rings he's suddenly miserable even though you probably already told him you were on it.
He'll go all quiet and'll get even more grumpy when one of the others (mostly Seokjin) cracks an innuendo or a joke relating to a time someone walked in on the two of you. It'll just make him miserable.
He will cuddle you when you want and will be your slave like Seokjin but he won't be very good for anything else because he's busy stewing but he does keep pads on him at all times and will make sure nothing swimming related happens because then there'll be two grumpy people in the relationship and no one wants that.
You'll get so annoyed with him being silent you'll either say, "Oppa Chim Chim! Don't be grouchy! I can't help mother nature's ways, now, CUDDLES!" Or make you grumpy and say, "Oh, I'm sorry there's blood coming out of my vagina! What, you don't like me using that word? Phulease. You're fine with saying "pussy" when you're slapping it, oh, stop getting uncomfortable, you piece of shit, and come cuddle me,"
But will always resolve in him calling you a brat but doing what you want.
TAEHYUNG -
At first Taehyung will be a bit immature about it. When you first told him and you both were a lot younger he said, "oh, cool, Jagi, can I see the blood?" And because Hobi was filming a V-Live nearby there's now a clip of you chasing Taehyung out of the bathroom with a flying bloody pad on the internet that went so viral it made it to the Jimmy Fallon Show.
Non-ARMYS know him as "Japanese Kid From That Vine Who Doesn't Know What a Period Is".
Although now he's much better. He actually did research about periods by asking yours truly and actually put your cycle in his phone.
He'd remind himself to keep his toe behind the line and not to slide it over, not even a little bit, so he doesn't get abused. He'll be a bit confused but will always eventually give in to you and your emotions even if they don't make any sense.
YOONGI -
It doesn't matter if or not you're bleeding, Min Yoongi will always be the same - bit weird, bit cute, super horny, and super hot.
Even though you just used one of his emergency tampons/pads he had in his jeans pocket he'll still grab you by the waist and cover you in cheeky, biting kisses that make you squirm (and frankly, miserable because sex with Min Yoongi is incredible) but be grumpy and say, "Oppa, I'm on my period."
Yoongi will then sigh and nod, cuddling you instead and will let you watch whatever you want even if it's some silly girly drama.
JUNGKOOK -
I honestly agree that JK is the purest of the seven.
He's still unsure about periods but is the best for cuddles, make-you-feel-better comedy, etc.
He won't know a lot about periods but will know enough to crack jokes to make you laugh.
Jungkook loves you and is willing to do whatever you want without complaining and with a smile on his face and a kick in his leg.
HOBI -
Hoseok knows to stay the fuck away from you when you're on your period. The last time he was within your radius the two of you nearly broke up (it was your fault).
For both of your sakes the rest of the band knows your cycle. One of them will always volunteer to keep Hoseok occupied.
You've forgotten your period before and started verbally abusing the poor thing because he promised ARMY his Jagi would come to the V-Live tomorrow at the same time you'd planned to eat dried mango with Seokjin and force him to watch Strong Girl Bon-Soon.
bts masterlist - hope this made y'all satisfied! i'm currently on my period and there weren't any reactions i needed. requests are open. (also, credits to the GIF owners)
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Prompt! After seeing that ball gag in the basketball hoop in their room, Iâm hilariously imagining Franny wandering downstairs with it during breakfast or something and everyone freaks out about it, or something similar lol
Forewarning: As you couldâve guessed, this one is pretty dirty. In fact, Iâll probably never recover from writing some of these words. Youâll know which ones I mean. Damn it, Shameless, why are these things canon?!
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They were talking again. Loud, like they didnât give two shits who could hear them, even though the house was full of people.
Lately, itâd become almost nonstop, and Debbie had just about enough of it â and them.
âTake it, you insatiable slut!âÂ
âYes, fuckinâ impale me with your monster cock!â
As she stood behind the closed accordion door, which frankly did nothing to silence all the bizarre exclamations and assorted sex noises, she scrunched her face in disgust. Thankfully, her ears only felt like they were bleeding, and the real damage was happening just to her inner calm.
This time, Ian and Mickey were going at it at half past seven on a Sunday, throwing around words that would make even the creators of bad pornos cringe.Â
Theyâd been on her shitlist ever since she found several dried come stains on her lilac bath robe, and really, her frustration with them only grew stronger from there. It was one thing that they apparently made sex into a full-time hobby; sounding like absolute perverts throughout their daily (and nightly) numerous rounds was another.Â
Debbie could take it no more. She was long past the point of finding it funny. There were now very specific, lewd details about her older brother forever embedded in her mind â and she fondly looked back at the days when Ian was still behind bars and dearly missed.
Checking that her palm was covering Frannyâs eyes, she squeezed her own eyes tightly before getting a blind hold on the accordion door. She yanked it open, immediately causing the verbal vomit to stop.
âThe actual fuck, Debbie!âÂ
She heard scrambling and annoyed groans and, eventually, to what sounded like a fight over the comforter, the bed creaked as someone got off it. She took that as her cue and secured her hold on Franny, who started to dig her little fingers into Debbieâs palm.
âIâve had it with you two assholes!â she raged, using her free hand to gesticulate wildly. âI was fine with the exaggerated moans and the fact that seeing your ugly naked asses around on a daily basis was now a given, but if I have to hear the words uber-masculine slut and dom top daddy one more time, Iâm gonna make sure you wonât be able to stick your dicks anywhere. For a long time.âÂ
She paused, becoming faintly aware that someone was hurriedly trying to get dressed somewhere to her left.
âNow, Iâm gonna go back to bed,â she continued, much calmer, satisfied that her case was being heard without protests, âand youâre gonna watch Franny because you both owe me. Big time.â
The room was silent, the atmosphere tense. Debbie let out a frustrated huff.Â
âJust tell me when,â she prompted, too scared to open her eyes.Â
For a second, it seemed like Ian and Mickey argued without saying a thing out loud. Then, settling on whatever, Ian cleared his throat.Â
âYeah.â
Debbie immediately regretted not leaving without sparing them another glance. Because while Ian was at least dressed, standing in front of her in his boxers and a T-shirt that was both too tight and inside-out, Mickey sat on the bed only with the comforter bunched in his lap.Â
They were both sweaty and out of breath, and Debbie felt herself flush when she noticed the visible handprints on Mickeyâs neck.Â
Still, she recovered fast, piercing them both alternately with a hard stare. âCanât believe I even have to say this, but no fucking in front of my kid!â she warned, pointing her finger at them.
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The slam of Debbieâs bedroom door successfully burst the strange bubble they got themselves caught up in. Their eyes instantly snapped to each other.Â
âI call shower,â Ian announced plainly.
âFuck you, I call shower first,â Mickey countered. âI was about to bust a nut anyway.â
âWhatâs bustanut?â
It was the first thing they heard Franny say, and, yeah, Debbie was definitely going to break both of their dicks after this, wasnât she?
âWell, Franny,â Ian started as he leaned down to her, maneuvering her a little so that she wouldnât catch a glimpse of Mickeyâs naked form as he untangled himself from the comforter, âthatâs a thing adults say when they have to brush their teeth. And your Uncle Mickey has a really stinky breath this morning.â
âLike youâre one to talk, bitch.âÂ
Ian looked up to Mickey poking his tongue in his cheek, his loosely curled fist moving in front of his face in a rather obvious motion. He shot him a glare, but Mickey just pulled his boxers up and left the room, chuckling.
The good news was that Franny seemed content with that. Shrugging her shoulders, she hopped on their rumpled bed and started jumping on it. Ian decided it was better than having to crack the olâ concept of male ejaculation to her on an early Sunday morning and went about his routine as usual.Â
It didnât take long until something else caught Frannyâs attention and she started making low frustrated noises.
Putting on his deodorant, Ian watched in the mirror as she struggled with the cap of their lube.Â
âIs this a special sauce?â she asked, all bright-eyed and curious.
Ian snickered. Franny knew all about special sauces ever since Liam started experimenting with making his own in the kitchen a few weeks ago.Â
âYeah, I guess it kinda is a special sauce, in a way,â he replied amusedly. âUncle Mickey says he doesnât like it, but heâs a filthy liar.âÂ
âSmells like strawberries.â
âYeah, it does.â He turned, grinning at her. âNice, huh?âÂ
She held the tube out for him. âCan I try?â
Instead of opening it for her like she probably expected, Ian took it from her and shoved it in the closest drawer. Â
âMaybe in a few years.âÂ
Franny sighed dramatically, and Ian observed in real-time as he started losing his fun uncle points with her. But it didnât matter how pouty she got; he couldnât actually let her play with their lube. Mickey was right â that shit was expensive.
It only took about a minute this time before she got bored again. Kicking the bed involuntarily with her feet hanging over its edge, she scanned the messy room. Finally, her eyes fell on a black leathery thing laid on top of the laundry basket by the bed.Â
âWhatâs that?â
Ian pursed his lips as he thought of the best answer, but before he could give her any, he got interrupted.
âItâs a ball gag,â Mickey supplied as he strode into the room with only a towel around his hips. His hair was wet, and the unashamedly self-satisfied smirk on his face had Ian roll his eyes.
âWhatâs a ball gag?â
âItâsââ
âA toy!â Ian said, a little panicky. âA toy that Uncle Ian and Uncle Mickey like to play with. Especially Uncle Mickey.â
Pausing on his way to their closet, Mickey smacked Ianâs ass. Waggling his eyebrows, he then leaned in to lightly peck his cheek.
âYou betcha.âÂ
Frannyâs eyes widened with excitement. âCan I play, too?âÂ
She got her hands on the contraption at the same time as Ian, who at first tried to scare her off with a stern look. Failing that, he started pulling on the strap, giving out a somewhat tentative laugh.
âReally not a good idea.â
âI wanna play, too! Please!â
âFrannyââ
With an ear-splitting screech, she slipped the ball gag from Ianâs grasp and set off running out of the room.
âCrap,â Ian muttered, slapping hard at Mickeyâs arm when he had the nerve to chuckle. âDumbass, your dickâs on the line here, too, you know?â
In the kitchen, he found Franny making rounds around the table; the sex toy held over her head victoriously like a golden trophy. Thankfully, the only person sitting there was Lip, who seemed genuinely entertained by the sudden spectacle.
âUncle Lip, Uncle Lip, do you wanna play with my ball gag?â Franny asked mid-run.
âUh, maybe later?â Still smiling, Lip shot his brother a look, pointedly raising a brow.
âFranny?â Ian tried playing nice with a sing-song voice. When the kid slipped past him over and over again, he decided to change his tactics. âFranny! Gimme that!â
âNo!â she yelled stubbornly as she took off toward the living room. Unluckily for her, thatâs where Mickey, having come down the other set of stairs, caught her.Â
As he walked back with her, he held her under his arm so that her tiny legs kicked the air behind his back as she tried to wiggle free. âSorry, kid, but Uncle Mickey doesnât share his toys,â he told her as he settled her down in the kitchen.Â
Lip sniggered into his mug.Â
âSo, breakfast?â Mickey suggested after he passed the ball gag to Ian. âIâm fuckinâ starving.â
While Ian hid the sex toy upstairs, Mickey made Pop-Tarts. And Franny, being the good girl she was, sat there through all that and quietly sulked.Â
Then, after nibbling on her breakfast for some time, she stood up resolutely.
âIâm gonna go bustanut,â she stated loudly, nearly prompting Lip to choke on his coffee.
He watched as Mickey cackled, and shook his head.
âDebbieâs gonna kill you both, you know?â
Mickey just smirked. âCanât wait to see her try.â
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Head-Cannons for Jealous Kageyama, Suga, Iwaizumi, & Bokuto
request:Â hi! May I request hc's of iwazumi, bokuto, mattsun, suga, and kageyama on how they act when they're jealous? I couldn't find a character limit in your rules so feel free to do however many you like :) Have a good one lovely human <3
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Hi honey! So I didnât write it but I'm going to be doing four per head-cannon! thank you for requesting! <3 These are gender neutral/no pronouns so I hope thatâs ok, hope you enjoy! Also to everyone, requests are open!
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~Kageyama~
â° youâve been in class all day and finally the bell rings and its lunch
â° you and a friend are sitting, talking about homework, eating, as one does during lunch. You normally sit with him because kags always plays volleyball during break, surprised? no.
â° all sweet Kags wanted to do this lunch was to sit with his baby!!!
â° he sees you sitting real close to this other guy, and what does his awkward ass do? FUCKING STARES AT YOU, clown to clown communication going on right here
â° anyone coming into the cafeteria just sees him blocking the path with the smoke whirling around his head
â° you finally turn around after feeling two burning holes in the back of your head and see him glancing between you and your friend
â° dummy realizes you noticed him and turns bright red in embarrassment after noticing he has been staring at you for at least half the lunch period and he sprints
â° this man ZOOOOOMS out of that room
â° you, being the caring s/o you are, run after him to the best of your abilities, all the way to the vending machine
â° by the time you get there, heâs already sipping on two milks, pouting, and bright red, poor thing
â° you make eye contact with him as you sit down, him turning away to face a wall instead
â° you poke his stomach and sides to get his attention, fully aware of how ticklish he is there
â° âY/N PLEASE!â he grits out in between fits of laughter
â°Â âWhy did you run out then?â you say as you cease your attack, snaking your arms around his waist
â° his body relaxes into yours and returns the hug, he buries his face into the top of your head as he mumbles
â° âI know you know I can't hear you,âÂ
â° he grunts back in response and mumbles again, just loud enough that you can hear that one, specific, word
â° âYOU WERE JEALOUS!!!!!!â you scream so loud he jumps back a little
â° he burrows his head into your neck in an attempt to hide from you, not the best play he could have made, but there was an attempt, he tried
â° you move one hand to pat his head and the other stays on his back, âKags, I donât know why you would be jealous, Iâm just friends with (Friends/N), I donât like him like that, ok?â
â° he straightens up and looks at you dead in the eyes, to anyone else he looks normal, but there's a little smile on his face that looks a little less creepier than usual
â° he grabs you tight and you can hear the bell in the background, but you both ignore it and stay like that for a little longer
~Suga~
â° everyone pretends that this man is the chillest, sweetest, calmest character in this show
â° hell no
â° he has as much crackhead energy radiating through his body as is possible without being a crackhead
â° the two of you are at one of karasuno's practice matches against nekoma, and they have been trying that play with nishinoya as setter, and a few other ideas the coach came up with
â° during a break between on of the games (which to your displeasure, have gone on forever, but you love seeing Suga play so you don't really mind) you decide to pull out your chemistry homework
â° âwhy, and who made chemistry,â you say to yourself âI just want to have a little talk.â
â° âWell I wouldnât say a specific person invented it, but Robert Boyle is considered the first modern chemist,â you look to your left and see a tall nekoma player with bed hair
â° you arch a brow, and get back to âworkingâ, if you could call it that
â° he sits next to you and offers a smirk and says, âIm Kuroo Tetsuro, if you want I can help with your homework if you want,â
â° your nose scrunches up and you turn away from him
â° âDonât be sodium chloride,â he says as he scoots a little closer, but as he does that, you can feel the other side of you warm a little
â° in the corner of your eye before you look to see what sat next to you, you see Suga, his eyes glaring straight at the rooster boy
â° he drapes his arms on your shoulders and sets his head on yours and looks directly as kuroo, cold as ice, he tells him âShe is fine, I can help her,âÂ
â° the smile on his face does nothing to hide the fact that heâs not messing aroundÂ
â° you pull him off of you to face him, giving him a little shove before telling him off,
â° âI had it covered, itâs not like I was going to say yes, even though I probably need the helpâŠâ
â° he raises his eyebrows at you, âI can help you, no problem!â he says sweetly, as if you both arenât getting the same grades
â° the next game is starting, signaled by the freak already on the court in their positions and the whistle blowing you give Suga a kiss on the cheek and tell him to go
â° he smirks at you, and from then on in the match, whenever he spiked a ball, set a good toss, or dug anything, he looked to kuroo and directly pointed to where you sat
~Hajime Iwaizumi, (27), Athletic trainer~
â° I don't even know what to do for this dude, no wait haha jk
â° Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and you have been best friends for forever
â° you guys are so close, sleepovers since you were little, you even made them an entire meal and movie night on the day they lost, lots of wet tissues and tear soaked blankets
â° when you and Iwaizumi finally got together after year of pining after each other, nobody was more excited than Oikawa, nobodyÂ
â° now, you three are having a sleepover to celebrate being done with midterms and you made a big pillow fort to watch your favorite movie in, with popcorn and chocolate and all of that
 Ⱐit's dark except for the light from computer screen, you can barely make out the faces to your right and left, and it's so late, you forgot who was on which side
â° it's hard for you to fall asleep without Iwa anymore, so you grab the arm to your left and lift it up and snuggle into the warmth of who you thought was your boyfriend
â° because you all are so close, Oikawa didnât think twice about wrapping his arms around you, forgetting that Iwa was even there
â° your boyfriend started to get red in the face, âOikawa,â he warned, trying to make his best friend back off without making a scene
â° Oikawa looks to him confused, âChill out Iwa-chan! I know it's not godzilla but it's not that badâ
â° Iwaizumi would have left it at that, but when you turned around and hooked your leg onto your current human pillow? Ohohoho, its over
â° he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder, wrecking the little tent you made and leaving the third wheel of the trio in the rubble
â° you cry out in protest, upset that your hours of work are now suffocating your other best friend
â° you feel every step and he takes as he walks you both towards your room the air is tense, and you donât know what to do
â° you enter your bedroom, still being carried by him, and he drops you on the bed, and falls on top of you, letting out a noise of comfort as you squirm
â° âHajime please get of youâre squishing meee!â you wheeze out the last part
â° he doesnât verbally acknowledge you but he adjusts himself so you both are comfortable
â° âIs this ok?â he asks quietly
â° âyeah,â you reply, âIt is.âÂ
â° Neither of you seem to notice oikawa taking photos, and the next day, oikawa shows iwa, but not without a volleyball to the headÂ
â° neither you nor oikawa know that's his screen on his phone
~Bokuto~
â° When does this boy not get jealous, not because of you no! He trusts you with anything and everything, and he loves showing you off
â° that is until all the attention goes to you and he thinks everyone is going to take you away, especially when he goes emo mode, heâs about ready to give you up to anyone :( but you never go obviously
â° akaashi managed to convince you to become manager, he said that it would come in handy when he started to become self destructive
â° and it worked! You were able to save a lot of games and akaashiâs mental health, for a while that is
â° today was the first day of spring high finals, teams everywhere, balls flying, and Bokuto was anxious, and it was showing
â° as the team walks to the court, you grab Bokuto's hand and you grab it tight letting him know you are there for him
â° he began to feel less tense and calmed down once againÂ
â° the game started and it was going smoothly, the other team wasn't able to shut down any FukurĆdaniâs attacks
â° that is until, the other team's captain started flirting with you
â° whenever he makes a point, he would say some gross ass pick up line, or wink at you, and even worse, he would make sure to meet eyes with Bokuto, every, single, time
â° Bokutoâs shots have gotten worse, he's hitting into the blockers, the net, and even missing the ball completely
â° it physically hurts you when this happens to your boyfriend, and at this point you are sick of it, and have started to grow annoyed at the creepily corny capitanÂ
â° you whisper to the coach to call Bokuto in who is currently hanging onto akaashi, asking him not to set to him anymore
â° the coach calls a time out, and signals the rest of the team to stay on the court, Bokuto doesnât even notice the rest of his teammates standing still around him
â° when he reaches the bench you grab him by the shoulders and look him in the eyes and say âBaby, kick his ass.â
â° you move your head to face the other captain and smile, then you grab Bokuto's face and kiss him, hard
â° the time out ends and your team is flushed with embarrassment, but Bokuto was hyped up jumping all over the court, and ready to destroy the other team
â° (they won the rest of the set no points lost)
#bokuto x reader#bokuto hcs#kageyama x reader#kageyama hcs#iwaizumi hcs#iwaizumi x reader#suga x reader#suga hcs#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#sugawara kĆshi#sugawara x you#sugawara x reader
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enemies to lovers ~ mark;midsommar
word count: 2890
request?: yes!
âMidsommar imagine where Mark and reader aren't friends and always fight when the group hangs oit with each other so Josh, Dani, and Christian lock them in a room and they end up admitting their feelings and kissing or smth?â
description: when their friends grow tired of their ârivalryâ, so they decide to force them to admit their feelings for one another
pairing: mark x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist
Dani raced into the library and sat in front of me. The sound of the doors slamming and her bag loudly rustling caused the other studying students to shush her.
âParty at Christianâs house,â she whispered to me, although we still got a few glares from the surrounding tables. âTonight. Iâm going around 8 to help set up.â
âI have an assignment due Monday, Dani. I canât go to a party,â I told her.
Dani scoffed. âYou have all weekend, and you already know youâre gonna pass. Take one Friday night to let loose and have fun.â
I looked down at my assignment and thought for a moment. âWill...will Mark be there?â
âYou know he will be. He lives there.â
âThen no, Iâm not going.â
Dani rolled her eyes at me. âYou have to get over this stupid feud with Mark. You run with the same friend group, you have to get along eventually.â
âIâll try when he does.â My outburst earned us more shushing and dirty looks.
My fight with Mark was not my doing. It was the opposite, actually. I had tried to be friends with Mark. When we first met, I was nice and friendly. He was the one who decided to start everything off with insults and harmful comments.
Since then, we never got along. I still tried to be friends with him, for Daniâs sake more than anything. He was Christianâs best friend, and roommate after all. Itâs not like I could actually avoid him or anything. But my attempts were proven futile time and time again, as Mark just continued to be a complete and utter dickwad towards me, for no reason other than he was just an asshole.
Knowing I was too frustrated to continue working, I packed my things into my laptop bag and walked out of the library. Dani quickly followed me out. Once the doors closed behind us, she began talking again.
âOkay, youâre right, Iâm sorry,â she said. âI know this is all on Mark. I still donât get what his problem is.â
âHeâs a jerk,â I responded simply. âAnd a fuckboy, and all those bad words to describe a guy. I donât match up to his standards or whatever, so he has to put me in my place.â
âBut youâre like me, and he seems to like me.â
âBut youâre dating his friend. Iâm not saying he wouldnât be nice to you if you werenât, but by proxy he has to be nice to you or else Christian would beat the shit out of him. Me, on the other hand, Iâm fair game. He doesnât like me, I have no legitimate ties to any of his friends. Heâs free to verbally abuse me as he desires.â
âItâs still not fair,â Dani sighed. âAnd it sucks because it puts this strain on you and me hanging out whenever Christian and his friends are involved.â She shook her head then shrugged. âI donât know. You are free to come to the party if you want, though. Iâd rather you be there, though. We haven't let loose together in a long time.â
âIâll think about it,â I told her. âIâll text you if I decide to come.â
She smiled and gave me a hug before racing off for the class I knew she was late for. I laughed and rolled my eyes before going the other direction.
~~~~~~~
After a lot of internal debates with myself, I decided to go to the party, but only for Dani.
I planned everything out the minute I got out of class: Iâd show up early enough that I wasnât the first person there, but that there werenât too many people already. Just enough that I could slip in without Mark noticing I was there. Iâd stay for an hour or two and hang out with Dani, then Iâd go home before it got too crowded, or before the great asshole himself found me.
I got ready at my place and decided to drive myself, so I wouldnât have an excuse to stay too late and drink. I even parked down the road to make sure Iâd be able to leave without being blocked in.
Unfortunately, my timing wasnât exactly the best as I was the first person to arrive, besides Dani who was still helping set up. The minute I walked through the door, she bounded towards me and hugged me tightly.
âYou came!â she said. âIâm so glad!â
âYeah,â I said, trying not to seem as awkward as I felt. âI decided fuck it. Like you said, we havenât let loose together in a while. Although, fair warning, I wonât be letting loose too much tonight. I drove myself, and I intend on driving myself home.â
âThatâs fine, Iâll pump you full of water after I make you so wasted you canât walk straight,â she said with a nonchalant shrug. I laughed, although I wasnât sure if she was completely joking or not.
âYou realize youâre supposed to show up fashionably late to parties, not fashionably early, right?â
I cringed at the sound of the voice I wanted to hear the least. I looked past Dani to see Mark standing in the kitchen, putting drinks in a cooler that was set out on the counter.
âOh wait, I forgot, you have a self curfew. Wouldnât wanna fall behind on next weekâs homework,â he continued.
My body tensed and my grip on Daniâs hands tightened.
âMark,â Dani snapped.
âWhat?â he asked. âIâm just saying. Iâm sure Miss. Teacherâs Pet can afford to be an actual college student for the night and actually attend a party like a normal person.â
I had to bite back the tears I felt welling up in my eyes. This was why I didnât like hanging out with the friend group. I really felt like I didnât belong there, and it was all thanks to Mark.
âOpen your mouth one more fucking time, asshole,â Dani hissed. âThis may be your house but I will not hesitate to kick your ass to the curb.â
Mark rolled his eyes. âWhatever.â
âIgnore him,â Dani whispered to me. âIâm glad youâre here early. Wanna help set up? Christian wants to do beer pong and the table is down in the basement.â
âWhere are you guys gonna put it?â I asked, looking around their cramped living room.
âI donât know, I told Christian Iâd figure it out,â Dani responded, waving away my question. âI just need help bringing it up.â
I shrugged and followed her down to the basement. Like the rest of their place, the boyâs basement was also a mess. It was hard to know where weâd be able to find anything since it looked like everything was just thrown around.
âIâm not shocked,â Dani said upon seeing the state of the basement.
âNeither am I,â I responded. âDo you know roughly where it is?â
âNo idea,â she said with a sigh. âIâll go ask Christian. You look around, give me a second.â
She raced back up the stairs. I looked around the messy basement. I had no desire to dig around in someone elseâs mess, but I figured the quicker I found the ping pong table, the quicker I could get out of there.
I heard the door to the basement open again as I was shifting some boxes around. However, instead of Dani, the voice I wanted to hear the least spoke up.
âItâs not over there.â
I spun around to see Mark walking past me towards the wall opposite of the stairs.
âWhereâs Dani?â I asked.
âShe sent me down to get the ping pong table. She said she wanted to do the last of the stuff upstairs.â
âWhat else does she have to do?â
âBeats me. I think this is the only thing.â
Mark shoved some stuff aside and pulled the folded pool table from against the wall. I started to approach, but hesitated. âDo you need help with that?â
âNo, I got it. Go open the door for me, though. I donât wanna drop it going up the stairs.â
I quickly bounded up the stairs, excited to get out of that situation. I went to turn the door knob, but found that it wouldnât budge. âDid you lock the door behind you?â
âWhat? No. The doorknob locks from the other side.â
âWell, someone locked us down here.â
I heard Markâs footsteps behind me on the stairs. He reached past me to try and jiggle the doorknob himself. The stairwell was so close that he had to basically be pressed against me. Despite my distain for Mark, I couldnât help but feel nervous with his closeness. I could smell his cologne, and it made me feel weak in the knees.
When the door knob wouldnât turn for him, he began beating on the door. âHey! Guys?! Did someone lock the door?!â
There was no response. My heart began to race, this time in a bad way. I started thinking of the worst, that something had happened to everyone upstairs and Mark and I were going to be locked in the basement until someone came to find us. Who knew how long that would be?
âIs there a window we can climb out?â I asked.
âDonât be so dramatic, thereâs gotta be someone out there to let us out,â Mark responded before banging his hand on the door again and calling out for someone to come open the door.
âI know. I just wanted to know...just in case.â
âSomeone will come get us eventually,â Mark repeated. He sat himself down on the stair and looked up at me. âYou can sit while we wait. Better than standing.â
He was gesturing to the stair just behind him, which wouldâve still had us sitting far too close to one another. Despite my weird feeling from being close to him moments before, I was remembering why I didnât want to be locked down there with him. I shook my head and pressed my back against the wall.
âWhy?â Mark asked.
I wasnât prepared for the question, so my brain didnât exactly have a response ready. I stuttered out some nonsense before finally saying, âI-Iâd j-just prefer to stand.â
Mark rolled his eyes at me. âSuit yourself.â
It felt like no time was passing as we waited to hear someone outside the door. There was no way to tell how long we had been waiting, and we had both left our phones on the other side of the door. Convenient, huh?
I kept shifting weight between my legs but they were still starting to hurt. I was hoping Dani would finish with setting up soon, or would realize Mark and I had been gone for a long time, and would come to find us. Just thinking about sitting on their comfortable couch was making my legs feel more and more sore by the second.
Noticing my discomfort, Mark grabbed my arm suddenly and yanked me down to sit next to him. I stumbled a little, nearly falling down the stairs, but finally settled onto the stair just behind him. The narrowness of the stairwell caused Mark to brush against my mostly bare legs, which caused my stomach to fill with butterflies.
âLooking at you was making me tired,â he told me. âI donât understand why you were being so stubborn about sitting down. Iâm not gonna bite you or anything.â
âYou might,â I muttered to myself.
âIâm not into biting,â Mark responded, smirking at me over his shoulder.
This was new. If I didnât know any better, Iâd say Mark was trying to flirt with me.
âI donât get you,â I blurted before I could stop myself. I could feel my face burning with blush, but I couldnât take back what I said now.
âWhat do you mean?â Mark asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.
âMaybe 10 minutes ago, you were insulting me about being a teacherâs pet and mocking me for showing up so early to the party. Now youâre here giving me a look as if Iâm one of those poor girls that you pick up from the clubs every weekend. Can you just decide if you hate me or not and leave it there.â
I was just as shocked by my own outburst as Mark seemed to be.
âI donât hate you,â he admitted.
âWell, you have a weird way of showing that,â I responded. âYou thrive off of making fun of me. Iâm pretty sure thatâs, like, the definition of not liking someone.â
It looked like he was taking a moment to take in what I had said. Finally, he spoke again. âI guess...I guess Iâm not exactly the nicest to you.â
I scoffed. âThatâs an understatement. I dread having to hang out with Dani when it means youâre going to be there, too. She had to convince me to come here tonight, and the reason I came so early was to leave just as early so I wouldnât have to be here with you for so long. The things you say are fucking hurtful, Mark. You make me feel like dirt. Like less than dirt. I donât understand why you treat me the way you do when Iâve been nothing but nice to you.â
âI know, I know. Youâre right,â he said. âSome of the things Iâve said...Iâve taken it way too far. Iâm sorry.â
Did Hell just freeze over?
âDid...did you just...?â
âI did. Wanna hear it again? Iâm sorry for being such a prick to you, (Y/N),â he repeated. âItâs so wrong of me to act that way, and Iâve taken some of my comments too far. Iâm truly sorry.â
I was stunned into silence at this. I couldnât believe that he was actually apologizing. Never in a million years did I ever think Iâd hear the words âIâm sorryâ come from Markâs mouth, and that heâd actually mean them! I was starting to wonder if this was all some sort of elaborate prank he was pulling on me.
âWhy do you make fun of me?â I asked. âIâve tried to be your friend since day one, I donât think Iâve ever did anything to you.â
Mark looked down at his hands. I could see him trying to work his way through some type of response. Finally, he sighed, sounding defeated, and responded, âBecause I like you, and I didnât think youâd ever like me. So I thought itâd be easier just to push you away than to even try and be friends.â
Well, tonight really is just filled with surprises, huh?
âThatâs...a lot to unpack,â I said. âFirst and foremost, why do you think I wouldnât like you? You havenât even given me time to get to know you.â
âYou wouldnât want to get to know me,â he said. âYouâre this perfect person in every way. Youâre excelling in your classes, youâre so hard working and determined. Iâm basically the exact opposite of that. I have zero drive to do school work, Iâm just barley passing. I have no idea what Iâm doing with my life, but you seem so sure of everything. A girl like you would never fall for a guy like me. And I mean...that fucking stings, but youâre probably better off that way. Iâd just hold you back.â
I let his words settle in for a moment. I wasnât sure what to say. I wasnât even sure how much I believed him. After so long of Mark mocking me and putting me down, I had a hard time believing anything he had to say.
âWhat makes you think I wouldnât try to help you with that stuff?â I finally asked.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean...if you had told me this from the start, we couldâve worked on that together. I could help you with school work, and help you figure out what you wanted to do with your future. Even if it took years to figure that out, I couldâve helped you.â
Mark lifted his head to look at me. âWould...could you...do you have feelings for me, too?â
âI might,â I admitted, âbut you have to work to find that out. Youâve been treating me like trash since we met, itâs not exactly the best start to a relationship. So, I propose we start over.â I held my hand out to him. âHi, Iâm (Y/N).â
He smiled at me and shook my head. âIâm Mark.â
âNice to meet you, Mark.â
His smile was actually really nice. He looked handsome when he wasnât trying to be a colossal douchebag.
Near seconds after our little make up, we both heard the lock to the basement door turning. We quickly rose to our feet as Dani pulled the door open, trying (and failing) to hide the grin on her face.
âI didnât realize the door was locked! Sorry guys.â
Dani had always been a bad liar.
Mark and I shared a look before he walked out of the basement before me, completely abandoning the ping pong table, which was why we had gone down there. Dani was smiling brightly at me as I passed her. I rolled my eyes, but I couldnât help but smile back as well.
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