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bluewhitehues · 3 months

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Part 5

You've been doing just work, work and work everyday. Going to work at 10AM, coming home till 6:30PM, then preparing dinner, eating it and sleeping that's your daily routine.

You're a person who always overthink and worry about things and your anxiety doesn't help at all.

So, you can't help but be nervous about meeting Mingyu again like what if you embarrass yourself? Cause you tend to do that a lot,you feel awkward until you get close and comfortable enough with that person. You're an introvert who needs their time before showing them the real you , so you're always on the edge when things are new.

Well good for you, Mingyu being the friendly, super extrovert and the cutest hyperactive puppy he's, he's perfect for you, someone you need in your life, he's gonna make it so much easier for you and you're about to discover all of that.

You're on your bed scrolling through social media.

Other than Chan you're pretty close with Seungkwan and then Seokmin. So it doesn't surprise you when Seungkwan texts you.

Seungkwanieee : So I heard you're seeing someone 👀👀

You : You heard wrong then😒

Seungkwanieee: come on you don't need to deny it, it's not like we will be against it or something.

You: But Kwannnn... we are just trying to be friends there's nothing more.

Seungkwanieee: Well you gotta start somewhere, don't you ..just go with it, if you want to be friends then be friends.. don't have to pressure yourself,..okay?

You: You're the best you know that 😭🥺🫂thank you ,no one said that to me..

Seungkwanieee: Always cutie 🤝🏻🫂

Seungkwanieee: Also you can talk to me about it whenever you want, if it's bothering you I'm here for you ok? And I won't tell a single soul so you don't have to worry about that.

You: You're going to make me cry stopppp😭 only your big bear hug can cure me now ..when are we meeting???????????

Seungkwanieee: Hahahaha sureee anytime free hugs for you ❤️...we can meet right now if you want??

You: oh did you have dinner?

Seungkwanieee: I did... but if you're bringing the food you made I'm always hungry for thatt😍😋

You: 😭😂😂how did you guess I was asking because of that.. well yes I've food that too the one you'd love ..my homeland food

Seungkwanieee: Now I can't say if I'm waiting eagerly for you or your food😭 comee fasttt, chan is also here at my place

You: Okayyyy no food for him tho

Seungkwanieee: ofcourse I wasn't going to give him anyway

You laugh at that ,Boo Seungkwan- Lee chan and their banters.

It's 8PM and you're not going to bother getting ready or putting on the make-up it's your friends anyway. A black hoodie and blue baggy jeans that's your ootn .

You booked an uber, Seungkwan and Jeonghan's place was hardly half an hour away.

You reach there and knock on their door, which chan opens for you ..teasing you the instant he saw you ..

"Ohhoo you missed me that much,as soon as hyung said I'm here you came here? come on we just saw each other 3days back" he says with playful eyes and fake pout.

You scowl at him, swatting him on side of his head, out of your way. "Get out of my way I'm not here for you." "SEUNGKWANNNN" you call out to him.

You're looking for him when chan spots the food in your hand and tries to steal it , you're trying to stop him not letting him take it, screaming at him when Seungkwan comes .."Seungkwan help he's trying to steal your food." You say still fighting with chan.

You give the food quickly to seungkwan which he takes and scolds chan saying "It's mine she brought it for me"

Chan whines,"But it seems enough for 2 people plus we already ate ,we can share ,you guys are purposely doing this to me"

"Oh damn, thought your dumb ass won't get it,but yes that's what we're doing" you say while seungkwan snickers.

Chan huffs at you two. While seungkwan says opening his arms wide, "You come here "

You smile ear to ear looking at him going to hug him. He pats your back, giving you the warmest hug ever. Then he ushers you to sit beside him on the couch.

Chan then says in a pout, "wah I didn't even get a hug you greeted me by hitting me."

"Well you deserved it." You make faces at him he huffs at you.

Meanwhile Seungkwan is eating the food you brought,"oh my god what did you put in this, why is it so delicious" he's literally eating in awe, hurriedly, while his eyes are round fixed on the food.

"Really ? That good? ...thank youuu I'm glad you like it .. please eat a lot."

Then you put some in a plate and give it to chan, he smiles sheepishly at you "I was waiting, I knew you will give it to me. "

Well ofcourse you'll, you were just teasing him before.

You smile at him "yeah eat well, also there's dessert here, I'm sure you'll like it,it's my favourite one I always make it."

"Woah you make dessert as well ? You really do work hard ,meanwhile there's us eating takeouts and ramyeon" seungkwan says amusingly.

You laugh, "well I do that as well, but you can't help but make it when you miss your homemade food . And the dessert lol I have this weird habit , I've to have something sweet while eating or after eating that's why I always have something sweet prepared."

"Woah that's amazing" says seungkwan.

"Y/n omg you really are such a great cook you can't blame me when I crash at yours for dinner " says chan while munching the food.

You say," well I don't mind but dude inform me beforehand, I don't always have extra food prepared and then you eat all of it"

Jeonghan comes out of his room because of the chaos. Then he spots you, "oh y/n, hiii ,didn't know you were here ..what's up how have you been " he asks giving you a smile.

You smile back at him, " Hey jeonghan I'm good how are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good" he says while taking a seat beside chan.

They finish eating, Chan brings beers from fridge, for you all. You're drinking while seungkwan is telling you something funny that happened today, how chan was doing something cool but ended up making fool of himself.

Doorbell rings and chan goes to the door.

"-and then there was silence for a minute and then everyone burst out laughing." You're laughing loudly, a genuine laugh bubbles out of you while saying,

"oh my god he's such such a clown.. godddd -"

You stop suddenly when you noticed who chan came in with.

It's seungcheol and there stands Mingyu beside him looking all surprised .

Well it's a pleasant one for him, but you, you stop talking and just look shocked.

His heart skips a beat when he spots you, and yours can't stop beating fast. You're both looking at each other,when Seungcheol speaks,"oh hey y/n ..and are y'all having a party without us, should've waited for us "

You say hii to him, Then jeonghan speaks ,"You're early I thought you said you'll come till 11?"

"Well we finished early " seungcheol says shrugging.

And suddenly you feel nervous among so many people.

Jeonghan and cheol go inside saying they planned to do a weverse live together .You feel a little relieved at that. And also tf is wrong with you , why are you thinking about your appearance you were fine until now, is it mingyu ? You care about how he sees you,you wanted to look good infront of him? oh my god why..you shrug off those thoughts quickly.

And you manage to give a smile to Mingyu.

He smiles back saying, "heyy...this is a very pleasant surprise-"

"Yeah which I didn't plan" chan says with a scared expression putting his both hands up.

You huff and Mingyu snorts at him.

"Calm down, I didn't say anything" you say.

" Hyungg try this y/n brought it, she made it ,it's really good" seungkwan says passing mingyu the dessert container.

Mingyu takes it curiously "Oh really"

"Oh my god-" he looks up after eating, mouth open,eyes wide.

"You made that?? It's really really good."

You nod at him saying "thank you."

A few minutes pass, they are talking and are involving you as well, you talk a little.

Mingyu keeps stealing glances at you, wishing for those two to leave you two alone.

Unknowingly you're stealing glances at him as well.

You notice the time it's getting late,you need to sleep, there's work tomorrow, so you say , "ok I'll go now, you guys carry on, I'll see you later..."

"Oh wait I'll drop you off" chan says getting up.

Seungkwan stops him "Hello genius you can't ,we had drinks just now if you forgot"

"Oh shit yeah" says chan.

"It's ok I'll book uber, it's not that far anyway-"

Chan cuts you off, "no you're not going anywhere alone at this time-"

"It's ok I can drop you, I know your address as well" Mingyu says casually with a hint of mischief in the last part.

And tf is wrong with your face ,you're not blushing are you and your heart is at it again.

You open your mouth to deny but he cuts you off-

"Nuh-uh I'm not taking no for an answer, it's ok I can drop you off ,let's go"

There's chan trying to supress his big smile but failing so bad and seungkwan also has a mischievous smile on his face.

You sigh internally. Chan gives you a hug telling you to take care, seungkwan also hugs you. You bid them bye and go with Mingyu.

He's driving when he says, "It's like God wants us to meet don't you think ? "

"Um not sure about that, I think you somehow you found out I'm there and that's why you came early ."

He can see that you're teasing him you're trying to supress your smile.

"Heyy" he says scoldingly

"Sorry,sorry I'm just kidding" you laugh at him.

He whines ,"Not you toooo, you know literally everybody teases me all the time."

"I knowww" you laugh again.

He gives a scandalised expression, "what do you mean you know? don't tell me you've watched our videos."

"I might have" you say, a big smile on your face.

He groans," ughh that's embarrassing."

"No, it's not, I think they tease you because they love you. Personally teasing is my love language"

At that, He looks at you at the speed of light, raising both of his eyebrows

"What?" You ask confused.

"You are saying you're using your love language with me? Does that mean you like me?" He's looking at the road ahead lowkey smirking.

He thinks he's too smart, isn't he. No matter how much you're freaking out, you won't back down from a challenge. So you say, "What if I do? "

He almost hits a car, his eyes popping out of the sockets looking at you.

"You can't just do that what if I caused an accident" he whines.

You laugh at him , "well you started it."

He tries to supress his smile,"You're a dangerous one aren't you"

"You're provoking me ..you don't want me answer you back rn, trust me then you'll whine again if you hit something "

Mingyu's heart is beating fast, even missing a few beats.

"Why what will you say? " He asks voice small.

"I'm not telling"

"That's not fair"

"No that was no filter me it just came out of nowhere"

"Now I'm real curious"

"Keep on being curious then" you laugh at him.

"Ugh you're insufferable" he's smiling while saying it tho .

You tell him to pull over when you spot a convience store near your apartment.

"Wait here I'll be back quickly" you tell him through the window before running inside the store.

He chuckles muttering a "cuteee" .

You come back with two icecreams in your hand and give one to him.

He furrows his eyebrows," thank you but what is this for"

"Um just because..I thought I'd give you a treat " you shrug.

He gives you a big smile, "wait you're not bailing me on Sunday ,are you?" He asks teasingly

"No why I would I, I still owe you that one." You tell him.

"Hmm good " he says while giving you cute little smile.

And when he drops you at home , and when you're trying to sleep, all you can think about is the moments between you and Mingyu. And his gorgeously beautiful smile.

And you're like ..what's happening to me ??? I met seungkwan and chan as well we had fun too, why am I thinking about him only.

Needless to say his smile is the only thing you see before closing your eyes, and after opening them the next morning and the day after that and the day after that....

Part 6

a/n: Will love it if you guys leave a feedback or something.<3

Also IT'S OUR BABY CHAN'S BIRTHDAY 🎂🎈 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE❤️

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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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bad habit part ii (hangman)

part i, part iii

pairing ; hangman x female!reader

synopsis ; the moment you meet hangman, you know you hate him. and then suddenly, you’re not so sure anymore.

wc ; 9.5k

warnings ; angst, explicit language, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of previous character death, explicit sexual activity (masturbation, fingering, oral (f receiving)), tiny bit of a dom/sub sort of dynamic but only if you really really really squint, horrible dirty talk, age gap, inexperienced reader, more angst

note ; i can't believe i wrote a second part. i feel horrible. i'm actually so scared this is going to disappoint everybody i feel like crying lol. part three coming... at some point? it's gonna take a while

Penny - for all that she is pretty, put-together, and decidedly human - reminds you of a bloodhound.

Sure, she’s undoubtedly less furry, and she uses actual cutlery at dinner, but she’s just as perceptive, especially when it comes to sniffing out any connection between Hangman and you. (Also, she may be into belly scratches. What the hell do you know?)

So when you arrive at the Benjamin residence for an emergency tutoring session on a Sunday morning and find Amelia nowhere in sight, you’re not really surprised. After all, how urgent could anything involving Shakespeare really be? The guy has been dead for four hundred years.

Penny is actually waiting on the threshold when you push open her gate.

You didn’t trust yourself not to puke in an Uber, and you’re pretty sure taking your own car would only have resulted in a DUI, so you decided to make the twenty-minute trek to Penny’s on foot. A decision you regret rather sorely now that you’re queasy, exhausted, and sweaty.

“What happened?” Penny asks without preamble before you’ve even made it inside.

You’re nursing the hangover of the century. Your head hurts like somebody went to town on it with a baseball bat, and your stomach keeps doing summersaults around the single slice of untoasted bread you forced down earlier. Since your bed felt like it had been pushed out to sea for most of the night, you only got four hours of sleep. Even your calves hurt.

“I got drunk,” you say and step into the house. The moment the airconditioned cold hits you, you almost sag with relief. “That’s what happened.”

Penny pushes the door closed behind you. “That is not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

You flick up your sunglasses, cringe, and immediately put them back on.

“Penny,” you say, “I have no idea what you’re on about.”

Without waiting for her invitation, you push your way into the kitchen. Usually, Amelia is at the breakfast counter, eating Lucky Charms. Or you can hear her pattering about upstairs, trying to find her books and pencils for your lesson.

Today, everything is quiet.

“Don’t act dumber than you are,” Penny says. “Own your intelligence.”

Even now, you think, she’s trying to get you a date.

“Where’s Amelia?” you ask, even though you think you already know.

“She’s meeting her friend. Tell me what happened.”

“Are you still paying me?” you want to know, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Penny sighs your name, but you just shrug.

“You lured me here under false pretenses. The least you can do is give me a decent salary for my troubles, don’t you think?”

“Lured you?” she repeats, voice rising. When you turn, she’s pinching the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb like she’s the one with a throbbing headache.

“Lured me,” you confirm. Of course, you’re perfectly aware you’re giving in to your penchant for the melodramatic, but you’ll do anything to avoid the topic of a certain aviator for as long as you can. “You said I was here to tutor your daughter, not to get interrogated.”

“Oh, for god’s sake!” Penny throws her hands up in the air. “How about I make you breakfast as compensation?”

You think that over for a moment. “Do you have any coffee?”

“I made some earlier.”

“Well…” After a moment, you concede. “Alright, I guess. But I still think you’re taking unethical advantage of our employer-employee relationship.”

Penny doesn’t even grace that with an actual answer, but even as she rushes to get busy at the stove, you hear her mutter something that sounds like I’ll show you unethical.

“So,” Penny starts again, reaching into a cabinet. “What happened last night?”

You shrug and slide into a chair at the breakfast counter. “Nothing. I played pool with Phoenix and her friends, got super drunk on Mojitos, and then I took an Uber home. Regular night out.”

Penny, who had been pouring coffee into a mug that says World’s Best Dad for some reason, pauses to gape at you.

“You’re not getting breakfast for that,” she says, sounding genuinely upset.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” you respond, but it sounds feeble even to your ears. “Nothing else happened. You want me to start making shit up or something?”

Penny sets the mug down on the counter with a thunk. “Payback told me you and Hangman disappeared on the beach together for like fifteen minutes.”

The words Hangman and beach draw a visceral reaction from you. Your stomach swoops in a way that’s decidedly not caused by the residual alcohol in your bloodstream.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, but you can feel your cheeks heating up. “We… took a walk on the beach.”

“A walk on the beach?” Penny looks like she would sooner be inclined to believe you if you’d told her you’re actually an ancient beast of the night who can turn into a bat every second Tuesday of the month. “With the guy you supposedly hate?”

“Yes. We…” You scramble. “We talked about how much I hate him.”

“And you went on about that for fifteen minutes?”

For this, you don’t even have to lie. “Oh, believe me, I could go on about that for fifteen hours.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Penny mutters. Then she slumps back against her kitchen cabinets, still, to your dismay, holding your mug. Something on her face changes, goes gentler. Sometimes she reminds you so much of your mother that you can’t look at her. “Phoenix also told me… well, she said you’re a virgin.”

In response, you stiffen.

“Oh,” you say and lower your eyes to the countertop.

“Sweetie…” Penny begins. “There’s nothing wrong with that, you know that, right? Plenty of people don’t have sex until they’re older. Hell, plenty of people never have sex at all, and that’s fine, too!”

You hate the tone in her voice, the pity, the affection. It makes you want to rip your hair out.

“I only wish you would have told me. I wouldn’t have pushed you the way I did. And I would have kicked Hangman’s ass myself the minute he started flirting with you like that.”

Save for the last part, it echoes what Hangman told you last night, and you hate it. You’re not a child.

“I’m not a virgin,” you interrupt Penny before she can really gain traction. “I’m just not very experienced.”

Penny frowns. “You’re not? So why didn’t you just say that last night?”

“Because… it’s not…” With a groan, you drop your face into your open palms. “I don’t know, Penny, okay? I panicked!”

For a while, it’s quiet. Then you hear shuffling as she pushes the mug across the counter to you and smoothes her hand over the back of your head once. The bitter fragrance of coffee hits your nose.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she says.

“It’s not okay at all,” you disagree, words muffled by your hands. “I acted like a complete idiot.”

Penny hesitates. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… Did something happen with Hangman?”

It’s silver moonlight painting him in shades of blue. It’s his chuckle over the roaring of the ocean. His fingers tracing over your thigh. His body bending over yours. The silk-soft whisper of his voice in your ear. Saying: And when you fuck yourself, I want you to think of me.

You clear your throat and shift in your seat, finally taking your hands away from your face. You don’t even know how to begin explaining what happened between you and Hangman last night.

“I… well. Maybe?”

Penny makes a joyful sound. “That’s great! Did you make out?”

“No…” You hesitate. “Really, we just… talked.”

“Talked? Without killing each other? And they say miracles aren’t real…”

It actually makes you chuckle. At the sound, relief floods Penny’s face.

“See, this whole thing isn’t so bad after all.”

You shake your head before she’s even finished speaking. “Penny, I literally told a whole group of fighter pilots that I’m a virgin. Which isn’t even true! I bet they spent the whole night making fun of me.”

Penny rolls her eyes and says, “First of all, sweetie, you’re nowhere near important enough for people to talk about your sex life all night. It’s not like you’re Timothée Chalamet or something.”

She grins at you like she wants a medal for being up to date on current events. Instead, you just stare her down in a way you hope she’ll understand as severely unimpressed.

“Besides,” Penny sighs once the laudation she was expecting doesn’t come, “Hangman said if any of them tried to make fun of you, he’d shoot them down personally the next time they were in the air.”

You blink. “Hangman threatened murder?”

“Loud and clear.”

You don’t know what to do with that information. While your brain starts blasting a whole barrage of red alerts, your stupid heart skips a beat.

Traitor.

For a moment, you think about it. You turn the mug over and over in your hand, staring into the ripples in the dark liquid like you’ll find an answer to all the questions that have been keeping you up since you first met him in it.

Finally, you confess, voice very quiet, “He said he liked me.”

That actually seems to throw Penny for a loop.

“He said he likes you?” she repeats, voice rising an octave or two towards the tail-end of the sentence.

“Okay, no reason to act that surprised,” you mumble. “Jesus Christ, what am I? Jabba the Hut’s baby sister?”

Penny is quick to shake her head. “I didn’t mean it like that, honey. Just… I didn’t know Hangman’s heart was capable of affection for anything other than his plane and his favorite fine-tooth comb.”

You frown. “Didn’t you tell me he’s a good guy?”

“Yeah, and I stand by that. I just didn’t think I’d live to see the day Hangman Seresin has a crush.”

“He doesn’t have a crush,” you immediately rush to clarify, but it feels like your stomach dropped somewhere to the near vicinity of your feet.

“You just told me he said he likes you.”

“Yes, but I think he meant it more like…” You hesitate as you struggle to find the right word, wrecking your mind and then finally settling on, “... carnally.”

Penny stares at you. “Carnally?” she repeats. Genuine shock makes her features slack.“My god, you really have to stop reading all that Shakespeare.”

The ache in your head throbs in answer, and you wish the ground would open up to swallow you whole.

In lieu of a response, you take a healthy sip of your coffee and promptly burn your mouth.

“Well, whatever, we can work with carnally,” Penny says. Now she’s definitely just making fun of you. “You want pancakes?”

You nod to the pancakes, then narrow your eyes. “What do you mean work with?”

She shrugs like none of this is a big deal and answers, “When you go and meet up with him, I mean.”

“I’m not meeting up with him.”

Penny freezes where she is trying to pull a pan from the cabinet without upending a tower of pots on herself. Then, slowly, she turns to face you.

“What do you mean you’re not meeting up with him?”

“I’m just… not.”

You’ve been thinking about it since you woke up this morning. Only thinking doesn’t do the whole process justice. Agonizing, more like.

No matter what road your thoughts run down, they always end up circling back to Hangman. Hangman and his punchable face. Hangman and his obnoxious smirk. Hangman and his aggravating, insufferable, incessant flirtations and teasing and overall intolerable personality.

But that’s only the half of it.

Then there’s Jake - soft and tender when he thought he’d upset you. Touching you like nobody ever had before. Saying words that make your cheeks heat up even just to think about. Making you crumble behind Penny’s bar, unraveling the tight coils of you until you spilled into his hands like pearls off a string. Then wondering how you’d get back home as if nothing had happened, as if the earth hadn’t shifted about a mile to the left, as if he hadn’t just irreversibly altered something not just between him and you, but something inside of you, too. Something that would never be the same again.

You don’t know what to think, don’t know what to feel. It’s like you’re stuck on a rollercoaster, constantly whipped every which way by the forces of gravity.

If you’re honest with yourself, you can admit that you want Hangman. Want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone before, even if the thought sparks fear in your chest.

But you’re also not sure if you like him very much.

Even your heart feels like it has a hangover.

Penny steps up to the breakfast counter again. “Honey,” she says, “please just go and get laid, okay?”

It’s a testament to just how much whacky shit has been going on in the past few weeks for you to not even manage a tiny, scandalized gasp or something.

“I’m fine,” you say, shaking your head, “I don’t need to get laid.”

Penny raises an eyebrow and reminds you, “You just used the word carnally unironically. I think it could be argued nobody in the history of mankind has ever needed to get laid more than you do.”

“Penny,” you groan. And now you actually do find it within yourself to feel both a little scandalized and a little insulted.

“I’m just saying. If you see Hangman again, just… think about letting him take you home and fuck your brains out, yeah?”

With that, she saunters towards the stove to get started on your pancakes.

You’re not going to promise anything to her, but you’re almost completely certain that you’re not going to be thinking of anything but that for the foreseeable future.

I’m going to die, you think. I am literally, actually, genuinely going to drop dead on the spot.

If you asked Penny, you wonder if she’d organize a burial at sea for you.

The scene before you is a nightmare: A whole barrage of men chasing after a football, nearly all of them shirtless and their skin so shiny you wonder if they took a few minutes earlier to rub each other in baby oil. Which is decidedly not the train of thought your sexually frustrated brain should be taking just about now.

“Is this a joke?” you ask.

Penny asked you to hang out with her earlier, promising ice cream and complimentary cocktails if you kept her company while she balanced her books. Of course, after you agreed, it turned out you had to bring the ice cream yourself, and it’s also all just been an elaborate hoax to invite you into your own personal hell.

You’re standing on the Hard Deck’s back porch, stopped dead in your tracks and blinking rapidly into the blinding sun bouncing off shiny torsos. The two soft serve cones in your hands are starting to melt. Sticky chocolate ice cream drips down your wrists, leaving a residue of rainbow sprinkles on your skin. You barely notice.

“Sweetie,” Penny says, “this is California.”

Your answering noise is something between a whine and a squeak.

“Give me that ice cream before it melts completely,” Penny orders. She’s stretching one arm in your general direction without taking her eyes off the scene in front of her.

Not like you can blame her. You almost break your neck on your way down the few steps because you can’t stop gawking.

Penny takes her ice cream from you. She’s sitting on a small wooden bench, sunglasses pushed into her hair, and one leg pulled up on the seat with her. The papers fanned out in front of her lay abandoned.

“I thought you were doing your books,” you say, aiming for nonchalance even as you ogle a guy with hair the color of caramel. Since when were mustaches a thing again, and why were you suddenly into it?

“I am,” Penny says, gesturing towards the notebooks. “Can’t you see?”

You can’t see. You’re hypnotized by the most obnoxious display of abs you’ve ever witnessed.

And then you freeze.

“Wait a minute,” you say, “is that Phoenix?”

You recognize her mainly because she just managed to tackle a guy twice her size and make it look easy in the process. Seeing her in her shorts and sports bra ensemble makes you think you should get back on doing your sit-ups.

“Uhu.” Penny nods. “And that, right there, is Hangman.”

It’s not that you want to look. In fact, you know you’re going to regret looking, know it’s going to seal your fate, know it’s going to plunge you even deeper into this mess. But you just can’t help yourself.

You follow the line of Penny’s finger right to Hangman. He’s wearing dark sunglasses that cover his eyes, and his blond hair gleams like spun gold in the sun. Your eyes trace from his chest downwards, following the trail of hair that leads down, down, down into the waistband of black shorts slung so low it’s dangerous.

Instantly, you snap your head back around.

Penny is already grinning at you.

“Don’t,” you growl from between clenched teeth, “say a thing.”

She raises her hands. “I wasn’t going to.”

“Well, that would be a first,” you mumble, trying to act like you aren’t going through all five stages of grief simultaneously.

“I just thought it would be good for you to see what you’re missing out on.”

“Missing out on,” you repeat. It’s getting harder and harder not to turn towards the beachfront again.

Penny stabs her finger in what you’re sure is Hangman’s direction again. “All that could be yours, sweetie.”

“Penny,” you scold, but your voice lacks any real fire. “That’s not even true.”

“Sure it is. The guy has been trying to get into your pants for weeks now.” She pauses. “I’m pretty sure this might be the first time he’s ever had to work for it that hard.”

You ignore her and start eating your ice cream instead. It’s melted down into more of a soup, with the sad few surviving sprinkles that haven’t gotten lost on your arms swimming on the surface.

The thing is, you’re not even trying to make Hangman work for it. You’re trying to get him to stay as far away as possible so you don’t go actively insane. If you do give in to Hangman’s advances, you know it won’t end well for you. It will derail your life, uproot the routine you’ve spent so long establishing, break down the walls you’ve built around you.

It’ll only end up hurting you. You’re not stupid enough to risk it, no matter how handsome he is.

A chorus of hollers and cheers finally turns your head again, watching as Hangman scores a touchdown. You really shouldn’t find his posturing after attractive, the way he all but howls into the wind, the flailing arms.

There is something to be said about the sun glinting off his tanned skin like liquid gold poured all over his body. Like he was carved from marble.

You could get poetic with it, or you could just say that he’s so hot it’s starting to piss you off.

Clearing your throat, you cross your legs and turn away.

You’re perfectly aware that Penny is staring at her own pilot, but unlike her, you’re actually a good friend, and so you won’t mention it. In fact, you go a step further and pretend not to notice.

The game ends with Bob being hoisted onto mustache man’s shoulders. Both the fact that Bob is the only one who kept his shirt on and the somewhat stunned expression on his face firmly cement him as your favorite of the aviators.

As the group starts dispersing, some of them actually heading your way, you grow rushed. Even if Hangman threatened them with actual murder, you don’t think you want to face any of the pilots after your drunken display. Besides, you’re not sure you won’t go into spontaneous cardiac arrest if you have to look at Hangman close up.

“Didn’t you promise me a cocktail?” you ask, leaning across the table towards Penny.

She waves you away, eyes laser-focused on the oldest of the group approaching her rather determinately. “You can make one for yourself inside.”

You take her up on the offer immediately, both to get the hell out of there and to give her and the guy some privacy.

It’s blessedly cool and shady inside the Hard Deck. With three hours left until opening, you’re the only one inside, and you could cry with the relief of it. The sounds of the ocean are muffled here, as are the voices, and it almost feels like you are stepping into a cocoon of quiet, something private and sheltered.

Theo, Penny’s old dog, is lying with his paws spread out in all directions near the bar. You crouch to a squat and stroke your hand over his belly, feel the soft fur between your fingers, the steady rise, and fall of his chest, the reassuring warmth. He blinks up at you through kind eyes gone milky with age.

“Penny said I’d find you here.”

Hangman’s voice catches you so off guard you all but jump into the air, banging your head against the bar’s edge on the way up. For a second, stars go off in front of your eyes like fireworks blooming in a night sky, and you blink rapidly to get rid of them. Then the pain sets in, a spreading wildfire that rolls across your head in waves.

“Oh, shit.” From what you can make out through squinted eyes and a vision still blurred by the impact, Hangman looks genuinely concerned as he takes a step in your direction, arms stretched out in front of him. “Are you okay?”

With a hand pressed to your head like you need to keep your skull from splitting in two, you become suddenly and horribly aware that he’s still shirtless. He’s put on a pair of flip-flops, but apart from that he’s still largely the same as he was out on the beach, dripping sand and saltwater onto Penny’s hardwood floors.

And there’s just so much of him, you don’t know what to do with yourself, don’t know where to look. Broad shoulders, bronzed skin, big hands, long arms.

Your head spins, and it’s not from the concussion you’re probably nursing.

“I…” It takes you a moment to regain your ability to speak. “I’m fine. Yeah. Thanks.”

Turning away from him to duck behind the bar, you shake your head to get rid of the last remnants of fuzziness. It works but also makes the pain throb like you just poured salt on a wound.

“Need me to play doctor?” Hangman asks, the grin audible in his voice.

You roll your eyes. “No, thanks.”

He watches quietly for a moment as you get busy behind the bar, completely ignoring him. There’s no sound but the clinking of ice cubes against glasses and the distant whirring of the aircon. Above your heads, the miniature planes suspended from the ceiling sway softly in a light breeze.

Finally, as if he can’t stand the silence anymore, Hangman says, “You day-drinking?”

“Why, do you have a problem with that?” Your tone is much more forceful than what you were aiming for, hostile, almost.

If it bothers Hangman, he doesn’t show it. “I was just wondering if you would offer me one, too.”

You don’t even pretend to think it over.

“No,” you say and place a single decorative mint leaf on the most pitiful excuse of a Mojito you’ve ever seen.

In your defense, you were distracted. Hangman’s pants seem to have slid even lower in the time it took him to walk up to the Hard Deck.

He pushes his sunglasses into his hair and grins at you as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “So.”

There’s something foreboding about that word and something even worse about his voice when he says it. The light drawl to it. The open end.

“What?” you ask and take a sip of the drink that almost leaves you spluttering. Way too much rum.

Hangman shrugs and bends down to scratch behind Theo’s ears. And the old, tired dog immediately rolls onto his back, tongue lolling out.

Traitor, you think to yourself and throw him a venomous look.

“Have you been a good girl?”

That throws you so off guard you drop your drink. Liquid splatters everywhere, the front of your shirt, the bar top, even over the bare skin of your legs. A single lime wedge finds its way between the open toes of your sandals as the glass clatters to the ground and shatters into a million little pieces.

Flustered, flushing, frantic, you start fumbling around for a towel, broom, or anything else to clean up your mess.

Hangman catches you by the elbows before you can react and pulls you towards him with a pressure that is as firm as it is gentle.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he says, voice right by your ear. “There’s glass everywhere.”

And there’s no mocking there, just concerned gentleness. It knocks you completely out of kilter.

You let him manhandle you away from the chaos of shattered glass and limes and the pool of liquid and onto a bar stool out of the danger zone. Half of you want to tell him you could have handled this yourself, but the other half started flatlining the minute he put his hands on you.

Once he’s safely deposited you, Hangman disappears behind the bar to clean up, and that you let him do gladly. Theo, apparently awoken by all your ruckus, pushes his head against your leg, begging for attention.

When Hangman re-emerges, he wipes his hands on his shorts. There’s a glint in his eyes you don’t like at all. At least this time, you’re not holding anything breakable unless Theo’s head counts, but you doubt you have enough strength left to crush that.

It takes all the willpower left in you to start saying “Hangman…” fully intent on telling him off, telling him to get lost, get out of your life, stop robbing you of your sleep and your intelligence and just leave you alone.

He interrupts, “I thought I told you to call me Jake?”

Almost immediately, you spit back, “Well, I don’t know you like that.”

Hangman grins. “Sweetheart, I’ve met a lot of girls in my life, and God knows they liked me, but I don’t know that I’ve ever made one as nervous as I make you. It’s a compliment, really.”

“I’m not…” It takes you a moment to wrap your head around those words, and then the indignation flares up in your chest. “I’m not nervous. I hate you.”

He seems entirely unfazed by that. “You sure? I mean, that’s two injuries in under five minutes. If I ever spend an hour with you, I’m worried for your life.”

Every time you even begin to think that he might be nice, he says something like this, which reminds you that yeah, no, he’s actually still just the exact same cocky bastard you knew him to be from the first moment on.

Pushing Theo’s head away gently, you hop off the bar stool and reach for your tote where you left it earlier.

“You leaving?” he asks, and you make it a point not to look at him as you nod.

The last thing you need is another ogle at his abs. Who knows what other stupid things that will lead you to?

You feel sort of like you’ve been hit by a freight train.

He clicks his tongue, a chastising sound, and you can’t fathom why in the world you have the sudden and overpowering urge to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness.

Clenching your thighs together in search of some kind of relief, you ignore the impulse.

And then, because you could never take your own advice anyway, your eyes fall down to his abs. You just stare at them for a moment, brain pretty much unplugged. There’s not a single thought running through your head.

“Sweetheart,” Hangman says, “my eyes are up here.”

You want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You want to leave the country and change your name. You never want to see him again.

You also, sort of, want to lick his abs.

From the threshold, somebody clears their throat.

It’s the guy with the mustache from earlier. His sunglasses are balancing precariously low on the tip of his nose, and you wonder distantly what kind of hold sunglasses indoors have on these pilots.

You’re thankful the man has pulled on one of the most ridiculous Hawaiian shirts you’ve ever seen because you’re not sure you would have been able to function with two shirtless guys in the room. You’re barely holding on as is.

“I’m a little busy right now, Rooster,” Hangman says without taking his eyes off you.

“I can see that.” Rooster - and, really, what’s up with these names? - looks between the two of you like he can’t make sense of what he’s seeing. “You okay?”

It takes you a second to understand he’s talking to you.

“Huh?” You ask, brain still buffering.

Rooster gestures towards where the mojito has soaked into your shirt, a dark stain that turns the fabric almost translucent. You realize they can probably see your stomach rolls. Immediately, you wish you were anywhere else in the world.

“Oh, yeah. Fine,” you say, even as your voice shakes pathetically. “Just spilled something.”

Rooster doesn’t look like he buys it.

“It was a Mojito,” Hangman supplies helpfully. Then he grins at you like he just did you a favor.

“Right.” Rooster gives you another long, searching look, then shrugs, leaves it be, and says to Hangman, “Admiral wants us back on base in fifteen minutes, or it’s fifty laps each. Don’t make us go through that just so you can bore the poor girl to death, yeah?”

Hangman waves him away almost absentmindedly. Then, once more, he lets his eyes trail over you, from head to toe, and you shift your weight uncomfortably.

“Sweetheart,” he says, “I’ll see you in your dreams.”

“In my nightmares, maybe,” you answer, but you feel so wrung-out you can’t manage to put a single gram of power behind it.

He laughs anyway, and that’s almost nice of him.

“Be good,” he says. Then he follows after Rooster.

From the direction of your feet, Theo sighs loudly.

“Yeah,” you whisper, sinking back onto your previously vacated chair and patting the dog’s giant head. “You and me both, buddy.”

You can’t fall asleep.

And it shouldn’t even be a big deal - this has happened hundreds of times before. Sleepless nights in the face of impending deadlines or exams or first days at kindergarten, at school, at college, at a new job. Tossing and turning and kicking blankets to the foot of beds. Finally admitting defeat and plugging headphones in to play white noise or an audiobook or a podcast so dull you’ll eventually fall asleep just to escape the drag of it.

So it shouldn’t be a big deal. Only it is.

Because this time, it’s not deadlines keeping you awake, not the fear of failing algebra or nobody at the gas station liking you. This time, it’s Hangman. Hangman and his stupidly perfect abs, Hangman and his lopsided smirk, Hangman and his green, green eyes, Hangman and…

You groan and roll over onto your stomach to push your face into the pillow. Maybe if you suffocate yourself, you’ll finally be free of this.

It’s so hot. Even with the window open and your curtains closed only halfway to let in some of the night air, the temperature barely cools down anymore. Like your room absorbs all the heat in the walls and then blasts it at you as soon as you lay down. Your downstairs neighbors are fighting, and someone is watching Star Wars at top volume in an apartment somewhere to your left.

And above all that, the constant din of jet engines tears through the night.

The sound makes you think of Hangman again. His hands on you as he bends you over that pool table. His hips pressing against your ass. His voice in your ear.

Before you know it, almost on their own accord, your hips start moving against the mattress in tiny, tentative thrusts.

It should be humiliating, maybe, but you’re so past caring. And, anyway, to allow an emotion like humiliation, you’d have to think about it, which you aren’t. Your head is completely empty save the echoing of Hangman’s words.

Have you been a good girl?

Your whole body throbs, core clenching around nothing, and a quiet gasp escapes you. If you move your hips just so, the fabric of your panties and sleep shorts draws tight against your pussy, and then it nudges against your clit, and it’s almost enough, almost good, almost something, almost, almost…

Grunting with frustration, you flop onto your back again.

Okay, so, fuck it.

You told yourself you wouldn’t do it, that Hangman wasn’t getting to you, that the night in front of Penny’s bar had been a mistake, a drunken slip-up, just hormones going rampant because you haven’t been fucked properly in years. Or ever. And okay, maybe you’re just desperate for some dick, but you certainly aren’t going to give in to Hangman, of all people. You’re not going to become another notch on his belt. Isn’t his ego big enough without it? Don’t you still have some dignity left?

But. Capital B.

But… you can’t help it. It’s like a craze that washes over you, this insatiable hunger, this constant craving for more of him - more of his touch, more of his words, more of that teasing that drives you insane with anger and want.

And you’re just so horribly, undeniably, achingly horny.

So. Fuck it. Who cares. No one’s ever going to know anyway.

For a moment, you blink up at the waterstained ceiling, heart racing, decision made, and then you realize you have no idea what to do.

Usually, when you get yourself off, you’re quick about it. Focus, shove your fingers into your shorts and rub insistent circles over your clit for five minutes until you come. You don’t even take your clothes off. That always seemed like too much of a hassle, too embarrassing, too vulnerable for what was just a means to an end, just a way to blow off some steam. You like for this part of your life to be practical. Efficient. Gone and done and over before you can think about it for too long.

But not tonight. If you’re going to allow yourself to indulge only this once, give into this base, nagging desire that’s kept you awake for far too long just tonight, then you should at the very least make it count.

When you lift your arms to take off your tank top, your hands are shaking.

As soon as you shut your brain off for even a second, you’re right back on that beach with Hangman, right back to his voice and his touch and the insistent thrum inside of you chanting moremoremore.

You let your hands glide over your skin, luxuriate in the feeling. After your shower earlier, you slathered your whole body in a thick layer of moisturizer, and the residue still sticks to your fingers. Your nipples are already so hard it almost hurts.

It’s far too easy to imagine Hangman there with you. His large hands replacing your own, flicking across your collarbone, the expanse of your stomach, fingertips gliding over the jut of hipbones beneath skin. You think of his body hulking over you, the arms digging into the mattress by your head, think of him stripping off his shirt and saying touch me, sweetheart, and getting to run your fingers all across that sun-kissed skin, through the wiry hairs on his chest and leading down his stomach.

And it’s so juvenile, it’s so high-school it’s almost laughable, but then you think of kissing him, and it almost drives you insane. Remember how close he was out on the beach, his lips half an inch from your own, how bad you wanted it, and how he didn’t give it to you.

But here, in your bedroom, in your head, in your fantasy, you can make him do it.

Hangman slots his mouth over yours, not gentle at all, teeth knocking against teeth, and for a moment, it’s just firm, hot pressure, your heart hammering against your ribcage, and then it’s like a dam bursts. His tongue pushes into your mouth, and it’s wet and hot and good, and your pussy throbs in answer. His fingers slide into your hair and pull, not enough force that it would hurt but enough that you feel it, all the way down to your toes, stomach clenching in answer, and he’s everywhere, covering you, pulling you closer, licking into your mouth.

Suddenly too impatient to wait any longer, you push your hand past the waistband of your shorts and drag a single finger over your slit through the cotton of your panties. They’re soaked through.

It’s a mixture of embarrassment and molten heat that has you turning your head into your pillow, muffling whatever sound was trying to escape you, as you rub tight circles into your clit.

And then it’s Hangman’s voice in your ear, saying, good girl, let me do it for you, let me touch that wet little pussy, and you can’t wait any longer and fuck making it last, fuck dignity, you want it now, want it faster, need to release that tension that’s been building and mounting and growing until there’s no space left in you for anything but wanting him. So you lift your hips, slither out of your shorts, hike your panties down until you can kick them off your calves, and then you’re naked in the darkness of your room, body sticking to the sheets with sweat.

You spread your legs, let one hand wander across your chest to pluck at a nipple, and then go lower, slide them between your thighs and over your lower lips. You’ve never been this wet, not even that night at the beach with him touching you, saying the most filthy things you’ve ever heard, and your fingers slip through it, catch on your clit. It draws an actual whimper from you.

You’re wound so fucking tight, so tense, so scared of what you’re about to unleash here, but the need wins out. So you kick your feet further apart, almost defiantly, close your eyes, dip down to collect some of the slick pooling at your entrance, spread it all over your clit.

The touch punches a gasp out of you, kicks your heartbeat up a notch as something like sparks burst behind your closed eyelids.

You think of Hangman’s kiss going lower, leaving your mouth covered in his spit, wide and swollen and panting, trailing down your throat, over the point where your heartbeat pulses frantically, down between your breasts, down your navel, down to the apex of your thighs. The idea of his head between your legs, green eyes looking up at you, smirk disappearing just for a moment as he presses a kiss to each kneecap is almost too much, so much it makes you clench and bite back a moan.

He’d tease you because of course he would. More patient than you could ever be about the delay of your pleasure (waiting’s half the fun, sweetheart, you can almost hear him drawl) as he paints a path up your thighs with his mouth until you’re writhing and sobbing and kicking your legs hard enough he has to hold you down, fingers spreading wide against your legs.

What’s the magic word, sweetheart? he’d ask, grin, and you wouldn’t think at all about punching him, would only think about kissing him, kissing him until the world ends.

And you’d say please, Jake, please, and you’ve never pleaded for anything in your life, you do things on your own, you don’t need help, not from him, not from anyone, but it wouldn’t be so bad, you think. To let go. To be at his mercy. To beg him for something you know - just know, perfectly well, beyond a shadow of a doubt - he could give you easily, gladly.

And Jake - Jake, not Hangman, Jake - would smile once, press a kiss so sweet it would feel almost out of place to the jut of your knee, say, see, that wasn’t so hard, now was it, and then he’d lean forward and lick a confident stripe over your clit.

Nobody’s ever done that for you. Nobody’s ever put their mouth on your cunt. It’s only ever been botched, rushed attempts at sex with your high school boyfriend, quick things, awkward things in your childhood bedroom with no lock on the door, and Twilight posters watching from every wall. Just him getting what he wanted and not caring at all for what it was that would get you off or at least get you relaxed. But you know it wouldn’t be like that with Jake. Now it would be good, better, mind-blowing.

You double your efforts, fingers rubbing faster, pressure more insistent, and it builds inside of you, slowly but surely. Inevitable, as your hurtle unstoppably towards that distant cliff’s edge.

You think of that tongue on your clit, think of his lips sealing around it and sucking, wet, unrelenting pressure, and you just know that Jake would be good at it, eating pussy, because nobody gets that cocky without some kind of positive reinforcement. He’d hold you down with large hands on your stomach, press you into the mattress, and keep you in place as he went to town, as he didn’t let up until you’re spluttering and sobbing and begging, humming against you when you make a particularly sweet sound, and then when you think it can’t possibly get any better, when you’re dizzy and disoriented and dangling by a satin thread, and your head is empty of all thoughts except yes yes more please jake jake jake, then, finally, he’d add his fingers.

The thought makes you suddenly aware of how empty you are. How you ache to be filled. But you don’t move to do it yourself. You just keep your hands where they are, one holding your lips spread open and the other moving around your clit, making the room spin.

It’s just not something you do for yourself, even if he did ask you to on the beach, (the moonlight and the ocean and he’s whispering and when you fuck yourself, I want you to think of me) because it doesn’t feel good when it’s you. You can’t ever get the angle right, can’t reach deep enough for it to feel like anything else but a painful stretch, but you know it would be different if they were his fingers, fucking you, making you come apart on his digits. Know you’d be rocking right back against the pressure of them as he speared you open, plunging first one finger, then another. And you are so wet you know it wouldn’t hurt, that it would be easy for him to slide inside, crook his fingers, and unravel you completely.

You’re a puppet dancing on his strings, and he isn’t even here.

You press a little harder, go a little more frantic, and then you think of him glancing up at you from between your thighs. How his hair would be mussed from your fingers and his mouth slick and smeared with you. Be a good girl for me, he’d say.

I am, you think, and like an echo, hear the sound of your voice saying it out loud, feel your lips form the words, and there you are, talking to the walls, telling it to no one, telling it to Jake, “I am. I’m a good girl for you, Jake, just for you.”

Come for me, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my mouth. I want to taste it.

It undoes you. You go tense all over, hips undulating, rutting your cunt against your fingers desperately, shamelessly, as everything grows abruptly even slicker, even hotter, as your lower body clenches like an iron fist, and then releases all of a sudden, vision shuttering just for a moment as white-hot, pulsing release washes over you like a wave.

You make a sound that’s almost a keen, almost his name, and bite your tongue bloody to hold it back.

It crashes through you for longer than you expect, and you ride it out against your hand until you’re too sensitive, until it goes from good to too much, and then you close your legs, roll to the side, and pant into your duvet cover.

Your surroundings return to you slowly - the couple still fighting, the Imperial March echoing down the hall, the planes roaring above. How strange that everything can be so mundane, so unchanged when it feels like your whole world just shifted.

For a while, you just lie there as your raging heartbeat returns to an average pace, as your body winds down, as your slick dries sticky between your thighs, and the wet patch of the sheets where you lay before soaks deeper into the fabric.

And then you say, loud and clear, “Oh, fuck me.”

When it rains in California, it’s like a different dimension opens up and swallows the earth.

Beach bars are abandoned, and lone surfboards drip water where they lay. Flipflops swim in puddles. People huddle in soft-serve shops to wait hours for the worst of it to pass. The sky is blotted with dark gray clouds that look sad and listless, like kids who got lost on a field trip.

When it rains in California, you miss your mother so much it’s like something ripped open inside of you.

It makes you restless.

Usually, you’d take your mind off things at work, but it’s Sunday, and you’re off. Amelia is at her father’s for the weekend. Penny is at work.

Your apartment is a void.

At first, you try to distract yourself: You read a book, but the words pour sideways off the page. You turn on a Youtube yoga session, but your apartment is too small, and you keep knocking your knees into things. You play Candy Crush on your phone, but you’ve been stuck on the same level for an hour and just can’t beat it.

Finally, you turn off the Golden Girls episode, shut your laptop and accept your fate.

In your car, it’s like being underwater. The rain patters against the windows and the roof and the hood in a steady, relentless rhythm, like hundreds of tiny fists knocking at the metal. Every window is covered in water, rivulets racing each other like erosion marks on a map, like craters in the glass, and you feel submerged, surprised every time you inhale, and there’s no wetness bubbling in your lungs.

As the wipers clear paths on the windshield that last only for a moment or two, you signal and turn off the road onto the gravel of the Hard Deck’s parking lot. It’s all so stupid, you think as you cut the engine and suddenly there is no sound at all but the rain, how just a month ago you’d never been here before, and now it seems this godforsaken bar is the scene of so many moments you’ll never forget.

For a moment, you stay in the car, caught between two times.

Your mother loved the rain. You remember being six, sitting on the couch with her, and she’d put her arms around you, pull you to her chest, and say, listen, pumpkin, do you hear it? That’s the clouds saying hello. And then the two of you would stay there all afternoon, listening as raindrops plinked against rooftops, dripped from branches, dipped into puddles.

That’s the safest you’ve ever felt, you realize suddenly. Right there on that couch, with her. Everything after was just white noise.

And maybe that’s the problem with it all.

Hangman belongs in the suntanned and brilliant and wanting to be seen always. It’s like he was made for this place and all its golden, blue-sky glory.

But you… you want to be invisible. You want to shrink back into the gray indifference of clouds and puddles and cars that spray you if they get too close to the curb. You’ve always been a creature of water.

You know he’s inside because Penny told you he is. Shot you a text earlier that read your boyfriend’s at my bar!!!! come get some ;)

You’re soaked the minute you get out of the car, but you don’t mind. Embrace it, actually. Welcome the raindrops kissing your nose and cheeks, catching in your hair.

The bar is almost deserted, save for the small group of naval aviators. They’re playing darts, and you spot Hangman right away. It’s hard not to, anyway, with how he carries himself. Always so sure of everything he does.

You don’t think he’s ever felt the same fear that takes hold of you now, the same uncertainty.

Penny doesn’t spot you from where she’s serving a regular at the bar, and you’re glad. Makes it easier just to stomp through the room, fingers hooked into the strap of your bag like you’re holding on for dear life.

When you’re just a few steps away, Hangman notices you. For a moment, you can see his face light up, but then he looks at you, really looks at you, and something about it shifts.

You don’t want to know what you look like - hair greasy, face not washed, in pajamas that consist of an old, worn-out tee and sweatpants you’ve had for years, complete with holes and ramen noodle stains. You don’t want to care.

“Can I talk to you?” you ask without preamble as you reach the group.

Phoenix, who’d moved to greet you, freezes where she stands, looking between Hangman and you with an unreadable expression.

Hangman raises an eyebrow but nods. You’re so thankful that he doesn’t argue it could make you weep.

He hands his darts over to Coyote. “Don’t ruin my streak, yeah?”

Then he follows you to a corner near the bathrooms, uncharacteristically silent.

“So, what’s up, sweetheart?” he asks, painting a grin on his face that won’t really reach his eyes. “Missed me?”

You take a deep breath and say, “I want you to leave me alone.”

For a moment, Hangman goes very quiet. You see his eyes focusing, see his shoulders tensing, realize just how attuned you are to every minuscule reaction of his. It’s pathetic.

“What did I do?” he asks.

There’s no teasing in his voice. It’s not even the frustration from that night out on the beachfront. It’s just raw, genuine hurt, and you didn’t even think he was capable of something like it. Something so real.

You swallow around the lump in your throat. “I just… I don’t want it.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches, but he doesn’t look angry. He looks like a man very used to dissecting sticky situations, making calculated decisions quicker than you could ever hope to. You realize with a sudden jolt that when Hangman isn’t hanging around bars, giving unwanted sexual epiphanies to girls, he’s an actual fighter pilot. Someone fighting battles in the sky that may just cost him his life.

“On the beach, you said you didn’t want me to stop.”

He’s not being accusatory, not acting like he’s entitled to anything, not at all like you imagined. Why does he have to be so nice? It would be so much easier if he weren’t, if he yelled at you, if he caused a scene.

But this… this makes you feel feeble, fraying, like you’re going to spiral at any moment.

“I…” You can’t even find the words. How do you explain that it’s not like it was on the beach anymore? It’s not fun, it’s not light, it’s real, and it’s heavy, and it scares you. You’re so fucking scared.

How do you explain that somehow, strangely, your fantasy has made it real?

“I don’t want it anymore. I changed my mind.”

“Sweetheart, if this is about….”

“Stop!” your voice rises high enough that you know you’ve caught the pilots' attention. Frustration and anxiety coil in your stomach. It’s getting hard to breathe. “I just want you to leave me alone, Hangman! Why can’t you just leave me alone, you’re always there, you’re everywhere, and I don’t want it, I don’t want this, just stop, just….”

You can’t tell panic from range, can’t say what it is that accelerates your heart rate, makes your breaths choked and panicked. You just know that your hands are numb, and something sears in your nose, and you want to go you want to leave you don’t want to see him anymore.

For a moment, Hangman seems surprised by your outburst, recoils half a step, and then catches himself just as quickly. He thinks it over, and then he nods.

“Alright,” he says, smoothly, easily, as if you didn’t just yell at him in public. Shrugs his shoulders. “Your decision. It’s always been your decision.”

He pushes off the wall and shoves his hands into his pockets. Nods his head as a goodbye. Says your name just once.

Your name. Not sweetheart. And it’s the final line, you know it is. It’s really over.

Something inside of you twists and tightens to the point of pain, and it’s so dumb. You never even liked terms of endearment, thought they were overdone and sappy and clichée, but as he walks away, you wish he would turn back, wink at you, say see you around, sweetheart, wish you could fall back into that easy, strange routine the two of you have built.

Only he doesn’t, of course. Because you told him not to. Because you made the decision.

Suddenly, you're fighting tears.

“Did you just get dumped?” you hear Coyote ask.

Hangman laughs easily, the way he does everything. Nothing fazes him. Nothing sticks. You wish you could be like that, wish you could stop feeling everything so deeply, thinking about it so much, wish you could be easy-going. Wish this meant nothing to you the same way it does to him. Wish you could be somebody else.

He takes the darts back. “To get dumped,” he says, “you need to date first. This was nothing.”

And that’s the truth. It really was nothing.

You never kissed, never went on a date, never did anything but talk.

And still, to you, it changed something profound. Knocked you off course. Unbalanced you.

You have no right, but it feels like your chest is caving in. The tears are hot on your face. You wrap your arms around your ribcage as if you need to keep your body from splintering apart, keep your bones from cracking under the pressure of everything walling up inside you.

You feel like a colossal fool, standing there in the middle of this bar. Realizing you built something up in your mind that was never there to begin with. Realizing that all you’ve dreamt, you’ve dreamt alone.

Hangman doesn’t care. So why can’t you?

Without looking at Penny, without looking at Hangman, you steel yourself and walk to the door. Step into the rain.

You want to talk to your mother. You want to call her and tell her about how you broke your own heart because surely that’s better than having it broken by somebody else. You want to hear her voice. You want to make her laugh.

You want to sit in perfect silence with her and listen to the rain.

This time, in that car submerged in water, you close your eyes and imagine you’re drowning.

#top gun maverick #hangman x reader #hangman fic #hangman #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #fic #writing #mine #f: bh #hnhnnggnnghn i'm so scared to post this oh my god #this is so filthy i'm ashamed

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xgmtmdmx · 11 months

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Close - chapter three the match

You arrive at the performance centre to get ready for your match against liv Morgan , when you are in the locker room you hear someone comming in so you turn around.

"Hey" "omg hey dems" you went over and hugged her "calm down y/n/n we were together a few hours ago" she says laughing "yeah I'm just kinda nervous I guess like this is my debut match" "y/n you will be amazing don't worry" "thanks " you say with a smile on your face even though you were still worried , what would happen if it didn’t go well or the crowd didn’t react well to you .

*time skip*

You are sitting in the makeup chair doing your makeup when you hear people come in , it's the judgement day , " hey guys" "hey y/n" they reply "what are y'all doing here?" You ask " just came to wish you luck and I wanna do Damian's makeup" Rhea replies , dom and Finn come over to the desk and start fiddling with makeup . “Eh excuse you Finn get away from me makeup” “doms touching it aswell” “yeah but he’s being careful , your a clumsy fuck” he comes over and starts tickling you “will ye fuck off ive to get ready” you say laughing “you sound like some townie when your laughing” “go away Finn will ya” now scowling at him while he keeps laughing “right everyone out I’ve to get changed” Rhea stayed sitting on the couch while the boys left “why does she get to stay?” Questions dom “because she’s a girl and she’s one of my best friends” dom just smiles and leaves

*time skip* (I'm sorry for all the time skips I promise I'm not lazy 😭)

You are waiting in the gorilla for ur que when u hear it

IM GONNA SHOW YOU , LOCO MANIAC , SICK BITCH , PYSCOPATH

You go out and do ur signature pose (it can be whatever u want it to be , I chose I'm gonna show you crazy by Bebe Rhexa for my enterance but it can be whatever you want again)

You go out and start fighting liv and win by using your move called the compress (it's a pin tactic). You go backstage and the judgement day hug you , you wait for liv to get backstage and give her a hug and start talking to her " you were amazing out there y/n" "thank you so much liv like honestly I have looked up to you for a while" "awh y/n you are so sweet , do u wanna go get a bite to eat later or something maybe to celebrate your win and you big debut?" "Yeah sure I'd love to" you say , you go back to the locker rooms with liv and Rhea to get changed and get ready but when you try to talk to Rhea she just kinda blows you off and is very short with you so you are confused but just put it down to her being tired so you leave and go to dinner with liv , you have an amazing time and are happy to have made another friend , so you call an Uber and make your way home and when you get home u text Rhea but she leaves you on read

Y/n🫶 : hey dems *read*

Y/n🫶: you okay? *read*

Y/n🫶: I'm guessing your asleep I'll talk to you tomorrow good night *read*

You were confused and a bit upset that Rhea wasn't answering you but thought that maybe she had fell asleep with her phone on so you tried to sleep but just couldn't so you went to watch a movie and texted liv

The compressor💪: hey liv you awake?

Blondie locks💛: yeah what's up

The compressor 💪: I think Demi is mad at me but I don't know why

Blondie locks 💛 : why what happened ?

The compressor 💪: I don't know she hasn't spoke to me since she heard us planning to go to dinner

Blondie locks 💛 : oh my god you are oblivious aren't you

The compressor 💪 : what do you mean?

Blondie locks 💛 : never mind you will figure it out soon hun

What on earth was liv talking about? This just made y/n even more confused than she already was, she needed to talk to Demi very soon

She would see her in the gym the next day anyways and will corner demi if she really has to.

*authors note*

Hey y'all I hope you like this chapter , it's a bit longer than the other two

Have a great day/night 🫶

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solarsavoy · 2 years

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More asks! 😎

4,22, and 40 for the personal asks please 😊💜

Thanks for the ask! As always. 💙

4 - what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

I'm not sure if I mentioned this somewhere or not so I'm just going to expound on it in case I did. So, when I was in college, Deo knew a person named Pavel. He was okay, until he kept talking about killing cats (supposedly as a joke) well after I asked him to stop because it bothered me, so I warned him I would hit him if he didn't and then he egged me on and on and on until I was basically beating the shit out of him and he finally caved and turned to Deo and said "aren't you gonna stop her?" Deo laughed. "Dude, you literally asked for it. I ain't stopping shit."

Second instance. It's 3 weeks before finals and Pavel knows I'm a math nerd and that I'm interested in tutoring for some side money, so he asks for help. I make it clear that I will help and not do his work for him (because he's that kind of guy) and ask where he is in the book. He says 1.6, as in chapter 1 part 6. I'm thinking, okay, maybe the teacher taught it out of order because sometimes they do that.

No.

This m***f*** thought I'd be able to tutor him the entire freaking math book in a week and a half and still have him magically pass his final. So I told him that we're starting on 1.6 but there's no way I'm going to be able to teach him in 1.5 weeks what would take a teacher to teach in 3 months and that we probably wouldn't get far enough for him to pass, unless he lives, breathes and eats math 24/7 until then. And I have my own classes, so I can only help him out maybe an hour or two a day. He gives up right then and there and drops out of college that semester.

Okay, so inside joke.

There's this answer card in Cards Against Humanity that says "My Uber driver, Pavel". Besides the fact that he has an orgy with Stag and the pizza guy in one particular game, Deo and I just see it as "of course that's all he amounted to" and "never thought I'd see him again" and "think he still needs help with math?" and "he better not be running over any cats or I'ma beat the shit out of him again". No one else knows him in our little world. Just me and Deo. And every time that card shows up, we just snicker to each other and maybe add "at least he still has his Uber job". 😆

Maybe that's mean, but like, two bad impressions, man. You are not my favorite person. Glad you're still with Uber though! 👍

22 - say 3 things about someone you love

Only 3? Hmm… I'ma switch it up and make it not Deo. Annoying. Playful. You show up when I need you most. Every time. And help me choose to stay.

40 - any bad habits?

Plenty. If only I can remember them all… Current irritating one: I have the beginning of arthritis in my hands and feet but can't stop stretching (good!)/ popping (not good!) them. I'm a notorious procrastinator. (As in I decided to answer this instead of doing my Character Tuesday post. >.>) I'm almost always late to things, work, chiropractor, other work. They just kind of accept it because I'm good at my job and I'm not that late overall. And my chiropractor puts up with it because I'm a party of one and I've been going there longer than the current chiropractor's been working there and that's impressive.

Um… I shut down and start a negative (and hugely unrealistic) downward spiral during fights. Sometimes I go down so far so fast that it's paralyzing, I guess. I'm very chatty, but I rarely talk about the stuff that really matters. I'm trying to get better about that. (Hence me even mentioning it here.) I'm a people pleaser in the work environment… A person or two know what I'm referring to when I say that. And I'm sure there's more. All my bad habits are WIPs that I'm trying to fix right now. 😆

And that's it! Thanks again, Hailey! 💙💙💙

#solarsavoyasks #heyhellohihowareyou #hailey is awesome #personal asks

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I have been super bad with money this month, like, really bad, so I wanted to start being good, but I stupidly forgot to defrost anything for dinner and I am just out so I had literally nothing to work with, like at best I could make an onion stir fry, that's it though. Sooooo I was naughty and got Uber Eats and tried some of the new McDonald's stuff

Burger was pretty nice but if I got crispy onions they no longer were crispy, and the apple pie was okay I guess, but parts of it tasted odd

Although main reason I'm sharing this, so other people CONSTANTLY get food delivered to their flats and I have no idea how, as they can't even find the building for me, let alone the right apartment! It must be something I am doing but I have no idea what. Anyway, this Uber delivery guy got particularly turned around and not only went to the wrong building, but couldn't even find the entrance to that building! So I literally ran at one point to get to him, and he was this middle Eastern dude and he kept apologising saying the GPS led him there and wouldn't stop saying sorry and even said "Next time friend! I know!" even though I kept constantly telling him it's fine, everyone gets lost and he brought food to me, I'm happy! But he just, I dunno, almost seemed scared/upset at himself? So I gave him a £5 tip and all the compliments to hopefully show that I am honestly really not upset with him! I felt so bad he seemed so upset but I honestly do not mind! You're working for a shitty company and getting me my food, so what if I have to walk less than 30 seconds away from my flat?

P.s. The nuggets are for munching, cause again, food issues. I am gonna try and tough it out this weekend to avoid an Asda shop as it's so expensive there and I think mum and I are going Aldi next week

#personal

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blenderchildren · 7 months

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Stop getting dropped on your head or turn the fuck around fuckwit.

If only you applied your incompatible bullshit to your own band or team.

Maybe you aren't on the right track. Fall in line ignorant dickhead.

You're never on the same page as anyone.

As if it's your will to be a fly in the fycking ointment.

Let me guess, you're mad and sabotaging everything that works right for not worshipping you.

Jealous ex-girlfriend syndrome.

Because I go to everybody that isn't you. So I turn left, and you swerve right in objection or as "punishement" for throwing you into apostasy.

You don't have to be out of your own goddamn alignment ignorant fool.

Why is your world out of balance without leeching off of me?

Do you binge eat when you get mad?

Whatever. I could not give a fuck less. Stay in Poland, dickhead.

What statement about you is that?

Fucking faggot. I don't have to merge with you or align with you.

I'd rather never get laid again and die alone, than "belong" to any of your flock's bullshit.

That's how not worth it you are.

I'm not here to help your bullshit beliefs in magic or ritual symbolism and mentally handicapping superstitions.

If I never see you again, life would be easier. Trying to railroad me or force me to follow your piece of shit ship of fools.

Almost two minutes before midnight. So, no. I'm not going to humor or indulge your bullshit symbolisms.

I'm busy glorifying myself because you never will and never did.

You're busy glorifying everybody else that isn't me, for not glorifying you, faggot.

Are you that desperate to feel like you "belong"?

Trying to force me upstream to swim against the current? Is that reality or more of your philosophical symbolism bullshit? As if the resistance training was supposed to make me goon out to edify your bullshit over my non-symbolism, and non ritual-superstition reality. Too much time spent on trying to remind me of who you are not, requiring me to knock you off your pedestal you put yourself on, ignorant faggot.

Or has your ass fallen from grace, and trying to drag everybody down with you, fucking loser.

Take your "exodus" or pilgrimage and leave without me.

Fucking idiot gets lost on a one way street.

Oh, now you know where you think i might be going. You gonna send some toad to chase after me so you can call yourself important and play "lifeguard", nigger? Posessive piece of shit.

And you're not going to know my plans or activity tomorrow either nigger. You gonna do the peepee dance all day for not knowing what goal post to get in the way of, nigger?

How much of today's hindrances were because I ditched your ass without you knowing where I was going, and you needed to pull your pants up and quit jacking off so you could send out your flying monkeys to keep tabs on me nigger.

Ordering an uber and giving them a destination isn't enough, you need to slow me down even more so your fuckups can get their shit together an try to keep me under your posession.

You think I'm slow? You should see the fags that slow me down because they need to stay ahead of me.

I might not have malicious motives, but you inspire me to them to teach you something about being a faggot control freak.

Witness to a "Marriage" over bong rips in who's light? Not yours faggot. What ego complex?

You can't buy my acceptance or my ignorance to your criminal activity. Everything you see vanishes when your faggot ass isn't trying to carve off some of mine for you to try to turn a profit off me. There are a lot of years where my life isn't wasted on words gor your faggot ass, making problems because you can't make money off me without forcing conflict. I hope you fail on principle. Decades of grief. Eat shit. Pay for it. Nigger. Burn for your Sodom and gemoorah, pillar of salt symbolisms and incest, nigger.

EAt shit "Sinbad."

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duhhhr · 1 year

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wow! I'm back tumblr!

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went to work this morning.. it's tuesday so i thought it's going to be quiet.... oh hell no. i hate it when people are ordering something with lots of changes in the original menu... also if they order something different and not the usual breakfast meal.. meals such us grilled chicken wrap, blt, steak sandwich and ceasar salad.. hnggggg i hate it! why can't they just order breaky special and egg bacon roll? 😋 but i'm really glad that my poached eggs are improving.. hehe.

so there is this person who was formerly working in that cafe as well. i like him, not romantically yet or i don't know. i just admire him for being stern with his decision. i like people who knows what they want and are good in decision making coz i'm not. also the owners kept on telling stories about him so he's been in my mind like everyday! not a single day that they didn't mention his name. 🙄 not to show loyalty or something but since we are both filipino, and i am really concerned coz it feels like we are talking about him on his back. i am telling him some stories that the owners told me about him. hmmm it kind of feel unfair for him and kasi haha i should have heared those stories directly from him but instead it's the owners who told me. so yeah we've been talking for some time now... i am the kind of person kasi na will say talaga how i feel and then regret it afterwards huhu. so kasi.. i was kind of really flirty rin hnggggg my bad. i'll behave na from now on.

also there is this turkish guy who's been wanting to meet me for i don't know how long na. i finally agreed on meeting him again coz the last scheduled date has been canceled. okayyy i don't know i still don't feel like meeting him eh pero maybe i have to atleast try and whatever happens i guess it's fine coz i'll get to see him personally and know him personally naman.

anyway, i lost some kilos nga pala. most probably kasi wala si ate dito. sometimes i only eat once a day.. yeah not a healthy habit. i just want to go back with my previous weight ☹️ hopefully i can reach it this March. my lowest was 54 but it's fine if i don't achieve that right away. i'm just hoping for atleast a 60kgs.

also yeah sometimes i feeeel sad and lonely. it's my fault rin naman coz sometimes i feel like isolating myself. it's really unfair to my friends... i know and i feel sorry. ☹️ i miss them but i don't want them to think na i am just making paramdam coz i need some comfort or something. there are friends who understands me naman specially julia 🥺 i super miss her. i miss my friends in philippines. i know i said i am not gonna visit philippines yet until i get my pr visa. but i think i will next year hehe coz my former work friends are organizing our get together travel. also i am planning on getting a boob job din kasi this december or january next year hngggg

speaking of, i will be needing money for that boob job so i have to really be cautious on my spendings hayyyy i am so magastos my goodnesss.. i have to stop relying on uber! it is where most of my money goes. hngggg i am not really a morning person kasi so it is really a miracle that i am working in a cafe. but yeahhhh.. i have to save money for it. i have been really dreaming of having that done for a really really long time.

what else should i kwento pa ba?

maybe tomorrow naman.. i gotta sleep pa coz i have a practical class tomorrow.

ciao.

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Sending you love, and the sentiments below 😘😘😘

#MadameCultLeaderAppreciation 🤩

Hehe

Little Things

Warning: NSFW, knife kink, a bit of blood, smut.

A/N: forgive my typos

"Well?" He asks, blood seeping from his hairline, down his forehead.

"You gonna kill me? Or keep me for my good looks?"

You roll your eyes.

"You're in no position to be using your mouth this much." You say, pressing your knife to his cheek, slipping it down to his jaw.

"I'm in the perfect position." He says easily, tilting his head, his eyes drifting down to the tops of your thighs, barely covered by your black mini skirt. "The perfect position to see how wet you are for me under that skirt."

You growl and step back.

"Aw, don't be like that...look-" he licks his lips, "Why don't we call this a truce, I won't try to kill you, and you won't try to kill me."

He shrugs his shoulders, as best he can with his arms tied behind his back, "You don't even have to let me go. Just-" he pins you with a shit-eating grin, "Just lift that skirt and come sit on my cock and we'll call it even."

You suck in an angry breath at his suggestive words. Truth is, he was getting to you, especially considering the things you were doing before you'd tied him up, seducing him into coming back to your place, kissing him hard in the back of the Uber you took to get you here. The way his hands had snaked over your breast under your shirt, thumbing at your nipple until they were stiff and swollen. His tongue dipping into your mouth and the way his hot breath hit the roof of your mouth when he moaned.

You blink, sighing angrily and moving to check the locks on your apartment door.

"You have something of mine, and you're not leaving here until you tell me where it is."

"Mm, you're gonna have to be more specific than that, princess, I got a lotta stuff from a lotta people."

You scowl, turning back to him. You take long, angry steps until the tip your knife is pressed to his bottom lip. He smiles, tongue dipping out to catch on the tip. You watch a small amount of blood bloom from the tiny scratch on his tongue.

"A drive, with documents on it. A drive that can hurt a lot of people in the wrong hands."

His smile widens.

"Am I the wrong hands?" He asks sweetly, and you clench around nothing in response, your frown deepening at your body's response to him.

"I'll kill you before I let that happen."

A low laugh this time.

"Why don't you check my pockets, baby, maybe you'll find something you like."

You suck in a breath of excitement, sheathing your knife to begin patting the sides of his thighs. You feel a couple of items, his phone, wallet, keys and you begin fishing them out. You sigh in frustration when you realise how deep his pockets are, moving to the side of him to put your hand in. You can feel his stiff thigh, and his legs spread a little wider to give you more space to search.

"Maybe the other side." He suggests, and you eagerly follow his directive.

Your mouth drops open when instead of finding a flash drive, your fingers wrap around the outline of his cock.

You gasp and pull away, angrily walking to the window of your place. His laughter follows you.

"That's the only thing I have that you're gonna get, baby, and I'll give it to you for however long and however slow you want."

Fuck it, is the last coherent thought you have before you turn back to him.

You're slipping your underwear down your thighs before you can second guess yourself.

"You talk," you begin, balling your underwear up and shoving it against his lips. His eyes are defiant for a second before he parts his lips. "Way too fucking much." You say, shoving the damp material into his mouth. He closes his mouth around it, and you realise it wasn't that much material in the first place.

You straddle his thighs next, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. Reaching into his boxers, you grip his hard length and pull him out slowly.

He groans.

"This what you wanted Mister Russo? Hmm? Wanted a pretty girl to stroke your cock?"

He hisses when your thumb drags over his tip.

"Mmmmm, can't say a fucking word now can't you?" You tease, shifting your hips up so that his cock rubs on your clit.

You let out a sigh of satisfaction. You look down when something touches your hand, your underwear, damp with his saliva and your wetness. You push the material off you.

"Fuck yes baby, put me inside, come on, come on..." he grunts in frustration when you move your hips away, continuing to stroke him.

"The drive, Mister Russo. Where is it."

He pins you with his obsidian gaze.

"Come on my cock and I'll tell you."

You sigh, giving a shake of your head, letting the tip of his cock circle your clit, before pulling back again.

He groans, throwing his head back, fighting his restraints.

"Come on baby, don't be like that, I know how fucking wet you are for me and I want you around me."

"You know what I want." You respond simply, continuing to tease him by spreading your wetness over the tip of his cock. Lifting your fingers to push the remnants of your arousal into his mouth. He sucks on them greedily, his tongue swirling over your fingers.

"I know you've been thinking about my cock from the moment you saw me." He says, eyes boring into yours.

"If you give me a chance, I'll give you everything you want. Everything. USB included. My cock. My tongue. My thigh. My belt. Whatever you need, I'll give it to you."

The corner of your mouth lifts.

"It's that easy huh?" You ask.

He blinks in surprise, realising how whipped he'd sounded.

"How about a game then." He backtracks, "The drive is in a safe in my apartment, I'll give it to you if you can walk all the way there when I'm done with you."

Knowing that he doesn't live that far away, you nod your head with a smile, underestimating the man in front of you.

"Deal."

You start simply, guiding him to your entrance, keeping him there for a frustrating second, rubbing his tip against your slit. He hums lowly when you take a breath, letting him slip a little into you. A slight hiss of pain, and his forehead bumps into yours, grabbing your attention.

"Relax baby, take a slow breath in, and sink down."

You do as he says, trying to ignore the pinch of pain as your vagina protests his size with little prep work.

"Oh, good girl. That's it. Take me all in."

You moan at his words.

You move a little too slowly for his liking, but he still likes it. Keeps his eyes on you while you seat yourself on him, a wrinkle in your eyebrow showing that you're in a little discomfort.

"If you didn't tie me up, I'd have made you come on my tongue first. Then my fingers. By the time you were getting my cock, you'd have been ready to take me."

"Can't have-ahh- everything you want, Mister Russo."

"Yeah? Says who?"

You were good at taking him by surprise, but you were shit at knots, and he couldn't wait to let you know that after you make yourself come for the first time on his cock. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when you realise you were going to lose.

Sometimes it was the little things that gave Billy the most joy.

#ask #billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo x reader #my writings #billy russo x female reader #the punisher #billy russo smut

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emilym7411 · 2 years

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Brother's best friend (D.O'B) Pt.2

⚠warnings⚠: Dylan O'Brien, Angst: fighting, cursing, crying. Smut: daddy kink, slight cum eating, praise kink, pet names, oral (f receiving), Dom dylan, sub reader.

Probably missed a few, but that's okay.💞💓

*at dinner*

"So what have you been up to Y/N?" Holland asked

"Not much." I replied while i just stared down at my drink. The things Dylan said have been replaying over and over in my mind. I've tried to stop thinking about it, but that only makes me think about it more.

"Oh come on, don't you have any funny stories or weird or hot hookup stories"

"Uh, i'm stitting right here Holland." Tyler said.

"Sorry..." Holland said, trying to hide her smile. I noticed, as soon as Holland mentioned me hooking up with someone, Dylan's eyes snapped towards me. He gave me sort of glare? I can't really describe the look.

"Well now that you mentioned it, i hooked up with this guy, quite recently actually." I said, smirking at Holland, only glancing at Dylan to see his facial expression.

"Oooh, how was it?" Holland asked

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Tyler said.

"It was terrible. I faked cumming. When he fingered me he kept moving his fingers so fucking slow, i almost fell asleep." I said

"Oh god." Holland said, cringing

"That's not even the worse part. When he put it inside, i couldn't even feel it. That man couldn't make me cum even if his life dependent on it." I said. I looked straight at Dylan, making eye contact.

The smirk on my face wider now. Dylan had his jaw clenched, his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was holding the glass.

"Oh my god!" Holland said while laughing her ass off.

"Wait, i have to go to the bathroom." She said, standing up in a hurry.

"You know, for someone who 'couldn't feel it' you where screaming pretty loud." Dylan said as soon as Holland was gone.

"Ohh baby, we both know that was you." I said, sitting back and giving him a wink. The smirk on my face never leaving.

"Okay i'm back. Where's Holland?" Tyler asked

"She went to the bathroom." I responded

"What's going on between you two?" Tyler asked, raising one of his eyebrows and looking at me and Dylan suspiciously.

"Nothing." I said

"It wasn't nothing when i was balls deep inside you." Dylan said, looking at me.

"What!" Tyler yelled, causing a few people to look over at us

"Why the fuck would say that you asshole?" I asked Dylan

"Why the fuck would you to fuck...oh my god, you two fucked in my trailer!" Tyler asked

"Who fucked who in your trailer?" Holland asked

"Take a guess." Tyler said looking at me and Dylan

"No...holy shit." Holland said, shocked.

"That's it. I'm going home." I said, paying my half of the bill before standing up.

"You can't go home, you live in Washington." Tyler said

"Exactly!" I said. I turned around and walked away.

"Whatever you did or said to her, fix it." Tyler told Dylan

Dylan just rolled his eyes, but he stood up anyway and ran outside catching up to me.

"Do you're just gonna stand here?" Dylan asked, standing next to me

"Fuck off."

"Or what?" Dylan said. That was the final straw, i started crying from how pissed i was. I cried silently though, i didn't want Dylan to know.

Luckily my uber got there right after i started crying. Without a word, i climed in, only to have Dylan climb in the other side.

I gave the driver the address. I didn't care that Dylan got in with me, i didn't care that he was looking at me. I just wanted to go home. This trip was supposed to be like a vacation, but it's not even the second day yet and i already want to go home

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I paid the cab and got out. I was staying at the same hotel as Tyler, he insisted on it.

I walked into the elevator, pressing my floor button. Dylan was following me the whole way.

*ding*

I got out and basically ran to my door, unlocking it and rushing inside, but before i could close the door, Dylan pushed it open and forced his way inside.

"Fuck sake Dylan, why can't you just leave me alone. What more can you possibly have to say. You already made me feel like some cheap fucking whore isn't that enough!" I asked, still crying.

Dylan closed and locked the door behind him when he got in.

"Y/N, i-"

"You what? You only talked to me beacause you thought i was easy and when you got bored you threw me away. Or, you never wanted to make me feel that way. Well guess fucking what Dylan, you did and it hurt."

"Y/N i'm sorry!" Dylan yelled

"Well sorry isn't good enough!" I yelled back

"What do want me to say?" Dylan yelled

"I want you to give me a reason!"

"For what!"

"For everything!"

Dylan stood there, not saying anything.

"I want you to tell me why you stopped talking to me. I want you tell me why you fucked me, but then called my 'easy' afterwards. I want you to give me a reason as to why the fuck you've been treating me like shit." I cried.

"I'm inlove with you!"

"Well you have a shitty way of showing it!"

"I know and i-" Dylan started saying

"No you don't know Dylan. We talked and i caught feelings, then you left without a single word. I thought something was wrong with me, i stayed up all night crying and wondering what i did wrong.....why the hell would you do that?" I asked

"I was scared."

"Scared of what!"

"I was scared that i might hury you!" Dylan yelled. There was a moment of silence before he continued talking.

"So i left, but me leaving only hurt you more. I fell inlove with you Y/N, but you're my best friend's sister and if we dated and broke up it could fuck everything up."

"But we don't have to break up Dylan. We can make it work."

"But what if we can't?"

"Would you just stop being so god damn negative for a second and just think of all the good things that can come from us dating!" I said.

"Fine, but before we make it official we have to go on a few dates first." Dylan said smiling a little.

"Well no shit." I said, smiling aswell.

"Now, as for the stunt you pulled at the restaurant." Dylan said before he sped walked over to me.

"Shit." I said, my eyes growing wide.

Dylan picked me up, walked over to the kitchen and placed me on the kitchen counter. He started kissing me, trailing his lips over my neck, making sure he covers it with marks, before taking of my shirt.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous princess." Dylan said. He took off my bra, bent down and started kissing, licking and slightly biting my right nipple. After a few minutes he gave my other nipple the same attention, before moving back to my lips.

As the kiss went on, i moved my hands towards the waistband of his pants. Before i could go any further, he grabbed my hands and moves them away as he slowly pulls awau from me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked breathlessly. He shakes his head and laughs.

"What makes you think you deserve it?" He questions me with a smug smirk on his face. My eyes widen a little. I was not expecting this.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked confused. He automatically gets serious.

"Lay down." Dylan demands. I immediately do as i'm told.

Dylan moved his hands down my body and slides my panties off so effortlessly.

He makes his way down my entrance, leaving kisses on my inner thighs to my clit.

He stops before his mouth meets my entrance.

He looks up at me, our eyes meeting.

"Beg."

"You already know what i want." I say softly

"I want to hear you say it." Dylan said. I pulled him up and started slowly kissing his face and neck.

"Please Dylan, i want you to fuck me with your tongue and fingers and i don't want you stop until i'm shaking. After that i want you to fuck my on my bed until i'm screaming and my legs stop working." I said, giving him a kiss after each word.

"Please."

"Good girl." Dylan growled. He made his way down my body and without hesitation, he stuck two long fingers inside my dripping pussy and started sucking, licking and lightly biting my clit.

Dylan moved his fingers and tongue at an nearly impossible speed. He had me shaking and screaming underneath him in a matter of a minute.

"Ahh fuck, Dylan! Fuck i'm cumming!" I yelled, burying my hand in his hair.

"That's it princess, cum for daddy."

"Fuck!" I yelled, cumming all over Dylan's face and fingers. He rode me through my orgasm, ones i was done, Dylan pulled his fingers out and made me clean them off.

"Taste so fucking good baby." Dylan said, watching me as i sucked his fingers clean.

Dylan picked me up and carried me over to the bed, placing me on it before taking of his clothes and he climbing ontop of me, kissing me passionately.

"You sure about this?" Dylan asked

"I'm sure." I said smiling at him

Dylan lined himself up with my entrance before slowly sliding in. We both moaned once he was all the way in.

"Move, please." I moaned. Dylan gave me a kiss and slowly started moving.

"Faster. I'm yours Dylan, use me."

That was all it took for Dylan to start pounding into me.

Sitting up on his knees, Dylan put my leges over his shoulders. The new angle made him hit places i never even knew existsted.

"So fucking tight baby, can feel you clenching. You gonna cum hm?"

"Fuck! Yes Dylan, please make me cum. Please."

"Such a good fucking girl, love it when you beg." Dylan said

"Cum for me baby, be a good girl and cum for daddy." Dylan said.

"Ahh fuck Daddy!" I screamed as my body started shaking. I came screaming Dylan's name over and over.

"Fuck Y/N!" Dylan moaned, as he filled me with his cum, panting my walls white.

I've never felt so full.

Dylan stayed inside me for a little while longer, but he eventually got up and went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.

After he was finished, Dylan came out of the bathroom with a damp towel, only to find me gathering some of the cum between my legs, on my fingers, before sucking my fingers clean.

"Holy fuck. You're going to make me hard again."

"Good." I said with a smirk.

Dylan only shook his head and smiled as he walked over to me, getting me cleaned up aswell.

After he made sure i was okay, he climed into bed with me.

We cuddled for the rest of the night until we eventually drifted of to sleep.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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I'm so excited to read everything for Summer of Love ✨ could i request prompt 37 + 53 with Tom? Maybe friends to lovers 👀

YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE VEGAS REQUEST I AM SO EXCITED

Okay no more screaming but I seriously hope you like it! This is one of my favorite prompts so I was super excited to get to do it 🥰🥰 Anyways, thanks for sending it in, feedback, as always, is appreciated and encouraged. Love you so so much xx

Drive Thru Wedding

37 - Getting drunk and getting married in Vegas

53 - "We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic."

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: light angst

Summary: You had a drive thru wedding with your best friend

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Tom sat up, groaning and rubbing his eyes as light streamed into the hotel room. The room slowly came into focus and he spotted (y/n) passed out on his bed. He knit his brow and padded towards the window, pulling the blinds closed to try and dull his throbbing head. He made his way to the bathroom, wincing as he turned on the light. He splashed water on his face before realizing he was still in the same clothes he’d put on the night before. With a heavy sigh he returned to the bedroom and peaked at his phone. Calls and texts from his family and Harrison, nothing unusual outside of the fact that it was nearly noon.

“Shit,” he swore, glancing back over at (y/n), “Darling wake up,” he set a hand on her back, shaking her lightly.

She groaned, “Go away.”

“It’s nearly noon, come on, time to get up,” he chuckled.

“Fuck you,” she swore back at him before rolling onto her back, “I feel awful.”

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed, “I barely remember last night.”

“Me either. I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing…”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he assured, “We should go get some water, and eat.”

“Good call, but I need to shower first,” she yawned as she finally sat up, “Mind if I use your shower?”

“No, no of course not, I’m just gonna call Haz.”

“Cool, I’ll be quick,” she promised.

“Take your time,” he waved her off as he punched in his friend's number.

“Ah, he lives,” Harrison teased as he picked up the phone, “How’s (y/n)?”

“Showering, we’re both a bit fucked,” he frowned, “You aren’t in the suite are you?”

“No, we got breakfast and now we’re heading for the mob museum. We were going to wake you guys up but it seemed like you needed the sleep. You want to come meet us here?”

“Maybe, we’ve got to go eat first though,” he sighed, “Dude, what happened last night?”

“We all got really trashed, you and (y/n) were taking shots and you two took the driver and disappeared. We were all too trashed to even notice you were missing until we left though, but you guys were passed out when we got back to the hotel, so we figured you must have just headed back,” he chuckled, “Don’t remember a thing huh?’

“Hardly, I mean I remember being at the club for a while, but I don’t remember leaving…”

“Does she remember anything?”

“No, I don’t think she remembers anymore than I do.”

“That’s good, at least if you, you know, confessed something, she doesn’t remember.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, that’s a plus…”

It was obvious to Harrison that something was wrong, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Tom sighed, “I’ve just got this feeling something happened, I just can’t remember what.”

“Hey, I’m sure if you did anything too bad it’d be in the news by now. You probably just threw up or fell or something.”

“Probably, I just hope no one got it on video.”

“I’m sure they didn’t, look I gotta go, our Uber’s here, but let me know if you end up heading our way.”

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll get back to you in a bit.”

Tom rubbed his eyes and dug around his suitcase for some fresh clothes, after finding them he headed across the suite to use a different bathroom. He desperately wanted to clean up and figure out exactly what had occurred the night before. She still looked exhausted when they reunited outside of his room, he was sure he didn’t look any better.

“Everyone went out already huh?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, they’re at the mob museum right now. They said we can meet up with them if we want, I figure we can see how we feel after we eat.”

“Good idea,” she rubbed her stomach with a sigh, “Do you think a mimose would help or hinder me right now.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “Definitely hinder. I think both of us should be on an alcohol detox today.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she sighed, “Alright, a boring, virgin breakfast it is.”

“Oh you poor thing,” he laughed as they stepped onto the elevator, “It’s just tragic.”

They both opted for something easy on the stomach, simple eggs and fruits, regretting that they didn’t bring sunglasses down from the hotel room. They were both certain they couldn’t make it through a day on the strip, the lights and noise were bound to be too much, which ruled out the possibility of going to meet their friends. Tom still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, it was an unreachable itch in the back of his mind.

“What do you remember from last night?”

“Uh, being at the club, doing some shots,” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know Tom, not much, it’s all kind of blurry really.”

“Same here. I just wonder where we were…”

“I’m sure we just came back here,” she yawned, “I mean you’re pretty high profile, if we were out doing anything crazy I’m sure we would have heard about it by now.”

“Yeah, probably…”

“Mr. Holland?” the waiter approached their table with a smile, “I have something for you from the front desk.”

“Oh, thanks,” he frowned at the manilla envelope placed in front of him, “Uh, who’s this from?”

“Your diver returned it this morning.”

“Thanks,” he repeated as he tore into the envelope, suddenly going wide eyed at its contents, “What the…”

(y/n) frowned and scooted towards him, “I wanna see.”

Before them laid a series of photos of them, clearly taken the night before at the Little White Chapel. (y/n) held a bouquet and Tom held her, his lips pressed to her cheek in one photo and her lips in the next.

“Holy shit,” (y/n)’s jaw nearly hit the floor, “No fucking way…”

“We must have been there for someone else,” Tom tried to explain.

“With a bouquet? Kissing?” (y/n) frowned at him, “Oh my god we eloped in Vegas!”

“Guess you can mark that one off your bucket list,” Tom tried to joke.

“Tom!” she flushed, “This is serious! We need to go somewhere right away and get this annulled!”

“Look even if we did do it, it doesn’t mean it was legally binding, I mean we were drunk, they probably just let us take some pictures to entertain us.”

“God I hope so,” she groaned, “We need to go down there now, get this sorted out right away.”

“I’ll call a driver,” Tom assured, “We’ll sort this out.”

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(y/n) drummed her finger along her arm nervously while the elder lady at the chapel typed away at her computer, checking if anything had been registered under either of their names.

“Oh, yep, here it is,” she smiled to them, “Looks like we did hold a wedding for you two last night.”

“Like a real, legal one?” (y/n) pressed.

She nodded, “Yep, you two are married.”

“W-Well you have to delete it,” she demanded.

“Oh hunny, I can’t do that,” she apologized, “You’ll have to go to the county court to apply for an annulment.”

She groaned and Tom smiled at the lady as he ushered her towards the door, “Thanks for all your help, have a nice day.”

“You’re welcome!” she called after them cheerfully.

“This sucks,” (y/n) pinched her brow as they returned to the car, “I guess we’re going to the county court then.”

“We’ll get this sorted out,” Tom blushed, “I just hope we can stay friends after the divorce.”

She laughed while he gave instructions to the driver, “Depends how big my alimony checks are.”

“Why are you the one that gets alimony checks? What about me huh?”

“Because there’s no way I make more money than you movie star,” she poked his chest, “I’m taking Tessa too.”

“Oh now you’re taking it way too far,” he shook his head, “You can take the kids, and the houses, and the money, but no way you’re taking Tessa.”

“Dick,” she shook her head, “After everything we’ve been through, I can’t even keep the dog?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, “That’s my baby, I’ll go to war over her.”

“You used to talk that way about me,” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “See this is exactly why we’re getting this divorce.”

“Maybe we should have tried counseling,” he hummed, “You know I don’t think it would be so bad.”

“A divorce?”

“No, if we were married,” he flushed, “I mean just cause we’re like best friends and everything…”

“Yeah but you don’t marry your best friend,” she laughed, “You marry the love of your life.”

“I know, I know, I’m just saying, you know,” he wrung his hands nervously, embarrassed he’d said anything at all.

“What? That’d we’d be a super hot celebrity power couple? Because that’s totally true,” she smiled, “We’d be the best dressed at every premier.”

“Yeah, we’d be a good power couple…”

“I’m sure you and your eventual wife will also be a power couple,” she squeezed his arm with a big smile, “Well, second wife.”

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Can you believe we kissed?”

She laughed, “Oh yeah, lucky you.”

He was upset he couldn’t remember their first, and possibly only kiss, he always imagined it would be more special. “It’s just weird not remembering any of it.”

“I just don’t even know where we got the idea,” she sighed, “I wonder if we drove by it or something…”

“I don’t know, maybe we just talked about it.”

“Maybe, like we got all drunk and got up in our feels.”

“Probably.”

“Tom, what's wrong?” she frowned at him.

“Nothing, I’m just hungover,” he insisted.

“Alright, well we can go lay down again after we sort this out.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They were quiet the rest of the drive, with Tom growing more and more anxious as they approached the courthouse. It wasn’t that he wanted to be married, but he wanted some kind of relationship. He wanted to confess that he liked the idea of kissing her and being married to her and all of that, he just couldn’t seem to spit it out.

“Hi,” (y/n) smiled at the woman at the front desk, “This is kind of embarrassing but we got really drunk last night and ended up getting married, we just needed to file for an annulment.”

“Happens all the time,” she nodded, “Just fill this out and we’ll call you back to get this sorted out.”

“Thanks,” she took a clipboard and sat down beside Tom, “Time to start dividing assets.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Tom took the board from her and began scribbling information down.

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad of a wife.”

“Ah, what’s got you in a sour mood Tommy?”

“Nothing,” he insisted, “I’m just trying to get this over with.”

“(y/n).”

“Fine, fine, I’ll just sit here,” she sighed, “Guess we aren’t getting divorce ice cream after this huh?”

Tom said nothing.

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Tom continued to be quiet as they signed papers and drove back to the hotel, all (y/n) could get with her were one word responses. She wasn’t sure what had changed and made him so upset. She was worried he’d gotten a message from his managers or something.

“Tom come on, you can tell me what’s going on,” she begged, “I know you're upset.”

“It’s nothing okay? I keep telling you I’m fine.”

“But you aren’t, I know you aren’t, and I’m just trying to help, you know you can tell me anything.”

He pinched his nose, “I can’t tell you about this.”

“Of course you can,” she set her hand on his back with a frown, “You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t know, today was just stressful.”

“I’m sure no one saw anything, somebody would have contacted you already.”

“Not about that,” he sighed.

“Okay, what about then?”

“What if I didn’t want to get the annulment?”

She wrinkled her brow in confusion, “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because it’s you,” he blushed.

“You want us to have some kind of platonic marriage?” she laughed.

Without a word he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers for a bruising kiss, “We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic.”

Her whole face flushed and her jaw hung open in shock, “You’re into me?”

“I’m completely crazy about you,” he nodded.

“S-So you want to marry me?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “Not right now at least. But I don’t want to throw away any chance of us being together.”

“Tom annulling our drunk Vegas wedding isn’t the same as throwing away any chance of us being together,” she bit her cheek, “I mean I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m into you.”

His cheeks flushed bright red, “Really?”

She nodded, “Obviously dummy, I don’t think I would have married you if I didn’t.”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “So it would be cool if I wanted to take you on a date?”

“Very cool,” she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe this time we can wait a little longer for the proposal.”

“Yeah well a Vegas drive thru was never exactly my dream wedding anyway,” he squeezed her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Maybe we should go somewhere without alcohol though, just to be safe.”

“Considering my head’s still throbbing, I actually think I’m good on drinking for the rest of the year,” she got on her tiptoes, giving Tom another quick kiss.

“Speaking of which, how would you like to come take a hangover nap with me, girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a lovely use of our time, boyfriend.”

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jirouing · 3 years

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★ ·.·˙··˙·.· FIND SOME TIME !

➫ pairings ;; keigo takami x gn!reader.

➫ wordcount ;; 789.

➫ synopsis ;; there came a pattern of knocks at the window. you lifted your head slightly to squint at the offense. out of curiosity, you were about to shuffle out of bed but your phone started to vibrate and halted you further.

➫ authors%notes ;; fluff, a soft hawks lol

The sun had long began to set and dressed the sky in a soft peachy color that bled through the window of your room. You twirled a pen between your fingers as your eyes glossed over the endless pages of words. They were all jumbling up in your brain and you wanted so badly to quit and nap then and there but you needed to finish.

Still the internal battle was over once you let your head bang back against your headboard, groaning as you turn over and dose yourself in the fluffiness of your pillows.

Then there came a pattern of knocks at the window. You lifted your head slightly to squint at the offense. Out of curiosity, you were about to shuffle out of bed but your phone started to vibrate and halted you further. You scooped up your phone and your narrowed eyes softened once you saw it was a string of texts from Keigo.

love giver #-> Knock knock

It's your favorite person at the window (6:41 PM)

You snorted and began to text back.

uber hottie #-> yo you know sza??? tell her to release bloodstain rn (6:42 PM)

love giver #-> Hah hah very funny, [Name]

But come outside for meeee

I have something I wanna show you ((;;;;;;;;; (6:42 PM)

It took you a bit longer to respond this time. Thinking about the work you had to finish. Just as you thought about it, another text came.

love giver #-> Please, for me? I won't keep you long I swear on your heart (6:44 PM)

uber hottie #-> ...

okay fine you big baby i'll be out in a sec (6:45 PM)

love giver #->🕺🏼💞💏 (6:45 PM)

You shut off your phone and finally made it to the window, opening it and popping your head outside to look for Keigo but to no avail.

"Hi, lovebird," the sudden sound of his voice made you jump a tiny bit and you looked up to see him slowly descending from above you. "How long were you planning that?" you questioned. The blond shrugged and planted a kiss on your forehead. "No clue. But didn't think you were actually gonna come out though."

You shrugged the same and he wrinkled his nose at the action. "I wasn't but I did because asked ever so nicely." Keigo chuckled and took your hand up in his. "There's something on the roof waiting for both of us, I think you'll really like it."

"Oh yeah?" he nodded quickly, "would I ever steer you wrong?" Just as you opened your mouth, he shushed you. "Ah- Don't answer that. Come with me." You rolled your eyes as he took you into his arms and flew up a few levels past your apartment.

He gently put you down and your mouth parted in surprise when you found the set up he concocted.

"Ta-da," he guided you closer to the picnic. "I saw you were going through it, so why not have the rest of the evening to ourselves? There's no people, no loud noises, no work. Just you, me, and this cute picnic basket." It was all decorated in different colors and he opened it for you to see. It had all of your favorite food and snacks packed inside, some of which you never would've thought he'd remember.

"I...Keigo- this is too nice for me. I'm shocked there's no other special occasion." You gawked at the dimly light candles set in far corners surrounding the blanket. He snorted and he held your hands again. "I don't need a reason to spoil my baby, now do I?" You let out a breathless laugh and you couldn't wipe the bright smile off your face.

He squeezed your palms and his eyes met yours in a love-filled gaze. "Soo...do you like it? Is it too minimalistic?" You scoffed, "don't even try me. It's perfect. Especially since it came from you." Keigo gave you an adorable grin. His hand rose to stroke his fingers alongside your cheek, one brushing the plush of your lips. You leaned into his touch before he pulled away.

"Alright! Let's eat before the food gets cold!"

This was the most relaxed you've been in awhile and you can only thank Keigo a hundred times for doing this. The work you had left was gone for the entire evening and you could only focus on the little rooftop date you had. It was all too sweet and you made sure to kiss him a hundred more times for the thought.

But you didn't know that this was one of two surprises. The second one was although much smaller in comparison, it was sure to brighten up your day when revealed.

end%notes ;; short ending short ending

you can prolly guess what the sec surprise was ((;;;;;;;;;

anyways, my school year is coming to a close in a week and i was feeling kind of down and out about what might happen next so i made this specifically for myself - and any other struggling students or people - as a kind of "you can do it!" thing to take your mind off work for a moment. but i hope whoever sees this enjoyed because technically it's my first fluff with the birdman-

ps. - this is also here to put smth here while i finish those aot requests. i should hopefully be finished and have them up by tomorrow.

ps.s - i used [name] instead of y/n and i kind of like it better. feels less wattpad-y ifykwims

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ifwallscouldtalkkkk · 3 years

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"Look, I'm not gonna kidnap you" - Michael Clifford Oneshot (COLLEGE)

Female reader × Michael Clifford

Mentions of alcohol, slightly tipsy (consensual) interactions, swearing, SMUT.

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You miss your bus home after a night partying with friends. Luckily, you meet a guy willing to give you a ride home, and his playful pinky promise to not kidnap you somehow convinces you to accept.

The smut in this story is fairly short. This was my first ever attempt at writing fanfic back in 2018, and I was a bit scared of sounding stupid

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Your shoes clacked as you ran on the cobblestones. You were so close to the bus station that you could see the bus driver flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground and leaving the embers glowing on the dark cobblestones, before taking his seat behind the wheel. You picked up your pace even more and frantically waved a hand in the air, hoping that you could cut ahead as the bus made its turn around the station back and onto the road. You cursed under your breath, mentally labeling yourself an idiot for staying at the party a couple of extra minutes to say your goodbyes to a friend who was too preoccupied with shouting random answers to the ongoing pictionary game to even hear you.

You skipped every other step on the small set of stairs to reach the platform, and when you reached the corner where the bus would turn, you started jumping up and down and waving in a feeble attempt to get the driver to stop and pick you up even though you weren't technically in the pick up zone. You could see him seeing you, it was a clear summer night and thus barely even dark! But the near empty bus didn't stop. The driver probably saw you as an entitled child who was too drunk to be on time, and maybe he was at least 25% right.

”Fucking bastard” you squeezed out through clenched teeth as you stomped around in a little circle with your head thrown back in frustration. Calling your parents to drive an hour in the middle of the night to come pick you up and let you off at your dorm was not ideal. You knew that they would do it for you, not wanting you to walk the 6 miles home. No, this was definitely not your plan, but maybe it was a bit irresponsible to plan to take the very last bus for the night. You stomped one last time and breathed out deeply.

”What the fuck are you doing, girl?”, someone called out in a humored undertone.

You swiveled around and your eyes landed on a car parked a short distance away, at the designated pick up- drop off parking area. The boy whom the voice belonged to leaned out the open window of the driver’s seat, with his arms folded and propped up on the edge of the window. His smug smirk felt hurtful in your frustrated state, but it brought you back to reality somewhat. You could admit that you probably looked like a child who didn't get a pony for christmas – and to be honest, you felt the same amount of betrayal.

”What a fucking jerk!”, the guy in the car yelled when you didn't answer. ”Where ya heading to?”

You donned a tortured expression, brushed out your skirt, picked your bag off the ground, and started walking home.

You heard the lone car start and you put a bit more speed in your step. It soon pulled up mere inches from you anyways.

”Come on, you're not seriously walking home? You obviously live a ways away since you were supposed to take the bus”, he said with the same amused tone in his voice.

”I'll be ok, and you're probably wanting to get home yourself”, you said, trying to politely reinforce the idea of him leaving you alone

”Look, I’m not gonna kidnap you, I pinky promise”, he chuckled at his own words but continued when you kept your eyes locked straight ahead. ”Girl, I’m guessing that you live on campus, and that's like a billion miles away. I’ll drop you off all gentlemanly at your doorstep and tip my imaginary top hat at you as I drive away, never to be seen again.” You stopped walking and he had to jerk his car to a stop along with you.

”The fact that you know that I live on campus is not very reassuring”, you replied.

He rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. ”That bus-” he pointed down the road that your planned ride home had disappeared along a few minutes earlier ”-goes straight to campus. I just dropped my pal off here to avoid driving him all the way to the uni, but looks like I’ll have to go there now anyways.” You looked him in the eyes. The way he spoke elicited a strange amount of trust, and although a couple of piercings and a questionable hair color for an adult could be spotted under his beanie, he didn't seem like bad news. ”Look, the door doesn't even lock properly, I wouldn't even be able to kidnap you!” he demonstrated the faulty lock on the passenger door. You had to smile at the enthusiastic way he presented it.

”You promise you won't leave serial killer notes in my mailbox?” He lit up even more at your reply.

”Promise”, he said. You swung your bag up on your shoulder and reached for the door. This was in no way the wisest thing to do in the situation, but you were already overwon by his goofy charm.

You climbed in and kept your gaze forward, feeling the boy's eyes on you, and you caught yourself subconsciously holding your breath. You caved and looked at him when it became clear he wasn't going to drive forward before you gave in.

”Seatbelt.” he said with a parental tone. ”Can't have such a pretty girl making unsafe choices!” It wasn't as funny of a comment as his facial expression suggested, but he really knew how to lighten the mood. ”Michael.” He stretched his hand out to shake yours formally. You replied with your name and a firm handshake. ”Oh girl, with that grip, no one could even dream of succeeding in kidnapping you" he said, laughing at your overly stern behavior.

”I just hate limp handshakes", you smiled, rummaging around in your bag after a snack. ”Damn it I left my granola bar at home”, you muttered under your breath.

”Oh uh, I've got a bag of peanuts somewhere…” Michael trailed off, reaching over to the glove department to rummage through his own stuff. His warm hand grazed your bare knee while reaching and you tensed up at his accidental touch.

”Dude, eyes on the road!” you exclaimed and he chuckled in response.

”I thought risk taking was a theme tonight – oh wait, here they are!” He plopped a bag of salted peanuts in your lap.

”Wait, you're not allergic, are you?” he asked. ”Some risks are not worth taking.”

”No, I love peanuts, no worries”, you poured a handful out and put a few in your mouth. After a night consisting mostly of liquor and dancing around, something to eat felt heavenly.

Michael asked you a couple of standard questions about your studies, and you gave all the standard answers.

”I kinda miss studying. Never thought I'd say that." Michael smiled. His hand dipped down into the bag in your lap to get some peanuts, getting dangerously close to between your thighs. You stumbled for a few seconds.

”Um oh, ok really?” His behavior was so unlike anyone else you knew. He was so daring and sure of himself, but he felt so warm and fuzzy in contrast. Maybe the previously ingested alcohol skewed your judgement, but you couldn't help but find this stranger utterly charming.

”Yeah… I'm on the road a lot nowadays for work", came his reply.

”Oh, what do you do? Uber driver for college girls who can't keep track of time?” You saw one corner of his mouth pulling smugly upwards at your joke.

”Uh no, I'm in the music producing business.”

”Huh, that's fun. I wasn-" you didn't finish your sentence as a deer jumped out onto the otherwise vacant road from between a few bushes on the side of the long stretch of asphalt nearing the campus grounds.

”Oh shit", you heard Michael exclaim while swerving a bit and stepping hard on the brakes. The deer stared confused at the headlights before scurrying off towards the other side of the road. ”You ok?!” the boy asked between quick breaths. Your breath was labored too, but your eyes and mind were mostly focused on the male hand that had instinctively been placed protectively on your thigh while braking. Michael unfastened his seatbelt and leaned closer when he didn't get an answer.

”Uh, yeah…” your eyes now focused on his light, green, worried eyes.

You just stared. You didn't mean to, but you didn't make an effort to look away either. He had gotten so close. His left hand was on your upper arm in a protective manner, and his face was just inches away from yours. You didn't mean to stare, and you most definitely didn't mean for your eyes to briefly flicker down to look at his lips. He noticed. He must have noticed given the way you were both so focused on each other.

”Wa-", you began, but didn't finish the sentence. To be honest, you couldn't even remember what you were about to say. Your eyes flickered down again, when your vocal cords failed you.

‘Shit!’ Your mind blasted out inside your own head, but Michael didn’t pull away, or look alarmed. If anything, his brow furrowed deeper, all the while he was trying to calm his own breath. After a couple more sharp exhales his grip on your arm tightened, and he pressed his lips to yours quickly, as if he was taking a running start. You kissed back automatically before you even registered what was happening. You tensed up and felt Michael’s grip loosen as if to retreat. 'No no no', you were not gonna lose this moment. No way. To signal that you were on board with what was happening you brought your hand up to his neck. ‘He can't stop now’, you were aching for him to continue touching you.

He got more involved in the kiss in response, and your other hand found its way up to the back of his neck too. The hand that had previously resided firmly on your arm now fell to your thigh and snaked its way to the back of your knees, pulling you closer still. Your voice had given up any sort of attempt of self control, and a short moan escaped your lips. The man reacted to your premature excitement and his right hand fumbled to find your seat belt button. In a surprisingly smooth motion for the situation being, he simultaneously pushed his own seat back from the steering wheel, and pulled you onto his lap as soon as the belt let go of you. Both your hands braced against Michael's chest, while his own hands pressed into your sides. Your fingers curled to grip his shirt, and his fingers mimicked yours by curling too, his nails digging into you. You could feel your pulse going crazy. Michael's heartbeat was probably also going off the rails, because he lifted you off of him a couple of inches so that he could grow more comfortably in his pants. He looked you deep in your eyes the entire time and let out a lengthy exhale.

“Girl, I don't even know what to do with you.”

He grabbed your ass to grind you into him. You let yourself angle your head back in reaction to your core finally being stimulated, and Michael straightened up his upper body to nibble at your neck. You helped him by moving your own hips along with the rhythm, but his hands still stayed firmly on your ass. When you couldn't take it anymore, you reached down to unclasp his belt, but your fingers fumbled more than you intended. You hadn't noticed how much you were shaking in excitement before now.

The stranger turned lover stared into your eyes patiently while you unbuttoned his jeans, but as soon as you managed to slide them down his thighs he pressed you hard against him, almost as hard as he pressed your lips together. Your underwear starting to become soaked from the thought of what was to come. Michael shifted his underwear down to meet his jeans. His hands couldn't decide where to rest, alternating between your hips, your chest, and your neck.

When focusing on your hips, his fingers on one hand slid up ever so slightly underneath the hem of your underwear, and his touch left you grinding harder into his thigh. You could tell that Michael knew how wet you were, your panties practically gliding around. His fingers found your hemline once more, and he slowly let his fingers follow the leg seam downwards. He let two fingers slip between you and the fabric to rest right outside your entrance for what felt like several minutes, but then inserted them forcefully when your whimpers became more desperate. He groaned too, from getting to feel you from the inside and knowing what pleasures it gave you. As if this didn't feel explosive enough already, his thumb joined his other fingers and circled your clit carefully.

You felt your cheeks turn red from the blood rushing fast through your body. Feeling sparks in your lower stomach already was not something you anticipated. Michael seemed to understand though, because he stilled you from assisting his fingers’ movement. He had stopped his movements too to make sure you would focus on his face. The look of his eyes as he kept them locked on yours was piercing and the icy-ness of it felt amazing on your hot cheeks. He held one hand deep inside of you, and the other on his own throbbing organ. He slowly replaced his two fingers with his cock, letting you get used to him gradually. You sank down, and the pain of stretching was miniscule compared to all the pleasure in the air. Once Michael was sure that you were comfortable with him, he elevated his hips just enough to push your limits. He finally let out a well kept-in moan. The subtle hip movements turned more and more intense until the point where you could tell you would end up with leg cramps in a few hours. The car wasn’t gigantic by any means, but you found ways to make do. With your hands behind your back, you could hold onto the steering wheel for support, with the added benefit of letting Michael’s hands roam over your torso freely.

Eyes watering, heart pumping, and legs trembling, you could feel your orgasm coming closer. Both your moans blended together into an audible mess as the electric pulses took over your body. After your release, your body relaxed heavy against the steering wheel.

A long, loud honk sounded out before you could get the chance to lift yourself off in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ The motion of lifting yourself off and plopping down in the passenger seat again wasn’t graceful, but it was at least fairly quick. You sat paralyzed holding onto your seat as a dog barked loudly at the sudden interruption of the usual peace and quiet. A lamp lit up in a house a few hundred yards away. It took a minute, but Michael finally chuckled - his hands rubbing his face. You cracked a smile too, but your stiffened posture would take a few minutes to get rid of. Michael clearly had a more easily relaxed personality than you.

The back of his head lay on the head rest, and he let it fall to one side to turn towards you. The same all-too-humored look that he had when you missed the bus was painted over his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words didn't really help in this predicament. He just pulled his pants up to waist level again and turned the car keys. You two drove in silence the few minutes left to reach campus grounds.

He crawled to a stop outside of the main dorms, and turned his head lazily again. You had quickly gathered your stuff in your hands as he pulled in, and you got out the second the car stopped.

“Well, uh… Thanks for the ride”, you said politely.

“You’re welcome”, he replied just as politely, and with a rare sincerity.

You raised your palm up in a subdued goodbye as you took a few steps backwards, and then turned around to walk away. Your shoes on the asphalt click-clacked loudly in the silent summer night. You reached for the door handle, the cool metal feeling sobering in your grip.

“HEY!” a word sliced through the silence.

You spun around on your toes quickly.

“Hey girl!” Michael continued when he knew he had your attention. He was leaning out the rolled down window again.

“I know where you live!” The grin on his face almost bursting by the seams.

A huge smile immediately spread across your face too.

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Katsuki Bakugou fidgeted with his hands as he sat on his couch. He was nervous, a foreign feeling for him. He didn't get nervous, he didn't get scared. Katsuki was confident. Confident and bold. Yet, here he was, acting like a nervous little baby.

“Kacchan...?”

Your voice called out to him from across the house. Your voice was soft and sweet, a reminder to Katsuki how nervous he should be for what he was about to ask of you. It was big, it was huge, something you both promised to never ask for.

You made your way over to him and knelt in front of the brown couch. With a concerned look on your face, you grabbed your boyfriend's rough, fidgeting hands. You had never seen Katsuki so nervous and you'd been with Katsuki for a long time. You had been there with him for every fight and stress since the beginning of UA high. You had been there for every struggle on his journey as a hero. It was you two against the world.

“Babe, what's wrong?”

“I- I want a baby.”

As if his words had burned your skin, you immediately let go of his hands and stood up. You soon began pacing the room nervously. Betrayal and hurt ran through your veins as you turned to him and threw your arms up in the air.

“You can’t just spring that on me. You never even hinted at the thought of a family.”

“I thought the feeling would pass... But every time I see a child, I realize how much I want one.”

“We can't raise a child katsuki. We wake up, go to work, come home, eat dinner. We barely even have the time to make one! Children, they require a lot of attention.”

He knew that. He knew they required care. He knew they needed attention. But he wanted one so bad. He wanted one with you. He wanted to be a father. He wanted a mini-him, someone to look up to him. Someone he could teach right and wrong.

“I know. I know they need attention, and I know we promised each other kids would never be in the books for us... But I want one, so bad.”

Your hard gaze on Katsuki softened as you took a spot on the couch next to him. You slipped your hand into his warm one and squeezed it.

“Look, I'm not ready for a baby. I'm not saying never, just not right now. Maybe in a couple of years, maybe once we're married.”

A deep frown made way to Katsuki's face. You weren't ready for children and you wouldn't ever be. You weren't a kid type of person, you hated them. You would never be happy with children, you would force your self to have them for Katsuki's sake, but you would grow to resent and hate him.

With a deep sigh, Katsuki squeezed your hand then withdrew it from your grasp. There was only one thing he could do in this predicament.

“We should break up. I received an offer to work in America and I'm gonna accept it.”

“What the fuck Katsuki? What about us? You don't even wanna try long distance?”

“As far as you're concerned, there's nothing holding me back here anymore.”

He didn't want to hurt you. He hated himself as he saw the tears dribble down his face. He felt sick and disgusted with himself, but this was the only way you'd let go of him.

With a loud clinking sound, you slammed down a shot glass you had previously downed onto the bar top. Quickly, you waved over the bartender and yelled to get their attention.

"Another one! Please and thank you!"

The barman immediately hobbles over and pours you a new glass. In all honestly, he probably should have cut you off, you were loud and obnoxious, not to mention so wobbly and unstable it was a surprise you were still sitting on the barstool. It was good publicity to have a hero of your caliber in his bar, you'd also been his best customer all night. In fact, you'd been his best customer all week.

You'd been crying over Katsuki for the last two months. During the first month, you were sad. He had started staying at Deku's place and you were sure he'd finally get fed up with his old friend and come back. You were so sure he'd change his mind about leaving. That he'd change his mind about leaving both the country and you, but he didn't. As his plans progressed, he slowly moved more things out of your once shared apartment. During the second month, all you did was cry and drink. Or drink and cry. He was leaving you, he was really leaving you tomorrow. He was at his mother's tonight, and he was heading straight for the airport in the morning.

You down the shot and you're about to flag over the bartender again but you're distracted by the back of someone's head. Dark green hair, even in your drunken state you'd know him anywhere, Izuku Midoriua was in the same bar as you.

"Deku!"

He turned at the sound of his name and smiled as he walked over to you. You both stumble as you walked closer to each other, it looked like he was as drunk as you. Izuku was usually so responsible, guess there really is a first time for everything.

"Hey! I saw on snap chat that you were here, figured you could use a drinking buddy."

His words were slightly slurred but you understood him. It was a surprise Deku was this drunk. While he liked getting a drink after work, he never, never, ever, got plastered. Although you weren't surprised, Kacchan was leaving. His childhood friend was leaving. Though they acted like enemies, they still had their friend moments, they worked in the same agency, they seen each other every day.

However, Izuku was not drunk for the reasons you thought. He was angry and upset, both at himself and Katsuki. He had been the one who introduced you to Katsuki in the first place. Deku had strong feelings for you back then – he still did. He had feelings for you, but you and Katsuki hit it off. He trusted his friend with you, but to see him so callously hurt your heart pained him.

He put you both together, but here you were crying your heart out, the same way he did when you and Katsuki first got together.

Izuku is about to take a seat and buy you a drink when the bartender turns him away.

"You're both drunk off your asses and I'm not properly equipped to deal with a bar fight with a prohero like him in it."

Girl heroes were often underestimated. You surely weren't coming back to this bar or paying your tab.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact he's been thinking of you for years. Maybe it was the wanting feelings he had stored up since the day he brought you to Katsuki. Izuku grabbed your hand and gently tugged you towards him a huge smile on his face.

"You want me to call you an Uber? Or take you somewhere else?"

He offered you an Uber. Even drunk, Izuku was still a hero who cared about civilian safety.

"How about we go back to your place?"

It was an innocent question to a friend, but it was a bad idea. You were both drunk, and things were bound to happen. You were both tipsy and weren't thinking straight. Yet you both entertain the thought and walked out together, hand in hand, like a drunk couple.

Katsuki didn't cross your mind as Izuku took off your clothes. Katsuki didn't cross your mind one bit as you let Izuku fuck you. All that you thought about was the way Izuku grabbed, held, and pounded into you. Katsuki certainly didn't cross your mind the next morning either when you woke up with a naked fucked mess next to Izuku.

Despite the hangover, one thing was for sure. Izuku could fuck.

"So we..."

"Yeah..."

You both had blushes among your cheeks. It wasn't every day you woke up naked with you coworker and friend.

"Do... Do you regret it? I'm sorry, I'm not much of a hero am I? I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, I should've never gotten drunk."

"No, you're a great hero Izuku! It's not like I said no... I didn't push you away, we both wanted that."

You grabbed Izuku’s hand and intertwined your fingers.

"I'm undecided on if I regret it, but I definitely did enjoy it... I hope you did too..."

"I did... Maybe we can in sick to the agency, we could spend the day together. You know, to decide if last night was worth regretting?"

"I'd very much like that."

You looked up at Izuku and smiled at him. It felt good and domestic. You in his bed with a shining smile. It felt like you were his. Like he never lost you to Katsuki. He was determined not to lose you to anybody again.

Katsuki Bakugo maneuvered around people as he looked for you. It had been five years since he last saw you. Five years since he broke your heart and ran away to America. He was back now, and you were the first person he wanted to see. He didn't just want to see you, he needed to see you.

He had hurt himself as much as he hurt you that day. He thought it would be better to break up, but five years in America taught him that he would never find another person like you. He would never find another woman that could measure up to you. You were so perfect, and in return, he was so shitty.

All for what? Because he wanted a family and he didn't think you'd be happy giving him one? It didn't matter now. He didn't need a family. He didn't need kids. He just needed you. He didn't have to have kids if it meant he couldn't have you.

Seeing as he doesn't have an apartment, Katsuki had been staying with Eijirou since he got back. They had immediately fallen back into a bromance as if they hadn't been apart for five years. That was how Katsuki got to where he was now, discreetly standing in your home. Eijirou had told him about how you were having a house warming party, despite their friendship, Eijirou couldn't tell Katsuki about the truths and secrets he wasn't privy to in America. All Eijirou could do was stare in sympathy as Katsuki got ecstatic at the idea of seeing you again.

Katsuki had been there for about fifteen minutes and he still hadn’t found you. With every person he passed, he got annoyed. Most of them were people he knew, Denki Kaminari, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka. People he used to work with, people he went to school with. They all gave him weird, sympathetic looks as they said hi and stopped him to catch up. It was as if they were all apart of some big elaborate secret. Although, he supposed five years apart will do that.

Katsuki excused himself from a conversation with Denki, who practically begged him to go out for drinks with him sometime. Apparently, he had developed an American accent and Japanese chicks dig that, Denki hadn't changed much. With one swift turn, Katsuki stumbled into a little kid.

“I-I'm sorry, sir. I was looking for my dad he said he was going to the bathroom and he'd be right back but there are so many people and me- I- I-”

Katsuki could tell the kid was on the verge of a panic attack so he crouched down to the kid's height to speak to him. He had green hair and freckles, for a second Katsuki was taken back to that wanting need for children. He wanted one so bad, but he was prepared to give it up for you.

“Don't worry about it kid, how about I help you find him?”

Katsuki took the kid's hand. While he didn't want to deviate from his search for you, he couldn't leave this little kid on his own. Although most of the people here were heroes, he couldn't be too safe.

Katsuki had thoroughly searched the downstairs of the house already on his endeavor for you and he hadn't seen a bathroom. He had no choice but to look upstairs, maybe he could find you and the kid's father. Two birds with one stone.

While holding the kid's hand, Katsuki guided him upstairs. He made sure not to pull or yank the kid, he had to go his pace.

Katsuki couldn't help but look at your house. It was nice and pristine. He felt remorseful for breaking up with you. If he hadn't you two would just be at home, chilling together in the old apartment you used to share.

Katsuki reached the upstairs floor and made his way to the nearest door. He knew it was rude to open random doors and pillage throughout your house but he hadn't a clue which room was the bathroom.

Katsuki turned the nob and pushed the door open. It wasn't the bathroom, however, Katsuki wished he hadn't come in.

This room appeared to be your bedroom. You were inside leaning against your dresser and in front of you was a man. Not just any man, but Katsuki's old childhood friend, Izuku Midoriya. He had his hands on your hips and his face was in your neck, leaving little kisses and whispers into your ear. Worst of all, you were laughing and smiling as he let his damn hands wander over you.

"Dad!"

The little kid rushes over to you and Izuku with relief laced in his voice. Izuku breaks away from you and crouches down to the kid's level. The kid immediately grabs onto Izuku as if his life is hanging in the balance. You crouch down to and rub the child's back soothingly. The way Katsuki remembered you rubbing his back when he was sick and puking his guts up.

"What's wrong buddy? Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"I- I couldn't find you and there were a bunch of people! This house is so big, I wanna go back to grandma Inko's."

The child buried his face in Izuku's chest and you were both so enamored with him. Worry and concern dripped from your voices. Katsuki didn't know how he didn't notice earlier. This child was obviously Izuku's kid, but he just couldn't believe that he was yours. He couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it.

"Bud, we were only staying with Grandma while we finished moving, you'll get used to the big house, I promise."

"Once all the guests leave you'll feel right at home. Besides... You know me and daddy will always protect you, right?"

With his sniffling and tears now coming to a stop, the kid rubs his face and nods at you.

"I know."

It was then that you looked up and saw Katsuki. He hadn't aged much these five years. He wore the saddest face as he watched you and Izuku interact with your child. His heart was breaking and yours broke with it. Of course, it did. He was your first love. He was what led up to the events of your pregnancy.

"Katsuki?"

Izuku's head craned up at the mention of his old friend's name and he frowned. Truthfully, he felt bad for Katsuki. He had what Katsuki wanted, a family. Not just any family, but one with you.

"Hey bud, let's find you some food while mommy talks with her friend."

Izuku picked his son up and carried him out of the room to give you two privacy. He knew how loud Katsuki could get when he was upset, and he did not want his innocent son to experience that. While Izuku didn't want to leave you alone with your ex-boyfriend, he knew you and Katsuki needed to talk. You were each other's first love. There was deep history there, along with deep hurt.

"What are you doing here? It's been five years."

"I missed home... I missed you."

"You broke my heart five years ago. You hurt me, you left me."

The feelings you had for Katsuki were gone, but you still had the urge to cry. He was your everything, you would've married him, but he broke your heart and ran away to America. If it wasn't for Izuku, you would be a drunken hero. If Izuku hadn't been at that bar that night, if you hadn't slept together, if you hadn't gotten pregnant, you would've continued down your path of destructive behavior.

"You broke my heart, you broke me. You don't get the right to come back five years later acting like everything is fine."

"I know that! I know I hurt you, I know I broke you. I can fix it, let me fix it. Leaving you was such a mistake. I never should've done it.

Tears were brimming your eyes as you twisted the gold wedding band around your finger. Katsuki hadn't noticed the band before. He had no choice now but to believe the kid really is yours. Yours and Izuku's.

"You can't fix what's already been mended."

"You married him."

You smiled over at your former lover as you talked about your new one. Katsuki was seething on the inside. Once again, Katsuki had lost to Deku. He was the world's greatest hero, and now he had you.

"I did... One drunken night after you left led to a pregnancy. [Son's Name] wasn't even intentional, he was an accident but Izuku stuck by me. He stayed by my side, he's made me feel loved and safe."

He would beg you. Beg, and beg for you to be with him. Fuck, he wouldn't even care if he had to be a stepfather and share your kid with Deku. He would do it because he wanted a kid, a kid with you. But he couldn't. It was too late. You and Izuku were married, you had a family now. Maybe, had Katsuki stuck around and waited for you to be ready, maybe you'd be a family with him, but he didn't wait. He left. He broke you and left.

With deep regret, Katsuki smiles at you and pulls you into a big hug. He missed the way it felt. The way your body felt against his. He knew he'd never feel it again after this, so he pulled tight and did what he never did. He apologized.

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

Katsuki pulled away from you and walked to the door.

"The kids cute, I'm happy for you."

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