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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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What if Regulus never died and as an only heir to the Black family, his parents wanted to force him into a marriage with a pureblood? Something had to go wrong since he was in love with somebody else...

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Regulus Black x reader, Sirius Black x reader just to make Reggie jealous

Words count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of non-pureblood discrimination, a few curse words, not proofread

Also I wrote like half of this a week ago and the other half today lol

Y/n/n - your nickname

Y/f/b - your favorite breakfast

Y/f/c - your favorite colour

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The Blood in Our Veins

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The day Y/n Y/l/n found out the boy she loved was going to get married to somebody else felt like the saddest day of her life. She felt as if she hadn't knew sadness before. The feeling held Y/n by the throat, messed with her brain, it was an almost visible dark aura surrounding her ever since she heard Regulus Black is marrying another girl.

Was it an arranged marriage? Most likely. Y/n could have expected that. She would have broken up with Regulus a long time ago only if he didn't promise to never let his parents arrange a marriage for him. Why did she believe him? Of course they were both two carefree teenagers back then, who didn't know anything about the struggles of adult life and of course they had no idea what would their future look like.

Y/n was disappointed in Regulus, but she was furious with herself. She despised herself for letting Regulus get close to her, for falling for a boy like him. They were from two different worlds, they were nothing alike and Y/n was aware that purebloods like him marry other purebloods. No matter what, eventually they always end up in an arranged marriage, most likely with some cousin since there was not many families to choose from and all purebloods were related by now.

How could she be so stupid? She should have known better. There were other boys, everything would have been so much easier now if back in school Y/n never spoke to Regulus. He seemed to be so lonely, so Y/n decided to talk to him, they quickly became friends, which was quite surprising to most people, but what shocked people more was the day when they seen Y/n and Regulus holding hands. The couple never kissed when they were surrounded by other students, but they made it obvious they're dating.

"C'mon, Y/n/n, you can't spend the rest of your life in bed," Sirius walked into the room Y/n was asleep in, trying to wake her up, "at least step a feet outside of that room."

Sirius talked loudly, but it didn't help him in any way. He couldn't tell if Y/n is still sleeping or not, because her face was buried in a huge pillow. The man decided to open the curtains to let some light inside the room.

Sunrays crawled on the floor, the bed and on Y/n's skin. At the moment it wasn't very pleasant, Y/n preferred to stay cold. She let out a sound of annoyance and pulled her duvet over her whole body. It would get hot in a few minutes, but at that time it was cool.

A sigh left Sirius' mouth. He stood there for a few seconds with his hands on his hips, looking at Y/n and having one idea in mind.

"Y/n, I'm being serious right now, I don't wanna see you rotting in bed because of my brother," he grabbed the end of the duvet and threw it off of Y/n.

"Leave me alo-"

Y/n wasn't even able to finish her sentence before Sirius grabbed her by the ankles and pulled to the floor.

"What the hell, mate?!" Her voice was raspy and annoyed when she yelled.

Now that neither pillows nor darkness couldn't stop Sirius from taking a look at his friend's face, he could tell she looked like a different person. Just a week ago she was glowing, now her face was emotionless and puffy from all the tears she had cried in the past few days. It was as well obvious that she haven't washed her hair in quite some time, not that she cared to do it. But Sirius had a plan. And for that plan he needed to clean Y/n up.

"We're going on an adventure today!" Sirius announced, clearly unbothered by Y/n's angry tone of voice. After 7 years at Hogwarts (and, not to mention, 16 years in his old home) he was used to people shouting at him.

"What adventure?" Y/n asked, clearly awake after being pulled off the bed. "I don't feel like going on any adventure."

"Too bad, because it's not your choice."

Sirius grabbed Y/n and hung her over his shoulder. She didn't even try to stop him, she couldn't care less as long as she's being carried.

The first stop was the kitchen. James, Remus and Peter were there. They ate breakfast a long while before, it wasn't the earliest hour, but they just liked to hang out in the kitchen. Their conversation stopped the moment they saw Y/n.

"Rise and shine!" James laughed, "We thought you put down roots!"

"Like a mandrake!" Peter added.

Y/n didn't pay attention to the boys' laughter. She sat down by the table.

Sirius put a plate with y/f/b in front of the girl and spoke, "Well, the scream she let out when I pulled her off the bed was very mandrake-y."

The second stop was the bathroom. When Y/n finished eating, Sirius helped her clean up. The girl protested at the moment when she was supposed to brush her teeth, so Sirius had to do it himself.

"Great, can I go back to bed now? What this your adventure?" Y/n asked.

"No, no, no, you're not going back to bed," Sirius walked out of the room just to come back with a dress for Y/n.

"Do I have to wear it?" Y/n tried not to sound mean. The dress did look expensive. She liked it, but she wasn't in the right mindset to wear such thing.

"Yeah, I chose y/f/c one because I knew it's your favorite colour so you have to wear it... or I'll die," he theatrically grabbed his chest.

Finally, a smirk appeared on Y/n's face. "Fine," she pushed Sirius out of the bathroom and began changing from pajamas to the dress.

After Y/n walked out of the bathroom, Sirius gave her a pair of high heels that matched the colour of the dress and some gold jewelry.

"Wait for me with the boys, I'm gonna get changed too." Sirius said, not giving Y/n a moment to protest.

As Y/n walked back to the kitchen, where the three Marauders still were, she looked at the clock. It was, in fact, 2pm.

"Oh-" Peter squeaked when he saw Y/n.

"Who are you and what have you done to the Y/n that was here an hour ago?" Remus asked playfully. "You look like an entirely different person."

"That's a lot of words for calling her hot." James chimed in.

"Thank you, boys, thank you," Y/n a smiled as she sat by the table. She looked and felt like a different person. Maybe it was a good idea to get out of bed.

"Sirius said he has to change," Y/n continued, "but he hasn't told me where we're going. What do I have to be ready for?"

The boys started giving looks to each other, each Marauder suppressing a smile. They knew, they knew very well what was the plan, but weren't sure if it's okay to tell Y/n yet.

"We have no idea." James lied.

"Yeah, we weren't informed." Remus confirmed his friend's words.

Peter kept his mouth shut, because he knew he isn't able to keep the secret. He felt Y/n's eyes on him, they were burning him, pressuring to say something.

"Well, Sirius-"

Thankfully, Peter wasn't able to finish the sentence. He was interrupted by Sirius walking into the room.

"-is right here!" Sirius exclaimed, posing to show off his fancy suit.

Black nail polish contrasted with his golden rings in a tasteful way. In his left ear Sirius had a small, golden earring to match the rings as well.

"So, what are they trying to hide?" Y/n inquired, gesturing to James, Remus and Peter.

A mischievous smile grew on Sirius' face. "I think the later you find out, the better for you."

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Sirius surprised Y/n in the worst way possible, or that was her first thought. When they found themselves at Grimmauld Place, Sirius finally told Y/n the reason why they are here.

"If you told me before that it's Regulus' engagement party, I wouldn't have come!" Y/n yelled angrily, lightly hitting her friend's arm.

"Exactly," Sirius grabbed Y/n's wrist and tried to drag her towards his old family house.

"Let me go, Sirius! This is not funny! I've got more important things to do than attending a posh party with a bunch of people who want people like me dead!"

"Like rotting in bed?"

"Anything's better than this," the girl violently gestured to the house.

"Y/n," Sirius stopped, his voice much more serious now, "you're here with me, so you're safe. I somehow was invited and chose you as my 'date'. Let's just go there and have fun, you'll get a chance to show Regulus what he lost."

"So we're gonna pretend we're dating?"

"Yes, it's gonna be a lot of fun, I promise."

At the door they were greeted by Walburga. Her usual cold stare eyed Y/n up and down, not focusing on Sirius.

There were many people at the party and probably neither of them knew who Y/n was, but they were all looking at her and Sirius walking by. She wasn't a pureblood, it was obvious.

Why? Well, firstly because they would recognize her, there weren't many pureblood families. Secondly because she was walking side by side with Sirius and everyone knew his beliefs, of course he would date someone of the 'worse kind'.

Sirius brought two glasses of champagne for himself and his date. Y/n was just hanging at his side as he chatted with other people, she didn't feel very comfortable, but tried to fake it.

If it wasn't for Sirius' natural skill to keep a conversation going, nobody would wanna talk to him. A disowned Black. People weren't interested in chatting with someone like him.

"Do you know where my brother is?" Sirius asked a woman he was talking to. "I thought it's his party and I still haven't seen him."

"I saw him an hour ago," the woman replied, "he's probably entertaining other guests."

The truth was, Regulus was trying to avoid his brother. He caught a glimpse of Sirius and Y/n when they arrived and he didn't want to face them, he didn't want to face Y/n. Regulus still felt guilty. It wasn't his choice to marry someone else, but he broke up with Y/n in a cold, heartless way. He wasn't good with breakups, he hadn't had one before.

"Right, sure. And where might be the lucky girl he's getting married to?"

"Miss Rosier is right there," the woman looked in the direction of a grand piano in the salon.

She stood there. Valerie Rosier, a younger sister of Evan, who was Regulus' friend. She looked gorgeous, she had always been, but this night she looked particularly elegant.

Y/n tried to carry on through the party without focusing on what kind of party it was. Now that she knew who Regulus is marrying, she wanted to cry, but she had to play pretend with Sirius.

Y/n didn't know Regulus was watching them the whole time. He watched as Sirius held Y/n's waist, kissed her neck, danced with her. He was doing with her all the things Regulus should do.

The more alcohol Y/n drank, the less she could control herself. The further from sober she was, the more she thought about why she's here, whose party it is and it made her want to cry.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," she whispered to Sirius, "I'll be back in a moment."

"Sure. Do you know where the bathroom is?"

Y/n facepalmed herself internally. Of course she didn't know, how would she? "No, where is it?"

"Go upstairs and through the second door on the left."

Y/n walked up the stairs, holding the banister tightly to make sure she won't fall. It was a challange in high heels, so she took them off, maybe it wasn't very elegant, but she didn't care. She was Sirius' 'girlfriend' after all, this was a thing Sirius' girlfriend would do.

Which door was it? On the left? On the right? First, second? Y/n completely forgot.

She opened the closest door. It wasn't the bathroom, clearly. It was a bedroom. The decorations suggested Y/n ended up in Regulus' room.

It wasn't very nice to go through your ex's (or anybody's) stuff, but Y/n wasn't sober, so she decided to do it.

Walking up to the desk, she noticed a picture in a frame. She picked it up. It wasn't a picture she would expected to find in an engaged man's room.

In the picture there were two people - Regulus and Y/n. They sat by a lake, unaware of someone photographing them. As every magical picture, it was moving. The moment freezed in the photo was showing one of their not many acts of public display of affection - Regulus taking Y/n's face in his hand and placing a kiss on her forehead.

It was that one day Pandora, a friend of theirs, was playing around with a camera. Y/n didn't know Regulus would keep this picture, he didn't like it at first because it was so...candid.

A tear dropped from Y/n's eye onto the picture. She missed these times, she wished to turn back in time and live this moment once again. Everything was much simpler.

"Ah, I should have kept the sign on the door."

Y/n flinched when she heard a voice. The voice that she once loved. The voice of a man that once loved her.

With glossy eyes Y/n looked at Regulus, her heartbeat sped up. He caught her in his room, going through his things. A clear picture of a crazy ex girlfriend. How embarrassing.

He changed since the last time Y/n saw him. His once medium-length hair that framed his handsome face were now cut shorter. He still looked good, but less like the Regulus Y/n remembered, her Regulus.

This was the first time Y/n saw him in a suit. It fitted him just perfectly. The girl wished she could compliment how good he looks, but it wasn't the right moment.

"There used to be a sign to not enter without my permission," he continued casually, "I took it off, because it was so childish," he chuckled.

Y/n didn't know why would he laugh. The situation wasn't funny.

"I just-" she set down the picture, thinking of a good explanation. I got lost? Well, that was the truth, but he wouldn't believe it anyway.

"You never got to see my room when we were dating, so you came here now that I'm engaged to somebody else." Regulus seemed amused by the situation.

"Why do you keep this photo?"

The boy's eyes moved to look at it. Now he lost his confidence. There wasn't a good explanation. The reason was, he still loved Y/n. He never loved Valerie.

Y/n noticed a sudden shift in Regulus' mood. With a much sadder face, he walked up to the desk. He stood next to Y/n, inches away. He wanted to grab the photo, but his hand stopped, resting on the surface of the desk, right in front of the photo.

"It keeps me sane," he confessed finally, "reminds me of better times when I could love who I wanted to love, when my love life wasn't everyone's main interest. When I was truly happy for the first time in my life."

It was the truth. Regulus hadn't known happiness before. All the strict rules him and Sirius had to follow weren't the key to being happy. Hogwarts was the only place where they parents couldn't see them, so they were a bit more free back there. Now, Sirius was completely free to make his own decisions, while his brother was stuck in cage again.

The times where Regulus and Y/n were dating seemed so far away, yet still could wake so many emotions in the both of them.

"It were the best moments of my life," the more vulnerable Regulus felt, the more confident his confessions were getting. "I'm sorry for what I did, it wasn't my choice. I didn't want to contact you, because I knew I wouldn't be able to resist you."

"Resist?" The girl snickered, "am I a fucking mermaid now?"

"You know what I mean."

"No, Regulus, I have actually no idea what you mean. Do you know how depressed I was? A boy I loved got engaged to somebody else and I found out about it through the Daily Prophet because he cut off any contact with me. Really lovely!"

Y/n turned to the door. She wanted to go, but Regulus stopped her, grabbing her arm.

"Y/n, I couldn't tell you about it in person, because I love you."

Y/n's eyes widened. Was this true? Should she say she still loves him as well? She never stopped and now that they stood there, face to face, it was stronger than before.

"I..." She spoke. "I don't think that's okay, Reg."

"I can't believe you're with my brother now."

Y/n looked down. "Well, I've moved on."

By this one gesture Regulus knew she's lying. She couldn't look into his eyes when she lied. It was obvious.

"You're lying, Y/n. You don't love him, you're not even with him, I knew that. It's fake."

"How did you know?" her gaze shifted back to Regulus.

"Because when you lied, you were never able to look at me. But that's okay-"

"No, Regulus, it's not! How do you imagine this? You marry Valerie and I'll be your mistress? Will you buy me a house in France and visit me once a week? You already made your choice, Regulus."

"It wasn't my choice!"

Thankfully the music and the chatter were so loud downstairs, so that nobody could hear that.

"It was my parents' choice!"

"And you chose not to stand up to them."

Regulus paused. "We can run away. And not to France. Somewhere further, to America, where my parents won't find us."

This was exactly why Regulus didn't want to tell Y/n about his arranged marriage in person. He sees her and immediately loses his mind. That boy was still deeply in love.

"And what about Valerie?" Valerie was innocent in all this, so something made Y/n worry about her.

"She deserves to be happy too, she doesn't love me. She was sceptic about this marriage too."

Y/n fell silent. What was she supposed to say? She was supposed to be angry with Regulus, but she wasn't. She couldn't be. Poor boy was forced into this, it really wasn't his choice. It were cruel rules of unwritten pureblood laws.

"Please, say yes." Regulus continued, when Y/n didn't say anything. "Say that we'll run away and be happy like we used to be."

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that. You broke my heart, Reg."

"Give me a chance to fix it, Y/n/n."

Without any more words, Regulus kissed Y/n. It was unexpected, so it took Y/n a longer second to understand what's happening.

She enjoyed it, she really did, but it was wrong. Her pride didn't let her accept him back just like that. He did too much damage to pretend like nothing happened, like it's alright.

Finally, Y/n pushed Regulus away. She looked at him, her eyes tearing up. With one quick movement, she slapped his face. As Regulus stood there astonished, Y/n ran out of his room.

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saintsir4n · 5 months

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8. TRICKY

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH

CARSON cried when she was mad, at any inconvenience really. She couldn't help it. Ever since her car was finished, she'd been overthinking. She lost track of her thoughts, they were everything except coherent.

Something was wrong.

To make matters worse she hadn't worn pink to race wars — correction, she wore it but only as an accessory. Her body was covered with a black juicy jogging suit that she kept hidden in the back of her closet for times like this when she was sad, confused or upset.

When she pulled up to the race wars that was the first thing the Team noticed, Summer wasn't smiling, she looked serious, tired. Vince immediately thought it had to do with the blonde who attempted to talk to her but she waved him off.

Keelie wasn't there, so Letty and Mia were her designated emotional shoulders to lean on but she wasn't focused on that.

She needed to be focused on winning.

"You were right," she exclaimed, approaching Dom.

He blinked slowly, shocked, "Yeah. About what?"

"Focus."

"Is that right?" Dom faced her, eyeing her appearance and lack of a smile. She's not alright. When they all arrived he knew what she wanted but hoped it was nerves, but it didn't seem like that, she wasn't acting like herself. "Where's the pink?" He gestured to her jogging suit, completely disregarding her rose bandana and shades, finally asking the question no one else did, "What's going on with you?"

"I'm focused, ain't that what you wanted?" Dom heard the irked edge of her voice. "I'm gonna go find Jesse."

Dom stepped forward, brows furrowed, "Summer! Carson! I'm not done talkin’!"

Carson swerved through the crowd, it's like she has tunnel vision. Good! The voice in her head screamed. It was almost as loud as the roaring engines.

"Yo, Summer, you alright?" Leon halted her in her stride.

Vince was right beside him, both on their way to return to Dom after checking on the scene.

Carson hummed, anxious to go, "Great."

"Was it Buster?" Vince angrily pressed, "Is he why you're all doom and gloom Barbie today?"

"Where's Jesse?" She asked, ignoring his questions.

Leon nodded to the right, "He went that way."

Vince knocked him upside the head, annoyed that Carson was behaving so oddly.

"Somethings up with her," He grumbled, watching her pace away.

"Maybe it's nerves," Leon suggested, rubbing his head.

Vince scoffed, "You know it ain't nerves," he shook his head, "Come on man."

The pair took off, missing how Brian was now trailing behind his girl.

"Baby, Sonny, slow down. What's the matter?" He tugged on her arm before she shrugged him off.

He was caught off guard by the annoyance taking over her face. She was never like this, even when he pissed her off, so what's changed?

"I'm focused on the race, what's everyone's deal?" She threw up her arms, tired of the questions.

"You're not wearing pink. You ain't smilin', you're not yourself. Talk to me."

Carson walked off before he could stop her.

"Sonny, wait up!" He called after her, but he was intercepted by Letty, "Letty, tell me what to do 'cause I'm dyin' here man."

The Ortiz racer made a face, "Summer gets in a mood when she's kinda depressed, happens randomly, only seen her like that a couple of times but it doesn't last long."

Brian combed his hands through his hair, "I wanna help her."

"Let her cool off man," Letty frowned, then saw Mia pulling up at the starting line in her car, "I gotta go."

Brian sighed, "Good Luck with your race."

Letty nodded in acknowledgement and jogged off.

Brian wasn't going to give up, he saw Carson talking to Jesse, who had something in his hands and looked like he was on a mission.

"Jesse, are you out of your mind?!" She yelled.

"Maybe, but let me do this, it's somethin' I gotta do."

"For who?" She didn't understand him, "Are you on somethin'? You high? Tell me you're buggin', 'cause that's the only explanation."

She wanted to rip the pink slip off his hand.

Her ranting was cut short when Brian came up behind her joining them in their fast walk.

"Hey, Bri, what's up?" Jess dapped him up.

"Hey, what's up, Jesse?" Brian tried to reach for Carson again but she came to stand in front of Jesse.

"Stop this shit," she snapped, startling the guys, "it's crazy."

Brian stared at her, "What's crazy?" He then motioned to the paper Jesse held, "Hey, what's in your hand?"

"Throwin' down the pink slip, just like you, Bri," he answered, ignoring Carson's scowl.

"The pink slip to what?" Brian asked. "The Jetta?"

"Yeah."

And just like that he was rushing away with the couple on his trail.

Brian's face scrunched up, "You can't bet your dad's car."

"That's what I've been tellin' him," Carson stressed.

"You're using your dad's car," Jesse pointed out as they got closer to the race track.

She scoffed, "That's different."

"It's all right. I ain't losin'." Jesse said, cockily. "This fool is runnin' a Honda 2000. I'll win. That way me and my dad can roll together when he gets out of prison," they weren't sure if he believed what he was saying or not, "It's all good."

"They're gonna throw him right back in prison after he kills you." Brian argued, trying to talk him down from the bridge he was metaphorically going to throw himself off of, "Now leave this alone."

Jesse's attention was elsewhere when he saw the Jetta being pulled up.

"Oh, shit. I'm up." Jesse fan off.

Brian looked at her, "Sonny —" he tried but was cut off.

"He's racing Tran," Carson immediately recognised the car next to Jesse's. "He's in trouble. Fuck."

Brian groaned, "So he's racin' your ex?"

That had Carson glaring at him, shoving his chest, which made him stumble back and realise how far he was jarring her.

"My ex? What do you mean, my ex?"She looked him up and down, letting a bitter laugh escape, "Wanna be my ex Brian?" He silently gulped at the threat. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Sonny, I'm sorry."

She ignored him, coming up to where Leon stood trying to give Jesse a pep talk back it wasn't going in, he wasn't focused.

Johnny Tran's window rolled down, revealing his menacing grin which grew when he saw the jealousy flickering through Brian's eyes after he winked at Carson.

Brian then tried talking Jesse out of it, mentioning the stakes at play but it didn't take.

Carson had to pull Brain out of the way to join Leon and the rest of the crowd.

"This ain't good," she uttered, watching them take off.

"Your race is comin' up Summer," Leon pointed out, exchanging a glance with Brian.

"I know." And I don't need to be worrying about Jesse whilst it's happening. He was in the lead for a while, but in the last second, Johnny caught up, passing him and winning all together. "Fuck," they chorused. And to make matters worse, Jesse didn't stop, he just kept driving. "Where's he going?"

"I'm tellin' Dom, good luck," Leon forced a smile before running off, leaving her to get into the car that Letty got out of.

The Ortiz woman missed the worry in her eyes thanks to the shades.

"She's a sweet ride," she greeted, in a happy mood since winning her race. "You know what to do."

Carson nodded, "I do," hopping into her car, letting out a sharp inhale and kissing the cross on her chain.

Letty joined Brian on the side, but at the last second, he broke from the crowd, ducking his head down to talk to her through the window.

"Baby, wait," he rushed out, "listen I'm sorry about before. I know I was out of order, but this is your time," he peeked as the other car pulled up beside her. Carson's eyes tore away from the ornament on the dashboard and stared up at him without any trace of anger or irritation. His heart was beating so fast, but not as fast as hers. "You're amazin' alright? Block out everythin' and win." Carson nodded, surprisingly listening to him. "Fuck it."

He cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. The crowd cheered behind them. As their lips moulded and trailed over each other, no lust was involved. It was much more than that, it confused and comforted her in her time of disarray.

"What was that for?" she pulled back, flustered and blinking rapidly.

Guilt floated in his eyes before he smiled and answered, "It felt right," he swallowed the feeling crawling up his throat, "Good luck," he said as Letty pulled him away.

And just like that the race began.

Carson won, but Jesse was nowhere to be found. A fight broke out between Dom and Johnny all because of a raid on the latter's house.

The sun faded an hour ago and people still raced in the darkness, cheering and raving like nothing was wrong. Because to them nothing was.

Brian was searching for Carson, he wanted to be near her and celebrate her win, but she was being off with him, she was suspicious of him and he couldn't blame her. He was messing up, he was snappy, possessive, and jealous, especially when Johnny Tran insinuated he could easily sleep with her. Brian lost his mind and swung at him, Dom had to hold him back.

He needed Carson, to hold, to kiss and to apologize for the umpteenth time.

He weaved through the trailers, hoping to find her since she wasn't picking up her phone. He entered the one she and Letty chilled out in before but she wasn't there.

"Sonny!" He yelled but there was no answer.

Suddenly he heard her voice from afar, he peeked through the window to see her and Mia yelling at Dom.

Tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded, "Not now Dom, Jesse isn't back."

Letty and Leon leaned against Vince's car. All three of them didn't know what to do, so they kept silent.

"You can't go, we're askin' you not to go," Mia begged her brother.

Carson was exhausted. Mia was struggling to keep it together. They both were aware of the truck heists, the team made sure to keep them out of it. They were dangerous and stupid but they made money.

And they did what they had to survive.

"I'm doin' this for us." Dom insisted, desperate eyes darting between them. "For all of us."

Carson scoffed and Mia spat out, "No, don't give us that shit. You're doing this for you."

"It's not right, do whatever you need to do at a different time." Carson went on. She was mad and couldn't stop the stray tear from kissing her cheek, "It's not right, you know it ain't." Jesse's missing! "Dom, please, just wait on him, he'll be back."

Dom couldn't look at them anymore and motioned for the rest of the team to go, making Carson and Mia march off.

"Shit," Carson was shaking, "Mia, call Keke, take my dodger and get home," Mia was shocked she was letting her drive her car, she's lost it, the younger woman deduced as she caught the keys. "I'll wait for Jesse to come back."

Carson angrily wiped a tear and walked off.

"Sonny!" Brian's voice made her jump slightly. "What's going on?"

"What?" Carson asked, innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I don't, Brian."

"Oh, so what, you always have tears in your eyes when Dom drives away?" Brian asked, frustrated, he hated seeing her this way.

"What is the matter with you?" Carson wasn't getting annoyed with all his questions and it made her realise how often he questioned her.

"Come on," he tugged on her arm. "What's Dom racin' off in the middle of the night for?!" She shrugged out his grasp, "I'm talkin' about the trucks. You know about the trucks?!"

"No, Brian!" Carson yelled, tired of his attitude. She got whiplash with this guy. "What trucks?! Jesus Christ," She went to move but he stopped her again. "What is it, what's your problem? Do you want to piss me off?"

"Listen to me." Brian insisted but she wouldn't have it.

"No! One second you're obsessed, all over me, tellin' you're dreaming about me, about a future for us," she hastily gestured between them, "and the next you're a different person. Moody, snappy and questionin' everythin' I do. It's confusing me. It's messing with my head. I hate it."

His eyes stung with tears, "Sonny —"

"No, what is it? What is happenin' with you? Tell me, I'm exhausted with this back and forth," she stressed, ripping off her bandana, it was making her hot, everything was. "Do you even like me — no. I won't ask that. I'm not that typa girl. What is wrong with you?!

"I'm a cop," Brian blurted out and it went straight over her head.

"What are you talkin' about? You can't be. Tell the truth," she would never beg a man for anything, but she was desperate to know what had changed or what had been in front of her this entire time. "Tell me."

"Ever since the first time I met you, I've been undercover," Brian explained, knowing it was breaking him, not as much as it was hurting her. Carson's mouth opened and shut, emotions flooded her eyes and clung to the tears already falling, "I'm sorry baby."

She shook her head. Denial was the first stage, she forgot the rest, Anger was next or was it fear? Scratch that, all she could feel was pain. Pure raw pain.

It attacked her nerves and made her shake.

She could see it in his glossy eyes, the truth, finally receiving the truth but why did it hurt so much?

He tried to reach for her, but she was quick to back away.

Carson's voice cracked and it was all his fault.

"You're a what?"

He winced, answering again, "I'm a cop."

And finally, the rose-tinted glasses were off.

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a/n:

not my girl actually wearing rose-tinted glasses. this whole time she was in denial, call it delusional for wanting to live in make-believe, but she was willing to do that to have her fairytale ending. but now, everything is out on the table. brian's a police officer and has been lying to her since the very beginning.

carson won't take it well, how could she? all the warnings from vince, the scepticism from keelie... they were right and she was sleeping with the enemy. now jesse's missing and the team are off another heist.

all that angst is settling in. carson throughout the chapter had been trying to disengage with a lot of things but it was impossible, danger was all around and even though she won her race and won big, nothing is okay. and after this, nothing will be the same.

see you guys next week!

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #brian o’conner x carson baker #carsonbaker #brian and sonny #sonnybaker #brianoconnerfanfic #brian o’conner x black!reader #brian o’conner x reader #brian o’conner #fastandfurious #fast and the furious #y2k #2001 #black racer #pink

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rhianwells · 6 months

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Ria & Zach Drabble

//noon. Zach's studio.

Ria was furious. It took some effort to bring out that side of her, but this usually cheerful and optimistic blonde did have a less friendly side. She promised herself she wouldn't do anything stupid, anything that could make Courtney mad at her, too - she had enough on her plate already, after all. However, that was before she realized there was nothing she could do to make her friend feel better because that promise was absolutely irrelevant in the face of Courtney's terrible mood. That sad look on her face when she turned down Ria's lunch invitation was enough for her to snap and instead of going to the diner or back up to her apartment, she decided to knock on Zach's door and have a talk with him.

Of course, he was home. Where else could he be. He only left his place for work and walks with his dog, and he would have obviously skipped the Wexley Halloween party if Courtney hadn't suggested asking him to go with them. And he still did that to her? Oh, the audacity...! The sight of his face only made her angrier. Before he even finished saying something about how surprised he was to see her, she stormed inside, arms crossed on her chest, fists clenched.

"How could you do that to her! Have you seen how sad Courtney is? Has checking on her even crossed your mind?! Oh no, wait. That would be absolutely-..." She took a deep breath in, trying to calm down a bit before she continued. It wasn't like she came here to listen to some shitty explanation anyway; nothing he would tell her would make her understand his actions. No, she didn't have time for poor excuses. "You're a shit friend, you know that? She told you she liked you, which wasn't easy, by the way! I know because I talked to her about it!" She had convinced Courtney that telling him about her feelings was worth a shot, that maybe he liked her back... Oh damn, she was guilty, too, but it was his fault!

Zach stood there, confused. She came here to talk about Courtney and it was quite obvious, but why was she yelling at him like that? What's with women coming over to yell at him lately? "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with a shrug, using that short pause she had taken to catch a breath as an opportunity to say something.

"Oh, you don't understand? Poor Zach, just a quiet guy who spends all days playing games-"

"Making games, actually."

"Uh, semiotics-"

"Semantics."

"Whatever, don't you try to shut me up like that!" She wagged her finger at him as she took a few steps in his direction and when his stupid, clueless face was within her reach, she slapped him with the angriest "You don't like her back, but you still tried to stop her from leaving so you could fuck her, and now you act all innocent! What a jerk!" she could muster. "You're just like any other man I've met! You don't even have to like a girl to sleep with her and play with her feelings like that, then act like it's totally normal! I've seen that, I've been there. You're all the same, and you're even worse now. Limited resources, huh?"

She put so much heart into that slap! Her palm burnt and it was the sole reason she sort of regretted it, but maybe that's what he needed in order to understand what Ria was onto.

When he finally seemed to have processed everything and straightened back up, he started to explain what happened that afternoon, from his point of view. The first half matched Courtney's story. They talked, and he couldn't understand what she meant by saying she cared about him (honestly, what's wrong with this man) until she kissed him. No, he couldn't say he liked her back like that, but he does like Courtney. No, he didn't feel superior and wasn't using her confession against her.

Impatient and annoyed that he still wasn't getting it, Ria interrupted him, pointing out that he still begged Courtney to stay and kissed her, even though he had made it pretty clear that he wasn't interested, so what else could that mean if not that he was hoping for the easiest one night stand in his life? Their conversation quickly turned into a loop of "That's what you were hoping for" and "No, not at all", a back and forth that made Ria's head ache until she finally broke out of it, with an annoyed "Then what were you hoping for?!"

"Curiosity? I don't fucking know! She's the first woman I've ever kissed, the first to ever kiss me, I had no idea what to do... And then I just wanted to do that again and-... How were I supposed to feel?"

He couldn't believe he was telling Ria something as personal as that, but what choice did he have? He could let her slap him again, yell at him some more, but this way, she'd at least be done with her stupid accusations. Plus, it felt kind of good to get it off his chest, coming out in one of the most bizarre ways possible.

"Oh God, so you are gay," she muttered in disbelief. Pacing around the room she started thinking about how she had convinced her best friend to make that move, to open up to him, and now she was hurt...! Oh no, no, no!

Ria seemed on the verge of some panic mode he wouldn't be able to stop if it escalated any more, so he sighed and continued. "I'm not, but I'm still working it out, and she surprised me, yeah?" Those nosey assholes had taken pictures of him and his then-boyfriend a few years ago and would have put them all over the tabloids, but then someone had given them something better to write about. Zach wasn't that interesting to them anyway, so luckily, they gave up easily. Lily-Rose's new campaign. Shiloh's bold outfit. Nothing he was ashamed of, he just hated it when they invaded his private life. "Now I wish they had written about that. This way Courtney would never-"

"No no, wait. Don't say that. Promise you didn't want to use her and it's just a misunderstanding?" Ria arched a brow but something was telling her that he wasn't lying. Confused was his middle name and he wasn't so good with other people let alone women, but now she knew why. His nod and concern that seemed genuine enough convinced her. "Alright. I'll tell her you're not an asshole, but you have to explain that to her yourself, yes?" Another nod. He seemed thankful. "Great. It's a lot of information, so I'm heading back upstairs to do some thinking over a mini bottle of champagne, or two. Sorry for the..." She patted his cheek, lips pressed together in an apologetic smile.

" You thought I kinda deserved it."

Ria shrugged her shoulders with a smile. He had a point. "Kinda. Not anymore, though... I think? I-I'll... show myself out."

#ria:zach

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quickshadowsimp · 11 months

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Quickshadow is missing… (AU, not cannon)

Cheatsheet:

Blue text = Chase

Orange text = Blades

Red text = Heatwave

Green text = Boulder

Blue and Red = Optimus

All four colors above (excluding Optimus) = All of the bots

As Heatwave was beating his training dummy, he heard the others talk about a certain female cybertronian.

“Can’t wait till she arrives. It’s almost her Earth birthday! Oo, I’ll get the piñata!”

“Better hurry then, she’s gonna be here in two days.”

“Maybe I can make her a gift.. an energon cake, maybe? We store energon in the sigma, so I think it should work!”

They were cut off by Heatwave. He seemed confused and annoyed at the same time. He was about to ask something, but Blades interrupted him.

“Heatwave! Are you here to help us plan the Earth birthday for a special someone?”

“Who is the ‘special someone’? High Tide? Optimus? Speed demon? Salv-”

Before Heatwave could finish, Chief appeared on Heatwave’s screen.

“Guys, hurry! There’s a fire at Willow Street!”

“We’re on our way, Chief. Rescue bots, roll to the rescue!”

At Willow Street..

“Dani, get all the people out, you too Kade.”

Chief ordered. He turned over to ask Graham,

“Are the buildings that caught on fire stable?”

“Im afraid not.. it shows that the buildings are beyond repair. It’ll take weeks, or maybe months to fix this all..”

After the rescue, they headed back to the firehouse.

“Who is the special someone? Tell me already.”

“Its..”

“Quickshadow!!”

They all yelled.

“It’s not close to her birthday—wait, is it her Earth birthday?”

“Uhm, what else do you think it is?”

“Nothing.. now, I guess we should start making gifts? Her Earth birthday is two days away.”

Two days later, Quickshadow’s Earth birthday.

“She should arrive any second.. any second now..”

“Or not..?”

“Huh.. she should have arrived by now.”

“Let’s ask Optimus!”

They managed to contact Optimus…

“Sir, today is Quickshadow’s birthday and she always arrives on birthdays. However, she didn’t arrive today.”

“Im sorry to say.. but.. she has gone missing.”

“What!?”

They all yelled.

“I am unsure on what happened, but I will update you guys.”

Optimus left, and so were the bots. Left, but left speechless.

Days passed and nothing from Optimus. They were all worried. Chase looked at the cameras around the town, Heatwave went on patrol with Blades in attempt to find any traces of Quickshadow. Boulder looked at the places they last seen Quickshadow. Weeks later, still no trace of Quickshadow. They all panicked and panicked. Until one day.. they finally got a message from Optimus.

Sigma 17, my team has found out Quickshadow has been taken. Taken by deceptions.

They were all shocked, not knowing what to do. Coolant — as well as oil rolled down each of their eyes. Months later, they were still sad. Rescue work was harder now that they knew Quickshadow is missing. Eventually, they got an update from Optimus.

I’m very sorry to say that.. Quickshadow.. has passed. Her funeral is in a week. Meet at the Mainland training center.

They were all shocked and sad, wondering why they didn’t stop Quickshadow from going back to Cybertron. A week later, they were at Quickshadow’s funeral. All of the bots were there. They all put their roses and flowers on her grave, and said their final goodbyes. They all left, except Heatwave. He sat next to the grave, and while he did, he felt someone hugging him, and heard a whisper:

“Don’t cry, please. I’ll be in a better place. We will meet soon. I’ll visit you every once in a while, okay? Now, I must take my leave. Take care.”

Heatwave whispered goodbye, although he didn’t see Quickshadow’s ghost, he knew that she had already left. Heatwave headed back to Griffin Rock with the others. Over time, they got over her death, but..

TO BE CONTINUED

SORRY FOR CLIFF HANGER I JUST NEED TO THINK OF MORE IDEAS

#rescue bots

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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Starting Now

Content: 4.4k words. You and Jean finally realize you weren't meant to be just friends.

Can be read as gender neutral, I believe. Maybe slightly implied female?

a/n- I've had most of this idea thought out for Jean for a long time, so here it is for his birthday!

Here's a song I feel goes well with this. And a completely different option. Enjoy!

"Stop moving!" "You stop moving!" "Sasha I can't do this!" "Stop moving, I said!" "Ugh!" You sit up from your spot with a huff. You, Jean, Connie and Sasha are hanging out like always on a Saturday evening, this time in Connie and Jeans room. The boys are sitting up on the floor playing video games. Sasha had gotten comfortable laying stomach down across Connies legs, hand outstretched so you can paint her nails. You had been leaning back against Jeans arm. But every time Jean or Connie makes a quick gesture with a remote it bumps you and Sasha around, and at this point more polish is on the floor than Sashas nails. You reach over to get a tissue and wipe up the floor. "Come on." Sasha says, helping you up so you could sit on Jeans bed and continue. "Hey, me next!" Connie jokes with you. "Okay, pick out a color." You smile. "No! We're finishing this!" Jean says while very focused on the game. He's winning, after all. "I call loser." You grin while Sasha munches on a snack with her free hand. "You nut, that's not how this works." Jean says, rolling his eyes. "Sure it is." You laugh. Even after all the video game sessions, you still aren't very good. Yet it's one of your favorite things to do. "Connie what are you doing?" Sasha is getting invested in the game. "Don't go that way-" "Hush up, would you?!" Connie demands loudly, trying not to get too distracted. "Well, excuse me!" "Sash, give me a chip." You hold your mouth open so she can hand feed you one. "What time is it now?" Sashas attention shifts. "Almost ten." You say after glancing at you watch. You, Jean, Connie and Sasha are a tight-knit foursome and do almost everything together. Even when you're with your other friends, who you adore, the comfort you feel around these three is unmatched. You don't have to be doing anything exciting, staying in like this is just as much to your liking. About four years ago you met Sasha at a breakfast buffet your favorite restaurant did once a month. You had just put the last blueberry muffin on you plate when she came to stand in front of you with sad eyes, asking if you were going to eat that. You were so shocked you just handed it over and took a cranberry one instead. After going to sit back down in the booth by yourself, it wasn't long before Sasha and Connie had come over with a fresh batch of blueberry muffins put out by the staff and Connie made Sasha apologize. You invited them to sit down and ended up talking about everything, from which Kardashian was the least annoying, to what schools you were applying to. Turns out, the same one. Just the very next day you were hanging out with them again, and they introduced you to their other amigo, Jean, who you got along with just as well, and soon you knew all their other friends too, the rest is history.

"You dumbass!" All of a sudden Jeans outrage pulls you back towards the game for a moment as he yells at Connie.

"Shouldn't we go soon?" Sasha asks, ignoring the commotion.

"Soon. Armin said he'd stop by though." After finishing with Sashas left hand, you force her to put the chips down and wipe her hand so you can paint the nails on the right hand.

You and Sasha keep chatting while you finish, Jean finally beats Connie, and before another game can get started, Armin is knocking on the door.

"Hey guys, it's time. Grab some blankets." He flashes a smile and wave.

"Okay, thanks." You collect some supplies and head into the hallway with everyone else.

For a few days Armin has been telling you about a meteor showing happening tonight. It's supposed to be one of the most visible in your area for a long time, so most everyone is collecting outside just a few hundred feet away on a clear, grassy area.

Armin joins up with his normal group, Eren and Mikasa, to lay out a huge blanket for the three of them. Ymir and Historia aren't too far away, and a bunch of the other classmates you see around campus are here too. Even most of the older re-entry students are there.

"Us two?" Sasha asks you as you lay out a couple blankets and pillows.

"What about me?" Connie looked offended.

Sasha playfully pushes him. "Psh, get out of here. That's my best friend." She points to you.

"So what am I?" Connie looks back and fourth between you two.

"My best friend." You roll your eyes.

"A pain in the butt!" Sasha speaks over you.

"So what am I?" Jean crosses his arms.

"The guy I'm sharing a blanket with, now cut it out!" You laugh and take Jeans hand, pulling him toward you, while pushing Sasha and Connie to the other blanket. Most of the time a decision has to be made of who is going with who, the immaturity shows, but there's never really a dispute and everything is solved easily.

You get settled on the blanket together and fluff up the pillows as Connie and Sasha run back inside to get snacks.

"Mind if we hang out here?" A couple of the other older students, Hange and Erwin, lay a blanket down on your other side.

"Sure!" They've always been nice to you if you ever need assistance. However the other friend they're usually seen with, Levi, still intimidates most the other students. He's got a comfy folding chair a little farther off away from the crowd.

You get settled laying down on your back, head on the pillow next to Jeans.

"Armin said it shouldn't be too much longer." You say, looking up just so you don't miss anything.

"So, what's up with you?" Jean looks over at you from his pillow.

"Huh? What do you mean?" You turn and raise an eyebrow in confusion.

Jean reaches over and ruffles your hair. "Feel like I haven't seen you all week."

You look over and smile at him. "What? Yes you have." You're sure of it.

"Nope. Maybe in class. Once for breakfast. We had a study session Thursday. Today has been the first time all week we've hung out. And even during the day you were with Sasha out doing stuff." He reminds you.

You snort a giggle. "What, do you count how often we see each other? I don't hear Connie complaining."

"Connie notices, he's just been hanging out with Eren and some of the others, that's all."

"Jean, we have the same friend group. We hang out with the same people. We-"

"I'm just saying you've been a little MIA, and I miss you. You've been hanging out with everyone but me. Like, even Annie." He knows you two are friends, but it's weird that you've been together so much. But maybe he's being silly, because even Sasha isn't complaining.

He can't help it though. Technically, Connie is his best friend, and Sasha is yours, and you are all friends together, but he's just been feeling extra close with you lately. He's found himself seeking you out more than the others, and you've been receptive.

Sometimes when Connie and Sasha can't seem to get out of bed in the morning, you two go out for breakfast by yourselves and bring them something back later. Or he texts you late at night, something he forgot to mention during the day, and it turns out you're still awake and you spend an hour chatting and sending each other stupid memes. Or there's a movie you want to see that isn't for everyone, and in the end it's Jean who convinces you to go with him, because he knows you want to go.

"What are you afraid I found new friends?" You grin at him. Turns out, he's not in that type of mood though.

"Yeah, it's stupid. Never mind." He shakes his head and turns back to look at the sky.

"Jean." You frown. He's feeling a very specific type of way. He even said 'me' instead of 'we' when mentioning not hanging out together.

You scoot closer to him and prop your head up, reaching over to rub his shoulder. He's actually right, you just didn't think he would notice.

"I'm sorry I've been distracted. I've been studying a lot and off on my own. I'm stressing over some of the upcoming tests and the future. I didn't want to bother anyone."

"You have?" Jean feels bad he didn't notice.

You nod your head. "Yeah, Shadis' class is killing me. I need to bring my grade up, Annies been trying to help me."

"I could help you." Now Jean props his head up like yours.

You give a tiny smile. "You hate his class. I hear you whine about it all the time."

"I could stand to pay attention more. Maybe it'll help the both of us." It's not his favorite class, but he should probably bring his grade up too.

"I don't want you to do anything because of me. Don't worry about it." You know he's a smart guy and one of the ones that as long as they apply themselves, just don't seem to need to study as often.

"But I do worry. You're...I always worry about you." You're on his mind more often than you know.

"And I don't want that." Your burden is not theirs.

"Well, I do. If you're having a hard time, I want to know." So he can do something about it.

"But that's the thing, it's ME. I...need to learn to deal with life when it gets difficult." You know things aren't going to be easy, and just stressing about one class is already giving you anxiety, because there will be so much more to worry about.

"You're not alone here." He doesn't want you closing yourself off when things get too much. He knows that's not a good idea.

"It's just, I want to be with you guys all the time. You're my happy place. I don't stress when I'm with you, but sometimes, I need to." You can forget the things you don't want to deal with when with them, but you still have to deal with them at some point.

"I'm sure, if you told Sasha and Connie, they'd tell you the same. But, I'm telling you, for sure, I don't want you, to not tell me something, because you think it's going to break order here." He places a hand over your wrist and gives you a squeeze.

You see the look in his eyes. He's here for you. You can tell him anything and he'd understand. It doesn't always have to be positive one hundred percent of the time. Just because that's how you want it to be, doesn't mean that's how it's going to be.

"I really appreciate it. So much. I just don't want..." You trail off. You don't want to bring him down.

"Look, just because it's an overall happy vibe, does not mean we can't talk about the hard stuff. Haven't we been friends long enough now? To talk about everything?" He really thought you've been at that point for a while, and is irritated with himself for not sensing this about you before.

But to you, he's in your head. He knows what you feel. "I don't want it to be your issue." You don't just mean schoolwork, you mean everything. Doesn't he get that?

"Bother me, anytime. I'm serious." He does, and doesn't see it that way. He just hopes you're listening.

You look down finally, a little overwhelmed by the thought that you have someone in your life who wants to hear about how you're doing, no matter what it is.

Jean keeps his gaze on you, where it's been the whole time. He thinks maybe, you get it.

With a quiet sigh you look back up and reach your hand to brush his hair back lightly.

"I'm gonna tell you something, and you can't say anything." No need to cause trouble.

He raises an eyebrow at you, and finds himself very tense when you suddenly lean forward to push your foreheads together.

In a whisper you tell him. "You're my best friend." In a different way than Sasha, more than Sasha, more than anyone.

Jean gulps and pulls back. He didn't know where this was going, and you didn't give him any time to think.

"I bet you say that to all the boys." So of course he makes a joke.

You giggle and lean away, falling back down onto your pillow.

"See? I'm telling you the truth and you get playful." Apparently it's back to being light hearted. But that's fine with you.

Jean leans over and smiles down at you. "I'm sorry." Here he was just saying he could be serious.

You shake your head. "No, it's fine. I don't have to be your best friend." You laugh again at the bewildered look he gets.

"What? You are!" He insists, eyes narrowing at the accusation. But really, his heart is full at hearing your laughter.

"Can't believe you thought I found new friends."

"Shut up." He mumbles, getting settled again on his pillow.

"You even missed me?" You don't let it go, turning to him, seeing the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"I take it back." Not really, though.

You smile again, still looking at him, while he looks up.

"You don't have to miss me. Not you." He's going to be sick of you now.

Jean turns his head back towards you. Not him? Because, you're best friends? He sees the sparkle in your eye. You've been so open tonight. Maybe, he could-

"Ow! What the hell?" He sits up suddenly after getting whacked with a pillow.

Connie is the culprit. "Shut up already, you're gonna miss it!" He and Sasha haven't been listening in, but it's obvious if he doesn't intervene, you two are just going to stare at each other the whole night.

Jean lays back down and you gasp as you look up at the night sky. Off in the distance are a couple shooting stars, and then they are closer, brighter, more colorful.

Everyone is chattering as they spot a new one and pointing and gasping in awe as the sky continuously lights up.

"It looks blue!" You point up towards where you're looking.

"They all look blue." You hear Jean chuckle.

"Yes, but it's more blue."

You continue pointing out different ones that catch your eye.

Jean is looking with you, nodding or giving a quiet response when you ask if he sees one in particular.

It's the best he can do because for the last few minutes his vision has been blurry from tears. It's not only the beautiful scenery, but also other thoughts, some about you, that has him emotional tonight.

You break your trance on the sky to look over when you hear Jean sniffle.

"What's wrong?!" You worry all of a sudden.

Jean shakes his head, he doesn't want to ruin this for you.

"You tell me right now mister!" You're sitting up, hovering over him, blocking his view of the sky. "You just got done telling me not to keep things to myself. Well it works both ways!" You poke at his shoulder and he smiles ever so slightly.

"I just miss him. Marco." All this talk about best friends, and feelings. If Marco were here, he would know what to do. He's always given Jean confidence in himself, even now that he's not here.

Your shoulders drop. "Jean. I'm so sorry." You know of Marco. You know how much he meant to Jean.

"He would've adored you." Jean tells you, reaching up to brush your cheek.

You get a little misty eyed too, seeing Jean like this.

"I wish I could've met him." You hold Jeans hand against your cheek.

Marco passed away just a short time before you had been brought into Jeans life.

Jean closes his eyes and tries to control his breathing. He feels your hand on his chest. "It's okay. You're okay." You see him getting worked up. You know he can get overwhelmed by his emotions. It's why you don't want to put too much on him.

He puts his hand over yours and nods. "I'm okay." When Marco was here, he could help ground Jean, who has tried to learn how to do it himself. With you here, he finds it's been much easier.

Jean opens his eyes to find you looking intently at him. "Lay back down, don't miss it." He pushes you back, and you wind up with your head on his shoulder and your arm wrapped around his while you both look up again.

"I'm here for you." You say softly.

"I know." He whispers back.

"Can we go see him? Where he's buried? And bring me to places he liked, and you used to go?" You've never been before and hope it's not too much to ask. But you want to know more about him.

"Yeah. Yeah, we'll do that." Jean hasn't been to visit Marco in a long time. He's overdue, and would very much like for you to go with him.

You're both quiet while you try to focus on the sky, but are thinking more about each other than anything.

"Hey, what colors that one?" Jean points to one that he's been looking at.

"Purple." You tell him.

"I thought so." He wants to make sure.

"My favorite color." And Jeans spotted it.

He smiles. It was Marcos favorite too. He's beginning to think that Marco really is still watching out for him. And that he's sent him you.

"Can we hang out tomorrow? Just us?" Jean really wants too. He feels you nod against him.

"I'd love that." Something has changed tonight. You both feel it. And wonder, if it hasn't been happening for some time.

Jean knows it has. But he's been afraid to tell you. He doesn't want to mess things up like he always does. However, he thinks he can't go wrong here. Not with Marco on his side. Not with the way you make him feel. Not with the way you look at him.

And you know you've told Jean a little while ago he's your best friend. And he kind of implied the same, though he didn't say the words. But you know he cares about you, and misses you, and is it wrong to feel like this about your best friend? To, love him?

You move your hand down to find Jeans. "Jean...I don't wanna just hang out tomorrow." You hope he understands. Maybe Marco can give you some strength, too.

Jean hears what you've said, and how you said it. It's very clear to him. He's not screwing this up.

"No. Me neither." He squeezes your hand. "More. I want more. Starting now."

You feel tingles at his words and his touch and let out a happy sigh. You're on the same page. And yet, one of you still has to be sensible.

"What if it doesn't work?" You don't want to ask that.

"It will. I know it. We're not going to waste this." It's been building and has finally come out and he's going to make sure you and he try, together.

You close your eyes and smile. He won't let you down. So, you won't, either.

The sky is finally starting to quiet down. Less meteors are going by.

"Okay, but just say-" He won't even let you finish.

"No. Stop it. It's been two minutes, we're not breaking up." He's very solemn, and you have the nerve to laugh.

He let's go of you and adjusts so you two are facing each other.

"Can you just listen? I was going to say, let's make a pact. To get married."

"Married?!" You're roping him into marriage already? All before your first date?

You smile again at his reaction. "Yeah! Like, no matter where we are in life, together or apart, if we're not in another relationship, we'll marry each other." So just incase something unexpected happens, you always remain in each others lives somehow. He's always going to be your best friend. Whether he's the one giving you away, or meeting you at the alter.

Jean looks at you like you're crazy. "Like, at a certain age?" What the heck has gotten into you?

"Yeah. Maybe say, thirty?" That's a little ways away. Enough time for a lot of things to happen.

He runs a hand through his hair while he considers this. After a moment he than runs his hand through your hair, brings it back to your cheek, and takes your hand again. All he knows is the words date, marriage, and you.

"We're not going to make it." He says quietly, making your eyes widen.

"What? How can you say that?" Wasn't he the one saying this would work?

"I mean, I wouldn't wait that long." He won't be able to.

"Oh." You feel a slight blush and Jean doesn't miss it. How could you think he meant anything else?

"Besides, one of us will be a little closer to thirty in a few days." It's his birthday soon.

You hum in response and lean forward to bury your face in his chest.

Jean smiles and puts an arm around you, kissing the top of your head. Happy early birthday to him.

You mumble something he can't quite hear and he pushes you back some. "What are you saying?" He wonders.

You huff, working up the courage to say it again. "I said, is it wrong to want to kiss your best friend?" You look straight at him when you say this.

No, no it's not. "Before our first date?" But he's being silly, because you would always consider this your first official date.

Obviously you would get to kissing. It's right around the corner. It's closer than you thought.

You wait for him to make a move, and he waits for you. You search each others eyes. This has been coming for a long time.

You are interrupted by a cough trying to get your attention.

You both look over at Erwin and Hange on the blanket next to you.

"Do it, Kirstein." Erwin encourages him.

"Don't wait." Hange adds. They haven't meant to listen in on your conversation, but have been invested for the last few minutes now.

Jean let's out a curse and turns around yet again to stare at Connie who has just kicked him. Sasha shrugs as they stand to pick up their things. They've been listening too. They both agree with Erwin. Just do it, already. For as much as you think those two don't pay attention, they saw this coming a mile away.

Everyone is starting to head in now. The night is ending.

Jean looks back to you and feels like the wind just knocked out of him. The way you smile at him is almost too much. You're beautiful. He's always thought so. But right now, if he wasn't already on the ground, you could've knocked him over with a feather.

"You wanna kiss me?" You blink at him, smiling wider when he nods slowly.

And so it finally happens.

For as soft and delicate as is it, it makes you completely weak and ache for him that much more.

The touches and sweet noises you both make might have been awkward, if either of you cared about anything else but each other in that moment.

Jean pulls back first, keeping his forehead on yours.

You have all the time in the world for more kisses. Of which there will be many, of all different variations.

You're left breathless thanks to Jean and all the thoughts running through your head, all of which belong to him.

"You in there?" He asks, patting your temple.

You nod and pull back, finally opening your eyes to look at him.

"One day, you're gonna wake up, and be thirty." You start to ramble, and Jean smiles as you speak. "And I'm gonna be right there, telling you happy birthday, and if I don't have a ring yet, we're gonna get dressed and just go down and get married. If Connie and Sasha are awake, they can come be witnesses. But we're not waiting. The very moment we're both awake."

Jean can't help but lean in and give you another brisk kiss. "You're right, we're not waiting. Too far away." He's not going to make it until then. No possible way.

"Twenty-nine then?" You go one year lower.

"Twenty-seven." And Jean goes lower than that. Just a few years away. Almost half of what you started at.

You grin and nod. You're both on board with this plan. This plan that is bound to fail. Failure you're both looking forward to.

"What do you want for your birthday this year?" You ask about his upcoming one.

He chuckles. "You're funny." Like you haven't just given him everything he's wanted.

"Well, I'll think of something." Instead of going to stand and head in with everyone else, you lay back down.

Jean looks down at you, wondering what he's done to deserve you.

"You wanna stay out here a while longer?" You nod at him so he lays back down too. You move closer so your leg is on his and your head is on his chest, and he puts his arms around you. This feels so natural, you're not sure how you've gone without it.

"You wanna stay out here all night?" He would if you wanted.

"Yes." You nod against him. There's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Maybe you'll go back in soon, or maybe you'll watch the sunrise that's just hours away.

Jean let's out a content sigh. The temperature might drop, but he's sure he can keep you warm.

"You want me to make you breakfast in the morning?" He wants to.

"Only if you let me help." That sounds like a perfect start to the day.

"Do you wanna-"

"Yes." You don't let him finish. "Yes Jean, to everything." For the rest of your lives.

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Imagine being Azula’s friend but secretly dating Zuko behind her back

One of the first things you and Azula bonded over was your annoying brothers. Azula told you how her brother had stolen one of her best friends away from her and you related to that. Your twin brother was none other than Sokka of the water tribe, who was also very popular with women. Most of the women you knew liked him, from Yue to Toph to Suki to Ty lee! It sometimes felt like you were the second attraction in a friendship and so you and Azula quickly became close over your shared frustrations.

Then....you betrayed her.

Well, betrayal is a bit dramatic but maybe not given how upset she'd been when Mai and Zuko started dating. You knew that had been hard for Azula to process. How difficult it had been wondering if her friends really liked her or just wanted access to her brother. So when you started liking Zuko you didn’t plan on acting on it at all. Then Mai broke up with him.

Zuko was around at yours quite often, whenever he visited the water tribe he stayed in your home and when you visited the fire nation he extended the same hospitality. So throughout the years, you just naturally got closer and closer until....it happened. You started hanging out just the two of you and these occasions felt very date-like until Zuko just outright asked you out. You liked him and told yourself one date was fine, what harm could a single date do? But then as you kept seeing each other and one date soon progressed into many many more you knew your time to do the right thing and tell Azula you were dating her brother was approaching.

However the idea of doing that idea terrified you. You guessed Azula wouldn’t take it well and didn’t want to lose your friendship with her because of your relationship with Zuko. You wouldn’t break up with Zuko just to make her happy but you also didn’t want to lose Azula’s friendship, so when Katara’s birthday arose you were fairly nervous. There was going to be a large party and all of Katara’s friends were coming...which included Zuko and Azula. You hadn’t been together with everyone since you and Zuko started dating so you had no idea how it would feel. The whole time you and Zuko would have to convincingly act like you weren’t a couple and not make anyone at the party suspicious of the two of you. So when Zuko’s ship got in you fixed your eyes on Azula and tried not to stare at him any more than usual. You greeted him formally and didn’t admire him as you usually would. You fell in step with Azula and decided just to focus on her. It wasn’t hard, you were best friends and very close...however fate was not on your side. You got seated across from him at dinner which felt like some sick punishment and struggled not to get lulled into conversation with him. It didn’t help that Zuko was in a playful mood. He kept making comments about the things you’d done on your date and then sending you sly looks across the table. When you met his eye he smirked blatantly and you lightly kicked him under the table. That only made Zuko chuckled and look adorable so you sighed and decided to just keep your eyes down the whole time to survive dinner.

However, Zuko had no intention of stopping his teasing. After dinner you set about preparing the party for Katara tomorrow and having sent Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Toph on their assigned jobs turned to your job of decorating. You were hanging streamers in the living room when you felt a hand curl around your waist. “Need some help there?” Zuko asked moving closer and he leaned up over you to hang it. “I could have done that myself” you smiled turning to face him and Zuko shrugged “I know you could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to do this”. Zuko gently kissed your neck trailing down to your collar bone making you sigh. “Zuko...stop” you said faint heartedly and Zuko sensed that smirking "I don’t want to and you don’t want me to either, I can tell by how softly you said my name" he smiled "it’s been so long since we’ve had any time together". Your skin erupted in goosebumps and a shiver went down your spine as Zuko pressed closer against you. But you knew how badly this could end if literally anyone walked in. So swiftly you grabbed Zuko’s hands and twisted your way out of them. You held them tightly in one hand so he couldn’t try and slink around you again and used the other to make him look at you "Zuko we can’t okay, not on this trip. God knows i want to, i’ve missed you too but there’s too much that could go wrong i’m sorry". Zuko sighed but nodded his head "don’t worry i understand". Zuko’s shoulders sagged and you knew your insistance on keeping this quiet was difficult for him. "Thank you for understanding" you said hugging him quickly "i know it can’t be easy for you and I appreciate the effort you're going to for me". Zuko smiled resting his head on top of yours "it’s fine, i’d do a lot more for you if you asked but promise me it won’t always be like this....we will tell everyone soon?". You gulped but nodded pulling away "i promise, i will tell Azula...soon!". Zuko nodded “I believe you” and let his hands drop away from you. Not a moment later Sokka and Aang appeared in the room making the two of you jump. “Zuko just the man we need! We were thinking of making an ice sculpture, fancy some fire bending?”. Zuko nodded “sure” and with a last glance to you left the room.

Hours later the party preparations finished you returned to your room which you were sharing with Azula for her visit. “Sokka made me blow up balloons” she said angrily “something about fire benders being full of hot air”. You smirked at your brother’s nerve when Azula’s next sentence wiped it off your face. "Also I think Zuko’s dating someone again" Azula said softly and you paused. "Ow really?" you asked and she nodded "he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time in the southern water tribe lately. Lots of visits which he claims are diplomatic but I can’t work out what he actually does here! He doesn’t know that many people and so it got me thinking, y/n do you think your brother and mine....". "No Sokka's still with Suki" you said shaking your head. Azula sighed “and it’s obviously not Katara, she and Aang are basically married, have you seen him hanging around anyone else? He doesn’t know many people so it should be easy to spot". You paused pretending to think but were really just trying to buy yourself time. "Honestly i don’t pay much attention to him when he visits" you said cleverly covering your back "but i will from now on and let you know". "Thank you y/n" Azula smiled. You smiled back relieved Azula didn’t suspect anything and let out a large breath you’d been holding for this entire conversation. You were now more than ready for sleep and got into bed hurriedly. You laid your head on your pillow and closed your eyes utterly exhausted.

"Goodnight y/n" Azula called and you nodded. You were very sleepy and after a long yawn smiled "good night Zuko".

You realised the name you’d said seconds after it came out of your mouth.

You froze

As did azula.

"Did you just call me Zuko...". You blinked "did i? I’m sure i said Azula". Azula was quiet for 2 seconds before she shot up "it’s you!" she cried "you're the one my brother’s dating!". "No Azula that’s crazy!!! We'd just been discussing Zuko, that’s why he was on my mind!". Azula shook her head "you're lying! I can tell by the tone of your voice! You’re the new girlfriend aren’t you?". You sighed "Azula i’m sorry i was going to tell you...". "I can’t believe you" Azula yelled and suddenly the door opened. "What’s wrong?" Sokka and Zuko asked bursting in “we heard yelling” and Azula glared. "You! Couldn't just have Mai huh? Had to take another one of my friends? How about when you’re done with y/n you try things with Ty lee?". "Ow she told you...." Zuko frowned awkwardly. "No i worked it out!” Azula spat “Y/n accidentally uttered your name because she’s so lovesick" Azula cried "you both make me sick" and she strode away slamming the front door hard as she exited the house.

After Azula left you all looked at one another unsure what to do or say next. "So...you two are a thing?" Sokka asked and Zuko paused "yes...is your reaction going to be as bad as Azula’s or can i go deal with her?". Sokka shook his head "go deal with her before she burns the village down”. Zuko went to move past Sokka when your brother put a hand to his chest "but come back and see me after, me and Katara will want to talk to you about dating our sister". Zuko surprisingly looked intimidated and nodded "I'll be right back". "Zuko wait i should come too" you called "this is as much my fault as yours". Zuko nodded "let’s go" and led you outside into the cold night after Azula.

You found Azula trekking in the snow and as she wasn’t in proper shoes you gained on her quickly. “Azula!” you called and she jumped. She looked around and glared “ow look the happy couple, how nice of you to grace me with your presence”. Zuko rolled his eyes “only you’d be so attention-seeking to make this about you”. “Attention seeking? Who’s the person who can’t form his own friendships or respect boundaries? No always have to date my friends, is it some weird way for you to gain power over me? A sad way to boost your ego?”. As Zuko and Azula went to square up to each other you stepped between them. “Alright enough the both of you! Zuko please go back to the house, i’ll handle this”. “But she...”. “Zuko please” you said sharply and he nodded “fine” and with a glare left. You watched him go before turning back to Azula. You’d been about to suggest you go home given that Azula was surely freezing out here in the middle of the night but Azula broke into a rant. "Everyone leaves me for him" she cried "Mai! My uncle! Mother! Even my father...after i was smarter, a better fire bender, more loyal and younger he still gave Zuko every little chance and only crowned me after Zuko literally ran away! When will i be good enough people don’t just choose him without a second thought for me?". "Azula i didn’t choose Zuko over you! Just because i like Zuko doesn’t mean i don’t like you still". "That may be true but this changes our friendship completely, it did with Mai! People always prioritise their partners over their friends so i’ll be second best once again". "Are you kidding?" you asked "Azula now i need you more than ever! Relationships aren’t when you ditch your friends, they’re when you need them the most! Who else are you going to go to for a break or a nice getaway? Who else is going to support and love you in only the platonic way a friend can? Who else can i complain about Zuko to when he annoys me or we fight?" you asked "they’re all things you need your friends for! Desperately and that’s going to be the same for me". "But when Mai dated him...". "But i’m not Mai" you smiled softly "Azula we are good friends, i won’t sideline you because of this. You mean just as much to me now as before i started dating Zuko". Azula huffed but you could see her melting. "So...how about we go inside, get some warm milk and talk a bit more about this huh?". You offered Azula your hand and she took it but she didn’t stop there. Azula threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. "I’m partly doing this for the cold but thank you" she said softly "nobodies ever tried to make me feel supported when they've chosen Zuko, they just tell me to deal with it but you’re the first to try and reassure me and so i know you mean it, to still be my friend". "Of course" you smiled "you're my best friend!". Azula smiled and linked her arm through yours "i like that!”.

Zuko stared in awe as you and Azula returned grinning. "How did it go is everything okay?". You nodded "your extremely cool sister is fine with it". "Yes i thought this would be a great way to have an inside scoop on you zuzu". "She’s kidding i won’t talk to her about you...a lot". Zuko blinked "okay if everything's okay then i should go speak to Sokka and Katara, they’re waiting for me in the kitchen". Azula smiled "that’s a good idea, when you come back zuzu find me, i have some threats about what will happen if you hurt my best friend". You smiled at Azula and stepped to Zuko "good luck but don’t worry Sokka’s all bite, Katara’s the one to look out for but she has a big heart, just tell her how good a time we’ve had and you’ll be fine". "Good tips, any for my sister?". You smiled "Azula is one i have not worked out yet" you grinned "but i’m sure you’ll manage, you are the firelord after all". Zuko smirked and you patted his shoulder "after your appointment with my brother and sister and then your sister....you could always come find me in your room?". Zuko smiled "is that my motivation for surviving this?". You shrugged "you can think of it as that" and stepped away from him. Zuko watched you before sighing "alright let’s get this over with” he said loudly and strode towards the kitchen.

You turned back to Azula who raised an eyebrow at Zuko’s sudden confidence and she frowned. "Do i even want to know?" Azula asked and you shook your head "no". “Ow and don’t worry if I’m not in our room tonight”. “Euch Y/n!” Azula cried and you shrugged “what? I didn’t say why”. “I know why” she sighed before she smiled “at least I can have your bigger bed”. “Be my guest” you smiled, you had a firelord to get reacquainted with.

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golbrocklovely · 3 years

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Evans

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous after he witnesses a moment between you and Chris Evans

Masterlist

As much as you loved filming the movies, your favorite part about being in the MCU was going to the conventions.

You loved getting on stage with your cast mates and answering questions. You especially loved when you got to attend the conventions with your best friend Tom. Your fondest memories with him were made during nights following a convention. You’d always get a joint hotel room and stay up late, too buzzed on adrenaline from the panel to fall asleep.

Going to conventions with Tom usually opened up a whole new debate on the nature of your relationship. Snap chats and Instagram stories made from the same hotel room always set off more theories that you were dating. You weren’t, but you didn’t mind the theories.

The current panel you were at was no different from the others. The whole cast stood in a line, with you sandwiched between Tom and Mackie. You listened along to all the questions asked until you heard your name.

“Chris, you and Y/n worked together in the past on Scott Pilgrim vs The World, where you played one of her evil ex boyfriends.” The journalist said to Chris Evans. “How did you react when you heard she was joining the MCU cast?

“I was really happy about it.” Chris said into his mic. “I’ll admit, I had a bit of a crush on Y/n when we were filming Scott Pilgrim so I was very excited when she got added to the cast.”

Tom felt his ears turn pink when he heard Chris’s confession. It was no secret that he liked you, but he had no idea Chris liked you too. He looked to you to see your reaction, mouth going dry when he saw the shocked smile on your face.

“Are you serious?” You laughed in surprise. “I had a crush on you too.”

Tom turned away a little, suddenly feeling a sick feeling in his stomach. He didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “How did I not know?”

“Because I was awkward and shy and didn’t know how to talk to you.” You said sheepishly as you pressed a cold hand to your face. “But I swear, I told Michael and Anna all about it.”

Tom lowered his microphone so the crowd couldn’t hear him gulp. He didn’t know why it bothered him as much as it did to know you and Chris had feelings for each other. You had filmed Scott Pilgrim a few years back, so the feelings were long gone by now. Still, it sent a white hot jealously through Toms veins as he watched you and Chris smile at each other.

“I can’t believe you never told me.” Chris chuckled. “I actually remember being upset that we didn’t have a kiss in the movie. I was like, how am I playing one of her boyfriends but we don’t get to kiss?”

“Aw.” Tom forced a laugh. “Poor you.”

The audience laughed at his joke, but you never took your eyes off Chris.

“I was genuinely upset about it at the time.” Chris continued. “I think I called my mom to complain.”

Tom watched with a tight jaw as you held your hand over your heart and beamed. You were obviously loving the attention from Chris while Tom was hating it.

“Hey, I didn’t write the script.” You shrugged. “I definitely would’ve thrown one in there if I had.”

“I think the movie is perfect as it is.” Tom cut in, earning a few laughs. “I don’t think there needed to be a kiss. Kisses are stupid anyway.”

“Wait a minute, we almost kissed in the last movie too.” Chris remembered. “To like hide our faces from HYDRA agents or something.”

“That’s right.” You gasped. “They took it out before we ever shot it.”

“Such a shame.” Chris clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “Missed you twice now.”

The reaction from the audience made you hide your face in embarrassment, feeling your face hot to the touch.

“I promise, you’re not missing much.” You laughed shyly.

“Yeah, well.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “I bet I was.”

Just when Tom thought it couldn’t get any worse, he saw an idea pop into your head.

“Wait, hold my mic.” You said as you handed your microphone to Anthony.

Tom could only watch as you walked across the stage and put your hands on either side of Chris’s face before pulling him into a kiss. The audience was deafening as Chris kissed you back. It didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make all the color drain from Toms face. You both pulled away laughing, Chris with his signature hand over his left side. You clapped your hands as you laughed before walking back to your spot.

“Well damn.” Anthony said into his microphone. “I didn’t get to kiss her either.”

“Yeah.” Sebastian teased. “Do we all get some of that?”

“Shut up.” You laughed shyly as you fixed your hair. “There. Now you got your kiss.”

“Thank you.” Chris laughed into his microphone. “I was not expecting that.”

“Neither was I.” Tom mumbled, his microphone hanging limply at his side. The rest of the panel went by without any further flirtations, but Tom wouldn’t have known if there had been. He had completely zoned out, too upset with what he had seen to focus.

You unlocked the door to your shared hotel room and saw Tom sitting at the kitchen table. His face was buried in his phone and he skimmed through the endless amount of tweets about the kiss from earlier. It was only making him more angry to see thousands of gifs and pictures of it, as well as all the messages from fans saying what a cute couple you and Chris made, but he couldn’t stop. He was too busy scrolling to hear you come in.

“Hey.” You smiled at him as you set your stuff down. “You did such a good job out there. I swear, you always get the most laughs. It’s not fair.”

“Hm.” Tom nodded, keeping his eyes on his phone. “Thanks.”

“Is everything okay?” You frowned when you noticed his standoffish behavior. You walked over to him and reached out to touch him, but he moved away.

“Yeah.” He shrugged unconvincingly. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

“I didn’t ask if we were fine.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are we not fine?”

“I said we were fine.” He held up his hands in annoyance. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes a little. “Sorry I asked.”

Tom gave you a sarcastic smile and went back to his phone, completely ignoring you now. You didn’t know what his problem was, but you knew you didn’t want to fight.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? You can pick this time.” You offered, trying to offer an olive branch.

“Actually, I’m kinda tired.” He said faintly. “I think I’m just gonna turn in.”

“Really? It’s so early.” You checked your phone and saw it was only 8 pm. “And I’m bored.”

“Yeah?” He finally looked up at you. “Then why don’t you go see what Evans is up to? I’m sure he’d love to finish what you started on stage today.”

You jutted your head back in surprise, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. He looked partial to guilty for snapping at you, but his anger was the most prominent emotion.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you kissing Evans in front of all those people.” He snapped. “I didn’t even know you liked him like that.”

You laughed again, thinking he had to be joking. You never said it out loud, but you assumed Tom knew you liked him. After all, you were the only cast mates sharing a hotel room.

“I don’t.” You said, unsure where that accusation came from.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head. “Cause it kinda looked like you did.”

“I don’t.” You repeated. “I used to when we were filming Scott Pilgrim a few years ago but I stopped before we even wrapped.”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Tom asked, his voice wearing thin.

“I don’t know. We were joking around.” You shrugged it off. “It was for the fans, if anything. You know how much they love that stuff.”

“They would’ve loved it just as much if you had just blown him a kiss.” Tom said. “You didn’t have to kiss him.”

“Who cares?” You asked. “Everyone loved it.”

“Not everyone.” He stated, keeping his eyes on the ground. You looked at him for a moment, realizing you had never seen him act like this.

“Why are you getting so upset about this?” You asked calmly, still not understanding.

“Because what you did upset me.” He shouted as he gestured to himself.

“Why?” You raised your voice as well now. “It was just a stupid joke. It had nothing to do with you.”

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” He shook his head. “Watching you practically run across the stage to kiss him in front of all those people was not a joke.”

“I didn’t run across the stage.” You said, starting to get annoyed. “I walked to him and kissed him. That’s it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Did you like it?” He asked with an unreadable expression.

“What?”

“Did you like kissing him?” He repeated as he let out a shaky breath.

“You know how it feels to kiss other actors.” You shrugged. “It just felt like lips on lips.”

“You must have some sort of feelings for him to kiss him like that.” He said, his eyes looking glassy.

“So what if I do?” You retorted, angry with him now for yelling at you.

“What?” His voice came out in a whisper. “Do you?”

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying? I don’t have feelings for Evans. But if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Because maybe you haven’t realized this yet, but you’re not my boyfriend.” You yelled, making him retreat into himself.

The silence that followed was deafening, making you feel guilty for what you said. You felt like you popped the happy bubble that you and Tom lived in, the one where you never confronted your feelings for each other but understood that they were there. Tom sucked in a sharp breath and let out a long sigh as he looked you in the eyes. He gave you a sad smile and nodded his head as if he was reluctantly agreeing with you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom was already moving past you. His shoulder brushed yours as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there in shock, unsure of what just happened. You felt like you had just broken up with someone you were never actually with. You covered your mouth with your hand, ashamed with what you had said to him. You hit him where you knew it would hurt him and now he was gone.

Despite sharing a hotel room, you didn’t see Tom until the next morning. He was eating breakfast at the kitchen counter, not looking at you as you made coffee. You sighed and sat down next to him, knowing you had to make things right before you went out to do press. You didn’t want to spend a full day doing interviews with him without resolving the fight.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday.” You began as you watched his face for his reaction. “It was mean of me to tell you you weren’t my boyfriend like that.”

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he stirred his tea. “You don’t have to apologize. You were right. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“We need to talk about yesterday.” You said softly as you looked at him. You could tell he was still bitter about the kiss.

“I don’t want-“

“We have to.” You cut him off. “We had a fight and now we need to talk about it.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before slumping in his seat.

“You start.” You said as you put your folded hands on the table.

“I don’t know where to start.” He mumbled.

“Just tell me how you feel.” You suggested. Tom sighed as he put his words together in his mind, wanting to make things right just as much as you did.

“I didn’t like it even you kissed Chris.” He said softly, keeping his eyes on the table.

“I got that part.” You tried to joke. “Why?”

“Because he’s older and taller and bigger than me.” Tom listed off.

“And?” You were confused.

“And I can’t compete.” Tom whispered, hanging his head in shame. The fragility in his voice made your heart break and you realized he was never angry with you.

He was heartbroken.

“Tommy, you don’t have to compete with anyone.” You said softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“I didn’t think I had to.” He continued. “I thought I had you. I know we don’t really talk about…us, but I thought we had an unspoken agreement that we liked each other. I know I liked you and I thought you liked me back until you…”

“Until I what?” You asked.

“Kissed another boy.” He laughed sadly. “Sorry. A man. Captain freaking America.”

“You were jealous.” You realized, trying to fight back a smile. “That’s why you threw your little tantrum.”

“How could I not be?” He looked up. “Have you seen how broad his shoulders are?”

You had to laugh, which made him crack a smile. The tension had disappeared and you had entered new territory, so you decided to keep going.

“And have you seen the way I look at you?” You teased him. “Or the way I immediately go to you in a crowded room? Have you seen how I’m always finding a way to touch you? Does any of that sound familiar?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled sheepishly. “It does.”

“I like you too.” You admitted. “Of course I like you too. But I already told you, that kiss was just a joke. It was just for the fans.”

“I know.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “It just shook my confidence, you know? I figured if he wanted you too, I didn’t stand a chance.”

“I don’t want him.” You assured him. “I want you.”

Toms lips curved into a smile, a proud look coming across his face. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I never should have yelled at you.” He said quietly as he stared at your hands. “I just hated that he got to kiss you before I did.”

“I get that.” You nodded. “But you can’t flip out and yell at me when you get a little jealous. You have to be okay with me being close to other people.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I got so jealous.” He shook his head at himself. “I’m not that guy. I don’t want you thinking that’s who I am.”

“I know who you are.” You leaned over the table and tilted his chin so he would look at you. “Why do you think I like you as much as I do?”

“I like hearing you say that.” He mumbled, keeping his eyes on your lips.

“I like saying it.” You smirked at him as you began to lean in.

Before your lips could touch, his phone buzzed, making both of you jump. Tom sighed and picked up his phone to see what the interruption was.

“Shoot. That’s Rachel.” He frowned. “She wants me down at hair and makeup. Can we talk about this later? This is really important to me and I don’t want to rush it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. “Go get your hair done. We’ll talk later.”

Tom gave you an apologetic smile before getting up and putting his cup in the sink. He moved to the door but you stood up.

“Tom, wait.” You called, quickly walking to where he was. You put your hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting it linger until you felt his cheeks heat up.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You told him, making him feel better about missing out on the kiss. He smiled softly and nodded before leaving the hotel room. You left to get your own hair and makeup done, an idea forming in your mind as you sat in your chair.

After getting hair and makeup done, you walked down to the lobby and went into one of the conference rooms. You saw the rest of the cast standing in a circle and went up to to them.

“There she is.” Anthony clapped as you walked up to the group. “Mrs. Evans.”

“Don’t start with that. You’re just mad it wasn’t you I was kissing out there.” You teased him, making him laugh.

“Maybe. I have a feeling I know who else is mad.” He said as he nodded his head to gesture to something behind you. You turned around and saw Tom approaching, a smile taking over your features at the sight of him. He gave you a knowing look and stood next to you as he joined the group.

“Hey guys.” He greeted, shooting Chris a quick look.

“There you are.” You smiled a little before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into a kiss. You felt his wide eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling you as he closed his eyes. He stepped forward to get closer to you before bringing his hand to face. The cast exchanged knowing looks right before you pulled away, a smile on both of your faces.

“Woah. When did that happen?” Scarlett nudged you.

“I thought it’d been happening for a while.” Anthony snorted. “Was I the only one?”

“No, I definitely saw something there. That’s why I was so surprised about yesterday.” Chris chuckled. You felt Tom tense up when he mentioned it, so you gave him a look. He relaxed and nodded, reminding himself he had nothing to be jealous of.

“I was surprised too.” He said, keeping his tone playful. “So don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.” Chris held up his hands. “Dodger and I are very happen on our own. He’s not willing to share me with anyone.”

“He and I have that in common then.” Tom said as draped his arm around your shoulders.

“Whats that?” You asked as you looked at Tom. He gave you a soft smile before pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t like to share.”

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Pairing: chenle x reader Genre: friends to lovers AU, fluff, mature content Length: 6.4k Summary: When Chenle invites you on a last minute trip to his family’s home in China, you’re excited at the prospect of a small vacation and about spending time with your crush. Surprisingly, Chenle’s extended family is there as well, and a series of events quickly awaken something new in both of you. Warnings/Details: female reader, explicit sex (breeding kink, unprotected sex [please stay safe], creampie) disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. the characters and events are not a reflection of reality or meant to offend in anyway.

“What do you mean you can’t come? We were talking about this literally last night, and not even 12 hours later, you can’t come?!” Chenle practically screams into his phone as he stuffs random pants and shirts into his open suitcase. “Explain yourself, Park.”

“My mom suddenly wants me to come home.” Jisung sounds apologetic and slightly timid, “She said she’s cooking dinner tonight for our family and if I’m not at the table she’ll cut my tongue off. I know she won’t actually do it, but... I don’t want to test it.”

Chenle sighs, sounding bothered by this predicament, but Jisung knows his best friend isn’t going to be that sad about his absence. It’s not like Jisung has never been to Chenle’s house in China, and although he loves the place, he knows this won’t be the last opportunity for him to fly there. When Chenle sighs once more, this time just to be annoying and show how irritated he is, Jisung speaks again.

“Don’t be like that. You love visiting your family, just think of it as an opportunity to spend more time with them.” Jisung hears Chenle fall onto his bed on the other side of the line.

“I do love to visit, but my whole family is either younger than nine or older than thirty-five. I just want someone that’s my age to be with me if I feel lonely.” Jisung pouts at that. Chenle is an outgoing person and loves to be around the people he’s comfortable with, so hearing that he gets lonely without his best friend makes Jisung’s heart hurt a bit. However, an idea suddenly pops into his head.

“Hey, you actually do have another friend our age, and I bet she would love to go to China with you.” At the mention of a ‘she,’ the only ‘she’ both Chenle and Jisung know at the moment who would want to hang out, Chenle sits up straighter on his bed and his heart rate speeds up.

“Oh, ___?” He tries to sound nonchalant, “I’m not sure. She would be meeting my family, won’t she think that’s weird? And what if she feels uncomfortable? It’s not like she can just go home—”

“There are lots of what if’s, Chenle. All I know is that she finished her finals and is on break, and probably deserves a small vacation for her hard work.” Jisung pushes, suddenly excited that he can’t come on the trip if it means Chenle can get closer to you. “Just ask her. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“If she says no, it will hurt my pride. So, that’s a lie.”

“Chenle.” Jisung replies flatly.

“Fine, fine, I’ll ask.” Chenle plays with the hem of his shirt, thinking about how nervous he got over this trip just by adding you into the equation. With some last goodbyes and a promise that Chenle will update Jisung about everything that happens this weekend, the call ends. Chenle fidgets through his phone, procrastinating calling you, but when every single app is checked and there is only the phone icon staring back at him, Chenle sighs and finds your contact, pressing the call button.

After meeting you through Jisung, you and Chenle quickly became close friends. You’re both easy-going, prefer staying up late at night, and okay with being lazy at home, so hanging out together is easy to do. It also doesn’t hurt that you’ll eat literally anything Chenle cooks, boosting his pride tenfold when you praise him endlessly for his cooking. Actually, one night at his house after he made dinner and you shared a bottle of wine on the rooftop of his house while looking at the night sky, wishing the light pollution didn’t erase all the stars, that’s when he figured it out.

You’re important to Chenle. So, so important.

He knows he has feelings for you, and that he cares about you deeply. He is aware of your presence whenever you’re in the same room and gets that longing feeling in his stomach when your attention is taken away from him. There is no doubt that Chenle is in the middle of falling head over heels for you, but he always feels the need to keep a few steps back.

He walks on a tightrope, on one end is friendship and on the other is love, and he’s stuck in the middle. You’ve given him hints of attraction and subtle nuances in your words that could possibly mean you have feelings for him as well, but nothing concrete enough that gives Chenle the confidence to walk further along the tightrope.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip can bring you two closer to the end of this balance beam.

“A trip?” Chenle hears excitement in your voice after he explains what happened with Jisung, and he feels hopeful, “That sounds like fun!”

“Great. I’ll pick you up in three hours.” Chenle feels giddy and nervous at the same time, his leg bouncing up and down to portray all of his feelings.

“Oka— Wait. Three hours?”

“Bye!” Chenle abruptly ends the call before you can ask anything else or change your mind, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed. He takes a few deep breaths and then stands up, continuing to pack his things. This time with more skip in his step that’s fueled by the promise of your presence with him for the whole weekend.

It’s already nearing 6pm when you arrive in Shanghai. You follow Chenle closely as he leads you through the airport, looking really confident about every turn he makes as he weaves through the busy and tired looking people. However, you’re both thrown off your path when a large window on your right catches your eye, the night view of the city of Shanghai making you stop in your tracks and swerve to take a closer look.

Your hands smudge the clean windows as you lean in and stare at the enormous city, the sparkling lights and tall buildings look like you just took a flight to the future, not just a few hours south.

“It’s pretty…” You trail off, not really talking to anyone in particular. Chenle, who followed you to the window and also stares at the view from beside you, smiles at the comment.

“You like it?”

“It’s amazing…” You sound like you’re in a daze, which makes Chenle smile wider.

“I should show you the view from the balcony in my room. It’s ridiculous.” Chenle nods and gives the view one more glance over. His words bring you back to reality, making you shiver.

In Chenle’s bedroom… where so many things other than watching the night sky can happen.

You heat up in embarrassment at the dirty thoughts, yelling at yourself in your head for thinking like that when Chenle probably meant it in the most innocent way.

“We should probably get going..” Chenle seems completely oblivious to your predicament, yawning as he turns around and continues walking through the airport. You follow him, lightly biting the inside of your cheek as your previous thoughts fly through your mind again.

The Shanghai airport is crowded, almost over-crowded. After traveling further through the airport, it gets hard to follow Chenle’s leather bucket hat that bobs through the sea of people and you have to grip onto his backpack so that you don’t lose him. He feels the sudden weight on his bag, turning around to see you struggling.

His hand finds yours, making you release the grip on his zippers and instead intertwine with his fingers, turning to look forward and once again leading you to baggage claim. Your hands start to sweat and you feel embarrassed, but Chenle doesn’t seem to mind as he squeezes your fingers softly and glances back at you to make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t let go of your hand until your luggage arrives, and when he does release your hold, you feel very cold and empty from the lack of Chenle’s touch.

“Mom, I’m home!” Chenle yells into his house, dragging his suitcase behind him and taking off his shoes, “I brought a friend.” You both leave your things at the door and Chenle hands you some slippers, then you follow him through the house in search of his mother. You find her in the kitchen, stove on and several pots and pans cooking food at once.

“Chenle!” She exclaims after seeing her son, and then her eyes fall on you.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You politely greet her, slightly unsure of what her reaction to you will be.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be bringing your girlfriend here.” She laughs gleefully and leaves the stove to come closer, almost jumping on the tile floors over to you.

“Oh, we’re n-” You begin, but Chenle cuts you off.

“Jisung couldn’t come, so I brought ___ here instead. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine,” She smiles, which makes you relax a bit, “You’ve never brought anyone here other than Jisung, I was beginning to think you don’t know anyone other than him.”

It’s your turn to laugh, covering your mouth as you glance at Chenle to see him roll his eyes with a sour look on his face. Before he can retaliate, his mom cuts him off.

“Well, since you’re here, could you set the table? I’m running late on dinner and I need extra hands. Get out eleven plates and those high chairs we keep in the closet.” She quickly makes her way back to the stove after warmly rubbing your arm, moving faster than your eyes can follow as she adjusts spices and stirs.

“Why so many?” Chenle asks.

“Your aunts and uncles are coming over today.” At that information, you turn to face Chenle with an unsure look painted on your face.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” You step closer to him and whisper, “If you’re having a family dinner, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Of course it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.” Chenle gently grabs your shoulders and turns you around, forcing you to walk out of the kitchen and back into the foyer. You collect your luggage and head upstairs.

Chenle’s house has an impressive three stories with several bedrooms, an office, and a lounge room in the top two floors and the rest of the important rooms on the first floor. You didn’t see much of the backyard, but you caught sight of several trees that surround the house, making the area more private. Considering this place is close to the city, you’re amazed at how all of this belongs to Chenle and his family.

His room is on the third floor, and you take a look inside when he sets down his things on his bed. The balcony he mentioned earlier is covered with long white curtains and his bed is wide, taking up a good chunk of space. On the other side of the room, a TV hangs on the wall and there are several gaming consoles hooked up. Overall, a normal guy’s room.

“You’re next door…” He mumbles and leads you to the room next to his. The layout is a mirrored version of his room, only the balcony is replaced with large windows and the room is more generic looking rather than lived-in like Chenle’s. You set your things down and glance out of the window; you’re met with the canopy of trees that grow in his backyard.

“And your bathroom is right here,” Chenle’s voice brings you back to the room, showing you inside the bathroom, “And if you need anything, my room is right through here.” He opens a door in the bathroom to reveal his room on the other side. You nod and walk over to the bed, plopping down on the soft covers.

“Your house is amazing. I feel like I’m staying at a fancy AirBnB… but I don’t have to pay for it and there’s a family staying here too.” You both laugh at that, but your comment has you questioning your stay here some more.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to be here? I don’t want to take your time away from family.” You bite your lip and look up at Chenle, looking for his honest answer. You’d hate for Chenle to not spend all the time he can with his family while he’s here, considering he can’t visit often.

“I am 100% sure that you’re okay to stay here. I think everyone will l-love you.” Chenle clears his throat after his stutter, hoping you wouldn’t question his sudden nerves surrounding the topic of love.

“Okay.” You nod and rub your hands over your thighs to rid yourself of anxiety. You only keep asking because you hate to be an intrusion. But if Chenle is sure that your presence here is okay, then you’re going to enjoy this vacation to the best of your abilities.

“You get settled, I’ll go help my mom. I’ll get you when dinner is ready.” Chenle turns around to leave the room, but you stop him.

“Oh, I can help. It’s the least I can do, and it seems like there’s a lot to get ready.”

“But you’re a guest—”

“I don’t mind.” You smile and leave the room first, looking over your shoulder as if to beckon him to try and stop you. Chenle doesn’t, partially because he wants to spend any second he can with you, even if it’s just setting the dinner table. But he also doesn’t stop you because that would mean grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back, and Chenle almost had a heart attack at the airport the first time he did that. Thinking back on it, the action felt natural but it still startled him, and he can’t get the feeling of how your soft hands feel in his own out of his head.

“Hey, wait up! You’ll get lost.” Chenle calls out and quickly follows you out of the room.

Chenle’s family loves you. In fact, Chenle thinks they love you just a little too much.

From his mom cooing at you as you help Chenle properly set the table to his aunts and uncles endlessly talking about your hobbies and school, it seems like you’re the life of the party tonight. However, that’s not what catches Chenle’s eye.

As he’s carrying some drinks to his dad and uncles who decided to sit outside after eating, Chenle passes by the living room to see you and his nieces and nephews playing. You’re reading a book to one of the younger kids while the others are coloring next to you and constantly showing you their art, seeking your approval or ideas on what they should draw next. Chenle’s two older nephews are playing tag around the table, and overall it’s just a whole ruckus. Chenle only has a chance to glance into the room for a second before continuing his trip outside to deliver the drinks.

As he’s coming back in, he’s startled by his older nephews who took their game of tag out into the hallway, almost running into Chenle.

“Woah, woah, woah. You shouldn’t be running in the hallway, get back in the living room.” Chenle ushers the boys back and once all of them are in the living room, he shuts the doors completely to keep anyone from going back out. His eyes land on you, you’re in the same position as you were before, but now you look up at Chenle and give him a warm smile while patting the spot next to you.

Chenle sits with his legs crossed while facing the same direction as you, looking over his niece's artwork and complimenting their scribbling, and then leaning back against the couch to mirror your position.

“I guess it’s more fun to play with the kids than with the adults?” Chenle asks, making your attention move from the TV screen where a kid’s movie is playing to meet Chenle’s eyes.

“Don’t you find it fun to play with kids? I think there’s never a dull moment with these guys.” You laugh and motion around the room as if to make your point.

“So, you like kids?” Chenle asks.

“Yes, a lot.” You nod, watching him look away and nod at your words. “What about you?”

“My nieces and nephews are… a bit too wild for me.” He admits, “But I like kids. I would like to have my own kids in the future.” Chenle speaks without really thinking about his words, just talking to you about anything is nice. When he realizes what he said at the end, his eyes glance over at you to gage your reaction.

“Same here. There’s some special sort of happiness that comes with having kids. I see it all the time on mothers’ faces, and I always wonder what it feels like. I bet you can’t really find that kind of feeling anywhere else in the world.” You muse, and Chenle quickly agrees with your sentiment, involuntarily gulping as the thoughts in his head rampage.

Could you get anymore perfect for him?

You look down at your thigh, for some reason not being able to look at Chenle in the eye. “I think… You’ll be a really good father, Chenle.”

Just from your simple words, Chenle’s heart begins to pound in his ears and warmth spreads through his chest. He watches you shyly look up at him, not being able to do anything but stare at you for fear of his body moving without his control.

“Can you please read again.” His youngest niece breaks the staring contest between you two with her question, pulling your gaze away from him. When your attention is on his niece, he quietly slips out of the room and stumbles up the stairs to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He paces around his bed, his hands running through his hair as he tries to figure out

what just happened. You said you like kids. You said you would like kids in the future. You also said you think Chenle would make a good father. Are you purely giving him compliments or… could you be hinting at something else?

Why does Chenle feel like his heart might explode any second if he keeps thinking about you. On second thought, he looks down, his pants might be the thing that explodes. Chenle sighs, slightly embarrassed that he got hard by just thinking about you.

You looked so cute playing with his nieces and nephews, so kind and genuinely warm hearted to them that it melted Chenle’s heart. He wants to see it again. He wants to see you reading a book to them and changing your voice for every character, listening intently as they tell you story after story, rubbing their backs gently as they color.

Chenle wants to see you like that with his kids.

His own thought scares him a bit, and he sits down on his bed while trying to calm his breathing. He’s even more surprised at the shot of pleasure that runs through him at his own idea. He feels his stomach turn pleasantly at the thought of a little you and him running around, you showing your love to both Chenle and your child.

Warmth grows in Chenle's heart; he wants it so bad.

He can imagine the picture so clearly in his head that it hurts him to think about it, since he knows he’s far from that point in his life. That doesn’t stop him from getting turned on, though. He digs the heel of his palms into his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to think of something —anything— else. Why is it that whenever you’re around, he can’t think of anything, but whenever you’re not around, he can only think of you?

‘It’s useless’ he sighs, scooting up on his bed and moving his bedsheets away.

Sitting against his head board, Chenle grips his sheets in one hand and his other slides down his stomach, tickling him slightly, and over his crotch. Swallowing thickly, he closes his eyes and focuses on his warm hand stimulating his member. He can’t help but let out a soft sigh at his own teasing, but soon has had enough and quickly pushes down his pants and boxers to let his dick spring out. Using some precum that glistens as it runs down the side of his dick, he starts pumping his shaft, eventually getting fully hardened.

His wrist turns every time he reaches the end of a pump and he slides down the headboard as his eyes flutter from the pleasure. Chenle is good at staying quiet thanks to the years of practice in his full house, but he can’t help the whines he emits every so often when his fingers move over his tip.

But soon, Chenle turns frustrated. He’s doing all the things he knows his body likes, but his orgasm is just too far away still. He becomes impatient, starting to shift his hips around and rub his length faster as sweat builds on his forehead, but it only hurts his wrist and makes him itch for his orgasm more.

Every time Chenle thinks of you while getting off, he feels a bit guilty.

He hopes you don’t mind it, but you hold a place in his heart and Chenle is very attracted to you, it’s impossible to think of anyone else when he’s in this position. So, Chenle takes a breather, and when he continues his stroking, he thinks about your tiny hand replacing his instead. His eyes immediately roll to the back of his head and he finds it hard to keep himself sitting up.

Chenle’s head is tilted back, his jaw dropping open bit by bit as he moves on to thinking about your warmth mouth around his cock, the way your face would look as you glance up at him and kiss up his thighs before sliding his member through your lips again.

Chenle has to shove the duvet he has been gripping into his mouth to stop the moan that almost leaves his throat, his eyes screwing shut as he imagines how good your wet pussy would feel around his dick, sliding in and out as you chase your own release. He loses composure when he imagines what your pants and moans would sound like in that situation, what your nails would feel like gripping onto his shoulder for dear life, and what the flesh of your hips and waist would feel like under Chenle’s hands as he drives you harder onto his cock.

Chenle eventually starts thrusting his hips up into his hand, desperately chasing his high to the very highest peak. Chenle has thought about you many times while jerking himself off, but this time around, the thing that makes him tip over the edge is the thought of his cum shooting into you. He lets himself fall into the pleasure, seeing stars at the thought of his seed filling you up. He milks himself as strings of cum land on his thighs and pants, going to the very last stroke until it almost feels painful.

He limply falls over on his bed, breathing heavy and ears slightly ringing from the intensity he brought upon himself. When the feeling goes away he opens his eyes and listens to the sounds of the commotion downstairs, his mom and aunties playing with the kids, and the cars that drive by outside his balcony. When he looks over at the bathroom door, his heart drops all the way to his stomach and his head turns fuzzy from panic.

You’re right there.

Maybe you think he doesn’t see you, half hidden by his bathroom door, but he sees your hand resting on the handle and he hears your heavy breaths all the way from across the room. A part of him wants to dig himself into the covers and never come back out, but he pushes that embarrassment away so he can think clearly. You’re just standing there, no doubt just saw him come, why aren’t you leaving?

“___,” Chenle calls out, his voice lower than you expected and making you flinch behind the door. “Come here.” He says it softly, but in a demanding tone, so you open the door all the way and look at him. A mess of sheets surrounds him and his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat, all of this is illuminated by the dim moonlight coming from the balcony. Taking small steps to him, you don’t know what to do with your hands or where to look, but Chenle makes it easy when he pulls you down on the bed next to him.

“Did you like what you saw?” His question startles you, “Tell me the truth.” He adds on. You nod, a question of your own coming to mind.

“Why did you say my name when you were doing… that?” Chenle’s eyes widen, not aware of your name slipping through his lips. “Tell me the truth.” You say back at him.

Something in Chenle tells him that things won’t be the same way between you two after tonight no matter how he tries to amend this situation, so he thinks he might as well take it as far as you’ll let him.

He leans into you slowly, lips sliding past your cheek and teasing the skin there, stopping to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Because I was thinking of you, why else?” He likes how you shiver, he likes seeing the goosebumps on your shoulder from his words. Scraping up as much courage as he can, he leans all the way in and places a hot kiss below your earlobe. He waits for you to push him away, but you only grab onto the front of his shirt for leverage, so Chenle continues. He presses slow and open-mouthed kisses down your neck, almost too slow, until he reaches your shoulder where he bites down gently, raising a sharp gasp out of you.

You push him away and look at his eyes. Chenle is afraid that you’ll tell him to stop because this surely means he screwed up, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the next words that come out of your mouth.

“Tell me what you were thinking about. I’ll make your dreams into reality.”

Chenle’s jaw drops slowly at that, looking over your face for any signs of a joke. But fire burns in your eyes and the hand that’s holding onto his shirt pulls him in, lips crashing together in your very first kiss.

It’s hot, the room and the kiss and the way your hand falls down to chest and stomach to reach his dick, once again twitching from just the slight sting your nails give him as they travel across his body, not to mention the way your tongue slides into his mouth, exploring every corner. The kiss is wet and messy, but neither of you care right now.

“Was it like this? Hm?” You pull away while tilting your head, somehow looking innocent as you start to pump his dick, the same way he did not too long ago. Chenle shakes his head, pushing on your shoulder to get you to sit on the floor. As you slide onto your knees Chenle grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, wiping his hands on it, and throwing it behind him, not caring about how dirty it will be after.

When he looks down at you between his legs, your little hands moving his pants and boxers all the way down his legs, he thinks he must be dreaming. It has to be fake, you look too good with his spit covering your lips and your hands spread out on his thighs, looking up at him curiously as if to ask for what he wants next. This has to be a dream, but when he feels your soft hair bunching up in his hand and the first touch of your puffy lips on his sensitive tip, he knows this is anything but a dream.

He’s all too excited when his hips push up into your mouth and his hand tightens in your hair. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t help how good you’re making him feel. His toes curl, his mouth releases little whimpers and pleas filled with your name, probably the most vocal he has been in his entire life.

You don’t mind the roughness from him, you like it actually, the wetness building in your core proof of that. The sight above you, Chenle’s head tilted back and the outline of his abs flexing every time your tongue swirls around his dick is more than enough to get you heated, desperate for some friction between your legs. Just when you think Chenle is going to cum, he pulls you away from him, surprising you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, suddenly afraid you did something wrong. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut hard enough that the dimples under his eyes come out. He lets you stand up, but grabs the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him.

“I should be good to you, I can’t let you sit on the floor and suck my dick all night, as much as I would like that.” That makes you chuckle a bit. Chenle smiles, moving your shirt up and peppering kisses over your stomach, right above your waistband. You remove your shirt, feeling Chenle’s hands play with the buttons and zipper of your pants.

“What’s next?” You ask after he slowly slides your pants off of your legs and throws them behind you. He looks at you, his eyes conveying how nervous he feels by your question. He’s not sure how you would feel about the next part of his fantasy.

“Can I come in you?” He asks so fast that you almost don’t register his words, but when you do your eyebrows quirk up. When you don’t say anything, Chenle continues, “I know this is kind of wild for our first time together, but I promise I’m clean and—”

“Sure.” Chenle shuts up at that, his eyes wide as he tries to read your face through the lack of good lighting. “I trust you. Do you trust me?” When Chenle nods, you climb onto his lap, your lips meeting again in a softer kiss than before. You grip the strands of his hair in the back of his head as you gently sit down on his thighs. Chenle immediately grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and hips against hips so that you can feel his dick pressing against your center, raising a strangled gasp out of you.

Chenle takes that moment to slide his tongue in your mouth, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you against him while his other hand moves your hips against his own. His dick rubs against your center, the slickness that has seeped through your underwear making Chenle shake with pleasure. He kisses down your neck and chest to leave hickies on the top of your breasts while continuing to grind up into you, starting to feel obsessed with how you sound every time his dick rubs against your clit.

You’re in the middle of taking off your bra when his hand that was moving your hips moves to your front as he runs two fingers over your covered slit. It surprises you and you let out a moan, forgetting about your bra and covering your mouth to stop yourself from getting any louder. He moves your panties to the side and slides one finger in to test the waters, you clench around him instantly and sigh in relief at how he curls his finger in you.

“Relax,” He mutters and removes your bra all the way for you, his hand once again finding a palace at your waist to steady you on top of him, “I got you. You’re safe with me.” He mumbles against your shoulder between kisses as you get adjusted on top of him. Your nails that were gripping into his shoulders relax a bit, and he adds a second finger to stretch you out some more. Your shaky breath tickles Chenle’s ears when he does so, but eventually you start grinding down on his fingers.

Chenle takes a moment to watch you grind onto his hand, your eyes shut as you’re completely lost in your own pleasure. You even look pretty like this, how is that fair? Chenle can’t help but express his feelings in the form of kisses over any part of your skin he can reach. You’re pretty sure he has kissed everywhere by the time he pulls his fingers away, making you turn your attention on him.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He gives you one last chance to back out, but you nod your head in agreement, your head cloudy from pleasure and your whole body begging for him to fuck you already. He nods too, guiding his dick into your hole and letting you slide down him inch by inch. Every move downward sends his mind blank and his stomach tightening, watching how he disappears into you and twitching from how tight you are. You keep clenching around him and it’s driving him completely insane. He leans back on his hands, breathing deeply to keep himself under control.

When you’re sat all the way down, Chenle takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together to place your hand against his cheek. You’re not sure if he even realizes he does this since his eyes are still shut in pleasure, but the gesture makes you smile a bit.

When Chenle thrusts up into you, your smile drops. Fuck, that feels good.

Chenle releases your hand and instead takes a hold of your hips keeping you steady as he thrusts up into you in a steady rhythm, drawing out unstoppable groans and moans from both of you, not caring about who’s hearing you two. His hips slap against yours with every move, sending you closer and closer to your high as you hold onto each other. When he stops for a moment, no doubt tired from all of the work, you continue to roll your hips against his.

“Ah—” He groans at your movements, “Oh my god, ___, don’t stop.” He moans. If you thought Chenle’s singing voice sounded heavenly, then you think the voice he used to moan your name might be out of this world, filled with so much feeling and lust that you don’t think he can even register what he’s saying anymore.

You feel your orgasm approaching all too fast, and when Chenle’s hips start to move again, you think he might be close too. That’s when you lean into his ear, the same way he did to you when he started all of this just a while ago.

“Come in me, Chenle.” You beg him, and his hips move faster, the grip he has on your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises. You can’t think about it right now, though, as his cock moves in and out of you mercilessly and your name tumbles out of his lips once again.

Your orgasm breaks open throughout you, spreading like a wildfire through your nerves. You’re sure you can feel Chenle all over you and all around you as you come, pleasure filling you up from your head to your toes. As your muscles flutter around him, Chenle lets go too, white and hot springs of his sperm shoot into you. He continues to fuck it into you, slowing down when he feels both of you almost topple over from fatigue.

He slowly lays down in his bed, careful when he rolls you to the side. Sliding his dick out, he watches his white seed flow out of your pussy and down your thigh, his lips opening in awe and surprise at how much he likes the sight.

“Are you okay?” He asks, suddenly realizing the redness around your hips and waist from his own hands.

“Oh, I’m great. I’m wonderful, actually.” You sigh out, your eyes closed as you are still trying to get over the orgasm Chenle gave you. Your words make him chuckle, a bit of cockiness peaking through.

“Huh, I guess I’m that good, yeah?” Chenle makes sure to send you a closed lip smile, and you peak an eye open to hit him gently against the arm before retracting and falling limp again, both of you not able to control your bubbling laughter.

Chenle always imagined what the other side of the balance beam would look like— how it would feel like. Now, as he looks at your messy hair, your shining skin under the moonlight, and your quiet mumbles about random things as you cuddle under the blanket, he thinks it may feel just like this.

Later, after you and Chenle cleaned up a bit and got situated under the covers with you laying your head on his shoulder and him tracing stars, hearts, and the Chinese characters of his name on your back, Chenle gets a phone call.

“Hey, how are you? How’s it going with ___?” Jisung asks on the other side. Once you hear his voice, you perk up and tilt your head to look at Chenle with a raised eyebrow.

“Everything’s good, really good, actually. How’s your family?” Chenle asks back, stopping his tracing for a second to flick your forehead gently, making you slightly scowl at him.

“Good, my mom didn’t cut my tongue off, as you can probably tell.” Chenle lets some air out of his nose in the form of laughter at Jisung’s joke.

“So, why did you call?” Chenle hums into the phone, burying himself closer to you under the covers.

“Don’t you remember? You said you would update me on anything that happens while you’re over there. Did something happen?” Jisung asks and Chenle can’t contain his smile as he answers.

“Park Jisung, I’m so glad you couldn’t come this weekend.”

“What? What does that mean—”

“I’m hanging up now.” Chenle ends the call, throwing his phone somewhere on the bed and wrapping his arm around you, cuddling closer to you and finally falling asleep.

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catintheruemorgue · 3 years

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annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Curiosity Killed The Cat ~ LMH & LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.9K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader x Felix

GENRE: consensual smut, Hitman au, mentions of death, assisnation, bombings, blood, face riding, oral, threesome, M/F/M, after care, no protection

A/N: Please I had so much fun with this! I love writing AU’s so much!!! 🥺🥰💗 Hope this is okay for you my lovely little anon!

"If you don't stop tapping that pen I'm going to shove it so far down your neck you'll whistle when you breathe," Minho growled in Felix's direction as they sat together in an old beat-up car. All Felix had done for the last four hours was tap and click the pen over and over again deciding that he was single-handedly going to be the one driving force that made Minho want to quit his job.

"I don't see anything else to do," Felix countered as he stared back at his partner who simply glared at him before looking out of the window again. It was a stupid idea to stake out a university it looked suspicious that two men were waiting in a car outside but it was the bosses orders. Stake out the school and wait for the suspect to come out but it felt creepy. Although it was a university and most of the students were their age it was strange to them both.

"Have we actually seen him go in?" The truth was no one had seen the guy that they were after in almost seven months, he was good at hiding which was why he was nicknamed "The Chameleon," something Minho hated. Why give the bad guy a name it was only going to boost the ego even more.

"He's supposedly acting as a student," Minho handed the folder over to Felix keeping his eyes on the door, the Chameleon could walk out right under your nose and no one would have an idea it was him.

"Why a student? Surely it would be feeling for him to be a teacher," Felix flicked through the folder the guy was a serial bomber that his company had been after for years. He'd killed almost over 100 people with no remorse whatsoever. It was as if the guy was a robot, he didn't care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted, not that anyone knew what that was. His clues were always so vague. One thing for sure, it wasn't money that he was after.

The government had tried to pay him to stop the needless killings only for the guy to blow the bag up in the middle of the street.

"Easier to hide...Won't be so obvious when things go missing around the school...The student we're looking at fits his usual MO." Minho sighed taking a deep breath and looking at Felix for the first time in an hour. It was beginning to worry him the closer the two of them got to catching the guy. Their job wasn't a simple catch him and arrest him, no, they were the last resort. Kill him on sight as soon as they know, without a shadow of a doubt that it's him. Assassins or as they were better known as now, Hitmen.

"Transfers in the middle of the year, things from the science department go missing and then there's the-" Right as Minho was about to explain that there were constant fire drills the alarm began to blare out through the school.

"Those," He mumbled staring back over at the double-doored exit from the school. There was no use sitting at the entrance when they knew he liked to hide from everyone, if he was the one doing this they needed to find him and quickly before anyone else got hurt.

"Another drill?" You mumbled looking to your left to see your best friend Mina smirking at you, you rolled your eyes knowing why she was so happy. Thanks to the fire alarm she was going to get out of her final exam and pass it no matter what,

"It wouldn't surprise me if you were the one pulling them," You mumbled sarcastically as you pulled your satchel over your shoulder, looking around for her so-called boyfriend.

"What did you do? Get Farara to pull it?" You teased as you jabbed your elbow into her side, walking out into the courtyard and taking in a deep breath,

"You need to relax, we've just finished exams and you're still studying," Mina rolled her eyes at you, it was always the same with her. She wanted you to let your hair down and relax while you wanted to focus on things that were important to you, like actually passing your course.

"I have another two years to go, you're done. I'm just getting started." You reminded her as you looked around, you loved Mina with all of your heart but since meeting Farara she seemed to be getting in trouble more. Not only with the university but with the police. Just last week you'd been called down to the station to bail her out because she was caught driving around in a stolen car with enough products to set a whole house on fire.

"Take a year off, come with me and Farara to England. He's going to take me away and spend time with his family." The more you heard about the guy the more worry began to grow inside of you. She'd hardly known him and yet she was planning to run away to a different country with him,

"What does he even do for a living? To get all of this money?" You questioned hoping she wouldn't get too annoyed with you asking her about him. It seemed as though whenever you asked questions she would get pissed at you, claiming that you were just trying to poke holes in their "relationship,"

"What does it matter?" She stared at you with a disgusted look on her face,

"Hey, baby!" A voice cried out as a pair of strong-looking arms wrapped around Mina.

"Snuckums!" She practically squealed making you jump as she turned around and began making out with him grotesquely in front of everyone.

"That's my cue to leave," You said loud enough for them to hear, turning to head home to your dorms when Mina grabbed your arm.

"Party tonight. Come with us," She begged looking at you with pleading eyes, as you were about to decline Farara scoffed at the thought of it.

"Y/n? At a party, don't make me laugh. She's the party pooper baby, she doesn't know how to have fun." For some reason, the anger bubbled up inside of you and it seemed to annoy you more. If Mina had been the one to say it it wouldn't have bothered you as much but from him, you wanted to prove him wrong.

"I'll be there. Text me the details," You smiled smugly in his direction but he just seemed to smirk, it made you feel uneasy to see him smirking at you like that.

"This will be great! A going-away party right baby!?" Mina squealed before making out with him once again.

After spending almost four hours trying to pick something to wear you finally felt ready to go and headed straight to the party. It was at the frat house Farara had been living in since he got to the university. The whole walk over from your dorms you could have sworn someone was following you along.

"Glad you could join us, take this." Mina handed you a drink and then laid a flower necklace around you before disappearing into the house leaving you alone.

The whole house seemed to be partying hard, loud music was blaring for different speakers each of which was playing a different song. People were already yelling and dancing drunkenly along the floor and not to mention someone throwing up in a flower pot.

"You came pretty late, didn't think you were going to show," Farara smirked once he caught sight of you in the kitchen. You hummed before putting down the cup Mina had given to you, there was no way you were going to drink that night. Not unless it was water at least. You didn't know anyone besides Mina and she was clearly preoccupied with other things.

"We have juice boxes in the basement," Farara joked earning a laugh from someone else in the kitchen but Mina pushed him softly.

"Leave Y/n alone, she came and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go dance." She pulled you straight into the living room without giving you a chance to answer her.

"Isn't this fun?! I'm so sad you never got to have parties all year," She pouted at you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she swayed in time to whatever song she heard first. The mixture of the songs and stench alcohol all starting to hurt your head the longer that you stood there but you were at least going to wait an hour before heading home.

"What the fuck are we doing?" Minho mumbled as he stared down at the jeans and shirt he was wearing, Felix had dressed in the same outfit only a different coloured shirt. When Felix suggested going to the party Minho didn't think he meant actually attending it.

"We're blending in." He chuckled laying one of the flower necklaces around Minho's neck who stared at him with a filthy look the moment it touched his chest.

"What better way to find out information than going to the people that know the guy." It still didn't make Minho feel any better about being at some kind of dumb University frat party. Everyone was drunk and drooling over one another except for the girl that they had followed over, you.

"Look," Minho nudged Felix and nodded in your direction as they watched you heading for the bathroom alone. You stood out amongst the rest, instead of dancing or drinking you were simply looking for a bathroom and keeping your head down. They only knew about the party because they'd overheard you and Mina talking about it earlier that day.

"She looks like she could be here to help, we saw them speaking with one another earlier," Minho reminded Felix but he shook his head,

"She does look like she wants to be here, they didn't look like they liked one another." Minho shrugged his shoulders as he thought back on it,

"All good acting," The two of them weren't sure if Farara had a partner this time but in all of his other bombings, he had someone. Someone who would take the fall for him, usually the good girl gone bad once they met him and fell for his traps. Promising them a life of happiness in another country, planning everything out so it would seem as though he truly loved and cared for them when he didn't.

"I'm just saying we find The Chemelon, take care of business and leave," Felix whispered as they made their way through to the kitchen when they saw him. A loud laugh spread through the air that physically sent shivers down their spines, watching as he left out of the kitchen door and down the back garden.

"Follow him," They said in unison as they headed out of the same door, keeping their heads down as they tried to see what it was he was doing.

Stepping out onto the back porch you took in a long deep breath of the cold air, it felt nice to have it circulating through you instead of the stuffy air from inside. Mina had begged you to stay once she caught you trying to leave, making you promise her that you wouldn't go anywhere until she found Farara who had run off leaving her in charge of the party. In your mind, he was out fucking someone else since he seemed like a player but you weren't about to tell one of your best friends that.

The longer you stood there the more you wanted to go home but as you looked down at the end of the garden you frowned. Inside the small shed, there was a flashing light coming through the window and you could have sworn you heard someone grunting.

"I swear to god if this is Farara I'll murder him," You mumbled to yourself as you began to walk towards the building. All you were going to do was look through the window, if it was him you'd find Mina and tell her. If it wasn't him you'd just act as though you hadn't seen anything but the closer you got the more uneasy you began to grow. Something inside of you was telling you to turn back but you weren't about to let your friend get cheated on by some good for nothing low-life.

"Tell us what you're planning and maybe we'll let you off easy," Felix whispered in Farara's ear from behind him. They'd followed him out and found him packing up a suitcase which meant the bombing was sooner than expected from him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," The boy stuttered as he stared between the two men in front of him, both of them had guns on display to intimidate him into speaking. As if being strapped into a chair with garden rope wasn't scary enough for him.

"Look, we know who you are. Just tell us where the bomb is," As soon as the word bomb left Minho's mouth he heard a gasp and branch snap from outside the shed. His eyes met with Felix and he nodded over to the side door where Felix could easily get out without being seen.

Stepping back from the building you tried to move out of the way but ended up backing into someone who pushed you back to the window. Forcing you to stare through it as the man inside shot Farara in the chair he was strapped to. There was no sound from the gun you just saw a blur before Farara dropped forward, lifeless in the chair as blood pooled from the small entrance wound in his head. A small scream was building up in your throat but before you could say a word a hand was covering your mouth and you were ushered into the shed.

"Clean up to Agents 322 and 366," The man who had killed Farara said down a small earpiece looking over at you with a small smirk on his face,

"What a curious little kitten," Felix purred in your ear as he ran his fingers up and down your cheek making you shiver,

“Curiosity Killed The Cat you know,” Minho chuckled as he looked over at you from his phone.

"I'll ask you once, and only once." Minho lowered himself to your level, looking you in the eyes.

"Do you know who he's working with? Your friend maybe? Could she have known what he was planning?" Bile rose up in your throat as you watched the blood pooling onto the floor, running along to Mino's shoes as he stood there.

"Mina. S-She wouldn't have know...I don't think," You looked back at Minho, the gut feeling inside of you seemed to subside as you looked at him and Felix who was now standing in front of you.

"You don't seem scared that we just killed your friend?" Felix questioned looking from the body and back to you, your eyes get dancing to and from Farara, half expecting him to jump up and have this be some kind of joke.

"A friend? I didn't know him and he did nothing but belittle me...What was it you said about a bomb?" Curiosity began to build in Minho as he watched you, there wasn't even an ounce of fear towards them from you.

"Have you heard of the Chameleon?" The realization hit you as you stared at Farara.

"He fits the MO." You mumbled shocking Felix who just seemed to stare at you in disbelief.

"You're training to be in the forces?" Minho asked as he laid a garden sheet over the body, your eyes staring back at him this time.

"My father was an FBI agent, I know some things...I know you're not FBI." A smirk plastered across Felix's lips as he watched you and Minho interacting the way you were. It was the first time he'd ever seen Minho act so casually with someone in months, not to mention he seemed laid back.

"How do you know that?" Felix quizzed looking over at you as he folded his arms over his chest.

"For starters, neither of you have a badge otherwise you would have shown me by now, your guns aren't standard issue for agents...So you're hitmen...That or random psychopaths." Minho blinked at you before standing up straight when he heard a knock on the door.

"Clean up crew," Minho pulled the door open and ushered you out with Felix on your other side.

"Do you need help with her?" A female voice asked as you turned your whole body to see a female staring at you.

"No thanks, you go and clean up. We'll take her home." Your eyes shot up to the one with the deep voice, Felix, and you frowned.

"We'll make sure you get home safe," Minho added when he could see how confused you were.

Leading you over to their car you stared at it, it was the same car that had been following you earlier.

"You followed me here," The back door opened and you crawled inside, looking around at all of the empty food packets.

"Ignore the mess, we were on a stakeout," Felix chuckled as he got into the front passenger seat and glanced back at you.

"I'm Felix and this is Minho," He shook your hand and you felt a spark ignite inside of you. The way his hand fit around yours made you shiver a little,

"Look at that, someone liked your touch Lix." Your eyes shot to Minho started up the car and smirked at you through the small review mirror.

"Give us your address kitten," The small nickname made you clench your thighs as you could feel an aerosol building. After giving them your dorm address you began trying to pull yourself back together, you'd just watch them kill someone and yet you were getting wet at the thought of them calling you kitten. It didn't help that they were insanely attractive, Felix's muscles could be seen through the thin white shirt he was wearing and Minho's ass looked like he worked out an awful lot. You blinked, ignoring the growing wetness that was pooling between your legs.

"Look at that, we haven't said one suggestive comment and you're squeezing your little thighs together," Minho chuckled as he reached a red light, turning to look at you from the front seat and licking his lips at the sight of you. Completely innocent and sitting there rubbing your legs together as if that was going to give you any kind of satisfaction that you were desperately craving.

"My guess is she's going to go home and touch herself to the thought of us," Minho teased as he began to drive once again, watching Felix as he turned to look at you. His eyes locking with you as he reached behind to rub your knee softly.

"I mean she doesn't have to think of us, we could do it for you princess." The car stopped outside your dorm but you made no attempt to move as the car was shut off.

"Would you like that?" Minho questioned turning his body to look at you. The need to press your thighs together built up but Felix kept them apart, licking his lips as he waited for you to answer the question. A finger trailed up and down your knee and you shuddered,

"Yes! Yes...Yes, I would like that," You spoke loudly as you stared at both of them, the two exchanged a smirk with one another before climbing out of the car and holding your door open.

"Then who are we to let a pretty little kitten go home needy," Felix growled in your ear, holding your arm as you all walked in the direction of your dorm room.

Neither of them wasted time when they got into your room, attaching their lips to either side of your neck as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. You could already feel each of them smirking against your skin, Felix's hands around your waist while Minho kept his on your breasts, massaging them softly with his hands whenever you would whimper.

"Here we thought you were the good girl," Minho whispered making you jerk away from him,

"I'm not. I'm sick of people saying that to me," You spat at him your eyes locking with his as he tilted his head to the side, a smug look on his face.

"Prove it to me," Without another word you pushed him down onto your bed sinking to your knees in front of him. You pulled down the jeans he was wearing discarding them behind you, forgetting about Felix behind you until he laid down on the floor.

"Up," He ordered, you rose to your knees and he slid under you so his breath was right against your core.

"Looks pretty," He whispered referencing the bright pink thong you had worn under your dress that night,

"But it needs to go." One snapping sound later and you felt a cool breeze on your core,

"Dripping wet Minho, you should see her." A finger began to trace along your folds making your hips jolt forward,

"So wet, pretty and-" A small kiss was placed on your clit and your eyes widened,

"Tastes define." Felix moaned out in a deep voice, you whimpered looking at Minho.

"The confidence seems to have faded from you kitten," You ignored him pulling his cock free from his boxer and smirking at the length. He was larger than you expected but you slowly pumped him in one hand, looking up at him smugly as he jerked. Minho shifted a little, leaning back against the bed letting his elbow prop him up. Running your fingers over the indent under the head of his cock your smirk grew wider as he moaned out.

"Good girl," He breathed out as your tongue began to caress him, swirling around the head of his cock before you took him into your warm mouth pumping your head back and forth while your other hand rested on his thigh.

"My turn," Felix whispered pulling you to sit down on his face as you let out a moan around Minho's cock who seemed to moan out in pleasure. Hollowing out your cheeks you ran your tongue over the indent you'd found earlier and he cried out gripping onto the sheets around him.

"Oh shit!" You moaned out as you could feel Felix's tongue running through your folds while he worked two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to meet your g-spot making you cry out again.

Minho thrust up into your mouth as you took him back, moving your head faster this time setting his whole body aflame. Each thrust of your head caused his whole body to stiffen and he looked at you, holding your face as he began to thrust a little more. You smirked around him nodding at him to let him know it was okay and he slowly began to thrust into your mouth.

"S-Shit she likes that Hyung, clenching around my tongue." Felix chuckled as he continued to eat you out aggressively as you rode his face, your hips bucking little by little as you felt an orgasm beginning to build up inside of you. Minho thrust up once more before his whole body shook and he let out a moan of your name, cumming into your mouth as he rolled his head back. You swallowed every last drop and focused on the pleasure Felix was giving to you, gripping onto the bed as you rocked your hips in time with his licks.

"So pretty when your face contorts like that," Minho chuckled as he began kissing you softly, holding your neck in his hand lightly as he forced you to look at him,

"Do you like this? Two strangers fucking you?" You nodded as you let out a choked moan, pulsating around Felix's fingers as he continued to thrust them into you at a rough pace.

"Cumming!" You screamed out as your hips continued to buck as your orgasm ripped through you, your legs shaking as you tried to stay upright on your knees instead of falling to the floor the way you wanted to.

"Y/n?" Felix whispered as he pulled himself into a sitting position, watching you as you ripped your dress off from your body, you were ready and you needed one of them inside of you. Now.

Lips met yours over and over again as Minho pulled you up onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard as you straddled his lap. Kissing him wherever you could, lips, neck, collarbone, anywhere you could get your lips on him. Felix sat behind you naked, his cock pressed against your ass as you let out a whine.

"Still so wet," Felix chuckled as he teased your entrance with two fingers, meanwhile Minho had worked his fingers down to your clit circling slowly.

"Holy fuck," You breathed out as your head fell forward to rest on top of Minho's. Your brain was in a fog as they continued to tease you with their fingers until Felix sank two inside of you and Minho applied the pressure that made you cry out pushing your hips back into Felix.

A third finger was added and your whole body felt as though it was on fire, your fingernails dug into Minho's arms as you cried out a mixture of both of their names.

"Someone is ready for us," Minho chuckled as they removed their fingers making you whimper at the sudden lack of touch from either of them. Felix moved to the edge of the bed and sat in the same position Minho had before.

"On the floor kitten," He whispered as you got onto your knees in front of him, this time Minho sat behind you with his cock at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sure?" You ignored the stupid question as you sank down onto Minho's cock crying out as you adjusted to the size of him.

"That..Oh shit...That's a yes Felix," Minho moaned out as he held onto your thighs, grunting at the tight feeling as you wrapped around his cock. Smirking to yourself you looked up at Felix, taking him into your mouth and began to bob your head as you had done with Minho. The two men moaning out in pleasure as you controlled them, moving your hips up and down at a slow pace just to torture Minho that little bit more.

"Fuck," Minho's hands gripped onto your waist and he thrust up harder and faster into you, his breathing jagged as he moaned out your name. Felix's cock twitched into your mouth as you began to roll your tongue around the head of his cock, reaching your hand down between your thighs to circle your clit.

Fire was beginning to build in your stomach with both moans from men titling you over the edge.

"Just like that," Felix cried out as you moved your head in time with Minho's fast thrust. The room filled with wet sounds and slapping skin as you cried out around Felix's length. Felix's hand rested on your cheek as he began to thrust into your mouth, grunting as he came down your throat holding you around him until his hips stopped jerking.

"M-Minho! I-I’m cumming! I-I’m cumming!" You screamed out as he continued his sinfully fast thrusts until he came into you touching you deeply as your head rolled back against his chest. Clenching onto anything you could get your hands on, screaming out his name. Cumming around him as you pulsated in pure bliss, your whole body felt as though it was shaking.

Minho smirked as you slept in his shirt, they'd managed to clean you up with a warm wet cloth and got you into bed.

"Poor thing must be exhausted," He smirked running his fingers over your face as your frowned in deep slumber.

"That was a nice reward though for finishing our job," Felix laughed as he looked at your body, you were curled up in a small clutching onto the sheets and he smiled.

"We should get going, paperwork to report and all that," Minho mumbled grabbing a hoodie from your wardrobe as he turned to leave.

The morning you woke up images of what had happened flashed before you and if it hadn't been for the achiness between your thighs. You would have thought it a dream and yet, you were laying there in a shirt that wasn't yours and a note beside your bed,

Until next time Curious Kitten x

Written at the bottom of the note were two numbers with the boy's initials by the side of them, you clutched the note against your chest as you laid back. Enjoying the memories of the night before.

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