#anyways rant over and i’m just going to be brewing with anger for the next few hours cool 🤩🤩🤩

[bestworstcase]

I like your thoughts on how Rapunzel was handling things wrong in “Rapunzel: Day One.” The episode tries to imply that Cassandra is wrong for not sharing her feelings with Rapunzel, but is a Rapunzel really the person Cassandra should be opening up to? Rapunzel never respects Cassandra’s boundaries. Cassandra’s a private person. Rapunzel doesn’t respect that. And just because Cassandra doesn’t want to open up to everyone doesn’t mean that she’s bottling things up.

ok so this is gonna be a long one bc tbh i like. fundamentally disagree that RDO, the narrative of RDO, in any way positions cassandra as the one at fault for the emotional conflict between her and raps.

to digress a bit - while tts is not immune to Aesop Episodes (e.g. rapunzel's enemy or you're kidding me) wherein the characters close out the story by talking about What They've Learned, ultimately i don't think tts can or should be read as a morality play. it's a story where sometimes characters just... fuck up and the narrative doesn't waste its time on hand-holding or spoon-feeding us the moral.

anyway, i submit that RDO is what i'll call a False Aesop Episode. it follows the basic structure of an Aesop Episode (protagonist acts badly -> protagonist learns a lesson) but the lesson rapunzel learns is a bad one. it's like if you took... say, "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" as an aesop, the False Aesop here is rapunzel confidently eating a rotten apple and then being blindsided a few months later when the doctor who kept begging her not to eat food with maggots in it steals the moonstone from under her nose and runs off into the night with her new demon pal--

and that metaphor got away from me a little bit but you get the idea.

#1: constructing the conflict

the episode opens with cassandra. she's training; we see the sword fly out of her injured hand; lance suggests she take a break, and she answers, "thanks to rapunzel's little trick at the great tree, i have to relearn everything using this hand, so breaks aren't really an option."

she isn't harsh about it. her demeanor isn't all that different from her normal self—she even segues into a very typical concern (that the woods are dangerous and they should all be on their guard) and banters with lance a bit.

what this communicates, immediately and succinctly, is that:

1. cassandra's injury is severe. it's disabling. she's either in immense pain or she's lost all the strength in that hand or both.

2. cass is really upset about this, and not happy with rapunzel.

3. nevertheless cass is keeping her feelings more or less in check; the worst anyone could say about her is she's being a bit more curt than normal.

which is to say, she's acting quite reasonable. she's not taking out her hurt feelings on anyone else or being mean or lashing out, and she's not hiding her injury either. the most concerning thing about her behavior here is actually that she's focused on training so she can do her job instead of on healing or resting or taking care of herself.

then there's a pan over to rapunzel, who is angrily watching this play out while venting to pascal. "i get why cass is mad at me," she says. "she told me—" huge disdainful rolling of eyes here "—not to use the decay spell back and the tree, and i did, and she hurt her hand. but if she had just listened to me and stayed out of it, this all could have been avoided! and i feel like we could work things out, but she refuses to talk about it!!"

line this up against cassandra's behavior and spot the differences.

cass is focused on her injured hand. cass is upset because rapunzel accidentally mutilated her in the great tree. that's what this conflict is about for cass; her injury, and how she feels about being injured.

by contrast, rapunzel thinks the conflict is about them not listening to each other. she does acknowledge that cass was injured, but 1. she puts the blame on cass, and 2. has shoved the fact of the injury to the periphery of the conflict. it's not important, it's just a natural consequence of the real conflict, which is cass being mad and petty and refusing to talk to her about how she's unfairly blaming rapunzel for something that wasn't rapunzel's fault.

[i will add here that this behavior from rapunzel is 100% not knowing how to handle guilt and externalizing it as anger, and this thread of rapunzel burying her guilt gets picked up again in rapunzeltopia; it isn't that rapunzel doesn't care that cass is hurt, so much as she's just not emotionally equipped to process these feelings in a healthy way so it mutates into...this.]

and where cass handles her feelings in a pretty reasonable way, rapunzel rants and raves and draws cass as a literal monster with fangs and claws—she's stewing in her out of control emotions and concludes that she just has to find a way to force cass talk to her, which she does shortly thereafter by ordering—not asking—cass to come with her to search for parts to fix the caravan.

#2: the breakdown of communication

i've said it before but it bears repeating: cassandra might not be perfect, but she's a good communicator. in s1 and the front half of s2, she shares her feelings with rapunzel readily and frequently. when she tries to set boundaries with rapunzel, she's able to be clear and specific about what she needs. when she expresses frustration with eugene or her dad or rapunzel, she's very articulate about exactly what she's frustrated about. she can recognize when politer, softer refusals are being ignored and become blunter and more specific to ensure the message is getting across.

the moments when cass struggles to communicate are noteworthy because they're not normal. they signal that she's in acute crisis. think of how her unhinged rant about adira in RATGT heralded a complete emotional breakdown. she clams up in RDO because it's the only thing she can do to protect herself. because rapunzel is an inexperienced nineteen year old who learned all her social "skills" from a manipulative, egotistical abuser and nowhere in the series does that show more than in RDO.

rapunzel knows cass doesn't want to talk about the great tree, so she isolates cass from the rest of the group with the intention of forcing her to talk about it anyway. she's passive aggressive at first: chattering about inanities and trying to bait cass into 'opening up,' and acting vexed and guilt-trippy when she finds out cass brought owl along. she broaches the subject by going "too bad there's not an open-up-to-your-best-friend-about-the-thing-you-guys-are-fighting-about wand, huh?"

then she leads with "i know you're mad at me, but i did the right thing. i didn't have a choice," which... what can cass even say to that? she acknowledged cassandra's anger in one breath and followed up with "but you're wrong tho" in the next. that statement makes cassandra's feelings about her debilitating injury into an argument about Who Was Right.

this is a game that cass tries very hard not to play. "look, if you feel that way, then it's fine. we're good," she says, which is a statement that is not true at all on its face but - what it means is that if rapunzel wants to turn this into a debate about Who Was Right, cass will concede because that's not an argument she's invested in. cass does not want to put her feelings on trial so rapunzel can pick them apart and decide whether she deserves to have them or not.

so she disengages. the sun sets. they camp. rapunzel pokes her again, this time with a more direct approach: "cass, i need to talk about what we both know is going on between us."

and that's when cass throws up a WALL. prior to RDO, when cass is pressed on her feelings, she either: 1. opens up and explains to the extent that she's able (e.g. under raps or RATGT), or 2. flatly shuts the conversation down (e.g. cassandra vs eugene). but in RDO?

"there's nothing to talk about."

"i never said i was upset."

"what makes you so sure that you know how i'm feeling?"

this is cass falling off the end of her rope. this is a cass who spent the last year and a half with rapunzel running roughshod over every boundary cass exhausted herself trying to set. this is cass maybe a few weeks out from rapunzel screaming at her in front of all their mutual friends and then telling her "i am going to make decisions you don't agree with and i need you to be okay with that" when cass tried to open up about her deepest insecurities. this is cass spiraling into despair because she's seen that her best friend cares more about assuaging her own guilt and exerting her authority as a princess than she does about cassandra's feelings.

this is the moment when the friendship dies.

#3: the memory wipe, cassandra's apology, and the false aesop

the details of the tangled-but-cass shenanigans are not super important for the purposes of this discussion. suffice it to say that cassandra lashes out in the heat of the moment, seriously harms rapunzel by mistake, and spends the rest of the episode trying to repair the damage, then apologizes to rapunzel for hurting her. this is, obviously, the correct thing to do when you hurt someone, even if it was an accident.

you see the parallel here, yeah?

rapunzel hurt cass with magic by accident, and then made cass's hurt feelings all about her, blamed cass for the injury, twisted the facts to justify her own indignation, picked a fight about Who Was Right and invalidated cassandra's feelings, and pushed and pushed and pushed until cass blew up and lashed out at her.

cassandra also hurt rapunzel with magic by accident, and then she set aside her own hurt feelings from the argument they were having before to focus one hundred percent of her energy on brewing a cure and keeping amnesiac rapunzel safe, readily admitted her fault, and offered an earnest apology for losing her temper as soon as she could reasonably do so.

if RDO were a true Aesop Episode, this would be the lesson, and rapunzel would of course learn from cassandra's good example and reciprocate by apologizing for the accident in the great tree and her abysmal behavior afterwards—and in a reflection of how cass shared how bottling up her anger allowed it to erupt in a catastrophic way, rapunzel would probably confess that her demanding, selfish behavior came from a place of feeling awful about what happened and terrified that it would ruin their friendship.

but RDO is a False Aesop Episode. rapunzel isn't emotionally equipped to handle the intensity of her guilt, and she lacks the social insight and empathy to draw comparisons between what she did to cass and what cass did to her, so she can't connect the two situations in her head to understand what she's doing wrong. the true aesop flies right over her head, and instead what she learns is this:

1. she was right about cass being upset

2. backing cass into a corner fixed the problem

3. friends really do "just know"

4. being pushy and forceful was the right thing to do.

because the thing is, when cass apologizes for the accidental memory wipe, she truthfully explains why she acted the way she did—she's furious and she didn't want to talk about it, so she held it in as long as she could and then exploded when the pressure became too much—and for rapunzel, i think the explanation and the actual apology get conflated. meaning, cass says "i'm sorry for what i did out of anger" and what rapunzel hears is "i'm sorry for being angry."

and because of that misunderstanding, from rapunzel's perspective her own indignation has been validated and her behavior justified, because she was right all along and cass shouldn't have been angry with her in the first place and now everything is fine--

but it's not fine.

we're not supposed to share rapunzel's perspective here, because she's flat out wrong. nothing is really better and nothing has really changed, except that rapunzel got the talk she wanted and stops putting this intense pressure on cass. so as we enter the house of yesterday's tomorrow, rapunzel is taking it for granted that things are fine with cass, and meanwhile cass is still injured, still angry, still as aloof as she can be without getting rapunzel breathing down her neck again... and then she meets zhan tiri, who gives her everything she needed and couldn't get from rapunzel.

like, to my mind, this is the entire point of RDO, that rapunzel makes this catastrophic mess of trying to patch things up after RATGT and comes out of that mess wrongly thinking she succeeded. the episode is presented through the lens of rapunzel's perspective, but the lines are very wide and i absolutely think the intention is for the audience to read between them and understand the reality that rapunzel has sort of blinded herself to.

#tts #rta #interpersonal conflict......good #theres also a whole separate layer of stuff going on in RDO w the class dynamic #this fight coming on the heels of raps pulling rank in RATGT and all but ordering cass to shut up and deal. like - #in RDO cass is Literally Doing What Rapunzel Ordered Her To Do #being okay with the decisions rapunzel made that hurt her #except that's not what rapunzel wants really. rapunzel wants cass to be her friend #but cass learnt in RATGT that her friendship can't transcend her servitude #she knows now that when push comes to shove rapunzel will treat her like a servant so... she acts accordingly #er #long post

[chanelsebbie]

𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗲? | 𝗽.𝗽.

➵warnings: Substance use, language, Endgame spoilers, angst. 

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➵summary: Peter just wants to know why you hate him. 

➵a/n: Hee hee, I’m still trying to break in my new blog so feel free to send in requests and follow or reblog :)  ((THIS IS A STARK!READER FIC))

You never really liked Peter Parker. 

But you didn’t hate him. You couldn’t. Everyone on the Avengers team tolerated him, and some even liked him. And he was talented at what he did. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to like him. 

After the events of Thanos, you were finally brought back, and so was Peter. And Tony was happier than ever to get you home, and in his arms again. You went in and kicked ass. And the good guys won. 

But at the cost of your father’s life. 

Now that he was gone, everyone is asking who the next Ironman would be. You would think people would have been gunning on you, his own daughter, but instead, everybody looked to the boy no older than yourself. 

And jealousy raged through you, feeling put off to the side, along with trying to grieve and mourn your fathers death, all while trying to keep the world at peace. And with the Captain in retirement, along with Natasha gone, that left the team struggling to stay together. Some of the strongest members were gone, and Thor was still trying to lose that weight. 

So it all fell down to you. And sadly, also Peter. You were struggling to finish your studies in high school, as was Peter, the both of you attending the same school. While Peter had all sorts of friends, you preferred to be alone, and get through school, so you could take on more missions and important callings. 

Just like today. But today was going to be slightly different. 

“Come on, y/n, it’s just one party! It won’t kill you,” he protested as you walked into the common area of the Avengers headquarters. 

“Yes it will,” you grunted, plopping down on the couch and telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn the TV on.”

“No- F.R.I.D.A.Y., turn the TV off- It’s a big party and I know you’ll have fun! Flash is throwing it but I know you can still enjoy it,”

That made you not want to go even more. Flash was arrogant, snooty, and always took your detesting glares as playing hard to get. All you knew is that he didn’t like the word ‘no’, which set up multiple red flags for you. 

“No. I said no.” you huffed, taking the remote this time and turning the TV back on, flipping through the channels was Peter let out a defeated sigh, sitting right next to you, pulling out his phone. 

But secretly, Peter didn’t want to leave the living room. And even if he was on his phone, he just wanted to be near you. 

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“Come ooonnn, y/n, please??” Peter begged over the phone, pleading with you as he tried to get you to come to the stupid party that he was already at. 

The loud music could be heard in the background, along with some masculine cheering, which you were sure was the captain of the football team. 

“Peter, no, I’m already in bed,” lie “and I’m in the middle of a book. I’ll see you when you get back to the compound,” you tried to negotiate with a clip to your voice, and the truth was you were at the compound, sitting on the couch in a pair of fuzzy socks and you really didn’t wanna get up. 

“Fine. Yeah. Fine, have fun at home, square.” he dramatically replied, obviously also not a fan of the word no.

You hated when he did that, when he tried to guilt trip you, because no matter how cheesy it was, he almost always succeeded in making you feel like shit. 

“Good night, Peter,”

And with that, you hung up. 

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You found yourself dozing off to the sound of the movie playing on the screen, the large blanket covering you making you never want to leave for the rest of your life. 

But your blissful state was halted by the sound of your phone ringing, making your eyes shoot open and lazily grabbing your cellular device and mindlessly pressing the answer button without looking at the contact name before letting out a groggy “Hello?”

“Y/n!!! Heeeyyyyy,” Peter’s loopy voice sounded off, and if you weren’t full awake already, you certainly were now. 

“Peter??” you scolded, “Are you...?”

“Having the time of my life?? Abbssolutelyyy!!” 

“Shhhhh, just-” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to panic, “Where are you?”

“At the party you were too scared to come to,” he chastised, making you let out a silent sigh in annoyance. 

“Just stay there, okay, I’m coming,” you finally spoke, flipping the blanket off of yourself and getting up with get some real clothes on.

“I like it when you say you’re comi-”

And with that, you hung up the phone. 

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If there was one thing that your father had good taste in, it was his automobiles. He had many he took pride in. Especially the red ones. And if anything, the memory of your father might keep you sane. 

You punched in the address for Flash’s house, and even brought a pair of your father’s glasses, the only two E.D.I.T.Hs left. Ever. 

The drive there was speedy, and when you pulled into the driveway, your stomach dropped. A flood of teenagers crowded the house, and that was just the outside. You couldn’t imagine trying to find Peter in that mess. 

“E.D.I.T.H., find Peter for me, will you?” you spoke to your glasses. 

“Of course,” the voice responded, pausing a moment before continuing, “He’s in the living room. His alcohol levels are high.”

You groaned. You should’ve known, you shouldn’t have let him go out on his own to a party with Flash, that prick has alcohol up the ying-yang thanks to daddy’s money, shit-

Standing up out of the car, you slam the door, glasses still on, “E.D.I.T.H., show me Parker’s vitals, please,” you continued to storm towards the front door and making your way in. 

“His heartbeat is quick and his blood pressure is high, and as I said before, his alcohol levels are irrate.”

“Peter??” you called out, watching as his head popped up like a weasel’s, eyes bright as he recognized you. 

“[y/n]!!” He gasped, running over to you before wrapping his arms around you, “You came! I knew you would!”

“Yeah,” you pulled him off of you, “I came to get you. You’re drunk, Parker, we’re going home.”

“Aww, come on,” he pushed before hanging on you. 

“Peter. No. Come on, let’s go,” you pushed him off again, obviously more annoyed than before. You hated the way people were starting to look at you. 

“[y/n]! Please, don’t push me away again! Just let loose and have fun,”

Your anger brewed. And this was supposed to be the next Ironman. 

“Peter.” you scolded in the most dominant voice you could muster, making a few people around the two of you look their way, “We. Are going. Home.”

Without another word, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out, Peter protesting like a toddler, trying to pull back, but he was so drunk, he seemed weak, and unable to truly fight back. 

You reached the car, opening the door for him as he sat down, folding his arms and glaring at you as you got into the car, starting it and pulling out of the driveway and back to Queens, where hopefully you could get Peter out of trouble. 

A few good 3 minutes passed, (it felt longer thanks to Peter’s glare), and you finally spoke up. 

“Are you done staring at me like a child?” you breathed like a disappointed parent. Which was worse, acting like a mother or a child?

“I’m waiting for an apology. When I sober up, the guyyss are never going to leave alone about what you did to be back there.” he grumbled, obviously going to hold his grudge. 

“I don’t have to apologize for anything,” you gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, trying to suppress your thoughts that made you quick to anger. 

“Like hell-”

“I wasn’t the one breaking the law and underage drinking,” you growled back.

“I can’t wait till I sober up so I can show you what for. That was mortifying. You’re embarrassing.”

Out of everything you’ve been called, embarrassing was never something you were dubbed. 

Peter paused and held his breath, realizing he was blowing it with you, “Wait, [y/n], I’m sorry, I’m just-”

“It’s fine,” you dismissed, trying to keep tears from welling up in your eyes. 

“No, it can’t be, because I read somewhere that if a woman says she’s fine, she’s really not actually fine, and-”

“Peter! Just shut up, please!!” you scolded, trying not to sob, just wanting this night to go away. 

Soon after you hit a red light, and Peter just stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched, trying to think of something to say. Something to do. Anything at all to try and fix it. But thanks to the alcohol limiting the filter between his brain and his mouth, the next thing that came out of his mouth was:

“Why do you hate me?”

Your world seemed to stop for a second as you tried to compose yourself. This was the last thing you wanted him to think, no matter how vulnerable he made you feel. 

“I don’t hate you, Peter...,”

“Then what is it? Why do you push me away? Can you see that I like you? Like really really like you?”

You swallowed hard at his words. You closed your eyes and swallowed, “Peter, I don’t know what to tell you-”

“Then tell me something, please, anything-”

“I love you, Peter-” your outburst made him wince as he tried to focus and piece together your words in his drunken state, “I love you, Peter. And whenever I look at you... I see him, and I just...,” you took a deep breath to prevent the tears welling in your eyes, making you seem weak in your opinion, “I’m supposed to be the next Ironman, but the press says differently. I’m jealous of you Peter,” you shook in embarrassment as you pressed down on the gas, your cloudy vision making you swerve to stay on the road so you didn’t crash a priceless car. 

“You love me?”

“Y-yeah, I mean, I guess, I wouldn’t...,” you paused, “You aren’t going to remember this in the morning anyway,”

“No. I’m not gonna forget this. Not even if I tried,” he laughed humorlessly, leaning back in his seat. 

“Well... I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” you thought out loud, wanting to take your rant and stuff it back down your throat. 

You didn’t mean for him to find out. Not like this at least. 

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When you two got back to the compound, he gipped onto you like a kid, clinging to you and refusing to let go. At this point there was a mutual understanding between the two of you. That both of you had feelings, but it wouldn’t be discussed until the morning. 

The elevator ride made Peter look sick, the alcohol finally starting to catch up to him, and right as the doors opened, he ran inside, finding the closest bathroom. 

That poor toilet. 

You caught up to him and sat next to a sickly Peter, rubbing his back as he let everything out. He held you the best he could, not wanting you to leave his side. 

You brushed the hair away from his forehead as he leaned over the side of the toilet, groaning in discomfort as he continued to cling to you like you would slip away. After a few more times of the repeated pattern of ejecting bile, he turned to you.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled like a child. 

“Come on, Spidey, let’s get you to bed,” you gave a small smile, picking him up as you dragged him out of the bathroom and into a guest bedroom, getting him an extra shirt and sweatpants from the closet before turning around while he got changed. 

But a wrapping of arms around your waist told you he was done. You waddled him over to the bedside before sitting him down and getting him off your back. He was like a damn koala. 

You finally laid him down, pulling the covers over him snuggly, not failing to notice the longing stare coming from Peter. You gave a smile, and he smiled back. It made your heart flutter in spite of yourself. 

You shook yourself out of it, the only thing on your mind now was getting to sleep, trying to forget the conversation that was supposed to be had the next morning. 

“Goodnight, Peter.” you began to walk away, but before you could get too far away from the bed, you felt someone grab your hand. 

“Please stay,” he begged, unspilled tears in his eyes, the fear of you leaving his side the greatest concern on his mind. 

You paused. You were about to go to sleep with Peter Parker, and yet your hesitation was the only thing that was stopping you from what you had wished you had been doing for as long as you had known the boy. 

Despite the voice screaming in the back of your head to put the wall back up and your foot down, say no, and leave, your body opposed, slipping under the covers with the sniffling teenager. 

He immediately smiled and embraced you, and you knew that you would have to get used to the physical contact. He was behind you, his arms around your waist, his breath gently fanning over the nape of your neck. 

You covered the both of you up, Peter sighing. And as much as you hated to admit it, he looked adorable. 

“Parker, if you barf in my hair, you aren’t gonna wake up with eyebrows,” you were half-joking, half-serious. 

“Will do.” he laughed sluggishly, sniffling before you finally felt his breaths steady and slow, passed out with you in his arms. 

You never really liked Peter Parker. 

You loved him.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #marvel

[rmg91]

Zoe Week; Day 6-A Night Off

AKA Comfort Zoe Night

So, this was the first prompt I actually wrote cause it spoke the most to me (the fluffy potential) but then the muses decided to be difficult and I struggled with it until like 2 days before Zoe Week began. I also wound up scrapping my partial first draft and re-writing the first bit to be slightly based off some wonderful Teny art because I realized it could still fic with my idea! (Gotta love great art that inspires) (The art in question is those wonderful pics of Zoe and Douxie as he meets her after a shift at Hextech and then precedes to be a little shit) Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this one and hopefully it doesn’t end too abruptly, like I said the muses wanted to be difficult with this one.

AO3

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The night was clear and cool, something that would usually bring calm to the pink haired witch as she walked home from another busy day at Hex-Tech but not tonight. The day had been absolutely brutal. First she'd had the early shift, which was never fun, then she'd been assigned to the bar for almost the entirety of her shift which meant dealing with all sorts of customers. The irritable, the entitled, the ones that just wouldn't listen, it had almost driven her insane by the time her lunch break arrived. It was only after slurping down a cup of noodles and sending a curse heavy text on how crappy her day had been so far to Douxie that she got the wonderful news that she had to work a double shift. She was so going to curse Dave the next time she saw him, she always got his shifts whenever he didn't come in. And of course that extra shift came with, you guessed it, more bar duty! So Zoe had dealt with double the awful customers! Including two absolute Karen's. Why her managers kept putting her in the front when her talents lay better with the tech itself, she'd never understand.

At least she was finally off for the weekend...

Coming around the last corner before her apartment building, she spied her longtime partner and lover, Hisirdoux, leaning against the chain-link fence, waiting for her. She paused for a moment, taking in the rare relaxed air around him and admiring his bare biceps for a moment before sighing, knowing why he was waiting for her. And usually she'd be ready to go hunt Niffins and take on whatever else they might encounter on a Friday night, especially after the day she had, but she was too beat to do anything more. So shifting her bag in her grip, she made her way closer to the wizard, not looking forward to canceling their plans.

“Ah! The fair lady approaches!” He exclaimed, noticing her first with a smirk before his face soften, “Rough day, Love?”

“Uuugg!! You have no idea!!” She groaned, knowing her text had said as much but now she could rant in person about just how bad it actually was. Stopping next to him, she ran her fingers through her hair before rubbing at her temples, trying to push down the migraine that had been brewing since two o'clock, “Not only did fuckin' Dave not come in, we had two, Two, Karen's come in! I was almost certain we'd have a third but thankfully her husband calmed her down. Of course then that entitled Spanish teacher had to come in, again, who, of course, I had to deal with! Not to mention all the other sorts that came in today... And! Because the universe's law apparently decided to hate me today, someone calls right before closing!” She groaned again, feeling annoyed anew rather than relieved after her rant. “Anyway, as much as I'd like to go Niffin hunting, I'm just too beat-!”

Distracted as she was with her rant, the hedge-witch hadn't noticed Douxie's arm sneaking around her before he wrapped it around her shoulder and laid a kiss on her head. He hummed into her hair, nuzzling her softly, “I'm so sorry your day sucked, Darling.”

“Yeah, well...” Zoe felt her cheeks heat up, sinking into the hug he started to give her and feeling most of the fight leave her suddenly. You'd think after almost five hundred years of being together romantically this sap wouldn't cause such a reaction but you'd be wrong. “It's over now, I guess...And I have the weekend off thankfully.”

“That you do~” Douxie sang into her ear before suddenly rubbing his hand over her head vigorously and messing up her hair, “And I'm sure you'll feel much better after a good nights sleep!!”

“Aaarrgggg!!!” Zoe cried out in surprise and anger, “Hisirdoux!!” She pushed him away, glaring at his grin before marching away, “Jerk! Why do I like you again?!”

“Because without me and Arch your life would be dreadfully boring~?”

She huffed and flattened down her hair, “Hardly.” She then glared over her shoulder, “You are so sleeping on the couch tonight, or better yet, your own apartment when you get done.” She honestly wondered why she put up with his antics.

Douxie merely laughed some more, catching up to her and wrapping his arm around her waist, “Actually, Love, I've decided we're all taking the night off.” When she looked up at him with a disbelieving look he responded, “Really! Wards are already in place around town, so if there's any trouble, Arch and I can go take care of it but otherwise...” The wizard shrugged, “We're all off for the night and you have a little surprise waiting for you~”

“A surprise? Really?” She glared up at him, still annoyed, “I doubt whatever it is will make up for that stunt you just did...”

“I think it will~!” He sang.

Zoe huffed and crossed her arms, muttering a 'whatever' and allowing him to escort her to her apartment building and up to her home. Entering, she dropped her bag and kicked her shoes off by the door, striding over to where Archie was laying on the back of the couch and greeting the familiar with a chin scratch. Glancing around she saw nothing out of the ordinary with the exception that her sink was now empty of the few dishes she'd left there. If that was her so called 'surprise' than it was going to take a lot more than him doing her dishes for her to calm down from that surprise noogie. Lifting an eyebrow at the wizard, silently asking just what exactly he had planned, she watched him grin again before he offered up his arm to her.

“Come with me, Milady~ Your surprise awaits~”

Looking back down at Archie, the black cat merely stretched and stated, “I've been sworn to secrecy.”

Right, of course. Rolling her eyes, the pink hair witch allowed Douxie to guide her down her own hallway, stopping in front of the bathroom. Usually she could sniff out an idea on what he liked to surprise her with but tonight between her exhaustion and the fact that she was still a little annoyed with him, made her question just what he could've set up in the bathroom of all things.

Grinning down at her, Douxie gently pushed the door open and snapped his fingers. A dozen candles lit with the small pulse of magic, illuminating the simple space with a soft orange light and revealing the steaming, bubble filled bath. The light aura of blue magic indicated a warming spell, keeping it the perfect temperature for when she got home. Zoe let out a soft breath, feeling most of her annoyance leave, and leaned against him, letting him wrap his arms around her and nuzzle the top of her head. Trust this wonderful sap to fix her up something like this after she'd rough day at work. Sometimes Zoe wondered just what she did to have someone like Hisirdoux Casperan in her life but she certainly wasn't going to be ungrateful about it. She was even willing to let the whole noogie thing go...mostly.

“I want you to know I don't completely forgive you for that stunt outside but this...is a nice surprise.” She could even make out the light scents of tangerine and patchouli wafting from some of the candles. “And you can't always get away with something like that either.”

He chuckled low, placing a soft kiss on her head, “Of course, Love~” He carefully stepped back, bowing in an exaggerated manner as he gestured to the bathroom, “Now, do please enjoy, Milady, and once you're are done a meal will be ready for you.”

She snorted, “You can't cook.”

He clicked a pair of finger guns at her, “No but I can work an oven!” He then left her to her own devices with a final grin.

Zoe rolled her eyes and shook her head fondly. Gods he was a dork.

~*~*~*~

Twenty minutes later found Zoe happily relaxing in her bath, feeling better after the day she'd had, eyes closed as she listened the soft tunes playing from her small radio. She had to hand it to Douxie, he had thought of everything when setting all this up. The candles were the right amount of light, the radio was already set to play and the bath was filled with her favorite brand of bubble bath. There had even been a rolled up towel for behind her head as she leaned back in the tub. Humming along softly to the music, Zoe only wished for one last thing to make this perfect.

As if summoned by her thoughts, the door opened slowly just enough to allow a wine glass surrounded by blue magic to float in. Laughing lightly, she grabbed it out of the air, taking a sip before calling out, “Thank you but you could've given me it in person.”

“A gentleman never intrudes on a lady.” Was her response before she was left alone again to enjoy her bath.

~*~*~*~

Zoe eventually emerged, having stayed long enough for her fingers to prune slightly and for the water to grow cold, plus her stomach kept protesting the lack of food. So she made her way into the living room wrapped in one of Douxie's old bad shirts and a hoodie she had stolen, breathing in the scent of a freshly cooked frozen pizza. She was passed a plate with two large slices of her favorite kind, three meat with extra mushrooms, and had her glass refilled before being pointed over to go recline on the couch. Shaking her head, she followed the silent order and sat down, digging in before her boys were settled. Archie was passed a plate of salmon and sardines before Douxie joined her, his own plate balanced in a hand.

“So, what does the lady wish to watch tonight?” He asked, reaching for the remote and flipping through channels.

“Hmm...” The pinkette hummed, tucking her knees under her before taking a large bite of her pizza, “Don't really care. Just find something we can zone out to or make fun of.”

“As you wish~”

“Oh gods, no! Do not put that movie on!” She exclaimed, “I will kick you out if you do!”

Douxie laughed, almost spilling his dinner, “Very well! Not in the mood for it tonight.” He continued to chuckle as he flipped through more choices before settling on another horribly inaccurate film of a time they've lived through.

Later, once food was eaten and their movie had changed to something else, Zoe was snuggled against Douxie's side, on the verge of sleep. Archie was a ball of purring warmth on her lap and Douxie kept running soothing circles on her arm as she listened to his heartbeat. The witch was once again grateful to have these two in her life, not knowing just where she'd be without them. They made the bad days better. Wither it was helping her with a sprained ankle from running from goblins, helping her fight of a demon hellbent on kidnapping all the girls in a village or having to deal with crappy customers all day, they were always there beside her. Even if Douxie loved to take cheep shots that ultimately pissed her off even more. Zoe knew she'd always forgive him. And so, full, relaxed and loved, she fell asleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Aaahhh, Zoe loves her dork~ And gotta love cheesy endings lol! Hope you enjoyed and aahh!! Zoe week is almost over!

#ZoeAppreciationWeek #Zoe Week #Zoe #Douxie #Zouxie #Archie #ToA #Tales of Arcadia #Tales of Arcadia Wizards #Wizards #Fanfiction #Fluff

[wordsfromthesol]

Christmas Shopping

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You find yourself caught in the middle of a mall heist and who’s there to save the day? The one and only Nightwing, who severely needs to work on his communication skills Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial Word Count: 1.2k A/N: Look guys, I’m not dead! Just super busy and ended up taking an unscheduled break. 

You couldn’t believe that you did this again. You promised yourself after the insanity you had to endure last year you would finish your Christmas shopping early this year. Once again, you failed to live up to that promise and were now in the mall on December 23rd, wading through the crowds of people as the store clerks were yelling the ten-minute warning. Only ten minutes to find what you needed, and you didn’t even know what that was. As your eyes were frantically searching up and down the shelves, you suddenly flew into the shelf and eventually, the ground.

Rubbing the back of your head you sat up, “Why is everything dark?” You called out, but no one answered. In fact, no one was even in the store. “Did I really get locked in the mall days before Christmas? It’s not like I was hiding! Very visible on the floor!” You shouted at the nothingness as you stalked around looking for an exit. As you made your way to the edge of the store you noticed the gate had been shut, but not locked. At least that’s one small victory. You made your way out to the main corridor and headed towards the exit. Before you could scream, you felt a hand cover your mouth and an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you into the darkness.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The voice whisper-yelled at you.

“Apparently getting kidnapped after I was locked in the damn store!” You did not share his hushed tone. Before you could continue your rant the costumed man thrust his hand back over your mouth and dragged you to a new location before pointing in the direction the two of you had just stood. Your eyes widened as you watched two heavily arm figures round the corner and search the area. The stranger’s hand left your mouth once your expression changed from anger to fear. You didn’t dare speak until the armed men had disappeared from view, even then you leaned in close to the vigilante’s ear and said in a barely audible whisper.

“Who are they and how do I get out of here without being shot?”

“They are robbing the mall. Stay here and hidden and I’ll get you out safely.” Your eyes widened in desperation as you watched him leap over the railing and drop to the floor below. Nightwing seriously did not just leave me here. Fuck that, I’ll find my own way out. You tentatively looked around the corner before making your way to the department store. You figured the stairs inside the main department store would be easier to access without any of the armed men noticing you.

You crouched down and made your way towards the end of the hallway, ducking behind each oversized potted plant. They wouldn’t be looking for you anyways, so you should be in the clear. Just before you were about to enter the store, three very large men turned the corner. You somersaulted behind a plant and attempted to control your breathing. Surprisingly, they didn’t even notice you. You were about to make a run for it when you watched Nightwing leap in front of them.

“Alright, where’s the girl?”

The men each took up their weapons and aimed at the vigilante. Well, that was a mistake. You thought as you watched him quickly disarm them. Two of them remained unconscious on the floor, as he held the third and continued to question him.

“I know you have her, so where is she?”

He couldn’t be talking about you, right?

“We don’t have no girl!” The robber squeaked out through his constricted vocal cords.

You sighed and stepped out of your hiding place, “If you are talking about me…well here I am.”

You could tell he was glaring at you, even through the confines of the mask. He delivered a swift punch and allowed the man to slump to the floor.

“What the hell?!” Nightwing said, probably a little too loudly, as he made his way to you. He glanced around before pulling you into the department store. “Why did you leave that spot?” He finally huffed out.

“Well, I wasn’t going to wait around and get shot and/or kidnapped because you left me!”

“I didn’t leave leave you, I was searching for the best way to get you out! Then I was coming back to get you!”

“You failed to mention that part of the ingenious plan.” He opened his mouth to reply but quickly shut it, as he realized you were right. He did just kind of leave you high and dry. "Exactly. So did you find me a way out..or..?"

"Yeah…it's…uh…through this department store." You couldn't help but burst out in laughter, at both how flustered he seemed to be and the fact that you magically picked the correct direction. Your laughter, however, quickly dissipated as another goon saunter into your peripheral view. You instinctively pushed yourself into Nightwing's chest, as if that would magically make you disappear. The two of you stood there in silence until the unwanted visitor had passed. "Let's get you out of here."

You looked up at him, finally realizing how close you truly were and just nodded. At this point, all you could do was follow him outside. Your eyes lit up as you saw the exit sign illuminated over the door, it was all you could do not to sprint to safety. Just as you stepped into the cold outdoors, you turned to thank the masked vigilante, only he was gone. Almost as if he had never been there at all. You sauntered to your car and slowly made your way home.

**

You struggled to open your eyes the next morning. All the events from the night before seemed like a dream. And who even would believe you? You eventually made your way into the kitchen and brewed some coffee as you uncharacteristically turned on the news. After all, you had to see if the escapades from last night made an appearance. You chuckled as 8 mugshots were strewn across the screen, the tagline reading:

Nightwing foils Christmas robbers last night at Bludhaven mall.

Suddenly your attention turned towards the loud noise coming from the window. Your eyebrows rose in shock as the costumed hero hung from the side of your building. You immediately jumped from your seat to let him in

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[pudding-head-kenma]

Wear Your Name Proudly [ Konoha x Reader ]

Request: Fluff with Konohaaaaaaaa we all need it(I feel like u probably know who this is now lmao)

A/N: number 1. i’m too stupid to know who this is 👉👈🥺. number 2.... i guess this could be taken as angst?? but there’s cuddling, mutual trust and taking care of a loved one, and i consider that fluff 👉👈

You knock on the door for the third time in the last few minutes. For the first time, you hear ruffling inside, and slow footsteps approach you.

You and your boyfriend had planned to hang out today after his practise was over, since they were – for once – going to leave early, meaning you could use the rest of your free evening to have a date. He hadn’t texted you by the time practise was meant to be over, but you paid no mind to it, instead deciding to head to his house.

After the first knock, you figured he just wasn’t home. It wasn’t unlikely that they would stay just a little bit longer at the gym if they were finishing a practise match, so you decided to take out your phone and call him.

You heard buzzing inside.

Okay, that’s weird... So you knock again. By the second knock, you wonder if perhaps he left his phone at home, so you decide to text Bokuto and ask if they’re going to take long. He seems confused by your text, and lets you know that practise ended a while ago. You ask if perhaps Konoha had decided to practise a little more, and he tells you he went home before everyone else.

Okay, that’s weird.

Now you’re worried. If he’s home, why isn’t he answering the door? Or his phone? Did something bad happen to him, is he hurt?

Your third knock is a little more assertive, and you have your phone on your hand, ready to call someone if he doesn’t reply this time.

But you heard the ruffling and footsteps, and you immediately relax. He’s okay.

Well... him being okay is arguable. He’s alive, anyway.

“Aki?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you’re barely even sure why you’re calling out for him, unable to think of a single thing to say.

He looks exhausted.  His hair is ruffled in every possible direction, and you take note of how his eyes are slightly puffier than usual, his nose a little red. He looks... cold, emotionless. The entire house is dark, all blinds and windows closed even though it’s the middle of the day. At first, you wonder if he’s sick. Maybe he caught a cold and tried to go to practise but ended up overworking himself and decided to come home. However, you can see it in his eyes – he’s just going through a bad time.

There are times Konoha gets like this. Despite being a little sarcastic and even provocative with his team, which gives off the impression that he’s always a little mischievous and seldom sad, he tends to hide his pain away most of the time. This results in him exploding at random times, engulfed and overwhelmed by his own worries. By default, he doesn’t call anyone. He deals with it alone, and he’s back to being himself the next day.

It has been a while since the last time you saw him like this. You faintly remember it being about a particular game they lost that really took a toll on them, and he kept ranting about how Bokuto had gotten into one of his  moods at the worst possible time – he’s clearly very frustrated about that particular subject, as you’ve come to learn. He loves the guy to death, but it leaves him anxious to know their ace (not to mention captain) could just break at any time during a game when he’s meant to be the rock of the team.

Immediately recognising his mood, you drop your bag and wrap your arms around him, bringing him into a tight hug. He barely moves at all, letting his arms hang by his sides for a few seconds before moving them up hesitantly, wrapping them loosely around your waist. He probably tired himself out crying, and you’re not sure if it’s frustration, anger, or sadness, but it doesn’t matter. You know you need to take care of him today.

The first thing you do is take him to his room. He’s attached to you, but he’s not exactly dead weight. He’s mostly clinging to you desperately, like you’re the only thing currently keeping him together. All things considered, that’s probably not far from the truth, given the current situation. You make sure he lies down on his bed comfortably, pressing a kiss to his forehead in promise of being back soon before heading to the kitchen to brew some tea for him. It helps calm him down to talk over things over a warm beverage, you know that now.

A few minutes later, you’re able to help him sit down just enough for him to take the mug, and he immediately seems to relax from the shift in atmosphere – he doesn’t feel good, you can tell that much, but he seems a little calmer now that he has company.

“I’m sorry.” It pains you that those are the first words to leave him a few moments later – he has nothing to apologise about, and it frustrates you that he would feel the need to.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Aki. I’m here for you, you know that.”

“I ruined our chance to have a date. We probably won’t get any free time for a while.” He has pretty much ignored your reassurance – he doesn’t do it on purpose, he’s just focused on other things, lost in his own head.

You reach forward and gently cup his cheeks, making him lift up his gaze. When he gets into these moods, it’s not rare for him to be looking away, lost in thought while glancing at the floor, zoning out while focusing on a pillow. So you know that you need to snap him out of him from time to time, bring his attention back to you, back to reality.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. We can have more dates in the future, it’s not important. Your well being is more important to me. Right now, and always.” You explain again, this time a little slower, making sure you don’t break eye contact. He needs to hear it, and you need to say it – not because he needs it, but because you mean it.

He freezes for a few seconds, overwhelmed with emotion once again. So used to taking care of his team, it’s likely that he forgets to take care of himself. To have someone else, someone he cares about, do it for him must feel like a dream. He relaxes into your touch, and his eyes close as he takes a sip from the tea, before he’s able to mutter out something again.

“I’m tired of being seen as the weak member of the team.”

This shocks you. You’ve seen their practise multiple times, and not once did you ever think he was the weak member at all. In fact, you can’t think of a single person who would be able to think that; in fact, he’s probably one of the strongest members, even with the whole team being very powerful in general.

“What are you talking about?”

“Everyone thinks I’m weak.”

For a second, you think he’s just exaggerating – not that it would invalidate his feelings, but when we’re stressed we tend to think others think badly of us. However, the way he speaks... He talks like it’s something he has come to accept a while ago, not only during this stressful breakdown. It sounds like he has been told that before, and it makes you feel uneasy. Was the team perhaps being unfair to him? You couldn’t imagine such a thing, but...

You don’t have much time to wonder before he speaks up again.

“I don’t know, I think- I thought I was pretty good, but they just don’t agree. I’m tired of that stupid nickname. I get it, I’m not fucking perfect at anything, I’m not a perfect setter like Akaashi nor a perfect spiker like Bokuto, but I’m trying. I’m really, really trying Y/N.”

It clicks.

You know exactly what he’s talking about. Through the years, the team had given him a nickname – you can’t remember exactly, but it’s something along the lines of ‘Jack of all trades, master of none’.  Like that popular saying. You believe it happened overtime, as he consistently showed his ability to take on any position just fine, even subbing in for Akaashi once when the time called for it. You know the team doesn’t mean any harm, but you never thought about how much it affects Konoha himself.

“I get that I can’t be the best at any of the positions, and I get that it’s ridiculous. I can’t just be a very good setter, a very good spiker, a very good libero, I can’t be a very good anything. I’m just average in all of the options. But why do they have to keep reminding me of that? I get it, I set the ball when Akaashi couldn’t reach today, but why do they need to remind me that it doesn’t work for me?” He’s getting more agitated as he speaks, likely as he recalls the events of today’s practise. You stay quiet, allowing him to vent, to let go of what’s bothering him.

“ ‘Ah, Jack strikes again!’ I’m sick of it. Why do they have to word it like that? I get it, I’m going out of my way, and I’m not even that good at what I do originally, but just- why? Why do you have to keep telling me that?”  He seems to be done talking. He brings his hands up to his hair, roughly tugging at it before covering his face, the tea long forgotten on the table next to him.

You understand. You never thought about it before, but you definitely understand. So, setting your tea down as well, you gently shove his shoulder. He’s pliant under your touch, trusting, expecting you to know how to help him, believing you can help him. You lie him down again and climb on the bed behind him, attaching yourself to his back immediately. He relaxes, melting into the warmth you bring, and his breath starts getting regular again.

“I think you’re misunderstanding. It’s not an insult at all, Aki.” He tenses up, but doesn’t speak. He’s willing to listen, even if he’s already objecting and formulating other possibilities in his head, other ways it has been used as an insult. You don’t give him the time to go into detail, speaking up once more in a gentle voice.

“Granted, it’s a nickname that bothers you, and that’s something worth bringing up with them. However, I’m sure everyone means it in the most flattering way possible. You know that saying continues, right?” That seems to peak his interest, because he’s shoving you away gently, only enough for him to turn around and face you. True to his name, any cuddling position works just fine for him, but he does have a preference for the ones he can see you.

You bring him in closer, allowing him to rest his head on your chest. You’re taking care of him today, and you want to show it through actions just as much as words.

“Jack of all trades, master of none, but oftentimes better than master of one. That’s how the saying goes. It’s a compliment. You’re a generalist more than a specialist, meaning you’re better at resolving issues than someone who’s very good in a specific department. You’re versatile and able to think on the spot, instead of being stuck to your element.”

He seems to tense up a little at that as well, but this time it’s different. It’s not a pained tensing up, not a worried or anxious one, but more of a realisation. He realises that it could be interpreted like that as well, and fears he might have let his insecurities get the better of him. His grip around you tightens, and you wrap your arms even harder around him, a quiet promise that you’re protecting him.

“Do you know why you have such a good team, with such amazing specialist players? Because you’re there. If you’re there, they can focus on getting better and better on their own position, knowing they always have you. You always have everyone’s backs, Aki. You have Bokuto’s back when he’s being blocked, you have Akaashi’s back when he had to touch the ball first during a receive, and you have everyone’s back when Bokuto goes crazy and they need to depend on you to score. It’s because they have such an amazing generalist on their team that they can focus on being specialists. You’re their most important player. You keep the team together.”

By now, you can tell he’s crying. You don’t think you’ve really said all that much, but it must be very important for him to hear this. He has likely been doubting himself for quite some time, so it must be reassuring to be praised. It must be hard; Konoha is extremely into volleyball, and sometimes he gets really competitive. If he thought that nickname was used as an insult to tell him he wasn’t as good as the others on the team who excel at what they do, it must have really hurt him. You wish he had brought this up with you sooner.

No other words are exchanged between the two of you about the topic; you keep him close to you, gently combing through his hair in hopes of calming down his sobs, which now have gotten louder. He’s letting them pour out, and it’s for the best – his frustrations, his shame, his anger, they’re all pouring out with them, being instead replaced by confidence, understanding, and pride. He should wear the nickname proudly, because that’s the only way his team would ever mean it. He knows it, of course, knows they would never insult him in such a way, but sometimes he can get too much into his own head.

That’s where you come in. Your gentle touches and kind words are a silent promise of help, of compromise to him, to always be with him and help him through this. In the same way he helps you through your own issues.

At the end of the day, you two have each other, and will always have each other.

So you remain quiet, basking in each other’s presence, lucky to be together. Lucky to be able to count on one another, thankful for the time you’re allowed to spend by the other’s side, grateful for the wonderful memories you’re able to create.

And another day goes by, and you both end up sleeping the problems away.

When Konoha shows up confident the next day, now laughing along at the mentions of the nickname, nobody seems to notice.

But as you sit and watch them practise, you know. He has changed again, grown to accept himself even a little more, and you were there to see it.

And you sit there, hoping you’ll get to see it again.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyū!! #hq #hq!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #konoha #konoha fluff #konoha akinori #akinori fluff #konoha x reader #konoha x you #akinori x you #akinori x reader #fukurodani #konoha angst #hehe couldnt resist sorry

[ravenforce]

Manhattan 2

Word Count: 3583

Warning/s: None. (Would you believe that? Lol.)

A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who likes, and follows this story. You guys are amazing. Please leave your reactions, bloody or otherwise, on the comment section. My inbox is open too if you’d like to pop by. Oh, and please note the ff:

1. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.

2. Since you’re already reading this part. Please, be careful out there. Protect yourself from NCOV. Wear a mask if you’re going outside. Wash your hand regularly, and bring alcohol everywhere you go. Take your vitamin C seriously, and stay hydrated. If you feel flu-like symptoms, get yourself checked by experts. Don’t self-medicate. The world is a better place because you’re here. Stay with me. Xx

Manhattan Parts: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8  | 9

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The Morning After - Lou’s POV

Lou can faintly see that the sun is already up and peaking through her curtains. Rather than get up, she shut her eyes tighter, the events of the night prior rushing to the forefront of her brain. She sighed happily as she remembers how soft you were against her hands, how obedient you were, and how beautiful you sound begging her to go faster, harder, and most especially when you screamed her name. She groaned when she remembered how you moaned as you come undone in her mouth and hands. She rolled on her back like she’s been struck by lightning when she remembers how you look in her bed, sated and peaceful.

She was disappointed when she found your spot on the bed empty. She sighed, no one leaves her in bed. It is her that always leave, and the other party begging her to stay but she never does. She sat up, she decided she’s not gonna wallow and think that you leaving is some sort of karma for every girl she left satisfied, yet heartbroken. She decided she’s going to shower because you both did plenty of dirty stuff last night, and then she’s gonna come downstairs to find her brothers and their merry gang of beautiful misfits and have breakfast with them.

Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt, dark jeans, and black boots, Lou barged into the service kitchen where she knew everyone was holing after a night of partying.

“Good morning, children,” she greeted happily. Amidst being disappointed about your departure, she’s still positively lighter. 

The soft morning conversation came to a stop. It took a minute for everyone to process her presence, that Lou, their big sister is home for once. She’s rarely home ever since she opened the art gallery, The Heist, in Manhattan with Debbie, Daphne, and the crew.

“Sestra,” Loki greeted when Lou rounded the corner towards the coffee machine. “Your after-sex-glow can be seen from outer space.”

The Avengers choked on their breakfast items, Loki and Lou started laughing. 

“Loki!” Thor admonished after successfully gulping down his french toasts. 

“What? She looks great!”

“You could have gone with that,” Tony complained, blushing profusely and pointedly not looking at Lou. They’ve all been close to her, growing up with the boys but they still don’t like being privy to Lou’s sexual affairs.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Loki, ever the sassiest, said. 

Thor watched his big sister for a minute, and the three of them have been closed enough to know that Loki’s right. Lou’s definitely glowing. 

“Please tell me you didn’t pick up a random college girl from the party last night,” Thor said warned jokingly. 

Lou smirked and intentionally didn’t answer the question as she makes her coffee.

“Lou?” Thor asked, squinting his eyes at his sister’s back. 

Lou turned around to look at her blonde sibling with an infuriating smile on her face. 

“Well,” she started, intentionally pausing a beat or three to annoy her brother. “I didn’t actively look for her. She stumbled on my lair, what am I supposed to do?”

Loki and the rest of the gang laughed, while Thor continued mumbling and complaining about having to look at the poor girl sulking at school because the legendary Lou Odinson won’t pick up their calls.

”Besides, how am I supposed to walk away from her? She’s breathtaking,” Lou said with genuine fondness. 

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Heavy Breakfast - Your POV

Before everyone can grill Lou on who she slept with, you barged in the service kitchen looking slightly dishevelled and with a deep frown on your face. The conversation dropped, while the tension rises. Everyone looked surprised that you’re on-site, their collective gaze fell on Nat and Carol in an instant. The two looked terrified and wholly unprepared for your arrival. They still haven’t quite polished exactly what they wanted to stay, even though they’ve been trying to reach you since the sun started to rise.

“God, Odinsons’ your house is insane,” you said dramatically.

“I went outside to make a phone call, and I got lost on the way back,” you ranted before looking up from your phone and quickly looked at your friends. 

Your perfectly constructed poker face nearly slipped when you saw Lou standing behind Tony and Maria by the coffee maker. She looked mildly surprised but more entertained at the idea of being in the same room as you and the two women she helped you forget - temporarily - last night. You held back the urge to roll her eyes at her. 

“You’re not the first to complain about that,” Lou quipped. “I told the boys to put up signs but I guess they’re both lazy idiots.”

You cracked a smile remembering how she called her brothers that last night before threatening to beat them up, assuming they made you cry. Tony and Maria caught the smile, no matter how small it was and quirked an eyebrow.

“Putting up signs around the house is ridiculous,” Thor complained as you walk towards the coffee machine. 

“Not to mention tasteless,” Loki backed his big brother up. 

Lou handed you her mug of coffee before starting a fresh brew. Thor and Loki stopped talking in an instant, as everyone watches you drink from Lou’s cup. You let out an ungodly moan as you let Lou’s perfectly brewed black coffee with two sugars wash over you, and warm you inside out. Your friends are watching the two of you like hawks. You can hear the cogs in their heads turning, piecing every action and reaction together.

Any minute now, you thought.

“You look good in my shirt,” Lou commented, full-on grinning now. 

“Holy shit,” Tony exclaimed. 

“What?!” Thor yelled as he stumbles out of his stool. 

You just shrugged before turning to your friends. You don’t care much that they know. You’ll tell them eventually, anyway. You just worry that you sleeping with Lou will change your dynamics with Thor and Loki. Wanda looked surprised while Maria looks worried for a second, she knows you best. So, she knows you slept with Lou as a coping mechanism.

Loki and Tony look impressed while Thor looks like he’s still processing but he doesn’t look angry. Nat and Carol looked pissed as hell.

“You slept with Lou?” Nat asked, voice clearly on edge. You frowned, not liking the tone she’s using. “Why?”

“Because I can,” you answered simply, voice neutral. “And I wanted to. Last time I checked I’m free to do whatever and whoever I want.”

“We know we fucked up last night,” Carol started to say. “But this retribution is brutal.”

You can feel your blood starting boil at that. You wanted to yell that you didn’t sleep with Lou as revenge for them kissing Steve and Val, you did it for you. You did it to forget, sure but you did it also because you’re attracted to the woman for fuck sake. You wanted to scream so many things, some of them probably spiteful but you weren’t able to as Lou’s warm, soft hand landed purposely on the small of your back. Everyone caught the action, Nat and Carol’s frown dipped deeper as they watch all your anger dissipate. 

“I can’t do this right now,” you sighed before putting Lou’s mug on the sink next to you. 

Lou just nodded at you before stepping away from her. You walked towards Maria and Wanda before planting a soft kiss on both their cheeks with a soft promise that you’ll explain everything soon enough. You walked towards the Odinson boys next, pulling them both out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Once out of everyone’s prying eyes, you tugged the boys into a hug which they immediately reciprocated, sandwiching you between them.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” you whispered. Thor’s hand landed on the small of your back, while Loki placed his around your shoulder. “I hope we’re cool?”

The boys can hear the worry and hesitation on your voice. Loki smiled at you, before tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “I’m cool with whatever you and Lou are up to. I ship it.”

You smiled at the raven-haired boy before turning towards Thor.

“I don’t understand it but it’s not my business. I just hope you understand what you’re getting into,” Thor said, worry lacing his voice.

The truth is, he secretly ships it as well but he knows her sister’s reputation in New York. She’s been living in Manhattan for a couple of years now, and never had Lou ever dated anyone seriously. He knows her sister’s not the relationship type. She beds girls that caught her interest for a small amount of time until she gets bored or until the girls started developing real feelings for her; then Lou bolts.

She doesn’t care how long the arrangement has gone, if romantic feelings are involved, she’s out. She doesn’t care much if it hurts. For their sister, it’ll hurt worse if she pretends she can give them something she couldn’t. For their sister, it’ll only hurt worst in the long run because what she gives won’t be enough. Lou has been leaving a trail of broken hearts everywhere she goes that’s why Thor worries about you.

You sighed happily. All things considered, you know you’re gonna be okay now that you’ve secured your friendship with the Odinson boys. You were about to leave when the door opened revealing Nat and Carol.

“Wait, Y/N. Please stay,” Nat pleaded. 

“Let us explain,” Carol added. “Let us try and fix this, please.”

You wanted to ignore both of them but the sadness in their voice stopped you on your track. You turned towards them and saw the two woman you truly adore nearly in tears. 

“I can’t,” you started. Nat and Carol visibly deflated. “Not right now. I need to go home and get ready. I have an interview for the internship program. We’ll talk after, I promise.”

“Okay,” they answered smiling softly at each other.

At that moment, you decided that there’s no point holding on the hurt and anger. No matter what, you still love Nat and Carol but you decided you’re not gonna be a player in their game anymore. When you met the two, you knew they still have feelings for each other but they’re too stubborn to admit it, yet you still willingly played. You decided though that if you can’t be with them, you’ll help them get who they deserve.

No more running away. No more mind games, no more using other people to make each other jealous. No one else is gonna get hurt, just because Nat and Carol can’t be honest with each other but that’ll have to wait after your interview. 

***

The Heist - Lou’s POV

“You’re late,” Daphne stated the obvious as Lou walked in leisurely in the conference room two hours after she’s supposed to be in.

Debbie noted the soft smile on her best friends face but said nothing. Lou just shrugged as she plopped down on her designated chair beside Debbie.

“I’m sorry,” Lou said but didn’t offer any other explanation.

She didn’t really have to explain how she stayed up all night just to make you come undone. She didn’t really have to explain how she offered to drive you home as an excuse to spend more time with you. She didn’t feel like sharing how she drove leisurely back to Manhattan because a part of her wants to stay in Ithaca, and risked being teased by her friends for immediately having a soft spot for a girl she barely knew.

9Ball looked up from her laptop to regard Lou for a moment, then every one to check if they’re seeing exactly what she’s seeing.

“At least one of us had a good weekend,” 9ball said with a smirk.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with an after-sex-glow, like ever,” Tammy said making everyone laugh and Lou to roll her eyes playfully.

“Agreed,” Debbie seconded.

“See, even Debbie agrees,” Constance said, “So who’s the lucky girl?”

“There’s no girl,” Lou lied. She knows that Debbie can tell she’s lying but she doesn’t care. She’s not ready to share you with her vulture friends yet.

Before anyone can call her out on her bullshit, the gallery secretary, Charlie poked her head in the conference room.

“She’s here,” she said looking at Debbie.

“Saved by the bell,” Amita teased, prompting everyone to start giggling again. Debbie shushed them after a minute. Charlie who has been working in the gallery since it opened didn’t bat an eye on her bosses weird antics. She just waits patiently for instructions.

“Send her in,” Debbie instructed before Charlie nodded and scurried away to get the last interviewee for the gallery intern position. Whoever gets the job will join her, and the second gallery assistant, Kurt at the bottom of the corporate ladder.

Lou looked at her best friend with a silent question but before she can answer, the door opened and the applicant walked in.

***

The Interview - Your POV

You stopped dead on your tracks when you saw Lou, while the other paled a little.

Holy shit, you thought to yourself.

When Lou said she’s a businesswoman, it didn’t occur to you that she might be the owner of the art gallery you’re applying for an internship. You internally cursed the alcohol you consumed the night before for missing dead giveaways that Lou owns the Heist, like the number of artworks and art pieces in her home office, or the magazines on her coffee table featuring her and her crew. 

You were pulled away from your internal musing when 9Ball jumped out of her chair to tackle you softly in a hug. 

“Y/N!!” 9Ball exclaimed as she rubs her pretty face on the side of yours. Lou frowned at the action.

“You know each other?” Lou asked carefully keeping her voice neutral. 

9Ball extricated herself from your person before dragging you to the table. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s my friend from MIT. She’s eighteen when we graduated uni,” 9Ball bragged. 

“We know, nine. We read her file” Rose said smiling.

Lou frowned because she doesn’t know, she forgot to read your file. She meant to do it yesterday but well, she met you instead. Though she knows things about you, it would be inappropriate for her to divulge them in this interview. She had to bite her lips to stop herself from smiling, thinking about all the tiny details she knows about that isn’t in your resume. Daphne caught her though but decided it’s not the time to discuss what’s going on. 

“Y/N you’ve been vouched by Nine, and your credentials are spot on,” Debbie started to say, using her CEO voice. “So I’m wondering why you still want to do this interview rather than just get the job?”

You smiled up at your potentially new boss. You can easily see that Debbie is the level-headed one in their group. 

“I work great with Nine. You all work great with Nine but that doesn’t mean you will work great with me,” you said softly, confusing everyone some more. 

“I need you to assess me as a person, not just my credentials.” You paused to let that information sink in. 9Ball looks at you with pride in her eyes. 

“I’m great in the paper, sure. I possess the technical qualities to perform an excellent job, but I believe all of it is to go to waste if you find my personality doesn’t match yours.”

Smart. Debbie noted on your resume without breaking eye contact. She smiled at you, clearly impressed. She looked around the table to assess her team’s reaction, and by the happy look on their faces, she knew they liked you as well. Everyone was enamoured by you if their attempts to engage you in a conversation all at the same time is to go by. 

“What do you think?” she whispered towards Lou. 

Lou didn’t take her eyes off you as she answers. “I think she’s perfect…for the job,” Lou caught her slipped up early on but by the look on Debbie’s face, she knew she caught it.

Debbie cleared her throat to draw everyone’s attention back to her. She looked at you intensely, the pregnant pause is giving you anxiety. “Y/N, when do you think you can start the job?”

You heaved a great sigh of relief. “Can you give me until next week to find an apartment, move, and get settled?”

Debbie nodded before standing up, walking to you and shaking your hand.“Welcome to the Heist,” she said smiling. Then everyone came over to congratulate you and give you hugs, except Lou.

***

You were standing at the side of the gallery entrance, texting Maria the good news when someone stood toe-to-toe with you. You’ve seen that boots this morning but you opted to finish your text with Maria before looking up at Lou.

“Would you prefer if I turn down the job?” you asked tentatively. You’re a little worried that she didn’t come over to congratulate you awhile ago.

“What?! No! Unless you don’t think you can’t work with me,” she teased. You laughed softly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Ms Odinson.”

“Miller,” she said. You tilted your head confused. “I don’t use Odinson here. It attracts too much-unwanted attention.”

You wanted to make a joke about how such a face would attract a lot of attention but the seriousness in her voice prompted you to let it go.

“Well don’t flatter yourself, Ms Miller,” you corrected yourself, trying to imitate the way she talks. Lou laughs at your antics. You’re such a child but instead of running for the hills, she’s craving you more and more.

“Anyway, do you have plans tonight? Thought maybe since you’re here, we can celebrate.” Lou wanted to smack herself for being unable to resist vomiting her words. She doesn’t do nervous but something about asking you out, platonic or otherwise, feels daunting to her.

“I can’t tonight. I promised Maria and Wanda I’ll be home for dinner,” you said with a frown. “And you know I promised Natasha and Carol we’ll talk too.”

Lou mirrored your frown. Something about you, and Nat, and Carol in one sentence ruin her good mood. “Okay. Some other time, maybe?”

“Now, who can’t get enough of who?” you teased, effectively eradicating the frown on the blonde woman’s face.

“Shut up.”

You laughed. She started laughing too while hailing a cab for you. When the famous yellow car pulled up on the curb next to you, you bid her farewell. You stopped before entering the vehicle to look at her.

“Maybe you can help me warm my new apartment soon.”

It wasn’t a question. It’s an offer, and Lou knows it.

She smiled broadly at you.

“It’s a date,” she said before the yellow taxi rolled you away.

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[adonis-koo]

Three’s a crowd

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Plot: (CEO AU) When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was suppose to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation…

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader/Jimin, Hoseok/Reader, Taehyung/Reader,

Genre: Smut, angst, drama, angst with a happy ending

Word count: 8.6k

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tags: spanking, slight daddy kink, master kink, pet kink, degradation kink, humiliation, bdsm, heavy bondage, blowjob, male receiving, begging, hair pulling, toy kink, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, light whipping, scratching, doggy, double penetration, squirting, dom!jimin

Warning ⚠️ This fic touches on drug use, alcoholism and abuse. Please read with caution if any of these things are triggers for you 🖤 

Your head was groggy and it felt like your skull was going to cave in at any moment, it took a second for you to even realize where you were. Where were you? You felt confusion wash over you as you glanced up from the dingey bed, this wasn’t the hotel...and that was definitely an arm around you. Your head snapped to its owner as your lips parted, that was Jungkook, you slept with Jungkook....again.

Licking your lips as the vague memories of the previous night came to mind, some were more clear then others as you groaned. You really slept with him despite knowing he was in a relationship, forced or not. God, what did that say about your morality? 

You felt a cringe pull on your face as you scanned over his peaceful expression, how could he be okay with this? Was the better question. You got it, he obviously didn’t love her but still, she clearly held some sentiment or at least affection for him.

Pulling open your phone you groaned at the time, it was nearly ten in the morning, sitting up you rubbed your head before sighing, god this headache was killer. Your head throbbed and your back was immensely sore, your body satisfied but damn, at what cost? You kept asking the question in hope for some answer that didn’t seem to come. Glancing back at Jungkook, his nose scrunched up in disdain from you pulling out of his arms, still fast asleep. 

For half a second you thought about smash and dashing, having already fulfilled the first part. But then you’d feel bad, not that you didn’t already but you’d feel even worse. Biting your lip you rubbed your head in contemplation, what were you supposed to do? 

It’s not that you had intended on aiming for a relationship with him, because inevitably in your case: relationships never worked out. But finding out he was actually unavailable was...admittedly off putting, because what if you did end up liking him more then just as friend? Were you even friends? You had only met him a few days ago. 

“What’s with the long face?” Fuck.

You glanced back at Jungkook’s groggy figure, yawning as he stretched out, the amused smirk on his lips as his eyes washed over you. Above all else, what were you supposed to say to that? ‘Oh hey sorry, I was just wondering if I’m qualified whore now, thanks’ 

You gave a shrug as you rubbed the back of your neck before stretching your arms out. Ignoring his question altogether as you yawned, “We should get back soon, my phone’s dead and knowing my mom she’s probably freaking out.” Your body ached in objection but you pushed yourself off the bed anyways. Not really sure if you wanted to be so close to Jungkook.

Given everything that had happened, surely he’d understand your reasoning. It was a lot to take in and now that you had finally caved and slept with him regardless on his relational status, you felt a bit sick. Maybe it was the hangover, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t want to hang around any longer.

Jungkook said nothing for a moment, his chin lifting slightly as he tilted his head, his expression unreadable but you could almost feel him trying to figure you out, quickly catching up on your shift in demeanor, though not understanding why, “Let me call my driver then, daylight is too exposing to walk back on foot.” 

You had been pulling the shirt over head as you turned back to face him, flannel in hand as you nodded before pausing, would it be too obvious if you wanted to walk back by yourself? It probably would, and honestly it made you cringe a bit internally. 

But maybe going out with him last night wasn’t such a good idea, you hadn’t brought him with the intentions of sleeping with him. You just wanted to get to know him more as a person. And you did, but it still remained cemented that you had slept with him anyways. You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself, Jungkook had been very clear on not feeling guilty, and furthermore he wasn’t going to be made to feel guilty. 

It wasn’t that you had regretted it, or well maybe you did? You weren’t sure anymore, what you did know was that you needed time to digest everything that had happened.

Pressing your lips together as you clasped the flannel, “For you…” you nodded in agreement with him as he curved a brow, making you shrug as you felt obligation creep up on you, “I think I’m just gonna go on foot, it’d be more discreet anyways than going back with you. I’m pretty well known for all nighters.” You had turned around again, grabbing your phone from the floor, it must’ve fell from your jeans, or did you throw it? You couldn’t remember.

“Okay…” Jungkook had pressed his lips together, his expression contorted as his eyes puzzled in confusion, but he wasn’t going to ask questions, “You sure? It’s a long walk back.” 

Why did he have to be so fucking sincere? It almost struck a nerve at how considerate he was, you turned back as you nodded, trying to keep your face as mellow as possible, as if you weren’t dying to drop kick the door and bolt for your life, “Yeah it’s cool, on my feet nineteen hours a day, remember?” 

You forced the smile on your lips, not feeling as natural as it should’ve been. But then again that was subjective given the situation, really it shouldn’t have felt natural and that thought did make you feel a bit better.

Jungkook didn’t look sold on your smile either apparently but covered both his confusion and suspicion as he nodded, the smirk coiling on his lips as he leaned back against his hands, the rays of sun seeping through the blinds really did make him look angelic, even with such a devilish smirk on his face, “Fair enough, see you around Y/n.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you exited the room, exhaling in relief as you paused outside of the door, closing your eyes before forcing your feet forward. 

You weren’t sure why you felt so odd, you didn’t feel guilty, but you also didn’t feel right doing this with him. You had slipped out of the motel, the streets busy and the crowd thick as the sun blazed, your head was still groggy and the loud noise made it pound as you groaned. This was gonna be a long walk back.

It felt like the walk back would never end but eventually you did arrive, dragging your feet beneath you feeling dead to the world as you ignored all the stares you had gained in the lobby, well aware you stuck out more than ever. But now? Now you just didn’t really care, you had a killer headache and all you wanted was tylenol, some fish crackers and sleep. 

That luxury didn’t come to you though as you opened the door to your room, “Oh god…” you had muttered it under your breath as you sighed, rubbing your forehead as your mother paced back and forth in your room, head instantly snapping towards you.

You had half way turned around as she snapped at you, “L/n Y/n, over here right now.” 

You groaned as you turned back around, trudging into the room as you shut the door, your mother’s brows had knitted together in both anger and worry as you slumped down sitting on the edge of the bed as she paced back and forth, “Twelve hours and not a single word from you! I was worried to death! Y/n we are not in Seoul, you can’t just go run off and not come home until morning!” 

And there it was, she kept on ranting as she paced back and forth. Your mother was- a little protective of you, and given your past you couldn’t necessarily blame her, but you were 21 now. Sure you weren’t that old, but you had been navigating the harsh world as soon as you could be employed as a teen. 

You use to get into a lot of arguments with her about it, but eventually you gave up altogether, just letting her yell as much as she wanted, chastise you until she felt better, and then you’d go on your merry way. 

You didn’t mean to make her worry, but you were going to do what you wanted regardless. You weren’t a kid anymore, you hadn’t been a kid for a long time now. You felt the surge of bitterness squeeze against you as you sighed leaning back against your hands.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me!” Your mother scolded, pointing an accusing finger at you as you nodded, granted your expression looked spacey and less than interested, “Y/n this needs to stop! I understand that you work nightshift at home, but we aren’t at home. You can’t just go out all night without telling me.”

There was a pause as if she was waiting for you to object. But honestly? When she got like this you would space out, waiting for her to finish because ultimately the conversation wasn’t going to anywhere. You were going to disagree, she’d say you were too young, you’d argue you were old enough, rinse repeat. 

You weren’t interested in fighting about it anymore. She huffed as she crossed her arms, “Well? Where did you go?”

“Oh my god,” You sighed, having sworn you weren’t going to argue but her words made you groan anyways, standing up as you rubbed your head, “I went out with Jungkook last night, okay? He’s never been to an arcade before and I took him. Plain and simple, I’m not a kid mom christ.” Just seeing her expression made you sour further, her look all too familiar and you had swore, you truly did, that you wouldn’t fight with her, but you could already feel it brewing.

“Went out?” She repeated your words as if they were poisonous, “Jungkook is engaged you have no business going out with him Y/n.”

Ah yes, just what you needed to hear right now. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair as you nodded exasperatedly, “Yeah mom, I know. Keyword we went out, why do you just assume there was something more there? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not interested in marrying rich!” It was the truth and also a lie. The truth being you genuinely weren’t interested in marrying someone- hell even dating someone with the amount of wealth Jungkook had. 

The lie came from the fact that you had literally lied through your teeth about going out with him, because you did in fact, sleep with him. Not like you’d ever admit that to your mom, 

Your mom huffed, fumbling with her hands as she began to pace again, “Y/n I am not with Seung because he is rich! I’m with him because I love him! Even if you were just friendly with Jungkook that could still come off the wrong way to his fiancee!” She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Oh nevermind, you wouldn’t understand, you’ve never been in love a day in your life. You’ll know what I’m talking about when you meet someone who changes your life Y/n.” 

Raising your eyebrows as you pressed your tongue against your cheek, she was really gonna pull that card? So what if you had never been in love! You couldn’t help that! “This trip means a lot to me Y/n, please be considerate before running off without saying anything. Understood?”

Sighing, you collapsed against the bed, letting your arm cover your face to keep your annoyed expression hidden, “Yeah.”

After hearing the door clicked shut you sighed, curling against the middle of the bed as you tiredly closed your eyes, your head still throbbing in immense pain. Why was it you always had to be considerate of her? 

You were the one who was lied too, you didn’t want to have a stepdad or brother and honestly you didn’t care. Okay? You really didn’t, everyone could consider you officially unbothered. If it made your mother happy? Cool, but you didn’t want anything to do with this shit. 

Maybe it was your pounding headache that made you so cynical, or the stress you were putting yourself under with Jungkook, and god forbid you even think about what you had done earlier that day with Jimin. 

On the bright side, things couldn’t possibly get worse from here.

By the time you had woken up from your groggy state you had felt a little bit better, rubbing your eyes as you sighed, pulling yourself  the covers as you briefly glanced at your phone.

Groaning you flopped back down, most of the day was spent with you sulking in bed, Jimin had tried coaxing you to come out but you had refused, saying you weren’t feeling well. And it wasn’t exactly a lie, you were really ready for this trip to be over. 

Jungkook had also sent a text your way, not explicitly saying he wanted to fuck, but that’s what it had alluded too, apparently he had an hour break coming up and was hoping to spend it you. Well that was to fucking bad because it would be a frozen day in hell before you got out of this bed.

You had blew him off, giving him also a lame excuse for not wanting to see him, your phone had went off five minutes ago but you weren’t mentally prepared to look at his reply. It wasn’t until roughly around two hours later that you had got up.

Aimlessly walking down the hallway with phone in hand as you explored around the hotel. Looking through various floors and ignoring everyone who store at you, looking close to probably homeless in their opinion but you didn’t care. 

Eventually you had even found yourself in the same store this mess had all started, looking at all the gowns you wanted, letting your hands run against the soft materials in hopes of maybe grounding your mind that was far away. Unfortunately it didn’t work as you stumbled back from accidentally running into someone. She blinked surprised before bowing instantly apologizing, you had quickly recognized her though, Irene. The seamstress who had been taking Jungkook’s measurements a few days ago.

“Oh it’s fine! I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You had replied casually making Irene glance up from her bow, realizing she knew you as she gave a sheepish smile. Maybe a little too use to dealing with the snobbish upperclass for her own good.

“Y/n! It’s good to see you again, how have you been?” She tilted her head, curiously, but her words made you furrow your brows. Had you told her your name before? You remembered how informal she was with Jungkook and briefly you wondered if they had been an item or, friends with benefits? She seemed to know him well, well enough to talk the way she did.

But her words made it sound like she knew something was up, which made you tense slightly as you shrugged, giving a sheepish smile, “Oh...I’m okay, just a little overwhelmed with all of this,” you waved your hand in gesture of the hotel making her laugh with a nod.

Irene had folded the fabric in her hands as she nodded, as if understanding what you meant as she replied, “Yeah I can understand that, it’s a lot to take in if you didn’t grow up around it. Has Jungkook talked too you at all…? He’s been a bit, spacey lately.” She hurried her last sentence in explanation as if realizing her question was weird.

“Oh well…” You glanced away, and maybe that was enough of an answer for her, but you had shrugged again, thinking back over the last few days before your lips quivered into a frown, sighing as you glanced back at Irene, “I mean we’ve seen each other a few times...Are you…”You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to pry but also extremely curious, “Are you acquainted with Jungkook?” 

You weren’t really sure what to allude by that word because you didn’t really know where they stood, he didn’t act the way he did with you, like he did with her. It was still possible he had an affair but, you couldn’t say for certain and most of all you didn’t want to assume without any actual evidence.

Not like there was a problem if he had but...Her words were odd. Irene’s eyes dilated slightly as she pressed her lips together, gaze flickering around the room before she sighed altogether giving you an apologetic look, “We are...Look I can’t talk about it, it’s really something for him to tell you, if at all. But yeah, we’ve known each other for a long time.”

She nodded, fiddling with the fabric, suddenly looking nervous as she fumbled, “Ah anyways, I better get back to work. I’ll see you around.”

Irene had quickly excused herself with another bow before hurriedly walking away leaving you more confused than before. Why was she so anxious? It felt like you had left the store with more questions than answers, but it’s not like you had went with the intention of that regardless. 

Sighing you eventually got a brisk text from your mom, demanding you sit in for dinner. You had left her on read as you went to get prepared. You had got about three more texts in the process before you had showed up for dinner, looking a little more decent as you saw the visible relief on her face, shooting you an unappreciated look as you sat down. 

Both men had greeted you as pair usual and given your observant nature Seung hadn’t suspected anything, Jimin however had been persistent in trying to get you to talk, not like that was anything new. That was until you felt his hand press against your knee from beneath the table. 

Swallowing harshly as you shot him a look, the smirk pulled on his lips as he leaned in, “You’ve been a shut in, all day. What’s up.”

Closing your eyes you sighed, grabbing his hand as you wrangled it off your knee, “Nothing, I just haven’t been feeling up to doing anything today.” His hand latched onto the inside of your thigh giving it a small squeeze making you shift in your seat.

Watching your mom laugh with Seung as they continued their lively conversation, Jimin leaned in closer, as if waiting for them to see your interaction, “You look stressed, not trying to stroke my own ego. But I’d like to think I could take your mind off whatever it is. Tempting right?” He gave a cocky smile as his fingers stroked against the skin of your thigh.

Your mind was screaming at you to not be a dumb bitch, but your body was saying you were dumb anyways, might as well go for the 0.2 IQ anyways. It was a bad idea, but if there was one thing in your life that you could not fail at, it was making terrible decisions, “I’m listening.” You glanced towards the table as you murmured, unable to watch the victorious look on Jimin’s face as his hand trail up to your burning core.

Fuck he was gonna do this now? “Well imagine this,” Jimin licked his lips, leaning in closer as his voice softened like velvet, purring out, “I have handcuffs in my room with your name on it. Mmm, all tied up against my bed post, if you’re too loud I’ll have to gag you though, your choice of a ballgag or my hand.”

It was getting difficult to keep your face from blushing and your legs not squeezing together as his hand gave a feathery stroke against your wet core, “Oh look, you’re already wet.” Jimin laughed softly against your ear, suddenly leaning away as you tried to muffle a small whine. 

Jimin had cleared his throat gaining both parents attention as he gave an innocent smile, “Y/n just told me she isn’t feeling very well. If you don’t mind I’m going to escort her back to her room.” 

Both Seung and your mother were none the wiser as they dismissed you both, and as soon as you were out of sight his hand wrapped around your waist, dragging you close to his body. Standing in the elevator as you bounced against the heels of your feet, feeling antsy at your decision. God this was a bad idea, a really bad idea.

But at the moment you didn’t want to think anymore, you had thought all day and honestly all you wanted was your body to ache in pain and be fucked until you physically couldn’t think anymore. When the elevator opened to the next floor though your face had instantly paled.

Oh jesus christ. This could not look good to his eyes, there’s no way it could.

“Oh Jungkook, where have you been? I haven’t seen you all day.” Jimin casually greeted, making you remember he had no idea what you both had been up too the last few days.

Jungkook had raised a brow his eyes only looking at you as he stepped into the elevator on the other side of you, tightening the loose black silk tie he wore as he nodded his head in greeting but you could tell by his gaze he was analyzing your every nuance you radiated. 

His eyes burning into the hand that wrapped around your waist, “Busy day, was stuck in a meeting half of it,” You didn’t remember his voice being so deep, Jungkook had shifted slightly closer, his eyes on you again, “Are you feeling better?” his voice had softened a little at the question directed towards you.

Swallowing thickly you looked up towards his tall figure, feeling sheepish under both males gaze as you nodded, “Y-yeah um...I’m feeling okay, I think I need to just get some more sleep is all…” You would’ve used your hangover as the excuse but with Jimin present you knew that was a bad idea, one of the few you weren’t so keen on trying out.

But you could feel Jimin’s heavy gaze on you now, wondering how Jungkook knew about your excuse, or well your false illness. Oh god would you ever reach the final floor? Jungkook only gave a hum, glancing over your features before letting his fingers capture your chin, tilting it up so he could have a better look, “You do look a little pale, you haven’t skipped any meals have you?” Jungkook had tsked at the idea but you had to resist from curling inward at the sudden attention.

Why was he asking this? You couldn’t even answer though as you felt a tug on your waist, your body pressing back against Jimin’s as Jungkook’s gentle grip on your chin broke, “She’s fine.” Jimin replied curtly, your gaze shot straight to the door as you inhaled sharply. Dear jesus almighty give you strength.

You had dared to take a peep at Jungkook but you had almost regretted it, his face contorted into a harsh one, his eyes almost glaring at Jimin with a clenched jaw. Jimin had gave more of an icy look in return, his disinterest showing heavily as you shifted uncomfortably. The silence was thick enough to choke you for a moment, and briefly you thought it was until you heard the final bell of the door slid open. Thank god.

Jimin had tugged on you to lead you out of the elevator but a hand caught your wrist, “Y/n can we talk?” You glanced back at Jungkook, his eyes darting towards Jimin as his continued  voice gritted, “Alone.” 

Jimin had opened his mouth ready to deny Jungkook, and maybe that was for the best. You weren’t sure you wanted to talk to him, but those dark warm eyes were just so tempting. His voice always had that soft note that made you weak. You had spoken before Jimin could as you nodded, “Uh, yeah sure.” You glanced towards Jimin who’s gaze darkened broodly, welp you were in for punishment big time after this. He let go of you reluctantly, giving a silent nod as if saying he would be expecting you in his room later. 

Saying nothing as he walked off, you and Jungkook both stood there quietly for a moment until the sight of Jimin had disappeared. Gaining some courage you finally glanced up at him, your expression hesitant as he sighed, “Can we go to my room? It’s too open out here.”

You gave him a weary look but said nothing as you followed beside him. Stepping into the room that had become shamefully familiar as the door behind you closed, sighing as you wrapped your arms around yourself. This trip was supposed to relax you, but the only thing it had done so far was make you more stressed than you’d ever been before, what were you even supposed to do?

“Look…” Jungkook sighed, trailing behind you as he slowly circled around, “I know I came off a bit...strong yesterday,” he finally stopped in front of you, the dimmed lights of the room making body more silhouetted as the rain gently pattered against the window wall, thunder softly rumbling as lighting filled the sky, briefly lighting his dim face, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal honestly. Any girl I’ve been with before hasn’t care…” Obviously he had been able to deduce throughout the day why you had suddenly pulled away.

“Jungkook,” You sighed, dropping your arms as you closed your eyes, hearing the hesitance in his voice as you continued, “What are you trying to say?” You had already explained to him it was a lot different in the regular world, cheating wasn’t okay, even under different circumstances. Trying to explain that again would’ve just been a waste of your breath.

Jungkook shifted slightly, stepping closer as he gave a hum, fingers restless against his sides as he answered, “What I’m trying to say is,” he paused for a moment as if trying to figure out his own thoughts, “I don’t want my engagement to ruin this- I do like you- W-well I mean, I think you’re really fun and…” Jungkook’s words began to rush a little and if you didn’t know any better had the lighting not been so dim his cheeks would’ve been a little red, “I don’t know about you but… I wanna see where this goes.” 

It was your turn for your face to flush, oh god was this a confession? You felt like you were in highschool again as you parted your lips, closing them several times like a dumb gulping fish as you finally coughed a stutter, “Uh..! See where this goes like….?”

“Romantically.” Oh wow, fuck, fuck, fuck he said it. You didn’t think he’d actually say it, but Jungkook’s voice had grown more confident again as he stepped closer, “Not saying that it will, but...I don’t know, I’m just curious...aren’t you?” Oh hell no you had barely known this guy for three fucking days, you’d admit easily you got along well. And yes you were very compatible but there was a lot of problems for you to even try and consider a relationship with him.

Honestly, it almost seemed like too much work for you to even try, he came with a lot of baggage, not like you didn’t but- his was different, a whole world different. Furthermore you weren’t really looking for a relationship at the moment, work was too time consuming and regardless if a guy was high maintenance or not, or you just didn’t have the time to invest. But Jungkook’s voice had lowered a tone making it deep and velvety. Seduction lacing his every word as he softly spoke them.

He was the epitome of gracefulness, you though? Your face had to be bright red and you were almost sputtering too loud, your mind splintering at just the idea of commitment, were you even mature enough for that? “Uh...I mean...I guess? No offense but like...yeah we have sexual chemistry and all of that but…!” You jumped slightly as his hands that had gripped your waist, gentle but firm enough for you to not bolt, “But- but! Ah! I-I mean I don’t know if we’d make a good um! Couple y’know?” 

You were suddenly backed against a wall, Jungkook’s lips, just as soft as you remembered pressing against your neck as he hummed, “You didn’t say you weren’t curious though,” 

you almost choked on your own spit at his warm tongue dragging up your neck, his hands still placed firmly against your waist, “I’m not saying it’s going to go anywhere, but I wanna find out. I did tell you I was keeping my options open.” Jungkook was a fucking bold guy to add that light little teasing comment to his sentence, the playful smile on his lips grazing your skin as the little flutter of kisses met against the base of your neck. Wasn’t he being a little too casual about this?

Your eyes had already closed as you shifted against him weakly, “I-I guess…” You stumbled out, “I can’t exactly tell you not be interested in me…” you muttered weakly, “But..um..I haven’t really known you long enough to say the same.”

Jungkook had let his fingers trail against your waist, stroking against the fabric of your shirt as he hummed, “That’s fine, I never said you had to be,” he bit down against the base of your neck, making you breath out a tiny whimper, “But I don’t give up easily either,” You could feel the wicked smirk on his lips against your skin, “Have you slept with him?”

This time you did choke on your own spit as you coughed, feeling your face become even hotter as your face contorted into one of horror, was it really that obvious? You thought for sure that maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t have figured out so quickly, “Uh what?”

“Jimin,” You could feel his grip on you tighten, his voice deepened into a more guttural one as he scoffed out, “Did you sleep with him. I haven’t forgotten about him taking you to the sauna, that wasn’t as innocent as it looked, was it? Hm?”

You could hear the jealousy spitting in his tone and you supposed, given his sudden interest in you it would make sense. Your body was already hot as it was, but thinking back to the sauna only made it worse as you murmured, “W-well you see..um not really?”

Jungkook’s fingers dug into your sides making you jump as you let out another breathy whimper, “Hope he fucking enjoyed seeing my marks on you,” Jungkook muttered, okay wow this guy was a lot more possessive then he looked, your body though only found it hotter and his deep voice was really doing something to you, “See babygirl? They were useful for something after all.” Fuck he was gonna start with the pet names now?

But with Jimin being the topic on demand your mind went back to his dark gaze, he was gonna kill you. Your body had stiffened at the thought as you shifted against him, “I...I need to go Jungkook... he’s waiting for me.” 

His grip tightened for a second and you could feel the strain of his jaw, obviously not wanting to let you go now knowing where you’d be going and what was about to be done to you, “Tch let him.”

“Look,” Your voice firmed a little bit, making his grip on you loosen at the seriousness in your voice, sighing as you placed your hands against his chest, pushing him away slightly to get a good look at him, his eyes dark and glossed with a claiming lust, “I get it, you wanna see where this goes between us. But you don’t own me okay? I’m willing to…” 

You glanced away, expression faltering slightly as you sighed, “See if I actually like you, but until then, you’re more than free to sleep with anyone you want. Same goes for me, and right now, if I don’t go back to Jimin it won’t be hard to connect the dots. Didn’t you say it’s better if he didn’t find out?”

Jungkook’s jaw only clenched, glancing away from you in annoyance as he sharply exhaled, but you could tell by his face he knew you were right, “Yes...Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he muttered under his breath, reluctantly letting you go as he stepped back, “But I expect you in my room first thing tomorrow morning.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as the tiny spark of mirth danced in your eyes, “Sure, if I can still walk.” 

Humming as your lips pulled into a small smile, almost waltzing away from him as he huffed, muttering under his breath, “Oh I’ll give you something to limp over tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but snort out a laugh at his words, it was almost amusing to see the shift in his attitude. But there was a lot to think about now, Jungkook was a little too interested in you. And while you made it very clear the feeling wasn’t mutual, you had made the mistake of saying you were curious as well. Curious to see if you would develop something deeper with him, and that alone was enough for Jungkook to pursue.

For now though, walking down the empty hallway, you were about to go into the lion's den and just remembering Jimin’s expression let you know you were in for a very long night. Stopping in front of his door you took a breath, deciding maybe you should ask for some words of wisdom before entering

Okay that was useless but it was worth a shot, sighing you shoved your phone back in your pocket before gaining the courage to open the door into the dark room.

Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, legs spread and his jacket had been discarded, his tongue pressed into his cheek as his dark eyes landed on you, “Hope you’re ready for punishment slut, talking to other men was a bad way to start your night.”

His words had instantly shot between your legs as your lips quivered slightly, “Don’t just stand there, strip. I want you over my lap. Now.” Jimin demanded, his eyes dark as he leaned back against his hands. His face ran icy cold but your body was contrasting it hotly as you quickly fumbled with your clothes. Letting them drop from your body leaving you exposed in nothing but a bra and panties.

The night hadn’t even begun but your legs felt almost numb as you quickly walked over, Jimin let out an impatient huff, grabbing you and hauling you over his lap, “You’re such a naughty girl,” Jimin tsked out, his hand running over your ass making you shift under his hot touch, his voice giving a false sense of security you knew he was taunting you, daring you to try and relax, “Last time we were like this you were in my lap for punishment.” 

The slap rang out and the skin of your ass stung harshly as you cried out a whimper, Jimin lifted his hand again spanking you harsher than the last, “Understand your punishment right? You know I really can’t fucking stand Jungkook some days.” Your ass was undoubtedly red but Jimin gave an even harsher blow making tears sting in your eyes, “Don’t act like an innocent baby either, I know you’ve noticed him eye fucking you anytime we’re all together.” 

Your core was burning hot and arousal was beginning to shamefully seep through your panties at his rough manhandling but fuck- it was hot seeing him get like this.

“Imagine being spoken for and still fucking other girls,” Jimin practically sneered out, his spanking had stopped though as you heard something rattling, that’s when your body stiffened at the realized he was taking off his belt. Oh shit you weren’t gonna be able to stand after this...were you?

“But you’ve been a good girl haven’t you? You’re only filthy for me, aren’t you?” On any other occasion it would’ve taken a whole lot of self restraint to not laugh at the irony. But feeling the sharp sting of his leather belt suddenly slam down against your ass, the noise echoing through the room louder and the pain etching into your skin forced you to choked out a sob.

“Y-yes I’m daddy’s good girl!” You whimpered out, but Jimin ignored your pleas slamming the belt down against your ass again making you bury your face into the bed to muffle your sobs.

Jimin scoffed as he lets out a growl, “You don’t deserve to be with daddy tonight bitch. Apologize to your master for talking to other men, I’ll consider stopping.” 

The leather stung into your skin again, the pain close to unbearable but your body was practically running a high of its own as you choked on your own words, “I-I’m sorry master. P-please let me make it up to you, please I’ll do anything master.” 

Jimin’s lips coiled into a sadist smirk, his fingers trailing your sensitive bruising ass, your body trembling beneath his touched as he hummed, “Anything?” 

“Y-yes…” you whimpered out, the tears still trickling down your face.

Your body tensed in anticipation as Jimin plucked you up by the hips, setting you on the ground as he stood up, “Very well, you can seek forgiveness, but I hope you're prepared for it to be at the expense of your throat.” Jimin had opened his nightstand, “Are you on pill.” 

You swallowed thickly at the shiny silver cuffs in his hands as you nodded eagerly, you lower body in immense pain at your kneel sitting position, “Y-yes.” 

“Good.” Jimin hummed his stride was slow in no particular hurry as he stopped behind you, “Because I’m filling you up all night long, you’ll be a good little cum dumpster and take it, won’t you?” 

You felt the metal wrap around your wrists, the rapid clicking as he shut them. They weren’t tight enough to cut off circulation but tight enough that they would definitely chafe over time, “Yes master.” You answered obediently. Your body aching and burning for relief but you had a feeling you weren’t going to achieve that for a long time. 

Jimin wheeled around until he stood in front of you, undoing his pants before letting his cock spring free, eyes lidded and dark as he commanded, “Open your mouth pet. I’m gonna fuck your throat until your a gagging crying mess. Only then will I forgive you.” 

You had already obediently opened your mouth, giving it a stroke before pushing his tip into your throat, it was big making your mouth stretch as he gave a hum. Grabbing the back of your head before forcing your mouth to take all of him.

Your jaw ached and feeling his large cock down your throat made you gag immediately, your throat tightening around him making him moan lowly. 

Jimin didn’t cease though as he firmly pulled at your hair making your head bob against his length. You body was desperate for what little air it could get and you were choking on him, making your eyes sting painfully but Jimin ignored your whimpers forcing you to bob on his cock harder.

Your panties were beyond soaked, constantly shifting and moving your sore bruised ass in hopes of trying to touch yourself but nothing was working. Your hands continually tried to move towards your aching core but the only thing it provided was a dull pain in your wrists.

“Keep choking pet, you’ll get relief when I say so.” Jimin growled, your head was beginning to ache at the feeling of his tight grasp yanking against your scalp. He forced your mouth all the way back to his base as he moaned again, forcing you to stay at his base as he listened to those sweet little gags and pleas from beneath him. 

Tears were already blurring your vision as they trickled down your face, saliva was drooling from your lips from how much you were gagging on his cock but Jimin only ignored you, focusing on how your small throat squeezed against his cock. Jimin finally began to rock his hips slightly, making his cock stretch against your throat, a new round of wet noises filling the room as you choked again. Your body desperately seeking air only forcing you to gag further.

“Mmm fuck what a good pet,” Jimin praised out, his tight grip on your hair didn’t cease though, “Your little throat feels so good around my dick kitten. Keep gagging for your master.” It wasn’t hard to fulfill his request. Your throat was greedily trying to suck in what oxygen it could forcing you to continually choke and gag on him, your wrists continuously shaking forcing the once dull pain to sharpen.

Jimin let his hips roll away from yours, his cock sitting back against your tongue before suddenly flicking his hips back towards you, his thrusts coming unexpected as you gagged again. Your tears were non stop now but it was symphony to Jimin’s ears as he ruthlessly fucked into your mouth, your throat burned intensely and your eyes stung in match with your wrists but he didn’t stop until you felt his cum squirting down your throat.

His head was thrown back as he let out a moan. Panting as he took a moment to gather himself, letting his softening members slip from your mouth as he thumbed your tears, “You’re forgiven kitten. Get up, I have a treat for you.” 

You weren’t honestly sure if you could stand, your wrists were dug into your cuffs and your lower body was near numb from the pain of your spanking. You nodded though, not even daring to attempt to speak after your throat being fucked raw. You didn’t want to know what your voice sounded like.

You struggled to get up, your lower body throbbing in protest and your legs weak but you managed to sit up on the bed, the key to your cuffs sitting on top of the nightstand but that wasn’t what Jimin had went over to get. Just the sight of the vibrator in his hand made your legs shake, it looked like one of those high tech expensive ones too.

Jimin licked his lips as he turned back to you, the smirk pulling back on his as he walked over, “You’ve been such a patient kitty haven’t you?” He rubbed the top of your head, your neck craning for the attention as he grabbed you by the hips shifting you further into the bed as he parted your legs, “Lay down while master treats you.” 

Your legs were shaking and nothing had even been done to you as you laid down uncomfortably. Your wrists still cuffed behind you making your back awkwardly arch and your shoulders ache as the metal dug into your wrists again. There was a loud buzz sounding almost like an electric razor, your legs weakened at just the noise but the next thing you knew Jimin had opened the band of your panties placing the vibrator inside setting it against your clit.

Your voice tore out a loud moan, your throat sore and raspy but your body was sent into shock at the sudden thrum in your clit. 

The vibrator pounding into you making your legs shake and your body twist and turn as the heat in your core rapidly built, “Cum for your master kitten.” Jimin purred out, his nails raking into your thighs, just enough to leave a small sting as your body contorted with a whimper. Tsking he let a hand reach inside your panties, turning the vibrator up.

The noise heightened and so did your moans, the vibration brutally burning into your clit as Jimin continued to scratch down your thighs delicately. One shift of your hips made the vibrator move, suddenly pounding into your sweet spot that triggered your orgasm. Snapping in white pain as a scream ripped from your throat, your hips bucking and your body withering as you whimpered continually at the vibrator that pounded away into your gorged bud.

Your legs were shaking and voice was scratchy but Jimin only licked his lips, placing his hands on your thighs to steady you as your voice got louder. Your body already sensitive making the pain wave over your bud, “Keep going kitten.” Jimin encouraged, his hand going back to the vibrator to turn it up even more making you cry in pain. He only shifted the vibrator slightly though. Letting it hit back against your sweet spot as your moans strung out cracked, your hips trying to buck again and your second orgasm was making you see stars but Jimin was still fiddling with the vibrator. 

“Keep going kitten, you wanted a treat don’t go crying on me now.” Jimin mocked but your eyes already had a fresh batch of tears, the overstimulation burning in your body but Jimin had finally grabbed the vibrator only to rock it into your clit. You had let out another loud moan, twisted into a sob as your hips obediently bucked into the vibrator, your hips spazzing as he ran it over your sweet spot again. Your little abused bud forcing you into a third orgasm that had nearly made you black out. 

The pleasure forcefully tremoring through making you whimper and moan repetitively as Jimin took the vibrator off of you. Clicking it off with that devilish smirk on his lips, “See? That wasn’t so bad was it kitten?”

“N-no master.” You whimpered out, your voice quiet and it hurt to just speak, even if it was a whisper. You closed your eyes as your breaths heaved, ready to let sleep over take you but you knew it was going to be a long time before you were granted that. 

You felt a hand pop your thigh making your eyes snap open as you shifted, swallowing as you saw a plentiful of things laying a little way from you both, “Don’t forget you’re here to pleasure your master,” Jimin snapped lowly, “You don’t get to sleep until I say so.” 

You whimpered as you felt him roll you over, the pain in your wrists lessening as Jimin lifted your hips up, “I’m sorry master.” You whimpered out as his hand stroked against your bruised ass. Your whimper heightened when you felt him spread your cheeks, feeling something cool slide against your hole. Lube, or maybe lotion? Jimin testingly pushed a finger in making your whimper, “Fuck your so tight, have you done anal before kitten?” 

“O-once master. Long time ago.” You sharply inhaled, letting your head turn so the side of your face would press into the mattress. Jimin gave a hum as he pumped his finger slowly, stretching you before adding in a second your let out another whimper, squirming as he sped his pace a little.

Jimin took his time stretching you accordingly before pulling his fingers out, you could hear the sound of a cap opening before closing again. His hand was slick, coated in leftover lotion as he grabbed onto one side of your hip. The other guided his tip into you. 

His tip pushed in as you gasped a whimper, shifting and moving beneath him as your hole stretched uncomfortably, “Mmm fuck you’re so tight kitten, feels so good around my cock.” Jimin purred out, pushing his cock deeper into your ass making you moan again as you whimpered. 

You could take a massive dick in the front but from behind? You didn’t have a lot of experience anal before and you could feel it. Jimin had let you stretch around him before he began thrusting starting slow at first as his hand ran down your lower back, the other holding onto your hip. 

“Mmm gonna let me pound into you kitten?” Jimin asked, you jolted at the feeling of something hitting against your back. Something like a tassel whip, it was light but enough to leave a small sting on your back making you give a scratchy moan.

“P-please master.” You whimpered, a strain in your neck was beginning to form from your head being turned and you were sure the cuffs would leave a dark rings around your wrists by now. But feeling Jimin’s large erection stretch your tight hole forced you into a dazed state as he whipped your back again with a little more force making you whimper.

“Good pet.” He hummed before letting his hips suddenly slam into yours, his balls slapping against your wet pussy making the room filled with lewd noises and your loud moans, “Mm fuck, so tight.” You felt the sting against your back again making you whimper as his cock pounded into you, your hole burning in a whole new way as he ruthlessly thrusted. 

Letting his whip hit against your back continually as your body burned, his cock twitching inside you making him slow down, “You take my dick so good kitten, you’re gonna make me cum early. I have one last thing for us, will you be able to take it kitten?” 

Jimin had paused inside you, you had to bite back an objection at his pause, but it was difficult with his large, pulsing dick buried deep in your ass. 

“Y-yes master.” You whined making him laugh, you could feel him move slightly before straightening his posture. Your body jumped however at the new sensation. Silicon running up your wet pussy coating in your hot arousal. 

Jimin pushed the tip of the dildo inside you making your body almost convulse. 

Your body felt ready to burst as Jimin ignored your cries, pushing the dildo inside you further filling your pussy tightly. The walls of your entire lower body felt full enough to burst as Jimin began thrusting again. 

You couldn’t even make a sound anymore as his hand began to thrust the dildo inside of you. It was difficult to even think of anything besides how much your body was taking inside of it, the dildo continually hit your g-spot though finally forcing a cracked moan from you. Your body was being visibly moved with every thrust from Jimin though, his cock pounding into your abused hole as he moaned. 

“Squirt for master.” Jimin demanded his hand going faster on the dildo before angling it to drag against your hypersensitive clit. Dragging its large shaft over and over the bud again as you strangled a cry your body shaking violently at the rapid orgasm beginning to form.

He thrusted the dildo inside of you, hitting your g-spot one last time before you came. You could only see in black and the liquid came squirting out coating the dildo as it trickled to the bed below. 

You were gasping for dear life as the tears began streaming down your face feeling Jimin’s thrust became rougher but more uneven as he continually dragged the dildo against your g-spot, forcing your body into spitting more liquid, just as violent as before as you choked another sober. 

“Keep taking it pet,” Jimin growled out, his hand refusing to slow down from thrusting both himself and the dildo inside you, forcing you to ride your orgasm painfully long but you were a good girl. 

Letting him keep overstimulating you as you cried, taking it like the champ you were. You had squirted one last time making surely the biggest mess in your life as Jimin came. His moans strung and cracked beautifully as he filled you up.

You both had breathed raggedly for a moment before he removed himself and the toy from you. Shuffling before you felt the bed dip again. Jimin had grabbed your hands unlocking the cuffs before letting your limp body drop against the bed, “Sleep kitten, you earned it.” His hand nuzzled into your hair, you didn’t have to be told twice.

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With the Slightest Smile, Chapter 10

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Notes: Thank you for your patience, folks, in waiting on the latest installment in this oh so thrilling saga. I’m just gonna give a little disclaimer, I’m not super happy with the execution of this chapter. It was supposed to be longer, but so much was happening, I worried it might be too much. I took out a lot of things, maybe they’ll be included in the future. Hopefully no blaring editing issues. Anyway, she’s short and a little all over the place. But there is one moment that felt like a sucker punch to the throat... Anyway, enjoy this cute picture of the babes chilling in Australia :)

Warnings: Language, some drinking.

Words: 8.7k+

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January 17, 1974

“Oh, I’m fucking exhausted,” you announced to the empty living room as you flopped onto the sofa, face first. 

Most nights had been quiet since New Year’s. You worked most of them, but even when you got to be home, Brian was seldom there. 

Neither of you brought up what had happened, neither of you knew what the other was aware of. You didn’t tell Brian about your intentions for the evening, or the passionate night that was borne from your despair, and he certainly didn’t tell you about what he overheard.

The strangest thing about the situation for you, however, was the relief you felt whenever you discovered that Brian wasn’t in the flat. The interactions you shared were awkward, filled with silences and missed connections. Feeling that way around him broke your heart every time.

You stayed in the same position for a while, careful not to drift off into slumber just yet, until you decided you wanted to get something to drink. Slowly peeling yourself from the fabric of the seats, you felt your spine crack with precision. The sound wasn’t pleasant, but you appreciated the sensation that followed.

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a pile of unwashed dishes in the sink. You groaned, not wanting to clean up after someone else’s mess. Upon further inspection, you saw that there were four plates, each with a thin dusting of bread crumbs. It probably meant Brian had the boys over, and they were all out together now. You drummed your fingers over the faucet head before turning on the cold water, allowing it to fill your glass once the temperature was acceptable.

The countertops were all a little dirtier than you would have liked. Some wet spots from god knows what, small bits of food that no one took the care to swipe off the surfaces. It irritated you, but you couldn’t find the energy in yourself to fix it. With a deep breath, you exited the space without doing anything. It’s not my problem.

You walked across the living room to get to the hallway, and came upon your bedroom door. It was closed shut, as you had left it before you went to work. Taking a sip from your glass, you jiggled the handle to get inside. For the first time in years, you heard the familiar grating creak of the hinges, causing a shiver to slither down your spine. It wasn’t like that this morning, was it? Pushing past it, you got into your room, and sat on the bed without closing the door behind you. The blue color scheme filled you with a newfound calm. The lazy light of the sunset peeked around the curtain covering the window. You basked in the soft hues of pink and orange, closing your eyes in relaxation.

Shaking you out of it, you heard the flat’s door click open and shut. Through the doorway to your bedroom, you peered, and were met with the sight of a somber Brian. He felt your gaze upon him but didn’t reciprocate. Instead, he tossed his jacket onto the coat rack and marched to his own bedroom. You expected to hear a slam, but it didn’t come. Concerned, you tiptoed down the hallway to check on your best friend.

Brian sat at the piano pushed against the wall, one of his hands held over his eyes, the other gently rest atop the uncovered keys. You felt as though you were intruding on his privacy, and decided to leave him be. As you vanished, Brian turned to look at you, only seeing an empty hallway. He lowered his eyes to the piano in front of him, and softly trilled in the silence.

From your room, you could hear the quietly mournful music drifting in.

And so, you both sat in your loneliness, waiting for the other to rescue you.

_______________

January 22

“Oi, give me the hat!” Roger hollered as Freddie swiped his beret from the table.

“You’ll thank me for this,” Freddie snided.

“Thank you for stealing?”

“Theft can be good for the victim.”

“In what circumstances, Fred?”

“Collecting the insurance.”

“You think I have my hats insured?”

“Well, I do.”

You and John sat at a safe distance from the bickering, entertained by the others’ antics of the day. He hid the laughter forming at his lips with his fist, but you weren’t as careful about covering your cheer. Your giggling made it harder for Deaky to contain his own, and eventually he broke, his sweet chimes joining in with yours. Freddie and Roger didn’t appreciate the seeming ridicule, turning their snipping comments to the pair of you.

“Shut up, Deaky,” Roger huffed. “Wouldn’t want to insure your stuff, no one would steal it.”

Freddie smirked. “No one would want it.” You smiled at the silly expression of offense John was giving them. Freddie then looked at you. “Don’t think you’re safe in this, Y/N.” Brian came out to join the rest of you, finally emerging from the shower, watching the rest of you teasing and playing around. He leaned against the doorframe. You were the only one who noticed him standing there. Freddie continued poking fun, “I’ve seen that horrible brown jumper of yours.”

You frowned, eyes drifting down to your hands. “It was a gift.”

“From who? Deaky?” Roger teased.

“No.”

Roger continued pressing, “What kind of boyfriend doesn’t give you gifts?”

John’s eyes widened, looking from Roger to Freddie, and landing on you. You both shifted uneasily in your seats, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Brian glared at Roger, not wanting to bring up the conversation of New Year’s. The two of them had many discussions about what they had perceived. Or rather, Brian ranted about everything while Roger made snide comments just to rile him up. You didn’t see the angered stares shared between them, and got up from your place next to John. Deaky watched you with apologies brimming in his eyes. 

Not looking at him, you moved on to go into the kitchen, ignoring the comments being murmured in deep tones. Turning on one of the burners under the tea kettle, you reached for a mug in the cupboard above you. John came up behind you and helped you grab one, setting it down on the counter near you. You stared at him. He was sheepish.

“Sorry about them, Y/N.”

“Not your fault. They’re mostly harmless anyway.”

“Mostly,” he reemphasized. “Wouldn’t trust them around open flame.”

You grinned. “Maybe then they’d actually be able to collect some insurance money.” John ceded, holding his hands up in defeat. “And I’m sorry I was so quick to dismiss the thought, I just didn’t want them to get the wrong idea.”

“No, I understand. I wasn’t offended.”

You sighed, grateful. “Lunch yesterday was great.” He beamed down at you.

“I thought so too. We should do it again sometime.”

The creak of a floorboard caught your attention. You sharply snapped you head to the side, seeing Brian standing alone, coming in from the living room. You felt like you were caught red handed, even though you hadn’t done anything. His face had no expression, not wanting to betray the upset brewing inside. John cleared his throat.

“I should probably take Fred and Rog home.”

“You drove them here?” You asked, tearing away from Brian’s face.

Deaky nodded. “Roger’s car had to be fixed. He was quite upset about it.”

“What happened? Did he get in an accident?”

“No, he thinks someone dented the side of it, but I tried to tell him it was already there.”

Brian, who hadn’t said anything since you saw him, grumbled, “It’s no Beatrix.” You smiled fondly, glad that he had humor about him. 

“Beatrix is a sturdy lady,” you joked. Brian’s harshness became less intense. John wasn’t sure how to respond to the words being spoken, awkwardly swaying and puffing out his cheeks. You faced him. “Y’know, you don’t have to leave. We could all go out for food or something.” He left a pause, hesitant. 

“It’s not really dinner time.”

“Does it have to be?” Brian arched an eyebrow, almost challenging his bandmate. 

Deaky was unfazed. “I have plans anyway.”

You perked up, “Sounds nice. Maybe some other time, then.” Your eyes darted between the two tall men standing beside you. Brian shifted away from John and smiled down upon you.

“You know where to find me,” John said, slowly shuffling away from the situation, making his way to where the others sat. You followed him, and Brian followed you out into the living room.

Roger stood triumphant, beret placed sloppily on his head. Freddie has his arms crossed, rolling his eyes as they conversed. John rested an arm on Freddie’s shoulder, telling them that he was ready to leave. They collected their things, giving you various remarks of “Thank you” and “See you later” and other things of the sort. You watched them clumsily make their way out the door, Roger stumbling over Freddie’s foot. John gave you a kind smile as he closed the door behind him, shepherding the rowdy pair away.

“We could still get something to eat, if you’d like,” Brian suggested. You took your attention away from the group who had just left and brought it to him.

“Sure. Haven’t been wined and dined by you lately,” you smiled. He scoffed, but an amused grin wrenched itself across his face. “Not every girl gets to say she’s had dinner with Brian May.”

But not every girl was you.

He held his tongue, keeping the words on his mind out of his mouth.

“I guess I should put some clothes on,” you muttered to yourself, unconsciously twiddling with the hem of the shirt you had been lounging in all afternoon. Brian nodded, combing a hand through his still damp hair. You left him alone for a few minutes, searching through your things to find something to slip on. This seems to be a common occurrence, you mocked yourself.

In ransacking the dresser drawers, your hands dug out an old brown jumper. Wistfully, you pulled it up to your face and took in a deep breath, allowing the scent of sage to crash in over you. After the brief moment of personal intimacy, you carefully stashed it away again before moving on to find something to wear for the evening.

* * *

“So, when is your flight to Australia?” You asked in between bites of your salad.

Brian quickly wiped a napkin over his mouth. “We leave on Thursday.”

“It’s going to be a long one.”

“I know, and I’m already stressing out over it ‘cause Freddie is worried about the inoculations we have to get. Hates needles.”

You dipped your water. “His nerves are making you anxious?”

“More like irritating me to the point of insanity,” Brian answered.

“Any of the others scared of needles?”

“No, just Fred.”

“Where are you going to get them done?”

“We’re going to a clinic tomorrow.”

You creased your forehead. “That’s cutting it awfully close.”

“It’s taken us this long to get Freddie to come to terms with it.”

“Hmm. I would’ve thought Roger was the one who had a hard time with shots.”

Brian shook his head, eyes cast down. “I think he worked with needles enough at uni to get over that.” You nodded in agreement.

“That’s fair, I got over my fear.”

Brian gave a sly smile, looking up at you through his dark eyelashes. “I will never forget the screaming.”

“I never screamed.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he teased.

You glared at him. “At least I never cried because the teacher wrote ‘Good job’ instead of ‘Excellent’ on my maths homework.”

“That was one time!”

“Yeah, because he never did it again after he saw your snotty little nose running.”

Brian leaned back in his chair, away from you, to get a better look at his surroundings. “It’s rather nice in here,” he mused. “Don’t y’think?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

His eyelids fluttered, probably without him meaning to. You were struck with his loveliness. Does he always do that? I’ve never noticed.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come to Melbourne with us?”

You pushed the thought out of your mind. “Yes, I’m sure, Bri. I already had this discussion with John.” That was the wrong thing to say, and you knew it as it came from your lips. Brian’s soft glow dwindled, his gentle demeanor crushed.

“When you went to lunch yesterday?” He spoke quietly. You felt a pang of guilt rising in your chest.

“Well, not yesterday. It was sometime last week.” You writhed at the seemingly incriminating words spilling from you.

Brian brought his eyes back down to his fiddling fingers, not wanting to make eye contact. “Do you go often?”

His questions were starting to aggravate you. They sounded like accusations, as if there was something wrong about going to lunch with a friend who wasn’t him. “Does it matter?”

Brian gave a small chuckle, but it sounded a little unhinged. “Well, your boyfriend should take you out whenever he can. I mean, you’re a busy lady.” He felt himself ruining the evening more with every word, but he had to speak his mind. It was killing him to think about you and Deaky, and he wanted you to know that, even if this wasn’t the way to do it.

You detested the mocking, condescending quality of his words. “I am busy, but I always make time for my friends. Maybe if you bothered to ask if I had plans, we could’ve gone for lunch, too. But you didn’t. So what’s it to you if John wanted—”

“I don’t need to know what John wanted.”

That’s it. You stood up from the booth where you were sitting and stared down at Brian. “What the hell is your problem?” He didn’t say anything. “Whomever I go out for a meal with is none of your concern. Especially when you haven’t even tried to talk to me in weeks. I hate it! I hate it when you get jealous just because I’m not waiting around the flat for you to come home to me. I can have other companions in life, Brian.” You grabbed your purse and moved away from the table. “And John is not my fucking boyfriend. Not that it’s any of your business.” You rummaged through the purse’s contents, and threw some money to him. “Have a nice time in Melbourne.”

Brian watched you storm off. Once you were gone, he rested his head on the flat surface of the table. He blew it again, and he didn’t even get his burning questions answered.

_______________

January 24

The sound of Brian’s blaring alarm woke you far earlier than you intended to be up. You didn’t even plan on seeing him off, and though you knew it was petty, you debated it as you were in bed, hearing him shuffling through his stuff in preparation.

In contrast, Brian hadn’t slept a wink. It was now three o’clock in the morning, and he had been laying still for the past five hours. He felt nauseated ever since he got the inoculations, his head was spinning from the magnitude of it all, and he couldn’t help but play the disastrous supper between the pair of you over and over again in his head. It seemed as though someone was telling him to stay home. And Brian considered it. But then his alarm went off, and he was brought back to reality. 

You finally came to the conclusion that you should get up and go to the airport with Brian and the others. You rationalized that someone would have to drive Brian’s car back home, even though you really just wanted to move on from the argument that had broken out in the restaurant. The tenseness that had taken over the apartment since the beginning of the year was driving you crazy, choking all joy from your lives together. Going to the airport might be an olive branch. At least, you hoped so.

But the thing that confused you the most was why Brian had been so cross with you and Deaky. You were unable to get around it, always coming back to a big question mark. Brian never explained his animosity over your friendship with John. You thought it might have to do with him drunkenly asking you out on his birthday, but you couldn’t connect it to any reasons that Brian might have. It never occurred to you that Brian was upset about much more recent events that he thought had transpired.

You pulled the warm covers off of your body, and walked over to your closet to find something warm and comfortable to slip on.

Brian dragged his bag down the hallway, his arm hurt too much to pick it up. You stepped out of your room just as he was approaching it. The circles that were customarily under his eyes seemed impossibly dark. It worried you.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“How did you sleep?”

He snorted. “I didn’t.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great,” he lied. You weren’t convinced, but decided not to say anything. He continued walking, dragging the bag beside him. You came up behind him and scooped the bag into your arms. He seemed surprised. “Are you coming to the airport?”

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?”

Brian smiled with appreciation and didn’t respond to your question.

“You want me to drive? I’m a little more well rested.”

“If you insist.”

“I do,” you affirmed.

 Brian shrugged, too tired to put up a fight. “Then who am I to say no?”

“Is this everything you’re bringing?” You motioned with the bag.

“Mmhmm.” His drowsy voice caught in his throat. “Red is too.”

“I could’ve guessed as much,” you playfully scolded. “Should I go grab—”

“I can carry my own guitar,” he piped. “I’m not completely incompetant.”

“No, you’re not.” You voice softened, feeling intense affection for your best friend, standing with sleep in his eyes. Brian overlooked your adoring eyes and stumbled off to grab his guitar case. You set the bag down to pull your boots up and loop a coat around your arms, bundling up in preparation for the nippy winter morning air. Brian came back with the case in hand, and a silly grin. The shift from his drowsy droopiness to a more cheerful disposition eased some of the concerns you held for him. “Are you ready?”

“I suppose I am.”

--May 19, 1969--

“Happiest of birthdays, Pip!” Your father loudly spoke over the phone, using the nickname he’d given you when you were small.

“Thank you, dad. Tell mum I say thank you for the biscuits she sent.”

“You can tell her yourself,” he said, oblivious to your desire to hang up. “Dear, Y/N wants to talk to you!” He called to your mother, who must have been in another room. 

“Oh, dad, I don’t have much ti—”

“Y/N, sweetie?” A feminine voice came through the speaker. 

You sighed silently to yourself.

“Hi, mum.”

“Happy birthday!”

“Thank you.”

“I can’t believe you’re already twenty two. I miss my little baby. You were just so cute.”

“Ha, yeah. Thank you, mum, for the biscuits.”

“They travelled alright?”

“Yes, delicious as ever.” You took a bite of one, making sure she could hear you eating it. “Mmm.”

“Have any plans for the day?”

“No, I got the day off to do nothing.”

Your mother laughed. “Just as you like it.”

You let a pause drift into the conversation, trying to let it move naturally. “Is Bri there?” You asked, as if you had just thought of it, even though it was the first thing on your mind when you had picked up the phone. You hadn’t spoken to Brian in several days, and were really hoping he’d call you on your birthday. Thus far, however, he hadn’t, and with each passing hour you grew more disappointed.

“No, he’s not, sweetie. Has he called you yet?”

“No.”

“He’s probably busy,” she defended Brian.

“Probably.” 

The disappointment must have slipped into your tone, because your mother said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s working on some huge surprise, like he does every year.”

“Well, ’ve been home every year for my birthday, mum. It’s a bit easier to do something when you’re in the same country.”

She hesitated. “Don’t be so sure, dear. Brian always comes through.”

You smiled meekly. He does. The mere thought of him made your eyes dewy. Being away from home, from him, for so much of your time was even more difficult than you had predicted. It had been the better part of a year since you moved to Helsinki for work, but the homesickness never seemed to subside like everyone said it would.

“You miss him, don’t you?”

“You could say that,” you laughed, only partially being jocose.

“Hmm, more than your father and me?”

The brief delay in your response gave her a good chuckle.

“What–no!”

“You’ve never been good at lying, sunshine.”

You knew she had a point. 

“It’s not that I miss him more, it’s just a different kind of missing.”

“You don’t have to defend yourself. Love has a funny way of making many things of a ‘different kind,’ Pip.” Your mum started rambling on about something that you couldn’t really pay attention to, caught up on the last comment she made.

“Huh?”

She stopped. “What?”

“I never said anything about love.”

“You didn’t have to, dear.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

You could hear your parents whisper to each other, followed by a shared laugh. “Like I said, Y/N, you never were good at lying.”

Before you could ask her to elaborate on the implications behind her sarcasm, a gentle knock came at the door of your small apartment.

“Mum?”

“Yes?”

“Can I call you back? It sounds like someone’s at the door.” You held your hand over the lower portion of the telephone to call out to the person behind the door. “Just a minute!”

A delighted noise came from the other side of the call. “Of course, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, mum. And dad.”

“He says he knows. Talk to you at some point, then.”

“Alright.”

She hung up before you had the chance to. With slight indignance, you set the phone back on its hook and moved to answer the continuous knocking.

You swung the door open, in the midst of saying “Sorry,” revealing the most beautiful face you had ever laid eyes on.

“Happy birthday, love.”

Before you squeak any words out, your body took over and enveloped his lanky figure in your arms. “I missed you,” you choked, a sob lodging itself in your throat. His reassuring embrace surrounded you, pulling you further into his warmth.

“Not as much as I missed you,” Brian replied lovingly, stroking your hair gingerly.

“Somehow I doubt that,” you said, your voice muffled by his shirt, which you had your face nestled in.

Without being able to hear you very well, Brian knew exactly what you had said and smiled secretly to himself. “I promise you.”

You pulled your face away from him, to get a better look at his beauty. “It’s so cute when you say silly things.”

“Hmm, well, I must not be very cute right now, since I didn’t say anything silly.”

“Oh, god!” You giggled, leaving his touch completely. “Is that the best you can do?”

No, you’re the best I can do, he thought privately. “Must be out of practice.”

You moved out of the doorway, allowing Brian to come into the small space. He walked through, and caught you staring intently at him.

“What?”

“Just can’t believe you’re here.”

“Yet, here I am!” He extended his slender arms out to his sides to punctuate the statement.

“Here you are,” you echoed, calmer than your visitor, words honeyed with enamoration. 

Brian was completely oblivious.

“I hope this isn’t an intrusion. Your mum said it would be alright if I came as a surprise.”

“I can honestly say, this is the best birthday you’ve ever orchestrated.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded slowly, taking in his features. Memorizing them. The light rosiness of his cheeks endearing him to you even more.

He shied away from your gaze a little bit. “The plane ticket was all I could really afford, ’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Huh?” You had zoned out while admiring him.

Brian’s blush deepened. “I didn’t bring a gift. Only myself.”

You adjusted your stance to meet his eyes directly. 

“It’s just what I wanted.”

* * *

“This place is nice,” Brian looked around, observing the cafe you were sitting in.

“It’s no Beat-Nick’s, but I make do.”

“Do they know you by name yet?”

You shook your head. “No, but they know my order, so it’s only a matter of time.”

“Baby steps,” he quipped.

“Exactly.” You sipped from the tea in front of you. “How’s the band doing?”

Brian shrugged. “Tim’s got a cold, and Roger’s going through a crisis.”

“Isn’t he always?”

“I think his life is a crisis.”

“That would explain a lot.”

He blew through his lips, exaggerating his expression. “Yes. Yes, it would.”

You marveled at the ethereal qualities of his face, how striking yet delicate he was. The contrast between his pale skin and dark hair. You had forgotten the hazel coloration that painted his eyes, as if the vastness of the universe was trapped inside them.

“What is it this time?” You asked, referring to Roger’s present problem.

Brian rolled his eyes to the back of his head. “Lady problems, what else?”

You scrunched your mouth to the side. “Having troubles with Janet?”

“They split months ago.”

“Already?” You whistled. “That didn’t take long.”

“Never does.”

“But he’s really not as much of a player as he seems.”

“I’d say he’s a bit of a player, just not a womanizer.”

“He’s mostly respectful,” you sniped, talking into your teacup. Brian laughed at your comment.

“We can’t all be bad boys.” He leaned back, his tone cocky.

You narrowed your eyes into slits, staring at Brian with suspicion. “This again? We’ve established that you’re the furthest thing from a bad boy, on many occasions.”

“Hey, you’ve been gone for a while. I could be a completely changed man.”

“You haven’t changed since the day I met you.” You dropped the teasing manner and switched into a more sincere one. “And I’m glad.”

“I’d hope I’ve changed a little bit.”

You grinned, basking in his presence. “Nope. You’re Brian May, everlasting.”

“Hmm. Not sure I like that.”

You shrugged. “I don’t make the rules.”

“No, you just enforce them.”

“Someone has to.”

Brian took a large drink from his cup, hissing as the hot tea touched his tongue. “Thought it would’ve cooled by now.”

“You have to sip.”

“Tough guys don’t take sips.”

“And tough guys don’t hiss at lukewarm tea.”

“That’s blatant stereotyping, Y/N. I thought you were better than that.”

“Nobody’s perfect.” Except you, you said internally. You instinctively reached for Brian’s hand that was lain atop the table. He wanted to stay there, but reluctantly pulled away from your soft fingers. You were taken aback, he never rejected you so explicitly. You felt your face heating, but willed yourself not to get upset. “Everything okay?”

“Uh, yes.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I have a girlfriend,” he suddenly blurted.

“Oh.” You weren’t expecting that.

“Yeah,” Brian lowered his eyes. “It’s new.” God, he wished he didn’t say anything. The shock on your face broke his heart, guilt-ridden.

You cleared your throat, trying to rid yourself of the burning sensation. “That’s exciting.”

“It can be.”

“Is it serious?” You tried to play it cool.

From Brian’s perspective, you were just asking out of friendliness.

“No, I think it’s too early. More fun than anything.”

“What’s her name?”

“May.”

You scoffed, not the slightest bit amused. “If you got married, she’d be May May.”

Brian shifted in his seat, horrified that he ruined the happy day he’d been trying to give you. “I doubt we’ll get married.” 

“Don’t sound so certain.”

He was certain. He didn’t love her. 

Brian made sounds of dismissal.

“Then why date her?”

She was more like a distraction from the hole you left in his life, and he knew he couldn’t move on if he didn’t have a distraction. But he couldn’t bring himself to say that. For all he knew, you were uninterested in him.

For all you knew, Brian was uninterested in you.

And suddenly you understood what your mother was saying. You couldn’t even lie to yourself. 

You were in love with your best friend.

--1974--

Freddie perked up as he saw you walking up with Brian. “Y/N! I’m glad you came!” He turned to Brian. “Did you convince her to come?”

Brian set down his guitar by his feet, and you mirrored his action by placing his bag on the ground. “Nah, she’s a stubborn one,” Brian lightly teased, holding the arm that hurt in his free hand. You noticed the small wince he gave as his hand came in contact with the pained area. You shot him a quizzical glance, hoping he might tell you if something was feeling off. But he didn’t notice.

“I just came to see you off,” you turned your focus to Freddie.

“One of these days, you’re gonna have to come with us.”

Brian looked smug. “She promised she would if we ever headline in America.”

“Is that so?” Freddie’s tone was vaguely taunting. You nodded slightly. His smile broadened. “Then I supposed it’s good we’re so popular.”

“I wouldn’t say popular,” Brian’s modesty balanced Freddie’s confident optimism.

“Just with the ladies, then.” Freddie winked at you. You laughed out of politeness.

“Speaking of,” you looked around, “where’s Roger? And how’d you get here before anyone?”

“I’ve got my ways, dear,” Freddie smirked. “And Roger had to be picked up by Deaky. His car’s still at the garage.”

“I thought it was just a small dent?” Brian’s confusion reflected your own.

“Apparently not.” Freddie tilted his head. “They should be here soon, though, if you wanted to wait to say goodbye to them.”

“I really should probably go back to bed,” you added quickly. “I have work this afternoon. Probably should have more than four hours of sleep under my belt.” You hugged Freddie firmly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Do tell them they have my love, and I’m rooting for you all.” You stood on your tiptoes, bringing Brian’s face down closer to you, and planted a small peck on his cheek. “Call me as soon as you can. If I’m not home, call the hospital.”

“Yes, mum,” Brian sighed.

“And I’ll be here waiting when you get back.” You blew Freddie a kiss as you began to walk away. “Have a safe flight.”

“I’ll do my best, dear!”

You turned your back to them just in time to conceal a teardrop rolling down your cheek.

Brian longingly watched you leave. He took a deep breath, thinking about how leaving home was never easy. Even if it was only for a few days.

_______________

January 31

You paced back and forth, keeping a close eye on the nearby clock. They were supposed to get in fifteen minutes ago. The airport was fairly empty, with some families randomly reuniting as passengers got off of their respective planes. You saw some people kissing their loved ones goodbye, some departures were sorrowful, others were more casual. A young woman, probably around eighteen, was giving her mother a long, tender hug. They were both smiling, but you were sure they were smiles of hope and pride, since there were still some tears flowing from the pair. Maybe the girl was going off to school somewhere far away, or just leaving for an extended trip. You couldn’t tell, but the interaction left you feeling nostalgic, remembering how hard it was to leave for Finland all those years ago. You had been accompanied by a larger entourage comprised of your parents, Stella, and of course, Brian, there to see you off. They all promised to visit, but Stella never lived up to it. You couldn’t blame her, though, seeing how busy she was in her endeavors. And your parents only came a few times. Brian made a habit to come as often as he could, but it became harder as Queen formed and grew more successful.

The mental tangent had taken up a few minutes of your time, and an announcement from the speakers broke you out of it. It had informed you of the arrival of the boys’ flight. You smoothed out your dress, trying to make yourself more presentable. You weren’t sure why you were trying to fix yourself up, it was just the boys. But something about that afternoon made you more anxious to appear put together. You just wanted to hold Brian in your arms. A week wasn’t much time, but it was more than enough to make you move on from the little tiff you’d had a couple days before they left.

A door opened, and a stream of weary travellers spilled out, all looking exhausted from the lengthy flight. You rose up onto the tips of your toes to get a better look at the passersby. You didn’t recognize any of them and willed them to pick up the pace. You just wanted to see some lovely, friendly faces.

And at long last, you did.

* * *

“I don’t think they liked us very much, at first,” Roger recounted at the dinner table. 

Freddie had insisted that the group of you go out to get a “welcome home” meal, and everyone else was too tired to argue.

“Oh? And what do you suspect made them change their minds?” You asked, looking at the blond man sitting directly across from you.

“My stunning good looks?”

Deaky scoffed quietly, but since he was sitting next to you, you could hear him well. It made you smile. Brian, who sat on the other side of you, observed the secret moment that transpired between you and John. He frowned and turned away, looking at Roger instead.

“I think Fred’s voice might’ve done the trick,” Brian countered, his tone sounding irritated.

Roger sat silent for a few seconds, before coming back with, “I suppose the lethal combination of Fred’s voice and my good looks might’ve done ’em in.”

You humored him. “That sounds likely.”

Deaky leaned in, more invested in the conversation. The closeness between the two of you was not lost on Brian. “I think talent is more important than looks.”

“Of course you would think that,” Roger sneered.

You turned to John. “I think you’ve all got both.” Then you eyed Roger. “Most of you, anyway.”

“Hey!”

“Got a problem with that, pretty boy?” Freddie joined in on teaming up against Roger.

“I think you mean ruggedly handsome.”

You and Freddie shared knowing looks. “I don’t think I do, Rog.” Everyone at the table let out a charmed laugh, but Roger’s focus was elsewhere. His gaze was drawn to somewhere behind you, John, and Brian.

“Hey, Bri?” Roger’s voice grew hushed.

“Yes, Roger?” Brian’s response was much more worn.

“Isn’t that the girl from university?” Roger subtly pointed a finger in the direction of his focus. Brian whipped his head around, failing to continue in the same vein of subtlety. You didn’t look behind you, hoping that Roger was mistaken.

Brian came back to look at Freddie and Roger, eyes widened. It confirmed what you wished wasn’t true.

“Almost-Perfect?” You asked. He nodded.

“I think she saw me looking. Is she coming over?”

Freddie’s eyes quickly darted up to check. “No, but she is looking this way.”

Brian tensed up. “Should I go say something?”

“Do you want to?” Roger asked.

“I don’t know...I should, shouldn’t I? Since she saw me?”

You turned away, forcing yourself to pay attention to anything, or anyone, except Brian. So, you settled on Deaky, who was already looking at you. He noticed the desperate expression on your face and whispered, “Are you okay?” You didn’t say anything, and just nodded. You didn’t even know how to express what you were feeling. You weren’t really sure of what you were feeling.

Brian noticed this second private moment between you and John. It made up his mind for him.

“I’ll be back.” Brian’s voice was sharp and curt. He stood quickly, paused to look at you while you were still facing Deaky, and took slow strides away from the table.

You wished he hadn’t.

Roger and Freddie looked at each other, hoping that this might be the turning point for Brian. Maybe rekindling something with someone who was almost perfect might bring him out of his misery, even though they were rooting for the pair of you to end up together.

Though it might have only been a few minutes, the time between Brian leaving and coming back seemed like an eternity. What is he saying? Is she happy to see him?

Deaky rubbed the small of your back, seeing the sorrow breaking across your face. He didn’t bother asking what was troubling you, he didn’t want to make the moment about him.

The familiar sound of Brian’s gait came up behind you, slowing as he neared his designated seat.

Roger and Freddie stared at him expectantly, sitting with bated breath. 

“Well? How’d it go?”

“Clearly, it was fine. She didn’t throw a drink in his face.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s fine, Roger.”

Brian’s face gave away nothing, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. 

“She, uh, she asked me to dinner.” He hated the words that were about to escape his lips, but he felt the need to say them anyway. You pulled away from Deaky’s gentle touch, anxiously waiting for Brian to continue. “We’re going on Saturday.”

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February 7

You sat on a couch at the studio, outside of the meeting, waiting for it to adjourn. Roger had driven you there from the hospital. Being the one who lived closest, he offered to bring you to the meeting with him, picking you up before going on a night out with the others. It didn’t give you time to wash up, but you had a spare change of clothes in your work locker. It finally came in handy.

It shocked you when you and Roger were the first ones there, other than the intimidating company representatives who informed you that, unfortunately, you weren’t allowed to sit in on the official business meeting, so you had to find entertainment on your own accord. At some point, staring at album cover art grew tiresome, and reading random three-word plaques proved to be as boring as it sounds. After that, you ran out of ideas.

Freddie’s distinctive voice rang through the corridor, accompanied by Brian’s softer tones. Then came a girlish giggle. 

In that moment, you both wished you weren’t there, and to be the one who had been picked up by Brian. To distract yourself, you revisited the album covers that you had already studied to death. The challenge came when you tried to appear focused.

Brian stopped walking when he noticed you, but continued talking to his companions, leading them to stop in their tracks as he did.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you quickly peered over to the small group. Almost-Perfect had her fingers coyly wrapped around Brian’s forearm, hanging onto his every word, both figuratively and literally.

Her strawberry-blonde hair was significantly longer than it used to be, in your memory of seeing her from a distance almost a decade prior. She had a slender nose with a slight point, crystal blue eyes, and perfectly bowed lips. It angered you that Brian could be so shallow as to pick the most conventionally attractive woman you’d ever seen. But you had to admit, Almost-Perfect was an apt nickname.

Brian’s eyes slid easily down her face, her laughter coaxing a smile to form on his lips.

You turned back to the images in front of you, suddenly very appealing. It’s been one date, you fumed silently. Why is she here? Why would he bring her? We were supposed to go out for a fun evening.

Freddie and Brian began walking again, passing you to get into the room set up for the meeting. Neither of them made eye contact with you, but you could sense some faltering, like Freddie wanted to stop to talk to you. But Brian walked on, and brought Freddie with him.

The pretty woman standing nearby approached you with caution, seemingly intimidated. You met her eyes, trying not to glare. She gave you a weak smile and pointed to the space next to you. You moved over just enough to come across inviting. She sat down, maintaining a gap between you.

“You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yes.”

The blonde’s smile grew less timid. “I’m May.” She stuck out her hand, extending it for you to shake. You complied begrudgingly.

“Nice to meet you—”

“Officially,” May interrupted, clearly nervous about meeting you.

“Right.” You acknowledged slowly, retracting your hand from the too-lengthy handshake you’d been locked in.

“Can’t believe we haven’t really met before,” she considered. “I feel like I know you already.” You must have looked sceptical, because May quickly added, “But of course, I don’t.” Pause. “Know anything.” Pause. “About you.”

What the hell?

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t know anything about you either.” You straightened up in your seat, pretending to have a new thought. “Though, you’re seeing Brian, so I guess I do know something about you.” The pettiness seeping from your brain melted your tongue like acid. You didn’t like acting in such a way, but you couldn’t control yourself.

“You’re Brian’s roommate, so I guess I know something about you too, then.”

Roommate.

Roommate?

“Fair enough,” you ceded through gritted teeth. 

If May already had you so on edge, you could tell it was going to be a long relationship.

* * *

Deaky never ended up making it to the meeting, which was highly unusual. The others grew worried, Freddie fearing the worst. But when the time came to hit the town, all concerns were exchanged for ridiculous theories over John’s whereabouts. 

Freddie rode with you and Roger to the bar, leaving Brian and May to drive alone. Your blood boiled, resentful about how quickly she’d assumed your customary spot right next to him. How quickly he’d replaced you. The entire drive over, you were unable to think about anything else, even with Roger and Freddie’s prodding. Occasionally you would see them slip each other sly gazes, but you didn’t care enough to decipher their implications. You just couldn’t get to the bar soon enough.

Much to your chagrin, Brian and May had arrived before the rest of you, and parked at the far end of the lot. Away from any other vehicles, as Roger proudly pointed out. You didn’t like what he was implying.

The interior of the establishment didn’t match the cozy exterior. Neon lights covered the main room from wall to wall, casting vibrant hues upon the patrons. You wove through the dancing bodies, following the unmistakable silhouette of Brian’s hair.

As your trio got closer to the destination, you saw that Brian and May were accompanied by another pair. Your eyes skipped over to the other couple, beaming as you realized who they were. You rushed to embrace John and Veronica in your arms, pleased to see people with whom you had less complicated relationships.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” you shouted over the loud music.

“Here we are!” Deaky grinned, his arm wrapped around Veronica’s waist. She looked more reluctant to be there, but she relaxed into his loving hold.

Veronica stroked your shoulder, happy to see you too. “John was just introducing me to, uh, May, was it?”

“Yes,” May answered. You didn’t move your eyes from Veronica as she spoke.

“I guess that makes you Roger’s date of the evening?” John asked, teasing you and the blond.

You laughed at the thought, Roger agreeing with your sentiment. “Sure,” you chortled. “I’ll be his girl for the night.” Brian was alerted by the specific word choice you made.

Roger put his arm around your shoulders. “Yep, that’s my girl alright.”

“Wait,” Brian interrupted, “you’ve already met Veronica, Y/N?”

You looked at Brian’s face for the first time since you’d gotten there. “Mmhmm. They’ve been together for...four months now?”

“Almost,” Deaky nodded.

“So, I guess we met two months ago?”

“Something like that,” Veronica confirmed. 

Brian’s head spun, trying to wrap his head around the order of events. Nothing added up. He watched your casual grazes with John’s arms, or the look John gave you. It led to only one logical conclusion. 

“Deaky?” Brian’s voice rose an octave. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Deaky rolled his eyes, making you and Veronica giggle, before following the direction Brian was heading. You didn’t watch them leave, only focusing on the friends surrounding you.

* * *

Brian abruptly stopped walking, turning on his heel to look Deaky in the eye. “What the fuck, John?”

“What?” Deaky was clueless.

“You’ve been dating Veronica for four months—”

“Almost four months,” he corrected.

Brian closed his eyes, losing what little patience he had left. “Almost four months, and New Year’s was only a month ago?”

“I don’t understand, that’s a question you have to ask me?”

“No,” Brian snapped. He leaned in, looking into his bandmate’s eyes earnestly. “John, I need you to clarify something for me.”

John pursed his lips, arching an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

Brian towered over the bassist, eyes now dark and harsh. “Did you sleep with Y/N when you took her home after the party?” His voice was more vulnerable in contrast to his appearance.

Deaky’s face went blank, not fully registering what Brian was asking him. “I don’t think I understand what you—”

“Did you fucking use Y/N to cheat on your girlfriend?”

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February 14

“You’re going to lunch?”

Brian held the keys in his hand, jingling them with anticipation. “I told May I had to be back for dinner. ’M all yours.”

“You better be,” you crossed your arms. “It’s the first time in years that we’ve actually gotten to hold our little tradition.”

He took a step closer to you, running his thumb over the exposed skin of your shoulder. “I know. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Brian quickly removed the contact of his hand, his face conveying regret to you. For him, it was more a look of longing. He just wanted to stay in the moment, where the drowse in your eyes made you gaze up at him through your eyelashes, streaks from a pillowcase imprinted in your skin, and your hair messy from sleeping in.

“Topping?”

He didn’t follow, too absorbed in your most hidden self. “Hmm?”

“What topping would you like?”

“Oh.” Brian paused to think about it, but nothing sprang to mind. “Whatever you’d like.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek goodbye, as he had done for years, but stopped himself, settling for a quick hug. “Surprise me.”

“If you say so…” You gave a taunting response.

He gave you a serious glance. “Nothing too surprising.”

“Fine, no watermelon pizza.”

He smiled at your goofy comment, gently squeezed your hand goodbye, and went to the door.

“Oh!” You cried out in remembrance. Brian turned to check on you. “Can you get some kind of grease? Damned door is creaking again.” You pointed in the direction of your bedroom.

“Hmm. Forgot it did that,” Brian shrugged. “Will do.”

And with that, he was gone.

* * *

Without meaning to, you wore Brian’s favorite dress. It didn’t occur to you as you were putting it on, or even as you studied yourself in the mirror. The black fabric still complemented the curves and dips of your body, hugging in just the right spots. You had to go braless once more, again, without meaning to. You played with the hem of the skirt, rolling the material carefully between your fingers. The quietness of the flat was broken as you began to hum to yourself. Nothing specific, it was just a little habit of yours whenever you found yourself being giddy. It was inexplicable. 

Almost as if you had something to be singing about. 

Or someone.

In the reflection of the mirror, something small and gleaming caught your eye. You examined its placement and went to find it. After clanging about on the surface of your dresser, you located the culprit.

A small bottle of Heavenly Blue perfume. 

Or at least, it used to be. Now, it was just another trinket among the rest of your little shiny things.

You touched the delicate label peeling from the bottle, tracing the tiny etching of lavender that decorated it. You pulled the top off, and took a whiff of the contents, expecting a hint of what used to be there. And you were welcomed with it.

Your humming got louder, morphing into something familiar. But you couldn’t quite place the melody.

A loud knocking was heard from the living room.

With a literal hop in your step, you hurried to answer the door. A short man stood on the other side, holding a large, flat box.

“Are you Y/N Y/L/N?”

“I am indeed.”

He handed you the hot box and stepped away. “Enjoy your pizza, Miss.”

“Oh, but I haven’t paid for it yet.”

The delivery man briefly shook his head, smiling kindly. “It’s already been taken care of. Have a lovely evening, Miss.” Before you could ask for an explanation, he was already down the hall, near the stairwell. You brought the box in, deciding not to question the free food.

* * *

Hours passed.

You sat alone on the couch, three quarters of the way through a bottle of moscato. Some record was playing in the background that you couldn’t even recall putting on.

You had already had a tearful, tipsy conversation with Stella over the phone, crying out of worry that something had happened to Brian. She assured you that he was just thoughtless, not dead. It took lots of convincing. At one point she offered to have you spend time with her and Odette, but you turned her down, expecting that Brian would be home at any time. 

Any minute now, you suspected, he’ll come running along with a big bouquet of flowers, unencumbered by anyone. It would just be you and him, like it was meant to be on your night.

But at this point, it was nearing midnight.

And Brian never showed.

Draining the last drops from the wine bottle, you picked up the phone on the end table. Frantically dialing, you whispered “Pleasepleaseplease” in desperation, hoping your call would be picked up.

As you were giving up home, a bewildered “Hello?” came ringing through from the other line.

You wiped a boozy tear from your cheek and sniffed, trying to soothe yourself.

“Um, hi. It’s me,” you twirled the cord around your finger. “I was wondering, would you want to come over tonight?”

A muffled “Why?” came through the receiver again.

You finished the last of your glass, staring at the door. Waiting, in hopes that Brian would come through just at the last moment. 

But he didn’t.

You gulped.

“I’m alone.”

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When You Come Home From a Bad Day at Work/School (HEAVENS)

First scenario! Also, I’m writing this because I’ve been having a terrible week so far (I already had two panic attacks in the span of 3 days and the week is about half-way done :( ). So, yeah. Kinda fluffy, kinda angsty. Aight, let’s do this.

Also, I’ll continue this scenario for the other groups if y’all want me to. I just thought I’d start with HEAVENS because I want to have a balance on who I’m writing for and also these bois need more love tbh.

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Scene: You were never the type to complain too much about going to work/school, we all have to do it anyway, right? Usually, petty little mishaps throughout the day don’t affect the entirety of how your day’s been. Today, however? Let’s just say you’ve hit your limit on what you could tolerate long before lunchtime. From your coworkers/classmates keeping you from getting that coin/education, to your boss/professor/teacher punishing you for something you didn’t even do. Obviously, you’d be fired/expelled if you even tried to release all that anger and stress that’s been brewing inside you all day - so you just held it in, put on the best fake smile you could muster, and went on with your day. You were impressed by how long you managed to keep up your facade, until you returned home. The first thing you did when you got home was rush to your room and slam the door shut.

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(Y/N) = your name

(N/N) = nickname

(F/F) = favorite food

I tried to be gender-neutral with this one. Hope you enjoy!

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Yamato Hyuga - 

You usually come home before your boyfriend did, since he liked to go for an afternoon run whenever he got the chance. Today was no different, though he noticed on his way back to his room that your bedroom door was shut and that he heard a string of obscenities that would make even a sailor blush. Your bedroom door was almost never shut and you were never the type to curse too much, even if you were alone. Yamato knew that something was very wrong, so he knocked on your door, not hesitating to open your door soon after. “(Y/N), I’m coming in,” he said loud enough to get you to stop punching the day-lights out of one of your pillows while muttering a string of curse words. 

“What’d that poor pillow ever do to you?” he asked jokingly, only to earn a scowl from you. He knew he wasn’t going to get very far into cheering you up by messing with you, so he sat down on your bed next to you and gently asked, “But seriously, are you okay?” 

You let out a sigh and explained what happened, somehow managing to not raise your voice too much. “That sucks,” Yamato replied. “Hey, you’re off tomorrow, right? Raging gave me the day off and I heard this new ice cream shop opened up last week. I’ve been wanting to check it out some time, did you want to go with me?” You nodded excitedly before he continued, “We can do whatever else you want to do too. Maybe it’ll take your mind off of the bullshit you went through today.” “Sounds great!” 

Eiji Otori - 

Your man was tending to his flowers when you came home, so he didn’t notice you were upset. His older brother, on the other hand? He noticed right away when you ran past him as he tried to talk to you. After noticing the tears that were forming in your eyes, he knew he had to talk to Eiji and see if he could cheer you up. “Eiji,” Eiichi called as he stuck his head out of the kitchen door leading to the flower garden. “(Y/N)’s home. I don’t think they’ve been having a good day, maybe you should check on them?” “Really?” the younger sibling replied, starting to panic. “What happened? Is (Y/N) crying? What did you do to them?” “Breathe, Eiji,” the older one answered. “I don’t know what’s wrong, all I know is that (Y/N) ran into their room and slammed the door. I think they’re crying, but you know I’d never try to hurt them. They’re dating my favorite little brother, after all.” “Nii-san, I’m you’re only brother,” Eiji said, slightly puzzled. “Just go check on (Y/N), please,” Eiichi sighed in mild frustration. “I’m worried about them.”

Eiji did as his brother asked, and found you nestled in a pile of blankets, sniffling and wiping tears from your eyes. “(Y/N)?” he asked, trying not to make you feeling worse by worrying too much about your current emotional state. “Please tell me what’s wrong. Did anyone hurt you?” You tried to tell him what was wrong, but it became harder for you to talk as you cried harder. “Deep breaths, (Y/N),” he reminded you gently, taking one of your hands into his and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Starting to feel calmer, you took deep breaths like he said. “Iii~” he said, imitating his older brother’s catchphrase to try and make you laugh. It worked, earning a snicker out of you. “Feeling better, (Y/N)?” he asked once you calmed down enough to finish explaining what was wrong. You nodded and thanked him for listening to you vent about your day. “Of course!” he replied. “Anything for you! Oh, I have something for you, by the way.” It was only them you noticed his other arm was behind his back the whole time, since he pulled it from there and gave you a bouquet of your favorite flowers which he picked from his own garden. “I’ll go put these in a vase for you, I’ll be right back,” he said before he left the room and you thanked him once more. 

Shion Amakusa - 

The sound of the door slamming woke up your snoozing boyfriend, mildly annoying him as he thought Van and Yamato were arguing over something stupid for the fourth time that week. After shrugging it off, he checked his phone to see if you’d texted him saying you were home. You did not and it was a half hour after you usually come home. Growing concerned, he sent you a message.

“Hey, (Y/N)-san. Are you almost home yet?”

Shion was nervous for a moment as you didn’t respond right away, but his nerves calmed slightly when you eventually replied.

“I’ve been home for half an hour. Sorry about that, Shion. I needed to cool off for a bit, had a bad day today.” 

As someone who has had problems with anxiety, he understood that you needed some space to calm down. He still wanted to help you through whatever upset you at work/school, so he sent you another message.

“Well, when you’re ready to talk, Amakusa will be in the living room waiting for you.”

About five minutes later, you decided that you were ready to vent to your lover about your day. You knew you could trust him to listen to you while he held you tightly in his arms, so you were able to calmly rant about your work/school. It was one of the things you adored most about Shion, he’s always there to listen or be a shoulder to cry on whenever you needed it. 

Van Kiryuin - 

Little did you know, your boyfriend noticed you as you ran towards your room. He tried to say hi to you, but you ignored him which was totally out of character for you. Confused on whether you were mad at him, he followed you after you slammed your door and knocked on the door. “Go away, I’m not home,” you muttered quietly, though loud enough for him to hear. “Come on, (N/N)-chan,” Van whined slightly. “I know you’re in there, now please let me in.” He heard a shaky sigh in response before you hesitantly opened the door. 

“Oh, good,” he said with a sigh of relief before he noticed your red, tear-stained face. “I thought my angel was mad at me! I guess not since she let me in - oh... (N/N)-chan? Have you been crying?” You looked down in embarrassment and nodded slowly before he took your hand and sat down with you on your bed. “Come here and tell me what’s wrong, my angel,” he said in a quieter voice than normal, in an attempt to try and calm you down. You hesitated for a bit, but eventually told him what happened. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that!” he replied, thinking of a way to cheer you up. “Here, let’s forget about your day at work/school today. It sounds like you need me to squeeze the sadness out of you!” You tried to protest at first, but he bear-hugged you before you could say anything. His hugs were almost tighter than those of that nice glasses-wearing Piyo-chan lover you’ve heard Nagi talk about before. “I’m not letting go until you feel better, (N/N)-chan~” he teased, poking at your side a little. “Alright!” you surrendered, trying not to laugh too hard. “I’m feeling better, Van, just let me go please!” “Alright, alright,” he laughed as he let you go. “As you wish, my angel.”

Eiichi Otori - 

Your poor boyfriend tried to stop you and talk to you when you ran past him. He failed miserably, but knew exactly where you were once he heard your door slam. “Oi, quit fighting with the walls, Yamato!” Nagi shouted in annoyance. “You do realize... that Yamato... isn’t home... right?” Kira asked while Eiichi made his way to your closed and locked bedroom door. He knocked on your door, only for you to not respond. “Angel? It’s me,” he said, concern laced in his voice. “I know you’re in there, (Y/N), my love. Please let me in. I just want to talk to you.” No response. A few moments later, he heard you unlock the door and you quietly mutter, “Come in, it’s open.” 

Eiichi slowly opened the door, only to find you curled up on your bed, hiding your face with your hands and arms. “(Y/N), why did you slam your door?” he asked as he slowly noticed you were crying. “It’s not like you to do that, that’s usually a Yamato thing - my angel! What’s wrong? Who made you cry? It wasn’t anyone else from HEAVENS, was it?” You could tell he was starting to get angry, something he only did whenever you or any of your or his friends were in danger or upset. Knowing that getting angry would only upset you more, Eiichi calmed himself down before you sat up in your bed and he sat next to you. “Tell me what’s wrong, my angel,” he said, gingerly taking your hands into his own and squeezing them for a second. “And no hiding anything from me.” 

You sighed, knowing that the second part stemmed from both him and you being terrible at being honest about your emotions and keeping your true feelings bottled up for too long. You then slowly explained what happened, stopping every so often to keep yourself from breaking down again. “Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry that happened to you,” he replied, embracing you tightly for a moment. “Why don’t we stay here for a bit, then we can head to the movies tonight? I know you’ve been wanting to see the one with (your favorite actor) in it that came out last weekend. We could go see it if you want.” “Really?” you asked, earning a nod in reply. “Thank you!” He chuckled softly as you wiped away the last of your tears, pulling you in for another hug before messing up your hair and leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Of course,” he replied, smiling as you laughed and fixed you hair. “Anything for my precious angel.”

Nagi Mikado - 

At first, your boyfriend was a little upset that you ignored him when you came home. I mean, who in their right mind could ignore the universally-cute Nagi? “(N/N)-chan!” he pouted as he followed you to your room. “Why are you ignoring me?” “I’m not in the mood right now,” you replied, trying to keep yourself from raising your voice too much or break down crying. You then heard your door open before you saw Nagi enter your room. “Really, (N/N)-chan?” he tsked, not noticing you were upset at first. “You thought you could get away without paying attention to me when you - hey, you don’t look so good. Are you okay?” You sighed before shaking your head and answering, “I had a rough day at work/school.” “Oh, sorry I was being a jerk earlier,” he replied with one of his rare apologies. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

You told him everything about your day, with him nodding as he listened and frowning once you finished your story. “That sucks, (N/N)-chan,” he said, looking at one of your stuffed animals that he gave you, his brain hatching an idea on how to cheer you up. “(N/N)-chan!” he chirped, purposefully making his voice a little higher to pretend to be the stuffed animal he grabbed. “I’m here to get your smile back!” You rolled your eyes, trying not to give in to laughing at your boyfriend’s childish behavior. “How about some kisses from me and your totally adorable boyfriend?” Nagi asked, still pretending to be the stuffed animal, making it ‘kiss’ your face and neck repeatedly. It tickled, so you were in a fit of giggles as you tried to get the stuffed animal away from you. After about thirty more seconds, he stopped and set your stuffed animal back where he found it. “Feeling better, (N/N)-chan?” he asked as you calmed down from laughing so hard. You nodded, thanking him for cheering you up. “Of course,” he beamed. “What else are good boyfriends for?”

Kira Sumeragi - 

He jumped when he heard your door slam shut. Though startled by the loud sound, he continued cooking (F/F) for the two of you. Kira waited until most of the cooking was done before he sent you a text message.

“Everything okay, (Y/N)-san? I heard you slam your door when you came home.”

A few minutes later, you replied.

“I just had a rough day today. Sorry if I scared you. I just needed some time to calm down.”

He felt relieved that none of the other HEAVENS members were making you upset or that he made you angry somehow. Before he replied to your message, he finished cooking and set your plate and his plate on the dining room table.

“Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’ll be in the dining room. I made dinner too, by the way. It’s (F/F).”

Within a few minutes, you came out of your room and joined Kira in the dining room. “Thanks for cooking dinner tonight,” you said before you started eating. “I owe you one.” “No, you don’t...,” he answered as he began to eat as well. Once the two of you finished dinner, you complimented him on his cooking before explaining what happened. “I see,” he said. “Did... the food... help you... feel better?” “Yes, definitely,” you replied, earning a rare smile from him. “I swear, you make (F/F) better than my mom does!” 

#this turned out a lot longer than i thought it would #well shit #i hope you enjoyed #heavens #utapri #yamato hyuga #eiji otori #shion amakusa #van kiryuin #eiichi otori #nagi mikado #kira sumeragi #scenario #first scenario woop

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello lovely people! Could you rec some fics where the Pack fucks Up and stiles is just so done so he leaves and the Pack regrets it and stiles makes them work and earn his forgiveness? Please it would be greatly appreciated and I love you all!

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Anonymous said:hey you know the "stiles leaves and comes back badass" trope? so do you have any fics to recommend?? it can be Sterek, Steter, Steterek or no ship at all

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Anonymous said:I have an obsession with Gerald tortures Stiles fics where Stiles leaves and comes back stronger! Can you recomment me some more, pls? ^-^

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roseymoonlit said:Do y’all know of any fics where stiles and Peter leave beacon hills together and fall in love or stiles comes back after leaving the pack and fall in love?

Soooo many Stiles is Kicked Out of the Pack! - Anastasia

On Pack, On Family, On Love by AlexTheShipper

(1/1 I 1,342 I General I Sterek)

Stiles doesn't feel he's truly part of the pack, and Jackson doesn't help the problem. Derek has something to say on the matter.

pack of two by ScarSacrifices

(1/1 I 1,735 I Not Rated I Steter)

“You’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now,” Peter breathed out clutched the sobbing boy to his chest. Peter took a shaky breath and smoothed his hand down the boy’s hair making low shushing sounds as he did so. “Just listen to my heartbeat sweetheart, I’m here. You’re not alone,” he clutched him tighter, “not anymore.”

Theif by Lady_Poison_Heart

(1/? I 1,934 I General I No Pairing)

After months of neglect stiles knew his pack bonds were going to break soon, and his father wouldnt miss him. So he runs away and finds himself in New York and turns to pick pocketing as a way to feed himself. One run in with a pair of avengers later he finds himself being stalked, and with tension brewing between stiles and the local wolf pack, things arn't going to end well for stiles.

The Murder Weapon by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

(1/1 I 2,183 I Teen I Stetopher)

Is the murder weapon guilty?

Black Out Days by Maifire

(5/? I 4,343 I Not Rated I Sterek)

He made his way towards the kitchen, twiddling a light bulb in between his fingers and pausing in the doorway. This was so stupid. The invites had gone out weeks ago, and since then Scott hadn’t given him the time of day. Stiles knew it had to do with the pack, but it still hurt. It wasn’t easy being the only human in a group of werewolves, but honestly what was he expecting? After Scott had been bitten, nothing was the same.

Someone who understands by SnazzyJazzyH

(1/1 I 5,004 I Teen I No Pairing)

“What are you doing here Stiles?” Jackson questioned, more confused than annoyed.

“I-I didn’t know where else to go,” Stiles shuffled looking down at his feet.

Jackson had never seen Stiles this beaten down. It was like everything that life could have possibly thrown at him had been. Something had to have happened that was unthinkable to turn this unbreakable boy into a shell standing before Jackson.

“Get in here,” Jackson opened the door wider, welcoming Stiles in.

The Lost and the Found by Levi_Winchester

(2/? I 5,604 I General I Sterek I MCD)

Stiles tried to turn their opinions of him around, but it didn't matter. It was time for him to embark on a journey on his own, a journey that could change the way everyone saw him for good. Could Stiles balance the Scales of Good and Evil? Or is he destined to fall into darkness?

--or--Stiles gets hurt really bad and Derek decides to bench him until further notice, but Stiles leaves town after meeting some relatives who can teach him how to master his magic. Chaos ensues.

Outrage by Mittymitty

(2/? I 7,334 I Teen I Sterek)

“Stiles—“ his father tried but was ignored as Stiles continued to rant.

“You ignore me all fucking year! Told me I was a waste of space! Told me it was my fault that mom died! Now, Mr. AA is so much better than me because I’m “moody!?” Fuck you! I’m angry! Why do you hate me, why do you fucking—“ Stiles suddenly stopped and began to truly hyperventilate and between his harsh breaths and sobs John could hear him say “why do you hate me?” over and over and the ex-sheriff’s heart broke right then and there and he began to cry to.

“B-breathe, son. It’s going to be ok. I love you so much and I am so sorry I treated you that way. I am so sorry. I swear spending some time in New York is going to do you some good.”

*********Stiles is an angry, over stressed, depressed and moody teenager and his father believes that sending him to New York with his half-brother will help him relax and get a new point of view.

Who needs them anyway by Midnightbluejay

(8/? I 9,838 I General I Sterek)

After the whole thing with Gerard, saving Jackson and him finally becoming a werewolf but still part kanima, and Allison and Scott patching things up, Stiles thought his life was returning to normal sorta. Then when he was gonna go for a pack meeting about some supernatural creature, but instead it was about him.

Blue Moon by Merlin_Wolfgang_Trades_Hale

(4/? I 10,221 I Not Rated I Stiles/Others)

After the events of the Nogistune, the Sheriff thinks Stiles needs a break. The pack's being distant and he's being left with too much time on his hands by himself, so he doesn't fight too hard when his dad sends him away. Where is he going? Well, an old buddy of his owes him a favor and he's calling it in. Who's that buddy?

Charlie Swan, Sheriff of Forks, Washington.

You can't protect me by Lansfics7

(4/? I 11,333 I Teen I Stydia)

Stiles is kicked out of the pack. Turns out it's a false alarm when everyone tries convince him to rejoin, claiming they did it to protect him. When he leaves to learn more about his spark and vows to leave Beacon Hills to figure things out, that's when he's needed most. Stiles has to chose between staying with his comfortable life, or helping his old friends.

Find Who You Are by mizaki

(16/? I 14,176 I Not Rated I Steter)

Stiles and Scott have a nasty break, Scott blames Stiles. Stiles needs some space, time. Stiles feels broken down, he wants to be stronger. Stiles wants to find out what he can do to help his family and friends.

Comes and Goes by toyoto031999

(12/? I 16,739 I Not Rated I Sterek I Rape)

It takes a lot for people to break. And Stiles is at his breaking point.

Meet a Small Death by authoresswithoutwords

(2/2 I 16,991 I Not Rated I Steter)

So, fighting monsters again and again, and being in a pack full of werewolves, is not exactly the recipe for a healthy human being to grow old. It actually only was a matter of time before Stiles fell. It may have been surprising, but no surprise.What was a surpise is that Stiles woke up again.

It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor

(6/? I 20,082 I Teen I Sterek)

It's been months. Months of lonely days and lonelier nights. And Stiles can't understand what he did wrong.

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(28/28 I 36,334 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

Lost on you by devilscut

(7/7 I 51,322 I Mature I Sterek)

A deadly encounter with an Alpha changes Stiles' life forever - kicked out and betrayed by his best friend and brother, Scott McCall, he leaves Beacon Hills, but much to his surprise not alone. Ten years down the track, living a life he never dreamed possible, a chance meeting brings back memories of that night - the good and bad mixed with a whole lotta WTF that even now still has him scratching his head as to what happened.

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m

(5/5 I 52,171 I Mature i Sterek)

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

To Walk the Long Road Home by AnAceAJokerAndAQueen

(31/? I 54,369 I Mature I Scallison)

Stiles goes to the Pack for an ordinary Pack meet, but what he finds out is not what he expected.

The Weight of the World by Belladdictedd

(25/? I 128,513 I Not Rated I Steve Rogers/Stiles)

Stiles had never known more to his life than the pack. Thus, when the pack decided he's too much of a collateral damage, he runs. While running from his past, he stumbled his way into S.H.I.E.L.D and somehow managed to squirm his way into the hearts of The Avengers, especially a certain Captain's.

When he had finally amount to a life worth living, the world just had to crash and burn. He and The Avengers are humanity's last hope--a heavy burden to bear with hard decisions to make, all while dealing with his old pack. Sometimes, you just can't save everyone; Stiles learned that the hard way.

Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018

(25/? I 297,331 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

Set at the end of Season 2. Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for.Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack.With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?

#teen wolf #sterek #steter #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #stiles kicked out of pack #anon #roseymoonlit

[kuntrabida]

2. the axon snaps and thoughts can’t travel (a rant abt COVID-19, senior year spring, and college in the fall)

12 may 2020

the gap year. the fall sem. the jump cut. the FUTURE. much on my mind right now folks lmao (prob folk in singular since like one (1) person’s gonna read this ashvcxjkv)

okay so let’s break this DOWN ig. yea LET’S unpack my inner psyche and my mental baggage at this point because i’m sure that i can’t be the only one feeling this way and even if i am, i’d like to get it off my chest and not rant to the same five people who’ve heard me talk about the same sad subject throughout the entire duration of quarantine asdjfkvcxufdsw

let’s start with senior year haHA :) still haven’t gotten over that xoxo even tho i’ve tricked myself into thinking that i have! gonna refer to it as ye olde Jump Cut because that’s exactly what all this feels like... like mother nature just threw the video file of my high school experience into a fuckinn Premiere timeline or smth and slammed her fist on the W key (an esoteric reference, i know, i know, my bad, but iykyk). 

THE JUMP CUT – senior year’s over and i know it’s a stupid fucking thing to be upset about during a LITERAL GLOBAL PANDEMIC where people are losing and risking their lives and entire livelihoods are being upended but i still... can’t help but feel upset and terrified and devastated about what i’ve always viewed as this buffer period in my life between high school and college to just VIBE and figure myself out a little bit more being cut short. especially when, for once, things were going so well.  

god, the last thing i wanna do is sound dramatic and utterly tone deaf because I RECOGNIZE my privilege and how incredibly fortunate i am to have a roof over my head and food in my fridge and a bed with a damn duvet cover to sleep in at night but i’m... so fucking sad. i’ve BEEN so fucking sad, and i think what’s even worse is the fact that i’ve been DENYING how fucking sad i’ve been feeling because i don’t think i’m... allowed to be sad in this situation? but at the same time i consciously understand that my feelings are valid and everything... it just feels like legitimately everything else in the world right now dwarfs all my concerns combined. but alas. here i am, making a blog post about my feelings to finally try and sort them out...

i just aghsdfhxhzjlk i wasn’t finished. that really is the best way to put it. i wasn’t finished with any of it. and i suppose a lot of that is my own fault for taking all the good times for granted (but also lowkey the fault of idek who... american society? for romanticizing and commodifying the culmination of high school oop)/

i feel like so many people focus on those big milestone events associated with senior year: prom, graduation, senior awards, etc. but to me personally, and to nearly every one of the friends i’ve talked to, it’s the little things that matter most — the absence of which we feel the deepest. i miss spilling coffee on myself in the cafeteria and burning frozen pastries in the toasters and complimenting people’s outfits in the hallways and staying in the building from dawn till dusk and eating takeout on the floor and hastily texting my friends at the end of the school day asking if they wanted to hang out or if they could give me a ride home and i MISS spontaneous sushi and starbucks excursions and quiet heart to hearts in coffee shops and last minute target runs and stressing out about music events and belting in the practice rooms and learning choreography in parking lots where confused drivers would momentarily glance over and just KEEP ON DRIVING and lying on the ground in one of the school’s hallways facing the sun when the light would hit JUST RIGHT through the glass and i could close my eyes and pretend i was at the beach or on an island or in a canyon somewhere or SOMETHING, anywhere, anywhere but there. and i feel this chasm in my throat whenever i think about it because looking back at those moments, i realize that there’s literally no place i’d rather be right now than inside my high school building on a normal ass day dealing with normal ass problems with exceptional, radiant, life-giving souls there to have my back and support me and hug me wow, GOD, hug me. wow how i miss hugs. and I miss my friends. shit. 

hell bro i even miss the days where everything would become a little too much for me and i’d have to find recluse in a digital media classroom and the scent of old lemon-laced coffee grounds as they brewed into dingy styrofoam cups and wandered through the halls with me during the period, into the music room where i literally grew UP and found my voice and discovered validity in my own identity and all that JAZZ and into the bathrooms where i’d spend such subtle, unsuspecting mornings with friends still practically sleepwalking and FUCK bro. frankly i’m just not ready to jump into a life where all the things i hold dear are “remember when”s. i can’t imagine this entire world that i’ve built for myself being a thing of the past, a thing that i’ll look back on as one of the best fucking times of my life even though i never realized it when it mattered, a thing i still want so so so much more of, that i am not and may not ever be ready to let go. i want it all back. but i know getting upset over it is a futile pursuit, because there’s nothing i can do, and that just fuels this feedback cycle of anger and hopelessness and denial and back again. 

i do think of that good ol’ winnie the pooh quote, though. “how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” but it doesn’t really make anything hurt any less. and i guess i’m just tired of hurting lol. 

THE FUTURE – dawg what the fuck is happening with colleges in the United States right now bro what is the protocol what do i DO¿

pretty damn self explanatory. my defense mechanism has ALWAYS been, “at least things will be better a couple months from now!!!!” and yeah, with university and the reality of getting to attend my dream college fast approaching i did believe that for a hot second but CORONA DAWG CORONA just plunges everything into the sea of uncertainty. i know i’m not the only one frustrated by this damn virus and i should be comforted by the unity we all have in our confusion but lmao i do not feel any better! no! one! has! any! answers! asdjfkvlcxvjl being a graduating high school and incoming college student right now is so FUCKING confusing and frightening and once again i want to acknowledge what an incredible privilege it is to even have the option of a higher education open to me but it’s such a multifaceted and unpredictable issue this year and thinking about the future — again my go-to defense mechanism and at the very least a worthy consideration since i’ll be putting down hella dollars for it — has been the cause of so much stress... 

THE FALL SEM – i! don’t! know! if! it’s! gonna! be! on!line! and i am not planning on staying in my house any longer for a goddamn variety of reasons soo i have no clue how to plan for this! no one does right now! 

our administration keeps affirming that we’re planning for a return to normalcy in the fall semester but a considerable amount of students and experts alike are saying that it’s essentially a cover so no one’ll panic and decline or defer their acceptances. SO MANY OTHER COLLEGES are revealing their contingency plans to have an online semester and ahaHA if i have to STAY in this HOUSE for ANOTHER 4 MONTHS that would FRICKIN SUCK DAWG lmaO i’ll leave it at that! so i’m: very much panicking! 

i know that things are so uncertain right now and there’s really no point in trying to predict what’s going to happen in the next couple of months because so many unknowns remain. i know that a lot of universities are gonna be in deep shit if they don’t open in the fall but at the same time, if it’s a damn public health risk it’s definitely better to keep as many people home as possible. but i have no CLUE what institutions are gonna end up doing and again, literally no one does either! i was listening to a podcast yesterday about university plans for the upcoming academic year and i got asdhvjckxv so stressed when they said that we could be one week away from the start of the school year and things could still be drastically different the next week... there’s just no way of knowing much of anything and god i hate that. it’s making me so goddamn anxious. 

i really doubt things are going to be back to normal in New York in the fall sooo...? i don’t know man again it comes down to asking people questions they don’t have the answers to and that’s just incredibly frustrating because i just want to know ONE THING for certain right now. ONE THING! idk i just wish that my college would be a little more transparent about their plans as they move along and figure things out but i know that’s not feasible. at the very least i hope things will be safe enough for them to make dorming on campus an option — freshmen have a pretty ample amount of singles available anyway. but if i have to spend the first semester of college onLINE in THIS HOUSE that’s... gonna suck. especially because i’m still probably going to be paying thousands of dollars for it which is, as my grandmother says, foul! 

THE GAP YEAR – to defer or not to defer? that is the question. 

so naturally in preparation for a potentially wonky ass academic year i’m considering deferring enrollment. but lmao... the deadline to do so is in uh *checks watch* three (3) literal days so. don’t know about that chief! 

like, i know i’m PROBABLY NOT gonna end up taking a gap year. but i guess it’s just the fact that i have so much more canvas space to daydream about it that makes it so appealing... there are so many more possibilities that i can think of that are more likely to be open to me. then again, nothing’s guaranteed. not even my own health in the fall. which is also pretty fuckin scary as hell.

y’all wanna know where i get my gap year daydream fuel? UNJADED JADE. bruh i’ve been binging her videos like MAD especially the ones where she interrails Europe during her gap year and UGH. it seems incredible. and that makes things even more confusing because i really don’t know what the right decision to make is right now. to defer or not to defer... 

again it’s all so heavily influenced by unknowns. of all the things that could happen, i’d much prefer to have a regular freshman year fall with the people in my class whom i’ve already been getting to know pretty well through groupchats and social media and the like. they’re a pretty dope bunch and i think college with them is gonna be a hoot and a goddamn half. but if i’ll end up just staying home and watching zoom lectures in my basement anyway... i’d much rather be taking a gap year. 

and i’ve been brainstorming what i’d do during this gap year (again, thanks Unjaded Jade for the god-tier content agh) and there’s just like... so many options. i could get a goddamn JOB and start saving up for tuition instead of paying tens of thousands for online school. hell with the money i make working full time i could probably save up enough to afford an apartment so at the very least i could move out of my house into a place where i feel more comfortable. and lmao I: s a l i v a t e at the thought of using that time to focus on my writing, too. the amount of writing i could get done in a year of empty calendar space... glorious. what an utterly glorious prospect. 

and of course, i’d love to fucking travel, volunteer (with a reputable and well-intentioned organization) in a foreign country, do a workstay abroad, take a train across america, but again, i don’t even know if any of that’s going to be feasible in the fall. it’s so FRUSTRATING because i’ll think of a possibility and then another one comes in and completely shuts the former down. 

and it’s not like i can ask anyone for advice right now because we’re ALL none the wiser. plus, i’ve realized that frankly, even if it’s unreasonable, i don’t want anyone to tell me that my plans for a gap year aren’t feasible. it’s such a petulant thing to say... but i don’t want anyone to add to my sense of there being a limited amount of options that i can take advantage of because everything’s already so goddamn stifling as is. i guess the prospect of a gap year excites me so much because it seems like a year where i don’t have to be defined by anyone or anything but myself. and that’s so fucking liberating. 

i just want the freedom to imagine right now because that’s when i feel happiest, but at the same time i’m afraid to get my hopes up for anything because i have this sinking feeling that the absolute worst case scenario is going to become reality. lmao. people in my state aren’t even fucking social distancing correctly so i’m damn sure that we’re in for a second and a third wave and that’s gonna suck but people are stupid as hell :)  

lol on that positive note, thanks for reading this... increasingly depressing and chaotic rant. don’t really think i’m doing this “blog” stuff right but if you got this far, i love you. leave a note if you so please, comment your thoughts, reblog if you’d like (still don’t really understand the difference between reblogging and reposting on this app but lmao feel free to click the boxy arrow thing), and stay safe and healthy and all that jazz <3

#corona #high school #senior year #college #rant #blog #if you can call a frayed amalgam of rants a blog lmao #writeblr #i'm doing this shit wrong I can FEEL IT #anyway thanks for reading #I read this back and it sounds way more dramatic and deep than it is I apologize for the melodrama

[artificialqueens]

Free Falling, Chapter 9: Come to your Senses (Branjie) - writworm42

A/N: Last chapter, Brooke and Vanessa go on their first date. Vanessa thinks a fundraiser might save the unit, but it blows up in her face when she tells everyone but Brooke about her plan. This chapter, thanks to some good old fashion hijinks, Brooke and Vanessa finally make up.

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to holtzmanns, who always pushes me to be a better writer with her honest feedback and direction. Y'all would’ve had a significantly shorter, far less emotional, and frankly not nearly as good chapter without her telling me where to add things and helping me figure out how to express all of the feelings I was struggling to bring out.

For those of y'all who aren’t familiar with it, Snoezelen is a kind of sensory therapy meant to provide calming, gentle sensory stimulation. Many hospitals, especially if they’re pediatric, have Snoezelen rooms, which are filled with gentle lighting, projected images of things like stars, things to touch and lie on/in/under, and gentle sounds. It’s kind of the absolute best thing ever invented. Also, Cavi wipes are hospital-grade sanitizing wipes.

In the days that followed their fight, it was as if the unit had fallen to pieces around Brooke. She knew it was partially her fault - she’d stopped checking how things were going, instead taking to seething in her office - but if anyone thought that she was going to try to smooth things over, she was wrong. She hadn’t gotten this far in her career by apologizing for things she still wasn’t convinced she had done wrong. Sure, she could try and be the bigger person and continue on with business as usual - but then Vanessa would walk by her office, and a flash of anger would suddenly slash at her chest as the memories of their fight came flooding back.

Vanessa, for her part, was in no better condition, according to Nina. Not that Brooke cared. Let the bitch suffer; she was at fault, after all.

Except that Brooke couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt whenever Vanessa walked by and slid her eyes down. She couldn’t help but notice how her heart sank when Vanessa’s voice fell flat at rounds, her updates far too clipped and short compared to her usual enthusiastic and detailed briefs to ignore.

She couldn’t help but feel that even though she was too proud to apologize, that it was all that she wanted to do.

There were parts of her that wondered if Vanessa felt the same way. Did Vanessa cringe inwardly whenever she saw Brooke walking down the hallway? Did she feel the same tug of regret every time they had to talk and couldn’t make eye contact? Was she as distracted as Brooke was during the day, unable to focus on her sessions because her mind was filled with replays of their fight, searching for moments that she could blame on Brooke to pretend like she’d done nothing wrong herself?

Was she still mad?

Brooke tried to swallow the twinge of panic that rose up in her chest every time that she thought about how Vanessa must feel about her now.

It was better not to think about it, anyway.

Meanwhile, the unit as a whole had begun to suffer, choking under the weight of the feud that was brewing around it. When people weren’t trying to avoid bringing up Vanessa around Brooke, lest she get cranky, they were pretending to listen to Vanessa rant, trading silent help me glances as they humoured their coworker with half-hearted agreements.

The biggest effect, though, was on the kids.

“Miss Brooke, why are you and Miss Vanjie fighting?” Kameron asked her on the way to her office.

“Grown-up stuff, Kam.” Brooke smiled back weakly as she ducked through the door and almost slammed it behind her.

At least in there, she was safe from having to see how she was letting everyone down.

No. She wasn’t. Vanessa was. By not apologizing or realizing how pigheaded she was, Vanessa was the one that was drawing this all out. If anyone was to blame, it was her. Not Brooke. Never Brooke.

She wasn’t convinced of the arguments that she was running through her mind, not entirely, but it didn’t matter. As long as she was in her office, no one would be around to see the way that her shoulders slumped and how her throat seemed to squeeze shut.

Meanwhile, the day of the quarter snuck closer and closer, Brooke’s awareness of the day became more and more acute as she considered her options. The truth was, aside from feeding Gary and the entire board to sharks, Brooke didn’t see that many left in front of her any more.

They were doing well. Really well, financially.

But the hospital didn’t want really well . The hospital wanted national news headline, rename-the-hospital well . The kind of well that a bunch of families with standard insurance and no groundbreaking research projects just couldn’t bring to the hospital.

Brooke had been around long enough to know that even the units that were doing the best otherwise were still on the chopping block, when they were up against donor-bribery giants like high intensity outpatient rehab that had patients with endless insurance funds and borderline celebrity status.

Unless there was a miracle in the wings that was waiting to happen, it was looking more and more as if the best hope for the unit was that the service delivery would only change to a moderately drastic degree.

Of course, there was one option Brooke hadn’t tried yet (she couldn’t). One that was sappy, appealing, and crazy enough that it just might work (she wouldn’t ).

God, she really needed to clear her head.

“Why don’t you go to the snoezelen room for a bit?” Nina suggested when Brooke wound up in her office a moment later, the blonde’s gaze pointed up at the flecks on the ceiling tiles as she spun around lazily in Soju’s empty office chair.

“Seriously, Brooke. No one’s using it right now, it’s a great place to relax, calm down, maybe nap a little…”

Brooke closed her eyes against the spinning, blurry images around her when she finally brought Soju’s chair to an abrupt halt.

She probably could use an hour or two buried at the bottom of a ball-pit.

“Okay.”

She walked to the snoezelen room with Nina in silence, Nina buzzing with the energy that Brooke was already starting to let go of. Maybe if Brooke had been in a better headspace, she would have realized that something was up.

Unfortunately, by the time she noticed what was wrong, it was too late. The door swung shut, and the only other person in the room turned around at the slam.

Vanessa, illuminated in soft purple and blue glows, projected images of stars and seas written across her skin.

“What are you-”

“I was supposed to-”

“ Nina.” They both whispered bitterly in unison.

The next few seconds all compressed into one. Vanessa dashed for the door, jiggling its handle desperately and muttering come on, work, Bertha under her breath. The handle didn’t budge; they both had already known it wouldn’t.

“You don’t have a key?” Brooke bit out, her voice layered with a sharp frustration. Vanessa shot her a dirty look.

“Yvie said she needed it for an agitated client who wouldn’t do his physio in a normal setting. She called me here to meet them cause he was supposed to see me after.”

Brooke snorted. “And you fell for that?”

“Oh, I know you did not just - Look, we in private now, and you best be lieve I got some words for you, you stuck-up bi-”

“Is that really what you think of me?” Brooke didn’t mean for her voice to come out as quietly as it did, to be coated with sadness instead of rage, but the tone made Vanessa’s own anger dry up instantly.

“Brooke-”

“This isn’t the first time you’ve said that to me, Ness. Does that mean it’s true?”

Vanessa sighed and shook her head. “No, baby, it’s not. I’m just….I was just mad, I guess.”

“Yeah.” Brooke was mad too, really mad. So why did she only feel relief at Vanessa’s words?

“Look, d’you mind if I sit?” Vanessa gestured over to a heavy, amorphous beanbag chair that slumped by Brooke’s feet.

“Go ahead.” Brooke nodded. Truth be told, she kind of felt like sitting down herself - but before she could scan for the nearest comfortable surface, there was a huge WHUMPF! followed by a view of Vanessa becoming so engulfed by the beanbag chair that she was practically folded over into it.

“Don’t you dare.” Vanessa warned, but she was already laughing, that barking, loud laugh that was completely unignorable and absolutely contagious.

Their laughter mixed together for a moment before they remembered where they were, and suddenly it was quiet again, the hum of the water-lights and gentle chirping of birds on a tape in the background filling in the space where words should have gone. Where they neededto go.

“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me.” Brooke slid onto the floor next to Vanessa, who suddenly seemed to sit even lower as her eyes glided away from Brooke’s own.

“I just… I wanted to surprise you, is all.” Vanessa chewed her lip, still refusing to look at Brooke. It was a gesture that annoyed Brooke, for some reason, and lit a sudden fire in her chest that she didn’t care to snuff out.

“Surprise me by telling everyone something I told you not to?” She arched an eyebrow, unable to stop the harsh edge her words took on and instantly regretting it.

“Shit,” she softened her tone a little, laying a light hand on Vanessa’s wrist to get her attention, “Vanessa, I-”

“It was fucked up of me.” Vanessa cut her off with a shake of her head. “I just…I got so excited, Brooke. All I could think about was how it was gonna help you, and I didn’t want to add more work for you, ‘cause I see how hard you work already.”

“I’m not the only one who works hard.” Brooke blushed at the sudden praise, her heart unexpectedly warming a little when Vanessa rolled her eyes in response.

“Bitch, you always over here thinkin’ you gotta save the world by yourself, you really think I was gonna add onto your plate?” Vanessa’s voice was incredulous, almost like a mother exasperated at the mess her toddler had created. Brooke supposed the comparison was appropriate - she really had made a bit of a mess, hadn’t she?

“I’m sorry I overstepped an’ broke your trust.” Vanessa reached over and brushed the back of Brooke’s palm with her own, and it was with a jolt that Brooke realized she was still holding onto Vanessa’s wrist.

It just felt right, somehow.

“I’m sorry I was such a pighead about the whole thing,” she admitted, shifting her hand up to grab onto Vanessa’s and giving it a reassuring squeeze as she continued, “I should’ve listened to your side of the story.”

Vanessa hummed in agreement, and they laughed again, the air in the room relaxing and warming as the tension melted away.

“It really is a great idea, honestly. I’d love to move forward with it.” Brooke shifted again, this time moving close enough to lean her head on Vanessa’s still-trapped shoulder.

“I’m glad.”

Then, before Brooke could say anything in response, could even think of what she could say if she did want to speak, Vanessa’s hand was on her chin, and her face was coming close, and her lips were coming just a little apart, oh God, she was getting so close-

When their lips finally met, Brooke let herself fall, her thoughts dissipating as she became lost in the feeling of Vanessa’s mouth on hers and the sharp, sticky scent of hand sanitizer on Vanessa’s hands. The sound of her breath getting quicker and heavier as the kiss deepened, neither woman willing to be the first to let go.

It’s funny - Brooke used to spend what was probably far too much time dreaming of this moment. She’d obsess over every detail of how Vanessa’s eyes would flutter closed, how she might taste like the strawberry Ensure that Brooke would pretend she didn’t notice the staff stealing from A’Keria’s office on particularly long days. How her heart would quiet, and everything would suddenly make sense.

In reality, Brooke didn’t get to see Vanessa’s eyes shut, because her own eyelids had already become too heavy to keep open. Vanessa didn’t taste like strawberry Ensure - she tasted like chapstick and excitement and just a little like hand sanitizer, the ever-present chaser of every hospital employee’s lunch if they were rash enough to eat with their hands (and Vanessa was always rash enough to eat with her hands). And Brooke didn’t feel her heart calm, and nothing felt like it suddenly made sense.

No - it felt much, much better than that.

When they finally parted, there was a beat, an almost painful moment where they couldn’t look at each other, couldn’t say anything - they could only giggle, as they tried to piece together what had just happened.

And then they did it again, this time even slower, even deeper, even more excited. Vanessa seemed to take on a sudden sense of bravado, her hands creeping up Brooke’s front over to her collar, closing around the fabric of her shirt and pulling her closer. Brooke let her, her heart pounding as she wrapped her arms around Vanessa’s waist, their bodies pressed up against each other so tightly that Brooke had half a mind to think that if they kept the act up, they might actually fuse together.

Not that Vanessa seemed to mind. This time, when they separated, Vanessa was breathless, her smile wide and cheeks visibly flushed even under the room’s dim, cool lighting.

“Wow,” was all Vanessa could say.

“Wow.” Brooke agreed with a laugh. They stayed there for a few moments more, occasionally smiling, sometimes giggling, before Brooke shifted again, this time resting her head in Vanessa’s lap and letting the younger woman run her fingers through her hair.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Brooke noted quietly, closing her eyes and relaxing under Vanessa’s touch.

“I know,” Vanessa’s touch became a little heavier, yet somehow even gentler, her voice soft as she added, “I did, too.”

There wasn’t much else to say, and so they fell silent and watched the spin of the stars and seas over their heads, the giddy adrenaline of their kiss finally fading into a comfortable, cozy calm.

“Brooke.” Vanessa finally tapped Brooke on the shoulder, untangling her fingers from her hair, “Brooke. I gotta go, I got appointments to get to.”

“Oh, shit.” Brooke bolted up, the reality of where they were and what they had to do for the rest of the day crashing in and squeezing all sentimentality out of the space.

“Okay, we’ve made up, you guys can let us out now!” she called out to the other side of the door, rolling her eyes as her request was met with nothing but a chorus of excited giggles.

“Mm, you sure you don’t want to take advantage of the mood lighting?” Shuga’s drawl finally came from outside, “We can move your appointments, Vanjie, we don’t mind helpin’ you two catch up. And Cavi gets rid of all kinds of stains, girl!”

Brooke considered it for a moment, considered what would happen if they did choose to stay hidden away together. But before she could entertain the thought of staying shut in with Vanessa even a second longer, the smaller woman beat her to the punch.

“HOE, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON’T LET US OUT—“

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #nina west #lesbian au #hospital au #free falling #writworm42

[buckysforeverprincess]

Goodbyes Are Never Easy -Vegas 7

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes

Words: 1481

Warnings: Language

A/N: The final chapter of part 1. This will be continued and we’ll see what happens after Vegas ends. Enjoy and see you for part 2.

“You can't be fucking serious right now?!”

 You're coming out of your sleep with a headache from hell but make no movements to signal your awakening. There's an argument brewing, and you want to know exactly what the hell is going on no matter how bad the hangover is.

“I'm dead serious, Bucky! This is on you. Don't you dare point the finger of blame towards me!”

 It's not yelling per say, but there's a definite hostility in those hushed voices.  

“Just because I broke up with you, doesn't mean run out and get married to the first woman that shows you attention! Who the fuck does that, Steve?”

 Well that's a very good question, you thought. However, why the breakup in the first place?

“Again, you're fault!!” You hear Steve fire back at the man, trying his best not to raise his voice and wake you. If you only knew, tough guy. I'm already awake and have a massive headache from overindulging the night before.

“You broke up with me because after five years, I'm suddenly too vanilla for you! I lack excitement and am turning into a boring old house husband. Isn't that what you said to me?”

 Ouch! That's actually a shitty thing to say to anyone. I probably would’ve gone out and found someone else too.  

“Yeah, I said those things, and I regret it! Doesn't mean you go off and marry the first person that gets in your lap!” The other man raised his voice just a bit, and you hear them stop for a moment; probably looking to see if you're awake. It didn't take long for them to get back at it though, neither one of them conceding the fight.  

“Correct me if I'm wrong, but you pushed her towards me…she was all over you! Y/N didn't have eyes for me and clearly wanted you!”

 Actually, Steve...I did notice, and kinda used him to get to you, but that's inside information. No need to tell you now.  

“So, what...she's a rebound? Or a way to get back at me?”

 Well, if you wouldn't have...oh for fuck sakes! You've had enough. This argument could go on forever in a day if you don't stop it right now.

“You know...you're honestly a pretty shitty boyfriend to dump your lover in Vegas after five years like that. You kinda deserve what you got!” You open your eyes and look at the two of them. Thank god the curtains are closed. The sun would probably disintegrate you at this point.

“Says the woman who married a man she drunkenly met a few hours before,” the brunette chides you, and you shrug him off without a second thought.

 “Said the man that pushed said drunken woman on to his broken-hearted ex-boyfriend, allowing the drunken woman an opportunity to marry him.” You give the man a smirk.

 “Touché.” Is his only response before he makes his way over to you.  

“James Barnes, or Bucky.” He holds out his hand in greeting.

 “Charmed.” You dismiss his offering and get up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. They can stop this shit for two minutes while you take your first morning pee.

“So…,” you start back up when you re-enter the bedroom, looking at the two tired men in your presence, “you wasted five years and broke up with him. He then goes off and marries me and I'm guessing you had a change in heart and want to get back with him, only to find out he's married, and you're shit out of luck. Sound about right?” You grab a water out of the mini fridge, knowing it will cost you five dollars, but you don't care. Hangovers don't look good on you, and you're thirsty as fuck and Tylenol is calling your name.

“Guess that's what happened.” Bucky looks at you with a stoic look on his face, but you’re not fazed in the slightest. He's good, but Nat's better and you'll take Bucky over Nat any day and call it a win.

“What about you Steve? Anything to add? I mean...apparently according to your boyfriend, I'm just the rebound. Is there anything I'm forgetting to include?” You're being surprisingly calm about the whole thing given all the shit you just overheard.  

“I told him I wanted to make this-us-you and I, work. I knew what I was doing when I said I do.” Steve crossed his arms to his chest in an act of sheer will and power. He's staking his claim to you, but you're not an item that can be easily bought at least you think you’re not.  

“So, fuck all of what I want?” You say with a little a little hostility, looking between the two men, your head throbbing from the spike in your voice. “I fucked up! I threw myself at you while intoxicated! That's not who I am.” Steve inhales a deep breath but remains silent as the grave. “I wasn't with it to make a conscious choice, and if I would have been in my right mind--this never would've happened!” You raised your hand and are pointing at the ring on your finger.  

“This has been the most fucked up two days I've ever had, and the second one is just beginning!” You stop your rant to take a drink from the bottle of water next to you and re-collect your thoughts. It was obvious they were giving you the floor, letting you get it all out. These types of things never end well anyway.  

“So, what now, huh?”

 The two men look between each other and then back to you. Neither one of them offering any suggestions. “Well, since you two are chock full of ideas, I've got some for ya.” Steve moves to sit down in the chair and Bucky makes his way to the couch. Guess they needed to sit down to take in the moment of impact before the train runs off the track.

“I'm annulling this marriage!” Steve starts shaking his head and Bucky looks at him in sorrow. “You don't really want me...and this guy…,” you point to Bucky, “...is an absolute fucking snatch bag for letting you go! Who gives a fuck how vanilla he is? At least he wasn't beating your ass every day! I'll take boring and plain over domestic abuse and mental stress any day of the week!”

“As for me, I'm gonna take some Tylenol, drink some more expensive ass water, and go find my friends. I'm sure after last night, I'm about to get my ass handed to me. I have a lot of penance in my future for fucking up so badly.” Nat was most likely gonna kill you, and Wanda and Tony would follow suit. This was an epic fuck up and forgiveness wouldn’t come easily, but you'd have to start somewhere. A little more adulting and a lot less drinking was definitely part of your future.  

“I'd like for you to leave now.”

 Bucky nodded his head in agreement and immediately heads towards the door. “Let's go, Steve. She made her decision.” Bucky's looking back at him, but the other man hasn't made any motion to leave.  

“I-I don't want that.” Steve looks upset about your choice to end the marriage. “I really wanted to try.” He gets up and places himself in front of you, sadness in his eyes.

“We don't even know each other, Steve..and you have a boyfriend that you need to work shit out with. This marriage isn't fair to any of us...no matter how it started.” There's a softness in your voice where anger had been previously. “Besides, I don't remember getting married, or even consummating our marriage. These are the kinda things a girl should always know and never forget.”

 Steve smiles and nods in acceptance. Even if you didn't see him again, you know you'll miss that smile.  

“Here…” Steve walks to the table and grabs the pen and paper, scribbling something down. He walks back over to you, and hands it over. You look down and see what he's written down.  

“My contact information. You'll need it for the annulment. Also, if you need anything...please don't hesitate to call. Maybe some good will come of this.” Steve leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips, and God, you really wanted to return it, but this was for the best. Time to go your separate ways.

“I'm glad I met you,” Steve says as he heads to the door, Bucky opening it as he got closer.

“Vegas for me won't ever be the same, I'm afraid.” The both of you laugh in amusement. “Bye,

Y/N.” He gives you a final wave before he walks out the door, letting it close behind him.

 “Bye, Steve.”  

And just like that...your marriage in Vegas has come to an end.

#steve rogers #steven rogers #steven grant rogers #steve rogers x reader #steven rogers x reader #steven grant rogers x reader #bucky barnes #james barnes #james bucky barnes #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fandom #vegas #married in vegas au #marvel #marvel au

[randombtsprincessa]

Accendo

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: JHope x Reader

Words: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff, Angst if you squint, Cracky?? 

Summary: The Awkward Moment when the Sun God falls for you.

Warning: Mentions of battle and injury.

The flick of a cool breeze brushed into your small room, bringing with it a streak of dawn light. Your lips twitched in slight discomfort but your eyelids stayed shut adamantly whiled the sunlight strengthened, twisting into a masculine shape.

The shape stayed fixed on its spot for a moment, head tilted at you before with an almighty breath, it let out a call which would rival the best cock in the world – yes, that was literal.

“Rise and shine beautiful, it’s a gorgeous day outside!”

Your eyes flew open, mouth dropping as you gaped at the intruder in your room, equal parts of horror and anger blossoming in your chest.

“Hoseok, what the ever loving fuck do you think you’re doing?” You hissed, hastily gripping your blankets and pulling them right up to your chin, narrowly missing punching your face.

“I just wanted to see my little petal before going off.” He sighed happily and to your dismay began to actually take form in your room.

Fiery red hair came first, followed by a chiseled face and a slim, athletic body as Jung Hoseok; Apollo himself in all his glory walked to your bed and clambered in beside you. It took you all of two seconds to react.

“Hoseok, get out of my bed, now!”

“Now, don’t be like that.” He grumbled, placing two hands under his head, smiling serenely. “I maybe a god, but I get tired too. Five more minutes,” he said.

You stared at the brazen god in your bed with annoyance written clearly across your face before you gave up with a huff. It was still too early to deal with Hoseok’s shamelessness and you had to be up in an hour anyway.

“Oh, I was wondering if you would go with me to Zeus’s recent bash.” He murmured.

“Nope,” you snapped immediately but the God very conveniently let out a snore.

Making sure you were wrapped safely away from the lascivious gaze he might train on you, you quickly went back asleep, later waking up to find him gone but with a feeling you were going to see your patron God very soon again.

Greek Gods…

Yes, that’s right. Your Percy Jackson stories had turned out to be right, maybe with a few intricacies. Ancient Gods still resided in modern times, in reincarnated bodies, very much alive and in the flesh.

You had been a botany student being pressured to take pre-med by your forceful parents when you’d stumbled – all piss drunk and about to collapse – on to the God of Sun…in a very similar state.

In your inebriated state you had deemed him to be a good sort of lay, all shiny hair and fitted leather and you had invited him to join you but soon enough you were spilling your tragedy to the man, who listened lying eagle spead on your floor, half closed mouth mumbling before he gave you a blinding smile and a preposterous story with an even more so solution.

He was a Greek God – ok so he looked hot enough to be one – and he could take you away and dump you in a camp where ancient medical knowledge was provided under his tutelage and patronage, because he was also the patron god of healers. That did not seem very strange to you, until of course he mentioned that the camp was in Greece.

“Dude, I’m all for guys who can make me laugh in bed but can we wait till we’re naked?” you asked and he’d smirked before snapping his fingers.

In a blaze of flames and folded light, you and he were standing in the middle of a valley, full of beautiful flowers and fruit laden trees. Over the fences you could see small huts, hundreds of them, sprawling over miles and you gaped, your entire buzz gone as you spun to the smug God.

“All of this could be yours. I’ll even see you get one of the best huts and be your personal patron. Just say yes, gorgeous.”

If he thought you were going to be awed, the next minute he was frowning when you smacked his chest – hard.

“What the hell, you can’t just drag me over to Greece! Take me back, now!” you’d screeched and it had taken him a few second to snap his fingers correctly to get you back in your living room, this time alone.

Neither did you get laid nor did you have a good night’s sleep.

Your anger hadn’t lasted two days when another call from your parents, questioning your life had made you snap at them that you were taking a med course in Greece. That had silenced them and even though you knew it was a compromise; at least you’d still be near plants.

Conjuring up Hoseok again had been another night of drinking and taking home a very, very annoying and touchy God.

Of course, having a god as a personal patron came with more jobs than one; you basically had gained a small eager Labrador who wanted to parade you everywhere. You soon learned that Hoseok hadn’t personally provided patronage to anyone since eons and while you were flattered, it didn’t escape your notice that it was due to your incomplete conquest of sleeping with him and that he was probably only doing it to get into your pants.

Not to mention, this made many of the girls at the camp hate your very guts. The only person who was willing to hang out with you was a tall, spectacled boy named Taehyung. He always made it a point to let you know he was your only friend and to be grateful for his strength at keeping your haters at bay.

Hoseok was a generous teacher though. He gave you a tour of Olympus and all the special ingredients only found there, introduced you to his family even.

Zeus or his reincarnation Jin was as beautiful as legend told, the throne next to him occupied by a regal woman named Jisoo who could only be his wife Hera.

Athena you met in a college protest, a tall man named Namjoon who yelled about government conspiracies so loudly that even Hoseok, probably the loudest God alive winced.

Next was meeting his twin, Artemis, or Yoongi in this generation, his skin pale as moonlight and hair woven silver as he took one look at you in Hoseok’s golden chariot, hanging on for dear life and face palming himself; probably already knowing his brother’s playboy ways.

Meeting Ares and Aphrodite, or Jungkook and Jimin had nearly gotten you killed.

Hoseok had sent you to retrieve a shield and while you had rolled your eyes as being made to clean up after a man, the sword at your throat from the red eyed man was enough to make you cry, before Hoseok had appeared laughing and cajoling the man.

It was Jimin who had saved you, eyeing you and Hoseok before smiling, a little giddily and murmuring to Jungkook who had smirked but not before glaring a warning at Hoseok. You had refused to accompany Hoseok on any more excursions, making him pout for a good time.

Safe to say, it was only Yoongi who you liked in his entire barrage.

“Wow, you look like shit.” Taehyung muttered first thing as you joined him in pruning the rose bushes.

“Yes, thank you,” you grumbled before he slinked closer.

“God happened to visit you that we won’t name?” he whispered, making you groan.

“He woke me up at five…can you imagine and then passed out in my bed!” You hissed back, before going off on a rant about how annoyed his presence left you.

“Um, Y/N,” Taehyung suddenly gulped and you whirled around, your pruning shears up in case someone thought you needed another bath in dung manure.

Only, it was just sparkled and shimmers as Hoseok materialized in the middle of the rose bushes.

The sharp gasp of people around him prompted him to raise his hands in a calming manner but the shit eating grin on his face told you he enjoyed it as he looked at the head of your batch.

“How are we my beautiful healers? All well, I hope,” he said.

The head woman nodded desperately in the face of his allure and Hoseok smiled widely.

“Fantastic, I have come to ask my dear Y/N to accompany me to Zeus’s bash. Isn’t that exciting?” he said.

There was a heavy pause in which your grip on the shears tightened, Taehyung took a visible step back and the girls all turned to give you unsavory looks.

“Yes, it is indeed.” The Head said and the God turned to you.

“Well, you’ll go, won’t you?” he pressed.

“I…”

You wanted to throw something at his perfect face for this new low reached but with the people eyeing your every move it was impossible so you forced a tight grin.

“Of course, my lord,”

“You’re absolutely horrible.” You said first thing as Hoseok started to open his mouth, his hands already pointing toward some glowing flowers. He wanted to show you a new batch he needed picked over the valley and while it was a good fifteen minute hike, he’d snapped his fingers and voila.

“I’m sorry?” he turned to you in confusion.

“You think you’re so cool and then pull that dick move.” You hissed.

“You mean asking you at the pruning chores? How is that low? I’d think you’d be more than glad to leave pruning and a God asking you to Zeus’s party is considered an honor.” He frowned.

“It was considered an honor. It’s the twenty first century, Hoseok! Besides if I wanted a God, I’d go for one that acted like it.” You snapped.

Darkness brewed behind Hoseok’s eyes and for a second you reminded yourself that he was, after all, a god, capable of burning you where you stood.

“I don’t act like a god?” he asked.

“Admit it, you’re being nice to me only because you want to sleep with me.”

“That’s not true! I’m being nice because I actually like you!”

“Sure, and look where that got Cassandra.” You replied snidely.

Hoseok’s face paled.

“That was ages ago. I have changed.”

You snorted.

“Make me believe that.”

Hoseok stood still for a few second before he was disappearing, turning holographic and then melting away completely, leaving you alone with a bunch of glowing plants.

Your sleep was again disturbed by a God.

You groaned in annoyance wondering why Hoseok was back. He had disappeared for a whole of two days. The sun still rose but he never showed up in your room after that fight you had.

So when you opened your eyes, you were fully expecting the blaze of heat, not a sliver of moonlight in which stood Hoseok’s twin, Yoongi.

“Y/N, you need to come with me. Now,” he said, his eyes blown wide open.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, not missing the urgency in the god’s voice as you shuffled to sit up.

“It’s…it’s that wretched brother of mine. Took on a bunch of Pythos, but almost lost; He needs a Healer.” Yoongi gulped and that was when you saw the state in which he was in.

White robes muddied, pale hair tousled, he looked like he’d just survived a battle.

“I’ll go fetch the Head.”

“No, we don’t have time and he asked for you.” Yoongi snapped before he was waving a hand, twisting light into a bag of ingredients.

“All you’ll need is in here. Come with me.” He said.

Unlike Hoseok, Yoongi didn’t transport you anywhere, instead walking with you at a brisk pace till the lake, where you gasped when you spotted Hoseok’s chariot.

Apollo’s golden sigil was splashed with mud and what looked like slime, the wheels splintered and the flag post had snapped. The glow it usually exuded was dimmed.

“He’s inside.”

You didn’t wait for any other words from the God of the Hunt, quickly moving to scramble into the huge chariot and then you saw him.

His red hair was darkened, cuts on his hands and face glowing golden with clotted Ichor, the golden blood of Gods and you placed a hand at his forehead to feel him burning up more than usual. He had a fever.

“Hoseok…Apollo, hey, can you hear me?” you asked, slapping his cheeks lightly as you fetched some bandages and clear lake water to clean his wounds.

Hoseok’s eyes opened, glowing orange before setting back to brown.

“Y/N…you came,” he whispered.

“Yeah, I can hardly not come when my patron calls.” You mumbled, placing a cool cloth against his head.

“You…you said I wasn’t a God, so I…”

“Tried to be one? By taking on some goons you know you’re going to need help with?” You asked, hurriedly running ointment on his cuts.

“It was stupid but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Don’t smite me, but you are stupid.” You sighed before settling back.

“You’re already healing, I think you’ll be fine.” You said.

“Yes,” Hoseok sighed, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

You got to your feet before looking down at your God.

“Hoseok,” you called, making him look up. “Don’t be late when you pick me up.” You said before climbing down the steps and walking away.

The god blinked in surprise before smiling in victory.

#jhope fanfic #jhope smut #jhope angst #jhope fluff #jhope #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts #accendo

[dazaineedshelp]

There was a subtle shift in the air between them. Maybe it was his inner cat, with eyes adapted to catch rapid movements of prey, or perhaps his repressed abandonment issues, but Atsushi just knew. He was not oblivious, nor blind.  

The polite smile that hasn’t reached his eyes when Atsushi offered him a freshly brewed coffee last Friday morning. The indifferent look, wandering all around the office, refusing to meet with his own questioning gaze. His posture stiffening whenever the boy entered the room, whether it was with armfuls of papers or a tray of still-warm donuts. Dazai was clearly distancing himself, not in general - from him, specifically. Aside from avoiding Atsushi, nothing much changed in his usual doings. Still messing around with Kunikida’s patience, still hanging out with Yosano at the lunchtime, still playing it witty with Ranpo while snacking more intensely than actually working.

And truth be told, why wouldn’t he?

Wet strands framing his pale face as the downpour kept roaring all around them. Atsushi brushing these stubborn curls out of his forehead, his palm somehow wandering down to cup Dazai’s cheek. So cold, why was his skin so cold? Silly, always forgetting to wear a proper scarf. His lips were chapped too, fractures rough under his fingertips. A few drops of autumn rain dripped from his hair and fell onto his eyelashes, and there was something so intense behind his gaze, something hungry in the way his breath hitched suddenly…

He flinched when a hand rested on his shoulder.

‘You seemed out of it for a while.’ There was a concerned tone lingering to Kyouka’s usual reserved voice. The boy just shot her an awkward smile and brushed it off with some light-hearted response, both going back to papers accumulated on their desks in hurry.

Atsushi could physically feel Dazai’s eyes rested on his back, but did not turn around once and rushed out of the Agency as soon as the clock struck six.

The cheerful ringtone cut through the silence of his apartment, sounding like a giggle at the funeral. He quickly put the foamy plate back into the sink and rushed towards the counter, but the name on the screen made his stomach drop.

He almost didn’t pick up. Almost.

‘Dazai-san?’

No response. Only raspy and uneven breaths. He could feel piercing anxiety hit the air out of his lungs, but he didn’t waver. Something was clearly wrong.

‘I am so sorry -’ a dry chuckle came out of the speaker. ‘Miss, click. That was just a. Misclick Atsushi-chan. My apologies-I’

‘Don’t you hang up on me! Give me the address, I’m coming to get you-’

Two squeaky beeps and then silence. Damn it.

He grabbed his car keys and run out of his flat and down the staircase, almost tripping over himself. Call it a sixth sense, but he was pretty convinced he knew the address anyway.

The cold breeze filled his lungs as he climbed out of his car, sending shivers down his spine. The bridge was empty, not a soul in sight, just a crescent moon illuminating the waves on the abyss-like waters. Atsushi felt a sinking feeling grasping his insides deepen, the darkest scenarios flooding his racing mind. If not here, then…

Down there.

A frail silhouette curled up on the top of breakwater proved him right. Atsushi didn’t even realize he was running down the slope, his legs seemed to move on his own, please don’t, oh my god, please just- When he reached the rocks, suddenly his body refused to keep going, paralyzed by the visions crumbling in his head. A shaky step forward, then another one, and another…

Dazai’s eyes were closed, the man clearly unconscious, but breathing. His chest would rise and fall, shallow puffs escaping his mouth, and Atsushi felt like crying out of relief. Now that he got that awful oh please don’t be dead you stupid son of a out of his chest, he was able to take a closer look at the ground, and once again, he felt like throwing up.

There were bottles, of course, quite a lot of them- vodka, a few beers, whiskey. But what made him sick were not the alcohol bottles, it was the smallest one, full of pills, that had slipped out of man’s coat when he shook him. Unopened, but clearly he tried, there were cracks and traces of teeth on the lid, childproof cap actually, and the boy just…

And the boy just threw the bottle into the ocean, cradled Dazai in his arms and brought him to the car. He avoided the holes on the way back, constantly fixing his mirror to look onto the backseat.

To make sure that he was still there.

If Atsushi was to describe the morning, it would be one word - awkward. After he tucked his friend in and put some water along with hangover medication on the bedstand, he sat in the gloom of his petit kitchen, desperately trying to figure out how to handle the next morning- to get out of the flat with the dawn and leave a heartfelt note? Or sit his half-alive friend through the wholesome preach while sobbing constantly? None of the options seemed realistic, not to mention that Dazai despised him now, disgusted by how he feels about him, so…

So he didn’t come up with anything that would actually work out and was surprised how quickly his overthinking made the time move. And now the sun was shining, Dazai started to stir around in the sheets, threatening that he is gonna wake up soon, and there was only one thing that the boy knew how to manage - the pancakes. Nothing can go wrong with pancakes, except maybe everything, because the man that probably hated him was laying in his bed, suicidal man, distant man,

the boy that he fell for.

But Atsushi made him breakfast anyway, because what else was he to do.

‘Hi.’

A small mumble escaped the mouth of a person behind him, and he stiffened without turning back. He decided on being distant, just as the man wanted it, but it would be impossible if he looked him in the face.

‘Good morning, Dazai-san. How do you feel today?’

‘Like I had dug a grave with my teeth last night,’ he chuckled and leaned by the counter, just a few inches from Atsushi, and he could feel how close they were- ‘whatcha cooking? It smells amazing.’

‘But you are not-’ he remarked, hyper-focusing on turning the pancake to the other side, ‘-so how about you go and take a shower, and I’ll finish the breakfast? I left you some clean clothes on the dryer.’

Usually, the response would be a loud protest about hurting his poor feelings, but Dazai just left without a word this time. No humming came from the shower either.

And then they were sitting in awkward silence, both munching their chocolate pancakes, not bothering to pick up a conversation. Too much unfinished business. Too much unsaid words stored on their tongues. Too much…

‘We should talk.’

Perplexed that the words had actually left his mouth, Atsushi shot an uneasy glance at Dazai, but there was no anger in his eyes. More like, defeat. They were completely numb, like when he told him to stay away, that he is disgusting, that…

‘Probably. I’m sorry for bothering you last night.’

‘You know that is not what I meant, Dazai, we need to talk about us not being able to work together, about the pills in your pockets, we were friends, so just-’

A strangled laugh broke in his desperate rant, and before he knew it, Dazai’s face was inches from his own, something dark in his eyes that made Atsushi shiver. He didn’t turn his gaze away.

As before, his lips were chapped and faded, deep eyeshadows and sharp cheekbones so close, raw, real, and Atsushi felt weak, so weak-

‘Were we friends, Atsushi? I don’t think I know such a thing. I’m not the best match for you, a warm, kind-hearted-’

- that he wanted to just bury his hands in the messy hair, bring this helpless boy close, keep him warm, safe-

‘-savior of Yokohama. I hurt, kill, bring doom, and you are not any exception-’

- and loved, because he was so scared, and now Atsushi noticed this void of fear, fear of the past, of the future-

‘- I would just hurt you, dear tiger boy. So,’ he finally leaned back slightly, his voice dripping with venom, ‘we’re better of without each other, Atsushi-chan.’

‘You’re scared.’

Silence. This time it was Atsushi who came closer to the man, almost pinning him to the wall, as he was too astonished to make a move.

‘The more you lie like this, the more I become aware-’

his voice was so shaky but he was not backing away, there was no turning back, now that he knew

‘- how terrified you are. Like there’s no new beginning for a person like you. Like there is - like there is no learning. But whatever you feel-’

he took a step closer, felt Dazai’s warmth and uneven breaths on his skin, looked into his wide eyes, reached out his trembling hand, to touch, make sure, no turning back

‘- you can tell me, and we will make it work. Because I care-’

their lips were so close he could feel man’s breath brushing his cheek, and he came only closer, voice turning into the whisper, now that

‘- and I know that you do too.’

Their lips met hesitantly at first, butterfly kiss so fragile and breakable, fluttering hearts and rushing minds. It quickly turned into the desperate passion, unsaid I missed you and Please, don’t let go whimpered by the way Dazai came undone with Atsushi’s tongue exploring his own, a wall coming to the rescue as his trembling knees almost gave in. The boy untangled his right hand from the brown strands and hugged him tightly, not breaking the contact. A small moan escaped Dazai’s mouth, and he was melting, dying and blooming all at once. He brought Atsushi even closer, their bodies tangled together, and-

and he, for a moment, believed in new beginnings.

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Can you do for Bakugou ' I'm not jealous" ? Like, s/o was talking with Bakusquad, but s/o's very friendly and happy, is like s/o can make friends so easy! Please! Sorry for some errors in my English, I'm brazillian and still learning! Love your blog!

The smell of grease and oil hangs in the air of the Support Class lab as it always does; though, the sounds of whirring tools and chattering students don’t accompany the familiar scent. Workspaces lay empty, devices and projects waiting for their owners to return from the lunchroom. Nineteen tables have their desk lamps off, but one stays on. The remaining light illuminates the back corner of the room where you and Bakugou are as you sit next to each other. He leans on your workshop table, propping his head up with a closed fist, watching you tinker with a new prototype of his Grenadier Bracers. Your fingers work deftly, like they know what to do all by themselves, while you listen to your boyfriend rant about Deku between bites of his lunch. 

This is how the two of you normally spent your lunch period. And Bakugou will never ever admit it aloud, but he enjoys every minute alone with you. Especially since he mistakenly introduced you to Kirishima. And Kirishima introduced you to Kaminari who introduced you to Sero who showed you to Ashido before the day was even over. Suddenly, Bakugou couldn’t just have you to himself; he had to share you with the idiots around him.

The conversation falls quiet as Bakugou chew on his lunch. You take a few bites of yours as well, then lift the bracer off of the table, holding it at eye-level and examining closely. He looks at your profile, and you catch him staring. Bakugou turns his attention back to his lunch, aggressively shoving more food into his mouth. 

“I still can’t believe you broke the last Bracer I made,” you tease with a smirk.

Bakugou swallows, pointing his chopsticks at you, “That’s what happens when you make them tiny as fuck.”

“I made them smaller and expandable to make rescuing people easier for you. Since a certain someone likes to get docked on rescue points,” you say.

“Watch it, brat. And, anyway, if you don’t want your shit to break, don’t make them so damn fragile then.”

 “I didn’t make the last one fragile. That’s why I can’t believe it. You really just go all out, don’t you?”

“There no other way to do it, babe.”

“Well, if you do this to your own equipment, I can’t imagine what kind of collateral damage you might do,” you say with a sigh, “What’ll become of our agency? The insurance bills will be out of control”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow, “Our agency?”

“Our agency. You’ll want to keep me around.”

“Oh, really? And why would I do something stupid like that?”

“You’ll need me. Who else is going to fix your messes,” you hold up the Bracer to emphasize your point.

“Fix my messes?” he says with snort, “Yeah, right. How’re you going to fix my fucking messes when you can’t even keep your face clean?”

You blink as Bakugou cups your chin, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb. His hand feels rough, calloused as it holds your face, but his touch is gentle, something that’s reserved for only you. You grin at him; your cheeks squish against his fingers. The blond tries to keep his face slightly annoyed, but you can see the hint of a smile twitching in the corner of his lips.

“(Surname)!” 

A quartet of voices shouts for you, ripping you and him from your little moment. Bakugou’s hand quickly retracts. He slides his seat away from you as Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido burst in the lab. They come up to you, bearing a piece of equipment you have modified for them. Their voices mix and mingle with each other as the four of them try to talk over one another. Bakugou grumbles to himself, stabbing at his lunch, but you don’t look nearly as pissed off. You never do, even thought those morons interrupted the two of you. 

“(Surname)!” Kirishima shouts, throwing his arm around your shoulder, “Those Battle Gauntlets you made are awesome!”

“Yeah,” Kaminari pumps his arm, “and my Earpiece signal reached two times the normal distance!”

You clap your hands joyfully, “That’s wonderful! See, Katsuki-kun, my equipment is durable, it’s just you who breaks them.”

Bakugou sucks his teeth, looking in the other direction; pink dusts their cheeks as you giggle at the ash blond boy. Kaminari rubs the back of his neck, but Kirishima continues to blurt out his praises a mile a minute. You hold your blushing face, soaking up his compliments and playfully batting Kirishima’s arm. The redhead grins, and your boyfriend grinds his teeth, the chopstick snapping with ease. He balls his hands into fists; small wisps of dark grey smoke seep through his spaces between his fingers. All he asks is for one period alone with you. Just one fucking hour. 

“Um, (Surname)-chan, would you mind making something for me too?” Sero asks, scratching the back of his head, “It’s okay if you can’t. You must be pretty busy.”

“What are you talking about, Sero-kun, I’d be happy to build something for you. Do you have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking about something to increase my attack power … but I don’t have any specific ideas, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Sero-kun. It’s my job to help with these types of things,” you say, jotting down the ideas already brewing in your mind, “We can meet later with your hero suit and brainstorm together.”

“R-Really?”

“Yep! You can get my number from Katsuki-kun then we can coordinate times.”

You beam at him, and the black-haired boy is almost taken aback at the brightness of your smile. He can’t keep the small blush from creeping up his neck. Sero looks at Kaminari and Kirishima. They nod knowingly, all three of them clenching their chest and thinking the same thing. So sweet! Bakugou’s eye twitches. Anger stoked by annoyance is bubbling in the pit of stomach like a cauldron threatening to spill over.

“(Name)-chan! (Name)-chan!” Ashido whines as she wraps her arms around your shoulders, pushing Kirishima away from you, “You didn’t forget about me, right?”

“Of course not, Mina-san.”

“Yay!” she cheers, “Oh, wait, (Name)-chan, will you have time to make all this?”

You nod, “I’m only officially assigned to Katsuki-kun, but my Quirk makes work go by quickly so I don’t mind at a—”

Your boyfriend stands abruptly, making the chair underneath him clatter loudly. All five of you stare at him. Bakugou glares at the four intruders who all try to hide behind you. He growls under his breath, cursing and packing up his bento furiously. He launches the small box into the trash can with one of his explosions. The door is closed with a brutal slam, nearly knocking the wood off the hinges. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido stare at the smoke billowing from the trashcan as if it was a chimney stack; they pale. You sigh; standing from your chair and collecting your bento, you bow at the quartet then you take off after your boyfriend.

Bakugou sits on the roof, resting his back against the fence around the perimeter. He watches the clouds slowly move across the sky in fluffy white packs. The air outside is fresh, nothing like the scent of lab where the two of you met. Strange, how the clean air clears his head, but makes his stomach swirl. He frowns, running his hands through his hair, mussing the locks. He groans, and his stomach grumbles. Bakugou sighs as he hangs his head down. That was so fucking lame of me. He thinks to himself.

“I thought I’d find you here,” you say, walking out onto the roof with your fingers laced behind your back, “Are you feeling better, Katsuki-kun?”

He looks away, face pink from embarrassment, “Fuck off.”

“Nope. You can’t make me.”

You walk over to him and make yourself comfortable right next to him. Opening your bento again, you munch on food quietly. Silence fills the air between you. Bakugou opens his mouth to say something, but he shuts his almost as quickly when his stomach roars for attention. You giggle, sliding your lunch over to him. Both of you just sit together, in peace, as you pick at your food. You finally speak up. 

“I didn’t think someone as confident as you would get so jealous.”

“I’m not fucking jealous.”

“Yes, you are.”

“You think I’m jealous of those four morons. Fat fucking chance. Dumbest shit I’ve heard all damn day.”

You pretend to think, “Is it? I looks like you got pretty mad at the guys for getting so close and so friendly—”

“They shouldn’t fucking touch something that isn’t theirs!” Bakugou interjects, palms sparking with emphasis. 

“So you consider me yours then?”

Bakugou blushes. 

“Hey,” you nudge his arm, “I’m still your mech, we’re still partners, and you’re still my hero. You don’t need to get so mad about things like this, Katsuki-kun. I’d never leave you.”

This time you cup his face and bring his lips to meet yours. Bakugou blushes furiously as he kisses you, sweat leaking from his palms. When you pull away, both of you stare at each other for a moment. You grin and he grumbles something under his breath. Leaning against him, you wrap Bakugou’s arm around you. He reflexively draws you closer. You can already feel him start to relax. 

“I’m not going anywhere. ‘(Surname) and Bakugou,’” you say dreamily, “I can hear it now.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re hearing because it’s ‘Bakugou and (Surname).’”

“Hm, no, ‘(Surname) and Bakugou’ sounds better.”

“No, it doesn’t, and what makes you think your name won’t be Bakugou by then anyway?”

You blink at his statement before laughing to yourself. You pretend to think for a moment, rubbing your chin in contemplation. 

“You know what? I think you’re right. ‘Bakugou and Bakugou’ does have a nice ring to it.”

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