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shotos-kettle · 4 years

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Winters love (M)

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UA wasn't known for its cold wintery days, unlike other times of the year it was mostly sunny even if just a tad bit on the chilly side. The staff did its best to make sure the campus stayed pretty warm but ever since the villain attacks started up their central heating system had been on the fritz, some days it was blazing hot in the winter, and other days it was freezing cold. So they made sure all students knew to keep a jacket in their lockers just in case. However, some of the students continued to forget about their heating system issues, completely disregarding things as they sat in classes shivering, Ochako Uraraka being one of them.

Her foot tapped against the bar of the chair in front of her, her skin covered in goosebumps as she tried desperately to pay attention to what Aizawa sensei was teaching them, but it proved to be harder than she imagined. Normally the cold wouldn't affect her as much but it had snowed the night before she knew Bakugou was most likely irritated with her constant tapping and she was thankful he hadn't turned around and yelled at her yet. Of course it was safe to say that he was passed out cold against his notebook so she was at least safe for a little while.

Halfway through their lesson Bakugou lifted his head, causing Uraraka to freeze completely as he turned around to look at her. "Pink cheeks stop shakin the damn chair I'm tryin to sleep here." She blinked as he looked her over for a moment before grunting with a roll of his eyes. He reached down into his back and pulled out a large black and orange hoodie, tossing it over onto her desk. "Next time bring a jacket kay?" He grumbled as he turned back around to return to his nap, a yawn leaving his lips.

Uraraka stared at the jacket that laid over her work, eyes wide as she glanced around the classroom, Denki and Kirishima were both staring at her with wide eyes, making a gesture with their hands as if to tell her to just put it on and don't argue. "T-thanks.." She whispered softly as she slipped her arms into the much too large hoodie that almost swallowed her whole, immediately being overwhelmed by the scent of Bakugou. Caramel and vanilla… it consumed her as she zipped the hoodie up and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep herself from floating off her seat from pure embarrassment.

He had been fairly nice to her and it flustered her beyond her own beliefs, sure she got flustered around Deku but that's just because it's Deku… Bakugou being nice to her was unheard of so it truly affected her in ways she really didn't want it to and for the rest of their lecture her mind was a misty place.

Once class was over she tapped Bakugou's shoulder, clearing her throat softly as he turned to face her, shaking his head. "Dont." He said quickly as he got up and nodded to Kirishima, yelling something about sparring in the training grounds, she watched as the two of them headed out of the classroom. "Woah what was that about?" She looked over at Mina and shrugged, gathering her things as she stood, the hoodie coming to rest just above her knees. "I'm not sure… Bakugou being nice is strange, but I guess he didn't realize he woke up earlier and let me borrow this." Her hands smoothed over the front of the soft material.

"I don't know Ura… He's not one to just forget things he does half asleep." Mina laughed as she shook her head, draping her arm around Uraraka's shoulders. "But damn it does smell nice though doesn't it? I wonder what cologne he uses that smells this good." This pulled a chuckle from the rosy cheeked female, shaking her head softly. She knew it wasn't Cologne, she had been close enough to Bakugou during training to know that this was all him, and it really didn't bother her. "I don't know, but I'll have to return it soon. Maybe I'll sneak into his room and leave it. But hey, you wanna go shopping?? I heard there are some sales going on at the mall!" Mina just grinned at the girl and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the classroom, passing Bakugou and Kirishima who were standing just outside the classroom.

"So when are you gonna tell her?" The red headed male asked as he watched the two girls run down the hall. He turned to look at Bakugou, snorting as he waved his hand in front of the usually grumpy male. "Yo, earth to Katsuki, come on man stop staring you're gonna burn your notes again." This snapped Bakugou back out of his trance, dropping the smouldering notebook in the process. "Shit! Damn it i gotta stop doing that!" He groaned, stomping on the notebook to smother the fire that had started around the edges of the cover. "I don't know shitty hair, maybe I'll never tell her. I don't want to distract her from hero training.."

"Or do you not want to get rejected? Come on dude it's obvious she likes you! And you have to admit… She does look fine as hell wearing your hoodie." Kirishima nudged Bakugou's shoulder, his words resulted in a solid punch to the jaw. "Shut the hell up, don't talk like that about her." He knew Kirishima was right but what the hell was he thinking? Talking about her like that especially in front of everyone. "Lets just go spar. I need to get my head out of the clouds, i couldnt sleep last night because stupid Deku and Denki were watching movies all night in Deku's room. God, I wish they would just have a regular sleep schedule like everyone else." He rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he made his way towards the exit.

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One month had passed since He had lent his jacket out to Uraraka, and they hadn't seen much of each other since she was deep into her work study at this point so he hadn't had the chance to ask her about getting his hoodie back. However, the students who had work studies had been given a few days off so he figured now was a better time than any. As he walked into the door he looked around, spotting a tuft of red hair disappearing into the kitchen. "Hey, shitty hair, you seen pink cheeks?" He called out, Kirishima poked his head around the corner and nodded, pointing over to the stairs. "Her room." Bakugou nodded and headed up the stairs, taking two at a time as usual.

Heading down the hall he noticed her door was cracked slightly, he took a deep breath as he stood there in front of it for a moment before lifting his hand to knock, the door swinging open slightly. "Hey pink cheeks, do you still have my jacket-?" His words faltered as he saw her curled up in the little loveseat seat she had placed in the corner of her room, dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and his hoodie. Fuck, she was so cute. How could someone who was so smart and loud at the same time be so fucking beautiful even after going through hell. He bit his lip as he slipped inside, closing the door behind him as a small smile graced his lips. He quietly made his way over to her and lifted her into his arms, a sigh leaving him as he moved her over to her bed. "You shouldn't sleep like that, you'll get back problems…" he whispered, more to himself than to her since he knew she wouldn't hear him anyway.

As he went to cover her up so he could leave her to sleep a hand wrapped around his wrist, sleepy eyes peering up at him while he leaned over her. "Katsuki?.." Fuck, he had woken her up. His jaw went slack as he tried to find something to say, which he couldn't at the moment, because the look in her eyes was something he wasn't used to seeing directed towards him. "I'm sorry, I meant to return it… i just got so busy." She spoke softly, sitting up in bed as she held onto his wrist, her free hand rubbing at her eyes and once she looked up at him again she froze. Their noses just barely touching as they looked back at one another.

For a few moments the two of them just sat there, staring into each other's eyes before Bakugou made the first move. He closed the space between their lips, kissing her gently as he reached out to cup her cheek, thumb stroking over her rosy cheeks. Her eyes widening as she was slowly pushed back onto her bed, Bakugou moving to hover over her as their lips parted. "K-Katsuki… What are you doing?" Her words were breathless, and he knew she hadn't expected to be kissed, he just couldn't help it when she had that look in her eyes. His thumb traced over her bottom lip as he sighed heavily. "Sorry…"

As he moved to get off the bed she reached out and pulled him back down, this time wrapping her legs around his waist as she kissed him, her fingers tangling into his messy blonde locks. She had been waiting for so long to take this type of chance with him and she had never even dreamed that he would be the one to make the first move. He was always so aggravated with everyone, and after everything that had happened she was afraid he had closed himself off completely. The kiss had proved her wrong and she was going to take that leap of faith and she wasn't going to look back.

Bakugou tilted his head into the kiss, shifting around slightly so he could move into a position where he wouldn't crush her with his weight, his heart was pounding and the amount of adrenaline running through him was starting to cause him to sweat. A small groan left his throat when she bit down on his bottom lip, the slight pain pulling him back to the real world for a minute. He pulled back and stared down at her, licking his lips. "Okay, one.. the door isn't locked. And two.. how long?" He asked, knowing that she knew exactly what he meant by how long. He watched the rosiness of her cheeks spread to her ears. As she looked away shyly. "Since the training camp."

She pushed at his shoulders, pushing him towards the headboard so she could get up and move to lock her door. When she turned back to face him she smiled softly, flicking the lights off so they were only bathed in the light of the evening sun. "Doors locked now…" A smirk formed on the blonde's lips as he watched her saunter back over, his hands reaching out to rest on her hips while she crawled onto his lap, their lips coming together in another kiss that was filled with so much desire that it sent shivers down his spine. As her fingers ran down his chest he slowly slipped his hands down the back of her shorts, grabbing two handfuls of those luscious globes that always had him so distracted when she fought.

A moan left Uraraka's lips, her head tipping back as she tugged at his hair gently. The lips that were occupying her own now traced down along the expanse of her throat, the hands on her hips guided her to grind down against him. Her eyes widened as she left his erection pressing up against her, nails digging into his scalp when he bit down on her shoulder after leaving a dark hickey to blossom on her pale skin. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt so she could push it off his shoulders and toss it on the floor. Her hips lifted slightly so she could scoot back, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses down the center of his chest. His eyes never left hers as she slowly pulled his sweats down, nearly drooling as she took his cock into her mouth.

There was a knock on the door as his cock hit the back of her throat, his eyes widened as his hand gripped her hair tight, a finger lifted to his lips to keep her quiet. "I don't care who it is but go away!" He yelled, picking up the nearest thing, being a book so he could chuck it at the door. There was a squeak from the other side before he heard footsteps retreat. He looked back down at Uraraka who had his cock deep into the back of her throat, a look in her eyes that told him he needed to prepare himself. Which he wasn't able to do quick enough as she swallowed around his length, "holy fuck a-ahh." His head thunked back against the headboard as she pulled off of him slowly.

"Mmh.. Katsuki~" Uraraka licked a slow stripe against the underside of his length, watching his eyes nearly roll back just from the feeling. "Please.. I want you to be my first." She whispered, placing a gentle kiss to the head of his length. He nodded and shifted, watching her as she wiggled out of her shorts, tossing them somewhere in the room. She turned so she was on her hands and knees, then as Bakugou positioned himself behind her her chest dropped down against the sheets, her back arching to show him the damp spot that had formed on her panties.

Oh gods he was going to love tearing that ass up, he had dreamed about this moment for so many nights and now the one thing he had lusted after for so long was right in front of him. "Gods your ass is amazing Ochako.." He whispered as he spread her cheeks, thumb dipping under the hem of her panties to pull them aside. If he didn't have as much self control as he normally did he would be drooling, she was barren, no hair in sight and just the most delicious shade of pink. He moved forwards on his knees, one hand moving to press against the curve of her spine as he pressed into her and as that deliciously tight heat wrapped around his cock he knew that was it. This girl was going to be his, from this moment on she belonged to him and he belonged to her, if anyone tried to hurt her he would kill them.

"You're mine, you got that Pink cheeks?" He grunted out as he snapped his hips forward, penetrating deep within her core, the head bottoming out against her cervix. He only gained a nod in return, but as he rolled his hips in a teasingly slow manner she got the hint. "Y-Yes Katsuki~" She mewled as the feeling of him deep inside, hips pressing back against his as a hard slap resonated around them, her ass stinging as she let out a lewd moan. "That's a good girl~" he had purred, he fucking purred. His words dripped sex and his hands simmered against her skin as they fell into a passionate push and pull of want, need and hunger.

The air between them would never be the same after tonight and he knew he was never getting his hoodie back, not that he even wanted it back in the first place. It looked too good on her, hell maybe he would give her some more of his clothes for her to wear when it was just the two of them. Though the inevitable chaos in the morning barely graced his mind as his eyes held steady on the sweet jiggle of her ass as he pounded her into the mattress, bed knocking against the wall without a care as they lost themselves in each other's bliss.

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victorineb · 5 years

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On a moonlit Halloween night…

“This is ridiculous. How are we getting away with this?” Will had adopted a theatrical whisper that, in Hannibal’s opinion, was more likely to draw attention than their current, admittedly fairly dramatic, appearance.

“Most people do not share our intimate familiarity with the substance,” Hannibal whispered back, leaning into the side of Will’s throat to breathe in the scent of blood and sweat. “Nor your particular fondness for it, my love,” he added, just to see Will blush like he hadn't ravished Hannibal next to a still-warm corpse not half an hour ago.

“Shut up,” Will said, elbowing Hannibal in the side as if irritated, though the smile he couldn’t quite rein in put the lie to that idea. “They’re so content in their blindness. We’re dripping in viscera and yet the guys in the giant Pikachu suit got more attention than we have.”

“Are you disappointed, mylimasis? Were you hoping to instil terror amongst the crowd, to watch as they shrank from your magnificence, to bask in their fear as they recognised the hunter in their midst?”

“Shut. Up!” This time Will grabbed Hannibal and shoved him against a convenient wall, immediately pissed off that the fond, amused smile on Hannibal’s face didn’t falter for a moment. He shoved his leg between Hannibal’s thighs – causing a symphony of plastic squealing as their murder suits rubbed together – and that got a reaction, Hannibal’s eyes fluttering as he snatched in a breath. Will let him wait for a moment, making no move other than to gently rock his leg against the stiffness he could feel rising beneath it. He watched Hannibal with the sharp gaze of a predator awaiting the moment their prey breaks from cover, and when Hannibal’s lips parted slightly, he surged forward to devour them.

He allowed himself the span of two minutes to work Hannibal up, biting at his mouth and pressing against his body, hips rolling just enough to have Hannibal straining against his hold. Then, mercilessly, he pulled back completely, watching with satisfaction as the dazed look in Hannibal’s eyes turned dark and wanting. Will grinned.

“Now, behave. Or I will put a leash on you and teach you obedience.”

With a smack to his thigh just short of truly painful, Will turned from his panting cannibal and began sauntering off, pausing only to check that he was being followed and finding Hannibal peeling himself from the wall with a hungry gleam in his eye.

“Down boy,” he teased as Hannibal stalked towards him. “Blood’s one thing but a public sex show will attract an audience, even on Halloween.”

Hannibal stepped straight into his space, sliding his face into the crook of Will’s shoulder and breathing deep. “As if I would allow another’s eyes to behold you as you writhe in ecstasy,” he growled, biting tenderly at the tendon in Will’s neck. “Slaughter thousands in the clear light of day and I would only watch in admiration, but your body and your pleasure belong only to me, beloved.”

Will grinned, sharp and amused, then grabbed Hannibal’s hair and yanked him upwards. “Likewise,” he said, and once more crushed his lips to Hannibal’s, blood smearing and sliding messily between them. And when they parted this time, it was only to rush with hurried footsteps back home, hands clasped tight in promise of the closer touch that would-

“Murder husbands!”

Will tensed and froze mid-step. Hannibal suspected he would have already bundled the young man pointing at them into the nearest available alley had he not been held in place by Hannibal's grip on his arm. It wouldn't do for Will to go off half-cocked (the consequences tended to be messy) and, besides, it wasn't fear with which they were being regarded. The young man – early-twenties, clearly inebriated, dressed in a swirling black cloak and clutching a bright red sword of some sort – was beaming at the pair with enthusiastic delight.

“You're the first to correctly identify us,” Hannibal said, his tone affable and pleased and giving absolutely no hint that he would snap this young man’s rather scrawny neck at the first sign of a threat.

The young man grinned and shook his head. “Yeah, I bet most people think you're a couple of Patrick Batemans, with the plastic get-up and the blood. Dummies. Obviously you're them, Will and Hannibal; Bateman had a raincoat, not a onesie!”

Will fidgeted as their admirer rambled, clearly uncomfortable with the scrutiny. Hannibal, for his part, though not exactly pleased by the description of his hunting suit as a “onesie,” was rather amused by the young man’s familiarity with his story, allowing him to give a semi-factual account of their previous life he had clearly put together from Internet chatrooms and the ever-lurid speculation of one Freddie Lounds. Until:

“I mean, your costumes are almost perfect.”

Hannibal frowned. “Almost?”

“Yeah, I mean, obviously the real Will Graham's a lot shorter than your friend. Like, you should be towering over him, but I guess you can't do anything about that.”

“Indeed, I could hardly be said to dwarf my dear husband.”

“I mean, I guess you could wear lifts like Robert Downey... oh wait, you're really married? I thought maybe the rings were just part of the costume…”

“Mmm, for almost six months now,” Hannibal replied, squeezing Will’s arm and smirking at the glower he got in response.

“Ok, cool. So, also, your husband's way too built to be Will – the real one’s all scrawny and delicate, no muscles on him at all. The hair’s good though, and the scowling - it's amazing nobody realised Graham was a killer for so long, every photo of him looks like he'd murder everyone in a ten mile radius just for existing.”

“Might still,” Will muttered, so low that even Hannibal barely heard it. He smirked and tried not to get distracted by the image of Will cutting a bloody swathe through the throngs of be-costumed revellers. Instead, he delivered a small pinch to the inside of Will’s elbow and returned his attention to their admirer.

“Forgive me if I'm not too disappointed that my husband is a more impressive specimen than the actual Mr Graham,” he said, with a wink that automatically caused Will to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, don't blame you,” the young man grinned in response. “And you're pretty much dead on. I mean, you're not blond and your eyes aren't red but you've got his cheekbones, for sure. And the accent. Just one thing, though,”

“Oh?” Hannibal raised a brow.

“Well, it's just that Lecter would never go around being so obviously affectionate. I mean, he's an evil sociopath, right, so he can't feel love? Whereas you guys, it's so obvious that you're totally into each other, no way Lecter and Graham would behave like that. Especially you,” he said, gesturing towards a rapidly-less-amused Hannibal, “you were pretty much draped all over your ‘Will’ here, Lecter’s way too much of a cold fish for that!”

“Cold… fish…” Hannibal said, slowly, leaning into the young man’s space. “You know, your manners could be considered somewhat lacking, my friend…”

The young man’s expression faltered for the first time, the always-satisfying first gleam of fear flashing in his eyes. But just as Hannibal was about to kick his feet from under him and teach him the true meaning of horror, he heard a snicker from behind and felt Will pull him back to his side, nuzzling them together.

“Come on, babe, he already complimented the costumes, you don’t have to give him your scary Doctor Lecter impression too. Besides,” he added, leaning in to kiss his still-coiled husband on the cheek, “you know he’s right. I’d never have fallen for that uptight, pretentious, emotionless asshole. Not even if he does look fine as hell in those suits of his.”

Hannibal peered down at him, inscrutable. “Fine as hell, is that what you think?”

“Guilty secret, huh?” the young man asked, apparently recovered enough to watch them with the amusement of one who has no idea how close he is to death.

Will winked at him. “One of many, I’m afraid.”

“Ought I to be jealous of this fine young cannibal?” Hannibal purred, the monster already tucked back safely beneath the sheen of avuncular friendliness.

“Absolutely, I’m going to abandon you, my brand new husband, and run off with the fancy cannibal who has a habit of cutting into his boyfriends. What can I say, I can’t resist the lure of a romantic gutting.” Will grinned sweetly at Hannibal. “Come on, what kind of fool would do that?”

“Will Graham?” the young man suggested, clearly having bought Will’s lie hook, line and sinker.

“And I am most definitely not Will Graham,” Will said, nodding at him in agreement.

“Lucky for me, I guess,” the young man said. “Hey, any chance I could take a selfie with you?”

It was Will’s turn to tense at the suggestion – albeit it more out of a hatred of being photographed than any sense of danger – but thankfully Hannibal had never met a fool he couldn’t charm the sense out of. “Ah, but then you might be tempted to post it where the good people of the FBI could see and we couldn’t have that, could we?” He wagged a finger gently at the young man and Will thought that was spreading it on a bit thick but it seemed to work with the professorial persona Hannibal had adopted because the young man laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

“Ok, ok, I can take a hint. Wouldn’t want to wind up on your dinner table, right?”

“Definitely not,” Will agreed. “It’s from Ikea, it probably wouldn’t take your weight.”

The young man gave this a bigger laugh than it probably deserved, which meant he missed the fleeting, outraged glare Hannibal gave Will for even daring to suggest he would shop at Ikea. “Ok, well, I gotta go, lot of tricks still to be treated, you know? Have a good night!” He stood back and took one last look at Will and Hannibal, shaking his head and saying, “Man, those costumes really are almost perfect, glad I got to see them.” And then he turned and disappeared along the street, cape flowing out behind him.

“Fascinating,” Hannibal murmured.

“Dangerous,” Will countered.

“I suppose now would be your opportunity to say ‘I told you so.’”

Will’s head whipped round and he glared at Hannibal. “Yes it is and yes I did and if you thought I’d be above saying so then you know me about as well as that kid does.”

“At least he does not believe you to be such a cold fish that even a modest amount of public affection is wholly out of character.” Hannibal was actually pouting and Will melted like he was looking at the last puppy in the pound.

“Please, if our best disguise involves you acting like my own personal boa constrictor, I'm not gonna be unhappy about it. Besides,” he said, lacing his fingers together with Hannibal’s, “I think I'd rather keep the real real Hannibal Lecter my little secret.”

“Oh? And which Hannibal Lecter would that be?”

“The one who is both a bloodthirsty, brutal, beautiful killer and a heart-eyed, loved-up, hopelessly besotted little love bunny.”

“Will…”

“The one who both fucked up my life, manipulated me and tried to force me to be something I wasn't and who saw the real Will Graham and freed me from an existence that was slowly killing me.”

“Will…”

“The one who is both a gigantic, fussy, pretentious pain in my ass and the love of my fucking life. And I'm the only one who gets to see him. All of him.”

“All?” Hannibal echoed, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

Will stepped in close and brought his lips to Hannibal’s ear, delivering a nip to the lobe before murmuring, “Yeah, but only if you can manage to get us home without any further incidents.”

Which, of course, Hannibal did, and in less than ten minutes to boot. For which trick, Will rewarded him with a quite magnificently big treat indeed.

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chemically-imbalanced-romance · 6 years

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A/N: Headcannon where the type of flowers you throw up predicts how the relationship will turn out. It’s not said, but the flowers Logan’s throwing up are poppies.

Trigger warnings: Worship, unrequited love, vomiting, lots of blood, definitely what I would call a sad ending although it’s also up to debate

After-writing A/N: I’m really really proud of this tbh. Lmk what you think. Also another vent fic? From Max? What? What a plot twist

@failureofaesthetics Alright now don’t hate me... To be completely honest I looked up the lore of hanahaki and the only actual happy ending available is the beloved miraculously loving them, which I don’t have a problem reading but I wanted to write something a little more original. There’s only so much wiggle room w/ the other. So here’s my take on hanahaki!

Logan admired Roman.

Practically worshipped him. He knew that was unhealthy, wrong, impractical… But he could not stop.

He wasn’t an idiot- He knew Roman made mistakes, witnessed half of them, but that didn’t change his mind.

Roman was perfect.

It started as a discomfort deep in his chest. Every time he thought of Roman- Deliberately putting extra ‘creative’ time in Thomas’s daily schedule, bantering with him in a video, falling asleep dreaming of impressing him -it would spike.

One time Logan woke up earlier than normal. He stumbled downstairs, frustrated at not having been able to fall back asleep, fumbling around with the coffee pot until he successfully poured himself a cup. Roman was already awake, humming as he fluttered around the kitchen- He made breakfast for himself every morning at five a.m. Logan was tired enough to ignore that cramped discomfort in his lungs.

He hadn’t really connected it yet. It wasn’t strong enough.

Yet.

Logan started to make his way to the living room to curl up in his usual chair with his coffee, when he almost ran straight into Roman. Roman’s hand shot up to grip his bicep before Logan was able to collide with him, chuckling.

“Easy there, sleeping beauty. You need me to carry you?”

Just as the words left his mouth, a sharp pain dug deep into the centre of Logan’s chest. He gasped, nearly dropping his coffee; The pain was strong enough to leave him lightheaded.

Roman’s amusement faded to worry. He took Logan’s coffee and set it on the counter, and did as mentioned- He scooped Logan into his arms bridal style, which made an even larger pang assault Logan. He cried out as Roman laid him gently on the couch.

Virgil popped into the room, eyes wide. “What’s happening?”

Roman waved him off. “Just an ache. He’ll be fine.”

Logan took in shallow, deep breaths, slowly, the sharp pains slowly easing into dull throbs.

“I’ll be fine,” he managed. “Probably just… Slept on it wrong.” It didn’t escape his notice, however, that his chest felt more cramped than before.

A panic attack? No, certainly not. He didn’t feel panicked- At least, not enough to upset him.

“That’s it,” Roman said, straightening up. “Virgil- Go make Logan some soup.” Virgil didn’t even questioned it- He scrambled out of the room and started messing about in the kitchen. Logan started to sit up, so Roman gently pushed him back by his shoulder. Wilting fire shot across Logan’s skin and he bit a scream, his eyes bulging.

Why why why why why?

Why Roman?!

Roman quickly retracted his hand as Logan squeezed his eyes shut, tears building up behind his eyelids. Out of the three of them, it had to be Roman?

“I’ll be fine,” Logan managed as Roman stared at him, terrified. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.”

Logan spent the rest of the day laying on the couch. Patton eventually convinced Roman to leave, distracting him so Logan could get some breath. Still, Virgil didn’t leave his side the entire time, quick to find out his touch didn’t hurt. He took to kneeling in front of Logan on the floor, resting the side of his head on Logan’s stomach, closing his eyes.

“Logan,” he murmured after about an hour of this. Logan had almost dozed off, cracking his eyes open to Virgil’s voice.

“Mm?”

“It’s Roman, right?”

He let out a choked sound of surprise. “What?”

Virgil didn’t open his eyes as he trailed two fingers down one of Logan’s lungs. “Roman. You’re in love with Roman.”

Logan tensed up. “I… How do you know?”

Virgil used his free hand to gently rub circles into Logan’s hipbone, forcing him to relax. “I had it.”

Logan sat up slowly. Virgil lifted his head, blinking sleepily. “What do you mean?” Logan asked.

Virgil shrugged, sitting cross legged on the floor. “I had it. For Thomas.”

Logan thought back hard. He vaguely remembered a period of time where Virgil spent a significant amount of time in his room, before abruptly coming back as if nothing happened.

“He doesn’t love you back,” Virgil muttered, looking away. “You wouldn’t have it if you did.” He sighed, reluctantly meeting Logan’s eyes. “You gotta get rid of it. It’ll kill you if you don’t.”

Logan swallowed. “How do I…?”

He dragged his index finger in an X over his chest. “You cut it out.”

“And… And it’ll get rid of…?”

Virgil shrugged. “I don’t love Thomas anymore.”

Logan shook his head vehemently. “No. Absolutely not.”

How could he just… Not love Roman? He’d been nursing this for years now. He remembered the bubbling crush it started as; The lightheadedness, the giddiness, and nervousness. He remembered it developing, how he felt rap battling him in the vlog, the way Roman folded into his arms when he broke down crying. And he remembered falling in love with him- All the early morning coffee, all the humming, the nicknames, the soft smiles, the late nights.

He remembered everything.

It was part of his life now.

To just… Cut it out? That wasn’t an option.

“Logan,” Virgil said quietly. “Please.”

He shook his head, struggling to his feet. “No. No, I won’t.”

He left the room, making his way to his bedroom and slamming the door shut. He sank down against it, putting his head in his hands.

It only got worse.

One morning, he woke around four a.m., before the sun was fully in the sky, to rush to the bathroom without immediately knowing why. He dropped to his knees, coughing and gagging over the toilet bowl.

It felt like stringy paper trying to climb itself up his throat. When he was done, two large, round red petals floated innocently in the water, blood turning the water pink. He blinked at it and swallowed down whatever fluids still left in his mouth.

That doesn’t mean anything, he reasoned. It’ll pass.

It started to hurt to think of Roman. That was new. He used to love thinking about Roman- Just being in the same room as him was both relaxing and exhilarating at once. Now it made him tired, hopeless. He locked his door and curled up in bed, occasionally coughing up flower petals that quickly increased in volume and numbers.

Patton, Roman, and Virgil continuously knocked on the door, trying to draw him out. Patton and Roman insisted on knowing what was wrong- “Are you still sick?” “Do you need food?” “Can I help?” -while Virgil begged Logan to let him in and let him help him through it. Thomas even ventured into the mindscape at one point, rapping on the door for a solid five minutes before giving up.

It became unbearable. He didn’t know what was worse- This physical pain or losing his love for Roman.

He imagined it sometimes. Imagined not dedicating all his happiness to the prince, imagined being alone again. Because even though Roman and he weren’t together, even if Roman didn’t even know- He made Logan feel safe. He made Logan feel together. He kept Logan company. And he was certain he loved him back, certain- Even if it wasn’t romantically.

He would hate himself if he couldn’t return that love.

After a month of this, Logan was certain he’d lost his mind. He was sobbing and screaming through vomiting and the sides were begging to be let in, nearly breaking down Logan’s door.

He was about to die.

He thought back to Virgil. Virgil, their protector, whose protection didn’t falter after he came back from the dead. He may have cut out his love for Thomas, but did anybody notice?

No.

They didn’t.

He forced himself from his blood-stained bed to his desk, easing into his chair. He rifled through the messy drawers until he found a pair of scissors.

Maybe Virgil would be proud of him.

Anyway normally I’m fine w/ additions on an angst fic that ends sad, but I’d prefer it if this one stays untouched <3

If you liked this fic, I’d super appreciate you check out my original work over at @maxgraybooks

I welcome constructive criticism and prompts

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akaiikowrites · 6 years

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look to your kingdoms pt. 3

Summary: When being the silently dutiful girlfriend of the Avatar starts to chafe, Katara takes up the mantle of the Painted Lady once more and finds herself in the process. [Post Series Canon Divergence AU]

Notes: for @zutaramonth 2017, day fifteen, unmasked. one. two. ao3. the question you gotta ask yourself is do they kiss? and the answer is...yeah. yeah they do.

It’s been so long since anyone called her by that name. Katara. Almost she resents answering to it but answer she does. “Yes.”

Slowly he draws the blade away from her throat. It did not leave so much as a scratch but she imagines she can still feel it’s cool press. Forcing the air from her lungs, she finally looks over her shoulder, catches sight of a mask. The colors of her nation stare back at her, painted over the tusks and horns of a demon face, and she blinks in surprise.

“They’re out,” he says. A gloved hand touches the small of her back. “We should go.”

She nods and turns back to the half hidden escape route. All the boys have disappeared into its darkness. Lips pulling into a grimace, she ducks into the tunnel and hears him follow her. Something grates behind them. Perhaps the mechanism that covers this route when not in use. Then the hand is back on her, urging her along, and she tries not to focus on the warmth bleeding into her skin that contrasts with the chill of the earth around them.

Long minutes pass in nearly absolute silence. She keeps a hand out to glance against the walls. At several points that is all that keeps her from missing a sharp turn. Finally there’s a ghostly silver light ahead. Eagerly she rushes forward until she spills out into a small clearing surrounded by gentle foothills.

Two dozen boys, ranging in age from six to sixteen, stand in a loose ring. Perhaps none of them saw her in the dark of the dungeons because they gape in surprise. They don’t have long to react.

Zuko gestures for them to cluster up and then starts down a path that none of them had noticed. The boys follow him, giving her curious looks as they pass, and she waits. Instinctively she knows that Zuko means for her to take up the rear. A waterbender on a full moon night can do so much. He’s one of the few people in the world who knows exactly how much. Of course she watches their collective back.

For nearly an hour they pick their way through the hills and gullies. The moon has begun to drop toward the horizon when finally they reach the river and Zuko gestures for a halt. Several of the boys show signs of injury as well as exhaustion and hunger.

Power still floods her veins. It’s easy to summon up water from the river and walk toward one of the younger boys who holds his arm to his chest.

One of the oldest boys steps forward, jaw jutted forward in challenge, and says, “Who are you?” He’s effectively blocked her path. A thin sheen of sweat covers his brow. Maybe from their hurried march. But more likely, she thinks, from the fear of her and the water coiled round her.

"You stupid, Zhan?” one of the other boys asks. “Can’t you see the marks?” Red streaking across her cheeks, her arms, her chest. The one unmistakable sign of the spirit who’s mantle she’s taken. “That’s the Painted Lady!”

Zhan’s cheeks flush. “I...” His eyes dart over her and then he takes a half step back. “I didn’t mean...”

“I know,” she says. Gentle. “You meant to protect them.”

The boy she’d meant to tend comes to her, instead, looking up at her with the faltering stoicism of the very young. “Can you fix?” he asks. He holds up his arm. A deep cut adorns it, red at the edges, and she feels anger flare in her gut. But she does not let that come through in her face.

Kneeling, she portions out some of the water and settles it over the cut. It glows as she pours her will into it. The boy’s arm heals easily. Knitting together beneath her experienced hands. When finally she lifts her hands away it’s as if the wound had never been. She allows herself a smile at the boy’s complete wonder. More children rush to her begging for her aide and she gives it.

Only once the last scrape has been healed does she give in to the temptation. Looking over her shoulder, she sees that mask once more, hiding any hint of what Zuko’s thinking. That reckoning, she thinks, is yet to come.

Fire burns in a small pit. They brought the boys home and then, with the same instinctive understanding that made them so deadly on the battlefield together, disappeared into the hills. Zuko has not removed his mask. She has not removed her cloak. It feels a bit like a standoff.

“You’re the Painted Lady.” No question. Only a statement of fact. “And you’ve been here, in my country, for the last year.”

She bites the inside of her cheek and debates how to answer. As if there’s a choice. There never has been. “Yes.” Because they’ve always been honest with each other. And that’s still the same, at least.

Exhaling in a way that’s not quite a sigh, he reaches up and pulls of the mask, letting it drop to the forest floor carelessly. With his free hand he rubs at the back of his neck. “I should’ve expected that,” he admits. “When I first heard the rumors. Spirits don’t just show up and starts fixing the problems of the far provinces. You do.”

“I didn’t for years,” she says. Thinks of all the good she could’ve done if only she’d refused the gilded life offered to her. Ordered for her, really, when she thinks of how everyone had expected her to be with Aang. But that’s not an excuse. How easy it had been to walk away in the end.

Zuko snorts. “It was only a matter of time.”

Which isn’t what she expects him to say. Not at all. “It certainly took everyone else by surprise,” she says. There are scrolls in the bottom of her traveling back that attest to it.

Golden eyes meet hers across the fire and he smiles. “Katara, you never turn your back on people who need you.”

Before, she’d thought that she would have to ask if he was upset. It felt like there would be a reckoning because she had disappeared for a year and a half, because she broke the Avatar’s heart, because she came into Zuko’s country to mete out justice. How could there not be a reckoning?

Now she understands that they’ve long moved past ideas of reckonings.

Four days into their journey back to the capital, they pause atop a volcanic ride, and he runs callused fingertips over her arm. “It’s not paint,” he notes. There’s only a hint of surprise in his voice.

Before they had left the river valley she scrubbed her face clean of the red paint she used to mark herself for battle. The red swirls on her arms had remained. “They’re tattoos,” she says. “A man did them for me in a village on the border islands.”

It’d been the twentieth village she had helped in the guise of the Painted Lady. She’d come back streaked with saltwater and blood. Triumphant and terrible. Paint smudged away and the tattoo master had looked at her with no judgment, only kindness, as he offered to make the marks permanent. part of her had wondered if that would be alright. If she could truly be the Painted Lady. But she thought of all the villages that yet needed her and she lifted her chin and she accepted his offer.

Zuko nods, though he knows none of this, and says, “They suit you. The mark of a compassionate warrior.”

The words feel like an echo and she’s reaching for him before she can stop herself. Palm laid flat against his cheek, she feels the coarse skin of his burn, and murmurs, “The mark of a banished prince.” Maybe it was intentional because one side of his mouth quirks up into a half smile. Her other hand goes to the scar hidden beneath his clothing. “The mark of a true king.”

Beneath her palm, his heartbeat picks up and his lungs surge with an unusually deep breath. One of his hands covers hers where it rests on his chest. It’s warm and despite years of kingship has lost none of it’s rough strength.

“Katara,” he says. “Come back with me.”

They are a day’s journey from Caldera City and the Palace. If she returns, there will be questions and reunions and arguments. Returning means rejoining the world. Maybe she is fierce and whole in her own skill again, maybe he says her name with the same gentle reverence he always has, maybe it would not be so bad to go back.

“Why?” she asks.

Stepping closer to her, he reaches up to weave his fingers into her dark hair. “Because the world needs you.” His thumbs brush along her jaw and tenderly tip her head up. “Because my country needs you.” His breath is hot along her lips as he bends down. Though his hold is firm, she could pull away if she wanted, and he gives her this moment to decide. “Because I need you.”

Katara surges up into him. They kiss, brave and messy and wild, like they’re going to make up for all the years apart. Peace is still not something she recognizes in her mouth but she thinks, she hopes, that it might feel something like this.

#zutara month 2017 #zutara #guys i pulled it around at the last minute #this totally makes up for my execution failure in the last part #shut up it does #i promise it does #kaii writes zutara

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barbika1508 · 6 years

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Support (Kim Taehyung x Reader)

Words: 3,1K

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: One-shot / Mentions of smut / Fluff

Authors note: BF/N means Best friends name, also H/BF/N means her best friend name...I know its kinda confusing, my baddd!!!! XD

Reader’s P.O.V.

‘’So, I just spent around 200 dollars.’’ I speak up staring at the screen before me for a moment still not believing I pressed okay on the button, which proceeded the payment. The laptop on my lap remains humming, while the show on the TV goes on. I mean I’ve saved up money for this, took me some time and extra shifts but now as proud as I am and exited I’m still regretting the amount of money that I’ve spent. Looking at my hands that hover over the keyboards I pull them back under my armpits as I scrunch my nose up.

‘’Oh, wow you really did.’’ BF/N says leaning into my side, the side of his head, pressed against my left arm ‘’That is a lot of money.’’ He adds. I feel his gaze on me to which I shift sliding my hands into the pockets of Taehyung’s hoodie that I’m wearing.

‘’Its support?!’’ I ask more than reply, but he’s straightening up nodding his head quickly in agreement, his phone that he has been glued onto for the last half an hour forgotten momentarily. Sitting up he readjust his legs on the coffee table before us. we’re settled in my tiny living room; the plan was to watch a movie but it ended up falling apart he started to text with his girlfriend.

‘’Like…’’ he starts and leans into me again but this time his head over my shoulder ‘’Me.’’ he finishes and raises his phone right in front of my face.

‘’Bro nice.’’ I state impressed as I see his purchase of Wings on the screen ‘’Only wings?’’

‘’Most beautiful moment in my life, both versions. Sick albums. That are not really albums…’’ he trails off lowering his phone as I glance at the screen of my laptop again, as it finally stops to process and confirms my purchase.

‘’Mini albums.’’ I add both of us nodding.

‘’Yes whatever.’’ he waves his hand and raises another finger ‘’I got War of Hormone, You never walk alone, but I gotta wait for my next paycheck for Her. seriously your boyfriend is going to run me dry.’’ He complains making me chuckle.

‘’Yes, well same.’’ I reply checking the arrival date.

‘’Doesn’t he like…give you they’re stuff though?’’ he asks making me pause and look at his curious expression.

‘’I…I never asked.’’ I reply honestly my gaze trailing off as he straightens up.

‘’How the hell didn’t you ask? Dude I mean you could get the albums signed!!!’’ he exclaims ‘’And then get me they’re signatures and stuff!!’’ he rambles on making me smirk as I look at him.

‘’Oh, I see how it is.’’

‘’Hey!!!’’ he snaps ‘’Its not what it looks like!’’ he warns, pointing his finger up trying to make his point by being dramatic.

‘’Oh sure, sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.’’ I reply sarcastically and shout as he’s suddenly hitting me with a pillow ‘’Heyy!!!’’ I shout.

‘’I’m not lying!’’ he keeps hitting me, while I try to put my laptop away.

‘’Stop hitting me!’’ I end up laughing instead.

‘’Stop calling me a liar!’’

‘’Well I ain’t calling you a tr…’’

‘’I’m so pure and honest!’’ he interrupts me in a bear hug just as I manage to place the laptop onto the coffee table. He presses himself over my back and as I’m half leaning forward, his surprise jump makes me double down onto the ground both of us crashing.

‘’Oh sure.’’ I groan as he half lies on me.

‘’Tell me I’m honest!’’ he warns caging me in.

‘’No.’’

‘’Say it! Say it out loud!’’ but by this point we’re both laughing instead ‘’C’mon Y/N! you’re getting me they’re autographs!’’

‘’Who says that?!’’ I tease back as he finally sits up and helps me up as well.

‘’You as my best friend are supposed to be by my side, support me in all my nonsense, and get me my autographs.’’ He ends up blinking his eyes as if he’s going to appeal to me like this. snorting, I pushing myself into the couch again, still not over the fall.

‘’Sure, sure. I’ll do my best.’’

‘’I know. I’m the best.’’ He cheers standing up.

‘’I’m the one getting the autographs.’’

‘’You’re welcome!’’ he cheers waling into the kitchen.

‘’You didn’t do anything!!!!!’’ I shout after him grinning.

‘’I’m the best yes, I know!!!’’

‘’Jerk!!!!’’

*A month later*

Taehyung P.O.V.

‘’Jagi?’’ I call out puzzled.

‘’Hm?’’ she hums back not lifting her eyes from her laptop, her fingers remain working over the keys of the keyboards typing away.

‘’This is new.’’ I point out now looking at her ‘’Where did you get these from?’’

After a moment, she looks up at me and at the CD’s I’m pointing at. Our CD’s to be exact. The small space on her table she had free and meant for only important things she needs, is now filled with all of our CD’s we’ve ever made. Stacked in perfect order. There’s two cartoon figurines holding them on each side. Namjoon got them for her, and they fit on the empty and minimalistic looking table. She has a simple basic blue lamp, a black pencil case, stack of notebooks in the corner, and usually her laptop is on the center of the table. But seeing the CDs warms my heart. Her desk is the only thing organized in her room and so bare, she’s usually very colorful with things like I am.

‘’Oh those…bought them like some time ago.’’ She says looking back down at the laptop while I blink confused for a moment tilting my head to the side as I stare at her.

‘’Bought? Where?’’ I go on, approaching the bed now, meanwhile I unzip the jacket I’m wearing. Reaching the end of the bed I slide it off, to which she now looks up her eyes momentarily freezing over my chest before she looks at me. I bite away a smile as she hums high pitched and bites her lower lip. I’m wearing the Ramones shirt she got for me. I noticed her eyeing me, one day when I wore another bands shirt, and jeans with sneakers. I think I have a hunch that these types of clothes on me gets her…excited. So, I wanted to test the theory.

‘’Umm the big hit store online.’’ She says her voice breathy as she speaks before she clears her throat and half glares at me ‘’I wanted to have physical copies for road trips.’’ She adds on, as we stare at each other and I pretend to have struggles with pulling my phone from my pocket. Her eyes follow the movement when I tug the shirt slightly up to reveal my stomach for a moment.

‘’You could have just asked for those! We have them at the company plus you’d get them personally signed by all of us, aish jagiiiiii…’’ I sigh crawling onto the bed, and over to her. Her eyes don’t leave mine even for a second, except for a moment lingering on my body before they snap up again. I drop down next to her, burying my face into the sheets, one arm slung around her waist, the other sprawled over the bed.

‘’Its fine. You can buy me food to repay the money. Which I spent with no trouble at all…’’ she goes on making me chuckle as I look at her and watch as she closes the laptop turning away placing it onto the night table. I take the chance to crawl between her legs, and lie my head onto her stomach as I place my arms at her sides, and happily settle.

‘’Throwing away money, unnecessarily…’’ I grumble half-heartedly, as she chuckles. I feel her fingers run through my hair, making me groan in delight out loud, as she continues with her ministrations soon with both hands, her nails slightly scraping against scalp. And it’s an amazing feeling which sends shivers to run through my body.

‘’It’s not unnecessary because it’s you.’’ She replies making my blood boil, and heart sky rocket. Because that’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said it to me like that. So, I raise my head up, resting my chin on her stomach only touching it as I stare up at her. She looks amazing as ever, with messy hair, bare face a genuine smile meant for me. Despite all the cuteness blood starts to run down south because of the view before me.

I’ve never had a girl giving me a look that she’s giving me right now; I mean the fans gave me all sorts of loving looks of course, but I know 100% that the girl right here, means it is genuinely. Her hand lowers down, her fingers gently brush past my cheek, until she runs her fingers through the front of my hair, brushing it to the side, before it slides to the back of my skull. She has a small fond smile on, her eyes trailing from my hair, down to my lips and back to my eyes. And I can’t help but to just stare at her, wordlessly trying to talk myself into doing something.

Damn she is so beautiful. I’ve never imagined myself falling for a foreigner. A girl so un-Korean. She doesn’t resemble anyone that I have ever liked. It surprised…I surprised myself with it. How quickly it took me to realize the fact that I like her. Her confusion at simple things we were taught since birth, some words she still to this day messes up because Korean is only her third language. But it’s still impressive enough that she learned it.

And there is the fact that she doesn’t resemble any girl from here. From the way her eyes are shaped, her face, her natural hair she doesn’t bother to ruin or even the fact that she doesn’t bother with reaching any kinds of beauty standards because she is content with the way she is. Of course, she complains about losing weight, like we all do but to me she is perfect the way she is. I ignore the slight shudder and things happening in my lower region by the mere thought of her body.

I growl to myself and raise up carefully lifting my body above hers as I hold myself up and crawl higher and higher. I notice her smile falters slightly, but another one replaces it. A mischievous one, as her hands fall down from my hair, but quickly wrap themselves around my neck when I’m hovering close to her. I also notice her legs falling open, wider.

Without any words, she’s the one sliding down and pulling me into a kiss. Which I eagerly return back. I’m still rather inexperienced in this area, but I know enough basics. Which only excites me even more when she lets out a sweet moan that makes more blood rush from my head, leaving me with a blank mind.

I feel her tongue slide over my lower, lip and for a moment I don’t know what to do, so I just let her take control. She slides her tongue into my mouth, the battle for dominance beginning. Her legs wrap around my lower back, and I’m now lying down pressing my crotch into hers creating some bit of friction. But it’s nowhere near enough.

She’s the one breaking the kiss, and grins up at me as I stare down at her breathless. She giggles adorably making me smile but my eyes trail down the expanse over her exposed neck. Her hand is then suddenly under my chin, and she tugs my head upwards making me look at her lips for a second before I look her in the eyes.

‘’Not happening.’’ She whispers leaning up to kiss me again. But in the moment of confusion I’m suddenly being flipped over. I let out a shout, my back hitting the bed. I blink up at the girl that’s giggling adorably and settles herself on my crotch making me groan, as she rubs me in the right way, yet she’s shuffling upwards instead making me whine at the loss of friction.

‘’So, eager.’’ She coos affectionately and leans over, holding herself up at too much of a distance.

‘’Stop teasing jagi.’’ I pout making her chuckle as she drops down onto her elbows, her hair surrounding her face, and tickles even me to which she chuckles and pushes it away, it briefly staying to the side.

‘’I’m not, you started this.’’ She replies amused as I raise my hands up to rest them on her hips ‘’You know, I love the fact that you took the initiative…’’ she grins widely as I blush bright pink, and look away embarrassed now that she’s vocalizing it ‘’Don’t be shy now…’’ she breaths and I feel her nose and lips trail faintly over and up my neck which makes me whimper quietly as I grip onto her hips tighter. It only makes her giggle again, so I turn to her, our faces only inches from each other ‘’We can’t do this now though.’’ She states grinning widely, one hand coming up to cup my cheek while she rubs her nose against my own.

‘’Why not? You don’t want me?!!’’ I furrow my brows fear replacing every emotion. Rejection, I’m still ready and completely terrified of it. She kisses me hard suddenly, catching me completely off guard. Enough to make me forget what’s my name in the moment. We haven’t shared a kiss like this yet.

‘’Does that answer your question?’’ she says with a low tone, and I bite my lower lip when she slides her crotch over my own, rotating her hips as she rubs into me making me let out a shaky breath.

‘’Then why not?’’ I ask letting go of her to cup her cheeks as she raises up and I eagerly immediately follow after her.

‘’I um…’’ she starts her hands cupping my own as she lowers them down, but she doesn’t back away when I interlace our fingers together ‘’My first time was with my first ever serious boyfriend…’’ She starts to which I look at her intently ‘’It was nice he took care of me.’’ a blush starts to raise on her cheeks ‘’So I kinda um…’’ she looks down between us to which I now smile at how adorable she is when she’s shy ‘’I want to make it good for you too.’’ She intakes a breath and looks up at me determined. I look at her surprised, at the confession and the hesitance.

‘’Oh jagi…’’ I whisper leaning up and kiss her again. She moans silently into the kiss, as I gather courage to slip my hands out of hers and to her ass this time, as I press my crotch into her making her groan. Breaking the kiss, she rests her forehead against my own. So, I just stare at her parted lips ‘’You’re making it good for me all the time…you’re so good for me…I love you so much…’’ I admit my tone low, which makes her shiver, but she reconnects our lips together once more, this time eagerly.

‘’I NEED HELP!!’’ the door slams open, crashing into the wall. I jump at that, glancing past the girl in my arms, my arms wrapping around her in a protective manner. There’s her BF/F rushing across the room, his gaze fixated down at his iPad. I turn to Y/N that has her eyes closed, and she looks pissed of already. I notice her heavy breathing. I glance at the man, that lets himself fall right next to us, onto his stomach eyes still on the device.

‘’Are you, serious right now?’’ she asks in English. She’s glaring at him and if looks could kill…

‘’Yeah, I’m stuck this is important. How do you do that, that thing you do…the sick one…’’ he goes on turning his iPad towards us the screen showing a game that he’s been playing his character is near death. Meanwhile he stares at her with a completely neutral expression. I awkwardly shift, my boner still painfully present but uncomfortably, going down. Painfully too.

I look between the two, as my girlfriend looks like she’s ready to kill her BF/F who’s staying to my unfortune with her for a month more. And in her shoes, I would be the same; I would actually kill whoever would chockablock us like this.

Wordlessly she reaches down, her hand holding onto my shoulder while with her right hand, she types in a code which has her best friend nodding ‘’Now can you leave?’’ she asks leaning half onto me, while H/BF/N snorts the device playing sounds of victory while explosions are going off over the screen.

‘’You drunk?’’ he asks and sits up glancing around before he looks at her ‘’We have work to do!’’ he goes on making her groan and slump against me to which I smirk, ignoring the man that gets up but doesn’t give a hint of leaving. I run my hands up over her back soothingly.

‘’Don’t you see where in the middle of something?’’ she exclaims, while he walks back to us, holding her phone in hand.

‘’Eh, you’ll have plenty time later. We need to win this round and I can’t do it on my own!!!’’ He smiles at us and settles against the headboard getting her laptop, while I turn to her curiously as she pouts once she turns her attention onto me. She looks adorable.

‘’We’re not getting rid of him.’’ She switches to Korean ‘’Your room isn’t free I’m guessing.’’

At that I chuckle ‘’Who’s the impatient one now?’’ I tease her as she leans her forehead against my own making me grin widely.

‘’I’m not…’’ she grumbles a small smile finally coming to her lips ‘’I just want to take care of you…’’ she whispers moving her hips a tiny bit, which makes me shut my mouth tightly. She has the audacity to giggle at me.

‘’Please don’t.’’ H/BF/N states next to us and turns to her with a glare.

‘’You’re the one interrupting us!’’ she explodes.

‘’I killed the mood, the mood is killed!’’ he goes on.

‘’How do you know that…’’ and I’m just left there watching them speechless as they start to argue. So, I accept that tonight won’t be my night. But at least I got something confirmed; dressing in a style she likes definitely will turn her on. And that she’s the sweetest human being ever. And that I’m so fucking madly in love with her.

#kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #bts #bts fluff #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bangtan #bts v x reader #v x reader #bts kim Taehyung X reader

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