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atypicalamortentia · 9 months

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They Wake Up With An Erection

Synopsis - The boys reaction to waking up with an erection.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.2k

[Caffeinate Me]

SEBASTIAN SALLOW will take care of his erection as soon as he wakes up. When his eyes shot open and he felt his hard erection pressing against the covers, Sebastian couldn't help but groan. He hadn’t been dreaming of anything in particular, just of you and him having a picnic date; it was cute really, so why had he woken up with a raging hard on? Sitting up in bed, Sebastian quickly looks around the room to make sure he’s alone before he slips a hand below his sheets and boxers. With his hand placed firmly around his base, Sebastian slowly begins to jerk himself off, mind automatically flashing to you as his hand moves faster around his length. Merlin, what were you doing to him? Sebastian grips his cock tighter in his fist all in a futile attempt to imagine his hand as your cunt wrapped around him. Silent moans slip past his lips, his head falls backwards, eyes screw shut tight with pleasure as he feels his balls tighten. It doesn’t take Sebastian long to reach his end, especially thinking of you doing this to him. He shivers as he cums, hips stuttering as he shoots his load over his hand. He bites his lip to ensure his groans are kept to a minimum before he opens his eyes again to be met with the boy's dorm room once again. “Fuck,” Sebastian whispers to himself. He wipes his cum-covered hand on his boxers before standing up and grabbing his wand to clean himself up. Maybe one day, you would be giving him a morning handjob. That was, if he wasn’t so chicken to open his mouth and admit that he was in love with you.

OMINIS GAUNT will most likely be woken up by Sebastian’s clumsiness as he gets dressed for the day. Ominis’ eyes flutter open and he immediately feels his erection straining against his boxers. “Did I wake you?” Sebastian asks sheepishly, not looking at his friend as he continues to get dressed. Ominis just grumbles and closes his eyes again pretending to go back to sleep in an attempt to get Sebastian to go away faster. When he hears the boys dorm room door open and close, Ominis speaks to check he’s alone. When he realises he is indeed alone, his hand jumps down to his hardened cock and immediately begins stroking it with so much need. Ominis isn’t one to masturbate often, but it was so hard it hurt. He had no choice. His mind drifts to your voice, simply just talking to him, but when he imagines you whispering lewd things into his ear, his hand picks up its pace. Ominis is moving his hand so quickly, afraid of being caught, that he doesn’t even get to prepare himself before his cum spurts out of his pink tip. He closes his eyes and focuses on regaining his breath as he lays there, feeling lowkey ashamed of himself for masturbating over you, one of his closest friends. When he feels like he’s ready to face the day, Ominis stands up and feels for his wand on his bedside table using it to get himself ready for the day. It dawned on him that maybe he’d have to confess his feelings for you.

GARRETH WEASLEY wakes up as soon as his cock hardens. It’s like he has a sixth sense about it when he’s asleep. It’s early morning, roughly around 4am, the sun is coming up and is threatening to spill through the curtains in the boys dorm. Garreth looks around and finds he’s the only one awake. He closes the Gryffindor coloured curtains around his bed for more privacy and he knows has to be quiet if he’s going to do this here. With a shaky breath, Garreth reaches down his pyjama pants and grips the base of his cock tightly. His mind drifts back to the dream he was having: you were on top of him, moving your hips so deliciously as the most delectable moans fell from your lips. It was all the material Garreth needed to get himself off, biting his lip to keep himself quiet and avoid waking anybody up with his sinful situation. His strokes were slow and sloppy at first due to him still being sleepy, but the second his body relaxed he quickened the pace. He spits on his cock to lube himself up more and continues his fast movements as he thinks about you. Garreth pushes himself to the brink with his thoughts of you, his hand going slack around his tip as he cums, hard, over his hand. It was then that Garreth realised he had to get you underneath him. Had to get you away from Sallow and Gaunt and all to himself. Garreth peaks his head out of the curtains to make sure nobody is awake before he pulls up his boxers and rushes to the bathroom to clean himself up. He then jumps back into bed and falls asleep, full of pure bliss from his orgasm.

LEANDER PREWETT is woken up by Garreth who is laughing at his erection poking up from his covers. “You better take care of that mate,” Garreth whistles before leaving Leander alone in the boys dorm. Leander rolls his eyes and looks down at his hard-on, groaning at the fact his friend had woken him up because of it. Hopefully he was the only one who saw. Leander thinks for a moment. Would it be quicker to take care of it or leave it? With a nod of his head, he agrees with himself that it would be much quicker to take care of it and pushes his sheets down past his knees. Leander palms himself through his shorts and a soft whine escapes his lips. His eyes are full-blown with lust as he rakes his other hand through his ginger hair. He’s really doing this in his dorm? Without thinking it through any further, Leander shoves his hand down his shorts and grasps the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly. His tip is leaking pre-cum already before he even begins to move and he thinks back to what got him this worked up - he was dreaming of you playing with his hair and nibbling on his ear. He hadn’t even gotten to the best part before Garreth had woken him up, so Leander had no visual imagery to go on other than your face which he saw day in and day out. Immediately upon thinking about you, Leander found his hand moving rapidly along his shaft. His eyes squeeze shut and he bites his bottom lip harshly to stop the loud moan threatening to escape his lips. God he was imagining you on your knees for him, warm mouth around his cock as he thrusts into your face violently. He didn’t want to be soft with you right now, he wanted to be rough. The thought of dominating you had taken over Leander completely and soon, he was cumming over his stomach with a loud moan. He breathes heavily as he opens his eyes, face flushed red from the orgasm when suddenly there’s a knock at the boys dorm. “Can I come in now?” It was Garreth again. Leander rolled his eyes and covered himself up before answering and turning over to go back to sleep for just a few more minutes.

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cynicaltirade · 8 months

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Plushophiliac Ted Nivison (aka How to Sleep 101)

:33 < Received a request of this from an anonymous discord friend (love you kitty <3). Not really into it myself but it was interesting to write about!!! Gonna drop the line starters for my actual writing since they can get annoying!

:33 < DISCLAIMER: I only condone the "usuage" of STUFFED animals (not taxidermy mind you). Otherwise, if you don't like, don't read - plushophilia doesn't hurt the plush lover nor anyone else so it's fine (enough) in my books.

:33 < part 2

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI

Contains: slight self-degradation, Plushophilia (attraction to plushies), edging (self orgasm denial), gooning themes though not out right stated, homemade sex tape, mild begging to cum, corruption kink if you squint.

Word count: 1,761

:33 < Btw this is the "muse" of the story :3

It had been a long quiet night, but that's to be expected when you are a chronic insomniac. Ted had already considered reaching out to you or any of his friends, but seeing as it was nearly 4am, no one was awake. Short of waking someone up to chat with (which he didn't exactly want to do), he had exhausted most of his usual means to entertain himself; Youtube was getting boring, Netflix had nothing very interesting, his twitter feed was dead, and he was far too tired to make a cohesive video script right now. Truly, this was the most mind numbingly dull situation to be in.

Sure, he could jack off, but at the same he really was not in the mood to just use his hand again right now. Well... Maybe he didn't have to fuck his hand. It was a surprise to even him that while he was scanning his room for something to jerk himself off with, he caught his eyes lingering on a large plush rabbit maybe a foot long. You had gotten it for him as a get-well-soon gift when he was sick just a few weeks ago, telling him that you hoped it would make him feel at least a little bit better. Maybe this wasn't exactly the type of "feeling better" you had intended the plush to help Ted with, but then again, sleeping would make him feel much better and the most surefire way to make him sleepy would be jacking off.

The walk from his computer desk to his bookshelf where he kept the plush rabbit felt like miles. There was a certain shame that came with using a stuffed animal to get off, let alone one that was gifted to him by a close friend of his. For whatever reason though, the shame made his mind spin in anticipation. Feeling the vast expanse of soft fluffy white and grey fur under his fingers once he finally grabbed the plush was was electrifying. His mind was already trying to blank on him as he thought up a hundred excuses as to why this was fine. He was just helping put himself to sleep after a long night of insomnia.

It started off small, dipping his toe in the water so to speak. He sat at the edge of his bed with the plush rabbit laying on his bed as he thought of how best to go about this. Maybe he should just... he decided to try laying down and grinding up against the plush through his black boxers and red plaid PJ pants. Sure, there was nothing morally wrong or illegal about using a plushie to get off, but it still felt so wrong. Regardless, he assumed position.

Ted held the plush rabbit's back close to his chest as to get it's butt comfortably lined up with his crotch, a slight blush crossed his cheeks at how humiliating this felt. Still, he pushed on. One little thrust up into the plush and sparks of pleasure shot up his spine. It was so wonderfully soft and fluffy and the fact that the rabbit was stuffed enough to give some friction but not enough to give enough friction was intoxicating. He gave a few more experimental thrusts through his boxers and PJ pants, feeling his cock stand further at attention with each rub between the thighs of the plush.

It wasn't enough though. He needed more and he needed more now. Quickly Ted undid his PJ pants and kicked them off before returning his attention to his (hopefully) one night stand. With how caught up he was becoming in the action, it was understandable he didn't exactly notice the wet spot forming in his underwear, let alone how much precum was leaking out of his almost aching cock. The slick translucent precum smeared its way from his cock to the plush rabbit with every thrust making it all so much more pleasurable. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't help but to give small almost silent "ah"s and "hnn"s as he fucked into his plush. The feeling radiating from his dick was so horribly amazing he felt like his mind was growing heavier, hazier, and made it so... so hard to think. It was as if his mind was getting melted into pond he was sinking into and each thought was just a little ripple - almost imperceivable from the bottom where he was.

Feeling the very beginnings of a knot forming in his stomach and Not wanting to get off too quickly, Ted bit his lip and forced himself to stop thrusting. It felt agonizing at first but he wanted to wring every drop of pleasure out of himself he could manage for now. The original intention of his ministrations were still in the back of his mind, but with each panted breath in this short moment, the thought of going to sleep floated further and further away. His eyelids fluttered for a moment as he gripped the plush closer for some kind of rock to stabilize himself on in the empty lake his mind was becoming.

Feeling the beginnings of the knot in his stomach die down some, Ted resumed by fucking up into the soft slick fur between the plush rabbit's legs. He held it's thighs together to give himself the tightness he had begun to crave. At this point, all he could think about was in, out, in, out, in, out. His mind melted just that little bit further listening to his dick quietly rubbing against the stuffed body he held close as well as his own panting and almost whines. Not wanting to be heard, despite being home alone, he bit onto one of the ears of the plush rabbit. the soft mink lining of the inside of the ear against his tongue felt so disgustingly nice. God the plush rabbit even smelled nice now that he had his nose practically buried in it. Did you put essential oils on it or something? It almost smelled like jasmine, citrus and that unique old plushie smell.

This. This must be what heaven is. The combination of the smells, the taste, the softness of the fur, the sounds of his dick ravaging the thighs of the plush rabbit, and of course already being one edge in was so, so, so very wonderful to Ted. The only thing that could make it better was if the plush was nice and warm, fuck he would simply be unable to keep himself from cumming if that were the case.

The thought of fucking a nice warm hole made it that much better though, god damn. Ted paused once again, trying to fight back the thoughts and keep the knot in his stomach from snapping. While spooning the plush was nice, sure, he wanted something different to enjoy any new sensations he could get. He landed on fucking the plush rabbit in closer to a doggy style position where he stood at the edge of the bed with the plush laying out on a pillow perfectly at dick height. In what was probably his last half aware thought, Ted reached down to his PJ pants pocket and took out his phone. He propped it up at one corner of the bed to fully capture the current scene and hit record. Making sure the film was running, he started fucking into the stuffed rabbit with renewed vigor. If what he was just doing was heavenly, then this must be godly. The precum soaked fur on the top of his dick tantalizingly slicking up the head of his cock with his own precum released with each thrust, and now the cold satin sheets on the underside? He had to grip the base of his cock and still his thrusting just to not cum on the first thrust between the little sandwich he had made himself.

Ted was already at three edges, his dick growing to be angry red in colour as he kept fighting off cumming just to carry on a little longer. At this point, not even clinging on to the plush was enough of a life vest to keep him afloat in the vast expanse of open ocean his mind had become from the overwhelming sensations. He was lost in a sea of pleasure and quite happily drowning in it. Poor boy's mind was so far gone he had already forgotten why he was biting the stuffed bunny's ear, although it didn't really matter since he was home alone.

"Fuck... please..." he murmurs as he leans down to nearly lay on the plush rabbit. Ted didn't really know what he was pleading for but he knew it felt right. His whines grew wider as he let his mouth hang open and fuck himself senselessly into the stuffed rabbit. "Please, please, please, please" he repeated as if it was some kind of personal mantra, his pace becoming more erratic with each desperate thrust. "Please, I wanna cum so bad, please! Too good, please!!!" he grew louder, holding the rabbit tight as he finally chased his orgasm like his life depended on it. Realizing the was about to cum, he hurriedly flip the plush rabbit over onto its back and pressed his cock back up against it's stomach. His dick almost reached half way up it's stomach, actually seeing that fact and thinking about the bulge he'd surely make if he were actually fucking into the soft fluffy polyester insides.

With just a few final thrusts, Ted's short yet sweet gooning session was over. Thick pearly white ropes of cum surged from his cock as he grinded into the plush for that final bit of stimulation. His cum claimed it's everything as his; it's stomach, it's chest, it's face, and some even got on it's ears. With a satisfied yet shaky sigh, he pulled away and examined his work. The plush was, to put it lightly, ruined. The fur on it's underside had become so slicked with precum, cum, and a bit of sweat. What was once the sweat smell of jasmine, orange, and the unique old smell of stuffed animals was over cum by his own musk and the smell of sex.

Ted panted into the hot and heavy room as he came down from his high. He hadn't cum that hard in ages, and god did that fucking feel good. A final shiver rolled up his spine when he pulled away from the slick fur of the plush rabbit.

A realization hit him after a few moments. Well shit, how was he going to clean this up?

:33 < JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT TOOK FUREVER!!! I hope yall enjoy it :3. Despite not being into plushophilia myself, I had so much fun writing this! honestly this is genuinely the most satisfied with my writing I've been in a while :3. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but that's ok, I think it's just fun to write about weird kinks/fetishes as long as it isn't about something that hurts people! Anyways, thank you so much for reading!

:33 < Dividers credits: @cafekitsune

#ted nivison #ted nivison smut #smut #fanfic #shitfic #shitfic taken seriously #not proofread #we die like men #I genuinely hope my family doesn't see this #content warnings #plushophilia #gooning #corruption kink #if you squint

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gyroist · 2 years

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As long as you are willing to write for Gyro, I'm willing to beg ask for him. Sooooo, can I ask for some headcanons about his gf waking him up with a bj?... I wanna suck his dick so bad, it's not even funny anymore :(

WAKING HIM UP WITH HEAD. — gyro zeppeli

— his reaction to being abruptly woken up to the sight of you blowing him at 4am in the morning

↺ feat. gyro zeppeli x fem!reader ↺ trigger/content warnings. smut ; (consensual) somno, oral (m receiving) ↺ word count. 1k ↺ note. happy sunday everyone, hope you had a good weekend! sorry this took me a bit anon, hope you can forgive me<3. but honestly i feel you anon, i have the exact same problem. 😔

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gyro zeppeli.

▸ honestly and truly, Gyro has fantasized about this. god, he loves the idea of you waking him up by wrapping your pretty little lips around his cockhead.

▸ he’s not shy about it either, he’s brought up the idea to you out of nowhere whenever Johnny wasn’t around. (actually, sometimes johnny was around. but johnny would always mentally escape before he heard any more of Gyros fantasies)

▸ either way, you knew Gyro would’ve loved this. so deciding to play nice, you indulged in him. just this once.

▸ you had to plan for this, doing it while camping out somewhere would’ve been nice but because johnny was such a light sleeper, he would’ve easily woken up to the sound of Gyro’s belt unbuckling.

▸ unfortunately for Gyro, he unknowingly had to wait until you three made it to a town to finally sleep in an old motel of the sort.

▸ there would usually be two rooms left out, you johnny and Gyro had a rotation on who shared what bed and who doesn’t. luckily, today happened to be the day johnny had the room to himself…

▸ Gyro didn’t tell you this, but he had a vague idea that you were planning something. all day and for the past two days you’ve had this mischievous glint to your eye, always smiling so eerily at him on occasion. in his mind, he thought he’s finally annoyed you enough to where you’re planning his murder 😔.

▸ back on topic, when it finally comes down to it, you’re a little nervous. Gyro was a weird kind of sleeper, he could sleep through seven buildings collapsing all at once but shot up in his bedroll with no hesitation when he’d hear Valkyrie in any sort of distress. so honestly, your chances of being caught were split; and you were hoping that whatever god was out there was on your side tonight.

▸ it was a few hours past midnight and that’s when you decided to finally go through with your plan, swallowing all doubt once your hands reached his belt. slowly undoing it and freezing whenever Gyro would shift or groan in his sleep.

▸ surprise surprise, it didn’t take much for Gyro to get hard. at the contact of your cool hands, the thing was already half-hard (😑).

▸ pressing feathery light kisses against his stomach, you felt Gyro beginning to shift around and mumble something, but he didn’t wake up yet.

▸ you tried not to think too much about it when your mouth wrapped itself around him. this wasn’t your first time sucking him off, but your throat could never quite get used to his thickness. you had to go down painfully slow to avoid any gagging, in your mind you could already envision Gyro’s impatience.

▸ when you got down to the rhythm of it, bobbing your head down and briefly moving up to suck on his tip, Gyro had begun to stir himself awake. you felt your heart pounding against your chest when Gyro lifted his hands to feel up whatever was touching him.

▸ opening his eyes and peering down at you, it took a bit for Gyro to process what the hell he was seeing but once it clicked, holy fucking christ… did he die and go to heaven?

▸ you were sat on your side, hands jerking up where your mouth couldn’t reach. Gyro could feel your warm tongue pressing flatly against him; when you finally pull away with an obscene ‘pop’ you looked up at him with feigned innocence and a sweet smile, “good morning”

▸ fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him.

▸ Gyro’s hands brushed any hair sticking to your face away, then moved up to pat your head accordingly. he couldn’t form words, maybe it was the overwhelming excitement growing in his chest from the whole ordeal. instead, he nudged you down to get you to keep going.

▸ Gyro felt himself relax with a loud sigh when he felt your mouth back on him. he lets you do the work with little guidance than usual, closing his eyes and reveling in the pleasure. on occasion, you’ll look up at him and admire how cute he is with his lips parted and trying to focus on not cumming early.

▸ you would make that hard though. from how well you were sucking him off, to how good you looked doing it…yeah, he wasn’t gonna last long. mans had to stop you for a moment.

▸ he’d joke about you not giving him a fighting chance. you only rolled your eyes at it with one of those laughs you do through your nose and went back down on him.

▸ whenever you blew him, Gyro always had a habit of grabbing onto your hair harshly and pushing you down onto his length when he’s about to cum. but because he was still partially sleepy, he let you go at your own pace.

▸ you felt Gyro’s cock twitch on your tongue, as well as the shaking of his thighs; he was close. you purposely slowed down and occasionally sped up, you were driving him crazy and all he could do was sit there and take it.

▸ it didn’t take long after for the familiar feeling of Gyro’s thick cum spilling down your throat. he always came a lot more than the average man, it was nearly impossible to swallow it all without choking but you still tried.

▸ to Gyro, it was hot. seeing you gag on his dick while cum dribbled down your chin. under normal circumstances, he would’ve loved to fuck your throat right this instance but he’d save that for another day.

▸ when it was all said and done, you crawled up the bed and sat next to him. the whole ordeal still processing in your mind, you didn't even notice Gyro place his thumb on your lips.

“That was hot, you should do that again sometime.”

“not a chance”

©GYROIST

#gyro zeppeli smut #gyro headcanons #gyro x reader #jjba smut #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #gyro zeppelli headcanons #joannewrites #afterdark #cw.somno

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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”

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reuinx · 3 years

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Privilege (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: Recent events make you feel like Yelena is distant from you. However, you are unaware that she has been hiding something from you. Ultimately, she has a very important question to ask.

Word Count: 2,000

Translations: Malyutka (Babe), Derzkiy (Cheeky), Pridurok (Jerk), Malishka (Baby)

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Recently, Yelena hadn't seemed like herself, as if she had torn away from you. You and Yelena had shared everything, even your darkest thoughts. It seemed as if she had been keeping you in the dark. It has been not easy to even talk to her lately. Even though you confronted her several times, she insisted that you had nothing to worry about. Your relationship with her felt distant. Were you making her miserable? You didn't know.

You were surprised when Yelena had woken you up at the crack of dawn, her face inches from yours as she softly kissed the tip of your nose. Your eyes fluttered open in a panic as you sat up instantly.

"What.. What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" You grumbled as you rubbed your eyes to get them in focus. You glanced at the alarm clock as you it read 4.00 am.

"Relax malyutka, we have somewhere to go. Won't you come with me?" Yelena asked as you woke up fully with her words; she hadn't wanted to go anywhere with you lately but at 4.00 am, she was feeling adventurous?

"Yelena, baby. Have you seen the time? Where would we need to go at 4am?"

"Somewhere"

"That's really vague."

"I'll explain it all when we get there." Yelena explained softly as you released a quiet moan as you leaned across, flicking the light on your bedside. You were shocked to see Yelena fully dressed as you glanced at her. Yelena always woke you up when she left the bed. You felt her absence of her in the bed, and the next thing you knew, you were awake. You began to suspect that she hadn't slept, and if she did, it wasn't here. You would have heard her getting dressed.

"But Yelena, it's 4am. Where could we possibly be going?"

"I need you to just trust me on this one, please," She pleaded, her green eyes growing wide. Would you be able to refuse a face like that if you wanted to tell her no?

"Fine."

"That was easier than I expected."

"Don't start, I might just change my mind. What will I wear?" As you slowly got out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, Yelena finally got up and made her way to the kitchen. As she called back to you, you could hear the kettle being popped.

"Something comfortable, we'll be driving for a bit." Yelena managed to call back to you. You changed into joggers and a pale green hoodie that belonged to Yelena, your favorite. When you slipped your shoes on, you tied the strings of the hoodie into a bow. Clearly, you were exhausted. After you reached the kitchen, you leaned against the door frame.

"How do I look?" You asked as Yelena held a travel cup upwards, tilting her head to the side as she pursed her lips.

"Perfect." She didn't say it with the usual humorous tone that hinted at her vocals; she was serious.

"Oh stop that, you're only saying that because I agreed to come."

"No, I mean't what I said. You were coming with me, regardless of what you said." Your eyes rolled as you both walked out of the apartment, grumbling under your breath at having to get up so early.

"Talking to yourself again, mhm?" Yelena called out ahead of you on the staircase, looking over her shoulder at your grumpy face. As you linked onto her arm, she offered you a soft smile, making sure you wouldn't get dizzy as you both descended the stairs out into the street. Suddenly, a stiff breeze engulfed you, its frosty touch holding you as you trembled. You snuggled into Yelena's side as she kissed the top of your head.

"Don't worry, I'll warm you up."

"We could do that in bed."

"Derzkiy. Dirty girl" Yelena brought you towards her yellow Ford Mustang; it stuck out like a sore thumb in the carpark. You opened the door for you as you slid into the leather seat.

"This is for you, when you wake up." Yelena explained as she put her travel cup in a coaster which she had brewed a piping hot coffee in for you. You smiled tiredly at her as she leaned across you, grabbing your seatbelt as she tucked you in safety. You could do it yourself, obviously. However, you thought when Yelena knew she had done it herself that it provided her with comfort. She had a blanket neatly folded on the floor as she lifted it, throwing it over you as she tucked you in. You looked down at Yelena's nails as you sighed quietly; she looked up at you in wonder.

"You've been picking at the varnish again. What's worrying you baby? I wish you'd talk to me."

"I'm okay."

"Uh huh, I'll believe it when I see it." You managed to say as you snuggled into the blanket, Yelena shaking her head at you as she shut the door. Making her way to the driver's seat, she got in without ease. She turned the car on, adjusting her mirrors before she put on the heat for you.

"Sleep baby, it's going to be a long car drive." She encouraged as you listened to her engine rumble to life.

"I'm not even tired," You complained. Within an instance, you had fallen asleep with the overbearing heat in the car. The comfort of wearing Yelena's hoodie smelled strongly of her perfume. Before you fell into a deep sleep, you could hear Yelena's soft laugh followed by

"Typical." You didn't dream of anything; it was empty. You were too busy to dream; you listened to Yelena quietly humming to the music on the radio. She didn't turn the volume up to an obnoxious level; she kept it as quiet as she could but still enough that she could hear what song was on.

"Pridurok." You'd often hear Yelena angrily mumble under her breath as you could feel the car slow down, obviously her being cut off while she was driving. When the car came to a halt, Yelena would look across to make sure you were still tucked in. Before the lights turned green, she would sometimes push your hair out of your face, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.

The driving time seemed endless; sometimes, you woke up suddenly and stared out the window, noticing how the world changed around you. Leaving the bustling city, you went to a local town until things became unfamiliar. Despite not knowing where you were, you trusted Yelena enough to go back to sleep. There was no movement in the car anymore. You awoke suddenly, blinking rapidly as you didn't know where you were.

"Good morning, sunshine. I have something to show you," She chirped, pulling the blanket off of you as you smiled at her. As you reached for the travel cup, it was still warm. After taking a sip of the sweet coffee, you closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy its taste. A cup of coffee made by Yelena tasted just like home.

"What is it?"

"I'll show you when we get there." Yelena explained as she got out of the car; she made her way around the car to open your door for you. She was a sweetheart. As you embraced your surroundings, you climbed out of the car. It was clear that you were no longer in the city. A forest trail entrance was just beyond your parking spot.

"Come on then," Yelena said as she started walking along the dirt path through the forest.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

The closer you got to Yelena, the more nervous you became. You held her upper arm while snuggling into her.

"Scared?"

"No."

"Uh huh." She teased as she led you through the trail. Among the tall and silent trees, your eyes searched for anything that looked familiar. Why was this place so important? As the path became almost empty, the trees and shrubs disappeared. Then, when you finally reached a clearing, the sudden image that appeared in front of you left you melting—an area surrounded by purple lavender fields. Seeing the sky in all its in all its glory was possible without the trees. Stars dabbled in the sky, no longer dark. The sky was becoming dominated by blue streaks. Sunlight came over the horizon and yearned to transform it into golden glory.

Yelena left you at the edge of the clearing, her blonde hair flowing amid the purple foliage. Her beauty was breathtaking. As the light on the sunrise hit her golden skin, she smiled charmingly as you followed her. As she began to bite her lip, her eyes peered at you as the sun was slowly rising behind her. She wanted you here for the sunrise. As she interrupted it, you were unable to appreciate its beauty.

"We need to talk."

"Um.. yeah, I'd think that considered you dragged me all the way out here." You stated at Yelena shook her head at you; her face was serious now. After that, you weren't looking at the surroundings anymore; you were looking at her.

"I guess I've been distant lately because I knew the longer I'd spend with you, I'd be more likely to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

As she strains, her jaw unhooks while tensing every muscle in her body, Yelena manages to say, "I can't date you anymore.". You blinked slowly at her, releasing a soft laugh hoping she would join in. She didn't. Hesitantly, you stepped forward.

"What?"

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you shook your head at Yelena. "I can't date you anymore, and I can't be your girlfriend." Yelena said sternly as she made sure you got the message. You throw your hands up above your head.

"What was the point of any of this then, Yelena? Can't anything ever be simple with you, huh?" You growled out as you tried to move away from her, and she quickly stepped over to you, grabbing your wrist. She twirled you around into her grasp as her green eyes examined yours.

"Ever since I've met you, I've surrendered who I am. Nothing makes me stronger than when I'm with you. You've taught me to love the little things, to appreciate everyday as it comes." She let go of your wrist as you stared at her, taking in every word she was saying to you. You didn't know what to say or how to react. Your only option was to stare. As she stepped back from you, she placed her hand on her back pocket as she gazed at you for answers that she desperately needed.

"I don't think I can go another day without you being mine, Malishka. Officially just mine. My girl. Ever since I met you, it has been an absolute privilege to love you. What I'm trying to say is…." Yelena's voice grew soft, emotion beginning to take a tool as she slowly got down on one knee. Tugging out the black leather box as she opened it for you, revealing a pear-shaped moonstone with cubic zirconia accents.

"Will you marry me?" A relatively blank expression accompanied her question. Her heart was pounding internally as she waited for your reply. The words slipped out of your mouth without any thought. Everything made sense now. She couldn't be your girlfriend anymore because she wanted to be your wife.

The answer is "No."

"Wait.. what.. No? You said no. Why no?" As Yelena stared at you, her famous smile had faded, shifting on the spot as she tried to figure out what had happened. Her jaw clenched and unclenched as she stared back at you. You could tell she was trying to stop herself from crying.

"I'm never going to get another chance to say no so I just wanted to know what it felt like" The expression on Yelena's face changed as she gazed pleadingly into your eyes.

"Is it still a no then?" You suddenly burst into laughter as she inquired nervously, her head tilting to her shoulder.

"Of course not, it's a yes!"

"Yes!" Yelena carefully placed the ring on your finger, standing up as she grabbed you in her arms, spinning you around as you broke out in laughter. Raising your hand as you examined the ring, you suddenly shook your head at her.

"You couldn't have told me to dress up, so I could've looked pretty?"

"You always look beautiful to me," Yelena explained as you wrapped your legs around her waist. She held you up; you leaned in to press her lips up against yours. You could feel her smiling against her lips; she was on cloud nine.

"Mrs. Belova," Yelena whispered against your lips as she held you to her, not wanting to let go of you for a second. She’d never let you go.

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byulsgrease · 3 years

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now you gotta do a continuation of that wheein smut please, where she returns the favor but does a bit more teasing/torture compared to wheein

I gotta? ok, if you insist :D

what are you thinking about now?

(wheein x fem reader, ~1.7k words)

cw: smut (minors dni)

a/n: hhhh how did this end up 500 words longer than the first part coughijustwanttocallherbabygirl

[previous]

"Just another thing to think about when you're on my mind again."

Who said "again" meant 4am? You considered yourself a morning person, but not this early. She apparently had other ideas in mind when she roused you from sleep with her soft whining and incessantly pressing herself up against your side.

"What?" you murmured sleepily, head rolling to the side to face her. She had that pleading look all over her face, eyes wide with a jutting lower lip, a bit like a begging puppy.

"I'm thinking about you again," her eyes avert your gaze, almost embarrassed to admit, "...thinking about you returning the favor."

"At"—your head raises just above the pillow to peer at the alarm clock behind her on the nightstand— "4am? Didn't we just?"

"I thought I could wait it out, but..." she swung a leg over yours and your eyes widened a little more once her panties grazed your bare leg - soaked. She laid a kiss behind your ear with a soft "please", in that begging tone that always made you melt. You figured the few hours of sleep in you was energy enough. But it was her fault that she couldn’t wait for this, so you planned to make her wait a little longer.

“You might regret waking me up,” tone growing serious now that you were more awake. She shook her head, eyes still wide and full of need. “Yeah… we’ll see about that.”

You hoisted her on top of you and put your hand on the curve of her spine, sliding under her shirt to draw tiny circles on her skin with your fingers. She tried to urgently kiss you, but you refused to match her pace. Instead you kissed her ever-so-slowly, teeth barely grazing her lower lip. Her hands tangled into your hair with a complaining tug, face scrunched up just in front of your lips when you came up for air.

“Can’t you just kiss me?” she huffed frustratingly, the heat of her breath blowing into your face. She’s fronting, but you know she’s in your favorite state - wrapped around your finger.

“What were we just doing, then?” you countered with a cocky smirk which prompted a watery-eyed pout on her face. “I’m kidding, c’mere.” You bunch the front of her shirt in your fist and pull her down to kiss her, for real this time. The pace starts off slow, then ramps up quickly - cursory passes of her tongue on yours and eager lip bites have gotten you equally riled up, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Nothing but your t-shirts and underwear separating your bodies, her nipples poking through her shirt brush over your chest, so you moved a hand up to flick your thumb over one. Her body tensed at the contact but you're encouraged by the sound she made through the kiss - a throaty moan cut short, presumably because she didn’t want to let on as to how desperate she was for so much more.

But they started flowing much more freely once both of your hands came to her chest, gently pinching and circling her nipples, still over the shirt. Despite her growing need for skin-on-skin, she relished the extra friction from the fabric, responding with gentle tugs on your hair and her nails grazing the sides of your neck, a continuous nearly-inaudible whine from deep in her throat.

Throughout all this, she kept trying to hump your legs. Despite wanting nothing more than to witness her unravel into an absolute mess for you, you stopped her. After all, she could have taken care of this herself.

“What, am I just a pair of legs to you?” you quietly joked in the face of her desperation.

“Of course not,” she breathily sighed as she tried to drag herself across your thighs again.

She reached behind her to press a finger to your underwear, and without skipping a beat you grasped her slender wrist and darkly warned, “I don’t think so. This is about you, not me. I can take care of myself just fine, thank you,” your last words teasingly confident, despite not being entirely opposed to her touch.

You moved to gently suck at the crook of her neck while slowly sliding the hem of her tshirt up her body to get it off. Barely trailing your nails up her sides while doing so, you felt her shiver at the contact. Soft nips from your teeth produced even softer hums against your mouth as she pushed her long hair out of the way for you. The suggestion of sunrise now peering through the edges of the window made it very clear: she’d need concealer tomorrow— or today, rather.

Your attention returned to her nipples again, except with your mouth this time. Her hands slipped under your shirt and found yours in the meantime, thumbs tracing the tiniest circles that made your stomach tighten. The thought of stopping her flashes through your mind but you let her continue, your own throaty moans vibrating against her chest while your tongue flicked over her hardened peaks.

Not wanting to let yourself get too carried away from her touch, your fingers encircled her wrists to pull them out from under your shirt, whispering a reminder that this was all about her.

Slipping her underwear down her legs, you flung them to the side in a soggy mass, her desperation absolutely apparent in the way her core glistened in front of you. She sighed with relief as you finally moved your head between her legs, thinking she’d finally get some much-needed stimulation. The relief turned into a high pitched whine of disappointment again when you only kissed and nipped at her inner thighs, your mouth so close and yet so far from where she needed it most. A singular finger traced around her outer folds where wetness had long begun to leak out, making her watch said finger enter your mouth, taking your sweet time indirectly tasting her. The pout on her face looked understandably resigned - what else could she do?

"Oh, did you want me to do something?" you sneered. With your head propped up on one hand, you took the other and slid one finger into her with absolutely no resistance. Honestly with how wet she was, there was no way one finger did much of anything. She white-knuckled the sheets and lifted her hips anyway, trying fruitlessly to thrust herself on your finger to feel something, anything.

You slipped your finger out, moving yourself above her to trace it along her jawline, leaving a slick trail down to the bottom of her chin, which you tilted up. “What’s the rush, babygirl? If you didn’t want me to take so much time, why’d you wake me up so early?” Her body sunk into the bed a bit and heat rose in her face in response to the nickname, growing bashful. Not a nickname you used often, but her response spoke for itself.

"Returning the favor!" she complained, voice shrill. A series of pleas rushed out of her, growing impatient with your antics. She was probably regretting waking you up by now, but you could indulge her a little, right?

Moving back down between her legs, your tongue rimmed her outer lips, eliciting a jerk of her hips from at last getting some kind of meaningful contact. You swept your tongue just around her clit, purposefully avoiding coming into full contact with it. Her fingers snaked in your hair with an adamantly rough pull every time you did what she wanted you to, her expression screwed up on a mix of bliss and frustration.

The rising volume of her moans as your litmus test proved that she was close, but there was no way she’d get over the edge without both your tongue and fingers. You abruptly stopped, pulling away as you took the collar of your shirt to scrape at the small mess collecting on your chin.

She’s literally on the verge of screaming at you - her body couldn’t bear to take much more of this. Your name and a flurry of “please”-s rushed out of her while she yanked at your shirt. You’re secretly in awe at the sight of her raw desperation. She’d never really gotten this wound up before, pleading with you so openly like this. And you pitied her, truly.

The pleasure-filled sounds resumed when you took two fingers and dipped them into her, curling them up at a painstakingly slow pace while sliding your tongue between her folds. When you finally made full-on contact with her clit, she all but cried out, sheer euphoria piercing through the dull ache of her delayed gratification.

It only took your tongue a number of gentle passes over it in tandem with the gentle thrust and curl of your fingers to get her over the edge. Not her most intense finish by any means, but with how wound up she was, she couldn't resist giving in at the first sign attention so long denied. The smooth skin of tensed thighs pressed flush against the sides of your head, partially muting the stream of expletives spilling out of her mouth as your free hand splayed over her abs to steady her rocking hips. You couldn't help but crack a smile against her trembling body as she took in several deep breaths, searching for recovery from the ordeal you just put her through.

Slipping up the bed to lay beside her, both your gazes came to rest on the obvious spot staining the sheets. Her lips turned inwards, mouth pressed together in a line out of mild embarrassment. You wordlessly gave her a side-eyed look, then chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek as she backed away a bit, heat rising in her face. You'd have to change the sheets in a couple hours when your alarm clock for work went off.

"So, whatcha thinking about now?" you inquired quietly with a cunning smile.

"How I'm never waking you up this early for anything, ever," she deadpanned.

"Good girl."

#still mildly embarrassed!! go figure #this is why smut takes me a million years to write #how do you... make it not repetitive #don't have it in me to write mommy stuff (yet?)#but i'd call wheein babygirl any day mmph #requested #mamamoo x reader #wheein x reader #mamamoo smut #wheein smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #mamamoo wheein #gxg smut #jung wheein #kpop imagines #girl group imagines #mamamoo imagines #wheein imagines

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Damsels, Chapter Eight: They Don’t Want to be Found

By SisterSpooky1013 / Read previous chapters here

Rated E / Tagging @today-in-fic

Mulder calls in to work the next day, too sleep deprived and mentally exhausted to function. After sleeping until nearly noon, he gets back in his car and returns to Philly. He checks into a hotel that’s just a few blocks from the club and then spends the next several hours trying to watch TV, trying to read, and jacking off picturing Scully topless. A short time later, he jacks off again, this time imagining what he’ll see tonight.

He isn’t really sure what he’s doing or why he’s here. The best excuse he can cook up is that she doesn’t have a weapon and he’s protecting her, but realistically he knows she can take care of herself. Is it really just perversion, that he wants to see her…exposed? What will he say if she spots him? He can imagine her level of mortification if she knew he was here, that he’d seen her, and he feels guilt churn in his gut. She might never forgive him for this.

He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t seem to stop himself from going back. He has to see her again.

Scully had lay awake for hours after Angel left, thinking about what had happened, wondering how it happened in the first place. She’s on a case, how stupid could she be? What if it comes to light that she’s become involved with a witness in the case? She might be suspended. At least then maybe they’d never ask her to do something like this again. What if Mulder finds out? Would he feel betrayed somehow? Would it turn him on?

Somewhere around 6 am, she had finally caved in and slid her hand down the front of her panties, groaning when she felt how wet she was. She swirled her finger around her clit, using her own arousal as lubricant, and imagined what might have happened if Angel’s phone hadn’t rung. Would Angel have touched her? With her hands, or her mouth? Maybe both. Would she have touched Angel? She was approaching the brink just thinking about it. She stopped suddenly, remembering something, and grabbed the bullet vibrator from her bedside table, switching it on and pressing it to her clit as she plunged the middle finger of her other hand as far inside herself as she could reach. Within 30 seconds she was unravelling, images of Angel and Mulder dancing in her head as her walls clamped tightly around her finger. Finally, she had slept.

She manages to sleep until nearly three in the afternoon again, then spends the day getting her nails done, reading, and devising a plan for how she might look through the files in that closet. Without knowing what’s in them, she has no way of gaging whether Ricky is likely to notice if she takes a few at a time and returns them later. Worse still, Lexie is working tonight and that gives any risk she takes the potential to blow the whole investigation. She’s positive that given one more red flag, Lexie will sing like a canary. The silver lining is that Angel won’t be at work for the next three days, so they can get some space from what happened between them.

The evening is mostly business as usual, and she’s a bit horrified to realize that this is becoming as dull and predictable as any other job. She lets her mind wander while she flexes and rolls over horny married men, wondering what Mulder is up to, whether he’s worried about her or even misses her. Part of her wonders if he might realize that his life is less complicated without her, and that he prefers it that way. She feels an ache in her chest, a bit further north than she has grown accustomed to, and realizes how much she misses him.

When he enters the club, she’s at the bar. Half her torso is resting on the bar top as she shouts to be heard by the bartender, who’s laughing at whatever she’s saying. The position she’s in pops her barely covered ass out prominently behind her and his eyes go big at how exposed she is, and how comfortable she seems with it. Her bare breasts are smushed against the lacquered countertop and he feels his cock twitch thinking about how hard her nipples will be when she stands up. Unfortunately, it would be too risky to stick around and find out, so he tugs his ball cap lower and finds a table in the back. The dancers never seem to come back here for some reason.

He keeps his head trained towards one of the other dancers at all times, while his eyes follow Scully’s every move. If he knows one thing, it’s that Scully can feel his eyes on her, so he needs to be careful. His disguise is painfully basic and all it would take is one solid look for her to know it’s him. He watches her give a lap dance to a blushing young woman, a soft smile on her face the whole time, and he can’t decide if he’s more turned on or touched by how hard she’s working to make the woman feel comfortable. The aching hard-on in his jeans suggests the former.

This time he’s mentally prepared for her stage set, and also realizes she can barely see beyond the tip rail with all the stage lights on her, so he lets himself enjoy it. He’s known from the moment he met her that Scully is beautiful, sexy, incredible in every way imaginable, but he never could have imagined her moving like this. She’s so graceful and captivating. He lets himself block out all the other jerks who are leering at her, stuffing bills into her underwear, and just watches her. His Scully. She’s ethereal.

“Seems like you’ve found your ATF,” a voice to his left startles him from his reverie.

“Huh?” he turns to see the same waitress who’d served him last night, clad in a fishnet body suit.

“You were here last night, right? You like Desi?”

He panics. “No! I mean, yes. But, don’t send her over here or anything.”

She nods in understanding. “You like to watch. That’s cool, whatever floats your boat, man. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Yeah, can I get a Captain and Coke?” He walked here, why not enjoy himself, right?

Four drinks for him and ten lap dances for her later, he stumbles into the balmy night and back to his hotel room where he jacks off again. Twice.

Everyone is trickling out slowly at the end of what has been a busy shift. Scully takes her time counting her tips, sharing a cut with her bird dog and the bartender on shift tonight. While she would not say that she likes working here by any stretch of the imagination, her coworkers at the club are her only source of socialization and (with the exception of Lexie) she truly enjoys their company. She’s helping one of the custodial staff, a wiry young man they called Don Juan, put up the chairs on the club floor so he can mop when Ricky approaches her.

“Desi, can I see you in my office, please?” He has a somber demeanor that concerns her.

“Um, sure, of course.” She bids the young man farewell and follows Ricky down the hall. He closes the door behind them and she feels her heart start to race.

Ricky sits down behind his desk and motions for her to take a seat across from him. She’s reminded of her first day here and the feelings of fear and anticipation.

“I need to ask you something, Desi, and I want to make sure you don’t mention it to the other girls.”

“Okay,” she responds, taking shallow breaths to obscure the fact that she’s afraid.

“Angel told me what happened.”

Her mouth falls open but no words come out. Is she in trouble for kissing Angel?

“That’s why she was so upset the other night, when you saw her in here. She told me that she’d talked to you about her past a bit,” he shakes his head ruefully. “Some gall those dirtbags have, shaming her for being sexual in any way, then coming to a titty club on the sly.”

She breathes a sigh of relief. “Right, yes, the people who came in. She was very upset. “

“It was really nice of you to spend some time with her after work. Anyway, I gave her a few nights off. She needs a break.”

Scully nods. “You wanted to ask me something?”

“Right! So, Angel is my right hand gal, she helps me with a lot of stuff around here. With her being out, I wanted to ask you to kind of be her backup, if you will.”

For a moment she’s afraid Ricky is asking her to perform some kind of sexual favor, but she recalls that Angel had said he’s gay. “What did you have in mind?” she asks hesitantly.

“Well mostly, I wanted to give you a set of keys for the club. Angel has one, in case something happens to me and I’m not here to open and close the doors, stuff like that.”

A set of keys? Scully feels a flush of adrenaline. “Of course, I can do that.”

“That’d be great, Desi. I know you haven’t been with us all that long, but you seem pretty trustworthy, at least compared to the other girls. Like I mentioned, I’m hoping we can keep this between us, just so there are no hurt feelings from anyone who’s been here longer than you.”

Her heart is pounding with excitement at the opportunity to gain access to those files. “Is there an alarm code or something I should know about?” She recalls a sign on the door for ADT.

Ricky dismisses her concern with a flick of his wrist. “No, nothing like that. I should get one, but I just pilfered those signs from my buddy to scare off vagrants.”

She nods in understanding.

“Ninety-nine percent chance nothing will happen and there’ll be no need, but thanks for being on deck, just in case,” he says as he hands her a playboy bunny shaped keychain with a single key dangling from it.

Scully smiles at him. “I’m more than happy to help.”

After she leaves the club, she first goes home to stash her tips and change into comfortable, dark clothes, and then gets a big cup of coffee and a disposable camera from the 7-11 near her apartment.

By the time she’s lurking in the corner of the club’s parking lot, watching the door, it’s nearly 4am and there’s still a light on inside the foyer. She sips her coffee and waits, shuffling her feet to keep warm. Finally at 4:50, Denny and Ricky emerge, locking the door behind them. After they leave the parking lot, Scully waits another 20 minutes before she creeps around the perimeter of the lot and approaches the door. Glancing around to be sure no one is watching her, she turns the key and steps inside, locking it behind her.

The quiet stillness is eerie in contrast to the throbbing hive of activity it had been earlier in the night and she flicks on her flashlight, making her way to Ricky’s office. She fits the same front door key into the lock and sighs in relief when it turns. Ricky’s security standards aren’t incredibly high, apparently, but in this case it’s to her advantage. She tries the key on the hallway closets just in case, to no avail, and returns to the office. Navigating to his desk, she pulls open drawers quickly, scanning their contents. Nothing is of interest, and she’s disappointed though not surprised that his keys to other areas of the club aren’t in here. That makes things more challenging, but not impossible. She’s spent her days off at the library researching how to pick locks, including buying a lock picking kit and some padlocks at the local hardware store to practice with, and she feels relatively confident she can get this door open without a key. She might just have to be the one to pick the lock next time she and Mulder have the need. She smiles to herself knowing how impressed he’d be.

Back in the hallway, she pulls the small lock picking kit out of her back pocket and kneels in front of the door, the pen light perched between her teeth. She studies the lock and then inserts a torque wrench at the bottom, turning it slightly to put resistance in the direction it will spin when unlocked. From the kit, she selects a straight, flat pick and runs it from back to front at the top of the keyhole a couple times. Next she exchanges it for a pick with a curved end, pushing it as far back and high as she can reach as she holds her ear close to the lock in the stony silence of the hallway. Bumping against the pins inside the lock, she listens and feels for a small click or give that indicates the pin has settled in its unlocked position. She continues this until she counts five pins clicking into place, then removes the pick and turns the torque wrench.

The lock releases with a soft click and she laughs out loud as the door swings open, beyond pleased with herself. Stepping into the closet, there’s enough room for her to close the door behind her and she does so, pulling a cord to turn on the overhead light. Taking stock of the beige bank of file cabinets, she works top to bottom, left to right, and immediately feels her heart sink when the first four drawers she tries are empty. Would this be yet another dead end? When the fifth drawer snicks open, she sees a small set of files hanging towards the back. She quickly checks all the other drawers so she’ll have a good idea of how much material she has to review, but they’re all empty.

She pulls the files out and sits down with them on the floor, setting the disposable camera near her thigh. There are eight folders nestled inside the hanging file, each one with a set of initials on the tab. The first one is marked “G.A.” and inside she finds an intake form, a personal statement that’s filled out by hand, and a release of liability form. The intake form is sparse and includes nearly no identifying information. The name is listed as simply GA and the fields below it include “entry date,” “exit date,” “reason for sheltering,” and “responsible individual.” On the form for GA, the entry and exit date are both a year and a half prior, about six months apart. Reason for sheltering is listed as “threat of violence-domestic,” and the responsible individual reads “brother.” She turns to the second page, which contains GA’s personal statement.

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 3 years

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Playing With Fire - Mrs. Andrews

A/N: So this is my first crack at Chicago fire fanfiction, so don't judge too hard, alright? This will unfold from the beginning of season three, so if you haven't watched it yet, but plan to; SPOILER ALERT! I tried to follow along with the storyline of the show, but some things have been changed. Shout out to my superawesome beta @thorne93, you rock!

A/N 2: Just one more part after this, guys. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this, been patient with my very flimsy posting schedule, and to those who has showed me love throughout this series. You are all AMAZING!

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Beth (OFC)

Warnings: None I think

Wordcount: 2225

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A million thanks to @campingmonkey for making this GIF for me on request. You’re the best!

Kelly didn't really understand what was happening when his alarm went off at 4am. He was ready to roll around and continue his sleep when he remembered why he had set his alarm in the first place. He basically rolled himself off the couch with a groan and padded his way to Beth's room.

Nightmares plagued Beth's sleep. Over and over again she saw that car coming towards her in slow motion. A loud crash, followed by Alex running away, and then she was all alone. No help ever came. When Kelly gently nudged her arm, she jerked awake.

“Sorry,” he whispered as Beth sat up in her bed.

“No, it's okay,” she said, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands.

Kelly sat on the edge of her bed, concern etched into his handsome face as he placed a hand on her knee. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I'm fine. Just a bad dream.”

“Want to talk about it?” he asked.

"I don't remember what it was,” she lied.

“Alright.” He gave her knee a firm squeeze. “Try and get some more rest. I'm right in there if you need me,” he reminded as he got to his feet again. He was just about to go back to the living room when a small, gentle hand closed around his wrist. He looked down to where their hands connected before he let his eyes meet hers.

It took a second for her to find her voice. “Can you stay here with me?”

She sounded so vulnerable, so broken, that Kelly was powerless to deny her anything. He nodded his head without saying a word and Beth moved over to make room for him before he climbed in. Neither of them spoke as Beth reached down and laced their fingers together, resting her head on his shoulder. Kelly kissed her hair and whispered a goodnight, and before long, Beth had drifted off to sleep again. Kelly on the other hand, didn't want to sleep right away, he wanted to stay awake a little and just enjoy the moment. It was nice to have her so close again, to feel her hand in his as he listened to her heavy, sleep filled breaths. Yes, he definitely needed to savor this moment for as long as he possibly could.

Beth woke up alone the next morning. Kelly had woken up at eight that morning, but he didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he had let her sleep. It was nearly an hour later when Beth came padding into the kitchen, her hair sticking out to all odds and end, her eyes still filled with sleep.

“Morning,” Kelly greeted, flashing her that charming smile of his. One thing he had learned about her was that she wasn't human until she had her morning coffee, so as soon as he saw her, he started getting a cup ready for her.

“Morning,” she greeted back, sending him a smile as he handed her the mug. She took a deep breath before she spoke. “Thank you for staying with me,” she said softly.

“Don't mention it,” he said kindly as they both took a seat at her table. “You remember what you were dreaming?”

“Just the accident,” she said, not looking up at him. “Apparently my brain thought it would be fun to play it on a loop in slow motion.”

“Are you okay?” he asked again, worrying his brows.

“I promise.”

“Can I ask you something?” he asked tentatively and Beth answered with a nod. “You said you’re claustrophobic,” he started.

“Mhm..”

“Does that have anything to do with why you left NYFD?”

Beth sighed and put her cup on the table. “It was a building collapse,” she started. “My partner and I got trapped with a patient we were trying to save. The patient died on impact, and my partner was badly injured. We were stuck there for nearly eleven hours,” she said with pain in her voice.

“I'm sorry, Beth,” he said, reaching out to give her hand a comforting squeeze. “How’s your partner?”

“He didn't make it.” A tear fell from her eye and she wiped it away. “My leg was pinned under some rubble and I couldn't get to him. So I just had to sit there and watch him die,” she sniffled at the memory.

Kelly got up from his seat and rounded the table, crouching down in front of her. It wasn't hard to understand why she had reacted the way she did when she got pinned in that car. He didn't know what to say to her, so he just reached up and cupped her cheek.

She melted into his touch, taking the comfort it provided. “I tried to go back after my leg had healed up, but I couldn't do the job anymore. Claustrophobia and panic attacks don't really go hand in hand with being a paramedic.”

“But it's getting better?” he wondered.

“Yeah, I'm getting there. I guess being stuck in that car- just a little too familiar I guess.”

Kelly didn't quite know what else to say, so he opted to give her a hug instead, trying to provide her with a little comfort. He knew as well as anyone what this job could be like, and he had seen how it could change people. The fact that Beth had left it behind after her injuries didn't make him think any less of her, to the contrary. It took strength to walk away from something you loved, to admit that it might have changed for you.

Beth sniffled into his shoulder, appreciating the gesture. She was about to say something more to him, but before she could, a knock on the door interrupted her, and pulled them apart.

“It's probably just Gabby checking in,” she said as she got to her feet. “You mind? I'm gonna go put some pants on.”

Kelly just nodded and went to open the door. He was expecting Gabby, or anyone else from 51, but he didn't recognise the woman on the other side of the door.

“Who are you?” she asked in a demanding tone.

Beth froze as she heard the familiar voice, instantly turning on her heel to go save Kelly.

“Mom! What are you doing here?”

She didn't answer, just looked Beth up and down with a disapproving look on her face while Kelly seemed as though he was a deer stuck in headlights.

“You know why I'm here,” mom countered, “You gonna let me in?”

‘No’ Beth thought to herself, but Kelly stepped aside to let the woman in. She pushed past them both, leaving her luggage in the hallway. Beth grabbed the suitcase and wheeled it inside before following her mom.

“It's smaller than I imagined,” she criticised as she looked around the apartment. When her eyes landed on her daughter, her hard features softened and she reached out to give Beth a hug. “I was so worried about you.”

Kelly came up to introduce himself. “It's nice to meet you Mrs. Andrews,” he said politely.

“So you’re Beth's friend?” she quizzed, actually making quotation marks around the word friend.

“Oh my god,” Beth exclaimed, hiding her face in her hands. “He's just a friend,” she pressed, pointing to the couch that was still made up.

“You always walk around half naked when you have friends over?”

“I just got out of bed, mom. And I've definitely not had enough coffee for this,” she added that last part under her breath.

“Have you eaten yet, or should I make something for you real quick?” She was already heading for the fridge.

And just like that Beth felt like she was fourteen years old again. “I don't have time for food mom, I have an appointment at the hospital.”

“Oh good. I wanted to talk to your doctor,” she chirped.

“No, mom. You don't have to come. Kelly is gonna give me a lift.”

“Nonsense. I'm here now. There's no need to put him out anymore,” Mrs. Andrews said sweetly, sending Kelly a tightlipped smile.

“No one is putting me out,” Kelly said politely. “I don't mind taking you both if that's alright?” he offered.

“Excuse us for a moment,” Beth said, taking Kelly by the arm and dragging him away. “I am so sorry about this,” she said with wide eyes. “I really didn't think she would just show up like this.”

“It's okay,” Kelly said with a chuckle.

“You should just go. Save yourself,” she suggested.

“I'm a big boy, Beth. I can take it,” he noted. “Besides, how bad can she be?”

“You’re gonna regret those words, Lieutenant.”

***

At least there weren't any awkward silences with Beth's mom around. There was a constant flow of words coming out of her mouth. Everything from complaining about the cold Chicago winter, to gossiping about neighbours back in New York, to bragging about Beth's brothers and their recent accomplishments. By the time Kelly pulled his car up to Beth's apartment, his ears were practically bleeding, and he was definitely excited about dropping them off. Beth on the other hand, was so embarrassed that she didn't have words.

She gave her mom the keys to her apartment and told her she'd be right in.

“Bet you regret not bailing when you had the chance,” Beth noted as soon as mom had disappeared through the front door.

“Just a tad,” he chuckled.

“I'm really sorry about all this. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

He just shrugged it off. “So, what are your plans now that you have a clean bill of health?” he wondered, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“I don't know. Guess I have to ask my mom,” she joked, making Kelly laugh. Just then, Mrs Andrews stuck her head out the door and yelled something about them catching the flu if they stayed out there in the cold. Beth rolled her eyes and said she'd be right in. “You and Gabby be careful today, alright?” Kelly just bobbed his head. “I hope you find some answers.”

“Me too.” He closed the gap between them and placed a chaste kiss to her forehead before he started making his way around the car again.

“I'm here if you want to talk,” she called out just as he was about to get in.

“I'll keep that in mind,” he said with a smile. And with that he got back in his car and drove away.

Beth watched him until he turned the corner and then she took a deep breath to gather some strength before she headed back inside.

***

The next day was unbelievably cold, to the point that Chicago had issued a state of weather emergency and urged everyone to stay inside. Kelly tried to get out of his car, but didn't get very far before he sat back in and closed the door. He looked around for anything he could use to shield him from the cold during the short walk from his car and to the firehouse. A sweatshirt lay in the back seat, so he threw it on like a scarf and ran inside.

“Wow!” he exclaimed as he came through the door and almost ran into Tony.

“Pretty brutal out there today,” Tony noted.

“Yeah. I just saw a penguin. Crying,” Kelly joked.

Because of the weather emergency, everyone at the station knew that it was going to be a busy day. To top it all off, radio communication was down and the ambulance had starting issues. Kelly was in a good mood though. They had finally learned the truth about Shay’s death, and he really felt like that brought a little closure. His already good mood improved as Beth came through the door, carrying two full grocery bags.

Dawson greeted her first, taking one of the bags off of her hands. “What are you doing here? Didn't you catch the part about staying home?”

“I heard something about that on the radio on my way here. About the same time as I passed a crying penguin,” she joked.

Gabby looked from Beth to Kelly, chuckling as she shook her head. “Peas in a pod,” she muttered under her breath.

Beth turned to Kelly with a confused look on her face. “I made that same joke not ten minutes ago,” he explained, taking the other bag from her hands. “What are you doing here?”

“To make soup… and get away from my mom. Figured you'd all be pretty busy today, and cold, so.”

“I'm sure everyone will appreciate it,” he noted as they made their way to the kitchen. “How long is she staying?”

“I have no clue,” Beth said with a deep sigh. “She doesn't have a return flight and she keeps changing the subject everytime I ask. I hope soon though. She's taken over my entire apartment… even rearranged my cupboards - twice.”

“Wow.”

“Right!? I literally snuck out while she was in the shower.”

“And how many times has she called since then?”

“Just four. I call that improvement.”

Gabby came rushing through the doors, panic written all over her face, a small baby in her arms. “Someone just left her under the Safe Haven sign,” she breathed out.

“What?” Beth exclaimed as she hurried over. “People actually do that?”

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mymoonagedaydream · 3 years

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Lullaby

Summary: You’d learned to live with your nightmares, never expecting to find any kind of remedy

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of parent death

Author's Note: Back on it, ploughing through some lovely requests :)

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You couldn’t believe it when you got the call.

Tony Stark had chosen you to be his new secretary, effective immediately.

Your flight to New York left the same day, but that wasn’t no issue at all, because you had very few belongings to pack and ever fewer goodbyes to say. No heartache or sentimentality, it was finally time to get away from your past and everything that reminded you of it.

Even though America was huge and bright and terrifying, it felt like your promised land, and you were eager to absorb every last drop of its mystifying beauty. You could barely stop yourself excitedly fidgeting in your plane seat.

Unfortunately, you’d greatly overestimated your capacity for adapting to sudden change. Your first day of work was really overwhelming.

You spent the entire morning just trying to familiarise yourself with the insanely complicated computer system, and a great deal of the afternoon doing the same, only getting a “break” during the hour or so you spent sitting in Tony’s meeting with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.

They were all huge, incredibly intelligent and intimidatingly attractive- you’d really been thrown right in at the deep end.

Steve and Sam didn’t take much notice of you, giving polite smiles when they arrived but nothing more than that. You figured that, with this workload, Stark probably cycled through a new secretary every couple of months, so they’d have no real reason to learn your name or engage you in conversation.

Bucky, on the other hand, seemed a little intrigued. You felt his gaze land on you a few times, but whenever you mustered the courage to look back, his eyes immediately flicked away.

It was unbelievably difficult to focus on note-taking whilst being repeatedly studied by this statuesque, mountain of a man.

It was also unbelievably difficult to shake him from your mind even after the meeting had ended. When you finally finished for the day, you were completely exhausted and ready to just collapse.

Thankfully, your bed was only an elevator ride away.

Stark had given you a bedroom in the compound while you were looking for an apartment in the city. You told him you were struggling to find a place you liked but, truthfully, there was no way you could afford a deposit until you got your first pay check through.

You whiled away the evening hours watching some crappy shows and reading, eventually bumbling through your night-time routine and slipping into bed, hoping so much that tomorrow would be just a little easier.

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A long, dark hallway stretched out before you. No doors, no windows, no turns, no end.

The soft padding of your bare feet against the ground echoed off the walls as your legs involuntarily marched into the darkness before you.

You focused more intently on the sound. It began to split, a distinct new set of footsteps detaching themselves and moving out of time with yours.

A cold wave of dread trickled down your spine. There was something behind you.

You couldn’t stop, couldn’t run, couldn’t turn. All you could do was carry on walking, forced to helplessly listen to the increasingly fast approach of your pursuer.

Hot, heavy breath brushed against the back of your neck. A set of long, dark claws crept their way into the corner of your vision, twitching manically, before clamping down on your shoulder.

‘Y/n!’

You bolted upright, eyes shooting open as you tried to gulp in deep breaths, heart thumping inside your chest like a jackhammer. Still struggling to separate the residual fragments of your nightmare from reality, you instinctively jerked away the hand firmly gripping your shoulder.

Bucky took the hint and stepped back from your bedside. ‘Are you alright?’

‘Jesus.’ You roughly wiped some of the cold moisture from your forehead. ‘Why the fuck are you in my room?’

‘I’m really sorry, I know this is weird but I heard you freaking out in here and I just wanted to make sure you were alright.’

Your gaze flicked towards him, the intense concern in his face confusing you a little.

He didn’t know you at all, why did he care?

You took a few deep breaths and collected your thoughts. Maybe cursing him out like that was a little harsh, he was just trying to help. Besides, if there was any face you wanted to shake you out of a nightmare, it was definitely that one.

‘I’m okay, thank you.’ You swung your legs over the side of the bed, perching yourself right on the edge as you shot him a faint smile. ‘I appreciate you checking up on me.’

‘Anytime.’

He lingered for a few seconds, rubbing his thighs nervously, before giving you a quick nod and heading back towards the corridor. Just as he reached your doorway, he paused, quickly spinning back around.

‘I’ll be in the living room for a while. Y’know, if you struggle to get back to sleep.’

You felt your smile grow into a wide, bashful grin as you watched him disappear down the hall. Your usual post-nightmare routine consisted of splashing cold water on your face and crying for an hour, so hanging out with Bucky was immeasurably preferable.

You debated how long you should wait before joining him, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get to know him better but also worried about coming across overly keen.

Ten minutes seemed reasonable.

Slipping on a sweater, you tiptoed past the other bedrooms on the corridor, hoping to god you wouldn’t wake any of the others and accidentally make a bunch of powerful enemies before you’d even spent your first night here.

Bucky was slouched on the sofa, watching TV with the volume so low that, at first, you thought it was muted. An open but untouched bottle of beer was standing on the table in front of him.

‘D’you have super hearing or something?’

His head snapped towards you, the corners of his mouth curling into a pleasantly surprised smile.

‘Something like that, yeah.’ He patted the seat next to him as he clicked the screen off. ‘There’s never anything worth watching on at this time anyway.’

‘You make it sound like you’re always awake at 4am.’

‘Mhmm. It’s nice to finally have some company.’

Chuckling weakly, you planted yourself next to him, as close as you could without invading his personal space. As soon as you were settled in, you felt him shift towards you.

‘You get nightmares often?’

‘Most nights since I was a kid.’ His mouth fell open slightly. ‘It sucks, but I’ve learned to live with it. They’re not nearly as bad as they used to be.’

‘Really? You were thrashing around like a fish out of water.’

Your face heated up a little when you noticed his playful smirk. ‘Trust me, that’s nothing. When I was eight I dislocated my aunt’s shoulder. Didn’t even wake up when she screamed.’

‘Jesus. You could’a warned me that I was risking my life earlier.’

‘Yeah, sorry. It’s just that, usually, people wait a few days after first meeting me before they come into my room while I’m asleep.’

He cocked a mischievous eyebrow at your teasing. ‘I’ll knock next time.’

‘Good plan.’

You pressed your hand to your mouth to stifle a deep yawn, feeling incredibly drowsy all of a sudden, like you could drift off right there on the couch. The adrenaline from your nightmare must’ve finally worn off, it just never usually happened so quickly.

‘You good?’ Bucky obviously noticed your abrupt decline. ‘You can rest on my shoulder, if you want. Not as comfy as a bed but I can give you a hard shake if you start freaking out again.’

‘Thanks, I’ll try my best not to.’

You didn’t want to intrude too far, so you just leaned over and perched your head on the very edge of his shoulder. Without missing a beat, he shifted himself towards you, causing your head to slide neatly into the crook of his neck.

‘Did they start for a reason?’ You didn’t answer right away, needing a second to figure out how best to word it. ‘It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it.’

‘No, I don’t mind. They pretty much started right after my parents died. They probably would’ve just stopped on their own after a while if I hadn’t had to move in with my aunt and uncle, pair of fucking assholes.’

He let a low chuckle escape his lips, sliding an arm around your shoulder and squeezing them lightly. ‘Well in that case I hope you did much more than dislocate her arm.’

‘I wish.’

You yawned again, unconsciously nestling your head further into Bucky’s neck and your body into his side, the soft motion of his hand stroking over your shoulder just making you all the more drowsy.

‘It’s alright, you can go to sleep.’ His soft, low voice was like a lullaby. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

As your eyes fluttered closed, you felt your breathing fall in time with his, and you slowly drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in years.

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It was a little embarrassing when Steve came across the two of you in the morning, fast asleep on the couch, tangled together like electrical wires. Bucky explained the situation, but Steve didn’t look too convinced by his tale of nightmares and innocent chat.

Even Tony gave you a knowing look as he walked past your desk.

This wasn’t exactly the reputation you’d hoped to build in your first week, but nothing that could’ve shaken your good mood that day. Every time you thought about the night before you couldn’t help grinning to yourself like an idiot.

You even felt more optimistic about your future in the job, everything just seemed so much more straightforward and intuitive.

It was incredible what a difference some good, deep sleep made.

As you were getting ready for bed that night, your heart jumped at the sound of a soft knock against your bedroom door. You inched it open to see Bucky, looking a little nervous, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.

‘Hey, I uh- I was just wondering-’ He paused for a second, narrowing his eyes at you slightly before chuckling and taking a step back. ‘Never mind, it was stupid.’

‘Go on. I promise I won’t laugh.’

You waited as he took a deep breath and steeled himself. ‘Well, I don’t know about you, but I slept better on that couch than I have in years. So I thought-’

‘Do you want to come in?’

You were a little surprised at how easily that’d fallen out of your mouth, and he looked pretty shocked too. ‘You sure?’

‘As long as you’re still willing to give me a cold, hard slap when necessary.’

He chuckled, nodding firmly. ‘I can definitely do that.’

You stepped aside and let him pass, quickly ducking your head into the corridor to check for witnesses before softly pushing your door closed.

After that night, you and Bucky fell into a routine of sneaking between bedrooms after everyone else had gone to sleep.

It was inexplicable, but the two of you just seemed to sleep so much better in each other's company. At first, Bucky had to wake you up and calm you down a couple times a night, but it really wasn’t long before you started sleeping through the night.

Between having him in your life, having your dream job and having the brand new feeling of being consistently well-rested, everything in your life finally felt like it was falling into place.

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deancaskiss · 4 years

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Destiel + Dean Almost Falling Asleep While Driving. Requested by @horsez2 for my 1.1k Followers Celebration.

Biting the inside of his cheek until the sharp tang of blood flooded across his palate, Dean fought to keep the yawn at bay as it tickled the back of his throat; his eyes watering from exhaustion and his limbs heavy as he gripped the steering wheel. Cas’ quiet snores filled the air of the Impala, lulling Dean and drawing him down, down, down, until his eyelids felt like they were stuck together with glue.

Molasses slow, Dean dragged his eyes from the road to glance in the rearview mirror; looking at Cas. The angel was passed out across the backseat; his trenchcoat balled up under his head as a pillow, knees tucked up and arms crossed over his chest. He looked peaceful as he slept; eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks and little breaths ghosting across the leather of the car seat.

The urge to crawl into the back with the angel and tuck himself under Cas’ arms was so overwhelming Dean had to bite his tongue to stop from pulling over. They couldn’t stop. The world was ending. Again. And they needed to reunite with Sam as soon as possible and prepare for what Chuck was about to throw at them. So if that meant driving at 4am while Cas‘ even breathing echoed in Dean’s head, then that’s what Dean would do.

That’s what he kept repeating himself, at least. Can’t stop. Got to get to Sam. Can’t stop. World is ending. Can’t stop. So tired. Stay awake. Stay awake. St-st-stay-

Was that a cow in the middle of the road? Dean blinked hard, yanking his foot off the accelerator and preparing to slam on the brakes... but there was nothing there. No cow. Just an empty road. A trick of the mind. Exhausted delirium rearing its ugly head.

“Dean?” Cas’ thick heavy voice filled the car, and this time Dean did jerk the wheel, slamming on the brakes until the Impala lurched to a stop in the hard shoulder.

“For God’s sake, Cas. Don’t startle a man driving in the middle of the night. I thought you were asleep,” Dean said, turning to face the backseat.

Cas rubbed at his eyes in a move that was so human in made Dean’s heart ache, before he scooted forward towards Dean, sliding a hand down the hunter’s jaw. Dean couldn’t stop himself from tilting his head into Cas’ touch; his eyes fluttering shut as Cas’ familiar scent wrapped around him, like the warm embrace of a blanket.

No- wait. There was actual warmth enveloping him. The earthy scent of Cas was now flooding his senses, creating a warm and happy buzz in Dean’s head. It was dizzying and Dean wasn’t sure if the soaking warmth was real or a lucid dream.

With every ounce of energy he had left, he forced his eyes to blink open, only to see Cas tucking the trenchcoat around his shoulders. Cas smiled softly, pressing a tender and lingering kiss to Dean’s forehead before pulling away and sliding out of the back door.

The driver’s side door was suddenly opening with a tell-tale creak, a large gust of cold air rushing and prodding at Dean, causing him to shiver. He tugged the trenchcoat tighter around his arms, battling the cold away with Cas’ lingering warmth.

And then Cas pressed against him, sliding into the seat and closing the door; nudging Dean over with his thigh. “I’ve got this. Lie down,” Cas said, voice low in the space between them.

Dean shook his head, or he tried to at least, but his objection came out as a garbled grumble as the words were swallowed by the thick haze of his foggy brain. “Can’t. Got- need…”

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’m rested enough to drive for a bit. I’ll wake you in a couple hours,” Cas said, pushing Dean’s shoulders down until the hunter was lying across the front seat, knees tucked up and trenchcoat draped over him like a blanket.

Dean immediately settled down, resting his forehead against Cas’ thigh; pressing his nose into the soft material of Cas’ dress pants as his eyelids made their final blink before remaining closed.

He’d lost count of the amount of times he’d slept in the Impala in his lifetime. Years and years spent sleeping in the back seat or sprawled out across the front. But this right here- with Cas’ fingers idly brushing through his hair as the engine roared to life and the road began to glide underneath the tires- this was the most comfortable and content Dean had ever felt falling asleep in the car.

And if the word sweetheart lingered in his mind as he drifted off to sleep, then that was the reason Dean slept with a smile on his face.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Official Accounts Part 24- Nightmares

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

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Warnings for description of (but no actual) major character injury and death. It occurs in a nightmare at the start of the part. If you’d like to skip it there will be a (***) to indicate the end of the dream sequence

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You were back in that industrial complex, ribs creaking with each inhale, burnt skin pulling taut and painful, as you frantically try and get the cuffs to break. You’re at that fateful moment, the link between the cuffs catches, you start to bend them upwards, Dabi reaches for Hawks to end his career permanently but this time the cuffs slip again. The tension falls away and your wrists remain shackled as Dabi grasps hold of what remains of Hawks’ wings and sends them up in smoke. You watch helplessly, screaming for Dabi to stop as you watch Hawks screaming in agony. Except suddenly it’s not Hawks. It’s your mother, beaten and bloody on the floor as Dabi stands triumphantly above her. You rush forward to try and help but after just a few steps find yourself running smack into a clear wall. The cuffs finally release you but still you can do nothing. No matter how much you activate your quirk the wall in front of you doesn’t budge as Dabi sends the entire other side into bright blue flames and you hear the combined wails of pain of Keigo and your mother. Your fists pound against the surface keeping you from them and you’d swear there’s no worse sound in the world. But then the fire stops roaring and Dabi turns to look at you grinning, two piles of ash at his feet, and you realize the silence afterwards is infinitely worse.

(***)

You jerk up in bed with a gasp, clutching at your chest to try and steady your rapidly beating heart. “It was just a dream,” you tell yourself over and over until finally your body starts to believe it. You look over at your clock to find it’s 4am and flop back onto your bed with a groan. As much as you would love to sleep more, the adrenaline still coursing through you after your nightmare makes it very clear that isn’t going to happen. You reach over to grab your phone as you climb out of bed with every intention of calling Denki or Katsuki on the off chance one of them is awake as you go to make yourself some tea to soothe your nerves; however, before you can hit the call button and as you exit your bedroom you stop in your tracks as you make eye contact with Hawks.

“Oh shit, sorry I forgot you were here for a second. I didn’t wake you up did I?” you ask cautiously. It wouldn’t be the first sleepover ruined by you screaming in your sleep but Hawks shakes his head. “I was up already and you weren’t being loud or anything. Couldn’t sleep and typically I’d be getting ready for work now so,” he shrugs. He seems to come to a realization and it makes you a little sad to watch as he plasters on a grin, his hand sheepishly going to the back of his neck as he chuckles “Guess I’ll have to try and break a habit or two until I get better.” “You don’t have to do that,” you say shaking your head. “Do what?” “You can be Keigo here. No bullshit. So let’s try this again,” you say, making a show of turning around to go back to your room. He watches you confused as you walk back out again, pretending as if you hadn’t just seen him. “Oh, hey Keigo. Sorry, just had a nightmare and was gonna make myself some tea to calm down. I didn’t scream in my sleep and in doing so wake you up, did I?” you ask. Keigo blinks at you surprised for a moment before shaking his head with a small, somewhat incredulous smile. Something about your candor made him want to return the favor. “Don’t worry you didn’t scream this time. My own nightmares woke me up.” “Wanna talk about it?” “Not at all.” “Want some tea?” “I’d love some.”

You put your old kettle onto the stove and set the burner going before moving to rifle through your cabinets for a couple mugs and then your boxes of tea. “Any preferences?” you ask pointing at your frankly impressive collection. “That’s a lot of tea.” “I’m something of a connoisseur.” “Then I’ll have whatever you recommend.” You give him a nod as you grab two bags of your favorite and drop one in each mug. The kitchen stays quiet as you wait patiently for the water to boil. It’s a little odd, seeing Hawks in just an old tshirt and sweats, his hair still looking sleep mussed and everything. When the water is finally ready you carefully fill both mugs, passing one to him before hopping onto the counter and taking your own mug in both hands. He leans with his back against the counter beside you and still neither of you say anything as you wait for your tea to cool.

“Keigo is quiet,” you observe. “Keigo is quiet,” the man in question confirms. A pause. “Does it bother you?” he asks, and you can hear just a hint of fear there. Fear of judgment or rejection, you’re not quite sure which. Maybe it’s a bit of both. Regardless, you’re quick to reassure him. “Not at all. You mind if I put on some music? It’s kinda part of my post nightmare ritual.” “Go for it.” You pull up the music app on your phone, quickly connect it to a Bluetooth speaker in your kitchen, and thumb over to your usual post-nightmare playlist, selecting a song at random. As the music softly fills the room the two of you continue to drink your tea without anything but the soft notes of an acoustic guitar and a crooning singer to interrupt the silence. The two of you stay like that, not exchanging a single word and yet comfortable all the same, until the sun begins to crawl its way back over the horizon and red and orange light suffuses through the kitchen.

Author’s note: The song I pictured (y/n) choosing when I wrote this was Waterman by USERx, which is a collaboration between one of my favorite artists Matt Maeson and another artist named Rozwell. I haven’t listened to any of Rozwell’s solo work but Maeson has a knack for really emotional ballads, both the kind of slow, croony kind and the more powerful ones. (Y/n) typically calls either Denki or Bakugo after nightmares because Denki has been there for her since she first started getting them after her mom died and Bakugo knows what it’s like because he sometimes gets them too I know not everyone agrees with this headcanon but I like it so have it anyways oops

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cherryeol04 · 4 years

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Late Night (M)

Pairings: Jisung x Reader Genre: Smut, humor, romance? Word Count: 3k Author’s Note: I feel like the ending was rushed a bit and not my best. But I wrote this instead of sleeping, so I hope you enjoy another Jisung from yours truly! 💖💖

The dream you had left you hot and bothered in a way that you hadn’t felt for quite some time. That was the sad reality you faced when dating an idol. Going weeks, if not months, without being near each other and the only thing to placate you were sleep deprived nightly messages that half the time didn’t make any sense and rushed good morning texts that usually didn’t make it to you until well in the afternoon. It was a struggle and in times like this, it really showed. It was still relatively early in the morning, you were sure and a quick glance at the clock told you it was only 4am.

Very fucking early in the morning. Way too early to even be horny, but you couldn't deny the fact that you were with the way your pussy throbbed between your legs and a carnal urge was trying to take over your body. The dream had been so explicit and had seemed so real that when you woke up, a wave of sadness washed over you. Just moments ago you had your boyfriend's cock in your hand, his breathy moans filling the room as you worked your tongue over the smooth, mushroom head. The taste that filled your mouth as precum leaked freely into it was so familiar and warm that there was no way you could have been dreaming. But you were and you absolutely hated both your brain and body.

With a groan, you rolled onto your side, hand reaching out to grab at your cellphone - wincing when the light of the screen hurt your pupils. It took a moment to adjust to the light, but eventually you did as you unlocked the phone and went straight to your messages. There were about 45 unread, most coming from the group chat you had with the boys. Normally it was filled with random dad jokes from Changbin, or cute cat videos and ASMR videos from Minho and Jeongin. You skipped it for now. Your mind was set on messaging your boyfriend, though you were almost 100% sure that he wouldn't be able to do anything. You knew Stray Kids was busy preparing for a comeback which meant long hours of practice in every department, meetings upon meetings and countless photoshoots and video shoots for trailers and music videos.

It was very hectic and you had to commend them for their dedication to the job. Their passion for music and being an idol clearly showed in times like these. But as a consequence it left you boyfriendless for months, with only your hand and your toys to take care of you. And while your favorite clit stimulator always got the job done, there was only so much you could take before you really started to crave the real thing. And it seemed like you were finally at your breaking point.

Baby

Are you awake?

Baby

No. Who in their right mind would be awake at this hour?

Baby

Jisung....

Baby

Y/n....

Baby

Come over~

Baby

It's 4am! I got practice at 6!

Baby

Then why are you still awake???

Baby

.....

So when and why did you want me to be there?

Baby

Now, and because I miss you

Baby

I miss you too but that's not a very good reason for me to get a ride across town at 4am.

Baby

I'm horny and dreamt of you

Baby

Oh? Do tell~

Baby

Not until you come over

Baby

😩 I'll see what I can do

Baby

Don't forget your key~

You had to admit, it was rather easy to convince Jisung to come over. Though there wasn't really a guarantee that would come over. It wasn't like he actually drove and could just hop in a car and make his way to your place. He would either have to wake a manager and ask for a ride, or somehow find some sort of public transportation. And walking was certainly out of the picture because it would be way after 6 am before he could even make halfway to your house. A part of you felt sorry for even suggesting he come over, but another part of you hoped he was able to find a ride and get over as quickly as possible.

The dream was still fresh in your mind, plaguing your thoughts as you tried to focus on anything but the idea of Jisung coming over. But it was there, standing proud and erect in the forefront of your brain and you were becoming increasingly aware of just how much you desperately missed his cock. Well, you missed Jisung too, but you were particularly fond of the appendage that hung between his legs. But honestly, who could blame you? He wasn't small, but he wasn't overly big either. If you had to put a word to it, he was about average size, but his cock was absolutely perfect. The skin was tan, much like the rest of Jisung's body which you absolutely adored, the head usually a pale pink unless he was really hot and bothered. Then it became ruddy and looked so divine and juicy enough to eat.

You groaned as your mind wandered further, lost in the memories of the weight of Jisung's cock in your mouth, as it always filled it out nicely. You could feel yourself drooling at the thought, frowning slightly. Get a hold of yourself. There was no point in fantasizing about it yet. A quick touch to your phone screen showed no new messages from Jisung and after double checking your chat with him, there wasn't anything indicating he wasn't coming. There was still hope.

With hopes of distracting your dreadfully dirty mind, you grabbed the TV remote and after fiddling with it for a bit, you turned YouTube back on and just randomly hit one of the videos in your recommended list. It was some movie review channel that was reviewing one of your favorite film series Hellraiser. It was good enough and within mere seconds of the video playing, you were drawn in and actually managed to forget about both Jisung and the dream. For the better part of twenty minutes, you were so engrossed in the video, snickering at the little quipes the reviewer gave here and there while discussing the movie that you didn't hear the door of your apartment being unlocked, or the soft footsteps growing closer to your bedroom door.

So blind were you to the outside world, that it wasn't until you felt cold fingers grazing over your shoulder that you became aware of the presence in your room. Startled, you jerked up, eyes landing on Jisung as he stood there with an almost sheepish expression if it weren't overshadowed but the dark circles under his eyes and you could clearly see just how exhausted he was. A pang of guilt bubbled up in your stomach and you really regretted inviting him over. You regretted all the dirty thoughts you had about what you would do to him if he did show up. At that very moment, you wanted nothing more than to lay him down on your bed and make him go to sleep. Would that leave you incredibly unsatisfied and most likely angry in the morning? Yes, but it would be worth it to make sure Jisung was getting sleep, even if only for a couple hours before he had to be up again.

"You came."

"I did." He flashed you a gummy smile that warmed your heart and you opened your arms towards him. With a soft sigh, he climbed into the bed and practically fell into them, head nuzzling against your chest as you both settled down. Running your fingers through his hair, you hummed softly while placing a gentle kiss to the top of head. "So, gonna tell me your dream?" he muttered and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I suppose so. You did come all the way over to see me~" you cooed teasingly. He snorted and lifted his head, eyes staring up at you curiously and you had to stop yourself from pinching his cheeks because he was just too damn cute. "I had a dream that I could make you cum in 3 seconds."

"Pfft, I wish. The amount of orgasms I could have during the day." he laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.

"I'm serious. All I had to do was get on my knees and you were instantly hard and two licks to your cock and you were cumming." You shifted under him, arms tightening around him with undisclosed desire and you buried your face into his shoulder. God you wanted him so much, that even just telling him the bare basics of the dream had you horny all over again.

"It would take more than two licks, kitten." he practically purred into your ear and you couldn't stop the whimper that left your lips. "But you are right, I would be so hard if you dropped to your knees in front of me." Daring to look at him, you pulled back. What greeted you was such an erotic sight. Even in the dim light of the room, you could see just how blown his pupils were, eyes staring so intensely at you that you physically shivered from the lust flashing through them. "Is that why you called me here? So you could blow me?" he asked, head tilting to the side.

"Uh...yeah?" You didn't sound too sure, but really that had been your intention - to get your hands back on Jisung's cock and be reminded of just how good he tasted. "Please?" You tacked on at the end, just for good measures. He smiled, swooping down into what was anything but a kiss. Your lips barely touched and it left you yearning for me. God damn it. He was such a tease. Pulling away, Jisung flopped over on to his back, arms moving to rest behind his head.

"Well then, have at it." The nonchalance of the situation only fueled your arousal and you were scrambling onto your hands and knees before you knew it. Moving between his legs, you reached up with one hand and palmed over him. His cock twitched slightly at the touch and you could feel it filling out the longer you stroked him. It was hot, you couldn't lie, watching the way it bobbed and lifted, tenting the sweatpants he was wearing. Leaning in, you mouthed at his dick, tongue running roughly against the pilled fabric. Soft groans filled the air and you glanced up, eyes locking with Jisung's hooded ones watching you. His lips were slightly parted and wet, another groan leaving them as your fingers toyed with the head of his cock. With a light touch, you pressed against the slit, grinning as precum soaked through, wetting your finger. Teasing just a bit more, you gathered more of the liquid before sitting up and bringing your finger to your mouth.

You made a show of it, parting your lips and letting your tongue swipe against your fingertip, moaning lewdly while wrapping your lips around your finger and giving it a few sucks. There wasn’t much of a taste, but that really didn’t matter. You were doing this more for Jisung than for yourself and judging from the way he shifted on the bed, fists clenched tightly in the sheets, it was doing a great job riling him up. “Taste good, kitten?” You pulled your finger out with a pop, licking your lips as a feline-like grin spread across your face.

“Delicious.” Humming softly to yourself, you scooted closer to his body, fingers grasping his waistband and giving a light tug. “Your kitten’s hungry.” you pouted at him, laughter leaving him as he lifted his hips up enough for you to slide his pants and boxers down in one go.

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?” he mused, raising himself up on his elbows. You gave a hum of acknowledgment, though your attention was currently taken by the beautiful cock that laid so proudly against his abdomen, head already a ruddy shade with a pearl of precum beaded at the top. Reaching down, Jisung wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few pumps, soft grunts leaving his parted lips. His thumb swiped over the tip, gathering what precum was there and held it out towards you. “Come on baby. Come and eat.”

Tossing his pants over the side of the bed, you leaned over him and took the offered thumb into your mouth, tongue swiping against the slightly salty skin - licking it nice and clean. Sucking on it, you smirked at the small ‘fuck’ Jisung uttered before pulling off the finger. Shifting closer, you pressed your lips against his in a deep and heated kiss that lasted for only a few short seconds - a calculated move you made just to tease him for the barely there kiss he had given you earlier. Jisung whined, trying to chase after your lips as you moved away and you pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. Throwing one of your legs over his, you settled yourself over him, lowering down and running your tongue from the base to the tip.

“Oh fuck.” The moan he released went straight through you, your pussy throbbing more at the sound and the taste on your tongue. You were tempted to lower your hips down and rub against his leg, but you held back. While you wanted to get off, right now it was about him and fulfilling your dream in some capacity. You repeated the action a few times, stopping just short of the slit and watched with lidded eyes as more precum oozed out and slowly rolled down the side of his cock. “Babe, thought you were hungry?” It was a mixture of a whine and question, and did nothing except make Jisung sound absolutely wrecked and you hadn’t even done anything. Giggling to yourself, you gripped the base of his dick as you enveloped the head with your mouth.

You sank down slowly, tongue working flicking against any part of the velvety flesh that was filling your mouth. You took your time, stopping when you reached your limit and letting him just rest there, hot and heavy against your tongue. God, you had missed this so much, just being so intimate with Jisung. Fingers carded through your hair, tangling in the strands as Jisung breathed heavily, body tense and vibrating slightly with the way he was trying to stop the tremors coursing through him. “Y/n, fuck. Stop teasing and suck my dick.” You didn’t think it was possible, but Jisung sounded even more wrecked than he had before. Humming lightly around him, pulling a sharp hiss from him, you slowly began bobbing your head. Pulling up, you gave two hungry sucks against the head before sinking back down, tongue pressing and rubbing against the vein on the underside of his cock. It was easy to start a rhythm, spurred on by Jisung’s moans. The faster you moved and the harder you sucked, the louder he got and the wetter you became.

Jisung attempted to lift his legs and plant his feet on the mattress, but was stopped when his shin came in contact with your wet panties. Moaning around him, you rocked your hips down against him, whimpers filling the air as you grinded against him. His cock twitched and throbbed in your mouth, your eyes lifting to watch his face. Jisung had his head thrown back, eyes closed as he got lost in the feeling of your hot mouth around him. Every now and again his hips would twitch and try to lift, but he seemed to restrain himself which you were thankful for. You really weren’t in the mood to choke tonight.

Pulling off until just the head was between your lips, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked while your hand stroked the rest of his cock. “Shit.” he hissed, back arching off the bed. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You moaned around him, hand picking up speed as excitement bubbled up inside you. Your free hand came down, fingers stroking over his balls and it was like you pulled the trigger. Jisung tugged harshly at your hair and you popped off quickly, lips parts as you pressed the head against your tongue. Jisung pulsed and throbbed in your grip as he came, long sticky strings of white coating the inside of your mouth and as you swallowed, you were surprised to find that it didn’t taste like the normally bitter cum you were used to. You made a mental note to thank whichever member you had to for helping to change Jisung’s diet for the better.

You suckled lightly on the tip, milking the rest of the cum out of his body and when he whimpered at the overstimulation, you finally released him from your grip. Sitting up, you licked your lips clean, smiling down at Jisung’s panting form. “Mmm, thank you for the delicious meal.”

“Pleasures….all mine.” he nearly gasped out, letting out a stuttering sigh as he tried to control his breathing. “Fuck that was amazing, as always.” Weakly, he lifted his arms towards you and you crawled up his body and into his embrace. Snuggling against him, you pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, a content sigh leaving you as you let yourself settle down, arousal slowly fading. Jisung attempted to pay you back, his hands wandering lower, but you stopped him and at his confused look, you simply shook your head.

“Not tonight.”

“Seriously? I get a blowjob and you get nothing?” he asked, confused.

“Um, I got to give a blowjob? It’s all I wanted honestly.” You confessed with a shrug. “Next time though.” You left the sentence open, letting Jisung’s mind supply images of what you could do next time and while laying in the comforting silence of the room, halfway to dream land, you swore you heard Jisung mutter something about trying anal. But that was a conversation for another time.

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stellar-starseed · 3 years

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Closer Than That

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Changbin x reader, Jisung x reader, polyamory

Summary: Your best friends happen to be 3racha, but Changbin was your closest friend from childhood. When things start to take a different turn in your relationship, you’re left wondering which way is up.

Word Count: 2,340

Chapter: 11/14

Other Chapters: Master List

Warnings: 18+; sexual content, language

Chapter 11

With the comeback only days away, you weren’t sure whether you were sad because you would be away from Changbin for two months as the tour rapidly approached, or if you were sad because your relationship with Jisung was dissolving before your very eyes.

Your few text messages went unread. Your attempts to communicate through other members fell short. It was beginning to feel like you would never speak with Jisung. The way he could shut you out so easily made you sad at first. Your sadness turned to disappointment and anger.

How could he do this again? You thought to yourself. He promised he wouldn’t.

You found yourself working in a solo studio instead of working with your boyfriends. You didn’t dare use that hall for fear of a death glare from your more sensitive boyfriend.

“Hyunie, can you talk to him?”

“Me?” Hyunjin questions. “I tried! Ask Lee Know.”

“He told me to give him space.” You pout. Hyunjin pats your shoulder.

“We can go pick up ice cream and watch dramas.” Hyunjin suggests. You sigh, but nod. That was your best option.

Changbin felt a bit awkward approaching Jisung about an argument between the two of you. It wasn’t his place, but he would do anything for you. He flung open the door to the studio only to find it empty. Changbin wandered around until he found the room Jisung was hold up in. He crashed the end of Jisung’s Vlive.

“Bye!” Changbin sang to the camera in his cutest voice. Jisung smacked him out of habit and laughed. Changbin felt a bit better about the situation when it seemed that Jisung wasn’t awkward around him.

“What’s up?” Jisung asked as he settled in after wrapping everything up and giving the phone back to the staff. Changbin got more comfortable in his seat.

“Uh oh.” Jisung chuckled. When Changbin didn’t chuckle with him Jisung stopped what he was doing. “This is about _____?” When Changbin nodded Jisung sat back down in his chair.

“Look I know what you’re going to say. She means so much to me, I’m being an ass...”

“Yeah, keep going.”

“Listen, I know these things okay? I’m not having an easy time with this, but every time I go to see her I feel shitty again. I’m either hurting because I miss her or hurting because I don’t feel like I fit in here. If you have some sage advice I could really use it right now.”

“She was one of your closest friends before this. Why wouldn’t you fit in?” Changbin sat back in therapist mode.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. It’s even harder because you’re on the other end. I feel like a dick.” Jisung sighed and it was silent for a long while as he tried to put his thoughts in order. These feelings didn’t have a name or a real reason they just festered inside of him.

“I feel..fuck I’m going to sound like a bitch, but, I feel like you and her are the real couple. I’m sitting on the outside. It’s like you guys are one, and I’m an after thought. Not on purpose and nothing against either of you, but I’m a third wheel.”

“Hmm.” Changbin didn’t have much to say to that. He sat on it for a moment.

“It’s like you were meant to be together, the two of you. And as much as I love her, I won’t be you. She loves me, yeah, but it won’t ever be the way she loves you.”

“Me and you are not the same person.” Changbin simply says.

“Not the point.”

“It’s exactly the point.” Changbin gave Jisung a look that suggested it was obvious and it should click.

Jisung sighed loudly and looked away to try to put his words together. He wasn’t able to come up with anything better than this feeling that eats away at him.

Changbin wondered if anything he said to Jisung sunk in, but he couldn’t be focused on his friend when his girl was hurting. He headed for your apartment and found you were cuddled up with Hyunjin watching dramas.

“I didn’t approve of this cuddling.” Changbin crosses his arms as he stands in front of you.

“Babe!” You exclaim as Hyunjin simultaneously shouts,

“Changbin-ah!” Throwing a couch pillow at him.

“Okay, okay.” Changbin takes a seat and chuckles at the two of you when you immediately get back into the show in front of you. He watched you as you winced or laughed at the actions on the screen. His heart was full, and it wasn’t until then that he realized maybe Jisung had a point.

Later that night, after Hyunjin left to the dorms, you and Changbin sat in the silent, dark living room. Neither of you wanted to move or do much of anything. Changbin pulled you closer to him. A satisfied sigh escaped him.

“I talked to Jisung.”

“Okay, is it bad?”

“I’m not sure.” Changbin said causing your heart to sink. Had you really fucked up so bad?

“I love you,” he sighs and looks up to the ceiling searching for the thought that crossed his mind earlier so clearly.

“I love you too?” you say perplexed.

“I love you so much that I know I couldn’t love anyone else. Like my heart is full as it is. Loving you has put me at max loving capacity.”

You laugh and sit up. When you looked at Changbin he was serious. You cross your arms over your chest. What was in the air?

“I love you just as much, Changbin, but I’m not understanding where this is coming from or what it has to do with Jisung at the moment?”

“You love me so much you have no room to love anyone else?”

“I love you both that way...”

“Jisung doesn’t feel that way. I didn’t get it until I came here tonight.”

“He doesn’t love me that way, or?”

“Jisung doesn’t think you could love us both like that. I think he feels like he gets scraps of you because I was here first.”

“You said you understood tonight. Do you feel that way, too?”

Jisung spent the night tossing and turning. When he glanced at the clock to see it was nearly 4am he decided to give up on sleep. He sighed to himself in the dark room. He heard Jeongin’s faint snores in the distance.

Jisung grabbed for his phone and headed towards the living room. He saw the light on in Chan’s room and decided not to bother him this night. Jisung glanced towards Minho’s room and thought better of bothering him as well. He plopped down on the couch and decided to be alone with his thoughts.

The thoughts that kept him awake most of the night were now free to flood in. Jisung was fighting with himself. He knew this decision would haunt him if he were to make the wrong one, but he knew he had to decide one way or the other.

It wasn’t long before the sun came up. The golden rays causing the most interesting shadows. Jisung had decided, with the light seemingly illuminating his thoughts, that he was going to write it all out. By the end of his thoughts he would know.

You turned to face your boyfriend and immediately you softened upon seeing his sleeping form. You knew he was everything to you, but so was Jisung, how could you possibly get them to understand?

Your hand found it’s way to his chest and you traced small circles on his bare skin. He stirred a bit underneath you, and you leaned in to kiss his warm skin. You swore a smirk momentarily appeared. You couldn’t help but giggle at him.

The warmth of his skin, the way he tasted. You were going to miss this more than you could imagine. You were near ready to book a ticket to meet Changbin.

This tour was going to kick off in Europe and you were positive you could work on the road. You decided it wouldn’t be the best of ideas. The guys would be exhausted and you would just get in the way of their jam packed schedule.

Changbin began to stir a bit more underneath you. Soon he was stretching and you were met with a smile.

“Good morning, princess.” He says before he kisses your forehead.

“I’m going to miss you.” You blurt out. Changbin pouts.

“Don’t start.” He whines. “Princess, you’re going to make me even more sad.”

“I know but...” You pout. “I won’t even get to see you today. I just...”

Changbin wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You stay like that for some time. He only pulls away to kiss you. You sensed his sadness about leaving you and you didn’t want to make it harder on him by crying or giving him a hard time.

“Come on.” You say. You both get dressed and you head to the coffee shop near the dorms. Changbin is a bit curious as to why you brought him to the coffee shop. He’s not a frequenter of the shop like Jisung is, and he has come to think of this as your spot with Jisung.

“Try it!” You say setting a large breakfast sandwich in front of him. Changbin raised an eyebrow at you but he tried it anyway. His eyes widened and he nodded at you before taking another bite.

“Told you.” You smile proudly at him. “Channie brought me here just for this sandwich.”

“Why didn’t he bring me here?” Changbin says before stuffing more of the sandwich into his mouth. You pick at the other half of the sandwich on his plate. You weren’t feeling very hungry. After this meal you would be alone. The thought was becoming much louder and you weren’t able to hide your sadness.

Changbin tried his best to ease the sadness by cracking jokes, but you both knew the cloud that hung over wasn’t going away. You finished your breakfast and head to the dorms with him to say your goodbyes

There was a quick succession of goodbyes between you and the guys until Jisung walked out of his room. The awkward silence that fell over the room was followed by everyone filing out save for you and Jisung.

“Hey.” You say. He smiles mirthlessly.

“Hey, I wanted to give you this. I also want to say I’m sorry. It’s all in here.” He hands you a folded letter. You get the feeling whatever is in this letter isn’t going to make you feel better.

“Okay.” You say. You wanted to scream at him, tell him he was a jerk for putting you through this. You wanted him to say it was okay and you would just fall back into normal routine. None of that happened.

Jisung stood there for longer than he planned. He couldn’t seem to move. Suddenly he leaned in and gave you a sweet lingering kiss on the lips. You both stayed there, lips pressed against one another’s, unable to pull away and afraid to deepen it. He finally pulled away.

“I want you to know I love you, and no matter how you feel I need you to know it doesn’t change that.”

“Jisung, I love you too. So much. I’m going to miss you.” You can’t help but pout a little at him. He smiles and kisses your forehead. He sighs to himself and walks away.

Changbin rushes up to you and picks you up in a gigantic hug. You can’t help but call out and you start laughing. Chan grabs onto you from behind when the spinning stops. Your sandwiched between two of your best friends and all you can think about is how sad you’re going to be when they’re gone.

“Love you.” You call one last time as the van door closes. You faintly see Changbin’s hand on the glass through the tinted window. Why did it feel like this was going to be forever?

You finally make it home after trying to fill your day with meaningless errands you swore you couldn’t get done with your boyfriends around. After you put your laundry in the washer you plop down on the couch, certain that you had accomplished more today than in two months with work and filling your time with Changbin and Jisung.

Your heart hurt momentarily as your mind wondered over his name, Jisung. Was it such a bad idea to date? Did you ruin your friendship over this? You looked at your bag where the letter was stuffed.

You wanted to know what the letter said, but you were reluctant. Something didn’t sit right with you about it. You felt like the contents of that letter were some ominous thing you didn’t want to open up.

You grabbed the letter anyway and sat back on couch. The drama you didn’t finish with Hyunjin played in the background as you skipped on your tea and stared at the letter. Slowly, you opened it. You smiled at Jisung’s writing. It was cute, not as familiar as Changbin’s but it was nice to see.

Jagiya, he started off. Your heart melted at the thought of him saying that to you. The adoration in his voice made your whole body tingle with excitement. You continued to read. Jisung mentioned his insecurities about you and Changbin. He mentioned a feeling he couldn’t shake.

The more you read the less hopeful you were. Tears began to well up. You wondered how you missed this when you were with him. How could he feel so left out or alone in this relationship without you picking up on that?

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself as you crumpled the letter in your hands, unable to read through your tears.

When you were able to get to the end of the letter, it was just as expected, Jisung was breaking up with you.

———————————————————————————

It’s been a cool minute, but I do hope you enjoyed!

Stay safe, stay healthy. You’re already doing amazing!

See you on the next episode.

♥️.

#queued for your reading pleasure #closer than that #stray kids #skz #bang chan #changbin #jisung #stray kids fan fic #Changbin fan fic #Jisung fan fic #Changbin x reader #Jisung x reader #polyamory #drama #queued

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tripleaxeldiaz · 3 years

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maybe one day i’ll fly next to you

chapter 2/8

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Autumn Classic doesn’t mean anything, really — the USFSA won’t look at it when considering Olympic spots — but it’s Buck’s favorite competition of the year. It’s his first chance to see new programs, size up competition, gauge where he thinks he’ll be landing this season. It’s also the first buzz of nerves and adrenaline that he feels after six months of break, and it’s a high he keeps chasing all season.

It’s a long flight to Toronto plus time changes, so he’s exhausted by the time they get to the hotel. He blearily accepts his room key from Bobby as he heads to the elevator, leaning heavily against the wall on the short ride up. He’s already dreaming about falling into bed as he opens the door, expecting to see Chimney as usual, but instead sees Eddie, standing in the middle of the room, scrolling through his phone. He looks up as the door shuts behind Buck and gives him a small smile.

“I, uh, didn’t know which bed you wanted, so I figured I’d wait until you got here.”

Buck, brain still half-offline, just looks at him for a minute before saying, “You’re not Chimney.”

Eddie lets out a surprised laugh, “No, not last time I checked. Bobby said he volunteered to chaperone the Juniors floor so he gave him a single. Guess that means you’re stuck with me.”

Buck makes a mental note to hunt Chimney down in the morning, but right now all he wants to do is sleep so he’s at least somewhat rested for practice at the asscrack of dawn.

“This one’s fine,” he says, dropping his bag at the foot of the closest bed before belly flopping onto it. He already feels himself drifting off as Eddie rifles through his own bag.

“Mind if I shower first?” he asks. Buck waves him a “yes” without moving the rest of his body. He thinks he hears a snort before the bathroom door closes and the shower turns on. The drone of the water almost puts him to sleep again, but he gets up with a groan instead, propping himself against the headboard while he waits. He could just say fuck it and go right to bed, but he’s been in three different airports today and feels disgusting, and he’d rather not wake up at 4am to shower in the morning.

He’s scrolling through the schedule Bobby emailed, figuring out the absolute latest he can set his alarm for, when the bathroom door opens again, steam pouring into the room. Eddie emerges, towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still falling down his flushed chest and shoulders, and Buck feels like he swallowed his tongue. Because, yes, he might hate the guy, but he also has eyes. Eyes that are currently taking in miles of skin and lean muscle so perfect it looks like he’s carved out of marble. His back muscles ripple as he leans over to grab a shirt from his bag before going back into the bathroom, and Buck actually feels his mouth water.

He hasn’t had sex in...a while. Two and a half seasons, to be exact. He hasn’t felt this attracted to someone so quickly in even longer. Since his leg healed, his sole focus has been skating — practicing day in and day out to get his jumps consistent, his skating skills back up to speed. And since he’s still having issues, he hasn’t even let sex or relationships cross his mind, didn’t want to lose focus. Apparently, he was a lot more focused than he thought he was, if it prevented him from noticing all this.

That lust — so intense he still feels it lingering in his gut — quickly turns into familiar irritation though, because of course, along with being a world class skater, Eddie also looks like a goddamn supermodel. Buck knows he’s no slouch himself, but this is a stupid new level. A distracting new level, and distractions are not something Buck needs right now.

Plus, he’d never sleep with Eddie anyway. He hates him.

The bathroom door opens again, and this time Eddie is, thankfully, fully clothed. “All yours,” he says, jerking his head toward the door as he sits down on his bed.

Buck nods, quickly grabbing his things and shutting the door behind him. He turns the shower to cold and gets in immediately, the shock of it waking him up and burning any lasting arousal out of him. He closes his eyes, trying to forget Eddie’s everything and focus instead on the things he needs to work on at practice tomorrow, where he put his KT tape, literally anything else.

He’s better by the time he’s done, just at the usual baseline of annoyance he’s always at where Eddie’s concerned. Eddie’s still awake, TV quietly playing a rerun of some sitcom, when Buck comes back and falls into his bed. He ignores Eddie as much as he can as he texts Maddie and sets his alarm, though he swears he feels his eyes on him when he’s not looking. Exhaustion finally takes over as he turns off his lamp, and he’s asleep as soon as he flips to his side.

He dreams he’s falling again, but this time, someone with golden skin and a blinding smile is falling with him.

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The first half of the week goes by in a blur — three days of wake up, skate, eat, skate, sleep, repeat — and before he knows it, it’s short program day. He wakes up to Eddie’s alarm — they had to be up at the same time anyway — and takes a minute to just lay in bed, feel the butterflies already forming in his stomach, excitement and anticipation lighting up every nerve ending.

Rooming with Eddie has been...not terrible, so far. He’s clean, quiet, doesn’t hog the bathroom. The second night, after long practices that left them physically drained but mentally wide awake, they even watched a movie together — some made-for-TV psychological thriller that started as background noise but quickly turned into them coming up with the most ridiculous ways for the movie to end, and Buck actually getting it right.

It’s...weird. Buck has spent most of the last year actively avoiding Eddie, but now that the cold shoulder he usually gives him has thawed out a little bit, it’s not so bad. He’s still irritatingly perfect on multiple fronts, but he can at least hold a conversation with him now.

They leave the room together, grabbing a quick breakfast at the hotel before heading to their last practice. It’s silent, each of them in their own heads about when they need to get ready, but it’s not awkward. Buck would almost call it comfortable.

The practice rink is as chaotic as expected by the time they arrive. All 15 competitors plus coaches and choreographers are there, most in the stands stretching and warming up, watching the first group run their programs on the ice. There’s a small group of reporters as well, snagging people when they can for quotes and comments. They scan the crowd for Bobby, finally see him waving from the spot he and Hen secured at the far end of the stands. They make their way across to them, smiling and waving at familiar faces as they go. It feels forced for Buck, at least — making nice despite the fact that they’re all secretly hoping everyone else will tear or bruise something bad enough that they’ll have to withdraw. Eddie, on the other hand, is genuinely warm to everyone, friendly slaps on backs and laughs at jokes that don’t have a hint of fakeness. He’s nice, even to people he has to know cheer a little bit every time he falls.

Buck resists the urge to roll his eyes, but just barely.

They finally make it to Bobby and Hen and start warming up. Buck takes real stock of the crowd now as he stretches his hamstrings, noting costumes, levels of panic he can see on faces, who’s skating to what music as it loops through the sound system. Overall, he feels good — at a smaller competition like this, he’s usually one of the strongest technically and artistically, and this time feels no different.

Their group gets called to the ice, and they each have one more chance to run through their program. Buck has two quads planned for his three required jumps, and he lands both of them cleanly and fully rotated. It’s still ambitious, given his consistency — you never know what will happen in front of the judges — but as long as he stays out of his own way, out of his head, he’ll be just fine.

He hopes.

When their time is up, Buck packs his things up quickly, waving to Bobby, Hen, and Eddie as he hustles to the green room to drop off his stuff before heading to the main rink. The first group for the rhythm dance is just starting their warm-up as he finds May in the stands, sliding into the seat next to her. It’s not often that their segments are spread out enough that they can all watch each other compete, but Buck and May always take full advantage to cheer on Maddie and Chim and judge everybody else.

“Did I miss anything?” he asks.

She shakes her head, eyes on the ice. “The Polish team almost collided with one of the Canadian teams, but it looked like an accident.”

“I don’t know, those Canadians love to cut it close during warm-ups, they think it scares the other teams.”

“They tried it at Worlds and got yelled at pretty bad, I don’t think they’d try it again so soon.” Buck whips his head over just as Eddie sits down on his other side, like he’s part of their little cheer squad too.

“What are you doing here?” Buck asks, tone a little more accusatory than he wanted.

Eddie just shrugs. “I usually stand in the back and watch, but I saw you guys and figured I’d join,” he says, meeting Buck’s eye. “If that’s okay with you?”

May elbows Buck in the ribs as she turns to Eddie herself. “Of course it’s okay, as long as you tell me everything that went down with that team at Worlds.”

Eddie smiles as he launches into the story. It takes Buck’s brain a minute to catch up with Eddie being sociable and funny, not hiding in the green room and ignoring everyone like he always assumed he did. They all fall into an easy banter as the first team begins their program, and by the end of the first group, they’re having to stifle their laughter and commentary as the people around them shoot dirty looks their way.

Their cheers are the loudest when Chim and Maddie are announced during the warm-up, and again when they start their program. Buck loves watching Maddie skate — she’s the reason he got into the sport in the first place, and the way she looks so graceful and effortless is something he never gets tired of seeing. Their tango is smoldering, easily covering the ice and drawing the audience in, and their group isn’t the only one giving a standing ovation at the end. They take first place by a good margin, Buck and Eddie letting out matching wolf whistles as their scores are announced.

Buck never would have imagined being here, cheering on his sister with the guy he’s hated for longer than he can remember, but now that he is here, it’s...nice. Much nicer than he expected. He actually likes hearing Eddie’s opinions on lifts and spins, likes hearing him laugh at his jokes, likes the feeling of their arms brushing against each other in the cramped stadium seating…

Yeah. Nice. Weird and a complete upset of his world view up until the beginning of the week, but nice nonetheless.

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He may be sitting in the kiss and cry, but Buck still feels like he’s flying. He landed both quads, including his quad loop which is chronically underrotated, and nailed every step and spin. The audience was thunderous when he finished, and he almost wanted to cry because it really felt like the beginning — the beginning of his redemption, the beginning of chiseling his name into the record books, the beginning of finally achieving everything he’d dreamed of.

He is, of course, miles and miles ahead of himself, but that doesn’t stop an ember of hope glowing brightly in his mind as he gets his score — first place, 20 points above second. Bobby squeezes his shoulders, shaking them in excitement, and he stands and waves to the crowd. They’re just making their way to the green room as Eddie’s name is announced, and rather than avoiding watching himself get knocked to second, he stops just outside the exit and turns back towards the ice.

He’s seen Eddie’s short a million times in practice — usually watching against his better judgement to see if he screws up — but watching it in full in a competition is a completely different experience. The opening notes to “Dust in the Wind” start playing, and Buck watches Eddie’s whole demeanor change, swears he sees his mind locking into all he has to accomplish in the next two minutes and 40 seconds. Pundits always describe his skating as “classic but refreshing”, and Buck is more than inclined to agree. Eddie possesses all the charm and grace of old school skaters, but manages to put his own spin on it, making it feel like something no one’s ever done before. Buck’s a little in awe, if he’s honest, and watching Eddie’s nearly perfect program this time doesn’t fill him with the usual annoyance or ill-placed rage, it makes him feel...something. He can’t quite put a name on it, but he knows it’s a good feeling.

He’s inclined to blame that on the high he’s still feeling from his own skate, but part of him also knows that that’s not the case.

Eddie does knock him into second, but only by five points. There’s a pang of bitterness, but it’s dull, because five points is nothing. Five points is one perfect jump, one spin combo, one seamless step sequence. It’s not insurmountable. And even if the gap were bigger, Buck would be hard pressed to find any flaws in Eddie’s program anyway.

The pundits don’t lie. He’s incredible. And maybe Buck is starting to appreciate it.

The rest of the day passes in snapshots: pressers, watching May win gold in the ladies’ event, dinner with the team that was overflowing with excitement tinged with nerves about free skates the next day. He’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, distinctly not thinking about how he and Eddie sat shoulder to knee at dinner, or how Eddie’s eyes glowed almost golden in the low lighting of the restaurant, or how crushed he might be if he doesn’t win tomorrow.

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Buck’s skating last, which means he’s going to be nauseous for the next two hours while he watches everyone else go. He considers just putting his headphones on and ignoring everything, going in blind to the scores, but he can’t. He has to know where he stands, his margin for error, how much perfection is needed.

He alternates between watching the first group on the TVs in the green room and going through every possible scenario of him screwing up and how he’ll fix it mid skate. Eventually, he’s just picturing himself falling on every jump, over and over, placing last and going home a loser before the season even officially starts.

He’s not sure if it’s doing more harm than good, preparing him for success or failure, but they’re announcing the second warm up group, so it looks like he’s about to find out.

Eddie goes right before him, because the universe really wanted to test the strength of his stomach, apparently. Buck always loves “Hallelujah” programs, but Eddie’s is, of course, on a completely different level. He puts every emotion — the anguish, the uncertainty, the faint hope — into his movements, and it pulls at Buck’s heart so hard he’s afraid a blood vessel will snap. He’s so enthralled that he almost doesn’t notice that Eddie was supposed to do a quad toe on his last jumping pass.

But he doesn’t.

He triples it, losing him five base points.

Buck feels bad (which is...new), but he also feels a surge of hope buzzing in every bone.

Does that make him a bad person?

He doesn’t have time to process that as Eddie’s scores are announced and he moves into first place. He stands and waves at the crowd from the kiss and cry, smiling widely and looking genuinely pleased. Maybe he didn’t know he messed up? Maybe he’s still in blissful ignorance, will stay that way until he looks at his protocols? That’s the only thing that makes sense to Buck — he’s aware of every mistake as soon as it happens, and even minor ones send him right off the rails, no amount of points able to bring him back for days.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, squeezing as it passes. He meets Eddie’s eyes, and that genuine smile is still there, directed him now.

“Good luck out there,” Eddie says, and Buck blames the flutter in his heart and flush on his cheeks purely on adrenaline and nerves.

The audience cheers as he skates to center ice, and he sees Maddie and Chim, still wearing their silver medals, near the top of the stands. He takes a deep breath as he stands in his opening pose, letting the crowd, the noise, the worry, everything wash away. This is all that matters, these next four minutes that could define the rest of his season, the rest of his path to the Olympic podium. Maybe it’s too much pressure for a preseason competition, but Buck’s been fighting for it, clawing his way through for the past four years, and a strong start is exactly what he needs to convince himself and every other coach, analyst, and skater, that he is here to win.

The music starts, and everything just clicks, like the notes are flowing through him while he moves, carrying him along. Every jump is clean and balanced, every spin is fast and poised. The music itself is about birds, flying through and away as quickly as they came, and that’s exactly how Buck feels. Like if he jumps high enough, he’ll float away like he does in his dreams, but this time, it’s not scary. There’s no jolts to his brain while he jumps, pulling him carelessly to the ground, and he takes every one with a bit of gratitude, knowing how easily he could second guess himself and make it all come crashing down around him, figuratively and literally. But there’s none of that today, just confidence and precision and joy that he only ever gets at moments like these. He still feels like he’s flying as he stops in his final pose, audience on their feet around him.

If he could, he’d bottle this sound and take it with him everywhere, have it follow him through Grand Prix, through Nats, all the way to Beijing. If this is the way the season is starting, he feels like he can’t go anywhere but up.

Or anywhere but down, a terrible voice whispers. Luckily, it’s drowned out with the crowd before it burrows too deep.

Bobby is all smiles when he comes off the ice, hugging him and slapping his back as they sit in the kiss and cry. He’s just catching his breath as they announce his score — first place, 9.5 points above Eddie. He wishes the gap had been a little bigger, but he’ll take what he can get. He waves at the crowd as they roar again, but he doesn’t have long to bask in it all before he’s whisked away for the medal ceremony.

It’s short, thankfully — no fanfare, just the president of Skate Canada and an ISU official handing out the flowers and medals. Buck skates out as his name is announced, taking his place on the highest podium between the bronze medalist from Japan and Eddie. Eddie beams at him, that same blindingly earnest smile, and Buck can’t help but smile back.

He gets a little misty when they play the national anthem. It’s not so much the song itself, but the accomplishment it represents, the fact that his blood, sweat, and tears were all for something.

Eddie falls in step with him as they make their way to the presser, shoulders brushing in that casual way they’ve made a habit this past week. Buck doesn’t know if they’re friends just yet, isn’t sure if a week is long enough to shed a decade of bad feelings, but he does know that there’s something about Eddie that keeps drawing him in, makes him want to dig past the annoyingly perfect exterior and figure out what’s going on inside. Is he always this positive and friendly? What makes him snap? He’s spent years trying to think as little about Eddie as possible, but it’s been harder and harder to do, and Buck doesn’t really want to fight it anymore. It was taking up too much energy, and he has bigger things to worry about.

“Congrats, man, you looked great out there,” Eddie says, squeezing his shoulder again. This time, Buck squeezes back.

“Thanks, so did you. Your triple axel was so perfect it literally looked computer generated.” Eddie laughs, sharp and bright, and something in Buck wants to keep hearing that sound as often as he can.

There aren’t many reporters, but they ask all the same questions — how did they feel about their performance, what are they looking to improve, how do they feel about the other competitors, blah blah blah. As they’re given the two minute warning, the last reporter stands, pointing her microphone towards Buck.

“Evan, you really started this season with a bang. Do you think you’ll be able to keep coming out on top?”

Yes, he thinks automatically. I can and I will.

Maybe, says the whisper again, or maybe you won’t.

“Anything could happen,” he says, a phrase he has a feeling he’ll be repeating again and again, “but I’ll keep fighting no matter what.”

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #buddie fic #911 fic #9-1-1 #in which buck continues to not know how to read his own feelings #ficcery

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dex-xe · 3 years

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Regarding the ficlet ideas :)

You don't have to do all or even any of these, these are just the things that popped into my head when I was scrolling through! Also if you want to write them romantically you do it, we love and support youuu!!!

Fluff: 7 (Mary and Robin, probably platonic) & 10 (Mary and Kitty, also probably platonic)

General: 18 (Julian and literally anyone, it'll be hilarious)

And General 45. With Alison and Cap (and maybe all the other ghosts) becuase I feel you'd write it really sweetly and honestly it's a scene I'd really like to see

Alison & Captain General #45: “Are you afraid to die?”

So there’s still one more prompt from this person (the Julian one) but I’m combining it with other ideas so expect that soon!! The others have also been done here:

Fluff #7

Fluff #10

But yeah,, this got no interaction at all on AO3 but that’s okay cause I actually really enjoyed writing this one there are some good lines I think. Let me know what you think either here on on AO3 I don’t mind. (Also there is a Doctor Who reference in here but I can’t remember which episode it’s from so if yall find it let me know XD)

TW:// in depth discussions of death.

The dark ceiling of Alison’s bedroom swirled in front of her as she listened to the soft rumbling of her husband’s snores beside her. The glowing red lights of her alarm clock served as a warning to her impending sleepless night: 2:15am.

Worries of life and family and the hotel and the unusual presence of 20 odd dead people inhabiting her home raced through her head as she begged for some kind of distraction from her thoughts. She tried not to set too many rules for the ghosts: whenever she did, they would work even harder to break every written order she laid down - and also every unwritten rule that common sense laid down. But one rule Alison was strict on was their nighttime curfew: do what you want around the house (as long as it doesn’t make too much noise, mess or irritance) but do not, under any circumstance, enter the master bedroom.

She’d originally given them the usual “only in emergencies” protocol but, after Robin had scared Alison out of bed at 4am having deemed a fat ginger cat on the front lawn an emergency, this had quickly been scrapped. But watching the dust flow through beams of moonlight while contemplating every life decision she’d ever made, the prospect of some inconceivable disaster interrupting the ghosts’ eternal deaths was seeming ever more pleasurable.

Alison sighed and sat up to look over Mike deep in sleep, jealous of his peaceful snoring. She swung off the bed being careful not to jostle the sheets but flinched at the freezing floorboards touching her bare feet. She tiptoed slowly through the empty corridors occasionally stopping to listen at the doors of the ghosts’ bedrooms: quiet snoring from Pat’s, mumbled sleep talking from Kitty’s, total silence on behalf of the others.

Every common room lay vacant, excluding Robin curled up in front of the dying fire, so Alison continued on to the kitchen - taking Nigel’s advice to fetch some milk when she’s stressed.

Upon entering the kitchen, she was taken aback to find it was not as empty as the rest of the house would suggest. Leaning back against the far tiled wall with his eyes shut and head resting back on the cold surface, the Captain looked as if he could be asleep standing upright. His eyes snapped open and settled straight on Alison frozen in the doorway. He blinked slowly before darting towards the corner of the room in his usual long-legged, gangly run.

“Captain?” Alison called as he turned away from her. “No, no! It’s alright!”

The Captain stopped. Still. Silent. In a moment of alarming quietness.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Captain. I’ll only be a moment!” Alison said quietly, making her way over to the fridge. “God, I hope Robin isn’t in here.” She pulled open the door with great gusto, fleetingly thrilled by the presence of broccoli, strawberry yoghurt, and half a pasta bake rather than the shouting menace of a caveman.

She shut the door with the milk carton in hand and turned to find the Captain still facing the wall, breathing heavily in what appeared to be a WW2 remake of the Blair Witch Project.

“You can just go back to… whatever you were doing, now,” Alison took a swig from the carton. “Plotting your latest hair-brained scheme to get rid of me?”

“Now, now, Alison,” the Captain said, turning back around to face her and swaying ever so slightly on his heels, stick gripped tight behind him. “I’m less inclined to dispose of you nowadays.”

“Yeah?” Alison raised her eyebrows with a knowing glance and took another sip. “Well, I appreciate that, Cap.”

“Hmm,” the Captain agreed.

“Why are you awake then? Are you awake or do ghosts sleep upright against a wall? Is this some mechanic I don’t know about? Do ghosts have to sleep?” Alison asked rapid fire.

“Of course we sleep! What did you think we do during the night?” The Captain pointed to Alison’s milk and frowned. “You shouldn’t drink it like that. That’s how disease spreads.

“It’s only me that uses it, just don’t tell Fanny, yeah?”

“Mum’s the word,” he murmured.

Alison smiled. “So why are you up, then? Shouldn’t you be getting that beauty sleep?”

“Sometimes it’s a little difficult to drift off, I’m sure you understand that being awake at this hour too.”

“Oh yeah,” Alison said quietly. She lifted her carton up in a small gesture of cheers and made a move to leave. “Well, got my milk. I guess… I’ll just head back to bed then. Good night, Captain.” She had barely made it out of the door before the Captain spoke up once more.

“You could stay for a while,” the Captain said. “If you wanted to. I mean, if you didn’t want to just lay in bed gazing at the ceiling.”

“I’d like that,” Alison pulled out the chair closest, scraping the legs across the tiled floor and interrupting the silence of the house. She left the chair open for the Captain and moved to sit opposite him, settling into the quiet comfort.

“Isn’t it weird to think the dead sleep?” Alison commented. “Doesn’t seem right, does it? Cause sleeping is a bit like being dead only without the commitment so it’s like you’re kind of double dead.”

“Death is nothing like sleeping, Alison. Don’t talk to me about death if you don’t understand it.” The Captain sniffed at her and leant back in his chair maintaining his usual stoic exterior.

“Sorry,” Alison said. “I didn’t mean-,”

“It’s fine,” the Captain said quickly. The pair fell back into silence, they had never exactly been the closest of friends and Alison certainly wouldn’t describe him as her best (undead) friend but they were friend-ly, for sure. Certainly more now that he’d ceased trying to drive her from the house at every opportunity that presented itself. Then again, death does strange things to people, Alison thought, her friends had proved that much. They showed little regard for the lives of the living, thinking very much of themselves and the Captain was surely the embodiment of that.

“It’s not awful, as such,” the Captain interrupted the quiet. Alison looked up from the table to find him watching her intently. “Death. It’s not as terrible as you might think. I know that’s what you were going to ask.”

“Oh,” Alison said. “I wasn’t- I wasn’t actually going to say anything.”

“I know. But you were thinking it.” The Captain said. “You’re in a rather unique position, Alison, I must say. Not many people can say they have a good understanding of death before it happens, but you know more than most.”

“I still don’t really get it, though,” Alison admitted drawing lines across the table with her fingers.

“If I’m telling the truth, neither do I,” the Captain confessed. “I don’t remember it too well. It was like- like falling asleep and then immediately waking up again. You know that plummeting feeling that happens right as you’re about to drop into sleep, like everything is calm and then suddenly you’re losing grip of reality, and then you’re wide awake again.”

“A hypnic jerk,” Alison quipped.

“Sorry?” He asked.

“That’s what it’s called, that falling thing. A hypnic jerk.” Alison said. “We did it in science class, I think. Your body thinks it’s dying so it does the jerk to make sure that you’re still alive. Makes sense that’s what dying feels like, I guess.”

“Are you afraid to die, Alison?” The question took Alison by surprise, it was unlike the Captain to be open about his emotions and even more unlikely for him to ask about others’ feelings.

“If I have to stay with this rowdy lot for eternity, then yes definitely,” Alison joked with a small laugh.

The Captain smiled and hummed in agreement: “Oh I’m sure I’d have agreed if given the choice before death. Not exactly the most peaceful post-death existence.”

“I’m a little bit scared,” Alison admitted.

“You shouldn’t be too worried, it’s not all that bad,” the Captain said with a shrug.

“Yeah, because you seem to be having a blast with your afterlife, Cap. Happy as Larry,” Alison said sarcastically, she threw the now-empty carton into the bin beside her and settled back towards the table, leaning forward closer to the Captain - their faces barely inches apart.

The Captain paused, his eyes boring into Alison’s sleepy face before he leant forward to match her and whisper in secret confidence.

“It is rather bad,” he reneged. “You should fear it, well done for being scared.” Alison chuckled. “Well thanks, Cap! I feel so much better now!”

“Now, you know that’s not what I mean,” the Captain said slowly, unsure of where he was going next. “As long as you die here, you have no reason to be afraid. We’ll care for you in death as you have for us in life. Be sure, Alison, we’ll teach you all we know.”

“You know, Julian has told me the ‘teachings’ you gave him when he died,” Alison chuckled.

“Somebody needed to give that scoundrel a good telling off; heaven knows no one in life ever did. Julian died much as he lived: with an air of superiority.” The Captain coughed and smirked across at Alison. “He waltzed in here as if he owned the place, demanding authority and respect and, as far as I’m concerned, those are qualities that are earned.”

“Like you?” Alison said pointedly.

“I’m sorry?”

“Did you earn the authority you have over the others?”

“That is beyond the point.” The Captain stated. “You’re rather lucky, Alison! You’ve met a somewhat tempered version of Julian, he’s actually rather bearable these days, likeable sometimes, you wouldn’t believe him in the early days.”

“Oh I can only imagine! And I’m better then, I assume? Seeing as I’m deemed worthy of your afterlife teachings?” Alison laughed.

“Indeed,” the Captain said.

“Were you afraid?” Alison asked. “Of death, I mean? Obviously like, before it happened.”

“No,” the Captain shrugged, finally heeling away from Alison and breaking their close eye contact. “A soldier is never afraid. When you enlist to serve for your country, you relinquish any right to fear your death. Service kills many who enter, you cannot fear the inevitable.”

“But you didn’t die in service?”

“I was a soldier. No matter if my demise happened during the war or 60 years later, I lived a soldier and I died a soldier.” The Captain said certainly. Whenever he spoke of his time in the military he straightened right up and masked any kind of emotion he had allowed to trickle through.

“Now that you’re not a soldier then, are you afraid of… you know, moving on?”

“Of being sucked off?” The Captain clarified.

“I refuse to say that,” Alison shook her head. “And frankly it’s cruel that Julian has kept this joke up. But are you scared?”

“I am still a soldier, Alison. I’ll always be a soldier.”

“Time has moved on, no more fighting and no more soldiers but you know that, Captain.”

“Doesn’t change anything. Time.” The Captain said, matter of fact. The darkness of the kitchen mostly shrouded his face but Alison could easily make out the outline of his sharp features and piercing eyes.

“Time changes everything.” She stated. “You should know that better than most.”

“I’m a soldier.” He repeated, mumbling it under his breath like a reassuring mantra. “For King and country.”

“Queen.” Alison corrected.

Allowing himself, for just a moment, to relinquish his solid, iron-clad grip on the past, the Captain softly whispered: “For Queen and country.”

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Chapter 17: easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

Summary: Shouto's worries about his relationship with Bakugou reach a boiling point and something tips over.

Shouto took a deep breath as his thumb hovered above the dial button.

It was difficult to find any time where he could be left alone long enough to make a call. Most of the days were spent at the hero agency as Preeta taught Shouto and Bakugou the ropes. Additionally, Preeta’s agency was collaborating with several other local and overseas hero agencies to deal with some cross-border smuggling. Shouto's skin tingled with adrenaline at the prospect, but that basically meant that sometimes there were even workdays that stretched into the night.

Even if there wasn’t work at night, Preeta occasionally invited the two interns out to eat and chat with their coworkers, who proved to be a fairly rowdy bunch. So far, Bakugou seemed to be having quite a blast trying the different foods in Singapore, especially when chilli seemed to always be readily available anywhere. Not to mention how many types of food were spicy to begin with. But that meant that Shouto’s poor tongue had died several times over the span of the single week they had been here.

Sometimes, Kaiqi would join them. When she did, she would fit right into the crowd of rowdy heroes. She also seemed to have taken a liking to Shouto. (“You can’t give special treatment to specific interns!” “I don’t work here, Preeta. I can do what I want.”) And so they talked often and though it was difficult to keep up in a foreign language, he found himself slowly getting the hang of it.

Another thing he found was that occasionally, he'd notice Bakugou watching him like a hawk. When he turned around, Bakugou wouldn't be looking anymore, but months of being with him had made him more perceptive of the feeling when he glared at the back of Shouto's head. But he never raised the issue with Bakugou.

Needless to say, the days, with their bombardment of socialising and adapting to new stuff, were tiring. Most nights, Shouto would fall asleep before his head even hit the pillow and he’d simply open his eyes the next day to Bakugou shoving out of bed from under his arms.

But nightmares were more frequent for them both. Bakugou had one on their second night. But it was the regular case of simply shaking a jerking Bakugou awake before he just took several deep breaths before calming down again.

On their fifth night, it was a hard kick to his shin that jolted Shouto awake. It took a while for his head to clear from his sleepy state and when it did, he looked down to see Bakugou, kicking violently and gripping the fabric of Shouto’s shirt. His breaths came quick and shallow and his eyes were screwed shut while he whimpered in agony. For a moment, Shouto was at a loss. Then, he cooled his hand and pressed it against Bakugou’s shoulder, shocking him just enough to pull him back into reality.

Bakugou looked up with a coat of wetness over his eyes. At the sight of his boyfriend, he let out a shaky sigh before burying his face into Shouto’s chest. “Thank fuck,” he muttered. “Okay. Okay.”

Meanwhile, Shouto used his warm hand to rub circles on Bakugou’s back until they eventually drifted off.

As for Shouto, his nightmare came on the sixth night, the first time in the last two months. And as he opened his eyes to a gruff but concerned Bakugou, he could still feel the echoes of “you were never suited for this” bouncing about the walls of his brain.

It wasn’t because of those nightmares that Shouto decided to make the call though.

He was getting ready this morning, brushing his teeth drowsily, when Bakugou walked in to spit out his toothpaste and rinse his mouth. In his typical bastard fashion, the way he got Shouto to step aside was by bumping him away with his hip. As Shouto stared at him in annoyance, he let out an impudent open-mouthed chuckle.

It should have been disgusting with all the toothpaste foam still in his mouth, but Shouto had to bite down on his toothbrush to stop a smile from growing on his own lips. Then, came the sense of guilt that Shouto was planning to stop all of this, and he really didn’t want to, despite how many times he’d told himself it would be the right thing to do.

That was how Shouto found himself sitting on a bench near the basketball court on a Sunday morning, gathering his courage to call Izuku. Izuku had assured him time and again that he’d be free but Shouto still couldn’t help but feel he was imposing. But clearly, mulling over this on his own wasn't working out well with the stress he'd been having for the past few weeks.

Taking in a deep breath, he clicked the dial button and pressed the phone to his ear as he let it ring.

Izuku, in all his speedy glory, answered the call with a bright “Hello, Shouto!”

Smiling at his best friend’s voice, Shouto greeted him as well. They went through the usual motions of catching up with one another: “How is it there?” “Tiring.” “Mood.” “Huh? What mood?” “I mean, it’s the same for me! But it’s fun, right?” “Yes, a little warm though.” “Not that case for me!”

They continued to talk about their respective internship, Shouto with his more mundane bits, and Izuku with his insane first week battles. Shouto swore his best friend was living the life of an action series protagonist. As Izuku recounted in great detail what happened to him on patrol three days ago, he nodded along, smiling fondly. To be honest, Kaminari had sent the trending Twitter video of his best friend hopping from building to building and into the heat of the battle already, but Shouto took certain delight in hearing it first-hand – terrible sound effects, hero fanboy enthusiasm, and all.

They continued talking until a lull in their conversation appeared and finally Izuku asked, “So something you need to talk to me about, right?”

Despite knowing full well that Bakugou was resting in their room, Shouto found himself glancing around before admitting, “Mm yeah… I have a problem." Shouto looked at the ground and kicked a pebble beside his foot. He sucked in a deep breath of air. "I… I might be feeling a little homesick,” he lied.

At that, Izuku laughed and began chattering away excitedly about the things he missed about Japan as well.

***

Shouto was deep in thought when his train of thoughts was broken by his transmitter. “Calling for Shouto and DynaMight,” Preeta said, “are you in position?”

“Yes,” Bakugou replied immediately.

“Ah, um, yes,” Shouto stammered back.

Although Bakugou was crouched at the opposite end of the shipping container, Shouto could practically feel the glare on his nape.

According to intel, an illegal trade was due to happen in this port at 4am in the morning. After a general briefing, Bakugou and Shouto were positioned to hide behind a shipping container, a distance away from the predicted location of the trade. Their task was to ensure that the routes of escape were sealed off for the smugglers. Time and again, Preeta had warned them not to let their guards down. They may only be serving as backup, but criminals were unpredictable. They should be paying attention at all times.

Shouto could tell that Bakugou was rather restless at the thought of being distanced from the action, but he had nodded cooperatively when the task was assigned to them. Perhaps Bakugou was now transferring his irritation, which was probably exacerbated by the long day, into the stare he was sending Shouto. Granted, he shouldn’t be allowing his mind to wander like this, but he couldn’t help how he kept going over the way he was going to tell Bakugou the truth about his feelings towards Bakugou, or rather his lack thereof. When something that heavy rested on your mind, it was really rather difficult to forget it.

Shouto sighed at the thought.

His mind went back to his conversation with Izuku. He was a coward.

How long was Shouto planning to keep mum about the situation? He knew he ought to talk to Bakugou about this. Sort things out properly between themselves.

But what was there to talk about though? The likely scenario was that a look of hurt would wash over his face. After that, ultimately, the best course of action would be to simply break up. There was no point in being such a one-sided relationship, right? He supposed-

“Shouto! Watch it!” Bakugou’s voice shattered his trance.

He looked up.

A man was rushing at him.

“Fucking hell!” the man roared. He aimed his right cannon arm at Shouto and fired.

In a moment of panic, Shouto swiped his hands upwards, sending a Heaven-Piercing Ice Wall towards the man. The man cried out before his voice was abruptly cut off.

“You…!” Bakugou growled, and Shouto turned to face him. “Have you got any idea-”

“What the hell was that?!” Preeta’s voice pierced through the scene. She blasted through the air and landed before the messy ice tower that trapped their perpetrator. Cursing under her breath, she pressed her palms into the ice and it rapidly melted away. “What are you doing, just staring?!” she yelled at the two boys. “Help me with this ice right now! He’s going to die there!”

A shiver ran through Shouto’s spine at the realisation. In his moment of panic, he had completely encased the man in ice. The cannonball the man had fired was merely ten centimeters away from the outer walls of his ice pillar. It fell to the ground with a dull clang as Preeta melted the ice.

Bakugou was the first of the two to react, moving to explode the ice to bits.

“Be careful,” Preeta told him.

He let out a hum between anger and acknowledgement.

Meanwhile, Shouto fumbled to his feet and joined the two in releasing the man from the icy death-trap he had created, all while guilt pooled in his gut. He had been incredibly sloppy, something he couldn’t possibly afford to be in this line of work.

He should know this by now.

***

By the time Shouto and Bakugou arrived back at the dorms for rest, it was already late morning, even after heading straight back to it without changing out of their hero costumes. The debrief had been short. All the perpetrators had been apprehended and this operation had been a success. For the most part.

Then, came Preeta’s debrief.

“You are a hero!” she chided. “You have a responsibility to control your quirk!”

Shouto had hung his head in remorse. He had no excuse for his behaviour. Thank god the man he had frozen had been largely intact after being suffocated in ice for an entire minute.

She ended the lecture with a sigh. “I know you’re just a kid, but being a hero means you of all people must remain calm.”

What was also terrifying was how silent Bakugou had been. He had spoken while talking to Preeta and some other heroes when he needed to. But there was a steely coldness in his anger as he refused to exchange any words with Shouto.

It was as he closed the door to their dorm room that he finally said anything to Shouto. “Spit it out. What’s bothering you?” His voice was seething and low.

“I-I don’t–”

“Do you take me for an idiot?” Bakugou’s palms began to smoke. “Something has been on your mind since god-knows-when so quit acting like a pussy and goddamn spit it out.”

Shouto looked at Bakugou with wide pleading eyes. “I… I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need you to fucking apologise! I’ve seen you bow your head so many times today already. If I weren’t with you 24/7, I’d think you were replaced with some life-size bobblehead. Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours already!” He groaned. “To think I was gonna let you tell me or solve this at your own time. Clearly you fucking need it forced out of you if you’ve let it bother you this fucking much.”

“It’s not…”

“I swear to fuck if you don’t tell me right now, I will rip your fucking jaw off and pull it out myself!” Bakugou spat.

Frustration and exhaustion bubbled beneath Shouto’s skin. “I’m really sorry. I am. But could you calm down?”

“Calm down?” Bakugou yelled. He threw his hands in the air and marched past Shouto. “How do you expect me to? After that stunt you pulled–”

Shouto’s vision was beginning to tunnel as he glared at Bakugou’s back. “I can’t explain with you shouting–”

“–you expect me to be calm?!” he roared as he threw his bag onto the floor in a rage.

“Just let me–”

Bakugou was still back-facing him as he yelled, “Just what the fuck is going through your head?”

“I could ask the same thing!” Shouto retorted. “Your mood has been so awful lately!”

“Yeah? At least I don’t fucking let it distract me! I’m not the one who nearly died!”

With a huff, he mumbled angrily, “Who said I was distracted?”

Bakugou scoffed as he spun around, sharp red eyes finally meeting Shouto’s mismatched ones. “You’re a bloody awful liar, Todoroki Shouto,” he growled out.

Fury spiked in Shouto’s blood. “I never felt the same way about you,” he stated. “Did you know that?”

#todobaku #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #bakutodo #tdbk #fanfic #my writing

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