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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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The dress (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You're looking for the perfect wedding dress.

Note: I mentioned the wedding in Hold on tight. So why not? / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

“I don’t like it,” Vincent stated, his tone not giving room for disagreement. “This silhouette doesn’t look good on you, mon amour. Try something else.”

The employee of the bridal store nodded nervously, but you had a hard time keeping your cool. “Vincent, you shouldn’t even see my dress before the wedding. Go home,” you ordered.

He slowly stood up and walked over to you. The sales associate took several steps back, giving you the chance to talk as privately as it was possible in the middle of the store. You looked into his green eyes as if you were challenging him, and the barely visible smile tugging on his lips gave away that he liked this little game of yours.

While he wanted to control your life, you kept testing the limits, reminding him that you only stay as long as you can have relative freedom. He didn’t like that, but he was willing to accept it for now. The wedding was something he wanted to keep in his own hands, though. He hired Europe’s best wedding planner to help with the event, and he wanted it to be a surprise for you. You could take part in the planning every once in a while, but you weren’t allowed to see the full picture before the big day.

“You want me to leave?” he asked you as he ran a finger down from your chin to tour your cleavage. “Say the word, love, and I’ll leave.”

You wanted him to leave, but as you thought about it, you realized that you were completely alone here in Paris. You didn’t have any friends, no one other than your fiancé to help you with choosing the dress. He knew that perfectly well, this is why he was so certain you would let him stay.

No, you shouldn’t let him control you like that. “Please, leave. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” you said quietly as you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Vincent drew in a sharp breath as he watched you. “All right, I’ll leave. But don’t expect to leave the bedroom anytime soon,” he told you with a predatory smile.

Nodding, you watched as he turned around and left the store. You knew you weren’t completely alone, he surely left some members of his security team around to keep you safe, but that didn’t matter now. After taking a deep breath, you turned to the employee with a wide grin and said, “Okay, let’s see something show stopping. I want his jaw to drop when he sees me.”

“As you wish. I have the perfect dress in mind,” she said kindly. “Please, wait in the fitting room, I will be there in a minute.”

Ten minutes later you were looking at your reflection in the mirror, admiring the dress you had on. It was perfect. As it turned out, this one came straight from the runway, and you could feel it in your bones that this was the one. But you needed a second opinion, and it sure as hell wouldn’t come from a sales associate who wanted to sell it to you.

God, you were thinking like Vincent already. You would have taken their advice back in New York.

You had your phone with you, so you quickly started a video call and waited for Winston to answer. You couldn’t tell your parents you were getting married to a guy you barely knew and they hadn’t met yet, but Winston knew about Vincent, and he was the closest thing you had to a father.

“Well, good afternoon to you,” he said with a smile.

“Good morning, Winston. I need your opinion.” He raised an eyebrow as he waited for your explanation. “I’m in a bridal store and I’m wearing a dress that I love, but I’m alone and I need a second opinion,” you said.

You could see the way he froze at the word bridal. Shit, you hadn’t told him yet. “Are you getting married?” he asked slowly. You bit on your lower lip as you nodded. “Congratulations, I believe.”

You glanced over at the employee, giving her a look that said she should leave the room for now. This was another trick you had learned from your fiancé, one that came in handy every now and then.

“I know it sounds bad, and rushed, and I shouldn’t do it, but–”

“You love him,” he finished for you. When you nodded, he let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you one hundred percent sure that this is what you want? A divorce can be messy, especially from him.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t hurt me.” It was a lie, you knew he would, but you didn’t want to worry him. Not when you were trying to focus on one thing at the time, in this case the dress. So you cleared your throat and began to change the topic. “As for the dress,” you said with a smile, “I wanted to go for something special, something grandiose. I want him to forget how to breathe when he sees me at the altar.”

You asked the employee to return and help you with the phone. She took it from you, introduced herself to Winston shortly, then began to film you from every angle. You couldn’t see Winston’s reaction, but you got more and more nervous as the seconds passed.

Then the woman gave you back the device, and you finally saw your friend. “What do you think?”

“It’s gorgeous,” he replied with a smile.

Nodding, you turned to the employee and told her you were choosing this one. When she left to take care of everything related to the purchase, and also giving you some more privacy, you turned your attention back to your old boss.

“How are you? We haven’t really talked in a while,” you added guiltily.

It was your fault entirely. He tried to call, but you never really picked up, and barely answered his messages. Everything happened this way because of Vincent, who kept you way too occupied to think about home. You were addicted to him, and sadly he knew that perfectly well.

“Well, I’m all right,” came his reply. “The new concierge seems to be good. Not as good as Charon, of course, but she will learn all the tricks eventually.”

“I’m glad to hear that. You know, I was thinking about going home for a week or two to visit my family. If I go, can I visit you too?”

“You’re always welcome in the Continental, dear.”

With a smile, you nodded and promised you would visit then. After this you quickly said your goodbyes, and you headed back to the fitting room in the company of another employee to get out of the dress. It hurt you to leave the beautiful dress behind, knowing it would take a while to get your very own, but you had to be strong for now.

It was late in the evening when Vincent got home from a meeting, and he immediately dragged you to the bedroom with a wicked smile. “I missed you so much,” he whispered against your lips.

You buried your fingers into his hair as you returned the kiss, smiling to yourself at the proximity that you were craving. But then you stopped and pulled away a bit, causing him to give you a questioning look. “I want to go home,” you began, suddenly realizing you phrased it quite badly. “It’s just a visit, for a week or two. I would see my parents, and maybe I would stop by the Continental.”

Vincent visibly relaxed after hearing the explanation. “You want me to stay here without you for that long?”

“I thought you should come with me. Not to the Continental, of course. I’m thinking about visiting my parents together,” you said.

He placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose as he thought it through. “I assumed you didn’t want to introduce me,” he noted with an interested look.

You shrugged. “I changed my mind. But you’ll need casual clothes, not these suits. They must believe that you’re just some guy from Paris,” you told him with a smile.

“Just some guy? Is that so?” he asked as he playfully bit your earlobe, then let his lips travel down your jawline. “I’m not sure I can do that.”

“Try. For me. Please,” you added, looking up at him with your big, begging eyes.

You knew this would work. “How could I say no when you’re begging me like this?” he asked huskily before pulling you into another, hungry kiss. “But I’ll make you beg all night in return, my love.”

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Trauma : Batboys x PTSD!fem!s/o

platonic version was here, but since @ultravioletqueen asked me to make a bit more advanced in terms of relationship here's how I see the romantic verse. And I took a bit different approach to this one.

Please, be aware that my knowledge about PTSD is limited, but I know about panic attack and anxiety so the story may be a bit more of the second kind.

Also, I'm biased towards Jay and I'm not sorry for that.

DICK

"I'm back!" his yelling came from the door and judging by the tone someone may think that he was gone for a week not just for an hour-long shopping. But when she did not response straight away some strange feeling grew in his stomach. "Y/N? Baby?"

'I...... I'm here......." the faintest of the voices came from the kitchen and he rushed there, still in his jacket and shoes, not caring about the risk of sploching the floor.

"It's happening again?" he asked, falling onto his knees on the floor next to her and she just nodded "Oh, my baby, you poor thing. Can I hug you?"

"Yes, please" she clung onto him with all the force she could gather in this weakened state, sobbing and shaking while he was rubbing her back, holding her tightly against his chest and kissing the top of her head repeatedly.

"I'm sorry" she cried "I'm sorry, it just won't go away after all this time. I'm sorry there's something wrong with me, that I'm broken. I'm sorry...."

"Stop it." she whispered, tightening the grip, but making sure it was stil comfortable for her and not suffocating. "You're not broken. You're just scarred and it makes you who you are. It makes you the person I love. The sensitive, helpful person who despite everything see the good in the world and fights to make it a better place for people. The person I chose to be with."

"Dickie....." she cried even more, hiding face in his shirt.

"Sh..." he cooed "Let it out. Let it all out. I'm here for you, love."

"But....."

"You don't have to talk. Unless you want to. Do you want to?"

"No."

"Then I'll just stay with you. For whatever long you need me. Hopefully, forever?"

"I don't ever want you to go." with every shook of her body, his heart skipped a bit. She shouldn't have been through all this pain and trauma, but there was no way he could change the past. The only thing he was capable of was making sure that the future held as many positive feelings and memories as possible.

"That's good. Cause I am one hell of a hard one to get rid of." he smiled. "Let;s get you off this floor and to bed, all right?"

"Mhm....." she muttered and Dick just picked her up, bridal style carrying her to the bedroom, covering with blanket and snuggling next to her in attempt to provide her with love, comfort and safety.

JASON

"Why are you up?"

"AH! What the fuck Jay?!" the cloth she had in one hand fell to the floor as she used the fork she had in the other as a potential weapon.

"It's 2 am. Why are you up?" Jason asked again

"And why are you here?" she crossed arms over chest, pouting, eyeing him up and down, still in his Red Hood gear "shouldn't you be patrolling?"

"I was in the neighbourhood. Saw a light here and came to check on you, you're welcome."

"Well as you can see I am perfectly fine, so you can go back to whatever you were doing....." she turned around towards the sink and resumed her cleaning fit. At 2 am. Jason's eyes travelled around the counter, crammed with dinnerrware she was frantically washing. Something was definitely wrong.

"Y/N" he spoke softly

"What?" she snapped, harsher than intended and the sound of her own voice made her sigh and rub the forehead "I told you I'm fine."

"Come with me" he tossed her the spare helmet lying on the shelf, nearby and she involuntarily caught it. At the same time he threw away his Red Hood helmet and jacket and changed it into civilian counterparts.

'Where.....?

"Just come with me" he grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out, into his motorcycle, forcing her to sit behind him. "Just hold on tight, all right, sweetie?"

They were speeding throught Gotham's streets, Jason focused on the road and Y/N's embrace on his waist. She was having an episode, he could tell. And damn the patrol, she always came first to him. So he dropped everything to just get her into the top of the highest building in Gotham. To get some perspective.

"Jay, why are we here?" she asked, voice trembling, looking down at the city, filled with lights "Wow. I never thought Gotham could actually look this beautiful. But still, why are we here?" she slightly moved away from the edge of the building. It was high and she did not want to fall off.

"When I came back from the death" he started, taking a place next to her reaching for her hand and intertwining their fingers together "I had flashbacks of what happened with Joker. Heavy ones. And the only way I knew how to deal with them was running away. As far as possible. So this...." he waved his hand around "was my safe place. Somewhere I came to calm down, somewhere peaceful and quiet and out of everyone's reach. No one knew about it, so they were out of my hair."

"But now I know....."

"You're the exception to every rule I set for myself."

"Jason....." she muttered, moving closer to him, resting head on his shoulder and feeling his arm sneak around her waist.

"And then you came into my life and became my anchor." he continued "I didn't need this place anymore. Look, baby, I know what it feels like to relive the past, all right? And I don't want that for you. So that's why we are here. To get away." he kissed top of her head affectionately "I won't let anyone hurt you, hope you know that. Even if that means saving you from yourself."

"Jay....." she whispered again, tilting her head up and their gazes met.

"Yes, princess?"

"I love you....."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

TIM

"Bruce, please, please, don't make me attend the gala."

"cut it, Y/N. You are going. You are the only one that I can actually believe will not turn it into a circus show.

And just like that, poor girl ended up at the annual Wayne Gala, dressed up from head to toe, feeling like a kid in her mother's clothes. Pretending to be someone else, someone confident, elegant, laid-back and maybe a bit conceited. She was Wayne Enterprises top employees, she should have known better than to beg Bruce to cut her some slack.

Instead, she was doing rounds and rounds, talking to potential investors, trying to charm her way into their hearts. All with the brightest smile on her face. The smile that could never reach her eyes, which slowly started to give away how terrified she truly was. It was suffocating.

"If you'll gentlemen excuse me for a second." she grinned politely finishing one of her countless converstations "I need to go to the ladies room."

While the guest just nodded in understatement, Bruce was far from letting her get a break.

"Y/N." he appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her elbow "There's one more group I need you to charm, all right?"

"Bruce...." she whined "please...."

"Just this one. I promise, Y/N."

"All..... all right" she stuttered and putting on her proffesional face approached three older men standing by the window. At first, it was easy to cover up for her shaking hands and trembling legs but then one of her interlocutors used some ill-fated words which triggered memories from the past.

"What do you think about that Miss Y/L/N?"

"I......" she tried to form a sentence but it felt like someone punched the air out of her lungs and like the world was spinning. However, just one glance at the man in front of her told her he did not notice a thing. Damn it she was good at pretending. "I think....."

"I think it's a proposition worth considering, Mr Jacobs." a warming touch to her forearm, a soft voice in her ear and the sense of someone's calming presence next to her grounded her immidiately. She sighed deeply and Tim squeezed her hand reassuringly, almost like he was trying to say I'm here now. He noticed her symptoms even from the other side of the room.

"Mr. Drake. Such a pleasure to see you. I was just explaining to this young lady here......"

"Y/n is an exeptional mind. My father and I really trust her opinions so if she thinks it's something to invest it, we surely will. Now if you excuse us, I really need to take something up with my girl." his hand travelled up to her waist when he slowly led her out of the prying eyes of the guests to the more secluded part of the manor.

"Are you all right, Y/N" he asked sitting her onto the stool and handling her a glass of cold water which she gladly accepted, sipping on it.

"I'm better now." she smiled faintly "how did you know?"

"'Cause no matter how many people I was talking to tognight, my focus was on you. Like always" he looked down, cheeks a bit flushed with the confession. "I know about your triggers, I know you asked Bruce not to come here tonight and I just ......"

"Tim. Tim, look at me." he raised his head to face her, face turning even more red when she cupped his cheek gently and rested her forehead on his "have I ever told you how great detective you are?"

"I don't mind listening to it a couple more times." he leaned into her touch.

"I can keep telling you that all night if it means we don't have to go back there."

"I'm pretty sure the other members of the family can handle this for a while, don't you?" he smiled and leaned forward to close the distance between them.

DAMIAN

he's obviously aged up

Sounds of punching and kicking were echoing through the training room in the manor. Y/N was not the one to use it very often since she as far from strength workout focusing rahter of speed and flexibility, but being in a very complicated relationship with the youngest son of Gotham's richest came with some benefits. Like now, when she was struggling with her PTSD and anxiety hitting on her again. Being the fighter she was, she decided to hit back. Literally. By putting on leisurewear and stand against some virtual opponents. Little did she know that there was a quiet figure standing behind her back watching her every move. She should have sensed him, she was trained it that, but once her mind started working against her it was like she was transferred to another reality. Only her and her memories, pain, fear and all the bad emotions. Maybe that was why despite being in quite good shape she was panting, sweating and shaking more than usual.

"I hate you...." she cried kicking another AI opponent "I.... I hate you...." single tear flew down her cheek but she not let any other appear.

"I don't think they care about your hatred" Damian smirked moving towards the center of the room "you should really control your feelings here Y/n."

"You don't know...."

"Oh I know. I know you are way to much in your head right now."

"Do you?" she scoffed, standing in the power position dead set on not letting him intimidate her.

"I do." he nodded, turning a bit more serious "And I mean it, if you don't get your ass out of your head you are going to hurt yourself. Or worse, get hurt. Or, the worst, humiliate yourself."

"Watch your words, Wayne!" she clenched her fists, anger seething through her every pore.

"Look at yourself" he smirked "wrong posture, overwhelmed with feelings, missed punches. Don't you think you should have just stick to being ordinary girl? Batman seems like too high tresholds for you."

"Is that what you think?" her eyes widened. Damian was not exactly known for his social skills, but she thought he might treat her differently. After all they were toghether, so why? And to add up to it, they were alone. There was no need to show this side of him, it was Y/N who he was talking to. And those words of his hurt. Probably more than she wanted to admit. And it made her face the reality or rather crash with the reality. Was she really not good enough? Subconciosly she started to recall all the latest things she did to help Batman and Robin and could not remember any mistakes. "Dami?"

"Of course not." he spoke calmly approaching her.

"So why did you say it?"

"Tell me where are you?"

"What?" she frowned. He did not make any sense.

"Where are you?" he repeated, eyes fixed on her confusied face

"At the manor?" she hesitated, not sure where all of this was going.

"And where were you a couple minutes ago?"

"Oh....." now she realised. What he said and most importanly how he said it, had one single purpose - bring her back. Make her think rationally and logically. And it did.

"Look, Y/N. I've been trained by the assassins, I'm still learning about.... you know....relations. But I try, all right?"

"I know you are. And I ....."

"Let me finish" he cut her off. "If there's anyone I want to learn with it's you, ok? But for now, I can only do as much as helping you ground. By being harsh sometimes. And.....I'm sor...." he stuttered "Nah, I'm not gonna say it."

"I don't want you too" she laughed wholeheartedly "that would be so out of character."

"You want to spar with me, Y/L/N?" he asked handling her some weapons and gently brushing his fingers over hers.

"Coming from you it sounds like a proposal."

"Don't get ahead of yourself Y/L/N".

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babybluebex · 11 months

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may i ask you for a fluff story with joe? i feel very lonely and have cried my eyes out, because my exams drain me and i’m fully exhausted, i’m doing my best to not forget eating and staying hydrated. i have crippling anxiety disorder. i’m a girl with disability, so my spine hurts out of the pressure.

can you write some blurb or fluff about joey taking care of me? <3 like making a cuppa of tea, hugging me, reassuring that he loves me and I will make it. i would be beyond thankful!!

oh darling i am so sorry to hear that you're having a hard time :( i hope this will help a little bit

He could tell that you were nearing your limit. You had practically locked yourself up in your office under the guise of studying for exams, but Joseph was starting to think that something else was happening in that room. You hardly came out, only when Joseph asked; you only ate when he delivered you a plate of food; and he tried to pretend that he couldn't hear you crying every so often. If you wanted to talk about it, you would, and he knew that, but he was a worry-wart and his heart hurt.

Finally, as he was getting ready for bed, he decided that enough was enough. He put the kettle on as he washed up after dinner, and he waited impatiently as it boiled and came to a whistle. He remembered exactly how you took your tea— a splash of milk, one spoonful or sugar, brewed endlessly until it was a deep, dark brown. For added love and comfort, he plated up your favorite biscuits, the ones with a thin layer of chocolate on them, and he carried the after-dinner snack to your office. Joseph lightly rapped on the closed door with his knuckles, and he said, "Darling? Are you awake?"

There was movement inside your office, and a sniffle, and the door opened slowly to show you. Joseph frowned at the state of you, your rumpled trackies and tear-stained face, and he stepped inside past you. There was in fact your study materials scattered around, pens and highlighters and textbooks, mountains of revisions, your computer open but abandoned. "Figured you could use a cuppa," Joseph said softly, settling the plate and mug on your desk. "I've missed you today."

"Missed you too," you mumbled, and Joseph's heart clenched in his chest. "But I've had so much work—"

"I know, it's okay," Joseph said. "C'mere, I want a hug."

"I need to—" you started, but Joseph shook his head.

"No, you don't," he said quickly. "It's time for bed, you can study more tomorrow."

"Joe, I need to finish," you protested, and Joseph only shook his head again and reached forward to slip his hands into your sweatshirt pocket. He drew you close to him, wrapping his arms fully around you, and he began to slowly rub your lower back, right where the ache persisted, and your complaints died on your tongue at the relief from pain. Your knees felt weak and you fell into Joseph's chest, and, as soon as you felt his warmth and smelled his warm cigarette scent, your tears began to really fall. "I'm so worried that I'll fail!" you sobbed, holding him tightly, and Joseph shushed you gently, squeezing you firmly. "I-I can't fail, baby, I just can't, and I'm so hungry and tired, but I need to study!"

"Please calm down," Joseph whispered, and you could tell that his throat was tight, near tears himself. "Come, sit down, eat a biscuit. I think your blood sugar is probably low and making you feel worse."

"Wanna lay down," you sighed, and Joseph kissed your head. He took up the plate of biscuits and the cup of tea, and he followed you like a little puppy to the bedroom. You sank into the mattress and sniffled, curling up on yourself, and Joe set the stuff down on your bedside table and laid down next to you. He stroked your arm and kissed your cheek, and he said softly, "Sit up, eat a biscuit."

You did as he asked, reaching out and taking the biscuit into your hand, and you nibbled on it as you gazed listlessly at the wall, trying to calm down. Joe continued to rub your back as he watched you, and he softly said, "I love you, my smart girl. You're gonna pass your exams with flying colors. You're gonna get the highest marks in the class, I know it. You're gonna make it through."

"But what if I don't?" you mumbled.

"But what if you do?" Joe pressed. "Darling, you're gonna do this perfectly, you've been studying so hard and I love you. You're so much smarter than me— fuck, I'm hopeless— but you're going to do amazingly, I have no doubt in my mind. And then when you've written your exams and passed with the highest marks, I'll take you to a nice dinner and celebrate how strong you are. Alright? Does that sound like a promise?"

You nodded, and you crawled over to Joe, settling yourself between his legs and nestling your head in the crook of his neck. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your lower back, and he said, "Now, let's watch something funny and get a laugh outta you. Wanna watch I Think You Should Leave?" You nodded quietly, reaching out for the cup of tea and sipping at it carefully, and Joe reached for the television remote, making sure to keep you in his grip. He pressed his chin into the top of your head and sighed, and he said, "I love you. Don't forget that."

#bex answers #anon ask #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x you

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arxxq · 11 months

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PLEASE TAKE A BREAK...

I'm sorry for not posting as much as I did before but starting this year I realised I have alot of work. And I'll be having alot of exams and test this year. I also found out I'll have another exam on the end of July and was informed that I'll be having our qualifying exams on September.

So this headcanon is specially made to student who are troubling with exams and their studies.

Headcanons w/ Itoshi Sae, Isagi Yoichi (might make a part two..? We'll see)

warning, rusty writing!!, Spelling errors

Itoshi Sae:

Sae knows how much your grades can effect you

Because whenever you get a c as an overall mark

You'd start doubting your capabilities

He doesn't like this at all...no matter how much he says it you still continue it

He hates your grading standards

He hates how you always doubt yourself

And he hates how you never rest after an exam

You'd always study nonstop and your breaks are so limited

So one day when he came home from practice

He noticed the lights of the house were off

Sae walked inside the living room to see it dark. The only light available was your study room. Entering it, there he saw you..calculating and writing. The state you were in was terrible. Your eyes had dark circles over them and so many coffee cups were on the table. "Mi amor..?" He called. You flinched and looked away from your work. "Oh sae..you're back already?" He sighed. It seemed like you lost track of time. "It's already evening.." your eyes widened surprised "oh I see" you look back to the table but before you could continue your wrist was stopped. "You haven't taken a break..have you at least eaten?" He asked. "Not yet but I will once I finish-"

"No you won't...I've gotten used to this by now [name].." you looked away from him. "I'm but mad..I know you're scared of failing but sometime you need to take a break too.." he used his fingers to pull your face to look at him. "sometimes even successful people take breaks..like I do, so please just at least eat or sleep for today," sae begged. "Okay...just for today,"

sae knows how much your grades matter, just like him, keeping his title matters alot to him..but even he knows that people have limits..so sometimes it's not so bad to take a break after all..

Isagi Yoichi

Just like you Isagi is a hard worker when it comes to achieving goals

Especially since being the best striker matters to him

But he worries about your health

He knows your grades is something you worry about

He knows you study so hard

And whenever you get an 80 you'd always say a 90 is better!

He knows you have goals to fulfill as well

But he worries how you don't take a break

So when he came to check on you in your apartment

He found it weird that the lights were off

He went to the study room and what he found was shocking

Isagi knocked on your apartment door but what weirded him out was that no one came to open the door. He texted you but it never delivered. Due to worry Isagi opened the door and he was shocked to find it unlocked and was even more caught off guard when the house was dark. He entered the house to search for you and when he opened your bedroom he started to worry. He saw you asleep on the table with a pile of notes. Some were even on the ground. He shook you to wake you up and you did but was surprised when you saw your lover. "Ah yoichi...uh omg! The house I'm sorry I fell asleep while studying and-" "it's fine...but are you okay?" You laughed it off. "Yeah I'm fine.." you replied but based on the way you looked you were clearly not.

Isagi looked at you not convinced. "Okay maybe not but I have to study...tomorrow is the last day of exams and it's my worst subject of all! I can't afford to fail!" Isagi sighed. "You won't..I know so," "but what If I do?! My grades it's important," you say. "But so is your health..love let me ask you..when was the last time you ate?" You looked away ashamed. "When was the last time you slept...?" You didn't reply. "I know your grades matter but your health is important as well...so for today let's just rest okay?" Before you could protest he said something. "As much as you don't want to I promise you it'll be worth it okay... especially since I'm here :)"

so for the whole day, you and Isagi just talked..well you could say that. Isagi loves you and he knows your grades is your top priority but to him your health is much more important than your grades..he knows it's hard for you to rest because you have your goals but Isagi Yoichi knows that sometimes you need to rest..so you can do even better afyerwards

I didn't even know it posted...

Do not steal my works

-sincerely HASINAH

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳aryssa;hasinah #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #bllk fluff #sae itoshi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x you #isagi x reader #yoichi

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fanficrambles · 2 years

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The Other Woman

CW/TW : Swearing? Brief mention of suicide attempt. Mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, and self harm.

— Summary : Being married to a pro hero is difficult but you knew that your relationship could withstand the late nights and early mornings. With the start of a new school year you were excited to send your son off to school. Who could have prepared you for the heartbreak that a seemingly minor event would entail.

— Note : Grammar and I don't get along so don't expect much from that department. Might change the name later on but we'll see. This series will continue to talk about depression, suicide, and self harm so please keep that in mind.

WC : 1.6k Part One

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April 2, 20XX

[5:00 am]

[In Mina's Bedroom]

"I'd like to make an appointment with Mr. Richter."

"We have an opening for six thirty am today if you can make it." The receptionist offers as you look at Mina who nods encouragingly.

"That'll work. You can put it under the last name ____." You give Mina a small smile as you hear the receptionist typing on their keyboard.

"Alright. We do recommend that you arrive ten minutes before due to our limited parking. As for any payment you will pay after your session and we can discuss future appointments as well. Do you have any questions?" The receptionist asks.

"No I think that's all I need to know for now. Thank you."

"Have a great day ma'am." The receptionist says before they hang up.

You let out a sigh as you plop down on Mina's bed.

"A great first step!" Mina encourages with a smile.

"sure." You hide your face in a pillow as you sigh again. "I wasn't expecting to have to go in so soon."

"This is a good thing though. You won't have time to back out of it without paying a hefty fine." Mina states proudly as she puts a hand on your back.

"I'm married to a pro hero. A last minute cancellation fee is nothing to me." You look up to see her roll her eyes.

"Speaking of Katsuki... Have you thought of when you'll call him?" Mina asks as she looks into your eyes.

"no. i know i have to talk to him soon though." You avoid her gaze as you instead decide to focus on the pattern of her comforter. "I'll call him after the session. You wouldn't mind letting me crash here for a few more days would you?" You look up at her as you ask your question.

"My home is open to you any day of the week sweetness." Mina says before planting a gentle kiss on your head.

"I miss him." You rest your head on her lap as you frown. You should have stayed and waited until your son got home. He must ha-

"Don't spiral. You had to leave for your own mental health. Katsumi is okay and you can make it up to him when you return." Mina reassures.

"You're amazing Mina." You smile as she puts a comforting hand on your head.

"I know. Now go get ready." Mina says before you groan.

"Fine." You get up and get ready to go out.

[6:20 am]

[In the therapist's office]

You fidget with the hem of your shirt as you wait for your appointment time.

Mina had made sure that you would attend this session and had gone as far as to drive you there before leaving with your car. You had laughed when she told you that she would only text you the location of your car after your session.

You watch a violet haired man walk out of the therapists office and offer him a small smile when your eyes meet.

"Miss. ____, you can come in now." Richter says as he steps out of the office.

You stand and walk into the office before the man closes the door.

"Please make yourself comfortable." Richter says before motioning to a couch.

You sit down and watch as he sits down across from you.

"So what prompted you to seek therapy now?" Richter asks as he relaxes into his armchair.

"My husband and I had an argument last night and I snapped." You clasp your hands together as you sigh.

"And why didn't you?" Richter asks as he watches you.

"I called a friend to say goodbye and to keep an eye on my son for me." You laugh bitterly as you recall the brief conversation. "I told her that I couldn't do it anymore and that I.. well that I didn't want to be here."

"Here being?" Richter asks as you finally look up at him.

"As in I didn't want to be alive any longer."

"And have you had thoughts like those before?" Richter asks as his expressions remains blank.

"Yes. I've struggled with suicidal thoughts as well as self harm since I was young."

"How did your parents react to this?" Richter asks.

You frown at the mention of your parents before you look down. "They said it wasn't true. No amount of doctor's telling them otherwise could convince them. The first time I tried to kill myself they said that I had only done it for attention." You clench your fists as you bite the inside of your cheek.

"What about your husband? What was his reaction when you shared those emotions." Richter asks as you relax your hands.

"He did his best to support me." You smile to yourself as you think back to the earlier years of your relationship. "He would stay up and talk me through episodes and I was able to improve." Your mood drops as memories of recent months fill your mind. "The thoughts have never fully gone away but I thought that I was better."

"What situations caused these emotions and thoughts to come forth again?" Richter asks.

You look up at him with a frown. "It started four months ago."

[7:56 am]

[On the road]

"Do you want me to stop by the store before I head back?"

"Could you get some popsicles and some of those powdered donuts?" Mina asks as you stop at a red light.

"Sure. Love you."

"Love you! Drive safely!" Mina says before you hang up and make your way to the grocery store.

[8:30 am]

You make a turn as you hum along with the music. You nearly jump out of your skin when the music is interrupted by your ringtone. "Holy fuck." You answer the call as you feel your heart pounding in your chest.

"I didn't forget about you having to call Katsuki after your appointment!" Mina exclaims as soon as you answer.

"Okay first off you nearly gave me a heart attack and second I hate you. I'll call him as soon as I hang up."

"Good luck!" Mina says before quickly ending the call.

You sigh as you make a turn. "Call Katsuki." You smile slightly when he picks up after the first ring.

"Where the hell did you go? I called your old man and he said that you didn't go to them." Bakugo asks angrily.

You knew that he wasn't angry but actually anxious and had been waiting for your call. "I went to stay with a friend. I couldn't face my parents in my state." You consider telling him about your therapy session before you decide against it. "I need time 'suki."

"Just call to talk to the kid." Bakugo says with a sigh.

"I will. I'm sorry for leaving."

"You need space. Just don't do anything stupid." Bakugo states.

You smile as you know what he is referring to. "Like go on a trip to America?"

"Exactly." Bakugo says with a small laugh. "i love you."

"I love you too." You can't help but smile as things start to feel like before.

[5:30 pm]

[In Mina's living room]

"I'm home!" Mina calls out as she enters the apartment.

"How was the class?" You finish dusting her bookcase before you turn and smile at her.

"They were able to learn two new dances. I think they're going to be my favorite group." Mina says with a smile as she throws herself on the couch. "How was therapy?"

"It felt good to let things out. We talked about my parents and Katsuki." You sit on the arm of the sofa as you sigh. "I also called Katsuki."

"And?" Mina says as she lifts her head to look at you.

"I told him that I needed time and that I'm staying with a friend."

"Did he say something stupid?" Mina asks as she props herself up on her elbows.

You shake your head as you look at her. "He was kind and understanding. I don't know why I was trying to avoid calling him." You run your fingers through her hair before smiling. "I'm going to call Katsumi when Bakugo says he's available.

"That's great! You see how much things have improved in only a day." Mina points out with a smile of her own.

"You were right." You could feel hope blossoming in your chest as you think of how things will improve from then on.

[8:00 pm]

You look at your phone for the fourth time in the past three minutes.

"He still hasn't responded?" Mina asks as she peeks at your phone.

"No but you know how he leaves his phone at times to disconnect."

"He can be such an old man sometimes." Mina states.

You smile as you nod. "I love that about him."

"Of course." Mina says with a roll of her eyes.

You playfully elbow her in the stomach before the two of you go on to watch a show.

[10:57 pm]

[Mina's guest bedroom]

You play a game on your phone as you lay down on your bed. You switch from the game to the messages with Bakugo.

[Your Phone]

{Katsuki}

Is everything okay?

You didn't get too injured on patrol did you?

Katsuki - Just had a long day.

Katsuki - The kid already fell asleep. Sorry

It's okay

Get some sleep

Love you

Katsuki - Love you

You roll onto your back with a relieved sigh. If every day turned out as emotionally productive as today then you would be back home in no time.

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mysteriousangels · 1 year

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Solo Para: Am I Worthy?

Hyson was at home for the moment doing a last-minute trip since his sister's son got sick at the last moment and she decided to stay home. It was nothing big he had to do just a simple meet and greet with the people in town so he could hear out their complaints. It was one his favorite things to do since it allowed him to understand the people, he had dedicated his whole life to a little better.

" 妈妈(mom), do you think I'm fit to rule the country? I know a lot of people need me to be ready but what if I'm not good enough. I'm still naive and I don't know as much as I should about everything around me." He said doubting himself slightly.

His mother finished dressing him and grabbed his face looking him dead in the eye. " Hyson Baihu Zhao, how many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to know everything or be everything to be worthy of ruling the country. It's okay if you're not ready, you're still young and you have a full life to live. But you shouldn't push yourself beyond your limits for the sake of China. Enjoy your freedom, please. You worry more than your father and your sisters combine. You're going to burn out before you turn 25." She laughed softly and smiled a bit worried for Hyson since she knew he wouldn't listen. She walked over to wear his crown sat and looked at it almost regretting her choices over the years. "New plan, let's not wear anything fancy and signifies us as royalty." She smiled happily at her son.

Hyson turned to look at his mother, his brows furrowed wondering where the sudden change had come from. He was about to ask her why when he saw her stumble slight which made him pause everything. "Are you okay?" He asked her quietly.

"I'm fine it's just I've bee-" His mother started off a bit frantic about worrying her son as she moved around. Suddenly the world was sideways and then it was black.

Hyson had quickly caught his mother before she hit the ground and checked her forehead and her pulse. He mumbled quietly in Chinese feeling her burning forehead. His mother had a pretty weak immune system so even the small cold could have been deathly and one thing that him and his mother had in common was that they we both over worked themselves even when they were sick and tired. He called out to the guard and picked up his mother running out of his room.

Meeting the guards halfway he frantically told them what happened and stayed with his mother while they had to fetch the royal physician. While he was waiting hid father talked him into going to event and seeing him people while he took care of his mother. For the first time in his life, he didn't want to go and resented the idea of leaving his mother even if it was with his father, but he went either way. When he came back the looks of pity on the staff face was enough to have Hyson running for his mother's bedroom and demanding the guards to let him in.

"What happened? Is she okay?" He demanded from his father, upset that he wasn't told sooner about what was going on.

"Baihu mind, yourself. You're still a prince and have a duty to your people." His father stated knowing exactly why the boy was mad but fir once he couldn't empathize with him, since his people came first.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE A PRINCE RIGHT NOW; THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME FATHER. HOW MANY TIMES WILL IT TAKE BEFORE MY MOTHER, THE WOMAN YOU MARRIED, THE WOMAN WHO GAVE BIRTH TO YOUR HEIR IS PUT FIRST. YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME THE FIRST THREE TIMES AND I WASNT ALLOWED TO COME THE FOURTH. She's not my sisters' mother, why do you force the same standards upon her knowing her health?" He asked the last part quietly holding his mother's hand and falling to his knees. "Do you intend to work my mother to her death as you did your last wife?" He asked which shocked his father.

The room was quiet, and his father stood up. "I think we should talk after you have properly calmed down." He said quietly and went to rest his hand on Hyson's shoulder to offer him some comfort only for Hyson to reel at the man's touch. Sadden by Hyson's reaction he left without another word as Hyson squeezed him mother's hand trying not to cry, needing to be strong for when she woke up.

#Solo para: Am I worthy?#Hyson Zhao #you can only be emperor if the people allow it

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stevie-evans-dom · 2 years

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BINGO @alejandro-lodge Chastity

Although the two hadn’t done any scenes together, after hearing that Alex had been attracted to Stevie yet hesitant, he wanted to ensure that the submissive became comfortable with Stevie’s body. Chastity was something so easy, especially with Alex’s description of how it made him feel, and Stevie already had a cage picked out for the man, laid out on his bed just waiting for him to arrive.

Stevie was used to showing others just how he liked to be pleased, so really this wasn’t anything new, and Alex had seemed so eager to learn, it only made Stevie excited to teach him.

Alex was beyond excited to get the chance to submit for Stevie. He loved all of the Evans siblings, and just knowing that Stevie was related to them made him comfortable despite his nerves of doing this with a different body than he was familiar with. He was already hard inside his skinny jeans when he settled on his knees in front of Stevie's suite and knocked three times on the door.

Stevie stood up almost instantly at the sound of the knocking, making his way to his door. The sight of the submissive kneeling before him instantly made him smile as he stepped to the side, making room for Alex to enter. “Hi there, sweetheart. Come on in.” Any nerves that Stevie may have had suddenly washed away as he saw the man before him. “Can I get you anything before we get started? I’d like to discuss limits again, and your safe word, of course.”

"Hi, Sir!" Alex grinned broadly up at Stevie and crawled into the man's suite, making sure to clear the path of the door before he stopped and sat back on his heels, still kneeling. "I don't think I need anything, Sir, but thanks for the offer. Um, I use the traffic light system, and I don't want anything inside me or any permanent marks or anything like that."

“You let me know if that changes, okay? Even if it means stopping the scene.” Stevie reached down and placed a gentle hand in Alex’s hair, running his fingers through it. “Traffic light is easy enough, as are your limits. Shall we get started? I’ll have you undress in the bedroom and then we can properly cage that cock of yours before you undress me.”

Alex nodded. "Yes, Sir," he said. "That's what my safeword is for." He smiled up at the Dom, enjoying the hand in his hair. He was reluctant to move away from the touch, but he knew he should so they could start the scene. "Sounds good, Sir," he said before crawling back to the bedroom with the open door. He waited for Stevie to join him before he started taking his clothes off, piling them neatly against a wall.

“That’s exactly right. And I won’t be offended if you need to use it. I’d rather you say it if you need to,” Stevie said reassuringly. He watched as Alex crawled into the room, and followed close behind, smiling at how quick he was to follow the directions of undressing himself. “You look even more handsome undressed. I didn’t believe that was possible. Why don’t you sit on the end of the bed, and I’ll put the cage on you, and if it’s too tight, just say so.”

Alex knew that Stevie would respect his safeword if he needed it, and that's part of the reason he felt safe doing this new scene with him. He was more worried about accidentally saying or doing something wrong, but Stevie was aware of his nerves. It would be an enjoyable scene. He blushed deeply at the compliment and said, "Thank you, Sir," while looking down at his lap. He followed the order easily, though once he was on the bed, it was obvious that his cock *definitely* wasn't in the right state to be caged.

Stevie looked down once Alex was on the bed, his attention very quickly falling to the submissives cock. “Well, I don’t think that I can put a cage on that, can I? I’ll give you two options. We can just wait for it to go down on its own, or I can let you get yourself off. Which would you prefer?”

Alex bit his lip and looked up at Stevie. He didn’t know which option to take. The second one sounded way more appealing, but… “Have I actually earned that, Sir?” he asked. “The… getting off option?”

Stevie raised his brow, amused at the question. “I don’t know, Alex. Do you believe that you’ve earned that. You tell me.” Maybe it was a test, truthfully Stevie would be fine with whichever choice the man chose, but seeing him contemplating like this, only made Stevie enjoy this situation more.

Alex chewed on his lower lip as he thought about his options here. Eventually, he shook his head, looking down at his lap. “No, Sir,” he said. “I— I haven’t actually earned that yet.” He lifted his gaze up. “I wanna be good for you, Sir.”

Stevie let out an amused hum. “Good boy. So then we’ll talk…about non sexual things until we can get you soft enough to get that cage on. And then we’ll continue. Okay?” Stevie confirmed the plan as he sat down next to Alex, placing a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder.

Alex swallowed hard as Stevie joined him on the bed. “I, um…” He glanced over at the Dom. “I don’t think that’s gonna be too successful with you touching me like that, Sir,” he said. “Um… what should we talk about?” Every non-sexual topic possible had somehow flown right out of his head.

Stevie nodded, removed his hand with a slight chuckle. “My apologies. Well um, how about what’s your favorite animal?” Stevie realized himself that it wasn’t the greatest topic. But he as well was struggling to think of something.

Alex let out a little breath of relief when Stevie pulled away from him. “Thank you, Sir,” he said. He took a few seconds to try to will his dick to soften before he replied. “I’m a dog kind of guy, mostly,” he said. “I mean… in addition to pet play. I love the thought of having a loyal best friend waiting for me at home every day, y’know?”

“I get that,” he replied. “I love dogs. I think that they’re a great companion.” Stevie smiled at his answer, happy they found a topic. “I like giraffes. My reason isn’t quite as nice though. I like how they fight with their necks.”

Alex twisted on the bed, his one leg bending at the knee as he turned to look at Stevie. “They fight with their *necks*?” he asked. “That sounds… dangerous.”

Stevie let out a chuckle at the reaction he got from Alex. “It’s literally insane. They just swing their necks into each other! I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Alex laughed, more loudly than Stevie. “That’s so wild,” he said. “I’ll have to search for videos on YouTube later.” He glanced down at his crotch, where his cock had started to deflate some. If he looked too long, though, it might be counter-productive. He looked up at the spot where the wall met the ceiling in front of him. “I, um… I think you can maybe do the thing now, Sir.”

“You’ll definitely have to. Let me know what you think, okay?” Stevie laughed along with him. He noticed Alex looking down, and his eyes followed along as well, noticing that his cock was now softer. “I agree, now no sexy thoughts for just a second, okay?” he said teasingly as he reached behind himself, grabbing the cock cage and quickly yet efficiently placing and securing it onto Alex’s cock. Once it was on, he ran his finger over the now locked away cock, smiling. “There we go. Much better, hm?”

Alex held his breath while Stevie secured the cage over him, and he gave an involuntary shudder when Stevie ran his finger along the cage. “Um,” he began, as his cock started to press against the inside of its confines. “Y-yeah, Sir,” he said. “Definitely better.”

“Does it feel alright?” Stevie looked directly at Alex as he asked, wanting to be sure that he was honest. “Is it uncomfortable in anyway? Too tight? Pinching?”

Alex wasn’t sure whether to nod or shake his head, so instead he just looked into Stevie’s eyes. “It’s good, Sir,” he said. He was definitely struggling to get hard again, but that was the point, wasn’t it? He went in a my pain. “Like a hug.”

“Good. And remember at any point if it gets too much you just tell me and I’ll take it off.” Stevie gave him a reassuring smile before squeezing his shoulder. “Now…I believe the next part was to undress me, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” Alex said. It made him feel so much more comfortable, knowing how much Stevie was focused on Alex’s comfort and safety. He blushed at the thought of undressing the other man, and he gave a small, tight nod. “I, um… that’s it, Sir, yeah,” he said. He grabbed Stevie’s shirt at the waist and began to tug it up over his head.

Stevie smiled once again, sitting up straight and doing his best to help the other remove his clothing. He lifted up his arms, allowing for Alex to remove his top, and revealing his torso and chest. Standing up, he turned to face Alex to give him access to his jeans now.

Alex smiled up at Stevie when his torso was revealed. His skin was smooth and looked delicious, but his heart sped up a bit when he looked down at the Dom’s jeans. He bit his lip and blushed as he reached out to undo the fly and push the jeans down to the floor. “Like… that, Sir?”

Stevie kept his breathing steady, trying to reassure Alex silently that he was doing well. “Just like that. You’re doing so good for me, sweet boy.” He stepped to the side, kicking his jeans off and pushing them away with his feet. Now standing just in his briefs, he looked down at Alex. “How are you? Are you okay with taking off my briefs?”

“I’m good, Sir,” Alex replied, nodding his head. He was somehow just as nervous now as he’d been the first time he’d seen Beau or Gunner naked in front of him, but he was just as excited, too. He didn’t hesitate to reach out and tug Stevie’s briefs down over his hips and thighs, letting them fall down to the floor as well. When he was done, he leaned backward, straightening his spine as he sat on the bed.

Stevie wiggled a little bit, letting his briefs slide down off his hips and legs. He gave them the same treatment and kicked them off to the side. Now standing completely bare, he couldn’t hide his slight arousal from Alex; cock hardening and glistening with the slick that came from his opening. He walked back to the bed, climbing on, and situating himself at the head of it so that he was lying down. “We can begin whenever you’re ready. Or you’re free to just explore my body without instructions.”

Alex tried not to look at Stevie’s body too closely, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. And that was kind of the point of this, wasn’t it? He shifted on the bed once Stevie settled in. “I, um… I think I’d like the instructions, Sir. I don’t wanna do anything wrong.”

Stevie’s face softened. Alex was absolutely so sweet, and as comfortable as Stevie wanted to make him, Alex was making him just as comfortable. “I can assure you that you aren’t going to do anything wrong, sweetheart. Why don’t you get on top of me, straddle my thighs? And just touch my chest a little to start?” he suggested. It wasn’t like his chest would be much different than any other man’s chest that Alex had experience with, but with the added scars from his top surgery, it may add some contrast.

“Okay, Sir,” Alex said, letting out a slow breath. He felt better with Stevie’s reassurance that he wasn’t going to do anything wrong. “I can do that.” He got up onto his knees and settled in nicely on top of him, his legs spread wide over the other man’s thighs, and as he bent forward, his caged dick pressed into the other man’s body. Hesitantly, he slid the fingertips of his left hand along Stevie’s chest before flattening his palm out against him, too. He dragged his right hand up along Stevie’s side, and before he realized what he was doing, he was tracing along a scar. He blushed when he realized what he was doing and glanced up at the Dom’s face. “Does this hurt, Sir?”

Stevie smiled as Alex climbed on top of him, happy to see that there wasn’t too much hesitation coming from the other man as he did so. But he noticed it as he did run his hands along his chest, stopping at the scars. Stevie shook his head adamantly in response to his question. “It doesn’t hurt at all. It did when I first got the surgery, but now it’s just kind of there. It’s okay to touch it, Alex, I don’t mind.”

Alex's blush deepened. "You're sure it's okay, Sir?" he asked, then shook his head a little. "Sorry. I know you wouldn't have said that if you didn't mean it. I just... this feels so personal. So private. Like I'm intruding almost." He bit down on his lip for a moment before bending his head down to press a kiss to the scar under his fingers.

“I promise you,” Stevie reassured. “It is personal. But, I’m choosing to share this with you, Alex, because I trust you and I want to show you my body and how it works.” He couldn’t help the smile as Alex pressed a kiss to his scars, his hand gently cradling the back of the others head. “You’re very sweet, Darling.”

Alex's face was still hot as he lifted his head up to look at Stevie. "Thank you for giving me your trust, Sir," he said before pressing his lips to the other's chest a few more times. He worked his way up his torso until he reached his neck. "Can I kiss you for real, Sir? Please?"

Stevie let out a few breathy moans as Alex kissed along his chest and neck, reeling in the feeling of the soft lips pressed against his skin. “How could I ever deny such a sweet request? You can, sweetheart,” he answered just as he pulled the other down to meet his own lips, pressing them together in a soft yet firm kiss.

Alex opened his mouth to thank Stevie for the permission, but he was kissed instead. He moaned softly into the Dom's mouth and rocked his hips forward as his cock strained in its cage, wanting desperately to be able to harden. He gasped as he pulled back. "Thank you, Sir," he finally got a chance to say, before he kissed him again.

Stevie smiled against Alex’s lips, chuckling once he pulled away. “You’re more than welcome,” he replied before returning the second kiss, this time deepening it a little bit more as he moved his hand to the small of the others back, pressing Alex’s body firmly against his own, allowing him to feel every inch of the expanse of his skin.

Alex moaned against Stevie's lips, thoroughly enjoying both the kiss and the way the other man was pulling him down against him. His only frustration was the cage he was in, but he tried not to let it bother him. He knew Stevie's pleasure should be his focus right now, and he was happy to do just that. "How can I make you feel good, Sir?"

Stevie finally pulled away, continuing to rub small circles against Alex’s back. “I want you to touch my cock, if that’s okay with you. You can climb off my lap and I’ll spread my legs apart so you can have better access,” he said as he moved his legs a bit, shuffling them both around. “It works pretty much like any cis gendered man’s cock does, Alex. The only difference is that I don’t produce anything out of it when I orgasm. All of my come comes out of my entrance. So, you can either use lube if that makes you more comfortable or use some of my slick that I naturally produce. Up to you.”

Alex scooted backward so that he was in a better position to touch Stevie's cock. He bit his lip as he looked down at him and listened to the explanation. "It's..." He shook his head as he cut himself off. *It's bigger than I expected,* is what he'd been going to say, but something told him that wasn't polite. "I can use yours, Sir." It sounded like using lube was Stevie's second choice, and Alex wanted to try something new, anyway. He cautiously reached between Stevie's legs until his fingers felt wetness, and he then slid them up to his cock, wrapping his fingers around him and starting to stroke hesitantly. "Um, like this, Sir?" he asked, looking up at the Dom's face for confirmation.

Stevie raised a brow as Alex cut himself off, but chose not to push it. Instead he nodded as Alex slid his fingers in between his legs, collecting some of his juices and then wrapping his fingers around his increasingly hardening dick. He could sense the hesitation, but the pride he had for Alex trying something that he hadn’t done before was coming through. “Yeah, sweetheart, just like that. You can, fuck, put your fingers on either side of it too, and sort of shake it a little bit. Typically any sort of stimulation to it feels really good.”

Alex didn't realize he was chewing on his lower lip as he watched his fingers moving around Stevie's dick. It really wasn't that different from his own cock, or Gunner's or Beau's or anyone else's, for that matter. And the self-lubing thing was kind of a bonus, too. He did as Stevie suggested and tried shaking it a bit, and he pulled his eyes away to watch Stevie's reaction again.

Stevie’s cock was rock hard now as Alex did what he had instructed. His eyes fell shut, one hand falling to the side to grip the sheets below him. “That’s it, Sweetheart. You’re making me so hard and wet. You’re doing so good for me,” he spoke encouragingly. “Do you want to try fingering me?”

Alex couldn't believe how much he was clearly turning Stevie on just with his fingers. He looked amazingly hot like this, and Alex whined as his cock struggled in its cage. "Can I, Sir?" he asked hesitantly. "I wanna learn how to make you feel so good."

“Whining already? You’re so eager, Alex,” he pointed out. “You really are such a good little submissive. I want you to take one finger, and circle it around my entrance, gather up as much of my juices as you can and then press inside. It’ll feel different, wetter and warmer than what you’re used to.”

Alex beamed with pride at all of Stevie's praise for him. He was definitely well outside his comfort zone right now, but knowing that he was proving how good he was to a new Dom made such a big difference. "Yes, Sir," he said, nodding as he received his instructions. He was still hesitant as he slid his right hand down in between Stevie's folds, his index finger out as he swirled it around, getting it wet. With a glance up at Stevie's face to make sure he was doing this right, he bit his lip and slowly pushed his finger further in.

Stevie kept his eyes on Alex, continuing to see if anything changed in his comfort levels. But he seemed alright as he pressed a single finger inside, causing a moan to release from Stevie’s lips. “Oh god…that’s so good, Alex. Hook it upwards, just like that, Sweetheart.”

Alex's face was sure to be bright red, flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pride at the way Stevie was reacting to his touches. He curled his finger upward, trying to do exactly what he was instructed to do, even as his cock throbbed with need.

Stevie continued to let out soft moans as Alex did exactly what he did, curling his finger up and finding his sweet spot. “Oh god…yes…” Absentmindedly, Stevie ground his hips down onto Alex’s finger, desperate for more. “You can put another finger in, baby.”

Stevie was very clearly into this, and that was hot enough that Alex forgot about all of his worry about doing something wrong with the Dom's body. "Y-yes, Sir," he said breathlessly, his cock straining in its cage. He pushed another finger inside, and it surprised him with how easily it went in. With his other hand, he took hold of Stevie's cock, sliding his fingers along it again like Stevie had told him to do earlier.

Stevie smiled down at Alex, clearly seeing the submissives nerves washing away as he pushed another finger in. But it was when he started stroking his cock again that Stevie realized that Alex was really getting comfortable. “Oh fuck…that’s it. You wanna make me cum, Sweetheart?”

It took a second for Alex to fully hear Stevie's question, and he nodded eagerly as soon as he did. "Oh, yes, Sir," he moaned, shifting a little to get some relief for his own cock, unsuccessfully. "Please?"

Stevie smiled at Alex’s plea. “Yes, Sweetheart. And then once you’ve made me cum, I’m going to take that little thing off of you and let you have an amazing orgasm. How does that sound?”

Alex's face flushed at the mention of a possible orgasm for himself, and he nodded his head vigorously. "That sounds amazing, Sir!" he said before focusing his attention on Stevie's body, sliding his fingers in and out a bit faster, not sure what else to change to make him come.

“I’m glad.” Stevie let out a moan as Alex quickened his pace, Stevie’s body shifting down to meet his fingers each time. “Alex…how do you feel about using your mouth?”

Alex's fingers slowed when he heard Stevie's question. He bit his lip and looked up at the Dom, nodding shyly. "Y-yes, Sir, please," he said, his nerves suddenly back with a vengeance. "But I, um... I don't know what to do."

Stevie nodded understandingly. “It’s okay, I’ll walk you through it just like I did with the other things,” he spoke reassuringly, carding a hand through the man’s hair. “You’re just going to focus mainly on my cock, if that’s what makes you most comfortable. You can lick it, suck it, whatever feels right to you. I think sucking it may be easiest for you?”

Alex nodded, pressing his head further into Stevie's hand. The touch calmed his nerves almost immediately. "I think so too, Sir," he said, "but, um... I wanna do whatever you like best. I promise, I'll make it so good for you." He shifted backward a bit so his head was more in line with Stevie's crotch, and he wrapped his lips around his cock, looking up to the Dom for approval as he started to suck.

Stevie kept his hand on Alex’s head, not moving it even as he shifted down more and placed his lips on his cock. His mouth opened with a small gasp as he began to suck on his cock. “That’s it…god you’re so good, Sweetheart. Such a natural.” Stevie let out small moans as he ran his thumb along Alex’s cheek. “I’m so proud of you…”

Stevie's praise shot straight down to Alex's cock, and he whimpered around the dick in his mouth as his own pressed insistently against its confines. He responded to the praise by wrapping his tongue around Stevie's cock, giving it all the attention he could in order to bring him to an orgasm.

Stevie hummed in response to Alex pressing against his own cock. “So soon, Sweetheart. You’ll get that off soon, I promise,” he spoke softly as he began to grind his hips down once more, this time pushing them down into Alex’s face. “Fuck…keep going…” he trailed off as the muscles in his stomach tightened, signaling that his orgasm was close. “I’m gonna cum.” Just as he finished speaking, his whole body began to shake, and he found himself gripping onto Alex’s hair a bit tighter than before as he rode out his orgasm.

Alex whimpered when he realized Stevie was coming from his efforts with his hand and mouth. It was different than anything he'd experienced before, and that made him extra proud that *he* was the one to make the Dom feel this way. He worked him through his orgasm, not wanting to pull away until Stevie made him. He didn't know if he'd get oversensitive like the other guys he'd been with, and he wanted to make him feel as good as he could for as long as he could.

Stevie allowed himself to get the most out of his orgasm, practically riding Alex’s face until it was too much, the overstimulation coming into affect and he had to gently push the man’s face off of him as he let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck, Sweetheart. You did so good,” he said with a kind smile. “So good. Thank you for letting me teach you how to do that. Now, I believe I promised you an orgasm of your own?” he said teasingly as he shifted on the bed, tucking his legs up under himself as he motioned for Alex to come closer so that he could begin undoing the cage.

Alex pulled away as soon as he felt Stevie pushing him away. He licked his lips and then blushed when he realized what he was doing. "Thank you, Sir," he said, his cheeks only growing redder at the praise. He bit his lip as he crawled forward until he ended up kneeling in front of the Dom, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. "I really earned it?"

Stevie hummed in response as he unlocked the cage and tossed it to the side, watching as Alex’s cock sprung to life. “You most certainly did, Sweetheart. You were such a good boy. An amazing boy, honestly. And good boys get to cum for me. I want you to jerk yourself off for me.”

Alex struggled to stay upright as the cage was pulled off of him and his cock was finally able to get hard like it had been trying to do for the past half hour. His grin hurt his cheeks a little bit at all of the praise, but he definitely wasn't going to turn it down. "Yes, Sir," he said breathlessly as he let go of his hands and brought them in front of him. "Thank you, Sir." He wrapped his right hand around his cock and moaned at the contact, his eyes falling closed and his head falling back. He stroked himself lightly, teasingly, letting his body readjust to having the cage off.

Stevie kept his eyes on Alex, moving back and forth from his cock to his face. He watched as the man who had just moments ago had his tongue buried deep inside of him now stroked his beautiful cock. “Look at you, so absolutely beautiful, Alex. I want you to show me just how you like to get yourself off. Enjoy this, for me.”

Stevie's words washed over Alex, and he opened his eyes again. He wasn't able to hold the Dom's gaze for very long, and he blushed deeper as he ducked his head. "Yes, Sir," he mumbled, suddenly very embarrassed to be putting on a show like this--though that wasn't to say he didn't like it very much. He took a deep breath as he closed his fingers more tightly around his cock and began to stroke himself more earnestly, flicking his wrist as he got to the tip on every other stroke. Before long, he was panting heavily his cock solid and leaking in his grasp and his balls aching with need.

Stevie felt himself growing wet again, but he ignored his own wants as his focus remained on Alex. He’d gotten what he wanted and needed out of the scene, it was now Alex’s turn. He studied the way that the submissive flicked his wrist, how he tightened his fist and gasped, it was absolutely beautiful. “Do you want to cum, Alex?”

Hearing Stevie's question, Alex nodded immediately. "Y-yes, Sir," he said, still nodding, his hand still jerking himself off the way he liked best. "Please? Can I-- can I please come, Sir?"

Stevie didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t want to play games with Alex’s orgasm any longer. The man had been denied for so long and done so good with that, that it was finally time for him to get what he wished for. “Yes, Sweetheart. You can cum.”

It only took three more strokes of his hand before he was coming once he'd gotten permission. "Sir!" he cried out happily as his orgasm overtook him, strings of white landing on his hand, the bedspread, and even Stevie's leg. He worked himself through his pleasure, only letting go once he was completely spent. He panted heavily and blushed as he looked over at the Dom. "I... Thank you, Sir. That-- thank you."

Stevie smiled proudly as he watched Alex finish, the orgasm clearly strong as he managed to reach all the way over to his leg. He wasted no time in scooping it up with two fingers and cleaning himself off, sucking the submissives cum into his mouth. “You’re very welcome, Alex. You deserved that. I am so proud of you.”

At the sight of Stevie so easily eating down his come, Alex whimpered. He hesitated for a second or two before giving in and closing the distance between them. He sat down on Stevie's right and wrapped his arms around the Dom's waist, his head falling down onto the other man's shoulder. "Thank you, Sir," he said again, nuzzling into him.

Stevie hummed as Alex came close, and he draped himself over the other man. His arms quickly wrapped around him, holding him close and snuggling him tightly. “How can I help you, Alex? What would make your aftercare the best right now?”

Alex sighed contentedly when Stevie held him. He didn't want to think at all, but he knew aftercare was important. "Um... maybe I should clean up, Sir," he said, already feeling a bit sticky and gross. He didn't want to get up, though. "And then cuddles?"

“How about I grab a wet cloth and clean you up? That way you don’t have to get up, hm?” Stevie said softly as he ran a hand through Alex’s hair. “And then I’ll come back and we can cuddle for as long as you want.”

Alex pouted at the thought of losing the Dom, even for the minute or two it would take him to clean up. He knew it was necessary, though, and he gave a small nod. "Okay, Sir," he said, reluctantly letting go. He rolled onto his back and chewed on his lip lightly while he waited for Stevie to return.

The pout on the submissives face was just about the sweetest thing that Stevie had ever seen. “It’s just a minute, Sweetheart,” he said softly as he stood up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Stevie wet a clean cloth with warm water and soap before coming back into the room. “Let me know if it’s too hot or cold,” he said gently before placing the cloth on Alex’s belly, cleaning off the cum that was beginning to harden already. Stevie cleaned his stomach and cock as quickly as possible, tossing the cloth on the floor before climbing back into bed. “I hope you still have some snuggles in you”

Alex sighed as Stevie wiped the cloth over his skin, getting rid of all the stickiness so that they could actually relax. Once the Dom was back in bed with him, Alex automatically snuggled right back up against his side, and it was almost as if he hadn't gotten up at all. "Thank you, Sir," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut. "For everything."

#bingo #para: alejandro

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I know I might sound weird but I need to get this of my chest . So I saw a post that said consent is always verbal and even for a kiss and after that whenever I see a scene in a book or movie I immediately think it's an assault . So can you help me understand this. And please don't judge me

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Hello!

Don’t worry about your question. Your concern over consent is valid, and Asking Jude is happy to help clear any confusion you might have.

In the Oxford dictionary, the definition of consent is giving “permission for something to happen or agreement to do something.” The post you read is correct: consent is verbal. Individuals in any situation can say yes, no, or whatever else conveys their opinion on an act. Consent can also be body language, especially with individuals in a serious relationship (like those married or in a relationship for a long time). That could include motioning to the bedroom or leaning in close for a kiss. Of course, verbal consent is the best way to know that all parties involved are willing and wanting members. This way, there is no room for guessing, error, or risk.

To help you continue researching, I have some resources that might come in handy:

All people have cues to express whether they consent to sexual intimacy. Characters in books and movies are the same. They’ll ask if their spouse wants to head upstairs or doubt-check that their partner is okay with taking the next steps in their relationship. All forms of consent in real life are transferable to books and screens.

However, there are some key factors to note. Books and TV romanticize things that the average person wouldn’t accept in real life. That includes acting on non-consent. Someone might hold onto another’s arm, refusing to let them go, and then force a kiss. So what might start as a heated fight turns into a night of passion. Consent and non-consent are dismantled to create drama for the audience. It's an unfortunate avenue that sells in today's market.

These are just a couple of possible examples that can be called into question as it can look like and is technically assault. The public often ignores those scenes because it’s fictional, and outside elements like background music, lighting, and internal monologues make them more appealing. If these scenarios make you uncomfortable, try keeping an eye out for warning labels that books, TV, and movies have for sensitive topics. You’ll be able to steer clear of them better.

In real life and fiction, consent is knowing that all individuals want to be a part of an action - including but not limited to kissing or having sex. That doesn’t change regardless of theatrics or elements of drama.

I hope this helps you with your question and your worries.

xx Selena

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Do I Know You?

of all the places to be recognized you did not think cherry pit at a harry styles concert would be one of them - especially by the man himself.

Word Count: 7014

A/N: hello friends! i had been wanting to write famous mc for a while and then i finally got the idea. in this story, harry is the rockstar we know and love. y/n belmonte is a famous actress known for her roles in the the queen's gambit and the hit drama new amsterdam. i gave her a last name and her father is mexican-american and her mother is english. truly something sweet filled with fluff. if you got any questions i'll be happy to answer them

you'll have to let me know if you wish to see more of them <3

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog <3333

love on tour series //

St. Paul, Minnesota

Being in Minnesota was fun. You were visiting your best friend taking a well-deserved break. You had just finished filming a Netflix show that had lots of buzz around yet did not have a release date and had attended the Emmys. As award season had come to a close, you decided visiting your favorite person would be an excellent way to celebrate. Especially since free days were becoming rarer and rarer. You were thankful for the role in The Queen's Gambit and its direction for your career, but it was always lovely to enjoy time with loved ones.

Naomi had let you stay in her guest bedroom, letting you know to stay for as long as you wish, but you wouldn't last longer than five days. You didn't like intruding on Naomi and Sarai, Naomi's partner. They both assured you that it was no problem, but you begged to differ.

On your second day, Sarai surprised you with enchiladas just like your grandma had made. Their family was from Acapulco, Mexico, just like your grandparents. Naomi always liked to say she was meant to bring you all together, and she had.

That wasn't the only surprise you had come to learn she had for you as she said to dress nice and be ready at eight. You were even more shocked to hear that Sarahi would not be joining you. They informed you they had to meet with their cohort to go over a project they were handed.

You had a limited selection of clothes from your suitcase and clothes you had left over the years. After getting out your favorite pieces, you dressed in black flares that made your ass look amazing. You paired it with a silk cami, a mint color that matched your nails. You paired it with your favorite pair of red leather boots that were always packed first in your suitcase. They're a few years old, but you treasured them too much to say goodbye. They were the only classy shoes you packed because you swore you could pair them with anything, and thus far, you have.

You debated the most about doing your makeup, not being able to make up your mind before deciding to go with mascara and red lipstick. Looking in the mirror, you felt hot and knew you looked great. Being in the public eye, you learned to spot all your insecurities before the world could and owned them. The scar running up your thigh was always an attention grabber until the story of how you got it was exposed, and then no one seemed to care about a bicycle accident that happened at the age of twelve.

Grabbing your wallet and phone, you headed out to the living room where Naomi was sitting on her couch scrolling through on her phone, Sarai having left already.

"You don't mind carrying my wallet, do you?" You asked.

"Course not, give it here."

Naomi, nosy as always, opens up the wallet and takes a look inside as you grab some water before you have to head out. She's quiet, so you peek over and see her standing with the wallet still in hand.

"I'm in your wallet." She states, showing you a photo of last December of her standing arms raised as she stood in the center of the ice rink.

"You have been since that time you gave me a photo of you that was taken during team pictures for Tennis in ninth grade."

Naomi nods, remembering how she had given one to you and her parents then hiding them away. "Yeah, I don't know. Nice to know you keep me close."

"Always do, only one person I call my best friend."

Naomi shakes her body out, pocketing the wallet into her pink cross-body bag. "Alright, enough being a sap. We've got to go."

In the car, Namoi decides against music and instead decides to interrogate you on your next project. For the first time in a long time, you didn't have anything definitive lined up. You filmed and auditioned like crazy the past few years, so your manager, Viola, was giving you a much-needed break. She loved to remind you to relax and enjoy it all, and thanks to her, you had. Viola has always had your best interest in mind since she met you at age seventeen.

"Viola said I'm a free bird for a few weeks, months she had said, but I'll surely have an interview or two pop up soon."

"Does that mean you'll be staying with me?"

You laugh, "Nice try, but someone is busy with her dissertation, and I'd be a distraction."

"A pretty one at least."

"Gee, thanks." You reply sarcastically.

"What will you do?"

You shrug, "Life has a funny way of working things out, so I'm not worried."

Naomi looks over at you, confused, "I've never seen you so mellow."

"It is because life is good, and I'm here with you. Being with you reminds me of home."

"New York?" You don't answer, so she keeps going, "Los Angeles, Miami, New Orleans?"

"London."

Naomi frowns, "London?"

"I had not stayed for longer than a week but those four months. It felt like it could be home, or well, I could make it home."

"Do you think it has to do with your parents?"

You look over at Naomi, who's focused on the road, making a right turn into a busy street filled with traffic. "Yeah, it does."

Neither of you continues the conversation as you finally see the destination in front of you.

The Xcel Energy Center.

Naomi had brought you to an arena where hundreds of cars and many people walked towards what you assumed was the entrance. There were two entries to the parking, and she picked the one that said VIP.

She rolls down her window and leans in to look at the name tag on the security. "Hi, Jason." She greets confidently.

"Miss you a VIP member?"

"No, but I can be." The man frowns. "I got royalty in the car." She gestures her head to you. God. Of course, she's playing the famous card.

You lean closer, "Hello Jason, good evening."

The man's eyes widened, and that's when you get a good look; he couldn't be older than 25. "Shit! Sorry--you're! Oh my goodness! I love you. You're my hall pass."

Naomi is biting back a laugh, and you smack her thigh to silence her. "Very flattering, Jason. Thank you. See, I wasn't aware I was coming to the show, or I would have called ahead to make an arrangement; if it's not possible, you can direct us to the available parking lot. I believe it's close to show time."

"No worries, Miss Belmonte. You follow straight ahead of the cones, and Connor will meet you at an entrance. Do you happen to know where you'll be sitting?"

You look at Naomi, waiting for her to answer. "Cherry pit."

"Very well. We'll have bracelets ready for you and someone to direct you in." Jason offers kindly.

"Thank you so much, sorry for the bother. You've been an angel." The young man blushes but doesn't look away. "Could I offer you a photo?" You suggest, genuinely thankful for his help.

His smile falters, "I would love that, but I'm on the job, Miss Belmonte."

You smile, admiring the man and following their protocols. You think for a minute before reaching into the glove box where you know Sarai keeps extra purple index cards for some reason. There is a pen right beside it. You write a thank you, folding it in half and handing it to him.

"Thank you, Jason. I'll never forget your generosity."

"Same here, my niece looks up to you. She thinks you're a real-life princess."

"Do send her my love then."

Jason nods, stepping back, and Naomi continues to a parking lot where few cars are parked.

"You amaze me." Naomi states. You laugh, not sure how to respond. "You handled that with some much grace even after I abused your fame card."

"As long as you don't do it again," You chastise her as you've done many times before.

"We'll see," she chuckles, "come on, Miss Hall Pass."

You roll your eyes, slip out of the car and see a man waving at you. You both offer your wrists where he puts on the wristbands after he checks Naomi's tickets. He nods, asking you to follow him in. There's loud chatter, and you can hear "Olivia" being played through the arena. Conner walks you down the steps to the entrance, where he bids you a good time.

"I can't believe you surprised me with a Harry Styles show."

Naomi grins, throwing her arm over your shoulder walking you towards a side of a stage that looks empty. "I know, I'm the best."

"Yeah, everyone looks amazing. There are so many boas." You marvel at how there are people dressed as if they were about to walk the runway.

"Do you think he'll show tits tonight?" Naomi giggles, thinking back to your reaction to her sending you a photo of his Las Vegas outfit in which he was dressed in a pink fringe vest showing off his toned body.

"A girl can dream," you joke.

"I'll never understand how you've never run into him again." Naomi shakes her head, "The one person who should be your friend and isn't."

"Wow, thanks. That's totally why I became famous."

"It's why I stuck around being your friend." She quips back.

You scoff, "jerk."

"Kidding."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's bet you get recognized tonight?"

You nod because you're confident it won't be happening, "Sure, what do you want?"

"Christmas in London."

"New Year in Italy."

"Damn, that's good. I hope I lose."

You laugh, causing a few heads to turn to look at you, and you duck, not liking eyes on you. "Ah, Miss Introvert makes her appearance."

"Leave me alone, you stinker."

Naomi laughs at you, pulling you in for a hug so you can hide properly, "Think on the bright side, no one cares about you because compared to Harry Styles, you're like a nobody all over again."

"That felt like a backhanded compliment."

She shrugs, "Take it as you please."

There are loud cheers suddenly filling the arena, causing you both to look over at the stage when it's only a box in the middle of the runway being taken under the stage.

Naomi stares at it as you untangle yourself from her hold. "You've heard the box theories."

"Only a hundred times because you don't shut up about it."

"Come on, I think it's cool. I want to see how he gets in and if he's uncomfortable or if someone's spun him around a few times. Like I can't imagine it to be comfortable."

"Alright, for Christmas, I'll get you one of those boxes, and we'll roll you around."

"Would you really?"

"Christ, you're a weird one."

You settle down swaying and singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody.

"When did you even score these tickets?"

"Two years ago," she answered nonchalantly.

You gasp, "what?"

"Yeah, remember how he postponed it because he wanted to film two movies well then."

"Wow, I love you."

"I know."

The lights go out, and the cheers are deafening. A poem starts being read, and you can see the band coming out setting up. The female band members are in orange, and the men are in blue/green shade. You let out a loud cheer letting it get lost with the thousands of other people's yells.

Here's to a night to remember.

It has truly blown away how amazing Harry sounds. You had been dying to hear his new album live since it came out in 2019. Each song has a different intro making it feel like a whole new song. The band matches his energy, and you can tell how much he thrives on it.

Harry constantly blows kisses out into the crowd, smiles at posters, and responds to a few with an exaggerated reaction. The intro to Sunflower Vol. 6 with Niji had to be your favorite. You could see how Harry and the crowd loved the beat as the cheers only got louder.

You had not stopped dancing and singing along since he came out. You could hear how horse Naomi's voice had become due to shouting out the lyrics.

Harry had not been wrong when he had said you might be getting lots of ass tonight, but you weren't complaining; it wasn't a bad view. He was so effortlessly himself on the stage that you felt his presence no matter where you stood.

This had to be one if not the best concert you have ever attended.

After Sunflower, Harry takes a moment to take in the crowd; he spots a poster reading, "Should I text him?" He proceeds to go on a long tangent about double texting, thumbs upping means they replied last, and finishing off by saying, "trash, trash, trash." That erupts lots of cheers.

No, you did not think you would ever hear Harry Styles be giving relationship advice to a sold-out arena, but damn, does this man continue to surprise you.

The concert continues, Cherry making you swoon; it is one of your favorites on the album because you were a sucker for sad songs. Lights Up easily becomes your favorite song he performs. He sings the song with his whole heart, and the crowd does the same. Singing "do you know who you are" in an arena of people knowing you're doing what you love with amazing people in your life, you happily sing back. You really understand what people mean when they say Harry makes you feel part of something bigger, makes you remember the importance of embracing who you are one hundred percent.

It's after Lights Up that he begins walking around closer to your side. He smiles at your section before doing a double-take; he grabs more of the cord and steps closer, causing the fans around you to start cheering louder as he's showered with bouquets of flowers.

Harry has stopped walking, and you feel as if he was staring right back at you. You're four rows back from the barricade but now he has the eyes of a hawk not missing anything, just like he spotted the Green Bay Packers fan earlier in the show.

"Do I know you?" Harry speaks into the microphone.

You foolishly turn around before looking back at him before pointing to yourself. He laughs. "Yes, you."

"Don't think so." You shout back, hoping he can hear you.

That wasn't the truth, but it didn't feel like a lie. See, many moons ago, when Harry was still in One Direction, and you were booking Indie films and minor roles for prominent directors, you both happened to be attending the same event a mutual friend invited you to attend. Harry approached you and chatted with you for a long time, sharing a drink of apple cider until he was whisked away.

You didn't know he tried to find you again later in the night or that he asked everyone who attended if they had seen you or knew who you were, but no one seemed to recognize her name. It wasn't until his sister, Gemma, mentioned watching a show named "New Amsterdam'' did he find you again. You were a semi-regular from London a surgeon and were so positively received by the audience that it seemed you were coming back as a regular. Then after finally finding out your name, he fell down the rabbit hole of your IMDB, and well ever since 2018, it's like he always had an out for you.

Harry watched your newest horror thriller film Ready or Not and Love and Monsters, where you had a small role but captured his attention every time you were on the screen. He had watched countless interviews and learned how you had worked with Dylan O'Brien before in a film named First Time, sharing how Dylan gave you lots of advice and managed to be a friend through your growing career. Maybe he was biased, but he thought you were an outstanding actress, each role you made your own. Acting alongside Tom Hanks and being the person to stand out. Don't even get him started in your role in The Queen's Gambit; he could discuss it all day and night.

Well, Harry can proudly be called your fanboy.

Harry had that party in 2015 flash through his mind, and he was hoping you remembered him as well. He'd known he would recognize you in any crowd; he just didn't expect it to be in Minnesota.

He steps closer and narrows his eyes. "May 2015."

You gasp, and it stuns his fans. Not that he knows you, but that he stated a date that they could maybe pinpoint. You doubted it as you don't remember documenting the night or making conversation with anyone other than Harry.

"Yeah," you smile, nodding. "Thought you wouldn't remember."

"I remember a lot in the big head of mine." He jokes. You laugh. "Any requests?" He's smiling at you, waiting to see what you'd say.

You think about it, "Medicine!"

He smirks. "Did you say canyon moon?" The crowd cheers for medicine, and a few yell, asking for to be so lonely, "well, we will be doing Canyon Moon. This is for you." Harry sends you a wink before strutting away to get ready.

"Did Harry Styles recognize you?" Naomi asks, not believing that happened.

"Yes."

"From six years ago."

"Yes."

"Holy shit. What is your life?!"

You laugh because that did not feel real. Naomi spins you around as you happily dance and sing along to a song now dedicated to you. You're trying your best to ignore the glances and the few cameras being pointed at you. You see the recognition in many girls around you, and with no security, you hope they stay respectful.

"Think you might have to get away," Naomi grimaces.

You sigh, still dancing along to the song, "yeah."

"Damn,"

"I'll just slip out and wait in the car. You finish the show." You tell her, not wanting to take this experience away from her.

Naomi pouts, "You're too good of a person. We'll leave before the encore. Got like two songs left."

You nod, knowing she has a point, enjoy the last bit and worry leaving in a while everyone is distracted cheering for an encore they knew was coming.

After finishing crying to Fine Line, swaying with your best friend to a song that brings you so much comfort, you make your way towards the exit where you entered, knowing it'd be the easiest way out. Naomi links your hands together and pulls you forward, staying close to the barricade when a hand sticks out, landing on your elbow stopping you. You startle bumping into Naomi, not recognizing the man. Naomi is ready to rip him a new one when he lifts a pass up. "Love on Tour: Manager."

You let out a sigh, instantly relaxing. "I'm Jeff." He introduces himself.

"I'm Y/N, and this is Naomi."

Jeff smiles, "I know who you are. Think most people do. The cameras put you on the screens."

"Oh," you feel your face flush.

"If you need to leave, we can get you out backstage, but you can also watch from here with me if you'd like to. I've got fancy one-of-a-kind lanyards."

You look at Naomi but know the choice is in your hands, and well, you're hesitating. "I've got it on good authority that someone wants to meet you." Jeff offers.

You nod, letting him hand over a pass, slipping it over your head going over to a side entrance where the security enables you to pass through. You thank him before greeting Jeff in a handshake, and he seems taken back at the gesture before shaking your hand.

"Can I just say I'm a fan of your work? You were incredible in Queen's Gambit. My wife adores the show and you." Jeff tells you as you stand next to him.

You grin at him. "Thank you, means a lot to hear that. Send her my best, will you? If you want, we can send her a message or sign something." You offer.

"You're kind, thank you."

Naomi finally speaks up, still on edge, "Listen, Jeff, don't go taking advantage of her."

"Course not. I understand how much H values his privacy. I imagine it's the same for you."

You nod, "She means well; she's very protective. We've been friends since the sixth grade."

"I understand friendship," He squeezes your arm in assurance. "I feel like I've known Harry all my life. I'd never try to jeopardize your privacy. But you are at a concert for one of the most in-demand artists of the time."

You giggle, "That I am."

You turn back on stage as Harry starts singing Sign of the Times, and the note changes make you feel as if you're hearing it for the time. You sing along, loving that Jeff sings as well. You had not expected to be here but wouldn't change this moment for anything.

Harry introduces his band, Elin, Ny Oh, Niji, Pauli, Mitch, and Sarah. Jeff laughed as he heard you scream the loudest for Sarah out of the other members. You know he makes a mental note of that. Harry begins having the audience riff off with him. He's walking around going from side to side, seeing who can sing it louder. Harry goes back to where you were initially standing to seek you out but doesn't find you. He asks for the house lights and nothing. He frowns, and you catch that on the screens before he moves down, finding a fan dressed as a banana.

He begins singing "she's dressed as a banana" in a beat that fits so well with what the band is playing. That truly is impressive. The crowd singing it with him just as loudly. You're sure that catchy tune will be stuck in your head for a long time.

"He was looking for you," Jeff yells over the intro to the song.

"Was not." You state.

"He was. I know him well. Also, you were the only one he interacted with within the area."

You hum, "Never thought he'd spot me in a crowd."

"Are you kidding? He'd find you in the crowd of time square. He's got a crush on you." Jeff lets slip.

"You don't say," you smirk.

"Please don't tell him I told you."

"Secret is safe with me."

You dance singing back the lyrics when Jeff looks over at you, "Well,"

"Well, what?" Not amused, he interrupted your singing to watermelon sugar.

"You fancy him?"

"Honestly, he's a dream. We clicked all those years ago, so maybe it's still there."

Jeff nods, liking your response, beginning to dance when you see someone else going crazy for his moves, and you start cheering them on. You come to learn his name is Tommy, and he's also part of Harry's team. After kiwi, Jeff ushered you backstage, taking you into a communal area where everyone meets after to celebrate with a drink.

And now you wait.

The band comes in full of chatter; Pauli has a bi pride flag resting on his shoulders. Sarah has her hand resting around Mitch's waist. Elin and Ny Oh were laughing with each other as they all stepped in Jeff at your side.

You wave hello to everyone, holding your breath as you feel all of their eyes on you. Turning to the side to look at Jeff, he does nothing but laugh, "Friends, this is Y/N Belmonte and her friend Naomi. Y/N and Naomi, this is Sarah Jones' band." You all let out a laugh, instantly thankful for Jeff's joke to break the ice.

"A pleasure to meet you all. You were incredible out there." You grin at them, hoping someone will say something.

"Thank you," Mitch replies, and it instantly relaxes you.

"Someone's favorite is the drummer," Jeff teases as they wait for Harry to make his way inside as he had to remove his mic pack and also took a moment to himself after.

You feel your face flush, "my grandma liked playing the drums, and I was rubbish. I'm great on piano, but I just have so much respect for the drums. Not that you all aren't amazing, it's just personal." You defend.

"No worries, I respect that," Niji replies, offering a fist pump.

"So are we okay to take photos with you? We're big fans, and I think Queen's Gambit is always playing in our tour bus." Elin tells you.

"Oh, and the thriller about hide and seek," Pauli informs you.

"Thank you, of course, we can."

After getting photos with everyone, make sure to get them on your phone as well, knowing you'd have to share on your close friends' list about how great the concert was and how lucky you were to meet the band. By the time Harry comes in, everyone is chatting as if we've known each other for months. You learn how funny and intelligent Pauli and Niji are. Ny Oh tells you about life on tour. Elin shares how she's having the best time and offers to show you some tunes on the guitar.

"Jeff-she's gone again. I couldn't even-" he stops in his tracks as he sees you standing with Mitch and Sarah, their phone in hand as they were showing you photos of their baby. "How are you here?"

"Oh, my best friend Naomi bought us tickets. Very nice of her. She said something about Ticketmaster sucking." You laugh thinking back to her story about how she got online early and even had Sarai helping her.

"No backstage. I looked for you in the crowd. I didn't see you."

Jeff gives you an I told you, so look from the side, and you bite back a smile.

"Oh, that's what you were looking for. Thought you lost a contact lens." Naomi teases.

"Jeff was kind enough to offer us to exit backstage if we needed a way out and also said it was okay if we stayed." You smile at Harry's confused but elated face. "Said you might want to meet. Got a good manager in your hands."

Harry nods, his voice soft, "can I hug you?"

You grin and nod, in two strides, he's in front of you, bringing you wrapping his arms around you, and you do the same, resting them on his waist. He's holding you tight as if he won't be letting go any time soon.

He squeezes you tightly two more times before letting you go but leaving a hand resting on your back. "You should introduce yourself with your full name. I only had your name to go by."

You frown, "I used my first name with Jeff, and he knew not to sound conceited or anything."

"No, six years ago. You left, and I never found you that night. I only had your name to go by."

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Well, shit. I didn't know that."

"Yeah, I didn't know who to ask."

You're aware everyone is tuned in with your conversation with Harry but don't mind. "Could have asked Harry Lambert. He invited me to the event."

"Who?" Harry asks, not sure if he heard you correctly.

"Your stylist, Harry Lambert. He helped style me a lot when I was starting out. He said to call him if I ever needed him, and it was thanks to him, I found Gabbi. She's amazing and the reason I dress so well." You gesture down to your outfit.

"Holy shit, six degrees of separation."

"Truly."

"I mean, I asked everyone at that event about you, but Lambert had left early. Why did you leave?"

You shrugged. "Didn't know anyone other than Lambert, and we had a conversation, but you literally bounced from person to person, so I assumed you wouldn't circle back and left."

Harry nods, "Sounds like past me; I'm better at staying in one place now."

"Noted."

"Right, well, fancy a drink again?"

"Sure-'

"Ginger ale or sparkling water?"

You don't even ask why he remembers, "Water is fine."

"Alright, you had your moment. I'd like an introduction." Naomi walks over after he hands you your drink.

You chuckle, "Right. Naomi, meet Harry Styles. Harry, meet my best friend, Naomi Hart."

"Pleasure, Harry. I'm a big fan. That was a hell of a performance." She offers her hand to him, and he happily shakes it back.

"Thank you! It means so much. Have you been to a show before?"

Naomi nods eagerly. "Yes, we were in London both nights as a graduation gift for me and my partner and your final show in LA."

"Ah," he smirks, "big fans then."

"Oh yeah, want to know something about Y/N. She always cries to fine line."

You elbow her in her side, "shut up before I make him blocklist you."

Harry frowns, "Wouldn't dare."

"Fine, I'll block you from all my events," you falsely threaten.

"Quite rude of you to say. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for me."

"Actually for me- I could have spent my days off at home with-"

Naomi interrupts, "Please, you don't know what's home?"

You're aware everyone is still watching and frown, "hey- that's not nice."

"Sorry, babe, but you are a little lost."

You can't help but nod because it's true.

"Thank you for bringing her today; I'm a big fan." Harry addresses you both.

"Are you?" You're genuinely surprised.

"Of course. You're amazing. You're acting breathtaking."

"Well, I'm excited to see your film as well. Florence is a good friend, and she speaks highly of you."

"Thank you. Next year if you can believe it."

Release dates may be far, but they come quickly; you've learned, "you nervous about that?"

He nods, "just a bit; it will be different from Dunkirk."

"Sure as a male lead. I'd assume so."

"Do you sing?" Mitch asks, changing the conversation, "sorry, it's just that you said you play the piano."

"You do?" Harry's eyes widened in amazement.

"I can carry a tune," you offer, looking at Mitch and grin at him.

"Carry a tune, my ass." Naomi scoffs. "She's on the soundtrack of Coco. Singing in Spanish and English, and she composed a lot for things like The Greatest Showman and even a new Marvel film." She tells them proudly.

"Alright, stop talking before we have to make them sign NDA's," you joke.

"We'd be glad to," Harry replies.

"You're fine. Most of the info is available online anyways."

"Hmmm…why don't you perform?" Pauli asks.

"I like acting; it's where I'm meant to be. Learning new roles and also most of my directors let me learn from them. Always give me constant feedback. Think the end goal is one day directing my own kind of movies or shows that allow people to feel something, something to connect to."

"That's remarkable," Jeff tells you.

"Yeah, I'm proud of what I've done. Sure, I might not have lots of awards, but I love what I do, and I can proudly stand behind each work that has come out."

Everyone is staring at you, and you grow nervous. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Harry assures you.

Sarah answers for everyone, "it's nice to see you sticking to your values."

"Well, of course, I know it's harder to address when in the public eye, but I try my best to be honest because sure they might not know me, but they are a part of me just as I am of them."

"That's really insightful. Thank you. I—I'm going to think about that more." Harry tells you, giving your hip a comforting squeeze.

You nod. Everyone quickly falls into chatter after a moment, and you're relieved, glad the attention has shifted well not everyone one's as you feel Harry's on you as you take a drink of the water. Naomi is chatting with Pauli, who's showing Naomi their outfit doing a small spin.

"This must be nice to experience each night; it feels like family."

Harry agrees, "They are. Everyone is important. Especially since we spend so many days on the road together away from those we love."

You both grow quiet, enjoying the laughter and chatter that everyone fills in the room.

"When Naomi said you didn't have a home, is that true?"

You sigh. "You don't have to answer." He assures you.

"Know anywhere more private we can chat?"

Harry nods, taking your hand in his leading you down hallway after hallway before arriving at the stairs leading to a luxury suite. You can see workers taking down the set; there are so many people out there.

"Wow, I've never seen it being taken down."

"Yeah. Build it each day only to take it down and do it again the following day."

"The 360 stage is great. Honestly felt your presence the whole time."

"Just what I like to hear." He laughs.

Harry takes a seat, and you follow, sitting right next to him, knowing he's waiting for you. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before deciding that, yes, you do want to share this with him.

"I lost my parents when I was eight. A drunk driver hit them when they were on their way to pick me up from school. I lived in England all my life, specifically Brighton. My father was born in the US, and his parents still lived in California. They moved from Mexico with a Visa, and they had a hard upbringing here, but they fought to give my dad the best they could. He fell in love and followed my mother across the world. I knew what death meant when they passed, but I didn't understand that I wouldn't see them anymore. That morning having breakfast together would be the last memory I'd ever have with them." You stop and take a breath when you feel Harry take your hand in his.

"So at eight, I was uprooted from my life and moved to California to be raised by my grandparents. They were mourning the loss of a son and a daughter-in-law, but they told me that I was the miracle that helped them keep moving forward. They taught me Spanish, and I picked up Italian from my neighbor. I lost them in 2016. My grandma had a heart condition, and after she passed away, two weeks later, my grandpa passed away."

You're no longer fighting back your tears; it's been a while since you've shared the story. Honestly, you can't remember the last time you spoke about this, but it feels good. Not as heavy.

"My abuelo said he was sorry to leave me alone but assured me I was in good hands and that I surrounded myself with great people that would look out for me. Grown, the limited series I did for HBO, won me an Emmy, and it was based partially around my life and how I had to grow up alone building a found family as I went through life. It's very little, but it's my story to the world on my own terms if you know me. The screenwriter and director are two who have worked with me closely since I came into this crazy world and honored a bit of me in the best way they could."

Harry has tears running down his face, and you reach your free hand up to wipe them away, hating that you made him sad. "After losing them, I wasn't sure what to do. Naomi was in Minnesota, and well after they passed, I moved in with her. I had the house, but it wasn't the same, and as much as I love Naomi, she's got someone else she calls home. I finished filming in London a week before the Emmys, and it's the safest I've felt. I just don't have many people to call family in London."

Harry reaches a hand to rest on your cheek, and you let out a deep sigh letting yourself relax in his hold. "You got me. I know we just met or well reunited, but let me in, and I promise I'll never leave your side. Let me help you see London as home again.

You nod, letting his words sink in, "I'm a wanderer who's looking for a place to call home."

"Song lyrics?"

"No, it's a saying I always said to Naomi."

He hums, "Might just have to write a song together."

"Not anytime soon."

"I'm patient." He promises. "Thank you for sharing that with me. Clearly, it wasn't easy, but I'm proud of how far you've come and can't wait to continue to see you grow."

"Thank you for listening. It's been a while since I've told anyone. I'm sorry if it was too much."

He shakes his head, "no apologies, love."

You nod; Harry leans back in the seat, letting his hand drop that was resting on your face on your lap. You're quick to catch it before he can remove it playing with his rings. You fall into a comfortable conversation talking about what stood out the most from the show, and you tell him about favorite places to eat in Minnesota. He shares that he loves that you accidentally matched. He makes you take a photo on his phone so that he can send it off to his sister to make her jealous. He takes a lot, an excuse to hold you close, not that you mind.

His phone rings with a phone call he is quick to ignore, then three chimes follow. He sighs, "I need to get on the road."

"Right," you don't move to get up, and neither does Harry.

"Alright, if we exchange numbers?"

"Be disappointed if we don't. I want those photos we took." You remind him.

You swap phones inputting your name as Belmonte 2015 💛

He smirks as he sees your name, and you laugh at how simple his contact name is: H 🕺

"Thank you for sharing with me."

"Well, next time, you owe me a life story." You declare.

He sounds smug, "next time?"

"Sure, told you my life story. Means you're part of my life forever. And I liked spending time with you."

"Yeah, I did too," he goes silent. "Felt like a date."

"Sneaky, Styles."

"What?"

"I deserve to be asked out properly, don't you think?"

Harry nods, "well, of course."

"Good, so," you urge him on.

"Will you let me take you on a date?" His voice wavering, not sure if you'd accept even though you told him to ask you.

You nod. "Yeah, six years late, but yes."

"You liked me too?" He asks, bewildered.

You grin, "I laughed at your jokes, batted my eyes at you. I flirted and think you were too busy being Mr. Popular to notice."

"Maybe, but god, you made me nervous and relaxed at the same time. I've never felt that way again until tonight when I saw you in the crowd."

"Well, I can't wait to see where life takes us."

As you make your way down the now empty hallways, you saunter, trying to extend your time together as much as possible. He asks about your favorite song to karaoke to, you ask about his go-to meal on the road. Going back and forth with questions. Not stopping until you're back in the room you were in earlier, except now only three people sit there, Naomi, Jeff, and Tommy.

"Did you fuck?" Naomi asks bluntly.

"Fuck Omie, and you ask why I don't take others anywhere."

"To be fair, I'm a lot to handle."

"No, we didn't," Harry answers, not wanting her to ask again.

You see her sitting next to more than a few items that have bunnies and Harry's face on them. Naomi follows your gaze, her smile widening. "I went shopping." She gloats.

"I see they found a way to get you to behave."

"Well, of course. Lots are for Sarai and me mostly; you can claim something you like as yours. We'll count this as your payment for staying at my apartment for free."

You laugh, not at all upset that she used your card; God knows there is so much money on there and if she wanted to use it by all means.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"You did leave it with me, and I know to use it for emergencies. Clearly, it was one."

"Jeff, you made our new friend pay?" Harry asks.

"She insisted."

"I did," Naomi agrees. "This one would have thrown a fit if not." Gesturing to you with a point of thumb.

"Geez, don't need to call me out, but she's right. You're all a hard-working team, not the only paychecks it'll be going to."

Harry knows he can't argue with that.

Naomi brings the topic back to them, "So anything interesting happen up there you'd like to share?"

Harry happily replies, "we will be going on a date."

"That's great, but we got to go," Jeff responds, leaving no room for argument.

Harry nods, not hiding his sadness as he brings you in for a hug. Your arms go around his waist; it truly felt like a reunion of a few months and not years.

He was not ready to say goodbye so soon when he got an idea.

"Say what you doing Friday?"

You pull away to look up at him, a bit shocked and a bit nervous about what he might ask you. "Not sure; I got a free schedule for some time."

Harry smirks; he brings a hand up, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. "You like Chicago?"

And well… that's a story for another time.

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Your Boy, No?

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: You can't stand seeing Jungkook with another girl, so you give him a piece of your mind in a stranger's bedroom by becoming his outlet of sexual frustration.

warnings: losing virginity, riding, degradation

a/n: jungkook's character is not exactly submissive, so i added my own twists to this request. i hope you don't mind @madygswich c:

word count: 2.5k

You can't stop pouting. Holding back tears when seeing a woman perched up on Jungkook's lap while they make out has proven to be difficult, but you're trying. It hurts your heart; hell, you're aching everywhere. It doesn't take a genius to know he's doing it to get a reaction out of you when his eyes are throwing daggers at you with his tongue down another girl's throat.

Following Jungkook around like a lost puppy isn't ideal, especially at a frat party. He never gives you the time of the day if it's not out of menace, but you aren't willing to give up on him. It's just not possible when you are so in love with him, and so fucking jealous.

More than Jungkook, you're mad at the girl. You want to rip her heart out, make her suffer for ever touching the love of your life. You're becoming irrational, mentally cussing her out for being a whore while you stop yourself from breaking down in a house filled with horny young adults. You don't know a single person here, and you have to deal with your pent up emotions all by yourself.

You choke out a sob when Jungkook starts kneading the girl's ass shamelessly with her skirt hiked up to her back. They're being so inappropriate in the kitchen of a stranger's house, while you can't even take a sip from your spiked drink in the bustling living room. You abruptly stand up and throw away your plastic cup when Jungkook's hand disappears elsewhere, and you have an idea of what he's about to do. You march over to him, looking absolutely tiny next to the overbearing college students and you don't notice Jungkook's sinister smile as he watches you fume.

"Let go," you sound hoarse, and not at all intimidating when you push the girl off of his lap. She stumbles at the force, but you pay no mind to her confusion as you pull Jungkook up by his arm to drag him away. You think it's the anger and adrenaline giving you so much strength, but it's Jungkook amusing himself by allowing you to take him upstairs.

"This isn't a therapy session, little girl," he yells over the music, "I didn't come here to listen to you cry."

You huff and let a single tear slip before harshly wiping it away. When you reach the hallway, you enter the first bedroom you find. It's occupied by a foreplaying couple, but you're driven as you hiss, "Out!"

They leave at your demand, and you're confusing a lot of people tonight. Jungkook is surprised by your sudden aggression, but he doesn't stop with his remarks, "the chihuahua's gone mad."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" you whirl around angrily to face him. "How could you do that to me?!"

He quirks a brow. "Do what to you? I'm sorry, am I the one who forcefully brought you here? Am I tripping or are you?"

You push at his chest, "you're a fucking whore! Tonguing a girl in front of everyone, in front of me?"

His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you cross your arms when he starts cackling loudly. The music is drowned out and muffled behind the door, but it's nothing compared to how hysterically Jungkook is laughing.

"What's so funny?" you ask lamely. He throws his head back as he clutches his stomach, and you're starting to get annoyed. You push him on the bed, but he's still laughing. "Quit it already," your voice wavers, but you don't back down as you smack his chest. You place your knees on both sides of his hips to limit his movement and cover his mouth to shut him up.

His crescent eyes turn intense instantly as he glares at you under his hooded lids. He exerts only a tiny bit of his energy into pushing your hand away and you weakly collapse on him. It's foul play to compete with his muscles, and you realize he can snap you in half if he wanted to regardless of your rush of adrenaline.

You sit back up as he lowly speaks, "The fuck's it to you? I wanted to fuck her, and I was going to until you stepped in as if you're my girlfriend. Tell me why I shouldn't go back to her right now." He clasps his hands under his head, making himself comfortable with your weight pressing against his crotch.

"You know why," you huff with a frown, and you look so cute in the dim lighting with your baggy knitted sweater bunching up on the sleeves, sitting on his bulge with so much innocence in your expression. He's smitten, but it doesn't show in his cold stare. "I'm your girl, and I won't tolerate you messing around with other women. It's slutty!" You slightly bounce for emphasis, but your knee-length skirt hides your actions. Jungkook feels it with you, and his eyes trail down to your lower region.

"My girl?" he parrots with a raised brow. He gazes back into your eyes. "You do my homework."

"I don't care. I love you," you plead pathetically, "please say you love me back."

"Wasn't I a whore just a second ago?"

"You were! Apologize to me," you harshly yank his head back by his hair. He doesn't react in the slightest, so you softly add, "please."

"Oh little girl," he sighs, "are you really trying to dominate me right now?"

"I am dominating you. Promise me you won't kiss another girl like that again. I won't forgive you a second time."

"Yeah? What's my loss?"

"Well, you're lazy in school," you bluntly state, "and no one loves you like I do. No one would try to cater to you like I do. I'd do anything for you, Kookie." You tug down your skirt to take it off and plop back down on him before saying, "Including sex. You can only use me for your sexual needs."

He's enamored by your words, but he doesn't dare share it with you. Instead, he thrusts upwards and you yelp when you jump. "Go on then," he says nonchalantly. "Show me how much of a slut you are."

"U-Um, okay," you stutter and start unzipping his black denim jeans. You've seen a lot of porn videos to make sure you were prepared for the next step with Jungkook, but you have no experience with penetration.

And he realizes that rather quickly when you're so meek with your actions. With a groan, he asks, "You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"

"I've been saving it for the right guy," you answer with offence. This is a special occasion, and you want him to take it as seriously as you do. But it's definitely not a good idea to be snarky with him when you can barely remember the steps for safe sex. "Do you have a condom?"

"It's in my pocket," he grumbles and points at his front without taking it out himself. You're excited and nervous as you tear the wrapper and take out the preservative. You have no idea how to put it on, but you're topping so you clumsily push down his briefs. Jungkook is surprisingly throbbing under you, and you blush at the sight of his erection.

He stops himself from teasing you and saying that the girl from earlier gave him this boner, but he doesn't want to be cruel yet. It's your first time, and truthfully, he jacks off to thought of you too often anyway. He can handle being somewhat nice by staying quiet, but that doesn't mean he would teach you how to put on a condom.

You slip it on with little struggle, and don't waste any time in positioning his cock in your entrance. Before he can stop you, you sink down on his length with a painful moan. He wants to tell you that losing your virginity in this position is the most painful, but instead he groans, "Holy shit, how are you so fucking tight?"

It hurts so fucking bad. Your tear ducts are like clockwork as they water instantly, but you lower yourself down to the hilt anyway. You're quite literally sitting on his cock as you try to catch your breath because God, you're in so much pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" he asks, but he's more worried about controlling himself from fucking into you before you can adjust. It's difficult, but he's trying.

"Jungkook," you whimper quietly with your eyes screwed shut, "it hurts."

"You're so fucking dumb for doing this, but you feel so fucking good," he pants as he holds your hips.

"Thank you," you muster out in a breath. A few seconds pass until the pain starts to numb, and you move against him very slowly. Your walls are stinging, but it feels like Heaven for Jungkook who you clench down on.

"Go up and down," he instructs with a bit lip. He tries to move your hips, but you're resisting in fear of another shock of pain. "Come on!"

"Can you wait?" you hiss through clenched teeth.

He's trying to rile you up when he says, "Sana wouldn't take this fucking long."

And it works, because you bounce once. "Don't say her name!"

He groans at your tightness, and he can't believe how wet you are. You're dripping on him, and he curses himself for holding back because of your hopeless romance. He can't entertain your conservative way of going on about this any longer, so he continues, "She would have made me cum by now, but this prissy princess can't even get a move on."

It's almost pathetic how one push from Jungkook makes you start moving, and it feels less uncomfortable to hop up and down against his pelvis. The filthy sound of slapping skin mixing with the generic radio music is making you feel so slutty because it's so stereotypical, but when Jungkook moans, it brings heat all over your body. You take your sweater off when sweat begins to cumulate on your temples, and he commands, "Take off your bra too."

He's thrusting into you as you unclasp the black material, freeing your breasts as he finds his new eyecandies. You are so pretty, your nipples are so hard, and your cunt sucks him in so perfectly. It almost upsets him when he realizes how much pleasure he's deprived himself of; the amount only you seem to be able to provide, because it's beyond physical intimacy.

"Good girl," he exhales and gently slams into you with his hands fondling your tits. You smile coyly through your tears, and he asks, "Does it still hurt?"

You contemplate for a second, because you don't feel the best yet, but you don't want to disappoint Jungkook either. "I-It doesn't," you lie.

Jungkook mentally rolls his eyes; he really wants to believe you so he can chase his high, but he sees right through you. He slaps your tit without mercy and chastises you, "don't lie. I thought this was your little moment of control."

"I'm sorry," you pout as you slowly ride him.

"Another lie," he slaps your other tit more harshly and you yelp.

"I'm not lying!" you plead and hasten your pace, desperate to sell your lie. It's working, because you're starting to feel a knot in your stomach the more you adjust.

He moans with you, and you lose yourself when he stills your hips and begins to fuck you himself. It's rough, loud, and the pain is your pleasure. His balls slap against your skin as he easily slides in and out of you with the help of your arousal. Your love dawns on him when you're so turned on for him without any foreplay, and he's on cloud nine because nothing can compare to being inside you.

The setting is so unlike you, fucking in someone's bedroom with a bunch of people behind the unlocked door who can barge in at any given moment, but he finds it so sexy. You only care about being with him, and you really do look like his slut now.

His hands start holding onto your ass, kneading it until it turns red with his fingerprints, and he demands you to kiss him. You're out of it, your ears are ringing and you can only moan out his name, but you can't bear to ignore him. Your lips fall on his, and the kiss is sloppy with his tongue all over your mouth. You can't keep up, but your chest swells with pride when you realize how needy he is for you. He goes as far as to spit in your mouth, and you swallow it without hesitation.

"You want me to play with your clit?" he murmurs against your lips, and his voice sounds so airy and melodic to your ears. "Hm? Want me to make you feel good, little slut?"

You whine without a clear response because his lips feel so soft and wet, and that's the only thing you can focus on. All you want to do is kiss him and he doesn't stop you from doing so, but you're even more overwhelmed when he starts touching you while penetrating you. "No," you whimper, "I'll cum."

"A slut can take it," he grunts and rubs your clit faster, and you come undone all too soon. You moan loudly as you tremble, shaking as he rides out your high with a pinch to your clit. You're numb when you collapse on top of him, but he's relentless with his thrusts. He's using your body as you intended, and he's vocal with his pleasure and teasing climax. It's remarkable how he holds you up when you've gone limp and still fucks you just as hard.

You want to record his voice when he starts to whine pathetically, but you have no energy left within. He's panting in your ear, and it's not long before his hips fall on the mattress with a sigh. He's surprised by how powerful his orgasm was, as he fills the condom with his release instantly. His cock is still nestled inside you as both of you recover from your climax.

"Get off," he taps your thigh, and he pushes you off when you don't obey immediately. Your spell has worn off as he starts to dress himself. "I'm going back to the dorms." You listen to him with your mind in a haze. "Unless you want to get raped on your way without me, get the fuck up now."

"Can you carry me please?"

He shrugs and swings your arm over his shoulder, picking up your body with ease. He collects your clothes in his hand, but doesn't hand them to you as he steps out of the room.

"W-Wait, Jungkook, I'm naked-"

"You're my girl, no? Be a good slut and shut the fuck up."

Dangling off his shoulder with your bare tits pressed against his back, you close your eyes and drift off on the way to campus.

Boyfriends typically drop their girlfriends off anyway, right?

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Memories | Bucky Barnes

Seven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x oc

Summary: In 2013 Ada comes to terms with what's happened. While in 1944 Ada gets a message from the Red Room she cannot ignore.

Warnings: lots of angst, smoking, swearing, Bucky struggles with ptsd from Hydra and acts out during a fight with Ada, yelling and cursing, fighting, child soldiers, mild smut, pinning down in a sexual context. Natasha makes an appearance.

Word count: 7k

A/N: this is my favourite chapter so far and things are about to get crazy. And I really do adore Howard.

2013

I stare out the broken window of the bedroom they made up for me in Shield headquarters, clutching the dog tags around my neck.

The tears are cold on my cheeks, cold tears of utter disbelief. My throat is raw and my knuckles cut from my last attempt to escape. My fingers run down the broken glass of the small window, too small for me to jump out. The warm blood drips down my fingers. They gave up on restraining me after I broke the straight jacket.

Steve can't be Steve. Steve is dead. It's Hydra. It's all Hydra. They're trying to make me crazy, they're fucking with my head.

"Ada," I hear him say. "You need to stop this. You know it's me. I could tell you every single thing about him. Hydra couldn't do that, the Red Room couldn't do that."

"He's dead," I murmur numbly, remembering that night. "You should be dead too. You were dead."

"You're right, I should be," he says, his voice heavy. "You don't think every time I saw you after the fall I wished it was me who died that day. I know you wished I was."

I look back at him. "You think I blame you, I don't. There is only one person I blame. The man we were after that day. Zola."

"You blame me for letting you get dismissed from the team for trying to kill him," he says carefully and that I can't deny. "It was Howard who bribed the government into releasing you from the asylum."

"I was dismissed for infiltrating a prison and torturing Zola," I correct him and laugh. "I'd be surprised if he could ever walk again after what I did. After Howard got me out of the lockup for it I was staying with him. He said he'd take care of me, but I wasn't going to give up. I told him that Zola thought Buck could still be alive and I convinced him to fly me out to where we lost him. I found part of him." He swallows nervously as I step closer. "Then I let Hydra get me. Not just to find out the truth, but because I knew I'd have the entire United States government looking for me. And even Howard couldn't save me then."

Steve holds me back as the door opens and the man with the eye patch walks in. Nick Fury.

"Mrs Barnes," he greets. "Whatever crimes you committed against Arnim Zola have been pardoned, with the statute of limitations passed by about a good fifty years."

"Howard Stark," I quake, needing him as much as I did then. "I want to see him, why hasn't he come to see me?"

Steve can't meet my eye and a greater fear fills me, fear that truly everyone is gone.

"Howard Stark died in a car crash in the December of 1991 after a good life with long marriage and a son to take over Stark Industries."

I nod silently despite the tears that come to my eyes and look at Steve, my voice weak "Peggy?"

"She's in a care home," Steve tells me and I shudder as I release my breath, she's alive. "I'll take you to see her once you stop trying to kill everyone that you don't know."

"How can you know they aren't Hydra?"

"Because Hydra is gone," Fury tells me. "I have read your files and I understand this is difficult for you-"

"She has struggled her entire life, she's always been unstable but she went of the rails after Bucky's death," Steve says, calling me what they all did, fucking crazy. "She needs help instead of being held here."

"Which is why I've come to discuss her release," he says and looks to me. "Please sit."

Reluctantly sit down and listen with no other alternative.

"On the condition that you agree to psychological treatment-"

"No," I say sharply. "No electroshock therapy."

He leans forward. "We don't do that anymore. You would sit and talk to a psychiatrist who will give you some pills to calm you, you can talk about your upbringing, your time as a prisoner of Hydra and when they put you in the asylum, your service in the army and all the rest. There is a program for soldiers returning to civilian life which Steve himself is a part of, there will be no involuntary treatments inflicted upon you."

Quietly I prompt "Go on."

"We will organise an apartment for you beside Steves."

"I want to return to my home in Brooklyn," I say stiffly. "I want to go home."

"The apartment you shared with your husband has been sealed off since you disappeared-"

I laugh sadly with tears in my eyes, and a pain so deep in my chest a knife couldn't cut it out. "I've woken up after seventy years, everyone I know save two people are dead, my husband is dead. I just want to go back to my home. Please."

"You may go accompanied by one of our agents," he compromises. "But we would prefer that you live near Steve while you re-adjust to civilian life."

Just wanting to get out of here I nod my consent. "Can I go now?"

It's then the door opens, no police or army escorts stand there, but the red headed spy.

Natasha.

"Natasha will accompany you to Brooklyn," he says and I eye her cautiously. "She turned on the Red Room and killed its leader in her defection to Shield. I assure you that she poses no harm."

"Harm was never a concern," I dismiss and look out the window, for the first time about to leave this damn building.

"Do you want me to come?" Steve asks and I shake my head, needing to do this on my own.

We sit in Natasha's car, far different to those I'm accustomed to, driving through the ever busy streets of New York and that's one thing that hasn't changed. The chaos of the city.

"So," I say to Natasha in my own accent, needing to find some sense in all of this. "You're a widow of the Red Room."

"And you were one of the first," she says, with a respect that surprises me. "I was surprised by how fast you figured it out."

"Even if you master an accent, the trained ear can hear the truth," I tell her. "I was trained prior to the war, we were trained to identify fellow agents as well as becoming one."

"I didn't realise how far back the Red Room went," she comments. "Pre World War Two. How did you get involved?"

"My mother was one of its architects," I tell her, my hatred for that bitch the one thing that grounds me. "A Russian spy working with Hydra and the Russian government to create it. She had no problem making me the first experiment of the super soldier serum and mind control."

"I'm sorry," she says, and her empathy surprises me as well, strange for a widow. "Most of us were taken, but for your own mother to subject you to it-"

"I swore I'd kill her for it, even now I don't know how she died," I realise and laugh. "I don't care. She's dead and so is everyone else I knew except for Steve."

"I've seen how Steve has struggled to adjust, how he's struggled to even accept what's happened to him," she tells me. "Just know you don't have to do it alone."

I laugh again, the only way of coping. "That is kind Natasha but I'm afraid I don't have many friends."

"No, but you could have a family," she says and I look at her. "The Avengers. A special task force specially curated by Shield and myself. Steve is part of it. We could use another super soldier, especially one who is a widow."

Her offer piques my interest, a chance to get back into the field. "I was part of the Howling Commando's, the only woman in a group of men. They were good men, like family. Tell me more about these Avengers."

"There's six of us," she begins. "Myself. Steve. A fellow shield agent named Hawkeye. Tony, a billionaire genius. Bruce, a scientist who was exposed to radiation which turned him into something we call the hulk, and Thor, a Norse God."

I laugh but realise she isn't joking. "You can't be serious, a God?"

"Yep, we had to stop his brother Loki from committing world domination using the tesseract," she tells me. "Our first mission together. "

She pulls out her phone at a red light, which is like a mini television and control board all at once, and shows me a news clipping.

"And I thought Stalin was bad," I comment, watching the chaos unfold on the little screen. "What happened to him, and the Soviet Union?"

"Stalin died in 1953 and the Soviet Union was dissolved in 1991."

"Very good," I say, and try to remember back, to remember something other than him. "The gulags where terrible. I once infiltrated one in the late 30's to take out a target that Stalin didn't want on his hands. Well, this was before Stalin cared at all about the blood on his hands. He was trying to make the allies trust him at that point, so many assassinations that he didn't claim."

"You carried out assassinations for Stalin and the Americans still trusted you?"

"Ha, they never trusted me," I laugh. "I was an asset, one they tried to brainwash when they brought me to America, to get rid of the psychological conditioning of the Red Room. I was an asset they misused for so long until the end of the war. Then I tortured a Nazi scientist and went rogue."

"To try to find your husband," she says carefully.

"Yes," I say quietly, trying to block out the memories which in my mind are only yesterday. Not seventy years ago. "Hydra found him before I did, and here I am."

"I know in our upbringing they try to crush what humanity is in us, to take our hearts," she says and I remember that well. "You must have really loved him to risk everything."

"I did," I tell her as we drive down familiar streets. "He knew what I was and loved me anyways, he always believed that I was more good than bad."

We pull up outside the apartment and it's then I remember that day in May. The day it all fell apart.

Silently we walk up the stairs and I find the key, still hidden after all these years. With a shaking hand I open the door and find my home frozen in time. For a moment I can pretend I'm wearing a dress that falls past my knees with painted red lips, just like the day we were married.

I walk over to the table with the record player, the Andrews Sisters record still there, and beside it our wedding photo.

I pick up the photo frame, and look at him in his Sergeant uniform, the most handsome smile on his face as he looks at me in a wedding dress. We thought we had so much life ahead of us.

"We were happy," I tell her with tears in my eyes, wanting so badly to hold the memory close. "Until the Red Room tried to take him from me." I still remember the blood, the sound of the bullet, and the look on his face. "And I had to betray him and Steve and everyone else for the sake of his life." I remember the look on his face the day I returned to the Red Room, to Hydra, all for him. "I went back to the Hydra so they wouldn't kill him."

She stares at me. "You went back?"

I look at the photo of him I hold. "For him I would have done anything."

May 1944

I wake beside him. The sun peaks in over the New York skyscrapers through the window in Brooklyn. The alarm clock beside us going off.

"I don't wanna get up," I whine as his arms tighten around me. "But we gotta."

He makes a sound of annoyance and kisses my shoulder. "And that's our two whole days of leave finished."

"Don't remind me," I murmur as he gets out of bed to turn off the alarm, his naked backside glorious and I make a low whistle. He laughs and throws my clothes at me.

"Come on doll, we've got a briefing at 10."

"Ah yes let me guess," I ponder. "Hydra base in eastern Europe, we blow it up and yet again lose that damn Red Skull."

"Sounds about right," he says, leaning over to press a quick kiss to my lips, to which I protest and pull him down for a proper one.

"Don't tell me you're getting bored of me," I tease and he just laughs.

"Bored of you?" he asks and shakes his head. "I couldn't get bored of you if I tried. I mean how can I when we're out there kicking ass every other day together?"

He kisses me again and I smile. "Oh the adventures these past six months have brought."

"And the sex," he smirks, quirking his eyebrows and attacking me with his lips while I laugh, and then squeal as he pulls me out of bed naked with the sheets and all and carries me bridal style to my wardrobe. Mine which we moved from the storage unit last christmas into here. "Clothes, now."

I give him my bedroom eyes. "Is that an order sergeant?"

"It's hardly like you'd obey if it was," he retorts and I scrunch up my nose at him as he sits me on the chair in front of my vanity and passes me my brassiere. "You know how much I hate having to put clothes on you but Steve said it was an important briefing for once."

"Alright, alright," I sigh. "But it's only seven."

"And how long does it take you to do your hair?" he retorts and I laugh at the irony.

"Me? What about you Mr hair gel?"

"Shut up," he laughs and kisses the top of my head. "I'll make us some breakfest, you get dressed doll."

I can't help but smile at the domestic bliss we've found in these stolen moments together during our short periods of leave. And I was right, his home has become mine also.

By nine we're on the train to the barracks, which means the end of our nights together and back to us each sharing rooms with Peggy and Steve. But Bucky has no problems convincing Steve to spend a few hours with the men so we can have a room to ourselves every once and a while.

"9:45 on the dot," I comment as we come to the briefing room. "See, told you we wouldn't be late."

"If I let you drag me into bed again we would have been," he retorts and I laugh as we walk inside to find Peggy and Steve waiting for us. "What have you got for us Carter?"

"Well I'm glad you two are here early for once," she comments and we share a guilty look. "Our intelligence has found something rather disturbing."

"Great, something interesting then," I remark as I pull out a seat but from the look on her face I quickly realise it's serious. "What is it?"

"We should wait until the others are here," she says stiffly and feel Buck's hand on my back.

It's not long before the others come, Jacques and Dugan clearly hungover. They take their seats yet I can't shake the uneasiness at Peggy's demeanor.

When we're all ready she clears her throat and opens a folder. "Our intelligence recieved these photographs from an unknown source which depict a child soldier committing an execution of a high ranking Nazi officer."

She pushes the photo's forward and while most of the men make positive commentary at the thought of one less Nazi I go utterly cold, frozen at the sight of the child with a gun to the Nazi's head, execution style.

With shaking hands I reveal the next photo which shows her face and my stomach falls at what I hoped wasn't true.

"That's just a kid," Steve exclaims in horror at the sight. "Since when are the soviets using child soldiers?"

I close my eyes to fight the tears and feel Bucky's hand on my shoulder and hear him murmur in my ear "Lina?"

"How old would she be?" Morita asks.

"Eleven?" Falsworth estimates.

"Nine," I whisper and my tearful eyes meets Bucky's. And I know that he knows. "Her name is Ekaterina Roksana Alekseeva."

Peggy's eyes widen. "You know her?'

My lips part and I struggle to form words, but Bucky says them for me. "She's her sister."

The room goes silent until Steve breaks it "Ada-"

And I leave, pushing my chair back and making a beeline for the door, rushing through the hallway past confused soldiers until I burst out the back entrance into open air and feel familiar arms catch me as my knees give out and I collapse, a silent scream torn from my throat.

Murmuring words into my ear he holds me as I struggle to breathe at the thought of what they've done to her, at what they've forced her to do. Because I know all too well.

I sit in the corner of my room, tucked into a ball, listening to them outside.

"She won't talk," I hear Bucky tell Steve and Peggy. "She won't eat or drink anything."

"Did you know she had a sister?" Peggy asks him.

He saw her things in the unit, saw the photographs but he didn't say anything. He saw the pictures of us together, he knew something had happened. But he didn't ask because he knew it wasn't a happy ending.

"She never told me but I put it together," he says heavily. "She'll be okay, she always is, but this is too personal for her. She won't let the army get their hands on her sister after what they did to her when they brought her to America."

"But we all know she won't let her stay in the Red Rooms hands."

"I know," Bucky says quietly. "Just let me speak to her and figure this out."

The door opens again and he sits down beside me with a cup of water.

"You need to drink something sweetheart," he says and I remain silent. "What can I do?"

I look at him, with a deep fear in my gut but I need the answers. "Bring me the file."

"Lina you don't need to see-"

"Bring me it," I grind out hoarsely. "Please."

He hesitantly nods and kisses my forehead. "I'll be right back."

He leaves and I remember back to that train ride, the last time she ever saw me.

Everything I've ever feared for her has come to fruition. And it's all my fault.

Finally he returns and stands in the doorway watching me, the file in his hands. "Ada. Let me take you through it."

"What is there to go through?" I ask him. "It's pictures of my baby sister executing a Nazi. There's nothing to go through."

"Seeing the pictures won't change anything," he warns me with a gentle voice. "Don't torture yourself."

"Buck, please," I breathe, needing to know it's real, that it's her, that she's still alive and breathing, that there's a chance. "Don't make me beg."

Reluctantly he hands over the file and his eyes are filled with concern as I stare at the photographs blankly, able to see the birthmark on her cheek that our mother called her greatest flaw, her defining mark.

"Whatever's going through your head right now, just know that it's not your fault," he says. "You never told me about that day on the train, but I read the briefing after I saw the photographs. You fought with everything you had to save her."

I nod to avoid an argument and ask him "Could I be alone for a little while?"

He's hesitant, reluctant to leave me alone, but he respects my wishes. "You know where to find me sweetheart."

He kisses my forehead and I remain sitting in the corner of my room until he's gone then immediately get up, putting the file on the desk and holding the photographs under the light and sniff the paper, able to recognise the sent of the invisible ink the Red Room and Hydra use.

They wouldn't send these to intelligence without an ulterior motive.

They were meant for me and me alone.

And so I sneak into Howards lab.

Carefully I find my way through the organised chaos of his latest experiments to a lamp with a special heat signature, the one I need.

Slowly the heat reveals the ink to me, and sure enough I find the words inscribed in Russian.

A sharp breath leaves me at the first word I read, and immediately I know.

Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car.

"Those bastards," I whisper as I move another photograph beneath the light and find my orders.

RED WIDOW

IT IS TIME TO RETURN.

I sit there in contemplation for I don't know how long until Howard walks in and finds me.

"Ada, it's nearly ten at night?" he exclaims checking the watch on his wrist. "Is there something you're working on, something you need assistance with?"

"Howard, do you remember when they brought me here?" I ask him and he stills in surprise.

"Of course I remember."

"They locked me up because I opened fire on American soldiers when they seized me from a train heading to France were I planned to meet the Resistance and find my own passage to America. But they found me first."

"Yes, Erksine had to work hard to convince Senator Brandt and the others that the accident was a misunderstanding, that-"

"There was a girl with me that Hydra took," I finish and he nods, having been involved with Erksine. "That girl was my sister."

"Erksine told me," he says quietly. "Ada, has something happened?"

I push the file towards him. "They sent me this, a photgraph of my sister executing a Nazi officer. I was using your technology to decipher the message they left me."

He holds it under the lamp himself, and looks at me confused. "It's in Russian."

"They wrote the trigger words they used during their experiments for mind control with an order to return."

"To Russia?" he exclaims and I nod. "Do Barnes and the others know?"

I shake my head. "I don't know what to do Howard. They have my sister, for years I hoped she was dead but it seems she's filled my place in the Winter Soldier program. I can't let them succeed in their experiments. Mind control- they were so close with me until Erksine smuggled me out."

He sits down beside me. "What can I do?"

"I need access to Erksines files, anything he has on chemical subjugation. The Red Room uses psychological conditioning on it's students, but Hydra was working on using chemical matter in a combination with conditioning and trigger words to produce the effects of mind control. I need to know how far they got and how to combat it."

He nods. "I'll get you those files."

"Thank you Howard," I breathe. "Truly."

The files are scattered across my desk as I read Erksines notes.

April 1941

With trials of chemical subdugation being met with non effectiveness in both subject groups colleagues have decided to move forward with electroconvulsion therapy combined with suggestive trigger words. It is my conclusion that chemical subjucation is not a lost cause and with future technologies will be an effective means of control, particularly in combination with the super soldier serum. However in the mean time we elect to go ahead with the trials of electroconvulsion.

I flip to a later section of his notebook.

December 1941

Electroconvulsion has displayed effectiveness in combination with trigger phrases, however 30% of test subjects experienced heart failure with a further 40% cognitively impaired beyond treatment. The remaining thirty percent display low tolerance for the treatment. The only subject to have tolerated the electroconvulsion technique was the Red Widow, however she escaped early in the experiments and her location is unknown to Hydra. I have instructed the American forces to intercept a train heading to France with connections to the French Resistance. Zola has advised us to suspend trials on the general population and proceed with the Winter Soldier program as it seems that only those with the supersoldier serum will be able to tolerate the treatments for psychological conditioning. Except they will not be able to proceed without my co-operation. I have the faintest memories of the device that was strapped to my head, the same I found when I rescued James. Memories I have tried by hardest to supress.

Perhaps I'm wrong, perhaps I'm paranoid, but for her to execute a soldier at nine years old there is more than psychological conditioning, and considering she and I are a close biological match sharing the same mother it's highly likely her body would accept the same serum I recieved, which would make her able to withstand the electroconvulsion therapy.

The thoughts make me sick, but it's nothing I haven't thought before.

The room reeks of cigarette smoke when the door opens and Bucky walks in, cautiously looking at the files sprawled across my desk.

"Lina-"

"I know what Hydra is doing," I tell him. "I know what their plan is."

"No one can know what they're-"

"No, no one can know exactly what they are doing across the board but I know what they're doing with association to the Red Room," I tell him, stumbling over my words. "Their attempts at chemical subjugation failed which is why they've moved to electric convulsion therapy for psychological conditioning, but the average test subject cannot survive it so they are implementing it upon soldiers exposed to the super soldier serum. The Winter Soldier program. I was the first and it was halted when Erksine smuggled me out and left Hydra, but it's active and my sister is their current test subject. That is Zola's plan Buck."

"Hold up, hold up," he says, eyes darting across the files. "How the hell did you find this out?"

I grab the notebook off the table. "Howard and Erksine were working together when I first arrived here, he was able to get access to his notes and I found entries dating back to his last months with Hydra."

He takes the notebook and begins flipping through it, and let's out a laugh of astonishment. "Alright, let's take this to Peggy,and we can put a plan in place to close in on Zola."

"Wait!" I call out, grabbing his wrist. "Zola has escaped us at every turn, that's not going to change without a hell of a stroke of luck, and I don't trust luck."

"Then what are you suggesting?" And only then do I truly realise what I have to do. "Lina?"

"It has to be an inside job," I say quietly and he looks at me confused.

"What do you mean an inside job?"

"I can do it," I tell him. "Zola doesn't want to let his best experiment go yet, I can-"

"No." he says, once he realises where I'm going with this. "They'll shoot you on sight."

I shake my head. "They want me back, they left me a message and are waiting for my reply. Zola wants me for the Winter Soldier program, I can infiltrate Hydra-"

"No!" he yells so harshly that I'm speechless and he grabs my face with a roughness that tears a gasp from my throat. "You are not going there, I know what they'll fucking do to you and it'll be over my dead body!"

I stand there shocked at his outburst, at his roughness with me, at the truly unravelled look in his eye, at what's he's tried to hide. His eyes widen as he realises what he's done and his hands drop away while I have to force myself to breath.

'Lina, I- I'm sorry." I nod weakly and he turns around, hands on his head, trying to contain himself until he falls down with his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't, I-"

"It's okay," I whisper, coming to my knees in front of him, and gently pulling his hands away, into mine. "I saw what they did to you."

He shakes his head, unable to look at me. "No, you didn't. The electric convulsion- they did it to me."

Tears blur my vision as my eyes search his and I shake my head despite knowing the truth now that it's right in front of me. "No, no that can't be possible. They stopped trials on regular soldiers unless-"

It's then it finally hits me, the realisation that's been in front of me since the moment I found him.

"Unless what?" he asks and I squeeze his hands tight, needing to know for certain.

"Come with me."

No more words are spoken as we reach Howards lab, and I sit Bucky where I once sat so long ago when Howard put my blood under a microscope to show me how it differed from the regular human.

Bucky's still pale as I prick his finger and make a sample for the microscope. My shaking hand holds it in place as I bring my eye to the scope and I could almost collapse on sight when I see it and realise the full extent of what Zola did to him.

A tear slips down my cheeks as I look at him. "Lina?"

I hold his hand tight. "The Winter Soldier program focuses on injecting potential subjects with an experimental version of the super soldier serum, and then using electroconvulsion to make them obedient to those who utter the control phrase."

He looks at me in bewilderment. "Control phrase?"

And carefully I whisper the words. "Longing, rusted," recognition sparks in his eye. "Seventeen," he begins to cringe. "Daybreak."

He grabs my hand for me to stop and the realisation dawns on us both. "No," I whisper in disbelief, in denial. "They couldn't-"

"They did," he says, his voice strained and immediately my arms are around him, never before have they been so protective over him. "Lina, sweetheart-"

"I will kill Zola."

He takes my face between his hands, gently this time, but with no less desperation. "We will. You and me. But you are not going after him alone."

"James-"

"No." he says again. "I'm not letting you go."

"I'm not your wife," I retort, needing him to understand this is not his decision. "You can't tell me what I can't do." "Yeah well too bad," he argues. "Because I actually want you to live long enough to be my wife, you aren't leaving." "Well fuck that!" I snap, distancing myself from him. "I'm not the only one Zola wants to get his hands on now and I'll be damned if he gets his hands on another person that I love."

"Do you think I don't have fucking nightmares about just that!" he yells right back, moving forward towards me. "Stop playing the martyr and think about someone other than yourself!"

"I already have!" I decide. "And I'm going after him."

I tear myself away from him and start making a beeline for the door.

"The hell you are!" he yells as I make my way down the hall.

"Watch me!"

People step aside as he chases me down the corridors, until finally I reach my room and quickly slam the door shut and bar it.

"Ada!" he yells, pounding his fist on the door. "You're going to get yourself killed!"

I ignore him as I quickly scrounge through my chest for the uniform Howard made me. I've pulled my top off in the middle of getting dressed when the door breaks open with a strength we've only both just discovered he possessing and he comes onto me, pinning me to the wall.

"You aren't going anywhere," he quakes, the strength of his command falling short of the fear in his voice. "Not without me."

I push him back against the door, it slamming shut behind him as I pin his hands to it. "Try me."

This time when we move it's not the wall he pins me to, but the bed. I could easily overpower him, and I plan to until he pleads "Don't go Lina, please for the love of god don't go."

"James-"

"I love you," he breathes. "Please, don't go."

I make no promises as I pull his lips to mine, my heart having already betrayed him.

I lay beside his sleeping form, tears in my eyes.

I love him. I don't want to leave him.

But I have to. To kill Zola. To have a chance in hell of saving my sister I need to leave him.

And so I slide out of bed, naked and covered in his touch. The marks of his lips remaining on my neck. With trembling hands I pick up my uniform, securing every zipper and buckle. It's when my hand reaches into my desk draw for my pistol I hear his voice.

"Where are you going?"

"You know where," I say quietly, and plead in vain. "Please, I don't want to fight."

He sits up and catches my hand, his steely blue eyes wide and afraid. "Lina-"

"I love you James," I tell him, my heart breaking.

"Why does that sound like a goodbye?"

"Because it is."

I look at him, guilty, and his eyes stay on mine, as stubborn as ever.

"I love you Lina."

My voice has never sounded so strained. "I know."

"So why are you doing this?"

I swallow hard, struggling to stay strong willed against him. "I've never been afraid of dying, but I am afraid of being made into something I'm not, being made into a Winter Soldier. If we don't stop Zola it will be too late, not just for me, but for my sister, and for you. And I would have my hands drenched in blood before I let him touch you."

"We can do it together," he promises as I look away. "We can bring down Hydra for what they did to you, what they did to me, what they did to your sister. We can bring her home."

"And then what?" I laugh humourlessly. "Pretend do be some normal family?"

"Why do you say that like it's impossible?"

"Because it is," I say, an emptiness in my abdomen. "I will never be able to give you it."

And he knows exactly what I mean. "No matter how many times I tell you I don't mind you still won't believe me."

"Because I do mind," I tell him. "Because I want a baby."

"Oh sweetheart," he breathes while I tear up. "We can find a way, we can adopt."

"I raised my sister from when she was a baby," I tell him. "My mother didn't love her, but I did. She was more of a daughter than a sister. I want a baby. I want a little girl to be my own, to be ours. To have your gorgeous eyes. A girl that I can watch grow up." I choke up. "Grow into a woman and not a child soldier."

He holds me close as I sob into his shoulder, my heart needing him more than I could ever admit to anyone, least of all myself.

"You never know sweetheart, look at what science is doing-"

I laugh tearfully "Until the day science can give me a womb it's impossible."

"But we can bring your sister home," he promises me. "We can raise her, she's still just a kid. We can have a family, you and me and her, Steve, Peggy. We can have it all."

I nod, but I still can't let him do this. I can't let him fall into Zola's hands again. "My entire life I've been alone, I've been the one fighting, I've never had anyone fight for me. Not until now."

"Then let me," he pleads while tears slip down my cheeks, down both our cheeks. "Please Lina. Please."

"You have fought for me," I smile. "More than anyone. But this is where I draw the line."

"Why?"

"Because I can't lose you," I whisper. "Because I can't have the blood of another person I love on my hands."

It's at the thought of losing him I break.

"I can't lose you Buck, I can't- if I did I'd go mad."

"Shh, shh, come here doll."

"I love you," I sob into his shoulder. "And I will not have your blood on my hands."

"Do you really think I'm not afraid as well?" he asks. "Every day out in the field I'm out there with my sniper watching you, my job is to keep you alive. One moment, one mistake is all it would take to have your blood on my hands."

"That won't happen."

"We don't know that," he says pulling away to look me in the eye, both of us crying. "But all I know is that if I go I want it to be fighting for you. For each other."

"Buck-"

"To hell and back remember."

The one promise to him I can't break. "To hell and back."

And so I slip back into bed with him, the man I love. ~

The next days all I can think about is her, Katya.

I spend them with James, or with Howard in his lab, us both paying particular attention to the mechanics of Hydra's weapons, powered by something that is a mystery to us both.

"I wish I knew where they were getting this power," I tell Howard. "Whatever it is even Erksine was too afraid to write about it in his journals."

"Whatever it is it's like they've been using it to make batteries, which makes me wonder if the source is renewable."

"If it is then it's an endless source of power," I mutter. "God I hate Hydra."

He looks at me, no doubt noticing the bags under my red eyes.

"It's killing you isn't it, to sit here and do nothing."

"Bucky and Steve are trying to come up with a plan, but it's too risky. They aren't just soldiers, they're-"

"Assets," he finishes.

"I hate that word."

"It's true," he says despite my animosity for it. "You and Steve are weapons, and now we know about the Winter Soldier project we know what they'd do to you if they captured either of you."

"Everyone is trying to protect me to the point it is suffocating," I confess to Howard. "I've never needing protecting. I know they're doing it out of love but still-"

"Barnes won't let you do whatever dangerous plan you've concocted I'm guessing," he assumes and I nod a reluctant confirmation. "You two haven't secretly gotten married without inviting me have you?"

"Not yet," I sigh. "But he wants to, he said that if we find my sister we can raise her together."

He whistles. "That's a proposal if I've ever heard one. So why isn't there a ring on your finger?"

"Because I don't want to be a widow," I say quietly. "I can't give him any more reasons to put himself in danger for me. I love him Howard, truly, but if this is marriage I don't want it."

And those words are a betrayal on their own, but if I were to go rogue and infiltrate hydra-

"Marriage is overrated," Howard says. "The only woman I've ever been able to imagine it with is in love with another man and madly suicidal when it comes to danger."

I look at him. "Howard. I am not suicidal, I just want this all to end."

"I know," he says quietly. "But it doesn't have to end with you being a matyr."

"Now you sound like James," I mutter and he gives me an apologetic look. "I'm going to call it a night, try to sleep and then spend tomorrow thinking up more ways of how I'll murder Zola."

"That's the way," he praises as I run a hand through my disheveled hair, in need of some of Buck's supply of hairgel. "I'll check in with you tomorrow."

"Thank you Howard," I say, patting him on the shoulder before I leave to find my way to James's room since Steve is going to dinner with Peggy.

I just want to get into bed with him and try to get this all out of my mind, to have one night of peace.

I reach his room and open the door, only to find him in another woman's arms.

A woman wearing my face.

And immediately I know.

It's then I see the flash of silver.

I scream his name "James!"

He looks back just as I pull my gun free, firing three shots into her head and she falls dead to the ground, the knife still in her limp hand.

He stares in pure horror at the scene in front of him.

I stumble forward and fall to my knees, pulling the mask from her face and recognise her as being just a few years below me in the Red Room.

They sent an assassin to kill him.

If I won't return, they will kill what is holding me here.

They'll kill him.

#bucky x original character #bucky barns fanfiction #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #howard stark #howard stark fanfiction #winter soldier #winter soldier fanfic #40's bucky #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #natasha romanoff #black widow

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weareallstoriesintheend · 3 years

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As Long As You Need (Reader x Adam Sackler)

Summary: Adam and Reader are hookup buddies. Adam gets concerned that you don't want to see him for a few weeks and comes over to check on reader. Reader is struggling with anxiety/depression and Adam comforts them through a panic attack.

Warnings: Depression, anxiety & panic attacks

Note: This was the fic I wrote for the Summer 2021 @adcuficexchange for LondonID!🥰 I hope this fic is something that resonates with people, I know mental health is a vast and personal subject but I hope something hits home. Even if it's just some beautiful care from our favourite gremlin 💕

The light of the day was fading slowly and the grey cover of dusk was slipping its way into the room. You lay in bed, head tucked against the pillows, body exhausted with the expense of the energy anxiety was taking from you. You felt empty and yet full to the brim, your mind weighed so heavy that you could barely move most days. The second you heard the loud thumping knocks on your front door you jolted as if waking up from a bad dream.

“Kid you in there?” Adams voice came, muffled by the thick wood of the doors between you, booming through your silence. You realised in that moment that you hadn’t spoken to him or seen him for a while and as someone who was a pretty regular occurrence in your life it suddenly felt strange to hear his voice after such a long time, you pulled your phone out from under the pillow and unlocked it. Your eyes screwed shut at the blinding light, but peeking through your eyelashes you checked your messages. Your last text to him had been nearly 3 weeks ago, then the page was just filled with him texting you again and again. All of which, in the haze of your mind, you had ignored. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him; you craved his cheeky smile, soft hair and adorable galaxy of freckles that smattered his skin. It was just the thought of having to explain the tornado that was tearing you apart that felt like a crushing pressure you couldn’t bear. Basic daily life was enough, sometimes too much, so anything on top of that you had shut out.

You curled yourself into the sheets a little more, pulling them around your shoulders. Although they were soft cotton the brush of them across your overly sensitive skin felt like sandpaper dragging over a raw exposed nerve. You stayed as still as possible whilst his knocks continued to echo through your apartment.

In a way you wondered if you had any obligation to him at all, you guys just hooked up every now and again after meeting at a mutual friends birthday party a year or so ago. Nothing serious, no dates, just fucking. He scratched an itch for you so you didn’t have to brave the dating world that daunted you. He was fun, he made you laugh but he didn’t pressure you to spend any more time with him than coming over to hold you face down into your mattress allowed.

The knocks turned to bangs of a fist and you pulled your blanket over your head, maybe he’d just go away if he thought you weren’t home. Your body thrummed with the disturbance of your comfortable silence and it made you uneasy. A slight nausea rippled through your throat. “I know you’re home” his voice bellowed, you closed your eyes and didn’t respond. “Open the fucking door kid” he shouted, he didn’t sound angry but you couldn’t quite make out the tone. He’d never used it before around you that’s for sure, he almost sounded worried. Then there was more thumping on the door, “Kid, for fucks sake your sweet old lady neighbour is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, open the door”

You sighed and slung yourself off the bed onto your feet. The rush of movement made your head spin; your muscles and joints ached with a lack of energy. You tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the main room of your apartment, hoping that he couldn’t hear your deliberately soft padding footsteps. With your eyes trained on the door you didn’t notice the chair sticking out from the table and you bumped it as you passed. You froze dead still waiting to see if he’d heard it.

“I can hear you rustling around in there. Just open the fucking door and talk to me”

“I don’t want you to see me” you replied hesitantly, not raising the volume of your voice too high knowing he could hear you through the door now. The croak of your voice finally speaking was crackly and broken. “Why not?”

“I… I don’t look great” you looked at yourself in the reflection of the painting hanging on the wall. In the glass you could just about see yourself looking back; your hair was greasy and dishevelled, your eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with red and dark circles created a deep shadow underneath them. You suddenly balked at how awful you actually looked, you hadn’t showered in a few days and it really showed. Your face looked kind of gaunt with the limited food and sleep you’d given yourself for the last few weeks, mind always racing with one thought after another. The racing thoughts only leaving space for the basics of working at your laptop for 8 hours a day and activities to numb your mind till a restless bedtime. “Are you kidding?” he scoffed, thumping his fist once against the door, “I’ve seen you sweating, crying and covered in my cum… I don’t think you looking a little messy is going to be bother me” You cringed at how loud he was talking and in your embarrassment you frantically pulled the door open, “Jesus Adam don’t say that so loud my neighbours will hear y-“ you paused mid-sentence when you saw how he was looking at you. He was shocked and trying to hide it but his eyes were wide with sympathy. You instantly went to close the door on him again but he put his overly large foot in the way.

“Nope, no way! You opened it, I’m like a vampire, you’ve got to let me in now” he smiled cheekily. You sighed and let go of the door walking away from him. “Listen I don’t know why you’re here” you said, voice trailing behind you as you made your way to the couch hearing him step inside and close the door behind him, “I don’t really think I’m in any fit state to be fucking anyone” “I’m not here to fuck you” he retorted, for some reason that kind of stung. “Then why are you here?” you said, nestling into the couch cushions as he firmly placed himself standing in front of you. Adam was staring down at you with that intense glare he always seemed to have and you squinted your eyes, hurting due to the light from the windows, to look up at him. “Why am I here? You haven’t talked to me for like… three weeks. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here? I thought I was going to find you rotting in the bathtub or some shit” You rolled your eyes “I’m fine” “Oh right this…” he paused, flailing his arms at the quite frankly disgusting state of your living room, “… this is ‘fine’?” “This is as good as it gets” you muttered under your breath. He scoffed and you looked up at him, you took a second to take him in. He’d clearly run here, the beads of sweat were trailing gently down his temples and had matted the curly little front pieces of his hair. The outfit he was wearing, a dark blue cut off tank top, grey knee length shorts and heavy tan work boots over cream socks, would look kind of uncoordinated on anyone else but something about Adam always just… made sense.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Nothing” you rolled your eyes again, “You know you can just go right? I don’t even know why you’re bothering”

“What are you talking about kid? I wanted to make sure you were alright. You went all ghost on me and I was worried about you”

“Worried?” now it was your turn to scoff, you could feel the sickening panic rolling around inside your stomach and you needed him to leave.

“Yeah kid… worried” Adams voice suddenly had a tinge of anger behind it and it made the panic swirl harder around inside you.

“Well I don’t need you to worry about me. That’s not your job, your job is to fuck me and leave. And you’re good at that. So you do your job and I’ll do mine”

“Not true” he retorted, face screwed up a little against the harshness of your words.

“You were the one that set those rules Adam” you replied, frustration tainting your words “You don’t need to act like you give a shit”

“Hey when I commit, I really commit” “Commit to what?” you shouted, losing a little of your patience as your ears started to ring and the blood pumped through your body like a steady beat of music. “Commit to you!” he yelled back “We may not be dating or whatever but when I want someone in my life I work for that. Clearly you don’t…we are supposed to be fucking friends after all!”

He had every right to be mad, you had barely treated him like a human being lately and the wash of guilt made your heart start to jump in its rhythm. You could feel the brush of heat up the back of your neck and your pulse thudding in your ears. You shook your head wishing away what you knew was happening; the panic of the overwhelming sense of everything was rising up from your toes. He couldn’t see you like this, it was too embarrassing.

Although your breath was basically coming out like gasps you looked up at him and firmly said “Please leave”

He shook his head “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re avoiding me. Did I do something?” You stood up from your seat on the couch but didn’t get very far, your body felt over stimulated and you couldn’t get your mind clear enough to decide where to go to escape him. So you started pacing back and forth, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.

“Adam please just go” this time your voice betrayed you even further, the tell-tale break in your speech giving away the tears that had begun to brim in your eyes. You pushed the base of your palms harshly into your eye sockets, rubbing away the tears. “Hey hey hey” he said softly, reaching out for your wrists and you flinched back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Please just leave!” you shouted, panicked breath coming out of you in heavy pants. “I can’t breathe” you whispered to yourself turning away from him. Your tears, now virtually unstoppable, cascaded down your cheeks as the panic truly set in. You swayed slightly as you began to feel light-headed.

“Tell me what you need” you heard him say, but his voice felt like it was miles away from you even as he stood mere steps away with his hands outstretched slightly in your direction.

This was it, you were officially going crazy. You couldn’t even handle a simple conversation or own up to your shitty actions. You stole a glance at Adam, his eyebrows were pulled down with concern watching you and a wave of nausea rolled up into the back of your throat. He was going to think you were insane after this, this was the last time you were ever going to see him and this was how you were acting. You felt your cheeks heat up, burning with panic and embarrassment. One of the only things that kept you afloat, the only thing had made you happy as of late, was going to walk out. You could imagine him telling his friends about the crazy chick he used to fuck on the side, “She just totally flipped out on me, honestly man fucking nuts” you could practically hear his voice already, full of mocking vitriol towards you.

Then you really started to hyperventilate, chest aching with the weight of your gasps, but something in the back of your mind gave you respite… that wasn’t Adam. That wouldn’t be how he would act. He was kind. You glanced up at him as your hands began to shake violently.

“I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out, you felt your body collapse underneath you as the room began to spin around you. He dove forward to catch you as your body buckled down to the hard wooden floor.

“Come here” his voice was gentle and barely audible to you but he held you tight, this time you didn’t flinch and he quickly gathered you into his arms in the fear you would move away from him again. “It’s just a panic attack, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here, it’ll be over soon” As he pulled you into his chest, seating himself on the floor with you, he stretched his long legs out around you so his whole body was caging you against him. Your breath instantly started to slow down as the warmth and closeness of him soothed you. He didn’t speak too much, he just calmed your mind with hushed whispers of “Shhh” and “You’re going to be okay”.

You clung yourself to him, vibrating with the force of the trembles that were wracking your body. Your teeth chattered in your head causing you to screw your eyes closed in pain. Your fingers wound tight in his shirt as your breathing finally began to even out. Your body released some of the tension that was winding your muscles tight and you leant a little more into his chest.

“H-how did you know?” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper as you regained your breath.

He shrugged “My mom used to get them… and my sister for a while. I’m used to it.” he smiled softly, lips merely twitching up at the edges as he gauged your reaction. He stroked his large hand through your tangled hair, massaging his fingers over your scalp as your body relaxed and you sighed. “Better?” he asked, placing a careful kiss to the top of your head. You nodded, the scent of his cologne and sweat drifted over you as you kept yourself gripped against him, not quite ready to be moved from his warmth.

“You didn’t have to do this” you croaked, looking up at him now. He shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly, a smirk coming over his lips as he does it.

“You know we don’t just have to fuck right? We can be more than that.” he chuckled, holding your face gently with one hand, “We can also talk, we are friends right?”

You nodded again, looking up at him with wide glassy eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose and you scrunched it.

“Listen maybe we’re just friends for a little while. We can… get lunch or walk through the park when the weather gets better. Whatever you want” he shrugged, you smiled at the level of effort he was so clearly trying to give. Adam hated stuff like that, lunches out and walks in the park; he often said how trivial it all seemed to him. He liked to be at home in his own little world. So the fact he was offering to make you feel better was more than enough to bring a smile to your face. You nodded and giggled when he pumped the air with his fist in celebration.

“And you know, if you need someone to come with you to therapy or whatever I can do that too” he mumbled clearly unsure how you would respond, “You still go to therapy right? I know you mentioned it a while ago and I figured-“ he began to ramble nervously. You pressed your hand into his chest and nodded.

You pushed yourself up a little and placed a kiss to his cheek, “That would help, thank you”

He shuffled a little and rose to get to his feet before extending a hand out to you. You clasped your hand across his, so much smaller in his grasp, and used his body weight to pull yourself up on unsteady legs. He wrapped his arms around you a little bit, his body hunched over yours protectively.

“But first, you need food… and a shower” he paused for a moment, making small grunt-like thinking noises as he looked you over. Then all at once he dipped and gathered you up in his arms, you squealed loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck “What are you doing?” you protested through unsure giggles.

He didn’t say anything but started walking towards your bathroom. He kicked the door open with the toe of his boot and swung his arms so that your head just missed the door frame. He propped you, sitting upright, on the edge of your bathtub before reaching up and turning on your shower. He gestured for you to stand as the water began heating up behind you. Soft clouds of steam quickly started to rise up around the room and he nodded with satisfaction. He tentatively tugged at the base of your oversized-hoodie and you raised your arms above your head. He slipped your hoodie off in one swift motion and dropped it to the floor beside you both. You self-consciously crossed your arms over your now bare chest and he smiled down at you. He placed a kiss to your forehead before kneeling down to wriggle your panties off your hips and down your legs. You shuffled shyly, despite the fact he’d seen you naked so very many times, and stepped out of them as he reached your ankles. He tossed them on top of your hoodie, placing a tender kiss to your stomach as he knelt in front of you, before standing back up to his full height “I’ll get you fresh stuff and wash those” he noted, almost to himself as he spun you by your shoulders so you had your back to him. “You get in there” he pointed to the steady stream of hot water creating billows of steam in the small bathroom, “And I’m going to make you some soup, you still have cans of that chicken one you like?” You nodded once and he placed a firm kiss to your shoulder. With his hands on your waist he placed a final kiss to the top of your head before his touch left you completely. You smiled at his constant need to show you physical care, it was like he understood how even simple affection could heal even the worst of the pain your brain could throw at you. You turned to look over your shoulder as he left the room; like he sensed your hesitation he stopped and turned to look at you with a sweet smile…

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll stay with you as long as you need me too”

#adam sackler x reader #adam sackler #tw:mental health #adam sackler x you #adcu #adcu fic #adcu summer fic exchange #adcu fic exchange

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shu-sakamaki · 3 years

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(TW : Bullying)

Random and dark headcanons about Shuu Sakamaki

If you are not comfortable with those themes please just scroll, I don't want to make anyone uneasy, it's for fiction and fantasies only, Shuu is in NO WAY meant to be portrayed in real life, he is not a good person and none of his actions are acceptable.

In which you're a bride living in the Sakamaki manor :

- His voice is really low, much lower and raspier than his voice in the anime, it just makes more sense to me because he's always sleepy and horny, sadly he's the one who speaks the less (like, sir, just keep your mouth open and never shut up 👄🔪)

- He's just so disgusted everytime Reiji come near him that he's always scrunching his nose for a split second and then furrows his brows as if he smelled something bad but it's just Reiji (🤣🤣) and four eyes get even more mad.

- If your staring at him for too long he will stare back at you and look at you up and down. Now, there's two type of look, there is the "gtfo of my face, you're burning my eyes" (which is kinda hot in its own way 👉👈) and the "I'm horny as hell, keep staring at me I will mount you, female." And I don't know how, but he notice everything, you can try and be unnoticeable by looking at him and then looking away but when your looking back at him again, he's staring right at your soul like 👁-👁 (sir pls stop you're scaring me)

- He have bedroom eyes like, 90 % of the times, Shuu always seems to be in his own reality with his closed eyes and earphones, he somehow look zooted (on sleep and sex uhu, anyways letmeshutup)

- He's the king of side-eye, if you bother his slumber he will give you the saltiest, hottest, coldest side-eye, it'll make you tear up. My theory is that he can make people crumble with just a look. (and that's on 💫trauma💫)

- Now that we're on the subject of tears, Shuu loves them (you monster) and try a lot of things mainly out of boredom and just to randomly see you cry because why not. And him being a teaser + dacryphilia is the worst thing you can ask for. Because when the oldest lay his interest on someone, I think that the rest of the brothers kinda back off to not make him angry (they're not suicidal gud gud) so you're just getting bullied by him and everyone is just watching.

- For example when you walk past him, he'll pinch your thighs and it always hurts so bad and leaves red/purple spots or just grab your wrist and hold it really hard till you cry and beg him to not break it. And sometimes he'll just plainly ignore you which can be worst because it's always leaving you with the impression that something's gonna fall upon you when you least expect it. (Not mister playing as the Fates) And if you try to avoid him, he's going to catch up on it pretty fast and suddenly you're seeing him everywhere and he's not going to limit his torture to the manor, even in school he will find ways to terrorize you. He will say the lewdest, dirtiest things to you like its nothing or will just sneak up on you and touch your butt in the hall. (You need to keep an eye on him like the bogeyman). It's just a game for him, he's bored and you're the perfect prey to toy with.

- Yeah also he doesn't care about consent... just like the rest of his demonic gremlins of brothers, resisting him just makes it more fun for him. But if you are actually getting aggressive like pulling his hair, slapping him or scratching his skin he'll put out his knife (he gon look at you like dis 🔵👄🔵🔪) and will threatens to kill you really slowly. A thing about his knife, is that admin once said that he's carrying it everywhere, so he can just pull it out of idk where and rub it on your skin, threatening silently to slit your throat at any moment. There is always that one kid who like to draw on people's arms with a marker in school, Shuu does the same with his knife, you have little cuts here and there because of him.

- He's manipulative and merciless, you can pour your heart out to him and tell him how something just broke you and he's gonna look at you like "and what does it got to do with me?" or just fall asleep on you. He picks a lot on your insecurities just because he knows where it hurts (he doesn't really think it, he don't care lol) and will talk to you with such a mocking/condescending tone, as if your stupid and its not like you can complain about it.

- Shuu appears at the most random times and just ask you to do things that HE'S supposed to do. And you can either do your thing and he won't care or be bothered that you disobeyed and will punish you. Admin mentioned it often, how one of the scariest thing with Shuu is the unlimited feeling of uncertainty, you really never know. One day he's cool with you and the other he's not.

- Remember when Shuu talked about seduction ? He said that its the difference between him and Laito. Laito thrives off people's fear and disgust of him and he will force himself upon them, and with Laito, you're mainly scared of him. But with Shuu, there is something quite exciting about him being around you and just giving you his attention. (Idk how to explain it, it's the Shuu Effect 🦋) Sometimes you can even feel like you have a choice, when you really don't. He's guilt-tripping you a lot of the time and you don't realize it sometimes and think that it's your decision, but honey...

- When he starts to get use to you, use to you taking care of him and use to your presence that's when the trickiest part comes up. He can either, get bored of you so he'll probably leave you alone giving green signals to his brothers to do whatever they want (or he kills you) or he's falling in love.

- You know that he's falling in love with you when he's more around you to the point when he's the only face that you're seeing and his brothers are just avoiding you like the plague, everyone does, it's like, even humans have a gut feeling that being around you won't bring them good because of the scary demon behind you. (Well if you listen to him it's more of a "You're the one obsessed with me and not the opposite" but yk), he's going to insult you every ten seconds because you looked at an alive being "I'm not looking at you for ten seconds and you're already whoring yourself out ? Pathetic." (But really, it's the poSseSsiViTy), I can also see him as being more touchy in a way but it varies, it don't necessarily mean that Shuu would go tender on you.

- He built a wall around him (like attack on titan type of wall duh, Wall Maria I see you 🙄) to block and repulse any being who wants to be close to him, so when he realizes that he's falling in love with you (and hard because Shuu don't have the concept of limit) he will probably get scared and would try to back off, scare you, being even more brutal because he need to know, need to be sure, how willing you are to be with him. He can't handle a deception and also I feel like he is pretty aware of his mental state and he is deeply scared of losing you and losing himself completely in the same boat.

- When he starts to really care for you, I think that he will start to have nightmares again, especially about Edgar and other stuff involving you because how scared he is. Which bring me to an article that admin about Shuu mastering aftercare, it's 100% logic that he's with you and whispering sweet nothing till he sure that you are safe and asleep with him.

- When his shell starts to crack, it's when he's going to be as his probably most vulnerable state when you can just see how much the paranoia, the possessivity and all the trauma cloud his mind. He will still try to test you for some time and just kinda...still observing like a predator (but with more of a lovesick turn) till he's certain that you will not betray him. And don't take it personally, that's just how he is, everything has been taken away from him, all the happiness, all the color were sucked out of his life, and when there is a real opportunity of getting this happiness back he doesn't play. Literally, Shuu can not handle losing someone important again or he will go full-on Kanato insane. That's why he drown himself in sex and sleep, to not think, that's why he always have sound in his earbuds, to not hear the silence. Its not Shuu's fault that Edgar is dead, it's not his fault if the German shepherd got killed, it's not his fault if his mother didn't took care of his brother, but he'll still take the blame. (Well maybe not for Reiji but you get it.)

Thanks to everyone who manages to read it through and have a good day and remember that you're loved and worthy ❤😌

((I honestly LOVE how you emphasize the canon aspect that Shu has NO LIMITS. Or he LOVES you to the point of obsession, or no deal. That IS Shu... And I'm scared about the person I'm becoming but the ones about how scary he actually is while statically staring at you?... Was hot... O///O ???))

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scarletblink · 3 years

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Can I request?

Where Alpha! Lisa wants to have pups with Omega reader?

If you fine with smut you can do it. If you don't want it's okay! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Hii, hope you enjoy!

Today was a good day.

You were absolutely excited for your fiancés return from a huge comeback season. Don't get me wrong, Lisa facetimed you every day and you fell asleep 'online' together the whole months of her having to live back at the dorm.

But you miss her dearly, her hugs, her kisses, her...

Anyways, you were lonely having to live alone with her cats in your huge shared apartment while she was gone.

But today it's all about to change. Lisa will be back and you can finally get surrounded in her powerful alpha scent again.

"I'm home." You hear a soft voice speaking after the sound of keys jostling.

You waste no time in getting up from the bed - only wearing a large t-shirt that belongs to Lisa and no panties whatsoever - and running straight to Lisa's waiting arms.

"Whoa there!" She laughs as she catches you and prompt you to wrap your legs around her waist.

"Alpha~~~~" You squeak in happiness as she showered your face with little kisses.

"Did you miss me?" She asks while walking both of you to the couch.

"No," you joke. "Found another alpha to keep me warm."

She sits down on the couch, prompting you to straddle her lap.

"As long as it's not Jisoo." She grumbles and captures your lips in hers.

The kiss was soft and gentle but soon turned heated and passionate as you both poured how much you missed each other into the kiss.

Lisa's cheeky hands traveled to under your loose shirt, caressing your waist and making their way to your bare butt.

You squealed.

"Cheeky, aren't we?" She teases and squeezes both your butt cheeks under her hands. "If you have a new alpha why are you all ready for me?"

"Logistics." You joke.

"Of course." She nods and suddenly her face turn serious. "I have to tell you something."

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

"What is it? Something's wrong?"

Lisa sighs and grips your waist, just below the boobs.

"I really want to put some pups in you." She whispers in your ears.

That apparently turned some gears in your head, some sort of animalistic breeding desire that only a proper alpha like Lisa could ignite.

"Ar-are you sure?" You ask.

Lisa bursts into a huge smile.

"So you're down for it?" She asks happily. "I'm absolutely sure. Plus our wedding is coming up."

"Let's do it." You agree.

Lisa's gaze suddenly change and a smirk forms in her face. She quickly picks you up and a squeal falls from your lips at the sudden action.

She takes you both to your bedroom and lays you gently on the bed. She strips herself out of her clothes, her thick member already fully erect since she found out you had no panties on.

She makes her way to lay on top of you, the box of condoms on top of the nightstand completely forgotten. She removes your shirt leaving you fully naked and ready for her.

"Are you sure about this?" She asks again, consent is sexy.

"I am."

Lisa peppers your neck and collarbones full of wet sloppy kisses, you were sure now that she was back, your neck would be back to its normal state of being full of the alpha's hickeys.

She reached her hand down to your omegahood and caressed your clit with a gentle circular motion. She inserted two fingers inside your pussy, collecting as much moisture as she could and spread it out around the area.

"You ready?" She whispers and you nod.

She aligns her shaft into your entrance and gently pushes it inside, giving you a moment to get used to the thickness.

"Oh my god." You moan and prompts her to start moving. "Alpha, please..."

Lisa chuckles and sets a gentle pace, just to tease you.

"Does alpha make you feel good?" She coos in your ear and presses kisses along your pulse point.

"So good," you moan. "Faster, please."

You beg and she grants your wishes, her pace picking up into a delicious in and out motion. The only sounds in the room being the wetness of your lovemaking, moans and Lisa's sloppy kisses on your neck.

You feel your alpha's knot start to poke your entrance a little more every time Lisa slid back in. You close your eyes as you feel the next motion the engorged knot would slide inside of you.

"Ahhhh" you whined in pain as the knot makes its way inside of you, Lisa's movements now being limited to short strokes.

"Come with me." She whispers and you moan loudly in delight as you reach orgasm and at the same time feels Lisa's thick hot spurts of life inside of you.

Lisa waits for you to ride out your high and turns your positions, you now laying on top of her, head on her chest as you both are now locked together for a good hour.

"You think it worked?" You ask sleepy.

"If it didn't we can always wait for your heat and try many more times," she chuckles and kisses your forehead.

You couldn't wait to carry a mini Lisa.

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part 5

For once in your life, your eyes slowly open, only having been disturbed by warm morning sunlight. The soft comforter trapping your body heat and essentially you, as it pinned you to the soft mattress. You snuggle deeper into the sheets, breathing in the smell of clean linen and caramel.

Wait. Caramel?

With a jolt you jump from the bed, eyes wide as you look for the source of the scent. Patting down your jeans and shirt for at least one knife. You hardly remember what happened after dinner with his family. You remember booze, light conversation while feeling warm and floaty. Oh shit what was that passive that activated again? Rest assured?

"Info on rest assured." You grumble, voice soft from disuse. Your quirk happily pulls up a little informational box that you can see. Too sleepy to make the box private as it reads aloud to you.

"PASSIVE BUFF REST ASSURED. A newly unlocked buff that increases sleep quality and can only be activated around trusted individuals and safe places. Would you like a list?"

You stare at the question box with a flashing yes or no before you point with the tip of your knife to yes.

"Currently there is only one thing listed. Type : Individual Name: Bakugou Ka…."

"Oi." Someone calls from the front door of the apartment as you dismiss the information with a wave of your hand. He discards his boots at the door before making his way to his bedroom.

"You talking to yourself dumbass?" He says, blocking your only exit by leaning on the door jamb. He holds an iced coffee towards you, his eyes sharp as he adds.

"We need to talk about your file."

Crossing his arms you ignore his offer of iced appeasement, he sets it on the low dresser as you speak.

"It's not up for discussion."

"I'm your boss, I deserve to know."

"What you deserve to know is what's in that file. My whole life doesn't fit into a manila fucking folder. Quit asking questions."

"I'll ask what I want." He growls, "Because it's suspicious that you have this unbelievably complex quirk and yet I'm sure your top skills have nothing to do with stealing."

"If you're that concerned then ask the director of the program. I'm not the only secret 'reform'." You throw your hands into the air is exasperation

"He showed up dead shortly after you were inducted. Plus no one has any real record of what you've done. Not a single thing listed on what you've stolen."

"Talk to Deku then, he's next in line for that program, he ain't dead."

"He said he doesn't remember approving your file." He bites back and before you can retort strong fingers wrap around your wrist. His calloused pads brush over the cool metal of your bracelet.

"RECOGNIZED, BAKUGOU KATSUKI : NEW LIMITED ACCESS GRANTED. 1. Health and Condition status, upon request 2. Top five skills 3. Buffs that would benefit Bakugou Katuski. 4. Pending buffs to be activated by host. Please state a number."

"Two." "Cancel!" You try to shout over him but he beats you to it. The bracelet opens up a little box displaying your top five skills as of late.

"Stab resistance, poison resistance, what would a thief need those for? Stealth is number three and slight of hand is number five. Shit don't add up Princess." He glares while your nostrils flare, ripping your wrist away from his grip.

"You're really fucking pushing it…" He takes a step towards you while you step back as if it were part of a dance as you try so hard to keep your wrath in check.

"Am I? Like I said, shit ain't adding up. You have this bracelet that still has limited information to your quirk, support knows nothing of the recordings or god damn blocks you've placed on it and lastly…" Your knees hit the back of the back of the bed causing you to sit on the mattress. His rough palms come to lie flat against the fabric next to your thighs as he leans in. You fight to shrink back.

"Lastly, I deserve to know how an unnamed woman, who obviously knew you, turns up dead moments after I arrive on scene and then her body is gone in a matter of minutes. She poisoned you with a complex concoction that the lab in the agency has yet to figure out the formula to it and yet you knew the fucking antidote? What did you really do?"

Rage boils in your blood as you stare into his vermilion eyes. Like flipping a switch you turn ice cold, your breath mingles with his.

PASSIVE BUFF SHARP TONGUE ACTIVATED INSULTS DEALT WILL HAVE 39% MORE STING.

"You know what's funny? You don't see me asking how you became a manager with your shitty attitude. Nor do you see me asking how you manipulated and gaslit your way to the number one spot." You press your cheek against his as your lips graze his ear, "And you sure as hell don't see me asking how you're considered a hero at all after you told Izuku to kill himself in middle school."

The scars in his chest and stomach roar to life, demanding attention as his shirt scrapes against the sensitive skin. He takes a step back as if struck while the room begins to smell of smokey spiced caramel. His bones groan as his knuckles bloom white.

You smile as you stand, collecting your bag and the jacket he lent. Even grabbing the iced coffee he got you. Because why let it go to waste?

Cruelty slips onto your shoulders as nicely as his borrowed jacket while you pause at his bedroom door wanting nothing more than to leave him with terrible thoughts.

"Did you ever even apologize for that?"

Silence is your answer as you chuckle to yourself.

"Didn't think so."

You leave him with those nasty thoughts. Long gone as he still pants, pain shooting through his gut and lungs as it did all those fucking years ago.

As he moved without a second thought and placed himself in front of a stupid, dopey mop top boy who tried to hold up the weight of the world by himself.

With a guttural growl he looks over his destroyed room, as if a bomb went off.

He reaches for his phone dialing the number he never bothered to save.

"Meet me at our usual when you get off your stupid fucking shift. I know you've forgotten to eat you useless hero." The other line chimes in with a deep laugh as he adds.

"Okay Kaachan. I'll be there."

Izuku doesn't get invited out often and especially not by Bakugou. So the emerald haired boy decides to keep an eye on his oldest friend. Silently watching and not glancing too long as hot head huffs and puffs, taking another shot. The ash blonde's favorite spicy ramen goes untouched as the large man across from him slurps up his fourth bowl, covered in sweat and dirt from the day's work.

"You better get my fucking money's worth of this endless ramen bowl shit." He bites, slamming down another shot, fingers subconsciously finding the old scar on his chest. The action does not go unnoticed by his more docile friend. Izuku thanks the waiter as he starts on his fifth bowl.

"I'm starting to think you're mad about more than the endless ramen you ordered me." Bright emerald meet dark garnet eyes that glare, Bakugou's cheeks burn in his buzz.

"Fuck you. Nothin's wrong." Another deadly shot.

"That's your seventh. Kaachan you can't fool me. Your body language gives it away." Bakugou follows Izuku's eyes to his fingers. Quickly he removes his calloused pads from the divot. Angrily staring at the wall like a child who's been caught.

"Fuck you." He murmurs, silence settles over the pair in the far back corner of the restaurant. Bakugou's eyes glance over to Izuku who continues to eat, crimson bore into the scars on his arms from where the dumbass had broken them time and time again. His scars burn with your words, with the memory of what he's said in the past.

Too cruel and for what?

"You know I'm-" Bakugou starts but Izuku holds up a hand, wanting to spare his friend.

"I know, you've shown me everyday, even before you jumped in front of me, Kaachan. I've always known." He leaves it at that, in his heart he knows that Bakugou is sorry. He's seen it in every action since their first year at UA, he doesn't need to hear him say it.

What good are words when actions spoke louder?

"So what's bothering you? Worried over someone? You're dating Rogue now right?" Izuku asks, holding his chopsticks at a point while Bakugou takes another shot.

"Her file is what's bothering me. Deku, she doesn't have a fucking thing of her past. Not to mention you don't even remember signing off on her. Real responsible." Bakugou watches with a dull snarl as Izuku goes back to slurping his noodles.

"Ka...Kaachan." Izuku chokes, "Not fair. They put a lot of your desk too and I bet you don't remember half of it."

"I'd remember something like that. Just makes it that much more suspicious. Probably foraged by someone but the question is who…." Katsuki sets his head in his hand, staring at his orange broth.

"Well, did you ask her yourself?" Bakugou scoffs in response.

"Yea, and it didn't fucking turn out well." His finger finds his stomach this time, the ghastly white crater suddenly irritated by the fabric of his shirt. Izuku stops eating, he isn't stupid and easily connects the dots. The soft man thinks back a decade of his friend is the worst condition but more worried about him.

"Kaachan…" Deep jade eyes water a bit but Bakugou puts up a hand

"Don't." He barks, sighing.

"So you must really care about her if whatever she said affected you that much. You weren't even bothered when they were trying to 'cancel' you." Izuku taps Bakugou's bowl with his chopsticks, silently begging the blonde to eat. Hopping he'll take at least a bite to soak up some of that alcohol. Reluctantly deadly fingers pick up the sticks, gathering ramen between them but still undecided if he should eat.

His silence is answer enough for Izuku.

"I know my agency started the program. I'll look into it some more tomorrow. I'll be mostly office duty since I have so much paperwork anyway. But even if her past is dark Katsuki, what are you going to do? She may not have had any say in the matter, she doesn't give me that evil vibe."

Bakugou thinks back to you. How you fight, how you hold yourself.

How cute you were sleeping on his shoulder before he eased you onto his lap. How softly you snored in his bed. His stomach twists, Izuku's words and yours floating around his head.

"I guess I'll decide once I have more answers." With that the blonde decides to bring the spicy noodles to his lips.

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