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moodymelanist · 3 years

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One Thousand Followers Celebration

okay I’m honestly kind of shook that we’re even here but thank you to everyone who’s a part of our little corner of the fandom. I love you all so so much and I’m so happy to be here ❤️ most people requested something cute and fluffy so here’s Cassian being drunk and and Nesta comes to get him. I hope you all enjoy!! 💘💘💘

feel free to read it on AO3 here too!

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Nesta was halfway through her latest read when her phone started buzzing incessantly. It was just getting to the good part, where the main couple started to realize maybe there was something more between them than burning hatred, and she didn’t want to put it down. Frankly, it reminded her of her own love story, but she’d never admit that to anyone out loud.

She was forced to look away when her phone was vibrating so constantly with texts she thought someone was calling her. Sighing, she reached for her phone, unlocking it only to see her husband had sent her almost twenty messages.

Cassian, 11:52 PM

Nesta

Nes

I love yiu sooooo muche

Youe so pretty

I weish u were here

everyons laufghint at me but i miss u

wyd

nesssssssssss

are u ignoringme for a book agwain

Swethearft<3

did i tell u i luv u td

wait its ok I ddid

i want a kiss when i see u ok

The remaining messages were a jumble of Spanish and English words mixed together, and while she had a working knowledge of Spanish, she didn’t know it well enough to even attempt to decipher what he was trying to tell her. Still, she couldn’t help but smile as she read through them all, affection blooming in her chest for her favorite person in the world.

Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel had gone out to their favorite bar for guys night, and Cassian was clearly drunk off his ass. It was really hard to keep a straight face with him normally, but when he was drunk, she thought it was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen.

Nesta, 12:01 AM

I love you too, you big goofball

I’ll give you a kiss and a hug when I see you how’s that

Her phone was ringing within seconds, a picture of Cassian filling her screen before she answered.

“Hello?” she said, marking her page with a bookmark before closing it.

“Nesta!” Cassian exclaimed. She had to pull her phone from her ear for a moment, but she smiled again anyways.

“Hi, Cassian,” she replied, trying not to laugh. He was just so cute. “Are you having a good time?”

“Leave me alone, I’m talking to my wife,” he said, his voice sounding slightly further away. He must have been talking to Rhys or Azriel, but the way referred to her made her want to melt. They’d been together for years and married for just over one, but it still sent a thrill through her to hear him claim her out loud.

“Nes?” he said, his voice back to normal volume.

“I’m here,” she said, getting off the bed to begin looking for her shoes. He normally called her and started getting ridiculously affectionate when it was getting close for him to come home, so it was only a matter of time before he asked her to come get him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Looking for my shoes,” she replied, spotting her boots on the floor. Leaning her phone against her ear, she bent down and put them on over her leggings before walking back to her dresser.

“Are you coming to find me?” he asked. She couldn’t help but smile at how excited he sounded by the prospect.

“Yes, baby.” Nesta hit speaker and put the phone down on their dresser as she took off the oversized shirt that she’d borrowed from him, slid a sports bra on, and put on a plain tee shirt over it.

“Oh thank God,” he said, and then dropped his voice to a loud whisper. “You’re much more fun than the dumbasses I’m with.”

She’d opened her mouth to reply, but then Cassian began talking to someone else nearby. “Tarquin! Fancy seeing you here! Are you still mad about your windows? Nes, I gotta go. Love you.”

It was a cool September evening, so Nesta grabbed a denim jacket before throwing her hair up into a bun and leaving their apartment. Once she got to her car, it was a short fifteen minutes to get to The Sidra. Thankfully there was ample street parking around the corner, and the bouncer let her in with a quick flash of her ID.

Nesta walked inside, spotting her husband and his friends immediately. They took up a ridiculous amount of space in one of the booths, and she couldn’t resist smiling as Cassian visibly brightened by her appearance.

“Nesta!” he shouted, grinning widely as she got closer. So much for subtlety, she supposed. She offered repeated apologies as she walked over to where he was sitting, but thankfully most of the people there seemed to think his behavior was too cute to be a serious nuisance.

Once she was next to the side of the booth he was sitting on, he pulled her in for a hug, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and laying his head on her chest.

“Cassian,” she said at a normal volume, endlessly amused as he snuggled into her. She leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head before turning to greet Rhys and Azriel, both of whom looked seconds away from breaking out laughing.

“Don’t you dare,” she told them, tightening her arms around Cassian as she gave his friends a look. They both hold their hands up in surrender, Azriel raising his beer at her before turning back to Rhys.

“I missed you,” Cassian said against her chest, his voice muffled. “So much.”

“Every minute without you was excruciating,” Nesta said, playing along. He looked up at her with a pout.

“Stop teasing me,” he told her. He was frowning slightly now. “I did miss you a lot, you know.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just so cute like this, it’s hard not to tease you a little bit.”

“Not as cute as you.” Cassian smiled up at her, pleased with himself. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes good-naturedly and let him tug her into his lap.

“Sorry to crash your guys’ night,” she said to Rhys and Azriel now that she was facing them.

“He’s not as much fun when he gets like this anyway,” Azriel replied, chuckling. “In his old age, he’s turned into a sappy drunk.”

“Hey! We’re the same age!” Cassian protested from behind her, tightening his grip around her waist. Azriel and Cassian had both turned thirty earlier this year, while Rhys’ birthday wasn’t until November. Nesta had turned twenty-eight back in April.

“Good thing I like sappy drunks,” she said, twisting around to face him. He gave his friends a smug look as she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek, his stubble scratching her face in a way she loved.

“You two are the worst,” Rhys groaned.

“Like you and my sister are any better,” Nesta shot back as she turned around. Feyre and Rhys had been together since their college days and had tied the knot once they’d both graduated.

“Speaking of her, I’d love to get back home to her,” he replied. He pulled out his phone and began texting, and Nesta guessed he was asking if she was still awake.

“I guess that’s it then, huh?” Azriel asked, raising an eyebrow at Nesta.

“I’m sure Gwyn is dying to see you too,” she teased, smiling softly at him. She and Emerie had colluded with Cassian and Rhys to set the pair up on a blind date last year, and everyone had been thrilled when they’d agreed to keep seeing each other.

“She has a performance tomorrow, so she’s probably already asleep,” Azriel answered, raising a hand to catch the closest server’s attention.

“I told you my wife was hot as fuck,” Cassian said suddenly, shifting to point wildly at Nesta as their server – a young woman named Nuala – came by to bring them the check.

“I’m thrilled,” she replied dryly, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Nesta. “He hasn’t shut up about you for the last half an hour, you know. Thank God he wasn’t making you up.”

“Thanks,” Nesta said, her lips twitching from trying to hold in her laughter. Rhys put down his card to pay for all of them, waving off Cassian and Azriel’s attempts to give him money for their share of the check. Within a few minutes, the four of them were getting out of their booth and beginning the walk to the exit.

Cassian immediately went for Nesta’s hand, intertwining their fingers before bringing their hands to his mouth so he could kiss the back of hers.

“That is so unhygienic,” she said, exasperated. “I haven’t washed my hands since I left our place.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, grinning at her. He kissed the back of her hand one more time before lowering their hands to swing them between the two of them as they kept walking.

“Who’s that guy glaring at you?” Nesta asked, noticing a tall Black guy staring Cassian down from a booth near the door. He had silver curls that stood out brightly against his dark skin, but he couldn’t have been much older than any of them. It had to have been natural, since his eyebrows and lashes were the same color.

“Oh, that’s Tarquin,” he replied, waving at Tarquin with a sheepish grin from where they stood. Tarquin flipped him off before turning back to his companions, who both shared the same dark skin and silvery hair.

“Why is he glaring at you? Do I need to talk to him?” Nesta asked, frowning. She was the only one allowed to glare at her husband like that.

“No sweetheart, it’s fine,” Cassian replied, laughing as they walked by the table. “It’s our inside joke. He threw a party senior year of college and I might have gotten drunk and broken a few windows in his house.”

“You what? Cassian, that’s not an inside joke.”

“It’s fine, Nes. I paid him back for it, but his parents were pissed. I’m banned from his neighborhood, actually.”

“That is not fine.”

“I might be drunk, but I know when I’m right,” Cassian said, just before walking right into the door. Azriel had accidentally let it swing behind him and Cassian hadn’t grabbed it in time, and it got him right in the face.

Nesta burst out laughing before she clapped her free hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. Are you okay?”

“The love of my life just laughed at my pain,” he whined, yanking open the door. Azriel and Rhys were absolutely losing it on the other side, making it hard for Nesta to keep her composure in solidarity with Cassian.

“Let me see it,” she said once they were outside. Cassian had pressed his hand to the side of his face, but Nesta got him to move it with her free one. His cheek was red from the impact, but she was sure it’d be fine with some ice once they got back to their place.

“It’s not so bad,” she reassured him. It was hard to keep a straight face with his friends – mostly Rhys – still howling in the background, but she got on her toes to give him a kiss on his face.

“It still hurts,” he said, pouting at her. “Can I get another kiss?”

“You big baby,” she said, but she leaned in and kissed his cheek again. “That’s all you’re getting. When we get home, I’m putting ice on that.”

“I love it when you boss me around,” he said dreamily, letting her tug him past his friends. “It does things to me.”

“Please take him home,” Rhys called from behind them. Nesta flipped him off before Cassian could, earning another wide grin from him as they walked towards her car.

“Thanks for the best thing I’ve ever seen!” Azriel added, both of their laughter fading the farther Nesta and Cassian walked.

“They’re so mean,” Cassian grumbled as she dug into her pocket for the keys.

“You want me to yell at them? Hurt their feelings a little?” she offered, unlocking the doors.

“No,” he said, pouting again. He got into the passenger seat as Nesta walked around to the driver’s side, and he immediately reached for her hand once she sat down.

“I’d do it if you wanted me to,” she told him, shooting him an amused look before starting the car.

“Maybe a real kiss would make me feel better,” he suggested, leaning towards her and puckering his lips.

Nesta leaned in and brushed her lips against his, but he wasn’t having it. He cupped the back of her head as he deepened their kiss, warming her up inside from the cool September air.

“Come on, let’s go home,” Nesta said, pulling away even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. He huffed and pouted but thankfully put his seatbelt on.

It was a quick ride back to their building, and thankfully Cassian managed not to walk into any more doors on their way upstairs. He wrapped his arm around her as they got off the elevator, which Nesta thought was as much for balance as it was to hold her close.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” he said once they were back in their apartment. He immediately walked into the bedroom and flopped on their bed, somehow managing not to knock anything over or hit Nesta’s book.

“You’re welcome,” Nesta said back, taking the time to take off her jacket and shoes before walking to the freezer to grab a bag of frozen peas. She wrapped it in a paper towel before coming to lay next to him, taking down her bun so that her hair was down around her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, turning to look at her. His eyes lit up when he noticed her hair was down, and he reached over to play with it. She handed him the peas instead, making sure he pressed them to the side of his face.

“I thought I knew all your secrets,” she whispered back, smiling softly as she indulged him. She loved that she was the one who got to see him like this, that she was the first person he saw in the mornings and the last person he saw when he closed his eyes at night.

“You do,” he confirmed, pulling the peas away to smile at her. She gave him a disapproving look and he quickly put them back before continuing. “I love nights like these.”

“Why’s that?” she asked. She reached out to brush some of his loose waves away from his face so they didn’t get in the way of the peas.

“I never thought I would be as happy as I am right now,” Cassian said seriously. His other eye was blocked from the position of the peas, so Nesta just held the gaze of the one she could see as he moved his hand to cup her face.

Sometimes he would say things like this that made her feel like her heart was going to burst from how sweet he was. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He shifted closer to her, and Nesta inhaled deeply at the lingering scent of his cologne. “I remember when you wouldn’t even say my name out loud. Now you’re here with me and my peas.”

She laughed before answering. “It was the peas that really sold me, you know. I should have written them into my vows.”

“And you’re telling jokes? Tonight must be my lucky night.”

“Shut up before I take the peas from you, Cassian.”

“You love me too much to do that, Nes.”

“Stop using my love for you against me. It’s unfair and you know it.”

“Never,” he said, running his thumb across her cheek. “I love you too much not to use every advantage I can get.”

“I taught you too well,” she said, smiling softly at him. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

She turned to kiss his palm, as unhygienic as it was, and then got up and started changing into pajamas. He groaned as he rolled off the bed, stretching as he stood up to reveal a strip of golden-brown skin at his abdomen before walking towards their bathroom.

Nesta joined him to brush her teeth in another one of his oversized shirts and no pants. He finished first, squeezing her hip as he walked by her and went back into their bedroom. She quickly brushed through her hair and pulled it into a loose braid for sleep before turning off the light.

Cassian was waiting for her under the covers, laughing as he examined the back of her book. “Is there smut in this one?”

She rolled her eyes before grabbing it from him. “You’re insufferable.”

“That’s a yes, then,” he said, grinning. She turned the lights off and put the book on her nightstand before she slid under the covers, snuggling up next to him anyway.

“I’ll let you know when I get to the juicy parts,” she grumbled eventually. He laughed under his breath, pulling her tighter against him as he maneuvered them so her back was to his chest as usual. His heart was beating its usual steady rhythm against her, a familiar baseline that let her know she was safe and everything was right in the world as long as she could curl up next to him every night.

“I love you,” she whispered, not sure if he was asleep yet. He could fall asleep anywhere, and ridiculously quickly at that; she wasn’t too proud to admit she was jealous.

“I love you, too,” he replied, tangling their legs together.

It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep after that.

#acotar #acosf #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #one thousand followers ahhhh

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jiminrings · 3 years

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i think stem!koo would compare himself with the other guy and start questioning if that’s more oc’s type and if he’s just the outlier. maybe even tries mimicking the other guy to see oc’s reaction… like if oc was talking to hobi and guk saw and then when they meet up a few day later oc’s like???? why are you blonde?

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

besides hoseok having the divine ability to throw pretty cool parties, it turns out he’s actually pretty cool too — too bad jungkook doesn’t know how to handle his jealousy at all.

“would you hate me?”

there’s no morning like today, really

no morning like today because all three of you woke up before 10 am

setting alarms when there are no classes is the equivalent of setting yourself up and you will not subject yourself to that!! — you wake up at like 12 pm max

yoongi would typically wake up at 4 in the morning, groggily realize that it’s iNDEED 4 in the morning, and go back to sleep — he wakes up seven hours later <3

jin’s sleeping pattern (or as what he calls un-blinking hours) fluctuates so oftenly and is therefore non-existent — he wakes up only when you wake him up!!

the three of you just started coming out of your rooms one-by-one and were in a daze looking at each other :|

no morning like today because now that the three of you woke up practically at the same exact time for an unknown reason, you asked if you can have jungkook come over for breakfast and they agreed

“do you guys mind if i invite jungkook for breakfast?”

“nah. go ahead.”

“it’s alright i understand i-?? what did you just say?”

jungkook also feels like there’s definitely something in the air this morning and it’s not weed lol

jin greeted him and yoongi nodded at him??? it felt as weird yet gratifying as a nickelodeon show crossover

all of you are immersed in casual and playful chatter in a somehow haze!! seokjin’s on autopilot preparing four (!!) bowls and yoongi’s getting the family (!!) cutlery instead of the disposable visitor ones

which is why the moment you ask a seemingly-loaded question, everyone just immediately snappeD out of it and was brought back to reality

“would you hate me?”

“never.” (jungkook fervently shakes his head no that his neck felt like it was unscrewed at one point)

“i would gaslight everyone and everything for you.” (yoongi snickers with his hands across his chest, actually thinking that he could also gaslight anything for you even if it’s an inanimate object)

“depends.” (jin carelessly shrugs as he tries to convince himself that you wouldn’t commit arson to his dream shared house with you and yoongi)

...

well they really didn’t let you finish ://

“thank you, but i didn’t mean it that way,” you snicker in thought at each of their answers, giving jungkook a grateful pat on his knee

yoongi almost scowls at that but he, along with jin, catches your incessant gaze

oh the question is meant for the two of them???

“would you hate me if i convince the two of you to split with me the cost of a canvas painting?”

a what

since wHEN are you into canvas paintings???

the two of them have their mouths slightly ajar and even jungkook’s joining in because even if he’s nOt included in this conversation, he’s also surprised???

“like an old abstract painting?” jin grimaces and therefore breaks the silence, blindly folding in his fluffy pancake mix to look at your reaction

“god, no,” you shudder already at the thought of an old painting with asbestos you can’t gauge the meaning of being hung at the large empty wall, “it’s for our dorm.”

.... oh?

they aren’t really against chipping in for an item that only yOU would benefit from, but it’s kinda exciting to think that all three of you are involved

“how big is this painting that you’re talking about?”

yoongi asks in deep thought, already thinking about nails and screws (which probably aren’t allowed) and the backup heavy-duty mounting tape

he’s curious already!!!! screw him!!!

“really?” your eyes considerably widen, looking at the teo of them, both shrugging at each other and that’s already your seal of approval!!! see!! you didn’t even have to plead :D

“A1 — that’s what the guy said. i found him on instagram!!”

yoongi narrows his eyes at you unironically, tch-ing at what you just said

“i don’t speak in barbecue sauce, y/n.”

.,.,.,...,. pls

jin snorts extra loudly because yoongi’s completely serious and not kidding at all when he only knows A1 as a goddamn brand of sauce instead of an actual measurement

“A1 means 23x33 inches in sizing, dumbass.”

the guy at the receiving end of chuckles only nods with newfound knowledge, already mapping it out

“what’s it about? i-i can chip in too if you’d like!!”

jungkook interjects sincerely, raising his hand out of classroom habit to which he sheepishly brings down

“it’s okay, koo. you don’t need to,” you reply back sincerely and effectively shut out the egging that yoongi and jin are giving him, something along the lines of “hey jungkook!! what if you pay for it whole, hm? you can come over for breakfast next time if you do.”

jungkook was really about to steal your phone and enter his card information in a sECOND if only you didn’t stop him

“the painting is to die for, y’know?” you hype it up as much as you could, holding jungkook’s hands in place so he can stop reaching for his wallet

“it’s a painting of a sheep on a field, with the mountains behind it, that says atleast we’re under the same sky!!”

it’s pretty much safe to say that jin and yoongs were ready to lay down their money right then and there

neither of you can put a finger on it but it just tOUCHES your heart!! it’s a piece that pops up in your mind every now and then and feels like a fond memory while at it

“...and sent! quick too — he already gave me the payment confirmation.”

that’s nice!! not even five minutes after you sent your proof of payment and he already acknowledged it

the fact that it’s already paid for now aND is probably gonna get delivered within a matter of days is exciting, really

“i think i’d toss and turn in bed until that painting arrives,” yoongi yawns in admission, going into town with the powdered sugar on his pancakes that you physically had to stop him

“i’d save that painting first when there’s a fire,” jin snickers but it’s not that well-received, getting a pointed glare in return from yoongi, “fine. i’ll save y/n first and then the painting.”

this is your happy place :-)

your three favorite boys in the whole entire world in the sAME room!! and they’re not arguing!! there’s now dwelling in the past!!

just mediocre tolerance from yoongi and jin’s side, then half-giddiness and half-nervousness from jungkook’s side

“when it arrives, i’ll take a picture of the three of you and get it printed!”

kook offers and it earns him a ruffle on his hair, surprisingly from jin, that makes him almost chOke on the most delicious pancakes he’s ever tasted

“thank you, koo.”

jungkook’s getting used to this, actually

normally he’d expect a kiss on his cheek for his wonderful offer!! or maybe a hand on his thigh!! but he’s slowly starting to realize that you’re not always a physically affectionate lover

he’s admittedly the clingier out of the two of you but it’s okay!! right!!!!!!! it is :D

he’s sitting beside you right now on the couch anyway!! he’ll take that

yoongi, however, will nOT take it because that’s his spot and jungkook’s taking it away from him >:( he’s only noticed now out of the twenty minutes the four of you have been sitting here

he’s sneakily scraping off the powdered sugar from his pancakes and to the edge of his plate, ready to spill it on jungkook so he’d have an excuse of pushing him to the bathroom and take his spot beside you

just one more scrape and-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKKKKKKKKKKKK-!!!!!!

literally everyone jolts with the abrupt knocking on your door and it even panics you a little

“w-who’s that?” jungkook fidgets on his seat and raises his feet on the cushions (no one can scold him bc everyone is also preoccupied) and his hand grips on your forearm out of instinct

“are you expecting anyone?” you ask jin because this may just be namjoon who’s rushing to get inside because students might see him

“no one,” he shakes his head and turns to yoongi, “this yours?”

yoongi shakes his head, his hand still clutching at his chest, “didn’t even order anything online these past two weeks.”

this is okay!! robbers don’t knock on the door, right? :-)

you make the initiative to stand up but you get tugged almost immediately by the three of them, shrugging them off as calmly as you could

“i’ll just see, alright?”

you peep on the keyhole and you relax immediately, just seeing a delivery guy with a huge package

you open the door and jungkook sputters of why the hell you would, about to skid towards you when-

“hoseok?”

is that-

is that jung hoseok??

jung hoseok as in your junior, the one who’s notoriously known for throwing the coolest parties ever?? to which he gets even the seal of approval from his seniors??

the same hoseok who threw the party wherein jungkook was ditched by jimin and you needed to walk him home? the one who threw the party wherein tae slipped outside and you needed to take him to the hospital??

tHAT hoseok????

he’s kinda cool for all of that actually

“Y/N???”

he’s just as surprised as you are, mouth actually dropping agape

the both of you are so surprised that neither of you seem to acknowledge the mammoth of a package that he’s holding

...

....

“oh my god, you’re the one who ordered my painting!!!”

hoseok actually leaps to hug you and it’s a miracle that you’re not knocked over with his sheer force, giddily jumping up and down as if embracing you is not enough

he pulls off before you could even poke at him, instead holding you by your shoulders and jostling you lightly now

jungkook’s watching the whole thing unfold and he’s still quite stuck on the couch, head tilting in confusion

why.... is hoseok.... hugging you.....

why........ are you letting him..... hug you

“oh my god!!! you’re the one!!!!! i-i thought no one would buy from me because i’m a small business and i don’t have a lot of works right now and my style is different but — yoongi!!!!”

hoseok attaches to yoongi next and the older guy just chuckles, patting him on the back

they’re not really close and no one really hugs their senior like that, most especially yoongi, but here they are

“let me guess, you’re one of the three who bought it, right?? y/n messaged me saying that she has two friends chipping in and asked me that if i could, add in some freebies!! and i did!!!”

man,, hoseok is quick

“we didn’t know you’re the one who made it,” you admit which gets a lot of nodding from both parties

“i didn’t know either that you guys were the one who bought it!” hoseok exclaims and turns his head to jin, “mr. kim!!! thank you so much!! you complete the trio, right?”

you and yoongi are bAFFLED at hoseok hugging seokjin, or rather mr. kim, aka an official of student affairs

what’s even more baffling is that jin doesn’t look surprised at all

“you two — i- uhm? i don’t-...”

“... hoseok’s my plug. our plug, actually.”

hoseok doesn’t even look the least bit fazed, even nodding and laughing as he raises his hand

“i’m a business major!!”

ok wait maybe that does explain everything

jungkook’s so lost looking at the scene in front of him and frankly, he doesn’t know if he’s still included at this point

he’s frazzled when hoseok’s eyes slightly widen at the sight of him but later grin at him, looking back at you to wiggle his eyebrows

“and jungkook, is a stem major.”

it seems like no one but jungkook is surprised at hoseok’s sudden barging presence in the dorm

no one is batting an eye when he invites himself to stay and plop on the couch

“here, you can have mine.”

jungkook helplessly looks at you when you offer yOUR plate (that has one whole pancake left) to hoseok and leave him be

no one’s questioning him because after all, the three of you are busy unwrapping the package while he continues to explain

“what was i saying again? oh right!! i panicked when i saw the money transferred to my account because even if we were chatting, at first i was a littlE hesitant because like, bogus buyers amirite??” he speaks through a mouthful of pancakes, “and then you paid!! and i saw the address and tHEN i was really excited and like panicked? i didn’t want to get it shipped when you’re this near because that’s expensive!! and i wanted to thank the three of you personally!!”

“— which is why i sprinted all the way here!!”

that explains hoseok’s breathless and sweaty state, the whole tale of him bumping into the dean at one point and almost stomping on a pigeon making everyone entertained

everyone besides jungkook.

is it just him or is everyone’s eye twitching right now

is this his dorm? no. but does he feel like hoseok’s intruding, regardless if he lives in here or in the perspective of a fellow visitor? yes.

apparently, nONE out of the three of you seem to think so

because it’s all so good!! hoseok probably lives in your dorm too because why else would you give up your breakfast for him??

the three of you are actively fawning over the painting and jungkook’s just sO sure that it’s giving hoseok the biggest ego boost of his life ://

they just share a class or two, they aren’t really close anyways

hoseok’s the type to be intimidating and popular at the same time but surprisingly, he’s friendly in a way

ok maybe jungkook’s just getting a little over in his head rn

if he leaves, then it’s also hoseok’s time to leave!!!

he’s already practicing the words in his head

“come on hoseok, they’re the furthest thing away from being done at fawning. let’s walk together back to the dorms.”

he’s about to say it when-

“anyone have a headband i can borrow?”

hoseok asks aloud and effectively catches everyone’s attention, making you stand up in agreement

what the fuck is actually happening

jungkook watches you hand one of the headbands you wear during your games to hoseok, a guy you barely know, like it’s no big deal?????

that headband smells like your hair!!! the hair that he loves to bury his nose into and plays with!!!

that’s yours and you’re giving it to hIM?

jungkook’s stomach actually drops even if he just finished eating minutes ago, ina daze looking at hoseok putting it on his blonde hair

he doesn’t know what’s stemming from his heart nor what his tummy’s telling him, but jungkook doesn’t like it at all.

“i’m going home,” kook murmurs behind you who’s instructing yoongi and jin to level the painting some more, snaking his arm around your waist

“really? oh, okay. text me when you get home.”

you only sweetly smile at him and jungkook’s actually awaiting the offer of you walking him home, but it doesn’t come

that’s okay!

“bye. love you.”

he softly says yet it’s enough for everyone to hear, his hand still secured snugly on your waist

jungkook’s about to go for a kiss on your cheek because he’s sURE that both yoongi and jin would scowl at him if he took it any further, but he catches hoseok at the corner of his eye and it’s all out the door

he unexpectedly presses a chaste kiss on your lips and playfully drags out the mwah! at the end, much to the daggers your friends send him

that’s enough!! hoseok already saw — you’re taken by him. jungkook doesn’t need to worry now that hoseok knows :)

...

....

...... he may have spoken too soon

he’s already established that you’re taken by him, that’s great! even hoseok teases him when they see each other the next day

was that an ego boost? yes

what wasn’t an ego boost is seeing hoseok talking to him and parading the halls with your headband on!!

that’s yOUR headband!!! not his!!! what happened to merely borrowing it?

did he just happen to steal it from you, or did you just let him steal it from you?

jungkook positively thinks that’s the end of this whole heart-clenching

hoseok has your headband but jungkook has you. it’s clear who’s actually winning in life

but god is jungkook wrong again

he texted you in the same morning on what you were doing since you had your classes cancelled for today with no professors coming in

going to brunch with hobi instead of sleeping all day. jin’s in the office and yoongi’s out on grocery duty. have fun w your classes :)

Hobi???

Uhm I literally just passed him in the halls two minutes ago

really? lmao that means he’s skipping class then

no because hold on

hoseok’s sKIPPING class to go to brunch with you?

you’re going to brunch with him???

HOBI?????

jungkook uncomfortably tucks his phone back into his pocket as class starts, chewing at his bottom lip

do you want him to skip classes so he could go to brunch with you?

better yet, is hoseok better than him because it’s no problem for him to skip classes??

now that he thinks about it, jungkook hasn't skipped even a single day of classes ever since freshman year

he used to take pride on his attendance but now he uh kinda wants a blank mark on his card actually

he could go to lengths of skipping classes if you asked him to!! he can!! of course he'll do that for you

but you don't ask him to and it's obvious that you only learned now how hoseok's able to meet you in the first place, but the reason behind it didn't seem to faze you

in fact, it looks like you're even amused

jungkook has to physically shake his head to get rid of his thoughts but that doesn't do anything

he's still thinking about you and hoseok during class.

he's trying not to dwell on it but it's difficult when he's always reminded of it

every time he comes over, the painting is GLARING at him and that's the reason jungkook just keeps his eyes on you for literally the whole time that he's there

your phone sometimes dings and it's a tiktok notification of hoseok sending you one

everything he does, hoseok and his outrageously blonde hair just seems to follow him

you had cat fur on the sleeve of your hoodie because you pet the campus cat awhile ago and jungkook was about to shriek because even that reminded him of the guy

all he's done this week is become bothered and frustrated to the point that even jimin, oftenly the most clueless and easy-going guy in the room, noticed it

"trouble in paradise?"

jimin's cool voice is the first thing that snaps him out of his anti-hoseok tirade in his mind, his eyes landing on his roommate lazily

it's actually jimin's red hair that makes jungkook look twice because when he saw him in the morning, he was still blonde

....,.,. blonde....?

"jimin?"

"hmm? am i right? is it rEALLY trouble in-"

"remember that time you ditched me in hoseok's party? or that time i made your paper because you forgot and you were hung-over and then you ended up getting an A?"

jimin's head tilts at jungkook's enumeration, blinking owlishly at him

".... yeah?"

"good," jungkook nods in acknwoledgement at jimin's recall, "because i think i'm gonna cash in the favors that you owe me."

it's pouring

it hasn't rained in so long and it's raining sO hard that you might have to look for a candle later on

it was on the news anyway that it was gonna rain this hard but no one really expected that it'd be this hard!!

nonetheless, jungkook soothed your worries and said he'd come over because the two of you haven't seen each other in like three days

maybe it's just you but something feels off with jungkook

oddly, he's gotten a little bit more attached to you yet weirdly distant at the same time

for some reason, he asks a lot more questions too

just yesterday, he sent you a screenshot of a white polo, asked if it looked good, and proceeded to immediately purchase it once you said it looked nice

just because you don't frequently comment on what you notice, doesn't exactly mEAN you don't care about it

jungkook's a big boy!! an adult!! if he wants to say something to you, then he says it

he always has the words in his head, that much you know

but yOU, however.,.,.,

you really don't have the words right now

because as soon as you open the door, your eyes land on your boyfriend

your boyfriend in his usual hoodie who's been growing out his hair and is looking very much blonde and different

“you’re blonde?”

you rhetorically ask in shock and you're clueless to the fact that you look like a fish out of water, your hands unconsciously darting out to his chest

“hmm, you like it?”

jungkook hums and tries to keep the giddiness he feels at bay just seeing you look gobsmacked, your hands moving from his collarbones to his neck and finally, to his hair

you offer no answer because you find yourself kissing jungkook before you could even let him in and close the door

he mewls in satisfaction when you kiss him deeper and cup his cheeks, his hands finding no hesitance in pushing your bodies closer by the waist

"my handsome boy," you mumble at one point in the kiss, eternally grateful that the two of you are the only one in the dorm right now

jungkook preens at your attention, mumbling to your lips before he makes the move to kiss you determinedly

“you like me better than hoseok?”

in a single second, he doesn't feel you kissing back at all

he's so confused as he pulls away, dark brows, in contrast to his blonde hair, knitted in confusion

“quit it.”

there's no actual edge to your tone but you feel like it, an incoming realization starting to dawn on you

jungkook's oblivious to your boiling irritation, clueless to how the dots are connecting in your mind and how you're not sure on how to tackle them

“what did i do? i was just asking you if you like me better than him.”

he says nonchalantly and it's the tone that irks you — as if his seemingly harmless question didn't reveal what he really wanted to get at

“i’m with you, jungkook. has that not been established enough yet?”

your voice is still calm yet you trudge away from him, your boyfriend quick on his heels to trail behind you

“i mean you did kiss me on the mouth just now,” jungkook points out as if you weren't aware. “because i’m blonde just like hoseok.”

“oh my god."

it was just a strong hunch at first but hearing it first-hand from jungkook accelerates your sentiment for what he did even faster, your eyes rolling to the back of your head that rubs him the wrong way

he runs his hand through his hair out of habit, reminding you even more that it's bleached and blonde yet for all the wrong intentions

“is asking you so wrong? why are you getting defensive?”

you snicker at his inquiry, hands across your chest that just challenges him to do the same

“what’s wrong is that you dyed your hair blonde for no other reason besides the fact that hoseok is!”

now that jungkook hears it from you, his eyes narrow

“can’t i just be inspired?” he snaps, “can’t i be inspired to look this way because you look at him in that way?”

what?

wHAT????

“what way, jungkook?”

seemingly caught in a blindspot, he tries to backtrack

“i-i’m not-“

you're having none of it and to be honest, you're not even sure if it just pure anger that you're feeling at the moment

“you spent hours in a salon, is that it?" you prod him and that makes jungkook avoid your eyes, huffing under his breath, "got jimin to help you out?" that actually hits a nerve on him and makes his eyes zero in on you with much annoyance, "what did you go through just because you’re so inspired?”

“you look at hoseok like you’re in love with him!”

“i’m not in love with hoseok, jungkook!" you articulate every word but even that seems to anger jungkook further, "why would you even think of that?”

“because you’re only supposed to look at me that way. y-you’re not supposed to go to brunch with a guy alone when you just met him. you’re not supposed to lend him your headbands when he can just buy them! you’re not supposed to do the things you’d do with me with other guys!”

“he’s my friend. just like yoongi and jin are. i can do these things with them but that doesn’t mean i love you any less.”

jungkook rolls his eyes and even your profession of love doesn't budge him at all

“there you are with your guy friends again.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you feel him treading to dangerous territory but you stand your ground regardless, your voice shaking when you add

“yoongi and jin came into my life way before you did, jungkook.”

it was to simply remind him but he feels as if it's out of spite, looking at you pointedly before patronizingly chuckling

“i know. i can never win with you, that’s it, right? just because you’re older than me by a year and you have friends that want to beat me up — you always win!”

his voice raises by the end of his sentence and it's his words that make you grind your teeth together and your nostrils flare, lip dangerously close to trembling

“i’m sorry if i’m jealous and i don’t know what to do because this is the first time i’ve become a boyfriend, alright?"

jungkook throws his head back and gestures to you, shaking his head while he's so close to crying because of his pent-up insecurity

“i’m sorry that i don’t know what to do and you always do because you probably had like ten boyfriends before me, right?? i’m so inexperienced and new to you that you can’t even stand me and-“

there's pin-drop silence in the room.

jungkook only realizes his words belatedly and the weight that they carry, eyes in a stand-still on you who looks the furthest thing from being appeased at him

you're actually hurt.

“how dare you, jungkook.”

your fists are balled to the point that the tips of your fingers feel numb from the pause in circulation, but oddly enough, jungkook feels the most remorseful when he sees your figure deflate and therefore relax

“don’t come home, it’s pouring. or go back to your dorm, whatever. i don’t care.”

he's planted by his feet but he realizes to move when you're walking out of your own dorm, prying away his hand from your elbow

“you can sleep in my room. i’m sleeping out tonight.”

part two

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jimintopia · 3 years

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prettiest of them all (1)

genre: college!au, s2l!au, fluff, angst?

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: you're nothing special, just an ordinary girl who's just trying to get through college... but an angelic boy with honey colored eyes thinks you're the most beautiful flower he's ever laid his eyes on.

word count: 1.5k

chapter warnings: swearing (mostly jungkook lmao)

a/n: oh gosh i'm so nervous,, this started out as a tiny drabble i wrote out on the back of my bio notebook in january and two weeks ago i sorta revived the idea lmao. i hope you enjoy this little series of mine!

this fic was made possible by @latetaektalk (thank you so much for those helpful tips! i spent a lot of time formatting and reformatting this post and editing the fic, and your advice helped a lot with that!) and @chimchiekookie (thank you for your encouragement and kind words! you gave me the courage to post, tysm kira). also, to @yuvi-with-luv and @meiadore for just being! i love u crackheads; oKAY that was really long so i'll let you get to the fic oops haha

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(1) only time will tell.

College is not easy. But sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook is an entirely new level of difficulty.

“Goodness,” you mutter, stepping around the books and pens scattered on the floor of the living room, your roommate’s half-asleep body slumped across the couch. You can’t even get to the kitchen without tripping over something of his. “Couldn’t you have cleaned up before dozing off? What an idiot.”

“I heard that,” he mumbles drowsily, yawning. “The idiot is clearly you, Y/N. Who the fuck signs up for an eight A.M. lecture on Mondays? Something’s obviously wrong with you.”

That earns him an apple to the head, before you remember it’s supposed to be your to-go breakfast and quickly scramble to retrieve it.

“It’s mandatory,” you tell him. “Can’t graduate without taking it, so I might as well suffer. Psychology majors go to hell anyway, so I signed up knowing what I was getting myself into.” You give your best friend a once-over as he stretches, still on the couch. “You have fun sleeping in, Jeon, but by the time I get back I want you showered and ready for a proper brunch. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he rolls his eyes, but you know he enjoys your routine outings as much as you do. Ever since you met in your second year of high school, it became a little tradition of yours to regularly meet up for lunch on the weekends — and that turned into basically each mealtime once you got to college. “Just go, you’re going to be late. Those tiny legs of yours are gonna have a hard time running all the way to 808. We’re not even on campus.”

“Excuse you?! I’m 5’6”!”

“Y/N,” he sighs, shaking his head pitifully. “That’s like, four inches shorter than me. But nice try.”

Both of you exchange an annoyed glare, but deep down, you’re having your fun bantering with him. It’s a trademark of your relationship, one of the many things you appreciate him for. No one you have met so far could match your sharp tongue as well as Jungkook.

“I do not have time to argue with you right now, Kook.” You glance at the clock, quickly slipping your feet into battered sneakers. “There are leftovers in the fridge — by the way, remember to lock the door if you don’t want Taehyung to visit unannounced again — and I left a carton of banana milk on the bottom shelf, right next to the ketchup. Oh! I did your laundry last night; there’s a pile in your room that you just need to fold and put away. Anything else I’m forgetting?”

“You just dumped my clothes in my room? On the floor?”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Wrong answer, Jeon.”

“Oh, fine.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Thank you, Y/N. Now please just go already.”

“Dumbass,” you return, grinning. “I’ll be back soon. I'll bring Taehyung over if I run into him!”

He’s already closed your front door, but you can still hear his shout of protest from the other side, causing you to burst into incessant giggles: “Don’t you fucking dare!”

By some kind of miracle, you actually get to the lecture hall approximately a minute early. You and Jungkook don’t live on campus, but your apartment is pretty close — walking gets you to class in ten minutes, and if you run, you’ll arrive much quicker.

“Yeoreum!” you greet your friend with a whisper as you walk in, tossing your apple core into the small trash can. “You’re actually early for once!”

“Blame Hoseok,” she grumbles as you sit down next to her. “Dumbass woke me up at five in the morning to go run with him, Y/N. Five o’clock. The asshole’s dead to me from now on.”

“That sucks,” you sympathize, but you know she’ll always give in to her twin brother — the two of them are inseparable, as much as she likes to complain about him. “But hey, at least you got your coffee fix!”

Yeoreum lifts the half-empty cup before taking a long sip, a small smile adorning her features. “Also courtesy of Hoseok,” she admits. “He causes a lot of arguments, but at least he knows how to solve them. I like to think I’ve trained him well.”

“I wish I had a sibling,” you sigh wistfully. “A brother, maybe. Or a sister, I wouldn’t really mind. It must be nice always having someone else who understands you.”

“Y/N, you live with Jungkook,” she points out. “He’s basically the brother you’ve wanted your entire life. He has been since we were fifteen.”

“I know, but it’s different. I didn’t grow up with him. Plus, he’s more annoying than a sibling could ever be.”

“And he’s hot as hell.”

“Yeoreum,” you scold quietly, bringing out your laptop for the start of the lecture. “You think everyone you meet is hot. Regardless of whether they’re actually a decent human being or not. That’s probably why you always end up dating assholes who don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, not quite meeting your eyes. “Chill, Y/N, I’m not interested. The boy’s just insanely attractive. Can’t I call someone attractive without wanting to get with them?”

You lean over to say something to her, but the entire class quiets down suddenly, so silent that you could hear even the softest whisper.

Professor Ahn strides in with an authoritative air, several books in her arms, followed by a boy whom you’ve never seen in this class before. A new student, perhaps? Or maybe he just transferred departments. You never know — it’s certainly not too late to switch out.

The professor tells him something quickly and he nods, before jogging up the stairs and hastily sliding into the seat right next to you. In fact, it all happens so quickly that you’re still buffering, trying to process what just happened. Instinctively, you move a little closer to Yeoreum.

“Goddamn,” she breathes, eyes wide in surprise. “Y/N, he’s so fine.”

Okay, so that was a bad choice. But the thing is, she’s not wrong.

The guy doesn’t speak to or look at you once during the entire lecture, totally dedicated to typing up everything Professor Ahn is saying — but you can’t help but check him out from the corner of your eye every few minutes. The blond hair is, surprisingly, a very good look on him, and the way the corner of his mouth is always turned upward makes you incredibly curious. What the hell is there to be happy about such an early class?

Ten minutes before you can finally get out of that stuffy hall, there’s a light tap on your right shoulder, startling you. You turn your head around so fast your vision nearly blurs, taking a second to steady again. “Huh?”

The new guy is tentatively smiling at you, like he’s gauging your response. “Hi,” he says, a little hesitant. “Um — do you have a black pen I can borrow? Mine just gave up on me mid-word and I didn’t bring any extra.” You glance over to his side of the bench: sure enough, the last few letters of the word ‘extension’ are so faded out, you can barely see them.

All of your pens are either blue or red, but Yeoreum quickly passes you one of her black-ink fountain pens under the bench, nodding at you in silent understanding. “Here,” you offer it to him, watching the adorable way his face lights up when you hand it to him.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” he says, quickly scribbling something down. “I can’t fathom using any ink color other than black, it just… doesn’t make sense to me.”

Well, you could type up a whole argument against that, but you hold your tongue for the time being. Instead, you peek over at his notebook curiously, trying to see what he’s so engrossed in writing down. You catch sight of a name printed neatly on the top left corner of the page, and you squint so you can see it better.

Park Jimin. You let it rest in your mind for a moment. It’s a beautiful name, and though you don’t know exactly what it means, you’re sure it would roll right off your tongue if you were to say it aloud.

“I’m Jimin,” he says, right on cue as he returns the pen and you not-so-discreetly pass it to Yeoreum again. “What about you?”

“Y/N.” For some reason, you’re struggling both to find something to say and maintain some kind of calm. You don’t know why he’s making your heart beat faster, only that he is.

“That’s a nice name.” Jimin smiles, and it’s breathtaking. His eyes form little crescents as he beams at you — you! — and for just one second, you can’t think of anything else. A silly crush, you chide yourself, averting your gaze from his face. A few days and it’ll leave on its own.

You want to be right, and you might be wrong, but you have no idea, no way of knowing what the future holds. It’s like they always say — only time will tell.

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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Hiii how are you 💖 I'm so excited your requests are open you're an amazing writer 💖 Can I please request a medium well steak (Katsuki Bakugou) with a side of mashed potatoes and peas please 👉👈💖

Babe staaahhp but I gotchu

College AU and also quirkless AU i have no self control

I ended up, as per usual, getting carried away with this hope you don’t mind!

Warnings: 18+, smut, some tooth rotting fluff, oral fem receiving, penetration, some dirty talk, pretty soft bakubabe

Enjoy your meal~

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When you had started at U.A. university, you weren’t thinking of whirlwind romances or anything cliché like that. You wanted to graduate, hopefully in four years, debate about getting a masters’ degree, and then make a living doing what you love. Of course you had time for friends, going to different sporting events and clubs.

But nothing prepared you for meeting Bakugou Katsuki.

It was at a party, where else? You had finished your midterms and one of your apartment roommates wanted to go out and celebrate. Your roommate, Mina Ashido, knew of a smaller party at one of her friends places downtown. You needed the relaxation badly and just wanted to let it all out. Midterms had been extra tough this time around, but this was your second year of college so having some surprises weren’t unwarranted.

Dressed in your favorite outfit, you and Mina headed out, leaving your other roommate at home to sleep instead of party. The ride there had been filled with fun conversation about Mina’s group of friends and how chaotic they are.

“Our personalities don’t always mesh one on one, but together well we’re still crazy but we work!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, as the music pumped you up for what was to come. Once your ride dropped you off, Mina leads you to the aforementioned apartment. When the two of you walk up to the door and open it, you’re greeted by a tall and lanky man.

“Mina you made it! Just in time, I was about to rip into some of my stash. Light up?”

Mina nods eagerly and then gestures between the two of you. “Sero! This is (Y/n). The roommate and bestie I’ve been talking about?”

The three of you walk further into the apartment so you can remove your jackets in a safe room. The guy, Sero you learn, looks to you and sticks out his hand, taking it. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” His attention turns back to the pink haired young lady, “Mi amor, ready to go?”

You notice Mina’s cheeks redden at the affectionate term and nods. You give her a questioning but sly look as you watch them head to the back of the apartment hand in hand. You find it absolutely adorable. Mina had been gushing on and on about how much she liked this one guy in her friend group. You muse to yourself that you’d be going home alone, and you were content with that.

Making your way into the kitchen, you notice a keg and a large bin filled with Jungle Juice. You can smell the alcohol from where you stand, enticing you even more. You walk up and grab yourself a cup and talk to the faux bartender. “A cup of your finest jungle juice please.”

The blond behind the tub smirks at you and fills your cup. “I’ve never seen you here,” he comments, a little louder because of the music. “Are you Mina’s friend?”

You chuckle, slightly embarrassed. “I guess word about me travels fast. Yeah, I’m (Y/n).”

“The name’s Denki Kaminari. Let me guess, smoking with Sero?”

The two of you share a laugh at the mutual understanding. He further explains that those two have been pining for each other ever since they met and it was getting sickening. You ended up spending more time with the cute blond, bonding over funny stories of your shared instruments over a few cups of jungle juice.

Forty-five minutes later and the two of you make your way to a couch, where others were sitting if they weren’t dancing. Your mind and head were in a state of euphoria. You were relaxed, the alcohol in your system taking you to another level of satisfaction. You liked chatting with Denki, he was very witty and funny. Suddenly, nature called.

“Hey, you don’t mind if I go to the bathroom do you? I didn’t think I’d had that much,” Denki slurred/spoke. You nod rather heavily and watch him go. You stare at the contents of your half full cup and wonder if you should pour it out or finish it. As you’re about to stand, some super drunk couple dancing bumped into you and ceremoniously spilling your drink on you and the person next to you. You scoff and whine, a mutter of curses leaving your lips as your outfit is now ruined. You’re about to stand again when you hear to your left,

“Hey you extras! Watch where the fuck you’re going!”

How long had this guy been there? Probably the whole time considering you were immersed in conversation. You finally get a good look at him and see that some of your drink had spilled on him too.

Shit

“Oh my god,” you breathe, “I’m so sorry! They bumped into me and…”

“Oi, shut up,” your stranger scolds. “Come with me, I’ll get you cleaned up and a new cup.”

Shrugging, you walk with him and notice he bumps into the offending couple. He hears them yell back but he just smirks and walks on. You realize you’re walking in the direction where Mina and Sero went a couple hours ago. You put two and two together and realize you messed up the shirt of someone who lives here. If it had been some random person, yeah whatever, but he lived here, with your best friends lover.

You start to panic.

“Oh god, you live here? Now I feel worse.”

The man turns around to face you and rolls his eyes. “Please, I’ve had worse fall on me and my floor. You were talking to Denki, right? Fuckin’ idiot.”

You can’t help but smile at that, feeling some of the uneasiness melt away. You’re then tugged into this room and notice how nice it smells. It’s kept up awfully nice for some college boys, but that’s a comment you keep to yourself. You see him take off his stained shirt and you almost fall over, tripping over nothing.

“Jesus!” You screech, “you should warn someone before you decide to Magic Mike them.” You stay turned around and keep your attention to the door. Yes the door, the wonderful door that has nothing on it but the wood paneling, it’s quite nice-

“You can turn around now, dumbass.”

You take a deep breath and slowly turn around. He’s in a dry shirt that’s black with what looks like a skull on it. In his hand is a hoodie and a pair of shorts looking insanely comfy. “Here, put this on. I’ll, uh, turn around so you can change.”

You nod hesitantly and wait for him to be completely turned around before you undress. Your body feels cold from where the cool drink had spilled onto you. Once your clothes are off you put on the clothes your nice stranger have given you. You don’t mean to, but you inhale the scent of his hoodie which surprisingly smells of sweet caramel and his cologne. That was almost enough to sober you up.

“I’m done, so you can turn around.” You hadn’t noticed how tired you sounded until you spoke. Your stranger turns around and promptly blushes lightly. You do your best to hide your smile, but it pokes out.

“Bakugou.”

“What?”

“My name, stupid. It’s Bakugou.” It’s quiet as he does his best to avoid staring at you for too long.

“(Y/n).”

He had driven you back to your apartment that night, letting you know that he’d text you once your clothes were clean, exchanging numbers at your doorstep. You had insisted it wasn’t a problem for you to do it, but he stubbornly put his foot down. If you weren’t so exhausted, you would have snapped back at him but refrained. It was cute, really. No guy had ever wanted to fix your clothes after someone else spilled something on it. But since it happened in his place right next to him, he couldn’t help himself.

The two of you continued to keep in touch after that. Eventually you became a regular member of their squad. Denki and Sero were happy to have you around the apartment, and Mina moreso. It all came so easily, your friendship with him, your friendship with the group; it was amazing that you went through most of college without them. You couldn’t imagine it all changing.

Until obviously it did.

Your new squad was chilling at you and Mina’s new place for your third year, getting buzzed off of either marijuana or alcohol. Your couch was the place to sit with Denki on one side and Bakugou on the other. Mina and Sero were snuggled into each other on a shared bean bag, passing a joint between the two of them. Kirishima sat on the ground by your feet, his head resting in between yours and Bakugou’s legs. The lofi music filling the room with the perfect ambiance; it was an ideal night. Kirishima rested his head against your thigh and felt your phone buzz.

“You gonna get that? It’s making your leg uncomfortable,” he breathes.

Bakugou flicks his friends shoulder, “Idiot, you can just move off of her leg,” hissing at the red head. You wave him off and get your phone out of your pocket. The caller I.D. makes you frown and you consider letting it go to voicemail, knowing full well he’ll just keep calling until he gets his answer.

Vermillion eyes peak over your shoulder and catch who it is that’s calling you. Turns out to be your scumbag of an ex, knowing that this isn’t the first time he’s tried calling you. Bakugou sees you start to shrink in on yourself as the phone keeps buzzing. “Give it here, dumbass.”

“Bakugou, it’s fine. I’ll just see what he has to say…”

“Fuck that,” his voice booming over the music as he snatches your phone and promptly answers it. “Listen dipshit, (Y/n) wants nothing to do with you. You broke her heart, you cheated, so stop fucking calling her! And if you call her again or even bother her again, I will beat your ass.”

Your eyes are blown wide at the ashy blond sticking up for you. Said ex had been harassing you nonstop since your break up two months ago and Bakugou had had enough. You didn’t think he would answer the phone for you, but he and Mina are the only ones who knew just how manipulative your ex had been so is this really that surprising? You hear the voice of your exasperated ex yell out over the phone. “And just who the fuck are you to tell me this? Her bodyguard?” You weren’t ready for how Bakugou would respond, eyes alight with a strong energy.

“Better, I’m her boyfriend.”

And he hung up.

When he returned the phone to you, your jaw was practically on the floor. All eyes in the apartment were on him as he lays back on the couch with his eyes closed. Then all eyes turn to you, equally surprised. Did he just say what you thought he said? Boyfriend? But you two hadn’t been on a date yet or even discussed it or…

“That should solve your problem.”

“Bakugou what the fuck!?” You yelled and punched his arm. “We’re not dating, why did you tell him that?”

He exhales softly and turns his attention to you, eyeing you all over. “Princess, you really can’t be that dense.” As he finishes speaking in a low tone, his arm wraps around your shoulders. You meet his gaze as if his eyes are asking for approval. “Is this,” he asks softly, “okay?”

Completely forgetting about everyone else in the room, you nod slowly. You close and lick your lips as you start to recall and remember every interaction you’ve had with the blond. How caring and attentive he’s been in his own way, how he would go above and beyond for you in the subtle ways. It all made sense, maybe you were super dense but it’s better late than never.

To further confirm your thoughts and feelings, you lean into him and lightly place your lips over his in a chaste kiss.

“It’s very okay, Katsuki.”

“Ew oh my god I’m right here. Get a room!”

“Shut up Dunce Face!”

That was a year ago, marking today as your anniversary. You had told him to come to your apartment after he had finished up at the gym with the guys. Luckily, Mina had made plans with Sero so you had the whole place to yourself. It was exciting to finally have some quality alone time with him before finals overwhelmed you all.

It was also a wonderful excuse for the two of you to be as loud as you wanted.

You wore a dress he really liked and underneath, a special surprise set of lingerie in some of his favorite colors: green, black, and orange. You were too ecstatic for him to see it, and better yet to take it off. You had felt a little uncomfortable because of your curves but he had always assured you that he loves you no matter your body shape.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the front door of your apartment open up. You pause your food making in the kitchen to go greet your boyfriend. As you approach the doorway, you see him and smell how fresh he is from the gym; it seems he showered at the gym. In his right hand is a bouquet of your favorite flowers and his left a gift bag.

“Hey sweetcheeks,” a growing smirk on his lips as he looks you up and down. You don’t miss the way his pupils dilate at your dress, knowing it’s his favorite. Since taking off his shoes, he steps up to you and sweetly kisses your lips. “Happy anniversary.”

“’Suki, you didn’t have to get me anything.” You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “I’m fine with just having you.”

“Tch, dumbass. I know you got me something, you didn’t think I noticed that box that came in a couple days ago?”

You pout at him and take your gifts out of his hands and place them on the couch. “How’d you know?” You whine about the ruined surprise but you should’ve known your boyfriend better. “Do you know what it is?”

He runs his hand through his freshly washed hair and bites his bottom lip, “I think I have an idea, babe. Whatcha makin’?”

You twirl around in your dress, knowing damn well it’s an amazing and easy distraction to him. “Just your favorite. Everything should be ready in about 30 or so minutes?”

Suddenly you feel yourself being pushed up against the hallway wall, face to face with your gorgeous boyfriend. “Good,” he whispers huskily, “that’s enough time to enjoy my gift and dessert early.”

His voice went straight to your, now, damp panties.

You feel his hands grip your thighs to have your legs wrap around his torso. His hot breath fans over your awaiting lips, as he then kisses you hungrily. You feel his hard on against your stomach and you moan at the feel. Bakugou breaks the kiss to whisper in your ear, the heat touching your ear making you melt. “I wanna see what you got me, princess.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

With his hold on you secure, he takes you to your room blindly already knowing the way. With your door closed he latches his lips to your neck, sucking and licking all over. He places your feet on the ground as he grinds his hips into yours. Your breathing increases as you scratch at the back of his shirt. “Katsuki,” you whine.

“Mmm?”

“I want you to take off my dress.”

He hears your request and leaves your neck. He turns you around to find the zipper at the back, and slowly unzips your dress. You can feel his warm calloused fingers trailing down your spine and down to your tail bone. The fabric is now bunched down on the ground around your feet and you step out, swaying your hips as you turn around.

“Fuck baby,” he huffs, “for me?”

He had felt some of the satin as he unzipped your dress but it didn’t prepare him for what he saw before his lust blazed eyes. His colors look amazing on you and so does lace and satin. The flowered lace covering your breasts and nipples are begging for him to delve his tongue on them, admiring the extra fabric going across them. Your stomach is covered in a crisscross pattern that makes your skin look divine. And the garters on your legs, and lace thong? Bakugou is in heaven.

You nod at him and gesture for him to come closer. Bakugou gets to you post haste and starts touching you everywhere. His fingers trace all along your body and sneaking underneath your lingerie. He then trails his fingers up to your lace covered breasts and starts to pinch the hardening nub. A little squeal leaves your lips.

“That’s a new sound, do you like the feel of the lace against your nipple, baby?”

He pinches and pulls at them again, getting the same reaction that went right to his gardening dick. He groans and starts to knead your other breast, enjoying the feel of it in his hand. “Fuck,” he quickly kisses your lips, sticking his tongue in and lapping at yours, “I just wanna rip you out of this.”

“Hah, you will do no such thing. I paid a lot of money for this!”

“I’ll get you a new one, princess.”

“You are not ripping this one!”

He rolls his eyes and concedes, taking his delicate time to free your upper half from the sexy lingerie. You make a mental note to buy more lace related items. Immediately his lips go to your hardened bud and sucks viciously. You moan loudly as he releases you with a pop, going to your other breast. God, you wish he wasn’t so good with his hands and tongue, but the way he’s treating you and your reactions say otherwise.

Bakugou slowly moves you two toward your bed, in order to lay you down for what he wants to do next. You feel the back of your legs hit the edge and he places your body underneath his. Throughout all of this his lips never left your body. His lips trail closer and closer to your hips, as they wiggle in anticipation. “Do you,” you pant, “want the bottoms off?”

He takes the lining into his fingers and snaps it onto your unaware skin making you yelp. “No, your legs look hella sexy like this.” His hands are warm against your things, outlining the garter that leads up to your now soaked through thong. His nose brushes against the fabric covering your heat and he feels you shudder at the touch. He tentatively licks at your wetness and he groans in pleasure at how wet you are for him. Fuck he really loves you.

He doesn’t wait any longer and pushes the fabric aside and inserts his tongue into your awaiting heat. You whimper at the intrusion and a hand automatically goes to his hair, pulling lightly. He keeps moving his tongue up and down your slit tantalizingly slow as his fingers play and mess with your outer lips. Your breaths become erratic at your boyfriends ministrations. Before you can say anything, he moves his lips to your clit and sucks at it harshly. Your back arches off the mattress as you curse that the pleasure being given to you.

Two fingers have already entered your heat and scissor and stretch you open. Your hips have a mind of their own as they gyrate on their own accord. “Don’t make me force you to stay down, princess,” he hums against your heat. Just him saying that sends you into a frenzy, forcing him to plant his arm against your pelvis to limit your movements. He can feel the deep coil inside you that wants to come undone. And it’s all because of him and for him. His actions start to speed up and then suddenly he pulls away, making you whine at the loss of contact and friction.

“What the hell? I was so close!”

Bakugou snickers and wipes at his chin and sucks his fingers of some of your juices. The only word to describe him licking you off of him: erotic. “I want you to cum all over my cock, baby girl. Can you be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod. As he stands to put himself on your bed, you notice his raging hard on straining against pants. Damn, it was hot. His pre was already leaving a stain and you wanted more than nothing than to have his dick in your mouth. Ruby eyes follow yours and he clicks in on what has your mouth watering. “If I wasn’t so eager to be inside you right now, I’d let you suck me dry. But all I want to is to be in your fucking pussy, you riding me.”

After he makes his declaration, Bakugou discards his pants and boxers and throws them somewhere in your room. He crawls up to you in between your legs and meets you with a fiery kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he entangles you with his scent and flavor. It’s incredibly sexy and it only makes you want him more. You take a leg and turn the two of you over, with you hovering over his tight and toned body. You know he wants this to be special because you’re on top and you’re face to face. Usually if it’s just fucking you’ll do a plethora of positions. But right now you know that you want to enjoy each others presence and make sweet love. Sitting back on your legs, you lean over to your nightstand and grab a condom. You take the wrapper in your mouth, easily tearing it to reveal the rubber. A naughty idea enters your head.

“What are you doing, baby?”

All you do is lift your eyebrows and scoot back. You take the condom in your mouth and bend over close to his aching cock. You can feel his eyes on you as you lower your mouth onto him, slowly putting the condom over his hard dick. “Ah fuck, princess! Shit feels good. Now get on top of me. Now.”

You giggle at his impatience and make your way to his covered member. You grip it lightly as you line it up with your wet slit, teasing the head of his sensitive cock. His moans are heavenly in your ears as you don’t sink on him yet completely.

Bakugous hands go to your waist, as little whimpers leave his lips at your agonizing teasing. “Shit princess, just put it in already- Hah fuck!”

It’s not everyday you catch the ashy blond of guard but when you it’s glorious. You slam yourself down on his dick, euphoria filling your senses. You loll your head back as you begin to ride him, keeping a hand on his pelvis. The two of you find a hypnotic rhythm of him pumping up into you, and you grinding down on him.

His eyes can’t help but be locked onto where you’re connected, enjoying the sounds of your slick cunt on his cock. He moves his hands from your hips to grip your bouncing breasts, adding extra pleasure to this experience. Whines and moans leave yours and his mouths as you both chase ecstasy together.

“Fuck, baby girl, it’s like your extra tight and wet for me today.”

“Hah, it’s cause I love you,” you pants your hips gyrate faster as you feel your orgasm coming closer. “I’m so close now, daddy. I wanna cum, please.” You’re begging more than usual and it feels oh so good.

You feel your clit being abused and you shout at the overwhelming pleasure rocking through you as your pace falters. “You wanna cum for me? Show me you’ve earned it.” Bakugou sits up, making your legs wrap around his waist, still pumping into you. Your arms find purchase around his neck as you lay your head on his chest, ignoring the sweat between the two of you. “Come on, show me you’ve earned it baby.”

“I’ve earned it, I’ve earned it!”

“Then come with me baby,” he pauses when he feels your fingers dig into his back. “Shit, ah right there baby, fuck, fuck!”

Your hold on him tightens as your coil comes undone and your spill all over his cock, and you feel the way his cum fills up the rubber. You two start to slow down your movements, helping each other through your orgasms. You stay there for a little bit, just enjoying the moment and to let your heartbeats come back to normal.

You roll off of him and lay down next to your spent boyfriend. He looks at you with the most love and adoration that you feel like you’re meeting him for the first time. His palm goes to your cheek to pull you in to a soft and loving kiss. It doesn’t last long as you hear the timer on the oven and the rice maker go off around the same time. Your boyfriend grumbles and rolls to stand. He carefully takes off the used up condom, ties it up and disposes it in the trashcan.

“I’ll turn off the timer, anything else you need while I’m up?”

“Some water, and my favorite post coitus snacks.”

His eyes roll, “Idiot, you made a whole meal we’re not gonna waste it because you got sex munchies.”

“’Suki!”

He throws a towel at you, ignoring your pleas. As he walks away stark naked, you lay back in your bed. You can deal with the sheets later. A feeling of love runs over you and you realize that this is something you could get used to for a long time to come.

The diner is open

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h2bakugou · 4 years

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if requests are open,, what if bakus s/o had a rlly crazy sleep schedule and went to bed at ungodly times in the middle of the night? 👀🧡

a/n: they are love! this is me right now, my sleep schedule is garbage but we’re working on it, it’s my goal to stay up most of today, i did get a little sleep last night. this idea is cute bc we all know bakugou is in bed at 8pm.

headcanon: them with a s/o who has a really crazy sleep schedule

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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We all know Bakugou lives by the rule he’s set, in bed by eight pm and no later than.

But with that being said, he knows your sleep schedule is absolutely fucked, and it’s terrifying.

In the nicest way possible, Bakugou is your sleep paralysis demon, looming in the corner ordering you to go to sleep because he knows how much you fall asleep during class.

He’s such a sucker for you falling asleep on his shoulder during lunch though.

Bakugou is a good sport though, and being your s/o, he’s always trying to help you fix your sleep schedule, agreeing to cuddle and trying to help you fall asleep.

But it’s usually him who falls asleep first, leaving you to just admire him. If he’s fallen asleep in your room, you don’t move him, opting to let him rest knowing he’d be mad if he found out you hadn’t fallen asleep you woke him.

If he falls asleep in his room with you, you try and sneak out, usually leaving a little note about how you couldn’t fall asleep and how you’d made your way back to your room.

In all seriousness though, Bakugou enjoys spending time with you, even if it’s at ungodly hours of the night when his body would like to be asleep.

You found it quite amusing seeing him try to keep it down so he didn’t wake anyone else up.

The few times that you are able to fix your sleep schedule, Bakugou feels super happy. This boy is smiling at you, and definitely being affectionate.

He’s proud of himself for being able to get you to fall asleep.

“Why are you being all mushy?” You rub your tired eyes as you sit up in his bed, the covers tangled around your body.

“You fell asleep dumbass, I did good.” He smirks, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“You had me close my eyes while you cuddled me and kissed my neck, as well as playing with my hair- I think that’s cheating.” You stop him, your hand resting on his chest, gripping his shirt as you pull his lips onto yours.

“It worked, either way, didn’t it?” He pulls away just enough to speak, his breath ghosting over your lips.

If you fall asleep during the day, Bakugou is the one tending to you. He’s had to carry you out of class a few times, and even had to take you back to your dorm after deciding to pass out during training, giving everyone a bit of a scare.

Mr. Aizawa is aware of your sleeping habits, as he’s unintentionally run into you getting a snack at two am way too many times.

“Why are you up?” He asks, staring at you with his hair tied up in a low bun.

“Could as you the same, Mr. Aizawa.” You close the fridge slowly, holding a glass of water in your hand.

“You have classes tomorrow.” He glares.

“And you have to teach those classes tomorrow.”

“Just hurry up and go to bed.” He walks back to his room.

Overall, Bakugou is just happy that you’re happy. Even if you’re only awake for a few hours while he’s awake, he loves you either way.

He’ll make time for you, as you will for him.

When you’re sleepy on your days off, it’s Bakugou’s lap that you’re curled up in, head resting on his chest as he plays with your hair, watching you pass out at four pm.

He’s willing to be your pillow.

Kiss him when you get up at the ungodly hours, even if he’s asleep.

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plush-rabbit · 4 years

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Can We Kiss?

Warnings: 18+, Smut

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: Epilogue to Can I Ask You Something?

There’s always been silence between the two of you, awkward, full of tension, comfortable ones even, and now the silence that resonates between the two of you is relaxed, you both don’t have anything to hide, or at least you have nothing to hide, you still give him a pass if he rather not share the details of what is no doubt his gritty and miserable backstory. You’re on your couch, laying next to each other, he’s on his phone and you’re resting next to him, head on chest while a video plays on your laptop and it’s safe to say, it’s gone unnoticed, fallen victim to background noise as you take solace in his presence. You can lay on him and touch him, he can have his hand on your back and press his hand deeper into you when you shift.

“Do you like it here?” His voice is gentle, the hand on your back stroking you gently.

You look up at him, your brows furrowing in confusion. “Like in Japan?”

“No dumbass,” he flicks your forehead, “your apartment.”

You rub your forehead and scowl at him. “First of all, ouch. Second of all, you have to be specific about stuff. And finally,” you scoot closer to him, draping a leg over his, “yes. I have a good walking distance to most places and," you tap a finger against the tip of his nose and give him a syrupy smile, "it’s where we met,” you lilt with an overly sweet voice, tiling your head.

“I’m serious,” he mumbles, shifting around wiggling his arm that is around you.

You sigh and lift your body. “I am too. I like this apartment,” you remove your leg from his lap and sit criss cross. “What’s with the question?”

He turns to you and his gaze has darkened. “I have to leave,” his fingers drum on his thigh, “for a couple of months.”

“Leave?” Your eyes widen.

“I have to do something important.” He looks away from you and shifts to copy your pose.

“Well we can still chat right?” You play with your hands, your heart quickening its pace. “We can talk and-”

“Uh, no.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I have to be gone for a few bit.”

“Oh,” you frown and your shoulder slump.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” you sniff.

He sighs and lets his head hang. “Look, I asked because I won’t be here to protect you and I have money now so I can move you somewhere safer.”

"Oh, because you protected me before?" You try to joke, the aching feeling in your chest still prominent.

He rolls his eyes. "I've warned you before at least."

"Im still conflicted about that."

"I know." He moves to kiss your cheek, a cheap trick to get you to calm down and not focus on him and his life outside of you.

“I like it here,” you cross your arms and bite your bottom lip. “I don’t want to move.”

“It’s not safe for you here. Just- It’ll only be for a bit. Just to keep you safe,” he grabs onto your shoulders and his gaze unrelenting. “I can’t have people around here twenty-four-seven. It’ll draw too much suspicion.”

“Tomura,” you grab his hands and place them in between the two of you, “I like it here. You and I are both careful when we meet, nothing is going to happen.”

He shakes his head and turns his head to watch the video that plays. Hands slip out of yours and one hovers over the keyboard and taps the space bar, the video is paused and he refuses to meet your gaze, his back hunched over and hands interlocked with each other.

He jumps when you touch his shoulder but he doesn’t look at you. “I’m going to be okay,” your squeeze tightens trying to reassure him. “Nothing is going to happen to me. You’ll only be gone for a few months. I’ll be okay.”

“Can you promise me that?”

“Can you promise me you won’t die?”

He lets out a long exhale and when he rises, his face is devoid of emotion. “I can move you somewhere safe-”

“I’m not moving Tomura.” You pout when he shrugs his shoulders, throwing your hand off of him, “Don’t be mad.”

"I'm not mad," he says through clenched teeth, "I'm just frustrated. I need to protect you," his brow bone furrows and he shakes his head, "I need to know you're going to be all right."

"As long as you," you tap a finger against his chest, "don't do anything too reckless, I promise I'll be fine." When he doesn’t answer you sigh and shuffle closer to him. “How about this,” you place a hand on his knee, “at the first sign of trouble, I’ll take your offer- I’ll move as long as it’s still nearby. You trust the people you work with right? The ones who have been with you since you were known as the League of Villains. Once I get hurt or something happens too close for comfort while you’re,” you swallow the lump in your throat, “gone, you tell them to just move me elsewhere. And I’ll go.”

His hand covers yours and you move it until it covers his and your fingers drum against the brace. “You promise?”

“Pinky promise.” You hold your pinky up with a side grin.

As he scoffs, a smile graces his features and he reluctantly holds a pinky up. “Virtual or actual?”

“Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”

His pinky curls around yours tightly and he lets it linger. “I’ll appoint somebody. First sign of trouble, you’re moving- somewhere nearby, I know,” he adds when you give him a look.

You give him a curt nod and scoot closer to him. “Hey Tomura?”

He lets your pinky go and his eyes widen a fraction. “What is it?”

“Um, since we’re dating, do you think we could,” your face flushes and you turn away from him, “um, could we-”

“Come on, out with it.”

“Can we kiss?”

It’s tense for a minute where you sit, biting the inside of your cheek, and then he presses his chapped lips against yours. Teeth clash against each other and you’re taken aback, your hands curled at your sides and when he softens his touch, you sigh against him and lean towards him. Your hands move slowly and unsurely as they rest against his back. “Tomu-kun,” you whine against his lips.

He sighs at the affectionate nickname, his hands softening around you, gently picking up your shirt and shuddering against you when his skin makes contact with yours.

"Always so needy," you mumble against his lips, your hands coming up to play with his hair, tugging in it softly and twirling loose strands.

He sighs and his nails curl on your skin, a chuckle breaking the kiss when you squirm and give a taut pat on his back. “You started it,” he mumbles against your lips, letting his hand inch farther up your shirt, fingers light and tickling at your skin.

Goosebumps rise where his touch marked you. His touch sears your skin, burning and lighting a flame inside of your belly where his hesitant hands slide to the curve of your tummy, your shirt rising in response. You inch closer to him, gasping when his hand slips further upward and your leg nudges against his, your hands slipping from the nape of his neck to the bottom on his shirt in a single glide, your hands toying with the hem and when the cool air meets his skin he flinches and his lips break from yours.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips and you’re suddenly pulled back into reality where your laptop screen grows dim and the birds outside chirp next to the feeder. You stare at him and slowly remove your hands, his following in suit and your body still burns where his touch rested, the rest of you cold and restless. You open your mouth and he pinches your bottom lip between two fingers and tugs on it. The action makes you pause and pull your hands away and they hover over the arm that is holding your lip.

"Tomura?" He doesn't respond, he only continues to look at your lip. "It stings," you murmur. He promptly lets go, muttering an apology. Your tongue swipes over the already dulling pain. "What was that about?" You question.

"Nothing," he murmurs, leaning back on the couch, closing his eyes.

"Can I pinch your lips then?"

"Why?"

"Just because," you shrug.

"That's-" His mouth pulls into a line and he sticks his tongue out at you.

You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, I thought so," you nudge him with your elbow, "So what was that about?"

His face pulls into a grimace and from the neck up a shade a red flares across his skin. "I uh," his hand moves back to scratch at the back of his neck, "fuck," he hisses out. His hand jerks and you see his arm tense.

Your eyes go wide and you stand on your needs and clutch his arm. "Okay! I'm sorry for teasing!" You pull his arm away with ease. "I-"

"It's not that," he grumbles, allowing you to keep his arm in your grasp.

"Then what is it?"

"It's," he ducks his head and you see a bright red decorate the tip of his ears, "embarrassing."

You pout and slide your hands down his arms and grip his hand. "I'm not going to make fun of you if that's what you're worried about," you say in a quiet voice.

He's silent for a long time as his eyes never leave your face. He rises with a sigh and twists his back. His steps are slow as he walks around the couch and down the living room, turning around a corner and you hear him call out, "I'm going to your room."

Your eyes go wide and your mouth pulls itself into a thin line. You stand up from the couch, hurrying your steps to catch up to him. You call out to him again, asking a simple question- why? He doesn't respond and you click your tongue.

"I'm tired," he says, voice distant.

When you enter the room, he's sitting on your bed, clutching a pillow on his lap. You walk quietly towards him, taking a seat next to him. His legs are spread and you spread your own, nudging his knee a bit. A ghost of a smile appears on his face before fading.

"Tomura, you have to tell me what's going on," you place a hand on his knee and move your thumb in little circles when his leg jerks. You suck in a breath and attempt to move your hand when his own rests on top of you. "I know you said you had to go, but" you clench your hands, "you aren't, ya know? Are… Are you leaving leaving?" Your throat feels constricted and shoulder hunch towards each other.

"No," he responds quickly, "of course not."

Your shoulders relax and you can feel yourself be able to breathe again. "So what is it?"

He scoots himself further onto your bed, swinging his legs carefully as he lays down in the bed, the pillow still catches between his hands.

"I… like you."

You chuckle and lay next to him on your side. "I figured." You smile when he turns his head away from you, face scrunched and flaring. "If it makes you feel better, I like you too." You lean over and peck his cheek, giving him a kittenish smile when he looks back at you. "So what's up?" You ask, leaning back to your original position.

He leans up on his elbows and turns to look at you, strands of silvery hair obscuring part of his face. "I was wondering something the other day," he trails off, his lips twitching and face taking on a darker shade of red. You nod, attention fully on him. "I was wondering if," he curses under his breath and looks away, "you've already had sex," he grumbles out, hands digging harshly into your pillow.

Your eyes widen and your face flushes with a darker color. "Oh," you whisper, stunned at the sudden question.

"Forget it," he mumbles, lying down on the bed, eyes squeezed shut.

You take a shaking breath and your heart beats rapidly as you answer his question, your mouth suddenly dry as you look to the side hoping to find a water bottle left from overnight but you find nothing there.

"Oh," he replies, turning his head to look at you.

You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Have you?"

He shakes his head. "Never had the chance to," he tells you as he takes a shuddering breath.

"Did you want to?" You ask. "With me?" You clarify, nervously gnawing on your lip.

"Are you willing?"

"I want you to ask me properly."

"You're horrible."

"I guess you don't want to. That's fine. I should get started on my laundry anyways."

You make a move to get up from the bed when his hand clamps around your wrist. "Did you want me to do your laundry, Tomura?" You coo, your tone playful and teasing.

"You're lucky you mean something to me," he tells you. He takes a deep breath and sighs. The bed creaks under him as he shifts on the bed. "Can we have-"

You cut him off with a kiss, he gasps in shock and you smile against him. "Yeah, we can," you murmur, pushing yourself closer to him, letting out a content sigh when his hands grip your sides. You crawl to the middle of the bed, your legs bent and hands splayed next to you. “How do you want to start?”

“Eager, aren’t you?” He throws his legs on the bed and crawls above you. His movements are precise and quick, the smile on the lips and gleam in his eyes are the only thing betraying that he’s as excited as you are for this.

He crawls on top of you, your legs sliding down and grazing the fabric of his shirt that falls from him. He tilts his head and his mouth is hot against yours, his hands coming above yours and drawing lazy circles into your skin and suddenly it feels all too real. You press your palms against his chest and push away, you mumble a protest against his lips and he pulls away, a dejected look on his face appearing for a moment before replaced by curiosity.

“What is it?” he asks, the hands that overlapped yours, pulling away and turning into fists.

“I just- Are we really doing this?”

“Only if you want.”

“I do, but I just… It makes it all too real,” you frown and lay your back on your bed. “We’re going to,” you don’t want to be crass about the action but you don’t want to refer it to something too lovey for fear that he might cringe away, “you know-”

“Fuck?”

“Tomura,” you groan, “don’t be so crude.” You turn your head and narrow your eyes at the wall. “But yes. We’re going to and then you’re going to leave. It’s like a shitty version of a one night stand.”

“I’m coming back. I promise.”

“But not soon enough,” you mumble. “I don’t want to just do this and have you leave for like ever.”

“What? Afraid you’ll want more while I’m gone?”

You shake your head and laugh. “Funny. Real funny.” You sigh and the smile falls. “I’m going to miss you.”

“If you don’t want to then I-”

“I do. I want to have sex with you,” your hands rest over your heart and you let out a shaky breath, “but afterwards you’ll be gone right? That’s why you told me this? Because it’s happening soon?” You turn your head and look back at him. He nods in response and you sigh.

"I'll be back before you know it," he sighs, rolling his neck and he lets his head hang; his hair cascades down and creates a curtain between the two of you. "It won't be forever. Just a few months."

You bring your hands to cup his face and make him look you in the eyes. "What are you going to do?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Tomura-"

"It's for me. That's as much as you need to know."

"I don't like this." Your hands leave his face and rest flat on your stomach.

"I can't… Look. The less you know the better. But when I come back, it means I'll be closer-"

"Tomura?"

"What is it?"

"You're still going to be you when you come back right? You're still going to be Tomura?"

"Who else would I be?"

"I don't know. That's why I asked."

"I'm still going to be me. And you're going to be you."

You nod your head and press yourself deeper against the mattress. You stare at him and he stares back, crimson eyes that look at you with a softness and he leans into a hand, cupping his hand over yours.

"Tomu," you whisper, "I think I want to start now."

He nods and dips his head down, your hand curving over to the back of his head and gripping his silvery hair as he pulls you into a soft kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, dipping in hesitantly when you part your mouth, tugging on his hair and groaning when he presses himself closer to you.

Your name is muffled between the two mouths, his hand moves away from yours hand rests on the underside of your chest, the pads of his fingers, pressing into the soft part of your chest.

He pulls away, eyes half lidded and red eyes clouded over. "Where do you want to start?" He mumbles, eyes staring into yours and hand never leaving your chest.

"I could uh," a nervous smile creeps into your face and you turn your head, "blow you if you'd like." You hear him snicker and you want to curl in on yourself. "Tomura," you whine, your voice high and full of embarrassment.

"You're free to suck my dick. I'm not going to complain."

You throw an arm over your eyes and squeeze them shut. Your chest rises and falls heavy, a tight feeling in it that makes it hard to breathe. "You're still on top of me," you manage to make out, voice squeaking in the process.

His finger tickles the side of your face, gliding down your face resting on the corner of your lips. "Want me to get on my back?" His digit ghosts over your bottom lip. “Or I could stand? I’m sure both options would make you look hot.” You can hear the smile in his voice and the confidence that oozes out of him.

A nervous chuckle bubbles past your lips. "You're being awfully bold for your first time."

The bed creaks and the weight of him above you disappears, your chest still feels tight and you tense when he wraps his hand on your forearm and pulls it away from you. You slowly open your eyes and keep your gaze down, sucking in your bottom lip.

"I- and I'm being completely honest- think if you suck me off, you're going to die from embarrassment."

"It's not that," you whisper through clenched teeth. You rise and force yourself to look at him despite the flame on your face and the nervous shaking of your legs. "It's our first time together is all. I don't- I don't want to mess up. Especially if you're going to be gone after this." You tilt your head and rub your arms "I want it to be special."

He lays next to you, his hands resting above his stomach interlocked. He plays with the fabric, pinched between his fingers. "Special, huh?" He muses, eyes sparing you a glance before he turns away. "We just started dating-"

"And you're leaving," you place your hands above him and he sighs.

"You're nervous."

"You aren't?"

"Didn't say that."

You don’t answer for a moment, working up the courage to say the words, but they die in your throat and you can’t force yourself to say them even if you wanted to. You clear your throat and sit on your news staring at him as he gives you a quizzical look. "Can I-” the words get lost in your throat- “you know?" You gesture to his lower half and feel flames dance on your skin.

"Say it." He wants to see you squirm, you realize, with a skipping heart, he wants to hear the words leave your mouth and you’re uncertain why.

"You're awful," you conclude, accompanied by the roll of your eyes.

"Not the words." He holds your hand and you raise a brow at him. “Humor me.”

You stick your tongue out at him and squeeze your eyes shut. You take a deep breath and when you open your eyes, you walk on your knees to straddle him. "Tomura, can I suck your dick?"

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and he takes in a sharp breath. It happens in an instant, the red creeps up from his chest, and paints him in a beautiful shade. He opens his mouth and a squeak comes out and you smile at him. He snaps it shut and gestures to his pants, turning his head away. “Take them off.”

You grumble under your breath, your fingers shaky as they unbutton his pants, the zipping noise fills your ears and he laughs. It’s sharp and has a cackle to it but it’s his laugh and it sets off a warm feeling in your chest and raises himself on his arms.

“I have to make you work for it, you know.” He has this smug look on his face and helps you take his pants off, kicking them off to the side and now he lays in his boxers which tent. “Come on, you have to take something off too,” he jerks his leg, “I can’t be the only one.”

You look at him and repress a comment. “An eye for an eye,” you mutter, taking off your own pants and kicking them to the side where they join his in a lifeless pile.

You watch him breath for a second and nervously swallow. Your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and when you look up at him, he gives you a nod. The slide down his body and all too soon, he’s bare on your bed, with an erect member. He moves and you look at him; he tosses his shirt to the side and he pulls himself higher, his back against a pile of pillows and he watches you.

You frown. Your hand ghosts over his stomach, faded, white scars litter his body in different sizes and shapes. “You have so many scars,” you mutter. He doesn’t respond and when you look at him, his eyes are narrowed- they’re analyzing you. “Do they- Or did they hurt?”

“What do you think?” His voice is tight and cold.

“You’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” You whisper under your breath, your hands running over his stomach, feeling the difference of textures. “Oh Tomura,” you look up at him and your eyes grow glossy. “I wish we met sooner,” you bend your head down and press your lips against his stomach. They’re light and fleeting, a gentle brush of your lips ghost over his skin and when you pass over them, he can still feel the touch tickle at his skin. You press a kiss over a particular long scar and when you raise your head, you give him a soft smile and raise yourself back to your knees.

“I’m here now, okay?” Your hands glide over his stomach and rest back on your lap.

He swallows tightly and gives you a curt nod and you let out a shaky sigh. Your hands come to grab onto the hem of your shirt and then they’re covered by his.

“You took my pants off, I get to take your shirt off,” he reasons, nudging your hands away and you nod, too lost to even speak. He takes your shirt off, the pads of his fingers searing their mark on your skin. You two sit there, your heart beating in your chest at such a rapid pace you’re afraid you’ll bruise if possible. “Fuck, I always thought you were hot but I think I can cum if I just focused on your tits.”

“Tomura!” You slap his chest and cover your face with your hand, sure that you’re a flushed color.

“It’s true,” he shrugs, laying back down on the bed. “Anyways, let’s go.” He lays back on the bed and watches you with an amused expression.

“You can’t just be so vulgar!” Your hands place themselves on his thighs and they jump when you realize that he really is nude on your bed. You sigh and he spreads his legs, letting you situate yourself between him and grab his member in your hand. He’s hot, much hotter than you’d expect, and he feels hard, an actual hard feeling that feels all too invasive and real and when your fingers close around him, he twitches in your hand and you gasp.

“You have my dick in your hand, you can’t really expect me not to be vulgar.”

You don’t respond to him, your attention directed to his member which leaks pearls. You lower yourself and your breath is hot against him, and hesitantly, you lick his slit, the pearly beads fill your mouth with saltiness and leave a bitter taste. You scrunch your face and click your tongue. You think to yourself that the taste will go away as you get used to it. You choose not to look at him, insteading mumbling to his shaft that if anything happens, to just say stop and like you, he doesn’t respond.

You wrap your lips around his head, lightly sucking on the tip and letting your tongue swirl over, his taste filling your mouth with bitterness all over again. A shiver runs down from your spine and you lower your mouth on him. He groans lightly and grabs the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and holding it tight. You let out a whine, your tongue flat against him, as you bob your head, a fist wraps around him and holds him tight, fingers lightly tapping him.

It's slow movements, your head bobbing gently while he tightens his grip on you, groaning when you lower your head too far and choke on him.

"Fuck," he breathes out, "do that again." His member twitches in your mouth, the saltiness once again filling your mouth and you glance up at him, eyes wide and mouth full of cock and he pushes on your head, urging you to go down.

You blink at him and then glance down to his member, your hand falls from him and rests on his thighs. You suck a deep breath through your nose and swallow. You hollow your cheeks and choke when he hits the back of your throat. He's large and expands in your mouth; you salivate around him, spittle pools in your mouth and you hold him there, tongue cradling his underside as tears brim your eyes.

"Look at you," he breathes out. "Mouth full of cock." He reaches over the action makes him go deeper in your throat, gagging around him and breathing harshly through your nose. He pats your cheek and you twitch at the action. "Your throat feels so tight. I know I said I could cum to your tits alone but fuck," he lowers himself back down and he tugs on your hair. "I think i could shoot down your throat right now." You whine at his words, your body trembling and hands squeezing him.

His name is muffled in your mouth, you rise from him and your spit drips from his member. You look up at him with slightly puffy lips and flushed cheeks, tears prick the corner of your eyes and he yanks on your hair. "Tomura," you mewl, pulling your lips into a pout.

"Come on, make me cum," he taps your head, "I want to see my cum pool in your mouth."

You nod shakily and reach your hand to cover his hand where it holds a hand full of your hair, a gentle tap is the only sigh you give and he responds with a soft "oh" and a tighter grip.

You breathe harshly as he controls you, moving your head up and down at a rapid pace, tears pooling in your eyes and sliding down. "Fucking hell," he breathes out when you choke in him. "Face fucking, huh? Never took you for the type." Harsh sounds fill the room as he grips you and guides you in his cock, your hands latched into his thighs as he uses your face to get himself off. "You're not swallowing, got it? I need to see you with your mouth full of my cum before you actually get to taste it." His words are mixed with groans, breathing ragged and choked. "I can't believe you're letting me do this. What a fucking slut." You whine around him, a heat beginning to burn in your lower belly. "Bet you'd let me do anything, huh? Cum in your face. Tits. Ass." He breathes harshly. "What about inside, huh?" You choke around him, drool sliding past your chin and dripping down in slow strands. "Seeing your cunt full of my cum-" he hiss through his teeth- "fuck, even the thought is enough to make me cum." He holds your head down, your moans muffled and hands digging into his skin that's decorated with pale scars. You breathe harshly through your nose. A bitter taste fills your mouth and he slowly slides you off. Your lips suctioned around him and his seed fills your mouth, it dribbles out in little bits, sliding past your lips and down his cock and when he yaks you up to look at him, his face stained red and chest raising and falling in deep breaths. "Open," he commands and when you part your lips, his cum pools in your mouth. He nods and his hand cups your face and with his thumb hooked under your chin he closes it shut and nods. You swallow and your face pulls into a scrunch, the bitterness now much more apparent than before. "Fucking hot," he murmurs, sliding his hand away from your face. He clears his throat and his hands make a beckoning motion. "All right, your turn."

"My turn?" You ask in a whisper, clearing your throat.

He nods. "Come on. I want to taste your pussy."

"You're so vulgar," you comment, pinching your thighs together.

"You're not saying no." He gives you a smug look. "I bet you're dripping. I could feel your moans around my cock, you know?"

You square your shoulders and turn away from him, your mouth pulled into a thin line as you pinch the comforter between your fingers. "Should- Shouldn't I be lying down?"

"Sit on my face."

Your eyes widen and you look at him with lips parted open. He has a cheeky look on his face, lips half turned upwards and voice coltish.

"You just had my dick in your mouth. You don't get to act innocent."

"It isn't that. It's just that this is really happening, isn't it?"

"Do you want it to?"

"Of course," you play with your hands, "it's just that… I'm nervous."

He rolls his eyes and lays in the bed. "Come on then. Sit on my face."

You crawl carefully over him, your seeping entrance hovering inches above his mouth and you can feel his breath fan across your heat. "I-"

"I can't tongue fuck you if youre not on my face." He has a tight grip on your thighs akin to the one he held on your hair.

"You're so crass," you whisper, body too warm for comfort. You inch downward and gasp with his nails prick your skin.

He lowers you and his tongue is fast against you, it swipes around and flicks at your clit, circling it around and pressing it flat against you. His tongue is fast, swiping at every crevice, pushing open folds and suckling in them harshly. He enters your gummy hole, tongue swirling in and out, juices standing his mouth.

You leak on him, your cunt stimulated but he goes at a rapid pace, never focusing too long on one part and leaving you gripping the headboard until your knuckle pale.

"T-Tomura," you murmur, "my clit. I-" you gasp and rock yourself on his face, turning your head and squeezing your eyes shut. "Focus on my clit- you're too all over the place, love."

He says something and it's lost in your ears but the vibrations shake throughout your cunt, and he does as he's told. He holds you tight and his tongue swirls at a softer pace, circling your clit and his mouth moves up, lips brushing onto your sensitive pearl and wrapping it around. His tongue flicks at your bud while inside his mouth and you press yourself closer to him, tongue lolling out and your arousal leaking past his chin.

He speaks more and you hump his face, your hips thrusting and breathing broken. You can feel the coil inside of you tighten and you desperately try to reach your high, pathetically rutting yourself against his face and even with the grin you feel against your heat you can't stop and only mumble an apology. Your hands reach to your chest and you pull the cups of your bra down, fingers coming up to pinch at your nipples.

You call out his name, let out a choked gasp when his fingers prod inside of you, wiggling them around and reaching inside and massaging at the plush walls that reside inside.

His fingers are coated in your slick and they click in and out of you, the sound lost between your moans and the squeaking of the bed. You can feel your clit throb around him, his lips loosening and moving to close the gap between your lower lips. His fingers remove themselves and he presses then against your twitching bud. His tongue moves inside of you, slurping your slick out of you and he eats you vigorously. His movements blur together, fingers rubbing at your clit, little yelps leaving your mouth when he pinches it roughly and through an odd bend, he slaps your clit and you cry his name, slamming your palm over your hand. His teeth are sharp and graze at your skin, a sharp gasp rips through the gaps in your fingers and the coil that burns white hot in your stomach begins to become unbearable.

“Tomura,” you whine, “I’m- ah- I’m close,” you make a choking sound. “Fuck, I’m close.”

His words vibrate through your body, hums of pleasure and his arm jerks and you’re sure that he’s masturbating and the thought brings a pride to swell in your chest. He’s masturbating and he has his mouth buried in your cunt. He slaps his palm against your clit and the sharp sting has you slump and push yourself deeper against his mouth and a feeling similar to a snap, you release on him, your arousal washing over his and staining his face. Your muscles relax and can only mutter broken choruses of his name, your bud twitching and cunt fluttering around his tongue that still rests inside.

You let out a shocked gasp when you’re pulled off and laid on the bed. You’re on your back, an arm thrown over your eyes as you ride your high, his fingers pumping in and out of you, your slick spilling out and staining the bed. “Tomura,” you rasp out, squeezing your inner walls to wrap around his fingers. “Can- Can we-” Your words die out and your body shakes.

“Use your words.”

“Can we have sex now?”

“Beg.”

“You’re so demanding,” you chuckle lightly. You peek out from under your arm and look up at him where he stays focused on watching his fingers disappear in your sex. “Tomura can we- I want to feel your cock in me. Please Tomura, make me feel good.”

His fingers pull out of you with a click and his hand reaches under your back and he unhooks your bra. You rise and let it slip down your shoulders; it’s tossed away and now you both lay bare in front of each other.

“Could have been better but since I like you, I’ll let it slide,” he flashes you a grin, “for now.”

You huff and lay on your back. He hovers above you and holds his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and pre-cum oozes out in pearly strands. “Wow, who knew you could be so nice,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.”

He shoves two fingers in your mouth and you gasp and instinctively close your mouth around them- you can taste yourself. “Don’t give me lip. I can put that mouth to better use,” he threatens and you feel yourself leak. You nod and he pulls his digits out of your mouth, wiping the mixture of spit and slick on the comforter. You crinkle your nose and he pulls you in a harsh kiss. He wastes no time and he licks your bottom lip, you open in response and you both gasp in unison when his cockhead pushes through your entrance. He fills you nicely, your walls expanding and you breathe harshly, your hands coming up to grip his biceps. He curses under his breath and with a final push, he’s buried inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses. He moves inside of you at a slow pace. He lowers his head and hides it in the crook of your neck, his mouth sucks on you, a blossoming love mark appearing when he pulls away and moves his mouth elsewhere. “Fucking clamped around my cock.”

His pace is slow, pulling himself out of your soft walls and only leaving the tip in, only to push himself in with a rocking motion. His mouth moves across your neck, teeth nipping at your skin, tongue or chapped lips softening the sting when you squirm. His hand slides to your breasts and he grips it in his palm, the pebbling nipple tingles with pleasure and you coo at him, nuzzling your face towards him and murmuring his name.

“Tomura,” you mutter, and he grunts in response, “faster,” you breathe. You hand slips between your bodies and you rub at your clit, hissing at the still sensitive bud that makes you jerk.

He gives a cute nod and thrusts deeper into you, the pace quickening with every jerk of his hips. He’s quick against you, grabbing a leg and hooking it behind his back. He grunts in your ear, the occasional curse slurred and stitched together between moans.

“Fuck, you’re taking all of me, you know?” He moans out your name and it comes off cracked, followed by a sharp bite on your shoulder. You mewl and your cunt tightens around his member. “You’re gonna milk me, huh? Is that what you want?” You feel full, his cock hitting deep inside of you, the position you’re now in makes him hit a certain spot that shoots electricity throughout your body. Your toes curl and the added simulation makes tears peek at the corner of your eyes. “I’m gonna fill your sweet hole with my cum,” he grunts, pushing himself all the way in making you gasp. “I’m going to see you filled and leaking my cum out of you slutty, little hole- fuck!” He curses, pulling you into another bruising kiss where the hand on your breasts digs into your soft flesh. “Your cunt was made for me- got it?” he whispers against your lips. “No one else gets to see or taste it,” his cock twitches inside of you. “Your soft, squishy cunt that’s wrapped tight around my cock is mine and mine only.” His pace increases, growing sloppier by the second and your hands slide to his back and nails latch onto him. He moves over to bite your shoulder, spittle slipping out of his mouth and coating you and your comforter in a thin layer of him.

You whine under him, unable to think coherently as he pushes himself inside of you. He’s right, your cunt was made for him- the way it hits, the way it fills you up perfectly, stretching your walls around his thickness, everything about it, from the leaking tip to the package that slaps against your skin- your body was made for him- to use you and spill his seed inside.

“Yours,” you gasp, “your body and your cunt.” Your face scrunches up and you can feel yourself reaching your high. “

“Fuck yeah it is,” he growls. “My perfect little pussy. I get to dump load after load if I wanted to, right? Fill you with my cum and watch your belly swell with it? You’re my personal pocket pussy.” You clench with his words, your face burning and mind growing foggy with the coming of your orgasm. “You’re close, aren’t you?” You nod, your nails digging further into his body. “Well so I am,” he chuckles airly, his face contorting into a scrunch. “I’m gonna shoot my load inside- and you’re gonna keep it inside, understood?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “just- just spill inside of me, please.”

He moves your hand which rests above your pearl and adds in his own hand, the marks on your breast are evident and they’ll sting for a bit when you shower, he pulls you into a softer kiss, his tongue dipping in your mouth and his hand gives sharp slaps to your clit. The stimulation grows to an unbearable point and the heat in your lower belly finally reaches its peak. His name comes out in a gargled cry, a low moan that vibrates from your chest and the orgasm makes tears slide down your face and toes curl. Your body runs hot and jolts of electricity course through your body. Your sex wraps tight around him, the walls convulsing inside as your clit twitches to life.

His motions grow sloppy, his body rutting against yours and with a final gasp, he bites your shoulder and your name is muted, but still understandable. He repeats it like a mantra, hips meeting yours as his seed spills and coats your walls.

“You’re perfect,” his voice is hoarse, “fuck, you’re everthing to me,” his voice is choked as he reaches his high. “I’m never leaving you,” he repeats the words, muddled in with your name, “never again.” His groan sounds broken and full of emotion when you meet his eyes for a second, they shine.

His movements slow and he comes to a still, cock still buried in you as ropes shoot out. His teeth mark your shoulder and when he pulls away, he places feverish kisses on you, the pain subsiding with every press of his chapped lips. He pulls out and collapses next to you. You can feel the cum leak out of your body in thick, syrupy strands.

“That was,” you struggle to find the words, knitting your brows together until you come up to the next best thing, “fun,” you whisper.

“Fun? That’s all you’ve to say?” He asks, turning on his side and giving you a smug look. “You came on my face and on my cock. I think you had more than just “fun”, he quotes.

You scoff and shake your head. “Okay then you describe it,” you turn your head to face him and smirk at him, “because you seem like you had fun too.”

He shrugs and throws an arm around you, his fingers light at your sides. “Fuck off,” he mutters, a soft smile on his face. “Next time, I’m going to make you squirt.”

You flash him a coy grin and stick your tongue out at him. “Do you have to be so crude?”

“You swallowed my load and you have it deep in your pussy,” he sighs, rolling his eyes, “I think we’re both crude.” He pauses and then a grin stretches out on his face. “Not to mention you practically humped my face.”

You groan and cover your face with your hands, the smile still evident. “You- Your tongue felt good.”

His hand ghosts over your breasts and his index circles over your hardened niple. “How did it feel?”

“Tomura,” you whine, your hands slide away from your face and you turn to him. He answers you with a growing grin and you rub your legs together. “I don’t know. It- It felt good. Your tongue on my clit and then when you sucked on it I- it just felt good.”

“And when I slapped it?” He presses forwards, his fingers now pinching your breast.

“Slapping,” you voice lowers, “slapping felt really good. It stung, but a good sting.”

“Your poor attempt at dirty talk is actually pretty hot,” he grabs your hand and lowers it, the back of your fingers brush against his hardening member, “wanna go again?”

“You aren’t tired?”

“I could go for a lazy fuck.” He pumps your hand and his eyes flutter to a close. “I think it’d be hot to see how gushy you are with my cum still inside.”

You stare at him in disbelief, a wide smile on your face as you turn to curl into his chest. “It’s amazing how I fell for you- it really is.” His hand wraps around your back and his fingers lightly trace your spine, phantom touched still present even when he’s moved away. “To be completely honest, I think I want to take a shower.” You press a kiss on his collarbone. “You’re free to join.”

His hand slides down your back and over your thigh, he hooks his hand underneath and picks up your thigh, hooking it over his leg. His cock presses near your entrance and you swallow.

“One more round?” His lips brush past the shell of your ear and he presses fleeting kisses down your neck. “Promise it’ll be quick.”

You pull away and look up at him, your mouth parted and eyes clouded over with lust. “Only because you’re cute.”

He smiles wickedly and presses a kiss on your lips, his cock once again entering your squishy, warm walls.

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My Latinenatural contributions

Sam and Dean have loving and mildly insulting nicknames for their loved ones

Dean calls Cas “mi viejo” (my old man) (it takes Cas a minute to realize it’s a term of affection) and (jokingly, whenever he manages to make Cas dress differently in some way) “Papi chulo”. Dean can never call him that without bursting out laughing because even he finds it stupid. Maybe “Guapo” (handsome) and “Querido” (beloved) when feeling very soft and affectionate. Sam is “Calaca” (skeleton, someone who needs to eat more), “Gordo/Gordito/Gordi” (Fatty/Little Fatty, because even though Sam is very muscular and fit as an adult, he was a chubby child and even when you get skinny later in life your family will always call you that. BTW this is often used as a term of affection not an insult among Hispanic-Latine families), “Pendejo” (dumbass. Every Hispanic-Latine parent has called their child this at least ten times and Dean is essentially Sam’s father and mother) and “malcriado” (spoiled). Sam and Cas, as chaotic besties who always do crazy shit and gossip whenever Dean isn’t around, together are “las chismosas” (gossipers) and “hijos de la gran puta”

Look in my version Dean gets to live to the point where he’s old enough he admits that he needs to start wearing glasses more often

So Sam, with petty sibling energy, calls Dean “Cuatro Ojos” (Four eyes), “Payaso” (clown/buffoon bc Gatekeep!Sam is back at it again but also sometimes Dean just says stupid shit), and in the mornings when Dean is moving extremely slowly bc he hasn’t had his first cup of coffee “Tortuga”. Maybe sometimes “pendejo” but it feels more like something someone older calls someone younger. When judging Dean’s eating habits, maybe “vaca” (cow). I’m not sure Sam would have a nickname for Cas. I don’t know why. I feel like nicknames for Cas are something specific to him and Dean because nicknames are part of how Dean shows affection and care, which isn’t how Sam does. I do think Sam probably refers to Cas as “Angelito” (little angel) around Dean in this affectionate teasing manner you do when you know your sibling or best friend is in love. I think Sam has nicknames for others though. In my head, he calls Eileen “mi leon” (my lion) bc she’s strong and confidant and amazing and and they trust each other and he feels safe with her in a way he hasn’t felt in some time

Look I’m Puerto Rican and Dominican so Jack is gonna get all the non-feminine nicknames I got basically. To Sam and Dean he is “el niño” (the boy), “nene” (specific term for “boy” Puerto Ricans use), “jefe” (Boss, specifically when its Jack’s turn to decide on things like movie night or dinner or something), “flaco”, “Chiquito” (small boy). I hate that basically any time a tv show wants to establish how Hispanic and Latine a family is they always have the parents call their kids “mijo/mija” but yes Jack is also “mijo” but not often

Dean’s favorite coffee brand is Cafe Bustelo because it was almost always around so it was practical and it tasted good. Sam likes it well enough. He prefers Pilon and Pico Rico but they’re much less popular and harder to find.

Dean is the only one who cooks bc Sam is horrible at it, Cas can’t taste test anything to know if it’s fine, and he doesn’t trust Jack in the kitchen yet to do more than make himself cereal. Dean buys a cookbook of Hispanic dishes bc he can barely recall anything his mom made from his childhood, especially dishes from her culture so he tries to learn. He makes a flan and the caramel is a little bitter but everyone enjoys it. He experiments and makes his own family recipe.

Dean knows Spanish decently enough bc it was what Mary (in my version Maria) would speak to him in while John spoke English because despite the glares she got when she spoke it she wants to make sure her children know. He mostly keeps up with it and improves through listening to music (Selena definitely, and probably also Mana, Menudo, and Aventuras). Sam pre-Stanford doesn’t know a lot of Spanish because Dean didn’t have a lot of time to teach him and by the time Dean realizes he probably should Sam is at the age where it’s harder to absorb and learn a new language and Dean doesn’t quite know how to teach him i that way that if you go to a native speaker of a language and ask them specific questions about the why’s of their languages grammar rules they probably won’t know how to explain. But Sam connects hearing it with feeling peaceful and closer to Dean and Mary and a culture he never really got to learn. He learns a lot through reading Spanish poetry like Pablo Neruda and probably reading the Bible in Spanish and English. He prefers Spanish version of church songs because even though he gets clammy and feels sick and gets a headache anytime he’s in a church, he remembers Dean and stories about their mom.

Sam likes praying with Virgin Mary candles because they make him think of his mom and the peaceful life they could’ve had if she lived but also how he thinks she would’ve wanted him and Dean to find peace even as he gets another headache and his nose bleeds the longer he prays. Dean has no faith in God or angels (at least until Cas), but he sees the image of the Virgin and feels love and pain and safety because who he actually sees is the fictional version of his mom he’s built in his head.

Mary taught Dean the “Angelito de mi guardia”/“my guardian angel” prayer and even put a little plaque with a picture of a child praying to an angel with the words (I had one of these ok) on his bedside. After she dies, he keeps saying it, to an angel at first, and then on behalf of Sam, and then for himself as his faith dwindles and he just can’t keep pretending like he has any left anymore.

Sam and Dean both got these little red, thread, bracelets with a cross after their baptisms. Dean used to wear his until he stopped caring about his faith and just keeps it tucked inside his pockets because it’s one of the last things he has left of his mom. Sam stays wearing his even when for some reason his skin itches so badly he has rashes no matter where he moves the bracelet. He keeps it in a small plastic case in his coat so it doesn’t get anymore threadbare, but whenever he would touch it it still gave him rashes.

I feel like Mary would’ve made Dean and, had she lived longer, Sam do bendiciones with her. But I am basing this off of my family and we never say the full thing even when we’re adults so for Mary it’s just “‘cion Mamí” “Dios me la bendiga. Good night Dean. I love you”.

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antigenius · 4 years

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Submission (PART 2)

A/n: so... this took a while. Hope this is good :”))) All characters are aged up as per usual!! Warnings: NSFW +18, this is a smut (ofc), handcuffs, unprotected sex, sliight yandere.

His fingers nestle inside you, cold thumb pressing against your nub hard. His stare was cold, malice glittered with such ferocity that your heart stopped for a moment. This wasn’t the sweet Deku you met four years back. The one that stuttered and laughed shyly when you flirted with him. This wasn’t the one that made you pancakes and cuddled you for long hours on the couch.

This Deku was the one you hated.

The one that pushed your buttons. The one that lived to see you mad. The one that held you tight to his chest and made your heart beat become vibrations. The one that held your body by the strings, shackling you to his alluring aura.

His lips enclose yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his fingers scissor you, stroking with utmost precision. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew what to do by memory, but how he remembered was the last thought on your mind right now.

“Iz.. Iz…”

His name was trembling from your lips. He smirked.

“Go on love, what’s my name?”

His free hand tips your chin up, a condescending glaze sending burning embers through your veins. The name rolls from your tongue, any semblance of your resistance crumbling in his touch.

“Izuku…!”

A hard press on your nerves made you shudder in absolute euphoria. The cuffs made a rattling noise as he softly chuckles.

“Mhm, don’t wear it out too much now.”

His fingers curled into your sopping walls, feeling you clench and curse around them. You could feel them reignite fires in your stomach, fires that you thought had been doused long ago. Your pitiful cries grow louder, the cuffs jangling fervidly to try and free themselves. Your hands longed to roam down his beautiful chest, pull his curls and get your lips together, to feel his abs rippling under your lips, to feel his pecs just beneath your fingertips.

“Izuk-“

His lips crash onto yours, heat flaring to your cheeks at sudden intensity. His tongue was hot and silky, the piercing leaving a slight metallic taste in your mouth. It was sloppy, it was breathtaking, it was all you needed to become putty in his hands.

His fingers leave your soaking cunt, the cold air hitting it and making your thighs rub again.

“C’mon, your turn.”

You look at him quizzically as he rolls his eyes.

“Dumbass.”

He shoves you down to your knees, unbuckling his belt.

“Don’t make me use this on you sweets.” He smacks the belt on his palm twice, a resonating ‘smack’ bouncing in the room’s walls. “Only brats need the belt, and you’re not a brat, right?”

You hated his fucking eyes. His eyes would be one day the death of you. The way they looked down on you, how they devoured you and rendered you useless in every single situation had you fuming. He cleared his throat.

“I expect an answer, sweets.”

“Y-Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes who?”

“Yes, Deku.”

A smile paints itself onto his face. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

With a bit of rustling, his jeans and boxers hit the floor. He kicks them behind him.

Now if there was ever a pretty cock, Deku’s was fucking gorgeous.

The tip was red, angry from being withheld in his boxers, precum dribbling at the top. It was an average length, but gods was it girthy. It could stretch you in ways you couldn’t get from anyone else. Just like the rest of his body, freckles speckled on his dick like constellations. They were like the sprinkles on a cake, the finishing touch to perfection.

“Whatcha staring for huh?” He smacked the belt again, eyes cold and hard. “Get to it.”

Begrudgingly, you shuffle to him, coming face to face with his cock. You look up at him, and he looks down at you.

“Go on,” he says, “or do you need encouragement?”

You shake your head.

You face back to the cock in front of you. You start with open-mouthed kisses from the base to the top, earning soft grunts of approval and content from the male receiving. You trail the flat of your tongue against the underside of his member, lazily flicking up after the head. It was just how he liked it.

You watch him carefully as you do this, watching his eyebrows knit together and eyes screw shut, watching the tip of his ears turn a rosy shade of red as he hisses.

“Fuck…”

You take the head of his cock and suck, a low groan leaving his plush lips. Still sensitive, like you remembered. You felt his hands run through your hair as you let more of him into your mouth, easing yourself onto him.

However, you didn’t expect him to push your head all the way.

“You were taking too long.”

Your gag reflex was strong, but sudden movements like that makes life harder. Tears prick the corner of your eyes in pain, eventually accustoming to his length. You could feel hm pull your hair, humming.

“Aw… Haven’t sucked dick in a while huh?”

You mumbled under your breath. He pulled you off of him, your scalp aching from his strong grip.

“What did you say?”

You pant, albeit breathless. Nevertheless, you get the words out of you.

“Not like you’d know.”

He laughs at your statement, his cackles almost sounding maniac.

“Cocky aren’t we?” He giggles. “I nearly forgot how fun you were.”

In one swift motion, he pins you to the wall. The handcuffs clash against the plaster. Your breath leaves your lungs in a whooshing movement, coughing as he comes close to you.

“No one’s like you, sweets. No one hates me like you do. No one despises me like you do.” His lips hover over yours, and you could feel his breath over your lips. “Yet, no one loves me like you do. No one wants me like you do. No one needs me like you do.”

His lips press gently onto yours, not a kiss, but you felt skin upon skin. “So instead of staying in that horrid hate-love cycle…” Deku’s eyes were downcast.

“… why don’t you just let me love you?”

He was so close, your bodies were up against each other, you could feel his heart beating fast just by being near you. He felt so warm…

You swallow down the fuzzy feelings. This man was obsessive! He’d write a whole journal on your every movement, take photos from rooms you didn’t even know had a window, and would find you WHEREVER you were. He was scary. He was not to be trusted.

So why did you melt in his touch?

Why did you let his lips touch yours so delicately, something only lovers would do?

Why did you let him see you so vulnerable, to order you around and wrap you around his finger?

His lips were still, waiting for an answer. Your mind felt like goo, nothing coherent coming to the surface, only that he was right in front of you, waiting.

“I love you.”

Those three words made your heart soar and fall at the same time. Those three words made you angry and happy. Sweet, sour. Being weak and in power. They mixed your bubbling pot of emotions even further, when it was already a mess to begin with.

Your mouth opens ever so slightly, his lips mimicking your movement. The words you wanted to say however, were stuck. You were choking, choking on nothing and everything.

“I…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He says, moving away a bit, the cool air on your face a bittersweet refreshment. “I know you’re gonna say-“

“I love you too.”

He stops. He looks at you in complete confusion, eyes blinking in surprise. You hated to admit it, but even with his creepy tendencies, you knew he was a good guy. You knew he was kind, caring and romantic. You knew he’d never hurt someone for no good reason. You knew he was everything you wanted and more.

You loved him.

“Really?” Deku’s eyes were bright, glittering with joy. “You mean it right? You’re not gonna leave again, right?”

You almost felt guilty now, for breaking up all those years ago. Maybe you had been wrong. Maybe the girls were wrong. Maybe you had to give him another chance. You were just peer-pressured into it by Mina and the gang, but didn’t know Deku like you did, right?

“Here, let me get those off you.”

He brings your hands down, freeing you from the cuffs. They drop to the floor with a clatter. Your eyes flicker from the cuffs back to him. Your eyes met. He approaches you, and this time, you don’t step away.

“May I?”

His hand tips your chin, but it’s different. It’s soft, it’s affectionate, it’s tender. You nod, never taking your eyes off him. He leans down; your noses touch.

A kiss.

It was like a contract.

A contract binding you to him.

He pushes you against the wall again, lifting your legs up and apart. His dick was still fully erect, pulsing, throbbing. His eyes were on you.

“Ready?”

His tone sounded so warm, soothing. You nod again. He pushes into you slowly, stretching you, taking great care to make sure you were okay. You felt loved. You felt cared for. You felt full.

“… I’m gonna move now.”

His thrusts were loving. They explored you, they filled you, like a missing piece of a puzzle you never could’ve solved on your own. You wrap your legs tight around him, letting his hands intertwine with yours. He was so close to you. He was so good to you.

“Iz-Iz…” The whine spills from your swollen lips. “F-fuc-”

He nips your neck, making you arch your back into him. Small marks bloomed across your neck and chest. Deku was meticulous, making sure there was no space left without some attention. You could hear him mumbling sweet nothings to you, sweet, sweet nothings that left your mind even messier than before.

He re-angles himself a little, hips coming onto yours with a loud ‘slap’. He brushes against your walls, teasingly rubbing your g-spot.

“Izuku!!” You buck into him, desperate to get that pleasure again. He smiles.

“Sorry sweets, I couldn’t help it.” He kisses your jaw. “You’re adorable like this.”

So he rubs again, and again, and again, until you saw stars. You grip his hands tight, knot unfolding.

“Izuku!!!”

He doesn’t answer, so you cum. The pleasure sends a current through your veins, a shuddering moan leaving you. Deku doesn’t stop, instead he carries you onto the sofa, the punishing pace from before getting quicker, his length going deeper.

“W-wait!-“

Your words were nothing. Any attempt at begging or pleading were deaf against his ears. Your walls squeezed tight around him, as if trying to slow him down. The action only spurred him further, the wet squelching sounds reverberating shamelessly. It was only a matter of moments when you felt the feeling rise up again, bubbling in your stomach.

“Izu… ku!”

A quiet growl comes from the back of his throat as he pinched your nipples. “What, sweets?”

“I-I-I-“

He doesn’t let you finish, his lips entangling with yours. It was heated, it was hot. He tasted like strawberries, sickenly sweet. Each kiss was like drinking saltwater. You’d drink and drink, but never felt quenched. Your skin was stained red as he cradled you close, his cock exploring every crevice, every nook and cranny within you. He pulls his lips away from yours, eyes piercing into you.

“Who do you belong to?”

His eyes were dark. Forest green turning to jade. You could barely say anything, let alone reply.

“Who?” He asks again, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Y-you.”

He shakes his head, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and his thumb. “Who?”

“I… Iz…”

You could feel your whole-body trembling, your whole being quivering beneath him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips pushed hard against his. You could feel electricity crackle down your spine, the building pressure making everything in your vision go white.

“IZUKU!”

Hearing what he wanted, Deku lets himself release, a heavy thick load spilling into you. He lets your back rest against the sofa’s surface, staying in that position so you got every single drop in you. It was hot, viscous, and so filling. You let your tongue hang out in a pant as more came out of him.

“So…” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Wanna go for a round two?”

Despite your hate, your despise, your disgust, you had been pulled back into submission.

You were always his, you just needed a little reminder~

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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National Idiots (or Robins Six)

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by KingJai

This would make an amazing freeze frame, is the last thing that Jason thinks before the bomb goes off. ––––––– “I! You! It’s not legal!” Duke screeches. Jason looks up from the blueprints, his face portraying how distinctly unimpressed he is, “Duke, my guy, we’re vigilantes.” ––––––– Shit. Fuck. Shit and fuck. ––––––– “Four.” “Three, technically.” Steph stares at Tim like he’s insane (which isn’t that far off, they’re all trained enough to lie to the tests–). ––––––– “Shit.” “Oh fuck.” “Go. Go. Gogogogo run.” –––––––

Or, the Robins bonding while being the hypercompetent dumbasses they are and stealing the Declaration of Independence

Other Titles include: [Robin’ Robins], [The Robins Robbing], [Bat-heist], [Liberty, Independence, Freedom, and Mobsters], [Vacation to Remember], [How Hypercompetant Can I Make The Robins While Being Serious and/or Stupid], and [Oh fuck, this got serious]

Words: 14115, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Batman (Derogatory) and Robin (Affectionate), Part 1 of Hypercompetent Robins Can Steal Stuff... As A Treat

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned)

Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown & Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas & Jason Todd, Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Damian Wayne is Robin, just to clarify the time line, Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, Stephanie Brown is a Batfamily Member, Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, i hate that i feel the need to clarify that, Theft, National Treasure References, Oceans Eleven References, Heist, lady liberty - Freeform, like the statue, the Declaration of Independence, Theft of The Declaration of Independence, Breaking and Entering, The Robins Being Robins, The Robins are Siblings Your Honor, Human Trafficking, nothing graphic, Smuggling, Discussion of Ancient South American Civilizations, The Author is Not a History Major, they're trying their best, Send Me Hate If I Get Something Wrong About a Culture, but respectfully

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#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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barbasbodaciousbeard · 3 years

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If You Love Someone, Let Them Go: Part 3

Summary: Since starting with SVU, Sonny hadn’t kept much terribly close to the chest. The squad knew about his family, growing up on Staten Island, the classes at Fordam. What was hidden was why he didn’t date. Sonny Carisi was also separated from his childhood sweetheart, a separation neither ever took to divorce. They had the same haunts. They’d grown up neighbors. Their paths crossed every few months, and divorce talks would turn into reminiscing would turn into a night spent together, sometimes sex sometimes just talking until the early morning. It always ended with one of them waking up alone however. How will that change when the squad finds out?

Pairings: Sonny Carisi x Original Character,

A/N: The babies. I’ve outlined like eight chapters at least, so I think this thing’s just going to go until I run out of steam. So here’s a third part already.

Part 1 - Part 2

March 2014

“You sure you’ll be okay?” Teresa asked him for the hundredth time since he’d gotten to the church. He was just trying to tie his tie in peace, but there she was over his shoulder, just enough mimosas in her system to older sister him.

“I can see Victoria. It’s Gina’s weddin’, T. I’m not an asshole. She’s a bridesmaid. I missed rehearsal, but apparently you paired us off to walk down the aisle. Real sensitive, by the way.”

“Don’t like cry or anything either. Or if you do, cry in the bathroom. And leave her alone during the reception. We’ve all been drinking already.”

“I can tell. Honestly, she’ll hate me if anything happens, okay? Last time I saw her I left in the morning.”

“Dominick Anthony Carisi, what the fuck did you just tell me?”

“I saw her in November. We talked. I went home with her. I realized I fundamentally fucked up and she needs better, so I panicked and took a cab home at three in the morning.”

“You mean to say you had the opportunity to make things better with Tori four months ago? And instead you royally fucked up again, and you still think you have the right to mope?”

“I don’t mope.”

“I was at Christmas. You twisted your ring on your finger for like twelve hours and cried in the bathroom when her favorite carol played. Either way, I’m checking in with her. You stay the fuck away from her, Sonny, unless you’re going to get your head out of your ass.”

“Don’t tell me what to do! We been married almost eight years!”

“You haven’t seen her but once since August. Don’t act like this is a perfect relationship. There’s not really one any more.” Just like that, Sonny was left with the groomsmen as Teresa pulled Victoria out of the bridal suite. He bounced on the balls of his feet now as he gelled his hair, not prepared to step out for pictures and actually see her again.

“You slept with Dom?” Teresa bit out, sparing no time.

“Several times?” she joked before sighing and crossing her arms as she realized that no one was going to drop it. “In November. He left. It’s fine. Proved me right.”

“I told him to leave you alone after the ceremony. I didn’t know or I wouldn’t have paired you off to walk together.”

“All the bridesmaids and groomsmen are married to or dating each other, Teresa. We can handle it. It’s what? Three minutes of walking. And who knows. Maybe I want to hang out with him.”

“And you tear up every time we’ve mentioned him the last year.”

“I can behave, okay? I put my marriage in a box and tucked it away for the day. I’ll step out if I gotta cry, but really I had enough mimosas, I can pretend everything is fine but not enough to cry or nothing.”

“Okay. I’m sorry he’s a dumbass.”

“I shouldn’t of taken him home any way. We’ll be fine. Stop being dramatic.”

As if to prove Victoria’s point, Teresa rolled her eyes, following her back into the bridal suite. The general consensus in the family was that both of them needed to get their head out of their ass and tell each other what was happening, but neither was willing to. She didn’t know they’d already taken a chance to talk it out and ruined it. When it was time to take pictures, none of the sisters missed the way Sonny and Victoria refused to look at each other while waiting their turns. It seemed the toes of their shoes were far more interesting.

Teresa also noticed both of them were wearing their rings, and for once, Victoria had both the band and engagement ring on, the first time since she’d left. All of his sisters had kept in touch with her, accepting the fact they needed to stop meddling for a while. No one was maid of honor or best man. Instead, all of the siblings and their partners made up the party. That meant Gianna Carisi had insisted each groomsmen and bridesmaid couple get pictures, and she refused to have a separation keep her from having pictures of Sonny and Victoria, even if she was furious at Victoria for hurting her son.

“Our turn, Tor,” Sonny said, trying to lighten the mood. It was a delicate balance, knowing his sisters and mother were watching them so closely.

“Pull her to you,” the photographer encouraged. “I hear you’ve been together a decade!” Suddenly, Victoria wanted the ground to swallow her up, and she wanted to know which Carisi had been talking like their relationship was doing well. Still, she followed Sonny’s lead when he took her hand and pulled her against him. His hand came to rest on the small of her back and her hand rested on his ribs, as natural as it had always been. Almost like they hadn’t been living separate lives for seven months. They smiled for the camera, and when Victoria dared to look up at him, she couldn’t help but give a genuine smile at being so close to him again. She was soon rewarded with his dimpled grin, and before her brain could stop her, she brushed the strand of his hair that had escaped the gel back into place.

“Thanks, doll,” he smiled softly, hating the moment they pulled away. It was time for Bella and Tommy, who was freshly paroled and fidgeting nervously. It felt safe to look at Victoria now, and he took her in, thankful for the dress his sister had picked for her. It was a deep green, with a sweetheart neck like her wedding dress had all those years ago. The bodice was pleated before it flowed down, and little sheer straps fell off her shoulder, fluttering around her bicep. She looked ethereal, and he loved the color on her fair skin with her red hair pinned up at the nape of her neck. She caught him staring, and he felt his cheeks flush. Their previous conversation didn’t bring either of them closure, but it got the painful stuff out of the way. He knew why she left. She felt like he’d proven her right. Maybe they could just enjoy the wedding, but together.

“You scrub up real nice, Sonny,” she said, moving to lean on the wall beside him.

“Apparently it was an elaborate ruse for ma to get pictures of us dressed up.”

“Now we got a picture like we’re married.”

“We still are.”

“We need to figure that out soon.”

“How about we just have fun today? Or are you gonna make me hang out with Tommy all day and all night?”

“Divorce talk tomorrow?”

“Deal,” he said, extending a hand that she shook gladly. The thought crossed his mind that the champagne the bridesmaids had been drinking and beers the groomsmen had may be what was taking the edge off now that they’d proven they wouldn’t break if they touched. That was what had worried him the most. He was afraid any touch would break the wall holding back the emotions of the past year. That it would set her off and he’d make her cry again. Instead, she could take his arm easily to walk down the aisle. It just made him remember their own wedding, and while neither would acknowledge it, they still loved each other. It was apparently easy to forget a separation and months of no communication when he thought about her walking to him down the aisle of the same church he’d attended growing up and his sister was now getting married in.

“I’m jealous you get flats.” Her head came to rest on his shoulder, and he felt a contentedness he’d not felt in a long time return.

“You’re so much taller though,” he joked, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“True. I can reach your shoulder.” She wanted to say they shouldn’t get so affectionate, but it felt like before he got distant. They were on a team, sectioned off from everyone else.

“Normally, you’re right under my armpit. Bet this smells better.”

“Your armpit just smells like Old Spice.”

“Good to know it works. Just get through the ceremony. Kick off your shoes at the reception. Just like prom.”

“Promise to cover me? You know Ma will be after me to put them back on.”

“She’s so happy we’re being friendly that she won’t care.”

“Is it weird for you that they’re all trying to play therapist?”

“They know how much I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Sonny beamed when she threw her arms around his torso.

“You ain’t drunk, are you Tor?”

“Two glasses of champagne. Relaxed, but sober. You?”

“Couple beers. In the same boat.” The last pictures were finished, and everyone was herded to the back of the church and pairing off. Sonny looked down at her with a smile, offering his arm happily. Victoria’s hand came to rest on his forearm, and she grinned up at him.

“You look too damn good in a tux.”

“I could say the same about you in that dress.”

“If all it was going to see you two happy again was for Gina to get married sooner, I’d have made her months ago,” Bella huffed, poking her brother’s back.

“I’d have done it!” Gina laughed.

“They’ll be weird again next week,” Teresa said, and her husband squeezed her arm. The groom’s brother and his wife shared a look that told him they were still trying to figure out the best way to handle the Carisis, and it was also apparent they hadn’t thought that both Victoria and Sonny would show up and get along.

“Shut up, all of ya,” Sonny said, his free hand resting where Victoria’s sat on his forearm. “We’re walking soon.” Victoria gave him a grateful smile, and soon enough, they were making their way to their spots. They stole glances throughout the ceremony. They were thirteen and fifteen when Teresa got married, meaning their last memory of both being in front of a church like this was their own wedding ceremony, the one his mom helped them plan for their first wedding anniversary. Sonny just kept seeing her in that perfect dress, walking to him in the church they’d always gone to together.

Where religion was not an important part of Victoria’s life, she believed in God, but not like Sonny did. She thought God was real, but uninvolved because she couldn’t reconcile him with the bad in the world. Sonny was devout and had reconciled his belief in an involved God with what he saw in his work. If there was one thing he was certain of, and had been since the first time he kissed her, it was that God had put him on this Earth for her and her on this Earth for him. Maybe that was why he couldn’t consider a divorce. It felt like a lie. When he talked to her tomorrow, he’d tell her the truth. Tell her how he shut down processing the homicides. Communicate. He took her arm again gladly as they walked down the aisle.

“Feels familiar, huh?” he teased. Every member of the Carisi family had gotten married here, their own church ceremony included. She nudged him playfully with her shoulder, grinning.

“Long time ago. You got even hotter. Not fair.”

“I could say the same about you.” He waggled his brows, and she laughed, something little he’d missed a lot. She could imagine coming home to him again. Imagine him coming home to her. He was relaxed, laughing and joking like he hadn’t since things were good. Tightness came to her chest as she wondered if it was because she was gone he was doing better. She pushed the thought away, refusing to consider the possibility. Maybe he was happy because she was here. Gina had told them all to sit wherever they wanted at the tables designated for the bridal party, so Sonny settled close beside Victoria, arm slung easily around her shoulders.

“The best part about no best man or maid of honor?” he murmured, leaning against her. “No speeches. Drinks, dances, garter, bouquet, party.”

“This party? Not ready for Dominick Carisi’s moves.”

“Please, Victoria Carisi? The true talent.” He squeezed her shoulders, kissing her temple. “Can I get you a drink?”

“That’d be amazing.”

“You goin’ gin and tonic or pinot?”

“Pinot.”

“You got it, tesoro.” Now it was really like she had Sonny back. He hadn’t called her by the pet name in years, but he’d insisted it was because she was his treasure to come home to. It always made her blush, and today wasn’t any different. She could see the way his mom was looking at her, lifting a brow. Not sure what else to do, she gave a wave, and Gianna shook her head. His sisters weren’t angry at her. They saw it as just a really prolonged fight. His mom, on the other hand, was furious she’d leave him and even more furious she was dragging it out.

“Ignore her,” Sonny said, sliding a glass of wine in front of her. “She got hysterical me. The girls didn’t.”

“Hysterical?” she asked softly.

“I couldn’t figure out how to function. Bella sent ma instead of coming herself.”

“I should’ve told you in person. I’m sorry.”

“It’s in the past. We’ll figure things out tomorrow.” She cupped his cheek, smiling softly. There were too many good times, she decided. She’d tell him she didn’t want a divorce tomorrow. Maybe she’d beg him to move back in together. His hand went to rest on hers, and he held it in place, turning his head to press a gentle kiss to her wrist before he laced their fingers. Their hands rested on his lap, Gina and her new husband giving a little speech before the DJ announced the father daughter dance.

“Are you crying already?” she teased.

“Shut up. You know how I get at weddings.” The hand he wasn’t holding settled on his bicep as she put her head on his shoulder. They watched each dance and as Tommy and Bella joined the other unmarried couples to catch the bouquet and garter. By the time dancing started, their drinks were empty.

“You wanna join me on the dance floor or at the buffet first, Mrs. Carisi?” He was probably taking advantage of the levity to feel like they’d never been apart, but he was going to indulge as long as he could.

“Buffet, please.”

“Good choice. Fuel up before we show ‘em how it’s done.” They loaded up plates, settling in at the table and eating happily. He caught her up on the extended family, what she’d been doing, what he’d been doing. They hadn’t really done that last time. That had been all raw emotion and desperation for affection. This felt like they’d never been apart. There was affection, sure, but it was the same grounding touch they’d always had.

“You hear that?” he smiled, taking her hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. Her eyes widened as she laughed, arms looping around his neck as his arms settled low around her waist.

“It’s our first dance song,” she giggled, as they swayed off beat.

“You're my sunshine and I want you to know that my feelings are true. I really love you,” he sang off key as she joined in. They could hear his sisters laughing. They still didn’t know how to dance to Queen together, but they’d been very pleased with their song choice, something that seemed to hold true.

She was giddy, a combination of the wine and normality washing over her. He spun her, pulling her close again and peppering kisses to her hair as she flung her arms around him neck. She’d left her shoes at the table before they even got food, and since he’d been wrong about how glad his mom would be to see them together, Sonny chased her off when she tried to fuss at Victoria for being barefoot, but not at any of his sisters. When the songs were the fast kind everyone danced to together, she leaned her back against him and his hands stayed on his hips. When the songs turned slow, he’d pull her against him, singing softly against her ear.

“You goin’ back to the city?” Sonny asked as the guests filtered out.

“Yeah. I’ll be calling an uber.”

“Listen, I got a hotel room. There’s too many Carisi’s at ma’s.”

“You propositioning me, Sonny?” she teased, arm still wrapped around his waist.

“I wouldn’t turn ya down, but there’s two beds. Was sharing it with Leo, but he went home with one of the groom’s cousins. Otherwise, I’d be sleeping on your couch because you ain’t driving home or Ubering alone.”

“I’d like that,” she smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll pack up my bag and come back. I’m sure you gotta gather your stuff.”

“Deal.” He watched her go, knowing all he had was a duffel bag he’d barely bothered to unpack. She probably had a little rolling suitcase, complete with a change of clothes on top of whatever she’d worn here and the matching oversized shirts the girls all wore.

“You gotta shit or get off the pot, Dom,” Bella said, stepping beside him with her arms crossed.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s still in love with you. You’re in love with her. Get back together or get divorced. This isn’t healthy.”

“I can’t be what she needs anymore.”

“I think tonight shows that you can. You just won’t.”

“Leave it, Bella,” he bit out. “Let me have tonight. She might leave before I wake up. Or want a divorce. Or I might not be able to tell her how I feel and make it all worse.”

“We just hate watching both of you like this.”

“She was made for me, Bella. I’m not giving her up. But if being separated and staying married is the best I get, I’m keeping it.”

“Whatever you say, Dominick,” she said, squeezing his shoulder. “It was just good to see you both happy today.” He saw Victoria coming back, leaving his sister to take the little rolling bag she had, proud to still be able to predict something she’d do. She had changed into leggings and the Fordham Law sweatshirt she’d taken when he’d first started. She took it with her, and he was proud to know that sometimes she was still walking around in his clothes.

“Ready?” she asked, and he nodded, hand on her back as he guided her to his car. Once he loaded the bags, he opened her door, smiling as she settled in with a yawn.

“You’re gonna be asleep before we get to the room.”

“I’m tired,” she whined. “We got here early.”

“I’ll get ya tucked in soon, Tor.” When they got there, she was out. The bags were in the trunk, so he scooped her up carefully, kicking the car closed. With some maneuvering, he opened the door to the hotel room before laying her down. He locked the door before running downstairs to get the bags and coming back. She’d wiggled her way out of her leggings and bra, settling herself under the blanket. He couldn’t help but laugh, locking the hotel door and hanging up his suit and her dress as he pulled on sweatpants. He went to the other bad, hearing a quiet protest.

“Here,” she whined, holding her arms out towards him.

“You sure, doll?”

“Sure. Come hold me.” He obliged happily, climbing into the bed beside her. When she put her head on his chest, he smoothed her hair. The next morning would be hard, he knew. He wanted her home, but he had to tell her about how the homicides impacted him. That would be the hard part. That burden was one he didn’t want to share. He watched her sleep until he drifted off. The sun coming through the window was what woke him up, and he was ecstatic to feel the weight of Victoria still slung over his torso. She stretched as he let out a yawn, smiling up at him.

“Morning,” she whispered, smiling the sleepy smile he missed. Now he realized what she meant. He hadn’t seen that sleepy smile but a handful of times in the months before she left.

“Morning,” he murmured, rubbing her back. He wanted to say he was scared she’d be gone, but he’d been the one to run last time. If she had, it would have been fair.

“Breakfast before serious talk?”

“Place has room service. That okay?”

“Yeah. I’m comfy.”

“Me too.” The arm that wasn’t wrapped around her reached for the menu, showing it to her. Once they’d picked, he ordered, absentmindedly twirling her hair around his finger. She put on some movie, and he watched her face as she paid attention.

“You’re starin’, Dom,” she teased softly, looking over at him.

“You’re beautiful. Can’t help myself.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, doll.” She stared for a minute before leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. His heart was pounding like it did when he was seventeen and asked her to homecoming as his hands glided over her sides. Her fingers curled into his hair and a soft groan escaped him. Almost a year. It had been almost a year since they were content and lazy, kissing in bed without the plan being sex and sleep or without the desperation of the night in November. She granted him access to her mouth, and a soft gasp escaped her. He pulled back, nipping her lip lightly. Someone knocked at the door, and a disgruntled sound escaped her. He chuckled airily.

“I’ll get the food,” he said, reluctantly detangling himself from her. Trying to walk backwards to watch her, he nearly tripped, so he opened the door, took the food and quickly scribbled a signature before hurrying back to her.

“You’re hot when you’re flustered.” He kissed her, cheeks pink.

“You’re just hot. Here’s your french toast.”

“Damn, that’s even hotter.” He rolled his eyes, propping himself up against the headboard as he dug into his eggs. She settled beside him, eating happily as her head came to rest on his shoulder. It was companionable silence until the food and coffee was gone, then the weight of what they needed to talk about settled.

“What do you want to happen?” she asked softly, twisting her rings around her finger.

“My wife back,” he said simply.

“It’s not that simple and you know it.”

“I do. But I don’t want a divorce, Tor.”

“I know. I don’t either.”

“Are you ready to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” He wanted to kick himself as soon as the words came out. He’d spent the night before thinking about what he needed to share and what could help. When the time came though, his defenses took over. Telling her what he’d seen, how it impacted him, made him feel weak. Like he couldn’t protect her from the horrors of what he had to see.

“That’s my answer I guess,” she said, and he could tell she was fighting tears as she got back into her leggings and grabbed her phone and bag.

“Tor, don’t go. We can talk more about this. We had a good night, didn’t we?”

“We did, Sonny, but I can’t not know why you acted like that and come home. How the hell am I supposed to trust that you won’t revert back to being absent?”

“Because it’s different now.”

“Why?”

“I’m not ready.”

“I don’t expect every detail, Sonny, but I can’t not know what’s happening in your head. Especially when it makes you act like you don’t want to be home. Like you don’t want me.”

“I want you, Victoria. More than anything.” His hand scrubbed over his face as he watched her go. Maybe this was worse than if she’d left during the night.

“Then call me when you’re ready to actually communicate, Dominick. I love you, but I can’t live like that.”

#law and order special victims unit #sonny carisi #svu fanfiction #writing #sonny carisi x oc #sonny carisi x reader

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omniswords · 3 years

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Chronicles of a Parisian Dumbass 14

Happy Chronicles Update! I promise I'm still trucking along on this baby. I think?? We've also officially reached the halfway mark on this installment, which is kind of. Wow. That's WILD.

anyway, I hope you enjoy!

welcome to today’s episode of Luka’s Word to the Wise: whatever it is, it doesn’t have to be perfect. it just has to be good.

thanks, I.

Ivan is right. And technically, so is his Ma, who’s been telling him and Juleka this for as long as he can remember. But Luka will give them the gratification of saying I told you so when this is all over. Even though he could take a stab in the dark and guess that only one of them would take him up on that offer. And it wouldn’t be Ivan. And it wouldn’t be his Ma.

In between messaging back and forth with Bubbles over the next couple of days, Luka puts together a flyer. It’s not exactly the best—just something he threw together on one of those free graphic design websites, definitely nothing like a Gabriel billboard. But it’s punchy, and it fits the vibe, and it gets the overall message across. And more importantly, Juleka doesn’t give him The Look for it. In fact, she smiles over his shoulder when it’s done, and she rubs her fist in his hair, and she affectionately says, “Now can you chill?”

Luka only grins and throws her into a fireman’s carry for another round of ping-pong. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t know how to be totally chill any more.

They pool pocket money, leftovers from past paychecks, to put in an order for copies at the local print shop. Only Rose has ever been; she tells them she’s tagged along with a couple of old friends from an art club to print issues of the comic they’ve been working on together. It’s nice to see her take the lead, point out the best paper stocks and finishes and spot colors, whatever those are, based on what she’s overheard. It certainly beats the alternative: four barely-adults standing awkwardly at the counter, pretending they know what they’re doing.

Even if, according to Luka’s Ma, that’s most of what adulthood is, anyway.

They decide on something glossy because it makes the colors pop, and admittedly Luka has to thank his lucky, anxious stars for saving the file in every format imaginable because he wasn’t sure which one they’d need. Before he leaves them and heads to work on his bike, Juleka gives him another smile, and Ivan manages a single, subtle nod, and Rose’s eyes sparkle. And it’s starting to feel a little less like a thing he needs to do. It’s a thing he wants to do. With them.

And, well. Any bonuses are just that. Bonuses.

These days, Luka’s made it a point to bike past the bakery on his way to work, because if he’s as much of a regular as the Dupain-Cheng family claims, then he might as well act like it. To be fair, he doesn’t always stop in to talk or buy something; in fact, most times he doesn’t. maybe it’s some silly sense of hope that he’ll be seen. That Marinette really did talk to her parents about picking up an extra shift or two behind the counter. That there’s still room on the bulletin board for him—them. And most times, it is just Mrs. Cheng at the storefront, organizing displays or chatting with a friendly customer.

But sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes it is Marinette, idly staring at the window with what he can only assume is her sketchbook at her side and her apron tied around her waist. And sometimes, she looks up at him. And sometimes, she waves and smiles with all the warmth and none of the sweat of July.

That’s why he does it. For the sometimes.

The flyers, once they’re printed, are nothing short of gorgeous, but Luka can’t bring himself to take any of the credit for it. More than anything, he’s just happy to see his bandmates all in on this, even if he did jump in with both feet. Even if they do still rib him during practice about how he’s way too invested in this. (At least Mylène has only nice things to say. He’ll have to remember to order a few extra pastries just for her.)

They split the flyers into four stacks, because of course Mylène insists on helping and of course Rose and Juleka insist on going together. They run or pedal off in different directions once they’ve put a game plan together, and at least Luka can credit them for not teasing when he offers to take the third and fourth arrondissement. They all know it’s where the bakery is, in spite of how he talks up the Place des Vosges. They know, and they don’t have to say anything.

He’s still trying to figure out whether it’s a blessing or a curse to have your real-life friends on your social media accounts.

Even as he’s hanging the flyers in downtown coffee shops, in libraries, on signposts and public bulletin boards, Luka can’t stop staring. With every flyer he pins or tapes up, he finds something new to love about it. A splash of neon color in the top left corner. The jagged, cutting edges of the lettering. The blurred glow of a spotlight. Every time he looks, he gets the feeling that he’s already there. Music pounding in his ears, stage lights burning so bright and hot they make him sweat, fresh calluses on his fingertips that he’ll regret and adore later. He doesn’t think of stardom often, but he imagines this is something close to it.

At the very least, it’s what he would want to make of it.

It’s close to closing by the time Luka arrives at the bakery-patisserie; the usual lingering smells of fresh bread and sugary frosting and the easygoing music are both conspicuously absent when he walks in. But Mr. Dupain and Ms. Cheng are both missing from the storefront, and he has to double check the time on his phone to make sure he didn’t accidentally arrive too late, or that he’s not interrupting some closing routine. It shouldn’t take long; he spent almost the whole bike ride over rehearsing what he needed to say. He looks around cautiously, even clears his throat in case it gets someone’s attention.

It does. Marinette pops up from behind the counter with a squeak, and it startles him so much he nearly drops the stack of remaining flyers in his arms. And that would’ve been a pain in the ass as much as it would’ve been straight out of one of Rose’s cute romcoms for Marinette to round the counter and help him pick them up until their hands brushed over the same one.

Jesus. He really needs to get out of the house on his sister’s date nights.

He really needs to have a date night.

He also really needs to stop thinking about date nights when the person he’d actually consider a date night with is right in front of—

“Luka?”

He blinks to attention, standing awkwardly in the quiet. God, he really hopes he wasn’t staring at her when he zoned out like that. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

Marinette shrugs it off with an apologetic smile. “We’re fresh out of napoleons, you know,” she says casually, slipping past him to flip the sign on the door. “Guess you’ll just have to come first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, I guess I will—wait—” He shakes his head. “No, that’s not why I’m here.”

Marinette pauses at that. Even seems to stand a little taller, intrigued. Hopeful? “Oh…? Then why… are you here?”

Meekly, Luka holds up one of the Kitty Section flyers and nods toward the bulletin board. Here’s hoping he—it— isn’t too much of a disappointment.

Marinette squints at the flyer for a second, and then her eyes widen and spark in delight. She looks… impressed, at least. which isn’t to say she’s never seemed impressed by him before. It just makes all the things he’s been working for a little more worth it. “Wow,” she says. “You really weren’t kidding about being in a band, huh.”

“You know it,” he says with what he prays is a casual shrug; this… wasn’t part of the script. “I don’t wear this thing on my back just to look pretty.”

She stifles a laugh, then claps a hand to her mouth immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t—I wasn’t implying that you’re not handsome—pretty— “

Oh God. She’s stammering. And it’s adorable.

Marinette composes herself with a deep breath and her arms folded over her chest. “There are pushpins in the corner,” she says. “Hang it up wherever you want.”

Except Luka can’t help feeling like she’s got her eyes on him the whole time. Either she’s coming to terms with the fact that he was telling the truth all along, or she’s… judging him. Or the flyer. And honestly, he can’t tell which is worse. “What’s wrong?” he asks once he notices she’s still staring. “Did I put it up at a funny angle or something?”

“No, just… thinking…” Her voice sounds distant, perhaps somewhere he might never find her. But then she snaps her fingers, and she says, “That’s it!”

“Uh.” Luka’s brow furrows. “What’s it?”

“Oh, just… sorry, my thoughts just ran away with me, I guess.” Marinette steps toward the flyer, brushing her fingers over it and wincing. maybe it’s just from the finish; his nails have scraped over then more than once, and it felt just as bad as a chalkboard. “I was just thinking, well… you’ve been good to my parents and all. Why don’t we help you with promotion? You know, put postcards in the boxes or bags. It couldn’t hurt, could it?”

Luka nearly spotters, but the only thing he can manage to say is, “Where am I gonna get postcards?”

“I can make ‘em.” She says it like the simplest, most obvious thing in the world, and looks him up and down when he falters. “If… you and your band are okay with that, I mean. Cause I, y’know… dabble, in graphic design. But I don’t want to impose, if you’re okay with this. It’s your band and all.”

“I can,” he starts to say; then he stops himself, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I can ask them?” Idiot, he thinks. That wasn’t supposed to be a question. “I’ll let you know what they say. Have to come in bright and early tomorrow anyway, right?”

Marinette only smiles. It’s faint, almost absentminded, but that sweet little tug at the corner of her mouth is hardly lost on him. “You don’t have to.”

“Ask them?”’

“Come by.” Her bag is hanging on a peg by the register, and she’s off rummaging through it before Luka can ask what she means. He gravitates toward her more than he actually walks to her, and by the time he reaches the counter she’s fishing a card out of her wallet. It’s pink and black, decorated with the same spray of flowers and monogram as her apron. when he turns it over, there’s her name at the top, and below that, two email addresses. And two phone numbers.

He looks up, wide-eyed.

“So,” Marinette says. “Unless you’re coming all this way for a napoleon, a pear tart, and my pretty face, I think you’re good.”

“I—” Luka turns the business card over and over as though it will teach him now to speak again. “I guess so.” Does she know he thinks her face is pretty? Wait—of course she does, he gave her that note. Oh, Jesus, does she still have that thing? It’s been weeks. “Well,” he says, scuffing his heel against the tile. “Who knows. Maybe I’ll come anyway.”

Okay, that was definitely not part of the script.

But then, neither is the way her eyes are sparkling. “Well,” she murmurs. “Maybe you will.”

“I should, uh—” He jerks a thumb toward the door. “Go, um. Happy closing?”

She laughs behind a hand, glancing between him and the tacked-up flyer before she grabs a broom and sends him off with a delicate wave. And to be honest, Luka’s never been angry with nature before, but he curses the wind for being so loud that he can’t hear that giggle in his head, over and over. Almost as much as he thanks it for drowning out all the stupid things he said, and the lingering questions of why she offered at all.

Luka’s Word to the Wise, Part 2:

Progress isn’t linear but it sure as hell doesn’t mean you can’t stutter your way through getting a girl’s number and succeed.

#miraculous ladybug #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #fic: chronicles of a parisian dumbass #HELL YEAH LUKA THAT'S MY BOY

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angelictaehyun · 4 years

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PAIRING: guardian angel!taehyun x fem!reader

GENRE: guardian angel au, soulmate au, fluff, angst

WC. 4,700+

WARNINGS: minor alcohol usage, mild language, recklessness, and illegal activity (egging an ex’s house because y/n’s a dumbass)

SYNOPSIS: Kang Taehyun, a sassy, young guardian angel, didn’t think anyone could be more of an absolute mess… boy, was he mistaken.

PART ONE || PART TWO || INTERLUDE || PART THREE

For an angel, Taehyun was quite possibly the biggest pain in the ass. It had been half a year since you first met him and despite your many, many impressive effort, you couldn’t escape him—his presence both overwhelming and never-ending. Much to your dismay, you were attached at the hip. It was simple, wherever you went, he followed. He constantly hovered over you, his beautiful, round eyes always filled with slight judgement and concern.

It was always: “No, Y/N, you can’t keep drinking coffee as a meal replacement,” or “It’s pretty chilly outside, you should put something else on,” and of course, your favorite, “Don’t you think that’s too much butter to put on pasta?”

You didn’t ask for his opinion, not even once, yet he gave it to you anyways.

But as much as you hated to admit, having him around wasn’t the absolute worst.

You enjoyed living with someone else. You had been on your own for far too long and it was starting to get lonely. As annoying as he was, you began to feel very… comfortable. His incessant judgment was absolutely maddening but you couldn’t help notice the calm, blissful feeling that washed over you when he was in your presence.

It was a feeling you welcomed with open arms.

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It had been at least a month since you last gave your ex-boyfriend, Yeonjun, a proper thought. You were too busy trying to keep yourself from fighting a literal angel, an issue you never thought you’d ever have. You were happy to say that Yeonjun was becoming a mere, insignificant memory—until you went grocery shopping the following week.

You were mindlessly hunched over the shopping cart as Taehyun diligently scanned the food label of a cereal box.

“Are you sure you want Frosted Flakes? There’s so much sugar in just one serving, there is no way this can be good for you. And just look at the tiger on the box! Tony? Tony the Tiger? He seems suspicious and I don’t like his stance. If he were real, I’d definitely throw these han-” he promptly cut off as he saw your body still.

“Y/N,” he whispered, waving his massive hand in front of your face.

When you didn’t respond, he followed your gaze only to be met with a tall mess of blond hair standing next to a much smaller girl. They seemed as if they were in their own little world, giggling and sharing shy smiles as they shopped. Taehyun knew it was Yeonjun, and he was almost positive the girl next to him was the same person he cheated on you with. Taehyun trained your eyes back onto your broken figure and saw the way you tried holding back a breakdown—the dull ache in his heart mirroring your own perfectly.

The happy couple didn’t notice your presence and before they could, Taehyun was dragging you into the dairy aisle.

“Y/N, look at me,” he pleaded softly.

His eyes searched your blank face for any sort of emotion but all he saw was the pain you held in your eyes. He reached for your hand and when you didn’t respond, he pulled you against his chest in a tight embrace. Over the past couple of months, you both had grown so incredibly close. Despite all the irritation you caused each other, you both slowly began to seek each other’s touch for comfort no matter how small. When you watched TV, your head would always be on his lap as he played with your hair. When he cooked, you were by his side, resting your head on his shoulder. When you grew tired, he would hold you against his chest and stroke your hair, lulling you to sleep. You don’t know when either of you crossed the unspoken line of love, but neither of you wanted to go back.

At that moment though, he knew you needed comfort. You might not have loved Yeonjun anymore, but it still hurt. Taehyun pressed a kiss to the crown of head, the act feeling completely natural to him at this point in your confusing relationship. Your body relaxed, just slightly, as he ran his hand down your back. When you pulled away, he gave you a shy, dimpled smile, and your heart twitched, except it was with longing instead of pain.

The car ride home was silent. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other above your knee. He didn’t say anything, fearing angering you further, so he just let you be.

But the silence just allowed you to simmer in your rage.

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Later that night, he sat on the opposite side of your couch as you nursed a bottle of tequila. He kept his distance, though every fiber of his immortal being wanted to hold you and drive off all your agony.

Eventually, you spoke up.

“I want revenge.” Your voice was hoarse from staying silent for so long.

“Huh?”

“I said, I want revenge. He cheated on me, broke my heart… he didn’t even have the stomach to come clean about it after I caught him in the act. He’s a loser and a coward, and I want revenge,” you explained. Your flat, gravelly voice had Taehyun cringing. Your usual honeyed voice was his favorite sound, it hurt hearing you this way.

He needed to raid your pantry though, the amount of alcohol you consumed whenever you were sad was extremely concerning.

“Look, I understand, I hear you. However, revenge isn’t going to fix your hurt. Growing and allowing yourself to move on is the best revenge. You were so close to never thinking of him again, why can’t you just try to do that again?”

You ignored his question. Your logic was simple, if you focused your attention on Yeonjun, you wouldn’t have to dwell on the fact that you fell in love with a certain, irritatingly smug angel.

“That’s complete and utter bullshit, I want to do something. Be proactive. Spray paint his house, egg his car. Something. Anything.”

“You’re insanely drunk. And there’s absolutely no way I can let you do this. Not only is it illegal, it’s against moral code and as your angel, I have make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” he cautioned softly.

He could practically see the wheel in your brain churning slowly, your inebriated state hindering much of your cognitive ability. He continued, “Why don’t you get some rest, yeah?”

You huffed and turned away from his gaze. You were acting childish and of course you knew he was right, but you couldn’t help your anger. Obviously, you weren’t still hung up on Yeonjun; you were just outraged that he dared cheat on you, only to face absolutely no consequence. You peered up from your tequila bottle and flashed Taehyun a pleading gaze and small pout. His heart soared and he knew in that moment, he’d break every law on Earth to make you smile.

He also knew at that moment that he was inexplicably screwed.

“Fine. Nothing dangerous, though,” he unexpectedly blurted out. His eyes went wide, he had no idea where that came from but he immediately regretted it.

You slammed your bottle on your coffee table and leaped up from your seat. You threw your arms around him, making him flinch. You reeked of alcohol but he paid no mind as he focused on having you in his arms again; all his regret trickled away as he felt the warmth of your body on his.

“Thank you, Tae,” you giggled as you beamed up at him.

He grinned as he glanced down at you making yourself comfortable on his chest, wrapping your legs around his torso, and resting your head in the crook of his neck. You fiddled with the hem of his sleeve as he circled an arm around your waist and embraced you tighter, placing his lips against his temple. Before you, he wasn’t one for such obvious affection (not that he had anyone to be affectionate with), but now he couldn’t help but always seek your touch, yearning to hold you. He rested his head on you and mindlessly traced his free hand along your back.

Your breathing slowed almost instantly and he peered down to find you passed out across his lap, your lips parted and eyes glued shut.

He smiled to himself. He picked you up slowly, so as to not wake you, and carried you to bed. He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and stroked the stray hair away from your forehead as he tucked you under your warm comforter.

“Sleep soundly, my love.”

· ──────────────────── ·

You ended up sleeping through the entirety of the next day, not awakening until dinner. He had a glass of water and ibuprofen waiting by your bedside, all too prepared for your unavoidable hangover; he had spent most of his day pacing around your apartment, restlessly waiting for you to wake.

He was also hoping you were too drunk to remember anything you had said the night before, especially after he so foolishly agreed to allow you to act on your rage. Unfortunately for him, you had a knack for keeping your memory intact, even in your most inebriated state. Needless to say, when you appeared in front of him with four dozen eggs and a “stealthy” all-black outfit, he was disappointed but definitely not surprised.

“Get up. We’re going out tonight.”

He sulked behind you, knowing there wasn’t much stopping you, regardless of how much he tried. All he could do was join you and make sure you didn’t do anything dumb, which proved a challenge because your plan was insanely stupid.

You were practically buzzing with excitement when you arrived at Yeonjun’s place. You thought egging his car was exactly what he deserved. You unloaded your duffle bag which was packed full of eggs, making Taehyun groan.

“Hey, you’re lucky I’m not slashing his tires or breaking his windows,” you argued.

“... Right, I’m so lucky.”

He rolled his eyes and continued, “This is dumb. Are you sure you want to do this? We can head back home and I can make us dinner.”

“No, Tae. I want to do this, it’s the least I should do.”

He huffed and conceded, sitting back with crossed arms as you began to throw the eggs at Yeonjun’s expensive car. Taehyun was disappointed, hoping you’d make the right decision, but really, he also could’ve done far more to stop you: for example, literally duct taping you to your couch. It’s his job to keep you safe and from doing anything dangerous, but when you flashed him your gorgeous, sparkling eyes and kind smile, he knew he couldn’t ever possibly say no to you. He looked on with a pining gaze as you had the time of your life, your mischievous smile lighting up the dim road.

He just wished that smile was caused by something not illegal.

The sudden wail of Yeonjun’s car alarm snapped him from his inner dilemma and he focused on your frozen figure, though his attention was quickly drawn to the light emanating from Yeonjun’s bedroom window. He appeared at your side and began ushering you away but you stayed motionless.

“Time to go… NOW!” You could clearly hear the panic in his voice.

You still didn’t move and the small smirk on your face told Taehyun you wanted to get caught. You wanted Yeonjun to open his door and find you beside his car; you wanted him to see the havoc you wreaked, the eggs doing slightly more damage than just dripping yolk all over.

Yeonjun’s porch light flickered on as a mop of neon yellow hair stepped out into the chilly darkness of the night. His eyes narrowed as he adjusted his vision to try and discern your shadow, “Who’s there? I-I’ll call the police!”

Taehyun couldn’t risk having you caught so he grabbed your hand and began sprinting. The brisk wind harshly blew by you as you tried keeping up with him, his legs carrying him a speed far beyond your capability. Call it the adrenaline of nearly getting caught but you began laughing; a light and airy sound, one which was usually a siren song to Taehyun, but this time he couldn’t believe it. You could’ve been arrested and tossed in jail, and you were laughing?

He pulled you behind a bush and gave you an enraged look as you tried catching your breath. He, on the other hand, had his breathing controlled and had barely broken a sweat.

Perks of being an ethereal being.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe I just did that… I- can you believe it?” you asked, giggling.

“No,” he deadpanned.

You pressed your lips together and rolled your eyes, “God, lighten up Tae. Everything’s fine, I didn’t get caught.”

He scoffed. He couldn’t believe that was your threshold for fine. “And if you did, then what? Huh? You think I want to watch over you while you rot in jail? What you did was careless and stupid, and I shouldn’t have let you do it, I don’t know why I even said yes.”

You took his much larger hand in your own, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. You found the easiest way to shut him up was by initiating any sort of physical contact. He relaxed under your touch as you cupped his cheek and gave him a small smile, “I’m sorry.”

Something felt different, as if half a year of confusing feelings were finally becoming crystal clear.

Still holding your gaze, he anxiously pulled you against him and leaned in, letting his puffy lips graze yours. You closed your eyes and awaited a kiss that never came.

From the opposite side of the bush, a siren began blaring and you both pulled away to see a police car speeding down the street. Before you could even process anything, Taehyun began glowing. His wings appeared from thin air and draped over your small frame, hiding you from the world. After what felt like an hour, Taehyun deemed the coast clear, and any lingering moment from the near-kiss dissipated instantly.

You believed he was finished scolding you but were sorely mistaken as the entire ride home was him chastising you for being reckless. You kept silent as you took in his colorful admonishing.

It shocked you that an angel could even speak like that.

“—And that's the stupidest thing you've ever done and you’ve done a lot of stupid shi—”

You knew he’d continue ranting so you tuned him out and stared at the glowing moon.

You thought about his lips: the way they looked, the way they felt. His lips were something you thought about way more than you cared to admit, and just the thought of them made your heart race. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“What’s wrong?” he asked monotonously.

“N-nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than you know yourself.” You didn’t respond and continued watching the night pass by.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what you were thinking about; it was all he could ever think about, too. All he could ever think about was your lips and kissing you. He glanced over at your anxious frame and reluctantly placed a hand on your thigh in an attempt to ease your mind, but you just tensed, throwing him for a loop as you were usually so receptive to his touch. Now you just seemed uncomfortable. He removed his hand and placed it back on the wheel, keeping his eyes trained on the road. You didn’t hear another word from him.

When you finally arrived home, you scrambled from the car and made a beeline to your bedroom, seeking space. He slowly trudged behind you, giving you the distance you desired.

When he finally thought you were sleeping, he made his way into your room. It was dark but he could see your frame hunched over your knees as you nervously fiddled with your quilt.

He placed himself on the edge of your bed, back facing you. Obvious tension filled the air as you both kept quiet, scared to say anything. He remained still and if it weren’t for the slight flutter of his wings, you would’ve assumed he was a statue. The silence was painful, eating away at you slowly. You climbed from your bed and headed to the living room, but as you placed your hand on your doorknob, you heard your bed rustle.

“Y/N,” he mumbled softly.

You kept your back to him, hearing him shuffle as he approached you and stood with his chest against your back. He traced your arms lightly, making you swallow harshly as you blankly stared upon the wall ahead of you.

“Please look at me,” he begged.

He felt the hesitancy in your heart as if it were his own. He also felt your pulse quicken under his fingertips. You sighed and turned around slowly, keeping your head trained on the floor to avoid him. He lifted your chin with his index finger to meet your gaze but you still refused to look at him.

“Please.”

It was the crack in his voice that broke you. You hesitantly met his eyes and your heart practically leaped from your chest. His gaze was always hard and piercing, but soft and longing when you were the subject of his attention. You wanted to look into those eyes for the rest of your life.

He moved forward until your back was pressed against your cold bedroom door. His massive wings caged you in, almost acting like a protective barrier from the cruel world. He kept his hands on your waist as he rested his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut.

You positioned a hand on his chest and clutched the fabric of his hoodie, using your other hand to cup his face and caress his cheek. He leaned into your touch and sighed softly before tilting down to capture your lips on his. To him, your kiss was addicting, every single aspect of you was addicting. Your knees buckled under yourself but his grip held you in place, and you snaked a hand up to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer while his hand gently rubbed your waist. The room felt warmer, a sharp contrast to the brisk, winter air outside, but with his soft lips on yours, you paid no mind.

When you let up for air, your head was spinning, especially as he intertwined your hands and brought them to rest against his lips. You placed a soft kiss on his jaw and then neck, and he closed his eyes once more, savoring the moment. The silence was no longer painful, rather soothing.

Neither of you spoke. Nothing needed to be said, both of you knew exactly what the other felt.

Pure, unadulterated love.

· ──────────────────── ·

The following month was domestic bliss. Every morning you woke in his embrace, this particular morning was no different.

“Good morning, my love.” He pressed his lips on your shoulder and began littering your face with kisses.

“Morning, love.”

“Sleep well?”

You hummed.

“We should’ve gotten up earlier. Don’t you have plans with Beomgyu?”

You hummed again, still half asleep.

“The sooner you get out of bed and meet him, the sooner you can come home and sleep,” he tried arguing.

A flawless argument, you couldn’t argue with that. You popped an eye open and faced him, “I guess you’re right. Maybe… just another minute?”

Unable to say no to you, he snaked an arm around your waist once more and entangled his legs with yours. You sighed contently, his warm embrace nearly lulling you back into dreamland until he lovingly woke you up... again.

You eventually made your way out of bed, Taehyun promising kisses as coercion for every task finished. When you said goodbye, he placed a kiss on your temple, then nose, then jaw, before finally settling on your soft lips.

“Have fun,” he mumbled against your lips.

You pulled him in by his hoodie, initiating another kiss, and he slid his arm around your lower back, trying to hold you as close to him as possible. His kisses were heavenly and you knew if you didn’t leave then, you’d never leave.

It took nearly everything in you to finally pull away.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more, angel.”

You peaked behind your front door, flashing him a sweet smile before shutting it behind you, and the second you did, he couldn’t help the unsettling feeling that rested in his mind, as if something was going to go wrong. There was an unknown finality in the kiss but he shook it off as worry for your wellbeing.

While you were out with Beomgyu, Taehyun chose to wander around the beach near your old home. He found the ocean’s beauty alluring, much like you. He kept his glamour on, hoping for some peace as he searched the shoreline for the prettiest seashell he could find and bring home to you. It was nice, he enjoyed his time, the quietness of the beach refreshing compared to the bustling city he was so familiar with. It was relaxing and peaceful until he spotted a familiar, lanky figure awkwardly standing in the sand a couple of feet over. The boy’s white shirt was crisp and wrinkle-free, and his iridescent wings glowed harshly under the sun. He looked extremely out of place—anyone with a set of wings would.

“Hey, Soobin. What’s up? What are you doing here?” he questioned, approaching the elder casually. It wasn’t often he saw an old friend.

“We need to talk. It’s about Y/N,” Soobin explained.

Hearing your name, Taehyun’s expression grew visibly brighter, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Soobin. He sighed, “It’s time you were reassigned.”

He went straight for the kill and he didn’t miss the way Taehyun’s soul shattered. The younger flinched back, “This is a joke, right?”

“It’s not… your new assignment came in yesterday. You’ll like him, he’s a bit of an old soul, but he’s been going through a lot since his divorce with his wife.”

“No.”

“Taehyun… ”

“I said no.”

“Taehyun, it’s what’s best for her,” Soobin calmly explained. He knew it wouldn’t be easy.

“Best for her? You don’t know what’s best for her, I do!”

“C’mon, are you serious? You fell in love with her and if you don’t leave, it’ll negatively affect her life… look what happened at Yeonjun’s house. You never stopped her. You call that doing what’s best for her?” Soobin argued.

“This is the happiest she’s ever been and I’m the reason. You’re going to take that away from her? Her happiness?”

“Exactly, you’re the reason. Problem is, she can’t fall in love with someone who won’t be able to grow old with her or have a family with her. You can’t be her happiness. She has to have someone that will look out for her and can separate their job from love, a new guardian angel.”

Taehyun fell silent. He didn’t think this could happen, he fell in love with you never even considering the way it could hurt you in the inevitable end. Realistically, it could never work; you had a clock attached to your life and he didn’t. It was only a matter of time before he would leave you. Or the other way around.

“I love her,” he whispered.

“Yeah, Tae. I know. Which is why you have to do this.”

“Can I say goodbye? In person?” he pleaded.

Soobin patted him on the shoulder in a weak attempt to console him.

“No, that’ll only hurt her more. And I don’t think you’d be able to leave if you did.”

Soobin stood helplessly as the light vanished from the younger’s eyes.

· ──────────────────── ·

The door slammed behind you as you made your way into your apartment, shedding off your oversized hoodie, “Hi, love. I’m home!”

Nothing.

“Taehyun? Love?”

Still, nothing.

“Love? Where are you?”

He always promised to be there when you arrived home and he never broke his promise, but you couldn’t find him… your apartment was devoid of him. The only trace of him was a folded piece of paper placed beside a yellow rose on your pillow. As you examined the paper, you perceived what you believed to be a water stain that hadn’t dried yet, making you tremble as you hesitantly opened it.

My love,

I have to say goodbye. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love but I did, and now I’m facing the consequences… I’m getting reassigned. I’m so sorry this is how you had to find out, I wanted to see you one last time but I couldn’t… I was cautioned it would hurt you too much. You’re getting a new guardian angel. He’s kind, caring, and so excited to meet you. You’ll love him, I know you will. He’ll help put you back together.

Y/N, my love… graduate school, travel the world, fall in love again, but most importantly, please be happy. I want you to experience everything this world has to offer, you deserve it all. You deserve a life with someone you can grow old beside, someone who can love you unconditionally. I want it to be me. I want to be the one you walk down the altar to one day, the one you raise children with, the one to greet you as you come home from a long day… I desperately want it to be me.

You are the love of my life, the sun in my sky, the light that guided me through the dark. I’m so thankful I could be a part of your life, even if it was just for a fraction of it.

I don’t know if I can fit everything I feel for you in this letter but if there’s one thing you take from this, let it be that I love you and I’m so sorry.

Y/N, I will love you until my last dying breath.

With everything I am,

Taehyun

Your body was nearly on fire. Your heart was ripped to nothing as your mind ran wild. A choked sob escaped you and in that moment, for a fleeting second, you wished you could cease to exist.

You shakily sank down your bedroom wall, grasping his paper and rose against your chest, numbly crying. You spent half the day in that position; your body was so tired and overwhelmed.

You were paralyzed.

You were angry with him. So, so angry. But you were angrier at yourself. You were so naive and hopeful. Of course he’d leave, you weren’t going to be his last assignment, as much as you hoped you’d be. You were foolish, believing you could have him unconditionally.

When your mind eventually ran blank, you were so disoriented, you couldn’t even process the soft glow forming across from you. The glow gradually grew brighter, nearly blinding you but you paid no mind until from thin air, a young, handsome boy appeared by your side. You lifted your head painfully slow, ignoring the thrumming ache in your mind, and scanned him emotionlessly. He looked the same age as Taehyun but seemed to hold a completely different aura.

If you felt any shock, it didn’t show.

The young boy saw you the same way Taehyun first did—round face, puffy eyes, dull skin, and lifeless. Much like Taehyun, when the boy first looked at you, his gaze held nothing but sorrow and pity.

Nonetheless, he gave you a warm, welcoming smile and extended a hand.

“I’m Kai, your guardian angel.”

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