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somethinginthethunder · 4 years

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XHIAJSJS I know you already wrote stuff for Ushijima but I think your writing just made me love him even more!! Could you write a fluffy but tiny bit angsty scenario about domestic life with Ushijima that goes from him proposing, then married life, and finally they’re pregnant with a daughter? If you can set it in the time where he’s with the Schweiden Adlers then that would be perfect! 👀 🥺💞

Author’s Note: Hi there!! Don’t worry on requesting a character I’ve written before! I don’t mind :) I hope this will suffice! I also added after their daughter is born, too, it that’s alright. Thank you for the request!

Shares and feedback are always appreciated <3

Word Count: 2,324

Summary: Follow the story of you and Ushijima’s proposal, married life, and family life.

Warnings: I don’t think there are any?

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“I love you.”

His sudden words caught you off guard. Turning your head to face him, you smiled.

“I love you, too, Toshi,” you answered.

He met your gaze, holding your hand softly as you both layed down in the grass.

It was a little date. The two of you had been together for quite a few years, and Ushijima decided he wanted to go out for the day. Of course, out of the public eye where you two were most comfortable with each other.

“I’m also in love with you,” your boyfriend added, not breaking eye contact.

“I’m in love with you, too,” you countered.

You huffed in amusement. “What’s bringing this on, love?” you asked quietly, adjusting your body to lean on your side. He was always straight forward with how he felt, but this time felt a bit out of the ordinary.

“Do you happen to remember what I promised you on our anniversary last year?” he asked.

Last year’s anniversary? “Yeah, I think I do.”

“What did I say?”

“Ah… that you were grateful I was your biggest supporter, through thick and thin?” you guessed, getting a little confused as to where this was exactly going.

“No,” he said. “Try again.”

You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to remember what exactly happened that year.

“That… you were going to marry me someday?” you murmured, studying his expression carefully.

He returned his gaze to the sky once more. “Yes. It’s been awhile since then, hasn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, it’s been a year,” you shrugged. “But why are you askin-”

Before you could finish what you were saying, he was already pushing himself up and off the ground. You followed in suit, with him turning to face you.

He looked handsome, with the town lights down below emitted a soft, subtle, almost nonexistent glow on his face. The moon helped out with the lighting as well while the gentle breeze tousled his hair slightly.

“You know I don’t typically make light of promises,” he continued, his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

You smiled at the statement. “I know, Wakatoshi,” you agreed, nodding your head.

“Then I hope you’ll understand when I say I’d like to keep that promise I made a year ago,” he said, his left hand pulling something out from his pocket.

Everything clicked at that moment for some reason, like the last piece of a puzzle. You could already feel the tears forming in your eyes.

“Wait-”

“Y/n L/n.” He was already down on one knee, opening the small velvet box no larger than the size of his palm. “Will you marry me?”

Without thinking, you nodded your head, your hands coming up to your mouth on instinct as you said, “Yes!”

Your thoughts were stumbling over each other as you repeated your answer like some kind of chant under your breath, a few tears streaming down your face as he stood back up.

He said no other words, but you knew he was happy by the look on his face. His eyes were content and his lips were turned up at the corners in a bit of a smile.

He gently took your left hand and slipped the ring on. It wasn’t anything flashy, nor was it a boring piece. It was unique, and it was yours, and so was he.

When you were still a young teen, you had never thought you’d get married, and especially not to Ushijima. But, honestly, you couldn’t ask for anyone better. Your fiance, wow, it felt good to be able to call him that, felt just the same.

In his own brain, he would’ve never thought he’d become betrothed to anyone. He was aware of how apathetic he seemed, and how dedicated to volleyball he was. That’s why he was so thankful to meet someone like you.

You were the person who would understand if he was late for a date because of practice. You were the one who didn’t mind taking extra time to explain yourself or him to anyone else. You were the one who waited patiently for him to grow as a person and supported him as he came closer and closer to achieving his dream.

You were the one.

☆☆☆

Married life with Ushijima was almost always kind to you. He was a kind and hard-working husband, and you were an understanding and considerate wife. Most days, there was a routine. Get up, have a few good morning kisses, breakfast, both of you go to work, you come back home first, clean up a little, Ushijima comes back from practice, and then the both of you have the rest of the day to yourselves (unless, of course, you had an extra shift or your husband had an extra volleyball event).

But some days, you two couldn’t seem to connect. Sometimes this lasted for a few hours, the duration of the day, or for a couple of them.

Today happened to be one of the more worse situations.

“You can’t just keep doing this anymore!” you shouted angrily from across the room.

“And what exactly is it that I’m doing?” he asked, showing no remorse for his actions as he set down his volleyball equipment.

You were about to burst. But even you knew that exploding on him wasn’t going to do much more than if you didn’t.

“You’re cutting corners on your health, taking more time on for work and practice without even telling me, and more importantly: don’t seem to feel any need to apologize at all! No ‘I’m sorry, my wife’, no words that show you can acknowledge the situation-- nothing,” you said, exasperated.

Zipping up his bag, he positioned his body to partially face you, his eyes so cold a shiver almost ran down your spine from where you stood in your shared bedroom.

“What’s the point in apologizing if I don’t mean it in the first place?” he inquired, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out the door. “I’m leaving before I come to practice late.”

Unlike during his proposal, the tears you were crying here were not out of happiness.

You felt angry, frustrated, trapped, and just about like you were going to give up. This wasn’t the first time he’s done this. You had always attempted to get him to talk about it, and, in the less-common occasion, he’d attempt to talk to you about it if the sides were switched instead.

You punched the wall behind you and slid down it until you were sat on the floor. You felt tired. So tired. And afraid, too. If only you two could just get on the same page.

Meanwhile, Ushijima was starting to feel the guilt get to him. He knew he didn’t really mean those words, yet he said them anway. How could he do that to you? You gave him everything and more, and in return you got ignored.

He knew he had to balance this out. That he needed to fix this.

Once again, he was a late. Sure, by only a few minutes, but you knew that it would be long before he got home. You were in the kitchen, your arms folded and head resting on top. Everything for dinner was currently cooking, the sounds of bubbling and sizzling filling the quiet home.

Now that you had let out all of your emotions, you were only left with two: pain and worry.

It would come to your, surprise, though, when you heard the door open. At first, you had thought it was an intruder, but that wouldn’t have made sense as there seemed no extra attempt to open the door.

The more probable answer was that it was Wakatoshi.

Looking back, you saw just the back of his head. Unable to face him, you faced forward once again, suddenly deciding to stand up straight.

You hissed quietly when the timer went off, taking the cover off the pan and taking it off the stove. After you prepared it for cooling, you took notice of the footsteps that approached you.

“Y/n,” he said.

You didn’t want to look back at him. You really didn’t. The way he said your name made you tense, but you forced yourself to turn around anway, attempting to avoid his gaze. What did he want? To talk? A break? A divorce? You knew it was probably far from that… but still.

“I’m sorry,” he declared, making your eyes shoot up at his own.

There he was, in the same outfit as this morning with a bouquet of your favorite kinds of flowers, a simple bow wrapped around its covering that held it together.

He wasn’t great with words. You could tell he was trying.

“I didn’t mean what I said this morning,” he admitted. “And I apologize for not admitting I was wrong for my actions. I do care about my practice and games, but I know you’re just as important. I made a commitment as your husband. I’m sorry for not proving that to you enough.”

The corners of your mouth formed a weary smile. You gratefully accepted his apology gift and wrapped your unoccupied arm around his neck as a hug.

He, in return, wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing you to both feel each other.

“I forgive you,” you murmured, kissing his cheek when you saw the chance to be able to reach.

“I’m glad.”

Though he didn’t quite express it in the way he said it, you knew he was serious. He wasn’t one to play around in situations like these.

That’s one of the things that made this relationship easier.

☆☆☆

“Oho! What’s this I see?” your old friend said when you met him at the airport.

Tendou gestured to the size of your stomach, already having a hunch as to what it could be.

“Is there a little Ushijima on the way? Hmm?” he wondered aloud, scrutinizing the situation as if he himself were a detective.

“There is,” your husband answered, catching up to the both of you with the both of your bags either in tow behind him or in his arms. “I thought I had already told you this.”

“You did, you did! But, my, it’s still a surprise! What’s it gonna be?” he cheered, grabbing a few of your bags out of politeness as he guided you both out of the airport.

“A girl,” you chirped, proud of what you and Ushijima had created.

“Ooh, she’ll be a daddy’s girl, then,” Tendou hummed, rubbing the top of his head as you all stood by the sidewalk (he was busy flagging down a driver).

“Most certainly,” you agreed teasingly, sitting beside your husband in the newly arrived car as the chocolatier got in front.

Ushijima said nothing, but rested a gentle hand on your stomach. Ever since you both gotten the news of your pregnancy, he had become extra careful about your health and how you were taken care of. It was endearing, but also a bit annoying at times. This time, though, it was the endearing part.

He had expressed his excitement and worry over becoming a father times and times before. The both of you were truly ecstatic.

“What’ll you name her, then?”

“We haven’t decided,” you admitted. “Any suggestions?”

“I think Satori’s pretty good,” the red-haired man chimed, smiling to himself.

“I don’t think we’ll be naming our daughter after any of her uncles,” Ushijima cut in, meeting his gaze with Tendou’s.

“Ah, yeah. Besides, Eita is a much better name, don’t you think?”

“Y/n! I’ve been betrayed!”

☆☆☆

“Daddy!” Chiharu squealed, squirming out of your arms.

“Ru,” her father said as he exited the train.

Leaning down, he easily scooped up his daughter into his arms, a kind smile on his face.

“You were gone for so long!” Chiharu whined, her olive-brown hair getting in the way of her eyes.

“I know,” Ushijima acknowledged, brushing the hair behind her ears. “But I won’t be going away for awhile. I’m here now,” he reassured her, kissing his forehead before approaching you.

Whenever he was gone, he always made the effort to still connect with you and your daughter.

“Welcome back, my love,” you laughed, giving your husband a kiss (to which he returned) before taking one of his bags.

Chiharu definitely was a daddy’s girl, just as Tendou had suspected. She was the spitting image of her father, with a lot of your traits as well.

She was kind, excelled at academics, and, of course, especially had an interest in volleyball. Even as a little kid, she took it way more seriously than other kids had. It was as if she were a different kid when it had to do with the sport. At just six years old, she had already claimed her goal on becoming a setter.

Ushijima was proud of this. Not just because she wanted to become a strong player like he father, but because of her determination and willpower.

“Have you been behaving while I was away?” your husband asked, shifting his bag to one arm just so he could hold your hand.

“Yes,” the [eye colored] girl said, seriousness evident in her voice. “I did my homework, listened to Mommy, and even did some extra volleyball practice!”

“Good,” he said as you made you way home. “I’m proud of you.”

He squeezed your hand at those words, causing you to turn and look up at him. Smiling to yourself, you could see his eyes were filled with love and content. Everything he had ever wanted in life was with him at this moment. He would have to be stupid to let any of it go or give up on continuing it.

And Ushijima Wakatoshi, player for the Schweiden Adlers, dedicated husband to Ushijima Y/n, and proud father of Ushijima Chiharu, was no stupid man.

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k7l4d4 · 3 years

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 6 Part 3

Hello, and once again, welcome to the exciting world of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

Eda easily slipped through the crowd, one of the benefits of being a skilled pickpocket, scanning the faces around her. Her eyes brightened when she finally spotted the girl she was looking for. “Luz!” She called out, signalling the girl over. As Luz spotted Eda in turn, she grinned, sauntering over.

“Hey Eda! How’d your conversation go?” Luz asked casually, hands tucked in her pockets.

Eda gave a confident smirk, expertly holding in the awkwardness she knew was trying to peek through. “Eh, as well as it was gonna go. Still, I think me and Gwen are gonna be fine.” She replied, giving an easy shrug. Things between her and her mother may still be rough, but they now had a starting point to build something healthy. Together.

Luz gave a wistful smile. “Man, that must be nice.” She said, an almost dreamy look to her face, much to Eda’s confusion. Shaking her head, Luz cleared her thoughts. “Anyway, I got to ask something.”

“Fire away.” Eda prompted.

Luz smirked, laughing lightly. “I overheard some kids talking, do you know what this whole Moonlight Conjuring thing is?” She asked, slightly cocking her head.

“Moonlight Conjuring? Pfft! It’s some baby magic ceremony where kids hold hands and try to use the power of the moon to bring something to life.” Eda said dismissively. She had honestly forgotten that it was around that time of year for it. Ugh. She raised an eyebrow at the look of shock Luz had. “What’s with the look?”

“Are you saying that parents WILLINGLY let their kids attempt a Lunar Ritual!? Annually!?” She demanded, a wild look in her eyes.

Eda reeled back at the intensity. “Whoa, kid! You’re gonna have to explain a little. What’s the big deal, the ritual never works!” She should know, all those times she and… anway, all those times she’d tried to do it as a kid, and it never worked, not even once!

“I can think of a few reasons why if my hunch is right.” Luz dryly stated, though Eda was mostly certain that wasn’t a jab at her. This time at least. Luz grew serious. “Eda, this is big stuff. Lunar Rituals, even minor ones, are insanely powerful, and can cause all kinds of chaos!” She huffed. “Man, this job just got tougher.”

That instantly caught Eda’s attention. “What job?” She asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. If this was a trap…

Luz snorted. “That Blight girl from the Covention is holding a Conjuring for her and some of her friends, and asked me to run Bodyguard duty so that they feel safe.” She shrugged. “I mean, usually I’m the one getting PAST bodyguards, not acting as one, but it seemed like something to do, you know?”

Eda paused, mulling it over. She knew the Blights, the parents that is, and she didn’t trust either of them, not really. Al was deceptively absent-minded, but was brilliant when it came to playing the game and getting the best results for him and his, whereas Dolly was… an experience in patience testing, even by Eda’s lofty standards of weaponized annoyance. Still, if it came from the kid, it probably wasn’t a trap. “Eh, I got no problem with it.” She finally said. “Just keep your eyes peeled around her parents. Al and Dolly aren’t the kind of people you should trust. Like, at all.” She finished, voice growing grave.

Luz lightly bit her lip, softly kicking at the ground. “Yeah, I understand.” She was intimately familiar with adults of those types. Eyes brightening, she added, “But hey, it’s still a party, right? I bet I can sneak out some snacks for you, King and Hooty after I’m done!” She winked, a cheeky grin on her face. Eda laughed at that. Chuckling, the two made their way home, Eda chugging the potion before she forgot about it again. When they got back, they encountered the honestly hilarious sight of King tied up to a pole over a pile of leaves, Hooty reading off a list of charges before a court of stuffed animals. After they finished laughing, and King stopped screaming in embarrassment, the group went inside, gathering supplies.

“I don’t care what you say, I AM GOING WITH YOU TO THE NIGHT MARKET!!” King shouted, stomping his foot. It almost looked bratty, were it not for the fact he was also stuffing supplies into a fanny pack from Eda’s junk piles. For all his attitude, he was serious about going with her.

“Ugh! Fine, fine! Just settle down already!” Eda groaned, relenting to his (annoying) insistence. She looked sideways at Luz’s chuckle. “Oh, like you’d be able to stand up to him when he’s like this, either!” She retorted.

Luz snorted. “Aw heck no! I am well aware when to fold’em, but that’s not gonna stop me from finding this hilarious!” She laughed, her stuff packed and ready for the trip. She calmed down, focusing. “But for real, this should be a good way to relax, you know?” She said, a soft smile on her face, one that Kind and Eda returned. A sharp knocking sounded at the door. “Coming!” Luz called out. As she walked up to the door, she was unsurprised to see Willow and Gus standing before her, wearing a mix of formal and casual clothing. What did surprise her, however, was their expressions. Willow had a look of stoic control, as if she was about to do something she really didn’t want to, but was resigned to it. Gus seemed to be oscillating between barely contained panic, and unfettered excitement.

“Uuuhh… you guys okay?” Luz hesitantly asked. She knew that they didn’t have the best history with Blight, but wasn’t this reaction a little much?

“Who, us!? Yeah! Totally fine! Definitely not panicking over going to the most popular girl in school’s Conjuring after she sent us a message over Penstagram and are totally freaking out over the idea of it being a horrible, awful, evil prank to humiliate and degrade us!! Nope, we are totally fine!” Gus rambled, eyes flicking around the area, visibly sweating. Luz cocked an eyebrow.

“Let’s just get this over with, can we?” Willow stoically stated, already moving to leave, and motioning for them to follow. Gus quickly followed suit. With a shrug, Luz gave one last wave goodbye to Eda and King, and followed them.

“The guard I acquired to supervise the safety of myself and my guests for the conjuring, along with the first of my guests, will be arriving shortly.” Amity informed her parents. Alador was still working on his latest Abomination experiment, almost obsessed with it ever since he had examined Willow’s from the incident as Amity thought of it. Her mother, Odalia, was frantically pacing, sipping at a cup of tea to try and settle her nerves. Amity admittedly derived some level of almost sadistic enjoyment from her mother’s current discomfort. For reasons unknown, Odalia had been in something of a tizzy all day, her normal paranoia kicked up a few notches.

“I don’t like it!” Odalia announced, stopping in front of Amity. “This entire venture is far too risky, with too little benefit! While a boost to public morale and that of the social links you’ve formed would most definitely be beneficial, we have no idea if those Oroboros Cravens would attempt to attack us! We ARE the Boiling Isles premiere source of Home Security equipment, after all!” She turned to Alador. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“I believe so.” Alador added his absent-minded consideration to the conversation. “If I recall correctly, the guests should all be currently in transit, and if Amity’s preparations are accurate, our first two guests and her mysterious guard should be arriving at any moment.” He concluded, never once glancing up from the Abomination before him, his arms buried deep in its inner workings.

“Curses!” Odalia bit out, glancing at the clock in frustration. Ultimately, she sighed. “Ugh, very well, I suppose this nonsensical event can continue.” Amity tacitly held her tongue on the fact that Odalia was the one who regularly encouraged her to hold them at all.

“Thank you, mother.” Amity said diplomatically. The doorbell screamed, signalling someone’s arrival. “I believe that would be my guard and two of the guests. Would you like to accompany me in greeting them?” She asked, internally begging for her mother not to, to make up some bull excuse about it being beneath her, that she had work to do, anything!

“Hmm, very well, I suppose.” Odalia replied, dashing Amity’s hopes. As the two walked toward the door, she once again internally begged, pleaded, for her mother not to make a scene, to just accept Amity’s decisions. Surprisingly, her hopes were answered! ...Though, the reason was in itself rather chilling.

Outside the door stood three figures, Willow, Augustus, and Luz, all ready for the night to begin. Seeing who was at the door, Amity expected a few different reactions from her mother: Shouting, summoning Abominations, derogatory remarks, and a few others. What she got was, in itself, surprising. A wide, intimately familiar smile appeared across Odalia’s face, the look she got when she made a highly advantageous deal. “Welcome, honored guests!” Odalia cried, ushering the bewildered group inside. “It is my pleasure, as Matriarch of the Blight Family, to welcome you to our humble home for my darling daughter’s Moonlight Conjuring!” Humble, right. Amity felt like scoffing at her mother’s hammy antics, but held her tongue, both to maintain her image, and to see why her mother was reacting as anticipated.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to be here, Miss Blight.” Luz cordially stated, a neutral look on her face.

“Oh, call me Odalia dear! You played quite the role in protecting my darling Mittens from harm!” She all but gushed, ruffling Amity’s hair, much to her frustration. She could see the three silently mouthing her nickname. Oh no. Odalia’s eyes sharpened, focusing on Luz’s face. “Judging by your presence here, I believe it’s safe to assume you are the guard my daughter acquired, is it not?”

“Uh, yeah.” Luz nodded, a little baffled at Odalia’s antics at the moment. “Pardon my confusion, but you are taking me being here a lot better than I expected.”

“Hmm? Oh, you mean about your association with those ruffians, don’t you?” Odalia rhetorically stated, chuckling lightly. “My dear, you swore an Unbreakable Vow on a live broadcast, someone would have to be a fool to find you suspect after that, you even pledged to fight against Oroboros while under it for Titan’s sake! No, you being here eliminates most of my worries about how this night will turn out.” She said, a pleased look on her face.

“Oh! Well, thank you, ma’am.” Luz said, a faint blush on her face at the praise. Amity resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. While that was certainly a revelation as to her mother’s motives, in part, it still didn’t answer the biggest question as to why she hasn’t blown her top.

“And who might you be?” Odalia cordially stated, turning to Augustus.

“OH, uh, Augustus Porter, Miss Odalia Blight, Ma’am!! I’m in the same year as your daughter, in the Illusion Track at Hexside!” He quickly stated, standing stock still in nervousness. Amity almost face-palmed at his antics. “Most people call me Gus.” He rapidly added.

“Hmm, Gus Porter, son of Perry Porter, conductor of the interview and one of the Boiling Isles most acclaimed reporters, holding a great deal of public sway due to his accuracy, honesty, and minimal bias in his field.” Odalia rattled off, as if by memory. Amity assumed it was, as her mother did enjoy memorizing details of people with influence, even if only peripherally, like Mr. Porter. “Going by your age, I find it intriguing that you’re in the same year as my daughter. Did you skip a grade?” She mused.

“Uh, two actually.” Gus said, bashfully rubbing his shoulder.

“Well, well, well! Aren’t you the accomplished little intellectual!” She said enthusiastically. “My boy, if you ever desire, I believe I could find you quite a lucrative position at Blight Industries upon your graduation.” She said, pulling out one of her business cards, handing it to the now star-struck boy.

“Oh, wow! Uh, thank you?” He said, both excited and confused at the offer, tucking the card into his pocket.

“Oh, think nothing of it.” Odalia dismissed, turning to Willow, an assessing look in her eyes. “And you?”

“Willow Park, ma’am.” Willow said, her face a careful mask of iron-clad politeness.

“Willow Park, recent transfer to Hexside’s Plant Track, considered their rising star, and possessing a level of power and skill typically found only in adults.” Odalia once again rattled off, a calculating look in her eyes. “Miss Park, I daresay I owe you an apology for my daughter’s conduct.” Amity and Willow both went very still at that, certain theories sliding into place in both their minds.

“While I am unaware as to why, exactly, my daughter felt the need to distract herself with something as gauche as bullying of all things, I am pleased to inform you that she was appropriately reprimanded for her conduct.” Odalia continued, blissfully unaware of the thoughts raging through the minds of the two involved. “If you ever feel the need for further discussion on this topic, or if my daughter slips back into such… unsavory habits, feel free to contact me. But for the moment, I must bid the three of you farewell.” And with that, she turned on her heel, swiftly making her way back to her husband, hoping he was either finished… or hadn’t killed himself.

Amity felt sick. Her mind could only find one simple conclusion as to why, exactly, that had occurred, and by the look of mixed disgust and near-volcanic rage on Willow’s face, she had reached it as well. “She didn’t even remember me.” Willow breathed out, burning heat coloring her voice. “She didn’t even know who I was!”

Unbeknownst to the group, a figure was watching from the shadows outside, a group arrayed protectively around her. “I never expected to see you here, LuLu.” A childish voice giggled, a small pointed object glinting in their hands.

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blkgirlcafe · 4 years

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Home Pt. 6

Viktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)

Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne

Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace

Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.

Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse

Flashback 5

After that encounter they didn't speak for weeks, they caught each other looking at each other, but for the most part they didn't say anything. One night she came in late, just as he was about to leave, he decided to stay and do a few more around. She went from cardio to free weights and finally her sit ups. As she was doing sit ups, a guy approached her, towering over her.

Viktor couldn't hear what he was saying but could see the panic on her face. The guy reached out to touch her hair, and Cyra tried to smack it away. Viktor abandoned the sparring bag, approaching her.

“Dostatnʹo.” Viktor spoke (Enough)

“tse vasha poviya Drago?” the guy laughed. (This your whore Drago?)

“Zalysh yiyi, i ya poshkoduyu tebe.” (Leave her alone and I will spare you.)

Viktor knew his reputation, he had a reputation for being an animal. All he knew was violence and no one wanted to mess with that. He had very little regard for life, his own or others, and people were afraid of that. The guy walked away grumbling, leaving Cyra alone.

“Thanks.” He helped her get up. Cyra dusted her hands on her pants, “Sorry for snapping on your a few weeks ago, I am just, I don't know.'' She gathered her stuff and started to walk out.

“Wait!” he didn't mean to yell, “I will walk you home.”

She smiled at him, “You don't have to.”

“I want to, let me get my stuff.” Viktor scrambled to grab his gym bag, stuffing his sweaty clothes in it. He opened the door for her, taking her bag as she walked past.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. I really am sorry I disappeared for two weeks, I didn't want Ivan to make me.”

“It's so weird to me you call him Ivan and not dad.” she shrugged.

Viktor shrugged in response, it never occurred to him.

“I miss home, I miss my brothers.” She said suddenly. The whole walk home, she talked about her home, about her family. Viktor listened intently, he had only left Europe once and that was to fight Creed.

When they got to her apartment building he didn't want to leave her.

“Wanna come up, we got leftovers?”

He looked both ways, afraid this was a trick, that Ivan would show up out of nowhere. He followed her up the stairs, the building was a tad bit better than where he lived. He couldn't deny the apartment was warmer in feeling this and Ivans. Viktor left his bag by the door and sat on the small couch,

“I will be right back.” She disappeared into one of the bedrooms, coming back a moment later in shorts and a t- shirt. Viktor tried his best not to stare at her but it wasn't working.

“What are you looking at?” she asked him as she pulled food out of the fridge.

“Nothing.” he mumbled. She fixed food, warming it up in the microwave. She walked over to him, pulling him off the couch.

“You don't have to be shy around me.” she said softly.

Viktor's eyes searched her face, before he bent down and kissed her. They both were surprised, she took a step back, her hand still on his. Viktor snatched his hand away, rushing to the door, grabbing his bag and leaving without saying goodbye. He passed Cyra’s roommate on the stairs as he rushed out.

“What the fuck was Drago doing here, are you okay?”

“Yeah. I was going to give him food but he kissed me and then ran away.”

“Word, bro is weird like leave him the fuck alone.”

“Stop he just, he just...trying.”

“Yeah, trying to be weird. Anway, I'll eat his food.”

She grabbed the plate and sat down, Cyra looked out the window, he was already gone.

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The fight was in a week, Viktor was stressed, he was barely eating, couldn't sleep. His trainer and manager were on his ass about the sudden change. Everyone wanted to know where Cyra was, why he had cheated. It pained him to lie, he would ever hurt her, or cheat on her. The sport gossip blogs picked it up, adding to his new persona of him being an boastful fighter. People came out the woodwork to, adding gas to the fire. His social media page had grew overnight, the comments ranged from accepts of his new identify to disbelief.

Viktor has never acted like this, fame has gotten to his head.

Finally Big Nasty, you have earned it, show them how nasty you can get.

The BDE is gold.

Cant belive he cheated on his wife, she fine as hell.

Yo he gone wipe the floor with his oppoent.

When he win there better be 50 bitches waiting for him in the back.

His manager shook his head, looking through the post. They had companies wanting to sponsor them at the last moment, but Viktor said no. there was already enough attention on what was going on. He sipped the protein shake that was pushed in his head at some point. He had to make weight.

Ivan walked into the office, wearing a smile, and Viktor just wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Lets train.” he said to Vikor.

“No.”

Viktor wasnt in the mood to train, wasnt in the mood to be around Ivan. The more days that passed without his wife home the worst he got.

“I wasnt asking you.”

Viktor stood and towered over his father, “You are a guest in my home, you are not my trainer and you are not my manager, act accordingly.”

If looks could kill they both would be dead, his manager came between them, pushing Viktor out the room.

“Why the fuck is he even here, I dont understand Vik, you can talk to me.”

Viktor just shook his head and went to his bedroom. He laid on the bed, pulling her pillow close, her scent very faint on it. Viktor ended up falling asleep, dreaming of his family.

Cyra was just out of his reach, he wanted to pull her close but each time he moved forward she moved back. Just behind her was Kazi, he was holding a toy, reaching out for him.

“Tata I want to come home.”

“Me too baby.” Cyra said.

“Baby I am sorry, I never wanted this to happen.”

They both faded away, Viktor looked around, trying to find her and Kazi. They had to be here, he could sense them, he could smell them.

Viktor woke with a start, drenched in sweat. He sat up, looking for his phone, hoping he didnt miss a call. There were no new notifications at all. He went to the bathroom, then down to the kitchen to find food, normally Cyra and Kazi would be down here, the kitchen and attached family room were their domain, Kazi toys were stored in the corner, Cyra bookcase took up a full wall.

The patio door was open and small snatches of conversation floated in, it was Ivan talking to someone.

“Chy dobre vony?” (Are they well?)

Viktor took a step back, moving light on his feet.

“Tak, vin lamayetʹsya, vin zaznaye nevdachi.” (Yes he is breaking, he will fail.)

Viktor heart was beating fast, was Ivan behind this, would he do this? But Viktor already knew the answer to that.

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They let her and Kazi out once a day, they would spend hours outside. Sometimes one of the guys would play soccer with Kazi, sometimes it was just them. She never thought of screaming or trying to run away, not wanting to risk Kazi. They would simply kill her, they would make sure he suffered.

Every few days she was able to speak to Viktor, she was allowed to call Trey, he stayed suspicious of everything. He wanted to see her, facetime her, touch her, anything. She kept the calls short, knowing her brother had the technology to find her.

Kazi had stopped asking when Tata was coming to get them. She was told his fight was less than a week out, which means they would be fine if everything went according to plan. Viktor kept up his public appearance of being a badass, all the interviews he did he was prideful and boastful, which was unlike him.

She just wanted to go home, get back to normal, whatever that would be after this. Kazi ran over to her, falling into her lap giggling. She was happy to see the smile on his face, he only smiled when he was out here. In the room he sat there, quiet, holding his toy.

He stood up in front of her, putting his hands on her cheeks, giving her forehead a kiss. In that moment she broke down crying, because it was the same thing Viktor did to her.

“Its okay mama.”

“I know baby. Mama sorry.”

He didnt move, peppering her face in kisses until she started to giggle, she feel back, and they laid on the grass looking at the sky.

She wondered what Vik was doing, if she knew her husband he was worrying. He didnt say much but boy could he worry. The backdoor opened and that was there cue to head back inside. She gave Kazi a kiss, picking him up.

Flashback # 6

Cyra avoided the gym for a few days but finally went back on Friday night. But there was no one there and that was rare. She approached the front desk, the girl behind her not even bothering to greet her.

“Where is everyone, this place is a ghost town?”

“Drago has a fight tonight, thought you would know that.” she rolled her eyes.

Cyra was use to the attitude of most of the local people, she get it, she didnt belong.

“Where?”

“No place for you.”

“I asked where, not your opinion.” Cyra gave the attitude back.

The girl rolled her eyes again, popping her gum, before writing it down.

“Starts at 9 Nehr.”

Cyra snatched the paper, knowing the slur that she was just called.

She rushed home and convinced her roommate to go with her, they had a hour. Cyra changed into jeans and a tee, finding her bomber jacket to wear. They took a cab to the location. They got weird looks the whole time, or she got weird looks. They found a seat third row behind the opponent side. The fighters made there way to the ring and Viktor looked like nothing she remember. His normally shy and bashful expression was replaced with a look of hate and violence.

The energy of the room was more than she could take, she wasnt use to this. People cheering for others to tear each other apart, people cheering for blood. The fight started, the first 3 rounds passing with hardly any damage. The 4th round his opponent got in a good hit, sending blood flying across the mat. Cyra stood, hands clenched in front of her.

Her eyes met Vik and he was hit again, she realized that she was distracting him and sat back down. Viktor pushed off the ropes, standing up and getting back in stance. By the 7th round she could tell he was tired, his punches lacked the force from the earlier rounds.

“End this and now!” Ivan shouted.

Viktor straightened his back, delivering nasty punch after punch, even when his opponent leaned against him, Vik just pushed him off delivering a devastating uppercut that had his opponent on the ground. The ref counted and the bell rang, the fight over. Ivan bound into the ring, holding up his son arms in victory, you would have thought he made the final punch.

The two exited the ring, Cyra pushed her way to the barrier that separated the crowd from the walkway.

“Vik!” he turned to look at her, right eye already staring to close. He walked over, helping her and her roommate over the barrier so they could follow him. Ivan was to busy trying to find the sponsor for his payout to notice.

Viktor led them to a small dressing room, her roommate waiting outside while she followed him in.

“You okay?” she asked stupidly.

“I will be fine, what are you doing here?”

“Came to watch you fight, duh, also wondering why you ran after you kissed me.”

His head dropped,”I am sorry…”

Cyra didnt let him finish, standing on her tippy toes and kissing him back. His shoulder sagged almost in relief.

Cyra bought her hands up to his cheeks, kissing him harder, wanting him to know it was okay, she wanted this too, whatever this was.

“shcho tse?” (What is this?)

They both looked over, Ivan standing in the door, Anna standing behind Ivan.

“I just came to congratulate him…”

“I am not talking to you girl. Lets go Viktor.”

“Dayte nam khvylynku, budʹ laska” Viktor spoke. (Give us a moment, please)

“No, lets go.” Ivan looked at her with disgust in his eyes. Viktor mumbled an apology before following Ivan out the door.

“Damm what the hell was that?” Anna asked.

“Nothing I guess.”

That night all Viktor could think of was her. Usually when he won a fight, he floated high off of that for a few days, but even that didnt matter, she did. He snuck out knowing that Ivan was passed out drunk.

He ended up at her apartment, knocking softly, Sarah answering the door.

“Ugh you again, its like 3am, little late for a bootycall. Wait here.”

When Cyra saw him, she stopped. Viktor thought she looked gorgeous, in just a tshirt, curly hair everywhere.

“Vik what are you doing here?”

“I came to apologize for Ivan, he doesn't have a reason to be mean to you.”

“You dont have to apologize for other people Vik.”

“I like you, I’ve never done this before, I dont know what to do.”

She smiled up at him, “You like me?”

“Yes a lot, you make me happy.”

She bounced over to him, hugging him around his middle, he winced from the pain, his ribs still sore.

“Sorry, you make me happy to Vik. Come.”

She pulled him into her bedroom, the light was flicked off but he could still see the touches of her. The makeup on the vanity, clothes slung over the back of a chair, a picture on her bedside.

“I swear to god yall better not fuck, these walls are thin as fuck, I can hear giantgtor breathing.”

“Don’t mind her, can you stay?”

Viktor shook his head quickly, not caring that he would have to face the consequences tomorrow. He pushed his sweats down, leaving him in boxers and tshirts and got into bed, she snuggled up to him, trying her best not to touch his bruises.

“Its fine, I am use to pain.”

“You shouldn't be Vik.” She kissed the underside of his chin, settling into a comfortable silence.

Viktor got no sleep that night, he stayed up all night watching her sleep, she never left his side. Her scent stayed with him even as Ivan chewed him out the next morning and made him change gyms.

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24 hours before a match

It was time for the weight in and conference, Viktor always hated these. They obsessively tracked his weight the days leading up, to heavy or light and there was no fight, he had to stay in his weight class. He dropped a lot of weight since all this started, how could he eat without know if his wife and child were.

After he head the phone call between Ivan and who he assumed was Andriy, he knew that they would be okay, it was all a plan to get him to fold. Viktor would bet his life that both Ivan and Andriy had big money bet on this fight and they needed him to fold so they could get paid.

All the extra shit was just so he would be embarrass. He thought of he quote that Ivan had always told him when he was growing up, “A fool tells you what he will do, a boaster will tell you what they have done, The wise man does it and says nothing.” He never saw the need to be prideful. It just wasnt his way.

“You ready?” his manager ask him.

“Yes.” usually Cyra was here with him, behind the scene, being his cheerleader. He didnt need the huge entourage, the flashy clothes of jewelry, just her. Kazi would be with one of her brothers, watching from home.He wasnt allowed to watch the fights, but the weight ins no problem. All Viktor had on were boxing shorts, he followed his manager to the stage. Dozens of specters watched, cameras out, mics pointed toward the stage.

The announcer did the usual bout, introducing them. They weighed in, their weight checked before they took their respective seats, this was the part he hated, the interview.

Drago where is your wife, does she plan to support you even thought you cheated?

She will not be in attendance.

Why the sudden change, you did a complete 180 on us.

People change.

Needless to say fans are loving the new attitude, they think you earned the right to be boastful.

They are right, I haven't lost a fight in 5 years, I dont have anything else to prove.

For the most part he kept his answers short, keeping up the facade like he was supposed to.

Finally they were done and Viktor along with his manager and trainer went back to his room, that same room he would prep in tomorrow for the fight. Win or lose he was going home with 2 million dollars. If he won he was looking at 10 million, tack on what he would make from sponsorship it would be a nice purse.

“Viktor you look dead, I dont believe anything you said on that stage. Man what is going on?”

“Nothing.” he got dress and quickly.

With Ivan not here he asked to use his trainer phone, he went into the bathroom.

“Who dis?” Trey answered the phone.

“I dont have much time, I know who has Cyra and I think my dad is on it. Come by the house tonight.”

“Aigh bruh, Imma be there, but my sis and Kazi better be okay or I will make good on my promise.”

He hung up, deleting the call log. When he came out the restroom still no sign of Ivan, he gave his trainer back his phone and left, wanting to go home.

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Both her and Kazi watched the weight in, Kazi was quiet as he watched his tata on stage talking. Cyra hated seeing him like this, he looked awful, not his normal self. His eyes were dark, the same darkness she saw when she met him in the Ukraine.

He weighted in as normal, did the interview and rushed off of stage. She just wanted to reach out and comfort him. The day before a match she was always by his side, they needed each other in that way. They kept each other grounded.

After watching the weight in, she and Kazi had dinner. But Cyra wasnt hungry at all. They were given a bathroom run, allowed to take a shower, and her kazi sharing the shower to save time. Once back in their room they laid together while Kazi told her a story, like most children he had the most active imagination ever.

She wanted to tell him that tomorrow they would go home, that everything would be okay. But she didnt, know sure she could handle the disappointment if something went wrong.

#Viktor Drago #viktor drago x cyra #viktor drago x black woman #viktor drago x OFC #Cyra #smutty writer #smuttywriter #black writers

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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little bit of me, little bit of you

Part IV | Part I | Part II | Part III

He’s not proud of it, but after spending a week holed up in his apartment, curtains drawn and JARVIS on emergency-only mode, Bucky can’t deny that he’s hiding anymore. He’s been ordering food from the various restaurants in the tower to be delivered to his door, working out on the treadmill in his living room, watching a definitely unhealthy amount of daytime television, and feeling like shit through all of it.

It’s been days since he’s seen or talked to Tony and the boys, and he misses them. He’d been aware that he was spending a lot of time with them, but hadn’t realised just how much until the first day he’d found himself standing in his kitchen, done with everything he’d planned for the day, and it hadn’t even been lunchtime.

And it’s all his own damn fault, too. Tony kissing him had blindsided him, but he’d gone with it, and it had been amazing. Right up until Bucky’d remembered that he’d been lying to Tony for months, and a wave of guilt so intense he’d actually felt sick had nearly knocked him off his feet. He’d torn himself away, seen the blissed out look on Tony’s face starting to turn into one of hurt, and hadn’t even thought about it before literally running away, leaving Tony standing there on the sidewalk, lost and confused.

Like a total idiot, Bucky’d spent weeks and weeks keeping this huge, life changing secret from Tony, scared that he’d lose his friend, his newfound family, if the truth ever came out, only to end up not only losing them anyway, but also denying himself the chance to actually be with Tony.

(More after the break!)

Or ever be a parent to Gabriel. Because even if Bucky admits the truth now, there’s no way in hell Tony will just conveniently forget and forgive everything Bucky has and hasn’t done since meeting them.

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic, jeez,” Steve says, when Bucky tells him as much.

Bucky lifts his face from where he’s got it buried in a couch cushion to glare at him. It’s not like he’d asked Steve to come over—he had, in fact, tried very hard to avoid his dumb best friend, and his dumb, understanding face—but if Steve insists on being here, the least he can do is indulge Buck, and let him feel sorry for himself in peace.

“Shuddup,” Bucky grumbles, “you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Yes,” Steve agrees, kicking at Bucky’s legs. “Because you won’t tell me what this super bad, terrible, absolutely unforgivable thing you’ve done actually is.”

Before Bucky can say anything, he holds up his hands, sighing heavily. “You won’t tell me because you don’t want to go behind Tony’s back, I know. And I respect that. But I don’t know how to help you if I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Didn’t ask for your help,” Bucky mumbles, muffled as he re-buries his face in the cushion. “You just showed up ‘ere.”

“Oh, excuse me,” Steve quips back, all sarcasm. “Next time my brother doesn’t answer my texts and calls for a week, I’ll just move on, and look for a new one instead of going to check what’s wrong.”

Because he’s a stubborn asshole, Bucky stays quiet. Steve sighs, again, and gets up, walking out of the room. But he comes back a few minutes later, setting a mug of, from the smell of it, Bucky’s favourite tea down on the coffee table near Bucky’s head.

The couch dips a moment later, and Steve’s hand lands on Bucky’s back, rubbing up and down slowly. “Listen, Buck. I might not know what exactly is going on, or what’s happened between you and Tony, but I know you’re hurting. Both of you. And Tony can be brash and even mean if he’s angry, but he’s one of the kindest, sweetest, most forgiving people I know. And I really think you owe it to the both of you to at least try and talk to him.”

Steve’s right, of course he is, and Bucky knows it. “Yeah,” he says, “I know. ‘S not easy, though.”

Steve gives his shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. “Never said it was, bud.”

“Ugh,” Bucky groans, and sits up enough to grab his mug, and shoot Steve a look full of feigned annoyance. “Stop makin’ sense. It’s freakin’ me out.”

“Fuck you,” Steve says happily, smiling wildly.

Bucky stays on the couch even after Steve leaves, half dozing, and half trying to come up with a plan that won’t result in Tony never wanting anything to do with him ever again. He’s startled out of his thoughts by a knock on his front door. A quick glance at his phone confirms that it’s still a little early for his dinner to arrive, but he heaves himself up anway. He can go get it, and put it in the oven to stay warm, at least.

The last person he expects to see when he opens the door is Tony, but that’s exactly who he finds. “Uhm.”

Contrary to what Bucky had expected—dreaded, really—all week, Tony doesn’t look angry. Instead, he holds up a bag of takeout, and huffs out a little laugh at the undoubtedly shocked expression on Bucky’s face. “Want to let me in, big guy?”

Bucky steps aside wordlessly, gesturing for Tony to go sit on the couch while he goes to fetch plates and forks from the kitchen. And also take a moment to breathe, and tell himself that freaking out is not what he should be doing right now. Tony seeking him out has to be a good sign.

Probably.

Right?

His little pep talk proves to have been entirely useless when Bucky comes back into the living room, and nearly drops everything he’s carrying when he spots what looks like a copy of a very familiar report sitting on the coffee table next to the fried rice.

“Tony, I—”

“Sit down,” Tony interrupts, firm but not unkind.

Bucky does as he’s told, sitting down as far away on the couch from Tony as possible. He keeps his eyes down, on his own, white-knuckled fingers, unable to look at Tony. His face is burning, he can feel it, and he feels nauseated, not entirely sure he isn’t actually going to throw up if he opens his mouth.

But he doesn’t have to, anyway, because it’s Tony who starts talking while he’s dishing out the food. “Let me start by saying that it wasn’t Tasha’s fault, okay?” Bucky’s confused for a second until Tony continues, “She did what she was supposed to by putting the reports into the database.”

Shit. Bucky hadn’t thought of that; Tony’d started collecting everything they were able to find about HYDRA right after Project Insight, trying to get to the bottom of it, find out the full extent of the corruption and damage. A lot of it had already been public, thanks to Nat uploading it to expose HYDRA in the first place, but they still find new info during missions, from time to time. And dutifully log all of it.

Quietly, Bucky asks, “How’d you figure out that I know?”

“Apart from you literally running away after I kissed you?” There’s amusement in Tony’s voice, and when Bucky finally dares to look up, his eyes are crinkled, one corner of his mouth turned up. “Not to toot my own horn, here, but I can usually tell if people are attracted to me or not. And I was pretty confident that you were, so.”

“I was,” Bucky confirms, swallowing hard. Ducking his head, he adds, “I am.”

Tony nods, and picks up one of the plates. After swallowing a bit of chicken, he says, “So, I figured there had to be another reason. I was going to give you some space, some time—well, a little bit of time. The kids aren’t that patient yet.”

Bucky winces, because yeah. That’s one way to make him feel even more terrible.

Seemingly able to tell, Tony puts his plate back down, and scoots closer to Bucky, putting a hand on his thigh. “I didn’t mean—look. Was it a shitty thing to do, running away like that? Sure. But Bucky, I get it. I don’t particularly like it, and if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll let you deal with getting Theo to bed for a week, but I get it. All right? I do.”

Tentatively, Bucky covers Tony’s hand with his own. “‘M sorry.”

Tony links their fingers together, squeezing gently. “I know. Trust me, I know,” he says, chuckling softly. He cups Bucky’s cheek with his free hand, making Bucky meet his eyes. “Do you have any idea how you look at me? How you look at my kids? All of them, but Gabriel especially? I’ve always been able to tell there is something there, that you care about us—”

“I love you,” Bucky blurts, then winces. But, in for a penny, in for a pound. “I love you. You, the boys. All of you. An’ not just because of Gabriel, you have to believe me.”

“I do,” Tony reassures him softly, resting his forehead against Bucky’s.

Bucky closes his eyes, embarrassed by how close to tears he suddenly is. “I don’t remember. I’ve read that fuckin’ mission report so many times, but I still can’t remember. How do I—what do I—he’s mine, an’ I can’t even remember that night.”

He lets Tony pull him in close, wrapping his arms tightly around Tony’s waist. He buries his face in Tony’s neck, breathing hard, while Tony strokes his hair, lips pressed against the side of Bucky’s face. “Hey, ssh. It doesn’t matter, it’s okay. You’re here now, you’re here with us. We’ll figure it out, okay? We’ll figure it out.”

“I shoulda told you,” Bucky chokes out, clinging harder. “After I found out, I shoulda told you.”

“You should have,” Tony agrees. He pulls back, but only enough so he can see Bucky’s face again. “And I wish you would have, but let’s be real; I wouldn’t have known how to do it, either, if it’d been the other way around. Hell, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d found out you’re Gabriel’s father, and hadn’t immediately realised that you already knew. It’s kind of a big thing to have to tell someone.”

Gabriel’s father. Bucky’s Gabriel’s father. It’s not like he hadn’t known, before, but it’s something entirely different to hear Tony say it. Going by the way Tony’s mouth curves up into this tiny, teasing smile, he knows exactly what Bucky’s thinking, and, well.

Bucky really has no choice but to kiss him.

Tony lets out this breath of a laugh against Bucky’s lips, but kisses back eagerly, pressing in close. They keep it chaste, by mutual, unspoken agreement, but it hits Bucky hard nonetheless; there’s no more hiding, no more nagging guilt, because Tony knows, and Tony is happy about it. Tony’s happy that Bucky’s Gabriel’s father, and Tony wants Bucky back.

It’s a heady feeling.

The kiss ends much too soon for Bucky’s liking, with Tony moving back this time around. Bucky makes a noise of complaint, chasing after Tony’s mouth, which makes Tony laugh, and quickly peck his lips again before gently pushing him away.

“Sorry, it’s just,” he says, huffing a little, and turns to look at the front door, which, Bucky notices, is standing slightly ajar. “You’re supposed to be with Steve and Sam.”

The door bangs open fully as Max bounds into the apartment, looking extremely proud of himself. “We snuck away!” he exclaims, and then, gaze zeroing in on the food, asks, “Are there spring rolls?”

“Spring rolls!” Theo chirps excitedly, from his position in Gabriel’s arms. “Food, food, food!”

Gabriel rolls his eyes—and Christ, does he look exactly like Bucky knows he does when he does that—and unceremoniously dumps Theo on the carpet next to the coffee table before plopping down in the seat next to Bucky.

Max and Theo happily dig into the food, but Gabriel is looking between Tony and Bucky, brows furrowed. “Did you make up?”

Tony looks up from where he’s trying to keep Theo’s fingers out of the noodle carton, face going all soft and fond. “Yes, sweetheart, we did.”

Gabriel relaxes visibly, but keeps looking at Bucky for confirmation. Bucky has to clear his throat before he can say, “We’re fine, I promise.”

“Finally,” Gabriel mutters, but he looks pleased, and only complains the normal teenage amount when Bucky pulls him into a hug, and messes up his hair.

Bucky has no idea when or how he and Tony are going to tell him and the little ones about the changes in their relationship, or about Bucky being his biological father, and about how Gabriel came to be. But he knows, whatever happens, however they decide to handle it, he won’t have to do it alone, because Tony will be right there by his side.

And that’s enough for now.

- Potrix | AO3

A/N: No more cliffhangers, and just the epilogue left! Prepare for fluff. So much fluff.

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #kid fic #mpreg #past mpreg #misunderstandings #tiny adorable versions of tony #finally they talk #happy ending #prompts #potrix

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solastia · 7 years

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Beneath The Surface | 4

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 6,316

Genre & Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut. Lake sex, unprotected sex, sex in public.

Notes: Happy comeback day!

Please don’t actually have sexy time in lakes. Bacteria gets all up in you, and you can get infections. If you must do it (because I admit it’s hot), make sure you take care of your hygiene thoroughly afterward.

Everything about you was messy. The eye makeup smudged just below your left eye. The flyaways in your hair pinned so poorly up. The giant hole on the right knee of your sweats that you couldn’t stop picking at, making it even bigger.

Your heart.

You felt like an idiot. Here you were, still pining after Hoseok despite not hearing from him for a month. He gave you the best sex of your life, made you think that he wanted something more, then vanished. Sadly, not literally. His face was everywhere. Interviews, music videos, music shows. Hell, you'd seen his cardboard cutout at work when one of the girls thought it would be fun to put BTS stand-ups in the practice room.

The first few days after your date was a mess. You'd tried to text and call him, but it always sent you straight to voicemail. You gave up on day three when you saw him with his group during an interview, and he looked as sunny as ever. Smiling and joking, being his usual aegyo king self. You'd seen that he had a sunflower pinned to his outfit and wondered if it was for you. As the weeks flew by without a word, even though you kept seeing a sunflower pinned to whatever outfit he was wearing, you stopped wondering. If only you could stop hurting.

You threw yourself into your work, hoping that ten straight hours of dance practice would leave you exhausted enough to do nothing but sleep the moment you got home. Between the extended practices and you snapping at them anytime they mentioned BTS, the girls were getting frustrated, and you could tell. If you weren’t snapping at them, you were glaring at the cardboard standee of Hoseok they insisted on keeping in there. Even in cardboard form, he looked good. Stupid Hobi and his stupidly handsome face.

You were just sitting here once again putting yourself through hell watching a live video of Hoseok and Yoongi. They were having a meal together and talking about their latest concert. Every sound of enjoyment out of Hoseok's mouth was torturous and brought back memories of other times when he moaned that loud. He was dressed casually but still had a sunflower pinned to the flowy white shirt. You assumed it was now just his thing, like Jin and his hearts. You watched as he leaned over his food to grab something, the flower hanging dangerously close to a bowl of soup.

"Yah, Hobi, your flower is about to fall in your food. If that splashes on me, I'll kill you." Yoongi growled. Hoseok slaps his hand over the flower and leans back into his seat, fixing the flower so it’s pinned tighter.

“It’s OK, I’d still eat it. Sunflowers are tasty, “ He smirked into the camera.

“You mean sunflower seeds,” Yoongi told him.

Hoseok hummed noncommittally, going back to his meal.

“What’s with the sunflower thing anyways? Army keeps asking, and I’m kind of curious myself.” Yoongi asked, nodding at the flower.

"Sunflowers make me happy, and it breaks my heart to not have them with me all the time.” Hoseok rumbled with a serious face, staring right into the camera.

Surely he wasn’t talking...about you? Was this just your wishful thinking or was he really trying to tell you something? Because that sounded an awful lot like he made a sex joke and then tried to send you a message. He called you Sunflower before. Has this sudden appearance of sunflowers in every damn picture of his really been a sign this whole time? Should you let yourself hope?

The video ends with Yoongi waving and Hoseok kissing the screen with an enthusiastic “I love you!” You set your phone down and stare at it, thinking. Maybe he had a reason for not contacting you besides your initial assessment of him being a fuckboy idol. Perhaps he wasn’t allowed to, or they took his phone. Maybe they found out about you, and he got in trouble.

Perhaps...you could trust Hoseok? The mere thought of putting your full trust in anyone again, much less a member of the male species, was enough to make you feel squeamish. But at the same time, with Hoseok, it felt right.

Either that, or you’d just taken your first step to becoming a crazy stalker chick.

“Sunflowers are tasty. Quit talking about my privates in a live video, you perv.” You chuckle and shake your head as you walk to your room to change into something that doesn’t look like you stole it from the trash. It was time to stop moping. Maybe he hadn’t forgotten you after all.

“That isn’t water in that water bottle, Hoseok. I can smell it from here. Are you fucking serious right now?” Namjoon glared down at Hoseok as he relaxed on a couch in the practice room. Hoseok scoffed, taking another drink.

“Look, I know you’re upset right now, but drinking before a live show is ridiculous. What if you mess up? You’ll get us all in more shit than we are already. I thought you hated alcohol, and yet here you are, fucking plastered going on a month straight.”

“I don’t like alcohol, the taste is vile. The being buzzed part is nice though. Anway, even drunk I still dance better than you, so fuck right off, thanks.”

“You need to get over this and fast. I am starting to lose my fucking patience. It’s not like you’re the only one suffering. Because of you, they took all of our phones and put us all on lockdown.”

Hoseok sighed and hung his head down, remorse and sadness practically flowing from his pores. “I know, man. I’m...I’m sorry. I just...miss her,” He whispered, his voice trembling as he held back tears. Another reason he avoided alcohol is it tended to make him weepy.

Namjoon sighed and plopped into the chair next to him. “I understand. I just hate watching you do this to yourself. I’ve never seen you hung up on a chick before. You really like her, huh?”

Hoseok nodded, sniffing a little and stuffed the bottle under his seat.

“Yes. She’s incredible. She’s so beautiful, smart, funny, and treated me like I’m just me. Just Jung Hoseok. I can’t get her out of my head. I’m just so scared, bro. I’ve just up and disappeared for a month without being able to say anything to her. How is she going to take that? What if she’s moved on already?”

Oh God, what if she had? What if there was some other asshole pounding into her right now? He wanted to pummel the faceless bastard already. And even worse, what if she hadn’t? What if she had sat around waiting for him, crying her eyes out when he never showed? Did she hate his guts now? Did she watch his shows, his lives? Did she see how he kept a sunflower pinned to his heart for her? Did she catch the little messages he tried to send her?

“She knew who you were and that you’re an idol, right?” Namjoon asked as he rubbed Hoseok’s back.

“Yeah, we talked a little bit about it.”

“Then if she’s as smart as you say, she’ll probably understand that not everything is in our control. She’s probably seen how busy we are lately, with all the shows and interviews. Have a little hope, huh?” Namjoon chuckles and squeezes Hoseok’s shoulders as he stands up, earning a snicker from Hoseok.

“Bro, again...I’m sorry. You guys don’t deserve to put up with my shit.” Hoseok sighed as he stood up and followed Namjoon to the backstage area of their next show.

“We’re in this together, man. I know it’s fucking hard, but you have all of us here to support you. Now, let’s head out there. I’m sure she’s watching, so put on a good show for her, yeah?” Namjoon slapped Hoseok’s back, and they joined the rest of the group as the curtain raised for their next performance.

“This one’s for you, Sunflower,” Hoseok whispered to himself, patting the sunflower on his jacket before pasting a bright smile on his face for the camera.

“Jisoo, wider movements, please. You’re too stiff.” You tell the girl for what has to be the sixth time today. She was probably due for another break soon.

You’d had the girls practicing for about four hours so far today, but you’d been giving them more breaks than they’d had in a while. You’d realized how unfair you’d been to have taken out your frustrations on the girls. It wasn’t their fault, and it was unprofessional of you to let your private drama impact your professional life. As a sort of apology, you’d cut practice times entirely in half, and you were going to let them out in an hour, especially since it was Sunday.

Or sooner, judging by the frantic waving of Lee PD on the other side of the practice room door.

“Alright everyone, good practice. We’ll cut it short for today. Remember to keep up your stretches, stay hydrated, take a nice warm bath. I’ll see you all back here tomorrow.” The girls whooped in glee, quickly gathering their belongings and leaving.

You wiped your sweat with a towel as you strolled over to the little woman that looked more like a kindergarten teacher than a producer at a music label. You chuckled inwardly at how adorable she looked excitedly hopping, bursting to tell you whatever news she had.

“Lee PD, to what do I owe the honor of you gracing my smelly studio with your presence?” You smile sweetly down at her.

“OH, you are not going to believe this. So, you know how we’ve been in talks with that sports gear company? They wanted Hypnotic to model their outdoor wear collection this year. It turns out, however, that we are not the only ones. They are going to have our girls team up with another group and do a huge camping shoot with a dance. So you’d have to team up with the other group's choreographer and work together to make something original.” She was excitedly clapping her hands, obviously pleased at how big the project was turning out to be.

“Who is the other group?”

“OH, this is the best part! Teaming up with them, our girls are going to look great! Not to mention that you’d have so much fun doing their choreo since they are known for being good dancers. It’s BTS.” Lee PD squealed, her glasses slipping down her nose as she hopped around.

BTS...as in Hobi’s BTS.

You stare at the excited little woman in shock. You’d have to work with Hoseok, the man you’d hadn’t seen in over a month but couldn’t stop thinking of. Would he be happy to see you? Or would he be horrified and think he was getting stalked by someone that he’d tried to hit and quit?

You shook yourself from your thoughts and managed to fake an enthusiastic smile. You were happy for your girls at least. This was a huge deal.

“This is exciting! The girls are going to go nuts when they hear! When does this start?” You ask, thinking your voice sounded too squeaky to sound genuinely excited. Lee PD didn’t seem to notice as her smile widened even more.

“TOMORROW! We head over to meet them bright and early. You have to meet their choreographer and go over the plans from the company so you can start work on your end. Then, at the end of the week, we are going to be spending the weekend up in the mountains. They are going to be doing the commercial and photo shoots there. They told us to plan on being there the entire weekend.”

“Yikes, one week to come up with choreography for twelve people? This should be fun.” You huff and Lee PD pats your arm in comfort.

“I know, but we believe in you. Plus, I hear that those boys and their choreographers are used to working like dogs, so this should be nothing new for them. Just meet up with me and the girls at 7:00 am sharp tomorrow, and we’ll head over from here.”

“Will do, boss. See you tomorrow.”

You saunter out of the room and walk to your car in a daze. Tomorrow. You’d see Hoseok tomorrow. Although you were still a little anxious, you couldn’t help the small spark of excitement at the thought of seeing him again. At least now you had a chance of learning what happened. If he ended up being happy to see you and wanted to get together again, great. If not, you’d finally be able to close that chapter of your life and move on. You can’t help the shiver that courses through your body at the thought of seeing him again, no matter what.

You stared at the door in front of you, your entire body shaking. You couldn’t remember ever being this damn nervous in your life. You could hear the music they were blasting through the door, the occasional voice of someone. They were all in there. The girls were chatting away, obviously excited. Lee PD was talking to Bang PD at the front of the group. You observe Bang PD’s hand on the doorknob, watching as it turned in almost slow motion. The door cracked open and the sounds amplified by a thousand. You were tuned into every squeak of a sneaker, every chuckle, every hum.

You maneuvered yourself so that you were at the very back of the group. Able to see but not be seen. You heard him first. The PD’s were introducing Hypnotic to everyone, and you heard Hoseok’s polite greeting of “Nice to meet you.” Such simple, innocent words and yet the impact his gravely voice had on your body was no joke. You tried to repress the shiver that went straight to your core, forcing an impassive expression on your face.

“And this is Hypnotic’s main choreographer. She’s truly incredible, and you’ll find her a joy to work with.” Lee PD gushed as she forced you to the front of the group.

You heard the quiet gasp before you saw him, your eyes raising to meet his. He looked amazing. He was drenched in sweat, the black supreme shirt clinging to his chest. He ran a hand through his equally sweat-drenched hair (were you developing a sweat kink or something?), and you watched as his expression changed from shock to pure, unadulterated joy.

He smiled blindingly down at you as you blushed and snuck a small smile his way before glancing at everyone else. You decided it was probably safer for him if you didn’t let the rest of the people in the room catch on to the fact that you already knew each other. He seemed happy to see you, though. You weren’t sure how to process this yet, but you felt a little flame of hope come to life.

You bowed and shook hands with all of the boys and the choreographer. You had to fight to hold the moan that wanted to escape when Hoseok sneakily laced his fingers with yours as you pulled your hand away from shaking his. You had it bad if just touching his damn fingers was enough to get you excited.

The PD’s left to go do paperwork that had to be turned into the sportswear company, leaving you and the girls to get acquainted with everyone. They all needed to come up with a game plan and get to know everyone’s dance styles to come up with something quick. The first order of business was picking a song, so everyone sat down wherever they were comfortable in the studio and started writing out lists of suggestions to be voted on. You picked a spot in the back corner, next to a window, hoping the slight breeze would help cool you down. You had written down about three suggestions when you felt the heat on your back, followed by warm puffs of air against your neck. You could smell hints of vanilla and citrus mingled with sweat, smells that remind you of Hoseok in your bed.

“Are you cold?” a quiet voice rasped in your ear. You shook your head no and heard his soft chuckle.

“Then why are you shaking, Sunflower?” He asked, as he stealthily ran a finger up and down your spine.

You hadn’t even realized that you had been shaking, but as soon as he pointed it out, you could feel the trembles. You were so on edge with him being this close to you and not being able to do anything about it. You felt his breath on your ear and couldn’t hold back the tiny whimper.

“I think you missed me as much as I missed you,” he whispered in your ear. You didn’t trust yourself to keep your voice down, so you just nodded. You didn’t miss the barely audible Thank God from Hoseok.

You clear your throat and turn around so you’re facing him. You let your mask drop for a second and trying to convey everything you feel in one broad smile, before going back into business mode.

“Did you have any song suggestions, Mr, Jung?” You ask briskly. He raises an eyebrow at you, then props his chin in his hands.

“Usher’s Nice and Slow.”

“Mr. Jung, I don’t think that’s the feeling that they’re looking for.” You drone sarcastically.

“You’re right. How about...Silk’s Freak Me.”

“Hoseok...”

“Trey Songz Neighbors know my name?”

“HOBI!” You whisper furiously and look around worried that someone might have heard you.

“There’s my girl. Hi, baby.” He looks at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen in your life, and you just melt.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.” He cooed, scooting closer.

“Hobi, I’m trying not to make things obvious, and you’re not helping.” you groan, trying not to make any noises despite the fact that his sneaky fingers were making their way under your crossed legs to stroke under your thighs.

“I know. I just missed you so fucking much. You know it wasn’t my choice not to see you again, right? They took our phones and put us on lockdown.”

So it was as you’d suspected. You’d hoped this was the case, but to have it confirmed made you feel so much better. Honestly, you were a little upset for him. To be a grown ass man and get treated like a misbehaving teenager was a little ridiculous.

“I kinda thought that might be the case. Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

Hoseok exhaled loudly. “Good. So...does that mean that you’ve uh...that you’re still...” Hoseok’s face was turning an adorable shade of light red, and you smiled.

“Yes, Hobi, I’m still single. No, I haven’t fucked anyone else. I’ve been working.”

“Cool.” He nodded, looking around the room like he was unconcerned. He was so adorable.

“Did you uh...like my sunflower?” He asked you, blush spreading to his neck.

“I did. I was hoping that was for me, but I wasn’t sure. It was...probably the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” You whisper, trying to stop your own blush. God, Hoseok made you feel like this was some first love high school thing.

Hoseok smiled brightly at you and tried to discreetly lace your fingers together with his free hand.

“It was for you. I wanted you to know that I didn’t forget you. And that I still wanted you. Fuck, I always want you.” He growled quietly, making you shiver and you could feel yourself becoming wet just from his voice alone.

“Hey, you guys come up with any good songs?” Seongdeuk, the BTS choreographer, asks from behind you. You nudge Hoseok’s fingers away and smile up at the man, handing him your paper.

“Outside, by Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding? That’s actually a decent commercial type song. We’ll see what the other’s think and then pass it onto the boss to take care of licensing stuff. Good pick! You two work well together.” He mumbles as walks away.

“You hear that, baby? We work well together.” Hoseok snickers, putting his fingers back under your leg. You nudge him away again, laughing when he pouts.

“You are going to get us caught, stop.”

“Bro, are you hogging the choreographer already?” A soft voice asked from behind you. You swallowed your squeak of alarm and quickly moved your leg out of Hoseok’s reach, smiling up at Jimin.

He plops down next to Hoseok and softly smiles back, somehow seemingly oblivious to Hoseok’s glare.

“Hello again. I’m Jimin, in case you forgot. You’ll be working with Hoseok and me the most. Me, because I practice a lot, and Hoseok because he’s our dance God.” You chuckled along with Jimin at that, narrowing your eyes in silent warning at the still pouting Hoseok to play along.

“That’s good to hear. Since we only have a week to get this down, I’m predicting 10 hour long practices at the very least. Something that my girls are used to.”

“That won’t be a problem for us either. We do what we have to do.” Jimin responded sweetly. You nod and smile at them both.

“I’m going to head back up to the front. Get ready to work your asses off, guys.”

You stand up and glance over at Hoseok, not able to say anything you want to with Jimin right there. You settle for a wink and stroll away.

“Damn, she has a great ass.” The words whispered behind you sounded somehow more perverse when they were being said by such a soft, innocent sounding voice.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Hoseok warned.

You sighed and stood next to Seongdeuk. This was going to be a long week.

It was finally Friday. Today, all of you were being jammed into vans and driven into the mountains for the commercial shoot. It had been an incredibly long week and you were exhausted. Everyone had practiced for a minimum of 11-12 hours a day, some of them electing to practice more on their own.

You were proud that your girls had been able to keep up with BTS’s notoriously high-energy dancing. Despite the fact that a few of them had developed crushes, this week had gone relatively smoothly. BTS were amazingly hard workers. You’d been incredibly impressed by all of them.

As for Hoseok, being in the same proximity to each other without being able to do more than sneak a touch here or there was taking a toll on both of you. The number of times you’d had to tear your eyes off of his reflection while he was dancing was ridiculous. He would drip with sweat, thrusting his hips vigorously, his stare burning whenever you locked eyes. He’d find reasons to grab your hips, or come behind you and help you stretch, whispering things in your ear the entire time. Unfortunately, the staff followed them everywhere, not giving them a single moment to themselves. The tension driving you crazy, and judging by Hoseok’s increasingly dark glances, he wasn’t fairing much better.

You peered out of the van window, lost in your thoughts. You hadn’t really had time to think about what would happen after this weekend was over. You supposed things would just go back to the way they were. You’d go back to working your regular hours, go home, and obsessively watch videos of a man that you may or may not see again.

The mere thought alone was enough to break your heart.

As the campsite crawled into view, you vowed to not think about the future right now. Just get through this first. Enjoy the tiny tidbits of contact you get with Hoseok and store it away for when you’re going to need it.

“Alright everyone, that’s a wrap for the day! See you bright and early!” The director bellowed, the groups not even bothering to hide their moans of relief. Dancing in a studio was one thing. Dancing in bulky outdoor wear when it was still hot as hell outside was another. The staff gave everyone leave to go and do what they wanted with the remaining bit of daylight. They probably assumed everyone was too tired to get up to too much trouble. And it seemed they were right as most elected to shower and go to their tents.

You had been eyeballing the lake all day, so you decided to get into your swimsuit and go for a little evening swim. You figured that with most already getting to bed, you’d have a bit of alone time.

You leisurely floated on your back in the water near the dock. You hummed a little nameless melody and stared at the stars. It was so peaceful.

You were utterly unprepared when you felt hands wrap themselves around you and drag you closer to the dock.

“What the fuck?!” You complained, getting ready to hit whoever the fuck was grabbing at you.

“Shhh, baby, it’s me.”

“Hobi, what are you doing?” You hiss at him. He’s smiling at you fondly, barely swimming as he’d pulled you under the dock and his feet could touch the bottom.

“You looked so pretty and lonely out there, so I thought I’d join you.” He murmurs as he pulls you closer to him, picking up your legs and wrapping them around his waist.

“I’ll just bet you did. Hobi, if you get caught, you’d be in deep shit. You’re already on lockdown.” You whisper, trying not to moan as you feel his bulge hit your core.

“At this point, I don’t even fucking care. If I don’t touch you soon, I’m going to go insane.” He growled, bucking against you. You whimper and bury your head in his shoulder.

“This is such a bad idea, Hoseok.”

"I’m just going to pull your swimsuit to the side, no one would see a thing.“ He whispers in your ear, fingers already stroking the outside of your suit. You nod silently.

“God, yes. Finally.” Hoseok’s fingers slip inside your swimsuit bottom, lightly stroking through your folds. He buries his face in your neck, biting softly and kissing his way up to your face.

Your lips meet, and the kiss is so soft and sweet. Just a gentle exploration of each other as your bodies get reacquainted. His tongue lightly tracing your lips and caressing your own. You remember something that’d he’d liked last time, so you sucked on his bottom lip gently, releasing it with a little pop. He groans and bucks his hips into you, and you smile to yourself. You forgot how much you love teasing his sounds out of him. It was really too bad you had to be so quiet.

Hoseok touched his forehead to yours, moaning into your mouth as he slid his cock into you. You started rocking against him, your mouths fused together to help prevent any loud noises escaping. You were both so focused on each other, you almost missed the creak of the dock as someone made their way across it.

“It’s beautiful out here. We really should do more shoots here, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I agree! I think the shots we took today are going to be great.”

You and Hoseok looked each other in horror, completely halting your movements. How the hell were you going to get out of this? Hopefully, they wouldn’t stay long, and you could escape without anyone catching the two of you together.

God, you’d been so close. Your pussy clenched at the mere thought of how amazing you’d been feeling. You hear a hiss from Hoseok and a plan forms as you see how fucked out he still looks. You clench down on him again, watching his face. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth, looking at you in silent warning. You merely grin and clench again. He leans in and bites your ear, whispering softly.

“If you keep that shit up, I’m going to cum.”

You clench again as hard as you can. With a strangled groan against your neck, Hoseok shallowly pumps his hips into you, filling you with his cum.

You sigh and let your legs drop from his waist, though he keeps you close to him, burying his face in your hair. You both wait for the people to leave, listening to their boring conversation as Hoseok occasionally plants soft kisses on the side of your face.

After what seemed to be forever, they finally left, and the both of you let out a sigh of relief. You shoot him an irritated I told you so look that he just responds to with a satisfied grin. You look around to see if anyone else is within eye range before getting out of the water, Hoseok not far behind. When you reached the campsite, you noticed that everyone was already in their tents. You go to yours, prepared to wave goodbye to Hoseok and go to bed, only to feel him come up right behind you. He follows you inside and zips the door before crawling on top of you, gently lowering you onto your blankets.

“Now where were we?” He growls playfully, pulling your suit down and latching onto your nipple.

“Hobi, don’t tease me right now. Just fuck me!” You whisper harshly, tugging his head up towards you. He leans down and kisses you roughly, biting your bottom lip as he slides back into you. You’re still filled with his cum and your own wetness, the lewd squelching sounds as he pounds into you filling the tent.

“God, I love this. I missed you so much. Fuck. You feel so good.” he moans above you, leaning down to lick and bite at your neck. There was no way you weren’t going to have marks to cover up in the morning.

“I can feel you tightening up on me, baby. Do you want to come?” Hosek reaches his hands up, planting them on both sides of your head. He leans his face in closer, kissing you softly for a moment. His hips kept up their rhythm, pounding into you with a hard and steady pace. You nod, and he smiles at you.

“Come. I want to watch you fall apart.” He growls into your mouth. Like your body knows it belongs to him, you feel your orgasm take over. You arch your back and throw your head back in a silent scream as Hoseok fucks you harder and faster trying to reach his own peak.

“Look at me.” He orders breathlessly, and you force yourself to concentrate enough to keep your eyes open. You can’t look away as you watch Hoseok come undone above you. He keeps his eyes trained on you, staring at you with a mixture of awe and lust as he fills you up again.

He groans as he pulls out and flops down next to you, grabbing your arm to pull you in and wrap you around his chest. You both catch your breath as he hums and strokes your arm. You sneak a peek and notice his cock has still not gone down. You’d nearly forgotten about his rabbit-like stamina. Hoseok chuckles when he notices where your eyes went, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You were in for a long night.

The rest of the weekend went much the same. Working from dawn until dusk on the commercial and various photo shoots. The nights were spent finding places to be alone as you made up for lost time. He’d usually spend the night in your tent until around 5 am, waking you up with a kiss as he got up to head to his own tent. The two of you were so caught up in each other, you didn’t notice the girl with the increasingly suspicious gaze.

You observe the team putting all of their gear away in the vans, the view somehow symbolic of your relationship with Hoseok. It was time to put it away and go back to the real world. The world where he didn’t belong to you. As if your thoughts conjured him, Hoseok appeared in front of you, silently gesturing with his head to follow him. You look around to make sure no one was watching, then caught up to him. He led you behind the wooden building holding the restrooms, backing you up until you hit the wall. He buried his hands in your hair and kissed you. You could practically taste the despair as he roughly nipped at your lips.

“How much more time do you have on your lockdown?” You moan, embarrassed to sound so needy, but God, you couldn’t help it.

“Just for another month, just another thirty days. It’ll pass by quicker this time since we know that we’re waiting for each other.” He answers between pecks.

He stops and looks down at you, a severe look suddenly crossing his face. He swallows hard a few times, worrying you. What did he have to say that was so bad?

“I love you.” He blurts out.

Your eyes widen in shock. You? Jung Hoseok loves you?

“What do you mean you love me?” You ask, wincing as soon as you say it. What a dumb thing to say.

“I mean that I love you.” His eyes search your face. You can feel the blush that takes over your face, and you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze.

“I...I love you too.” You mumble. You were probably dumb to let him know the feelings that you hadn’t even admitted to yourself yet, but now it was out there.

Hoseok grinned cockily, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

“What was that, Sunflower? I didn’t quite catch it.”

You sigh and kiss the palm that was near your mouth.

“I love you too, Jung Hoseok. I’ll see you in a month.”

You push away from the wall and go back to your van. As you slide into your seat and strap yourself in, you sneak a peek over at the BTS van. They were still loading their things in, apparently too busy to have even noticed Hoseok’s absence. He finally strolls up to the van, grabbing his bag and heads to the open doors. Before he gets in, he looks over towards you, the broad smile on his face silently conveying how much your confession meant to him. He snuck a little wave, and one of his ridiculous kissy faces before hopping into the van and slamming the door. You watch as they leave first, feeling as though he’d taken a piece of you with him.

God help you. You were in love with Jung Hoseok.

The ride back home sapped you of any remaining energy. You were bone tired as you trudged up the stairs to your apartment. You silently praised yourself for your forethought of booking Momo at the pet hotel for an extra day, because all you wanted to do now was take a real shower and go into a nice coma.

After a thoroughly long and hot shower, you got in your most comfortable pajamas and slid into bed. You scrolled through your phone, just wanting to check that there was nothing important you’d missed while you were away. You were just about to put the phone down when a random headline reading “BTS DATING SCANDAL” caught your eye. Dating scandal? How can that happen when they weren’t even in the city?

You load the story and just scan it. You honestly didn’t think it would be anything since the boys were always complaining about their lack of freedom. It wasn’t until your eyes caught the name Jung Hoseok that you felt a flicker of fear.

You followed the link his name led to, your hand trembling. After reading the words, you throw your phone at the wall with a satisfying crack, before burying your face in the pillow. How stupid were you? You were a fucking idiot.

“Jung Hoseok of BTS dating scandal. Bighit confirms a relationship with Hypnotic’s leader, Lee Jisoo.”

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I had not been sleeping well the past few weeks. By well I mean, early and I’ve been waking up at weird times. I don’t know why. But I don’t really feel like sleeping. Says the one who’s always tired at class. I also had been thinking. Too much if you ask me. There’s just so much to process every single day. There’s so much happening. Maybe it’s cause it’s a new school cycle, or I still had vacation hangover, or maybe it’s because of my fucking phone (useless, I should really tell that to my parents, ggwp), or the fact the I have like only 15 units and what’s happening is that there’s nothing much to do, well, in the morning. Sucks though. I was pretty excited to go to school, meehh. But yeah, I’ve been thinking, when you’re a graduating student who didn’t have plans to begin with, it haunts you every single day. It’s always asked in majors, in chats, in talks with peers, at home. Sucks. It’s so difficult to meet expectations when at the first place, you don’t even know what to expect. It really sucks. I’ve been thinking where I’d work, what I’ll be doing, when I’ll start, yeah I have answers but everything seems to not satisfy the expectations that people have for me. I don’t know. It’s heavy. It’s getting heavier each day. But yeah, I’m still thinking. I’m thinking way too much. WAY WAY TOO MUCH Cause they’re so much that I can’t do for these people. I’m just.... me.. What can I do? (cue in: feeling of being not enough and being scared that I am failing and disappointing people) *darkness*

I’m liking the night breeze though. It’s not as cold as the province but I like it. There’s really something about the night that settle me down, even for just a little bit. Even with cars passing by, it’s as if the world’s stopping just so I can breathe with it, with the breeze. It’s also a plus that I can see the stars. It’s beautiful to think that in this crowded and polluted city, the stars were kind enough to show themselves every night. I wish it’s always January. The month brings the breeze and the stars. December could be enough but January is when it’s coldest and when the stars and brightest (I think. hahaha)

I guess I’ll also be back to theater. It’s been a while. I didn’t know I’d be back here since I told myself last year that it would be my last cause I’d be graduating. But I guess going back to what I love will help me clear things in my mind. I think I’d have to sacrifice graduating with honors though. Honestly, I’m totally fine with not getting it, but if I can get it, good, if I don’t then okay, at least I’ll be proud to say that I’m doing what I love. It’s not also sure that I’d get that even though I don’t do theater. So back to theater. HAHA. The play’s cool I tell you. I sense how dark it will get.... AND I LOVE DARK PLAYS... Although it haunts me in sleep. I tried auditioning, it’s actually very funny cause I auditioned in front of my good theater friends. Very interesting I tell you. HAHAHA. I don’t know dude. Really hope I can get in. So I can end my college year with a bang. Theater had always been there for me. It’s always a surreal experience both on or offstage. Compare it to when you first tied your shoelaces. You remember how difficult it was to tie it, very frustrating. You can see the actual thing, the actual process, but it really doesn’t make sense. But after one effort, it just ties itself and you’re one happy kid. I would have doubts on why I do theater, on why I still do that despite all the commitments I have to my studies, to the dorm, to my friends, but as cliche as it sounds, IT IS REALLY WORTH IT. Every production I join is like me learning how to tie my shoe again. From the frustrations, to new found friendships, to late night adventures, to cramming the subjects. I TELL YOU. IT. IS. WORTH. IT.

I’m also back to praying my daily ten minute prayers in front of the Blessed Sacrament. I am having difficulties though. My mind tends to wander and think of so much things. It’s difficult, but I do hope my prayers reach Him. There’s so much to thank for. Recently, I was told that everything that I’ll be doing will be my last as a student. That hit me. It hit me so much because I know so many people that has helped me be who I am today. There’s just so much to thank for and it’s very frustrating to be not focused in my prayers. I need help. I’mma go spiritual direction again. And be as honest as possible.

Now, it’s early in the morning. I’m getting hungry. That’s why I should sleep early, but I can’t so I get hungry. During these times, I’m always torn between just sleeping it off and go down the stairs to actually get something to eat. I’ll settle for water though, for now, maybe I’ll get one viand later. Depends. It’s always good to be asked how you are randomly. It’s so lame but I like it, makes the person feel important or loved. Who wouldn’t want that? So right now, I’m hungry.

I’m also starting to listen to songs I liked before. The Script and Ed are at the top of the list. I’d be always be moved by Ed Sheeran’s Give Me Love which was captured somewhere (search it in youtube NOW. Search keyword: Give Me Love Captured. So if you see something like captured at the live room. THAT’S IT) The dorm restricted some youtube videos to be viewed so that’s very frustrating. I CAN’T PROPERLY SEARCH FOR SONGS!!!! Also, if you’re done with Give Me Love, listen to Ed’s No.5 Collaborations Project Ep. As a graduating student, I don’t know why I can relate to the songs so much. BUT IT’S LIT AF (fire emoji, fire emoji, fire emoji) I SWEAR. I’ve been liking the Script’s If You Ever Come Back also. Well I have liked that ever since, and it really has so much meaning to me, but even know, it still hits right in the feels, in my heart, in my mind. I also gained appreciation of how the instruments and voices harmonizes to make something beautiful. My favorite part is at 1:08 and 2:18 before the chorus. The instruments and the voices combined into one beautiful... errr.. part. HAHAHAHA. LISTEN!! So yeah music. ALSO MAYDAY PARADE OMG. The band name says it all. before I forget, I’m also in the middle of a 30-day music something challenge. I like that. It’s always me sharing something about me every day. SO it’s really beautiful. I wish more people would do that. Ghaad. I’m hungry. But I want to write more. HAHAHA. Anyway, I’ll be going home later. In like 8.5 hours. But I’m not yet sleeping so I don’t know what’ll happen. But it’s okay. Sleep is life. As if I’m sleeping well. OOOOHHH. I changed my profile picture in FB. It happened on one of the best days of my life. I was with family and we went on partying till late at night. How I wish all of my days were like that. Fun and all. But it was a tiring day. We were standing and walking for too long. HAHAHA. But it’s with family so it’s all good. and good music with water sprayers so that’s better. There’s this one band who played, SUD, and i was the only one in our group who was singing. Cool experience. Cool.

For the first time in my life, I witnessed a public confession of love. So I had this friend Paul who loved a girl named Nicole. We were on ROC’s general assembly to talk about the future projects. Well we were at Telengtan Hall and everything was like going as planned, as what should happen in a general assemble. So yeah. Paul opens the door and pokes his head in. We asked him to join us. But to our surprise HE HAD FLOWERS!!!!!! So yeah I thought it’s only just a surprise for Nicole. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. He went inside the circle that we formed and started saying stuff. LIKE THE CHEESY STUFF LIKE LOVE , EVER SINCE YOU STUFF STUFF. AND I LOVE YOU STUFF. OMG OMG OMG!!! THEN HE SAID LIKE TO AVOID THE AWKWARD QUESTIONS IF THEY’RE BF/GF...... HE ASKED HER TO BE HER BOYFRIEND!!!! OMG OMG OMG. SHE TOOK THE FLOWERS AND SAID YES. THAT WAS SO COOL AND PAUL WAS SO COURAGEOUS. I SALUTE YOU PAUL. Anway, I had so much feels. hahaha.

By now, I think you’ve realized how much of a mess I am, how much of a contradiction I am, how I don’t make sense. Most of the times, I really do not make sense. Do know that I’m trying. I am always trying to be sensible.

But guess what? Even without trying, she makes sense to me. I met this girl. No. Let’s not dwell there. I know this girl. Stubborn, sensitive, cute and beautiful (she’ll never believe me though), smart (again she’ll never believe me), caring, fragile, loving, emotional, grouchy, clingy, snappy, quite lax, sleepy, soft. But most of all, she’s who she is. I love her for that. I love her for all of that.

I made a mistake of trying to change who she was. I guess I hurt her way too much. But I’m lucky enough that she stayed. Maybe that’s the reason why I always think too much. I think too much because I don’t want her to get tired of me, to not love me. Because I love everything that she is. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m liking the night breeze. I’m liking it because I want to be with her during the moments when it’s too cold for me to handle or when the stars are showing off their beauty for the rest of the world to see in awe. Maybe that’s the reason I’ll go back to theater. I’ll go back to theater because it was in theater when we met, when we knew each other, when I learned how beautiful she is. So I’ll go back to theater to enjoy wMith her one last time this college. Maybe that’s the reason why I’ve been praying my daily ten minute prayers in front of the Blessed Sacrament. I’ve been praying lately because she’s one of the reasons why I am really thankful to the Lord. Believe me, I can’t thank the Lord enough for giving me the opportunity to love her. Maybe that’s why I’m still up early in the morning and hungry. I’m still up early in the morning and hungry because I can’t wait to talk to her again tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after, and the day after, and so on. Maybe that the reason why I’m also starting to listen to songs I liked before. Because before, everything didn’t really make sense. It was a childish me trying to force everything. But now, it’s really something else. Something worth the pains and the troubles of the past. Maybe that’s why I’m hungry and i want to write more because I can never write enough to give the best for you. That’s why I’ll just try me best all the time, although honestly, I fail. But there’s always space to write, right? Maybe that’s why I witnessed a public confession for the first time in my life because I needed to be reminded how much I love you. And how much I should cherish it. And how much of a blessing you are to me. But we’ll get there. We’ll get there. If it’s you, it’ll make sense. I love you. I don’t know dude. But it makes sense, right?

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