#< that perfectly explains what just happened here thanks bestie

[daily-sifloop]

Siffrin gets too bored wandering around the House and calls Loop just to flirt with them

Day 37: maybe think it through first?

[kniesyswrld]

Coparenting -Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: You and Andrei had an unplanned baby 2 years ago, even though he didn’t know you, he was perfectly okay helping you out and it formed a coparenting situation, but what happens when y’all realize you genuinely may have fallen for one another

Warning(s): Not much

“Come on, Xave.” I said to my son, Xavier Svechnikov, who is 2 years old.

He was conceived with the NHL player, Andrei Svechnikov, one drunken night at a bar & I’m so glad I kept the baby even thought multiple people in my family advised me not to.

“We got to go take you to daddies house!” I say as I zip up the diaper bag, “Mommy.” He whine’s.

I pick him up and we go to the car.

•••

“Hey!” Andrei smiled, as he opens the door. He grabs Xavier from my arms and then pulls me into a side hug.

“Hi.” I said and then place the bag down on his kitchen island, “Jordan and the guys are having a cookout to kick off the summer for us, would you like to come?” He asked.

I shook my head, “I wasn’t invited & I am not in proper clothes.”

“Jordan told me to ask you! We can go to your house real quick and get you clothes.” Andrei says.

I nod, “Okay then.”

•••

After some time, we finally arrive to Jordan’s house.

I held Xavier and we walk through the gate to get to the backyard.

“Hey!” Jordan says and comes up to us, he high-fived Andrei then fist bumped Xavier and side hugged me.

“Hey.” I smiled and I put Xavier down, he just held on to my leg.. He starts off every social gathering shy then he eventually warms up.

Andrei looks at me, “Are you thirsty?”

I nodded my head, “Yes and I believe he is too.” I laughed and Andrei grabs Xavier from my leg.

We walk inside Jordan’s and I filled Xavier’s cup up with some type of juice and I grab a water.

“If you are hungry, we just got finished with these hotdogs. You can help yourself, they’ll be in the kitchen.” Jordan explained to us.

“We are okay right now, thanks!” I smiled and sat down on a lawn chair with Xavier still attached.

I look down at him, “Will you go play?” I asked him and he looks around, “Lilah, go get Xavier and play with him!” Heather, Jordan’s wife, tells her daughter.

Lilah grabs Xavier’s hand, “Come on.” She giggles and they run off to play, Andrei then sat in the chair next to me.

“Are you and Andrei together?” Heather asked me, sipping her drink, “No, we are coparenting. It’s easier than I thought it’d be, that’s for sure.” I told her.

She nods, “It’s so nice to finally meet you! I hear about you through Andrei when we ask about Xavier.”

I grin, “It’s so nice to finally meet you too! I hope everything he says is all good.” I joke.

“Very good.” Heather says, winking at Andrei, he just let out a nervous laugh. “Oh goodness.” I laughed.

She pulls her phone out, “Give me your phone number!” She says and I put my number in there and she saved me as, “Bestie”.

I grin at the name, “We will now be besties forever.” She shrugged, sipping her drink again.

“Fine by me!” I smiled and we continued to have small talk.

•••

Xavier passed out in the living room with the other kids a little while ago, so us adults were sitting by the fire just enjoying the warmth.

“We are going to go to bed, if you need to sleep here, feel free to.” Jordan says, grabbing Heathers hand and they go inside.

“Are you still cold?” Andrei asked me, I shrugged, “Just a bit.”

He took his hoodie off and hands it to me, “You can just keep this.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” I said and he nods, “I hope you know that you’re an amazing mom, like Xavier adores you so much. You’re all he talks about.” Andrei smiles.

I smiled, “When he’s with me, he talks a lot about you too. It’s adorable.” I giggled and lean my head back on the chair.

“You don’t have to say yes, but do you think if I help find a babysitter, we could go out together?” Andrei asked me.

I smiled with a faint blush to my cheeks, “I would love that!” I told him.

“Y/N, I’ve been really into you since the night I met you and I just haven’t been able to get you out my mind lately. I just get so nervous because I don’t wanna ruin things for our son, you know.” Andrei told me.

“I just thought you wanted to coparent and have your freedom, since there are lots of girls who want you.” I laughed and he shook his head.

“I’m not worried about them, I want a family and I want you & Xavier as a package. I want us to all be happy as a family.” Andrei tells me.

I smiled, “I want that too. I’m so happy you feel the same way!” I told him.

He grabs the arm of my chair and pulls it closely to his, one of his hands cup my face and the other goes to the back of my neck.

I realized we were about to kiss, so I wrap my arms around his neck and he slowly pulls his lips to mine.

Our lips move in sync and I let out a slight moan as he bit my lower lip. “Y/N, I want to be with you. Let me do this right for the sake of a family with you.” Andrei says.

“Of course, Andrei. Now don’t stop kissing me.” I giggle and pull him back to my mouth.

“Daddy, get off my mommy!” We heard a tiny voice yell from the patio. He ran to us and jumped on my lap, “Daddy loves kissing mommy though.” Andrei says.

Xavier pouts, “Me!” He says and gave my cheek a kiss. “My mommy.” Xavier clung to my side and just gave Andrei a nasty look.

“She’s your mommy, but MY woman.” Andrei grinned at me. “Okay, daddy. I want to go home.” Xavier says, making Andrei & I laugh.

I stood up with Xavier, “Let’s leave.” I said and we all decided to go back to Andrei’s house for the night.

I think We will all be okay and happy.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

“Are you blind? I love you!” (“I Love You” Prompts List) + “kiss/touch me, everywhere” (Praise/Soft/ETC Smut Prompts) with Tony Stark please? 😃

Secretly in love

PAIRING || Tony Stark x Bounty Hunter!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 950 words

SUMMARY || You and Tony have been madly in love with one another for years, but to the outside world, it looks like you're harboring a deep-rooted hatred for one another. Feelings are revealed when it almost goes wrong during a mission, and the sexual tension between you two is finally resolved.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Enemies to lovers. Idiots in love. Mutual pining. Misunderstanding. Use of Y/N.

SMUT || Oral (F receiving). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!).

A/N || This drabble is part of Nicoline's Summer of Drabbles. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for giving me this amazing idea as well as proofreading! I am forever grateful for you, bestie! 🤍

EVENTS @anyfandomaubingo || Bounty Hunter!Reader @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || 'My Old Man's Got a Problem' @kinky-things-happen || Cunnilingus

@marvel-smash-bingo || Enemies To Lovers @mcukinkbingo || Trope: There's only one bed @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort || Human shield

Photo: @ccbsrmsf1 || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

As soon as you got Steve's phone call about a meeting at Avengers Tower, you were on your way, knowing they would need your help once again. A few years ago, you were hired by SHIELD to do your job as a bounty hunter for them when they needed you, and today's one of the rare occasions they have asked for your help.

By now, you knew the drill. Get changed into your tactical gear before heading up to the meeting room, as they will brief you right before going on the mission. Just as you're about to head into one of the gym's changing rooms, you spot the man you're always looking forward to seeing: Tony Stark. However, you'd never tell him that because, to the outside world, you both have a deep-rooted hatred for one another.

He doesn't say anything as he goes to change, though he wishes he could. He has to hold up this facade of not liking you, but he would love to do nothing more than fuck you right then and there as he tells you how badly in love he is with you.

The moment you walk into the briefing room, you're greeted by the happy faces of Steve and Natasha and the seemingly emotionless face of Tony. He's less than impressed with your presence, but you're used to it by now.

"What's got your panties in a bunch, Stark?" Natasha asks, making him glare at her when you can't help but chuckle at her question.

"My old man's got a problem with me being here, Nat. You should know that by now," you say, making her laugh aloud, and Tony rolls his eyes at your joke. Once you've taken your place next to Natasha, Steve explains the mission you've been called in for.

"Y/N, you're here to take Nat's place during the mission. While she's an amazing spy and fighter, we need someone with your abilities, so you'll be going on the hunt with Tony. This will be a perfect bonding moment between you two, and I hope you two will finally learn to behave during the mission. There's no one to save your asses when it goes wrong, so you two must work together to finish this mission successfully."

Once the briefing is over, Tony and you go to the Quinjet, accompanied by Steve, who gives you the last instructions before it's officially time to leave. During the trip, neither of you says much aside from a few short comments, and when you're there, the only messages shared relate to the matter at hand.

Only when Tony throws himself in front of you as a human shield is he getting a reaction out of you, and not one of hate. As soon as the mission is successful, you get to the hotel room and immediately turn to him to give him a piece of your mind.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Stark? I could handle it perfectly-" is all you can say before he cuts you off.

"Are you blind?" he asks with a pointed tone. "I love you!"

"You... love me?" you ask him, your entire demeanor softening as soon as the words leave your lips. After holding up this facade of being enemies, letting the mask slip momentarily feels good.

"I do, Y/N. However, when I first met you a few years ago, I thought you didn't like me, so I put up this front. I guess it was easier to hate you than to show anyone - and more specifically, you - how I'm feeling," he says as he walks closer. With every step he sets closer, your heartbeat steadily rises.

Rather than returning his words, you close the gap between you two as you grab his hair, your lips molding together with his perfectly. The moment your lips are pressed on his, a new world opens for you two, and you're not sure how you ever could've lived without him.

"I love you too, Tony. I want you to kiss and touch me. Everywhere."

With those words, Tony pushes you back onto the bed you were in front of. You land with a smile, enthusiasm, and a need for Tony seeping into every fiber of your being. With skilled fingers, he undresses you completely, leaving not a single inch of your skin covered, before stepping out of his clothes, too.

"I can't believe I finally get to have a taste of you. I've dreamt of this moment so many times, and now I won't let you leave this bed until it's time to go home," he grumbles as he gets onto the bed, your legs spreading as you're waiting for his arrival. As soon as he's comfortable between your thighs, he dives in with an enthusiasm that has you arching your back and pulling his hair, your hips grinding against his face, seeking the friction he's willing to give you.

"Close, I'm fucking-" is all you can say as he latches onto your clit, pushing you over the edge with a scream of his name. He doesn't waste any time as he climbs over you, his cock immediately lining up as he carefully works his thick length into you.

"That's it, you're taking me so well, Gorgeous. It's a good thing there's only one bed here because there's no fucking way you're sleeping anywhere else from now on," he tells you, and you nod as he pounds into you, only prolonging your high with every thrust.

When you two return from the mission, Steve and Nat look at each other approvingly, knowing their plan worked perfectly, and you two are happier than ever.

[m0nsterqzzz]

is it possible for a Carol Danvers x reader where Reader is a new caretaker of the baby flerkens/kittens and sometimes asks Carol tips since she looks after Goose while this is happening Kamala ships it and asks Kate to help her ship set sail and the two of them tries to be like spies like the Black Widow siblings but fails and in the end Carol has the guts to asks reader out but Kamala and Kate has to do training about stealth as punishment?

this is so cuteeee ahhh

love the flerkens with all my heart so i'm so excited to write this <3

it'll actually be the first carol oneshot i've posted!! (despite writing hundreds and hating all of them lol) so thank you for requesting bestie <3333

sorry it took so long but here you go :)

pairing: Carol Danvers x gn reader

summary: taking care of baby flerkens is scary. That's for sure. But would such a positive outcome of getting a date with a pretty superhero be enough to make you stay?

a/n: love the ask, hate my writing. just like always.

carol is wifey tho so we chill.

You wouldn’t exactly say your job is superhero important, but taking care of thirty kittens who can open up their mouths and swallow you whole at any second has its own set of risks.

It started with you going to visit the vet place you used to work at as a doctor before leaving to pursue other interests. You’re still close friends with the rest of the vet’s there, so you go and visit when you have time. While you were there, your friend Maggie had been telling you about some girl that came in with thirty cats, which surprisingly, has been seen before. That wasn't why this lady was remembered in the office so well. It was because the kittens kept eating workers, just to spit them back up perfectly fine- well maybe a little bit covered in saliva- about an hour later.

When Maggie described the woman, an older blonde woman that had manners, was accompanied by two young girls that wouldn't stop getting on her nerves, and had fists that glowed when one of the girls accidentally ate a dog treat that was shaped like a cupcake. The woman's name was Carol Danvers- a superhero you and millions of other people were familiar with- and her friends, Kamala Khan and Kate Bishop.

Fun day for the office, and you could only say you wish you’d been there to see it. The smirk on your friend's face was one you see quite often, one she only has when she’s planning something.

So that day, you left the vet building with a piece of paper in hand, one that had a messily scribbled out phone number. Carol’s number. She’s looking for someone to take care of the flerken kittens while she's at work, and she was so happy to hear back from someone that she hired you without even asking to see your credentials.

That's how you find yourself here, chasing around one of the kittens with a treat in hand. Kamala, the sweetest angel, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she’s in the wrong place. I.E, one of the kittens' stomachs. As Carol explained it, whatever goes in their mouths aren't technically in their stomachs, just in a pocket of time and space that starts in their stomachs. At least, that's what you thought she said. You were too busy watching the way her arm muscles flexed in the tank top she was wearing while she was hammering a nail to connect parts of the giant bed she’s building for the kittens.

Suddenly, as you get into the kitchen with the cat still several feet in front of you, somebody chuckles and leans down to catch the meowing animal before it can escape again. It’s Carol, dressed in her usual attire of slightly baggy jeans, an old band t-shirt and converse. 

She holds the cat up but it’s armpits, facing him away from her and in the opposite direction of you before she says, “give her back.” That’s all it takes, and then the kitten opens it’s mouth and spits out Kamala.

You’re barely paying attention to the girl gasping for air on the floor though, instead you’re watching Carol's cute smile as she nuzzles the cat and then sets him back on the ground. “How’ you do that?” You start, trying to get your breathing back to normal. “I’ve been trying to catch him for like an hour.”

“Yeah, that was a really long time!” Kamala chimes in, but neither you nor Carol are listening.

“I learned from Goose that if you show disappointment in your voice, they’ll let ‘em go. Weird, but effective.” The blonde says before she goes back to cooking. “I’m making lunch. You want some, honey?

You find yourself turning crimson at the nickname, about to say no thank you before suddenly Carol is speaking again, panic in her voice. “I mean do you want honey! In the tea! That I haven’t made yet. Not you honey! This honey!” She holds up a honey container shaped like a bear to prove her point.

Kamala smirks, awkwardly winking at Carol and mouthing the word, “Smooth!” before the superhero finally just shoves her out of the room.

You sigh, nodding your head before grabbing the baby flerken and making your way out of the room. It’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way and you shouldn’t be surprised. Why would a superhero like her fall for…you?

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Carol Danvers is madly in love with you.

You don’t know that, of course. But she is.

It’s why she’s here, panicking in the kitchen after accidentally calling you a nickname. Someone snickers behind her, and without missing a beat, she throws a rag towards Kamala’s head. “Shut up. That sucked! What is wrong with me? The blonde pleads, and Kamala’s eyes soften even though her tone is still teasing as she says in a sing-songy voice, “You like them.”

“No shit sherlock. Of course I like them. Have you seen their smile? And the little laugh they do whenever one of the flerkens eat something? Or-”

She’s cut off by Kate barling into the kitchen, Goose in her arms and training suit on. “What’s going on?”

“Carol’s telling us about her crush on the flerkins caretaker.”

“Ooooo! Are you gonna ask them out?”

“Can you two shut up?”

“No. I totally ship you guys!”

“Fine. How about this, if you don’t shut up and let me handle this, I’ll make you do 48 extra hours of training over the course of the next two weeks. That's almost two extra hours a day.”

They shut up.

It’s not like she doesn’t want to go out with you. That would be amazing. But she hasn’t had a relationship in years. Well, there was that little situationship with Valkyrie but we don’t talk about that!

Point is, she doesn’t know all the proper dating etiquette nowadays. Should she take you to dinner and a movie? Ask your kin if it’s okay? Recite poetry?

The two younger girls notice her spiral as she leaves the kitchen, making them feel sorry for their friend. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kate asks with a smile.

Kamala is silent for a minute before she says, “We should go to the store and get Goose to steal ice cream sandwiches for us because we’re poor?”

“Later. Right now, I think we need to help Carol get a date.”

“I don’t know about this Kate. It’s clear she doesn’t want our help.”

“Wow. Since when did Kamala Khan not want to meddle? It’s like your favorite activity.”

The young girl sighs, petting Goose before she says, “You’re right. Carol needs our help and it’s going to take serious meddling.”

So, with that idea in mind, they come up with a plan. As superheroes, their main job is keeping people out of danger. It’s what Carol also does on a daily basis. If they can put you in a dangerous situation, Carol can swoop in and save you.

It’s why they went to the store and got 2 pounds of butter, melting it over the stove before dumping it all over the living room floor.

Just because they’re superheroes doesn’t mean they’re smart.

Then, they hide behind the kitchen counter, heads peeking over the side that makes it obvious it’s them.

You open the front door, back from your lunch as you call out for the baby flerkens. You stop in your tracks when you see the butter, eyes darting around the house as you call out, “Carol?”

She comes running in, successfully slipping in the butter before you can catch her. Kamala and Kate gasp from their hiding spot, hiding their heads again when Carol narrows her eyes towards them.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” You say, but she just shakes her head with a grimace. “No. I’m fine. Go on. The kittens are in my room.” With a hesitant nod, you walk around the pool of butter with your crush smack dab in the middle of it, then into the hallway and towards her room.

Carol takes a deep breath while closing her eyes, deciding to lay in shame and butter. Kamala and Kate quietly get up from their hiding spot, taking her moment of silence to escape this situation. “Three hours of extra stealth training tomorrow. A punishment for this and because I don’t know how the hell you two become superheroes. And please….for the love of god….clean up the fucking butter.” The blonde mumbles with her eyes closed, the younger girls grabbing each other's arms as they hold in a groan and continue trying to sneak out despite the fact they’ve already been caught.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

After a quick trip to the grocery store for ice cream, Kamala and Kate spend all night watching movies, eating, and coming up with a new plan to make their ship sail.

Carols a good cook, having had to learn how when she got tired of eating packaged space food on her ship. You don't get home cooked meals a lot, so maybe they can invite you over for a dinner so that you and Carol can have more time to talk about things that aren't work related.

You easily accept their invitation with the idea that Carol knows you'll be there, so its a bit upsetting when you show up and she frowns in confusion. "Hey. Did you forget something?" Carol questions when she opens the front door to see you.

"Um....no. Kamala and Kate invited me for dinner? I figured you knew." You say with a frown of confusion, and she lets out an annoyed sigh that for a second your kinda scared is pointed towards you until she yells, "Kate! Kamala!

They jump up from behind the couch, the nervousness clear in their eyes. "Oh hey Carol. We were just hanging out."

"Behind the couch?"

"Yup. This is our....meeting spot. How'd you not know that?"

The blonde stares at them for a minute before she snickers. "That's another hour of stealth training. Leave the spy stuff to Yelena and Nat from now on girls." You’re still confused about what's happening, but in the end just decide to leave it be and come inside with the dessert you brought.

Carol follows you into the kitchen, thanking you for the treats with a bright smile. “I already ate, and I have to do some repairs on my ship, but I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” With that, she leaves, once again squashing any hope you ever had of starting a relationship with her.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The next day, you show up at the house to take care of the flerkens like usual though something feels off. The air is more tense, and there’s not laughing going on from some dumb joke Kamala told like there would usually be. It’s always been such a fun, energetic home. Right now though, you feel like you’re in a library and have to stay quiet so a 100 year old librarian doesn’t come and tell you to shut up.

After a awkward run in with Carol in the hallway while you’re on your way to the flerkens room and she’s on her way to make breakfast before leaving packing her bags for the week long job she has to go on in space, she walks into the kitchen were Kamala and Kate are sitting at opposite ends of the table. They’re on their phones, both texting someone.

They’re texting each other about a new plan, but Carol doesn’t need to know that.

“What’s this?” They finally look up from their phones when the blonde speaks, her tone bitter and confused as she holds up a takeaway coffee cup with someone's phone number scribbled messily on it. It’s not her phone number, and it’s not one of the girl’s ethier.

“I don’t know. It’s something your little crush brought in. Said something about the girl behind the counter at the coffee place hitting on them.” Kamala chuckles, fighting the urge to roll her eyes when Kate begins to hit her arm repeatedly.

The archer takes a moment to compose herself before she says in the most casual voice she can muster, “Seems like you missed your chance.”

Carol’s eyes finally move away from the cup to look at her younger friend with wide eyes. “You really think so?” Kamala smiles knowingly and hums. “Yup. I do.”

You come into the kitchen with a flerken in your arms right at that moment, not exactly reading the room as you grab the cup from Carol’s hand and smile. “Thanks captain. I was looking for that.”

You begin to make your way out of the room, but she gently grabs ahold of your wrist before you can so you turn around to face her. She’s nervous, you can tell that by the way her hand absentmindedly draws stars on the counter and she uses her other hand to tap the beat of the Star Wars theme song against her thigh.

“You okay Carol?” You ask with a small chuckle, reaching over to put your hand over the one drawing stars which only seems to make her more nervous.

Kate coughs then whispers, “Chicken.” Carol narrows her eyes at the giggling pair at the table, point towards the entryway to the kitchen. “Out.”

They grumble something about her being a big baby as they leave, but you have a feeling they don’t get very far.

“So I was thinking.” She starts.

You snicker before saying, “That’s never good.” 

She groans, playfully shoving you away. The joking helps to ease her nerves a little, and she can finally look you in the eyes as she speaks. “I was thinking….that if you’re free, and you want to, we can maybe….go out to dinner together? Like more than friends? Only if you want to though! I totally understand if you don’t want to and I guess this might have been a little too-” Your laughter cuts her off, but it doesn't help her nerves.

“What's so funny?” She tries to awkwardly giggle as well.

One look at her face is all you need to go silent.

“You’re not kidding?” The question comes out as more of a whisper. Her stomach churns as she shrugs. “Not really.”

You think about it for a minute before asking, “You like me?”

“I really, really like you. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I totally understand.”

She watches as a small smile forms on your face, then changes to a cheshire cat grin. “I….I would love to go out to dinner with you Carol. Because I really, really, really like you too.” With that, you pull her into one of the tightest hugs she's ever gotten, her arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer. 

You guys stand there in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's embrace before she suddenly calls out and is followed by loud groans and your laughter, “Girls, I know you’re in the hallway. That’s five hours of stealth training. Really, how have you guys saved cities?" 

bonus: 

Carol: And me? Oh, I'm 60 years old.

Kate and kamala: damn!

Carol: ……

Kate and kamala: ……we’re sorry.

[wandixx]

Whats your danny wally chaos fic about?👀

There isn't much to this fic in terms of plot if I'm being honest. Just when I saw this post about Danny and Wally being besties in Young Justice and using mix of intangibility and speed force for pranks and shenanigans I thought it would be funny to write. So now I have 1000+ words without aforementioned mix but I'm getting there and when I do arrive, it'll go easier from there. I hope at the very least.

But, here is little snippet:

Wally was not late on mission briefing because he had been stealing cookies M’gann had baked. He wasn’t. He was perfectly on time, Batman hadn’t said anything crucial and Danny was even later. Mere seconds but that’s not important. After speedster yanked door of briefing room and stormed inside, half ghost phased through wall right behind Artemis, apologizing quietly. Girl spun around and punched him before boy eve blinked.

“Don’t you ever sneak up on me again.” Threat was clear in her voice but Danny had none of that.

“How was I supposed to know you were here?! I don’t have X-ray vision!”

“Use door like normal person!”

“Phasing is faster.” He said with suddenly much calmer shrug.

“You lazy–!”

“Like I said, your mission will be –“Batman continued as if nothing happened, successfully shaming bickering teenagers into shutting up. He explained how they had to check out some suspicious lab.

Wally wasn’t really focusing on that. It seemed that Danny’s mess covered his late arrival. He should save ne cookie as a thank you gift. Yeah, Phantom deserved that. Which cookie though? Best one? Now, it felt like too much but on the other hand…

Batman finished briefing and young speedster was glad that he really wasn’t expected to come up with plans since he kinda missed whole thing, debating over cookies and methods of putting one of them inside other boy’s pocket. Yeah, his brain sometimes did that. He still had no idea. Well, they had whole trip to think, so maybe he’ll manage to decide. They all stood up to leave when adult hero added:

“Kid Flash, Phantom, next time be on time.”

So he got caught too. Well, it means no cookie for Danny, which meant he didn’t have to decide which one he shouldn’t eat. But also, it meant 'disappear as fast as you can'.

Hope you enjoyed this and thank you so much for asking. You made my day

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 07 - Chaleur]

• Chaleur (French, warmth)  

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: there is angst in the beginning but then it’s cute and smutty, Tae and OC finally talk!, this is a spoiler but they fuck :), switch!Taehyung, switch!Reader, shower sex, oral sex (f.receiving), body worshipping, breast & nipple worship, he kneels for her, strength kink (he carries her as they fuck mgfm), feet (she traces his pecs with them and then kinda steps on his face), degradation (she calls him slut a few times), possessiveness (she calls him her property and Tae’s into it), praise (she calls him good boy/puppy), he calls her Empress, rough hair pulling, scratching, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, squirting, Tae is so needy for her and fucking loves to be stepped on fjasdj, the aftercare is so :(

Wordcount: 12.2k

a/n: you asked for it besties and you know me, i will deliver :-)

Hoseok clears his throat loudly, making you and Yoongi look over your shoulders.

“Oh Hobi, you came just right. We just finished cooking dinner. Do you want some?” you tell him.

Hoseok runs his eyes up and down your bodies. You are wearing different clothes than you did when you arrived here. A green cardigan adorns Yoongi’s torso, indigo sweats cover his legs. Comfortable and colourful. Hoseok knows that this means he had a good time with you. Yoongi’s hair was messy in the back, tied into a bun. You seem to wear one of Yoongi’s shirts and his shorts. Hoseok knows exactly what happened, lips curling into a dirty smirk.

“Did you guys fuck?” he coos, wiggling his brows.

“Why are you so inappropriate?” Yoongi asks, pursing his lips in distaste.

“No judgement here”, Hoseok lifts his hands, “I like that you did.”

“Shut up”, Yoongi murmurs and turns to you, “no, princess what are you doing? Let me take that, it’s hot”, he whines in a pitched voice, reaching for the pot you are carrying. He fails in doing so, waddling behind you with a big pout and grabby hands.

“It’s okay, I can do it”, you assure him, hurrying to the dining table, “can you get the dishes?”

“Fine, I’ll get the dishes. Didn’t you promise me to stay safe?” he says as he sets the table.

“Okay dramatic much?” you chuckle fondly, “I didn’t even burn myself, look.”

Yoongi takes your hands, turning your palms to him so he can inspect your skin. He runs his thumbs over your perfectly fine hands.

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding his head in contentment.

“See? I’m okay”, you say, leaning in to peck his cheek, “you worry too much, my prince.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever”, he dismisses you even if he leans in for another kiss.

Hoseok, who watches the whole scene with a grin, finally talks again.

“Where are the others?”

“Still upstairs”, you explain, “they’re talking.”

“Really?” he stays quiet for a while, “oh yeah, they’re definitely talking”, Hoseok says, tapping his ear, “talking with their dicks.”

You roll your eyes while Yoongi sends Hoseok a look.

“Just get your pasta and be quiet, you creep”, you tease, scooping out Hoseok’s portion.

“What did you make?”

“Pasta arrabbiata.”

“Waaah that sounds amazing. I can’t say no to that”, Hoseok says, closing the distance between him and the table. He sits down opposite of you, accepting his bowl of pasta with a happy thanks on his lips. He shoves some of it into his mouth.

“Careful it’s hot”, you warn.

He squeaks and exhales loudly, opening his mouth to fan air into it.

“I warned you.”

“It’s totally okay. I can barely even feel it melting my mouth”, he says, panting loudly.

You chuckle, “that’s what you get for being greedy.”

He swallows his bite and sticks his tongue out at you, earning himself a fond chuckle from you. You eat a bite each, sharing in the comfortable silence while Yoongi kind of stares at you from the kitchen, rubbing his own tummy in awkwardness. Hoseok and you seem to get along so well. He doesn’t know how to include himself, scared that he will ruin the mood. So he stands and stares. Stares and stands. Stands and stares and feels overwhelmed by the situation. 

“Mhm”, Hoseok announces that he wants to talk, “it’s still wild to me that those two are a thing now. I always thought Kook hated Tae’s guts, but I guess there’s something about him that he likes.”

“Tae’s a really sweet and lovely person if he isn’t hanging out with idiots. I know why Kook likes him.”

“I guess”, Hoseok tilts his head to the side, “I think it’s also because his dick is huge.”

“Why are you going there?” you say, widening your eyes.

“Just so. It’s because Tae’s talking about stuffing Kook’s ass with his massive dick right now.”

“Hobi”, you hiss, reaching over the table to slap his arm, “stop being such a perv. They’re having a private moment. Why are you always listening in?”

Hoseok cackles, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t help myself. My senses are so heightened that it just happens naturally and then I want to keep listening in because it’s interesting to know how other people fuck.”

“You’re just a voyeur, nothing more.”

“Maybe I am. Loud and proud”, he says, sending you a wink.

“Tch so stupid. One day you’re gonna listen in on the wrong people and get yourself into trouble, I’m telling you.”

“Yeah probably. But I have you guys to defend me. Hey hyung, where are you going?”

You look over your shoulder at Yoongi, who just this moment stopped in the threshold of the kitchen now that he was caught in the act of sneaking away. He is gawking at you with widened eyes and parted lips, rubbing his own tummy.

“I don’t know”, he says quietly, fumbling with his own ear.

“Don’t be like that, sit with us and eat”, Hoseok offers to which you pull out the empty chair next to you.

Yoongi shimmies from one foot to the other, sneaking a glance at you again. You give him a fond smile, patting the empty pillow of the chair. With his left hand on the side of his neck, Yoongi waddles to the table and sits down next to you.

“Do you want some pasta?” Hoseok offers.

“No I- ah”, his voice cuts off as you place your hand on his thigh under the table. It startles you, making you pull your hand away.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok gasps.

Yoongi fishes for your hand again, holding it tightly.

“Nothing”, he obviously lies.

“Talk to us. What’s wrong all of a sudden?” you ask him, “you’re basically breaking my hand under the table.”

“Sorry, I just”, he lets go of you, even goes so far as to push your hand away, “it’s silly, just eat. I don’t eat human food either way.”

He wants to stand up, but you pull him back down.

“Sit and talk. What’s on your mind?”

“Will you let off? Geez. I said it’s nothing”, he hisses, but widens his eyes instantly, “sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s alright. Do you want a bite?” you offer in hopes to relax him a little.

Yoongi shakes his head.

“Okay”, you say, placing your hand back on his thigh and continuing to eat afterwards.

Hoseok reaches over the table and pats Yoongi’s arm brotherly, taking a bite of his pasta afterwards. He knows exactly not to probe right now. Yoongi will open his mouth if he feels ready for it, right now all he and you need to do is give him his time.

“Do you think Seokjin’s already reached Gordes?” he asks you.

“I don’t know. I hope so. Do you think that he found Emma already?”

“I really hope he did. I’ve seriously never seen him so happy before.”

“Me neither. It was really cute when he danced on the plane.”

Hoseok snickers, “yeah it was adorable.”

“Are you mad at me!?” Yoongi blurts out.

You and Hoseok look at him in confusion.

“Huh? Why should we be mad at you?” you ask.

Yoongi widens his eyes, “j-just because I,I uhm- uuh, because of what I, I did to Fringella on the, the plane.”

“You mean when you ripped her hand off and then threw it at my face?” Hoseok says, painting great embarrassment onto Yoongi’s features.

“Of course we’re not mad at you because of that. Fringella was being a bitch and you did it to help Seokjin”, you assure him, caressing the back of his head.

Yoongi exhales loudly, sagging his shoulders as if he lost a million pounds of burden with that sigh.

“Yeah seriously and you protected ___. Fringella was making really creepy threats. Next time try not to throw the limbs you dismember at my face though”, Hoseok says.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’ll try”, he whispers, lowering his head to hide the giddy grin he is sporting.

Not that he is doing a good job. Both you and Hoseok see it, finding it beyond adorable. You tug Yoongi closer with his chair, draping your arm over his shoulder and flustering him in the process. You press a quick kiss to his cheek, flustering him even more.

“Don’t you dare flee from me again, hear me?” you say, playing with the short strands of hair which slipped out of the bun.

He nods his head, looking at his lap in giddiness.

“Good”, you kiss his cheek, “do you really not want to try the pasta? We worked so hard on it and it’s so, so yummy” you offer him, ruffling up his hair at the back of his neck.

He sneaks a shy glance at you.

“Fine, just a little.”

“Awesome”, Hoseok springs to his feet, “say seated hyung, I’ll get a bowl for you.”

During the time Hoseok needs in the kitchen to get everything, you do nothing more than stare at Yoongi’s face and play with his hair.

“What?” he asks quietly.

“Nothing, I just think you’re the most handsome”, you tell him with a pretty eye smile.

“Oh”, he lowers his head, but gets it tugged back up with your hand twisted tightly in his hair. His entire body tingles because of it.

“I keep thinking about the thing Fringella said today. You know, about what you did in the past”, you begin.

Yoongi’s eyes light up in fear.

“You really changed so much, my prince. I’m so proud of you”, you say, tugging him closer by his hair to press a deep kiss to his lips.

Yoongi makes a little sound, getting it swallowed by you. He squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling shakily out of his nose. You break the kiss by sucking on his lower lip.

“So sweet”, you whisper, “you taste so good. Mhm”, you add, pecking his lips.

“___”, he breathes, lowering his head, “we’re not alone.”

You sneak a glance at Hoseok. He is in the midst of preparing a portion of pasta for Yoongi.

“Don’t mind me”, he says, “it’s actually kinda fun to watch you guys.”

Yoongi puts distance between you and him in embarrassment.

“You’re a creep”, he says dryly.

“Don’t come for me. It’s just that Jin and I had a bet going on about you guys.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, when you guys were fighting all the time back in the days we had a bet about how long it would take for you guys to realise your feelings for each other.”

“Why would you even make such a stupid bet?” Yoongi gasps.

“Because it was really entertaining to watch you two be so obviously smitten for each other.”

“We weren’t smitten for each other”, Yoongi insists with a frown.

“Sure, that’s why you always pressed each other against every goddamn wall you encountered or had your faces this close”, he shows the smallest distance with his fingers, “when you yelled at each other.”

Yoongi sneaks a shy glance at you, noticing the excitement in your eyes. It confuses him because he thought that you would be embarrassed by it as well.

“Just for your information, I won. Jin said you guys simply hated each other. He was so wrong. But you can’t hide from me, Doctor Love”, Hoseok says.

“Doctor Love, for real?” you say, having to chuckle.

“Mh-hm, that was also my porn name in the nineties, just saying.”

“You starred in porn?”

“Obviously”, Hoseok grins proudly, “I still have my entire collection at home if you wanna come over for a movie night. I can show you some of my tricks too”, he says, winking at you.

Yoongi places an arm around you, squinting his eyes in jealousy.

Hoseok who notices, gives Yoongi a wink too, “you can join too, hyung. I know how to handle dick. Doctor Love doesn’t disappoint.”

Yoongi breaks eye contact instantly, looking to the side in flusteredness.

“You’re so weird”, he mumbles.

Hoseok grins, pushing Yoongi’s plate of pasta over the table.

“You should eat before it gets cold.”

“Should we keep some for the others too?” you ask.

“Oh trust me, those two are very well fed right now”, Hoseok says.

“You’re not actually listening in again, are you?”

“Course I am, it’s funny. You two and Kook were funny too in the gym.”

“Oh my god Hoseok”, you gasp.

“You’re seriously such a creep the hell, that was private”, Yoongi hisses.

Hoseok snickers, shrugging his shoulders, “it was worth it. I won a bet, that is all that mattered.”

“Can I smack him?” Yoongi asks you.

“Huh?” Hoseok gasps.

“What? No of course not”, you say, shaking your head.

“Just a little please?” he whines, giving you a pout.

“No”, you laugh, “just eat your pasta.”

Yoongi huffs out air and sticks his fork into the delicious pasta rather aggressively.

“Thanks, bro”, Hoseok says.

“I didn’t do it for you, idiot. You deserve a smack for being a creep”, you say, chuckling when this makes Hoseok gasp in offence.

Hoseok gets a call from Seokjin once dinner was finished. You and him were in the middle of washing the dishes when his phone rang.

“Oh crap, that’s Jin”, Hoseok gasps, “hyung, can you get it for me?”

Yoongi lifts his head from the stovetop he was cleaning thoroughly, waddling to Hoseok in small steps.

“Where’s your phone?” he asks.

“Booty pocket”, Hoseok says, wiggling his butt.

“Tch, the things I do for you”, Yoongi mumbles, fishing the phone out of Hoseok’s back pocket with his nose scrunched up in distaste. He picks up and puts the phone on speaker.

“Hey there!” you and Hoseok yell instantly.

“Oh guys? Hey there”, Seokjin says.

“We’re washing the dishes, that’s why we’re both here. Yoongi put you on speaker.”

“Hey”, Yoongi says.

“Hey there, wow it’s so great to hear you guys’ voices.”

“Did you arrive safely?” you ask him.

“No, I’m still on the train. It’ll still take a few hours. I just wanted to let you guys know that I boarded safely.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m so excited for you, hyung”, Hoseok says.

“Me too”, Seokjin lets out a breathy laugh, “if I’m being honest with you guys, I’m really nervous.”

“That’s understandable. You are meeting Emma again, that’s huge.”

“It’s so huge. I think I’m breathing manually, I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t be, she’ll fall back in love with you instantly”, you assure him.

“I seriously hope that you are right. I don’t wanna mess this up.”

“And you won’t. We believe in you.”

“Thank you, you guys. I seriously needed to hear that. You know, I didn’t want to say anything on the plane because of Fringella, but Emma’s all I’ve been thinking about. I want to ask her so many things once I meet her. How has she been? Was she happy? Did she have a good life? I want to know her so well.”

“That sounds lovely, Jinnie”, you say.

“It seriously does”, Hoseok agrees.

“It does? God, I don’t know. Doesn’t it make me sound like a complete idiot?”

“No it’s doesn’t. She will love your interest in her life, trust me”, you assure him.

“You think so?”

“Yes, I do. Trust me.”

“Okay, I will trust you then”, he says and exhales loudly, “seriously though I think I’m going to shit myself, I’m dying in nervousness.”

“I get it, but don’t be. I’m sure everything will be alright”, Yoongi assures him.

“Yeah? You think so too?”

“Yes. And if Emma changed too much, at least you know that you tried.”

Seokjin sighs, “I guess. God, I hope that this won’t happen.”

“I’m sure it won’t. Yoongi’s just saying”, you assure him.

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees.

“That’s good to hear”, he says and then for a few moments you hear the background. The purring of the train, the chatter of people and someone speaking louder than the rest, “okay guys I gotta go, someone’s checking our tickets”, Seokjin tells you.

“Yeah sure, give us updates once you know more.”

“I will, I will. Thank you for cheering me up, you guys.”

“That’s what we’re here for”, Hoseok says and moments later Seokjin hangs up.

“It’s so nice of him to call”, you say.

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok agrees, sticking his butt out for Yoongi to put the phone back.

Yoongi does so with squinted eyes.

“Who called?”

You turn upon hearing Jungkook’s voice in the doorframe. He is wearing grey shorts and a baggy shirt. Taehyung is next to him in slacks and a button-up, having his hair styled into his face. Their faces glow just a little from what they did before.

“Seokjin. He said that he boarded the train safely”, you tell them.

“Wow really? That’s so good to hear. Does he know more about Emma already?”

“Not yet. He’ll give us updates once he does.”

“Mhm okay”, Jungkook nods his head. He hurries to the fridge and opens it, bending down to look, “that’s disappointing, I wanted snacks.”

“Yeah right?” you agree, “I think we should go grocery shopping later. I need more food.”

“We could go”, Taehyung throws in.

The room is silent for a moment, all eyes are on him, the air is tense. He touches the side of his neck, stuttering nervously.

“I, I mean I think, I guess. Maybe we could, I would like that. I don’t know.”

“I mean”, you begin, fumbling with your own thumbs, “I guess we could. We don’t really have food, do we?”

“Are you truthful?” Taehyung gasps, looking at you as if he didn’t expect you to agree.

You nod your head, looking to the side nervously.

“Wow, I”, Taehyung laughs breathily, “I would love to go. Shall we go right now?”

You shrug your shoulders, “yeah sure.”

“Oh darling”, he giggles, “darling, this makes me happy. I’ll wait for you outside!”

And with that he hurries out of the kitchen to get ready. You look at Jungkook. He seems happy with the situation.

“What did you say to him?”

“Just that he should talk to you.”

“I see. Uhm. Thanks.”

“Of course”, he smiles sweetly, “I hope you guys can talk it out.”

“Mhm me too”, you agree and look at Yoongi.

He has his arms crossed in front of his chest and squints his eyes.

“Are you okay with me going out?” you ask him.

“I don’t trust Taehyung.”

“You can”, Jungkook assures him, “he just wants to make things right.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “fine. But keep your phone close, call me if something happens.”

“I will”, you say, hurrying to him to kiss his cheek, “you worry too much, my prince.”

“No, I don’t worry enough”, he corrects you, making your snicker. You pinch his cheek.

“Okay”, you whisper, kissing him once more, “I’ll see you later, you cutie”, you say, breaking away from him.

Except that Yoongi doesn’t let you. He pulls you back in to steal one more kiss from you, running his thumb over your lower lip afterwards.

“Two isn’t enough”, he whispers.

“You’re so cute”, you say with a fluttering heart.

“Mhm, you’re cuter”, he says, kissing you one last time (promise it’s the last kiss), “be careful, my princess.”

“I will and I’ll call you if something happens.”

“Mhm yeah, that’s my girl.”

You leave the kitchen with a happy skip in your steps. You like it so much when Yoongi is touchy with you. It makes you feel so incredibly good.

You hurry upstairs to put on some pants and then after saying your last goodbyes to the others, you finally leave the apartment.

Taehyung – just as he promised – is waiting outside, prancing from left to right nervously. He lifts his head when he hears the door close, eyes locking on you.

“Darling”, he says, hurrying up the three steps to offer you his arms, “may I?” he asks.

You hesitate for a moment, but decide to accept the gesture in the end. It makes you feel good, but it also makes you feel nervous. You haven’t talked yet and you don’t know how to feel about him yet. All you know is that you want to talk it out with him. You haven’t given up on him yet, hell you didn’t even come close to giving up on him, but you can’t deny that his behaviour lately hurt you. It feels just a little wrong to hold his arm like this and so you break the touch after a few meters down the pavement.

Taehyung notices and lowers his gaze.

“You uhm”, he begins, “do you have any specific wishes?”

“What do you mean?” you ask hopefully.

“Do you crave certain food?”

“Ah”, your hope sinks again, “yeah I guess. I made a list.”

“That’s good to hear. We shall see that we can get all of it.”

“Mhm yeah.”

Taehyung touches the side of his neck nervously, forgetting everything he wanted to say. You are so distant with him and he can’t even blame you.

The remaining walk to the grocery store is silent. You were the one to initiate it and Taehyung was too nervous to dare and break the quiet. It weighed heavy on both your hearts. You wanted Taehyung to speak up. Perhaps giving him the silent treatment was childish of you to do and maybe you could have said something too, but just for once you wanted him to act. To take the first step. To make it seem as if you are still worthy enough to fight for. You already told him that he hurt you, you already told him that you still see him worth fighting for by telling him “hey your behaviour hurts me, let me show you how you can love me better again because I want this to work”. He should have said something on your walk, but he stayed silent and it made you so incredibly sad.

Talk in the store wasn’t any better. Taehyung offered to drive the cart for you and you allowed him. He tried to talk to you about the grocery list and you showed it to him. He tried to joke about a funny looking apple and barely granted him a smile. You didn’t want him to talk about groceries and funny food, you wanted him to talk about what was actually important. You wouldn’t even have minded if he started a scene in the middle of this stupid store. He could yell at you, beg you to stay, scream until he can’t anymore and you would have thanked him for it. At least it would have been better than distant, disgusting small talk. At least like this, it would have felt like he still cared.

But Taehyung didn’t. He talked about stupid groceries and offered to pay for everything and helped you load the groceries and then carried the heavy bags for you, but he didn’t actually say what you needed him to say.

“Are you angry at me?” he asks once he couldn’t bear the silence anymore. The roads are empty. It’s just you and I. You are almost home.

You stop and take a deep breath. Finally. But it feels like it is coming too late. You have already given up on talking to him today. His questions almost feels like mockery to you.

“No, I’m not”, you say and it was the truth. You aren’t angry, just hurt and disappointed.

“Are you certain?”

“We should get back to the others. I think it’s gonna rain”, you tell him.

Taehyung looks up at the grey sky. The air smells like rain and the trees are loud in the sudden wind shaking their branches. He looks back at you. You started walking again.

“Darling”, he calls after you, increasing his steps to close the distance between you and him. Distance. There is so much distance between you and him. “Darling please talk to me.”

“About what? The weather? It’s getting cold, we should hurry.”

“You’re angry at me.”

“Of course I’m angry at you”, you blurt out, whipping around to send him a dark look, “I’m so fucking pissed at you that I want to curse.”

Taehyung stops and nods his head.

“Finally you are honest”, he says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” he studies your features. He could tell you a million things and yet right now he has no idea what he should say, “it means thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“Thank you for finally saying it how it is.”

“Stop talking in riddles. I’m too tired to figure out what you’re trying to say.”

“I hurt you so much, didn’t I?”

You close your mouth, studying his features. Deep regret burns in his eyes.

“I hurt you so much with my awful grief, didn’t I?”

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly.

“No you”, you begin, shaking your head, “I know you’re grieving, it’s alright Tae.”

“Please be honest for once.”

You falter. Hesitate.

“Please?”

The wind picks up, sending cold shivers down your spine. The sky is dark. Barely any sunlight hits the ground. It feels fitting. The darkness.

“Of course I’m hurt”, you finally confess what you didn’t dare to speak for months, “I miss you.”

Taehyung draws closer. Just one step. His eyes never break contact with you. You falter again, look away as if you feel shame.

“But why should this matter?” you dismiss him, visibly closing up again, “you lost so much. I understand, Tae.”

“It matters to me, because you matter to me”, Taehyung says.

You gasp as if his confession surprised you. You look at him with widened eyes.

“I look at you and I feel sick in guilt”, Taehyung confesses.

“Why?”

“Because I stopped loving you the way I loved you in the past.”

You blink to get rid of the burning in your eyes. You look away. You touch your own arm and caress it.

“It’s okay, I understand. You have a lot going on and I get that the grief is making everything hard”, you say and Taehyung wants to scream at you for being so understanding.

“But you shouldn’t have to understand”, he insists with his voice slightly raised in emotion.

You look at him again, gnawing on your lower lip. You look unsure and nervous.

“You shouldn’t have to be so understanding. I feel so guilty and, and angry.”

“Angry?”

Taehyung furrows his brows and nods his head.

“Yes. Angry”, he says, “angry at you for pretending as if you are fine with this situation. Stop being so considerate for my sake, ___. It angers me.”

“Well, you anger me too”, you throw back with your voice slightly raised in emotion, “you anger me with, with this childish self-pity trip you are currently on and you anger me when you tell me that I shouldn’t understand your grief. I want to understand your grief, Tae!” you hit your own chest, “I want to understand that you can’t be the romantic, cheesy lover you were in the past because you are grieving too much. And I want to understand that you are a little distant because you are confused and hurt and overwhelmed. I want to understand, alright?”

“But why?”

“Because I’m in love with you, you silly idiot.”

Taehyung closes his mouth.

“And because I want to believe that what we share is more than just superficial, purely physical attraction”, you confess and tear up, “and that this means that times will be hard and sometimes we will be more distant than other times, but that we won’t ever pull away because what we share is, is…is actual love.”

Taehyung touches his chest.

“I can understand all the grief in the world Tae if it means that what we have is real to you. But what I can’t understand is being pushed away for it. That I deserve to be pushed away for being there for you. That I can’t understand.”

“___”, he says, stepping closer.

“I want to know that you feel the same as me. That we share love and not just occasional desire”, you say and whimper, hating your lower lip for trembling.

“___, of course this is love”, he says, reaching for you.

You meet his hands in the middle, intertwining your fingers with him and allowing him to tug you closer.

“Oh, you silly woman don’t you dare doubt my feelings for you”, he speaks softly, looking at you with blinding love in his eyes.

“Yeah well, it’s been a little difficult not to lately”, you say, looking up at him, “I don’t blame you for being a little distant because I understand, but I…” you hesitate.

“Tell me”, Taehyung encourages you.

“I know that we aren’t by any definition traditional and I like that we aren’t. I like to be together, but to feel secure enough that we can see other people as well.”

“I like that as well, my darling.”

“But I don’t like it when you turn into a douche.”

“A douche?” Taehyung gasps, widening his eyes

“Yes. It hurts me a lot when you give me the feeling that I am replaceable or as if I’m nothing more than one of your countless fucks.”

“But you aren’t. You’re my ___”, Taehyung says and tries to kiss your knuckles.

You pull away before he can however.

“I didn’t feel like this lately.”

Taehyung furrows his brows in seriousness, caressing your knuckles for now. He knows that you need to be listened to right now and he wants to do that.

“I felt replaceable and invisible and ugly at times.”

“Is this about what Fringella said to you?”

“Yes. Yes, it is. She called me a dull, human blood bag and said that I’m not your type and that you couldn’t ever see as more than just your easy-to-take cum dump.”

Taehyung scowls, tonguing his cheek.

“And I guess it just verified all the doubts I had lately.”

Taehyung widens his eyes in surprise.

“You made me feel unwanted lately and as if I was replaceable and hearing Fringella say that I am indeed not your type and just easy food, everything I feared got confirmed.”

“Don’t believe her. She lied, you’re not just replaceable food to me. You’re my partner and my darling.”

You hesitate, gnawing on your lower lip again.

“You also have to know that Fringella has no emotions and therefore speaks without empathy. She never cared about humans. They are mere blood bags in her eyes and she thinks that every vampire shares her sentiments, which isn’t true. I don’t share her sentiments.”

“Then I don’t understand why you spent time with her and why you did all this awful stuff like drain humans and have blood orgies and do stuff I don’t even want to imagine.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes in shame.

“Because I needed to feel something other than grief”, he confesses, “I am sorry, I know my reasoning isn’t enough, but it is the truth. She made me feel numb and far away and for once my grief didn’t suffocate me.”

“Do you really want to feel numb so badly?”

“Of course I do. I’m breaking under the pain and all I want is to feel nothing.”

“And she made you feel that way?”

“Yes.”

“Did you…did you turn off your emotions?”

Taehyung meets your nervous gaze.

“No. I played with the idea, but in the end I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Why?” he repeats, “because I told you, I couldn’t bear the thought that this would hurt you.”

“Oh.”

Taehyung draws closer. Rain finally begins to fall on the world. It feels cold on your skin, but Taehyung’s touch keeps you warm.

“I love you, ___.”

“Really?”

“Yes, of course I do. I know that I didn’t show it as much as I should have lately and I regret it immensely, but I truly love you. Most ardently.”

It feels so good to hear those words from him. Your heart beats so much easier again.

“I love you too, Taehyung”, you say with a shy smile, “I understand why you couldn’t, but I’m also asking you to change some of your behaviour.”

“Of course, tell me what hurt you. I want to fix this.”

“Please don’t talk about how beautiful and wonderful and amazing your one night stands are. You can tell me that you had a fun time, but when you practically swoon over them I feel hurt.”

“I understand. I will refrain from being too specific in the future.”

“And can you refrain from graphically making out with strangers in front of me? It just feels a little shitty because I didn’t consent to seeing you behave that way.”

“I understand. I shall ask you in the future.”

“No just, try not to do it at all please.”

“Okay. I won’t kiss other people in front of you.”

“No, just strangers. I don’t mind it if it’s Jungkook.”

“I understand. I can change that.”

“And one more thing.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t want to prevent you from having sex with whoever interests you, but I would like to have a warning first. It feels shitty to go to an event, thinking that we will spend time together, only to be dumped five minutes into it. I want to know if you plan on seeking out sex with someone other than our poly family.”

“Of course. I will talk to you about it first from now. Shall I also talk to you about it whenever I want to seek intimacy with Jungkook?”

“No, it’s okay when it stays in our poly family. I just don’t like it when you disappear with a stranger and I don’t know whether you dumped me or I should wait for you.”

“I understand. I will talk to you about it from now on. I promise, whenever we go out and I plan on meeting someone, I will have a thorough conversation with you beforehand. And you are also allowed to tell me if you don’t want me to meet someone, I hope you know that.”

“Thank you for telling me this. I needed to hear that I am”, you say.

“Don’t. I want to do whatever I can to make you happy”, he confesses, finally kissing your knuckles. The rain makes his hair stick to his forehead. You are shivering like crazy, but you don’t mind because Taehyung is kissing your knuckles and that feels nice to receive.

“Also stop fighting with Yoongi”, you whisper, “it hurts me when you say stuff like nobody wants to be your friend to him. He’s important to me and from I’ve heard, he was there for you when you grieved. Stop saying such mean stuff to him because he may not show it, but it hurts him too.”

Taehyung lowers his head in shame.

“I know”, he whispers, “I’m sorry. I never should have said something like this. Especially because I attempted to defend Fringella with it. Oh, I was a fool and Yoongi was correct. She is a cunt and I never should have pretended as if she wasn’t.”

“Thank you for finally seeing it that way.”

Taehyung dismisses you with a shake of his head. He runs his hands up your arms, massaging your shoulders softly. It is a silent request and you understand. You close the distance between you and him, hugging him tightly with your cheek resting against his chest.

Taehyung engulfs you in his strong arms, shielding you from the cold rain this way. The hug is tight and it is honest and feels good. You haven’t held each other like this in so long. You spill tears because of it. You forgot how wonderful Taehyung hugs.

“You are shivering so much”, Taehyung whispers into your hair, rubbing your back in an attempt to warm you up.

“I’m so cold. The shirt isn’t enough.”

“The rain surprised us both, didn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Shall we move this elsewhere? The apartment isn’t far anymore.”

“Yes, I’d like that. I’m so cold.”

“I can’t take this, oh my darling we should hurry so you can warm up again”, he says dramatically, making you giggle. You missed his silly side. It is so good to hear it come out again.

You and he pick up the soaked bags from the bench and together, you hurry back to the apartment. You hold hands and it felt nice to do.

The others are in the living room when you come back. They are watching a sports event on the television. From what you can see, it seems to be basketball. They turn their heads simultaneously.

“Hey there.”

“Hey.”

“We got wet” you say, presenting your soaked body to them in a defeated pose, “I’m so cold, it’s awful outside.”

“No I’m sorry”, Jungkook whines and pouts.

“It’s okay, I’ll just take a warm shower and then I’ll be okay.”

“Did the groceries get wet too?” Hoseok asks.

“Just a little, the plastic bags shielded most of the rain. I don’t wanna unload them.”

Hoseok gets up from the sofa, “give them to me, I’ll do it. You should take that shower asap before you catch a cold.”

“Thanks Hobi, you’re an angel”, you say.

Hoseok dismisses you with a nod of his head and disappears in the kitchen.

Taehyung appears behind you.

“Hello.”

“Hey”, Jungkook greets him with a smile.

Yoongi just kind of stares at him with a cold expression.

Taehyung walks past you with a clear goal of getting to Yoongi. The latter watches him with weary eyes. Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders.

“The fuck are you doing?” he hisses.

Taehyung lifts Yoongi by his shoulders and presses him against his chest, placing his hands under his butt to support him.

Yoongi yelps up in surprise, stiffening up like a board.

“Let go of me, you cold fuck. The fuck are you doing?” he complains, trying to push at Taehyung’s chest.

“I’m sorry hyung”, Taehyung mumbles into the crook of Yoongi’s neck, “it’s not true when I said that nobody wants to be your friend. I want to be your friend and many other people want this as well.”

Yoongi stops fighting him, gawking at you with widened eyes. You look surprised as well, but more than anything you look moved by the situation.

“Okay?” Yoongi says, glancing down at Taehyung.

“Can you forgive me?”

“I guess…”

“Oh hyung”, Taehyung bounces Yoongi in his arms so wildly that Yoongi’s hair flop up and down vigorously. Yoongi grunts in surprise, digging his thumb into Taehyung’s shoulders, “I’m so happy.”

“Set me down”, Yoongi complains in a whine, “you’re wet and it’s disgusting.”

Taehyung listens, setting the Creator down carefully. Yoongi, who avoids eye contact at all cost, runs his hands down his soaked front.

“You’re such a brat, now I gotta change my clothes”, he complains with a pout.

Taehyung snickers, nudging Yoongi’s arm.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Tch, so stupid”, Yoongi mumbles and pushes past Taehyung to flee from the scene. He lingers beside you when he passes you, studying you with worried eyes.

“I’m okay”, you assure him and Yoongi understands.

“Good”, he says, giving you a little smile before he sends Taehyung one pretend annoyed look, “you’re such a brat, fuck I hate being wet, this is the worst. Why did you hug me, you weirdo? I’m gonna miss the whole game”, he complains as he leaves for upstairs.

You and Taehyung exchange a look. You have to giggle, drawing closer to him and touching his waist. He smiles, finding great happiness in your giggles.

“Shall we go upstairs and dry off, mhm?” he suggests.

“Yes”, you giggle.

“Have fun”, Hoseok calls after you as you leave, snickering with Jungkook about how you two seemed to get along splendidly again.

You won’t see them or Yoongi for the rest of the night and you are content with that fact because you will be with Taehyung instead.

You follow Taehyung into his bedroom. He turns, studying you.

“What are you doing here? This isn’t your room”, he asks in a playful tone.

“I’m following you”, you answer him just as playfully.

“Following me?” he smiles, “for a specific reason, mhm?”

“Mhm yeah” you say and close the distance, placing your hand on the nape of his neck to pull him down to you.

He stumbles, finding support by gripping your waist. Your lips find each other in a hungry kiss, your bodies melt together. This is to make up what you missed out on lately. You are greedy and just a little selfish. You need him to kiss you. This is what he should do if he wants you to truly forgive him. 

“Kiss me”, you beg.

“Darling”, Taehyung chokes and lifts you easily. Your weight feels like nothing to him, your warmth however makes him shudder. Your pussy presses against his tummy, your fingers lace themselves deep in his soaked hair. The kiss deepens. Your moans tickle his lips, your hands cup his face and hold him willing hostage. He feels lightheaded, kissing you back with eager hums leaving his throat and his tongue allowing you to guide the movements. He missed your kisses so very much. You taste like sweet heaven.

He walks with you in his arms, finding the way easily. The bathroom. The door stays open. You both don’t mind. You want each other too much to care. It’s been too long since you last kissed that deeply. 

“Tae”, you sigh, “don’t stop.”

“I want you”, Taehyung moans into the kiss. 

“I want you too”, you answer him, gasping when he sits you down on the countertop of the sink. Your pants stick to your legs. They feel cold against your skin. You don’t mind. Not when you have Taehyung kissing you.

“I want you unbearably”, he chokes out.

Your legs open for him willingly, “don’t hold back.”

He claims the emptiness between them, rubbing his growing bulge against you. Electricity shoots through your veins, your fingers twist the front of his shirt. It is so wet and soaked from the rain that his flushed nipples shine through it. You touch them, rub them over the fabric and Taehyung moans. 

“Sensitive”, he keens, shuddering under your touch. 

“Mhm, so cute”, you purr, pinching them playfully.

He squeaks and giggles, sucking on your lower lip. You giggle as well, feeling oh so good. It’s so adorable when he is so reactive to your touches.

“You’re a tease”, he sighs, lips tickling yours.

“Want you shirtless.”

“Take it off”, he says and kisses you deeply. You moan and sigh, fumbling with the buttons to finally get him naked. Oh, you can’t bear it any longer. You need to feel his skin under your fingertips. 

Taehyung helps you with getting the shirt out of his slacks, moaning into the kiss because the thought of bearing himself to you messes with his head. 

The shirt slides off his shoulders and hits the floor in a wet squelch.

He breaks the kiss, “the shirt felt so uncomfortable”, he confesses and grins, “so wet and cold.”

“Yeah, it’s really cold”, you agree and giggle, “you look so handsome when you’re naked.”

He blushes, lowering his eyes. Adorable. Oh how your heart races for him.

“Tae”, you plead, pulling him closer with your legs around his waist, “Tae darling, I want to touch you.”

“Do it, please. Touch me.”

“Touch me too.”

“May I undress you for it?”

“Yeah. Don’t rip it though, it’s Yoongi’s.”

He chuckles, “well then, lift your arms.”

You do so gladly. Taehyung pulls the shirt off your body and throws it into the sink.

“Mhhm so much better. I was so cold too”, you purr, arching your back as you get comfortable. You glance at him when he doesn’t answer you. His eyes run over your chest obsessively, his pupils are widened.

“No brassiere?” he croaks, licking his lips.

“I didn’t feel like it”, you say and pose sensually, “do you like what you see?”

“You are…wow..I, I love it”, he says with sparkling eyes, “oh darling, allow me a touch. Just one please.”

“You can touch me more than just once.”

“You make me the happiest man. Look at you. Look how perfectly sculpted you are”, he says and cups your breasts. His palms feel warm and soft, his thumbs circle your nipples. The touch makes you sigh and arch your back.

“This feels so good”, you breathe, closing your eyes. He touches you with tenderness. It makes you shiver. 

“Oh darling, my beautiful darling”, Tae whispers and lowers his hungry lips to your chest. All he wants to do is worship you. Worship every inch of your body as if it was the prettiest art. And to him it is. To think that Fringella made you feel dull and ugly hurts Taehyung. It angers him. And fills him with the unbearable desire to show you that you are the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

“So beautiful. I feel so blessed. Oh darling, thank you”, Taehyung sighs and sucks on your left nipple, massaging your right as he does, “thank you, I feel so blessed.”

Your body is shivering constantly. His warm mouth makes you burn in pleasure. It feels so good to hear how smitten he is for you. It makes all those nasty words Fringella spoke finally feel like lies. 

“Don’t stop please…”

You want to live in this moment forever. To have Taehyung worship you with his soft lips and eager tongue, to have him touch you and caress you with his tender hands and to feel him adore you oh so honestly sends the greatest happiness to your every inch. 

Taehyung trails kisses down your tummy once your breasts are tender and soft in worship. His fingers guide his lips, your skin prickles. You open your legs wider for him. Oh, how you hope that he will go further. 

“My beautiful”, Taehyung sighs and runs his tongue over your lower tummy. Right where your pants meet your skin. It tickles and makes you throb around nothing. So wet and warm, “you are my beautiful”, he whispers, licking your skin. It aches.

“I want your mouth”, you confess, chasing him with a buck of your hips, “my pussy hurts, I wanna feel you…”

You can feel him smile against you with his fingers massaging your hips.

“So needy”, he teases. 

“Tae”, you whine, “don’t tease. I can’t help it. It’s been too long.”

“Mhhm”, he hums, giving your waist a tender caress, “I’m not”, he rasps and does the unthinkable of teasing you by flicking his tongue over your skin.

“Tae”, you warn, bucking your hips up,

“Heh”, he chuckles, “lift yourself for a moment, darling”, he orders and you follow, allowing him to take off your pants. He drops them on the ground, falling on his knees before you. 

“Oh?”

He looks up at you with his dark hair hanging into his face in wet, messy strands. The sight churns your stomach in the hottest arousal. He is so sexy when he is like this. 

“I’m weak”, he says, pressing his legs together, “oh my darling, you have me weak.”

“I do?”

“Yes, oh you could do anything you wanted to me.”

“Anything you say?”

“Anything”, Taehyung says and presents his throat in a sensual roll of his head.

Giggling, you place your foot on his chest, giving him a confident smile. Taehyung moans, arching into your foot. 

“Step on me, yes”, he pleads, “I like it so much.”

“You’re so sexy”, you rasp, running your foot up his chest and neck. He tilts his head back, revealing his vulnerable throat to you. You trace it with your foot, tingling as you feel Taehyung’s deep moan against your toes. 

“I’m yours”, he lulls, “all yours.”

“Are you really, mhm?” you say and dare to lift your foot to his face. You rest your toes against his forehead. 

Taehyung is breathing heavily, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. His cock throbs in his slacks, hips chasing air as he writhes under your foot.

“I don’t believe you”, you say, giving him a gentle push. 

“I am”, he moans, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“Why should I believe you, mhm?” you taunt, pushing him again. A little harsher than before. The rush of power and confidence this gives you makes you feel alive, “you’ve been flirting with god knows how many perverts lately. Why should I believe your slutty little mouth, mhm?”

Taehyung mewls, chasing your foot with parted lips. The pressure you have on his forehead feels exhilarating to him. He knows that this is supposed to be his punishment, but he loves it so much that it very well could be considered a reward.

“Because I’m your slut”, he keens, arching his back, “only you get to step on me.”

“Is that so, mhm?” you taunt, running your foot down his face until you can rest your toes under his chin. You force him to look at you that way, feeling him gulp heavily.

“Yes”, Taehyung croaks and pouts devastatingly cutely, “please believe me, Empress. I’m your property.”

Your stomach flutters, your pussy throbs. 

“Fuck”, you press out, “fuck, Tae stop talking like this and use your mouth for good instead.”

Taehyung understands instantly, closing the distance between you and him to bury his face between your legs. 

You grip his hair and push him closer. You don’t want an easy entrance into the sensation, you want him to choke and struggle and moan. Taehyung does exactly that. He moans and suffocates on your sweet scent and struggles with holding back. Your grip on his wet hair aches, but he loves it. Your pussy smothers him, but he wants it harder. Your taste is addicting and he can’t stop. 

He flicks and swirls his tongue through your soaked folds, gripping your hips for support. If he wouldn’t hold you, he would probably pass out. Your cunt tastes like heaven.

“Fuck yes”, you groan, rolling your head back and closing your eyes, “don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

You are truly spoiled. Just hours before you had Yoongi between your legs, worshipping and licking your cunt until you were satisfied and now Taehyung does everything in his power to give you the best fucking head ever. He slurps and groans, licks and moans, sucks and growls and you feel yourself arching your back and clawing at his hair. You are so spoiled and you fucking love it.

You forgot how talented he is. It’s really been way too long since he last tasted you with such passion. He is fast and sloppy. Spit covers his lower face and your juices drip from his chin. He loves it, using his tongue even better to taste more of you. 

“Fuck Tae, seriously”, you moan, placing your foot on his shoulder. Taehyung moans and touches your ankle, running his big hand up and down your leg in a caress. This is to tell you that he is there for you. That you can always count on him to give you support. No matter what happens, he won’t ever let you fall. 

You twist his hair and pull him away from you. He mewls, looking up at you with pleading eyes. His lips are puffy and wet, his cheeks flushed in arousal. 

“You’re the best”, you rasp, “don’t you dare stop”, you say and control his movements.

Taehyung accepts his fate with his eyes rolling back. He begins eating you out again, doing so messily and full of desperation. He fucking loves to be control that way. Your pussy is the sweetest reward to him, so when you took it away, he felt his heart ache in yearning. To know that you decide for how long he can have you sends burning heat between his legs. He is nothing but your toy right now. A willing mouth to get off on. And he loves it, moaning around your clit as he sucks on her eagerly. 

“Yes…Tae….”, you groan, grinding your hips against him as you use his shoulder for leverage and keep a painful grip on his hair, “that’s it…yes…”

By the taste of you and the change in your heartbeat, you won’t last long anymore. Taehyung moans and whimpers, trying his very hardest to help you reach your climax with eager licks.

“That’s it, puppy, that’s it”, you lull and moan loudly, “so fucking good. Such a good toy.”

You don’t mind that you have to orgasm soon. On the contrary, it feels empowering to know that you are close. Because right now, you are deciding that you will cum. You are using his pretty face to get off. You forgave him, you really did, but you can’t deny the fact that deep down you wanted him to remember who can get him off so good. That only your pussy can taste so good and that only your orgasms will leave him feeling high. 

You press him closer and grip the edge of the sink. Taehyung flicks his tongue and moans. 

“Tae! Yes!” you call out and fall into the fire with an arch of your back. You keep him pressed against you as you shake, twisting his hair and digging your foot into his shoulder. You don’t care that your hips are chasing his mouth and therefore stealing him of his air. It’s what he deserves. He should remember who decides if he gets to breathe or not. 

You do. You decide it. Because you fucking own him. 

“Yes puppy! Fuck yes!”

Your orgasm is strong and burning hot. The surge of power makes you feel that way. His helpless little whimpers and panicked licks only add to the madness.  

You only really slow down once you feel too sensitive to continue. You drag him away even if he complains in a loud mewl for more. 

“Please”, he begs, looking at you with glassy, ruby eyes.

“That’s all you get”, you say, “make me a priority again and you’ll get more. Understood?”

“Yes, Empress”, Taehyung croaks and gulps, “I’m dizzy.”

“Mhm and I’m done with you”, you say, slipping your foot off his shoulder and jumping off the counter. 

“What?” he gasps, following you with widened eyes. He grasps for you, hugging your waist, “please don’t go yet.”

“Why not? I got what I wanted”, you say, staring him down with darkened eyes. His hug feels so good, but you need to pretend just a little longer. He should beg more. He sounds so sweet when he does. 

“Please”, he begs, burying his face in your stomach, “I’ll be good, please.”

“So cute”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “it’s a pity that I have to deny you.”

“Please Empress”, Taehyung pleads and buries his face between your legs instead, hoping that this will convince. If he does a good job, if he sucks and licks your pussy like a good puppy you won’t be able to deny him. Taehyung is sure of it. He just has to do a good job, eat your pussy like he means it and moan around your swollen clit until you have to gasp.

You gasp and stumble, twisting his hair. Taehyung moans, furrowing his brows in bliss. There it was. That sweet gasp of yours. He wants to do an even better job because of it, running his wet tongue through your folds in languid, strong flicks. He puts enough pressure on your pussy that you have to gasp again.

“Ah, fuck”, you choke out, feeling your knees buckle. You expected anything but not for him to wrap his mouth around your sensitive, swollen pussy.

He sucks and licks you, mewling loudly as he looks up at you with big puppy eyes. Everything inside you tells you to let yourself go, to let Taehyung bring you to another orgasm, but you shouldn’t. Denying him is too much fun.

You tug him away even if it hurts, “did I allow you to do that?” you spit.

“Please”, Taehyung begs, drooling all over his lap, “I’m begging you, don’t go. I can make you see heaven again, please.”

You stumble as he presses himself closer. Your back hits the glass door of the shower. 

“Ah, cold”, you gasp, arching your back. Taehyung takes advantage of your vulnerable state, connecting his mouth with your soaked pussy. He takes hostage of your clit instantly, sucking on her until your knees truly buckle.

“You- fuck ah”, you furrow your brows, writhing against the glass, “Tae ah, hah”, you laugh panickedly, twisting his hair, “Tae s-slow, oh god.”

Taehyung growls, sending a jolt through your legs. So he does it again, making your legs shake. 

“Fuck, you stubborn bast…fucking hell yes”, you moan, accepting your fate. Fine. He gets one more orgasm. You’ll be crazy if you pulled away now. His mouth feels like paradise. Truly, there is nothing better in this world than getting head from a vampire. Your sweet cunt is their feast and they are all too eager to show you their gratitude. Not one second feels less amazing than the other. You are being worshipped and it’s fucking glorious. 

“Faster”, you order, throwing your leg over his shoulder, “don’t be lazy, slut.”

Taehyung mewls and releases your pulsating clit to flick his tongue over her. He uses his supernatural powers for it, making your body convulse and writhe all on its own. 

This right here is another reason why head from a vampire is the best shit ever. They can use their powers to get you off better than any toy ever could. Their wet warmth never leaves you while strong vibrations run through your pussy. Truly, it’s life changing. 

“Faster”, you moan, arching off the glass. You grab his head with both hands, pushing him closer.

Taehyung obeys, moaning into you as you suffocate him with your sweetness. Sinful wet sounds fill the room. He is so fast on your clit that it gets hard to breathe.

You are close again and it’s sacrilegious. You don’t feel bad about it. On the contrary, you are so goddamn lost to the sensations that you can’t wait for your climax to hit you.

“Now”, you call out and fall into him, “Tae!”

Taehyung presses the flat of his tongue to your clit and grinds it against you to help you ride out your soul consuming high. His cock hurts so much, throbbing in his slacks with way too little room to move. He whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. This is all he exists for. Knowing that he can make you moan and shake like this.

You tug him away again once sensitivity gets too much. Your leg slips from his shoulder, you stumble with a groan.

“Damn”, you get out, dropping against the glass. You release his hair to run it through your own instead. The heat of the bathroom and your own rising body temperature managed to dry it at the very ends, “that was intense.”

Taehyung stands up and takes off his pants with trembling hands. You watch him with half lidded eyes and a hot fire in your stomach. He is so handsome. 

“What’s that supposed to be?” you ask, staring at his terribly hard cock. 

Taehyung steps out of his pants and pulls you close with his hands on your hips. His face is messy with your cum and his hair is disheveled. Like this, his cock rubs against your stomach, smearing his slick everywhere.

“Please don’t let this end”, he begs, “I’ve only gotten started, please it hurts so much.”

“Mhm”, you hum and wipe away some of your creamy pleasure, “you got dirty.”

“I’ll wash it away”, he dismisses you and lifts you. 

You allow it to happen with a smile on your face. You know what he was insinuating with that question and you can’t wait. You wrap your limbs around him, massaging his scalp as you pull him close. 

“This is so much fun”, you giggle.

“It is, oh darling I’m so obsessed with you. You’ve got me so hard.”

“Mhm Tae”, you say, pulling him into a kiss.

Taehyung enters the shower with you, kissing you back hungrily. The water turns on moments later, hitting your skin like cold lighting.

“Fuck, Tae. Cold”, you gasp and shiver.

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung whispers and kisses you. He pulls you against him to make up for the cold, grinding his cock up into you in needy movements of his hips, “how is that?”

“Don’t tease.”

“Darling”, Taehyung whimpers, throbbing against your clit. You ache for his cock. 

“Tae”, you break the kiss and twist his hair, “I’m not fucking asking.”

“I-I”, Taehyung gawks at you with submissive eyes. 

“Is that clear?”

“Yes Empress”, he whimpers.

“Then do it.”

Taehyung lowers you onto his cock. He glides into you easily, bottoming out with a sigh of your name. He grips you, pulls you close, inhales your scent. He is shaking uncontrollably, whimpering.

“There we go, puppy. That’s my puppy”, you sigh, massaging his scalp, “mhm you feel amazing”, you purr, tensing around him.

“So warm”, he chokes out, rolling his hips into you, “so soft”, he sighs, squeezing your tenderness, “so perfect. So goddamn perfect.”

“Tae”, you moan, closing your eyes and gripping his shoulder. His length fills you out so perfectly. Warmth engulfs you each time he bottoms out. “Tae, don’t stop puppy, that’s my good boy.”

“Empress, I’m yours”, he whimpers, chasing you desperately, “oh god, you feel so good.”

Taehyung didn’t grow tonight. He holds back willingly because for once, he wants to love you without his fucked up nature taking a hold of him. He feels charged in pleasure. You feel like heaven around his cock, making him forget about every single bad thing in his life. This is his heaven. You are his paradise. The only thing which makes him feel good. So good.

“My beautiful darling, oh my beautiful darling”, he chants, “I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Oh my beautiful darling.”

You like that he didn’t grow. His supernatural length feels exciting and perfectly overwhelming, but it feels so nice to have him fill you with something more natural tonight. Now, Taehyung is still very gifted even with his human cock and he knows exactly how to use it to make your toes curl, but it feels nice to not be pushed to the perfect limit. You are floating on the warm pleasure he gives you and it’s the most perfect sensation.

You run your fingers down his back and up again, pulling him flush against your chest. The water ripples and searches for new paths to rake, tickling your skin as it loses to gravity and drips onto the ground. It feels so warm, steaming up the room gradually.

Taehyung pants and gasps against the shell of your ear, pressing himself closer as his hips pick up speed. Not much, just enough to send electric pleasure through your veins.

“Hold me”, he moans, “you feel like heaven.”

“You feel like heaven”, you sigh, kissing his shoulder.

Taehyung falters and lifts his head. He gazes at your eyes then your lips. 

“Darling”, he whispers and kisses you. His hips continue where they left off, his lips move against yours in a passionate yet gentle kiss and you feel yourself falling.

You moan his name and pull him close, hooking your legs behind his waist as tightly as possible to make sure he doesn’t leave you. Taehyung stumbles and presses you against the shower wall.

“Cold”, you gasp, squirming in his arms.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers and silences your squeaks by kissing you deeply. The new support the tiled wall gives him, allows his hips to move even more passionately against yours. His cock graces your most favourite spots with each thrust, the muscles in his arms and back tense.

You barely feel the cold. He fills your every fiber with addicting fire and makes you melt. His mouth was heaven, but this right here is the endgame. His cock will always make you shake. And tonight it fills you with unbearable flutters of happiness as well. You missed this type of sex with him. Kinky, romantic and honest sex. He is so addicting when he acts this way, when he makes you feel so beautiful and sends you over the edge too many times to count.

“Ah”, you moan, breaking the kiss to throw your head back, “ah Tae, ah.”

Taehyung keens desperately and attacks your neck with open mouthed kisses. He is so starved for you. He knows that you can’t kiss him because you need to fight for air, but oh how he wants to kiss you, taste you and burn your sweetness into his memories. He licks and sucks on your neck until your skin feels tender, he nibbles and kisses your shoulders until you feel dizzy and he makes sure that not once his hips falter, fucking you just how you deserve to be fucked.

“Tae”, you sigh, closing your legs in search for friction, “Tae, that spot feels…ah.”

“Do you like it there?” he asks, rocking his hips in the way he did before. Like this, his tip grinds right against your g-spot while his lower tummy rubs against your clit. The combination mixed with his warmth and his kisses feels maddening to you.

“So much”, you moan and whimper, squirming in his strong arms.

“You are so perfect”, he moans, burying his face back in the crook of your neck, “so perfect. The most perfect. Oh, the most perfect”, he chants, chasing your pleasure with eager hips. How he loves to know that what he does makes you feel good. Oh, how he gets off on the feeling of your pulsating warmth and knowing that he was the reason for it.

“I won’t last long”, you confess, dimpling his shoulders from gripping them in desperation.

“That’s okay, let go my darling let go”, he encourages you and nibbles on your jawline, “but if you do, you have to know that I won’t stop.”

“W-what?” you stutter, gasping for air as he rolls his hips into you and stays buried deep inside you. He gives you deep and slow strokes, enabling his length to rub against your g-spot in a constant rhythm. This is going to throw you over the edge. To have him pay such precise attention to where it feels the best feels way too wonderful. Oh, every inch of you is burning up. You can’t get enough of him.

“I won’t stop, my darling. Oh, I’m going to fuck you until you are climaxing again”, he rasps, flicking his tongue against your neck, “so let go my darling, if you dare.”

“Tae, you fucking-”, you fall silent and break apart. His cocky nature was way too exciting to witness. You orgasm, scratching his shoulders as you grasp them for support.  He’s got you shaking and writhing with your pussy convulsing all around his throbbing cock.

“So good”, he croaks, hips stuttering because of how intensely you clench down on him, “this is….ah…so good.”

“Holy shit, don’t stop”, you moan, “serious, don’t stop you’re making me- ah!”

Taehyung whimpers, trying his hardest to keep the rhythm going. Maybe he doesn’t even have to wait for your second orgasm for too long. He just has to fuck you hard enough, good enough, deep enough and he’ll have you squirting around his cock. 

Black veins cover Taehyung’s cheeks, his cock grows just the slightest bit. 

“Don’t hold back”, he growls, bruising your flesh from gripping you. He grinds his tummy into your clit, fucks your deepest spots with expertise, holds you as you tremble.

You writhe uncontrollably, squeezing down on his cock. 

“Fuck!” you yelp, “fuck. now!”

Taehyung can barely feel it under the warm water, but he knows that you are squirting all over his legs and feet. He does feel how tight you get, how uncontrollably you spasm and throb and how your nails leave bloody scratch marks on his shoulders. You made sound once, but can’t anymore. It feels too good. Way too good.

This right here is another reason why you won’t ever grow tired of sex with them. This right here. This moment where you shake and cum and squirt until you physically can produce anymore. 

“I’m cumming”, Taehyung moans and slams his hand into the tiles beside your head. He shatters them, because if he hadn’t, he would have shattered you instead, “___ darling”, he growls, fucking into you roughly and without coordination. 

You moan right with him, hugging him close as he pumps you full of his hot seed. You knew that he couldn’t hold back once you started squirting. There must be something in your scent during those moments, but not one of your deliciously addictive vampires is able to withstand you during those moments, thanking you with masses upon masses of creamy, thick cum. Quite frankly, you are obsessed with them whenever that happens.

Taehyung finishes with a graphic curse. His hips still with a stutter, his cock throbs rhythmically in the aftermaths of his intense high. He is matching your breathing, leaning into you as he hugs you against him. 

He can’t speak. Neither can you. This ruined you. The water trickles and rushes as it washes over your bodies. It feels comforting to be rained down on by the shower. You feel so ruined and tired that the warmth of the water feels like a nice and long hug. 

Or perhaps it only feels that way because Taehyung is holding you close. You give him a squeeze.

“That was nice”, you whisper.

“Yes. Yes it was nice”, Taehyung breathes, lifting his head. He gives you a tired yet happy smile. 

You retort it, caressing his cheeks.

“We should probably leave the shower, shouldn’t we?”

“I don’t want to yet”, Taehyung says and lifts you off of him to set you down. He makes sure that you stand before he lets go of your waist. Then he cups your face, tilting your head to pull you into a kiss. 

It is a sweet kiss, filled with gratitude and honest love. You sigh into it, melting into a puddle of adoration. This is the type of kiss you so dearly missed from him. 

He breaks it only because he wanted to look at you. 

“Allow me to wash your hair and soap your body”, he says. 

“Only if I can do the same to you”, you allow him and he nods his head. 

You wash each other that night. You take a terribly long time doing so because you hug and kiss and slow dance under the warm water. Afterwards, you help each other dry and you giggle doing it because of how nice it was to share such a mundane yet incredibly bonding moment with each other.

The bathroom and bedroom are filled with warm, humid air once you finish and so Taehyung ends up opening the bedroom window to let in fresh air. You cuddle up under the blanket, sharing warmth that way while the room cools. It felt so good to do as Taehyung kept stealing sweet kisses from you. 

You read each other stories that night and you giggle and laugh and hug way too many times. 

“And as he…”, Taehyung falls silent upon hearing you make a small sound, “sweetest?”

He lowers the book he was reading out of. You have fallen alarmingly unresponsive in his arms. Your breathing is slow and your body softer than usual. 

“Sweetest?”

No answer from you.

“Mhm”, he hums and reaches for the bedside lamp, turning it off by its string. Then he settles into the heap of pillows, pulling you into his chest, “good night”, he whispers, kissing the crow of your head, “I promise you, I will heal and relearn how to love you like I did in the past. Please be patient with me.”

You shift in your sleep and for a second, Taehyung was worried that you were awake. Your head tilts up, your sleepy eyes meet his gaze. His nervousness grows. You weren’t supposed to hear his stupid confession.

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself”, you say in a barely there voice, “okay?”

“Okay”, Taehyung chokes out. 

“I love you too, darling Tae”, you whisper and hide back in his chest. You wiggle slightly. Just once and then your body grows the softest it has felt tonight. One huff of air and you stop moving. You have finally fallen asleep.

That night, Taehyung falls asleep without feeling the need to cry. For the first time in forever, Taehyung felt at peace. Not with what happened, but because you made him see that there was something other than cruelty waiting for him on this earth.

[misfitmin]

LOWKEY // BM

BM x OC

| Tags : gn!oc, afab!oc, public oral sex, degrading kink, praise kink,

DISCLAIMER: This is a 18+ fic based on BM’s new single album LOWKEY. I'm a baby writer so if the story seems badly written my bad lmaooo.

There he is…. the man I need in ways I can't even explain  

Kairi goes out to the party at the club their bestie Momo invited them out to. Kairi stands at a table waiting for Momo per usual because she can never be on time anywhere.

Kairi spots Big “Mac Daddy’’ Matthew across the room admiring his smile, his hair perfectly slicked back hair. Tall and sexy. Kairi couldn’t help but fantasize about the things they would do to him while they waited for Momo’s slow ass.

Momo:  ‘’BESTIEEEEEEEEE’’ Kairi hears the familiar voice of their long-time bestie Momo. 

Kairi: ‘’Where have you been?! You were supposed to be here an hour ago’’ 

Kairi says while smacking Momo playfully. 

Momo: “Sorry I know I'm hella late I lost track of time getting ready,” she says as 

Kairi zones out again getting distracted by the beautiful man that BM is. 

Momo: “Fren are you even listening?” 

Kairi snaps out of their daze.

Kairi:  “Yea girl I’m listening,” they say, still half gazing at BM. “Damn I need him in the most unholy ways” 

Kairi lets their inner dialogue slip. 

Momo shocked replies

Momo:  ``Girl who you talkin' bout?”

Realizing they spoke out loud slightly embarrassed they point at BM across the room. 

Kairi: “Him, the finest man in this party right now.”

They say as they happen to make eye contact with him.

BM’s POV

BM: “Yo this party ain’t hitting we gotta get this shit more hype” 

He says as he happens to catch Kairi lookin at him. He’s blown away by their beauty. His heart races. 

“Yo shawty over there fine,”  he thinks to himself.

BM: “ Yo peep shawty over there fine asf, I’m tryna vibe with them” 

he says to his friend. 

Peniel turns his head to see. 

Peniel: “Daaaaamn yo you gon make a move on shawty” 

Peniel says hyping his friend up. 

BM: “Hell yeah, bro.” 

He starts walking towards Kairi nervous but cool and confident. 

Kairi POV

Kairi: “FUCK MOMO HE’S WALKING OVER HERE” 

Kairi says panicked but trying to stay composed 

“Girl stay cool we just vibing I’ll back you up babygirl” 

Kairi takes a deep breath before they can say anything BM says 

BM: ‘’Hey wassup I’m BM what's your name?’’

Kairi:  “My name is Kairi’’

BM: “Kairi I like that’’

Kairi:’’ Thank you”

BM: ‘’So Kairi do you and your friend wanna join me and my friend and vibe tonight? It be great to have you’’

Kairi glances at Momo, Momo shakes her head in agreeance 

Kairi: ‘’ We’re down lets get lit’’

BM takes Kairi’s hand and leads them and Momo to introduce his Friend Peniel. They exchange greetings get drinks and vibe together. Like the perfect clique. Momo and Peniel hit it off well and spent the whole night laughing and dancing together. While BM and Kairi are dancing vibing exchanging whispers to each other creating sexual tension as they rub and grind on each other. 

Red Nose by Sage the Gemini starts playing Momo and Kairi's faces light up. BM and Peniel already know what's up.

BM: Yall know the dance to this song?

Kairi & Momo: in sync HELL YEA WE DO!!!

BM grabs Kairi by the waist, and Peniel and Momo follow suit. 

“All this money on me now come take it from a G all she tryna do is get naked (naked naked naked)’’

Kairi starts throwing ass and BM is catching it. BM Loves the view from behind. He places his hands on the round and voluptuous, juicy black booty. He moves his hands around, rubbing and smacking their ass. They moved their bodies to the rhythm in sync as their sexual euphoria fills the air. 

The music transitions to Body Party by Ciara, and the vibe becomes more sensual. 

Kairi stands up straight, still being held by BM at the waist they start widening their hips rubbing up on BM slowly in an up-and-down motion, wrapping one arm around his neck. BM whispers in their ear softly, causing Kairi to feel a pleasurable shiver run down their spine.

BM: Tryna go somewhere lowkey 

Kairi: Yeah let's go. I'm tryna see what you packing Daddy 

BM: Mmm is that so?

Kairi: Yeah I wanna know if you can handle all this

BM: smirking  Common lil mama.

BM signals to Peniel that he’s heading out dapping him up, and Kairi hugs Momo as they head out. BM’s driver comes around and the pair gets into the dark-tinted windowed car. 

In the car, they feel up on each other. Kissing while Kairi rubs on BM’s dick. Letting out soft moans BM grips on Kairi’s thick thighs rubbing and scratching, turning Kairi on even more. Kairi slyly unzips BM’s pants with one hand as they pulled out his hard throbbing dick with the other, smirking to themselves they give the tip a light lick, teasing him further. Starting at the tip, they slowly make their way to the base. Inch by inch disappearing further down their throat, making Kairi thankful for not having a gag reflex all while BM arch his back causing more of his hard cock to go down Kairi’s throat. The feeling of their tight throat sent chills down his spine making him crave more. As they get closer to his house, the pair barely get out of the car with their clothes on in presentable fashion, the temptation to finish what had been started weighing on their minds as they barely make it to the door before their hands find and start exploring each other's body. They had just barely entered the house and closed the door before their clothes started flying off their bodies and drifted to the floor.

BM picked up Kairi, his arms underneath their legs as their arms wrapped themselves around his neck, the two kissing as they made their way from the doorway and to the spacious living room. BM laid Kairi gently on the couch, looking down at their flushed state before moving to kiss their slightly swollen lips and down their neck, taking the time to leave marks all over as he began suckling on the sweet spot between their throat and shoulder, causing Kairi to moan out as they raised their hand to their mouth in a half-hearted effort to stifle the sounds. BM moved his lips down to their breasts and thighs, teasing their nipples with a light bite and the inside of their thighs with their hands keeping them spread for him. He edges close to their pussy, his mouth leaving more marks on them. Pleased with himself, BM comes up to look at the visibly frustrated and well-teased Kairi with a smirk. 

BM: Let’s hop in the shower

Kairi: slightly frustrated mmmm okay daddy 

BM guides them up the stairs to the bathroom, a sleek black-tiled room with fancy red LED lights and gold detailing. The shower is a clear spacious space, big enough to fit two, Kairi notices with a smile. BM turns on the shower with a waterfall showerhead. 

BM: Imma go get sum drinks and when I come back I want you naked 

He kisses Kairi and heads downstairs. Kairi takes off their underwear and bra and looks at themself in the mirror admiring their beautiful black body now marked with BM’s lovin. Replaying the events up until now in their head they began to touch the places BM had touched and teased their body. Starting by caressing their voluptuous breasts, then moving down to rub and pinch their nipples between their fingers and moving upwards towards their neck to touch each mark left by BM in the mirror. As a shiver runs through their spine, the warm air from the shower filling the room not helping their flustered state, their hands made their way down to their pussy feeling how wet they are as they rub their clit in small circles. Moaning softly rubbing their clit faster.  BM Walked on in setting the drinks on the nightstand for after their shower. He comes behind Kairi rubbing on them and guiding them to the shower. 

BM: Mmmm you look so sexy playing with yourself.

Kairi: Yeah you want a taste

They take their fingers drenched in pussy juices and put them in his mouth

BM: Damn baby you taste good

They step into the shower lathering each other in soap rubbing and kissing. Letting the lust swallow them whole. Letting the water run over them, kissing every inch of their bodies. They continue to kiss passionately, eating each other up with every smack. Finally, they get out smiling at each other, BM grabs warm towels and wraps one around Kairi and then one around himself he leads them to the bed. The room was black with red LED lights perfect for the mood, candles lit cool air blowing BM handed Kairi some soju. BM takes a shot and then kisses Kairi spilling the sultry slightly sweet drink into their mouth. Kairi getting impatient. 

Kairi: Lay back baby I'm bout to put this pussy on you like you never experienced before pushes BM back straddling his face 

BM: Lays back and grabs their waist letting out a soft moan Damn lil mama

Kairi: Eat my pussy baby make me cum all over that sexy face 

Licking and sucking on their clit inserting his fingers as they ride his face. Kairi moans calling his name. Grinding their hips back and forth aggressively. Feeling the sensation of BM’s tongue and lips sucking licking hitting the right spot over and over, becoming overwhelmed with pleasure they get close to cumming

Kairi: fuck ugh baby just like that ahh don't stop.

BM: mmm yes mama cum on my face. 

Kairi: Shit im boutta cum ah ah ah UGHHHHH FUCK!!

Kairi squirts and BM cums the simultaneously 

Kairi collapses on the bed weak all over and out of breath. They lick the mess off BM’s face, cleaning him up. 

BM: damn lil mama dat pussy is some serious 

Kairi: You love it huh

BM: Hell yea I don’t think I can ever get enough

Kairi: Yeah show me but we gon need a safe word first

BM: Bet how about Black rose

Kairi: I like that

After agreeing on the safe word, BM smirks and flips Kairi over on the end of the bed, He gets up rubbing his dick. He slowly feeds each inch into Kairi’s mouth until all 8 inches are down their throat. As he begins to fuck their throat he moans at the tight, warm space that envelopes his throat. He moans again, thrusting more as their throat grips his dick like a vacuum, refusing to let go. Kairi takes all of BM so well, no reflex, swallowing him whole. Sending chills down his spine in bliss. Shocked at how well they're taking his dick, BM’s moans get louder and louder, getting closer and closer to finishing.

BM: Damn your throat feels so good. It’s so tight~~ 

BM: fuck mama I’m boutta cum *huff huff* be a good slut and swallow 

Kariri: *gagged* mmmm yess daddy 

BM: fuk~~ baby I'm cumming FUK I-

Sweet release Kairi swallows every drop. BM falls to his knees weak and panting, reeling from the out-of-body experience, He had never felt this good before. There was something different bout Kairi. He kisses them passionately. Caressing their head still hanging from the bed. Staring into their eyes passionately admiring their beauty. Taken aback, he thinks how could he come across someone so mysterious yet stunning?

Kairi: You like that didn't you

BM: Absolutely, you're a demon the way you had my dick in your throat. 

Kairi: Mmmhmmm *kisses him*

BM: Get on all fours baby I’m boutta fuck you crazy 

Kairi: Oh! 

Intrigued, Kairi gets on their hands and knees on the bed, their pussy soaking wet. BM lightly rubs their pussy getting them wetter. He teases their entrance with a small smirk as they moved his hand away and replaced it with his dick. Smacking their ass with his hard cock was like watching a tidal wave effect on that ass. He eases it in by thrusting slowly. In shock, Kairi moans loudly, trembling and taking inch by inch. BM grabs their hair speeding up a bit. Kairi feels his dick in their guts losing their sanity, while he fucks them brainless. He pushes their head down gripping their waist and stroking faster and faster. Scratching their back.

Kairi: DADDY~~~ uggggggh *incoherent noises* faster baby mmmm faster.

BM: Yea mmm you're taking it so well. You're such a good slutty princess. Now I want to hear you scream my name.

Kairi: MATTHEW~~~~~

BM: Louder princess

Kairi: MATTHEW~~~~~

BM: Mmmm that's it baby just like that.

BM pulls out and flips Kairi into missionary. Before Kairi can catch their breath, BM puts their legs on his shoulders Stroking harder and faster than before, while he watches as  Kairi’s eyes roll back and their soul leaves their body. His dick poking through their guts. BM grabs their neck gripping it firmly, choking them out. 

BM: That’s it, mama. Fuck you look so good making those faces

Kairi: Mmmmm ahhhh haaaa fuck daddy you feel so good don't stop.

BM: Beg for it, baby

Kairi: Mmmm pleaseee Daddy don't stop. I cum in me. *huff huff* Fill me up mmm I beg

BM:  *moans* Say you’re Daddy’s slut 

Kairi: I’m Daddy’s slut.

BM: Whose pussy does this belong to?

Kairi: You!~

BM: Who?

Kairi: YOU DADDY YOU!

They cum at the same time letting out moans of heavenly bliss. BM falls on top of Kairi breathing heavily drenched in sweat and cum. Kairi's entire body shook from pleasure. They kiss softly BM caressing Kairi’s beautiful face. He gets off top of them grabbing the towel from earlier whipping their body down caringly, like he’s polishing a piece of art. He lays back down cuddling them, wrapping them in his arms. 

BM: That was amazing 

Kairi: it was. I can't feel my body at all.

BM: Me neither. 

Kairi: I was not expecting this at all.

BM: Me neither. I’d be a fool to let you slip through my fingers  *kisses them on the forehead*

Kairi: What are you implying

BM: I wanna get to know you more.

Kairi: I think that would be amazing.

They share a kiss, falling asleep blissfully, wrapped in each other's arms feeling a sense of comfort and warmth. 

[tamelee]

random question but if you were to change ONE thing about the naruto universe (naruto, naruto shippuden, baruto), what would it be? i love reading your opinions. they're so well-put but feel free to ignore if you don't want to answer or if you've answered something similar before :)

Oh, thank you! *-* And I have before maybe? But my answer might’ve changed by now!

I’m such an idiot though, I read over the ‘Universe’ part and wrote a whole answer about what I would’ve changed about the story itself :’)!! I changed it~

Do you mean the Setting? Politics? The System? Powers? It’s hard to say what I would change because any necessary changes had to be discovered by the characters themselves. For most questions we already have answers. (Though not all are executed.) The Setting was a platform for problems and the characters caused a plot to happen which purpose was to find answers, right? On towards the great aha-moments~

To me anything ‘boruto’ isn’t included in the Narutoverse though, because it really has nothing to do with ‘Naruto’ and it’s an entirely different world where a lot of things contradicts what we knew about it and the issues about the world are forgotten and blamed on aliens because that’s easier I guess and we can keep pretending to all be happy besties because Sasuke was right and we have a common enemy 🙄

But introducing that concept in Part 2 with Kaguya and her sons is definitely something I would change. Everyone can start reading/watching 'Naruto' and understand that using Jutsu through energy from within the body is more than enough. A little exposition here and there to see how that works with the body or whenever anything new came up, was all that is needed. But even then, it wasn’t really necessary to understand the physics of it all and I bet rarely anyone really remembered the first time as I rarely see 'stamina' mentioned. Literally no one. No one ever. Not a single soul needed an explanation about some magical fruit hanging from the 'god tree' that one alien lady one day decided to eat. (I'm getting scared for Sasuke now ngl.)

It’s like watching horror movies. The ‘horror’ literally gets destroyed when they show what the mysterious and invisible antagonistic demon/ghost/killer ACTUALLY is. Give it an appearance or over-explain and you ruin all the fun. Have you seen Paranormal? That's why the first one worked despite the low rating and why the ones where they gave the ghosts a shape/body didn't. And this sorta happened with ‘Naruto’ as well. We didn't need it, nor Kaguya's sob-backstory, or the excruciatingly drawn-out Shinobi war because of it. I guess one thing that really has always annoyed me about it as well is that it made people believe that Naruto and Sasuke’s bond solely relied on fate/destiny even if that wasn't said specifically. That their feelings all of a sudden were presupposed and had nothing to do with.... the entirety of their journeys like wth! The whole point for them was to find their individuality only to say in the end that SIKE the only reason they even interacted was because they had ancient chakra clinging to them. As if all they have done didn’t matter because it wasn’t even them, it was influenced by Hagoromo's alien children. Come on now. 

So, I would remove the entire explanation about the origin of Chakra. It is perfectly fine to create a world where that just is. We don’t need to know why and neither do the characters. Shinobi are all born in a world where that is normal and no one cares about finding it out either because it doesn't even matter, IT WASN'T THE ISSUE. I would keep the real issues in the world and have them fix, acknowledge and face them all because it is the world that they’ve always known and to their knowledge always has been. Rabbit aliens be damned. 

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Seven.

Eeeeeek, here it is, then. Le bomb. Huge thanks to you all for your diligence in reading and engaging, I’m thrilled you like it! I’m going to lower the note count to 30 for the remaining chapters. All at your own pace, besties! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 1,928

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Come on, Julia Roberts. Get that butt inside.”  

Hannah snort laughed at her stepmother’s words, sinking into her embrace as she entered her childhood home. The smell of her perfume was comforting to her, just as it always had been. Hannah had only been two years old when her birth mother had died, sadly not surviving the triple negative breast cancer that had taken her life at just thirty years old, and thus not remembering her at all.  

At Jackie’s insistence, pictures of Lydia remained within the home, though, for the two children she’d left behind, so her presence was always there. Ever since she’d arrived in their lives when Hannah was three and a half, though, Jackie had been mom. They considered themselves very lucky as a family, that Jackie, still so young at only twenty-four, had taken on the role of mother to her and Steven with such ease and efficiency, fitting into the family unit perfectly.  

Steven always called her Jackie, but for Hannah, because she had no memories of Lydia, had called her mom quite soon into her meeting and moving in with her father, something Jackie had never expected, but adored all the same. “I made banana bread, it’s just cooling. Here, take a seat. Dad is out with the dogs, but he should be home soon.”  

The scent was wafting throughout the house, filling the air, Jackie’s baking skills legendary within the Gray family. Hannah sat herself down at the kitchen table, toeing her flipflops off, giving her toes a little wiggle as she was presented with a large mug of coffee. “How are you feeling?”

God, how was she feeling? Four days on and she was still relieved, but it hung over her, how awful she’d been to jilt someone. “Like I’ve been through a little war!” Her confession was met by a nod, Jackie sitting down as Hannah continued. “It feels selfish, though, like I shouldn’t get to feel like that after abandoning my fiancé at the altar. I know it was terrible, mom, I do, but...”

“Han, stop.” Jackie was well used to it by now, her stepdaughter’s penchant for spiralling when she finally came to her senses and began to think – often too late – over the consequences of her impulsive actions. “All of this was emotionally tasking on you, too. Me and the family, we’re all just glad you finally did make the right decision, because I can tell you, dad and I did not relish it one bit, having to bear witness to you marrying that man.”

Her reassurance was nice to hear, but still, Hannah panicked about the chaos in the wake of her decision. “Yes, but then I think of all the stress I caused in the time following, I mean, the venue was all set up, what the hell happened to all of that food? Who went in and smoothed it all over? What about the gifts, everything else, the people we’d booked for entertainment?”

“Dad and I sorted it all. The food went to the local homeless shelter, we told people to take back their gifts, and the band and magician had already been paid, so when they turned up, the venue explained simply that the wedding hadn’t gone ahead. It was no bother. Wendy attempted to make it a bother, but sweetie, trust and believe mommy here shot her the heck down.” she frowned, adding a whisper of ‘can’t stand that effing woman’ before blowing her coffee and taking a careful sip.  

“Yeah, Ange told me!” she chuckled, Jackie winking. “You look like you enjoyed that far too much.”

“She’s a stuck-up old broad who never thought you were good enough for her perfect son. It’s because she’s never done anything but dote on him and tell him how perfect he is that he’s like this, always needing his own way, because he’s never been told no before. Oh, she threw some s-h-i-t at me, I can tell you.” It always entertained Hannah, that Jackie never swore, often spelling out her swears, or using effing instead of fucking.  

“What did she throw at you? She told me that I was a disgrace. I received the obligatory angry text message,” Hannah asked, sipping her coffee and welcoming Buster, the family cat onto her lap, the ginger tabby settling to begin making biscuits upon her thigh. Thank heavens she was wearing jeans, because Buster never let a thing like bare legs get in the way of his dough kneading.  

“Oh, she threw it all at me, how you were never good enough for him, much too independent, yadda, yadda. And then for some bizarre reason, she brings up the fact that your dad is seventeen years older than me, which puzzled the heck out of me so much, I just laughed. She didn’t take too well to that. Your dad called her a vile old witch and we left at that point. I mean honestly, the woman didn’t have anything cogent. Much too independent, hah! With how he controlled every last facet of your relationship?” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Jesus, I’m so glad you didn’t go through with it. Yeah, it was bad to jilt him, but heavens, it was a relief for us that you did!”

“Yep, no more Wendy, for one thing.”

Jackie burst out laughing, just as the front door opened. “Exactly!”  

“Do I smell banana bread?” her dad called, letting the dogs off their leashes, Piggy and Buddy flying in to greet Hannah with lots of slobbery kisses, Buster receiving a thorough grooming, too. If the cat could have spoken, he would have stated that he mildly tolerated he presence of the two boisterous American bulldogs within his home, but the truth was, he loved them, always curling up with them for cuddles and grooming of a night, playing with them in the day, and batting them with his paws in reprimand when they got too much for his preferred lackadaisical pace.

“You do, but it doesn’t mean you get to inhale the entire thing like Homer Simpson,” Jackie called back, Rob appearing in the doorway.  

“You ruin all my fun.” He greeted his daughter with one of his bone crunching hugs, Hannah finding herself humorously being swayed violently from side to side, as her dad always did. “You’ve no idea how glad I am not to be hugging Mrs Hansen!”

“Everything else aside, so am I!”

“Everything else? What do you mean, everything else? Is he being difficult?” No. It did not take much for Rob Gray to venture into protective daddy mode.

“He isn’t, no. I arrived back from Shonda’s the following morning to find he’d already started moving out, Catherine turned up in a U-Haul, so it was one clean sweep. No, I just meant that I still feel prickled by what I did, regardless of knowing that it was the right thing to do.”  

Her dad nodded, pouring himself a coffee from the pot, his hand hovering near the baked goods currently perfuming the air.  

“One more move towards that banana bread and you’ll feel my apron over the back of your legs! Let it cool!” Jackie threatened, removing it from where she’d placed it over the back of her chair, shaking it in his direction.  

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he winked, coming to sit down, Hannah in soft fits. “Right thing, maybe slightly wrong timing, kid. But, as I’ve been saying endlessly to your mom, I’m just fucking glad you did.”

“Language!” Jackie chastised, Rob grabbing her hands and kissing them.  

“Oh, oh, she’s disciplinary this afternoon!” As Hannah sat and watched her parents enter one of their hilarious little badinage exchanges, she marvelled to herself. What they had, it was what she wanted, someone she had that spark with, that vibe. Michael had been so rigid in that respect, often calling her parents immature because they still had a lot of fun with one another.  

God, the wool she’d pulled over her own eyes in convincing herself she was happy, it was double knitted. It must have been, for her not to see years before just how much he truly wasn’t the guy for her. It flashed through her mind then, sitting in that bar next to Manny as they laughed hysterically, Hannah realising she’d probably laughed more in one afternoon with a perfect stranger than she had with Michael in the entirety of their six-year relationship.  

Manny. As the days stretched into weeks following their meeting, she did want to call him. She truly did, yet what came flying at her over those weeks, eventually months, well, she found herself with much more concerning things on her mind. That wasn’t to say she didn’t reach out to him again, though, when she knew she really, really had to.  

“Well, ain’t you a blast from the past, Hannah banana,” Manny spoke upon answering his phone, walking outside of the clubhouse so he could hear her over the sound of Coco being his usual, noisy self. “What can I do for you?”

“I need to see you, Manny. Are you free this afternoon?” He thought it perplexing, that the woman he’d had a one-night stand with nearly exactly a year ago was calling him up again, presumably for more of the same when in truth, he’d thought she’d forgotten all about him.  

“I am, but if it’s for what I think it is, I ain’t in the market for that. I’m with someone.”

“Oh, god no. Nothing like that, I promise. But it is serious, though.” His senses tingled at hearing that, wondering what it was, getting a cold wave suddenly go through him when he remembered being contacted by an ex a few months after he’d had sex with Hannah, telling him to get himself tested for HPV, of which he’d found out he had. Oh, dear. He expected he was about to get busted right in the chops.  

“Alright, do you know where Romero Brothers is?” She said she didn’t but would get there with the aid of Google maps giving her directions, the call ending, leaving him to wince his way back into the clubhouse.  

“Hey yo, what’s with the face?” Angel called to him. “You’ve gone whiter than my wife, and that’s saying something.” He received an elbow in the side from the lady herself, Lily pursing her lips.  

“I am not that pale!”

He snorted. “Baby, you make copy paper look like it's got colour!” Turning back to Manny, he lifted his chin. “So, the face. What gives?”

“I think I’m about to get a smackdown from a girl, and I’ll leave it at that until she arrives.” he spoke cryptically, picking up his beer and draining it. Half an hour passed until a small, white SUV pulled up in the yard, Manny seeing Hannah climb out, opening up the back of the car and disappearing from view. “Oh yeah, she got a baseball bat in there or some shit. Fuck my damned life.” he muttered to himself, looking down at his feet.  

When he lifted his head again, he saw what she’d gone in the back of the vehicle to retrieve, and it most definitely wasn’t a weapon.  

“So, this is ten shades of difficult, and I don’t really know where to begin, so I’m just going to come out and say it,” Hannah stated as she walked over, Manny feeling his eyes bulge, his heart pounding in shock. “Manny, this is Lola. Your daughter.”  

[gadriezmannsgirl]

So im the anon who asked when you'll publish again cuz I missed it and I just wanna say sorry im so late but i jus saw ur post. BESTIE i dont even know where to begin. so first im gonna say i just read the new fermin fic and it was INCREDIBLE. SO CUTE. AND I LOVED IT. second, i want to give you my complete understanding. of course im not a writer but it takes very little empathy to understand why a lack of engagement would make you demotivated to write. im so sorry and im sure others here too that we dont give u the appreciation u deserve. for me personally, its the fact that im afraid to come off on anon and comment with my account, but i realize even i can give feedback through anon. whenever you are ready to come back, even sporadically, i will talk to u more here because u deserve to hear what we think of the fics u so cutely write for us to enjoy. let me just tell you for now that i have never found someone that does non smut in such a mature way. i cant even explain what i am thinking so bare with me i hope you get this. often i just want to read reality and what a real relationship with these boys are like. that's the stuff that makes me kick my feet and giggle fr. but you are one of the only ones that can do that in a way which is perfectly descriptive and realistic. your fic with Gavi for the fight after he waves a sandwich in your face??? BBG. i cant believe i never told u how much i loved that detail. of course it was a shit thing for his character to do but that is the kind of stuff that realistically happens in a relationship fight and leads to a silent treatment and argument -> discussion -> solution like in ur fic. i was reading it with my mouth covered like damn she got it JUST RIGHT. i legit read ur fics over and over they are so SO good and SO well crafted. i really feel like i am in these stories. and i know it wasn't your intent so please dont feel bad for your well deserved post to my anon note, but i feel so embarrassed that i never gave u the credit u deserve. please dont look at this anon and let it pressure u into writing again because that is nowhere near my intention. i just want to say take your time, relax and also GET READY. cz im gonna talk to u more and more like i should and all ur followers should. te queremos!!!!!!!!!!! i even learned some slang from ur culture clash fics

Hello dear anon! I hope you're doing great! :) First of all, I'm truly glad you liked the fermín fic and thank you for taking your time to write this lovely message, it means a lot💖

Thank you for also understanding my point of view, I don't really want to come off as rude or ungrateful, that's not my intention and it will never be. It's just really hard to come, write for hours, wanting to do something enjoyable for others and not get any feedback (I know it is not mandatory but it would be very nice for me and I can take constructive criticism to improve in new writings), but it's also something that it's going to the point where I reblog any ask game or tell you guys that I'm bored and wanna chat with any of you and only two or three asks pop up in my inbox (And I don't even know if those two-three asks are from the same person😭🤷🏻‍♀️) however when I post that my requests are open, I can assure you that my inbox can be 0 but once I come back +20 asks are in there and it makes me kinda feel like I'm just here to write. write. write. write and write😭

I also understand you, if I wasn't a writer here I would also go to my favorite writers inbox and tell them my thoughts as anon but like you said you're writing on anon, which means I don't know your account (or anyone who writes on anon) you could be also commenting on my post/reblogging/etc and I wouldn't even know it's you! Either way I respect that🙏🏻and I appreciate the fact you'll be on my inbox more often either if it's to rant about your day, talk about a fic or anything, even if I'm not as active with writing as I used to be, you can still sent me an ask and I will gladly answer you!🌻✨

I try my best to do the fics as realistic as possible, obviously I don't know the guys (sadly😭) but I try my best to imagine how they can be outside the pitch and insert that into a real life couple with ups and downs but gurrrllll you even made me go back and read the sandwich fic 😂lol. Anywho, I'm really glad you like my fics and go back to read them again when I'm away for a bit. Slang🇻🇪 is very chevere, hopefully I get to do once again Latina!reader😌 Once again thank you for your message and once more I don't want to be rude or ungrateful. 💜 yu guys too, hope you're having a great day/evening/night!

[craftycheetah]

i desperately need more of pack!bakusquad x reader

I'm so sorry this took so long to respond to 😅

part 1

CW: assumed infidelity, polyamory, language

Mina knocked on your dorm door, peeking her head inside, her fruity and floral scent slowly flooding your room. “Hey, bestie,” she smiles. “How ya feeling?”

“Better. A lot less stressed than earlier,” you sigh.

“What happened earlier? I smelled Eijirou and Katsuki, but they were gone when I got there. Also, Hinako was dragging a beat-up Monoma. As much as I dislike him, I don’t know if he deserves a beating that bad. Spill the tea, sug,” she pleads, closing the door behind her and sitting on the floor beside you.

After explaining how Katsuki and Eijirou beat up Monoma, you giggle as Mina gasps.

“Damn!” She exclaimed. “They went ham on him!”

“Yeah, I kind of panicked because I watched the end of it go down. So what’s up?”

“I wanted to know if you’re busy. Maybe we can still go to the mall, but instead, we make it a pack thing?”

“I dunno, what if something happens…” you mumble, looking at your rug.

“Nothing bad’ll happen. And if it does, you’ve got me, your packmate and Omega bestie, by your side. It’s gonna be fine,” Mina grins, squealing when your scent sweetens as you nod.

A new scent invades your room as your eyes gravitate towards the door. A smile appears on your face as Denki leans on your doorframe. “Hey, cuties!” He beams. “What’re you two talking about?”

“We’re gonna go to the mall!” Mina squeals.

“Do you want one of us to come with?”

“Actually, we wanted it to be a pack thing, if you don’t mind,” you call out.

“Lemme go tell the guys! You two change, and we’ll meet you outside,” Denki grins, his citrus and copper scent fading as he leaves.

Mina turns back to you. “This should be fun!”

Stepping off the bus, you walked beside Hanta and Hitoshi as you and the rest of your pack made their way inside. “So, where do you guys wanna go?” Eijirou smiles as he rests an arm on Katsuki, looking at you and Mina.

“I wanna buy art supplies and then go to the arcade,” you smile.

“Cat cafe,” Hitoshi replies stoically.

“We’ll go later, babe, I promise,” Denki smiles, hugging Hitoshi.

Hitoshi rumbles softly and gives him a soft smile.

“Ooh, there's that place I wanted to take you and Hinako the other day.”

“You two were gonna come here?” Hanta asks, looking at you.

“Yeah but we canceled ‘cause of Eiji and Kat.”

“Why?” 

“How about I take the girls to get the stuff they want, then while you guys go do what you need to do and maybe talk about what happened and we meet at the arcade, then finish up at the cat cafe?” Denki offers.

“That sounds like a good idea. Just don't get distracted,” Hanta warns before glaring at two of his alphas.

“I’ll go with them,” Hitoshi offers. 

“Thanks. Now you two,” Hanta glares at Katsuki and Eijirou as the four of you leave. “We need to talk.”

You sit outside the waiting room, occasionally rummaging through your bag, fawning over the art supplies and sketchbook you bought. “Ooh, I can’t wait to use them!” you squeal silently as Hitoshi rests his head on top of yours, hugging you from behind. “Ah, ‘Toshi, what’re you doing?!”

“Nuzzling my omega. Where’s Mina?” he mumbles, his deep voice reverberating through you.

“I'm in here,” Mina calls out before stepping out in an oversized black flannel with a low-cut black tank top, fishnets, and black shorts with platform boots. “So, whaddya think?”

You look up from the bag, squealing. “Oh my god you look so pretty! I have a bag back at the dorms that matches this perfectly! Ooh, you’ve gotta buy it, you just have to!” you squeal. “Right guys? Guys?”

You look at Hitoshi and Denki, whose eyes haven’t left Mina’s form since she stepped out of the changing room.

“Is it bad?” Mina whines, a faint smell of wilting flowers and burnt amber filling the air.

“No! No!” Denki throws his hands up in the air. “Of course it’s not bad!”

“So pretty…” Hitoshi drones, his pupils dilated. “You’re so beautiful, Mina!”

Her scent starts to sweeten as they stare at her in awe.

“Woop woop! That’s my girl!” You cheered, clapping. 

“Thanks. I'll go change and pay for this. Meet me outside?” 

“Sure.”

“I’ll stay with you. Gotta look out for my ‘mega.”

You playfully roll your eyes and follow Denki out of the store, sitting next to him on a nearby bench. 

After Mina paid, Denki sent a text to the others, letting them know they were on the way to the arcade. The rest dignified the text with a response, each sending their own form of a positive message. 

After entering the arcade and buying tokens, you looked around for your first game victim.

“Hey toshi, look there's a racing game!” You grabbed his hand. “I doubt you could beat me!”

“Which one of us doesn’t have a license?” He raised a brow.

“Which one of us still can’t drive?” You giggle, trying to imitate his facial expression.

“Touche.”

The two of you took your places in the padded seats, selecting your character, choosing Toad, and rolling your eyes when he picked Yoshi. “The dino?”

“Don't be mad when all you see is his dino butt passing you,” Hitoshi shrugs, a small smirk on his face.

“You’re on!”

Denki and Mina stand on either side of you, cheering you on as the game begins. You press the gas, and you're off. Around lap one, you glare at Hitoshi as he makes everyone else in the race tiny before giggling as you send two red shells his way as you pass him. “Eat my mushroom dust, Toshi!” you giggle as you make your way into the second lap. By the third, Hitoshi is grinning as you’re in third place, and he's in first.

“I'm gonna win, little flower.”

“No, you’re not,” you giggle as you hit an item box and do a little dance when you get a blue shell as you pass the Bowser NPC, throwing the blue shell at Yoshi, winning the race. You grin as you get tickets and do another little dance. “I win!” you squeal before stopping when a pair of large hands cover your eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Your hands are too big to be Denki and too small to be Eiji. Also you don't smell like ‘suki. Hanta!” you smile as he takes his hands away before kissing your forehead. 

“Hola, cielo. Congratulations on your win,” Hanta smiles.

“Thank you.”

“Where's Eiji and Kat?”

“They stole Denki away to play a couple claw games.”

“You wanna play again, ‘toshi?”

“Gotta reclaim my trophy. You’re goin down, little flower,” Hitoshi chuckles.

Hitoshi eventually beat you, but it was best out of seven.

“What’s next?” you smile.

“There’s a water gun game over there. I’m pretty sure I also saw a cat plush inside the ticket booth—” Hanta starts before getting cut off by Hitoshi.

“Let’s go!” he shouts, tugging him along towards the game. 

You look over at Mina and giggle to yourselves. “Men.”

Placing your bags under the console, you and Mina set up a dance game, giggling when you both stumble a couple times before eventually getting tired half an hour later.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted. You wanna go hit up the claw game next?” you huff.

“Yeah, I’ll go to that one over there with the neon puppy sign.”

“Imma use the bathroom first,” you tell her.

“I’ll watch our stuff.”

You washed your hands and ran them under the drier, stopping to adjust yourself in the mirror before stepping out. As you walked towards the claw area, you noticed Katsuki and Eijirou leaning against one of the railings, the latter chattering about something while holding a Tom Nook plushie. You opened your mouth to call out to them before stopping when you saw two people walk up to them, starting a conversation before clinging onto their arms, the two Alphas not removing them instantly.

‘No, they wouldn’t cheat…right?’

You were confused. These were the same two alphas who stood up to Monoma for you, pounding him into a pulp. Their change in behavior didn’t make any sense, but here they were, before your very eyes, hurting you. Before you could stop yourself, a whimper erupted from your throat. 

Katsuki looked up from the two omegas who were trying to vie for his attention as the whimper, clear as day, filled his eardrums. Looking around the room, Katsuki’s eyes widened as his ruby red orbs locked onto you, his scent souring when you stepped backward before running off to look for Mina. ‘Fuck…’

You weaved through the games and crowd of people, looking for any signs of Mina or your other Alpha.

Bumping into your pink-haired packmate, you whined softly as she clung to you.

“Wanna go home,” she sniffles.

“Mina?”

“They don’t want us…”

You look at her before remembering what happened with Katsuki and Eijirou. “Let’s go home.”

Sitting in your room, you lay in your nest, turned away from the door as your sour scent filled the room. Mina looked up at you as she lay beside you.

“Y/n?” she calls out.

“Hmm?”

“Why were you upset at the arcade?”

“Kiri and Baku were flirting with some Omegas, and they did nothing about it. Katsuki looked me in the eye while it happened. He looked guilty too. What about you? Why were you upset?”

“Same thing with Sero and Shinsou. Of course, they wouldn’t want us as mates. Who would?”

“What happened?”

“I saw them while I was waiting for you and I hugged them from behind then they were holding these pieces of paper with hearts all over them and they smelled like Omegas,” Mina sniffles.

“You’re my pack mate, best friend and if I were an Alpha and we weren’t in a pack, I’d want you as my mate,” you mumble, tears silently spilling over and barely dampening Mina’s curls.

“Me too,” she smiles as you both comfort each other.

A knock at the door makes you stiffen. “Knock knock?” a voice calls out.

“Go away,” you and Mina whimper.

You heard a defeated sigh. “Girls, let me in. Please?”

You nuzzle into Mina’s head before getting up and unlocking the door, climbing back into your nest, and turning away from Denki. 

“We were worried about you, thought you might’ve been taken and you weren’t answering your phones for a while, but at least you two are okay,” he laughed awkwardly.

“As okay as we can be,” Mina fought back the tears, recalling the day's events in her head.

“Can I come in?” he asks as you hum impartially.

“You’re the only one who didn’t break our hearts today, so sure. But lock the door behind you.”

Denki walks over, sitting on the floor beside your nest. “What’s wrong my pretty ladies?”

“Our pack is full of assholes, Denks,” you hiss. “Unfaithful fucking jerks.”

“All of em decided to look for other Omegas, Denki! Sero and Shinsou even got numbers!” Mina sniffles, hiding her face in your neck.

“I’m sure this is all a big misunderstanding,” Denki smiles.

“They smelled like other Omegas, Denki! None of this is a misunderstanding! They were given the option to have a different Omega and none of them said no except for you,” you shout, rotten flowers and burnt sugar filling the room.

Turning away from Denki, you and Mina cling to each other as a loud booming voice reverberates through the walls. “Where are they?!” Katsuki shouts, causing you and Mina to flinch.

“Easy Katsuki,” Eijirou says, trying to calm the irritated man.

“Denki! Did you find them?!” The voice boomed throughout the dorms.

“Uh oh…” Denki’s eyes trailed to the right.

“I don’t want to talk to them,” Mina squeezed her eyes shut. 

“Sparks, are they in there?” Hitoshi calls out.

“I could respond but Katsuki would try to blow the door away….”

“Where the fuck are our Omegas, dunceface?!” Katsuki growls.

“I dunno, why don’t you go talk to those other Omegas who you were all over at the arcade?” you growl at the locked door.

“Sugarcube, let us in so we can talk,” Katsuki growled as he jiggled the doorknob.

“Why should I?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll blast this door down and-”

“Hey!” Eijirou snapped. “Don’t worry sweeties, he won’t do that- BUT we will get in there eventually and when we do we’re gonna have a long conversation! Or we could just cut to the chase and talk this out?”

“Why are you here anyway? I thought you’d wanna be with your new Omegas,” you snap.

“What new Omegas, petal?” Eijirou asks, looking at the door, his inner Alpha pacing with worry as your scent is still sour.

“All of you were looking at other Omegas! You and Bakugou were getting smothered by them! I saw Sero and Shinsou with phone numbers, smelling like other Omegas with hearts all over them! Leave us alone!” Mina whines.

“Where is Hanta by the way?” Eijirou asks.

“He went to get snacks for the girls,” Shinsou responds.

“Okay, I’m getting sick of this! Denki, open the door, now!” Katsuki growls at Denki, using his Alpha voice.

Denki opened the door but stood in the doorway. “You’re not going near them until you explain what happened,” Denki glares, looking at Hanta, who walked over with four bags full of snacks. “All of you.”

“Y/N, Mina, did you ever see us returning their affection?” Katsuki brought a hand to his forehead.

“Well, I didn’t see you try and stop them!” you huff.

“What’d you want us to do?! Throw them on the floor?!”

“You could’ve said no! Maybe say, ‘I’m part of a loving pack, and I’m not interested,’ or just fucking walk away you asshole!” 

“Why would we be interested in other Omegas when we have two perfect ones right here?” Sero joined in. 

“You all aren’t off the hook! Why did you two have two Omega’s phone numbers, huh?” Mina whines, glaring at Shinsou and Sero.

“Because these two waltzed up to us and shoved it in our faces, then ran off! We didn’t have time to respond!” Shinsou reasoned.

“But why didn’t you stop them from flirting with you, Kirishima? Bakugou, you looked me straight in the eyes and did nothing. Not even when I ran away, why?” you sniffle.

“Because I saw you look at me in fear and betrayal, and I froze. I never want you to look at me or any of us like that because seeing our Omegas upset hurts more than anything,” Katsuki sighs as Eijirou places a hand on his shoulder.

“Y-you mean that?”

“Of course we do, petal. Now can we come in and comfort you both?”

You look over at Mina, who’s wiped away most of her tears. You smile as she nods and tell Denki to let them in.

Denki walks over, hugging you both before sitting beside your nest. The others soon join, purring as they get permission to sit in your and Mina’s shared nest.

“This is nice, Hanta smiles.

“Hey guys?” you call out as you steal a bag of chips from Hanta’s bag. “If you ever do something like this again, I’ll turn you into statues with my needles, got it?”

The boys all give their own forms of yes before spending the next two hours talking to each other. 

A soft snore interrupts them as Eijirou and Hanta look at you and Mina.

“Look at that,” Denki chuckles.

Laying before them, you and Mina were curled into each other’s sides as Mina snored peacefully. 

You smile, pulling her closer and nestle your head on top of hers. “My ‘mega,” you yawn before slowly dozing off.

“We should go…” Eijirou whispers.

The five of them give you and Mina forehead kisses before slowly leaving your room, opting to leave two snack bags before turning out the lights. 

Later that week, you lay on the couch in the common room, idly scrolling on your phone. You looked up as you caught a whiff of cayenne and caramel. “Katsuki?” you call out, tilting your head to hang off the couch arm, looking at the buff blonde standing in the doorway. “Where’re you going?”

“Shopping. Need some stuff for dinner and Round face is bugging me about snacks for the dorm.”

“Can I come?” you smile, turning over and slightly shaking your head as you get a headrush.

“Sure, just don’t make it a big thing.”

It ended up being a big thing. You and Mina chatted and gossiped a little as you buzzed around Katsuki and Hanta while they talked and shopped.

“Why’re you two coming along?” Katsuki glares half-heartedly.

“I'm coming because I wanna buy the cookies and cream Pocky sticks,” Hanta grins.

“I'm going cause Y/n’s going! Also, I ran out of chocolate bars.”

“Why do you need chocolate?”

“Girl things,” you and Mina respond.

“Weirdos,” Hanta scoffs playfully.

“Ooh! I need sour cream and cake flour! I'll be right back,” you tell them before running down the aisle towards the dairy section.

Hanta chuckles at your eagerness. “Alright, don’t take too long or the grenade launcher’s gonna blow,” he chuckles.

“What did you call me?!” he growls at Hanta as you walk away.

You browse through the aisles, grabbing what you need and ignoring the occasional unwanted advances. Grabbing a handful of ingredients, you walked to the cart, smiling at Hanta when you returned.

“Hi,” you hum, hugging him and looking around for Katsuki and Mina. “Where’d they go?” 

“Mina’s in aisle five looking for chocolate bars and the pocky I wanted while Katsuki is in the next aisle trying to find spices for dinner,” Hanta explains.

“I’m gonna go look for Suki. Do you wanna come with me?”

“No, I’m gonna go check on Mina. Maybe grab some okra on the way. I'll meet you at the checkout, okay?”

You nod and make your way towards the next aisle before glaring at an Alpha who’s getting a little too close to Katsuki. “Alpha?”

“Hey, sugarcube. Like I was telling this extra, I’m taken. By you,” Katsuki smiles as you come over. Gentle tugging you over by your waist, you look at the Alpha before giggling as Katsuki squeezes you softly. “So get lost. I’m not available to you.”

The Alpha’s scent sours as she storms off.

“Hi ‘suki,” you smile. “Hanta said you’d be here. Whatcha gonna buy?”

“Miso seasoning, chicken broth, the usual stuff. I’m making miso ramen tonight,” Katsuki smiles as he looks down at you. “Did you get everything you wanted?”

“Mmhm, I’m gonna make a cake!”

“You’re not fucking up the kitchen, sugarcube.”

“You won’t say that when you’re fighting over the last of my crunch cake,” you smile cheekily before whining when he playfully flicks your forehead.

“Where’s Hanta and Pinky?”

“Mina went to get chocolate and Hanta went to produce, but he said we should meet at the checkout!”

“Alright, let’s go.”

The two of you waited by the self-checkout machine, waiting for the other two, opting to pay together instead of having to deal with several receipts. Once Hanta and Mina showed up, you all paid for your stuff, your packmates joining in on the conversation about future plans. 

“I’m telling you guys, we have to go back there!” Hanta pleaded.

“I promise you, no one wants to go back to Quizno’s, that place is probably such a dump now!” Mina argued. 

The conversation continued on the walk back to the dorms, soft laughter filling the group. When they entered, they saw Eijirou and Denki sitting on the sofa while Hitoshi was grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, the two casually talking about something unbeknownst to the four who had just walked in. 

“We’re back!” Mina announced.

They all gave the foursome form of a greeting, all accompanied by friendly smiles. 

“What’d you guys get?” Hitoshi tilted his head.

“Ingredients!” You chimed.

“For what?”

“I’m cooking dinner,” Katsuki huffs.

“Yes!” Denki cheers.

“And I’m gonna make dessert!”

“Are you making coffee cake?” Hitoshi asks, walking over from the kitchen and resting his head on top of yours.

“No, not today. I’m making crunch cake, it’ll be good, I promise, and you can drink it with coffee,” you grin as Hitoshi nuzzles his chin along your scalp.

“No he’s not. We agreed no coffee after six,” Katsuki glares before he walks towards the kitchen, ruffling Denki’s hair on his way in an affectionate head pat. 

Mina sat next to Eijirou as Hitoshi occupied the other side while you followed Katsuki. 

About an hour later, you and the rest of your pack sat on the floor near the TV, laughing at a joke Denki and Hanta made. “This ramen you made is so good, Bakubro.” Denki groans, mouth partially slurping the noodles while trying to talk.

“And this crunch cake is delicious, Y/n!” Hitoshi adds.

The rest hum out their own form of agreement, shoving the pastry in their mouth with a fork. 

“We should put on a movie!” Mina suggests.

“Yeah!” You back her up.

“What do you all want to watch?” Sero asked.

“Avatar?” You proposed. 

“Good with me,” Katsuki shrugged.

The rest of the pack agreed as you switched to Netflix and put on Avatar.

“Good choice, y/n!” Denki called out.

“I love you all,” you sigh dreamily, leaning onto Mina’s shoulder.

“We love you too.”

You look over at Katsuki, who’s taking a third slice of your cake. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbles around a piece of cake.

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His - A Captain Swan AU Chapter 4/10

Summary

Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony.

When Emma Swan flees scandal in New York to marry a man she’s never met in Storybrooke, Montana, she doesn’t have any illusions of finding love. But when she’s picked up at the station by Killian Jones, it finds her regardless. Despite sharing his home, his bed, and his heart, she can never truly be his.

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Part 4

“There you are,” Killian smiles when she finally comes outside to meet him. 

She’d stood in the kitchen for a long time, turning the comb over between her hands as she considered it, tracing her fingers over the flowers. She wanted to wear it. Of course she did, it was beautiful, a gift from someone who had cared enough to notice that she’d coveted it. But she didn’t know what it would mean to wear it. Was it just a simple gift from one friend to another, from a son to his father’s wife? Or was it something more, something inappropriate that she couldn’t even let herself consider. 

“Oh, you found it,” he says, then frowns as she continues to turn it over in her hands. “Is something wrong?”

She shakes her head no even though there is - or at least, there could be. “It’s lovely. You shouldn’t have.” 

“Of course I should. I haven’t given you a wedding present. I know there wasn’t time for a celebration or gifts so I thought you should have at least one.” Emma lets out a sigh of relief. A wedding present. A gift to celebrate her marriage to Brennan. Something perfectly sweet and acceptable. She feels silly, idiotic even to have read more into such a kind gesture. 

“I hope it’s alright,” he adds when she doesn’t answer. “It’s only that I noticed you admiring it in the shop…”

“It’s perfect,” she promises and his anxiety begins to fade. 

“I just thought you might like something nice. I know that you must have left behind a far more glamorous life for rude cows and nothing but fields and mountains. A bit of a step down, I’d assume.” 

“I like the fields and mountains.” She gives him a small, hesitant smile. “Your family and your home aren’t a step down. My life in New York wasn’t nearly as glamorous as everyone seems to think it was.”

He considers her for a moment. “I suppose I don’t know much of your life before you came here. You just showed up one day in your pretty dress from the big city and sent the whole town aflutter,” he smiles. 

She returns it as best she can, wondering how much of that life she’ll be able to keep secret, if the scandal will follow her all the way out here. “Thank you for the gift, Killian.”

Killian nods, hesitating as though he can tell she’s keeping something from him, but he only smiles again. “Would you still like to see some more fields and mountains?”

He takes her along the property line, walking the length of the fence, the other side of which, he explains, belongs to the Mills family. “She gets very austere about borders. She’s tried to report us to the sheriff a few times for encroaching on her land,” he rolls his eyes. “Best to avoid her if you can,” he cautions. 

He walks her along a creek that he explains is also a property line - that he and his brother used to play here when they were children and hiding from chores. They’d make ships from paper or sticks and race them down the stream until one of their parents found them. “It’s still a good spot to swim on a hot day.” 

They come across a herd of cattle, Robin and David waving to them from astride their horses. “What are they doing?” 

“Making sure nobody steals them.” Her eyes widen. “And catching any that run off.” 

“Does that happen a lot?” 

He shrugs. “From time to time.”

“Where’s your father?” Were these not the fields he was speaking of? 

“Plowing around the back pasture. He prefers to work alone most days. Happy to complain about the lack of help though,” he rolls his eyes. “At harvest we take on a few temporary workers.” A somewhat awkward silence settles between them as she wonders how often Brennan complains about Killian not being able to help with farm work. “Come on, I think you’ll like this place,” he promises, gesturing further out across the field. 

He takes her to an orchard, rows and rows of trees in full bloom offering a little shade from the day’s heat. It’s beautiful, brilliant green everywhere, deeper than the fields and the hills, spotted with pink and yellow. “This was mine and Liam’s favorite place when we were boys. We used to see who could climb the highest. The sweetest fruit grows at the top.”

Emma smiles. “Who won?” 

“Me, of course.” 

She laughs. She should have expected that. “My friend Lily and I used to climb the apple trees that grew behind the orphanage and sneak some back to our room. We always got in trouble for it though.” Her smile doesn’t fade at the memory. It was always worth it. 

It’s a moment before she realizes she’s mentioned the orphanage, something she usually doesn’t tell people about, and he’s watching her carefully as they walk between the branches. 

“Well, there’s nobody to get you in trouble for it here,” he says. And maybe she imagines the challenge in his words, in his raised brow, but regardless, she decides to rise to it. “What are you doing?” he asks, smile amused as she kicks off her boots. 

“What does it look like?” She takes hold of a low branch. The trees aren’t very tall, nothing like the ancient pines that she can see growing in the mountains, but she’s out of practice, heaving herself up clumsily. The last time she did this she didn’t have a corset. 

“Emma…” Killian laughs as she continues to climb. “Be careful.” 

She scoffs. “Afraid I’ll beat your record? Or was your bragging about your climbing skills just talk?”

“I’ve got one hand!” he laughs and she rolls her eyes. Alright, it’s a decent excuse. She continues, making her way up to the higher branches, until any higher would be too thin to support her weight, and shimmies out onto one of the sturdier ones, reaching for the ripe peaches that grow above her head. 

“Catch,” she calls, picking one and tossing it down to him. When he catches it with ease she throws down a few more and beams at him. Emma takes a moment to enjoy the world from up here, the sun brushing her skin in patches between the leaves, the breeze warm and the air sweet. It’s the freest she’s felt in a long time. For a few minutes, she feels like herself again. 

“Are you stuck?” Killian teases from below. 

“No,” she answers immediately, almost offended, before realizing… she might be. 

He chuckles. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” No. 

He huffs another small laugh, rubbing one of the peaches on his shirt and taking a bite, waiting. “You know,” he says after a few moments. “I’d hate to leave you out here but someone has to make dinner if you’re going to spend the night in a tree.” 

“I’m fine,” she says, snippy against his teasing. She just needs to figure out how to get down from a tree without breaking her neck or hiking her dress up in front of a strange man. She probably shouldn’t have climbed the damn tree in front of a strange man in the first place. “Just… turn around,” she orders and he smirks but does as she asks. 

Right. Well, the tree isn’t that tall anyway, she reminds herself, throwing a leg over from where she’d been straddling the branch and sitting, looking down warily. It’s not that high. 

Killian whirls back around at the sound of her small shout, reaching her just in time to see her land on her ass on the soft grass. 

“Are you alright?” he demands, kneeling next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder, then her cheek to make her look at him. He looks a little frantic and she almost laughs. 

“It was nothing.” She notices his empty arms then. “Did you drop the peaches?” 

He looks back at the small pile behind him. “I thought you were hurt.” 

“I risked my life to get those!”. 

“I thought you said it was nothing,” he smirks. 

“That was before you threw them away.” 

Killian laughs, shakes his head and stands, retrieving the fruit and handing one to her as she makes her way back to her feet. “Here.” 

“Thank you,” Emma says, dusting her hands off on her dress before taking the peach from him.

“What are you going to do with all of these?” he asks, arms full of the fruit she tossed. 

She picks another few from the lower branches, makes a basket from the top layer of her dress and tucks them in it. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll make a pie.”

“You know how to make pie?” 

Oh, right. “No. But there’s a recipe in Granny’s book and I think I could figure it out.” 

“One afternoon with the woman and you’re ready to take over her business.” 

“I’m not afraid of a challenge,” she shrugs. 

“Oh, I know,” he teases, stepping closer and her breath catches at his nearness. His hand lifts to her hair and the corner of his mouth pulls up as her heart races traitorously. Then he plucks a leaf from her braid, holding it out in front of her with an amused smirk and her face flushes in embarrassment. 

It’s all in your head, she reminds herself. Stop imagining things as more than what they are - things that aren’t even there. 

“Should we head back?” he suggests, flicking the leaf away. Then his expression grows more hesitant. “We can circle around to the eastern field if you’d like to see my father before he comes in.” 

Emma thinks of the way Brennan had dismissed her offer to visit him this morning and his unpleasant mood before he headed out. “Let’s not bother him. I should get started on dinner anyway.” A better meal than yesterday’s is her best shot at improving the impression she’s made so far on her husband. By Killian’s silence as he agrees and leads them back in the direction of the house, he’s likely also remembering his father’s harsh rejection.

“What do you grow out there?” she asks to break the awkward quiet that’s grown between them. 

“Wheat mostly. There’s corn as well but it’s for the livestock and doesn’t take much tending.”

“I thought it might be nice to start a garden,” she suggests hesitantly. “Grow some vegetables in the patch out front. It would make it easy to tend while I’m working inside.” Emma looks at him out of the corner of her eye to try and gauge his reaction. If he thinks it’s a silly idea then there’s no chance Brennan would support it. But his son might be able to convince him to agree. 

“I think that’s a brilliant idea,” he smiles. “I could help you dig it up - if you need help.”

“Help would be great, thank you.” She’d already planned ahead, ordering vegetables that grow easily from the store today that she could use for meals and then keep the scraps for replanting. “You’re sure you don’t mind? That Brennan won’t?”

There’s concern in the way he looks at her. “You don’t have to ask permission to build a garden on your own land, Swan. It’s your home too now.” 

“Right,” she answers, knowing he means it but not so sure she believes it yet. She thinks that if it were only him, then she would already be beginning to feel she belongs. But it isn’t, and she doesn’t, as badly as she may want to. Wanting for something to do, she takes one of the peaches from her skirt and takes a bite, surprising herself and Killian when she lets out a stunned, “holy shit.” 

Killian’s brows raise in surprise before he bursts out laughing as she flushes deep red at her language. Mouth still full, she forces herself to finish chewing and swallow before she explains. “I’m sorry. It’s just, you weren’t kidding. These are amazing.” 

“Aye, well don’t eat all of them,” he warns. “I was promised pie.” 

“Yeah, well, you might have to go climb some trees if you want it that badly.” She slips one into her pocket. 

“Are you stealing peaches?” 

“It’s for Jewel.”

“Swan, that animal is big and lazy enough. She doesn’t need your help growing so large she can’t fit through her stable door.” He shakes his head. “Wasting perfectly good fruit on a horse, really.”

“I thought this was my home now,” she argues, catching her smirk between her teeth as she uses his words against him. “Doesn’t that mean these are my peaches and I can do what I want with them?” 

He laughs, something in his smile softening the teasing humour they’d fallen into. “Aye. It does.” 

***

She makes one of Granny’s recipes for dinner, roasting meat, potatoes and vegetables the way the old woman had shown her that morning, adding herbs in generous quantities that she’d given Emma from her own stock. Herbs, she thinks, she’ll have to keep some to plant in her garden as well. She smiles a little as she cooks, thinking of the little patch she’ll dig up, the friends she made today, her stomach churning with anticipation tonight rather than nerves as she waits for the men to come in to eat. 

While her husband offers no compliments for the meal she serves, he doesn’t complain. Eating without comment, he mutters about the lack of help he was given today in the field - most of it directed at his son who, along with the farmhands, have been nothing but flattering in their opinions about their dinner. 

“You could hire another farmhand,” Killian tells him, another old argument from the sigh with which he suggests it. 

“With what money?” Brennan snaps.

“The money you bring with you to the tavern every night.” 

“I know some lads in town looking for work,” Robin suggests.

“I’m not paying for more help. I pay you two enough that I shouldn’t have to!” 

“It takes two of them to mind the cattle,” Killian reminds him. “We can’t risk losing any more like we did last year.”

“So I should just do all the work myself?” he argues. “What use are two farmhands who spend all day standing in a field and a cripple son who sits around reading books and calls it work?”

“I could help,” Emma offers quietly, hoping to diffuse some of the tension, hoping to find another way to be useful. 

“With the field?” Killian asks, but Brennan scoffs.

“Look at her. She can barely lift a bag of flour let alone handle a plow.” 

“You said you wanted help,” his son reminds him.

“Aye, help, not a woman who I’ll have to bring back when she faints from exhaustion.”

“Father.” 

“What? It’s not women’s work.”

“I’m not sure what other option there is if you don’t wish to hire someone or let Mrs. Jones help,” Robin points out as politely as possible. 

“I’m not sure I asked for your opinion, Locksley.” 

“No you just want to complain about not having the help you refuse,” Killian mutters and Brennan’s fist comes down hard on the table, jarring her. David sets a gentle hand on her arm, comforting, but she can also feel the suggestion in its weight: don’t get involved. 

“I won’t abide being talked down to in my own house by my son and the help,” he spits, standing brusquely, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll be at the tavern. Spending my coin however I damn well please. You best not be here when I get back,'' he warns them, slamming the door behind him and leaving the room in silence. 

“I didn’t mean to -”

“You didn’t do anything,” Killian says before she can finish apologizing. “It’s his own pigheadedness that-” He stops, takes a deep breath, calms himself. 

“Sorry, Mrs. Jones,” Robin sighs. “We’ve ruined your perfectly wonderful dinner.” 

“No, I’ll just…” She moves to gather their plates, flustered and needing something to do. “Does… does anyone want dessert?” 

The resounding yes makes her smile despite the tension, turning away to hide her flush, busying herself with serving plates of peach cobbler - pie had turned out to be beyond her skillset after all - bringing them to the table. The discomfort that had built over the course of dinner slowly dissipates as they eat, Brennan seeming to have taken the anger out the door with him. 

When Locksley and Nolan have retired for the night, she broaches the earlier subject carefully with Killian. “Do we really need another farmhand?”

“Aye, probably,” he admits, setting dishes down in the washbasin despite her protests that he doesn’t need to help her clear the table. “But the work gets done without one. I don’t know how much longer he can keep it up though with the state he’s in - it used to take three of us.” 

“What state?” she asks and he presses his lips together like he’s said too much. “Is he ill?” she asks, remembering his coughing fit from this morning.

“The doctor hasn't found anything wrong with him. He just says that he needs to cut back and give his body a chance to recover or he’ll run himself into an early grave. ”

“The work?” 

“Aye… and the rum. 

“Oh,” she says, looking towards the door where her husband just left for the tavern.

“I’m sorry,” Killian frowns, pinching his brow. “I keep speaking without thinking tonight.”

“I… is it serious?” she presses, fingers curling into fists, nails digging into her palms as she considers the possibility that her husband - who’s already not a young man and was supposed to provide her with a home and security - may be drinking himself to death. “Should I be worried?” A terrible fear of finding herself a widow so soon after marrying creeps through her, of being left again with nowhere to go like so many times before. 

“Hey,” Killian says, reaching for her hand, opening it and keeping it in his. His thumb runs over her knuckles soothingly. “You don’t need to worry. He’s too stubborn to let death get the better of him. And should anything happen…” His finger brushes against her palm as if unwittingly. “You won’t be left alone,” he promises. “I’ll take care of you.” Her heart catches in her throat at his words, racing at the declaration before he quickly corrects himself, dropping her hand. “I mean, we will. Liam and I. We won’t leave you to fend for yourself.” 

Emma’s smile is awkward as he reaches to rub at the back of his neck, clearing his throat before announcing that he should probably get the animals settled for the night. She watches him leave, the feel of his calloused fingers against her own still lingering like a reminder. 

Stop imagining things that aren’t there. 

‘I’ll take care of you.’

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As she lays in bed later, staring at the ceiling, her husband’s side empty for the second night in a row, she reflects on how drastically her life continues to change in such a short period of time. A week ago she was Emma Swan, governess to a wealthy family in New York. Yesterday she was Emma Jones, wife of a farmer twice her age. And today, she’s married to a farmer twice her age who’s ill from a vice he won’t give up that may leave her as just Emma again, widowed and alone. Only she won’t be alone - Killian had promised. But the thought of losing her husband whom she’s only just met, whom she’s so determined to win the respect and appreciation of, is troubling to say the least. 

There’s so much she wishes she had known before she made those vows to a stranger she still doesn’t know. So many things she wishes she’d thought to ask, too focused on fleeing her own heartbreak to consider that the life that awaited her may hold even greater challenges. Maybe she should have stayed in New York. Scandal would have walked in her shadow, and she’d probably never have been able to find another employer, but she’d have had her freedom, the option to walk away. Instead she’d chosen to run. 

So when her husband stumbles into their room hours later, reeking of drink and slurring before collapsing, unconscious on the bed for the second night in a row, Emma wars with the mixed feelings of relief and despair that toil within her. This is not the life she’d have chosen for herself, but she did choose it, and now alongside her regret is a desperation to hang onto it less it be ripped from her hands too soon. It’s not the sort of fantasies she’d let herself dream up when she was young, and even for a little while when she thought Neal loved her. But for all the turmoil and uncertainty, there’s goodness - things and places she’s becoming accustomed to, a routine she’s learning to settle into, people she’s growing fond of - and she’s not ready to lose it just yet. 

***

When she makes her way downstairs the next morning, she’s not surprised to find Killian already in the kitchen, the smell of coffee wrapping itself around her and warming the room. In fact, as she’d tiptoed quietly across the hall so as not to wake her husband, she couldn’t fight the anticipation of another morning of quiet conversation, of lighthearted teasing and banter before the sun could shine through the windows and bathe them in reality. 

The few solitary moments alone she’s had with Killian have been a godsend in these overwhelming first days in Storybrooke. And while she promises herself it’s just relief at having a friend, someone she can talk to - confide in even - the way her heart runs rampant in her chest when he looks up and smiles at her like he’d been anticipating her arrival too, leaves her a little less certain. 

When she notices the cup left out on the counter for her next to the kettle, she tries not to read into the considerate gesture. He was late picking you up because he stopped to help Granny, she reminds herself. He’s considerate of everyone. That’s just the kind of man he is.

“Good morning,” he greets, moving from the counter to the table, setting down a fresh loaf of bread and butter and taking a seat. The kitchen still smells like baking and she knows he made it himself. “Breakfast?” he offers. “There’s eggs on the stove as well though you might have to heat them.” 

Emma gives him a mirthful smirk. “Have you left me any of my duties?” 

“I thought I would give you a hand - so to speak,” he grins, waving his prosthetic. “That way your morning is clear.”

“Clear for what?” she asks, taking a seat and helping herself to bread. His is better than hers and she’ll have to ask him for some advice on that. Though, from the way she can see the muscles of his forearms shifting under his rolled up sleeves as he moves, his hand nearly twice the size of her own, she thinks it might have more to do with kneading and brute strength. She busies herself with picking apart her breakfast, forcing her attention away from him. 

Killian leans in conspiratorially. “I wondered if you’d like to come with me to the bookshop today.”

“Yes!” she says too quickly, giddy like a child at the thought of joining him in town again, of not being stuck in the house alone doing chores all day. “Do you think Brennan will mind?” 

“Mind what?” her husband demands gruffly, joining them earlier than she’d expected given his condition last night. He’s slightly more alert than he was yesterday and she thinks perhaps he may still be drunk. Brennan takes a seat at the table, waiting expectantly before demanding, “Am I supposed to serve my own damn breakfast?” with an annoyed frown at her.

Emma hurries to the stove, warming the pan and getting a plate ready. She can see Killian about to say something but she shakes her head. She doesn’t want them fighting again, not this morning when she so desperately wants him to agree to let her go. 

“Mind what?” he repeats, eyeing his son suspiciously now. 

“I was offering to show Emma the shop today. It might be worth it for her to learn how to run the place and handle the books should we ever need the extra help.” 

“What, you planning on going somewhere?” he demands. 

“No. But if you need an extra hand in the field at harvest I can free up Locksley or Noland and watch the cattle.” Emma can predict his comment and clearly Killian can too, adding, “I can sit on a horse one handed.” 

Brennan grunts as she sets his breakfast down in front of him. “Like I said, so long as the cooking gets done and the house is kept I don’t care what you do.” Despite the sting of his indifference, she beams at Killian over her husband’s shoulder. “Don’t know how you’ve got the time though. If you’re short of work there are cows that need milking and eggs that need collecting and those bloody chickens don’t catch themselves. I suppose you spent your days whiling away where you came from but there’s no room for laziness on a farm.” 

She gives Killian another pleading look to stay silent when she sees his temper flaring and to her relief he doesn’t speak, only clenches his jaw and fist, glaring at the table. “Of course not,” she tells Brennan, placatingly. “I won’t go if it gets in the way of my chores.” 

They sit and eat breakfast quietly, the lack of conversation loaded and awkward, until her husband stands, finished with his meal. He walks out without a word as he had the day before, no goodbye or see you later or kind word for his new wife. Emma sets to cleaning up, bringing the dishes to the sink. Killian helps her without comment and she doesn’t argue with him this time, too disappointed to care. She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.

When they’ve finished, Killian holds out a towel, hanging from the tip of his hook with an exaggerated bow and it makes her smile as she takes it. “Come on,” he tells her. “We don’t have much time to waste.” 

“What?” she frowns.

“We’ve got cows to milk and eggs to fetch, and honestly I’d be fascinated to see if you could catch a chicken - or at least I’d very much like to watch you try. We’re short on entertainment around here,” he smirks and she flicks the towel at him, making him laugh as he twists out of the way. He pulls out his pocket watch. “We still have about an hour until we need to leave to open the shop.” 

Emma can’t fight the way her grin splits her face. She could hug him. She nearly does, but instead catches her lip between her teeth, nodding excitedly and letting him lead the way outside. For all the uncertainty this new life has brought her, all the anxiety, it’s nice to know she’s got one thing she can count on. Her fingers fiddle with the comb in her pocket, tracing the flowers carefully. He pretends not to notice when she slips it into her hair.

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TBOU Chapter 6: Eclipse Of The Heart

chapter 5

The Best Of Us: Eclipse Of The Heart

Summary: You try to deal with the fallout from the failed reveal party. Santiago tries to prove to you and his friends that he's not a complete fuck up.

Warnings: Pregnancy talk, explicit language (if you are here and you are a minor, please DNI.), ANGST.

A/N: Shout out to my bestie for letting me write her into my little world. I love you @mylifeisactuallyamess 😘

When you left the Morales home, you knew you didn't want to go back to your apartment. Instead, you drove to your best friend's house in the next town over. You were already planning on going after the party, to tell her the news in person. You pulled into her driveway, thanking God, her car was there. You threw your old jeep into park and hopped out.

You rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for someone to answer. You were greeted by her husband, Thomas. "I'm sorry to stop by unannounced." You apologized. You were sure you looked crazy. Your eyes were red, and puffy, makeup smeared, and your hair was no longer done perfectly.

"That's alright. You know you are always welcome here." He said as he ushered you inside. "Honey!" He yelled for his wife. Sami rounded the corner, coming out of the kitchen. She took one look at your disheveled state and she knew.

She didn't have to say anything as she wrapped you in a tight hug. You couldn't help but sob into her shoulder. You vaguely heard Thomas excuse himself over your cries. Separating from the hug, the two of you walked to the couch and had a seat.

"Wanna tell me about it?" Sami asked you when your cries settled down. You wiped the tears away, taking deep, shaky breaths. "Whenever you're ready." She added, as Thomas came back into the room with a tray carrying snacks and a pot for tea. He took a spot on the sofa arm next to Sami.

You didn't know where to begin. Of course, She knew about the arrangement with Santi. She told you it was a bad idea and begged you not to go through with it. You didn't listen to her and looked where that got you.

"I guess I should start with I'm pregnant." You revealed. Sami's eyes went wide. "It's Santi's." You quickly added.

"Who is Santi?" Thomas questioned with a raise of his brow.

"My best friend." You replied with a simple answer.

Thomas nodded, "So, you got pregnant by your best friend?" He questioned again, still lost with the whole situation.

"No!" Sami interjected, "I'm her best friend. Santi is a moron." You couldn't help but laugh at her bluntness. You knew she didn't mean anything ill towards you.

"I can't lay all the blame on him though." You sighed. "You know we fought more than anything, and then we'd make up. I just couldn't do it anymore. Then Bam." You clapped your hands together, "I'm pregnant."

You continued to explain everything leading up to the fact that Santi showed up to your pregnancy reveal party with another woman. Sami was livid. "So, now I am actively avoiding my house, and was wondering if I could crash with you for a day or two?" You gave her your best puppy dog eyes, knowing she wouldn't say no.

"Yes, of course." She agreed. She quickly turned the conversation back to your pregnancy. "So, how are you feeling? Have you gone to the doctor? Is everything okay?"

You nodded, "Everything is great. I'm about 10 weeks along. Dr. Coleman says I'm right on track." It was all surreal, even now. How you ended up here, in this moment, without Santiago broke your heart. You wanted him here, but you had barely even processed what happened today.

As the day came to an end, you laid in the guest room, watching your phone screen. You had at least ten missed calls from Santi. Benny had called, too. That one, you answered. He apologized for his behavior. He wanted you to know that he was more than excited to be uncle Benny. The wave of relief that washed over you after the phone call with Benny made it easy for you to fall fast asleep.

Frankie told him to give you space, but he couldn't. You were having his baby and Santiago needed to talk to you. After the tenth call went unanswered, he finally conceded.

Santiago let himself into your apartment, carrying in bags of baby stuff. Benny and Will came in behind him carrying the crib. Santi had to beg for Ben's forgiveness. Once he told him his plan and that you and the baby were his only focus, Benny reluctantly gave in. You wanted to turn your spare room into a nursery. The two of you stayed up many nights discussing themes and designs. Santi made sure to make note of everything you wanted.

"The Lion King '' was your favorite movie as a kid, and when you found the baby items with the baby Simba and Nala designs, you lost it. Santi promised you he would get it for you. He already broke your heart, he didn't want to break anything else. That included his promises.

The Millers offered to stay and help set up, but Santiago declined, wanting, needing, to do this himself. He positioned the crib sideways, in the corner. A changing table by the window. The nightstand held a cute little night light that doubled as a rain/ocean sound player.

He hoped you liked it. He wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. He wanted to stay once his work was finished, but he knew you didn’t want to see him. He cleaned up his mess, and left your apartment, locking up behind himself.

What was supposed to be a surprise visit to your best friend to announce your pregnancy, ended with you staying all weekend at Sami's. You unfortunately had to return to your apartment on Sunday. As a writer, you needed your computer. You loved your job, but at this moment, you wanted to hate it. The thought of returning home, where you more than likely conceived your child with Santiago, the thought of him with that woman on his arm, made you sick. It made your stomach knot up. You didn't want Benny to be right about him; Your relationship with Santi was different. You thought he would be different with you. At least now, you finally had an answer to Ben's question. No. No, you did not trust Santiago Garcia with your heart.

Begrudgingly, you said goodbye to Sami and Thomas, overly thanking them for their hospitality. "Stop thanking us. You are always welcome here. You and little peanut." She told you. You smiled at her sincerity. Benny was going to be happy that his nickname was catching on. "You call me if you need anything, okay? I will be right there." She added before giving you a tight hug.

You squeezed back, just as hard. "I will hold you to that. I need someone to decorate a nursery with!" You smiled, but deep down, it hurt your heart knowing you wouldn't do that with Santi.

Pulling into the parking lot of your building, a wave of panic washed over you. You didn't know if you were ready for this. Walking through your front door meant having to face what you ran from. With a deep sigh, you slumped out of your car, dragging your feet to your door. With a turn of your key, it opened. You couldn't wait to take a hot shower and crawl into your bed. You made your way to your room, passing by the spare room.

Something caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. You stopped in your tracks to do a double take. You flipped the light switch, a soft yellow glow emitted from the ceiling. You couldn't believe it. Your dream nursery was right in front of you. Down to the art hung on the wall, everything was there. Santiago, you knew it had to have been him. You walked up to the crib, looking in. There laid a note, written in chicken scratch that could only be identified as Santiago's hand writing. You read the note, tears trickling down your cheeks. You wanted to call him, thank him, have him come over, but you couldn't. You couldn't bring yourself to dial his number.

You went to bed that night with tears in your eyes and Santiago on your mind. You did your best to get back to business as usual. You wrote your article, submitting it long before your deadline. You, Ben, and Kayla had dinner. You even met up with Will. He was having a hard time with his break up, especially with Anna being pregnant. You spent a whole month doing everything in your power to avoid Santiago Garcia.

"Trick or treat!" You yelled through the door, knocking loudly as well. Benny answered in his own costume, dressed as Jack Skellington. Kayla rounded the corner dressed as Sally. "How cute are you two!?" You exclaimed, crossing their threshold. Halloween came quickly as your first trimester came to an end. Benny had asked you to come to his house to give out candy, while they went to a Halloween party at the hospital Kayla worked at. You happily agreed, seeing as you wouldn't be doing anything other than watching scary movies.

You decided not to dress up, just to wear a jack-o-lantern shirt with the face strategically placed over your ever growing bump. "We really appreciate you doing this, doll." Benny thanked you, placing a soft hand on your belly. "Thank you, too, little peanut." You and Kayla both smiled at Benny's softness.

"Alright, alright. Go! Have fun, you party animals." You all but shooed them out the door. Kayla stopped and turned to you.

"Make yourself at home! There's snacks in the kitchen, and extra candy hidden in the pantry." She whispered to you so Benny couldn't hear. You gave her a quick hug and promised you would leave her some.

It was about 530, and it was just starting to get dark. You knew the kids would start coming around soon. You set up your candy station and made yourself a snack.

The doorbell rang. You shot up, excited to see all the different costumes. You opened the door to reveal Santiago, dressed as Gomez Addams. You forgot you were supposed to be his Morticia. "Hey." He said nervously, with a hand rubbing the back of his head.

"Um, hi. How did you--" You trailed off, still in shock that he was in front of you. You hadn't seen him since the failed reveal party. You had come back from Sami's to see that your guest room had been transformed into a beautiful nursery. You knew Santi had done it because he had left you a note. You wanted to reach out, but your broken heart outweighed your mind.

"Benny let it slip that you would be doing candy duty for him. I thought I'd offer my help? If you want it." The look on his face told you everything.

You nodded, letting him inside. "I couldn't fit into my dress." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. He looked down, where you had your hands resting on your little bump. His eyes grew wide, his hands twitching by his side. You knew what he wanted. You gestured to your belly. "You wanna? They aren't quite big enough to feel move yet, though."

Santiago’s eyes met yours. "Are you sure?" He asked cautiously. He didn't want to overstep.

"It's your baby, too." You reminded him, not that he ever forgot. You watched as Santi slowly raised his hand, his fingers spreading apart as he splayed it across your growing tummy.

"This, this is magical. I didn't think- I mean I thought-" Santi choked on his words, trying not cry. He thought for sure you would never talk to him again, let alone give him the option to touch you again, even in the slightest manner. You brought your own hand up to cover his.

"My personal feelings for you will never affect the relationship you have with our child." You looked up, to meet his eyes. To your surprise, they were saddened even more at your words.

You hated him, he knew it. Of course you did. What he did to you was unforgivable. He hates himself for it. He would spend forever trying to make up for his mistake, if you would let him. He wanted to apologize, drop down to his aching knees and beg for your forgiveness, but the doorbell rang. The chattering of children and their parents could be heard. "Let's give out this candy!" Santiago said in fake excitement. His apology would have to wait.

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[whorefordazai]

hi hi its me!! im just feeling really bad and holding my tears rn. can i get anything with aku/chuu/dazai, whoever u deem more fit! they are my comfort bbys. running away from home, even if its just for a night,maybe going to some rooftop or a drive at night. my situation at home isnt the best and i feel rly caged and anxious bc i don't have friends to go out with when my situation gets overwhelming so i just break down in my room haha. anyways, i hope this is good enough? just some comfort or validating words!! sending hugs to u rai, ilysm. thank u for doing this its basically therapy for me ajsbdhd ❤️🌷

I hope things get better for you bestie, love you <33

“Till forever falls apart”

ft. dazai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

wc: 1.5k (I think🥲)

synopsis: running away from home with dazai yup yup !! simply a big fat cliche but it’s my guilty pleasure of fluff 🌝 includes a lot of kisses, hand holding, and comfort 🧍‍♂️

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick the fucking tock.

The clock made no noise, but you imagined it did. After all, that was what usually happened when one planned to sneak out during ungodly hours of the night. Looking at the time, it read 3:54 am.

You couldn’t stay here for one more second.

Swiftly, yet quietly lifting off the covers from your body, you got up from bed, and made your way to the window. It wasn’t sunrise yet. The sky was still dark, the streets peacefully quiet. The street lamp flickered, the airy fog was light against the ground.

It was perfect.

It wasn’t perfectly planned—but knowing Dazai, it wouldn’t go completely wrong. Feeling suffocated and unable to stay home, you had spontaneously called him two hours prior, around 2 am. His disoriented sleepy voice had picked up the call.

“...Hm? Babe? What time is it...” Dazai’s delicate husky voice spoke through the phone.

You could almost imagine him letting out a yawn and stretching out in his futon, brown curls resting against his face, his eyes tearing up from the yawn. You mentally cursed yourself when a smile appeared on your lips from hearing the mere sound of his voice.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s 2 am. Listen I...” your words stopped before you could continue. You gulped. Would he even be up for this? Would he be up for running away?

Dazai seemed to notice your voice falter. He spoke more hushed this time. “Are you okay? Are you safe? Do you need me to get you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before exhaling.

“No...well, yes but no. And...no you don’t need to come get me. I just wanted to hear your voice, Osamu. Thanks—you can go back to sleep now.”

You bit your lip, your finger hovered over the hang up button.

“ADADADA WAIT!—“

You raised an eyebrow. Dazai’s voice now spoke louder, as if his tone was full of mischief. “Huh?”

“Darling, I wasn’t sleeping anyway. In what universe would Dazai Osamu be sleeping at 2 am? C’mon sweetheart—you know me better than that.” He chuckled.

Your breathe hitched for a second—and then you laughed. It was a quiet airy laugh. He’s right...what was I so worried about?

“Okay then,” you giggled, voice laced with a plan.

“What do say about running away with me at 4 am?”

“Why that is...MARVELOUS!! Running away is what I do best!”

You laughed again, still managing to keep a hushed voice. “Alright—then come pick me up at 4 am will you? 4 am sharp.”

“You got it, babe.” You could almost picture his devilish smirk and golden brown eyes glinting with mischief.

The clock now read 4:01 am. Dazai was definitely here.

You gulped as you opened the window in your room, careful not to make even the tiniest noise.

And there he was.

It was barely noticeable, but you could see Dazai’s figure between the dark shadows in the car. As you both made eye contact, a smile appeared on your lips.

Just to be cheesy, you blew him a kiss, and he dramatically caught—pressing his fingers to his lips.

Getting out of the window was the easy part—actually leaving without anyone noticing was going to be difficult. It would’ve been even more difficult if Dazai wasn’t here to help you.

“Hi.” You smiled, sitting down on the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He smiled back. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, before Dazai moved closer and put a hand on your cheek, immediately locking lips with you.

Hands immediately wrapping around his neck, you smiled into the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach exploded when his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing your hip. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, you breathlessly chuckled and pulled back.

“Hurry, let’s get out of here! We can continue this later~” You scratched the back of your neck, cheeks flushed pink.

“Off we go then!” He smirked, eyes looking forward and hands shifting the car gear.

And you were off.

Probably driving around seventy miles per hour, Dazai rolled down the windows and turned on the radio for some music. You grinned, hearing the sound of the breeze down the music.

“This is—why didn’t we do this sooner!?” You laughed, feeling the wind flush against your face. You looked over to Dazai, who had an equally huge smile on his face, his brown curls being swept back by the wind.

“Y/n—we’re about to drive through a tunnel. Peek your head out the car roof! I swear, it’ll feel amazing!” Dazai beamed, sliding open the car roof so that you would be ready.

“Huh?! Are you sure—”

“I’m very fucking sure!!” He laughed.

“OH—okay then!” A smirk appeared on your lips as you stood up and peaked out half your body through the roof.

It was fucking amazing.

The tunnel was brightly lit with yellow lights, the wind was blowing through your hair. In that moment...hell, you couldn’t even explain how you were feeling in this moment.

As the car stopped on a red light, you sat back down in your seat and closed the car roof. Dazai smirked. “That was cool, right?”

“Very fucking cool. Although, next time I’d like to do in your arms.” You smiled. He raised his eyebrows, and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

A sudden chill went through your body as the wind blew colder. You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down. You chuckled to yourself. I must’ve forgotten to grab a hoodie in all this rush…

“Here, put this on.” Dazai chuckled, leaning to the back seat and grabbing a black hoodie. You eyed him carefully, grabbing the hoodie he was handing to you.

Putting it on, you immediately felt a sense of warmth envelope your skin. Shivering once again, you hugged yourself. It smelled exactly like him.

“Thanks, Osamu…” you softly smiled. He glanced your way for a few seconds before nodding. “No problemo!”

“...No, seriously.” You lightly scoffed with a small smile on your face. You put your hand on his.

“Without you...I would’ve still been stuck there. You have no idea how much you’ve helped….”

Your words were stopped when you felt Dazai grab your hand and intertwine your fingers. He turned his head towards you, a smile on his lips. “I know...call me anytime, okay? I wanna see you all the time.”

You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, sitting back in your seat. Your eyes were practically lit up as you rubbed small circles on Dazai’s knuckles.

You felt simply...the only word to describe it was euphoric. The rush in your bones. It was so fucking cliche, running away with your boyfriend at 4 am.

It was so perfectly cliche that you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“We’re here,” Dazai’s voice sang as he slowed down the car to a complete stop. You looked ahead—it was fairly dark, only a few street laps illuminating the building in front of you.

“An abandoned building…?” Your mouth opened, eyes a little wide.

“Yup! Now come on….” Dazai smiled, pulling your hood over your head and squeezing your face. He moved closer and pressed several kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead. Practically anywhere he could get access too.

“H-hey! that’s—a lot—of—kisses!!” You managed to say between breaths as he continued to kiss your lips every time you began to talk. Both his hands were squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

He suddenly laughed, the soft grip on your cheeks now turning into a caress. Dazai’s thumb rubbed soft circles against your cheek. He seemed to quiet down, but he was now staring into your eyes

“Uh...are we gonna go inside or…?” You raised an eyebrow, gently tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. It was soft, just like how you remembered it to be.

“Yeah...let’s go.” He smirked, hands leaving your face and opening his own door to get out of the car. You got out a second after him, feet hitting the soft dirt.

Dazai suddenly clasped your hand in his, pulling you with him as he dashed to the entrance. Your eyes flew open. “W-wait! Dazai, you seem really excited—“

“No time to speak, darling—were on the move!!” He laughed, pulling the both of you up endless stairs. You felt an enabling rush as Dazai ran ahead of you, hands held together. The buzz in your body, the euphoric smile that never left your lips.

“We’re here,” Dazai gasped out, coming to a halt. The breeze gently blew across the huge clearing. You rested your hands on your knees for a second, just to catch your breath.

“We’re...on the roof…?” You bit your lip, suppressing the huge idiotic smile that was about to make its way onto your face. Dazai nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“This is...beautiful.” The roof was dark, it was ghostly quiet. You could only see the city lights from across the railing. Dazai walked to the edge, hand still intertwined with yours.

He leaned against the metal bar, hands gripping the pole with a huge smile on his lips.

God, he looked so beautiful. His brown hair was gently flowing against the breeze, the bridge of his nose seemed to perfectly shape the rest of his face. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you smiled.

“You’re not gonna ask me to jump off the roof with you, hm?” You whispered as a joke. He glanced at you for half a second before wrapping his whole arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No...not today, darling.”

His eyes seemed glassy, but somehow the clearest you’d ever seen. You blinked a couple times, before finally settling your face back into his shoulder.

“You know,” he mumbled into your hair. “I look at you in a way I thought I could never look at someone.”

You stayed silent, both your hearts beating. He continued.

“I look at you, with love in my eyes. Love I didn’t know was in me...love I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.” He licked his lips with half lidded eyes. “I look at you with the love I thought I had lost.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest. “I love you so much, Dazai.” You whispered. He kissed the top of your head, humming in response.

“I wanna stay like this forever.” You mumbled, eyes suddenly becoming foggy, remembering you had no one back home.

“I know.” He softly whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I wanna stay with you forever.”

“I know.”

“Just with you, Dazai. No one else.”

“I know.”

“But we can’t...it won’t last forever.”

“...I know.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your whole body, hugging you as if you were going to disappear. One of his arms circled your waist, while the other held the back of your head.

“Then we’ll stay like this—till forever falls apart.” You mumbled, inhaling his sweet scent.

He nodded, kissing the tip of your nose. “Till forever falls apart.”

a/n: a part of this was inspired by the movie perks of being a wallflower, I’m sure you can tell which part :)

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[erensproudsimp]

Rivalry

Jean kirstein x Eren Jeager x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary: Threesome with Eren and Jean in the middle of a party? Hell yeah.

Word count: 2.4k

"So, how do I look?" coming from the bathroom you asked your roommate about your outfit.

"YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING Y/N!This little black dress really brings out your curves, " Hitch squealed.

"Aww Thank you bestie! When are you getting dressed?" you questioned looking for your black heels.

"I was just about to, I bet this party is going to be the best ever organized this year," Hitch excitedly said.

"Right? Heard that almost all students are going, I feel like it's going to be crazy and moreover it's organized by Jean,"you added while wearing your jewelries.

Hitch came out in a sexy red sleeveless dress which suited her perfectly.

" Oh. my. god. Marry me right now, what did I do to deserve such a pretty best friend, "you flattered her wiping fake tears from your eye.

" Says the girl who's going to take all the boys' breaths and by boys I specifically mean Eren and Jean, "she replied eyeing you from head to toe.

"Sheesh Hitch, you know that I'm not interested in them right?" you said arms crossed.

"I don't know y/n, that little blush is saying something else. So who are you going to choose among them?" Hitch teased.

"I'm pretty both of them asked me out due to their rivalry with each other but I have no interest in helping either win," you said with a sigh.

"I mean you may never know that they actually do have feelings for you, I remember seeing Jean stare at you during class," she explained wearing her makeup. Smacking her lips to spread the lipstick, she turned to look at you, "At least give one of them a chance? Like two of the hottest guys on the campus asked you out, think about it y/n," she suggested.

"They were already my best friends but maybe until tonight I'll try to make a decision but for now let's go enjoy okay?" you beamed.

"Let's go impress some bitches, have some liquor, spit on our haters and have the best night of our life," flicking your hair back you left the dorm with Hitch agreeing with you.

Parking your car, you got out to admire the grandiose building belonging to Jean in sight. Muffled music could be heard through the walls.

"Maybe I should give Jean the chance," you said.

"Haha yes girl get that bag," Hitch giggled dragging you inside.

Laughter, people making out on the dancefloor, a background scent of sweat mixed with booze, you finally saw your friends near the bar counter. Conversations stopped the second everyone noticed me and Hitch's entry.

" All eyes on me in the centre of the ring just like a circus," you sang in her ear as she smirked.

Walking proudly to radiate your confidence, both of you went to the bar, the crowd going back to their initial interaction.

"Hey guys!" you shouted throwing yourself on Sasha.

"Welo," Connie replied with a drink in his hand.

"Where are the others?" Hitch asked them.

"Mikasa, Armin and Eren haven't arrived yet and Jean is ensuring everything is in control," Ymir answered hugging Historia close to her.

Ordering a glass of wine from the bartender, you sipped said drink while chatting with your friends. Right at that moment the trio entered through the door.

" Look they came,"Historia pointed at them.

" Hello everyone, where's Jean? "Armin asked.

You looked at Eren taking in how he was looking so attractive in an all black outfit. However, he did not once glance in your direction making you assume it was because you haven't yet given him an answer.

" There he is,"Mikasa said as the man in question neared the group.

" Is everyone having fun? "Jean enquired leaning on the counter.

His stance screamed dominance but in such a subtle way it was sensual. You tried to meet his eye but he didn't acknowledge your presence too. Well, it was what you were supposing to be as in in contrary both of them were enraptured with your appearance they couldn't bring themselves to look at you.

"I'm going to the dancefloor," you announced frustrated by the lack of attention you got from the two men after finishing your third drink.

Pushing your way in, moving to the music you tried to take off your mind off having to choose someone between them. A stranger came up to you to ask if they could dance with you. With no hesitation noticing how handsome he was, you let him hold you in his arms as a distraction.

"Not gonna lie, I'm gonna be shocked if she doesn't hook up with someone tonight, like look at her man," Hitch commented hoping to push either Eren or Jean to approach you.

"Right? She honestly looks so hot," Sasha added understanding what she was trying to do.

Like they hoped, the tactic worked as both men stood up together. They looked in each other's eye as though communicating telepathically passing one message and it was to not let anyone come near to you.

Heading into the crowd to find you, Hitch and Sasha high fived leaving everyone else in the unknown.

Searching all round, they at last found you dancing with a random guy, your body all over him. There was a cold fury in their eyes and Eren pursued his lips in anger. He went up to the guy and gave him a death stare. The stranger felt his blood drain from his face into his gut as he abruptly left you.

At first you were puzzled at why the guy just disappeared until you saw Jean and Eren and understood the situation.

"Mind if I dance with you?" Eren asked holding his hand out.

"May I too?" Jean rushed in not to let Eren take the sole lead.

Taking both hands smilingly you replied, "Yes, you both may."

Jean twisted you in his arms pressing your ass against his hips as Eren held your waist in his hands your chest against his, both guys grinding on you.

Eren leaned in and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access to the area as he licked his tongue over your so sensitive skin.

Jean feeling a bit left out took a glass of wine from a passing waiter grabbed your soft flocks in his hand and pulled it slowly to not hurt you. Your head was placed on his shoulder as Eren continued to nibble on your neck.

"Open your mouth," Jean ordered you his lips brushing your ear and you obeyed without arguing.

He then poured the wine from the glass into your mouth. Moaning through the process, the liquid coursed from your throat into your stomach spreading its warmth all over. Jean still grinding on you pushed his hips forward for you to feel his growing bulge.

Rhythmically swaying your body to the beats of the music playing, you brushed your ass to Jean's bulge and hips against Eren's. Being sandwiched between them was like a dream come true.

Eren's hands slid up and down your arms, head intact on your neck. Jean was not doing any lesser either as he bent over to reach the other side of your neck, his hot breath ruffling and began showering it with kisses.

Grabbing your chin to lift it up, Eren pressed his soft lips on yours tasting the alcohol from your mouth.

"Hey- that's not fair," Jean snatched you from Eren, threw your body on his shoulder and slapped your ass to carry you away. Shortly Eren followed, "Give her back to me!"

Jean made you sit on a bed gently, kissed you lightly on your cheek then went to close the door of the room but Eren busted in right before he could.

"Oh you're not having her all to you, not until I'm still alive," Eren stated.

"Fuck you Eren, I'm not going to let you have her either you know," Jean cursed him.

At this point you didn't know what to say as anticipation filled your being so you just allowed everything happen by itself.

Before Jean could do anything, Eren rushed to you, pulled you in his arms made out with you in front of him to make him jealous which of course worked.

" Jeager!" Jean shouted approaching you both.

Eren's tongue was roaming in all corners of your mouth to explore them, a small moan leaving your throat.

Both guys froze hearing that.

"Eren, move I want to be the one to make her create those cute sounds," Jean pushed Eren to replace his mouth on you.

Jean was more passionate than Eren, probably because of the jealousy he was feeling.

"How about we hear what y/n has to say?" Eren suggested.

"Yeah y/n, make a decision, it's either Eren or me," Jean continued.

"I-, guys trust me I've been thinking about this and honestly speaking, for me it's either both of you or no one. Don't get me wrong you're both equally amazing and handsome so choosing one is just unfair. I love you both but I'm not going to choose one I'm sorry. Moreover, I don't want to fuel the rivalry between you two," looking at the floor you replied. You thought that this would make them feel disappointed but in reality it was the contrary

" Y/n..,"Jean hugged you so did Eren from the back.

" I'm glad you didn't choose to reject one of us, "Eren whispered in your ear.

" Yeah I'm so pleased too, "Jean agreed lifting your chin to kiss the bottom of your neck.

" And don't appogise y/n, you're not at fault here, we are for asking you out because of our competition so let us make up for it, "Eren's voice holding the promise of sex.

His hands unzipped your dress pealing it off you to leave you in your black lace underwear. Both Jean and Eren's face went scarlet red on seeing you in this state.

From the back Eren's big, warm hands reached out to cup your boobs while nibbling on your shoulder. In front Jean knelt down on you to kiss you on your stomach as his hands were caressing your curves.

Taking Eren's face in one hand, you stroked his face with your thumb, the other hand in Jean's hair playing with it.

"Can I?" Jean asked indicating to the removal of your undergarment.

"By all means, do whatever you wish," you gave both consent.

Seizing this opportunity Eren unhooked your bra and let it fall to the ground.

"You're so beautiful y/n," Jean gasped.

Your body chose that moment to shiver.

Not being able to control it anymore Eren lifted you in bridal style dropping you lightly on the bed. Ripping his shirt of his toned body, your eyes were locked on his abbs. Jean lost no time in taking his off too.

You were mesmerised. Those men were built like fantasies, their chest sculptured with the honed muscles of a god.

"Come here."

To your astonishment they obeyed sitting on each of your sides.

"What do you want us to do angel?" Jean asked with such adoration in his eyes.

"Tell us your deepest desires, we will make it a reality," placing his hand over your thighs Eren encouraged you.

"Use me as your plaything."

This one simple request was enough to send them off the edge.

"As you wish m'lady," Jean replied before kneeling in front of you.

More kisses along your neck by Eren while Jean split your legs to bury his face in between. You sucked in a deep breath.

Trailing his tongue on your inner thighs up to your soaked folds, Jean teased you.

Taking your mouth into a fiery kiss, sucking on your lower lip, Eren fondled your boobs. Sticking your tongue out to ask for permission he took it in without a second thought.

"Hmmm ah-," you panted on his mouth as Jean kissed your core, giving it a tender lick. Grabbing your hips to forbid you to move, he inserted his tongue in and out of you while rubbing your clit with his fingers. Pure heaven.

"You like that huh?"

You threw your head back at his words humming a yes, Eren proceeding to move from your neck to your collarbones to mark himself on your skin. A slight pain overcoming with pleasure sent chills down your spine.

"Jeaaann- ah- Ereenn," you screamed their names turning them on more.

Shortly after your stomach clenched as you came on Jean's face.

"You taste so good y/n," he said licking his lips.

"Now's my turn," Eren declared unbuckling his pants topping you.

"You okay with this right?" he asked concernedly caressing your cheek. You nodded and looked over to Jean signaling him to come over your head.

Slowly penetrating his dick into your cunt, you stifled a moan as you were helping Jean take off his trousers, his hardened member sprung free from its trap.

As Eren was thrusting his hips in you moaning your name, you were jerking Jean off with your hand, him panting loudly.

"Y/n go faster please," Jean whined.

Spreading his precum oozing from the tip, your fingers stroked it down the shaft.

"Forgive me for what im about to do y/n," the unbearable thirst pushed Jean to shove his swollen dick into your mouth. You muffled a moan at his action willingly taking it. Moving your wet muscle inside your mouth, you sucked him.

"Fuck y/n you feel so good tightly wrapped around me," Eren breathed picking up speed. Your breath stuck in your lungs, your eyes rolled back.

Two handsome men fucking you senselessly, you couldn't be in any more bliss.

"Good girl," Jean petted your hair as you swallowed every drop of him. Collapsing next to you, he was gradually grasping his breath.

On the other hand, Eren was still going pushing and pulling into you and from you.

"Go ahead, cum for me y/n."

Your legs were practically shaking as you came a second time over him. Realising he was reaching his limit, he pulled out and released his hot fluid on your belly.

Out of breath, he fell onto you as you hugged him. Ruffling Jean's hair you tried to wake him up.

"Jean we have a party remember? now wake up, you don't want people thrashing your house. You too Eren, Mikasa must be worried sick by now with your absence," you advised both only for your words to fall on deaf ears.

Sighing you stayed still to enjoy their warmth a little more.

Just a little more.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

You made me imagine Shigaraki trying to explain his family to like, Spinner or something.

"This is Hana, she's my big sister. I accidentally stole her hands when I got my quirk so she's technically the only person allowed to mess with me."

"This is Himiko, she's...I guess my little sister? I think we might've tried to kill each other when we first met. She's cool."

"This is Eri. We only have custody of her every other weekend because the heroes keep finding our hideouts. I'm pretty sure she's our baby sister, but Dabi is convinced she's either my kid or Hana's."

OKAY BUT BUT BUT ANON, THIS GIVE ME AN IDEA FOR AN AU. HERE ME OUT:

In this au, AFO doesn't exists (what a blessing) and Shirakumo Oboro is still alive.

The night Tenko's quirk manifest, Hana prevents him from doing anything using her quirk: if someone touches her skin recently, she can freeze that person's movements for a short amount of time.

Some years later, Shirakumo saves them both from their abusive family. Kotaro goes to jail, Nao goes to a mental institution to recover from the trauma and Oboro adopts the kids.

Welcome to the Cloud Family.

Shirakumo, a sort of vigilante now, keeps saving and adopting people that were forgotten by society.

Around that time he meets a girl maybe two years older than Hana. Her name is Magne and she ran away from her home because they didn't wanted her for being trans. She ask Shirakumo is she can stay with him, helping him raise the kids. He allows it, thankful.

Magne immediately becomes Hana's best friend. Both girls are an amazing duo and they help Tenko learn how to manage his quirk.

While Hana and Tenko study and Shirakumo works, Magne stays with the home duties, goes out with friends, lives her normal life being who she truly is.

She's cleaning the kitchen one morning and when Shirakumo breaks in through the window, holding a little girl in his arms. The girl looks younger than Tenko and it's covered in mud and blood. She's smiling big, fascinated with Shirakumo's quirk, like she's just taking a ride.

Shirakumo found her playing inside a trash can in the street. She was looking for something to eat. Her parents, some rich bastards, had abandoned her aftering finding out their kid liked to bite living animals and drink their blood. They kicked her out of the house and faked her death.

To cover up his vigilante identity, Shirakumo opens a bar. It's small, comfortable, perfect to hide from heroes and villians. He has a contact named Giran, who redirects to him all those people who need a hero but can't trust in the law.

Magne is the one managing the bar with Shirakumo, whevener he's not working. Hana, Tenko and Toga go to school.

Let's take a minute to imagine Hana and Touya being classmates. Imagine Hana and Touya arguing and even fistfighting. They become rivals. Which is pretty funny because you have Fuyumi trying to stop hee brother from insulting her best friend.

Little Hana hating Endeavor. Preach.

Natsuo and Tenko study together. They bond over trains and having idiotic parents.

PLEASE TOGA AND SHOTO BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

I mean, I've always headcanoned that Shoto and Toga are both neurodivergent so imagine then bonding over that.

Toga is considered a weird kid but Shoto likes being around her because she doesn't look like him like he's unreachable. Toga is always telling how his fire is so pretty, nothing like Endeavor's fire. Also Shoto, who's always bleeding thanks to his training, doesn't understand why it's a big deal that Toga asks him for some. He just gives her and they pretend to be twins when she uses her quirk.

The day Touya goes to Sekoto peak, Hana is looking for him because Shirakumo insists that she should invite him to have dinner with them. She goes with Shirakumo to Endeavor's house and from there they go look for him at the peak.

When the fire begins, Oboro flies over and rescues Touya. However, they both get pretty burned. Shirakumo scapes with the kid and arrives at the bar. Magne contacts an illegal doctor to cure them both.

Hana tells Fuyumi that Touya is alive but she refuses to tell her where he is. She will only tell her if Fuyumi tells her about Endeavor. Hana knows she's being cruel but she also knows them, and she knows something bad is going on with them.

Hana takes Fuyumi to where they keep Touya once she admits Endeavor's abuse.

But Touya refuses to go back. He's barely healing, slowly, and he hates his dad. He is full with hatred and anger and hurt. Shirakumo fears for his life, but he can't simply fight Endeavor.

Fuyumi returns home, troubled. Finally she talks with Rei and the woman visits Shirakumo in secret. She visits her son.

They reach an agreement: For the world, Touya Todoroki would be dead. Only his siblings and his mother would know the truth, along with the Cloud Family. Dabi would be just a kid without a family, someone who grew up in Shirakumo's bar.

And so they did. The Todorokis would visit him regularly with the excuse of the todosiblings being friends with the cloud kids.

When Hana and Fuyumi started college, Dabi stayed behind with Toga and Tenko. They started training together, and before anyone could notice, they were already a team.

The final adoption of the cloud family happened when a woman gave a little girl to Shirakumo one rainy night. She was terrified of the child. In the hurry, she told him to take the kid to a mafia boss and left, but Shirakumo couldn't do it.

Shirakumo already had experience raising little girls and raising children with problematic quirks, so she fit perfectly in their family of weirdos.

The yakuza never knew about this.

Eri grew up glued to Tenko, because they look a like a lot, so people didn't doubt them being siblings.

Shirakumo turns into a reformed pro-hero just to start teaching at UA along with his old besties, Aizawa and Yamada. He's in charge of teaching the kids about how the villians think and work.

Hana ends up studying to be a lawyer, but only to cover up her family whereabouts.

Toga and Shoto starts studying at UA together (or the AU where Toga replaces Mineta at class 1-A). Toga calls Aizawa "uncle Eraser".

Magne keeps the bar with the help of Tenko aka Tomura and Dabi. Which is just a lie because Tomura and Dabi follow the vigilante path together, creating the Anti-hero League. Bonus point because Natsuo has to constantly use his medical skills on his older sibling and his best friend, since they are both reckless idiots with self-destructive quirks.

Fuyumi works with Eri on learning how to control her quirk. Turns out Fuyumi is an amazing teacher and Eri completely adores her.

Rei is responsible for Shoto's scar but this time is totally an accident. She still goes to the hospital BUT Dabi exposes Endeavor and together they all sent him to jail.

Compress, Spinner, Twice, Mustard, Giran.. They all find their way to the Anti-hero League and most important, to the Cloud Family. Shirakumo is proud as fuck because his son is just like him.

Which takes us to Tomura having to explain he has four sisters to Spinner.

And this is the story Tomura told him and the reason why Spinner keeps losing his mind every time he sees them all on the family reunions.

The end.