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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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Heey, first of all yeeah to 500 followers!! You deserve them 🎉 I was wondering if you still do the celebration and could write something for #2 neck kisses with Tom. Thanks and have an awesome day 😊

so sorry but i completely lost this in my inbox so sorry its so late!!!! also this is kinda a Father’s Day one too (except im half a week too late but hey ho)

summary: soon to be dad!tom predicts your babies gender

kissing prompts 2 = neck kisses

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Your day had been a pretty mundane one. Just a typical Saturday of getting shit done - involving cleaning the bathrooms and then putting a wash on. It was a set of jobs you'd normally share with your fiance, except he had been out golfing all day.

To be fair, he had earned himself the day off. Ever since you'd found out you were pregnant - the boy had barely let you lift a finger. Especially after you'd passed the 24 weeks landmark, now that the baby bump wasn't so much a bump, and more a fucking volcano sprouting out your belly.

For once the British weather was actually pretty decent, meaning you opened all the patio windows to allow the ribbons of golden light to stream into your living room. In your own little world, you stood by the table and hung up baby grows on the airer. Yes, it was a bit early to be laundering the baby's clothes, but both you and Tom couldn't help yourselves. Last week, when you went shopping for Nikki's birthday - instead the both of you had got distracted by the newborn section.

Tom made a quiet entrance into the house, so much so you hadn't noticed the door open as you softly hummed an old Beatles tune whilst reaching for the following soft grey striped onepiece.

He hadn't been in the best mood when walking through the door. The round had not gone his way, he'd ended up 6 shots above his standard handicap whilst Harry had got his PB. Pissed was an understatement - Tom had turned down the pub after, which meant he was absolutely fuming. Instead, he just wanted to come home and have a shower and forget about everything.

All of that kind of melted away though, when he rounded the corner of the hallway - the sight stopping him dead in his tracks.

You, standing side on, your outline a silhouette to the evening sun filtering through the doors. The light effect made you look ethereal, as well as exaggerating your bump evermore. And then you were holding up this tiny looking babygrow in front of you. It was inexplicable but, at that moment, literally nothing else mattered to Tom.

Of course, you eventually caught him staring, a soft smile growing on your face after you'd turned to pick another baby grow up. All it took was that one look for all the tension in his body to fizzle away. Immediately Tom took the steps towards you, hugging you from the back and propping his chin on your shoulder, whilst his hands slipped under your bump.

"Thought you said it was too early to get the baby stuff ready?"? He whisper- chuckled, making you roll your eyes. Because it was his puppy dog eyes begging you to let him by the 12 babygrows the other weekend.

"Shhhhh would you just look how small they are!" You gestured as you shook out another damp babygrow in front of him.

"Just imagine…" Tom spoke very quietly as he reached round you to take the little onsie out of your hands. He then lifted up the hem of your cotton vest top, laying the outfit on your exposed belly. "Someday soon they'll be outside your stomach like this."

The action, of him holding the cotton fabric over your belly, had everything feeling a lot more real all of a sudden. You were seriously going to have a baby.

It made you let out a little gasp, which Tom only chuckled at, pressing himself closer against your back. "You only just realised that love?"

"No I- ooh" You were about to violently defend yourself from Tom's laughter, except you were distracted by a slightly uncomfortable pressure on your stomach. Instantly you moved your hand over Tom's and pressed down on the area, so Tom could feel the little butterfly kicking through the babygrow.

"I think baby likes her outfit" You giggled, whilst now it was Tom's turn to hold in an unconscious breath. He slowly pressed around the outline of the protruding limb, which your baby kept returning as if high-fiving him.

"Oh my god she just fist-bumped me!"

"Or he!!!" You laughed, shaking your head against the top of his.

"Nah it's a girl I can sense it." He whispered, though very much not concentrating on anything except the little game he played with the baby in your stomach.

"Spidey sense?"

"Nope… special dad instincts." This time he spoke against your jaw, before peppering your bone with short pecks. "Mhm…." Tom spoke as he worked his way downward, poking his nose in the crook of your neck "I love my girls so much."

"Or boy!" You indignantly interjected, earning you a huff from Tom as he stayed softly nipping the sensitive skin just above your collarbone.

He was attempting to get you lost in the feeling, and boy was it also it working. Letting your head loll to the side to give him better access, you exhaled deeply, bringing your right hand round the back of both of you to trail through his brown curls. He was still a little sweaty from spending all evening in the summer sun- which reminded you.

"How was golf, by the way?" All you received was a mumbled 'doesn't matter' back, which in itself answered your question very well.

"That means you lost?" Giggling at his schoolboy attitude to defeat, Tom groaned, then even harder when you spun in his hold, so now you were facing each other - his hands still holding the baby grow on your bump between the both of you. This way you could see him, and he wasn't ever able to hide anything when your innocent gaze was on him.

"-sn't my fault" He pouted, big brown eyes looking so profoundly at you that some might even find the intensity scary. "My club broke anyway, so it wasn't a fair game."

That made you cock your head to the side. Really? A club just spontaneously breaking? You'd seen the bank statements; you knew how bloody much Tom invested into his club collection. They definitely shouldn't e flimsy and snapping spontaneously at their price point.

"The club broke orrr you broke the club?"

"The club was involved in an unfortunate accident; a tree collided with it."

You had to laugh at how Tom explained how he had taken his anger out on a tree. Tom returned your humour with an eye roll - not much enjoying being caught out.

It didn't last long, though, as and harsh jab interrupted you with an 'ooof'. It came from inside you and even Tom winced at how hard the little munchkin inside you kicked your side, right over where Tom's hands were resting.

"I think that's baby's way of telling you off for having a temper tantrum." Once recovered, you had to grin again, rubbing the skin with Tom's hand to ease the subsiding ache.

"Is it not too early for her to realise exactly who's in charge?" He grumbled, referring to the fact that you both knew Tom was wrapped around yours and soon to be babies fingers.

"Or him!".

To shut you up, Tom finally gave you the welcome home kiss, still with his hands holding the babygrow on your bump. Excited, if terrified, to be yours and your baby's bitch boy for the rest of his life.

~~~~let me know what you think, recently been finding acc writing v difficult so sorry if this aint great~~~~~~

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#tom holland x you #tom holland angst #tomholland #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #dad!tom

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 years ago

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HEY THERE FRIENDS!

AND HAPPY FRIDAY!

This week has been a wild one for a few reasons and kind of got away from me. I didn’t get a chance to do my “three great things” post on Wednesday, but I read A LOT of great things this week and I didn’t want to NOT shout about them. I’m sorry it’s not the normal amount of shouting nor does it include any poorly drawn doodles this week - I’ll be back on my game next week - but I would be TOTALLY remiss if i didn’t absolutely IMPLORE you to read the following:

(NOT RANKED OR ORDERED IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER!)

Ephemera by @insomniamamma - nico. melancholy loveliness. little angsty. little bit soft. lots beautiful.

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again (parts 1 &2) by @oonajaeadira - dieter. unresolved feelings? kinda wanna slap him, very much want to smooch his dumb face. (hey annie, i make MYSELF shine, mkay?)

Starman (part 8) by @imtryingmybeskar - ezra. AND A DOG! lots of exciting and emotional backstory here. and so much touching.

Locked Down (parts 9 & 10) by @something-tofightfor dieter. secret romance (romance definition TBD by idiots in love) jenna is a REAL ONE. we are getting in deep friends, and pretty soon the shoreline is going to be gone... but shhhhh. jut keep swimming (and by swimming i mean sleeping with - and learning about - dieter.)

Untitled by @honestly-shite - joel. omg HOT. close call leads to CLOSE ENCOUNTERS. still fanning myself holy shit. (idk joel... i might just dare...)

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS THESE ARE ALL FABULOUS PIECES OF WORK, AND I AM IN AWE OF THESE WRITERS AND THE STORIES THAT THEY CREATE. PLEASE GO GIVE THEM SOME LOVE BECAUSE HOT DAMN DO THEY DESERVE IT! <3

#no three great things this week #so heres five fantastic things on friday #fic recs #Nico house comes with a bird #dieter bravo #ezra (prospect)#joel miller #pedro pascal characters #so. much. TALENT.

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hizashiiis · 4 years ago

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Bakusquad + “Why are you awake” Part One

This felt like such a cute prompt! I had a lot of fun with it. The first part is Bakugo, Kiri, and Denki, and part two will be Sero, Mina, and Jirou!

Warnings: insomnia, exam stress, bakugo being angry

Bakugo Katsuki

- He often has to drag you to bed

- He acts like he hates your little night routine, but it’s honestly one of his favorite things

- He likes taking the trip down the hall to your dorm, knocking lightly, knowing you’re still awake, even if it’s pretty late

- He used to go to sleep really early, but now he tends to wait for your goodnight text before laying down

- It makes him feel better, knowing you’re asleep and resting before he drifts off

- But sometimes you keep staying up, not sending a goodnight text, so he has to go tell you to sleep

The students of class 1-A have pretty much gotten used to hearing Bakugo stomping down the hall to your dorm at night, but the hour actually surprises a few of them this time. They know that usually he’s banging down your door no later than eleven pm, but here he comes, angry footsteps and all, at 1:43 am.

Muffled curses are spat in the general direction of your room, Katsuki not even really trying to keep people from noticing. He’s on a mission, little sparks igniting in his palms.

He had not intended to let you stay up this late, but he had foolishly taken a nap right after training, and as a result, woke up around 1:30 am. He looked at his phone, searching for the goodnight text that must have come, but there was none. The two of you were a couple with principles, so he knew you wouldn’t have simply forgone the text.

Reaching your door, Katsuki doesn’t bother knocking, opting instead to barge in with a friendly, “What the fuck are you doing up?”

You turn around quickly, abandoning the book you were lost in when you see his pissed-off expression.

You didn’t really know what time it was. You had settled down with your book to wait for Katsuki about three hours ago, and you’d been wrapped up in the adventure ever since. But judging by your boyfriend’s face, it was probably well past time to go to bed.

“Hi, Katsu.” Is the only response you can think of at the moment.

“Hi, dumbass.” He mocks you, pointing to his phone, showing the late hour.

Your eyes widen. It really is later than you thought. “Oh, no, I’ve really kept you waiting a long time. I’m sorry, love.” His expression softens slightly when he realizes you didn’t mean to stay up so long.

He crosses over to you, putting a bookmark in your story, and pulls you into a hug. “I thought I told you about how rest is important. You can’t forget.” He kisses your forehead; an unusually soft gesture for him, and leads you to your bed.

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. The book was just…” You start to yawn, settling into your covers. “It’s a really good story.”

He listens to you talk about the book you’re reading and plays with your hair until you finally fall asleep. Pulling out his phone, he sends you his goodnight text, and walks back to his room.

Kirishima Eijirou

- He’s a pretty late sleeper, but he starts getting a little worried about you if he notices you’re still up past midnight

- He’s usually training at absurd hours when he notices what time it is

- He likes to check on you some nights, especially if classes were hard that day

- Like, if Aizawa had been particularly rough to listen to that day or something, he’s right there at the end of the day

- On weekends, he brings you to his dorm to hang out, showing you things he found online

- Sometimes he just lets you fall asleep there

“Hey, my little pebble! Are you still awake in there?” He knocks at your door before stepping inside, noting the small piles of paper stacked around the room. It was almost exam time, and you had been a little overworked lately.

You peek out from a blanket cocoon, eyes swimming after re-reading the same sentence about eight times. “Kiri? What’cha doing here?”

He looks over your shoulder at the work you’ve been doing and quickly tosses it to the side, scooping you up into his arms. “It’s Friday, baby! Did you forget?” His tone is light, teasing you, but you really had forgotten, and your head feels like it’s under an ocean.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve been studying pretty much since I got back here.” You raise your head from where it had been laid on Eijirou’s shoulder, looking at his features up close. His face looks so nice from this perspective. He’s smiling at you.

“Don’t worry about it. Come on, it’s cuddle time!” Bounding out of your room, you in his arms, he looks so much like a kid. He’s very cute when he comes to get you for weekly cuddle time, always so happy to see you.

“Is cuddling manly, Kiri?” You tease him as he runs, causing him to halt in his tracks, nearly dropping you as he insists that only the manliest of men cuddle with people as lovely as you.

When you reach his room, Kirishima sets you down on his desk chair and tells you to wait there. His excited footsteps can be heard from behind you as he scurries around his space, collecting what seems to be a small mountain of things. He seems to have no regard for the fact that it’s quite late-- well past 1 am, in fact-- while he trips over things.

By the time he tells you to turn around, you’re both consumed with giggles. But all sounds fade when you face him. He’s holding a shoebox that’s been haphazardly decorated with red stickers, filled with comfort items.

“Since you’ve been so worried about exams, I thought I might make you something. Pretty cool, huh?”

“It’s amazing. Thank you, Eiji.” You give him a soft kiss, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Suddenly he seems to remember how late he came to get you, and his expression changes.

“Time for bed!” He scoops you up again, ignoring your squeak of surprise to put you in his bed, covering you up with his favorite blanket and settling next to you for the night. You’ll probably both get in trouble for this, but that doesn’t really bother either of you right now. It’s late anyways.

Kaminari Denki

- It’s completely the opposite for Denki

- He doesn’t sleep until the early hours of the morning

- Even if there’s something important he has to do the next morning, it’s really hard for him to get to sleep

- Because of his quirk, he always has a lot of energy, and it isn’t that he doesn’t want to sleep, he physically can’t sometimes

- Enter you

- Denki claims that you help him sleep better, and it’s possible that’s true, but it’s also possible he just likes having you close

- You’ve woken up to him staring at you a few too many times to be normal

- But anyway

- On nights where he can’t get to sleep, he has two things to try

- The first is calling you

- But he doesn’t want to bother you

- So sometimes he just waits, keeping his lights on way after he was supposed to turn them off, so that when you get up and walk past his dorm, you’ll come check on him

You’ve been asleep for hours already. It’s three in the morning, but you woke up suddenly with a strong urge to go get some water. Groggily, you throw the covers off and stand up, turning on the little lamp beside your bed. Your head feels heavy from sleep, and you exit your room slowly.

The walk to get water is short, and on the way there, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. It’s only after you drink the first few sips that you notice the light coming from under the door of your boyfriend’s room.

Yawning, you walk over and knock. “Sunshine? You up?” You call out softly, so as not to wake the other students. A few seconds later, the door opens to an exhausted looking Denki clutching his headphones. His usual energy is nowhere to be found, he just looks tired. Still, though, he smiles when he sees you, taking your hand to let you in.

“Hi, cutie. What’re you doin’ here this late?” He asks, rubbing his eyes.

Taking a look around his room, you see the evidence of his lack of sleep. His phone is plugged into his headphones, and there’s an old episode of Parks and Recreation playing from his smuggled television.

“Saw the light on.” You say, rubbing your thumb over his palm to get his mind to calm a bit. “I was worried you were still up. I was right.” You pull him over to his bed, moving various books and things off of it in favor of getting your tired boy to rest.

He laughs sheepishly. “Sorry. I tried, but I couldn’t fall asleep.”

You shake your head, not needing him to apologize, but not really knowing how to convey that through your current sleepy state.

You crawl into his bed, making grabby hands to get him to come with you. He happily follows, curling around you like a koala. He claps twice, and the lights turn off.

“Really, Kami? You have clap lights?” You say through giggles, looking at him in the darkness. He pouts, snuggling closer into you.

“Shhhhh. They’re convenient.” He mumbles, already drifting into a deep slumber. You giggle once more, running your hands through his hair.

“I’m sure they are. Goodnight Sunshine.”

#mha x reader #mha imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #kirishima fluff #denki fluff #mha fluff

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stevenbasic · 4 years ago

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Melissa Monroe, new Office Manager at Far Horizons Medical Associates, was back in the office after one day away. She’d taken the time off to settle herself, to get her thoughts straight, to wrap her head around - god! - just how fucking exciting it all was, now that he was...omigosh...becoming smaller.

And she was bigger every day...

She had summoned him - summoned him! - to her office, on this cold, rainy October morning. She’d told her girls to call him to her and he had come, without complaint. Her boss...or, haha, her ‘boss’...at her beck and call. Nnngh it made her squirmy. He had the title, but they..oh god...they both knew who was in charge where it counted. It made her feel every ounce a woman, dominating a man like this. It was early Friday and it was time for their weekly coffee date. Coffee, haha! She’d be feeding him more milk than ever, she thought with a laugh to herself - haha haha, it’s so funny! - and making sure he took off his jacket so she could see his thin, weak shoulders.

God!!!

It had been pointless, she thought to herself, as she sat up on her knees next to him on her office couch. She’d been calm when she asked him to sit. She’d been professional when she’d given him the tablet, pre-loaded with the new application photos and videos of a bevy of girls ripe for her team. She’d been dutiful, as she helped him out of his jacket, fed him his warm milk, and straightened his hair, set pillows behind him. But now, as she slowly rose up next to where he sat, she knew her “mental health day” had been a joke. She knew, no matter how conservatively she’d forced herself to dress this morning - in this vest, blouse, these pants - it was all for naught. In fact, the day away - instead of calming her - had made her jittery, like she was jonesing for a hit. She needed to see him, be in the same room as him, breathe air that had him in it. And, when she finally had him sat down next to her, as she felt herself slowly towering over him more and more, she knew she really had no control over these new urges she’d been having. Get a grip Missy, haha! she scolded herself, He’s still your boss!!

She straightened his funny little shirt collar for him. He’s just so small!!

”M-m-Melissa..?” Dr. J finally peeped. He’d been feeling it himself, secretly, this urge to see her. What was wrong with him?? It had gone way beyond just surreptitiously wanting to ogle her huge tits, her powerful legs. Admittedly it had started that way but now it was more than just looking for any chance to marvel at that god-given ass. He felt like he physically needed to be near her, and now after a day away he’d come to her when she called, obediently taken her directions, and had sat in relative silence. He felt cowed, and ashamed of himself. She works for you!! he told himself, Get a grip, man!!

“I’m sorry...just so excited to see y-...to be back,” she giggled, straightening up next to him just so, to get her breasts just under his eye level, “we have so much work to do, with these applicants, and I thought it’d be better if we do this together. Is it okay?”

“y-yeah, sure,” he replied, trying to focus his attention on the ‘applications’, on the images of these young, healthy, pretty women on the tablet she’d handed him, and not on the J-cups stretching the business blouse right next to him.

“I always get just so excited for our Friday coffee dates,” Melissa added, straightening her shoulders, “And you all dressed up for me...in a, is this a tuxedo shirt? You look so nice...”

It’s all I had that fit me; I wore this back in high school. ”Th-thanks,” he stammered, “and they’re, uh…’meetings’, not ‘dates’...” He was flailing, grasping for any semblance of authority. “...and I-I usually like to do these outside the office…”

“Oh, but why would you want to be anywhere else for our Friday coffee date?” Melissa cooed, scooting in closer to him, “It’s so cozy here, just the two of us. And it’s cold outside, rainy. So nice in here…”

She watched him shiver, even as he pretended to still be focused on the applicants. She could tell he needed her, needed her warmth. His little body was aching for it. It drove her nuts. ”But maybe we can do our dates at night…like, I could take you out to dinner…”

That got his attention!

Haha! Look at his face! Maybe, she thought, maybe she did just overstep there a teeny bit haha. But she was getting to the point where she couldn’t help herself. She felt reckless, she felt drunk on him and the idea of smothering him with her size. And she loved how nervous he just got. She just asked him out! And, she noticed...he didn’t say ‘no’.

Melissa laughed quietly, knowing his little personality was having trouble handling everything she was throwing at him right now. Realizing just how very much the alpha she was in this moment, she knew she needed to treat him gently, and couldn’t be too aggressive. “We can talk about that another time,” she said, making sure her voice sounded warm with understanding...and patient. She pet his shoulder, rubbed the back of his neck as she sensed his tension relaxing. “Now,” she began again, “it's been four days. We have, omigod, more than a hundred applications and we need to make some decisions.” She watched him nod, turn back to the screen in his hand. “I’ve put aside 20 that look good…”

With him still holding the tablet, she began to swipe through pictures of girls. Videos of girls. Resumes of girls. She would watch his face as a particularly pretty one from Hooters appeared, or a tall one from Evolution. “Ooo, look at her!” she would coo. She saw his eyes dart when the cleavage got too aggressive, and it would make her giggle. It was obviously - haha - making him uncomfortable, looking at these girls with his female Office Manager at his side. He was trying to hold it together, sound and appear relaxed, but his comments were becoming confused, his speech devolving to incoherent mumbles.

She swiped out of the applications. She knew what she should do.

”It’s hard to focus, with all this going on, isn’t it?” she enjoined, dropping her voice low, compassionate, suddenly tender.

”It...it is, kinda,” he answered. She watched as he turned back up to her, looking for some relief from the onslaught of cheesecake from the screen. Looking to her for comfort, guidance.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” she asked, words dripping with concern, empathy. She knew she could, if she wanted, flood him with her pheromones, make him feel the way she wanted. They were so close, though; she might kill him haha.

“It...it is, with...with…” she listened to him stammer, watching the little wheels and gears fit and start in his face. He was flailing, the poor thing, clueless and impotent, so adorable. He needed a woman.

”...with the divorce, hm?” she offered.

”y-yeah”

”shhhh, I know,” she consoled him, “it must be scary, huh? Life might get hard for men, without a woman, a wife. You’re all a mess, confused.” Her heart was beating in her chest so hard; he wasn’t even trying to argue, to be ‘strong’. She knew she could take him another step. “Here, I know what’ll help,” she said, “You need something to focus on...now, I want you to relax…”

With that, she sat up straight, sliding her hand from behind him, and began to unbutton her vest.

”m-Melissa?” he peeped, just the meager sound of his voice making her chest swell with pride, knowing how she was affecting him. He could do nothing but watch as she peeled the vest away from her chest and slide it off her shoulders.

In a moment it was laid, forgotten, on the couch behind her, and her hand was back behind his head. He was staring, she saw, right at her tits.

“shhhh…I know, sweetie, I know. It’s all so confusing, so hard,” she purred, “But relax...I’m here.”

He reeled inside when he heard himself moan, a weak little whine. He knew he should pull back, step away, recover whatever dignity he had left, but the sight of her mammoth bosom, stretching tautly at her sheer-thin, snap-up blouse, held him rapt. She was just so...big. So big and soft. Her chest in that moment was a safe refuge, magnetic and majestic, a sanctuary.

“Sheryl’s divorcing you, sweetie, it’s a hard fact to face but it’s true,” Melissa continued, “She’s leaving you with nothing, no money, just this job. And, really, she owns the practice, and the building, doesn’t she? So she’s really your boss. But she’s letting you stay, in the job, in the apartment she owns upstairs, right? She’s being very kind, really…”

She saw him glance down at the envelope of papers on the low table in front of them.

“...and she doesn’t need to be. She doesn’t have to be so patient. She just wants you to sign those papers, sweetie. Before she has to make things hard for you.”

She heard him whine again, and smiled as his eyes came back to her breasts.

“I’ll keep the papers here,” she consoled him, petting his hair and fighting the urge to just ease his face straight into her tits, “When you’re ready you come to me, I’ll help you sign.”

Her heart nearly broke in two when his sweet brown eyes then rose to meet hers, pleadingly. His lip quivered, he looked so distraught, so at a loss. “M-Melissa, I…” he began, trying to find his words, “I...I can’t…”

“Shhhhh…” she hushed him, “I’m here. We’re here. You need to let us help you through this. And the more of us there are, the easier it’ll be for you”

”m-m-more?” he stammered, obviously still confused as his eyes glanced down again into her bountiful cleavage.

Melissa giggled. “Haha yes, sweetie, more of me but also more of them,” she said, as she redirected his attention back to the tablet, opened up the images, “Look at all these girls that want to work for you…help you...be there for you...”

“Shanette, Katrina, Sammi,” she began, “Emily, Lexi, Bianca…”

His eyes goggled again at the barrage of women across the screen, all the legs, all the tits, all the hips. He had actually gradually started, in recent days, to allow himself to enjoy being surrounded by pretty employees. His business was suffering, the quality of care to his patients had plummeted, and his self-esteem had crumbled. This journey he was passively letting himself being taken on was - in more ways than one - sure to ruin him, but at least the view along the way was nice. Having his staff be made mostly of unqualified bimbettes, all high heels, lipstick and push-up bras, had its few perks. But what she was suggesting, bringing in all these...so many...it was like...like...

It was like an army. A swarm.

He needed to say something. “M-Melissa, I, uh, have to admit,” he began, the worry on his face plain to see, “I’m a little scared...bringing in all these girls…”

Melissa had, as she’d been watching him look through the portfolios of all the new girls, slowly been getting even more aroused, picturing him surrounded by all this estrogen, drowning in it. But hearing him say it? She nearly groaned.

“Y-you’re...scared?” she asked, husky voice betraying her excitement, “Of hiring women? Girls that are too attractive?” As she spoke, she’d been unable to help herself, and had inched in closer to him, gently turned his head back to her, back towards her breasts. “You think they’ll be a...distraction?”

Dr. J was struck speechless again, for the moment, knowing he shouldn’t be ogling the tits of his Office Manager. But, he was encouraged by her, and urged to reply as he felt her massaging the nape of his neck. “Uhhh...well, it’s not that,” he managed, catching himself staring at the outline of what looked like a black bra under her blouse, ”but more like, uh..uh, like, it’s a lot. C-can we afford it?”

Smiling under the attention, his obvious dumbstruck awe, Melissa continued. “Remember the Lean In grant...it’s so much money. Supporting female-oriented business, supporting women, giving them jobs,” she explained, “ And the more we hire, the more we get. The ladies at Lean In are going to take care of it all for you…”

Oh, uh, yeah, right. He knew all this. “B-but...where will we put everybody?”

“Oh, sweetie, didn’t you hear?” she purred, “Construction on the expansion starts on Monday. I have the company all set up, plans are made….here, I put a picture of the blueprints on here too…”

”wait what?” he sputtered, suddenly even more confused, more agitated.

Omigod how delicious is this?? Melissa thought to herself, relishing the astonishment in his voice. She remembered her last conversation with Sheryl, on the Zoom call along with Abby and Wendy from Evolution. They were about to show him, in spades, what women were capable of. ”Sheryl said to go ahead with it,” she began, trying to keep her voice measured, not betray just how fucking sexy this was, “tenants from the other suites are gone, we’re going to have whole bottom floor…” She’d already pulled up the image of the blueprint, and started him scrolling through the mock-ups, the digital models, the drawings of the new wings. They were beautiful, really. “The practice is expanding,” she continued, “offices for the new providers…” She flipped through digital images of modern, sleek medical areas, new hallways, big conference rooms, all stunningly more sleek and state-of-the-art than his current office. “There’ll be a whole suite, separate desks, just for the Evolution Study…”

“oh my god…!” he finally blurted, seeing one last image, a huge, classically majestic statue of a woman, set in a fountain, looming over an enormous new atrium. A statue that looked - jesus christ is this a joke?? - all-too strikingly like Melissa. This had become too much for him, this was too overwhelming. His brain, his sense of ego, were becoming fried. He knew it, and so did she.

She turned his head back to her chest, watched his eyes go wide again as she pulled him closer, diverting him effectively away from what was upsetting him.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Melissa purred, “my blouse is pretty see-through, isn't it?” She drew a deep breath, allowed him to stare again at her chest. ”...and you’re looking at my bra, aren’t you?”

”n-no, s-sorry, I…” he stammered, face flushing.

”shhhhh...here, you need more help…” she said.

“oh my god Melissa!!” Dr. J blurted, his voice louder, more emphatic than it had been all morning as he watched - in a swift, immediate motion, Melissa ripped open the snaps of her blouse, pulled it away, exposing her huge, newly-burgeoned chest.

“O shush…!” she laughed, tickled to amusement by his panicked consternation, dropping her blouse in a crumple behind herself, “You’ve seen me in my bikini, it’s the same thing.” She sat up straight, posed her shoulders, and let him stare at the huge breasts she’d grown. “My door is locked, it’s just you and me,” she assured him, her left hand finding its way back to its place behind his head, keeping his focus where she wanted it, “It’s okay, it’s alright. I know it helps…

The two sat there, for a long moment, with Melissa idly brushing fingers through his thick hair and allowing him to stare at her big, big breasts. She was supported heroically in a black satin bra that was huge but obviously still too small for her, and she watched as his eyes found the bulges of her that escaped the bottoms of her bra cups. He seemed helpless to do anything else but gape, and looked down into the flesh of it all. She was letting off just enough perfume now to relax him, help him settle his thoughts. By the end of this meeting, she wanted him to have come to terms with everythingl. She knew he was close.

”Looking at a woman’s breasts is just so relaxing, isn’t it?” she purred, indulging him with a voice she knew would be calming to him, “Helps you forget all your troubles…”

She was happy with his response, and knew she couldn’t expect much more. He’d nodded, grunted something affirmative.

Melissa giggled. The poor thing probably felt all of two inches tall right now. But she had eased him into a nice enough place, and - if he actually was two inches tall - they both knew where else she could ease him.

She knew the time was right, and pulled up the pictures of the applicants for him again. “Imagine, sweetie, if we had allllll these girls here for you, too,” she proposed, putting forward her picture of what she wanted the practice to be, “imagine all these girls, providing for you, taking care of what you need. imagine how you could relax then, with all of us around…”

“oh Jesus...Melissa,” he muttered, still lost in her cleavage. He was disbelieving, incredulous on how far he’d let things go, how much he'd let her rise, how far he’d let himself sink. He was lost in her cleavage and felt helpless to pull himself out.

“You missed me yesterday, didn’t you?” she asked, giggling a bit and scuffing his hair.

He’ll do anything I want, she marveled.

I’ll do anything she wants, he realized.

”w-w-we’re hiring them all, aren’t we?” he asked, finally, resigned to his new fate.

”Mmhm,” she answered, and felt the world opening up for her...

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hereformcdonaldshonestly · 4 years ago

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S/O Gets Sick

Fluff 💖

Shoto Todoroki-

Whenever you got sick, Shoto could automatically tell. How? You don’t even know, sometimes it would be because you had a slight cough or sneeze, or you felt a little on the warm side. But he would always know.

It got on your nerves sometimes, but when it was a bit more serious you didn’t mind the help. It was winter, the season of the great flu. You were burning up and sneezing, then there he was next to you. You were in your dorm, Shoto sitting on the bed next to you. “Okay, just take this.” He says, handing you some medicine. You take them, knowing that if you even tried to go against it, he would make sure you at least got well.

He used his ice quirk to slightly freeze a water bottle to hand to you and you hopefully get your fever down. He would always make sure you were comfortable, that you were getting the rest you needed, and he would always make sure to give you forehead kisses. “You’re going to get sick Todoroki.” You laugh a bit, coughing afterwards. He just shrugged and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be here if you need anything, and remember to stay hydrated.” He says, sitting by your side the whole day.

Tenya Iida-

Whenever you had a slight cough, Tenya automatically started to diagnose you. It was sometimes annoying because it would be allergies but he would think otherwise and make sure you get the time off you need to recover.

Then sometimes, it was more serious. This time it was the stomach flu. Poor Iida had to make sure you were okay while trying to not get sick as well. “If you want to be a pro-hero, you have to get better!” He says, handing you nasty tasting medicine. It was like the weird cherry flavor. You just nodded, your head pounding. “And-!” You cut him off, with a “shhhhh”. “Honey, my head hurts really bad. Can you please not shout?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes to block out majority of light. You hear him shift on your bed, and hear him taking a few steps grabbing something.

Whenever he came back over to you, you felt a cold sensation on your forehead. “If you do want to feel better, we have to make sure your fever goes down.” He says much more quietly this time, sometimes you did have to get blunt but he understood. If he was willing to get near you with something like the stomach flu, that’s true love! Granted he would probably be super paranoid afterwards about whether he had it or not, but hey he didn’t mind as long as you were okay.

Ochaco Uraraka-

She was always concerned! Whether you liked it or not, she would basically be your personal nurse. You usually told her when you didn’t feel great, since she didn’t usually pick up on it. Even if it was just allergies, you always wanted to let her know in case.

“Uraraka, I think I might be coming down with a cold.” You say to her, as you make some classic chicken noodle soup. She gasps, automatically putting down whatever she was doing. “Let me do that for you! Go rest!” She says, grabbing the bowl away from you. You laugh a bit, “uh babe, I can handle making some canned soup on my own.” She shook her head, “nope, there is no way I’m letting you do that especially when you have to get better before exams!” After some bickering, you finally sit down on your bed, sighing and watching her.

She made sure to get you headache medicine, some hot soup, and read your favorite book series to you. Sometimes you thought you would take it for granted, but you always loved it when she did want to take care of you. You wouldn’t trade it for anything, plus you did love the attention haha! She always made sure to make you feel better and you always did the same for her, even if it was just the sniffles.

Katsuki Bakugou-

Bakugou hated anytime you would get sick, first he hated the fact that you didn’t feel good. He may seem tough, but he did truly care for you. And second, no sex or anything, if you know anything about Katsuki, you know he’s uh. He’s very *excited* sometimes. He always got protective, even if it was caused by pollen!

But this time it was a bit more serious, you had the flu. It was winter time and you probably stayed out longer than you should of in the cold, so that explains the flu. “Dumbass, you have to take this!” He says, very frustrated by the fact that you haven’t been able to keep anything down recently, not even medicine. He wasn’t mad at you, he was honestly just mad at your immune system. “Bakugou, I’m trying!” You say coughing, he sighs and tries to pour out some medicine. “How much do you need?” He asked, before you could answer you could hear him mumble, “how do you even measure this shit.” You laugh to yourself, he was trying to care for you when in reality you would of been fine on your own.

But once he found out, he was going to use his aggression to get it out. He came over there with your medicine and some water, placing it down next to you. “Now eat up, because I refuse for you to be sick more than a week.” He says, quite seriously actually. You take your medicine and get comfortable in your bed, he sits down next to you. You can feel the bed shift to his weight, before you can really say anything you start to dose off. All you hear is, “I love you dumbass.”

I hope you enjoy! I had fun writing this one, it’s so cute! 🥺 But sorry for the lack of uploads, I’m going to start back on my regular schedule again! So get those requests going!

I hope you have a great day! :)

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mochegato · 5 years ago

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Covert Pregnancy

Covert Dating Covert Romance Covert Wedding Covert Marriage

Okay, yeah, the title gave it away but Adrien doesn’t know yet so shhhhh.

This was exactly what Adrien had been worried about. This is why he showed up in Marinette’s room before her wedding asking her if she was sure. He backed off because she promised him she was. She was confident this was the best move for her. And at first, it looked like she was right. Everyone could see the difference in her. That spark she used to have was back. That beaming smile returned and finally reached her eyes. They hadn’t seen Marinette like that since he first met her. And they all knew exactly what changed: Jason.

Jason was amazing to her. In their short marriage he had been nothing short of the ideal husband. It had been eight months of sickeningly sweet adoration and showering each other with affection. He showed her love and understanding, patience and support. But lately, Adrien had been noticing things. Little things. Things other people might not notice. Things that individually didn’t mean much, but taken together… Comments that Marinette made. Looks in her eyes. Excuses she made. Or as she was doing now, crying for no apparent reason.

One minute they were sitting on the couch, talking about nothing while some show they weren’t paying attention to played on the television in the background, the next she was sobbing. When he asked her what was going on she said it was nothing, she was just tired. She yawned and told him she was going to go to bed and he could let himself out.

There were only two things wrong with that. First, when she left she didn’t go to sleep. Jason hadn’t been home for a few days, which meant he wouldn’t be home to comfort Marinette, and Adrien was worried about her. So he took a bit longer to leave than he normally would have, which meant he heard her continuing to cry after she went to lay down instead of sleeping. Months ago, she would have called Jason when she felt like this, or she would have talked with him about it. But she wasn’t doing either. She was suffering alone, just like she did before she met Jason.

Second, he’s known Marinette for years. He knows tired Marinette. He might know Tired Marinette better than well rested Marinette. Tired Marinette is hyper. Tired Marinette bounces from thing to thing. Tired Marinette can’t focus. Tired Marinette is inspired, sometimes with the most heinous ideas ever thought of, but inspired nonetheless. Tired Marinette isn’t emotional at least not until she is so sluggish she can’t stand up straight. And even then, she isn’t like this. Tired Marinette is extra loving, not sad. This isn’t Tired Marinette. This isn’t well rested Marinette. This is something else.

The next few days seemed to go about the same, neither improving nor worsening. Marinette looked withdrawn, but she wouldn’t tell him that anything was wrong. But one thing he knew about Marinette was that she loved Christmas, and with Christmas only a little over a week away, he was sure she was getting more and more excited. She loved the friendly atmosphere, she loved the family baking, she loved the snow (watched through the window of a warm room while drinking hot chocolate), and she loved making presents for everyone she loved. And talking about Christmas and her plans for presents always made her happy.

“So, have you finished all your presents already? Or are you planning on using some of the time we’re closed next week to finish them?”

She looked up at him a bit startled, “Oh… um” she looked down like she was thinking about what to say. “I, um… I thought this year I might buy presents for everyone. It’s not like the family will notice, so… It’ll be fine.” She gave him a weak smile.

That wasn’t like her at all. Making presents was one of the ways she liked to show she cared about them. It was her love language. He had never known her to not make a present if she could. “What! Why?” He exclaimed before he could stop himself.

“I just. You know this year I thought maybe I’d give myself a break and… um… and this year go a bit more traditional.” She offered uncertainly.

He stared at her incredulously. Why would she change it now? Why would she think she should change what she had always done now? What had changed… Jason. Jason had changed. What had he said to her that made her think her handmade presents weren’t good enough for his family? Adrien hadn’t known the Waynes very long but he knew for certain they would absolutely love a present from Marinette. They loved Marinette’s designs and they loved Marinette. If Jason hadn’t married her, he was certain the Waynes would have made her a part of the family another way.

“Marinette, you’ve never been traditional. Making presents is your tradition. Everyone loves your presents. It wouldn’t be the same if it didn’t come from your hand.” He told her gently. She had to understand her gifts were more than good enough for everyone who loved her.

She looked down anxiously again but nodded at him, “Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.” Instead of looking more confident, she seemed to shrink in on herself.

He smiled encouragingly at her. She would see. As soon as the family opened her presents, they would be so excited, she would forget any nervousness or insecurity she had indulged in to convince herself she shouldn’t do it.

By the time patrol came around, she did seem happier and more confident. It helped significantly that Jason had returned from his mission and was going on patrol with them again. It was also sure to be appreciated by the Redbird shippers, who had cropped up quickly after Ladybird made her debut with the bats a few months ago, working primarily with Red Hood. She was a rarely seen but much loved addition.

Before patrol, Red Hood gave her a seemingly sweet kiss to the temple and whispered to her sternly. She smiled back weakly and nodded in response, turning to the family with a serious expression, ready to go out. He noticed even when she turned away, Red Hood kept a strong grip on her waist, not letting her wander too far from his side. And whenever Blackwing tried to get close to her, Red Hood would step between them. Adrien could feel the glares Red Hood was shooting him even through the helmet, but for the life of himself he couldn’t figure out what he had done to deserve it.

After a few moments of Blackwing awkwardly trying to catch Ladybird’s attention to see if she was okay, Batman brought the attention to himself, “Let’s pair off and head out. Nightwing, you’re with Robin. Spoiler, you’re with Red Robin. Red Hood, you’re with Blackbat. Ladybird, you’re with Blackwing.”

“No.” Red Hood spoke up gruffly. “Ladybird is with me tonight.”

“Hood…” Batman started out.

“Ladybird. Is. With. Me.” He growled out threateningly. Ladybird put her hand on his arm to calm him down.

Batman sighed and nodded. “Fine. Blackwing, you’re with Blackbat tonight. Ladybird, you’re with Red Hood.”

Blackwing scowled at Red Hood, but moved next to Blackbat. It wasn’t unusual for Jason to want to patrol with Marinette but he normally wasn’t so aggressive about it, almost like he was protecting her from them… or separating her from them. Or maybe it was him Jason was trying to keep her from. It was fine. He would see Marinette in the office tomorrow and he was sure Batman would not let Red Hood change the patrol partners next time.

Instead of quelling his concerns, the next day only made them worse. All the excitement from the night before was gone. Instead, she looked beat down and weak. She offered halfhearted smiles, which seemed to convince the other’s in the office that she was fine, but Adrien knew her too well. He eyed her closely as she walked through the office with a few models they were planning on using for their next show. She was having difficulty focusing on their conversation. It was nothing significant and anyone else might not even notice, but he noticed her periodically glancing critically at people as they were eating.

He watched her until he realized he hasn’t seen her eating lately. It wasn’t uncommon for her to do when she was stressed out. But, when she was reminded to eat or food was brought to her, she would always eat. That was the solution then. She might not be willing to talk about whatever was wrong, but he could at least do this for her. He could provide her favorite comfort foods.

By the time she was out of her meeting, he had her favorite foods laid out on her desk for her. She walked in with a sigh before she looked up and noticed him and the food. She gasped and her eyes bugged out as the smell hit her. “Adrien, what is this?”

“I noticed you haven’t been eating lately so I thought we could finish up any loose ends we have before we close down for the next two weeks while we eat.” He answered cheerfully.

She pursed her lips tightly, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “That was thoughtful of you, Adrien, but… um… I’m trying to lose weight. Yeah! Trying to lose weight before the gala, so… uh… I think this isn’t the best idea.” She turned her eyes to him and gave him a guilty smile. “But I really appreciate you thinking of me! We should talk though before we close for the holidays tonight, just… not right now. I… have to… I’ll be right back.” She rushed out of the room.

When she came back, they decided to meet in the conference room instead. After making sure they had responded to everyone that was waiting, they decided to close the office early so the other employees could finish any holiday shopping they needed to do. It was the perfect opportunity to spend time with Marinette. They always had a lot of fun shopping and maybe he could get her to stop at a café with him and eat something. He didn’t know why she thought she had to lose weight but he did not approve. She was already extremely thin. If anything she was too thin, especially considering their vigilante work and how many calories that burned through. It was bordering on unhealthy.

“Hey,” he started tentatively, “since we’re closing early anyway, do you want to help me pick some things out for Christmas? I still have a bunch of presents to get and you know the Waynes a lot better than I do. We could spend my money and hang out?”

She gave him another weak, tired smile. “I would love to, Chaton. But I am still so tired. I think I’m going to go home and take a nap. Maybe we can do it tomorrow? And I think we’re paired up tonight so I’ll see you then and we can talk and turn off the coms to plot presents.”

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good. I’ll see you tonight.” He nodded looking down. It felt like he was losing her, but more importantly, it felt like she was losing herself again and it was breaking his heart to see it.

When he got to the meeting point for patrol that night Ladybird and Red Hood were nowhere to be seen. They were later than usual. He was starting to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Hey, Nightwing? Where are Ladybird and Red Hood?”

“Oh, Red Hood said they weren’t going to make it tonight.” He shrugged it off unconcerned. He leaned conspiratorially toward Blackwing, “It sounds to me like they are going to be pulling back from patrols entirely for a little while. I think Red Hood wants them to focus on each other since they never really got a honeymoon.”

“Huh,” Adrien looked away, his brows furrowed. “She was looking forward to patrol tonight…” Nightwing clapped him on the back.

“Newlyweds, right?” He laughed before jumping off to start his route.

Adrien stared after him, the pit in his stomach growing bigger and more acidic. It was fine. He would call her to go shopping tomorrow and talk with her then, preferably without Jason standing over her shoulder. He huffed, shook his head to refocus himself and jumped off the roof to start his route.

But the next day wasn’t better. Neither were the next few days. He called and texted Marinette each day to check on her and ask if she wanted to do something but each time she said she was too busy to do anything. It was like she cut herself off from him. Maybe he shouldn’t be so concerned. He knew he was clingy sometimes, so maybe she just needed a short break from him. But lunch with Duke made him rethink his that.

“Wait, so you haven’t seen Marinette for the last few weeks either?”

“Yeah. We were supposed to go out for lunch last weekend and she was going to go Christmas present shopping with me but Jason called at the last minute to tell me ‘you’re a big boy, you can do it on your own.’”

“Really?”

“Eh, yeah. Just Jason being his normal obsessive, controlling, asshole self.” He shrugged it off.

“You think Marinette didn’t want to go?”

“No, I think she did, but probably Marinette needed more time for her presents and he didn’t want her stressed out so he interceded. You know Marinette, she’ll take too much on and doesn’t say no.”

“I suppose…” Adrien trailed off. That was true but Marinette would have told him that. She would babble endlessly, excitedly about the presents she was working on and the details she was putting into each one for each person and why. But she wasn’t doing that. She wasn’t talking with anyone, not just him.

Concerned didn’t begin to describe what Adrien felt right now. He needed to talk with Marinette and see how she was doing and see what was going on. He understood wanting a honeymoon period but it just was not like Marinette to close herself off from everyone around her, not if she was happy, not if she was mentally healthy and flourishing. It was what she did when she started spiraling. It was what she did during and after Hawkmoth. It was exactly what they had thought Jason was bringing her out of. But now it looked like he was helping to push her back to that state.

This was finally it. Jason was not going to be able to keep her away tonight. This was the Wayne family Christmas gathering. Jason and Marinette could not miss this without the family hunting them down and invading wherever they were. Adrien was going to be able to see Marinette and check on her, make sure she was okay.

When he got to the manor everyone was already there chatting, laughing, and snacking before the gift exchange and dinner. Damian was scowling at something Dick said, or maybe it was at the reindeer antlers he was wearing while Cass smiled approvingly at Dick. Tim was chatting with Barbara and Stephanie about something that required outlandish gestures from Tim, eliciting belly laughs from Barbara and eye rolls from Stephanie. Bruce was pretending to read a book in the corner of the room while he watched his family interacting with a contented smile on his face. Duke had just poured a few glasses of wine and passed one off to Marinette before walking over to greet Adrien.

Adrien gave him a warm hug but kept his eyes on Marinette, which is how he noticed Jason take Marinette’s wine away while she watched after it longingly with a pout but not an objection. Adrien cocked his head to the side and studied her expression. After a few moments he noticed it. He had enough experience in makeup to know when it was covering something. She had caked the concealer on around her eye but there was the telltale darkening there.

Before he even realized he had moved, Adrien had crossed the room to where Jason and Marinette were standing. “Hey” he yelled, getting Jason to turn around and face him. Adrien reeled back and punched Jason as hard as he could, putting his full weight behind the hit. The punch wasn’t enough to drop Jason but it was enough for him to stumble back a few steps.

“What the actual fucking fuck, Agreste!” Jason yelled holding his jaw and moving a little so he was between Adrien and Marinette.

Everyone in the room turned their attention to them. Only Dick and Duke had moved to intercede. The family was more than used to punches getting thrown. Standard practice was to assess if they were in the fight zone and might get caught in the collateral damage. If not return to what they had been doing before the fight broke out. However, this was different. Dick and Duke wouldn’t have even gotten up except it was Adrien. Adrien had never hit any of them outside of a sparring mat. Whatever was going on must be something extremely upsetting to Adrien and have been wearing on him for a while.

Duke looked between the two, his eyes flashing golden for a moment before he looked back to Marinette with a look of wonder in his eyes. “Oh my God,” he said so quietly Marinette could barely hear him despite standing right next to him. She looked over at him with a questioning look on her face. He gave her an excited grin and nodded to her and moved to stand between the boys who were still locked in a staring contest before Adrien could throw any more punches.

“I don’t know exactly what you are doing to her, but it stops now! I don’t care who your family is. If you ever lay a hand on her again, I’ll make good on the promise I made to you before you got married.” He yelled at Jason, struggling against Dick, who was barely holding him back.

“What the ever loving Fuck are you talking about Agreste?” Jason yelled back. He pushed to move forward but Duke held up a hand and shook his head with a stern expression. Jason glared at him before looking back at Adrien. “If you are suggesting I have ever so much as laid an unwelcome hand on Marinette…”

“I can see the black eye, you bastard.” Adrien growled back. “You’ve been keeping her from going on patrol so I know she didn’t get it there. That leaves you. God only knows how many others you’ve caused on her. That explains why she’s been crying so much lately, why she doesn’t go out with friends anymore. She’s not even eating. And, what?” he yelled motioning to the drinks Jason had taken from Marinette. “You don’t want your wife drinking in front of your family? She’s not the one embarrassing them self.”

Jason continued glaring at him for a few moments before he looked down and let out a deep sigh. Marinette moved closer to him until she was leaning against his side. He reached back blindly for her hand. They were a team, they would get through this. Dick looked at Marinette again, examining her eye. Adrien was right, now that he really looked, he could see the makeup hastily applied around her eye. He looked to Jason in shock, “Jason?”

Duke gave Dick a pointed look and shook his head to let Dick know it wasn’t what it seemed. The rest of the family took note of Duke’s actions and stared at Marinette like she was a puzzle. Cass was the first one to figure it out. Her eyes widened and she gasped as soon as she did. She looked to Marinette with a questioning look and formed a fist with her hand and shook it by her cheek. Marinette smiled back and nodded. Cass squealed in delight.

Tim and Damian caught the sign and whipped their heads back to Marinette. Tim jumped up to hug Marinette but Damian sank further back into the couch. “Oh for the love of… Tell me this isn’t true.”

Dick immediately glared at Damian. “Of course it isn’t true! Jason would never hurt Marinette. There is something else going on.”

“Obviously, idiot. Take a look around and rethink your assumptions. They’ve given more than enough clues.” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes.

“Marinette? Jason?” Dick prompted them.

“Yeah. I’d love to hear what the explanation for all of this is.” Adrien jeered trying to push past Dick again.

“Not exactly the way we wanted to do this, we actually had presents to announce it, but…” Marinette started but she looked to Jason for help, squeezing his hand for comfort.

Jason took the hint and turned to her so he could wrap her up in his arms. He gave her a wink and a devilish smile before answering the question, “I didn’t knock her around, I knocked her up, asshole.” Marinette glared at him playfully.

Bruce groaned and ran his hand over his face. “Really, Jason? That’s how you chose to tell us?” He let out a deep sigh and smiled at them. “Congratulations Marinette and Jason. That’s really exciting.”

“Tell us what? What’s exciting?” Adrien looked around confused, “What does that mean?”

Marinette smiled kindly at Adrien, “It means, I’m pregnant. That's why I want to drink the wine but I can't. That's why I have no appetite lately, because I throw up anything I eat and just the smell or thought of the smell does the same. That's why I can't go out with you guys at night anymore even though I keep trying, because I start out fine but I’m so utterly exhausted and the world is usually spinning for me by the time patrol ends. It's why I cry at commercials on the TV, because I'm so ridiculously emotional right now. And I know I’m being overly emotional but I still can’t stop the tears. The more I try, the more I cry. It’s infuriating. I’m emotional and nauseous and hungry and exhausted and scared. But more than anything else, I'm excited and really happy. I can't wait to have a family with Jason.” She smiled lovingly at Jason. He reached down and stroked her cheek.

“You're going to be a mom?” Adrien asked tentatively, excitement already shining in his eyes.

She smiled shyly at him. “There are consequences for being impulsive. This is it. Plus, you know, wielder of Creation,” she pointed at herself. “Apparently that greatly increases my likelihood of getting pregnant.”

“And the black eye?” Dick asked for clarification.

“Ugh. I don’t know if it’s because of the miraculous intensifying things or just natural hormones but I’ve had ridiculous morning sickness. Honestly, I’m so beyond excited about the baby, but I’m ready to be past the throwing up constantly part. Have you ever thrown up so violently you gave yourself a black eye?” She pointed to her eye. “I have. 0/10 Do not recommend.”

“You’re going to be a mom.” Adrien repeated with a huge grin. Completely ignoring the last part of her statement.

Marinette laughed. “Yes, I'm going to be a mom. Jason is going to be an amazing dad. And you, if you can stop punching my baby's father for 5 minutes, are going to be an awesome uncle.”

“I'm going to be an uncle?” Adrien looked at her in wonder before it all finally settled in. He turned to Dick and yelled excitedly, “I'm going to be an uncle!” He turned to Duke and grabbed him into a hug, “I’m going to be an uncle!” He turned to the next person and said it again. However that next person happened to be Jason who was not as amused by his excitement as the rest of the room. “Yeah, I know. I’m going to be the father.” He said flatly.

Adrien’s expression quickly switched to guilt. “Oh God, Jason, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for hitting you and I’m really, really sorry for thinking you would hurt Marinette.”

Jason waved him off, “Nah, it’s okay. I’m glad she has you to protect her. I worry about her, you know, especially now. Late nights, all-consuming design kicks, asshole businessmen… I know she can handle herself, but it’s good to see you’ll have her back if she needs it, even if it had to be from me.”

Adrien watched them with a soft look. Jason was watching Marinette so lovingly and stroking her cheek so gently. The smile on his face as he looked at her was pure bliss. And the look Marinette was giving him displayed a peace and elation he had never seen on her face. Looking at them now, he doesn’t know how he could have ever thought otherwise. Jason was going to be an amazing dad and she was going to be an amazing mom. He started as a sudden thought struck him. “Hey, Marinette? Have you told your mom already?”

“Oh God yes!” Jason exclaimed before Marinette could respond. “I’d like to live to see my child, thank you.”

She smiled wryly at him and chuckled. “She almost knew before Jason did. I wasn’t willing to risk her wrath again.”

Tim looked at them with an incredulous expression. “Seriously? I’ve seen her mom. She’s shorter than Marinette, and that’s saying something.” He ignored the glare she sent his way. “Are you seriously saying you’re afraid of her?”

“Yes.” Jason responded without hesitation.

“Is she really that scary? Really?”

Jason, Marinette, and Adrien looked at each other with grim looks and haunted eyes, “Yes!” they responded at the same time.

“We didn’t tell her about the wedding until a few weeks after and I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous and scared.” Jason shuttered. He reflexively hugged Marinette closer at the thought.

“I can’t believe you seriously thought Jason would hurt me at all let alone risk my Mom’s wrath.” Marinette shook her head with a smile, snuggling into Jason’s chest.

“How was I supposed to know? You said you weren’t eating because you were trying to lose weight!” Adrien exclaimed. “That’s not what I expect a pregnant woman to say.” Marinette winced at that.

“You said you were trying to lose weight?” Jason straightened up.

“I panicked!” Marinette exclaimed. “We weren't telling people we were pregnant yet and I just said the first thing that came to my mind.” She looked down sheepishly. She really should be better at thinking under pressure by this point.

“And that was to lose weight?” Jason asked cautiously.

Marinette sighed, “I had just been talking with some models who said another brand told them they needed to lose weight. I was thinking I should talk to Adrien about a company policy against things like that.”

“Oooo, that’s a good idea. We should do that.” Adrien nodded.

“I know, right? So it was on my mind.”

“Okay… so you're not worried about your weight, right?” Jason searched her eyes for confirmation.

“No,” Marinette shook her head, eyes shining fondly at him. “My priority is making sure our baby and I are healthy, not my weight.”

Jason sighed a relieved breath, pressing his forehead to hers and smiling adoringly at her. “Good because I love you like this…” he kissed her cheek, “and I’m going to love you like you'll be in 3 months…” he kissed her forehead, “and how you'll be in 6 months…” he kissed her other cheek, “and how you’ll be after the baby, too.” He pressed a gentle but passionate kiss on her lips and hugged her even closer.

“Ew! Guys we do not want to see you reenact how you conceived the baby.” Tim groaned in disgust.

“Relax. We’re not going to do anything here.” Jason snapped. A relieved sigh was heard from more than one person in the room. “But we can get the video out if you want.” Jason added with a smirk.

Marinette squawked and turned a deep red color, furiously waving her arms. “There is no video! He’s joking.” She slapped him arm before burying her head in his chest trying to disappear in embarrassment.

“Yeah, it would be hard to figure out which video it was…” he added grinning devilishly down at her. He wanted to see just how red he could get her to turn and embarrassment in front of his family was the best way to do it.

“There are no videos. He’s just being an ass.” She turned quickly to the family to reassure them.

“That’s what she wants you to think.” Jason smiled even wider.

“Jason…” she growled. Jason noticed the subtle switch in red on her face from embarrassment red to annoyance red and decided the game was over. It was no longer teasing. It was now picking on her. She was having a rare period of not feeling like she was going to throw up or pass out and he didn’t want to ruin that for her.

“Okay, sorry. I was just kidding.” He rubbed her arms and kissed her temple gently. “It’s too magical to be caught on film anyway.” He couldn’t stop himself from adding with a cheeky grin. Marinette let out a deep, long suffering groan but let him wrap his arms around her from behind and nuzzle into her hair. He chuckled lightly, his hands finding her not-yet-showing belly to caress it, and whispered into her ear, “I love you.” She sighed again, covered his hands with hers, laid her head back on his chest, and whispered with a contented smile, “I love you, too.”

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Fun Fact: I threw up so much and so violently during one bout of morning sickness, I broke a bunch of vessels in my eye and around it, effectively giving myself a black eye. Hence it’s mention in this fic.

Also, we’re pretending there was never a Blackwing before.

Also also, the sign Cass did was the sign for “aunt”.

#maribat #jasonette #Covert Jasonette

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sindrafalcone · 4 years ago

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Secret Valentine...

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Kwon Jiyong (G Dragon) x reader

Synopsis: Jiyong finally figures out his secret Valentine

Warnings: fluffiness, candy induced fluffiness

Author’s Note: Finally finished this belated Valentine’s fluff piece! Maybe Jiyong will leave me be for now so I can go back to writing Seunghyun. lol My apologies for the lateness. But I hope you guys still enjoy!

Suggested Listening: ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own any images used.

Masterlist

From his place on the floor of the YG mens locker room, partially hidden behind some empty boxes, Jiyong yawned as quietly as he could & checked the time on his phone. 5am. That meant that most of the early employees should start arriving soon. He felt himself smile and excitement bubbled up in his chest. This time he was finally going to figure it out...

The chocolates had begun mysteriously appearing in his locker on Valentine's day of 2007. Bigbang had made their debut, but hadn't quite managed to find that hit song that he was so sure he'd be able to write sooner or later.

After an incredibly long and tiring day of dance practice he'd opened up his locker, only to find a tiny white box sitting on the shelf inside. The box was plain, not even a bow or a note in sight. Curiosity got the better of him as he carefully extracted the little package from it's hiding place, turning it over in his hand to see if he could figure out what it was. “Hey!” he called out to the other four men. “Did any of you guys slip this into my locker?”

He held the box up so they could all see it, but every man shook his head. “What is it?” Seunghyun asked, his voice a bit muffled as he changed shirts. “If I knew that, do you think I'd be asking who put it here?”

“Well, open it!” Youngbae encouraged.

Jiyong eyed his best friend warily, but decided he was right... the only way to find out was to open the damn thing. He slid his thumb along the flap and pulled it back. He had to fight the urge to laugh as the whole group crowded around him in order to see what his unexpected gift was.

“It's...” Jiyong was at a loss for words.

“Chocolate?” Daesung offered tentatively. “I think...”

A single chocolate truffle was all the box contained. It was sad looking and irregularly shaped, clearly a homemade attempt. Jiyong reached into the box with trembling fingers, picking up the chocolate in between his forefinger and his thumb so he could examine it closer. It was obviously dark chocolate, covered in a layer of cocoa powder. But it still had a faint scent of something else... 'Oranges, maybe?' he thought to himself.

“Awww.... Jiyongie got himself a Valentine!” Youngbae teased. “Who's it from?” the maknae asked.

“I have no idea.” Jiyong whispered, just before he held it up to his lips and took a bite.

Despite the yelling protests of his friends, telling him he was insane for eating something from an unknown sender, Jiyong was in heaven.

He had been right. The slightly bitter flavor of the cocoa powder hit his tongue first, followed quickly by the sweetness of the rich chocolate as he chewed the soft confection slowly. Only after he swallowed did he taste the orange and something slightly more astringent... probably alcohol of some sort. A satisfied groan came from somewhere deep within Jiyong's chest.

“Damn...” Seunghyun swore under his breath. “Must have tasted better than it looked. Can I have the other half?” he looked at the leader hopefully.

“No.” said Jiyong simply & then popped the rest of the treat into his mouth. This was his very first Valentine's chocolate and he was not in the mood to share it.

The guys just shook their heads and went back to getting ready, all interest in teasing Jiyong was lost now that the chocolate was gone.

And that was how it had started.

Jiyong had received “mystery chocolates” in his locker every Valentine's Day from there on out, with the exception of the couple of years he'd actually had a girlfriend. And on those years, he'd found himself seriously missing the candies. So much so, that he'd started to make absolutely sure he was single on Valentine's Day, just so he'd be guaranteed to get his chocolates.

Over the years the number of candies had multiplied and improved in quality. The second year, there had been four of the same that he'd gotten the first time. Each one a little rounder & more expertly shaped than the one before. And it had just snowballed from there... fillings and toppings had changed, there was now a mix of dark, milk and white chocolate. And, he had to admit, the candy itself had gotten prettier, more well made. Practice made perfect, Jiyong supposed. But the boxes, even though they'd been getting steadily bigger, were always plain & white with no indication whatsoever as to who kept leaving them in his locker.

Jiyong heard the door to the room open, jolting him from his memories. He watched as a shadowy figure crept into the room and headed straight for his locker. Patiently he waited... the “chocolatier” as he'd come to think of her, opened his locker quietly, pulled a container from her bag, and slid it into place on the shelf. Then she stealthily shut the door to the locker and turned around.

That was when Jiyong sprung his trap.

“A-ha!” he yelled in triumph, flipping up the light switch and flooding the room with the harsh glow of florescents. “I've gotcha now!”

You screamed and flattened yourself against the row of lockers at the sudden invasion of light.

Jiyong stood there just blinking, trying to give his eyes time to adjust.

“Ji... Jiyong?” your voice wavered in shock and a slight tinge of fear. “You scared me to death!” you held a hand to your chest, attempting to slow the frantic beating of your heart.

“______________-ah?” Jiyong asked, his voice sounding confused, but intrigued at the same time. He couldn't imagine that you, of all people, turned out to be his mysterious Valentine chocolate maker.

You'd begun working at YG in 2005, starting as an unpaid intern, basically running errands and cleaning. Through the years, you had managed to work your way up through the company based solely on hard work and perseverance. You moved over to working with the Coordi Noona's on wardrobe & then transferred to the set and stage team. Now you were incredibly proud to be able to say that you were the main set designer for all of Bigbang's concerts. It was a job that you loved and hated at the same time. Because it helped keep you close to Jiyong, the man you had come to love and accept that you could never have. So, you made a compromise with yourself to make him chocolate every Valentine's Day, never letting him know who they were actually from, because you knew that his rejection would absolutely wreck you.

Jiyong moved around the boxes he'd been using as cover and strode over to stand in front of you, dangerously close.

“So... you're my 'chocolateir'?” he asked with a smirk.

“I...” it was on the tip of your tongue to say that you didn't know what he was talking about, but you knew it was no use. You'd been caught & now would come the rejection and humiliation that you had been so scared of for years. That's why you had placed them in his locker in secret in the first place, you didn't have the courage to face Jiyong and admit your feelings.

He simply reached around you and deftly popped his locker open, reaching in and coming out with the simple white box in hand.

“Jiyong, I...” you started to explain, but he just held a finger up to your lips.

“Shhhhh.....” he said with a smile as he pried the lid open.

You watched as his face lit up like a little kid, looking at the variety of chocolates in the box this year. He pointed to a white chocolate one that you'd made for the first time. “What's this one?”

“Raspberry mousse.” you told him flatly.

“And this?” he pointed out another.

“Pistachio.” you sighed.

Jiyong took his time looking the box over, but the longer he took, the more his delighted face turned into a frown.

“Where's the orange ones?” he pouted.

“What?”

“The orange ones!” he whined. “You know... like the first one you made me.” Jiyong looked at you then, his brown eyes pleading.

“Oh....” you chuckled. “those are on the second layer.” you reached over and lifted the first section of the box to reveal the tier below.

Jiyong's eyes grew wide as he saw that the entire second box was filled with nothing but the orange truffles that he loved so much. Without hesitation, he reached in and lifted one out, popping it into his mouth in a single bite and moaning aloud, just as he had the first time.

You felt yourself shiver as Jiyong ate the truffle. Watching as his eyes slid closed in complete bliss and the sound of satisfaction escaped his chest. You couldn't help but feel proud that your chocolate making skills had managed to elicit such a response.

“They aren't orange.” you whispered, not sure why you felt the need to correct him on such a small detail.

“What?” his eyes popped open in shock, the moment ruined.

“The truffles...” you stammered. “They aren't orange. They're Grand Marneir.”

Jiyoing grinned. “I thought I tasted alcohol...”

“I, uh... I learned how to make them from my aunt.” you admitted shyly.

“And the rest?”

“Well, at first I just watched videos online and eventually I took some local classes on chocolate making.” you said quietly, not really sure why you were admitting all this to him.

“All that... just for me?” he asked, carefully taking the first layer from you & setting both down on the nearby wooden bench.

You just nodded, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Jiyong turned back to face you, his face suddenly serious. “All this time... why not just tell me, _______-ah?”

“I...” you briefly thought about lying, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. “I... wanted to wait until they were perfect. And I was... I was afraid you wouldn’t return my feelings.” you looked dejectedly at the floor, certain that he was going to try and turn you down as gently as he could. You couldn't bear to watch his face as he did it.

To your great surprise you felt Jiyong step into your space. One hand snaked around your waist, coming to rest at the small of your back. His other hand gently came up under your chin, tilting your face so that you were forced to look at him.

“They're already perfect.” he murmured. “They were from the very beginning.”

You opened your mouth to protest, because even you had to admit that the first truffle you'd left him had been positively ugly. Instead Jiyong slid his mouth over yours, objectively swallowing anything you were about to say.

The kiss shocked you at first, but once you realized there was actually feeling behind it on his part, you began to kiss him back eagerly. You wound your arms around him, pulling Jiyong even closer to you.

There was a hint of dark chocolate & Grand Marnier and you found that couldn't get enough now that you'd finally gotten a taste of him.

After a while, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, his lips still barely touching yours. “You were my first Valentine.” he admitted breathlessly.

“Really?” you gave him a dubious look.

“Honest.” he smiled. “You can ask the guys if you don't believe me.”

You returned his smile, leaned forward and gave him another small kiss.

“Can I also be your last Valentine?”

Jiyong pulled you into a tight hug, whispering into your ear, “I'd love that, actually... just as long as you always make me those orange truffles.”

“Deal.”

Jiyong exhaled a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding and chuckled. He pulled back so that he could look at you.

“Fair warning, _________-ah. I feel like I should tell you to brace yourself.” he said, his face suddenly serious.

“Brace myself?” you asked, confused. “For what?”

“I have a lot of White Day's to make up for...” he said, winking at you before leaning in for another kiss.

#g dragon #jiyong #g dragon scenario #jiyong scenario #kwon ji yong #bigbang #bigbang gdragon #bigbang jiyong #bigbang scenarios #g dragon fic #jiyong fic #jiyong fluff #g dragon fluff

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thatskepticalbitchcara · 4 years ago

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Lmaoo I might have to drop out of the running baby I can’t compete with rich doctors 😭 but here you go

how tall are you: 5’6

ideal date: I kind of like doing stuff outside but really anything that’s not too chaotic and makes it easy to talk. I think wine and paint nights are really fun 🤷🏼‍♀️

favorite place you’ve traveled to: mmm idk they’re all different to me but I fell in love with Salzburg when I was in Austria. Seville is very special to me too 🤍

where’d you go last time you took a plane: Miami in August with friends and then from there to Orlando and went to Disney with my mom for a couple days which was SO fun

do you have roommates: no just me and my cat

would you relocate for a significant other: if it was serious I probably would but I love Massachusetts and being near my family so it isn’t ideal

oldest, middle, youngest or only child: youngest, two older brothers but one is my Irish twin

best movie you’ve seen recently: I haven’t really had time to watch anything recently but I watched All Good Things a couple weeks ago and liked it

do you believe in aliens and/or ghosts: yessssss to both

how long have you been single: 10 months

what’s your longest relationship: 2 and half years

what do you do on sundays: mostly just errands, deep cleaning and laundry and I have dinner with my 4 year old nephew every Sunday

are you open to open relationships: no lol I’d get so jealous

what are you currently wearing no cheating: I just got home so I’m about to change but a black body suit, black ripped jeans, black docs, and an orangey beige denim jacket

what did you do today: omg it was so long but such a good day. I woke up a little late and rushed a work out, then showered and got ready and picked up my brother from the airport and we hung out most of the afternoon which was amazing because I haven’t seen him in person since March 2020 because of the pandemic and he lives in NYC. He came home for my birthday and the like 4 days later everything shut down and he hasn’t been home and I haven’t been to New York since 🥺 and then we went and had a couple drinks with our other brother and my mom. And thennnn I had to go to a dinner for my friends birthday and now I’m home and tired lol

what’s your heritage: like 75% Irish 25% Dutch

what kind of car do you drive: a ravioli (rav4)

do you have commitment issues: lmaooo not really but mild trust issues and moderate abandonment issues

are you a gleek: no I’ve only seen a couple of episodes 😬

shhhhh no absolutely no dropping out. i would be sad ❤️‍🩹

both the wine & paint night and your favorite trips sound incredible. i’m glad you got to see your brother! that’s really exciting. i didn’t see my family for the longest time either thanks to the pandemic.. and we got together in july/august finally which was nice. i’m glad now that the world is opening up just enough for us to do a little bit more. i don’t like going so long without seeing people close to me.

your outfit sounds hot btw 👀

and you having dinner with your 4 year old nephew every week is the cutest thing i’ve ever heard wtf 😭🥰❤️ my heart!!!

i still want to see your cat 😂💕 and for you to come off anon. but alas, i will be patient. channeling my inner calm 🧘🏻‍♀️ whenever you’re ready though. i’m here.

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kaoru-takaida · 4 years ago

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MHA Fanfic Collab Fanfic

Chapter 4: Reveals

Kirishima lays on his futon awake and unable to sleep. Bakugou is near him, in his own futon, trying to sleep. Kirishima sits up a bit, checking whether or not any of the other boys were visibly awake. "Hey. Bakugou. Are you still awake?" Kirishima whispers.

"No." Bakugou says.

"Come on, man." Kirishima whispers. "I need to talk to you about something."

Bakugou growls slightly. "Ask me in the morning." He grumbles.

"Bakugou." Kirishima whines quietly. "It's kind of important. It's about Kaoru." Kirishima hears Bakugou exhale a sigh. He then turns onto his stomach to look at Kirishima.

"What is it?" Bakugou asks.

Kirishima scowls a bit. "I overheard them talking to Mr. Aizawa a little bit ago." Kirishima begins. "And they mentioned something about people being after them." Bakugou is taken aback. But Kirishima can see he's not surprised and put two and two together. "Kaoru told you, didn't they?"

Bakugou nods. "Yeah." He scoffs. "That dumbass needs to be more careful in who they tell and where they talk." Bakugou clenches his fists. "I was pretty surprised myself to be honest."

Kirishima grimaces. "Do you think it's the League?" He asks.

Bakugou shakes his head. "I don't know. They only said a group of people. I'm not even sure Kaoru themself even knows." Bakugou looks up at Kirishima. "For now, they'll be safe, though. I'm sure of it. We should try to focus on training and getting stronger. Kaoru included."

Kirishima smiles a determined smile at Bakugou. "Right!"

Bakugou puts a finger to his lips. "Shhhhh." He shushed Kirishima. "Don't be so frigging loud." He lays back down, covering himself with his blanket. "Now go back to sleep, idiot." Kirishima gives one last smile and rolls back over, laying down.

Unknown to the two, however, a couple futons over, Midoriya's eyes were wide in disbelief. His back is facing everyone, so he was able to listen to Kirishima and Bakugou talk. He'd heard everything…

Kaoru glares down at their cell phone and scowls. They're outside of the camp base, sitting on the porch. And although it was summer, the nights are cold. They readjust their hoodie sleeves before looking at the cellphone again. The contact number "Uncle" on the screen, ready for them to call. Kaoru sighs, clicking the phone icon. They lift the phone to their ear and listen to the phone ring. On the second ring, the phone is answered. "Kao? Why haven't you been answerin' the phone? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" A male voice asks. The man sounds a bit irritated. And Kaoru knew he was angrier than he was letting on. "You need to come home right away."

Kaoru waits a second before talking. "Uncle, I've decided to continue going to U.A. to become a Hero. No matter what you or anyone else wants." Kaoru says. The other side of the line is quiet. "I know you don't want me to. But I'm staying in class 1A."

"Kao, I-."

"Uncle, you need to trust me and start telling me more about myself!" Kaoru says, clenching their fists. "How else am I going to grow if I can't learn to take care of myself? If you won't trust me?" Kaoru sighs. "We can figure it out together… Starting with that group that's after me." Kaoru says. "Please tell me what you can about them."

After another few seconds of silence, their uncle talks. "If I tell ya, you need to promise me that you'll stay away from them. No matter what!"

"I promise."

Kaoru could hear their uncle sigh. "I swear yer one of the most stubborn people I've met." Kaoru smiles.

"You've got no one but yourself to blame for that one, Uncle." Kaoru tells him. "I'm not nearly as stubborn as you." The man laughs once, but goes silent.

After a moment of silence and hesitation, their uncle answers. "You already know their name." He says. "They call themselves the League of Villains." Kaoru's expression changes from a smile to alarmed. "Almost 6 years ago, I rescued you from them. They've been tracking ya down ever since." Kaoru gulps, realizing they'd had their suspicions the whole time.

"No wonder you were so against me going to class A." Kaoru says. "I guess I should have known."

"It was only for yer protection, Kao." He responds. "Trust me when I say I didn't wanna discourage ya or tell ya not to be a hero." He explains. "I just wanted you to be safe." Kaoru closes their eyes.

"I understand, Uncle." Kaoru tells him. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

Their uncle scoffs. "I'm always worryin' about you." He says, making them smile. "Hey. Remember our motto, okay? Stay cool and stay true." He tells them.

Kaoru nods to themself. "Stay cool and stay true."

Kaoru runs with all their might, sweating like crazy, gasping for air. "Quirks are a part of your body like muscles." Aizawa had explained. Kaoru remembers this in their head as they run, despite already feeling like they'll collapse. "Muscles grow stronger and tougher by tearing and growing back in a way that can withstand more." He'd been explaining to Kaoru, who wanted to get stronger and more creative with their Quirk. "For you, you'll have to focus your efforts on every aspect of what a Quirk is. So you'll rotate between endurance runs and strength training." Kaoru had been running around the training ground for nearly 2 hours now. They were tasked with 100 laps, without running on all fours.

This was the third day of camp. Before they could switch to their next exercise, Aizawa and Class B's Teacher, Mr. Vlad King, had called for a short break. Kaoru fell to the ground next to Midoriya. Both panting and gasping for air wildly. "I've never… felt… so exhausted in my life." Kaoru says between breaths, lying on their stomach next to Midoriya. He grabs his water and takes some huge drinks. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He smiles down at them. "Yeah." He looks around at his classmates all resting. Both class A and B, training together. It was a different vibe with the other class than the Sports Festival. "Everyone is working so hard to push their limits and go beyond them."

Kaoru smiles now too, sitting up on their haunches. "I'm with you and the other power types for the next 2 hours. Have you been improving, Deku?"

Midoriya chuckles nervously. "It's hard to tell really. But I know I'm feeling stronger aside from being exhausted." Kaoru smiles at him.

"Good." Kaoru tells him.

Without warning, Bakugou strides over. "Oh, Kacchan." Midoriya says. Bakugou gives a side glance at him, scoffing. He turns to Kaoru.

"Take this." Bakugou drops a cold bottle of water. Kaoru catches it and gives Bakugou a wide eyed look. "Make sure you're drinking water, dumbass."

"Oh, thank you." Kaoru tells him as he walks away. He waves them off, heading to Kirishima. Kaoru opens the water and takes a drink.

"Wow. Kacchan and you really are becoming good friends, huh?" Midoriya asks. Kaoru's ears perk up slightly as they stop drinking.

"Hm?" Kaoru looks at Bakugou giving Kirishima a bottle of water as well. "I mean, I guess so." Kaoru laughs halfheartedly. "Most of the time I just seem to annoy him. I'm not sure if he actually likes me or just feels like he needs to make it up to me since he thinks he hurt me."

Midoriya looks over at Bakugou too. "I've known him for a long time. Trust me. You guys are good friends." Midoriya spots the kid, Kota, from the first day. He gives a small wave, meeting eyes with him. The boy simply sticks his tongue out and scoffs, walking away from Mandalay towards the base. "Eh heh…" Midoriya looks at the ground, seemingly at a loss.

"Wow… that kid looked like he wanted to punch you in the balls again." Kaoru tells him.

Midoriya sighs. "Yeah. I… want to know why he acts like he doesn't like heroes."

Kaoru blinks. "But why?" Midoriya looks over at them, a questionable look on his face and a small "huh". Kaoru puts a hand out. "Why do you wanna know? Isn't that his business?" Kaoru asks. "What if he has his own reasons and it's a reason you don't agree with? Or what if he has no reason at all?" Kaoru looks down and rubs the side of their water bottle with their finger. "I mean, there are plenty of people out there who don't like heroes. It's becoming harder and harder to make out what a real hero is any more."

Midoriya frowns. "I guess you're right. But… "

Kaoru crosses their arms. "If Kota wanted you to know, don't you think he'd have told you himself?" Kaoru asks. Midoriya doesn't say anything for a moment. Then Kaoru gasps, seeing Midoriya's puzzled face. "Oh! Deku, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect or to be rude." They say, waving their hands at him.

Midoriya shakes his head. "No. It's alright." He tells them. "But Kaoru…" Kaoru looks up at him. "I care about Kota, even though I just met him. Besides…" He smiles at them, a determined scowl now on his brow. "Meddling where you technically don't belong is in the essence of being a hero." Kaoru can't help but feel awestruck at this revelation.

Kaoru stares at the cutting board. Kirishima laughs at the fox girl's confused glare at the potatoes in front of them. "Have you never cooked before?" He asks. Kaoru doesn't say a thing. And then after a couple of seconds, their ears droop and their tail lowers itself and Kaoru growls to themself quietly with a strange grimace on their face. A clear sign of embarrassment on their part. "You seriously haven't?" Kirishima exclaims. He reaches over and readjusts their hand on the handle of the knife. "Okay, look. Hold the knife like this so you have better control." He moves over to his own cutting board. "Then, carefully chop the potatoes like this."

Kirishima begins to slice the potatoes. He then turns the slices and dices the rest up into tiny cubes. Kaoru's ears perk up in excitement. Their tail wags a bit as they begin to chop the potatoes, copying Kirishima's movements. "Hah! I'm doing it!"

"Good job!" Kirishima says, giving a thumbs up. "I'm not really that great at cooking. Especially in comparison to…" Kirishima and Kaoru look behind them at Bakugou, chopping fiercely away at carrots.

"Woah, Bakugou." Uraraka says. "You're really good with that knife." She clutches the firewood in surprise. "It's weird."

"What do you mean it's weird?" Bakugou shouts. "How can you people be so damn bad at everything?"

Kirishima gives an exhausted sigh. "Look at that. He's not blowing stuff up." Kaminari says, walking behind Bakugou.

Kirishima stops chopping to look up, rolling his eyes a bit. I'm too tired for this… He thinks to himself. He looks over at Kaoru, watching Bakugou chop intently. Like they were studying how he was chopping. He can't help but give a weak smile. Kaoru turns and starts to chop now too, holding the potato similar to how Bakugou was holding the carrot he was chopping. The look of satisfaction on Kaoru's face made Kirishima laugh. "You really never learned to cook?" Kirishima asks.

Kaoru shakes their head. "No. My uncle made all the meals so I never really got a chance to." Kaoru shrugs. "And there aren't any Home Economics classes in America. Not anymore at least."

"Huh." Kirishima says. "They're pretty common in Japan, actually. Even these days." He stops now, before he clears his throat after a moment. He glances to make sure no one around was close enough to hear. "So, um." He continues to chop his own potatoes. "I overheard you talking with Mr. Aizawa." He begins.

"Wha-!" Kaoru starts. "Ow!" They exclaim in pain, having cut themself with their knife. Kirishima grabs their sliced hand quickly.

"Ah! I'm sorry." He gestures towards the building. "Come on. Let me help." Moments later, Kirishima is wrapping medical tape around the tip of Kaoru's index finger on their left hand. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He was on his knees in front of them, on the floor of the lobby where Kaoru had been seated on one of the couches. Kirishima closes the first aid kit and sets it on the couch next to Kaoru.

Kaoru shakes their head, pursing their eyebrows. "No… You're fine. I was just surprised." They sigh before laughing halfheartedly. "I guess I need to be more careful with knives." Kaoru frowns, noticing Kirishima avoiding eye contact. "How much did you overhear?" Kaoru asks, an almost bitter tone in their voice.

Kirishima looks down at the floor. "Pretty much all of it." He admits, clenching his fists. He then scoffs at himself and smacks both of his cheeks. He drops forward, his hands to the floor and bows his head. "I'm sorry!"

Eh! A Japanese Dogeza! Kaoru gasps a bit. They grimace, blushing nervously. "It's fine, Kirishima! Really!" They say, waving their hands for him to stop. "Seriously, cut it out! It's not that big a deal." He sits up. Kaoru sighs again, looking away. "I suppose I should be more careful about what I say and where I say it from now on too." Kaoru crosses their arms, they look at Kirishima. "So you know why I'm here and what I'm running from." Kirishima nods once, still not meeting their gaze.

"I've been meaning to ask whether or not you're safe here." Kirishima asks. "I mean, these people after you. They're dangerous, right?" Kaoru smiles at Kirishima.

"I'm safe here." Kaoru answers. "Mr. Aizawa assured me and my Uncle that no one knows where we are except the principal, a few teachers, and The Pussycats." Kirishima smiles now too, finally looking at them. "I appreciate the concern."

Kirishima's smile fades now. "Do…" He wrings his wrists a little bit, hesitant. "Do you know why these people are after you?" Kaoru keeps the smile on their face, but sadness sinks over them.

"Honestly, I have no idea." Kaoru answers. Kirishima looks at them, scolding softly. Kaoru shrugs. "Maybe it has to do with my childhood? Or these scars I have?" Kaoru pulls the sleeve of their hoodie down trying to hide the scars on their wrists and hands. But it doesn't cover all the way.

Kirishima gives Kaoru a determined smile. "You might not like them. But I think scars can be manly." Kirishima tells them, pointing a thumb at his own scar on his right eyelid. Kaoru's eyes light up at the way he'd said that. "They're a reminder of something that happened to make you you!" Kirishima tells them. "That's how I choose to see them."

Kaoru watches with a bittersweet reaction and an almost crying Kirishima as he's dragged away by Aizawa to go to remedial classes by their teachers capture scarf. Him and a few others. Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, Sato, and Kirishima all failed the practical portion of their finals apparently. The punishments were special remedial classes that started yesterday into today. And not satisfied with their training today, Aizawa had decided that they'd sit out the Test of Courage the Wild Pussycats had put together for Class 1A and 1B. It was night out and both classes, despite their exhaustion all were looking forward to this.

"I almost feel sorry for him." Kaoru says to Bakugou. He scoffs looking away.

"That's what he gets for failing." Bakugou murmurs. Pixie-Bob, Mandalay, and Tiger all explain how the Test of Courage will happen. Class B hides in the forest. Class A goes through in pairs and tries to get papers with their names at the far end of the forest and come back to the clearing. All while Class B use their Quirks to scare them.

After drawing randomly, Kaoru is matched up with Midoriya to go in last. Midoriya cries and gives Kaoru a look of relief. "Oh, thank God I'm not alone! I would have died of fright or had a heart attack!" He says with a waterfall of tears. Kaoru laughs.

"Don't be too relieved yet, we still have to go in." They say. As the team's begin to go into the forest, Kaoru gives Midoriya a thumbs up. "We'll be fine, Deku! Don't worry." However, the screaming in the forest starts and Kaoru can't help but feel a shiver run up their spine. They force the smile to stay on their face, but start sweating nervously. Their ears droop and their tail tucks between their legs, a clear sign of fear. "Yep… We'll be… perfectly fine…" They say, stiff as a board.

That's not very convincing! Midoriya thinks in a bitter panic.

Kaoru opens their mouth to say something, but suddenly they scowl. Kaoru sniffs the air. "Huh?" They sniff repeatedly now, closing their eyes.

"Kaoru?" Midoriya asks.

"There's a strange scent." Kaoru begins. Kaoru turns to Pixie-Bob and Mandalay. "Do you guys smell that?"

"What's this foul smell in the air?" Pixie-Bob asks, covering her mouth. Midoriya looks around. He then points at the forest side of the mountain.

"Do you see that?" Midoriya asks. He points and Kaoru's eyes widen in alarm and they gasp. Smoke is rising from a light, bright blue haze above the trees.

"Black smoke?" Mandalay asks. Kaoru swallows hard, their heart beginning to beat rapidly. Worried glances and expressions now are seen on all of the students and the Wild Pussycats now.

"Has something been set ablaze?" Iida wonders.

"Maybe a fire on the mountain?" Ojiro suggests.

That same moment, a man with a patchwork face and stitched arms is holding a hand to a grove of trees. Blue flames setting the trees on fire with fuming and overwhelming heat swirl from his hand. The raven haired man opens his turquoise eyes.

"Now, it begins." He says, as the flames grow bigger and stronger.

#mha oc #bnha oc #my hero academia oc #boku no hero acadamia oc #my hero Academia fanfiction #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academy fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #Kaoru Takaida #my mha oc #my bnha oc

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trashyswitch · 5 years ago

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Puppies! Puppies! Puppies!

Roman has decided to summon a whole bunch of puppies, to make Patton beam with happiness. As the day goes on, Roman becomes more and more evil and accidentally goes a little overboard on the puppies...

Sorry it's a little short. But, I'm gonna try and get more fanfics out more sooner than later. That is, if I can come up with ideas fast enough...

Roman smiled and gave the little bundle of excitement some pets while he waited patiently for Patton to walk out of his bedroom with his empty cup of coffee. Roman had been holding this fluff ball for a good 5 minutes or so, and was readying the little excited nut to surprise Patton with puppy love. You guessed it: Roman was holding a squirmy little puppy in his hands. Where did the puppy come from? That’s easy! Roman conjured the little guy! Why did he conjure a puppy? Well, that’s easy too!

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened to reveal a cheery, beaming Patton with an empty cup of coffee. Quickly, Roman put the puppy down and watched as the super quick golden retriever puppy sprinted up to Patton.

Patton made the biggest gasp and bent down almost immediately! “Hi! Hi there! Well, aren’t you the cutest little morning surprise?” Patton cooed, placing the mug on the side before showering the puppy with lots of belly rubs.

“Morning Patton!” Roman greeted, taking the mug.

“Good morning Roman! And thanks for taking my mug! I got a little distracted…” Patton hinted with a little giggle.

Roman giggled too. “Well, I can see that!” Roman reacted.

Patton resumed his neverending cooing and started playing with the puppy too! The puppy was so playful! And he had such an adorable whimper! Who could say no to that adorable face?!

A couple hours later, and Roman had conjured up another puppy so the first one had a playmate. This one was a white pomeranian puppy with the softest, longest fur known to mankind! So, Roman let that little puppy go, and let the 2 puppies befriend each other! It didn’t take long for the 2 puppies to come barrelling over to Patton again.

“Hi there buddy boy! And AWWWW! POM POM PUPPY!” Patton squealed excitedly, jumping up and down and clapping his hands excitedly at the literal ball of fluff. Patton bent down and showered them both with pets, before laying down to give them even more. As soon as the loving human laid its belly down, the pom pom puppy hopped onto Patton’s belly and walked over to him!

As soon as the puppy reached the neck, the pomeranian started sniffing the neck and smelling inside Patton’s shirt collar. “Ahahahahaw! Whahat dohoho you smehehehell?” Patton asked, giggling at the tickly, wet nose. “Do you smell cookies? Do you smell my delicious cookies on my cooking shirt?” Patton cooed as he fluffed the fur.

Meanwhile, the golden retriever seemed to be smelling something too, because the retriever quickly started stuffing its nose inside Patton’s lower shirt and onto Patton’s belly.

“Eeeehehehehe! Thahahahat tihihihicklehes!” Patton giggled, attempting to keep himself still while the retriever puppy explored him. The puppy only explored for another couple minutes, before deciding to lean itself on Patton’s chest to get more belly rubs.

Roman turned those couple of puppies into 4 puppies! This time, the new breeds Roman chose were the Morkie pup, and a big puppy: a Saint Bernard! Roman waited for Patton to head upstairs, before letting the 2 new puppies go. After the puppies all reunited with each other And quickly became friends, they all ran around to find Patton and any other puppy lovers they sensed!

Adorably enough; the Morkie, the retriever and the Saint Bernard all want for Patton, while the pom pom went for Virgil’s room instead. It was a good thing it did, because Roman practically died from cuteness overload at the sight of Virgil holding a fluffy puppy!

A few more hours later, and Roman had summoned 3 more puppies! This time, Roman summoned a white bichon Frise puppy, a Retriever Collie mixed puppy, and a teacup yorkie puppy! With a big bag of treats in Roman’s hand, they all gathered around and waited for a treat each.

Roman, knowing what he was doing, sprinted towards Patton with the bag of treats and did a switcheroo.

“THINKFAST!” Roman shouted, quickly grabbing the container of cookies in his hand and pushed the bag of treats right into his chest. Patton, growing confused, slowed his walking and widened his eyes upon the sound of barking, quick dogs running towards him. Patton giggled and knelt down in front of them, and happily let them jump on him while he gave them treats.

“Aww! Free treats! All the free treats! I am going to spoil you guys with so many treats until you are big, chubby fluff boys!” Patton declared excitedly. Eager for more than just food, the Saint Bernard jumped into Patton’s lap and turned onto its back so it could beg for belly rubs. Patton giggled and cooed at the cute little reaction, and happily gave it some well-deserved belly rubs.

A good 2 hours later, and Roman was ready to pull a chaotic move on Patton. He had managed to summon 11 more dogs for Patton (making the total of puppies go up to 18) and had placed them onto the other side of a wooden gate Roman summoned previously. With all the puppies out of the way, Roman carefully blindfolded Patton, put him into position and placed a whole bunch of treats in his hoodie pocket, and all his pants pockets.

“Alright Patton. You ready?” Roman asked.

“For what?” Patton asked, still unsure of what was happening.

“For some more excitement in your life!” Roman replied.

Patton giggled and shook his head. “This entire day has been filled with excitement. Is it really possible to have more?” Patton asked.

Roman chuckled. “Well, it is now!” Roman replied.

“What did you put in my-”

Roman interrupted Patton’s question with a quick whistle. Quickly, Patton began hearing barking and skittering paw sounds against the wooden floor. Patton gasped and knelt down, believing the puppies might be near him. But there was no fluff anywhere to be felt! But he could hear the puppies’ excitement.

Suddenly, Roman pulled the blindfold off, and let the dogs go.

“PUPPIES! There’s more puppies! Look at-” Patton’s eager smile quickly turned into fear and surprise when he realized where the dogs were heading. They were heading towards him like a stampede of small, biting, fluffy puppies! “OH GOD! OHNO- TOO MANY PUPPIES! AAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Patton screamed, taking off sprinting as fast as he could from the stampede of puppies. Patton ran just about everywhere in the house! Up stairs, down hallways, through doors, even outside! But the puppies wouldn’t stop chasing him!

At one point, Patton had to sprint past an onlooker. “HI LOGAN! HEEEELP!” Patton shouted. Before Logan could say even a sound, a huge cloud dust of sprinting puppies came barrelling past the man. Logan froze in place, struggling to even comprehend what had just happened.

Eventually, Patton managed to run past Roman again! Patton, believing he might be a good security guard for him, Patton jumped right into Roman’s arms. “HELP ME! THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE! WHY ARE THEY CHASING ME SO MUCH?! I DON’T GET IT!” Patton shouted, holding onto Roman’s shoulders tightly.

“Oh, that’s easy!” Roman replied. Patton looked at Roman, before suddenly feeling a couple fingers digging into his hips. Patton squealed and laughed, kicking his feet and squirming in Roman’s grip.

“ROHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!” Patton laughed. But Roman didn’t stop! In fact, Roman actually had the audacity to lower him down towards the puppies! “WAHAHAIT! NOHO, DOHOHON’T DOHOHO THIHIS! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Patton begged, hitting his shoulders somewhat weakly.

“Shhhhh. Don’t question it. Just let the tranquility of these adorable dogs explore your pockets for endless dog treats.” Roman softly told him before laying Patton’s body onto the ground with a big smirk on his face.

“NO! ROMAN- MMPHmMmpHmPh!” Patton yelled, before his protests became all muffled from the puppy pile.

Roman giggled at the look of the chaos he had created. He was pretty proud of himself! And, if he placed them in the correct spot, Patton should start laughing...right aboooouuut…

“HAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT, HEHEHEHEY! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!”

There it is!

“Awww! Is Patton having fun in his big ticklish puppy pile?” Roman teased.

“WHYHY DIHIHID YOHOHOU DOHOHOHO THIHIS TO MEHEHEHE?!” Patton yelled.

Roman bit his bottom lip as a huge toothy grin showed up on his lips. “Cause I knew you’d love it! Everybody needs to be puppy piled sometimes, Patton!” Roman replied confidently. Patton only continued to squeal and laugh loudly as he squirmed around and curled in from all the puppies.

Every movement that the puppies made, tickled Patton to bits. Any time the puppies ran all over him, the paws’ pressure tickled him. Anytime the puppies licked him, the tongues tickled him badly. Any time the puppies started digging their noses into the loose pockets, their digging noses tickled him silly. And when the puppies tried to reach the pants pockets in the back, the puppies would use their noses to dig under the sides! And of course, that tickled him greatly.

Then, Roman being the evil playful person he is, summoned another handful of treats and placed it into Patton’s socks. Roman pulled the ankle part of the sock out, and slipped some dog treats into the socks so they would go for his feet as well. Then, Roman summoned ANOTHER pile of treats and knelt down beside Patton. He gently gave a few of the puppies a push to the side, before lifting up Patton’s shirt and quickly scattering them all over Patton’s bare belly.

Then, Roman let the dogs do their thing.

“AAH! NO! GETAWAYFROMTHERE- AAAAAAAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE!” Patton screamed further.

It didn’t take long at all, for the puppies to discover the big stash of treats under his belly. Quickly, the tiniest puppies in the group started digging their heads under the shirt, and started licking each and every treat off Patton’s belly.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEHEHEHEAVE MYHY BEHEHELLYHYHYHY ALOHOHOHOHONE!” Patton begged, squealing and holding his arms against his upper chest.

One of the puppies even licked his belly button! That got a snort out of the man!

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! ROHOHOHOMAHAHAHAN! IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA FIHIHIHIHIGHT YOHOHOHOU AHAFTER THIHIHIHIHIS!” Patton yelled at him. Roman only giggled at Patton’s ‘threat’. As if he’ll have the energy to do that…

Next up, a few of the puppies started navigating their way over to Patton’s socks, and started sniffing and gnawing at the socks. Patton let out a surprised guffaw and struggled to keep his feet still! He didn’t wanna accidentally kick the puppies while they were exploring!

“NAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHY FEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET! GEHEHEHEHET AHAHAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!” Patton squealed helplessly, squeezing his eyes shut before attempting to curl into the fetal position.

“Does someone have tickwish feetsies? Does Patty have tickwish feetsie-weetsies?” Roman teased, wanting to be all teasy and playful towards the father.

“YHEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH!” Patton shouted at him.

“It can’t be that bad, I’m sure. You seem to be enjoying it a lot! You haven’t been fighting the puppies at all!” Roman told him.

“THEHEHEHEY’RE SMAHAHAHALL! IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON’T WAHAHAHANNA HUHUHUHURT THEHEHEM!” Patton yelled back.

“You’re such an adorable dad! They’re tickling you so much, and you’re not even trying to push them away too much!” Roman cooed, giving Patton’s neck a little tickle. Patton snorted and giggled before scrunching his shoulders in pure glee.

“So this is what’s going on?” someone clarified to them.

Roman looked up, and smiled upon seeing the face: It was Logan.

“Yup! Patton is the ultimate puppy pile person!” Roman declared.

Logan smiled at the silly nickname, and walked closer to Patton. “You okay in there?” Logan asked.

“IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH!” Patton shouted back.

Logan chuckled. “Sounds like a fun time.” Logan replied.

“Do you wanna go next?” Roman asked, sensing some playfulness in Logan’s reaction.

Logan tsked and narrowed his eyes. “You know, I think I’m good.” Logan replied rather quickly.

Roman laughed at his reply and resumed looking at Patton’s puppy pile. After a couple more minutes of tickling, Roman saved the father from all the puppies. He picked up Patton, and placed him onto his light blue bed.

“That was absolutely adorable, and 110% worth it.” Roman told him.

Patton was still utterly exhausted from being tickled for around 20 minutes. So, his reply was slow. “That….was...*huff*...fun...very fun…” Patton replied.

“Aww!!!! So you admit that you enjoyed that?” Roman asked.

Patton had a big, contagious smile on his face from the tickling, and was giggling like the world was going to end. He nodded his head in reply, with starry eyes still filling his eyes.

“So tell me: how would you feel about guinea pigs or hamsters crawling around all over you?” Roman asked evilly.

...Let’s just say...Roman 100% deserved getting dog slobber and leftover dog treats smacked into his face...

#ticklefic #tooth-rotting fluff #puppies!#adorable patton #lee!patton #ler!puppies #ler!roman

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jung-snoopy-woo · 5 years ago

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How I Met Your Grandfather

~ Chapter 4 ~

(gif credit: @ katelin via Pinterest)

Pairing: Bang Chan × reader, twin brother! Felix.

Other Chapters: Masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (coming soon!!).

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1.6k+.

Summary: Felix and his sisters go to the movies together after a long time. Felix is surprised to see Chan there too and they have a talk. When Felix and the girls get home, he decides to tell her about the situation.

A/N: Decided to upload it today bc I might not have time in the next few days (I’m so stressed and busy vndsfjkvdvnk)

Also, I think this chapter was the hardest for me to write so I’m sorry it’s not the best 😢😢 but hopefully you can still enjoy it!!

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"Y/N!!!", Rachael, your older sister, called from downstairs. "We're only going to the movie theater, what's taking you so long??"

It's not that you were slow or anything like that, it's just that it's been a while since you last went out with all of them and you were so excited, as a huge Marvel fan who finally gets to watch the new movie with her siblings who are also her best friends in the world, that it might've taken you a while to choose what to wear and how to look presentable.

As you walked down the stairs, Olivia and Rachael complimented the way you looked and Felix gave you a little smile. You two started talking again (of course, as you two are like the best siblings... Also, you got mad about something that wasn't even his fault), and you seemed pretty fine after that day (when you stormed outside for a reason Felix haven't figured out yet, but as you already moved on- he just thought it was better not to ask. I mean, all siblings have small fights they don't even know what they're about, right?).

He missed hanging out with his sisters so much, and it's been a while since he had some break from practicing or performing, being busy all the time. He always felt sorry for not even telling them that he was okay, as he always fell asleep before he could even think of doing so. He was exhausted, but he loved what he was doing.

Rachael was driving and she let you choose the music to play in the car. You decided to play some Stray Kids songs (such a supportive cute family awww) so you all jammed to them on your way to the movies.

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"Shhhhh~!!", you told Olivia who was sitting to your right as she was moving uncomfortably, "it's about to start!"

"But uhmm.. I... I really have to go to the bathroom.. please, Y/N, come with me", she said, begging. You couldn't get angry at her because you remembered how you did just the same to Rachael not too long ago. And you know, no one wants to go to the public toilets alone.

When you got back, the lights were already off but you could see from afar that there was someone now sitting on the seat to your left, which was empty just before you and Olivia left. You said "excuse me", as you made your way to your seat, trying your best not to step on anyone's feet (Olivia was a lot better than you at that). "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!", you told the guy sitting there. Of course, if you succeeded going all this way without stepping on (almost) anyone, it had to happen just when you were one seat away from yours. And thank God you balanced yourself back, a second before almost tripping and falling over him. 'Ugh, this is probably going to be so awkward now', you thought. 'I'm just going to avoid looking at him the whole movie so I don't have to deal with his judgemental look. "Oh, it's okay", a somehow familiar voice said. 'Don't look', you told yourself. 'It's not him, stop thinking and just enjoy the movie.'

'Why isn't she looking at me?', Chan thought. When you almost lost your balance as you stepped on his foot, he was ready to catch you if you fell, movie style, somewhat disappointed you didn't. He thought you'd turn to him once you heard his voice, but he was faced with disappointment, yet again. Maybe you didn't recognize his voice? Or maybe you knew it was him and just didn't care?

But he had so much fun watching you as you got excited when your favorite character appeared or the way you got mad at the evil ones. He enjoyed the moments you'd be the only one laughing in the whole theater, the most. Just listening to your laugh made him feel ×100 times better. He even stopped making up scenarios in his head as to why you didn't turn to him at the beginning of the movie. He thought of how you'd laugh at his stupid jokes, when him and the boys visited, and smile to himself.

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"Chris hyung??", Chan heard from behind him, on his way to the male's restrooms during the Intermission (a/n: I don't know if movies still have them out of my city but yeah we have those halfway through the movie lol). Felix could recognize the older boy's back everywhere. 'Oh, no', Chan thought. 'Why does it have to be Felix? Ughhh and why did I get myself into this mess? I didn't even get to say a word to her...Should I walk faster or...', he stopped. 'NO Chris, you have to face it like an adult'. He turned and gave Felix the most I'm-innocent-and-didn't-ask-your-younger-sister to-buy-me-a-ticket-so-I-could-see-your-twin-sister smile he could pull, saying "Heyyy Felix, how's it going?"

"I'm pretty good, just got out of the new Marvel movie... You?", Felix asked. He wasn't stupid, of course. When Y/N and Olivia left to go to the bathroom, in the beginning of the movie, he could see someone that resembled his friend way too much, sitting on the left to Y/N's seat, but he let this thought go, thinking it was just his imagination ('Thinking of the members during the holiday? Come on, I have to just relax'). But now, seeing him standing in front of him, there's no doubt it really was him. And to be honest, Felix wasn't very happy to see him here. The chances of Chan sitting so close to them in such a big movie theater were... Well, very small.

"Oh, I was just...", Chan started. The look on Felix's face made it pretty obvious that he saw him there, and that he was pretty mad too. There's no point in lying here. He sighed. "Listen, Lix, I'm sorr--"

"How?", Felix asked, as Chan lifted his eyes to look at his, confused. "How did you get that seat?", He asked, now being a bit less angry and more curious.

"I... I asked Olivia to buy a ticket for me when I saw her after grocery shopping", He admitted. He couldn't be any more embarrassed than he was at that moment. "I gave her the money!", He added. Chan couldn't read Felix's face. Was he mad? Disappointed? Did he want to punch him in the face? All of the above? But then, Felix started laughing. "Oh my god.. Chris hyung... you went that far...", He said between giggles. "For Y/N? So you could see her?"

"Felix, listen I...", He started, a bit confused and taken aback from Felix's reaction, but feeling more sorry than he could describe in words. "I know I promised to be okay with your decision, but I--"

"No, no, Chris, bro, stop", Felix said as his laughter stopped. And so did Chan's heartbeat, almost. "You know what? I'll be honest with you, I am pretty angry seeing you here...", He started. Chan wanted to apologise, again, but Felix continued before he could say anything. "BUT it also made me realize how much you really like Y/N and that you're willing to do some very weird stuff just to see her... So I think... uhhmm.. I think I'll maybe give you two a chance".

Chan couldn't express the happiness he felt at that moment. Oh my god, these were the words he wanted to hear the most (Okay, maybe they were in like 2nd place?). "Felix, bro, thank you", was all he could say.

"But I want you to know that if you hurt her in any way, I'll break you. Somehow. Because you're like super fit and strong and--", he was stopped by Chan's hug. "I promise I'll never do anything to hurt Y/N", he said with the biggest smile, almost choking the younger as he hugged him even closer. Finally, he got the chance he wanted. And he's not going to ruin it.

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You were NOT okay.

You told yourself for the 5th time today that it was normal. It's just a crush who didn't like you back (again), and not a heartbreak. And you tried telling yourself that a guy (that you only met once, by the way) is not worth being sad over.

In the past month you already finished reading 7 books, tried 20 workout routines you added to 'Watch Later' and never had the time or energy to get back to, learned baking 10 new types of cakes and cookies, did some drawings and paintings, and you even played a few video games with Felix (you now understood why he spent so much time doing that, because woah you were one competitive girl and as so, tried so hard winning, "Like, come on, I have to at least win ONCE", to which Felix replied with "I can lose on purpose if you--", "NO WAY").

But now, after coming back from the movies, you finally realized something was wrong. You did enjoy the movie, though. You laughed and you cried and you showed love towards some characters and hate towards others. It's just that you noticed how your heart started beating so fast when you heard that voice in the movies, saying "it's okay". This voice... Sounded so much like him. And it made you feel weird the whole movie. You kind of regretted not looking, and for letting your feeling of awkwardness take over. But what could you do? You didn't want to embarrass yourself by looking in the eye of the poor guy you stepped on.

"Y/N?", You heard Felix say from behind you. You turned, and saw his troubled eyes. "Can we talk?", He asked. You didn't know what it's going to be about, but whatever it is- it seemed to be very important.

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Hope you enjoyed!! (Pleaseee let me know what do you think) 💕💕

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monsterlovinghours · 5 years ago

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So... I found an interesting tweet and was wondering if you'd write something sexy for it.... "In Vietnam it's a popular belief that if you are single in your 20s there is a ghost following you and hindering your romantic life because it wants to be with you and I just want to tell my personal ghost to quit being a coward and fuck me already." Also I claim the ✨ Emoji, if that's okay?

That’s fine with me, Starburst! holy fucking moly this took me forever to finish and this turned out way longer than i had originally planned but fuck this is such a neat idea and it just kinda snowballed but it’s finally done hurrah!!!!

fem!reader, just bear with me i am soft and full of feelings and i need to self insert

Bitter tears stung her eyes as she unlocked the front door to her empty apartment. Her empty, cold, lonely apartment. Another unsuccessful first date, ruined before any real potential could be reached. Everything seemed to go wrong; first her car wouldn't start, then her Uber was late, the table next to theirs at the restaurant was noisy and obnoxious, and the movie they had wanted to see had been sold out. Her date hadn't offered any suggestions to further the date, just sighed and took her home. He didn't even try to touch her, barely looked at her, and that stung more than she cared to admit, to feel invisible and undesirable. If he was the first, second, or even the fifth, it might not have hurt quite so badly. But the numerous dates she had gone on since entering her twenties had all gone the same way, ending too soon without a single spark of chemistry. Was there something wrong with her? Was she that repulsive?

Sighing, she swallowed her tears for the moment and walked dejectedly to her bedroom, dropping her purse and keys as she went. Down came her hair from the careful twist she had pinned it into, Mediterranean blue waves spilling down her back, her dress shed and her shoes kicked off. Makeup removed and dressed in panties and an oversized shirt, she slipped into bed, curling up with a pillow hugged to her chest. Finally, she let the tears come, sobbing out her hurt, her frustration, her loneliness. She had thought that perhaps this would be the one that went somewhere, that she'd finally break the cycle and maybe, just once, she'd have the chance to feel wanted, to feel seen. To love and be loved, like everyone else. But no; either she was entirely unloveable, or some force out there was deliberately fucking things up for her. In desperation, she angrily muttered through her tears, "Whatever cosmic entity has decided that I'm going to be lonely and hurting forever, could you either fuck off or come fuck me yourself?"

Thud

Something fell from her desk, something relatively heavy, and she sat up with a start and a gasp, her heart hammering. Her journal had fallen to the floor, lying open on a date that was still several months in the future, and the pen that she kept tucked in the pages…was standing upright on the page, scribbling something onto the paper. Her heart rose up into her mouth, fluttering sickeningly. That...was...not normal. Slowly, she slid out of bed, approaching the journal as if it were a live thing, dangerous and fanged and unpredictable. The pen finished whatever it was writing and fell over, and she knelt to read the message it left behind.

i thought you'd never ask babe

She sat back, her eyes darting around the space as if she could catch a glimpse of the mysterious specter that seemed to be listening, watching. Her voice soft, hesitant and tremulous, she asked, "Is someone there?"

Instantly, the pen flew upright again, scratching something out just below its previous message.

been here the whole time sorry about your date.

"Oh my fucking god," she breathed, her pulse pounding in her ears. "Who...who are you? How long have you been here? Are you the one fucking with my love life?"

whoa one question at a time babes

To calm herself, she took a deep breath. "How long have you been following me?"

5 years

"Jesus." She let out a breath, unsurprised to feel her hands shake as she ran them back through her hair. "Why?"

its complicated id rather tell you face 2 face

Her brow furrowed, getting to her feet to switch on her light. "Okay. So come out and talk to me. Why are you hiding?” The pen scratched across the paper insistently.

invisible not hiding

“So...make yourself visible?” She crouched by the journal, noticing that the pen was digging into the paper so hard it was nearly tearing it.

Can’t until you say my name

“So what’s your name?”

Can’t tell you

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groaned, throwing up her hands in exasperation. The pen suddenly flew across the room, where a poster that had been hanging on her wall swung loose, then fluttered to the ground. Her poster of the constellations. The pen was circling something, a name...the name of a star.

“Betelgeuse?”

Almost excitedly, the pen wrote next to the star, the words jagged and sloppy.

Two more times!!!

She paused, wondering if this was truly a good idea. “Beetlejuice.”

One more one more one more please baby gimme one more

One beat, then two, then she threw caution to the wind and spoke the word one final time. “Beetlejuice.”

Her light flickered, as if to announce the sudden appearance of a very real, very solid looking figure standing with their feet planted on her poster, wearing a suit of dirty black and white stripes and a grin that could light up a small town. “You said it! You finally said it! I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me for five fucking years and you finally said my name!” Before she could speak or even breathe, he had all but lunged for her, wrapping her up in his arms, the smell of damp earth filling her lungs even as he tried to squeeze the breath out of them. Ineffectually, she squirmed in his over-enthusiastic embrace, trying to wriggle away, to take a minute to process what the fuck was happening and who the fuck was standing in her bedroom right now.

“Wait wait, hold on, so...your name is Beetlej-”

“Shhhhh!” He clapped a hand over her mouth, shaking his head vehemently. “Don’t say it. I’m sorry babes, but I’ve waited too long for this to go tits-up now.” He lowered his hand slowly, that grin resurfacing. “Okay, so I know you’ve got a lot of questions and you must be pretty excited to meet your own personal ghost but before we get to the boring stuff I gotta do one thing first.” Without giving her a chance to ask, his hands slid to her waist, pulling her to him even as he dipped her back and kissed her, his lips like ice, though surprisingly soft. What surprised her most was not the kiss itself, but rather her lack of aversion to it; she tried to tell herself it was because she hadn’t been kissed in so long that she was desperate for any kind of affection, even the strange, otherworldly, and rather abrupt kind. Oddly enough, she even found herself kissing him back, her fists gripping the lapels of his coat as he set her upright again. That Cheshire grin still hitched the corners of his mouth high, and his gaze raked over her like a physical caress, cool, white hands still curved in her waist.

"Alright. Fire away, babes, ask me anything."

"Um…" Her head spun, thoughts racing, heart still pounding a chaotic timpani in her ears. "Did...did you say 'my own personal ghost'?"

"I sure did. You're one of the lucky gals that gets a ghost attached to ya when you reach adulthood. And you've got the luck of the draw, sweet stuff, because you managed to snag the Ghost with the Most!" His thumbs hooked into his suspenders, though oddly enough, two hands still stayed clasping her waist.

"And you...you've been fucking with my dates...screwing around with my love life for five years?"

Her voice raised a bit in pitch, and he had the presence of mind to look sheepish. "Sorry about that, but none of those schmucks were good enough for you. I had to scare 'em off, you're mine."

"Excuse me??" She broke his grasp, stepping away from him as her brows knitted together in hurt and anger. "I've spent five years convinced there was something wrong with me, that I was repulsive or unattractive or unlovable, because no one ever made it past the first date, and you waited this long to tell me that it was you the whole time? Do you have any idea how worthless I felt after each failed date? How broken a-and defective I felt? How-”

“Hey hey, take it easy for a second, dollface!” He grasped at her wrists; until he grabbed them, she hadn’t realized how wildly she was gesturing. “Look, I tried. I’ve been trying since the moment I saw you to get you to talk to me. It ain’t exactly easy for the dead to communicate with the living. But you knew I was there, didn’t you? Hasn’t every house you’ve lived in felt just a little bit haunted?” She paused, thinking back to all the doors she had closed but hadn’t opened, the objects on the floor that had been sitting secure on a shelf when she’d left, the quiet moments when she couldn’t sleep when she swore she could feel eyes on her. Encouraged by her pause, he continued. “You breathers are stubborn, you just don’t wanna see what’s right under your noses. Until tonight, I barely had enough influence on the living world to push a piece of paper off the desk. But you...you called for me. You finally gave in and called for me.” He grinned again, and though the fangs should have made him seem frightening and demonic, he just seemed...relieved. “I was finally able to tell you my name, and let me tell ya, there hasn’t been a single sound in my very, very long existence sweeter than you calling my name.”

She took a deep breath in, processing everything he had told her, everything that had happened in...god, had it only been three minutes? “What did you mean when you said that...I was yours? What does that mean?”

He shrugged, pulling her closer, his hand pressing against the small of her back. “Means you’re mine, babe. It means that you’re my girl.” Something dulled the gleam in his eyes, and to her surprise, the green in his hair began to fade to a deep, shamed violet. “I was there for every night you fell asleep cryin’ over some guy who would have only hurt you in the end. It gutted me that I couldn’t do anything to help. You’re my baby, and I don’t like to see you hurt, and I really don’t like being the one to hurt you. But it had to be done. You didn't belong with any of them." He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut as his hair faded back to green, as if he were forcing the color to appear. "We're wasting too much time talking when I should be kissing you."

"W-We just met!" The outrage on her voice felt like a show, a dutiful proper response to finding a green-haired, handsy ghost in her bedroom. But she hadn't once tried to wriggle out of his arms, unconsciously leaning closer when his hand slid up her spine.

Beetlejuice shook his head, stepping into her, strands of pink peeking through the green of his hair as he felt her body against his, solid and oh, so warm. "We've known each other for years, honey. You may not have had a face or a name, but deep down you've always known I was there. If I was just some stranger, you'd have run for the hills by now." She wanted to argue, but as much as she didn't want to admit it, he was right. His presence felt familiar, like a memory from her past she had all but forgotten about, but the emotions attached still lingered. It was why she hadn’t struggled when he reached for her, hadn’t tried to shake off his grasp, had kissed him back. His grin widened when she didn’t argue or protest, and he pulled her close, her body flush to his; he all but purred at the way her lashes fluttered, her hands naturally settling on his shoulders, as if they had done this a hundred times.

“Let me kiss you,” he rasped, holding her chin in his hand. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long, babe, please...let me give you a real kiss.” There wasn’t much more than a fraction of a second of hesitation before she nodded, gaze flicking to his mouth just before the distance closed and her brought her lips to his. With that first urgent kiss out of the way, this one was softer, more patient, sweet, and when she felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips, she parted them without question. Oh, it was wonderful, more so than she had ever dreamed, to be kissed like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, to have hands pressed so close to her skin, as if she would slip from his fingers and shatter if he let go. She wasn’t quite sure how they had ended up on her bed, but the softness of the duvet embraced her as he laid her back, kneeling over her. She moaned as the tip of his tongue flicked against hers, the sound echoed as he tasted the first flickers of her pleasure, soft and tremulous, like the first stretch of the wings of a newly emerged butterfly.

“I wanna touch you,” he growled, his kisses trailing down her neck. “Fuck, you taste so good already, baby.” One of his hands rested at her collarbone, waiting for the invitation to slip lower. “Please, honey, let me pull your shirt up? Wanna feel just how warm you are under there…”

“Wait,” she said breathlessly, leaning up on one elbow. He seemed confused, perhaps just a touch annoyed, but he stopped. “All those years you spent following me around...did you ever…” She gestured to herself. He smirked.

“Of course not. Not that I didn’t want to, sweetness, but when I saw you for the first time, I wanted you to be able to see me back, y’know?”

“And when I...had...alone time?” She arched a brow, and his grin widened.

“Didn’t see a thing. Scout’s honor. Though, I definitely heard quite a lot. You know, you’re not nearly as quiet as you think you are.” Her cheeks flushed red, and she turned her head to the side in an attempt to mute the color rising in her cheeks. “Nope, huh-uh. Keep those eyes on me, babe.” His fingers gripped her chin again, bringing her gaze back to his. “I want you to keep looking at me, no matter what.” She nodded, and he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. “Good girl. Now, lemme get a look at you.” Perhaps not quite as slowly as he should have, he grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it, groaning as her breasts came into view, soft and tipped with dusky pink. “Oh fuck,” he nearly whimpered, and she moaned as his hips pressed into hers, seeking warmth and friction. “Such a gorgeous little thing. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen you come in from the cold, saw these little beauties all stiff and hard through your shirt, and wanted to tease them with my tongue until I had you moaning and squirming.”

She shivered, letting loose a soft sound of want as he settled his weight more firmly over her, purring like a cat as he leaned down to kiss her nipples, first one, then the other. A moan left her as she felt his tongue softly lick at one stiff peak, her hand tangling in his hair, which to her surprise pulled an answering moan from him. Seems she had found a weak spot.

Oh, she had never dreamed that this would feel so nice, his mouth at her breasts, sucking, kissing, licking, teasing. His hands, still cool but warmer than before, squeezed the full flesh, kneading restlessly, and she arched her back, pulling her shirt off all the way and moaning. His scruff tickled her skin, made her shiver and break out in goosebumps, and she let her fingers drift through his hair, causing him to spill little growls and purrs against her skin.

"Ohhhh, baby," he groaned, lifting his head, his hair a deep rose pink, his pupils wide, drinking in the sight of her. "Baby girl, I've dreamt of this moment for five years, I wanted to make it so good for you. But I don't think I can wait." His hand slipped down her body, palm flat to her skin to touch as much of her as he could at once, then slid between her legs, inside her panties to cup her sex, the heel of his hand pressing into her clit. She keened, her toes curling, and he groaned in response. "Please, babe," he murmured, pushing the tip of his middle finger into her. "Please?"

"Yes," she said, with no hesitation, nodding enthusiastically. "Yes, god, please."

There it was again, that mega-watt grin, his mouth split wide with joy. "Thank you, doll, fuck...oh, I've been wanting this for far too long." He sat up, and in the time it took for him to be upright again, his clothing-suit, tie, and all-had vanished, leaving him naked and visibly throbbing. His hands shook as he pulled down her panties, his cock twitching as he saw her bare for the first time. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, my god…” Nearly the same temperature as her now, he touched her, thumb rubbing her clit as he pressed two fingers inside. “Has any guy ever done this to you before," he asked lowly, his free hand sliding up her thigh as he watched his fingers slide in and out of her.

"No." Her answer came immediately with a shake of her head, hips rolling against his hand. "No one."

"I knew it." He grinned, withdrawing his fingers and popping them in his mouth with a deep groan. "Knew you'd wanna save this for me." Licking his lips to savor her, he crawled over her, grasping himself to guide his cock to her entrance. The tip pressed inside, and he groaned, shivering as he saw her teeth come down on her lower lip. "Feel okay?"

"Feels great," she murmured, reaching up to hesitantly cup his cheek in her hand. "You can move, honey, you won't hurt me." Her heart gave a funny little stutter as he nuzzled into her palm, as if craving her touch. He began to rock his hips, so shallow and gentle, widening her for him, though she could see the strain it put on him to go slow, the tension in his shoulders and the clench of his jaw. Any last doubts she had about him melted away as she fully understood the care he was treating her with. To wait so long for somebody, to be with them every second and watch them laugh and cry and hurt without you, to ache with the need to touch them and be near them, and for the object of your affections to not be able to see you, let alone touch you...she could only imagine how frantic for her he must feel, but he was taking the time to consider her comfort, setting a slow pace despite the fact that it must be torture for him. “Beej?” She spoke the nickname softly, and his gaze focused on her with laser intensity, teeth exposed in a grin. “You don’t have to take it so slow, I won’t break.” Her thumbs stroked over his cheeks, slipping down to cup the sides of his neck and trace his jaw. “I want you to...to feel me. I made you wait so long, honey, but you can make up for lost time now. Don’t hold back.”

A thousand expressions crossed his face at once, his hand sliding around the back of her neck to lift her head, pressing his forehead to hers. “Baby,” he rasped, sounding on the brink of some tremulous emotion, “are you sure? I want this to be good for you-”

“This is as much for you as it is for me. If...if we’re really meant for each other, then isn’t it my job to take care of you, too?”

Beetlejuice let out a soft noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob, his lips pressing desperately to hers. “How did I get so fucking lucky to land a babe like you?” And with a snap of his hips, he was fully hilted, his eyes rolling back to the whites as she jolted in his arms, her wet warmth squeezing him, gripping him so tight. A string of curses left his lips, some in a strange language she suspected wasn’t from anywhere aboveground, and she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, anchoring herself to him. “Fuck, that’s it, babycakes,” he crooned, his hips rolling, groaning with each delicious slide within her velvet. “Ohhh shit, you take me so well...yeah, fuck, you feel so damn good, sweet stuff. You doin’ okay?”

Oh God, was she ever. It was a little uncomfortable at first; while he was average in length, he more than made up for it in width, and there had been a strange burning as she stretched to accommodate him. But that sensation of fullness, of movement, of joining...was indescribable. It felt like breathing for the first time. Like the final piece of a puzzle slotting into place. Like the ceasing of a lifelong pain she had grown too used to to notice until it was no longer there. “Yeah,” she answered, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m great. P-Please, you can go faster.”

He looked stricken at the glisten of her eyes and the tremble in her voice. “You sure? We can stop if it hurts, babes, I don’t-”

“No.” Her hands shot up to thread through his hair, yanking on it to pull him down into a kiss, the first time she had kissed him. “God, no. It doesn’t hurt, honey, it feels...oh, you feel so fucking good…” To emphasize her point, she squeezed her walls around him, bucking her hips up, and he groaned, shuddering against her. “More, please, I need more of you.”

His mouth left hers, but his lips wouldn’t or couldn’t seem to leave her skin, kissing across her cheek, the delicate shell of her ear, down her throat. “Fuck, say it again,” he murmured into the hollow of her throat as his pace increased, pushing harder, faster, the sense of something on the verge of collapse filling the room around them.

She knew what he meant, and she smiled, combing her fingers through his hair, neck arching as her hair spread across the pillow. “I need you,” she repeated, her body meeting his, rising up as he pushed down, rolling and cresting and crashing like waves against the shores of her bedsheets. “I need you, please.”

Whatever splintering dam had been holding him back finally broke, and he latched his teeth into her throat with a cry, slamming into her with unrestrained passion, marking her at her pulse, her collarbones, even just under her jaw. She was his, his, and no one else could ever have her now. She had called him, accepted him, opened herself to him in so many ways, in ways he never dreamed a beauty like her ever would. Praise dripped from his lips like rain, showering her in attention and bite marks. Her back curved, her body alight with sensation, each nerve electrified as she held him tighter and tighter, curling herself around him and letting herself get lost in him. This was everything she had wanted, everything she had been missing, in the world’s most unconventional lover. Affection, pleasure, desire, playfulness, care and attention. Her heart melted, her entire self surrendering to him; she felt it now, felt the rightness of his claim. She was his, body and soul. She always had been.

His moans changed in pitch, his thrusts frantic, mindlessly chasing his pleasure as he took her hand, pressing it into the bed beside her head as his fingers wove between hers. “Babe, fuck, I’m gonna come...can I come inside you, baby? Huh? Can I fill you up, sweetness, fill you up and make you come with me? Please, baby girl, I’m so close…” He growled, nipping at her earlobe. “Let me make you mine.”

She nodded, almost too breathless to reply. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, I’m already yours.”

He groaned, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it back before releasing it. “Say it again. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m y-oohh fuck!” She cried out, cursing as his free hand began rubbing her clit, hard and fast, tripling her pleasure all at once. “I’m yours!”

“Again, babes…”

“Yours, Beej, I’m yours!”

“Louder, baby, scream for me!”

“Yours!”

With a shout, he broke, his entire body shivering as he came, cool and so deep within her she could practically taste it. The fingers at her clit didn’t let up, and moments later she was following him, her pleasure crackling through her, spreading like lightning across a stormy sky through her body. Her vision faded, dimmed, but the light of his smile and the sound of his voice remained clear as day, grounding her as the muscles in her body unfurled one by one, her body collapsing against the bed as the pleasure faded slowly. There was the sensation of something dripping down her thighs, something wet and just slightly cooler than her own skin, and a delicious little shiver went through her at the sensation, heightening the little aftershock tremors.

“Fuck,” he breathed, lowering himself to rest his head on the pillow of her breasts, “that was worth the wait.” His hands cupped them, pressed them together as he buried his face between them. For a few moments, everything was silent and still, his lips skimming her skin in little butterfly kisses as she stroked her fingers through his hair, catching her breath. Then, she heard something, heard his voice, heard a muffled voice murmur something that sounded suspiciously like, “I love you.”

“What was that?”

Lifting his face ever so slightly, but not looking up at her, he said loudly, “I said you have nice tits!” The words tumbled out of him a little too quickly, and the sudden flush of pink in his hair was a sign that he hadn’t meant for her to hear him, or perhaps he hadn’t meant to speak out loud at all. Either way, she didn’t press the matter, smiling secretly to herself. His kisses, however, became firmer, his tongue even darting out to flick against her skin, and she moaned, wriggling against him as his lips began to migrate south.

“Where’re you headed, honey?”

“God, I like hearing you call me that.” He grinned up at her, licking over her navel. “What, you didn’t think I was done with you, didja? No way, dollface, I’ve got five years of lovin’ to make up for.”

She could have made the argument that they had tons of time to make up for those five years, but as his fingers spread her open to allow his tongue to lap at her clit, the sentence was erased from her mind, her hips jolting up into his mouth. It had been worth it, she decided as his clever, hungry mouth sent her spiraling into one frenzied orgasm after another. All the heartache and tears and lonely nights had been worth it, since it had all lead up to him. For the first time, she felt wanted. Felt loved. Felt truly, finally seen.

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shualogy · 5 years ago

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in the city of angels | joshua

⟹genre: angst? maybe a little bit of fluff? mostly angst?

⟹pairing: joshua x female y/n

⟹warnings: cheating, guilt, mentions of non explicit sexy times, mentions of alcohol

⟹word count: 1.7k

⟹summary: Joshua moves to Korea but you try to make it work.

⇒ author’s note: this imagine is heavily based off of la la lost you by niki (the acoustic version>>>>>) the lyrics are italicized and in brackets and I highly recommend listening to the song while reading to make it hurt more,, just want to say who HURT me ,, anyways I hope you enjoy

[While I’m on sunset are you on the subway?]

You breathe in the salty ocean air and release it through a sigh. Wiggling your toes in the sand, you lean forward to hug your knees. The sea breeze gives you a chill and you pull your jacket tighter around your body.

You wonder what time it is over there, if he’s heading to practice or a concert or some other scheduled event right about now. Snapshots of you and Joshua flash every time you close your eyes. The time you went stargazing together during the summer and talked for hours. The hot summer days you spent marathoning anime in his bedroom and the popcorn fights that would lead into sweet kisses and giggles. The times where he would practice playing the guitar, humming random melodies while you read a book and glanced at him every so often. The days of sneaking around and stealing quick kisses in empty supermarket aisles or at empty bus stops. The evenings of dancing in your kitchen while baking cookies or trying to teach him how to cook which ended with burnt pots and pans and empty take out containers piled in the trash. The nights of scary movies that turned into cuddles and pillow talks. The day he was scouted. The day he left.

[You would know if you stayed

You would know if you put up a fight]

You promised each other to call everyday. You would send him letters and videos when he was too busy to call. “Y/N look at this dog I found!” or “I saw this today and it made me think of you” texts would wake you up. Good mornings, I love you, I miss you voice messages tasted bittersweet leaving your mouth. Your mornings were his nights, his nights were your mornings. You would spend your early mornings trying to help his mind calm down from the fears that kept him awake and he would spend his early mornings wishing luck and encouragements for you.

However, life inevitably caught up to the both of you. With you starting school and his training becoming harder, calls became less frequent. Soon the only texts that were exchanged were a curt “goodnight, love you.” Both of you fell into an uncomfortable silence. It was nothing like the silence you would fall into when you would be laying in his lap and he would be playing with your hair. It was a deafening roar of a love that had begun to burn out.

With a break from his training coming up, you promised to call him. You look at the time, making sure it was early enough for him not to be in practice nor too late to keep him up at night. You opened up your laptop, nervous but excited as the skype tones rang.

“Y/N? What’s up? Did you need something?” He looked terrible. His eyes looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“No I was just calling you like I promised to since you’re on a break. So how’s training been, have you had good food lately? I read this book the other day and I can’t wait to tell you about it and-”

“That sounds really good babe but I’m kind of in the middle of practice.”

You paused. “I thought you were on a break?”

He sighed, and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. “I was supposed to be but evaluations are coming up and I need to work on this one choreography.”

A little hurt that he forgot, you bit your lip then said, “Oh I can just call you when you’re done with practice if that’s ok-”

“I don’t know what time I’ll be done, it might be late for you.” He cut you off.

“I can stay up, I don’t mind. Is everything okay?” You could hear the bass of muffled music in the background. You could hear yelling and every so often Joshua would wince at the loud sounds.

“Joshua? You can tell me anything, we’re in this together remem-“

“Of course nothing is okay!” He explodes. He runs both of his hands through his hair, resting on them as angry tears gathered in his eyes.

“We aren’t in this together anymore! I’m the one who moved across the globe to become a trainee in a group that I don’t even know will work out! I’m tired and exhausted and God, Y/N I knew this was going to be hard but I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

As the screen became blurred with the tears in your eyes, you ask with the smallest voice, “Joshua what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I can’t do this anymore.”

[Your toes turn blue in winter, I'm gettin' red, rum]

Weeks pass and suddenly it’s winter. It’s been awhile since you’ve talked to Joshua, both of you deciding you need a break from each other indefinitely. Your friends drag you out to a house party, saying it’ll be good for you to get out of the house. You head over to the kitchen with your friends to grab a drink. Someone hands you a red cup with god knows what and you throw your head back as the drink burns as it goes down. The warmth quickly spreads through your body, beginning with your chest. Satisfied, you head outside to get some fresh air.

Over in Korea, the snow has piled up and the temperature is at a record breaking low. Joshua exhales, pulling his scarf tighter around him as his breath forms a cloud. He sees some lights across the river and thinks, Oh I should take a picture for Y/N, she would love this. But then he remembers. Then he regrets.

[I’m missin' our drunken 2 A.M. strolls in K-Town]

“Joshua shhhhh we’re gonna get caught!” You giggled as you tugged your boyfriend’s arm out your back door. He stumbles out the door and laughs. With a smile, he plants a kiss on your lips.

Somehow, the two of you ended up wandering the streets of Korea town. Warm with the alcohol in your system and with the warmth of your boyfriend, the universe seemed to fall into place.

You shake your head. No, that’s the past. It’s a chilly night out and you curse yourself for not bringing a jacket. Shivering, you let out a deep sigh and ignore the heat in your cheeks as tears being to well up in your eyes.

“Hey you seem cold, you can borrow my jacket if you like?” You turn and meet eyes with someone new.

[And fuckin' on Brooklyns in Brooklyn Your Chelseas in Chelsea Hope that eases the pain, so you remember to miss me]

Tired of training, tired of working, tired of everything, Joshua heads out to a party being thrown by someone’s friend’s brother. He didn’t know who but he didn’t care.

Joshua knows this is wrong. He knows he could get in so much trouble for this. But in the moment, with her lips on his and his hands on her hips, it doesn’t matter to him. He ignores the nagging voice in his head that tells him he could get caught. He ignores how her hands aren’t like yours and how his body doesn’t fit with hers like a puzzle piece. He ignores that she doesn’t kiss him the way you did. For now he just needed something, someone to get you out of his mind.

[And you sold your car, now you walk for miles Bet your feet feel numb]

Joshua wakes up the next morning with a headache and his heart still empty. He sits up in bed, replaying the events of last night. His mouth tastes sour but not from the alcohol. Sighing and ignoring the gnawing feeling at his chest, he chugs a glass of water and gets ready for the day. The dorm is almost empty, save for a few members still milling about. He decides to head out early for practice to give him some time and space with his thoughts. He takes the long way, walking through parks and neighborhoods to try to get the guilt out of his system.

[All my demons run wild All my demons have your smile In the city of angels, in the city of angels]

As nice as it sounded to go home with the stranger you met at the party, you and Joshua haven’t officially broken up yet. But then you start to see the stranger everywhere. At school, at work, and you begin to wonder if you’re being tempted, if the universe is saying it’s time to move on. He makes you laugh, smile, all of these things you’ve been missing in your life. However, you still remember Joshua. Your Joshua. You remember the way his lips turned up at the corners and how you could tell when he wanted to kiss you. And he would. Over and over again. You decide to go for a walk to clear your mind. You pass by the streets you used to walk with Joshua and wonder when they began to change.

[Hope it holds you like I do While my demons stay faithful In the city of angels]

“Shua-hyung, is everything okay? You’ve been off lately.” Chan asks as they stretch before dance warm ups. Seungkwan elbows the younger who is oblivious to Joshua’s situation.

“Everything is fine” Joshua assures him. Everything is in fact, not fine. Guilt threatens to swallow him whole but he pushes it aside. He came to Korea to train and become an idol. He’s realizing how selfish he’s been, and how selfish he has to be if he wants to make this work. Although the lump in his throat stays, he bottles all the other feelings down. He knows what he has to do. And he hates himself for it.

[Pretty little white lies got me good Thought this was love, I was misunderstood]

You pick up your phone and to your surprise, it’s Joshua.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hey it’s been awhile.”

You bite your lip wondering if he’s finally decided what future of two of you looked like.

“What’s up Joshua?”

“Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

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[If I'm honest, I'd call, but I'm trying to let go]

You’re devastated when you get your exam score back. You could have sworn you studied everything the professor gave you but still, you failed. That’s how school has been lately. College has become a new type of hard and you aren’t used to failing so often. Tears blur your eyes as you cry in frustration about your grades. You pick up your phone, knowing exactly who can comfort you, who knows what to say. But you never press call.

[And I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis But you'll always have me, you'll always have me]

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.” Sighing, Joshua tells you about that winter night. You can hear the regret in his voice.

You’re angry and hurt but also realize that you’ve grown so far apart. You’re relieved and heartbroken but maybe it’s for the best. Your words don’t meet his ears and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s been like this for far too long. You’re tired. He’s tired.

“Maybe it’s best if we don’t talk anymore Josh,” you said in between hiccups. You swallow the lump in your throat and ignore the the bone crushing feeling in your chest.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I truly am. Thank you for the love and memories. I wish you the best, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Joshua.”

If you thought about it hard enough, your fingertips could feel the fuzz of his cheek. If he thought about it hard enough, he could smell your shampoo and feel the pads of your fingertips against his cheek. However, you couldn’t reach each other.

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[And I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis But you'll always have me]

It’s been 5 years since you last talked to Joshua. After some time, you began to date again but no one quite made you feel the swelling in your chest that you longed for. It’s okay though, you’ve become content with the life you’ve made for yourself. You heard Joshua debuted in a group called seventeen and as much as it hurt, you couldn’t help but smile and be happy for him. You’d still feel a pang in your chest everytime someone mentioned him. You wish things didn’t turn out this way.

You look back over the water and watch as the sun kisses the ocean goodbye. You get up, deciding it’s time to go home. You wipe as much of the sand as you can off of you. After taking one last glance of the fading sun, you take a deep breath and turn around to walk back to your car.

“Y/N?”

“Joshua?”

Your heart begins to swell.

[you'll always have me]

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