#GOSH WHO COULD BE THIS ABOUT? feigned shock

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@dreamsofalife asked:

😤 - … they could vent long about

"Him." It's a shaky exhale. "Gettin' frustrated fer years. Sparrin' wit' 'im. Makin' me second guess an' makin' me..." He pauses as he seems a little warmer. "Bett'r than I am. Keepin' me on my toes. Been ferever wit' 'im. Pulled me right outta the mud an' gave me a place to stay. A home. Maybe it ain't so bad, bickerin' day out an' in- out an' in all-" He sighs. "Life ain't the same wit'out 'im. Ev'n if he's so infuriatin' an' all."

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Yogurt | L.N.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: what's is the best way to show your crush you like him if not by eating yogurt together?

Warnings: fluff/comedy<3

Word count: ~1,8K

“Hey Lan, look what I got!” you excitedly waved the spoon around, a sparkle in your eye.

A smile instantly found a place on Lando’s face, hearing your voice just did that to him these days. He turned to face you but soon enough the smile fell and he let out a scream inside. NO GOD NO!

There you stood before him, so incredibly excited and happy with a carton of yogurt in your hand and Lando knew that he couldn’t run away now, you’ve caught him once again.

“Sadly there was only one left, but we can share!” you sat next to him on the soft sofa overlooking the track.

Gosh you lived for these little moments between you two, because it was literally the only time you two could be together uninterrupted for at least a while and talk about everything and anything.

“Oh that’s great…” Lando tried to feign excitement but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up…

As the two of you sat there sharing the small carton of yogurt you couldn’t not tell him all about the new book you’ve read. The yogurt was long gone, but you still kept going, describing every single character and your favourite scenes to Lando who was listening intently.

“And then he totally lost it! Like he’s been losing it since the start, but this was the total culmination where we got to see just how messed up he actually is. He was literally shooting into hallucinations of her! Dude really got one heartbreak and turned completely ins-” your rant was cut short as Lando leaped out of his seat and hurried away and out of the cafeteria.

You sat there now in complete stillness, confused as to what made him act out in such a way. What worried you most was that he always seemed to run off after your little chats. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, but that kind of hurt…

The first time it happened you were absolutely heartbroken. Like how could you not be! The guy you have a crush on running away from you! But after that Lando apologised to you and everything was back to normal. Up until he did that again and again… and again. Yes he’d apologise after every single time, but it was starting to drive you nuts!

“Awesome,” you let out an expiated sign and leave the cafeteria once again with your head hung low.

The next time you see Lando is about an hour later at practise and make yourself a mental note to ignore him, since you could no longer take his weird behaviour and fake apologies.

You’re just about to walk out of the garage when you heard a thud of something or rather someone falling to the floor and a group of shocked intakes of breath echoed around the place.

“Lando!” air was knocked out of your chest the moment you saw him lying on the floor, face a pale white and glistening with sweat.

You kneeled next to him with a few of his team members, “Help me put him on the couch,” your hands were trembling as you assisted the older man to pick Lando up. Your hands were braced under his head holding it softly, afraid to harm him in any way.

“Lando? Lando wake up,” you caressed his forehead lightly, wiping away the curls that were starting to stick to his damp skin.

It didn’t take long before his eyes fluttered open and connected with your gaze.

“Lando, are you okay?” concern was etched into your features, eyebrows furrowed, soft hands still raking through his hair.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” he sat up patting your hand, clearly not helping your mind ease.

“You look pale Lan, are you sure?” you pushed seriously concerned for his wellbeing.

“Yeah, trust me, it happens sometimes, nothing to worry about” he gives you a quick smile before stumbling off to his room.

Pure confusion of what just happened was etched into your features. What the hell is up with this guy?!

Even if you felt confused by his actions you still felt bad that he fainted.

 Why does a person faint? Dehydration? Not eating enough? That sounds like something that could have happened to Lando since he’s always too preoccupied with doing anything else but actually eating his meals or getting enough water until it was too late.

You run to the convenience store that’s close to the track and buy a few packets of yogurt, some flavourless, some with strawberries. You think he’ll like that since one time he talked for an hour about a strawberry tart he had in London.

Your hands softly knock on his door before you enter.

“Hey, I got you some yogurt, thought it might pick up your mood,” you offer him the three yogurt packets and a complementary spoon from the hospitality.

”Oh! That’s … great actually, exactly what I needed right now,” he grabs the yogurt out of your arms and thanks you before eating spoonful’s of it. You smile watching him go through two packets so eagerly. ‘Poor boy was so hungry’ you think.

On the other hand Lando is doing everything in his power to keep the damn yogurt down his throat, but even the smell was now irritating his whole being.

But he couldn’t just not eat it. You got it for him, just for him. And god he knew how much he was messing up these past few weeks he didn’t want to make another stupid move that will make sure he never sees you closer than 10 feet away from him.

‘You got this Lando, just few more spoons and you make the girl happy. You got this man’ he repeated that as his mantra until his body betrayed him. Turns out no, he did not ‘got this’.

You watched with impending horror as Lando launched himself out of the chair and into the bathroom before an array of sounds followed as he emptied his insides into the toilet.

You stood behind the door not knowing what to do but extremely concerned about the boy’s condition.

“Lan?”

“Please don’t come in here Y/n,” his voice was tainted with desperation and as much as worry spurred you to see him you also had understanding for the boy and sat yourself back down on the sofa.

At that time Oscar came into the room.

“Oh Y/n, have you seen Lando? I’ve been looking all over for him, it’s like he disappeared,” the boy sat next to you on the sofa.

“He’s in there,” you pointed at the closed bathroom door with an apologetic expression and Oscar nodded his head silently understanding more about the situation than he let on.

It was only a few minutes later that Lando emerged from the bathroom smelling of fresh toothpaste and with red blotches covering his damp face.

“Lan? Are you sure you okey? Seems like you’ve caught some kind of tummy bug,” your eyebrows pulled together as you assessed the teary eyed boy standing before you.

Lando only sat down at his table and opened the water bottle before taking a sip and letting out a sign.

Oscar was done with the situation after having been in it for all of 2 minutes and decided to push his friend in the right direction for once.

“Lando, for the love of God, please tell her!“ Oscar sounded expiated as he stood from the sofa in frustration, something that looked so foreign on the usually silent boy.

“Tell me what?” your eyes danced between the two boys who now held intense eye contact with each other.

“He’s lactose intolerant for God’s sake!” Oscar was the one to break the silent conversation between the two boys.

“Nooooo!” Lando screeched out at the same time as Oscar admitted his secret to you.

“Oh my god Lando! Why didn’t you tell me! You’ve been getting sick and it’s all my fault!” you clawed at your face hot with embarrassment. Now it all made sense why he’d hurry away from you after your little yogurt dates. Gosh how did you not notice it?!

“Because I like you! And you’d always offer me some of it and I just couldn’t say no because I thought you’d take it the wrong way…” Lando’s gaze was stuck to the floor and his shoulders slumped in defeat, not only did he already feel a fool he also admitted his feelings to you and was getting ready for your sweet rejection.

“Gosh I thought I was the one being slick always offering you some yogurt, just to show that I like you, but then you’d run off and I just thought that the yogurt was all we had.” Your hand raked through your hair anxiously. Yes Lando was the first one to admit his feelings but that did not make it easier for you to say as doubts still covered you.

“You thought that I was being with you just for the yogurt?” Lando stepped closer and smoothed his hand over your hair, putting the strands back into place with a soft touch.

“It sounds stupid I know, but yeah…” your eyes lifted to connect with his adoring eyes. His sweet gaze calmed your heart and you leaned into his touch, reassured by his presence.

“Well good thing you now know that it has nothing to do with the yogurt,” the room erupted in your harmonious chuckles before his lips softy landed on your forehead, once again claiming his affection towards you.

The moment was so personal that neither of you noticed when Oscar silently slipped out of the room leaving it just for the two of you, but you were none the less thankful for his kind understanding.

Later that night you and Lando were watching movies in his apartment, cuddled up on the huge foamy sofa before the TV. Your hand was making soft circles on his tummy, rubbing away the pain.

There was only a faint sound of the movie that engulfed the room until you spoke up with a teasing smile.

“I still can’t believe you were doing that to yourself just because you liked me.”

Lando lifted his face from your chest so he could face you before he answered.

“What’s a little sickness if I get to see you smile?”

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Haewon - Revenge pt2

Smut

Sry for the long wait, this part 2 is 4K words. It's a little long but I hope you enjoy it.

"What the fuck is going on!" Tae-won shouted as he witnessed his sister naked and riding Y/n on the couch.

"Oppa? Why are you here!?!?" Haewon asked, surprised and slowing down her pace of bouncing on Y/n's dick.

"What are you doing!" Her brother shouted in shock.

Y/n smirked at him and wrapped his arms around Haewon.

"Is he your brother?" Y/n asked, pretending to be shocked.

"Yes..." Haewon looked back at Y/n nervously as they stopped and sat together.

"Hi, I'm Haewon's boyfriend." Y/n introduced himself, smirking.

"Y/n! You piece of shit!" Tae-Won angrily shouted as he walked over and tried to punch Y/n.

He was stopped by Haewon. "You guys know each other?" Haewon asked, shocked that her brother knew Y/n's name.

"I didn't know Haewon was your sister!?!?" Y/n feigned being dumb.

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After Y/n left the house and her brother was scolding Haewon.

Tae-won wanted to complain to their parents but he didn't want to break the news to them. Instead he asked his parents to stop Y/n from coming over to teach Haewon and don't allow Y/n to meet her.

While his parents agreed and Y/n eventually cutting contact with Haewon, giving his excuse to her that Tae-won threatened him and etc...

Y/n thought that making Haewon hate Tae-won and fucking her. That was it...

Much to his and Tae-won's dismay however...

Haewon decided to join their university too...

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Beginning of new semester...

"Have you heard?" One of Y/n's friends asked.

"Heard what?" Y/n asked.

"Tae-won's sister is enrolling in our university!"

"What!?!?" Y/n asked in shock, dropping his phone.

"Yeah! I heard she's pretty and hot!" His friend whispered to him.

"Gosh..." Y/n mumbled.

Y/n quickly went back to his dorm room and laid down, thinking of a plan on how to avoid Haewon.

He looked up on his social media where the guys were already discussing about the new girls in campus. Including Haewon...

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Curious, Y/n opened the door to see who was it...

Luckily, it was his friend. He thought it might have been Haewon.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Dude! Do you know Haewon?" His friend asked, as if interrogating him.

"No...?" Y/n answered weirdly.

"She is in our dorm. Supposedly to stay close with her brother. But when she heard someone talking about you. She got curious and asked about you."

"What!?! Who was talking about me? What did she ask??" Y/n asked anxiously, pulling his friend closer and looking around the hallway.

"It was Jong-min. He was talking about how you helped him with an assessment."

"Damn! This Jong-min got a big mouth!" Y/n sweared.

"And then Haewon asked, who is Y/n? Where do you stay and what classes you go to."

"So... does she know where I stay?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't think so?"

"Okay, just don't tell her where I stay." Y/n said, pushing his friend away.

"Why?"

*close the door*

Just an hour later, there was another knock on his door when Y/n was arranging his stuff.

He opened the door and it revealed Haewon! Who was smiling when she realised she finally found Y/n.

"Oppa!" She shouted, running in to hug Y/n. Who... reluctantly hugged her back but pushed her back soon after.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n asked.

"Oppa, I'm here to study and... get back with you. I even moved into the dorm. I wanted to be with you." Haewon said, smiling as she held Y/n's hands.

"Haewon, I can't be with you. You know that. Your parents asked me to stop seeing you." Y/n explained.

"No! They will understand! You are the only who could understand me, you were so nice to me... I want you!" She insisted.

"No! Stop disturbing me. I don't want to be involved with you anymore!" Y/n said, pushing Haewon down on the floor.

Haewon cried, hurt and left on the floor.

"Is it cause my brother is threatening you?" She asked, crying.

"Yes! Now will you leave me alone?" Y/n said, holding his fists and closing the door.

As he closed the door, he sat down against the door.

He wasn't sure what he was doing either... this is all too... messy. Y/n wanted to be with her, but he don't want to mess up her life.

"Ah fuck!" Y/n punched the floor.

After 5 minutes, he opened up the door slowly, seeing if Haewon was still there.

He saw that no one was there anymore, but he felt guilty... worried... Is Haewon okay? That was all that is going in his mind.

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After a week....

Y/n asked around for those in Haewon's major, if anyone knew her and if she was doing well.

"I don't know... I haven't see her in any of the classes either." One girl told him.

"Ok, thanks" Y/n said.

"Are you Haewon's brother or boyfriend?" She asked.

"Ugh, no. Haewon's brother told me to ask around." Y/n forced an awkward smile.

"Do you want to go out together?" The girl asked shyly.

"What? Umm, no sorry. I have a girlfriend." Y/n said, rejecting her. Making the girl nervous.

Y/n went home after his class and was doing his assignments when suddenly someone knocked on his door.

*KNOCK*

*KNOCK*

Someone knocked on the door hurriedly.

"Calm down!" Y/n said, quickly running to the door, opening it.

He opened the door to see Jong-min.

He was sweating and panicking.

"What's wrong!?!?" Y/n asked, confused.

"Somethings gonna happen to Haewon!"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"There's a party tonight, and someone said to her, you wanted to meet her there and she agreed to come."  Jong-min said, catching his breath.

"Hae-won went there and I think, one of the guys want to spike her drink and..." Jong-min said, not wanting to finish the last sentence.

Y/n got the address of the party, and quickly drive his way to the location of the party which was in a club not far from the school.

"Please, please. Don't let anything happen to her." Y/n said, as he drove with full speed.

He parked outside and quickly showed his ID to the club bouncer, then going in and looked for Haewon.

"Room 7, Room 7!" Y/n recalled Jong-min saying it.

Y/n quickly opened the door and entered, seeing Haewon slightly drunk.

"Oppa...?" Haewon, holding a cup of alcohol , smiled and slightly confused, losing her footing.

He pulled Haewon away, leaving the room.

Someone tried to stop him from taking Haewon away, but he simply pushed them away.

"This girl is sister of Oh Tae-Won! From computer science major!" Y/n shouted, making them all freeze and leave.

"Shit, Oh Tae-Won?!" The guy who spiked the drink and organised the party sweared, throwing the glass cup down on the ground.

"Oppa? Where are we going?" Haewon asked, drunk and spinning around.

Y/n laid her down gently at the backseat while making sure she was doing okay.

He drove slowly back to the dorm, making sure Haewon wasn't being having any discomfort.

Once he arrived, Y/n slowly carried Haewon back up to his room. Making sure no one caught him and her together, not wanting any misunderstandings.

He opened the door and carried her in, "gosh... is all everyone who's drunk, heavy?" He carried her and laid her onto his bed.

He looked at the drunk girl in-front of him, he sighed.

He sat on the bed, holding her face.

"I miss you. I don't want to hurt you." Y/n whispered, touching her cheek.

Y/n then continued doing his work for awhile and then stopping for the day, laying beside the bed and sleeping on the floor, with his spare blanket.

The next day, he found Haewon beside him, looking at him.

"Hmph!?!!" Y/n was shocked to see her beside him.

"Are you really that shocked?" Haewon giggled.

"What are you doing?" Y/n asked.

"Nothing..." Haewon said, but her hands wandered around Y/n's shoulders, slowing going to his lower body.

"What were you doing last night?" Y/n asked, angry.

"I heard you wanted to meet me at the party." Haewon explained.

"If I wanted to meet you. I would have asked you to come meet me personally." Y/n said, further explaining.

"I don't go to places like club either way."

"Oh..." Haewon said, timidly.

"Are you okay? They tried to spike your drink." Y/n said, touching her hair.

"I'm okay. Cause you saved me." Haewon smiled.

"I..." Y/n was at a loss for words.

"I heard what you said last night." Haewon revealed.

"What?"

"You said you love me." Haewon said cheekily.

"Did I?" Y/n wondered.

"You did..." Haewon said, touching Y/n's morning wood now.

"Haewon?" Y/n looked down at her hands over his bulge.

"Oppa, don't resist me..." Haewon said.

Y/n looked at her, hesitant.

Y/n got up the bed and sat, while Haewon went down on her knees and pulled down his underwear, where Y/n's excited dick greeted her.

"I missed this..." Haewon wrapped her soft pale hands around Y/n's dick.

Y/n moaned as Haewon gently played with his dick.

"Oppa, you miss me?" Haewon started quickly jerking faster, enjoying how good she is making Y/n feel.

Y/n rolled his eyes and sighed satisfied, at the hands of Haewon.

"Oppa!" Haewon tapped him.

Y/n regained his mind and looked at Haewon, who then slowly swallowed the whole of his dick into her warm mouth.

All while Haewon maintained eye contact with him.

"Shit!" Y/n sweared, as he feel an amazing sensation as Haewon's mouth enveloped his member.

Within a minute or two, Y/n started to moan and closed his eyes.

"I-I am going to-" Y/n couldn't control himself.

Haewon felt Y/n's dick expand in her mouth and then came the explosion of cum into her mouth.

It tasted just like how she remembered...

"Mmm..." Haewon swallowed, Y/n's eyes remained closed and his body relaxed.

"Gosh, I missed this." Y/n admitted, touching Haewon's shoulders.

Haewon got up slightly, and started to take off her clothes. Stripping from her clothes, slipping each piece of clothing off slowly.

Y/n marvelled at the sight...

It's been awhile but Haewon's body remained beautiful and nice.

She got on top of him and kissed him.

"Haewon... I..." Y/n wanted to stop her but couldn't.

"Shush..." Haewon said as she slowly coaxed his clothes off.

"I know you want this. Don't try to stop me again." Haewon said, as she sat on Y/n's stomach and smirked.

"Oppa, you missed me. Don't you?" Haewon continued, while she touched herself.

"Touch me. Claim me." Haewon urged.

Y/n got up and put his mouth onto Haewon's boobs. It felt weirdly satisfying to Haewon as Y/n's hand explored her body and he continued kissing her.

"Fuck... This is so good." Y/n said, as he struggled for breath.

"We aren't even having sex. Imagine if we were... we are both not leaving this bed." Haewon joked.

"I will show you that tonight." Y/n said, looking at her with a determined look.

After awhile, they both laid in bed exhausted.

"Oppa, you should continue to sleep. It's barely morning." Haewon said, laying her head over his chest.

Y/n looked out his window to see the sunlight starting to shine through the trees into his room.

"I thought it was already morning." Y/n laughed.

"Let's sleep together." Haewon said, smiling happily as she hugged Y/n's body, feeling the heat of his body warming her.

And when Haewon later wake up, she sees Y/n still sleeping peacefully.

She got up and wore her clothes, looking around his room, before heading into the small kitchen area.

She looked for some ingredients in the fridge and started to cook breakfast for Y/n.

Y/n woke up to the sound of sizzling and looked towards the kitchen. He sees Haewon's back figure cooking something and frying something.

He got up and walked towards Haewon, hugging her from the back.

"Oppa, you are awake?" She asked, continuing to cook.

"Mmm." Y/n said, leaning his head on her shoulder.

"I cooked breakfast for you." Haewon said.

"Thanks." Y/n said, kissing her and touching her stomach.

As Y/n was eating breakfast with Haewon, someone knocked on the door and Haewon went to open the door.

As Haewon walked towards the door, Y/n just realised what that would mean.

"Wait!" But it was too late...

Haewon already opened the door, and outside was Y/n's friend, Jong-min.

"Yes?" Haewon asked the person.

Jong-min was shocked that Haewon was in his room and didn't know what to say.

"Uhh... nothing. I knocked on the wrong door." He said before walking away.

Y/n rushed to the door and shouted at him.

"Hey!!! it's not what you see!"

"Don't worry, I won't say anything!"

Y/n quickly closed the door and looked at Haewon, who was laughing at him.

"What? Are you scared." Haewon asked, looking at him smirking seductively.

"I shouldn't be dating you." Y/n admitted.

"I don't care. I want you." Haewon said, walking closer and holding his hand.

Y/n thought for awhile...

Haewon looked at his eyes and smiled, "I will make you decide."

She slowly go down on her knees and started to pull down his underwear once again, putting his dick into her warm mouth.

All this feeling, sensations... all too good and familiar for Y/n to resist.

"Stop me." Haewon dared him, momentarily stopping the moment.

Y/n stopped for awhile and simply allowed her to do her 'magic'.

"I could do this all day..." Haewon struggled to say, as she sucked his dick for the second time that day.

Y/n held her head and guided her. The fact that she wanted this too, made him feel even better.

Haewon slurped on his dick and Y/n started to thrust his dick slowly into Haewon's mouth.

Soon, the pace fastens and it was almost as if Y/n was fucking Haewon's mouth.

Then... Y/n unloaded into her mouth once again.

"You are insatiable." Y/n said, as he pulled out of her mouth.

"Me? How about you!" Haewon joked, after swallowing his cum.

"Go to your class, okay?" Y/n advices her.

"How did you know I haven't been to classes?" Haewon asked, surprised.

"I just know." Y/n struggled to explain.

"You have been asking around about me." Haewon understood, happy that Y/n cares about her.

"Don't use my family as excuses anymore. Just be my boyfriend. I want to be your girlfriend." Haewon said, hugging Y/n tightly.

Y/n didn't say anything except just hugging her back and patting her head.

"Okay." Y/n mumbled.

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Haewon started to attend her classes and do well in classes, submitting her assignments and being a good student.

However when outside of the classroom, she was doing all sort of things with Y/n. She would often go to his room and suck his dick or get fucked by Y/n.

Of course, they kept it low profile and a secret but Taewon soon found out.

Oh was he furious.

He confronted Y/n, who was in the room, busy with Haewon.

"Haewon, I know you are in there! Y/n, you bastard!" He shouted, knocking on the door.

He put his ears on the door and could hear Haewon moaning.

"Hey! Stop it!" Taewon shouted.

"Wait!" Y/n replied.

After a quiet minute, both of them appeared at the door, all dressed but sweaty.

"What do you think you are doing!!!" Taewon shouted.

"I was just helping her." Y/n answered.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I will tell this to father and mother! They will make you get kicked out of university!" Taewon warned, before leaving.

Haewon looked at Y/n in fear, worried for him.

"Don't worry." Y/n assured Haewon. 

The next day, Y/n went to her house with Haewon and officially introduced himself as her boyfriend.

As they sat down to talk, their parents were sceptical about him.

"Well, you are older than our daughter by 3 years. It's fine but... we are a little worried." Her mother explained.

"I understand but I want to let you know that I will treat her well and make sure she live happily everyday." Y/n say, making Haewon's father nod and Haewon blush.

"Hmm, but a tutor dating his former student... and Taewon even made us stopped you two from meeting after Haewon finished her exams..." Her parents were hesitant.

Y/n stood up and spoke. "Sir and ma'am, Haewon is a very nice girl, she just needed someone who could understand her."

"I want to be that person." Y/n continued, making Haewon touched. Also gaining the approval of her parents.

Her parents approved of them and asked them to go study well.

When driving back to their dorm, Haewon spoke.

"Thats way too easy! They didn't even talk much." Haewon wondered.

"Don't worry about it" Y/n held her hand.

"You should be worried about what I'm going to do to you after we get back." Y/n teased her.

And as soon as they got back into Y/n's room, Y/n stripped her naked and bent her over his desk, preparing to fuck her.

"Mmm!" As Haewon enjoyed the feeling of Y/n controlling her and the feeling of Y/n's dick inside her tight pussy.

"Yes! Oh! It feels so good!" Haewon moaned, struggling to contain her excitement.

"Keep it down. You don't want other people to know about us." Y/n whispered.

"I don't care! Fuck, your dick is so good Oppa! Fuck me harder!" Haewon shouted, continuing to moan.

Her moans only served to motivate Y/n.

The sound of their body clapping from the thrusts were filling the room.

"Fuck! My Oppa tried to stop me but nothing can stop us!" Haewon said, as she held on to the desk.

"Yeah, tell me more!" Y/n said, as he pulled her onto the bed and impaled her on his dick.

"Continue! Ride my dick!" Y/n commanded, spanking Haewon's ass.

"Fuck, so good!" Haewon moaned, trying to get up and down his dick.

Y/n sucked on her tits and held on to her closer.

It wasn't long before Y/n was about to cum and struggled to pull out of Haewon's tightly pussy. Haewon understood and quickly got on her knees, ready for him to finish in her mouth.

Y/n allowed Haewon to do her magic and within seconds inside her warm mouth, a huge explosion of cum went into her mouth and into her throat.

After a momentarily silence, both of them laid down in bed. Smiling at each other.

The next day, Y/n was asked to meet Taewon in his room.

Haewon wanted to stop him. "No, don't go." She hugged him.

"It's okay, I got this." Y/n said, kissing her forehead.

Y/n left alone to Taewon's room where he felt immense anger even entering his room.

He was asked to sit on the bed while he sat on the chair, as if it was an interrogation.

"You want to just play with my sister and fuck her only. Don't you? You don't have any feelings for my sister. You just want to take revenge on me for threatening you. And especially your ex-girlfriend..." Taewon said, whispering the last part.

Y/n held his fists...

He really wanted to punch this fucker.

But Y/n held on, as he realised something.

Y/n realised that his laptop was facing them, and specifically him. Although the laptop was black screen, the camera was open. He figured that this was a bait.

"No! I love Haewon, she's my true love. I really want to be with her." Y/n said firmly.

Those words surprised Taewon.

"What?" Taewon asked in confusion.

"I know you thought I would be like you. Fucking girls around in college and hooking up like crazy." Y/n exposed him, knowing whatever Taewon was trying to do is futile.

"What are you talking about!" Taewon stood up in anger.

"I won't tell your parents that you tried to invite Haewon to your friends party in the club and you asked for money, pretending it's for class when you are just splurging!" Y/n lied.

"What the fuck are you saying!" Taewon shouted, punching Y/n.

"I will take my leave now. I love Haewon and won't let her go!" Y/n said, before leaving.

Once he left the room, Taewon looked towards the laptop and talked panicky.

"Mom, Dad. It's not what you think it is! He's lying!" Taewon tried to defend himself.

"Enough! We heard enough." A voice came from the laptop.

Y/n heard from outside the room smirking, knowing that he succeeded.

Then, came a message from Haewon, asking to come to her room.

Once he arrived at outside her room, Y/n was greeted by her parents and Haewon.

"Hi, Sir and ma'am." Y/n bowed respectfully.

"Don't worry about Taewon. We support your relationship with Haewon fully!" Her father said, patting him on the shoulder, satisfied with him.

"I won't let you down!" Y/n said.

"I hope you don't mind that Taewon wanted to test you earlier." Her mother said, apologetically.

"It was a test?" Y/n pretended to be shock.

"I'm sorry, yes." She continued.

"I have seen how my daughter behaved from when she first met you and until now." Haewon's parents said, looking at Haewon, proud of her.

"Don't worry. I understand. Now, we have to talk to Taewon about something else." They said, stern.

"Did I get him in trouble?" Y/n pretended to be sorry.

"No, it's okay. You did good." Haewon's father said before leaving with his wife.

Y/n was left in the room with Haewon and smiled at her.

"Oppa, my parents love you!" Haewon said, delighted.

"And I love you." Y/n said, his hands wandering to her tits.

"Oppa! So naughty!" Haewon hit him playfully.

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A few days later, Y/n was invited to stay over at Haewon's house as her parents are leaving for a vacation and wanted the couple to stay at the house, making sure the house was safe.

Taewon was shocked, when hearing the news.

"What!?!? You are letting them stay alone overnight at the house?" Taewon asked, in shock.

"Don't worry, they are responsible adults. We trust them." They said, calling from the airport.

"We need to get on the flight. Bye." They hung up the call.

Taewon quickly drive to the house and opened the door with his keys.

He climbed up the stairs, and could hear them having sex.

*clap*

*moans*

Taewon got instantly mad, and knocked on the door.

"HEY!!! YOU TWO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Taewon shouted.

Inside the room however....

Y/n had Haewon bent over her own desk and fucking her from the back, enjoying the beautiful view of her naked body, and nice ass.

"Gosh, your brother is trying to disturb us." Y/n said, struggling for breathes as he is thrusting inside Haewon's tight warm pussy.

"Ignore him. Just continue fucking me." Haewon said, continuing to moan and arch her back.

Y/n hold on to her waist and continue to fuck her even harder and faster.

The claps made by their body in unison was in rhythm and even louder.

Haewon's moans music to Y/n's ears

"HEY, ARE YOU IGNORING ME!?!?" Taewon shouted outside.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum soon. Your pussy is too good!" Y/n exclaimed, saying it loud for Taewon to hear.

"Cum inside me, Oppa!" Haewon said, wanting it.

Within seconds, Y/n's seed was flowing inside Haewon's tight little pussy...

And Taewon was unable to anything about it...

[strawberrystepmom]

erwin x f!reader. cw: alcohol. modern au - reader is late 20s/early 30s and he’s late 30s/early 40s. he is a history professor.

“I didn’t expect you to be…”

The way Erwin, the man you were set up on a blind date with, trails off should make you feel self conscious but with everything you have learned about him over the past hour, you simply smile and raise a brow in his direction, sipping from your old fashioned to hide your grin. He watches every move you make, eyes as blue and deep as the ocean sparkling with curiosity, and he finds himself engrossed in everything from the subtle smack of your lips to the elegant way you hold your glass.

“What? So charming? Beautiful? Intelligent?”

One hour in and Professor Erwin Smith smitten by you, something he’d be apprehensive to admit if asked, yet it’s evident on his face and the way he chuckles at your easy jokes.

“I was struggling to pick just one.”

Another grin the lip of your glass can’t hide blooms on your face and you shrug nonchalantly.

“Then why not all of them?”

You are magnetic and he’d be a fool to keep you from feeding him lines and sly smiles from behind the safe barrier of your whiskey and ice filled glass, liquid courage clearly encouraging whatever is happening currently, but frankly - he doesn’t mind. It has been too long since his last date and he needs to send his fellow history department employee Annie a note in thanks for her suggestion of meeting up with you.

It has been more than he anticipated but he isn’t mad about it, watching you finally place your glass on the table in front of you rather than hiding behind it. He’s certain what he’s getting now is you but he’s eager to see more now that you seem more accessible, shifting in his seat slightly.

The older man feels so at ease with you he almost forgets this isn’t a regular occurrence, this is a first date and he must impress even if it means taking the focus from you. He’s almost resistant to the idea of you as anything but the star of this simple dinner shared by two strangers hoping to be more but he clears his throat and smiles, lower lip a little wobbly which belies the touch of anxiety he’s currently feeling.

“Annie told me that you love to read.”

Smiling at the mention of your friend, you shrug humbly and he can’t help but laugh that this is the moment you’ve picked to be coy. Perhaps he’s truly digging beneath the surface, pulling you apart from petal to root, and he leans back in his chair and sips from his own whiskey neat watching you formulate an answer.

Erwin Smith, above all, is a charmer and you’re witnessing it first hand. It’s humbling as the charmer to be the one swept off your feet but he’s handsome enough you let it slide, delicately tracing circles with your index finger around the rim of your glass while contemplating just how much of yourself to give away.

What could it hurt to give at least a little? You don’t sip from your glass this time, peering up through your lashes to be met with the heavily lidded gaze of the man across from you.

Gosh, it’s hard to tell who is charming who anymore.

“I can show you my collection better than I can explain it.”

Erwin chuckles and your face warms. Is it alcohol or pure lust causing all the blood in your body to rush to your face?

“That’s the most creative way I’ve ever been asked to go home with someone, I’ll give you that.”

You gasp, feigning shock and his face falls until you laugh, raising your brow with a half smile.

“I’m only inviting you for a private reading, Professor Smith. Don’t take it too seriously.”

The use of his formal title from your pretty lips is heady and he hums, the sound low in his throat and making your head spin. It’s hard to tell exactly what he makes of you but you believe he likes what he’s figured out so far if how quickly he searches around the room for your waiter is any indication.

“Is that a yes?”

Your brow still raised when his eyes fall upon you and he chuckles, reaching across the table and capturing it in his own. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles and lifts it toward his face, kissing the back of your hand as if he has done it a thousand times. You’ve been rendered speechless and your mouth moves dumbly, searching for words to secure your victory but they simply do not come.

“What kind of man says no to a beautiful woman?”

Your face blazes and your eyes dart from his. It’s safe to say you won’t be winning this round but you hardly mind when you feel his gaze on you, skin prickling with awareness. It isn’t often that you let someone else get the last word but you’ve been given no choice, his thumb still pressed against your palm while gently setting your arm back down on the table in front of you.

“I’m hardly the type to kiss on the first date but I couldn’t help myself.”

Again, you find yourself searching for words and coming up short, grinning and tilting your head. He watches you reach for your glass again. Throat bobbing as you sip, the delicate column contracting, he wonders how his lips would feel against it but is drawn out of the lewd line of thought by your voice, blonde brow raised and mirroring the angle of your own.

“I suppose you’ll just have to find out if I’m the opposite type or not.”

His cheeks turn pink at their high points and you take a satisfied sip from your drink, leaps and bounds ahead of him without trying very hard once again. Despite the current standing, though, you find yourself deeply concerned that he’s matching you quip for quip and you almost veer down the oh so dangerous path of wondering where this man has been your entire life.

You know once you ask that there’s no going back so you simply sit smugly knowing one fact he isn’t privy to quite yet - he may not kiss on the first date but you definitely do and the night is still oh so young.

[tomorrowusa]

The House of Representatives was under the control of far right Republicans in 1998 when Speaker Newt Gingrich decided to impeach Bill Clinton for getting a blow job in the room where Donald Trump in 2021 watched his supporters rampage through the US Capitol.

The move to impeach Clinton had the opposite political effect which Gingrich intended. In the 1998 midterms the Republicans lost ground and in 2000 Al Gore won the popular vote for president.

In 2023 out of touch House Republicans once again want to impeach a Democratic president on flimsy grounds. Some Democrats are having difficulty hiding their glee.

House Speaker Kevin McCarthy launched an impeachment inquiry into Joe Biden on Tuesday, and Pennsylvania Senator John Fetterman is calling it out for the deeply unserious move that it is.  When asked for a response to the news, Fetterman feigned shock and distress.  “Oh my God, really?” he asked, his voice squeaking upward in pitch as he grabbed his head in his hands. “Oh my gosh, you know, oh—it’s devastating!” Fetterman went on, before breaking into laughter. “OooOooo don’t do it! Please, don’t do it!” he moaned, clutching at his heart as his aide pulled him away. “Oh no, oh no!”

Sen. Fetterman may have been channeling Br'er Rabbit.

Kevin McCarthy is the weakest House Speaker in living memory. He needs constantly to placate the far right "Freedom Caucus" to hold on to his job. The impeachment inquiry is a way of tossing them a few crumbs. It is unlikely to sate their appetite.

The impeachment inquiry could also spell trouble for the 18 Republicans representing districts Biden won in 2020. When Fetterman was asked about McCarthy’s plans for the impeachment inquiry last week, he responded: “Go ahead. Do it, I dare you.” “It would just be a big circle jerk on the fringe right,” Fetterman added.

Kevin McCarthy is proof that trying to appease extremists is a fool's task.

BTW: For those who obsess over age – Kevin McCarthy was 57 when he (finally) became House Speaker and Nancy Pelosi was 82 when she left the position. Politics aside, who was the more effective Speaker? 🤔

[fairylightsinthemist]

hi!! can i request something with tyson where reader is dionysus’ daughter? and like really takes after her dad 🤗🤗 please and thank you!!

You and Tyson were what some would call an unlikely pair. He was a gentle giant, shy and usually non-confrontational. You were the opposite. Dionysus kids were known to raise hell, and you were no exception. In fact, you were usually the ring leader. So, many internally questioned how such unlikely people could be so perfect together.

Tyson always thought you were beautiful. He didn’t see you as a delicate flower, but like a raging wildfire with no mercy. Your beauty seemed daunting to others, your eyes wild and fierce. You saw Tyson as someone who could give you peace that you sometimes needed. He was beautiful in a different way himself, in a way you certainly appreciated.

Sneaking up behind him, your warm hands covered his eyes. “Guesssss who?” You squeaked out, trying to disguise your voice. Your sort of were stumbling, his eyes were hard to reach due to his height. “Uhhh” Tyson startled, shaking his head. “You got me, it’s me.” You said. “You didn’t really give me a chance, but I’ll accept your apology with a kiss.” Tyson said cheekily, grinning. Gosh, he was so handsome. You leaned up on your tip-toes to kiss him, both of you smiling.

“Hm, was all that just to possibly kiss me?” Tyson asked, cocking his eyebrow playfully. You feigned shock. “Whattttt, no???” You laid a hand on your chest, eyebrows furrowed. Tyson kissed your forehead. “You know, you can just kiss me without having to put your hands on my eyes. We are together. And we have kissed a million times.” Tyson said, smirking. You blushed, that statement alone making you bashful. “Who’s to say I can’t spice things up?” You retorted, crossing your arms. “You’re so weird. That’s why I like you.” Tyson said. “Not because of my smokin’ hot body and gorgeous face?” You questioned, batting your eyelashes. Tyson through his head back and laughed. “I guess that, too.”

You walked hand in hand together with him to dinner. Your new drink obsession was cranberry juice and thank the gods you were able to always have some while at camp. Tyson always made sure to keep you happy, so he often would bring you whatever drink you were craving that week. Dinner together was fun, always joined with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. You absolutely loved your life and the person you were spending it with.

While laughing with your friends, you heard a deep voice boom behind you. “Y/N!” Your dad yelled, making your body cringe. “What, Dad?” You asked, looking at him annoyed. “What did I tell you about hanging out with Perry Johnson?” He asked, fuming. You couldn’t help but laugh, and it wouldn’t stop. Your giggles were infectious, and soon the whole table was laughing. Mr. D walked away confused and wondering why kids these days were so weird. “Sorry, Percy. You know my Dad is bad with names.” You defended, smiling. Percy shook his head. “I think it’s just me.” He said.

Tyson found your hand under the table, and you instantly laced your fingers with his. His thumb was stroking your hand side to side, and you shared a secret look of adoration with your boyfriend. He was the sweetest. Nights like these made life worth living, you thought. Though simple, they were priceless.

[burakkuhardt-wrsf]

((Character Interaction, For Personal Notes))

Additional Notes: this comes directly before the last post I made, I just felt like writing that one first. But here is some more context ✨

ALSO this part of the story is loosely based off of an experience I had in middle school- someone blurting out super traumatic information without caring at all is....real rough. Enjoy?

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Skylar pushed open the stall door with his elbow, wiping the bile from his mouth. You'd think after roughly two years of this he'd be used to it by now, but nothing can prepare you for those nasty ass pills they force-feed every student each morning (they were just as bad coming up then going down- but he knew better than to complain about that part)

Something told him that maybe he should have actually taken the meds today- that he might need them. Everyone was acting super strange from the moment he walked through the gate this morning- and it spelled trouble.

But he hadn't kept the pills down since the very first time he was forced to take them in 6th grade, and he wasn't gonna start now.

As he washed his hands he became acutely aware of muffled voices growing annoyingly loud, as two girls he was unfamiliar with pushed open the bathroom door mid-conversation, letting it slam behind them.

"- can't believe it..."

"I know, he was so anti-pig too, I never thought he would let-"

Both girls stopped in their tracks upon noticing Skylar, drying his hands and trying to ignore them. "Holy shit..." The first girl said under her breath, nudging her friend in the arm.

The second girl looked between Skylar and her friend, eyes growing wide. "Holy shit" she echoed, much louder than the first. "What are you doing here??"

Skylar, realizing the girl was talking to him now, gave her a bored questioning look. It had been over a year since anyone had questioned him using the girls bathroom, and he really thought they were over this by now. "Pissing." He lied flatly. "What are you doing here?"

"No-" the more quiet of the girls interjected. "Not the bathroom, at school..."

"Yeah-" her friend spoke up again "shouldn't you be at the-"

Suddenly the quieter girl gasped, clutching her friends arm in what seemed like a small moment of panic. "He doesn't know."

Both girls looked at each other in shock, then slowly back at Skylar...who was completely irritated at this point. "Know what?"

The girls looked suddenly very uneasy, and a bit afraid. Neither of them spoke up, and it was clear they weren't going to. Skylar huffed and pushed past them, leaving the bathroom.

Something was definitely going on, but Sky refused to let it linger in his mind. Fuck them if they think they're going to get to him- he was above whatever drama everyone was cooking up. He knew how to handle people like this- he plastered on a smile, willing away any negative aura as he feigned the look of someone just so happy to be here!

He tried to ignore the odd glances and hushed voices that followed him down the hall, swallowing down his unease until he didn't feel it anymore, 'happily' making his way to his locker.

Sky put his finger on the scanner, waiting for the sound of the inner lock unlatching before he swung the door open, picking up his bag and flinging it over his shoulder.

There was a small nagging in the back of his mind, the feeling that something was wrong, and he suddenly found himself wishing Corey was here with him. Just to carry my bag, obviously. He thought to himself, trying not to sink into the sad hollow feeling. Corey always made school so much easier, just by being there...he might have thought Sky was confident, but that's only because Corey's never seen Skylar without Corey around.

Surely he was here somewhere, Sky thought absently. They didn't run into each other so much anymore, but they did still both go here. Sky could find him if he really wanted to...and who's to say running into him wasn't a total accident! 'Oh my gosh, I'm sooo sorry I ran right into you- Wait, Corey??? I didn't know you still went here!'

Skylar smiled to himself for a moment before shaking his head. He wouldn't actually do that. There was a damn good reason he stopped talking to him- and Corey was far better off for it.

"Hey, Kelly!" Skylar turned towards the voice calling his last name, a small group of his 'friends' walking towards him.

There was a guy infront who had called for him, Sky couldn't remember his name, and three girls following behind him.

The girls had always been nice to him, but he hadn't bothered to learn their names either. Stuff like that wasn't all that important to Skylar- but he really did like them...sometimes.

Skylar smiled sweetly at them, giving a small wave before turning his attention towards the guy infront of him. "Hey." He greeted flatly, though his expression hadn't changed.

"Did you hear the news?" The guy said back, the girls expressions suddenly becoming fearful as they frantically tried to get him to stop talking. He ignored them.

Skylar signed at the display, accepting that he was gonna get pulled into this drama afterall. "What is it this time?" He asked half-heartedly with an accompanying eye roll.

"Dude." The guy responded with a barely contained grin, seemingly happy that Skylar was going to hear the news from him. "Lucca's fucking dead."

What.

"Guess they found his body last week, didn't tell no one. Serves him right for being a fucking pig-lover though, right?"

What??

"Oh my god Noah shut the fuck up!" One of the girls hissed, grabbing "Noah's" arm tightly and forcing him to look at her death glare.

All of a sudden the walls caved in around him, stealing the air away from Skylar's lungs- he blinked at the guy in disbelief, willing the suddenly smoke-filled air to clear enough for Sky to see again. What did he just say?

"I thought he'd be happy!" Noah continued, tone unchanging. "He can talk to his little emo friend again, now that his brother is out of the way"

He's lying. Skylar's inner voice hissed, unwilling to process what he was hearing. He's lying, there's no way Lucca's dead-

"We weren't supposed to say anything!" One of the girls protested.

Skylar could feel the cement filling his chest cavity- with every breath it got heavier and heavier, the rubble filled ground cracking beneath his weight. Is this what drowning feels like?

"Ever hear of breaking news gently??" The girl with a vice grip on Noah's arm hissed through gritted teeth.

The cracks beneath him must have sprung a leak, because before he knew it everything was engulfed in water, the distant voices sounding warped and distorted.

The group continued to bicker, but he could no longer follow the plot.

This isn't funny

He looked at the faces of his friends, expecting to see pain- but there was none. They talked and fought and felt fine.

Why am I the only one drowning?

He blinked slowly, his body heavy and mind groggy. Skylar lifted his head best he could, looking out at the sea of people. All of their eyes were on him, and they looked wrong.

This isn't real

As he scanned the crowd, vision fuzzy, a pair of eyes met his. He blinked, but they remained.

His guidance counselor was here, almost appearing out of no where- she looked out of breath and her hair was a mess, almost as if she had ran there. As she locked eyes with Skylar, her expression changed- what was once panic now flooded with horror, as if realizing she was too late.

If she's here...

Skylar swallowed down the suffocating lump in his throat, realizing she must have come to warn him. Then it must be true

She gestured to him, face becoming a careful expression resembling compassion. Skylar thought maybe she was saying something to him, but he couldn't hear her through the watery static.

It seemed like the counselor wanted him to follow her, but Sky just stared at her completely helpless- his body steadily filling with cement.

She moved towards Skylar slowly, seemingly understanding the predicament he was in. She gently put her arm around him in an attempt at guidance, not as crushing of a weight as the boy expected.

Skylar let the counselor guide him away from the crowed, feet shuffling over the cracks. Normally her touch, anyone's touch, would feel like stabbing hot iron- but he couldn't feel anything anymore. Just...sinking. Really, he was surprised she could reach him at all, surely he was halfway through the ground by now, the murky dark waters dragging him deeper and deeper....yet his feet remained on solid ground.

That was somehow worse than falling.

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More Notes: I had planned on writing more, but I've lost the brain for it 😅 might fill in the missing middle part later

[bluskye-27]

Hi Skye!! How are you feeling today??

I wanted to ask if you could please do some headcanons with Sabo, Zoro and Marco (and why not whoever you like most if you want 😉) on how they would confess their feelings for a f!reader who is a little shy and doesn’t believe them at first because “it’s too good to be true”, but has the same romantic feelings for them.

Thank you so much for reading and have a great week!!!!

Sabo, Zoro, Marco & Ace confessing to Fem! S/O

Summary: They like you A LOT. Why can't you just believe them?

Sabo the Revolutionary:

- Sabo's a calculative man so he'll do his calculations first before confessing to you.

- He knows you're a shy person so he'll do it privately

- Man's have the most beautiful handwriting in the New World and Grandline, no joke

- Must be because of his stupid noble genes...

- Anyway-

- Sabo will definitely take advantage of his beautiful penmanship and write you a cheesy af letter

- "L(ove you)

O(nly you)

V(ery, very much)

E(veryday)

U(ntil the end of time)"

- I got this from Google btw, don't know who's the author tho (I added the U because I felt like it)

- Once you got his letter, you almost fainted in shock and embarrassment. Thankfully Koala was there to catch you :3

- You went to Sabo to confirm his confession and he did, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead when you arrived at his office

- And you successfully fainted this time :D

- Gosh, you lucky bastard (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)<3

Roronoa Zoro:

- Zoro is a very straightforward person and he'll definitely do it on the most random time ever

- You and your crew would probably be fighting some enemy pirates.

- You didn't notice someone sneaking up to you and when you did, Zoro already beaten them up.

- Mossy would look at you worriedly before accidentally blurting out his feelings

- Must definitely be the adrenaline XD

- "I like you."

- OMG! Girl, you'll definitely be stunned for the next few minutes, not believing what he had just said. You would gape at him like, "Bish, wut?"

- Zoro will smirk at you smugly until he gets kicked on the head by Sanji for "distracting you with his mossiness" or something XD

- Later after the battle, he'll pull you to somewhere and tells you that his feelings were real

- Let's just say Zoro kissed you to make you believe him ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Marco the Phoenix:

- You were one of Marco's division members on this scenario bestie

- Probably one of the doctors too

- Since you were pretty shy and oblivious towards his flirty advances, Marco knew you're pretty serious whenever someone got hurt

- So he pretended to be hurt

- Yep, you heard me right

- Birb here would feign a fever when it's just the two of you in the infirmary

- As a caring person in general, you immediately told him to lay down on a cot to treat him

- When you fawn over him, he'll immediately blurt out a stupid medical pickup line with a serious face

- "I don't want an apple a day because I don't you to go away." And then he smirk

- With that, your face turned so red that it looks like you have a fever XD

- You asked him if what he said was true and motherfucker told you another stupid line

- "My sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me I love you." *winks*

- Yep, he definitely loves you

(Got those from Google, credits to the Author/s!)

Portgas D. Ace:

- Ace is nervous. Like REALLY nervous

- He would pace around the room to think about ways on confessing his long time feelings to you

- "Oh, how about-! Nah, that's too lame. Or I could- Pfft, sounds stupid. What if I- GAH! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!" Man's so frustrated with himself he sulks all day long

- His older brothers took noticed of it so they pulled him away to know what's up with him

- Marco, Thatch & Izo probably laughed at him first before helping him to think of a plan

- Once they anchored at a new island, Ace would ran off, leaving a huge trail of dust at his wake. He would find the nearest flower shop to buy your favorite flowers. And then he finds you, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

- Ace will take you to a cliff that overlook the sea. You were confused at first until he confesses, it'll be with the bouquet of your favorite flowers literally shoved in front of you with his bashful smile.

- Ace will blush 50 shades of red before blurting out his love for you

- "I LOVE YOU!" His voice probably cracked at the end due to extreme nervousness XD

- At first, you were in disbelief, looks around to search for Ace's possible accomplices because you think it's a prank. And when you didn't find anyone, you'll look back at Ace, gaping

- Flame boi finally regained his cocky confidence and repeated his confession to you

- In the end, you ended up with a clingy and very affectionate Ace by your side when you guys returned to the Moby Dick

- Thatch, Marco & Izo would clap at him, giving him thumbs-up's of approval

Hello, Anon! So sorry for the late answer! I'm doing fine, thanks for asking! Also, I hope you like this one XO!

[fxlling13]

13 x (fem) reader

My home

Synopsis: you convince the doctor to spend a day with you on earth. You didn't however plan to run into your mother.

Warnings: homophobia

I needed a comforting 13 fic after loosing her :(

"Come on doctor. Its fun i promise!" I had been begging her for the past ten minutes. All I wanted was to go shopping. On earth, I might add.

"We can get cake?" Perking up, the blonde pulled down a lever which sent the ship spiralling. Finally, always the sweet tooth. Throwing on my hoodie, I allowed the doctor to grab my hand and pull me out of the tardis. Definitely earth, definitely England and definitely Manchester. Home. Which meant, shopping centre. Seeing as she'd never been here before, I dragged her along until we came to the main part of town. It was busy, like usual. I had missed this honestly. Sure, the universe was amazing. But, sometimes, you need home comforts to recharge.

For an hour, we weaved in and out of shops. Buying things and judging the latest fashion trends. The doctor, having her own unique style, wasn't a fan of much but I made sure to but what she did. Not because I wanted her attention or anything. Definitely not. Not at all. Anyway, heading up to the second floor of the shopping centre, I paused for a moment. We had been walking for a while and my arms hurt from the bags.

"Are you tired, love?" Gosh, did she have to call me such cute names? It made me blush every time.

"A little. How about we go get cake now? There's a-"

"(Y/n)?" Freezing up, I felt my heart stop and my blood run cold. Turning round, I came face to face with my mother. Feigning a smile, I shifted awkwardly and I could tell the doctor was confused.

"Hey." There was a wave of nervousness in my voice as my mum furrowed her brows.

"You've been gone for six months abd all you say is hi? Where the hell were you?" Swallowing thickly, I began playing with my fingers.

"Travelling." Whilst that wasn't exactly a lie, she knew something was up.

"What? Where? With who?" Before I could respond, i felt the doctor arm slip round my shoulders.

"With me." My mother took a step back, a look of confliction on her face.

"And who are you?"

"I'm the doctor, its nice to meet you." Holding her hand out, i cringed as my mum rejected it. Straightening out her jacket, mother turned her nose up slightly. This wasn't going to end well.

"You've been gone for six months, travelling with a woman? What is she to you?" Turning red, I stuttered over my words as I couldn't find the strength to tell the truth. She wad just a friend. That's all she'd ever be.

"Because if this woman has romantic intentions. You will be going back to that camp." My face drained and I swear I felt my hands go numb. The thought of going back there terrified me. The doctors arm moved to hold my waist, pulling me against her side securely.

"I'm sorry? What camp is this then?" Tears built up in my eyes, my head cast downwards.

"Because I really hope you're talking about dummer camp right now." She was angry, I could tell.

"Of course not. Straight camp. If you've corrupted my daughter I will have her fixed." The blonde went silent from shock. Maybe she'd never heard anyone talk like this? After all, her species were thousands of years ahead of our own. It wouldn't surprise me.

"Theres nothing to fix here apart from your disgusting attitude." My head shot up and I saw the Astonishment on my mothers features.

"What if I love your daughter? There's nothing that needs fixing." Looking over to me, my mum almost looked depressed.

"You love this woman?" Maybe the doctor would think I was just playing along with her. As far as I was aware, she didn't actually love me.

"Yes. Yes I do." Clearly disgusted, it took a moment to register that she was getting closer to us.

"You're such a disappointment (y/n). You always have been." Getting worked up, I stepped forward completely exasperated.

"Me? What about you? All you've ever done is look down on me! You were never there for me! I have been alone my entire life because of you. You're the worst mother I c-" a sharp pain spread through my cheek and I heard the doctor gasp. She had slapped me. All at once, everything hit me and I felt my knees go weak. Luckily, the doctor caught me before I hit the ground.

"Say goodbye to your daughter, because you won't be seeing her again." Picking me up effortlessly, I buried my face into her shoulder out of embarrassment.

"You can't take her away from me!" Chuckling, the doc tilted her head patronisingly.

"Watch me."

Of course, we headed back to the tardis immediately. The day was now ruined and it was all my fault. Like usual. Sitting me down on the steps, the doctor set her ship going, floating out into space. Putting my head in my hands, I sniffled quietly.

"Hey, it's okay now." Coming to sit next to me, the blonde rested her hand on my back.

"I always ruin everything."

"That was not your fault. Okay?" Giving her a doubtful look, she sighed and brought me into her embrace.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Resting my head on her chest, I listened to her heartbeats and relaxed a little.

"I didn't think it was important." Her fingers ran through my hair slowly.

"What did they do to you, love?" Ignoring my blush, I cleared my throat and thought back over my time there.

"Every day was the same. Wake up. No food. They'd sit us down and force us to watch these dystopian skits. Of straight couples. Of normal people." Taking a deep breath, I looked up to meet her golden eyes and smiled weakly.

"If we refused the programing, they'd electrocute us. Or deprive us of sleep and water." The doctor cupped my cheek, running her thumb along it softly.

"Your mother did that to you?" Nodding at her question, the doctor pressed her lips together to supress her anger.

"She's threatened to send me back twice now. Just now and the last time I went home." Telling her this, I laughed half heartedly abd rubbed my eyes.

"Why did she the first time?" The doctor asked, keeping me in her hold securely. It was warm and safe this close to her. If I slipped away, everything would collapse around me. That's how it was in my head anyway. Her question scared me though. Because, if I was honest, I could ruin anything. Then again, I hated lying to her.

"Because I kept talking about you." I admitted, digging my nails into my palms out if reflex.

"I kept talking about the pretty blonde girl who I saw every day. Who I lived with. The one who stays up all night watching movies with me. The person I..." Trailing off, I swallowed down those thoughts about shook my head.

"The person you what?" Of course, the doctor was ever persistent. Needing to know everything to see if she could help. Lip wobbling, I gazed at her with a sad smile.

"The person I love." Realisation set in on her face slowly but I was quick to keep talking. To try and distract from that point.

"Of course she thought I was lying. Told me to stop making stuff up or I'd be sent back to camp." It was hard to speak as tears were forcing there way out and I had started shaking.

"(Y/n)..." Ignoring her, I sniffed harshly and looked away.

"But its fine. Can't go home. Can't stay here b-"

"(Y/n)!" Fliching from her sudden yell, the doctor turned me towards her and smiled reassuringly.

"Take a breath." Doing as she said, I breathed out and bit down on my lip to stop the crying.

"Why can't you stay here?" Confused by her question, I looked at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was. Wasn't it?

"I just told you, I love you. Its embarrassing to be around when it's unrequited." There was a pause before I heard laughter. The doctor was laughing. Why was she laughing?

"Oh love, I told you out there didn't I?" Shrugging my shoulders put of confusion, the elder stroked my cheek lovingly.

"I told your mother. So what if I loved you?" Sitting myself up properly, I stared at her in awe. Surely not?

"You were just..."

"Being honest." She finished off for me, scooting closer subtly. My eyes flicked between hers and then to her lips. She was doing the same. Grabbing her braces, I pulled her in and pressed my lips against hers. Without hesitation, she kissed back, arms encircling my waist. Carefully, she moved me onto her lap, not breaking the kiss for a moment. Her hand climbed up my thigh causing me to gasp in surprise. Taking the chance, she deepened the kiss and pressed her tongue against my own. My lungs were screaming at me for air and I wad left breathless as the doctor finally pulled away.

"Better?" Giggling slightly, I felt myself grow shy and look down to the floor.

"Much better." Without warning, she stood up and hoisted me to my feet.

"Come on. Let's get you cosy. I know that's what you want."

Sitting myself in the king sized bed, I immediately felt all my bones relaxing. The duvet was so thick and warm, the pillows extra fluffy. Not to mention the fuzzy blanket. Perfect. Well, almost. The doctor walked in and climbed in beside me. It was still strange to see her in anything other than her usual attire. But she looked really cute like this. Opening my arms, she looked at me confused.

"Can't I hold you doctor?" She looked shocked at my request but soon sank into my hold. Her head rested on my chest and her arm draped over my waist. I couldn't help but nuzzled my face into her hair. I had dreams like this, but they were never this pleasant.

"What movie are you putting on?" She asked, making no effort to move at all. Chuckling, I ran my fingers through her hair before kissing her head.

"I'm not sure, any requests?" Looking down at the doctor, I could tell she was tired. Though, she'd never admit it of course. Feeling like, just because she was a timelord, she didn't have to bother with any of that stuff. But, of course, it was obvious.

"Something quiet. Easy." Deciding to just put any random film on, I settled down and brought her flush against me. I could hear the doctors breathing even out, telling me she was asleep. Feeling proud that she actually felt secure enough to fall asleep around me, I smiled and allowed my eyes to close. Maybe our relationship was strange, risky almost. That didn't matter, all that mattered was the here and now. Because she was my home.

[limey-writes]

Hello :D Could you do how medic,spy,scout and demo react to their s/o dodge their kiss as an joke. (Fluff) I thought this was really cute.

Yessss, I wanna get back into writing with fluff (:

Medic

-- You loved to tease the medicine man, he knew this and it was something that he loved about you of course, and boy howdy you were planning your next little jab at him (:<

-- Of course, you started with your visit to his lab, plan in mind and ready to execute it. Knocking on the door, and coming in once he answered, your sweet smile made sure not to give anything away as he matched you with his own. "Goodevening liebling, what brings you here?" His curiosity about your activities was adorable, you almost felt a little guilty for what you were up to.

-- "Oh nothing, I just missed you is all, you've been so busy lately.." You pout, earning a look of sympathy as he immediately wraps his arms around your form, bringing you close into his chest. Perfect! Exactly as planned! "I'm so sorry schatz, could you find it in your heart to forgive your foolish lover?" He leans in to pepper your face with kisses, and instead he's left in shock as he feels you reel back, his lips still in their puckered state as his eyes follow you in shock, still in his arms as he watches your face try to hide your little smile.

-- He immediately picks up on your habits, feigning a hurt state. "Oh goodness, I see you're still quite upset! No worries liebe, I'll work hard to earn your forgiveness!" His arms give you a light squeeze as one hand reaches for yours, trailing ticklish kisses up your arm as he listens to your laughter, not ceasing until finally you allowed him to cover your face in kisses. Oh and he definitely expects many kisses in return for your little prank.

Spy

-- Gosh how are you gonna pull this off? Spy read you like a book and always beat you to the punch, but no, this time you came prepared! You always hung out with your beloved Spy whenever he was in his smoking room, this time though, you stood from your usual spot next to him on the cushy sofa which of course caught his attention as he watches you walk over to the record player he had. The mischievous smile on your face turning sweet as you turned back to face him, the gentle music filling the air as he returns the soft look.

-- Spy stood and followed you over to the player, a chuckle leaving him as he gently takes your hands into his. "May I have this dance mon amor?" He asks, lifting your hand to press a little kiss on it, whisking you away to the middle of the room once he had your confirmed yes. You've danced with your beloved French man before, many times even, you knew this dance by heart and followed his lead so fluidly. His hands never left yours as he whispered loving phrases in french to you, half of which you couldn't make out but appreciated anyway.

-- Your shared dance was soon coming to an end, you had almost forgotten what your mission was until finally he dipped you, your eyes meeting and sharing that silent love for each other that you appreciated so much from him. He slowly leaned in, his signature way to end your dances, your heart fluttered, merely a breath away and...his lips met your cheek instead. The look of confusion on his face was evident, the look of hurt on his face instantly brought guilt to your heart as he lifted you back up. "Something wrong amor? Did I do something wrong?" His voice rang out, more confused at the small giggle that came from you, instantly being wrapped in a hug from you and his face covered in kisses. "No no no, you did nothing wrong sweetness, I was just messing with you I promise!" Your sweet voice comforted him, though he still seemed grumpy. "Do you want to lay on my lap and I cover you in kisses my handsome Spy?" "...yes."

Scout

-- You and Scout always liked to play the game of who could give more kisses together in a day, of course you two weren't above playing dirty when it came down for winning. I mean hey, you both were competitive, it was all in good fun! Due to last time you had lost from him hiding in a tree, and in the end helping him since he fell out of it after, you were going to get your revenge.

-- Scout was easy to find, his training with Soldier was pretty loud since Soldier wasn't happy with his performance last match. Poor Scout looked so exhausted, he was training for hours pushed to the limit as he finally dropped to the floor. Right before Soldier was about to scold him, you stepped in and saved him from another 200 pushups. "Woah woah, hang on Soldier, why not let me train with him so you can train the others?" You offer, Soldier thinking as he hummed loudly in thought before shouting in agreement, running out of the room as Scout peeled himself off of the floor, a quiet 'thank you' leaving him as he tried sitting up.

-- "You alright there Jer?" You ask him as you help him stand up instead, his legs visibly shaking as you help walk him to a nearby seat. "Y-yea! I'm totally fine, I could've handled 500 more pushups if ya let me!" He quips, puffing out his chest proudly as you smirk. "..Should i get soldier again then?" His confidence immediately was swayed as he turns his head away. "No, I mean he's busy training so I mean I'll do it by myself.." He pouts, fiddling with his hands as you smile, kissing his cheek before kissing his lips. He whines when you pull away, trying to lean forward to catch his share of kisses. His wobbly form kept him glued to the chair, making him fuss even more as you kept your distance from his fussy self. "That ain't fair! C'mon doll, can't ya let me have this one?" He pleads, giving you puppy eyes as he watches you walk off. "Nope! Sorry Scout, I win this one!" You'll give him his loving when he's able to better walk later on.

Demo

-- Demo loved you so much, every bit of you from your little jokes to your sweet demeanor, he was so happy whenever he had the chance to kiss you lovingly constantly. His face always lit up when you came around and spend time with you whenever you two werent busy.

-- This time around, your silly self wanted to test something, your boyfriend was hanging around the others, playing cards and having a laugh, which made you smile hearing his loud laugh after telling his jokes to the others. You made your way over, saying your greetings as Demo pulls you into his lap, your usual seat whenever you two were together. "Where have you been love? I missed your gorgeous self!" His compliments made you smile, his arms wrapped around your waist as the others continued their card game, Demo of course being his sweet love bug self as he held and nuzzled against your skin.

-- He leans in to give you kisses on your cheek, not realizing you had dodged it, instead thinking that he had just missed. "Ah, have I drank one too many? Seems my aim isn't that good today is it?" He wonders aloud, attempting to give you more kisses until finally you had gave in and let him kiss you sweetly. You didn't have the heart to tell him that you were dodging on purpose, and instead relish in his wholesome love he had in store for you.

[citrusweather]

first laughs with your three best friends: suga, daichi, & asahi

pairings: daichi x suga x asahi x reader

wc: 506

summary: a short snippet of my current wip on ao3

author’s note: this is part of my chapter where y/n meets daichi, suga, and asahi for the first time, and they're about to part ways for the day (except for suga, who gets left behind at college with you). it's a best friends to lovers au! hope you enjoy it, and if so, you can read the rest of the work here!

The four of you get to the station, and you find out that Daichi and Asahi were planning to board the train home after visiting Suga for the weekend.  

Daichi turns over to you, “Now, y/n-san, we hate to leave Suga with you”—Suga overhears and yells “ HEEYYY!” ready to pounce on Daichi if it weren’t for Asahi holding him back— “but you seem like someone who can handle him fine.” he smirks.  

You raise one eyebrow and give Daichi a sly smile. “Gosh,” you sigh so loudly and act as animatedly as possible, “what am I going to do?! He’s gonna be a handful, isn’t he?” you smack the side of your head, feigning distress. 

Suga stares at you in shock, “Heeeyy.. How could yo —”  

“He definitely will be. You’re doing us a public service, y/n-san.” Daichi salutes and bows to you— acting all police officer-like. You snort and chuckle while Asahi guffaws right next to you. Daichi joins in, leaving a slack-jawed Suga starting to look annoyed.  

“Well, officer. Since I’ll be keeping tabs on him, I might need your number to report any shenanigans he pulls.”  

Daichi stops mid-laugh, cheeks slightly pink, and he looks at you all confused, “Huh?”  

You, Suga and Asahi turn to each other, and they see the obvious mischief in your eyes.  

“AHAHAHAHA!!” the three of you all erupt hysterically, seeing the poor befuddled Daichi. You amaze yourself with how smooth that line came out and how easy it was to just laugh uncontrollably with people you just met. 

We must be friends from a previous lifetime, you thought to yourself. You’re not usually one who makes friends easily, so you’re thankful for the surprises this day brings. 

The merriment continues until you hear the announcement for the subway coming, signaling the time to part ways. Daichi and Asahi give one last round of goodbyes before stepping in, and they turn to look at you and Suga, giving one final wave as the doors shut. You raise your hand giving a shy wave back. The subway starts to take off and slowly rattles away. It’s just you and Suga now. You look over and see his wistful face still staring at the tunnel.  

Sensing the cheeriness in the air dying down, you slightly pat his shoulder as though you were comforting a lost child, “Hey, it’s going to be okay! Your boyfriends will come back soon, don’t worry!”  

Suga turns his head slowly and stares at you with disapproval. “Yeah, they better be.” he looks you up and down, “I can tell that you're the actual one who’s going to be a handful.”

You shrug your shoulders and start walking away, a slow smile tugging at your mouth, “Whatever.” you say as you turn your head back to look at him.  

Suga locks eyes with you and a soft smile starts to paint his face. He makes his way over and gives one last look back at the tunnel before walking alongside with you leaving the station.

[rogue-durin-16]

UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.

[apparitianhanako]

Four’s Shenanigans

It was their normal day of fighting monsters, and they needed help. Like, right away. So he split. Vio using his logic, Blue using his power, Green just fighting and Red being moral support.

It caught the others by surprise, and after the battle everything was questions.

“Wait, wait… did you just turn into four people?” Legend asked.

“What? No…?” He was taking advantage of his poker face, being utterly ‘confused’. 

“Like… y’know… I saw you split into four people.”

“You're seeing things. You ok? Where you hit in the head? Tired maybe? Hyrule! Legend needs help!”

“What happened?” Hyrule asked, walking up to the two.

“Legend has been seeing things. I think he needs help.” Four internally smirked, enjoying the entire facade.

“Nope, I’m fine. But I’m positive I was not seeing things.”

Four waved it off. “Vet, I think you need some sleep. I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Four was quite possibly the best liar out of all of them. Enough so that he could say the sky is neon green and you just might believe him.

It may have been that he was just lying to  them, or that he genuinely believed that all the Link’s could split. Who’s to say?

He wasn’t only enjoying splitting, but also using his different personalities in different circumstances. I’m just saying, Vio was excellent at winning arguments against Legend.

There was a time that he actually convinced the vet that the sky was orange and Legend just… stared at the sky for hours, a weird look on his face whilst Hyrule and Wind lost it.

Red was sweet, but very skilled in the art of teasing. Literally everyone. Four was fearless- aside from green peppers which he just knew were the devil’s creation.

He had no problem teasing and arguing with the old man, his fearlessness was something that the entire chain couldn’t help but admire.

Blue was temperamental, it made the chain have a slight fear of the shortest hero. Crossing him was something they all knew not to do. Unless you were in the mood to have your ass kicked.

Green kept the bunch calm and collected, which was the only thing holding him back from killing them all with sass.

It was a few days after and Wild, being completely done with Four’s shenanigans, decided to give the hero a good scare. 

It was quite ‘innocent’ though, not intentional at all…

He lied, it was completely intentional.

Except… How could anyone else know it was intentional?

The chain was seated around the camp, chatting among themselves whilst Wild made dinner, making sure to give everyone a healthy portion. Four and Sky were talking quietly- an unusual thing for the two to do, and Wild gave them their bowls, sitting beside Twilight.

It was mere moments later when the eight heard am unholy scream and Four was up a tree in seconds. Wild, completely confused with absolutely no idea what was going on (how would he know what was going on?) looked at him in pure shock, “what? What’s the problem.”

“There are green peppers!” Four exclaimed, and Wild gave a slow nod, hiding a devil’s smirk, which Twilight definitely did not notice.

“And…?” Wild asked, feigning confusion.

“Four has a morbid fear of green peppers.” Legend spoke up. Wild nodded slowly.

“Well I apologize Four! I had no idea!” Wild proclaimed, earning a glare and suppressed smile from Twilight. Across camp, Time’s inner child was kicking in as he almost lost it, shoulders shaking and a hand over his mouth. Four glared at him.

“It’s not funny!” He squeaked, which was the only thing Time needed to let the laughter loose.

Which led to a chain reaction of everyone else, aside from Four, who glared indignantly at the old man.

“Guys! Seriously, what do you find so gosh darn funny?!”

[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓹𝓽. 2)

 character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader 

a/n: ok so i just started writing on tumblr and honestly in my opinion for my first time posting smth on this the first part did really well thank u for all the likes :) (told from second pov; e.g you, your) reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: a lil bit angsty 

warnings: cursing, jealousy, mutual pining, slow burn romance, aged-up to third year, love triangle (square?), physical injuries, kirishima gets a little toxic, also shirtless bakugou (awooga), a crap ton of time skips bc i can’t write action scenes for shit, bakugou is a flirt (lowkey but yeah), mentions of blood 

word count: 2112

pt 1 , pt 3

- - - 

kirishima had broken the skin on his lower lip with how hard he was biting it. he stood in the bathroom, rinsing his mouth, ignoring the slight sting the water brought. 

y/n was currently being blasted by bakugou, and they were fighting back. 

jealousy panged in his chest. 

bakugou had never let him know about how he felt about you, however kirishima was sure he felt something for them. you and bakugou were both a jumble of prideful and longing stares towards each other from across every room. the tension was thick enough to slice through. and while kirishima would never make a move in fear of ruining the friendship between him and bakugou, as well as him and y/n, gosh it didn’t stop him from wanting to. 

he’d stood on the side, cheering you on to no end. the sports festival last year, the year before that, training exercises, he was always there. kirishima was always there. 

whenever you needed him, whenever you wanted his company. so what did bakugou have over him? sure, the blond was strong and had bigger goals than kirishima, but why should that matter? 

what did bakugou have? why would you want him more when he was never near you? never made an effort to see you to be there when you asked for help. 

it was popular belief that bakugou was a noisy idiot, but he was actually quite a quiet boy. he didn’t bother to raise his hand in class, however he always knew the answer. he spoke rarely and only made conversation with those he was close with if they were the ones to make the effort to converse with him first. 

jealousy, jealousy, jealousy. kirishima despised it. 

whenever did he begin wanting to beat bakugou at something? 

the cloud of guilt welling up in his chest was going to become unbearable, and soon everything he ever wanted to say was going to come up like word vomit at the worst possible time. 

- 

you swiped at your cheek, brushing off the crumbling dirt. your timing had been off, and their flip backwards had landed you in an awkward position. a vulnerable one. 

honestly, though, it wasn’t like it really mattered. bakugou was a bit transparent himself. he wore a smug look like a golden medal, and held back his power just enough to keep you on your feet. 

his cocky attitude was irritating and it drew you in like a moth drawn to a lamp. 

sweat was beading down your temple. the day was exceptionally hot, the sun beaming down on your back like a proud child. 

you and bakugou had been at it for a while. with anyone else, you would have quit by now. it’s not that you gave up easily. no, not ever. but fights could get boring, especially if you were just smashing away at them with your quirk and they were acting like they could take it. 

perhaps you were being cocky. 

this fight, though. this was interesting. not only because it was bakugou; also because you knew so little about him. 

it was likely he never shared anything important to anyone. he was quite introverted. 

it was interesting for another reason. 

it was hot, bakugou sweats a lot. gosh, he looked delicious without a shirt on. he had a built figure accompanied by strong arms and a broad chest. 

he’d filled out quite nicely the past few years. you hadn’t noticed until now how much he’d grown. 

“don’t get distracted.” 

your eyes snapped up from his chest to his eyes. bakugou became a blur, shooting himself off the ground and flipping once in the air before propelling himself back down. 

before you could do anything, bakugou had you pinned, one leg pinning yours, both his hands wrapped around your wrists. he’d ditched his gauntlets, leaving the metal assistants in the sweltering heat, claiming he wanted to give you an equal fight. 

he panted atop you, hands tightening. 

tokage didn’t bother to leave her dorm today, thank goodness. it had just been the three of you. you, bakugou, and kirishima. 

the red head had suspiciously vanished halfway through the fight, though.

bakugou’s crimson eyes bored into yours. neither of you blinked for a moment. perhaps just a small eternity each of you silently reveled in. 

his erratic breaths slowed, and so did yours, although you stayed the same. unmoving, faces neutral but eyes giving away long-held secrets. 

your ears flushed, and butterflies came rising up uncontrollably. you should have pushed him off. instead you gave him a wicked grin, which earned a look from him and you couldn’t tell if he was confused or annoyed. 

“your big ass forehead is blocking the bright-as-hell sun. stay like this,” you mocked, wrenching your wrists from his grasp and snaking your arms around his neck. 

his cheeks burned red. “w-what?” 

“you heard me.” 

he scoffed, tugging you off his neck and standing. “shut up, shitface. we aren’t even done yet.” he readied himself in a fighting stance once more. 

“i thought you said you wanted to stop when you won?” you brushed yourself off as you stood. 

“i know what i said. you probably weren’t even giving it your all.” 

“’course i was.” you cocked your head. “why wouldn’t i?” 

“you’re strong, damn idiot.” 

you feigned surprise, pressed a hand to your fluttering chest. “the bakugou, dynamight himself, complimenting a humble soul like me? oh, i really must be good, then.” 

“not as good as me.” his face dropped from a smile. bakugou never got enough training no matter how early or late he stayed up, or how many hours on the weekends were spent kicking a bag or sparring with friends. hard workers did all of the work there was a still wondered if they were doing enough. the number one spot wasn’t empty, but it was still reserved for dynamight. 

- 

y/n had collapsed on their bed. kirishima was itching to tell them how he felt, however he was stuck at the doorway. 

they weren’t even dressed for bed, nor were they showered. 

he settled with leaving his friend alone, and shut the door softly to find bakugou standing right behind him. 

kirishima jumped back, closing his eyes in relief. “bakugou. what the heck man?” 

“you’re creepy as shit.” 

“i- what? you were the one staring at me while i-” 

“while you peeped in on y/n?” 

“i wasn’t peeping. i walked them back after the fight and they just collapsed. you were off doing something else and you worked them too hard.” 

it wasn’t a shock that bakugou was still riled up from the duel. this boy had the energy of a mad man. 

when bakugou didn’t say anything, kirishima said once again, “you overworked them.” 

bakugou swat away the comment. “only because they’re not working hard enough.” 

kirishima raised an eyebrow. “they work hard. they’re perfectly fine.” 

“fine?” 

“they’re amazing.”

“i know that, shitty hair. you think i’m blind?” 

“everyone can make improvements at their own pace.” kirishima’s voice dropped. 

“you train with me.” 

“it’s an hour before curfew.” 

bakugou jut a thumb in the direction of the door. “so? maybe you need some more practice, too,” he joked. 

“you’re an ass, bakugou,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle. 

the two wandered off to one of the training grounds. it was open, a wide court where they’d both kicked someone else’s ass. 

the sun was just setting, a new cool breeze coming to fill the spot of the violent sun rays. 

it was routine to fight each other out of nowhere. kirishima was usually quite playful, spewing jokes once in a while and taunting his friend. 

this fight was different. his face was stone-cold. kirishima often took the defensive role, as his quirk didn’t allow him to project any direct attacks to bakugou.

it wasn’t like kirishima was angry at bakugou, but as soon as they started charging towards one another, he couldn’t hold back. his chest tightened, arms hardening and joints becoming strong and stiff. 

with one clean sweep of his arm, bakugou was backing away from kirishima, propelling himself to the edge of the arena with a small blast. he’d always been up for a challenge. kirishima was willing to give him one. 

his sudden competitive demeanor seemed to be egging on bakugou’s. the blond tongued the inside of his cheek, grunting as he shot forth, hair flying wildly. 

swiftly, kirishima dodged, just barely missing a blast. his torso wasn’t hardened, so if he’d dodged any later, his stomach would have been scorched. 

bakugou always took their fights seriously. he knew better than to underestimate the boy who had put together his very own rescue mission. 

kirishima’s opponent stumbled from the momentum. he took his chance and brought a hardened elbow down on bakugou’s back, hearing a satisfying crack. 

bakugou was crushed to the ground with the hit. his face smashed into the sandy ground. he coughed, turning over and spitting dirt to the side. 

it took a moment for him to register what he did, but kirishima was at bakugou’s side within seconds. the sun was nearly gone, a pale blue sky flickering with the first sights of stars. 

it was hard to make it out at first, but not impossible. kirishima saw the blood dripping and smeared just above bakugou’s lip. he groaned, cupping his face in both hands as he sat upright. 

“argh” bakugou gasped. “shit, kirishima. what the hell?” 

“i...i’m sorry dude, i didn’t mean to.” i wanted to, but i didn’t mean to. 

bakugou raised an eyebrow and let a smile seep through his pain. “you’re improving, though.” 

“are you alright?” kirishima traced the small cut on his lip from earlier with the tip of his tongue. 

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” bakugou swatted his hand away. he struggled to get up, refusing kirishima’s help. 

“we should head back before this gets any worse.” 

bakugou kept his large hands hovering under his chin to catch the dripping and occasional chunks of blood.  

although he wanted the duel to continue (it was finally interesting) bakugou wasn’t stubborn enough to keep going. so he nodded, once again denying kirishima’s efforts to help him out. 

- 

you were in the common area, fiddling with a rubik’s cube. it was just you, as everyone else was spending the night among each other. ashido had invited you to her dorm a while ago, but you’d denied, wanting to spend a few more giddy moments to yourself. 

the door rattled, and in came your two friends, one with furrowed brows and the other with blood drenching the front of his shirt. 

bakugou’s head was tilted up in an attempt to stop the blood from flowing down. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the blood trailing down the back of his throat. 

“oh my gosh,” you gasped out, racing to the bathroom. you came back with sanitary wipes in one hand and tissue in the other. “what happened?” 

“we were training,” kirishima started, taking a few tissues from the box and handing them to his friend, “and i accidentally hit him too hard.” 

“you didn’t hit me that hard. you barely did any damage!” bakugou objected. you approached him, and through his fingers, bakugou peered down at you. 

you asked him with your eyes, and he gave you silent permission to pry his arms away from his face. “are you okay?” 

“i’m just dandy,” he scoffed. 

“dude, i’m really sorry—” 

“shut the hell up kirishima. i don’t want your pity. i swear this is the only time i’ll surrender to you, you asswipe.”

you didn’t laugh, not even a chuckle. “bakugou, you need to see recovery girl.” 

“what the hell? no way. all she’s gonna do is give me one of those shitty slobbery kisses and scold me for being careless.” 

“your nose is broken,” you said gently. 

“so? can’t you fix it?” 

you raised a questioning brow. “you want me to help you?” 

“can you or can you not?” 

“i can try to set it but you’re better off going to recovery girl instead of settling with―” 

“all i need is possible. i don’t want to deal with that old lady’s shit right now.” using the tissues kirishima had stuffed into his hand, he caught the remaining blood dripping down his nose. “let’s go.” 

you were more than unsure. he would end up with a crooked nose if you made any small mistake, but he didn’t think twice as he grabbed your shoulder and led you in the direction of your dorm. 

- 

kirishima wished he hadn’t broken bakugou’s nose. not because he felt bad, though. 

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COMMISSION: Kokichi Ouma x Female Reader - Love-Hate Relationship

Thank you to my patron/client! Kokichi is always fun to write

Summary: Kokichi starts to fall for the only person in the killing game who likes him. His best friend is always on his side and has true feelings for him both platonically and romantically, but will he ruin everything with his harsh words and lies?

Friends to Enemies back to Friends to Lovers LMAO - ANGST and FLUFF

Warnings: Vulgar Language, otherwise SFW - Admin Myah

Word Count: 5.1K words 

When it all began, people didn’t like Kokichi. (Y/N) found this little fact out quite quickly. It was quite obvious. He was loud, and obnoxious, and stubborn, and whiny, and a great many other negative adjectives one would use to describe, say… an elementary school student.

 But! … he was also a great many other amazingly fantastical things, such as cunning, intelligent, hilarious, perceptive, adorable. These were the things (Y/N) saw in him, these and a lot more endearing qualities, these things the others seemingly refused to see in him. Even the more intelligent and reasonable of her peers, such as the intuitive detective Shuichi Saihara or the studied anthropologist Korekiyo Shinguuji could admit Kokichi was intelligent, but not much else. (Y/N) didn’t understand it. She truly didn’t think Kokichi was all that awful. Why weren’t they seeing what she saw? From the moment they all arose, groggy and confused in that eerie gymnasium together she knew he would be something special, someone to watch. She had a gift for reading people like that: their souls, their intentions, their true talents.

 The two of them, in time, had even started to become friends where he had none, and she essentially became his only link to the rest of the students. It would often go something like this: 

 Kokichi would reveal something critical, something hidden or potentially deadly that they all must know.

Kokichi, being the stubborn ass that he was, would lie about the details, or the information altogether, switching facts around and embellishing the story with fictional bits and bites.

The other Ultimates would ignore him, call him a liar, engage in some petty squabble.

(Y/N) would vouch for the little lord of lying, and the group would reluctantly scrounge up enough good faith to believe the pair.

 In times like those, (Y/N) would often chastise the tiny tyrant, forever asking him why he couldn’t just play nice and help the group out of the kindness of his heart?

 There was always some nonsensical, facetious, nonchalant response.

 And without fail, the more outspoken students would try to talk some sense into (Y/N), asking her why she put up with him, why she even tried to get to know him, why she liked him.

 But it was no use, she was drawn to him, and there was no stopping or changing it. (Y/N) was always one to latch onto the people who piqued her interest, who plucked her heartstrings, be it romantically or platonically. She found herself enraptured by his mind at first, then his looks, then the way he spoke, and more specifically... the way he spoke to her. 

 Yes, despite what the others thought, she found herself always defending him, and then, she found herself falling for him.

 And he would never in his life admit it, but he was starting to fall for her, too. 

 When the killing game first started, the others thought of him as a brat, just a nuisance. They ignored him and at worst, they told him off like the annoying kid on the playground. Back then, she would still hang out with him, ignoring his teasing jabs or even jabbing back. He found himself surprised with her comebacks and playful insults at times. 

 She was always around, and would never abandon him, a fact he most definitely took advantage of, for when the first killing happened, when Rantaro was taken from them and the killing game transformed from a hypothetical danger into a very, very real one, people started doubting and turning on each other. At that moment, he also was transformed in their mind. He was no longer a brat, he was becoming a villain and potential threat. People were choosing sides, forming cliques, trios, duos, going solo, and so on. 

 And she was always on his side.

 When it came time for their terrified little class of ultimates to enter the trial grounds for the very first time, her podium was directly across from his, as if by fate. Kokichi didn’t believe too much in fate… but he didn’t mind getting a perfect view of her all trial long. He found out quickly that he may come to regret the placement, however, as it also gave her a perfect view of him, and she was no fool like the rest of them. She would watch his expressions, catch the smallest twitch of his lip or raise of his brow. Much like Shuichi, she was one of the only ones who could study his words and actions and weed out the lies… at least most of the time. She wasn’t afraid to call him out on it, and she knew the tone of his voice better than anyone else there. She was making it terribly difficult for him to confuse others, extend the trial, stir up some fun… and he liked that about her. Someone who could keep up with him was certainly not boring… and extremely attractive.

 Even with so many people against him, dismissing both his lies and truths, verbally attacking him, she would hear him out, and by the end of it all, the innocent got out alive. The thrilling and bone-chilling trial ended with a correct verdict. Without their teamwork, even with Shuichi’s genius, it may not have been so.

 With the first trial’s conclusion, Kokichi’d made up his mind to stop simply admiring her and actually get to enjoy that not-boring personality to the fullest. That’s the most he’d give her: that she wasn’t boring, unlike the rest of them. Grabbing her hand, he whisked her away to uncover the newest research labs that Monokuma’d allowed them access to. They inspected them all top to bottom, together as a team. They eventually would do this to every unlocked location in the academy, making short work of the campus while harassing each other, badgering and bantering, hurling insults the entire time. She was the only one he couldn’t exhaust. Just when he began to think it might be a tad bit more romantic to pull some punches for her sake, he discovered he didn’t have to. She’d punch back, and just as hard.

 In fact, he liked her so much, that when his poor classmates were subjected to the horrendous Insect Meet-and-Greet event, she was personally invited by Ouma himself, and not hauled over Gonta’s gentlemanly shoulders and carried, or worse, knocked the fuck out only to wake up surrounded by bugs.

 “How charming,” she teased, rolling her eyes as he stood in the frame of her dorm room’s door.

 “Yeah, you should feel pretty special! I wasted precious energy coming down here to ask you to come!” He exhaled loudly, far too proud of himself.

 “Well, as much as I’d love to be covered in roaches and piss myself when beetles attempt to crawl into every orifice on my body, I can’t. Again, love to, truly, but-”

 “Awwww! But we hang out every night! And you’re lying! You’re never busy you dirty, rotten, lying loser! Who else hangs out with you beside me?! What else do you have to do if it doesn’t involve me? Your life’s a yawn unless I plan your daily itinerary!” He huffed, crossing his arms with a small stomp of one foot. “Gosh, I hate liars!” He pouted.

 “Pout all you want, I’m not going to your bug fest. I hate bugs.”

 “Wait ‘til Gonta hears about your very controversial opinion!” Kokichi gasped, feigning absolute shock.

 “You wouldn’t...” her eyes widened, knowing instantly that she’d fucked up. He didn’t reply, but simply smirked, an evil, plotting, crooked grin creeping across his visage. She sighed deeply, head hanging in defeat.

 “Be my date?” He held out a hand, wiggling his fingers temptingly. Her head shot up, an uncomfortable, flustered warmth running through her cheeks and to the tips of her ears. He caught this immediately, as he caught most changes in the air, and his face twisted into an equally awkward expression for a split second before his brow furrowed and he snarled. “Hurry the fuck up, shithead! You know what I meant! Let’s go or I’m having Tarzan put your ass to sleep!” He spat, and she simply giggled, grabbing his hand before being pulled off.

 “Your date huh? I can’t think of anything I’d love more than some worms in my shoes.”

 ♡

 That morning when they awoke, Ryoma was gone, stolen away in what they assumed was either the night or the early morning. Kokichi was usually very much unfazed, desensitized to most shock and awe in life, but this time… it was different. He was upset, and visibly so, stomping around the crime scene like a child, brooding.

 It wasn’t the loss of a Ryoma, nor the gore and tragedy of the scene that had him so agitated, it was her reaction to it. (Y/N) wore her heart on her sleeve, and she wasn’t afraid to cry in front of others, so it was no surprise that she was in tears now. She’d cried over both Rantaro and Kaede’s deaths, but that was different. Kaede was a girl, and he didn’t care about (Y/N) enough back when Rantaro was killed to be jealous of her tears, but now… he was practically green.

 (Y/N) had actually been pretty close with Ryoma. Like she did with most people, she dug past Ryoma’s appearance and the story he wanted everyone to know, and what she found was a pretty amazing guy. She wasn’t as close to him as she was to Kokichi, but still…

 These weren’t tears of horror from seeing a dead body, or of witnessing a young person’s life cut short. They were tears of mourning the loss of a close friend, and Kokichi was positively boiling.

 By the time he’d managed to cool himself down while effectively hiding his meltdown from the rest of them, (Y/N) had wandered off to start the investigation and avenge her friend with Shuichi. Yeah no, that wasn’t going to happen. She was quickly swept away to start their own little search party. The two of them, the way it was supposed to be. Of course, he would never say all of these embarrassing thoughts aloud. He’d make up some stupid excuse for why she just had to come with him. But it wasn't personal, and he didn’t care about her.

 He didn’t

 He. Didn’t.

 Did he...?

 ♡

 When it came time for the second trial, Kokichi made sure to make fun of (Y/N), calling her a crybaby, mocking her “endless blubbering” and all the valuable time she wasted doing it. He tried desperately, now at war with his own heart and values, to convince himself she was nothing to him, that she was just another pea-brained opponent in this death game, that she was a source of entertainment at best, and nothing else.

 “Shut the fuck up, Miu, nobody wants to hear that gross shit! Cream your pants later!” (Y/N) spoke across the circle to the blonde exhibitionist with a scowl on her face. Miu, in response, shriveled and whined. Kokichi couldn’t help but crack a smile. That was one of the things he loved about (Y/N), how she put people in their place.

 What?! Shit, no! Not loved… I mean she was cool, but... not - his mind raced, trying to shake himself back to the place he wanted to be. Shit!

 The trial went on, and with every word she worsened the self-made conflict within him.

 “How could you say that Kaito?!” (Y/N) howled at the Ultimate Astronaut, who was taken aback by her anger. Kokichi, too, found himself taken aback. Kaito was the “good guy”, the macho action hero, the protagonist’s best friend. While many called Kaito names, dismissed his ridiculous ideas, and even told him he was plain stupid and wrong at times, no one ever truly challenged the trusted hero duo that was Shuichi and Kaito, and certainly not with such unbridled anger. “You must have no idea what it’s like to go through depression, to not see the point in living anymore! How dare you speak ill of Ryoma?! How dare you say he used to be your hero?!” She knew what it was like, those dark thoughts Ryoma must’ve been having for years.

 Kokichi watched her, like a spitfire, a firecracker. He forgot all about his decision to let her go, to stop interacting with her altogether after today, and couldn’t help being pulled in. They spent the rest of the trial working as they usually did: together, as a team. He spoke up more, and they teased each other, flirting harmlessly and carrying on.

 And the others were starting to notice…

 “Man, can’t you two save it for when you’re alone?! Damn! I can practically see you undressing each other with your eyes, bleh!” Miu gagged before letting out one of her infamous cackles. (Y/N)’s face ran hot, instinctively leaning back on her podium. Her bottom lip caught itself between her teeth, at a loss for words as she met Kokichi’s gaze.

 “Yeah right, as if! I’d love to be discussing with literally anyone else here but you guys all have the personality of dirty pond water…” Kokichi sighed defensively, looking at his nails as if Miu’s words meant nothing to him. 

 (Y/N) knew how he was, she knew harsh words and lies were his coping mechanism, but she couldn’t help the way her shoulders sunk.

 ♡

 Despite her hurting heart, when Kokichi - the shit-stirrer that he was - revealed Maki’s truth to the group after Kirumi’s execution, (Y/N) was the only one to throw herself between them, prying Maki’s hands from her best friend’s throat.

 “Fuck, now she’s out here tryna die for this asshole!” Miu crowed. “HA HA! They’re definitely fuckin’!” She held her stomach, practically in tears from her laughing fit.

“Shut up! Just shut up!” (Y/N) pushed past the crowd, tired of them, tired of the humiliation, tired of Kokichi, tired of all of it. She left the trial room, running all the way and not stopping until she was locked up in her room.

 After the public embarrassment and Kokichi’s heartless dismissal of their… complicated relationship, maybe….

Maybe now it was her turn to cut him off.

 ♡

Days passed and she refused to see him. She stayed locked up in her room at night and avoided him during the day, well... avoided him as best she could. Kokichi wasn’t one to be ignored if he didn’t want to be. He persisted, harassing and tracking her around, begging her to talk to him, to play, to prank others with him, to investigate the new research labs, but she simply pretended he wasn’t there. It hurt, it really hurt to shut him out, but to go on with him acting like she didn’t matter in public and then deciding she did in private hurt even worse. Her loyalty could only go so far. She wouldn’t allow him to mess with her heart any longer… or so she thought.

 ♡

Hours before the third trial was to commence, (Y/N) found herself outside of Korekiyo’s research lab when what looked like a walking corpse stumbled by. She cried out, running over to a dazed Kokichi, bumbling about light-headed and pale, with fresh blood running freely down his head.

 “Kokichi!” Her feelings be damned! She couldn’t just sit there and watch him suffer or worse. Who knew how much blood he’d already lost? Crazed with worry, she threw his arm over her shoulder, looking around frantically wondering why no one else had noticed him yet.

 The answer was simple: no one else cared. They probably had noticed and simply written him off. (Y/N) pouted, contemplating leaving him there… she was supposed to be mad at him.

 “Ohhhhh… gah! ...Damn you, Kokichi!” How did he keep doing this? How was he worming his evil little ass into her heart again and again?! She began dragging him down the stairs and toward the dorms. The investigation would have to wait.

“(Y-Y/N)...?” Kokichi mumbled in his ditzy state. “Hoo hoo! I thought we weren’t talkin’?!” He nearly tumbled from her arms, weak and wobbly.

 “Oh, shut up, asshole!” (Y/N) growled, nearing the dormitory area and pulling him into her room.

 ♡

 “Man, that sucked!” Kokichi sat leaned against the glass of the sliding shower door in the small personal offshoot bathroom attached to her small dorm room. A cold washcloth sat covering his forehead, wetting the messy strands of his long bangs.

 “Tell me again why you didn’t just call for help once you realized how badly you were bleeding?” (Y/N) made small talk, wringing out the soiled rag she’d initially used to clean him off. He took a swig of some icy bottled water she’d provided and glowered, his bottom lip out in contemplation.

 “ ‘Cause I didn’t think anyone would come…” he spoke flatly, exhausted with the loss of blood and shittiness of it all. She froze, turning to him.

 “I’m sorry…” she sighed, replacing the washcloth on his head with some gauze that she started to gently wrap around the rather deep wound.

 “You should be! Hmpf!” He crossed his arms and she pulled on the gauze sharply, tightly constricting the oozing sore. “Shit!”

 “Don’t start, dickhead. You’re lucky I’m choosing to forgive you!” She chided. He shot her a dirty look, and for moments they sat in silence.

 “... For a moment I thought you hated me… like the rest of them,” he finally spoke up, any amount of silence torturous to his child-like psyche. She felt her heart sink.

 “... I could never.” She smiled softly, fighting off a nagging frown that threatened to present itself. Before he could make this even more awkward, she stood, taking control of the situation. “Okay, I’ll be right back, you stay right here. I don’t want you passing out again.” She took off, closing the bathroom door and sneaking away into the main room.

 Shuffling through her closet and by extension her Monokuma-provided wardrobe, she peeled off first her shirt then her uniform’s skirt, both now completely ruined by dark patches of Kokichi’s blood, her reward for carrying his sorry ass all the way here. Now in only her underwear, she reached for a replacement uniform and wandered over to her bedside table for her deodorant and some facial wipes. As she wiped the grime and sweat from the crevices of her oily face, the bathroom door slid open with an impatient force behind it.

 “I’m boooooooored-”

 “Ahh!” She screeched, rushing to cover herself up before she could even process what was happening, but the only things nearby were her comforter and intricate uniform.

 “Oh, God! Why are you naked?!” Kokichi hollered, his face turning beet red. (Y/N) pulled the comforter up and around her body, her uniform falling from the bed.

 “I told you to wait there!” Her cheeks felt engulfed in flames, the skin all over her body hot and her feathers effectively ruffled.

 “You didn’t say why! You didn’t say you were doing a strip show in here!” He retorted, covering his eyes with one arm, more for her to save face than out of his own desire.

 “Get out! Just get out!” She screamed, tears pricking her eyes.

 “But-!”

 “Now!!” Full of a genre of rage he almost never felt, he conceded, stomping out of her room without another word.

 (Y/N) fell to her bed, screaming into her pillow like nobody’s business. She felt ashamed, mortified, infuriated. Why, for once, couldn’t he just listen?! Her body was never something she was confident in or proud of, and now, to have him, the guy she had feelings for see her like that, and not only practically naked, but caught off guard… it was as more than she could handle.

 ♡

 The trial room was relatively quiet that afternoon. The usual suspects were chatting, defending themselves, accusing others. Shuichi was having a pretty smooth trial - a blessing in his eyes - with Kokichi not giving him an easier time than usual. When he did speak, it was his usual lies, with an underlying irritated tone, but he never spoke a word to (Y/N), and (Y/N) hardly spoke at all. After some time, someone addressed the elephant in the room… err, other than the murders, that is…

 “Soooo, uh…” Kaito, courageous as always, spoke out, “(Y/N), you awake over there? We could use some help to, you know, find the culprit so we don’t all bite it?” He was only somewhat gentle with his words, having already made up with her after the last trial’s argument, but anxious over the current situation. “Shuichi and I can’t handle this on our own! You usually have a lot to say!”

 “I resent that comment, Kaito, as I believe I help plenty, but yes,” Kiibo rolled his metallic eyes to the sky, ever focused on the current goal, “you do usually have more to say, (Y/N). We could really use another opinion here.”

 “Something wrong with (Y/N)?” Gonta, always concerned for his friends’ feelings inquired, brows furrowed in concern.

 “Hah!” Miu spat. “Of course something’s wrong! Haven't you noticed that little prick over there ain’t feedin’ us his bullshit nearly as much as neither?!” She pointed at Kokichi before placing a haughty hand on her hip. “He probably slipped her his little prick, and it was so tiny she was turned off for good! Probably can’t even speak, she’s so disappointed! Hella awkward!” She roared. Everyone exchanged the familiar looks of disgust or scorn that came after one of Miu’s outbursts, and as (Y/N) opened her mouth to defend them both, she was cut off.

 “More like the other way around!” Kokichi hurled Miu’s statements right back in her face, his knuckles crunching down on his podium with a vice-like grip. “After I saw her naked earlier, I was the one leaving with a softie!” He growled, his frustrations, self-loathing, and need to be in control and defend himself all culminating in these toxically destructive words.

 A few audible gasps were heard in the room, a few laughs from Monokuma and his remaining offspring, and the more mature students such as Maki and Shuichi simply sighing in exhaustion, wondering why they kept getting off track with useless information. (Y/N) felt her knees almost buckle.

 No. Not this time! She heard her mind shout at her heart, and she slammed her hands down on her podium, all embarrassment melting into pure rage.

“YOU- GOD!” An encore slam down onto the flat metal, “You FUCKING asshole! That’s not what happened you goddamn fucking LIAR, and you know it!” Her voice was hoarse with the force of it.

 “Uh oh! Struck a ner-” Miu began to speak.

 “You shut the fuck up!” (Y/N) pointed to the busty instigator before directing her venomous ire back at Kokichi, who refused to look her in the eyes. “I did everything to help you after your dumb ass fell through the fucking floor, and this is how I’m repaid?! I do everything with you and for you, and this is how you treat me?! Why do you always sit here and lie to these people about us?! Fucking shithead fucking-” she was struggling for words, holding back tears. “You tell them the truth, that I had your blood all over me from patching you up because no one else likes your sorry ass! Everyone else would’ve left you passed out on the floor or worse dead from blood loss or killed by the culprit who seems to be on a fucking spree!” She gestured wildly, talking with her hands. “You walked in on me changing my bloody clothes! It was your fault! Just like it’s your fault that you have one fr-” her voice broke, and she looked to her feet. “No friends. Fuck you… Shuichi just finish the fucking trial we all know who the culprit is.” She looked down the rest of the trial, saying nothing, hearing nothing, just a ringing in her ears.

 “This is reeeeeeal fuckin’ awkward and I hate it here,” Miu cooed, rubbing her hands together.

 ♡

 As soon as the trial was over, Kokichi, feeling the weight of his best friend’s words, searched high and low for her. The campus was huge with many places to hide, but he knew her well, and he knew her favorite spots. He checked the AV room, library, casino, her research lab, and her room first, then everywhere else, asking anyone he came across about her whereabouts.

“Dude you messed up, even by your standards,” Kaito demeaned with a righteous fist in the air.

“I think it’s completely reasonable that she would not want to speak with you,” Kiibo sighed.

“Kokichi, you probably really hurt her. Just let her be, that’s the right thing to do,” Shuichi offered guidance even to the worst of his peers any time he could.

“Why are you speaking to me?” Maki walked away.

♡

At long last, finding himself in the basement after wallowing around the school for a while, he opened the door to the AV room for some space and privacy, seeing as it was rarely used since Rantaro’s death. He gasped.

 “(Y/N)!” She turned from her position reading on the little couch, startled, and immediately turned back upon seeing the owner of the voice. He closed the door behind him, shuffling over with his tail between his legs. Quickly, before she could notice, he forced a rather convincing peppy voice. “The heck?! I already checked here!” She knew that. She’d been there earlier, and left when she heard he was making the rounds only to return later, but she didn’t say as much now. “Soooo? Whatcha readin’?” He grinned, plopping down on the floor beside her seated position on the couch. She didn’t respond, didn’t change her expression, and merely kept reading. “C’mon!!! Reading’s boring!!! Well,” he tapped his finger on his lip pensively “not always! But your taste in books is! Let’s at least go find some good shit to read together!” She had not the mental or physical energy, the want nor the need to banter with him. As far as she was concerned, this… whatever it was, was over. 

 Kokichi sighed, taking the hint to stop talking but not the hint to leave her the fuck alone. She would not physically kick him out, he knew this, and it seemed she wouldn’t do it verbally either. It was safer not to be alone, she rationalized in her mind… well, only if the group knew who was paired up and when, but he would never hurt her… physically. And she would never hurt him. And so, Kokichi resolved to sit there, just sit there and stare: at the ceiling, at her, at his thumbs. After the first thirty minutes he began to make pretend snow angels on the ground with his arms and legs flopping together and apart. He lapped around the room a few times, looked through the DVD options, sat with her on the couch, moved closer, then further, then closer, back and forth trying to get some reaction. Usually he could at least annoy someone into paying attention to him. Even negative attention was still attention. She was never like this with him. This was bad… he could feel his selfish little heart ache.

 An hour passed, and then another. She’d picked up a sketch pad she’d stored in the couch cushions, doodled, changed books, and now was reading again. He’d begun running his fingers up and down her thigh, making explosion and car noises when he hit her knee. And finally, he spoke.

 “You know, you’re super brave to be down here alone, you know... before I got here I mean… or at all really. Place is spooky… haunted since Rantaro got murked. No one comes down here but you. Surprised you’re down here… but I guess you always are.” He could feel the stone wall she’d put up between them. “You know, it kinda sucks, that we lost Rantaro…”

 “...and Ryoma, and Tenko, and Kirumi, Angie, Kiyo, Kaede…” she spoke up, irritated by his flippance. “Don’t forget them like they don’t matter.” He twiddled his thumbs in response.

 “At least you didn’t die…” he tapped on the back of the book you were reading, making the pages shake before her eyes.

 “Like you’d care if I did,” she replied without hesitation.

 “I woooooould,” he pulled at her sleeve like a toddler aching to be picked up.

 “I’m ugly. I’m fat and hideous and a turn off and just disgusting, right? So who cares if I die?” She spoke like she was reciting a grocery list: monotone, uninterested.

 “Well… I can still care about ugly people…” he batted his eyelashes innocently. The look she shot him told him she was not in the mode for jokes. “B-but, you’re not ugly! You’re way hotter than Maki or Miu or any other hag here! I just said all that stuff to catch Miu off guard! It was all a lie!” He was getting nervous now, sitting upright beside her on the couch.

 “That is not an apology,” she rebuked.

 “Aww come on, forgive me!” He collapsed, resting face down on her stomach and stretching his body out on the cushions behind him. “You’re my best friend…” His words were muffled, but she could make them out still. “You’re more than that…” her ears perked up, and she began to hear sniveling. Slowly, a wetness began to seep through her shirt onto her abdomen.

 Was he…?

 She placed a single hand on the back of his black locks and ran her fingers through the messy mop. The other placed the book on the floor then joined the other. For a few peaceful moments they sat silently while she stroked his scalp and played with the waves.

 “I’m sorry…” an apology came through his sniffles, but he would not lift his head up, never in a million years would someone see him cry genuine tears.

 “I can’t hear you,” she lied, something she learned from him. A devious smirk he could not see crossed her lips.

 “Yes you can!” Muffled frustration vibrated her tummy.

 “Well since I can’t hear you anyway this conversation is ov-”

 His head shot upward, a snarl crossing his red, moist, puffy face. He pulled his knees up, leaning forward with all his weight

And pressed his lips deeply into hers.

[notanotherreidgirl]

I’ve Got You

Summary: Reader and Spencer try something new

Pairing: Spencer Reid and Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), anal sex/pegging, degradation, leg riding, mommy kink

Word Count: 1460

A/N: This is a part of the Mommy Kink Collection. Also, this is my first time writing a scene like this in which I don’t really have that much personal experience to back it up (gosh, this is too much info) so please let me know if you think it’s ok. I did some research (rip my search history) cause I do want to make sure I’m writing something that’s representative. Anyway, don’t hesitate to let me know if you think it’s not a good portrayal. Thx!

Spencer had been working up the nerve to ask for a while but he could never seem to get the words unstuck from his throat until last week. You had surprised him by sneaking into his hotel room after wrapping up a case in New Jersey. You were stroking him with one hand while the other lightly massaged his balls, venturing down lower and lower. To your surprise, Spencer immediately ground his hips down when the pad of your finger brushed against him. "You like that baby?"

"Y-yes, Mommy. I like it a lot" he mewled, trying to hide his embarrassment by burying his face in your hair. 

"A lot? How much is a lot?” you applied some pressure. “You want me to fuck you here, baby?"

He mumbled out a shy yes but that wasn't going to cut it. You increased the pressure ever so slightly, nearly breaching him. "I said, do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?”

"Yes please, I want you to fuck me Mommy" he cried, coming all over your hand.

And so it began. You started with one finger, then two, and eventually a small starter plug. He took it all so well, you had to make a concerted effort not to take out the strap the moment one finger easily slid into him. But you stopped yourself, drawing out the process for a week. You wanted to take care of your boy and a darker part of you wanted to tease him as well.  

Now you could feel Spencer hovering. He was on the couch unsuccessfully watching a documentary about the perils of the fishing industry and getting up every other minute to look over your shoulder or shuffle books around on the coffee table or offer to bring you a snack. It would be cute except that you had given him very explicit instructions to be patient while you finished up some paperwork from the last case. 

You had set him up for failure though, having teased him all day and telling him you had something special in mind for him tonight. The piece de resistance was the plug you put in almost as soon as you got home. His eyes went wide and he flushed a deep scarlet when he saw you take it out from the top drawer of your dresser along with a bottle of lube. It was new, bigger than what he was used to. When you pulled his boxers back up after putting it in he let out a confused whine that turned into a dissatisfied groan when you turned to your desk and pulled out your case files. 

“Don’t be a brat. Can’t you be patient while I finish up my paperwork?” you asked. “Don’t you want to be a good boy for Mommy?”

And he did. He wanted to be good for you so badly but it was so hard and he had wanted this for so long. The final straw was when he once again offered to help, saying he could take a few files. 

“You can’t wait 5 minutes for me to finish my work? Are you really that desperate to get fucked?” you scolded. He towered over your seated form but it was clear who was in charge. “On your knees.”

Without a second thought, he dropped to the floor. So eager. You slotted a leg between his parted knees and he sucked in a sharp breath when you made contact with his sex. You feigned disapproval as he rocked against you, letting out a bored sigh at his whimpers. “Look at you humping my leg like a little puppy. You’re so fucking needy.” 

In truth, you had finished your paperwork back at the office but you wanted him as turned on as possible for tonight. Not that that was hard to do. The combination of the plug and his growing anticipation had electric shocks jolting through his body with each thrust. “I need to come. Please Mommy”

“You need to or you want to? I thought you were my good boy” you brushed the hair from his face. “To think I was going to fuck that ass of yours tonight”

“I am - I am your good boy. Please, let me show you” he gasped. Smiling, you removed your leg, drawing a frustrated whine from Spencer at the loss of contact. You shimmied out of your sleep shorts and parted your legs. “Go on then baby. Here’s your chance to show me how good you can be.”

This time you set him up for success. Spencer Reid could do things with his tongue that’d make the devil blush, add in his fingers and you didn’t care if there was a heaven or a hell so long as you had him buried between your legs. He took his time, littering your inner thighs with open mouth kisses and sucking pretty purple marks into your soft flesh - wanting to please you, wanting to show you how much he adored you. His tongue glided through your folds and latched around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. He brought himself even closer, lifting your left leg over his shoulder before sliding in two fingers and curling them upwards. He had you seeing stars and clamping your thighs around him as you came. He made no attempt to stop, lapping at your essence until you brought your hands around his face and pulled him away. “You did such a perfect job, darling. Why don’t you go to the bedroom and get undressed, I’ll be right there.”

Before you joined him, you packed away your files and poured a glass of water for him to have afterwards. You were nervous, wanting this to be perfect for your boy.  You walked into the bedroom to see him lying faceup on the bed, cock flushed and leaky. You put on the harness and busied yourself with applying more than enough lube. When you were satisfied you stole a pillow from the top of the bed and slid it under his hips and snaked a hand between his legs to grip the plug. You pushed it in and out as you spoke. “You’re just a needy little cockslut aren’t you?” you eased the plug out and he whined, feeling empty. 

“Please, mommy,” he begged. “I want you so bad.”

You settled between his legs and stroked his cock, coating him with his own precum and the leftover lube on your hand. He opened his legs, eager to have you fill him up. Before you made another move, you ran a hand up his thigh in soothing circles. “I’ve got you, baby,”  you murmured. “Let me hear your colors”

“G-green for good, yellow to slow down, and red to stop” he could barely get the words out, his nervous heart hammering against his chest. 

“That’s right, darling. I’m right here for you no matter what.” You lined yourself up and pushed, biting back a groan at how easily you slid in. You gave him the first few inches slowly and stopped to gauge his comfort. 

“I’m green, I’m green, I’m green” he chanted, his head thrown back against the bed and hands fisting the sheets. You crept forward, watching your cock disappear into him. Now that you were fully seated inside him you moved a hand up and down his cock, drawing out a symphony of whines from your boy. Not wanting to overwhelm him, you rocked in and out slowly until he was practically begging for more. “Please, please, please, I can take it. You feel so good, Mommy.”

“You’re taking me so well, baby. I’m so proud of you. You’re perfect, absolutely perfect. Let me see you come, darling.” You picked up your pace, relishing in the moans he let out every time you bottomed out and swiped your thumb over the head of his cock. The sensation of being filled to the brim while you stroked his cock and murmured sweet nothings had him coming undone with a strangled shout. Never in his whole life had Spencer felt so full of pleasure, of warmth, of love. 

Carefully, you eased out of him and quickly rid yourself of the harness. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” you murmured, reaching for the box of wipes by the bed and cleaning him up. He nodded, too blissed out to form a coherent thought let alone articulate exactly how much more than okay he was. “You feel ok to go get cleaned up in the bath?”

Spencer whined and pulled you in close, unwilling to separate for even one moment. “You’ll stay with me?” he asked quietly.

“Of course. I’m right here, sweet boy. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

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