#I can't imagine being in that situation with the wet and the steam and being pelted with water and trying to get clean

[boyhowdy5]

Every time I watch a piece of media with implied shower sex it makes me cringe so hard. Are you not overstimulated? Steam in there

[gracev0609]

Seriously, You Look Really Good Like That...

Josh X Danny X Y/N (Lovie)

The one where the iced chai crew plays with their body modifications.

WC: 1.9K+

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Minors DNI, This is Just Smut, Barely a Plot 🤣, Polyamorous Relationship, Explicit Sex, Josh is a Little Submissive,Pierced Nipple Play, Brief Erotic Lactation, Lots of Oral, Petnames.

*Also I think I'm going to transition from referring to reader as Y/N to Lovie as that's who I refer to her as when I put them in situations.

Josh stepped out of the shower, steam billowing off of his body. He grabbed his towel, drying off his body being mindful of the piercings on his chest. He peered at his torso in the mirror above the sink. His hair was still dripping, rivulets of water following the contours of his collarbone sliding down the reddened center of his chest, streaming down his tummy. He reached forward grabbing the bottle of saline spray, uncapping it before spraying some on either nipple. The cold spray shocked his skin causing his now oversensitive nubs to pucker at the temperature difference. A slight shiver of arousal courses through his veins as he puts the spray back and roots through the cabinet for his haircare. He grabs his towel one last time, wanting to squeeze as much water out of his hair as he can. As he gently scrunches the wetness from his curls, the satin edge of his towel brushes across his chest catching his nipple. Immediately pleasure radiated through his body, and blood rushed towards his groin. His cock twitching as he swells slightly.

That felt good. He thought as he brought his fingers to his newly healed piercing. Softly he swirls the pads of his pointer and middle finger across his nipple. Hardened and aching, pointing out, puckering over the silver barbells. Sparks of pleasure radiated from his chest as he gently rubs, it felt different this time. Better than it ever had, he had heard about the increased sensitivity but experiencing it was something else. After a few swirls of his fingers he was fully hard, without a single touch to his cock. Gently he pinches it in between his thumb and pointer finger and his breath hitches. His cock throbbed, begging for stimulation. Whimpering quietly he let his hands trail down his body, one hand cupping his warm balls still damp from his shower. The other wraps around his engorged shaft giving it a light squeeze. He wants to grip himself and fuck his hand until he releases but he knows his loves are on the couch finishing their movie and he'd much rather lose himself in them.

Reluctantly he removes his hands from his body, turning back to the vanity busying his mind on his skincare routine.

As he applies his moisturizer a light knock comes from the door before his love cracks open the door,” Hey baby, how was your shower? Dan and I are coming to b- you're hard?”

He smiles as he rubs the product into his skin watching her slink into the room. Padding her way towards him, he can't help but think how beautiful she looks in her big sleep shirt and her hair in a ponytail messy flyaways draping around her face. She places her manicured hands on his hips, her eyes locked on him standing straight out from between his legs.

“Are you feeling needy Josh?” Her thumbs rubbing back and forth.

“Yeah… I found out how sensitive my chest is now.”

“Is it?” She steps forward, the tip of his cock nestling where her thighs touched. Her covered core radiating heat over his sensitive skin. She leans forward, her plush pink lips wrapping around his nipple.

“Fuck!” He whines, his hips subconsciously pushing, his head pushing into her covered clit.

Gently she sucks, her tongue swirling around the metal bar. Josh tilts his head back groaning,his hips rutting into hers” God, I could cum like this. Yeah baby, keep sucking.”

Giggling, she disconnects,” Lets go to the bedroom, I'm sure Danny would be willing to help me suck on you.”

His jaw clenching imagining one of his loves on his chest and the other on his cock. He follows her into their bedroom, and his eyes fall on Danny. Wrapped up in the covers, his bedside lamp already glowing and his latest read already open in his lap.

When he hears him enter his eyes flick to his naked lover, closing his book he smirks and beckons him to climb into bed next to him. Immediately Josh climbs in, snuggling into Danny's side.

She follows suit, pressing her body against Josh's,” He needs us Danny. Do you want to help me spoil him?” She asks, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. Instantly he pulses, a bead of precum already forming at his slit. Danny's fingers swirled across his head, rubbing back and forth across his wet slit,” Leaking already? You're such a messy baby.” His fingers pulling away letting the stretch of his fluid connect his cock with Danny's fingers.

Lovie leans down, her tongue flicking across Josh's nipple, before sucking it into her mouth.

Josh cries out, the stimulation simultaneously too much and not enough. She squeezes him, making him throb, dripping more of his slick down his shaft coating their fingers. Her tongue lapping at his chest makes him throb continuously, groaning he pleads,” Dannnny… please, please suck on me, it feels so good already.”

Ducking down he takes him into his mouth. The warm wetness making his hips jolt, and Danny pins them to the bed with his hands as his head bobs down. Sucking all the arousal off of his skin, he moans around him.

“God I'm not gonna be able to last tonight, it feels incredible.”

Danny's tongue swirls against his heated skin, loving against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

Josh pants looking down at his beautiful girl lavishing his chest,” Baby… you should put your piercings back in. Fuck.. you'd look so hot.” His hands weave into each of their hair, gently he guides Danny's head up and down along his length.

His head lulls back over to her,” Would you let me drink with them in?”

Danny takes him down completely, his nose nuzzling into the patch of hair at his base.

“Fuck Danny!”

Shuddering a breath his orgasm overtakes him, his hot milky white ropes spurting down Danny's throat as he drinks him down. Taking a few deep breaths he tries to calm himself as Danny gently suckles the remaining drops from his tip.

She lifts up to her knees, pulling her shirt up off of her head, her breasts sway heavy on her chest with her nipples pebbled and hard,” Your turn Dan.”

Immediately Josh flips over, pushing Danny back to lay on the bed and his mouth immediately latching onto his pierced nipples.” Shit, that feels so good. Oh! They're so sensitive!” Shortly after she climbs in between his legs, Danny coos, feeling drunk on Josh already,” Can you titty fuck me Lovie? Wanna feel it.”

She gives his red swollen tip a kiss before repositioning herself, slotting his length between her tits. Her hands squeeze her chest around him, gently moving it up and down as she leans in her tongue flicking against his slit. Danny moans, losing himself in the feeling of their mouths. He pulls on Josh's curls lifting his head,” You and that damn oral fixation. You just need to have a cock or a tit in that pretty mouth of yours. Isn't that right baby boy?”

He watches Josh's eyes darken as the new nickname graces his ear, his body melting against Danny's.

Danny's focus is shifted as he feels warmth against his groin. His eyes follow the drip from her nipple, falling down into his dark curly pubic hair.

Josh whimpers, fuck, as he watches her leak. Danny cups his chin, bringing his attention back,” Clean up her mess and help her suck me off.”

Quickly Josh dives down, his hot tongue lapping at the mess she made on him. Dragging his tongue from his base to his tip, tangling it with hers, kissing her messily.

Danny tugs on his hair, pulling him down to suck on his pulsating cock. They both alternate sucking on his tip and tonguing his length, making his head fall back into the pillows overcome with pleasure. Danny felt his orgasm swirling in his lower stomach, but he needed that final push. He brings his hands to his chest, his fingers finding his nipples tweaking them. The jolts of pleasure bring him to his peak as he cums. Pitchy moans of pleasure slip from his lips as they greedily lap at his slit tongues working together as they coax him to completion, savoring him. He whines as he watches Josh lick the cum that had splattered on her cheek and chin, cleaning her up.

Once again she rises to her knees, slipping her hand into her drenched panties as she swirls her fingers across her swollen clit,”My turn?”

Josh whines, neediness evident in his tone,” Please. Let us eat you out.”

An idea sparks in Danny's head and he peels her underwear from her body and gets them situated in the position he wants. Josh lays flat on his back, with her bent over on all fours over his face leaving her backside exposed to Danny.

“Go ahead baby boy, suck on her pretty clit.”

Josh groans as the pet name leaves his lips. She moans as Josh connects his mouth to her cunt as Danny dips down his tongue flicking against her back entrance.

“Ohhh!”

They lick and suck at her sensitive skin until her legs are shaking. Her face rests against the mattress, moans flowing freely from her mouth as her ears are assaulted by obscene licking and sucking sounds. Danny slips his fingers into her drenched hole, he feels her fluttering around him as he presses on her squishy sensitive insides. Babying her g spot he continues lapping at her tight entrance. He can hear them both moaning as she starts to fall apart. His fingers keep their steady rhythmic pace as she squeezes and gushes around them.

Praise growls from both men's chests, encouraging her through her orgasm as it pours off of Danny's forearm pooling on Josh's belly.

When she finally comes back down Josh smiles against her skin placing gentle kisses against her still puffy clit.

“Good girl…”

He slides out from under her and she flops down on the bed. Both Josh and Danny snuggle into her, praising her for being so good to them.

She mumbles, her cheek pressed into her pillow,” I love you both so much.”

Josh places soft kisses against her back, trailing his nose against her soft skin, as Danny kneads the thick muscle of her ass in his palm,” We love you, so much.”

Josh continues to pepper her skin in sweet kisses, and Danny smirks,” You really liked that little nickname huh?”

A blush covers Josh's cheeks,” I did. You can keep calling me that, if you want.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

Flipping onto her back she pulls her boys into her, wanting the skin to skin contact. Both of them nuzzle into the soft skin stretched across her collarbones, leaving light kisses there. Josh nuzzles down further, her nipple brushing against his cheek.

“Would you put your piercings back in? We could all match, how cute!” He giggles playfully, eliciting a chuckle from her and Danny. She cups his face in her hands, his hair deflated, tiredness under his eyes,” Maybe I will, just for you. Since you want it so badly.” She teases.

He preens, giving her nipple a soft kiss before getting comfortable on his pillow next to her. She rubs both of their heads, as sleepiness sets in. Gently scratching at their scalps until soft snores were heard before giving into the night herself.

[watori-fics]

Scars

In which Hyuse sees Osamu's wounds from the invasion in the Tamakoma baths.

Characters / Pairing: HyuOsa (Hyuse | Mikumo Osamu) Summary: On trigger-off days, Osamu & Hyuse are drenched in their normal bodies and need a bath. Osamu shows empathy and acknowledges Hyuse’s situation while Hyuse maintains his pride. The dynamic between them feels more layered now, especially with the hints of Hyuse’s internal struggle. Note: Hehehe, the sucker for those in need and the spoiled baby boy... Perfect duo!

The rain poured down relentlessly as Hyuse and Osamu hurried back to Tamakoma dorm, both soaked to the bone. The heavy downpour had caught them off guard, and by the time they reached the base, their clothes were dripping wet. Since they only needed to do the Tamakoma's share of grocery, they were both out with their normal body, including Hyuse, who went out with his hoodie to cover his horns.

"Man, that came out of nowhere," Osamu muttered, pushing his glasses up only for them to fog up again.

Konami, Yuma, and Chika were waiting for them inside, the girls armed with towels.

"Geez, you two look like you just swam back here. Like drowned rats," Konami snickered, tossing Hyuse a towel.

Chika shyly handed Osamu his towel. “You should get to the bath, Osamu.”

Osamu nodded, gratefully taking it. “Thanks, Chika.”

Hyuse and Osamu made their way to the big Ofuro at Tamakoma dorm, both silently retreating to their own thoughts as they stripped off their wet clothes, washed their bodies, and stepped into the warm bath. The steam rose up, instantly soothing the chill that had settled in their bones.

Hyuse leaned back against the bath’s edge, arms resting lazily along the sides, while Osamu settled across from him. As Osamu shifted, Hyuse’s sharp eyes caught sight of the scars running down his chest, side, and leg—three distinct, deep marks.

He frowned slightly, his curiosity piqued, but typical of Hyuse, he didn’t ask outright.

“What happened there?” he asked, nodding subtly toward the wounds on Osamu’s body.

Osamu looked down, brushing his fingers absentmindedly over the scar on his chest. “Oh… these? They’re from the invasion. I got them when I turned my trigger off. I… got caught off guard.”

Hyuse raised an eyebrow. “Caught off guard? From what?”

“There was this woman… I don’t know her name. She had some kind of teleportation ability, and before I could react, she… well, she hit me. Hard.” Osamu’s voice was matter-of-fact, but the weight of the memory lingered.

Hyuse’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t familiar with the exact encounter, but teleportation and such a deadly attack? It could only be Mira, one of the elites of Aftokrator. He hadn’t realized she had personally engaged Osamu.

“She must have been strong,” Hyuse mused, his voice lacking the usual arrogance. It was a strange thing, acknowledging his former comrades’ strength in this context.

Osamu nodded. “Yeah… I didn’t even have time to fight back. If I had been stronger, I might have been able to stop her. You knew her?”

“Of course.” Hyuse’s eyes narrowed slightly, recalling memories of his time as one of Aftokrator’s warriors. “She was one of the most trusted aides to our commander. Calculating and cold. The kind who only moves when it’s to her benefit.”

The silence stretched for a moment as the sound of water gently rippling filled the air. Osamu studied Hyuse’s face, realizing that despite his calm exterior, there was something deeper stirring beneath his former enemy’s surface.

“Must’ve been hard for you… being forced to serve them.”

Hyuse didn’t respond right away, instead lowering his head slightly. “I followed orders. That’s all I knew.”

Osamu sighed, leaning back against the warm tile. “And now you’re stuck here. Away from your home. I can’t imagine how that must feel.”

“It’s not that simple,” Hyuse muttered. “I chose to come here to serve a greater purpose. But…” He paused, then glanced at Osamu. “Can't say I'm happy with the outcome.”

Osamu didn’t press further, sensing Hyuse wasn’t ready to fully talk about it. Instead, he offered a soft smile. “Thanks for telling me about it. I guess… we have more in common than I thought.”

Hyuse scoffed, his usual pride creeping back into his voice. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not here to bond.”

Osamu chuckled. “Of course not.”

But despite Hyuse’s words, something unspoken passed between them. The shared battle scars—both physical and emotional—bridged a gap that had once felt much larger. In the quiet warmth of the bath, they found a moment of understanding, no words necessary.

And maybe, just maybe, they both felt a little closer.

“You fought against elite warriors of Aftokrator. Your chances weren’t great, no matter what you did. But…” Hyuse glanced at Osamu with a flicker of something like respect. “You survived.”

Osamu offered a small smile. “Thanks, I guess.”

The bath fell into a comfortable silence, both boys reflecting on their battles. Despite their differences, there was an unspoken understanding between them now, forged by the scars they each carried—both physical and emotional.

And with that, the two of them soaked in the warmth, a little closer than they had been before, though neither would ever admit it.

[qah-naarin]

“ it’s dark outside, and it’s raining. my arms are much safer. “ for arpinaak

thsnk u slaine,,, i should be asleep rn but fuck it. arpina trauma comes first. kind of warped the prompt but closr rnough <33 did this whole thing on my phone so if formst is weird i shall fix tmrw,,

✧ word count: 1243 ✵ warnings: trauma ✧ tags: Trauma *sigh*, miraak being gentle, arpina centric tbh, angst + fluff ✵ ship: arpina sun-stealer/miraak ✧ characters: arpina sun-stealer, miraak ✵ tag list: @reachfolk, @lookathooves, @gingerpositivibee, ask to be added!

"It'll rain soon," Miraak says under his breath, eyes up on the darkening sky. He seems distracted by it—they had encountered snow, sun, and the sea for most of their travels. Only now have they experienced rain together—his first time since his imprisonment. "Look."

Arpina was already looking, though more at him than the sky. She eyes the dark, blooming clouds overhead with unease. "I can see that," she says, tone short. She doesn't mean to, but she can't help it—force of habit to keep quiet in uncomfortable situations.

Miraak glances down at her, seemingly surprised. He doesn't say anything, though, and they keep walking through the woods of Western Falkreath. They were intending to head to Lake Ilinalta to stay for the night, but clearly, they would be detained by the poor weather. It's not the first time this has happened, but she'll be damned if, for the first time in a few years, it's rain stopping her.

Arpina shifts uneasily but continues walking next to him. She doesn't want to seem scared, not at all. After all, it's only rain. Nothing more, nothing less, right?

There is nothing (everything) to be afraid of.

It's not even ten minutes when the rain is lashing down like whips, mud spraying up Miraak and Arpina's heels as they seek shelter from the rain under a tree. It's a bit of a reprieve, thankfully—rain no longer hitting them head-on. Still, it doesn't make the situation any less worse. Arpina shivers, already soaked to the bone, wet hair clinging to her nape uncomfortably. Lucky, lucky her—she'd cast a charm on their bags to keep them safe from any sort of weather. She sets her bag down, rolling her shoulders back to ease the ache—and then a thunderclap cracks through the sky. Arpina flinches so hard she pulls a muscle in her shoulder.

"A storm," Miraak comments, though more to himself than anything else. "It has been a while."

"I can imagine," Arpina mutters, and leans back against the trunk, swallowing back the anxiety settling into her bones. It's like meeting an old enemy. Someone who was once a friend, their betrayal filling you with anxious, angry dread. She closes her eyes for a second, hoping it will ease her fears—it does not, and it only serves to heighten the rest of her senses.

She tries to keep a shudder down, but it shakes right through her and thr only thing she can do in the moment to calm herself is undoing her soaked-through braids and tying it up, smoothing wet hair away from her face. As she does so, she runs the heel of her palm over her eyes—the rain does well in hiding any tears that may have fallen. It doesn't do much, but at least it's something. Even under the tree, she feels terribly exposed.

Gritting her teeth, Arpina sets herself to complete and utter silence.

Another thunderclap. It's dizzyingly loud, and lightning flashes so brightly, so closely she forgets to breathe as she chokes up with horror. She can see it, the steaming, blackened earth in the middle of the road, the spot they had vacated in favor of the tree.

Arpina swallows back the lump in her throat, mouth dry. Her fingers are so cold, she can't quite feel them. The lightning—light and darkness swim in and out of her vision, creeping at the edges and swirling before her eyes. Too close. The lightning was far too close. The last time it was that close, it was—

"Fine!" she screams, holding her hands out as she stares up at the gloomy sky, lightning flashing and lighting up the darkness. The scream fades into a hysterical laugh, not at all happy and edging into insane. "Take the damned sun, too! I can't have anything decent, can I?"

No. Clearly not.

Arpina is tired and utterly exhausted, angry and mad and starving for some control over her life. Maybe she has had too much of it. Pushing anyone past the breaking point would be merciless. To strike them down then is, in essence, murder.

She never does find out if it was fate or a god that delivers that bolt of lightning to tear into her. That flashing, thousand-degree heat that burns her scars into her, the blinding light that had seared a permanent mark on her heart. It had left her stumbling and helpless.

"Arpina." It is the clarity of his voice that pulls her from that forceful reverie.

She turns to Miraak, face tight in an attempt to keep herself steady as the storm thunders through them. "I—yes?" she asks, voice brittle and weak. She doesn't sound like herself—there is the absence of the carefree air, no casual note to her tone. Instead, she is tightly wound up, curling her fears—and along with that the rest of her spirit—into a little ball.

Arpina looks up at Miraak, tries to keep her gaze steady to his.

Green. She likes how bright his eyes are. Not dark, nothing like lightning. Green, like magic, like the spring earth.

"Are you al—" he asks, and his voice is soft. It is soft, gentle as though sharpness would break her. Like she is fragile.

Maybe she is. It doesn't mean she'd like to hear it. But the placid cadence of his voice just tears right through the dam of words she'd been trying to keep in.

"You've been hit my those spells, before, right? Shock spells? The ones that are like—the ones like lightning," Arpina interrupts suddenly, as though desperate to explain, like being unable to speak will kill her. "It hurts, doesn't it? It hits you, it's hot, you can't move—when I was a kid, I got hit with one of those. You—you don't realize how bad you're hit until you see after, you get these scars that look like lightning where you're hit—if it's magic, it fades, but—"

She only registers the wide-eyed worry on Miraak's face now, but even as she does so, even as he says her name, asks her to slow to down, to explain clearly—she can't.

"Arpina," he says, voice echoing strangely. The rain is quieter. Muted. "You're cold. Come here." She doesn't move immediately, but there is no resistance when he gently tugs her to his chest.

"The scars, they're like branches, like branching lines. Right in the skin you can see it. I was bruised for—bruised for weeks and I—"

"Arpina," he repeats for the third time. "Say it."

"I was struck. By lightning," she gasps out, dizzy from the breathlessness of panic. "Right—not magic, no—right from the sky. It hurt, I was alone, and I—"

"I won't let you get hurt again," Miraak interrupts, fierce in his conviction. Disbelief suspended—he did not even question her words. It quiets her. "You're right here. In my—in my arms. You're safer than you were then."

Arpina takes in sharp, shallow breaths, slowing the pace her fear had set her heart to. "I'm safe," she tells herself sharply, forcing the words out of her mouth for it to pierce right back through her. "I'm fine."

"You're safe," Miraak echoes, quiet. Soft. It is a distinct contrast to her forcefulness. He is cajoling, gentle even. She would not have believed it had he not been saying the words to her as the storm fell upon the rest of the world. It is quiet suddenly. There is no storm here. "You are fine."

[hotwings0203]

Hello!!! Soooo I came up with a few headcanons for Muslim Bakugou, JajkjGhoA I can't wait to read your response! 😫🤲💖

Okay! So he is definitely the good husband who does house chores! He actually helps around the house, knows how to do all the chores, and all the other girls are so jealous of you lolll

He will make you the best food! He knows all your favourite dishes, and will spoil you with his cooking! Also he will make your favourite desserts as a form of apology for when he pisses you off or makes you upset

Will feed you when he's trying out new dishes, and when you're getting married during the mehndi, when you feed him laddu or gulab jamun, he will blush so hard but also holds your wrist to "guide" you, as everyone giggles and teases you two for being so flustered and blushy around each other

If you make his favorite dishes?? Like okay imagine you make his fav dish (after asking the bakusquad cuz he's hard to approach lol) and subtly give it to him or maybe get Kirishima to give it to him as you leave the mosque or arrive at some community party or something, homeboi will blush so hard and will not let anyone have even the tiniest bite of your cooking

As a thanks he will buy you churiyan! He will see you admiring them and will come up and awkwardly but gruffly ask you if you like that certain churiyan set (that is like a pretty red and gold) and when you say yes, he will proceed to buy it for you, and omg if the bakusquad see this, Denki and Sero will definitely tease him and be like you should put them on her! While you're like omg! Wait, the adults will see! And he just surprises everyone as he gently grabs your hand and puts them on you and just admires how soft your hands are, and how they fit in his hand, and thinks about how pretty they would look with a wedding ring on them, and you are just standing there blushing so hard, and when he sees you wearing those churiyan at other events he feels so proud and possessive and happy

Weak for your smile and laugh, and very protective of you, will blow someone's head off for making you upset or for disrespecting you. Your parents love him so much, will immediately say yes to the rishta! Also, his parents love you so much, you and Masaru are the calm to Bakugou and Mitsuki raging tempers lmfaoo

You're the only one who gets to see his soft side and soft while without being threatened with death loll lucky youuu~ Also! Everyone will tease him sooooo much for being soft for you, the girls and aunties always giggle when they see how soft he is with you when you guys are out in public and he won't deny it either loll

In public he's kinda reserved with pda, but likes it when you hold his hand or loosely hook your arm around his muscled arms. He will however, put an arm on your lower back to steer you away from an uncomfortable situation or will step in front of you to protect you

In private he will be cuddly, loves wrapping his arms around you, forhead kisses too! You will be a blushing, flustered mess as he leans down by your ear and teases you about it in his low gruff voice. Also just loves the feel of your soft body against his

Also! Omg say its eid or something, and you're getting your mehndi done, the bakusquad will push him to sit with you and help you since you're mehndi is still wet. He will gruffly compliment your mehndi design, will get you food and feed it to you, will softly but hesitantly brush your hair away from your face when he sees that its bugging you, and this will make your both blush, and omg he will have the softest look in this eyes at that moment, and his hand will linger by your pretty earnings, and will just gaze at your lips with a lustful gaze as you softly whisper thank you

When the mehndi dries, and Denki makes a comment about how dark and rich the color is and is like damn Bakugou you really have it bad for y/n huh? Both of you will be so flustered and while Bakugou chases Denki while yelling that hes gonna blow his head off, you just stand there will Mina and Ochako and giggle at his antics, and the girls will tease you about you have gotten Bakugou wrapped around your fingers and that you shouldn't be surprised when his parents approach your parents with a rishta

AunwQniwa anyways Muslim Bakugou will love you so much and cherish you and just RIP to your heart 😫😭💖

YO YES MY GAWD LETS ASSESS THIS MFKIN FOOD YOU JUST GAVE US

okay so 100% YES!! Y’all seen mitsuki? She ain’t havin none of that “I’m the only son so treat me like a king” bs. No no, our girlboss femdom Mistski Auntie has her two boys cookin and cleanin every weekend and massaging her feet, as she SHOULD!

These habits carry on to when he gets married also. His wife could be doing the dishes one day right after their wedding and he would walk by, peeking over her shoulder at her hand-to-sponge technique.

“You’re doing it wrong dumbass. Use the hard side to scrub the crumbs off and then the soft side to polish it.” He snatches the plate from your hands and starts vigorously rubbing it the way you couldn’t. You stare at him, flabbergasted that a mom in the desi community has actually succeeded in raising her son right.

“‘The fuck are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you quickly say, stepping aside to let him work his magic. He merely grunts and picks up the next bowl.

In a moment of bravado, you lean over to kiss his cheeks. He stops scrubbing and just stares at the sponge in his hands, his face slowly going red as a beet.

When you two fight, you already know he’s gonna be yelling at the top of his lungs and stomping around the house, the explosions from his hands searing the furniture around you.

It’s enough to set you off and storm out of the house too. You need a fucking break, he can be so much to handle sometimes.

It’s around late evening that you come back in the garage from wherever you decide to cool off from. The house is silent and dark from the outside so you assume he fell asleep with the usual scowl on his face.

You sigh and drop your keys and purse on the counter, exhausted from the day’s drama. Form the corner of your eye you see a small candle on the kitchen table alight, and you walk over to put it out.

Except right in front of the candle, there’s a small plate of mithai(sweets) that has a note attached to it.

“Sorry for being an ass” is written in his chicken scratch writing. You smile and shake your head, taking a bite from the surprisingly well-made gulaab jamun.

It’s a good thing Katsuki hid Sato’s recipe in one of the cabinets before you came home.

And just like you said, the man is WHIPPED for your cooking. He’s always pulling you to the kitchen and lightly shoving you around the stove, gruffly telling you to add more spices that he knows you can recreate to a T.

Whenever the Bakusquad comes over to hang out, you try to cook the same way you know Katsuki likes (extra spicy), but for some reason on those exact days you can’t seem to find any of your special ingredients…

At other times maybe before your marriage, when he first began falling in love with you he would see you admiring a vendor’s churiyaan and earrings.

He would quietly walk up behind you maybe a foot or two away, observing how you fit the bangles on your wrist.

“I like the red ones on you,” he says lowly, making sure to dwindle down his usual aggressive tone.

You turn and gently smile at him. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because red is what brides wear.”

Your heart beats fast as he takes your wrist, oh so delicate compared to his callous large hands.

“And the silver makes me think of the ring I’ll have on you in no time soon.”

Bakugo closes his eyes in front of you and inhales, letting you know that everything about you draws him closer.

When you guys walk around a college campus or even in town, he’s always looking left and right shiftily, convinced that every man within a mile of you is trying to steal you away. He’ll stand in front of you when a guy asks you where a certain building is, he’ll glare at his friends when they get too rowdy and rough with you, but he still gets nervous for PDA. He knows how fast word travels around in desi communities so he doesn’t want to do anything in public, but fuck when he gets home he’s pinning you on the bed and resting his entire weight on you.

At eid as stated above^^ he’ll see you in your lengha or kurti and get INSANELY nervous and flustered at your beauty. The way you sit poised and laughing with Mina and ochako while your mehndi is being done makes his palms sweat and his armpits prickly. He has to wipe them on his kameez almost three times before taking one last look at you and walking away.

Well, at least he tries to walk away. He’s promptly sought out and grabbed by his three cronies, who drag him by nail and tooth towards you. No amount of swearing and growling threats to ‘blow their ass up so bad people will piecing them back together for weeks” stops them from bringing him closer to you.

“Yeah yeah, you said that already,” Denki smirks and playfully zaps his ass so that he helps and lurches forwards towards you.

The commotion makes the girls look up and wave excitedly when they spot the rowdy men.

You bite your lip and give Bakugo a meek little grin, which makes steam curl from his ears.

“Heyyy ladiesss, got room for one more?” Sero drawls and throws an arm over the simmering grenade of a man.

“Hmm,” Mina mockingly contemplates for a minute before she slowly starts to get up, uraraka following pursuit. “Not at the moment, but maybe we could make some room…” she tackles Bakugo and Kirishima also kicks the back of his knees so that he folds cleanly into the chair next to you.

You look bewildered at everybody while they snicker at Bakugo’s vermillion face.

He glared at them and after an oblivious moment or two they get the hint and wink before backing off.

“So, uh, how long have you been getting your hand done for?”

You grin at his inexperience with these kinds of things, but still indulge him.

“About 25 minutes or so.”

“25 min-“ his eyes grow wide and the whole hall turns to him as he screams at your poor designer for making you ‘sit on her cute ass for such a goddamn long time. And why the hell doesn’t she have food yet??’

At least he thought you were cute

💓💓

[nolansnose]

To my moots: I did A THING. Wrote a lil something. A Nolpat imagine *gasps*

This is unfinished and I will only be updating this everytime Patty gets a point or better yet, score a goal!

Edited and rb'd because this has been updated!

(With added steam 🙈)

Summary: Surprise!

Nolan Patrick x whoever you wanna pair him with in your head

UNTITLED

They hadn't exchanged any kind of communication in three weeks. That kind of radio silence from both their ends wasn't normal. It has been a month since they saw each other last, they were both busy --- she with the endless demands and responsibilities of being the new executive assistant to the director of medical services while Nolan was training in preparation for the incoming season.

It amazes her how they were able to give each other attention in the past year and how they haven't given up on each other. It wasn't easy, it's daunting at times, at least for her.

For someone with such a demanding job and schedule, she truly couldn't figure out how she was able to give time to Nolan.

She didn't understand how someone like her was able to pique his interest or that he continued to give her attention, well, not until these past few weeks. She may be busy but during moments that she wasn't thinking about work, Nolan makes sudden, sometimes unwelcome appearances in her thoughts.

Unwelcome because she shouldn't be thinking about him. They're not... Argh! She sighed and put down the book she's trying so hard to understand in her lap. She's in an old cottage by the beach, alone for this long weekend, her first non work related trip after a long while since being appointed and she's alone. She should be relaxing, resting, eating sumptuous meals and reading this... Shit it was Nolan who gave her this book. Why did she pick this one to bring? She sighed again and tried for the nth time to relax in the couch she was perched on. She put her feet up in the arm rest and reached for the tea in the side table to drink but grimaced as its already cold.

As cold as the weather that wasnt apt for the place she was in. Beaches are made for warm, summery weather, not rain and cold drafts. She looked out the window and shook her head because it was still raining. The rain peltering the roof was loud and... what was that?

She heard something beside the raindrops. Footsteps. Rustling. Knocking? Was someone knocking?

But she wasn't expecting anyone.

Still, she stood up and headed for the kitchen which was near the parking area of the resort she was in. She clutched her chest when she saw another shadow beside the plants outside. Shit! A thief? But this was an exclusive resort!

She grabbed the fruit bowl in the counter and headed for the kitchen door. There was that sound again. Footsteps. And knocking.

She took a deep breath and raised the bowl above her head, ready to whack whoever was on the other side of that door. She unfastened the locks and opened the door.

"Fuck!", the 'intruder' called out and caught the bowl before it made contact with his face.

"Nolan?", she blinked.

The newcomer put down the bowl and raised the hood of his jacket. "Hi,"

"I thought you were a thief!"

Nolan looked at her with amusement. " I knocked but there was no answer."

"When was that? I didn't hear anything."

"Uh, five minutes ago?", he asked as he grabbed a clean towel out of the basket on the washing machine near the door. "May I?"

She exhaled loudly while moving away from the door so Nolan could dry his shoes in the mat and removed his jacket which was also wet.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. How did he even know she was here? Oh. Right. She remembered telling him about this weekend trip the last time they were together.

"I missed you," he said. "You didn't text or call."

"You never did, too," she pointed out.

"Hey, I called," he said with a bit of pain in his voice.

"When did you call?"

"Are you going to let me come in or do I have to defend myself by your kitchen door?"

2

"What's that for?", she asked having glanced at his backpack.

"Change of clothes. I've been in town for a few days, actually ", he replied honestly.

She gave him another quick look before going back to retrieve the cup of tea in the living room and brought it up in the kitchen to heat in the microwave. She felt his eyes on her while she set the timer.

"Chamomile?", Nolan asked just as he put down his already opened backpack in the kitchen counter and took out a clean pair of socks.

She didn't know whether to be irritated or happy that he remembered her preference. Normally, she'd appreciate it but now she felt cornered. Vulnerable. She came here to unwind, rest and think, -- to escape from all that's troubling her -- that included Nolan.

Yep, trouble. That's Nolan, alright. What else would you call the man who chose to entangle himself with someone like her? Even for a weekend, she wanted a break. She wanted him out of her head, her body and her bed.

"You still haven't answered why you're here," she took the mug out of the oven and set it on the counter. She caught the smirk on his face. "What?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Nolan took a step towards her and tenderly caressed her arm."Didn't you miss me?"

She looked up into his eyes to see a worry there she didn't normally see.

They've talked about their situation a handful of times before, where they're headed eventually. Together they've decided that its better if no one else knew whatever kind of relationship they were to have.

She can't remember exactly how that topic came about, but they wound up in bed together before defined lines were ever set.

This, whatever this was, has gone on for a year, a short time compared to others. She knew she shouldn't keep her hopes or expectations up, but sometimes, she gets tired of her feelings being hurt from a misunderstanding because nothing was solid or made public. Sometimes the feelings were his. Sometimes he acted jealous or frustrated because she behaved in a way that made him question the exclusivity they had agreed on a year ago.

"Not at all?" His low, lazy voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

She shook her head. "No."

He leaned into her some more, their closeness made her feel like she's drowning. "Liar."

Then his mouth met hers and she instinctively opened her mouth to allow his tongue to enter. He tasted sweet and salty like caramel popcorn. He satisfied every urge and each craving.

A whimper escaped her throat and he had her pushed against the counter with one hand in her hair as the other lifted her leg and grabbed her ass. He knew how to completely envelop her into a whirlwind of sex. It started out with a kiss as it always did.

And this kiss grew more fervent and she felt a familiar hardness push against her in just the right place. He made her feel sexy and desirable in a way that she revelled in. His kisses were addictive.

Its hard to reclaim her sanity everytime they ended up like this, like he drained whatever courage she had left. But before she could totally gave in, she held Nolan's arm firmly and pushed him away from her. He moaned a little as a protest but moved away and let her right herself.

The desire for her was evident in his eyes, in his jeans and she tried not to look but his scent, his kiss lingered. She was still dazed and her heart was beating wildly.

"What?" He asked as he touched the edge of his mouth.

"We can't continue this, Nolan", she insisted.

He shook his head. "We're not doing anything we haven't done bef----"

"No", she cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "This as in hiding. We thought it wont get this complicated given our work and who we are, we thought it'd be easy. None of this is easy, Nolan."

"Thank you for saying we, instead of you," he nodded as he answered. "Seriously. We both said this unofficial exclusive thing would be easy and a breeze and I'm glad you didn't pile the blame for your feelings just on me."

She looked at him carefully. Sometimes, his prankness still startled and overwhelmed her. She hoped and tried hard for its effect to not register on her face.

"Whoa," he said with one eyebrow raised when her gaze turned squinty. "Why are you looking at me like I just told you I'm getting married or something?"

"Let's end this, Nolan," she said in a faint voice, then grabbed the mug of tea again.

She felt him observing her eventhough her attention was on the tea she's drinking.

"You already said that four months ago."

"This time I meant it." She said in a voice lacking of conviction.

[borathae]

OH SIB BABY, LETS TALK SHALL WE

I had my first exam today... woooh... anyways i cudnt msg u before but here i am now...

I heard Kook cry last night THIS WAS VERYY UPSETTING... HOW TFF IS THIS GUY SO... COMFORTABLE IN BEING SOFT??? N Y DO I ALWAYS FIND ARROGANT EGOISTIC MEN AROUND ME INSTEAD...😭

THE FACT THAT ITS LIKE WHAT DAYSSS OF JK TRYING N OC BEING COMPLETELY IGNORANT N RUDE TO HIM ANDD STILLLL HIS FIRST INSTINCT WHEN HE SAW HER IN GYM IS TO TRY. OH MY GOD. THIS IS NOT NORMAL. PLS. SIBI PLS. OH GAWD NOOO... OH FK MY HEART IS WEEPING...🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈😭😭😭😭😭🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Take it. Kiss me. NOT ME FEELING THINGS BETWEEN MY LEGS... ITS U WHO'S WET IM NOT WET!!!!🙄🙄

Ok YG was so right... they did need some steam off... ok i again hv a few things to say

Oc's entire life changed within seconds n JK stood wid her like a pillar. She got betrayed by her lover, atleast thats wht she thought and JK was there for her, AS A FRIEND, A LISTENER, AND A LOVER TOOO . To know that in this messed up world there is a teeny tiny hope for her that Tae didnt betray her... is literally her driving force rn. And JK just did that to Tae. I dont think she s upset wid JK to be exact, its just the sense of "nothing is alreadg going according to me, my assumptions and my hopes... atleast just... if u cant help me... dont hurt him. Dont make it harder for me...."

Also, i dont wanna say this but, if ever its to come out that Tae was actually wrong JK wud be the first person she ll fall back to into crumbs n he ll pick her up and save her. And SHE KNOWS THAT. NOT YG BUT JK. Thats how much they adore each other and when oc totally acts as prick towards him(for her valid reasons) JK must feel, misunderstood n unaccepted

SO WHAT I MEAN IS... THE EMOTIONAL REALM OF THIS SITUATION IS SO FKD UP THAT THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED WAS THAT THEY GENUINELY LOVE EACH OTHER AND YG JUST REMINDED THEM THAT THEY DID. YG U SMARTASS... OH WAIT MAYBE I MEANT U PRETTY ASS😊🙈

I want her to stop treating me like an asshole ME TOO BRO ME TOO🤗

I dont believe you SIBI, FIND ME SOMEONE LIKE SA!JK CUZ BITCH NOW IM TRIGGERED AS HELL

OK YG's WORDS ACTUALLY REMIND ME THAT IF IT WASNT THAT HE IS AN ABNORMALLY CRAZILY GUD PERSON... HE WUD NEVER BEHAVE SO GENTLY TOWARDS HER... JUST BEING UNDER THE SAME ROOF AND LETTING HER BE IS A BLESSING ENOUGH...

You make me so angry, princess I NEVER THOUGHT THIS SENTENCE WUD HV SUCH EFFECT ON ME...🥵🤧

You think i fuck everyone who angers me OH GOD SIBI PLS NOT HELPING MY YG FEELS

Come here, jungkook OH SOUNDS LIKE HE IS CALLING FOR MY DEATH😶😶😶😶😶

YG TOUCHING HER WHILE HE COMMANDS HER TO TOUCH JK. SIBI U CRAZY GIRL.

Continue, dont mind me 🥲YG BABE THATS NOT HOW THIS WORKS BABE

Imagine her as a vampire kook. OK WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YG HAS THOUGHT THOROUGHLYYYY ABOUT THIS N MAYBE EVEN... JACKED OFF TO IT?

Swallows you whole 😶

JK's THOUGHTS... OH MY MAN YG SHUD ALSO TELL US HIS ONCE IN A WHILE... BUT YEAH JKKKK😍

Show me that despite your anger for me...Admit it you dont hate me

THEY ARE A MARRIED COUPLE, FIGHT ME!

I THINK YG IS TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF ITS OK TO LOVE OC🙄AS DEEPLY AS HE DOES...

Almost done princess dont give up now SIBI U JUST OH GOD I THINK I JUST CAME FROM READING😶

How's my girl doing IM IN LOVE SIR, WHAT ABOUT YOU?

OHK I DIDNT EVEN EXPECT SOMETHING SO DEEP. JK WAS SO HAPPY. GOD I THINK I ALMOST TEARED UP. OH GAWD GIVE THIS MAN ALL HAPPINESS... TO BE IN SUCH AN INTERNAL FIGHT ALL THE TIME AND ALSO NOT HAVING A LOVE LIFE AND ALSO NOT BEING ABLE TO FUCK IF NOT LOVE... GOD.

OH JK BEING ALL GIGGLY N TEARY CUZ HE FEELS LOVED. SIBI NOOOOOOO😭😭😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜

OK I DO MISS TAE THO BUT ... IS IT SELFISH OF ME TO WANT A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE YG-OC-JK ARE A THROUPLE?💜😭💜😭💜🤗🤗🤗🤗💜💜💜💜😭😭😭😭😭

SIBI U KILLED IT LIKE ALWAYS... U MADE ME FEEL THINGS... DAMN WOW WOW💜💜 -The Yelling Anon

GIRL LITERALLY THOUGH I CAN'T WRITE ANY OTHER KOOK THAN soft!KOOK and I am :(

I dont think she s upset wid JK to be exact, its just the sense of "nothing is alreadg going according to me, my assumptions and my hopes... atleast just... if u cant help me... dont hurt him. Dont make it harder for me...."

the entire part about kook being her pillar and comfort is already so AMAZING TO READ BUT THIS OMFMG THIS IS most definitely what she went through omfmg

THE EMOTIONAL REALM OF THIS SITUATION IS SO FKD UP THAT THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED WAS THAT THEY GENUINELY LOVE EACH OTHER AND YG JUST REMINDED THEM THAT THEY DID.

*cries* so true bestie

You make me so angry, princess I NEVER THOUGHT THIS SENTENCE WUD HV SUCH EFFECT ON ME...🥵🤧

AND DONT FORGOT THE MASSIVELY AGGRESSIVE THRUST OF HIS HIPS THAT FOLLOWS LIKE SIR OFMMGMG please angry sex me more often wtfff

YG TOUCHING HER WHILE HE COMMANDS HER TO TOUCH JK. SIBI U CRAZY GIRL.

I am slut when it comes to yoonkook there is no denying that 🤪

Imagine her as a vampire kook. OK WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YG HAS THOUGHT THOROUGHLYYYY ABOUT THIS N MAYBE EVEN... JACKED OFF TO IT?

no. i will not think about this. wtfffffff why is the aspect of SA!Yoongi jacking off so hot?? is it because he always seems so unbothered so the thought that there were nights where he felt so fucking desperate that he actually let his hand dissapear between his legs is literally life ruining?? is it the tHOUGHT THAT THERE IS A POSSIBILITY THAT HE MOANED HER NAME ON ACCIDENT?? IS THE THOUGHT THAT IN THOSE MOMENTS YOONGI ACTUALLY ALLOWS HIS BODY TO REACT THE WAY IT WANTS TO REACT DURING PLEASURE?? I am going insANE stop it omfg I have fallen so hard for SA!Yoongi please don't make me fall even more by making me imagine him when he masturbates 😭😭

ALSO TELL US HIS ONCE IN A WHILE.

y E S min yOONGI YOU FUCKING WHORE TELL US YOUR THOUGHTS 😡😡😡

OK I DO MISS TAE THO BUT ... IS IT SELFISH OF ME TO WANT A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE YG-OC-JK ARE A THROUPLE?

😶😶😶 no comment 🤐🤐🤐

NO BUT I LOVE THAT YOU LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH!! IT'S ONE OF MY FAVES TOO I WOULD KILL FOR YOONKOOK OMFMG 😭💜💜

[blue-slush-writing]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.2k

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮

𝐏𝐨𝐯: Izuku has finally been able to get out of an abusive relationship with Todoroki but can't seem to full escape, especially when all of their friends are trying to force them back together

Katsuki thought his life was perfect, but as soon as his daughter was unexpectedly born his girlfriend left, leaving him to be a father on his own. He's trying to make it through college while taking care of his 3 year old.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

Chapter 2

Izuku could roughly hear his alarm going off next to his bed and he could feel the sun's light shining in through his window. The bright rays were piercing through his tightly shut eyes, and he groaned, squinting. It was a Tuesday morning and he had class in about an hour, but despite the continuous beeping, he only rolled over, prepared to go back to sleep and skip class. His comforter was practically begging him to just stay in today. Along with his awful headache, it seemed like reason enough to ditch for one day. Part of him wanted an aspirin, but sleep felt more important. He shifted uncomfortably as his bare skin rubbed against the sheets. Somewhere in his mind he was vaguely aware he was naked, but the situation didn’t quite click into place until he felt an extra pair of arms wrap around his from behind. The warmth of another person pressed up against his back, and he rolled over, coming face to face with a smiling duel haired man. his eyes opened in surprise, and he began to speak, only to find the words caught in his throat.

“Morning sunshine.” The boy muttered, trying to lean in for a kiss, but was instead met with Izuku’s hand pressed tightly between their lips. Even this early in the morning Shoto still looked stunning, but that wasn’t quite what was on his mind.

“Did we… again?” When he had invited Shoto over, he had sworn to himself wouldn’t get high enough to sleep with him, but it seemed his self control was more of a figment of his imagination. It hadn’t been too long since the two of them broke up, but it felt way too soon to be considering getting back with his Ex.

In response to his question Shoto only laughed. “You really can’t hold your liquor Izu.”

“We were drinking?!” The man was a known lightweight, which was why he rarely drank, especially in combination with weed. For the life of him he couldn’t piece together what happened last night, but here he was, for the second time that month, laying naked in bed with a guy he had sworn not to see again. Maybe he had slipped something into his drink. Izuku tried to move out of Shoto’s arms and sit up, but was immediately pulled back down into a tight hug.

“Come on. Don’t be like that. You were so nice to me last night” He planted small kisses along his collar bone.

“I was nice because you got me drinking until I forgot what a dick you are.” He snarled, pushing him off. Izuku rolled out of bed, dragging one of the blankets with his as a robe. Their clothes were scattered across the room, and no matter where he looked he couldn’t seem to find his boxers.

“They’re s on the couch.” Shoto turned over on the bed, Obviously not planning on leaving his apartment anytime soon. What worried Izuku more is that he was probably going to have to wash the entire living room. With his luck they probably hadn’t gone for only one round. He grabbed a pair of booty shorts out of his dresser and pulled them on, throwing a thin white T over top. It was way too early for this shit. His head was pounding and everything felt very bright and harsh. Just how much did he drink? He was trying to act nonchalant, but he had a really bad feeling in his gut. Even if he hadn’t been in his right mind, he felt like he was leading Shoto on. Izuku knew he didn’t plan on getting back together with him, so doing this made him feel dirty. He never used to do one night stands, but the more time he spent around friends, the more time he woke up in situations like this. his friends were his Ex’s friends which meant they were all trying to push the two of them back together. Even now, he was sure that they had all purposefully ditched the party last night just to give them some time together. Those bastards.

Still feeling incredibly tired, he walked drearily into the kitchen, bumping into the counter on his way to the coffee pot. With a hangover like this he was going to start with a minimum of three mugs and an aspirin. He popped the last instant brew cup into its place and added water before pressing start. He could have just stood there and watched, but he felt the overwhelming need to brush his teeth, so he made his way down the hall to the bathroom, and was met with a very unseemly sight. He looked like a total wreck. His makeup from the day before streaked down his face and his green dyed hair was an absolute mess. He looked like he had just walked out of hell.

He splashed some water onto his hands and slowly massaged a puff of soap into his dry face. It stung his eyes, but he rubbed his skin clean till he was satisfied, and rinsed, wetting his hair in the process. He was in desperate need of a shower anyway , but that would have to wait until after he got an explanation. He felt like his heart was racing faster than it should, and he could see his hands shaking as he opened the cap to the tooth paste. Maybe it was the drugs still working their way out of his system, but he got the feeling he was afraid of the things he might have said the night before. The promises he might have made. Hell, with the way he acted when he was drunk he might walk out this just to be told they were already back together. Part of him longed for that. Wanted to be held again and shown affection. Wanted to taste Shoto on his lips when they-

But the other half of him knew that was impossible. He had already had his heart broken once, and he didn’t know if he had it in his to go through that again. Shoto was the one who had got him started on pot in the first place when they were back in high school. Izuku was stressed and anxious, and had been easily convinced it was just a way to “chill out”. His relationship quickly went from best friend, to dealer and customer, and when he didn’t have the money for weed, he would pay with... favors. This continued into college, but soon he was able to make other friends who hooked him up and he became a resident stoner. Weekends, parties, and now apparently Monday nights, he would get togethers to get lit. Everyone seemed to like him and he got invited out a lot. He was just a typical college kid with some extra problems.

Somewhere along the way his favors for Shoto got more and more serious, until he just asked him out. Izuku had probably mistaken what they had for love and immediately said yes. They would fight, make up, have sex, and pretend like none of it happened. Maybe he could have realized earlier that something was off, but the blonde just had a way of doing things that always brought him back. Like after a long day of work he would sneak the two of them onto their apartment buildings roof, and they would spend the night in each other's arms, just watching the stars and talking about nothing. When they did finally break up it was because Shoto had cheated. Behind Izuku’s back there had been a girl named Momo who seemed to be nothing more than eye candy, but had taken up his time nonetheless. When he found out what was going on he had been devastated. After a long fight that lasted days of on and off screaming, they decided it would be best to just part ways. To Izuku it had been the end, but Shoto seemed to think they were just on some kind of break.

Swishing water around in his mouth, the greenette spit out the last of the minty paste and left from the bathroom. He could hear his Ex getting dressed in the bedroom as well as the beep of the coffee machine, signalling that the pot was done brewing.

Once he had poured himself a mug, he couldn’t be bothered to add creamer and just decided to drink it black. he didn’t have the patience to search all around his kitchen for whatever ridiculous spot his friends had left his milk and sweeteners. He had only just taken a sip of his steaming drink when Shoto walked in wearing one of Izuku’s hoodies, and prosmuidly nothing underneath. He slowly tried to approach him, but every step forward warranted two steps back.

“Are you serious Izuku? We’re not five. You can’t just back away from your problems.” He moved closer. “We still have something. We always did. I already apologized didn’t I?” His voice almost sounded sincere, but there was a layer of malice dripping behind every word. This was one of his tactics. Say sweet words laced with just enough poison to scare his into submission. But he had grown too much since their breakup to fall prey to his lies once again. He never wanted to go back to being Shoto’s plaything.

“You cheated on me with some bitch you met on tinder. You lost me the day you started sleeping around behind my back.” He knew he must have a dark glare on his face, and he hoped it got his point across. He wanted him out immediately. “I’ll show you to the door .” He tried his best to sound warm, but it was clear that he was about ready to lose it. He wasn't sure why he was so angry, but a swarm of memories was clouding his mind and he felt as though he was on the verge of tears. If Shoto stayed any longer he might collapse and give in again.

“Can I at least take a shower before I leave?” It was so clear this was not a question but a demand, but Izuku was not having it. With no words left to say, he simply grabbed a jacket from the front closet, shoved it at Shoto and pushed him out the front door. He honestly couldn’t care if it was winter, and that he was wearing barely anything, but his new house was close enough for him to not have to worry. And Even if it wasn’t, why should he care? The man was no longer his problem.

Once he was alone in his apartment he immediately collapsed down onto his bed, wondering why he had let this happen to himself. His first class started in close to 30 minutes, but he definitely did not feel like going. He would write his professor an email saying he got sick and hope that he didn’t think his getting sick for the 13th time that semester was strange. He probably hated him, but it was just a general language class. He had dropped English in high school and now had to retake it at 9:30 in the morning every Tuesday and Thursday.

Despite having taken a bath the night before, Izuku felt filthy. His skin was crawling and he wished he could run away any memories that might resurface the night before. Before he tried to figure out anything for the day a shower was in order. He once again pulled himself from bed and picked up his phone from the nightstand. He had been in such a daze last night that he hadn’t even plugged his phone in and it was now at a dwindling 13%. he connected it to his charger, not even bothering to look at his string of notifications. Who ever needed his could wait until after he was clean.

He had just put his clothes on, but easily dropped them to the floor and carefully made his way to the shower. There were red solo cups littered around his living room, and the whole place wreaked of drugs and sex. This is why he never let people party at his house. He was surprised to not find puke in the bathroom, but at least that would be one less thing for him to clean up. He clicked the water on and stepped into its spray, not waiting for it to warm up. It felt so good to have the cold droplets covering his back and dripping through his hair.

As the water heated up he felt like his problems melted away. Thoughts of past love, lust and affection, the after taste of drugs. They slipped down the drain with all of the sweat from the night before. When his and Shoto had broken up he had replaced all of his soaps so that the house would stop smelling like him. So he would stop smelling like him. Now all of his senses were filled with the smell of white chocolate and strawberries. It was the same body wash that he had used in middle school before all of his problems had come barreling head first into his life. It reminded him of his mother, Inko. The soap had originally been hers, But Izuku had stolen it and didn’t change the scent he used for years. He had only switched it in highschool when his friends told him that he should switch to a brand that was better for the environment.

As he stood in the shower, he could feel his legs lightly quivering and he had to steady himself against the shower bar. It hadn’t been immediate, but the effects of an eventful night were finally hitting him. He relentlessly scrubbed hisself, wishing he could magically erase himself from existence. The worst part of all of this was he already didn’t want to be sober anymore. He had made a catastrophic mistake under the influence, but he knew he could forget if he just let himself go a little. Being addicted to something was incredibly annoying. As long as he could guarantee Shoto wouldn’t be there, he would probably call up his friends and ask them to come over later that night.

When he washed his hair, streaks of green hair dye bled down his arms and torso, drizzling down the drain like a sad stream of sludge. The bright color was fading and it was close to time to redye it. Those were a multitude of colors he could go for, but he always found himself dying it green to match his eyes. At the very least he was on brand.

With the last bits of soap leaving his body, he cut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Water dripped off of his onto the floor mat and he rang his hair out with a towel, not letting the moisture cling to his roots. The entire room was filled with steam and he couldn’t see himself in the mirror, but it was safe to say he felt vastly better. Whatever had happened was in the past and all he could do now was move on with his day. Maybe he could call up his friend Uraraka and they could watch movies instead of doing their work on campus. She was kind of an idiot, but She always managed to make him feel better.

Izuku wrapped the towel around himself and opened the bathroom door, letting out a ploom of smoke. The rest of his apartment was cold and he instantly regretted leaving the warm confines of the shower. He quickly ran to his bedroom and found a comfortable sweater and a pair of sweatpants. The two clothing items didn’t match at all, but who was going to see him? He might as well have put on some fuzzy socks too. Once he was bundled in warm clothing he reached for his phone and began to scroll through his alerts.

Those were tons of messages from his friends apologizing and checking in on him, an email from his boss, even a message from one of his close classmates asking if he was coming in today. He checked the email first, worried he might have forgotten about a shift. He worked at a fast food chicken hut, and he had thought he didn't have work until tomorrow, but with the way his day was going he was better safe than sorry. He skimmed it quickly, only noticing the key details. To his relief it was just notifying him of what hours he would be working so he wouldn’t be late...again. His boss liked him because he did his work while on shift, but he wasn’t the most reliable when it came to actually showing up on time. He usually did the four to nine shift but tomorrow he was working overnight.

His last notification was from Uraraka . She used a long string of emojis to accompany a message apologizing for leaving him alone last night. She seemed genuinely upset and said that Iida had dragged her out before she had even realized what was happening. Both Uraraka and Iida were Graphic design majors and lived together on campus. There was a good chance the two of them were dating, but Izuku never pressed the subject. He decided he might as well message her just to see if she wanted to come over. She most likely wouldn’t respond, but it was worth a shot. His fingers flicked across his keyboard and he sent him a simple text that got his point across.

‘Come over. I’ll get snacks and a movie. Just bring something… strong. Makeup for leaving me alone last night by giving me something to forget about Shoto.’ he knew he would regret saying this even as he typed the words, but he longed for an escape. Not only just from his Ex, but more from his situation. Somewhere deep within himself, Izuku felt like he was missing something. Like he didn’t belong. It was as if he was yearning for a place he had never been, whose he would finally feel whole. That “place” certainly wasn’t his one bedroom apartment.

Izuku decided it was worthwhile to put some concealer on, so as not to look like a total wreck for his friends. He didn’t care much about his appearance, but at the very least he wanted to cover up the redness of his tired eyes. His head still throbed from the past nights drinking, and every time he would turn his head too fast clusters of black dots would cloud his vision. Sighing heavily, he let himself fall back against his pillow, deciding he would just take a short nap until someone responded. He had no idea how late he had been up yesterday, but he could feel his fatigue dripping from him. Not even bothering to cover himself with the comforter, he rolled over, burying his face into the warmth of his cotton heat.

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A ding on Izuku’s phone stared him from his sleep. He had his ringer all the way up, and the loud beep echoed through his room. Groaning, he turned over grabbing his phone from his night stand. It was later in the evening now, nearly Five o’clock, and the sun was no longer at its peak in the sky. Among other notifications, he had a message from Uraraka.

‘I’m in class, but I’ll be over in a bit. I get out at 4 so close to then.’

Four? It was an hour past then. Izuku sat up in bed, worried that he had missed her. He would feel so stupid if she had actually shown up only for his to fall asleep. Just as he began to worry, he heard quiet talking coming from the living room. He couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but it sounded like the TV was playing, as well as small laughs that bounced around the apartment. He sat up, clutching his head and stumbled out of his bedroom. Sitting thoughtlessly on his couch was Uraraka, watching his TV as if it was her own house. She had her feet kicked up on his coffee table and her school bag was sitting next to her. She had clearly come straight from class. He certainly hadn’t been quiet when he barged into the room, and she looked up from where she was sitting and looked at him as if he was the one who seemed out of place. She had a smug grin, and he was sure he must look ridiculous from sleeping on his face.

“The front door was open so I invited myself in.” She said nonchalantly, leaning her head backwards on the couch to stare at him. He definitely should have warned her-

“I wouldn't sit thise if I was you. Pretty sure I had sex there last night.” He said, sighing. Normally it would have been funny to see the look of utter disgust on Uraraka's face, but he was still feeling guilty about what happened. The brunette quickly leapt up from the couch, shaking herself off as if he had gotten an STD just from sitting there. He looked at her with regret at having spent the last hour laying down on the sofa. As bad as his mood was, it did brighten him a little bit to see the idiot running around trying to whip the cooties off of herself. Slowly his frown turned up and he began to laugh, walking forward and throwing a clean blanket over the cushions and taking a seat himself. “Honestly I don’t really remember what happened last night, but Shoto did say some cryptic things about the living room.” He said, giggling at Uraraka’s reaction.

After a few more minutes of flailing and laughing, she finally sat down, smiling brightly. She was glad to see that he wasn’t an absolute wreck. When Izuku did things he regretted, he tended to be a mess for days. She had been especially worried today when he asked for hard drugs. He rarely did anything more than pot, so he knew he must be really upset.

“You promised snacks, but I have yet to see any food.” She commented, gesturing dramatically around the room that was still covered in trash. Izuku wished he had had the chance to clean before she had come over, but to be fair, he wasn’t even awake by the time she arrived.

“I swear you only ever come over for my food.” he muttered, standing back up and walking over to the cupboards. He almost expected them to be completely empty, but to his surprise those were still a few bags of chips amongst the others food. Maybe his friends had just missed them the night they were over, or maybe this was their way of apologizing for leaving him with Shoto. Either way at least this was food left to offer in return for whatever Uraraka had brought over. He grabbed some ruffles and what was left of the takis and threw them down in front of Uraraka. “This is the best I can offer, so eat up.” He slumped down next to her and sighed. He already felt better being in the company of one of his friends.

Uraraka immediately opened up the bag and began to scarff down the food as if it was the last meal she would ever eat. If she kept up like that she would probably end up puking on him. While she made quick work of the chips, he snatched his backpack and began to dig around, looking for whatever he could to calm his racing mind. Being in Uraraka’s presence was nice, but he needed something a little… stronger. Her mess of a bag had crumbled up papers, day old food wrappers and a variety of notebooks. Her computer was the one clean looking thing in the whole black hole, and he definitely didn't see any drugs. She had flaked out on him. Shit. He dropped it to the floor and let his head fall back, looking straight at the ceiling. It was stupid feeling so dissapointed over something like this. Asking his friends for drugs definitely wasn’t a healthy way to cope with whatever this was, but at some point in his life it was like he had just given up. Given up on being a good son, on his school work, on making something out of his life.

When he was a kid his mother would tell his that he was his brightest star and that he just needed to find his home. He thought he had found it with his Ex, but all he had come out with was addiction and depression. He had become so codependent with him, that the last couple months alone had felt like hell. Everyday he almost gave in and unblocked his number, just wanting to be able to have someone to lean back on, but his mothiss words stuck with him. As much as his kind touches and loving whisper would sing him into his sweet fantasies, it was hard to look past all of the time he would get mad or violent. He was so good with his words, and he used them as a weapon, bleeding Izuku of his indiscretions. It was hard to win a battle against someone who knew your everything. Shoto was his weakness and it was easy to exploit that.

Truth be told he would kill to just be able to sit down and talk to his mother, but he hadn’t seen her in person in over two years. It wasn’t that they hadn’t been close, but when he moved out his mother had moved to Europe. She never came back to visit, and Izuku never asked. If he called her right now and really wanted her to come home, he knew she would catch the first flight back, but he never said anything. Inko had had Izuku when she was only 19 and he had always felt guilty for taking away the prime of her life. His mother never showed it, but he had the feeling that she was missing something. This was always this longing look on her face, especially after his father died.

He barely remembered his dad, but everyone who knew him talked fondly of him. Inko always said that they were deeply in love and that she wouldn’t give up the time they had for the world. After he had passed away he said she felt very distant living at home. That’s why after Izuku had moved out for college she had gone to England.

He only realized he had been spacing out when he looked up to see Uraraka pulling a small gum tin from her pocket. “You looked so zoned out just now I thought you might already be buzzed” She said jokingly, sliding the lid off the container. Inside was a small pile of white paper strips with hearts on them. That was definitely stronger than weed.

He had only taken LSD once before and had a rough trip that felt like it lasted forever. his friends assured him it was only around seven hours, but it had felt like days. He had almost walked into a busy street towards the end of it, and hadn’t really tried it since. He wasn’t sure if he really felt like doing this, but at this point he felt bad refusing Uraraka when she had come all this way for him, not to mention she was giving it to him for free. Maybe it was out of obligation or self pity, but he opened his lips, sticking out his tongue and placed a tab in his mouth. It tasted like nothing and disintegrated instantly, leaving him waiting patiently for it to kick in.

He looked over at Uraraka who sighed and smiled at him. “It’s probably going to take at least 30 minutes to kick in. We should probably just settle in with a movie.” Without waiting for confirmation he grabbed a remote off the table and clicked on the tv. After a bit of scrolling through netflix they settled on the ring, a safe choice.

G

Izuku had settled into the couch and was deep into the movie when he thought he heard someone whispering behind his back. It almost sounded like the wind whistling in his head and it made his skin tingle. He ignored it at first, playing it off as his imagination but the words seemed to come closer, until they were right in his ear, mumbling nonsense he couldn’t make out. He whipped his head around, looking for the source, but was only meant with the empty apartment. He looked over to Uraraka to see if she was experiencing the same thing, but for some reason only half of her was sitting on the couch. From her waist down was right where she was supposed to be but the rest of her was nowhere in sight. This should have been alarming, but instead he found himself giggling, covering his mouth with his hand so Uraraka’s legs wouldn’t get mad at him. The closer he looked the funnier it became to him, and soon he was breaking out into a fit of laughter.

As he laughed he could see the sounds tumbling out of his mouth in bright colors that painted the whole room into a rainbow. All of the hues seemed to seep together into a psychedelic collage. He slowly stood, trying to gasp them between his fingers, only to stumble over, nearly face planting into the beer stained carpet. As he stared at it the ground seemed to boil and pop beneath his. He felt a pair of arms wrapped around his hoisting his back to his feet. He turned his head, to come face to face with Uraraka, who was back to being a whole person.

“I found the rest of you!” he said with triumph, a bubbly laugh erupting from his. Izuku could see her lips moving, but couldn’t hear any of the words she was saying as she slowly set him back down on the couch. He was about to protest and stand again, when small black dots began to spot his vision. He blinked a few times, trying to get them to disappear, but they only seemed to grow, slowly clouding his vision.

He looked around for Uraraka, wanting to ask for help, but she was nowhere in sight. He began to shake his head violently, not understanding what was happening, but everything kept getting darker and darker. He was vaguely aware he was screaming, but he couldn’t seem to hear the sound. His throat began to get soar and he felt like he couldn’t breath. He began to take deep gulps of air, but it only made him more dizzy. Just as the last of his sight blacked out, he felt himself falling backwards, losing his strain of consciousness and collapsing into sleep

[papergirllife]

Chasing The Flames

Chapter 8 : The Pull of The Heartstrings

Jeno opened the door of his dorm to hear all the boys gathered around the living room, hollering like they won the lotto.

" What's with you guys? "

" We're happy for you, hyung. "

" For what, Chenle? "

" You just came back from the photoshoot with Y/N. There should be some progress. " Renjun questioned with curious eyes.

" Not telling. "

" Yah, stop being so secretive to us. "

" I'm respecting Y/N's privacy Haechan, something you would never do for us. "

But Jeno couldn't help but smile at the events that taken place today as he retreated back into his room.

As he finished showered, Renjun came in the room with a smirk on his face.

" You and Jaemin should be grateful to me. I invited Y/N to have a cook off with Chenle and I on Friday night. "

" She agreed to come? "

" Yup. You guys get to spend more time with her as long as the both of you help out for dinner, this is a win-win situation."

" Thanks man. "

" You guys better be serious about Y/N. She's a nice girl. "

" Yes, boss. "

" I'm actually surprised you're so into her. I thought Jaemin was the one that wanted to bring her into the relationship. "

" I was actually jealous of her at first, because of the attention she was receiving from Jaemin. But then after I spent some time with her that day, I realised that she's really a special one. "

" I don't know much about polyamorous relationships, but I'll still support the decisions that the both of you make. "

" Thanks, Renjun. "

Jaemin ordered a pizza for the both of them to share as Jeno got back later than their dinner time.

They were watching a movie on TV, the others being focused on the plot, but Jeno being lost in his thoughts.

" Is something wrong? " Jaemin whispered.

" No. I was just thinking about what happened today. "

Jaemin snuggled up to Jeno, while taking a huge bite into the pizza, making Jeno coo at him.

" Is there something about Y/N's that's bothering you? "

" No. I enjoyed every moment with her. "

" Then why do you look sad? "

" I'm just confused with my own feelings. How can we love each other but still potentially love another person ?"

" Maybe it's because we never dated any girls before. So we crave for one in our life. "

" But we've never shown interest in other girls. Why Y/N? Why did you like Y/N among all female friends and colleagues we know? "

" I don't know. My first impression of her was that she was a diligent assistant of Mr Kang. Then when we started talking to her, I was hooked on by her shy demeanor. Then I realised that she had a great personality, she's friendly and quirky and so easy to be around. She doesn't treat us like idols, she sees us as human beings. Whenever I'm with her, I feel a sense of freedom or escape."

Jeno nodded at what Jaemin said, connecting the way Jaemin described Y/N to recent events.

" After Y/N, we won't be adding new members into the relationship, right? "

This made Jaemin laugh and nearly choke on his piece of pizza.

" Jeno ah, let's just focus on getting one girl at a time. Plus, if Y/N accepts us, I don't think she'll accept another female in the relationship. Just because we're bisexuals, doesn't mean she is. "

" I'm just checking, because I definitely won't have time for three people. "

" Good to know that my Jeno is a loyal man."

" Chenle, how many times have I told you to get that thing out of the way? "

" What do you mean that thing? It's my sole physical entertainment other than video games. "

Jeno was being stressed about Y/ N coming over for dinner.

On the other hand, Jaemin was busy cleaning the kitchen from the mess Jisung had made from his midnight snack.

Jaemin although didn't show his nervousness as Jeno is, still feels the stress of the expectations he wishes to make for Y/N.

Although all the guys think that Y/N's quite smitten with the both of them after hours debate of what they had experienced from both their alone time with Y/N, Jaemin still wants to take things slowly and start off as good friends.

Y/N seems raw towards the feelings that they think she's feeling for them, so Jaemin and Jeno have decided to make only minor advances and let her sort out her feelings, if she does have feelings for them.

' I hope she does. ' Jaemin thoughts to himself.

Jaemin looked towards Jeno's direction and saw that Jeno's disassembling Chenle's indoor basketball court, dumping it back into its box.

After finishing up with the kitchen, Jaemin checks the fridge a second time to make sure that they had stocked up on groceries for tonight.

Jaemin was about to clear away the take out on the dining table when Renjun stopped him.

" I'll do it. Go take a shower and get dressed."

" Thanks. "

When Jaemin got out of the bath, Renjun pushed Jeno to wash up.

" Shouldn't I shower after cooking dinner? "

" You have to smell and look clean for

Y/N, you can just take another one layer in the night. "

" Any clothing advice, Injunie? "

" She thinks you look cute in pink. "

" You're the best. I can kiss you right now. "

" Save that for Jeno and Y/N, or I'll kick your butt. "

" How do you get so much information out of her? "

" Because we text often. "

" Oh. "

" Why? Are you jealous? "

" I'm just surprised. "

" She's from my home country, she says I remind her of home. "

" That's nice of you. "

" She doesn't have many friends, she reminded me of the time when I first got here. "

" I'll go check the whole place again. "

" Don't be so nervous. "

" I'll try. "

When I got there, Jaemin was waiting for me outside the dorms.

" You didn't have to wait outside for me, it's cold, you would've gotten sick if I wasn't early. "

" I know you're punctual. Plus, it'll be embarrassing if you went to the 127 and WayV's blocks. "

" God, I can't imagine. "

" Why did you bring groceries? "

" Just in case you guys don't have any. "

" Of course we do, we just bought today. I'll help you take those. "

When Jaemin grabs the bags from my hands, I could feel electric shocks up my fingertips, making my cheeks warm in the cold air.

" Thank you. "

When Jaemin opened the door, the first one to greet you was Donghyuck.

" Long time no see, Y/N. Hope you didn't miss me too much, 127 needs me. "

" There's not a day that goes by I don't hear bullshit coming from his mouth. "

" I thought you'd be used to it by now. "

" Yeah, but I thought he would've behaved more with guest around. "

" What are you saying? Y/N isn't a guest, she's like family. Right Y/N? "

" Whatever you say, Hyuck. It's good to see you. "

" Nice place you guys got here, I like the kitchen too. It's bigger than the one I have. "

" You can always move in, Y/N. "

" Yeah right, Lee Soo Man would be on my ass. "

" Chenle! You look so cute with those cat ears. "

" Don't mind them, I lost a bet to Jisung. Come check out this gun I won in pubg."

Jeno walked out of his room when he heard the commotion going on outside, beckoning Renjun to follow.

" Y/N, you're here. Then let's get this started."

We gathered at the kitchen to get ready for the mini cook off.

" Okay, who wants to be in my team? " Renjun looked at everyone expectantly, but had a shock when he realised no one wanted to be on his team.

" I'm picking Chenle and Hyuck. Y/N, you can take Jeno and Jaemin. "

" Hyung, that's not fair. Both your teammates cook often. But Jeno doesn't cook at all, Y/N noona's team is having the losing end. "

" Jisung you are the judge, so go to your room and play games while we cook, no peeking. "

Renjun was giving Jisung the stink eye while everyone of us laughed at their interaction.

" Okay, so what are we cooking? "

" I was planning on cooking sweet and sour pork cutlets and salty egg minced meat steam egg. Sounds good?"

Jeno and Jaemin nodded enthusiastically, hurrying to gather the ingredients as I listed them down.

" Wait, what's salted egg? I don't think we have that in the fridge. "

" Don't worry, Jeno. I bought them at the wet market today, it's in the bag. "

" Got it. "

I made the batter for the cutlets as they break the eggs into a bowl with the minced meat.

" Jaemin, stir this batter. I'll handle the egg. "

I broke two salted eggs and cut the pieces of the yolk into tinier pieces and put them into the bowl of egg, stirring it to space out the ingredients.

When it was ready, I began to steam the egg at the stove.

" Remember Y/N. One stove per team. "

Renjun was looking at me with a smug look on his face as he oversees the two of his friends cooking.

" I see you're making Korean food. "

" And you're making Chinese food. What a way to win Jisung's stomach, but I'm confident he'll love my cooking, he always did. "

" That's because he never ate my cooking before. "

" Oh it's on Y/N. "

The both both of us went back to our respective sides.

Cooking with Jaemin and Jeno was fun, the way Jaemin laughed at Jeno for trying to get the pork to stick to the batter.

I stepped away from my teammates to take a photo of both of them frying the cutlets.

' They suite the domestic theme that's going on here. '

Wait, what am I thinking? God, I need to focus on making the sauce or I'll lose to Renjun.

When we were done, Renjun was arguing about something with Hyuck. While Chenle was coping on cooking alone.

It was one of the funniest sights ever.

Jaemin, being the observant person he was, realised that we haven't cooked the rice.

" Need help? "

" It's just rice, I can handle myself. Go rest on the sofa with Jeno, be with you guys in a bit. "

When I got to the sofa, Jeno had took off his apron to reveal a tight fitting white t shirt.

His muscular built was evident under the thin layer of cotton, I never realised Jeno had such a good built, it was truly a sight to behold.

" I really like your new glasses. "

I had to bring up a topic to distract from Jeno, he's Jaemin's boyfriend for fuck's sake.

" Thanks. You look nice too. "

" It's just a sweater, nothing nice about it to me. "

" The mint colour, it matches well with your hair colour. "

" Thank you. "

I looked away from his gaze, scared that my cheeks were as red as I feared.

" Y/N? "

I looked back at Jeno to see that he was holding a box of chocolates.

" This is for you. As a thank you for cooking dinner. "

" Thank you, I didn't know I'll be receiving any gifts from anyone in Korea. Thank you so much. "

Even though it was just a box of chocolates, it made me happy. I don't have any other friends other than my boss, these guys mean so much to me.

" I'm glad you liked it. "

Jeno placed his hand on my knee as a friendly gesture, but my body acted as if it was the best feeling ever.

The warmth coming from his palm was addicting.

My thoughts were interrupted when Renjun announced that dinner was ready and hollered Jisung out from his room.

We ate dinner with a carefree chatter. I asked Donghyuck about him and Mark balancing the upcoming promotions and them expressing their excitement in working with me again.

" So Jisung, what do you think are the best dishes here? "

" The dishes that I've never ate before today. "

" Have kids they said, they'll be lovely they said. "

" Oh come on, hyung. Don't be too sad about losing to Y/N, Jisung always liked new things. "

" Let me introduce you to some thangs. "

Jeno shut Chenle up with a slice of beef within the second he finished the verse of 127's new song.

" Sorry, he's always been like that. " Jeno said with apologetic eyes.

" Don't worry, Hyuck told me everything about Chenle's crush on Taeyong. "

" Everyone has a crush on Taeyong hyung, ask Jisung. "

" The both of you are weird, case closed."

After dinner, we decided to watch a movie.

Hyuck and Chenle settled on some horror movie called Polaroid.

All of us were wedged on the sofa except for Chenle and Jisung who settled for sitting on the carpeted floor.

I was happily munching on my oreos when a sudden jump scare caught me off guard.

I basically jumped into Jaemin's lap when it happened.

" Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. "

" It's okay. It's called horror for a reason. "

He put his arm around my shoulders.

" There's nothing to be scared of with me around. "

Even though he meant that to be flirty, it still warmed my heart.

From then on, my attention was no longer fully on the movie in front of me. I started noticing little details of Jaemin tonight.

The way his pink sweater matches so well with his fair skin and the feeling of his broad shoulders whenever I leaned onto them.

The scent of Jaemin's cotton fragrance reminded me of waking up on my comfy bed, everything about Jaemin tonight makes my heart soft.

I barely noticed that the movie ended as Renjun announced that we were going to watch a drama that he wanted to watch for a long time.

I always got sleepy during dramas as they just aren't my genre of movies, and this time was no exception.

The only difference from this time and all the other times was the warmth and support I had beside me as I dozed off to slumber.

[lovesick-panmess]

God I just had to write this, lemme actually start before I lose motivation- sorry if it's shit, I'm exhausted

Roman and Virgil did not judge Logan for alot of things, they more so would say that they worried if anything. Like his concerning habit of inhaling an entire jar of Crofters at 3 am with steaming coffee to the side like it's breakfast with the lights off just to hiss at Virgil like a cat guarding itself. Virgil would later deny having any nightmares of this event but couldn't hold back the shiver that consumed him every time he saw that blasted jar. For Roman it was nagging at Logan into self care days with Janus involved, having to remind the most logical of the group that rest and care was important to improve mental and physical health. With some pushing and a few blackmail pictures of Logan drooling on his assignments, somehow by Roman standards he was still photogenic as ever, he maintained a less self-destructive schedule throughly his college with out a single photo being leaked.

So it was safe to say that his friends were never to judge him mostly when some how the one with a brain cell had become feral and lopsided. It was Logan, the same guy who explained through PowerPoint to Roman and Virgil on why they should have more than just a candle in their apartment and somehow exceeding the criteria of 6 slides in the process. Never in the group's wildest imagination that he would be the first one to have a kid. A baby actually. Though to try and say that Logan was all brains and no heart would be a foolish errand.

Everyone knew how Patton came to be, almost mystically dropped off by the side of the road, crying and fussing as his little hands seemed to reach out in hopes of finding comfort only to get the cold, brisk air of that January morning. Immediately calling for help while Logan focused on keeping the baby warm under the warm wool sweater, ignoring the unconscious instinct to coo and the visible red coating the chubby cheeks buried in his chest. It would have been a heartwarming sight if it wasn't so worrying. Virgil airing out his anxieties of where his parents were or what could have happened if the baby had stopped crying with Roman trying to rub his shoulder comforting and keep him from the brink of a panic attack. Janus was on the phone with 911 while Remus was relatively calm and trying to keep the baby wake with noises, enjoying the alertness that kept the situation so mellow but all the more sad.

It would be months later, no legal guardian found and Logan's vast knowledge of the corrupt system that was adoption, it didnt take long for Virgil to confront him while looking at his signature in the bottom to be Patton's legal guardian. His hands shaking but with no regret he turned to his friends, "I just can't leave him.." It quivered with an surprising amount of emotion more than his hands could show, Remus being the one to take his hand and squeeze it to allow comfort to flow through him. "Then don't, Bookdick."

The sudden reminiscent memory made Virgil blink, rubbing his eyes as if he had been taking a long nap just to remember why he thought about how this all started in the first place. The new father was reading outloud one of his student's assignments, skillfully undisturbed by Patton's gurgles and small trailing of spit though his eyes seemed surprisingly aware and stayed on Logan. "Well what do you think Patton? It would seem that Alyssa's argument had been built on lengthy descriptions of philosophical advancements." Again gurgling with the mix of wet clapping flowed, he swirled a bit in his chair to avoid the flying specks of saliva from hitting the paper in his hand, still nodding as if Patton had brought up a noteworthy point. "Yes, I suppose that does make sense though it could weaken her argument." Roman was uncharismatic in trying to stifle his laughter, whether it was at what they were watching or Virgil's own horrifed expression, it was hard to tell.

"You laugh now, but when Patton started insulting your intelligence as a three-year old and has better cognitive skills than you wish you could, don't cry to me." Logan spoke, not looking at the duo as he continued working through the papers. Asking for Patton's advise while gently pulling the pen from his tight grip and ignoring Roman's offended noises. Virgil simply shakes his head, glad that after all these months Logan was still himself with a baby in tow and his own kooky parental guide. Maybe with luck Virgil would be able to stop the Crofters obsession from taking root. His arms hanging off of Logan's shoulder and sheepishly hiding his face into the other's hair, "I'm proud of you Loagn, seriously." The soft gasp from the teacher's lips were memorable as was the babbling in agreement making his heart twist and tighten before releasing itself with a deep breath, "Thank you."

An adorable thought I've had concerning single Dad! Logan and baby! Patton while reading up on child language acquisition:

Logan reading that stereotypical "baby-talk" is bad for children's development and resolving never to use it.

He probably wouldn't have anyway, he thinks it's condescending and considers his son to be way too smart for that sort of thing, but it's always good to have scientific evidence.

So Logan talks to Patton (who is an Actual Baby) the same way he would address any of his adult friends or colleagues and always answers him like he's talking back.

Logan: *reading a newspaper while Patton's sitting in his lap being A Baby* Hmm, Patton, what do you make of all this?

Patton: *Staring up at Logan like he's just seen the sun for the first time* a-da.

Logan: *trying hard not to smile/ start crying* That's...a very interesting position, I hasn't considered that before, thank you.

Patton: *Sticks Logan's tie in his mouth*

Better yet, grocery shopping:

Logan: *looking very seriously down at Patton in the trolley* Now that you are of an age to start eating solids, it is vital for us to foster healthy eating habits.

Patton: *looks back as seriously as he is able, while also chewing on a tiny frog plushie*

Logan: Yes, I know it's disagreeable, but some things must be done, I'm afraid. From now on we will only be stocking nutritious, sugar free snacks in the kitchen. That is what I've decided.

Patton: a-bleh

Logan: Oh, alright fine. I suppose it wouldn't hurt for us to pick up a couple of jars of Crofters. If you insist.

Patton: *starts giggling, kicking his tiny legs in the trolley happily*

Logan: *while physically restraining himself showing his child with kisses and affection in the middle of the store.* Mind your legs please, Patton. Yes I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get some cookies as well. As long as you promise to eat your vegetables first.

Just...Logan raising Patton man, there's no many adorable scenarios in my head.

Logan reads to Patton out of scientific journals and things because he's trying to get him interested in the subject at an early age.

Logan having to get one of those baby carriers that you strap to your chest just so he can get things done throughout the day because Patton wants to be carried all the time.

And once Patton actually does learn how to talk, Logan has an impossible time saying no to anything.

Patton consistently asking random "why" questions and Logan is never, ever, ever too busy to answer. Or even if he is, or if he doesn't know he'll be like "That's an interesting query, let me get back to you on that" and then he does actual research.

Logan, like most parents, fully unironically believes Patton is totally an undiscovered genius.