#I hope this jacket will just be as effective as my 'i'm not okay' shirt was at the mcr concert

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Family Man

Summary: Dabi meets the love of his life and leaves the LoV to care for her and their new baby

m. list / inspired by this post of mine B)

TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF • no one is dead >:( • OOC Dabi, sue me!

Being a parent was always something I dreamed about. When I was little, I used to imagine meeting the man of my dreams and starting a family with him as soon as possible. But with every failed relationship I seemed to have, my hopes that would happen diminished. I was walking home from the hospital I work at when I stumbled across a man with a long black coat and a scarred face. He had black hair and piercings and it looked like his scars had staples where they met the non-scarred skin. He was hunched over and clutching his stomach. I wearily approached him.

"Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly. The sound of my voice made his head shoot up, he looked my straight in my eyes. My [eye color] eyes met his icy blue ones.

"Obviously not," He replied through gritted teeth.

"I can help you, the hospital isn't too far-" he cut me off.

"I can't go to the hospital," He said.

"Why not?" I asked

"Just help me out and maybe I'll tell you afterward," He answered. I nodded and walked over to him.

"Here, I can help you walk. I'll take you to my house, it's not that far from here," I said with a smile. The man rolled his eyes at me and supported himself using my shoulder. We stumbled up a few blocks to my apartment building. It was a cheap place and looked run down, but the quality wasn't horrible. I couldn't complain.

"What happened?" I asked. We were now in my apartment and I had the stranger sitting on one of my kitchen chairs.

"I got stabbed. The fucker got me good too," the man replied.

"Can you uh... Take your shirt off?" I asked. The man smirked a bit at my awkwardness.

"Sure," He replied. He took off his jacket and shirt tauntingly slow. He never gave up eye contact either. He was well built and muscular. He had scars on his stomach that matched his face. A weird part of me found it attractive. But I quickly shook that thought and began working. I looked at the wound and my quirk told me everything I need to know.

My quirk was basically an X-ray without all the machines, and it gave me a description of the wound with what caused it. "You're lucky, if you were stabbed one inch to the right, it would've hit your intestines," I explained.

"How do you know? You haven't even touched me," he asked.

I hummed, "My quirk. Wasn't fit to be a pro, so I became a doctor." I walked away to grab a needle and thread to stitch him. "What's your deal? Are you in a gang or something?"

He hesitated, "You could say that."

I nodded, "Ah ok. At least you weren't some random civilian that got stabbed then."

"What? You think I deserved to be stabbed?" He asked.

"That's not what I meant. No one 'deserves' to be stabbed. I'm just saying crime has been on the rise and I'd hate it if someone defenseless got stabbed. But since you're in a sorta-gang or whatever, then you can handle yourself," I explained.

He scoffed, "Whatever. I kill people, you know. I could kill you right now."

I shrugged, "Doesn't matter. My job is helping the sick and injured, not persecuting them. And done. There, all stitched up and not bleeding."

"What already?" He asked. "I didn't even feel you start."

"Just another part of my quirk. When someone who's hurt talks to me, it gives the same effect painkillers would. Pretty nifty, huh?" I explained. "I'm Y/N by the way. If you're ever injured again, you can stop by. I usually get off work around 10 PM and go in at 8 AM."

"Dabi. I'll keep you to that offer," He simply said before putting his clothes back on and leaving.

"Take care, be safe," I said as I closed the door.

The second time I saw him it was midnight and there were loud knocks at my door. Hurriedly, I rushed to the door and opened it. Dabi was there with a teenage girl in his arms. "I didn't know where else to go," he said. "Please."

"Don't just stand there! Put her on the counter!" I instructed. I pushed everything that was on my counter to the floor to make room for the girl. Dabi gently placed her down and I scanned her body. She had 2 stab wounds on her lower stomach and large lacerations on her arms and legs. "Who did this? What happened? Try waking her up, I need her to speak to me so she doesn't feel any pain."

"We were trying to get more recruits for our group. Apparently we messed with the wrong gang. They went crazy and started attacking us," Dabi explained. He tapped the girls face and gently woke her up.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"Hi, I'm Y/n and I'm going to help you out, okay? Can you tell me about yourself?" I was cleaning the cuts on her arm first. I couldn't start stitching the stab wounds until she was awake and speaking to me.

"My name is Himiko Toga. It's nice to meet you," she answered. I wrapped her arm with bandages and moved to her legs.

"Hi, sweetie. How old are you?" I asked. She was starting to get more awake and that's all I needed.

"I'm 16, how old are you?"

"I'm 22, do you feel any pain?"

She looked at her bloodied badge wildly, "No-no but I'm sure I should? I'm bleeding!"

"Don't worry, it's just my quirk. You're gonna be okay. Dabi, can you dress this real quick? I want to stitch her quickly before she loses too much blood," I asked.

Dabi nodded and grabbed the bandages from my hand. He wrapped her leg wounds as I started to stitch the first stab wound on her stomach. "I need you to keep talking to me, okay? It can be anything, just keep talking," I said. Himiko nodded.

"Well I saw this really cute kitten! It was adorable! It was so small. It was gray with brown spots! I'm gushing just thinking about it! While me and patchwork were on our mission, one of the gang members looked soooo cute! Her hair was really pretty. Almost as pretty as yours! You're really pretty, by the way. I bet you'd look even cuter if you bled a little!~"

"Done! And thank you for the compliments, but I'm not really a big fan of bleeding. Would you like a change of clothes? I can grab something of mine real quick," I offered. Himiko nodded and sat up. I left the room and went to my closet. I tried taking her clothes into account for what she'd like. I settled for a white skirt and pink cardigan with a white undershirt. Just as I was about to walk back into my kitchen, I heard the two talking.

"She's super pretty, and nice! You should totallyyy try getting with her~," Himiko said.

Dabi scoffed, "As if she'd like someone like me. Incase you forgot, we kill people for a living. She saves them. As pretty and nice as she is, no one can look past that fact."

"Ooo so you totally would if the circumstances were different!!"

Dabi shrugged, "Who wouldn't?"

I walk over to them and hand Himiko the clothes. "Here you go, hon. You can go change in my bathroom, it's the first door down the hallway." Himiko nodded and walked to my bathroom to change. I turned to face Dabi. "You okay? Any wounds?"

He shrugged, "None that are too deep."

"I can dress them if you want. I'd rather they didn't get infected," I said. He rolled his eyes but didn't stop me from pushing him into a chair. He had some scratches on his face I hadn't noticed before, along with surface-level gashes on his arm.

"Why do you even care?" He asked. I was cleaning the blood from his cheek. Our faces were only centimeters apart. I looked into his eyes and blushed wildly.

"Everyone deserves to have someone who cares. I'm here to take care of you whenever you need me," I replied kindly. He scoffed.

"I don't deserve this," He said.

"Why not?"

He hesitated, feelings were something he obviously wasn't good with. "You're too nice. And I'm... me."

"I'm not 'too nice'," I replied. "I just... do what I can. Everyone deserves someone in their corner. And, even if I don't support what you do, I'm here for you and whoever else needs my help."

I was done bandaging him and Himiko came out of the bathroom. "I'm ready! Do I look cute?~"

"The cutest girl in the whole world," I replied happily.

"Thank you!" Himiko replied. She jumped into my arms and squeezed me. "Can I have your number? I need more girls in my life."

"Sure, do you have your phone?" I asked.

"Yep! Right here!" She pulled her phone out and handed it to me. I put my contact in and handed it back.

"Feel free to come over whenever. You don't need to be injured to hang out," I said to Himiko. I turned to Dabi, "That goes to you too."

He scoffed, "Yeah, whatever. C'mon, crazy."

He and Himiko left my house. "Take care, be safe," I said to them as I closed the door.

I was walking to my apartment when I saw Dabi standing outside my door. It had been 2 months since we first met. In those two months, he was consistently coming over. I noticed with each time he was less hurt. "Dabi? What's up? You okay?" I doted. I scanned over his body and saw no injuries.

He sighed, "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just... I don't know. I can leave if you want."

"What? No, of course not. Come in," I replied. I unlocked my door and let him in. "I was just about to make some dinner."

"What're you gonna make?" He asked.

I rubbed my neck sheepishly, "I was going to make some ramen. Sorry, if I knew you were coming, I would've prepared something."

He just shrugged, "You work long shifts, I don't mind. As long as I'm with you."

I flushed. "You don't mean that."

"Why wouldn't I?" Dabi asked. "You... you're good to be around. I don't know... You... You're safe."

I smiled brightly, "Well, I enjoy being around you too." I finished our ramen bowls and brought them to the living room. I placed the two bowls on the coffee table. I sat down and Dabi sat beside me. Even though the couch was medium-sized and there was way more room, we were shoulder to shoulder. I handed him the remote. "Put on whatever you want."

He nodded and put on a random horror movie. "So, what'd you do today?" He asked.

"Hmm. Well, I went home early because we were double-staffed so they sent me home. Which is so stupid? Like I literally have the x-ray and painkillers built into me. And, get this, my replacement was some girl whose quirk is growing hair. Not to quirk shame, but c'mon!" I complained. "I'm not too shocked though, my manager hates me. We used to have a fling but I broke up with him because he cheated on me. And he's not over me?! Ugh, boys are so stupid. No offense."

Dabi hummed in acknowledgment, "Sounds rough."

I sighed, "Yeah. But it's ok. You're here now. What did you do today?"

"Normal league things. I got into an argument with our leader. I couldn't stand being with him. I wasn't sure where else to go, so I came here," Dabi explained.

"You're always welcome here, you know," I said.

He hesitated. "Yeah. I know."

I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up with my head on Dabi's shoulder and his head on mine. I blushed wildly. I lightly pushed him off of me and let him lay down fully on the couch. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over him. It was 7 am and I had to work in an hour, so I decided to make a small breakfast. I got instant pancake mix and made a couple pancakes for Dabi when he woke up. I made a few extra on a separate plate for Himiko if he saw her today. I wrote a note for him.

We fell asleep watching the movie last night whoops :,) I made you some pancakes and there should be a few extra for Himiko if you see her today (but if youre extra hungry, feel free to eat them all!! I didn't tell her about them ;) ) visit me again sometime? I enjoyed your company <3

- Y/N

Dabi has been visiting me everyday for the past two weeks. He always came around 11 PM and stayed until 2 AM. Usually, though, we'd fall asleep on the couch. It was weirdly domestic. Whenever I heard his knock at my door, a feeling of unbeatable happiness overcame me. When he walked in, it felt different. I wasn't sure how or why, but something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I did a scan and he had no injuries, which made me even more confused.

"My boss wants to know who I keep sneaking off to see," Dabi said. He rubbed his neck. "He wants to meet you. Everyone does."

"Oh, ok. That's fine. Um they're not gonna like... Hurt me right?"

Dabi's eyes widened. "No. And if they try anything, I have you."

I sighed, "Okay. So like... Right now... Orrrrrr?"

He nodded, "Right now preferably."

"Ok, let me just change out of my pajamas," I said. He nodded and sat on my couch. He made himself at home as he always did. I put on sweatpants and a T-shirt. It wasn't too cold outside so I wasn't worried. I put on my sneakers and walked over to Dabi. "Ready?" He nodded and we left my apartment.

It was a 10 minute walk to his base. In that time he was growing more and more anxious. We were just outside the entrance when I stopped him. "Are you okay? Like seriously, what's up?" I placed my hands on his arms to stop him from moving.

"It's nothing. It's stupid," He said.

"it's not stupid if it's affecting you," I replied.

He sighed. "It's just... God this is pathetic... I just don't want you to like them more... than... you... like... me..." He hesitated on his words as he went on.

I giggled but hid it behind one of my hands. "You're jealous! That's so cute."

He scoffed, "Yeah, yeah. Adorable." He refused to meet my eyes. But I grabbed his face and gently tilted it down to look at me.

"You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna leave you," I said. His eyes lightened and he sighed.

"Whatever. Let's just meet them," He replied. I nodded and he grabbed my hand to lead me inside. Immediately, Himiko jumped in my arms.

"Y/n-channnn!~" She cheered as she spun us around.

"Himi-chan!" I greeted back. "How are you?"

"I'm good! Did you get the cat picture I sent you?" She asked.

"Yes! He was so cute! Did you see the makeup look I sent you?"

"Yesss!! You looked so cute! I loved the red, it almost looked like blood!~"

"I knew you'd like it! That's why I did it!" I giggled. The two of us were holding hands and excitedly talking. Unbeknownst to me, Dabi was talking with a guy with light blue hair; their boss.

"This is the girl you've been meeting?" He asked.

"Yeah. She's something, isn't she?" He had a faint, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. Shigaraki cleared his throat and I turned my attention to him. I forgot about everyone else I was meeting, I was just really happy to see Himiko.

"I'm so sorry! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/n L/n," I introduced. I extended a hand out to their boss, but Dabi pushed it down. I spared him a confused glance before looking back at the boss.

"Shigaraki. Dabi has told us a lot about you," He said.

"All good things, I hope?" I joked lightly. Shigaraki just hummed. I turned to the rest of the League. They were all in their villain outfits. One of them had a full body suit on with the mask being half grey and half black. One of them wore a full suit; the button-up was orange-red and he had a top hat with a mask on. Another was a lizard with purple hair and a red torn up scarf, something that obviously drew inspiration from Stain: The Hero Killer. And the final man was... made of gas? He was purple and black and sort of looked like a weird cloud.

"it's nice to meet you guys as well," I said with a wave. The man in the body suit approached me, and looked me up and down before jumping excitedly.

"Oh it's gonna be so fun to have someone new around!" He said. Then his personality completely shifted. "No it won't. Yes it will. No. Yes."

I just kinda stared at him awkwardly. I looked to Dabi for some help and he pulled me away from him. "That's Twice," he introduced. "He's a little crazy." I nodded.

"No problem! I was just a little concerned," I replied. The lizard man grabbed my attention.

"I'm Spinner. Hey, do you happen to know who the Hero Killer is?"

"I know of him, yeah," I shrugged.

"Do you agree with him?" Spinner asked.

"Well, I think there are a lot of fake heroes but like I don't think anyone deserves to die. I see a lot of people close to death with my job, and each time it doesn't get any easier," I answered.

"You do know who you're talking to right?" The top hat wearing one asked.

"Yeah, you know we kill people, right?" Shigaraki asked.

"Yeah I know. I don't support it. But, my job isn't persecuting criminals; it's helping people. So, even if I could never do what you guys do, I don't hate you or think lowly of you," I explained.

Shigaraki approached me, he placed four fingers on my shoulder and Dabi tensed. "What are you doing?" He asked.

Shigaraki smirked, "What makes you trust us? We could kill you right now."

I showed no fear. I looked him in his eyes. His red ones met my own. "I don't trust you. Nothing is stopping you from killing me. But... I don't think Dabi would walk me into a situation he knew I wouldn't leave from. I trust him and Himiko."

Shigaraki scoffed, his grip on my shoulder tightened. His index finger, which he was keeping off my shoulder, was inching closer and closer slowly. It was as if he wanted a reaction from me or someone else. I was about to say something when Dabi shoved him away from me.

"Quit it, will you?" He said gruffly, clearly annoyed. "You're lucky I even dragged her here to meet your ugly ass."

"Going soft, Dabi?" Shigaraki asked. Dabi didn't answer. He just grabbed my hand and we walked back to my apartment. His hand never left mine.

When we got home and the door was shut, he looked me up and down - as if trying to find an injury. I recognized the habit as one of my own whenever he was at my door. "Hey I'm okay," I reassured.

"The... The reason they wanted to meet you was because I've been talking about you. A lot," he said with a sigh as he lazed about on my couch. I joined him and sat curled up on his chest. These past few months have been the best of my life. He, despite being a serial killer, was safe.

"And what do you tell them?" I ask.

"I tell them I want to be with you," he admits. I could tell it wasn't easy as he hesitated on his words and his heartbeat quickened. I looked up at him.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's not going to be... easy liking me and I get it if you don't like me like that. Except, I might have to kill you cause this is too embarrassing to not kill over." Now, normally if a mass murderer says something like this, I'd be concerned. But Dabi said it in a light way. There may have been some truth but I don't think he'd ever kill me... Right?

"Nothing is ever easy. I thought you were cute the minute I saw you shirtless in my kitchen," I joked. "I like you too, Dabi."

He hesitated greatly at my words. "...Touya. My name is Touya."

My eyes widened, "Woah wait what? Dabi isn't your real name?"

He looked at me quizzically. "No?? What kind of name is Dabi for a baby??"

"I don't know! I thought your parents hated you or something!"

"I mean, you could say that. My old man is a piece of shit to put it lightly. I was sick of the way things were going so I... Faked my death and became a villain."

"I'm sorry, Touya. I can't imagine," I said gently. I sat up from his chest and made him look at me. There was something so cute about him, about us. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face closer to his. I closed my eyes as well and our lips connected halfway.

In that moment, we were eternal. Nothing else mattered. The cars that sped down the street and the dogs that barked, all those noises were drowned out simply by the feeling of being so close to someone else. His hands traveled to my waist and he pulled me into his lap. My hand moved from his face to his shoulder to support myself. We disconnected our lips from each other after a minute, taking deep breaths and admiring the other.

"Maybe I am going soft," He mumbles. I didn't hear him though. I was already passed out sitting in his lap.

Two months into dating and Touya practically lives with me. Some of his clothes were in my closet and drawers, I had his favorite foods constantly stocked in my cabinets and fridge, and he even had his own toothbrush in my bathroom. We were sitting on my couch when I got a call from my sister, I looked puzzled and paused our show.

"[Sisters name]? What's up?" I asked. Dabi was about to ask me something but I held a finger up. He scoffed, crossed his arms, and pushed me away dramatically. "You want me to watch your kid..? Um yeah sure! Drop him off at my house." She hung up quickly after the confirmation.

"Who was that?" Dabi asked.

"My sister. We haven't spoken in 2 years and suddenly she has a kid and wants me to babysit? Ugh," I groaned.

He just hummed. "Do you think she's gonna freak out when she sees my face?"

"considering the fact it's on wanted posters; probably," I loving tap his cheek and he rolls his eyes. I was about to move off the couch but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Do you want kids?" He asked. It was the question I was both dreading and incredibly excited for.

"I would like some, yes. But with work and everything I don't know if I'd be able to," I replied.

"What? Like it's a one person job?" He teased.

I rolled my eyes. "With the people I used to date, I knew it would've been. How about you, Mr. Murder?"

"I used to think starting a family would be out of the picture for me but I don't know if that's the case anymore," he replied simply. He said it so casually I thought I was reading too deep into things.

"Y-you want to to have a family with me?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I don't know who else I'd rather have one with. Besides, we'd make cute babies."

My sister arrived with my nephew. It was our first time meeting and I'm sure it was likely going to be the last. I brought Kam to the living room and introduced him to Touya.

"Kam, this is Touya. Touya, this is Kam," I said.

"Are those real?" Kam asked, pointing at Touya's face.

"My scars?" Touya asked. Kam nodded. "Yeah, bud. They're real. I got into a really bad accident when I was younger. They don't scare you, do they?"

Kam shook his head immediately. "No! They look super cool!"

Touya smiled. "Yeah?"

"Mhm!" Kam replied with an innocent smile on his face. Touya looked at me with a soft smile of his own. He had a look in his eyes as he played and talked to Kam. It was nothing I'd seen before. His eyes were full of fatherly love.

It was around 5 when the three of us were curled up on the couch. My head rested on Touya's chest and Kam sat on Touya's lap. He had protective arms wrapped around us. Kam was already sleeping and I was about to lull off myself, but then Touya started speaking.

"We should have one," He said. "These couple hours have been better than I could've imagined."

"You know it isn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows, right? If we have one it's gonna be a newborn and it'll cry all the time," I replied.

"Do you not want one?"

"I do. I really do. But, I don't want to force you into a commitment you're not ready for. Kids are a handful."

"I know. But... My life has been totally different these past months and it's because of you. Fuck, princess, I don't know what kind of drug you are but I'm addicted. You make me want to be a better person. But I know even if I wasn't, you'd still be there. You're the best damn thing in my life."

"Look at you getting all sappy on me," I teased.

"Forget it then," He scoffed. I rolled my eyes and moved off his chest to look at him in his eyes. I placed a hand on his cheek and and kiss him.

"I'm only teasing. You're the best thing in my life too. Before I met you, I was just in a constant loop. My days would feel the same and my life didn't feel worth it. Even if you're a crazy murderer, you're my crazy murderer."

He sarcastically smiled and rolled his eyes. "I think I'm the more sane one in this relationship."

"Only because I got you started on meds," I shrugged. "If you're serious, we can have a baby."

"Of course I'm serious. I just... Don't want to be like my dad."

"And you're not gonna. I'm not worried about that in the slightest. I can keep you in check."

"Yeah, I know you can, doll," He breathed out a sigh. He looked down at his lap as Kam shifted to get comfortable. His smile met his eyes as he leaned his head against mine.

I woke Touya up with an at-home pregnancy test in my hand. The two lines on it made me feel anxious. I was worried he wouldn't actually want to have a kid, that maybe he just said it to make me feel better. "Touya," I said as I shook him awake.

"Hm? I'm trying to sleep, princess," He groaned into his pillow. By this time, he was fully living in my apartment. I got new pillows and sheets, we painted the walls, and hung up photos of us together. It really felt like a home.

"You might want to wake up," I said. "Something happened."

He shot up almost immediately. He looked at me and scanned my body as if he had my quirk. Then his eyes fell onto my hands with the pregnancy test in their grasp. He looked at me shocked and then he grabbed the test. He saw the two lines and breathed deeply. "We're going to be parents?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," I choked. "I understand if you don't want me to have it... I know we talked about it a lot but I get it if you... want.. to.. leave..?" I looked down and refused to meet his eyes. He sighed.

"After all this time, you really think I'm going to leave you?" He asked. He grabbed my face and looked at me so sincerely. "We're gonna be parents, princess. I'll leave the league, I'll try seeing what I can do to become reformed, I want to be with you."

"You mean it?"

"Never wanted anything more in my life."

Touya came home from visiting the League with a bruise on his face. I rushed over to him immediately. "What happened?" I doted.

"They couldn't believe I was leaving. Me and Scratchy got into a fight," He smiled. "They want to see our baby when he's born and Crazy says you need to text her."

It had been three months since Touya started his reformation process. It wasn't easy. I was basically a glorified babysitter. He was put on meds that blocked his quirk, something I knew he hated. But he kept going for me. Today was finally the day we were going to see his siblings. His father, Endeavor, was someone he wanted nothing to do with. Even after all the therapy he went through, nothing could shake the hatred he felt. His natural hair was showing now, he stopped dying it black and it was now a bright white. I wore a simple light purple dress and Touya had black jeans and a dark purple button-up on.

"What if they don't like me?" I groaned as we walked to his house.

"I should be the one worrying about that. You're not a serial killer," Touya grumbled.

"Former serial killer," I chimed. He rolled his eyes. I looked up and we were on the Todoroki Family's doorstep. "Are you ready?"

He shrugged, "Only been a decade or so since I saw them."

I huff and knock on the door. A girl opens it, Fuyumi I assume. "Hi, I hope you were informed about our visit..." I asked worriedly. Touya was standing awkwardly at my side.

"No, I'm sorry. Who are you?" Fuyumi asked.

My heart dropped. "I'm your brother's girlfriend, and this is Touya." I introduced the two for him, I knew he wouldn't be able to. Fuyumi's eyes widened.

"Touya?" She gasped. She looked at his scarred face and blue eyes. A look of recognition flashed behind her own.

"Hey, Yumi," Touya replied. He acted casual, but I could tell it was eating him up inside. There was so much he wanted to say, but no words could describe.

"Does Dad know you're here?" she asked.

Touya tensed. "He knows we're here, but I refuse to see him." His sister hummed.

"Well, come in. Tell us where you've been!" She said kindly. She led the two of us in and sat us down at the table. "Nats! Sho! Come down here!"

Touya was growing more and more anxious. He couldn't stop the feeling of anxiety that crawled within him. I placed my hand in his and squeezed tightly, he gently sighed and took deep breaths. Natsuo and Shoto came down, they were expecting dinner and not their long-lost brother and his girlfriend, obviously.

"Who are they?" Shoto asked.

"Touya?" Natsuo said, amazed. Shoto looked at Touya shocked. Natsuo pushed past Fuyumi and Shoto and embraced Touya tightly. I smiled at the sight.

Touya and I sat at the table as he reconnected with his siblings. After the initial shock of seeing him wore off, they welcomed him with open arms. We still hadn't told them the "big news" so to speak.

"We didn't come here just to meet and catch up," Touya said. He glanced at me and I looked down slightly. "Are you two getting married?" Fuyumi asked. I blushed viciously. "N-no!" "Well?" Natsuo prompted. Touya looked at me and I nodded. "She's pregnant," Touya explained. All three of their eyes widened. Fuyumi immediately started doting on me and cheerfully checked over my body. Natsuo patted Touya on his back and Shoto was just stunned. "Oh my god! How far along are you?" Fuyumi asked. "14 weeks," I answered. "I hope you guys aren't too shocked." "Well, our brother comes back from the dead with a girlfriend and a baby on the way... I think we can be a little shocked," Natsuo said. I laughed a bit. "You're having a kid out of wedlock?" Shoto asked. "Yeah," Touya said as he rubbed his neck. "It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment decision." "At that exact moment sure, but we talked about it beforehand," I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I'm not complaining," He teased. I blushed and stuck my thumb down at him. Shoto made a fake throw-up noise and Natsuo looked away with a soft smile. Fuyumi shook her head.

"How are you going to tell Dad?" She asked. Touya shrugged, "Simple. We're not. He'll find out when he finds out but he won't hear it from either of us." Fuyumi just nodded. "I'm glad to have you back, Touya." "Me too!" Natsuo agreed. "It is nice," Shoto added. Touya just sheepishly rubbed his neck again, he clearly wasn't expecting so much support. "It's good to be back," Touya said.

Our baby woke up crying for the third time that night. It was now one full year since Touya started reforming. He went to all his mandatory meetings, took his meds, and went through extensive therapy. I was about to get up but my white-haired boyfriend stopped me. Even though he seemed annoyed, I could see the love in his eyes from just knowing our baby was alive and with us. He was happy because we had a family. "I'll get him, princess," He said. He pushed me back to lying down and pulled the blanket back over my body. I smiled at him and watched as he went over to the crib we set up in our room. He held our baby in his hands and cradled him tightly as he rocked him back to sleep. After a few minutes, our baby fell back asleep. Touya smiled and gently placed him back in the crib.

Touya crawled into bed with me and held me close. "Thank you," Touya whispered into my hair. "For what?" I asked, snuggling into him further. "Giving me something to live for," He replied.

BONUS!

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[what-have-i-unleashed]

ok some freaky scenario in my head right now...

(cw: exhibitionism kink, lemon writing (not detailed but still))

maybe it's after a mission and killer and dust are in the same room idling around. then killer gets bored and glances at dust with a particular look on his face. killer does a kabedon on dust and it's super effective! killer is all smarmy like "hey babygirl~" and dust wants to punt him so badly but also he cannot lie - this scene is kinda doing something to him.

and dust's hands bunch around killer's shirt, twitching, unsure if he wants to push killer away or pull him close. after some time, with much of killer's incessant dirty talk, dust finally pulls him in. and they just start having freaky sex against the door right there and then, both panting and moaning and dust trying to keep it down because they're still in a public space.

and then there's a knock on the door, and dust freezes in place, making killer stop too. it's horror on the other side, grumbling, "killer, you done in there or what?"

"almost," killer replies, his voice breathy and his eyes still trained on dust's face. "give me a few minutes and i''ll finish."

and killer starts moving again inside dust, slowly but surely, regardless of their other teammate just on the other side of the door they're having sex against. and dust just stares at killer in disbelief, but he can't help the arousal building in him. he covers his mouth to stop his moans coming through.

"you got what nightmare ordered?" dust can hear horror's voice travel through the wooden layer.

"yup. just need to clean up a bit here. have some other business to attend to."

dust can't understand how killer's voice can remain so cheerful and stable despite the act they're in right now. a particularly hard thrust has dust let out a tiny squeak and the door gives a thump as he whimpers.

"... what's that?"

"just banged my leg against the desk. nothing to worry about, handsome~"

there's nothing but silence on the other end. then sounds of shuffling. and then everything is quiet again. killer leans into dust's face, whispering.

"figured he's gone?"

dust removes his hand away from his mouth. his chin and his hand are covered in saliva. he glares half-heartedly at killer.

"... fucking... asshole..."

killer hums, "yeah, i'm fucking you right now, dustbunny," killer gives a thrust that almost leaves dust unbalanced on his toes. "also, don't think i didn't notice how tight you were gripping onto me earlier. someone's got a kink~"

whatever protests dust have is swept away in his moans and little breathy 'aah-aah' sounds, increasingly louder as he feels killer hitting his spot. his hands grab onto killer's jacket from behind, trying to force him move closer, harder, faster. killer happily obliges, burying his face in dust's neck as he nips at the bones there.

they go at it for a while, becoming more frantic and desperate, uncaring of the open space surrounding them. dust can feel it so close. so close already. he opens his mouth, ready to urge killer to-

"you guys done in there or what?"

horror's bored voice echoes through the door, making dust tense up and see white little stars in his vision. he gasps, trying to come down from the high as he feels killer release inside of him and purr contently against his chin. dust's legs feel like jelly, and he would fall over if not for killer's tight hold on him.

"coming, big guy~" killer cheers. "we're done here. hope you got a great show."

"it was okay."

"just okay?!" killer gasps, all fake indignation. "didn't know you have such high standards for entertainment. maybe dusty can show you some next time."

dust has never wanted to hit killer's smug face so hard right now. but, he has to stop his bodily tremors first, still sensitive in its aftershock. and then, he'll have his revenge on killer the moment he least expects it. for sure.

[mrhaitch]

Hello Mr.Haitch!!

I hope you’re having a fun weekend at your parents ^^

1) Do you have any phobias? Or a general disgust for something? For instance, reptiles of any and every kind, make my skin crawl.

Just an hour ago, I was in my balcony, and my soul almost left my body as I peeped a house lizard in the corner. I’m kinda ashamed to say that I shrieked like a banshee, to the amusement of my neighbor in the apartment opposite mine😭 I think all the lizards should be wiped out right alongside the ducks…the lizards disgust me🫠

2) I’m gonna ask you the same question I asked Haitch yesterday— if you were to be an anime baddie villain , what would be your default outfit and theme song? Bonus- what would be your special power or weapon? And in this villain arc will Haitch be your partner in crime?

3) Between you and Haitch who is a better driver? Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?

Or a horse? (When I was in middle school I had to choose between horse riding and skating as extra curriculars and for some reason my mum thought that horse riding was a safer option lol. I haven’t ridden a horse in forever)

4) Do your kids like watching cartoons? Is there any cartoon that you hate but your kids love?

5) Lastly, I’m gonna start studying for my French B1 level DELF certification exam (which is in three months) any pointers you could give me? I’m actually very nervous about that exam

Thank you for your time, I hope you have a relaxing weekend~

1. Heights, spiders (but I still deal with them), and cars. Well, car crashes to be specific - I walked away from a couple of big ones when I was a kid so I'm not the most stoic of passengers at times. I've got a good handle on it now, and am a fairly confident driver.

2. Jesus. Okay.

The outfit would be something practical, probably along similar lines to what I wear on stage: black t-shirt and black utility trousers with a pair of sturdy boots, probably accompanied by some kind of jacket (basically what I wear now).

Music wise: if we're going villain arc, let's make it something tragic. It'd have to be something by Breaking Benjamin (Feed the Wolf) or A Day to Remember (2nd Sucks).

Special weapons and powers: a whole host of medieval weaponry, probably supported by extreme durability or maybe teleportation.

3. Haitch, definitely. I can ride neither.

4. They do, and none come to mind honestly. We all love Bluey.

5. I'm terrible with languages, but I'd look at past advice given on how to structure study time effectively to avoid burnout.

[astr0exe]

K9 [COD MEN (POLY??) X M!READER] : CH2

Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.3

CAS’ MASTERLIST !!

reader is transmac and autistic cause i said so :)

AO3 VERSION : K9

SUMMARY: K9 gets to know the boys even if he doesnt know how to hold a conversation

(feeling so bored transferring all this)

(absolutely terrified that my writings bad but oh well)

(enjoy chapter two!!)

(projecting into the character againnnn)

CW : Swearing + reader vaping + Alcohol Consumption

CHAPTER 2

Third Person POV :

As K9 sat down on the near-disintegrating couch next to Soap, Bucky decided to scour the room and hesitantly move towards the other men in the room. "Let's play a game so we can get to know each other!" Soap suggested excitedly. "Uhhh what's the game?" Gaz replied wearily, scared for what Soap had in mind.

“Never have I ever but as a drinking game? either that or truth or dare!” Soap nagged chuckling softly as he saw the fear in the boys' eyes.

”Umm sure why not I’ll play I wanted to get to know you all anyway..” K9 trailed off awkwardly squirming in his seat when everyone turned in surprise that he agreed.

”Well the boys don’t have a choice if you agree so!” he says as he stands, “let me go get the shot glasses and the alcohol and I will be right back! Don’t have too much fun without me!” he smirks as he walks out the room.

With Soap out of the room, it became deadly silent. Bucky padded over to Gaz slowly,” Hi boy, How's it going?” he addressed the dog, Bucky sniffed his hand and huffed calmly looking back to his owner for permission. K9 just smiled and nodded happy that his dog wasn’t ripping his team apart.

”He is really cute.” Gaz states, looking over at K9 noticing the chipped nail varnish he has on and his lack of eye contact. “Umm Yeah he has been there for me when I needed him” ___ responds softly, slowly they grab a vape from their pocket.

”Umm Do you guys mind if I use this in here I would smoke a cigarette but we are inside so this is my only option.” ___ asked carefully, afraid to offend his new team members.

”Nah we don’t mind lad.” Responded Ghost calmly, noticing how anxious K9 seemed.

Soap bounded back into the room excitedly, getting sniffed by Bucky as he placed the vodka and glasses on the creaking coffee table. “Okay let's get started!” Soap explained whilst pouring the drinks. “I’ll start, Never have I ever set fire to something out of boredom.” GazK9 and Soap both took a shot.

----- Time skip cause I cba writing the whole game -----

With everyone officially tipsy if not more drunk Gaz's gasped and asked brazenly, "K9 what's that flag on your jacket?!" with everyone in the room now looking at ___'s chest patch he knew he was going to have to explain.

"Umm it's the trans flag, I'm transmasculine. So I was born female at birth. I uh hope this doesn't effect your thoughts about me." K9 mumbled worried they would react badly. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as his bottom lip started quivering.

"Aww K9 come here," Soap started whilst opening his arms up to the near shaking man. "You're still a man bonnie {beauty}, I don't know about the others but I know that to me, you are still a lad." K9's tears started falling halfway through Soap's little speech, ___'s sobs racking his body, his tears soaking through Soap's t-shirt as they stayed huddled together. "Lad I don't think of you any differently. Thank you for telling us. Proud of you." Gaz explained kindly. Now all eyes were on Ghost.

"I couldn't care less what you have in your pants you're still a guy." Stated Ghost blandly but with a hint of softness. His eyes crinkled partially at the sides. Soap and K9 stayed cuddled up." Speaking of your pants ___ can I get in them handsome?" Soap flirted but K9 couldn't tell if he was joking or not and his whole face erupted into a red hue like a volcano, his brain short-circuiting. The boys all decided to tease ___ on the fact he looked like a tomato.

As the night grew later, everyone relaxed due to the company and the alcohol coursing through their veins, Ghost noticed Bucky nudging K9 with his nose. Confused Ghost strode over to where Soap and K9 were still cuddling and noticed he was asleep. Soap slowly stood up whilst holding ___ in his arms, smiling down at their resting form. Ghost and Gaz followed behind Soap with Bucky padding after his owner.

Walking through the near silent halls they mumbled between themselves,"K9 is gonna fit in great!" Gaz cheered. "Yeah he seems alright." whispered Ghost as he secretly admired the sleeping man. Soap just nodded, agreeing with them both.

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Wrestling

Alex cursed under his breath. Today was the public audition at the community center of his town and he was late already. He had been so busy trying to get everything ready that he didn't realize it was almost ten o'clock when he left home. He just hoped that him being late wouldn't have an effect on his chances of getting picked.

He walked into the building and looked around for someone who could tell him where he should go. Luckily, the young receptionist woman was very friendly and showed him to a small waiting room. Inside, there was only one other person: A tall, thin man with dark hair and eyes, who was wearing a black suit with a blue tie and sat very upright in his chair. His face didn't look unattractive, but had a stern look about it.

"Hi, I'm Alex" said Alex and briefly wondered if he was underdressed. Were suits required for the audition? Alex was wearing jeans and a light jacket because he wanted to be comfortable during the day. Maybe he should have worn something more formal after all...

The man raised his eyebrows and turned to Alex. "I am Cade," he replied. "Nice to meet you."

"You too!" said Alex enthusiastically, relieved that this would probably not be a long wait like he feared.

They began talking about their interests and backgrounds, quickly discovering they had quite a few things in common, like, for example a small passion for the theatre.

Alex was about to inquire more about what role Cade was auditioning for, when he noticed a small object on the table next to them: A small coin, with an unusal shine to it. As he leaned forward to take a closer look at it, he realized it wasn't just shiny; it also shimmered slightly, as if it were glowing.

"What's that?", Alex asked and Cade seemed interested as well.

"Interesting", he said and took the coin to give it a closer examination. However, as Cade was looking at the coin, it quickly shimmered and vanished into thin air.

"Hey, did you see that?" asked Cade curiously.

"No..." replied Alex confused.

"It disappeared!"

"Maybe it was just a reflection or something..." Alex said. He was suddenly feeling a bit light-headed.

Cade on the other hand produced a hankerchief to wipe his forehead. "It suddenly seems a bit hot in here. Did they turn up the heat?"

"Yeah, maybe." Alex answered and felt another wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't find it particularily hot, but he felt strange all over. Cade was visibly sweating and loosened his tie.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know... I feel weird..." Alex mumbled.

Suddenly, a sudden gust of wind blew through the waiting room and sent papers flying everywhere. The door slammed shut with a bang and locked itself.

"What's going on...?" Alex said, alarmed. He got up from his chair and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

Cade didn't reply but instead was fanning himself air. "It's just too warm!" he said, fidgeting on his suit. "Do you mind if I loosen my shirt?"

"Uh, no, go ahead." Alex said hesitantly.

Cade undid his top button and pulled his collar away from his neck. "I think that will help."

Alex looked back and saw that Cade had wet patches of sweat under his arms already. Weird, it really wasn't that warm in here. However, Alex had trouble standing steady, so he opted to sit down next to Cade again. They both watched as Cade continued to fan himself and soon enough, his clothes were soaked in sweat.

"Oh dear, this is uncomfortable..." Cade muttered, sitting uncomfortably in his chair.

"You can take off your shirt if you want", Alex offered. Something was very wrong with him. Not only was he feeling kind of weak and light-headed, to his embarassement, he also noticed his cock getting hard. It took him a moment to understand why. It was the way Cade, or Cades sweat, was smelling. This didn't make sense, though. Alex had been in gyms before and he was straight as an arrow - why was the smell of another mans sweat turning him on so much? And yet, it did. He couldn't stop thinking about how good it smelled.

Cade hesitated for a bit before nodding shortly. He looked really uncomfortable unbuttoning his dress shirt like that, but apparently he was feeling so much heat that it sounded like a good alternative either way.

When Cade finally took off his shirt, Alex could hardly believe his eyes. From his frame, Alex would have thought that Cade was thin and well-groomed. On the contrary though, Cades torso appeared to be suprisingly fit. There was little body hair, but Alex could see a bit of pit hair from his position. He was trying really hard not to stare, but failed. His cock was throbbing in the confines of his jeans and the suprisingly manly smell of sweat was turning him on to no end.

Cade put his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly, panting heavily. Alex realized that Cade must have been working out regularly. As he watched Cade gasping for breath, Alex found himself wondering what it would smell like if he were to lean over and bring his nose closer to the source of the musky smell. He imagined being able to sniff Cades pits and inhale deeply. Would it smell different than just smelling Cade's skin? Or would it just smell like sweat?

Cade caught Alex staring at him and smiled nervously. Alex could have sworn that Cades gaze noticed his tenting jeans but he didn't comment on that. Instead he asked: "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," said Alex, still struggling to control his growing erection.

"It's just so hot in here..." Cade said and looked around.

Alex just nodded, playing along. He briefly wondered if the smell would be even more intense if Cade were to dispose of his pants. But he might go ahead and play along some more before suggesting that. Alex really couldn't think straight. His head was swimming and what little brain capacity was left was extremely horny right now.

"You're right, it's awfully hot!" Alex lied and continued, while getting out of his jacket. "I'm gonna lose my shirt, too."

Alex removed his t-shirt and began to fidget with the buttons of his jeans. He hoped that Cade wouldn't notice that he was having trouble concentrating on anything else other than getting rid of his clothes.

"I thought you were gonna remove your shirt", Cade remarked as he saw Alex opening his pants. Was it just Alex mind or did Cade really sound not quite as sophisticated as before?

"Oh, sorry... I need to get out of those clothes" Alex mumbled and quickly pulled his pants down to reveal his tented boxer shorts.

Cade stared at Alex's hard cock for a moment before smiling awkwardly and looking away.

"I don't know if you should do that..." he said.

"Oh, it's okay! You should get out of yours as well, we're all dudes here" Alex replied and continued to pull down his pants. He felt like a total pervert doing this in front of someone else, but he was so turned on that he didn't care anymore.

Cade seemed reluctant to take off his pants, but eventually agreed. He stood up and undid his belt buckle. When he got rid of his pants, he revealed a pair of black underwear and suprisingly muscular legs. Alex mouth watered as he saw that Cades underwear, too was holding a big bulge. Apparently, the other man was well endowed and rather excited about the situation as well.

Alex couldn't resist any longer. He stood up as well and approached Cade, the musk guiding his nose towards his chest and pits. He noticed that he seemed to have shrunk a bit, no eye level with Cades chest. A chest that was rather dark. It could be the light, but Alex could have sworn that Cade didn't have that deep tan all over his skin before.

He reached out and touched Cade's arm first, then grabbed hold of his shoulder. He had toreach up slightly to reach it - otherwise, he would have been unable to touch it. The sensation of touching another mans body was new to him and it made him feel weird, but also strangely turned on. He could feel his heart beating faster when he took Cade's hand and brought it to his own face.

Cade looked at Alex curiously, but didn't say anything. Instead, after a moment or two, Cade grabbed the back of Alex' head and pressed it into his own chest. Alex let out a soft moan as he felt Cade's strong and youthful body against his own. His cock throbbed inside his underwear as he rubbed his cheek against Cades skin. Alex didn't know what to do with his hands at first, but resorted to pulling down both his and Cades underwear, allowing theyr stiff cocks to touch. Both men gasped simultaneously when their flesh came into contact.

"Ohh..." Cade moaned softly and increased the pressure on Alex head, pressing him against his chest and into his pit. It was warm and wet, and filled with this heavenly stench. Alex couldn't help but try to get even closer to Cades dark skin. He wrapped his arms around Cades shoulder and his legs around his tighs, hugging Cade tightly. He had no problem holding himself in that position, as his body had become much lighter. Alex skin had taken a completly black hue on his upper body and a bright orange from his waist downwards, with ocassional black stripes.

Cade returned the embrace and held Alex firmly by his shoulders. Alex could feel Cade's firm muscles under his fingers and toes, while he could feel every vein running through Cades neck and chest. His arms and legs started to grow together, forming a singular fabric body around Cades upper body. His groin that was rubbing against Cades cock experienced the strangest feeling as his body was becoming flatter and flatter, more fabric like and finally displayed the prominent bulge formed by Cades ample cock. Cade started to rub his cock through Alex fabric body and grunted deeply. Precum and sweat was leaking into Alex, and he could taste all of it, from all sides. Finally, Cade came inside the wrestling singlet that Alex had become, who absorbed the load that Cade was producing gladly.

The young adult black wrestler panted, after he had jerked off through his singlet. He shouldn't have done that! He could already hear the announcer introduce him: "A round of applaus for Dameon, the black tiger!". Dameon knew it was time for his match, and he just hoped nobody would notice the damp patch in his singlet groin. If he won that match like that, he would make sure to make it his lucky tradition to jerk off into his singlet before the match!

In the “two sides of the same coin“ series, I will present short concluded stories with mainly inanmimate and male tf content - enjoy!

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Flirting and jealousy (Tobin Heath x Reader)

I'm missing the USWNT game I was supposed to go to this week because of Covid, I'm very disappointed about it so you guys get as many stories as I have the energy to write. I hope you enjoy them :)

This was requested by anon. I hope it's okay :)

Words: 1.5K

Everyone went crazy as the ball hit the net. Tobin had just scored the game winning goal, just minutes after coming on. Of course she would have though, she was amazing. I ran, jumping in Tobin's arms, cheeks heating up as her fingers brushed against the bare skin where my shirt had ridden up. I was glad they were already red from the game. 

"You're amazing Tobin," I whispered before slipping out of her hold as everyone kept hugging and patting her back. I could only be close to her for so long before I grew flustered. Tobin always had that effect on me, it wasn't that surprising considering I had a huge crush on her. When there was space between us, I was confident, I could flirt and tease, but once she got close or touched me for longer then a few seconds, I started to get flustered. 

I sent Tobin a smirk and wink before heading to the sidelines. After signing things and talking to some fans, the celebrations continued into the locker room. Spirits were high as everyone danced around singing. A couple of the girls suggested going out for dinner to celebrate then maybe going out for a drink.

Tobin was just finishing getting ready when I got out of the shower. She was wearing black skinny jeans and off white blouse that she was just starting to do up. Perks of rooming with her, I got to see things like this. Tobin didn't seem to mind as she met my eyes through the mirror, slight smirk present as if she knew what she was doing to me. I didn't hide it as my eyes slowly raked over her body, lip between my teeth, "You look beautiful Tobin."

"Thank you, so do you Y/n."

"You also played amazing today Tobes."

"Thank you Y/n. Honestly, I surprised myself with how quickly I scored."

"I wasn't surprised, you're an amazing player."

Tobin smiled softly, slight blush creeping up her cheeks, but she turned back to the mirror without a word. I slipped my jacket on, "You ready superstar?" 

She rolled her eyes, but slipped on her jacket and followed me out of the room, eyes most definitely staring at my ass. Once we reached the elevator, I turned around, pointing to my eyes, "My eyes are here."

Tobin smirked, "Oh I know, I just found something almost as nice as your eyes to look at."

Our flirting continued through dinner. Quiet comments, teasing and light touches. It continued to the club we went to after dinner as well. We barely left each others side, drinking, dancing and flirting. Although, as much as I wanted to follow her lead with dancing up against each other, I did avoid dancing too close to her so I wouldn't get flustered. Things were going well, we were getting closer and I was starting to work up the courage to ask her out. I didn't need to get flustered and ruin it by not being able to speak or look at her. 

I thought things were going well anyway, up until I left Tobin at the bar to use the bathroom. When I came back out she was talking to a pretty blonde girl, they were standing very close and the girl had her hand resting on Tobin's arm. I clenched my jaw as I watched, jealousy building inside me. It wasn't my right to be jealous, Tobin wasn't mine, but I couldn't help it. Either Tobin didn't like me as I thought she did or I waited too long. Before things could bubble over, I went to find the rest of the team to tell them I was leaving. Tobin didn't see me slip past her, too engrossed with the girl. Megan tried to convince me to stay, but I couldn't stay to see Tobin with someone else. It hurt more than it probably should have. 

About half an hour later, I was cuddled up in bed trying to distract myself with my phone when the door opened. I was surprised to see Tobin standing there, looking concerned. I figured she would still be with the girl.

She stopped beside my bed, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"You kind of disappeared at the club. I thought maybe something was wrong."

Butterflies swarmed in my stomach at the concern and care that laced her voice, that she even noticed I was gone. Then I felt guilty at the possibility she left to come check on me, "Nothings wrong, the game caught up to me I guess. I'm just tired. Please tell me you didn't come back just to check on me."

"Uh I might have. It wasn't the same without you."

"I'm surprised you noticed, that pretty blonde seemed to be keeping you company," I replied teasingly, trying my best to hide the jealousy that bubbled back up. 

Tobin shrugged, removing her jacket and shoes then sitting on the edge of my bed, "She was okay, talked about herself constantly though. I couldn't get a word in, I was just waiting for you to come back, but you never did."

I nodded turning back to my phone, "She was pretty, thought you could've had a good night so I gave you space."

She laughed, "Maybe so, but I would prefer to be here with you. Is that a problem? If you have a big secret date, I could leave again."

"How'd you know? I have a huge date with my bed and a thing called Netflix."

"Mind if I crash that date? You know since I'm here."

"Depends, it's a pretty big date, you might need to make it up with a new one, say tomorrow night?"

Tobin looked at me for a few seconds, making me more nervous. Maybe I had read the situation wrong, maybe she was just playing along and didn't actually like me like I thought. A small smile spread across her face, hand coming up to lace with mine, "I think that's reasonable. I'm looking forward to it. Let me get changed while you pick a movie."

I picked 'Stick it'. It was one of my favourite movies. Tobin slipped into bed next to me, lacing our fingers together, but leaving space between us. This was not exactly how I planned my night going, but I didn't mind in the slightest. I pulled her closer, head resting on her chest as her arm wrapped around me. I cleared my throat starting to feel flustered at our closeness, I tried to push it away and relax into her. It worked slightly, but my cheeks still heated up and I involuntarily tensed.

"Why are you tense?" Tobin whispered, hand running along my back, "I can move over if you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this yet if you don't want to."

"It's not that. I want this, you just make me nervous when I'm close to you."

"The oh so confident, flirty Y/n, is nervous?"

"I always have been. As long as you were at a distance I was fine, but as soon as you got close, I got nervous."

"Yeah me too. So this is okay then?"

"It's perfect."

Tobin pulled me further into her as we watched the movie. The longer we cuddled, the more comfortable I became and relaxed against her. I could get used to this. She kissed the top of my head before speaking, "You don't need to be jealous."

"What?"

"Megan said you looked pissed when you left then you mentioned the girl I was talking to, I just kinda guessed you might've been jealous. Which I admit may have been my plan, but even if I'm wrong, I want you to know that you are the only one I've had my eyes on, the only person I'm interested in. I never even entertained the idea of ending up with anyone else tonight."

I sat up, turning to face her, "Why were you trying to make me jealous?"

Tobin played with her fingers, looking nervous and slightly guilty, "I'm sorry. I just thought maybe you weren't actually interested in me, I wanted to see how you might react if I flirted with someone else. I know it was probably a bit much, but I didn't want to risk our friendship by making a move and you not feeling the same"

"Why would you think that? I thought it was pretty obvious. I pretty much flirt with you nonstop Tobin."

"You kinda shut down whenever I got close to you. It makes sense now that I know you were nervous, but it gave me mixed messages at the time."

"Let's not try that again. I don't particularly like the feeling."

"I'm so-"

"And don't apologise again or I might just have to kick you back to your own bed."

She put her hands up in surrender, "Sorry. I mean definitely not sorry."

I laughed, kissing her cheek. She looked disappointed, eyes flicking to my lips, but I pushed her away. I had a rule of not kissing before the first date. Well, it was actually on the first date, but there was no doubt I would kiss her tomorrow, I just didn't want to rush things right now,  "You're a dork. Sorry Tobes, I don't kiss before the first date."

"Then I'm even more excited about tomorrow night."

[leebitkitty]

jeongin corruption kink.

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i do not understand how 3 words can kill me that hard.

warnings: MDNI, 18+ only!! | dom!jeongin | corruption kink | innocent sub!reader | fem!reader | unprotected sex, no condoms | use of pet names (angel) | fingering | oral, fem!recieving | lmk if i missed anything !!

wc: 1.4k (dont blame me)

you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock, reading the time and groaning to yourself. it was time to get ready and start the day for school. you walked up lazily, head down, and began picking out a cute outfit. you settled on an adorable short pink skirt and pink jacket, paired with a white shirt.

you continued the rest of your morning duties, and went downstairs, and through the door. you waited outside for your best friend, jeongin, to pick you up. jeongin came to your place in a couple minutes, already feeling his dick twitch just by looking at your short skirt. he unlocked the door and weakly said "hop in."

you happily went in his car, squealing about cute things you liked. you kept talking, but you didnt notice your skirt riding up more and more, flashing your cute pink lace panties. jeongin felt his dick harden more each time he looked at them and tried to focus on the road ahead of him.

"uh.. your *ahem* underwear is showing.." jeongin managed to mutter out. "oh?" you asked, pulling your skirt down and blushing profusely. jeongin couldn't help but giggle at your cute antics, wanting to just stop the car and pound himself into you right then and there.

the both of you reached your school, going off into the next class, which you both had together. you sat down next to jeongin as the teacher started the lesson. jeongin kept thinking about how cute and innocent you'd look while sucking his cock as the two words "good girl." would fall from his lips while he would throw his head back. oh, how he would just ruin you in the span of a couple of minutes.

you, on the other hand, kept feeling jeongins lust-filled stare on you. you didnt necessarily hate the stare, but you couldn't say you liked it either. more like you didn't like the effect it had on you. you kept looking for solutions to fix the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, rubbing your legs together and it somewhat worked. but you needed more to fix it.

at the end of the day, jeongin asked you if you wanted to come over to his house to work on assignments. "yes! yes! yes!!" you squealed, jumping up and down. "okay then, lets go!" jeongin said, smiling. upon arrival to his house, jeongin warned you, saying "my room is a bit messy so please dont worry about all the clothes on the floor." you nodded your head as jeongin opened his house door. you looked around in awe.

there was a huge TV in the living room, a huge kitchen, a huge couch, huge everything. jeongin snapped you out of your little daydreams about his house, leading you to his room. "so.. this is it! my parents aren't home right now, so we can do whatever." he said, opening the door.

you looked around, looking at his family pictures and his big bed. you ran to it and immediately flopped yourself on it, laughing. jeongin couldn't help but laugh too, hoping his eager dick would calm down. "you're welcome to use the bathroom if you need, it's that door right there." jeongin said, pointing to a door in his room.

you and jeongin unzipped your backpacks and took out your assignements and got to work, sitting on the bed. you tried to focus on these important assignements in front of you, but how could you when jeongin was staring at you with a look full of need?

you raised up the courage and blurted out, "i think i l-like you jeongin. i'm not sure what it is, but whenever i feel you looking at me, i get this weird feeling.. d-down there." you say, pointing to in between your legs. jeongins eyes blow out, dick twitching harder as he just stares at you. sitting up, he says, "aww.. how cute. little angel gets needy when she feels me look at her."

"to tell you the truth, i get a weird feeling down there when you look at me too. it's all because of your cute short little skirts and your cute panties that you flash on accident. you don't know what they're doing to me." he whispers, playing with the material of your skirt. "c-could you please do something about it?.." you whimper out.

jeongin puts you against the wall, giving you a deep, sloppy kiss. "do i have permission?", he lets go. not exactly sure what "permission" he's talking about, but you nod your head anyways. "use your words." jeongin says, more stern. "yes, you have permission." you say. with that, jeongin lays you on the bed, taking off your jacket, shirt, and bra, his eyes blown out wide to the sight of your tits.

he takes one in his hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking your nipple. he kisses you down south, until he reaches the waistband of your skirt. "can i take these off?" he whispers. you nod your head. he flashes a smile as he takes off your skirt, cooing at your choice of panties. oh, how he wanted to rip them off of you so bad. instead of doing that and potentially scaring you off, he rubbed you through your panties, and your reaction just made him more eager. he slid your panties off, and took his shirt off.

you were practically drooling at the sight of him shirtless, and that just made you even more wet. you were subtly bucking your hips in the air and jeongin took that as a sign you still wanted more. he suddenly went in your legs and licked a fat strip in your arousal. you shuddered and almost screamed out. jeongin kept going, loving your reactions. he slid a digit in your hole, groaning when your pussy was too tight to take it. you clenched around his finger in pain, but him eating you out took away most of the pain.

"i-i have this weird feeling.." you managed to stutter out. "would you like me to stop?", jeongin let go, concern lacing his voice. "no! keep going", you almost screamed out. "i just have this weird feeling like.. i need to pee." you said, still moaning in between words. jeongin raised his eyebrows and put a smirk. "don't worry about it." he said, going back to lick your nub, except faster now.

"j-j-jeongin!! i think im-" you cut out, followed by you shaking your legs and collapsing back on the bed. jeongin kept going, riding your high out. "p-please stop now", you shuddered, kicking him away. "how was it?" jeongin said, laughing. "amazing.. how did you do that? the pain in between my legs is gone." you said in utter shock.

"we're not done yet, angel." jeongin said, unbuckling his pants. he took off his pants and boxers and came back to sit in front of you. he kissed you on the lips and said, "now this might hurt just a bit..", he said while slowly pushing himself in you. you comepletely arched your back off the bed and nearly shrieked in pain. "jeongin.." you whimpered out with glassy eyes. "i know, angel, its gonna get better soon, i promise." he said, kissing your neck to relieve some of the pain.

when jeongin bottomed out, you looked down and gasped. "i feel so full" you said in shock. "can i move now?" he asked, looking in your eyes for any sign of discomfort. you nodded, and he took that as the cue to start moving. he thrusted slowly at first, throwing his head back and groaning out multiple cuss words with your name. you felt more turned on by his reaction, so you asked him to keep going. he started going faster and you were holding onto the bedsheets because of the pleasure. he went faster, rubbing your clit because he knew if he stayed in your velvety walls a second more, he would blow.

you almost screamed as your orgasm hit you like a train, jeongin cumming in you at the sight of you reaching euphoria. jeongin threw his head back and thrusted out his high as you whimpered loudly at the overstimulation. jeongin flopped on top of you, making sure to catch himself to not hurt you. he layed on top of you for a while, dick softening inside you. he slid out, grabbing towels to clean himself and you up. he made sure to clean you up carefully, as if you were glass and could break any second. he cleaned himself up and laid in bed with you, spooning you.

"how was it?" he whispered, hands detangling your silky hair. "it was so amazing, could i come to you again when i need your help?" you said, blushing profusely. "of course, angel. i'll always help you."

UHHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS EVEN THO IT WAS QUITE SHITTY😭😭 THANK U FOR THE WONDROUS ASK!!

[tea-stained-notes]

Steve Rogers x OFC - Waiting On a Miracle, Chapter 8

After catching an infamous serial killer in the act, Julie Castillo is in line for the witness protection program. She is sent to a temporary safe house with U.S. Marshal Steve Rogers to protect her. Both of them scarred by trauma and tragedy, they find solace in each other. But how far will they dare to go?

Is this the quickest update ever on this story? Gee, might even actually finish this before Christmas 😅

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7

Series warnings: violence, death, angst, trauma, smut

Chapter warnings: anxiety, trauma

Chapter word count: ~2800

Song(s) referenced: -

When I woke the bed was cold and empty. He hadn't slept here. Maybe hadn't slept all. Tension immediately returned to my well-rested body. I pressed my eyes shut and turned into the pillow to inhale the faint remnants of his scent. But seconds later I practically jumped out of bed, overwhelmed by the hurricane of emotions whirling in my chest. With trembling fingers I cracked the window open and deeply inhaled the crisp November air. It did little to soothe my anxiety. I wished desperately that we could be normal. That I could pick his discarded shirt up off the floor, slip it on and join him in the kitchen to steal a kiss at the stove. But his clothes were gone, not a trace of his presence, of the absolute wonder last night had been. So I dressed in my leggings and woolen sweater instead. Voices were drifting down the hallway when I opened my door and I followed them, my heart sinking. Then it dropped into my stomach like a rock. Steve was not just awake and clad in his sleek Marshal attire, his bags also stood packed by the door. Panic rose in my throat. No. Not yet, not today. “Mornin’, sleepyhead.” Natasha stepped into my vision, giving me a casual wave and a strangely wistful smile. “Stevie over here doesn't seem too happy about it, but I'm hoping you are: They've caught Parker. And everyone's certain he didn't have any lackeys, so you're safe to return home. Yay for civilization.” She made a weak attempt at jazz hands, then lowered them at the expression on my face. My eyes flew to Steve but his were fixed on the kitchen counter, dark shadows beneath them. “Wow,” I managed to press out. “I know you guys have been having a pretty cozy time here. So I thought we could all have a nice farewell breakfast before getting on the road. Rogers and I are gonna get cracking on that while you pack, okay?” I needed a moment before I could croak out a reply. “Yeah. Sounds great. Thanks, Nat.” Steve still wouldn't meet my eye, so I mechanically turned on my heels and stumbled back to my room.

When I slumped into a chair twenty minutes later, I couldn’t help staring at Steve. He looked so different. Almost foreign. His slicked-back hair, clean-shaven jaw, the sharp lines of his leather jacket. I had grown so used to his warm softness that it had overwritten the first impression from a month ago. Seeing him morph back into his professional self overnight was jarring. But it had the exact effect he had apparently aimed for: He seemed nothing like the man I had given my body and soul to just hours ago. “Help yourself,” he mumbled at no one in particular. “Don’t mind if I do!” Natasha shoveled a waffle, scrambled eggs and fruit onto her plate. I took some eggs and toast, just to push them around aimlessly. “So, Julie, what are you looking forward to the most when you get back home? Privacy? Take-out? Your phone?” Her grin would have been infectious on any other day. I managed a weak smile. “Seeing my friends, actually. I’ve missed them more than I had imagined.” “That’s good. We all need people.” Her eyes flicked to Steve but he was busy crushing a waffle into crumbs. “What about you?” I asked. “Huh?” His gaze shot up. “Oh… Nothing in particular.” “Really?” Natasha pressed. “City boy was perfectly content in the middle of nowhere?” “Well, I am looking forward to not being teased by you, Romanoff.” She just laughed. “You’re gonna miss me, you always do.” Breakfast went on like that and somewhere along the way I managed to get down a couple of bites. Steve ate nothing at all.

“Right then, you guys go take off. I’ll do a last check and wait for the cleaner.” “Oh, okay. Thank you.” Natasha winked at me. “It’s just so that I get so snatch all the left-over food. I saw Steve’s famous Bami goreng in the fridge — can’t wait for that.” We glanced over at him loading our luggage into the trunk. “Thanks for everything, Nat,” I said with my first earnest smile of that day. “You’ve been great.” “Bye, Julie. It’s been a pleasure.” She gave me a brief but forceful hug and whispered into my ear. “Don't give up too easily.” I searched her eyes for an explanation when she pulled back. But she just smiled and gently pushed me towards the car. “Stevie? A word?” He sighed, then walked up to her while I got into the car. The sweet expression on her face vanished immediately. She spoke intently, holding onto his arms as if to shake him. His responses were monosyllabic at best and eventually she just exhaled in frustration before embracing him. I tried to burn the image of the cabin into my brain as Steve approached the car. Despite the awful sensation in my stomach I never wanted to forget this place and all the memories inside its walls. I flinched when he ripped the door open. “Have a safe trip, kids!” Natasha called out. “You, too.” Steve raised a hand while folding himself into the driver's seat. She waved us off as we backed down the driveway. The silence in the car coated us like concrete. I glanced over at him but his eyes were firmly on the road. After a few minutes I couldn’t bear it anymore. “Can we talk about last—“ “I don't think that's a good idea,” he cut me off. My features slipped. What on earth had happened to the man I had grown so intimately acquainted with? “Well, I think it is. We can't ignore everything between us just because we had to leave the cabin.” “Julie…” All of a sudden he sounded endlessly exhausted and my heart contracted in pain. I inched my hand closer to his one resting on his thigh. If only we could find our connection again. But before I could reach him he pulled away. I burrowed my teeth in my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. A long moment passed before I dared to speak again. “Can we please stop by my dad's?” “We really don’t have the t—“ “Don't. Don't refuse to do this one thing for me.” Tears were pricking at my eyes and I tried to blink them away while staring at the road stretching before us. “I just really need to see my dad. Please.” I hated my voice for breaking so pathetically but it did do the trick. Steve swallowed audibly, then nodded. “One hour. That's all I can give you.” “Okay.” He punched the address into the GPS without another word from me, my entire file seemingly still stored in his memory. How could a person care so much and yet be so careless with another’s heart?

My dad ripped open the front door before I had fully exited the car. “Julie! Cariño, what are you doing here? What happened?” I couldn’t help the tears forming in my eyes once more. When had I last seen him? Christmas? What had he ever done to deserve me avoiding him just because I never stopped searching for accusation in his face whenever he looked at me? I ran up to him and threw myself into the most familiar arms in the world. “Hi, papi,” I sniffed into his cardigan. He held me tightly, rubbing his hands over my back. “I’ve been so worried, I haven’t heard from you in a month.” “I know, I’m sorry.” Eventually he loosened our embrace to hold me at arm’s length and inspect me in detail. “You look sad, mija. And you’ve changed your hair.” “Yeah. You never liked the blond, I know.” He shrugged. “I just didn’t feel that it was really you.” Then he finally looked at Steve, lips stretching into a surprised smile. “Who’s your friend?” I inhaled deeply. “That’s a long story.” “Steven Rogers.” He walked up to shake my father’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you.” “I’m sure the pleasure’s all mine, son.” My heart ached at their greeting. In a different version of this story I would be beaming up at Steve, snuggled into his side and endlessly happy to introduce him to the other most important man in my life. “Can you wait out here, please?” He frowned. “You're still under my protection.” “Parker is behind bars.” “Still.” There was something behind his firm professionalism. A silent plea in his eyes that made me bite my tongue. “Fine. You can wait in the living room.” “Julie, don’t be rude,” my dad chimed in, confusion etched into his features. “Of course he can—“ “We need to talk, papá. Just the two of us.”

“Wow.” My father leaned back in his chair. “God, I can’t believe this is what you’ve been dealing with the past few weeks.” “Yeah. I’m gonna need a while to process when I get home.” “Cariño, I’m so sorry that I didn’t know—“ “Don’t be silly, papi. You had no way of knowing.” “But you shouldn’t have had to carry that burden all by yourself…” His eyes started welling up as he reached for my hands and my stomach clenched painfully. “I didn’t. Steve was there.” “Right. Of course. Did he take good care of you?” Yes. He was perfect. Until he built an impenetrable fortress around his heart. “Julie?” Steve cleared his throat behind me. “I’m afraid we have to go. They’re expecting us at the station.” He set down the glass of water my father had forced upon him. Rafael Castillo, the most gracious host I knew, had been extremely anxious at the lack of hospitality he had been allowed to show his guest. So he had provided him with refreshments, magazines, the TV remote and the most comfortable chair in the room before finally joining me at the kitchen table. “Two minutes. Please.” His gaze softened infinitesimally. “I’ll wait in the hallway.” My father caught my gaze when Steve had left again. “I can see that he did.” “What?” “Take good care of you.” I smiled ruefully. “That’s another long story.” “Is he part of the reason you’ve changed, mija? You seem different.” My hand found his and squeezed tightly. “Will you come visit me soon? It’s been way too long. And I’d really… I’d really like to talk about everything. About mamá.” His brows shot up in surprise, then melted into the most gentle expression. “Of course, amor. I’d love to.” He reluctantly led me outside, pushing some snacks and a thermos of tea into my arms. Then he shook Steve’s hand again, this time amicably clutching his arm as well. “Get her home safely, son.” “I will, sir. Thank you for the hospitality.” “The least I could do for the man who’s been looking after my daughter.” They exchanged a smile before Steve got in the car. My father enveloped me in a hug. “Estoy muy orgulloso de ti, Julie. Y tu madre también lo está.” I held him even closer. “Gracias, papi.”

The music from the car speakers didn’t gloss over the quiet tension once more filling the car. Neither of us could muster up the energy to engage in small talk. And I still had no idea how to bridge the chasm between us. When we finally pulled up to the station, relief mingled with the ache in my chest. Yet the idea of leaving his side was more unfathomable than ever. Suddenly his fingers touched my arm, sending a spark of electricity straight to my heart. “Julie, you didn’t… You didn’t bring up what happened between us to your dad, right?” I stared at him in disbelief. “Yeah, sure, after everything I’ve been through, that was the first thing that came up. And since things are so easy between us I told him we’d get married, too.” Steve swallowed thickly, drawing back his hand. “I’m sorry, it’s just… It was obviously highly unprofessional and—“ “I won’t tell anyone,” I said, biting back my pain when I saw the misery in his eyes. “You won’t lose your job because of me.” He took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

Detectives Carter and Okamoto greeted us, then led me into their office for a debrief and another stack of paperwork. I anxiously looked back at Steve but he gave me a reassuring nod. “I’ll be right outside.” And miraculously he was really waiting for me when I stepped back into the hall an hour later. He looked even wearier, his face pale and a few strands of hair out of place. “Ready to go?” “Are you taking me home?” “Yeah.” “It’s just a fifteen minute walk.” For the first time that day he let his eyes linger one mine. “I know.”

Once out on the sidewalk, we fell into step with each other, the city buzzing around us. “God, it’s loud here,” he murmured. “We’ll get used to it again.” “Hmm.” Dusk fell while the minutes passed between us. “Will you come to the trial?” “I’ll probably be on another assignment.” “Oh. Right.” When we finally stopped in front of my building, Steve handed me the bag he had been carrying for me, then inspected the façade with curiosity, as if committing it to memory. But by the time he turned to me he had schooled his features back into careful composure. “Well then.” A light drizzle set in and I instinctively pulled him under the awning with me. Suddenly he was so close I couldn’t breathe, images from the previous night flooding my mind. “So, how can I contact you?” “You can’t.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “I’ve told you—“ “I understand, you need some time to work through this. But you can’t just cut me off, not after everything. Not after last night.“ He sighed deeply. “This wasn’t the last time I had to vanish off the grid for weeks or months at a time. I’d just keep you waiting and worrying. It's not fair to condemn anyone to a life like that. So I don’t really stay in touch with people.” “And I’m just… people?” “Julie…” He looked at me for a long time, a sudden storm of emotions flickering across his features. “You know that I can't.” “All I know is that you are self-sacrificing to a fault. I know that you feel like you have to make up for past mistakes but they weren't your mistakes. Your friends, your sister — they didn't die because of you. I'm not saying you should forget them, but you can't be haunted by their ghosts forever. Wouldn't they want you to be happy instead of giving up your life for strangers?” Both our eyes had filled with tears and when I gently cupped his face in my palm, he leaned into it with a soft exhale. “There are so many ways to help people without losing yourself. We can figure this out together. Please, Steve. I—“ “Don't.” I knew he could see them in my pleading gaze. Those three words that had been weighing heavy on my tongue. And I needed him to hear them, even if he didn't want to. “I love you.” He sucked in a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, a deep frown forming on his forehead. Then his fingers closed around my wrist to pull my hand away. My body turned to ice. “You don’t mean that.” “Steve—” “What you and I had was… intense. But it wasn’t—,” he swallowed heavily, gaze glued to the ground, “love.” The word came out strange, half-broken, tinged with a disdain that made my tears spill over. He took a step back and it felt like he was ripping out my insides in the process. This couldn’t be happening. I had known it would be difficult, but this? This was absurd. “You know how it is,” he mumbled, “being cooped up together in close quarters, with you in such a fragile state after the murder—“ “Don’t you dare!” My hurt morphed into rage within a split-second. “Don’t you fucking dare pretend I’m a hysterical, weak damsel in distress who can’t distinguish between genuine connection and some kind of reversed Stockholm syndrome.” “Jul—” “You kissed me!” I exclaimed. “You can try to fool yourself all you like, but whatever you want to call it, you felt something, too. That’s why you came to my room, why you couldn’t hold back any longer. You can’t possibly claim that last night was just physical, that everything we’ve shared these past few weeks has meant nothing to you.” Steve had once more slipped on a mask of neutrality, not betraying even a flicker of emotion. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Take care of yourself, Julie. And try to forget all of this. Please.” The world was spinning around me. “No. Don’t leave, not like this.” He turned around, hiked up the collar of his jacket and started walking. And all I could do was stare after his tall figure, a dark silhouette against the lights of Washington Heights.

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[quiet-girl-short-stories]

Hayate's Training

Men who did martial arts have always turned Cassie on. It was something about seeing the amount of skill and dedication that just got her going. So when Hayate invited her out to watch him... or something to that effect, she knew she couldn't turn him down.

She actually sat waiting for him to get a break, but she stared and watched as every muscle that tensed at his movements.

His hair stuck to his face and when he took a pause to calm his breathing, that didn't help Cassie; he looked as if nothing could bother him and that going near him would only end badly.

Others were in the room, but Cassie didn't know any of them, so staring at Hayate was just as good. Hayate took a breath and began his stretches.

Yeah much more worth it.

After ten minutes of him stretching and Cassie drooling, he was finally let go. Hayate's eyes immediately went to the door and he found Cassie standing there. He smiled and went to her as he dried himself off.

"You're late," he said once he was in front of her.

"I'm not, you were just practicing for so long."

He chuckled. "I know, I'm joking with you."

As always, then why even sound so serious? That shits not funny. He walked off to collect his jacket and get his water bottle, Cassie followed behind him like a puppy.

"But since you are here how about we stay and watch the others."

"Is that okay?"

He nodded. "We're training together, this'll help me become a good teacher too. The more I see, the better I'll be able to see what mistakes people make. Plus, it'll help me to see my own issues and know how I can help." Wow, you got all this shit figured out don't you? "But besides that, I figured you wanted to stay and watch anyway."

"Why do you think that?"

"You've always been interested in stuff like this." He crossed his arms. "Like boxing right?"

Her face went red. "Yeah..." Shyly, she averted her eyes from him and heard Hayate laughing.

"Although I can't teach you anything about boxing, I can teach you some self defense techniques."

"You don't have to do that."

"As you always say, just take my lesson and accept it."

She stared at him, Being so close to you scares me and who knows where you'll have to touch on top of all that but-

"Okay... maybe just a few things."

...

"Hold your arm over your face, keep your other hand out so if you can grab something do it." He positioned her arms then moved to see how she looked. "That's good, but remember to tense up, I can tell you aren't."

Then why don't you help me then, Cassie did as he said and kept her arms tense. After a few minutes, he told her to put her arms down.

"Now, to be sure you actually learned something, I'm going to come at you. If you do this you should be able to block me."

With him now in front of her, he approached her. Cassie watched his hand reach out for her and no matter ehat she was taught, she still flinched snd just covered her face. Hayate chuckled and she felt him grab her wrists.

"W-what's funny?" She said lowering her arms.

"That you panicked even though you knew I was coming at you."

I can't help that this shit scares me.

"Sorry, I'm kind of nervous."

He was still pressed against her. "Well, let's try again." He finally stepped back and let her get ready, once she was, he approached her again.

This time, Cassie blocked his arms and grabbed his shirt with her other hand.

She waited a bit before looking up. "N-now what?"

He smirked before moving his other hand to where she was grabbing. "Naturally, people would reach for the hand that grabbed them, that's when you hit them. You'd aim for exposed areas of the body, such as the nose or throat."

Cassie committed this information to memory, she hoped she'd never have to use it, but it was nice to have.

Hayate was staring at her while Cassie thought about what he said. He gently pulled her arms down, but remained holding her.

"How about we try another position you may find yourself in?"

"Uh, okay."

Hayate smiled and turned her around. Cassie then saw his arms as they wrapped around her shoulders.

What the hell?

Hayate chuckled near her ear. "You're not scared are you? I'll stop if you are?"

Cassie wasn't scared for the reason he was thinking, so she shook her head.

"Okay, then I'll continue." His embrace got tighter.

So much so that Cassie felt he could lift her in his arms and start dragging her.

"Now you tell me. What should you do in this position?"

Remembering what he told her, she should try fighting back and aiming for exposed areas. However, with her arms pinned down, she could really only fling them back and forth.

"Exposed areas so..." Her hand happened to be right where his hips were and the only thing she could think of was an organ she'd rather not touch... Well...

"Yes, I can tell you know where to aim by your hesitation. The groin is a good place to hit when pinned like that, you could also headbutt me considering your height."

Is that meant to mean I'm short? Why do you people think I'm so short?

"Remember your legs as well, you could kick back and hit their knee or stomp on their foot. Also, this can work if you're grabbed from the front. Would you like to be sure you can actually do this?"

Cassie made a face. Having your crotch against my back again sounds like a nightmare, but having your strong arms around me is a dream.

Simply, she nodded.

Hayate went to her and prompted when he'd grab her.

Once he did, he said, "can you remember the places?"

"Yeah, exposed areas..." With a gentle demonstration, she moved her head in a headbutting motion, swung her leg softly and moved her hand to once again hover his midsection. Her face went red. "I-I can't touch there."

He chuckled, but remained holding her. Now it was less in a threatening manner and more in a loving embrace.

"If you feel threatened then those manners should be thrown out the window. Remember this much: no matter your relationship if someone is overstepping your bounds you need to defend yourself."

Too bad I'm not scared like that, I just need you to let me breathe!

He removed himself from her and stood with a smile. "You're actually pretty good at this, plus you have enough strength to defend yourself normally." Well my brothers were annoying when we were kids. "Though, I feel like we've wasted the entire day."

"I learned something, so it wasn't really wasted."

His smile returned. "How about I just take you home then?" She agreed and began getting her things as Hayate did. "Oh, but how about we go out later in the week?"

Cassie stood up normally but found Hayate closely in front of her.

The smile on his lips caused Cassie's mouth to open but nothing came out. He chuckled after a bit and touched the top of her head affectionately.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Cassie closed her mouth and once more just nodded. Hayate walked to the door. Cassie kept her back to him and gestured violently at herself.

You're an idiot! He's not that pretty, so relax and learn to talk!

"Cassie?"

She turned back and gave him a small smile before joining him at the door.

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 30

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamier" moments.

Chapter Summary:

We see Luka’s perspective from the moment after Adrien brushes him off after their gruesome finding. He gets a visit from an old friend.

Trigger warning: Mention of Suicide and Loss**

I know that this story started with a suicide, but the following chapter will handle it differently. I would like to note that suicide and suicidal ideation is a key theme through this story.

Right now, I just wanted to take a moment to say if you’re feeling trapped, please reach out to your local distress centre. Depression affects way too many people.

The second piece I would like to say, I am extremely sorry if you have ever lost someone to suicide. You need to know that it was not, and it never could be your fault. - I have joked that this story is a product of my own effed up brain child. But the jovial words are clearly built within reality. So dealing with my own darkness can include dealing with past traumas. These moments, the moments that built the skeleton of my story, are not there to make light of the situation. They are meant to be an artist approach to the pain we can’t ever effectively put into words. - Thank you to everyone who has been reading my story thus far. I wish you all the best of health and happiness.

Chapter 30: How to Save A Life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life

-The Fray

Unable to intervene, Luka stayed limp in his forlorn position, the sporadic lights illuminating his dejected demeanour. By means of comfort, the medic, who had intervened in his and Adrien’s conversation, rested his hand upon Luka’s shoulder. The motion slightly lifted open Luka’s stiff jean jacket. 

“Listen, you did all you could. Even if he doesn’t appreciate it, you may have saved his life.” He spoke in an expertised calm voice. 

However, his performance didn’t fool Luka. The crescendoing drums reflected the stress blaring under the medic’s skin. Hoping to appease the medic, he gave a tight lipped nod; his chin nearly brushed the stain around his collar. 

“Shit kid, are you okay?” He burst open the jacket to reveal Luka’s newly toned shirt. It had begun to dry, effectively adhering itself to Luka’s chest. 

All too cognisant of the looming cameras, Luka forced his jacket closed. “None of it’s mine.” 

Baffled, the medic blankly nodded. “Um… do you want to get checked just in case? I'm sure a psych eval could do you good too.” Only one of the boys bled, but both were certainly scathed from the situation. 

“No.” Luka followed Adrien’s suit. “I just have to get home.” 

“We can give you a ride!” The medic offered, pointing backwards towards the ambulance. 

“It’s not a long walk, I’ll be fine.” Luka started treading forward, the ground a burning cold against his foot. 

“You don’t have to punish yourself for his decision. I meant what I said, you did the right thing. I’ve never seen that much blood from a nosebleed.” The medic desperately wanted to help in some way. 

Luka meekly smiled as he pushed forward. He paced the vehicles as they drove through the front gates. 

“Sir! Can you tell us what happened?” 

“What is your relationship with Adrien Agreste?”

“Why didn’t he take the ambulance?”

“Whose body was found?” 

“Is there going to be a murder investigation?” 

Luka had no idea how Adrien could handle the vultures with such a high chin. He waded through the repetitive questions, mildly regretting turning down a ride home. 

After he finally broke the sight of the zealous reporters, he motioned for Sass to free himself from the confines of Luka’s jacket. 

“Are you okay?” Sass had been close enough to feel Luka’s anxious breathing and erratic heartbeat. Once freed, he could see the degree of dejection that encompassed Luka’s face. 

Clicking his jaw, Luka silently held back tears. After a few beats, he turned to Sass. “Just need to get home. Sass, scales slither.” 

-

Juleka jolted at the sound of the bedroom door opening, nearly pushing Rose off the single bed. 

“What are you doing back?” She rubbed her eyes as Luka removed his single shoe. 

“Adrien and I are over.” Luka huffed as he stomped towards the bathroom, slamming it behind him. 

Rose gave a soft pat to Juleka, telling her to follow. Juleka’s toes barely touched the ground by the time Rose resumed her soft snoring. 

Sass was trying to reason with Luka as he stripped off his stained shirt. “Just get some rest, you two can talk about it in the morning.” 

Luka tensed as the red garment squashed onto the floor. 

“Jesus.” Juleka stood before her twin brother, who was coated in blood. “What happened? Are you okay?” 

Luka pushed away her hands. “I’m fine. It’s not mine.” he growled, tired of having to repeat himself. 

“Did you? Is Adrien? What happened?” Juleka couldn’t find the right question. 

“I called an ambulance for his unholy nosebleeds, and now he fucking hates me.” Luka briefly summarised the events of the night. 

There was no good reason for her twin to have this much blood on him. Even worse, to have someone mad at him for reacting to it. “You should have just let him bleed out, less stress for you.” Juleka scoffed. 

“You know I can’t do that… and now… he hates me Jules.” His throat stung as it swole at the gravity of his own words.

Juleka wanted to slam on Adrien’s door and give him hell. Luka had never presented as so incredibly  unravelled, even when she had visited him in the psych ward years before. Adrien had brought him past the point of insanity. Without any ammo besides Agreste death threats, she wrapped her arms around Luka’s waist. 

Luka’s body convulsed within Juleka’s hold, his tears no longer having a reason to hide. “Why does he hate me?” He wilted into Juleka’s hold as his sobs threatened to drown him. 

-

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Jules.” Rose cringed at her girlfriend's mischievous smile. 

“It’s fine, he always wears bottoms when you’re here.” She responded as she twirled Luka’s sheets around her wrist. 

“I thought you said he was really upset last night!” Rose whispered in a panic as Juleka started winding up. 

“Exactly.” She responded flatly as she whipped the blanket out, forcing the slumbering Luka to tumble towards the ground. 

Luka groaned from his new place on the floor. He tried to pull back the blanket to resume his sleeping, even if it was on the floor. 

“Rise and shine, beautiful.” Juleka smirked as she pulled the last of the blanket, flipping Luka to his stomach on the ground. 

“Whyyy?” Luka whined as he smushed his face against the floor. 

“You have a visitor! And your mom made breakfast!” Rose tried to take the sting from Juleka’s harsh wake up routine. 

Luka’s hair was erratic and his face scrunched as he looked towards the couple. “Rose, I want you to know that my following actions have nothing to do with you.” Before Rose could ask, Luka tossed the middle finger in Juleka’s direction as he continued pressing his head against the floor. 

“Hmpf.” Juleka turned her back to the situation. 

Rose stood confused as Juleka walked towards the bathroom. As soon as Luka heard the faucet he leapt to his feet, screaming. “Don’t you dare!” 

“Too late, it’s already on.” Juleka mumbled as she filled up her cup. 

“Rose, I’m sorry about this.” Luka apologised as he jumped on Juleka’s bed holding Rose in front of him. 

Rose giggled as the man almost twice her size cowered behind her. 

Juleka’s eyes glimmered as she softly stepped out of the bathroom with her weapon in hand. You can’t hide behind Rose. 

“No! I’m up! I’m waving the white flag!” Luka attempted to shrink behind Rose. 

Juleka was undeterred by Luka’s surrender, maintaining her threat of oncoming attack. 

“Don’t you dare!” Rose warned as Juleka stepped forward.

“You chose to get in the middle.” Juleka snickered as she approached. 

Before Juleka had a chance to fire, Anarka flew the door open. “Come on ye matey’s, a girl be waiting for ye.” Anarka played the mediator as she took the glass of water from Juleka. 

“Thank you, Mom!” Luka shouted from behind Rose. 

Anarka chuckled at the situation before reiterating that they needed to get their arses upstairs. 

As Anarka’s steps receeded, Luka popped over Rose’s shoulder. “Who’s here?” 

“I dunno, maybe your new girlfriend?” Juleka mocked. Luka reciprocated by sticking out his tongue. 

Luka rose to his feet, distracted by the identity of the visitor. The rapid rhythm of Rose’s dainty feet fleeing signalled that something was awry. He spun to find Juleka had stolen the glass by his own bedside, dousing him. 

“Criss colis de tabarnack! Vraiment, Jules?” Luka jetted towards her, but her squeal powered her high speed escape. 

He roared after her, absent minded to the fact that he was wearing nothing but boxers as he ran to the brunch on deck. 

“Nice panties.” Alix jested as the sun shone over Luka. 

Raising his forearm to block out the sun, he confirmed the familiar tone of the voice. She was pushing against the floor, balancing on the back two legs of the chair. 

“Never seen a guy in his underwear, hey? We tend to call them boxers.” Luka weakly defended the comment on his appearance. 

“Luka!” Anarka scolded the boy. “Put some clothes on!” 

Juleka chortled at her triumph as Luka sped back downstairs. 

“Eh! Enough outta ye! I know what cha did!” Anarka redirected her tone towards Juleka, who promptly worked to suppress her laughter. 

“Glad to see things don’t change.” Alix beamed towards Juleka. “I thought models were supposed to carry them with elegance at all times.” 

Juleka was currently in the process of shoving an oversized bite of toast in her mouth. 

“I don’t think Jules got that message.” Rose snickered before taking a sip of orange juice. 

Luka skipped steps as he bounded back to the crew on deck. He nearly shook the boat with how aggressively he dropped his butt beside Alix. Stretching his arm out, he gave her an amicable side hug. “It’s been a while! What have you been up to?” 

“Travelling.” She raised her eyebrows with a grin, knowing that only the holders at the table truly understood her definition of the word.

“Are you here to stay?” Luka asked as he piled food onto his plate. 

“Jesus you got big.” Alix scoffed at the amount of food he put on his plate. 

“What? You didn’t get a good enough look when you checked me out in my ‘panties’?” He joked as he shoved a piece of toast in his mouth. 

Rose and Alix shared a covert laugh at the twins’ identical approach to food. 

“Not my type.” She coolly avoided the retort battle that they were bound to enter. 

Luka gulped down his chunk of toast. “Are you here to stay? Or to at least tell us about some of the awesome stuff you saw?” 

“You know how these travels go… can’t say much. All work, no play.” She thrived on the impatient energy that circled the table. “I’m here because we need to talk.” 

Juleka shot towards Luka. She was about to ask him what idiotic thing he had done, in their practised Quebec slang, but the conversation was quick to move forward. 

“Oh,” he mumbled, assuming she was there to discuss the identity reveal. 

“Eat up. You’ll need your energy before I kick your ass.” She pointed towards his food. 

“What did I do wrong?” Luka asked, exasperated that blame was constantly aimed towards him. 

“Well, you go too slow, you’re handling’s shit, and you’re not as good as me.” She counted her insults along her fingers, hoping that Luka would not look too far past her facade. 

Luka was too distracted to listen closely to the tone of her words. Instead, he was thrilled by the idea of going head to head, or bike to blades, just like old times. 

“You’re going down.” Luka shook his fork at her before taking another mouthful of eggs. 

-

The purpose for the meeting was all but forgotten as Alix and Luka slipped into their old ways. For hours they practised tricks and raced around the track. Alix had the advantage on the short laps since she could gain initial speed faster than Luka. If they had a longer track Luka knew he would always win, yet he never asked for one. 

As the sky turned mandarin, they leaned against the picnic table, eagerly gulping at their water bottles. 

“Thanks for this Alix, I really needed it.” He pushed the sight of Adrien’s harrowing eyes from his memory. 

“Of course!” She gave him a small arm bump. “I can’t imagine spending every moment of your day with a sad cat to be great for your mood.” 

“It was nice being there. But, it’s painful not knowing how to help.” Luka picked at the edges of his water bottle. He felt an incredible sting of guilt at the reality of his words. 

“Unfortunately, only he can do that. All you can do is be there and hope he makes the right decisions.” Alix stated with confidence. She was always a relief to be around, she was the only holder that never felt the need to hide behind a mask in her everyday life.  

Luka nodded, it was Adrien’s choice. But for an intelligent man he made a lot of dumb decisions, and the wrong one could cost him his life. 

“Alright, shoot your question.” Alix pushed her chin onto her fist waiting for the inquiry she knew Luka was burning to ask. Last time she didn’t give him a chance to ask and it had met the same fate as before intervention, only delayed. 

“If you already know, why don’t you just tell me?” Luka attempted to skirt his responsibility. 

“If only, if only the woodpecker sang.” 

Sighing, Luka finally released the question that he didn’t want to hear the answer to. “Ladybug wants me to help her in an identity reveal with Chat. I know that I’ve helped them tell each other their identities before and Sass had to fix things. And even worse, Ladybug used to be terrified about a ‘Chat Blanc’? But now she just seems fine with the idea. I just need to know, will helping them result in tragedy?” 

“Sharing their identity can always be risky, but both of those consequences were caused by Gabriel. With Chat Blanc, Gabriel pushed him so hard. But he’s strong, you know?” Alix looked towards Luka for confirmation. She wanted him to focus on that one instead of digging into the second; it would be too easy to misinterpret. 

“Yeah,” Luka exhaled, his enervation from the night before still clouding his head. It was true that Adrien had been through more than most people could handle; he was constantly put to the test and managed to pass with flying colours. Hell, Gabriel was waging war within his house and Adrien still defended Paris while spouting puns. It was without a doubt that Adrien was the strongest person he’d ever met. 

“He fought the control, hard. But the powers were too great. By resisting the control, his negative emotions soared, creating a mega cataclysm that straight-up took out the moon.” Alix spread her hands as she pointed towards the sky. 

“Holy shit - do you think his powers could evolve to that on their own?” Luka couldn’t fathom that magnitude of an attack. 

“God, I hope not! Not even Plagg has fucked with the moon. Yet.” It was never safe to assume that Plagg would behave. 

“Do you think I should help Ladybug figure out Chat’s identity?” He didn’t want to play with vague words or possibilities anymore. He wanted a firm direction. 

“Luka, we always got along because you saw things other people didn’t. You understand in a depth that most people can’t begin to imagine. I didn’t come here to answer that question. You already know.” It was Alix’s blunt honesty that Luka had admired. 

“I need to ask him, himself.” Luka sucked his teeth. 

“Bingo. If he says yes and it gets too fucked up, you know I’ll pop you right out.” Alix poked him in the chest. 

They shared a soft chuckle before Alix accepted the fact that it was her turn to face the terms that brought her. “Now, for the reason I’m here.” 

“I don’t know what else to ask, nothi-” Alix shook her head as a manner to silently cut him off. 

“No, it’s not that.” She intertwined her hands together to give herself support. 

She was silent as she held back tears, trying to remember the best things to say. Luka shifted closer, drawn by her morose melody. 

Luka held himself so confidently, always willing to give a shoulder to cry on. She’d lived the morning three times, each time more surreal than the last. Luka’s infectious laugh, him and Juleka’s teasing. 

She was exploring the world when she decided to check back on home. She hadn’t come back soon enough. She had to return to a time with less music. 

Luka’s death had ruined her. 

She never got to say goodbye. 

She had barely spoken to him in months. 

She burdened herself with guilt. Afterall, she was one of the people who left him. 

Hours, probably days, were spent rewatching the time they had spent together. He was a strong man, but held too much weight upon his shoulders. Every direction he turned, things fell apart. Stuck in an endless cycle of abandonment, heartbreak, and failure he couldn’t cope anymore. 

Alix despised that she wasn’t there for Luka. But she hated that she didn’t help Juleka either. 

Juleka was alone when she violated her terms with Agreste Industries. She was supposed to be boarding a plane to model abroad when Luka’s therapist called. The doctor was concerned about Luka’s safety and Juleka was his emergency contact. 

When his phone didn’t ring, Juleka thwarted her plans to head a search. She tried to track his phone, but it had been completely disconnected. Luka’s phone was in his pocket as he plunged into the water. 

For months, the world was devoid of music. Alix desperately wanted to turn back time, but she was all too familiar with the regulations that bound her. Pulling him off the bridge was not an option. At least, not until things began to fall apart. 

A broken timeline was never a positive thing. It was always a panicked race to fix what had been wronged. This time, it was a gift, a chance to set things right. Not only for the timeline, but for herself. Luka’s death was the shift that led to disaster. 

The first time she went back, she tackled him at the bridge. She felt hopeful once her and Juleka dropped him off to get intensive psychiatric care. But, he was too smart for his own good. He never made it to the end of his 72 hour hold. 

She kept going back, having countless conversations, trying to find the right questions to ask, the right time. Everything led back to the day after him and Adrien split. He could have gotten through that, but it impaired his ability to deal with everything else. Today’s meeting was the only way to ensure that Luka would be there to sign the contracts. 

“Things are, they’re going to get bad, Luka.” Alix shut her eyes as she tried to grasp the correct words. “We all love you.” Her tears fell before she could stop them. 

“I’m so sorry.” Luka apologised without fully comprehending what for. Alix eagerly accepted his embrace as she sobbed. 

“It- it -,” she took a moment to breathe deeply and centre herself. Sniffling, she pushed through. “Adrien loves you too.” 

He furrowed his brows, confused at how such an admission required a time reversal. It felt like a ploy more than it felt like honesty, but Luka knew Alix was not one to lie. 

“Things are going to�� they’re going to get hard. But you can’t give up. They need you. We need you. There is going to be a mission that only you can complete.” She clenched her teeth at the reason why it was uniquely him that needed to survive. Before Master Fu found his Agreste unicorn, Luka was the only other person he seriously considered for the Miraculous of the Cat. 

“Okay… Can you tell me anything else?” It was difficult to accept a simple ‘life will suck, be happy’. He kept his arms around her until she was ready to break the hold. 

“Follow your heart. I know there are a hundred things internally and externally that work to dictate your thinking. Don’t do what you think is right on paper, do what that stupid thing in your chest is telling you to do.” She despised knowing that she was throwing him into the flame, but it was far better than the alternative. 

Luka ran his hand along his face. Whatever catastrophe exists in the future, it was obviously related to Adrien. “Do we finally get a chance, does it really happen?” 

“I can’t tell you that. What I can tell you, is that it’s the only way we keep the timeline moving forward…Wanna do another lap?” She was eager for a distraction. 

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Luka strapped his helmet back on, sharing the same sentiment as her. He didn’t want to think about how Alix seemed to be speaking in paradoxes. She told him to follow his heart and pointed towards Adrien. But his heart told him to run. 

“Ready to see you lose again!” She tightened her blades as they prepared for another race. 

Author's Notes:

Criss colis de tabarnack - I have been saying this slurs for years without saying ‘de’ - I can’t help but wonder if my natively Quebec friends never corrected me, or if it just worked anyway, because the slurs are ridiculous anyway haha. I put this in because, even though I primarily speak English, I’ll revert to French in random moments of stress. And I enjoyed the fact that it could highlight some of the sailing the Couffaine family has done. Also, for reasons unbeknownst to myself, ‘vraiment’ is one of my favourite French words. “VRAIMENT?” Sounds way better than “SERIOUSLY?”

I always loved the concept of Alix and Luka hanging out in the background. They just both seemed so genuine. I feel like, if they were in real life, they would either be best friends or hate each other.

There are comments of them ragging on each other (specifically Luka in his underwear) but I feel like it’s prudent to mention - I strongly believe that Alix is asexual and aromantic. It’s one of the reasons the nomad life is so appropriate for her. There was absolutely no intent of romantic inclination in their conversation.

I wasn’t originally going to focus the title theme on the morose topic, but considering the conversation in the beginning notes, the Fray seemed like a perfect choice. The struggle to deal with not knowing how to save someone from themselves was heartbreakingly apt. Also, it’s just generally a beautiful song. How to Save a Life by The Fray

Adrien’s chapter is up next!

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Let me know what you thought about this chapter! Or even use this chapter as an excuse to talk about your feelings! I appreciate you all for reading <3

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

[you-will-return]

For once, I'm actually doing what I said I'd do in a timely manner.

So this will be jacket post part two: electric boogaloo, bc I didn't want the other one to get too long.

Anyway so yesterday I finished all the sewing (you'll see what I mean) and on Wednesday I finished the painting at Maxi's place (who btw came over and helped me finish my uni stuff so everybody go thank Maxi bc otherwise I'd still be sitting here crying over my shitty printer.... anyways)

Let's get to it

Here we have the front of the jacket (I'll show the collar area in more detail in a sec). On the right pocket I added my LOTSAD pin (yes, I still think the abbreviation is funny), originally I wanted to put the Blind Channel one there but then I realized 'sewing inside of a pocket sucks ass, as does sewing through two layers of jean fabric at once', so here we are. The sewing doesn't look very clean but fuck it (it's just rock'n'roll, okay I'll shut up). Maxi told me 'It would've looked better if you had cross stitched it' to which i replied 'Honey, I'm just glad that it's on there'. Anywho underneath the ghost, between the buttons I added the word(s) 'care fully' (which can be read as one or two words and I kinda like that. It's a Mitski reference but also I just love playing with language).

Here we have the LOTSAD pin (and shitty sewing job) in more detail and as you can see I finally added the GIANTS pin above the Get Up coward.

The Joonas smiley got some company. Tbh sewing the beads on like this was so much easier than trying to sew on the pins.

More beads!!! I decided to make the rays two-colored bc why not? And I know the bead placement is a bit on the nose, but eh who cares? Also I added the birds last minute bc freedom and the sea and all that (in my heart they're evil lil seagulls).

(This is nothing new but I just wanted to show it to y'all colored in)

From bottom to top: The knife (!!) is finally colored in and I couldn't be happier. Imagine walking by someone and then boom KNIFE!! (I hope you can tell how much I love this stupid bloody knife). Above this I added one of my favourite songs off of the new album. But yeah it has a star in the middle, bc they're burning (again lost an arm and a leg on the creativity). And you might notice that these beads are different, and that's bc I did this arrangement at home, where I had a greater variety available :)

My favourite part of the jacket, still. It's so simple and yet it just works. Again, I know that you've seen this before but I just wanted to show it outlined and coloured in :)

Now for the back:

Top to bottom: since my collar is usually down, I put the Watching Over Me mainly here for myself, but it's for good reason. This lyric really means a lot to me on a personal level and it's from the first MCR song I ever listened to (so it's double special), so no one but me (and you guys now haha) has to see it or know it's there, but I still wanted it to be included. Secondly: the Bad Idea back piece is done!!! Yaay!! And the roses don't look like colored in 8s anymore (double yay!!). I'll admit it looks pretty edgy (what about this jacket doesn't) but I really enjoyed painting it. I think I might have also done it out of spite for my 9th grade English teacher, who, after I had done a presentation abt MCR, told me:"Nice presentation. But Anna, all that blood and gore? Is that really necessary?" Yes, yes it is ma'am.

Lastly: the rest of the back. Yeah I kinda just went ham with the beads and pins, but it was fun (for the most part). Bottom to top: The 747 is finally colored in, bc of its position it's kinda reminiscent of an incomplete license plate but if you knew my history with this number, you'd agree that it makes this just that much more fitting.

Above it the Blind Channel beads, kind of as a summary of everything above them.

Then we have Balboa (why is there a heart bead? Bc Maxi had some lying around and I thought it looked pretty). I really like this song and I would give a lot for that skeleton Breakdowns for Breakfast t-shirt.

Above Balboa we have a part of glory for the greedy. No deeper reason for why it's here just 'mwah'. This was the first bead arrangement I sewed on btw and lemme tell you it was a struggle.

Talking about struggle we have the Don't Fix Me pin arrangement that made me want to throw myself into a river. I struggled so much with this but I ended up really liking it. Pink + edgy??? Fuck yeah, that's what I live for. I know the song itself is not everyone's favourite, but I've been listening to it on repeat ever since it came out so lol

Lastly we have the Left To Die beads (yes alive or only burning, again, that song has been living in my head rent free ever since I first listened to the album and not just bc of the jupiter line haha). When I first heard the chorus I was like 'huh' and then i thought about it some more and I was like 'hUH?!?', anywho needless to say this lyric hits me every single time (:

Soooo.... that's the jacket. Edgy, wonky and with a certain.... diy-charm.

Hope you enjoyed this journey and its outcome as much as I did.

Bonus: The diy saftey pin necklace (by me) and saftey pin earrings (by Maxi), that I'll probs wear at the concert. Alongside a Revenge bracelet that I wanted to sew onto the jacket but sadly didn't know where to put.

[hiddlewhore]

Proud of you

Warnings: smut. Idc if you're not 18+ but be at least 15+ ty

Summary: after the premiere of shang chi and the legend of the ten rings. You have some fun and reward him for being such a good boy ;)

A/n: to the ppl who requested stuff. I'm kinda having a writer's block on those and I was just so excited to write this one so I hope yall don't mind. Also this is kinda gender neutral I think?

"U ready babe?" My boyfriend asked and I replied with "Yeah just a second."

In a few minutes we would stand on the red carpet for the premiere of simu's new film. The first Asian character with his own movie in the mcu. It's so special to him and he's been so excited for weeks. Well for years actually.

I walked down the stairs and simu was waiting for me in the living room. He saw me and his jaw dropped. "W...wow you look so...sexy..." I blushed and stepped closer to him. "And you look soo handsome. Gosh if we didn't had to go right now, I would've literally jumped on you and fucked you on the couch." I said and he laughed. "We still have some time" He smirked and his face was close to mine. I grabbed his cheek with my hand and smiled. "If we get home, I promise." I winked and kissed him. His hands rubbed my back and wandered to my butt. He softly rubbed it and looked at me with sparkles in his eyes. "I love you." He whispered softly. "I love you too but we really need to go now." I said and he nod. He opened the door of the car like a real gentleman and we left.

**

Cameras were flashing, interviewers were asking simu questions, fans were asking for pictures...everything was so cool and simu was an absolute sweetheart throughout all of this. And he was just so happy to be here. Him talking about inspiring little Asian kids made my eyes water. Gosh I'm so lucky to call him mine. He held me as much as possible. His hand was on my hip the whole time and he would sometimes kiss me for a picture.

**

We finished watching the movie and it was better than I ever expected. The visual effects, the story line, him...everything was perfect. I was so proud of him. I often looked away from the screen to look at simu. His hand was holding mine the whole time, his eyes fixed on the movie and his mouth was forming a big smile. But I must say, when his shirtless scene came up, I was getting kinda hot and I'm pretty sure he noticed. I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs trying to relieve some of the tension that was going on in my pants.

We arrived home and he asked "Hey everything okay" And I snapped out of my thoughts. "What? Yes sorry...I was just thinking" I replied. "About?" He raised an eyebrow and I smiled. "About you obviously..." and a smirk formed on my face. "Good because I was also thinking about you. About all the things I want to do to you right now." "Oh? Well show me then." I said and he bit his lip.

He grabbed my face and kissed me. I opened my mouth and we were making out like crazy. He pushed me against the wall and I felt a weird tingling feeling in my stomach. Oh my god he's so hot. His tongue was exploring my mouth while I took his jacket off. He was only wearing a white shirt now that hugged his muscular body perfectly. I swear I could've just cummed right there and then. He pulled away and we caught our breaths.

"You know that I LOVE you in this beautiful red dress but I really want to see what's under it now so if you don't mind?" I licked my lips and he pulled the straps of my dress down and kissed my shoulder. He was biting and sucking on it definitely leaving marks. He moved to my neck and sucked on my sweet spot. "O-oh y-yes..." I threw my head back and moaned. "Gosh you look so sexy like this" He said and picked me up. While he walked to our bedroom, i started to kiss his neck. "Love, if you don't want me to trip and drop you, I'd stop doing what you're doing right now." I laughed and said sorry when I felt a hard smack on my ass. "Sorry who?" He said with a low voice and I raised my eyebrow. "Really? You want me to call you daddy?" We arrived in our bedroom, he threw me on our bed and whispered in my ear. "Yes, if you want to cum, you have no other choice."

His words sent shivers down my spine and I grew wetter with the second. I've never seen his so dominant before. I liked it but it was his big day and I wanted to take care of him. I pulled him with me on the bed and got on top of him. His eyes widened and I kissed him. I bit his lip and whispered "not today baby boy, I'm gonna make you feel good. It's your day."

"But I want to make you feel goo-" I cut him off with another kiss while my hands took his pants and his shirt off revealing his toned abs.I took his dick out of his white boxers and rubbed it. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and I sucked on it making him groan. My tongue swirled around it and his hand flew to my hair grabbing my locks tightly. "D-don't s-stop l-love..." He moaned and I felt the same fluttering feeling in my stomach again.

I bobbed my head and tried to get him as much in my mouth as I could. His tip hit my throat and my hand stroked the rest. His head fell back and his eyes were closed. I released him from my mouth and said "look at me when I make you cum pretty boy." He groaned in frustration and I continued sucking him off. His moans and groans grew louder with the second so I knew he was close. I went faster and he grabbed my hair again and shoved my head all the way down on his dick and came in my mouth. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I swallowed his cum and he smiled. His hand grabbed a strand of my hair and put it behind my ear. "You're so beautiful like this...I could look at you forever. And seeing you swallowing all my cum makes me so..."

I licked his abs, his neck and finally kissed him again. Him tasting himself on my tongue. "Gosh babe you'll be the death of me." "If it makes you feel good, gladly." We laughed and he looked at me with so much love in his eyes. "What?" I blushed. "I love you so much." He whispered and I whispered back "I love you more."

"And now it's my turn to make you cum." He said and got on top of me.

[judeswhore]

Your a liverpool fan and it’s abit awkward after the loss with jadon coz your buzzing and he’s ovs sad some angst and fluff x

FIRST JADON FIC? I AM: SCARED,,, idk how i feel abt this but i wanted to get it out tonight after that game so HERE WE GO

your loss, my win - jadon sancho

You knew the second Jadon met you outside of the stadium that things were about to get incredibly awkward. He was furious, brows drawn together, body wound tight and you watched the way his eyes turned even more stormy when he noticed the Liverpool shirt clinging to your upper body.

Maybe the loss wouldn’t have been as bad if he didn’t have to come out to his girlfriend wearing the oppositions kit. He’d seen you in the stands with your friends, clapping and grinning, celebrating the win at the expanse of his feelings. Maybe it was petty and maybe he was acting like a child but he was annoyed and he was allowed to be upset that you were practically rubbing the shit performance in his face.

He ignored your little hi as he climbed into the car, waiting in silence for you to settle into the passenger seat, and your elated feeling over your childhood teams win slowly ebbed when you locked your seatbelt. Jadon was clearly ignoring you, gaze turned to the front of the car and you frowned across at him. He could be upset about his clubs loss all he wanted, you’d be the same if it was the other way round but he didn’t need to take it out on you. You weren’t on the field.

“Do you wanna spend the night at my place? My flatmates are out so we could cook something and watch a movie.” You tried to keep your voice soft, hands reaching into the back seat to pull one of Jadon’s jackets on over your Liverpool shirt in hopes of getting rid of his frown.

“No, think I just wanna go home and get some rest.” His words were blunt, a finality to his tone that had your frown turning into a slight glare.

“Why are you being rude?” He cut a quick glance at you across the car, his own face twisted into a look of anger. You raised your eyebrows at him, annoyed that he wanted to be bitchy to you when if the roles were reversed he’d be teasing you relentlessly about the loss. You knew things weren’t going well for him as an individual in the team but you’d been there to support him, Liverpool fan or not.

“We just lost, Y/N. 5 fucking nil. Do you know how humiliating that is?” Jadon kept his gaze on the road, hands twisting over the steering wheel.

“How is that my fault?”

“It’s not but do you really have to wear the stupid shirt? It was bad enough having my girlfriend in the oppositions stands but to have her meet me wearing their kit? I look ridiculous.” You folded your arms over your chest and huffed out a breath at his words. He was a little annoyed about you wearing the Liverpool shirt this morning but that was all teasing, now he was pissed over something that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

"No one gives a shit what team I support, Jadon and it shouldn't matter to you either. Yeah so you lost and I'm sorry for that, I'd be feeling shitty right now if the roles were reversed but why is it effecting us? I'm sitting in your car, asking you to spend the night with me, not going to some weird Liverpool celebration bash.” You pouted and turned your own gaze out of the side window.

“It’s not effecting us.. I just.. I’m annoyed, okay, I’m allowed to be annoyed.” You kept your eyes on the passing cars, mind set on not looking at your boyfriend while he was being rude.

“Obviously, but I’m not Mo fucking Salah am I? Go be in a mood with him for how the match turned out, not me.” You heard Jadon’s soft sigh and then a second later his hand landed on your thigh, thumb brushing over the fabric of your trousers.

“I’m not in a mood with you, I’m just in a mood in general. We looked embarrassing today and then I kept seeing you looking so happy and I knew you weren’t happy for me, you were happy for the people beating me and then I have to come and see you in that shirt and it made me feel like shit.” You glanced down at his hand, eyes running over the ring he’d stolen from you and had slipped back of after the game.

“You knew I was gonna be supporting Liverpool before the match started, I’m sorry that you lost, you’re an incredible player and you deserve the wins. But we agreed we wouldn’t let team rivalries get in the way of us. I don’t want us to fight because one of our teams lost.” You leant your head back against the seat of his car, turning to look over at him, his jaw still tensed.

“We aren’t fighting,” He sighed again and squeezed your thigh a little. “Look, I’m sorry for being rude, I know it’s got nothing to do with you, I’m glad that you’re happy, I’m just annoyed about how shit this seasons going all of a sudden.” You let out your own sigh, lacing your fingers through his and bringing his hand up to your mouth. You pressed a soft kiss against each of his knuckles.

“You know that I’m always there for you right, whether I’m supporting Liverpool or not, you’re my number one thought. Yeah, I’ll admit I’m pretty happy about the outcome for my team but not for you. I don’t want you to lose games, I want you to be winning and to be happy after every match because you’re more important to me than a team, Jadon.” You leant across the centre console and pressed a kiss against his cheek, fingers brushing over the back of his head.

“I’m sorry for acting like a prat.” He mumbled, quickly turning his head to kiss you, attention darting between you and the road. “You have every right to celebrate your teams win, I would be right now if things had gone differently. There’s just so much pressure and I’m letting it get to me.”

“You need to give yourself a break. You know how insanely talented you are? You’re gonna bounce back, I know you are, you just need to focus on not pushing yourself too hard.” Jadon tapped his hand against the wheel, car slowing to a stop at a set of traffic lights. He turned to catch your eye, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“Is the offer for a sleepover still open?”

“Depends, you gonna smash all my Liverpool memorabilia?”

“I’ll try to behave.” His gaze slid to the shirt you were wearing and he tugged a little at the hem of it. “This is coming off though, I’d rather you wore a bin bag if we’re being completely honest.”

“Wrong teams in the trash, J.” Your boyfriend sent you a glare across the car and you winced sheepishly. “Too soon?”

“I’d appreciate if we completely forgot which teams we support for the rest of our relationship.”

[fics-n-stuff]

Deep Breaths

For @inquistitorebony, see request here

Pairing: Kaz Brekker × Reader

Summary: Y/N's anxiety gets the best of them on a job, but thankfully Kaz knows how to handle it.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Panic attacks, brief violence, fake blood, explosions

A/N: Ahh I'm so sorry this took me so long to write!! I had writer's block and I thought I was getting out of my slump but then it just got so much worse again. I had to try so hard to get this finished and I genuinely can't tell if it's good or not, so I really hope you enjoy it 🤞🏽❤

You knew the plan. At least, you thought you knew the plan. You could never be sure with Kaz. Regardless, you were in place where he’d told you to be, weapons concealed in your outfit and Jesper at your side.

“This is crazy. You realise this is crazy, right?” You said, peering around the corner of the alley to get a view of the bridge and the crowds of locals and tourists alike.

“Everything we do is crazy.” Jesper replied with a smirk. “That’s what makes it fun.”

Sometimes you had to wonder how you ended up here, working for Kaz Brekker of all people. The answer to that question was that Jesper had dragged you into it, but then came the question of how the hell you and Jesper had become friends in the first place. That answer was more complicated.

The university of Ketterdam was where your parents had sent you to keep you out of trouble, to get an education so that you could do something useful and conventional with your life. Unfortunately for them, you only succeeded in getting yourself into trouble. Jesper had been the root of that. He was the one who had encouraged you to join him and a group of students on that first night out in East Stave.

You’d managed to stay in university longer than him, but the pull of adventure that the Barrel offered eventually got the better of you. When Jesper fell in deep with the gambling halls and turned to Kaz and the Dregs, you had followed after him for no reason other than the thrill. Which was strange, considering the immense anxiety that you carried through life.

Jesper had questioned it at the time, and sometimes continued to question you on it, but you couldn’t explain it to him. The type of thrill that your exploits with the Dregs provided wasn’t the type that triggered your anxiety, generally speaking. Talking to people was your weak point, fighting or stealing from them was usually fine.

Kaz had been skeptical about you at first, but Jesper was adamant that he should bring you onboard. It wasn’t long before he came to see that you certainly had your uses and you worked in a team, especially with Jesper at your side. He never mentioned your anxiety, but nothing slipped past Kaz. He definitely knew even before he had witnessed the full effect of it, and you had noticed long ago how he tended to keep you off of jobs that might cause you to panic.

“I see the signal from Nina.” Jesper said, eyes on a flash of light coming from a window up the street. “Get ready.”

“Born ready.” You smirked.

“I’ve been rubbing off on you. I’m not sure I like what I’ve created.” He commented, and you rolled your eyes.

“Distraction time, Jes.” You said, bursting a capsule of fake blood between your teeth and slamming another one against you chest before stumbling out of the alleyway. Your nice, white shirt now had a fresh red stain, blood running down you chin, and you looked just like a well-to-do tourist who had run into the wrong crowd.

“Help!” You heard Jesper shout in Zemini right behind you, and eyes began to turn in your direction. “We’ve been attacked!”

“Somebody get help!” You followed up in a fake Zemini accent, which Jesper had earlier remarked upon as being scarily accurate. It was right then that the stadwatch patrol that you had been sent out to distract in the first place rounded the corner. “Guards! Help!”

The stadwatch turned to the source of the commotion, and rushed immediately over to you. That was something that they wouldn’t do if you were dressed in your regular Barrel attire.

“In Ghezen's name, what happened?” One of them exclaimed. Jesper began rambling in Zemini, doing a very good job of acting frantic with his hand on the tailored bruises around his eye and over his cheek. You caught a glimpse of Kaz emerging out of the next street down, completely unnoticed thanks to your distraction.

“Do you speak Kerch?” A guard asked you after being unable to get anything helpful out of Jesper.

“Yes, yes I speak Kerch.” You answered, straining your voice as if you were in pain. “They came out of nowhere, attacked us and stole our things.”

The guard reached out to move your shirt, and you let out a scream of pain to deter him. It worked and he jumped back, eyes wide and afraid.

“We need to get you to a medik.” He said quickly, and you nodded. You turned to Jesper and recited the Zemini sentence that you had practiced all morning, just incase an onlooker happened to actually be Zemini.

“Give me some help, I can't walk like this.” You said. He nodded, shaking his arm out of the grip of the other stadwatch guard and reaching out to pick you up. Practically effortless with all that farmer’s strength.

“Alright, follow us.” The guard said, but as he took the first step there was a deafening bang and a huge plume of smoke from the street around the corner.

Perfect timing, Wylan.

Panic overtook the street, the stadwatch guards turning their attention from you to the smoke rising over the buildings. They started shouting to the people around, trying to keep them calm.

Another blast sounded, and now people were running. Jesper set you down, and you patted over the pistol concealed in your jacket just in case.

“Let’s get moving.” Jesper said, as quietly as he could for you to still hear him over the commotion. You nodded, your heart beating fast as people stormed past you. You didn’t like big crowds, and there were more people here than it had initially appeared. There was a handkerchief in your pocket, and you took it out and wiped the fake blood off of your face.

The two of you began following the flow of the crowd, when suddenly there was a flash of light and a cloud of dust flew towards you as another blast went off up ahead.

That wasn’t part of the plan.

Your heart jumped and your breathing immediately quickened as the people who had been running that way now pressed back towards you. Jesper grabbed your arm, seeing the panic that was beginning to fill your eyes. The explosions weren’t creating any damage, just a loud bang and a lot of smoke, but these people didn’t know that and they wanted to get as far from them as possible as fast as possible.

“We’ll go around.” Jesper said, tugging on your arm to pull you after him as he made a beeline for the nearest alleyway.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you let Jesper drag you through the alley onto the next street across, which was just as crowded with panicked people. He pulled you along behind him as he wove through the crowd towards the rendezvous point, your mind spinning and your chest tight. You didn’t even realise that you were there until he pushed you back against a wall and moved you to sit down on the ground.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me.” He said, a firm hand on your shoulder. “Deep breaths, okay?” He turned to look over his shoulder at Kaz and Wylan. “What happened? Why was there a third explosion?”

“Things didn’t go exactly according to plan.” Kaz replied. “We had to prolong the distraction to get away.”

“I always keep extra equipment on me; I gave it to Inej and told her to set it off further up from the bridge if we ran into trouble. It was the best option we had.” Wylan added.

“Right, well, tell that to Y/N's anxiety.” Jesper huffed.

“Jesper, you and Wylan have to keep going.” Kaz said.

“What? Look at Y/N, I’m not leaving-"

“Now, Jesper, or all of this has been for nothing.”

“But Y/N was supposed to come with us.” Wylan fretted.

“You’ll make it work. Now go, I’ll deal with Y/N.”

“This is my best friend, Kaz.” Jesper said, leaving your side to approach Kaz, practically squaring up to him. “This isn’t a problem you can solve with planning and scheming, this is a serious human issue and you don’t have a great record with those.”

“I have it handled, Jesper.” Kaz responded firmly.

“Go, Jesper.” You spoke up, elbows rested on drawn up knees, your chest rising and falling heavily. You nodded. “I’ll be fine.” He looked at you, concern on his face, but eventually sighed and nodded back.

“Alright.” He said, stepping back over and lightly patting your head comfortingly. “Come on, merchling.”

Jesper and Wylan moved on to the next step of the plan, leaving you and Kaz alone. He took a seat on the floor against the wall opposite you in the small space, his bad leg outstretched in front of him and his cane resting across his lap. You looked at him, the edges of your vision still blurry.

“I apologise for not warning you ahead of time.” He said after a moment. “I should have accounted for the fact that such a surprise would have a negative impact on you.”

Kaz was generally cold – unaffectionate and pragmatic – but you had a suspicion that he’d always secretly had a soft spot for you. He was considerate of your feelings; he was even almost nice to you when nobody else was around. You quite liked the Kaz that you got to see. It was different to the Kaz that Jesper always complained about.

“What could have possibly given the impression that I was impacted negatively?” You managed to joke, but you choked on your laugh as your body desperately tried to fill your lungs.

“Hey, look at me.” Kaz said before you could start hyperventilating again. “Put your knees down, open up your chest.” You complied, and your body thanked you for the action as some of the strain in your chest alleviated.

“Sometimes I wonder why the hell I put myself in these situations.” You panted.

“I did warn you against it, but you seemed determined to follow in Jesper's footsteps.” He replied. “You’ve made a pretty good go of it regardless. Hold your breath for a second, you’re still breathing too fast.”

You followed the instruction, drawing a deep breath and holding it in your chest for a few seconds, and when you let it out your breathing was slower.

“This is stupid.” You muttered. “I should be over this by now, it’s pathetic.”

“No it’s not.” Kaz said plainly. “It’s something you’ve experienced for a long time, it’s not just going to go away.”

“No one else let’s their problems get in the way on a job.”

“That’s not true, it just happens differently. You still have some fake blood on your face by the way.” It would be dry by now, no point trying to wipe it off with a handkerchief, so you simply shrugged.

“What does that mean, ‘it happens differently’?”

“If you pay close attention you’ll notice.” He answered vaguely. “Though, I know you’re very aware of the hurdle that the gambling halls pose to Jesper. That’s caused some trouble on jobs in the past.” You chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement.

You sat in silence for a while, focused on evening out your breathing. Kaz wasn’t good at dealing with emotions so you would expect that he wouldn’t be very good at dealing with your panic attacks, but actually his straightforward approach was pretty effective. Maybe his voice was just so commanding that even your anxiety couldn’t help but do what he said.

Generally, Kaz acted like the panic attack wasn’t happening. Just like today, other than to give you an instruction to calm you down he would just talk to you like he normally would. It was usually helpful, a good distraction or something like that.

There was one time, however, that Kaz had been more worried about you than you had thought was possible. It hadn’t been on a job, just a normal night at the Crow Club. You had been trying to drag Jesper away from the cards table when a fight had broken out. Being a member of the Dregs, and so technically a sort-of employee of the gambling hall, you had stepped in to try and break it up.

You weren’t intimidated by the fact that one of the men was at least twice your size, you had held your own against that before, and knowing that there was security that would step in soon had you assured that all would be fine. But when you placed a hand on one of the men’s shoulder – not the big guy, one of the other men in the fight – to try and stop him from going towards the man he had decided was his enemy, he had turned on you with such speed that you had no chance to defend yourself before his hand closed around your neck.

Your memory was a little spotty from that point on. You remembered being slammed against a wall, maybe even lifted off the ground. Jesper drew his gun, and you’re sure that if shooting customers wasn’t so frowned upon that he wouldn’t have hesitated to fire.

It didn’t last long. His outburst had effectively ended the fight that had been taking place and turned the attention of every assisting party to you. The man holding you had been taken down by a few swift hits from the hulking Dregs member that Kaz liked to have as security, and by that point Dirtyhands himself had been drawn out of his little office in the back by the commotion.

To hear Jesper tell it, it was like your body hadn’t realised that your airway was no longer being compressed and you just weren’t really breathing. Kaz had instructed Jesper and the security guard to get you up and into the back office before demanding an explanation from the person closest to him.

You didn’t see Kaz break the man’s hand with his cane, but you remember hearing the scream.

Once it was just you, Kaz and Jesper in the office, Kaz’s demeanor changed instantly. Not that you were really cognizant enough to notice right away, but Jesper wouldn’t shut up about it for a little while. What had seemed, while out on the floor of the gambling hall, just to be a Barrel boss squashing a disruption to his business and doling out payback on behalf of a friend turned into seething rage, which in turn became a constant look of concern as he intently watched Jesper coax you to start breathing properly.

Jesper had business to attend to later that night, so after a while it was just you and Kaz sat in the office. He fetched you a glass of water and sat with you until you were feeling better, never taking his eyes off of you. You had told him about your anxiety, but until then he had never seen it in full effect.

Since that day he had been more in tune with that part of you, learning how to tell when you were having a bad day and remembering what kinds if things made you panic. If he caught you when your anxiety was spiking he would stay and just talk to you. It was nice of him.

“Sit up straight.” Kaz said, and you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the tip of his cane pressing gently against your shoulder. You realised how far you had curled in on yourself and leaned back against the wall. Kaz had drilled it into your head that opening up your posture would help you breathe better, but sometimes you needed reminding anyway. “How are feeling?”

“Better.” You mumbled with a slight nod.

“How are the edges of your vision? Still fuzzy?”

“A tiny bit.” You answered, trying not to smile at the fact that he remembered how your vision went fuzzy when you had a panic attack. “If I ask you a question, will you answer me honestly?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you bother with me?” The question had been weighing on your mind for a long time, but in the past few weeks it had felt like it had been pressing for you to actually ask. You thought that Kaz liked you, but at the same you couldn’t think of a reason for that to be true.

“What do you mean by that?” Kaz asked, his head tilting a minuscule amount and his brow furrowing ever so slightly in curiosity.

“I mean, why do you keep me around? Why do you bring me on jobs? Why do you bother learning how to take care of me? Maybe at first it was for Jesper's sake but surely that can’t be the case now, so why?”

Kaz watched you for a moment, folded his hands in his lap and cleared his throat.

“You’re a valuable member of the team.” He answered matter-of-factly. “You work well with others, you’re a fast learner, you seem to genuinely enjoy being a member of the Dregs most of the time. As for why I’ve learned to take care of you, well, what kind of a leader would I be if I didn’t? You know me, I like to know everything that there possibly is to know when it comes to my business and my team.”

“Right.” You nodded. “That makes sense.”

“You don’t like that answer.”

“What?”

“I know you well enough to know what your face does when you’re unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy.”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. What is it that you wanted me to say?” His question made you feel suddenly quite embarrassed, and you averted you eyes with a shrug.

“I don’t know, I guess I just thought that maybe you actually liked me. You know, as a friend.” You mumbled. You glanced back at Kaz long enough to see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“If I told you that I liked you, would it make you feel better?” He asked. He wasn’t being sarcastic or mocking you, but you still became even more embarrassed.

“Forget about it, it doesn’t matter. I’m feeling much better now so we should probably start moving-"

“Y/N.” Kaz interrupted, and you froze mid-motion of standing up. “I do like you, but I don’t have friends.”

He moved to stand up, and you finished getting to your feet. You watched him use his cane as leverage to get up off the floor, and if it had been anyone else but Kaz you would have offered a hand to help him up.

“You do too have friends.” You replied with a tiny smile. “You, Jesper and Inej are a trio of best friends if I’ve ever seen one.”

“I thought Jesper was your best friend.”

“People can have more than one best friend, Kaz.”

“The more friends you have, the more leverage your enemies have against you. That’s why I don’t have any.” He stated, taking the first step. You assumed that you would be heading to where he was supposed to meet Nina and Matthias. He was late – just how late you weren’t sure, the passage of time alluded you during panic attacks – but they probably weren’t all too worried.

“I think you just tell yourself that we’re not your friends so that you feel better about having a weak spot.” You said, teasing slightly. “Do you like me as much as you like Jesper?”

“I like you more than Jesper. You’re less of a thorn in my side.”

“Aw, Kaz! That’s so sweet.” You smiled. He scoffed.

“I take it you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Good.”

“Can I ask you one more question?” You inquired, and Kaz sighed before humming an agreement. “Do you maybe like me for a different reason than that I’m less annoying than Jesper?”

There was a beat of silence, and Kaz inhaled.

“I enjoy having you around.” He answered vaguely, but you could see in his eyes in the sidelong look that he gave you that it was deeper than that. You smiled, satisfied and not needing to push.

“Good. Me too.” You muttered, and the two of you continued walking, side by side.

[jgnico]

Okay, I'm going to elaborate on my earlier post and to do so I'm breaking this down into two very important sections:

1. The JJK fandom's feminization and fetishization of Gojo as a character and in his relationships, and

2. The general issues with racism when portraying queer poc characters in relationships that happens in fandom culture.

PS: I'm not touching the topic of why male ships shouldn't be characterized in terms of sex or why saying one character is a bottom vs another is a bad thing. If you want breakdowns about that, I guarantee that there are resources and posts that you can find through google. It's a well-known debate and I'm only here to talk about the issues that come up with Gojo's portrayal in fandom.

Staring off, I'm gonna to remind everyone that Gojo is neither skinny nor pale. He's an Asian man that's not only well into the 6'3 range, but he's also extremely fit. He is not skinny. He is not a twink. He has never been portrayed within the manga as such. In fact, if you want a clear picture of his physique, Gege has given that to us in the most blatant way he ever could.

Gojo's a big dude. He has a broad chest, straight shoulders, and big hands. There is absolutely nothing slim about him.

Even if you wanna go strictly off the anime, he's still larger than pretty much every other character in the show. I think the only character that possibly has him beat size-wise is Todo, but they're still the same height (give or take a cm) with Todo having a more obviously muscular build.

But let's look at some official art for the anime as well.

If seeing him beside Geto and Kuroi doesn't make this obvious, I want you to look at Gojo in comparison to literally everyone else in this picture. (We're not counting Panda, because Panda's literally a bear.)

The only reason that Gojo looks "skinny" is because he dresses in clothes that fit his body type without clinging to him. They sit comfortably on his frame and give off a more lithe impression of his build. (Which I would hope that they do because his shirts cost more than my car and that's how any properly fitted/tailored outfit should look.)

When he's not in uniform or more formal attire, he tends to wear hoodies/jackets over loosely fitted shirts and pants, which gives him the same effect while using a different method.

So he's not a twink. It's just the clothes.

Now, I don't think that I should have to point out why he's not white just because he has blue eyes and pale hair. I don’t care if you can’t picture him as Asian, because that just means that you have your own issues to work through with someone more qualified than me. 

He's Japanese, end of discussion. 

That being said, the problem that we run into with Gojo despite all of this is that fandom thinks of and portrays in him the same way that they would any white twink character. He's described effeminately when nothing about his personality or physique are "feminine" in nature. A lot of his canon qualities and traits get left out or out-right contradicted (such as describing him as "slim/boyish" or “timid/coy" when he's none of those things) in an effort of making him fit the image that's been assigned to him, regardless of if it's true to canon.

And you see this very clearly when you look at the role he's given in fanfiction vs Geto, who has more obvious Asian features and a darker skin tone.

This is without any additional filters (as in no specific ships, ratings or languages, etc. No filters!) and while, yes, you can make the argument that Geto hasn't really been in the anime yet, it's a trend that continues and is a point I'll touch on later in this post. So bear with me. 

Note: I’ll also go out on a limb and say that the majority of the bottom Gojo fics are written from his POV vs the POV of the person that he’s with.

The reason that this is a trend is because Gojo looks like a "white" character. He has a lighter complexion, pale hair and blue eyes, which makes it easier for mostly white, female author's to put themselves in his place when they write him. And this is something that's been an issue in anime fandoms for a long long time. But broadening out into fandom culture as a whole, it's also how we get situations where white ships with white characters gain way more popularity than poc ships with one or more poc characters.

Fanfiction and fandom as a whole is dominated by white female content creators. They make up the majority of authors and artists, and always have. But this issue becomes even worse when you bring in poc characters, because you run into the problem where the character with more ethnic features (darker skin, darker eyes, etc) becomes the "male" stand in of their ships, regardless of personality or body type or age.

The top or bottom role that's assigned to characters often has absolutely nothing to do with those characters themselves. Its a form of self-insertion without being obvious and if you were to ask most writers/artists why they've given the characters the roles they have, they often won't have a solid answer other than a general feeling or their own preferences.

In contrast, a lot of poc content creators will fall to the other end of the spectrum and advocate for poc or more clearly ethnic characters to be portrayed in the same way as their white or white-passing counterparts. But they'll ultimately get shut down by white creators for "fetishizing" minorities. I've seen this happen so many times in the 10+ years that I've been in fandom and I know other poc creators have run into this issue as well, but if you point this trend out to white people in the fandom, they either won't agree with you or they'll be shocked that its a problem because its never occurred to them.

Which leads me to Gojo's ships.

While, I can't speak for Nanago (and won't speak for Gofushi/Goyuu; I'm not touching those ships with a ten foot pole) I'm going to take a wild guess that most explicit fics boil down to Nanami being Gojo's dom and any non-smut fics still mostly keep him in this role in a less obvious way.

So we still run into the self-insert through canon characters issue, but it's probably not because one is more obviously Asian that the other like we see with Satosugu.

I want to reiterate that this is with no additional tags other than the one for their ship. I haven't filtered out anything else. 

Even if you take away the "bottom" tags, the majority of their fics place Gojo in that role anyways. Despite Geto having more traditionally "feminine" traits that in a fully white ship would typically lead to most people making him a bottom (such as a more empathetic personality, tendency to crave familial bonds, and a more reserved demeanor on top of being smaller in stature to Gojo) he tends to get slotted in as the top in the relationship, oftentimes at a cost of those very qualities.

Note: Again, with most fics being from Gojo’s POV, just like what I’m guessing we see with Nanago.

I cannot begin to stress how many time I've seen Gojo and Geto described through actions and speech that don't fit their characters at all and while, yes, I completely agree that having certain qualities doesn't mean that you should fit into a certain role when it comes to sex, there is an issue that comes up when the default work around to that is "pick the pale character." Especially when you add in a heap of mischaracterization and physical descriptions that don't fit that character.

I guess to reiterate my original point, stop portraying Gojo as a twink, or worse, a thinly veiled self-insert that came with a backstory.

I genuinely don't care if you prefer him as a top or bottom. Do whatever you want with that because I can't dictate your preferences. I just ask that if you find yourself always putting him in a certain role or enjoy consuming media that does, try to do so in a way that fits him and is faithful to his character.

[ericsangyeon]

black lace and birthday cake - l.sy

“Look so good yeah, look so sweet. Baby you deserve a treat.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: suggestive, fluff

theme: sangyeon’s birthday gang au

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, alcohol

a/n: hey guys! i’m back with my long awaited sequel! this can be read as a stand alone but it does take place in the same universe as my other story addicted. again please be nice i’m still not used to writing smut. this was also edited but there could be mistakes! enjoy it! -t :D

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“Do you have anything for Sangyeons birthday? It's in two days.” Kevin asks me while we are in the Starbucks line.

“No not yet. Honestly, I was going to cook him dinner or something. He's been too busy anyways.” I answer him as we move up.

“Boring!! You have been dating for how long? You should surprise him with something he would love.” Kevin says. All of a sudden his eyes widened. “Oh my gosh I have an idea!” He yells a little too loudly.

“Kevin Moon, I swear to god... But let's hear it.” I roll my eyes at him.

“You should dr- Wait, let me order first and then I'll tell you.” Kevin snickers and walks up to the counter, with me in tow.

After getting our drinks, Kevin and I started to walk around the mall. We’re killing time before our afternoon classes, and Kevin wanted to buy a pair of shoes for himself.

“You never told me what I should do for Sang’s birthday.” I nagged Kevin.

He smirked. “You should go to his apartment the day of, send him a picture of yourself in the lingerie your about to buy and then give him the best sex of his and your life” Kevin says proudly.

My eyes widened and before I can protest, Kevin continues his idea.

“I know you guys have had a crazy sex life. Don’t try to argue, it's obvious with all the turtlenecks you wear. He has been busy with the gang, and this will forsure make him come to you. Quite literally.” Kevin explains to me before taking my hand.

“I guess? I mean, I've been really horny lately and the combination of my vibrator and sexting does nothing for me.” I say to Kevin. He laughs and drags me into Victoria’s Secret.

“Ahh, this is exciting! You're gonna pick out some sexy lingerie! I swear, you’ll get Sangyeon coming in his pants before he even gets his hands on you.”

“Shut up,” I try to say but instead, I blush hard. We proceed to walk over to the lingerie section, as I eye the mannequins on display. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all.

-

November 4th. Sangyeons birthday.

The person looking back at me in my mirror was completely different. I had curled my hair into loose ringlets that rested on my face. I did my eyeshadow with a smokey dark colour, and left my lips bare, as it would all be removed anyways. On my body is a black lace push up bra that barely covers my breasts, with matching panties that highlight my ass. Attached to the underwear on both legs are garters that rest on my upper thighs. Pleased with how I look, I smiled at myself and prepare to leave.

I grab my overnight bag, as I probably will need it. I put on my silver heels and  black long coat, and I leave my apartment. On the way to his penthouse, I stopped at the bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered for him earlier today.

Pulling into Sangyeon’s private garage, I park my car and spot Younghoon, the lead bodyguard of the penthouse. I get out of my car and walk over to him.

“Good afternoon Ms. Y/Ln. Sangyeon isnt home.” Younghoon greets me.

“I know, thank you. I want to surprise him for his birthday!” I reply back, smiling.

“Oh okay! Well I’ll leave you to it. I’ll even stay on the garage floor for you.” He says with a hint of teasing.

I roll my eyes and laugh. “I’ll call you if anything goes wrong. Thanks Hoon, you're the best!” I flash him my best smile as he opens the elevator door for me and laughs.

When I get up to Sangyeons penthouse, I am greeted with no staff at all.

“I guess he sent his staff home today thinking he would crash at the mob house.” I think to myself.  Due to the high volume of work, Sangyeon has been staying at the TBZ house lately, which is why I never get to see him.

I reach his bedroom, and remove my long coat to hide in his closet. I prop my phone up on his night table, set up the camera to a timer, and proceed to take a risky picture of myself.

“I really hope this works.” I think to myself posing as the timer goes off. I grabbed my phone and my jaw dropped.

It was a picture of myself dressed in the black lingerie, kneeling on his bed. There in perfect HD, are my hard nipples poking through the bra, and my legs spread on my knees to reveal my pussy covered in black lace fabric connected to garders on my thighs.

It was great. I pulled up Sangyeons contact and sent him the picture.

“And now we wait.” I say out loud as I lean back into his bed.

-

Forty painful minutes later, my phone vibrates next me as I lay on his bed. I roll over to check that it is a message back from Sangyeon, which I open in anticipation.

I'm coming back early, you better be on the bed when I get home. The text read. My eyes widen, and a flash of desire and giddiness shoots through my body, almost leaving me breathless with arousal. I could feel my clit starting to ache with this wave of emotion.

Before I can even remove my panties to relieve the pressure on my clit, I hear the front door to the penthouse open. I jump and rearrange myself so that I'm sitting with my legs dangling from the huge bed. I hear him drop something, and his shuffling getting closer and closer to me. I'm about to call out Sangyeon’s name when the bedroom door swings open.

There Sangyeon stands, suit jacket off and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes are on fire, travelling down my body like he's about to devour me. I stare back at him frozen, as I let myself be torn apart by Sangyeon’s gaze. Finally, his eyes meet mine, and his lips curve into a smirk.

“You're a bad girl.” He whispers.

“What did I do?”  I play innocent.

“You know, how you sent me that picture while I was in a meeting just to get me riled up. Do you know the effect you have on me? I could have embarrassed myself in front of the powerful European gang.” Sangyeon growls. He starts to walk towards me slowly, every step he took making me more aroused.

Sangyeon grabs my face roughly and crashes his lips on mine. The brown haired man pushes me down onto the bed and hovers over me. He kisses me roughly, entering his tongue into my mouth when I part my lips. My hands reach up to his shirt, undoing the buttons fast to reveal his beautiful upper body. I press my hands on his abs, making him gasp into my mouth. I didn't even realize Sangyeon had taken my bra off, until his lips left mine made their way down to my bare breasts.

“Your tits are beautiful.” Sangyeon coos, bringing his mouth down. He catches my left nipple into his mouth and sucks on it softly while using his hand to fondle with my right breast. I let out a loud sigh, as he switches to the right. But when Sangyeon starts to leave open mouth kisses down my stomach, I use this chance to flip him over, making me on top.

“Y/N, baby, I'm always on top. What are you doing?” Sangyeon asks me.

“It's your birthday, let me spoil you for once.” I reply mischievously.

“Baby its okay, I dont m- fuck!” He growls as I leave an open mouth kiss above his belt.

I smirk at him as I undo his belt, and remove his pants and boxers. Sangyeons huge cock springs out, hard and angry. I pump it twice before sinking my mouth down fast.

Sangyeon hisses a string of curses and reaches to grab my hair out of my face.

“Fuck baby slow down. I still want to fuck you later.” He snarls as I moan onto his cock.

Sangyeon takes my hair and motions my head up and down on his cock. I gag when it reaches the back of my throat, tears starting to form in my eyes.

“That’s it, princess. You take my cock so well. You're doing so well, baby.”  He murmurs under his breath, loud enough for me to hear.

Sangyeon grunts loud as I feel his hot cum hit my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, and pull off to meet his eyes.

“God, those eyes. They kill me.” Sangyeon whispers as he reaches over to my face and wipes off some of his cum that got on my lips. I smiled at him, but it was not returned.

“Now I'm in control, baby. Your fun is over.” Sangyeon says quickly before kissing me. He pulls off my lips slowly, lingering there.

“I want you to take your panties off and sit on my face. Let me taste that beautiful cunt of yours.” He says against my lips. I nod my head, feeling my giddiness come back.

Sangyeon repositions himself so that he's lying against his pillows. I stand up and slowly unbuckle the garter that was holding my panties up. I turn around and remove my lace underwear slowly, my ass in Sangyeon’s face.

Before I could even think, I felt his hands on my hips. Sangyeon lifts me up and places me on his face, mouth touching my pussy. Sangyeon presses an open mouth kiss onto my clit, and starts to lick and suck it fast.

“Ah Sangyeon yes!” I moan loud as my hands grip the headboard.

I begin to ride his face, grinding on his lips.  Sangyeon slaps my ass hard, gripping my waist and I think I am seeing stars.

“Right there, yes! Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I tilt my head back and moan, speeding up the pace. He proceeds to stretch my pussy out with his fingers, and adds two inside without any warning.

This is too much for me to handle. I scream as I feel myself cum all over Sangyeon’s mouth and two fingers. He removes his fingers and kisses my clit softly. I roll off of him, and try to catch my breath.

“You taste so good always Y/N.” Sangyeon praises and runs his hand through my hair

All of a sudden. Sangyeon picks me up and walks over to the huge glass window that overlooks the city. I felt the cold glass hit my bare back, which caused me to hiss at the contact.

As I tried to turn myself around to admire the view, my back is full on slammed against the glass window. Sangyeon holds my waist and enters my pussy slowly, letting me adjust to his huge size.

“You're so goddamn tight.” I hear him whisper. I wrap my legs around his torso, making it easier for us to both adjust.

I let out a moan to let him know he bottomed out. Sangyeon removes his cock from my pussy and slams back into me fast. I scream as I feel his fingers dig into my hip bones.

His thrusts become so fast quickly and I'm helpless against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and capture his lips in a messy kiss, moaning against his mouth.

“You like that princess? Everyone seeing me fuck your tight pussy against the window? Sangyeon grunts into my ear,

I moan back, too overwhelmed to answer. He slaps my ass and presses me harder into the glass.

“Answer me, brat.” Sangyeon hisses.

“Yes Sangyeon, oh my god!” I answer him with the only words I can think of.

I can tell his orgasm is close as he pulls me to him as close as possible and thrusts into me deeply.

“FUCK!” Sangyeon yells as I feel his cum enter my pussy. He still is fucking me hard, as I feel the familar knot in my stomach.

“Sangyeon!” I scream and grip his neck as I cum.

We both fall onto the bedroom floor. Sangyeon pulls out of me and cradels my shaking body into a hug. Out of breath and overwhelmed, I feel myself start to cry.

“No baby why are you crying? You did so well. So beautiful for me, always.” Sangyeon cooes into my ear while I sob into his chest.

I look up at him. “I didn't mean to cry, that was just so amazing.” I reply softly, making him chuckle.

“Cmon, I’ll run a bath for us.” Sangyeon says as he picks me up bridal style.

We leave his bedroom and walk to the guest bathroom. A huge jacuzzi style bath rests against a glass window. Sangyeon places me gently in the tub and turns the water on. He grabs the soap and shampoo from the cupboard, placing it next to the tub. He gets in as well, and moves me so my back is against his chest. I feel him start to lather shampoo into my hair as I start to doze off.

“I hope you liked your birthday gift. I missed you a lot and wanted to do something out of the box for you.” I say tiredly to Sangyeon as he pours water over my hair.

“You're my gift everyday. I know sometimes my job gets in the way.” Sangyeon sighed. “I wish it was different, trust me. I hope you know I love you so much.” He places a kiss on the crown of my head.

“I love you too Sangyeon.” I reply to him grinning.

Sangyeon helps me stand up so he can wash my body. As I stand up, I start to grimace from the dull aches on my waist and thighs. Sangyeon notices that and frowns as he puts soap on his hands.

“I hope I didn't hurt you that much.” He says while running his hands softly over the bruise forming on my right hip.

“Don’t worry. I like the pain.” I smirk as Sangyeon rolls his eyes and laughs, making me laugh as well.

After another 10 minutes of Sangyeon and I washing each other, we both get out of the bath and change into matching white robes.

“Go wait on the balcony.” I tell Sangyeon and kiss his cheek.

When I hear him close the balcony door, I go to his kitchen to grab the small cake I got for him, as well as wine and wine glasses. I place the cake and glasses on a tray and pour the wine. I grab the candles and matches I stashed in a cupboard and light them on the cake.

When I reach the balcony, Sangyeon opens the door for me, and his face goes shocked.

“Y/N you didn't have to do that for me.” He says.

I place the tray down on the balcony table.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sangyeon. Happy birthday to you.” I sang to him grinning.

He pulls me in for a back hug as he blows out his candles. I notice the sun is setting, so I remove myself from his grasp and turn around to watch.

Sangyeon appears next to me and takes my hand.

“What did you wish for?” I ask him looking straight ahead.

“Nothing. I already have everything I need here right now.” Sangyeon turns to me and brings my hand to his lips, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes and stare back at him.

“You're such a cliche.”

“You love it.”

I kiss him with so much passion. Sangyeon grabs my waist softly and kisses back the same, as I wrap my arms around his neck. We part slowly, pecking each other a few times

That night, Sangyeon and I spoon feed each other cake until we are both full. I end up falling asleep on the balcony chair. Sangyeon brings me to his bedroom, and tucks me in.

“I had a great day with you. Goodnight Y/N sweet dreams.” Sangyeon mumbles as he presses a kiss to my temple. He climbs into bed as well and wraps me in his arms.

I dream of cake, black lace, and my dream man, Lee Sangyeon.

i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was rushed i wanted to get it out asap hehe

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