#I’m just gonna use that tag for all my ‘they’re already in an established relationship’ comics

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Locked! - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: Your friends locked you together for an hour so you can make up. 

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Slight angst, fluff, boyfriend Yoongi/established relationship

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: imagining the atmosphere of BTS in the soop helps with the mood! :)

“Jin! Get me out!!!”

“Sorry, I’m only following orders!” 

Two hours before this, you were in your bedroom, contemplating whether you should really go to this short trip your friends had been planning for weeks. The idea sounded great in your mind until the very last week. 

You had been fighting with your boyfriend for a week now. In the eight months of dating him, this was by far the longest you had fight with each other. Yoongi was mostly, if not every time, the most caring and chill person you knew. The thing was, he was so chill to the point he would let a random woman touch his face freely, caressing his cheek like he did not belong to you. 

Sure, he was tipsy, at least that was his first excuse. But he was sober enough to see that his girlfriend was standing not too far away from him. Adding more to the fuel, apparently they used to work together and you had never even heard any of that nonsense. 

That night you refuse both to go home with him and his offer to take you home. Your dramatic self almost called a cab if not for Jungkook dragging you to his car, basically volunteering to go home early just to safe the situation. 

Must be the ego of the man, because Yoongi did not reach out to you after that. While he apologized right at the venue, you wanted him to come and comfort you, talk just the two of you to sort things out. But you two were alike after all, because just like him, your ego forbid you to even just text him. In your defense, he was at fault. 

And that was how you ended up in Namjoon’s private villa, where you were supposed to have fun with your friends. The sour expression was not leaving you anytime soon, not when Yoongi was also there in the room with you. 

Jin suggested a dance off on his switch. Man had not shut up ever since he got the latest copy of Just Dance in his console. Obviously you were not having it, so instead you just stood behind, watching Namjoon and Jungkook dance off to Rain on Me by Lady Gaga. 

“Hey, uh, Y/N? Can you get my joycon strap? They’re my room…”

You got up lazily and walked to the said room, completely unaware of the fact someone was already sleeping inside. 

And that was how you got into this whole situation. 

“Jin!!!” 

You yelled again, but this time there was no more response came from the older guy, only the sound of the boys changing the song to play next. Clearly, they were not planning on getting both of you out very soon. 

The yelling and banging at door awoken the other person in the room. You both stare at each other for a few seconds, before you broke the eye contact. You moved quietly to sit down on a chair, facing your back to him. 

“They locked us up.” You said while pretending to browse your phone, busying yourself on nothing. 

The guy just straighten himself up on the bed, sitting down and grabbed his phone and started scrolling without answering to your words. 

“You’re not gonna say anything?” You snapped. You were not having his silent treatment. 

Yoongi put down his phone and sighed heavily. “What do you want me to say?”

“Whatever.” 

You groaned, standing up from your seat, you headed to the other bed just next to his. You laid down and put the blanket to cover yourself wholly. If he could just go to sleep and run away from his problems, then so could you. 

Maybe it was the tiredness from the trip, but eventually you fell asleep in just a few minutes. But the sleep only took you for a couple of minutes before the cool weather woke you up, made you shiver. You tossed and turned on the bed, hugging yourself close. 

“Are you cold?” 

You heard the voice said. The ego within you refused to react, so you stayed unmoved inside the bedcover. 

His voice called for your name again for the second time, but still, you refused to move. It was the hint of gentleness and loving in his tone, or maybe just the fact that you missed him so much, you just started tearing up silently. 

“Can you stop being childish?” 

You heard him again, but this time the source of his voice sounded very near, as if he was just right behind you. 

And you were right. He peeled the cover just until your waist, exposing yourself from underneath. You were still hugging yourself, folding your wrists together under your chin, eyes all covered. 

He sighed loudly, before your eyes jolted open at the feeling the other side of the bed dipped in with the weight of his body. 

“Don’t.” 

You stopped him. Clearly at this point he was aware of you crying but you did not care. All you knew was that you would instantly melt the moment he touch you and you didn’t want him to win you back over that easily. 

“At least let me cuddle you, I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Just turn off the aircon.”

“The remote is in the living room. The one they have outside isn’t working.” 

You groaned. The universe really wasn’t on your side this time. 

“Ugh, whatever I’ll yell at them to get us out…”

“Okay, stop.” 

You looked at his direction and saw the frustration distinctly written on his face. 

“What do you want?!” You folded your arms at him. “You clearly didn’t want to talk with me before.” 

“I…” He found it hard to make out his words. “Look, I just—“

“Do you wanna break up?” 

It was an impulsive thing for you to say. You did not actually mean it of course. You loved him, you loved him a lot that you could barely handle not being close with him for a week. You could not imagine how you would handle an actual breakup with him. 

“Jesus, no.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Let’s talk this through…” 

You saw how he stretched his arm, like he was about to hold yours, but stopped in his tracks. 

“Who is she?” You suddenly asked.

Yoongi looked to your eyes and went silent. He seemed to be in deep thoughts. It took him a few moments before he opened his mouth. 

“Her name’s Yujin. We used to work together last year before she resigned. Also used to be somewhat close until I found out she only wanted to get close to me because of my position…” He sighed. “Heard it myself, it was her words not mine. I overheard her talking with someone at our company dinner.”

“I didn’t know…” You said, looking at him sympathetically. “Why haven’t I heard about any of this? Aren’t we friends way long before all of this?”

“I kinda don’t want you to know about how dumb I was.” He raised his eyebrows and huffed. 

“But that night…”

“I know.” He looked at you directly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Everyone was staring and if I just push her or do anything rude it’d be much worse. As much as I despise her, I didn’t want to embarrass her in the public eye like that.” 

“But I don’t like seeing other people touch you like that…” You looked away as you felt your eyes getting glassy again. 

“Come here.” He took you by your wrist and you landed in his embrace. “I’m sorry.” He said as stroked your hair gently. 

“I miss you…” You said between sniffles. 

“I know, I guess I was angry because you just left and refused to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry too, I was just really jealous.” You hugged him tighter and you could hear him chuckle a little bit. 

“Are we good now?” 

He let go off you to take a good look at your face. His thumb swiped the remaining tears from your eyes and you broke into a smile, nodding at him. He smiled back, showing the gummy smile you loved so much. 

“What do we do with the cold now? Clearly they’re not getting us out until dinner…” He eyed you playfully. 

“You pervert!” You giggled. “But I’m interested…”

Suddenly the man went down from the bed and stood up. You looked at him in utter confusion. Just seconds later, he scooped you and lifted you up in his arms. You yelped loudly in surprise. 

You looked down to see him smiling with eyes full of lust—

“Yo… I think they’re fucking!!!” You heard Hoseok exclaimed. 

“Oh my gosh they are!” Jimin squealed giddily. 

“We still need their help to prepare dinner though…” You heard Namjoon protested in the background. 

“We can hear you, assholes!” Yoongi shouted back.

You heard a mixture of Jungkook and Hoseok’s laughter before the door clicked open. 

“Ayy!” Taehyung teased upon seeing you still in Yoongi’s arms. He had put you down but still had his arms around you. “Now that’s a sight we love to see!”

“Where the hell is Jin?!” You said, storming out the room. 

The oldest laughed at the sight of you looking pissed. “It was Namjoon’s idea!” He pointed at the other guy.

“I couldn’t stand the two of you fighting I like that.” He shrugged. “Plus, if you’re not fighting that means I get to sleep in my room alone cause Yoongi’s gonna sleep in yours.” 

“See? Everyone happy.” Jin laughed and clapped. “Now, go get the meat, we need to prepare for the barbecue!” 

You shook your head and smiled, seeing the silly guys. Yoongi walked from behind you and quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek before joining the chaos in front of you. 

You wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

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Promise Me Just One More Night

Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt “‘Please, stay?’” | wc: 1,248 | rated: M | cw: references to sexual content | tags: established relationship, moving away, last night together, hopeful ending | title from “If You Leave” by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark

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It feels a little pathetic, how quickly Steve gives in and begs. They’re both lying in Steve’s bed, still breathing heavily, damp with sweat and come (and maybe some tears), and he can’t stop thinking that this might be the last time he gets to touch Eddie like this. He whispers, “Please, stay?” without lifting his head from Eddie’s chest, too cowardly to look him in the eye.

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, like he’s about to explain again. Like Steve is just some little kid who doesn’t understand that sometimes people have to go away.

Steve knows damn well that nobody is going to stick around for him. He accepted that a long time ago. But Eddie had wormed his way into his heart over the summer and it made him start to think that maybe, just this once, someone would want to stay.

“Sorry, it’s stupid, forget I said anything,” Steve mumbles into Eddie’s skin. He keeps his gaze fixed on the tattoo just in front of his face, memorizing it like he’s tried to memorize every inch of Eddie in the past week.

Eddie slides a hand into Steve’s hair, carding through the strands with a tenderness they hardly had any time to explore. It sounds like an apology when he says, “You know why I have to go.”

He does, but that doesn’t stop the tears from burning in his eyes. “Yeah, but California?” His voice cracks a little. “That’s, like, as far as you can get without leaving the country.”

“Wayne’s got some friends out there who have a job for him. For both of us.”

“There are closer jobs. Like, in Ohio,” Steve grumbles. He’s probably proving Eddie right, acting like a child.

Eddie puts on a post British accent. “Alas, Lord Harrington, I need to take the sea air for my health. You know I have such a delicate constitution.”

Steve isn’t completely sure why that sets him off. Maybe it’s the reminder of how close he came to losing Eddie, how Eddie’s still recovering from all the damage the demobats did to him. But it’s probably because that stupid voice is the perfect example of how goofy and dramatic Eddie can be, and that just makes Steve miss him even more.

He’s not even gone yet and Steve already misses him so much he can’t stand it.

Eddie has to feel the tears dripping onto his chest, the shake of Steve’s shoulders where his arm drapes around his back. Steve’s not even being particularly quiet, so he can definitely hear him. But Eddie just holds Steve close and rubs a hand up and down his back while he cries.

“I’m gonna call you, like, every day. You’re gonna get sick of me. Like, the sound of my voice will make you wanna puke,” Eddie croons. The soft lilt of his voice is such a contrast to the words he’s saying that Steve coughs out a laugh despite himself.

“I don’t think you can afford the long distance charges,” he croaks. “Unless this new job is really good.”

“Okay, so you can call me instead,” Eddie says easily.

Steve sniffles. “Maybe I will. Then you’ll get sick of me.”

Eddie squeezes him more tightly and cranes his neck to kiss the top of Steve’s head. “Never gonna happen.”

“Okay. Just make sure you have your own phone in your bedroom so Wayne doesn’t catch you jacking off.”

He laughs so loud it almost hurts Steve’s ears. “You’re really something, Steve,” he says fondly. Steve can hear his smile.

“I love you, too.” The words slip out before Steve’s brain can catch up with his heart, but he doesn’t regret saying them until Eddie freezes beneath him. “You don’t have to say it back or anything,” he rushes to clarify, “but I wanted to tell you while we’re in the same room instead of, like, opposite sides of the country.”

Eddie wiggles until Steve rolls onto the bed next to him. They’re face to face now, so Steve can see the shine in Eddie’s eyes, even in the dark of his bedroom. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Steve doesn’t hesitate.

His expression goes from tense to almost manic, a huge grin spreading across his face. “I love you, too.”

Eddie is watching him so intently that Steve starts to feel self-conscious. He’s sure his eyes are all red and his hair is messed up from Eddie’s hands and he’s probably making a weird face that’s some previously-unknown combination of joy and heartbreak. And Eddie’s looking at him like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, like he’s proud to love him and he doesn’t want to leave but he has to and–

Steve is crying again. It’s worse when Eddie can see his face turning splotchy, when Steve can see how Eddie’s eyes go soft and frowny. He tries to solve both of those problems by covering his face with one of his hands, but Eddie catches his wrist and holds it against his chest. Shit, now Steve’s lip is wobbling. He closes his eyes against tears and embarrassment alike.

“Hey. You don't have to look at me but I hope you’ll listen.” Eddie pauses until Steve nods, eyes still squeezed shut. “I love you whether I’m here or in California. I’ll still think about you every day. I’ll wonder what you’re having for lunch and what you’re wearing and what movie you’re gonna pick for movie night with the kids. Yeah, it’s gonna suck that I can’t see you, or touch you, but I don’t just want you for your hot bod. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s voice is small and watery.

“The kids will keep you busy when school starts and the time will fly by. Maybe you can come visit at Christmas?”

Steve has to open his eyes when Eddie sounds that shy and uncertain. “I’ll visit as much as you want. What’s the next holiday, Arbor Day?”

“I think you mean Labor Day.” Eddie has perfected the art of laughing at Steve with a completely straight face.

“Shut up. Labor Day, National Lobster Day, it doesn’t matter. Any excuse to come see you.” He takes Eddie’s face in his hands and kisses him tenderly.

Eddie’s mouth is wet and red when he pulls away to look at Steve’s alarm clock. He groans. “Wayne wants to leave first thing in the morning.”

“Do you think he’d mind if you spend the night here? I know you’d have to wake up earlier, but–”

“He won’t care.” Eddie nuzzles his nose against Steve’s face. He doesn’t say what they’re both thinking, that this is their last night together for the foreseeable future and they’re gonna make the most of it.

Steve sighs. “Then stay. Please.”

They’re silent while they go about their nightly routines, trading spots in front of the bathroom sink while they brush their teeth and Steve washes his face. They settle back into bed on the sides they naturally claimed weeks ago and pull each other close. The alarm is set for an obscenely early hour and it’s not nearly enough time, but Steve tries not to think about it for now. He just lets Eddie hold him, tells him goodnight and I love you and soaks it in when Eddie says it back.

Maybe once he can be sure all of this Upside Down shit is over, he’ll need a change of scenery. California sounds nice.

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Tired of Us Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Header: @/kyuu9 on Tumblr

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After promising to go shopping on the weekend, time seemed to slow down exponentially, as if taunting you. Your first outing with Leona in what felt like forever (it had been a month)! You were so excited that you kinda accidentally made it to the gates about 10 minutes earlier than planned. 

“You’re damn near hoppin’ off the walls. You that excited?” Leona commented as he approached you. 

You hadn’t even noticed that you were rocking on your heels, “Well, duh. It’s been a while since we’ve been out.” 

A frown caught his lips for a moment before he leaned down, pecking your temple. “That’s gonna change, alright?”

“I know.” You were certain Leona would keep his promise.

Shopping for Leona was actually pretty easy. All he really wanted was comfortable furniture to lounge around on and anything else (ie. the decorations) could be left to you, and he didn’t fuss about it.

“At this point, we’re making a glorified fort.” You chuckled, “Not that I’m complaining.”

“So what you’re saying is we should use these big pillows,” He pointed to a comically large orange pillow, “as the floor?”

You plopped down on it. “Hmmm…maybe so? It is pretty comfy!” 

“Oh yeah, you look like you’re on the edge of dreamland there.”

You kinda were. There more you laid here, the more you actually considered using these as a floor for his fort—room.

Ping!

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you gasped, absolutely shocked at what you saw.

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It was you. Right now, laying on the pillow. Posted to his Magicam. 

You smiled as you stood, “I think we should get at least this one.” You pocketed your phone, then hauled the pillow in the cart with his help. 

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hey.hey.its.cay.cay commented on your Story

AYOOOOO

ARE Y’ALL OUT ON A DATE RN

“Welcome back, my dear.” Azul greeted you, but his eyes were on Leona. “I see you’ve brought a guest with you this time.”

Leona didn’t respond to the obvious taunt, he simply pulled out his phone, fingers quickly gliding against the screen.

“Don’t, Ashengrotto.” You warned. “Just get us a table.”

“Why, of course, my dear.” His smile widened (you hated that smile) as he led you.

“And stop calling me ‘dear’. I’m clearly with my partner.” 

“Yes, yes.” He waved you off, gesturing at the table that he had chosen for you. “Here you are.”

The table was in the middle of the lounge. You were sure he wanted everyone to get a good view of Leona ignoring you or something. Well, this would be quite the boring show. At least, that’s what you thought, but then a large, boisterous crowd entered the lounge. You glanced at Leona, who was already looking at you with a grin.

Drinks and a show, how lovely.

“I’m sorry, but we’re currently at full capacity, so if you’d be so kind—” Azul attempted to dissuade the group from coming in any further, but—

“Nah, they’re with me.” Leona spoke up.

Azul didn’t even bother to hide the frown. “And as I said, we’re at full capacity—”

“I’ll rent the whole place out for double what it would normally be worth.”

Watching Azul debate with himself over selling out or withholding his morals was fun.

Of course, he sold out in the end when Leona offered to pay triple the price. 

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I’m glad to see the two of you dining together in our establishment, @The_Monstro_Lounge_Offical We hope to see the two of you again soon.

Apparently, Leona wasn’t done with the surprises because one day during lunch while you were standing in line with the other first years, he suddenly appeared, gently removing you from the group. 

“Oi! What are you doing?” Jack reflexively grabbed your arm. The lunch line was a chaotic mess, and if someone stepped out of line even accidentally, they lost their spot and had to take the walk of shame to the back of the line.

“We’re not eating in here, so let go, pup.” You could have sworn there was a bit of a growl at the end of that sentence (but maybe you were imagining it). 

“Oh?” You cut in, easing yourself from Jack. “You cooked for me or somethin’?”

“Ha!” His laugh was sharp, “Nah, you know I can’t cook—since I’m a prince and all. I ordered out.” 

Your eyes lit up. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Of course, the little lunch date was set up in the botanical garden. It looked like he had gotten some help from the fairies that managed it with the set-up, and even to give you two some privacy. You popped a bit of your favorite dish in your mouth, almost tearing up at the burst of flavor. 

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Epple_Apel commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

AND YOU COULDNT HAVE SHARED????

JackAttack commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

Wow. Okay.

0rth0_2.0 commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

I am very happy for the two of you! However, if something bad happens, just know that I’ll be there! :)

“Party’s here, but I’m pretty sure you ain’t here—” Ace stopped short, brain short-circuiting at what he was seeing. 

And Deuce followed suit. “Quiet as usual—huh?” 

There in the lounging in the lounge was you, Grim and Leona. But that wasn’t the weirdest part. No, the weirdest part was the fact that you were laying on top of Leona (which wasn’t all that weird) and Grim was lying on top of you (once again, not weird), but like Grim was laying on top of you who was laying on top of Leona which was weird. 

However, once Grim caught sight of them, he scrambled out of your grasp, which woke both you and Leona up. 

“Save me!” He scrambled behind Ace. “They’ve been holding me here hostage for hours now!” 

“We’ve literally been asleep for maybe an hour. What are you talking about, Grim?”

“I didn’t ask for a front row seat to all of this!” He gestured widely at the two of you before jumping onto Ace’s shoulders. “Let’s go! Before they kiss or something!”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t—OH MY GOD—EWWWW!”

You were caught off guard just as much as Deuce was. You knew Leona was cheeky, but you didn’t expect him to kiss you in front of your friends like that (not that you really minded a kiss from him). He didn’t let you go until the front door slammed shut, and when he did, you knew it was only for a moment. 

Oh well, at least you didn’t have an audience anymore.

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Y’all are literally like that one couple that everyone is rooting for, but also finds annoying. 

Double_Deuce_2 commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

THIS IS THE GREAT GRIM AND I CAN CONFIRM THAT THEYRE SUPER ANNOYING

“It’s that time again, My King.”

“Time for you to say that you’re tired of me?”

You lightly slapped his arm, earning a chuckle from him. “Of course not.” You cupped his face, making it meet yours that had moved closer. “It’s time for me to remind you that I am so deeply in love with you.” 

He closed the distance, capturing your lips. “Right backatcha. I’m actually more in love with you than you are with me.” 

“So it’s a contest now?” You kissed him again. “How do we decide a winner?”

“I can think of a few ways”

“Well, the two of you are gonna have to wait until later.” Someone stopped the two of you from going any further.

Leona sighed. “Always coming in at the right moments, aren’tcha Bucchi?” 

“Shishishi…but nah, for real y’all are really gonna have to wait to do all of that later.” 

You smirked. “What? Tired of us yet, Ruggie?” 

“I wanna say, yeah, but the pay is too good, so I’ll just smile and nod.” He did neither. 

“Alright,” Leona straighten himself then pulled you into his lap. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“‘Course the two of you are gonna be difficult till the very end.” Ruggie shook his head, but begun his repot nonetheless, not like he could do anything anyway. 

The two of you wouldn’t listen to anyone, but each other, at this point. 

Now and forever. 

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In front of my salad? On god? I deserve a raise. 

King_Leona_Kingscholar_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi

Get used to it.

Sunset_Savana_Sovereign_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi

On god. And we’ll do it again. Shenan once to shenan again. 

LISTEN HERE STINK! IT MAY BE YOUR BIRTHDAY, BUT THIS

THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY

GRIM PITY?

ALL MY KEYS

GONE

AHYUK! I SEE IT!

THE DOOR TO DARKNESS

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PIXELATED ZEN

❨ summary ❩ genshin › genshin men playing minecraft with you ((ft. alhaitham, itto, cyno, diluc, kazuha, kaeya, heizou, & xiao))

tags ✧ modern au, drabble, fluff, chaotic energy, not proofread, cursing, ooc(?), established relationship, gn!reader, kaeya sets a forest on fire, alhaitham does not appreciate bees, mentions of pixelated deaths

amanuensis’ message ⊹ IM NOT TRYING TO KILL MY OTHER FANDOMS I SWEAR… im gonna back up from twst for a bit (im literally posting scarabia soon.) you can clearly tell who my favorites are… this unlocked a whole different part of my brain holy shit im deceased

⌜200+ e/chara ⌟

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ALHAITHAM

╰┈➤ tbh he thinks minecraft is stupid, i mean, why not read a book instead of burning the images of pixels into your eye sockets😒 yeah, he’d just rather books. its a game about blocks, what could possibly be so interesting? he will admit the music is… nice. its nostalgic even though he’s never heard the track before. his favorite animals are the axolotl idk they’re his little pookies. its their little stick arms, they look so silly… as soon as haitham found out that you could color things its over, he make some sweet things like putting a sign on top of your shared house with both initials with colored dye. he’s so happy, just not very vocal about it, but he has the smallest of smiles. he definitely has headphones with the crochet sprout on it omg😭 alhaitham does not like bees whatsoever, they stung him for trying to get food. he just wanted honey :[

“look, the dog’s collar is blue. and the sign’s letters are green and then if you add a glow squid’s ink, it lights up.”

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ARATAKI ITTO

╰┈➤ he has waited YEARS for someone to play minecraft with him omfg. certified snack hoarder for times like these. you both literally hit each other to show love, you’ve accidentally killed him once bc he didn’t tell you that he had like half a heart… itto likes the water, hates the guardians because who do you think you are attacking him out of nowhere??? gets one shotted by the elder guardian while trying to fight it with a stick and then blames it on magma blocks pulling him down. GAMING WITH HIM IS NEVER CALM GODS💀 you cannot lay on him or anything bc as soon as those cave sounds or disc 13 start playing, he’s already done sprung out of his seat. his screams are actually really funny though, you got him a cat from how much he’s been assaulted by creepers. when you introduced him to shaders, he was so in awe. “babe i have a shadow!” type of excitement JAKEJEJDMnda.

“the cat’s name is sir arataki the third, you are now my loyal guard cat. who’s an adorable little guy?”

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CYNO

╰┈➤ look at this nerd (affectionate), ofc he plays cubecraft. loved it so much that when he didn’t have the actual game, he would play the really bad knockoffs💀 plays on console so you can sit between his legs, lean back, and game with him. cyno hate the split screen because he always gets confused on what side he’s on so he lets you use his switch, that way you’re both still comfortable. he’s more of an explorer if you do get mod packs for him, likes the horror ones the most. there’s nothing like hitting the enemy or shit talking the thing that could potentially one shot you with your s/o‼️ yall crouch a lot, its like a little dance. he really likes the disc “far” it itches his brain in the right way. definitely downloads the little raccoon mobs but then regrets it because he gives up all his berries to them, look at their little begging arms, literally how can you say no to that?? AND THEY WASH THE BERRIES. you both fall asleep to the ambience and to each others breathing all cuddled up ‘n warm. cyno absentmindedly sings the music while chopping wood or mining that shit has you SLUMPED. he kisses your head when you fall asleep, smiling like a silly goober.

“do-do-do-do do-do-do-do do, neow neow neow nneow neeeowwww… huh? oh, i’m almost done then we can go to bed, yeah? i’ll charge the switch too, don’t worry. just rest.”

(he’s singing that one part in danny lmfao)

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DILUC

╰┈➤ diluc does not understand the concept of minecraft but its okay, he’s just happy to be here. he also doesn’t call it minecraft but “cave game”, the original name, he did his research though it is rare that he actually calls it minecraft. found out that you could breed animals and accidentally made a pack of wolves. diluc is really good with redstone its actually insane😭 he’s the type to protect you the whole time while you’re getting flowers for the house, boyfriend bodyguard. diluc doesn’t play much because of his job but when he does, he’s prepared to sit for hours and spend time with you :(. these are the times where he’s most affectionate, randomly kissing your cheek, getting water for the both of you before you play, etc. luc loves the mod pack “industrial”, he can build machines, how neat is that??? also it has way more OMFP with the added features it has yk? he likes the trains :D

“is the water running…? the water’s running, they have moving windmills!”

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

╰┈➤ kazuha has the most expensive equipment yet doesn’t use this shit half of the time unless he’s streaming with heizou??? like im talking msi infinite rs pc, multiple monitors, a graphic drawing tablet, headphones with immaculate sound quality AND!!! the ear cups have fucking cyberpunk 3d wing guards on them. but anyways, minecraft, yes, he plays. in fact, kaedehara has about 10 beaten hardcore worlds every time a new update comes out, he must beat the game again. he rarely plays minecraft without his shaders so when you want to play the original og minecraft, he doesn’t mind, he actually enjoys the nostalgia. so much so the music is actually his background music when he’s just lazing around. words cannot express how much he dislikes (hates) wardens omg. he’ll protect you from them but if there were diamonds behind a warden, ig he’s going somewhere else😭 kazuha gives you random shit, weather that be something really sweet or questionable…

“love, do you want my rotten flesh? here<3 oh! and, i also got you some steak, you’re low on hearts…”

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KAEYA

╰┈➤ he’s heard of it, watched people play, just never played it. but when he does… he’s a menace. kaeya got his hands on flint and steel and set an entire jungle on fire… but he can be sweet sometimes! you’re the one protecting his ass while he walks around at night UNARMED to gather blue flowers for you. like you’re cute, but take a shield or something😭 he’s jumped off of a tall building before and landed on half a heart for a stack of bread you didn’t want. he’s rather oblivious to the mobs around him, he once thought shulkers were friends because they were just “silly little guys in little boxes” yk until they almost killed him. you bought him his own skin and introduced him to parrots and now its his favorite animal, he looks like a pirate!!! kaeya is chaotically sweet.

“yes, you almost died protecting me but how could you resist my everlasting love plus pixelated blue flowers?”

(has a cat unironically named ice spice LMFAO)

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SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

╰┈➤ your boyfriend is good at literally anything else BUT minecraft. its the way this game constantly has it out for him too like what did bro do??🙁 heizou stream’s with kazuha every now and again and on those, he still doesn’t know what to do… he’d rather play on the servers, bedwars in particular. extremely good at bw, you’d rather NOT be his enemy😭😭 wins almost every single game even when he carries, rank 98 in the server. yet when it comes to a casual server between you and him, the chats are filled with his deaths and his hashtagged rages💀 heizou despises silverfish which is also why he hates going into strongholds, they could get stomped on for all he cares! >:( he has texture packs with really beautiful skies and then a picnic mod so he can stargaze with you and eats minecraft cake :(<3

“oh. babe, green is heading for our bed, no pressure or anything. i loovveee youuu😚”

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XIAO

╰┈➤ xiao has the MOST downloaded mod packs, shaders, and worlds. not very expensive mod packs most of the time but when they are, they’re always good. spends his time fighting off mobs at night, #1 totem holder. he even has his own custom skin!!! he’s kinda been waiting for you to ask so when you do play mc together, you already have your own room, but when you voluntarily move your bed into his room to sleep… he melts. xiao loves cuddling while the two of you play, he’d rather your arms around him than the other way around, feels more intimate. you have matching hoodies for occasions like this. he has the dragon mod pack and has his own golden and orange dragon named ‘li’. he doesn’t talk while gaming, curses silently when he gets hit, but other than that doesn’t talk. if you want to talk, he’ll listen, he likes hearing about your day :].

“no, keep talking. i’m listening. see, li’s listening too.”

[migitsukkie]

POMEGRANATE NOIR— MICHAEL KAISER x FEM READER (Part 1)

A/N: This time, I’m gonna try and do something more spicy ‘cause the hell not lol. This one’s going to have some other parts so if you want me to continue, please tell me so! I really want to hear some feedbacks. Sorry in advance for the typos and wrong grammars, dear crumpets 𝜗𝜚

tags and tw: Enemies with Benefits, Explicit Language, Established relationship, Smut soon, Enemies to Lovers (probably), English is not my first language, tension, Part one of ?

Summary: You and Kaiser go way back before he even got into Bastard München. A family friend in fact though both of them just didn’t get along well. Even in family gatherings, you two could be heard arguing and fighting over small things. Now that they are grown, matured adults— nothing changes except the fact that they would call each other in midst of a crisis. However, help comes with a price.

Having to be called over by Kaiser is not rare but it’s often when night comes. You— wearing the hoodie of the guy you slept with earlier in the morning with the scent of hotel shampoo reeking all over your body while hiding the bite marks you told that guy from the bar to not leave, enters Kaiser’s penthouse. Seeing that only his towel covers his body, you couldn’t help but roll her eyes before lounging down his sofa

"Stop calling me when I’m in the middle of having sex, asshole."

Kaiser's jaw clenches at the smell lingering around you— unintentionally making him frown and grit his teeth. But he's good at masking his annoyance, so he acts as if it didn't bother him at all. Letting out an irritated sigh, he then walked over your direction while ruffling his damp hair with his gaze going over to your hoodie as he sat down on the armchair nearest to you.

"And I don't want you smelling like some random man when you're with me."

He bluntly said, his eyes boring into yours.

"Oh piss off, Kaiser."

How and Why does Kaiser care? You know that you reek of sex and cheap shampoo, you were clearly aware. But for Kaiser to complain? Do you care? No. Obviously. Ruffling his still damp hair, his eyes were like eagles, seeing the fresh marks on your neck. Oh how he can feel his veins throbbing just from the thought of it. Not that you would complain if you would see scratch marks and hickeys on his back with his other whores.

Fixing yourself on the sofa, you then looked at Kaiser who was eyeing on you. Heck, glare should you say. Scrunching your eyebrows together, you couldn’t help but feel a bit ticked off with how Kaiser is acting

"Stop meddling for fuck’s s—"

He leans down, his elbows resting on his thighs. His eyes slowly roam all over you, his annoyance not once leaving his gaze. A low scoff falls from his mouth when you spoke, before he suddenly reached for your feet and pulled you in, making you sit on his lap.

"Finish that sentence, I dare you."

He warned in a low yet commanding tone. The way your hair clings on your face, the marks that pepper your neck—all the small little details he could not take notice of.

Yelping at his sudden actions, Y/N is now sitting on this bastard’s lap. The audacity. These two really don’t get along well despite sleeping with each other like animals in heat. They had no place to even get jealous, they’re just using each other for pleasure. That’s their agreement. Though Kaiser is the one who always breaks their consensus, sometimes you two are too angry to even notice it.

The smell of his shampoo— pomegranate noir, it’s that usual scent you would take a waft of when you meet Kaiser.

It’s the scent he wants to smell when you go out of his penthouse.

And now that you’re sitting on his lap, Kaiser couldn’t help but scoff with the smell of the cheap ass shampoo you used in the hotel you went to. Hearing his challenge, you couldn’t help but lift your chin up before talking in a hissy manner.

"Stop. Meddling. Assh—Ghk! You…!"

And just like that you snapped his already strained control. His expression twisted in a mix of annoyance, anger, and a hint of possessiveness.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, while his other hand roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him and meet his gaze. He gritted his teeth, his hand gripping your chin tightly that it will undeniably leave a mark afterwards.

"Keep talking like that and I'll shut that mouth of yours with mine."

He said in a low, threatening tone.

Oh how you fucked up so bad.

—𝜗𝜚.

[steviewashere]

My Eyes Are on Me

Rating: General CW: Steve is really unkind to himself here Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Season 4, Established Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, (The comfort is minor but is there I promise), Insecure Steve Harrington, Body Issues, Steve Harrington is a Mess, Breakdown, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Scar Insecurities, Scars, Devotion, (Steve Could Be Seen With Body Dysphoria Here But Take That With a Grain of Salt)

💛—————💛 He walks into the bedroom. Stopped in a curious stupor at what greets him.

Steve’s standing at the mirror. Shirt pooled around his elbows. Right thumb gliding over the crooked edges of his demobat bites. They’re palm sized. His stomach is pale and the bites paint themself a warm pink mauve over his lower abdomen. The tender and scarred skin protrudes from the rest of his body, healed incorrectly, and kissing the calloused skin of his thumb easily. His eyes are downcast at his reflection. Watching his own caressing. He frowns at a particular ridge in the skin. Thumb twitching away from where he touches. But his eyes don’t move from their focused spot. Squinting. Eyebrows furrowing. He swallows harsh enough that Eddie sees his neck flex with the movement.

“I thought that they’d match better,” Steve murmurs sadly. He looks up. At Eddie over his shoulder. “I’m sure that my back doesn’t look much better.” Then, he pulls the shirt back over his head. Pulling it down, down, down over his torso. Disguising his back from view.

Eddie blinks. Sliding his sight to where Steve’s back is now covered. “I didn’t really look,” he admits. “Not really something I was focused on just now.”

In response, Steve hums. “I know,” he whispers, “Could feel you watching me.” He turns away from the mirror, finally. Facing Eddie. There’s several feet of distance between them. Eddie feels as though he’s too far away, but doesn’t want to intrude any further than he already has.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I just…Honestly, I don’t know what I was doing.”

Steve shrugs and moves towards the end of his bed. Sits down and falls backwards. Sprawling over his comforter. The bottom of his t-shirt pulls up. Part of his scars show. But he doesn’t move to cover them again. “It’s fine,” Steve mutters. He runs a hand over his chest. Settling his palm over his heart. “At least you were just watching, I guess. Not saying shit.”

Cautiously, Eddie comes closer. Sprawls beside Steve on his bed. But keeps his gaze at the ceiling, just as Steve is doing. “You’re eye candy. My eyes were just drawn to you. I didn’t mean anything negative by it,” he explains. “You say people are talking about your scars?”

“It’s not important, Eds. Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey,” Eddie softly objects. He turns his head to look at Steve. All he catches is his side profile. “I have scars, too. In fact, mine are way worse than yours. If people are giving you shit about yours, you can tell me. Besides, it’s always important if it makes you look at yourself like that.”

Next to him, Steve swallows heavily. Probably realizing he’s been caught. Eddie doesn’t like the way he sees his sunshine’s face screw up. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Baby,” Eddie sighs. “You were all…How do I say this? You were…disheartened. Like looking at yourself was disdain in its finest form, y’know?”

Steve scrunches his t-shirt where his hands had been pressing. “Maybe I am,” he mutters, “But it doesn’t matter. Just something I’m gonna have to get used to.” He runs his hand down to the hem of his shirt. Fingers teasing the idea of running against his skin. “Just like I got used to the nightmares. And the fear. And the panic.”

“You shouldn’t have to get used to any of that, Steve,” Eddie states emphatically. “You should be able to talk about it. And be heard. And like…Like feel good in your life!”

A hand presses into Eddie’s forearm. He looks down and spots the palm that Steve had on himself. When he looks back up, Steve’s eyes are locked with his. “Eds, babe, I appreciate what you’re trying to do right now. Really, I do. This isn’t something that’s going to get fixed overnight. It’s not something I see myself adjusting to in due time.” He sighs mournfully. “My scars are new to me. I’ve never experienced something like them before. Maybe the tiny ones I’d get on my knuckles or when I would hit my head, but the back and stomach are fresh. I…I don’t like feeling bad about myself. I know that I feel bad about myself. But I can’t just shut that off.

“I’d like to,” he admits, his eyes downcast at his hand on Eddie’s skin. “One day, I’d like to pull my shirt off and be confident in myself. To look at the difference and say how proud I am. But I just…Can’t. I’ve been good looking. I’ve been attractive. I just don’t feel that way right now.”

“You are, Steve,” Eddie urges softly. “You are so attractive.”

Steve’s smile is small and quick, but it’s there. He squeezes Eddie’s forearm. “Thank you, I appreciate that, Eds. But it’s going to take me a while to realize that you’re telling the truth. Like…I’m not doubting that. I’m not disproving that you feel that way. It’s not computing, though. Do you get it?” He doesn’t like that he understands. His body being a fixture of his self doubts a lot now. But he nods. He nods because Steve is seeking that comfort within him. The understanding that he’s being heard. That Steve’s allowed to feel this way. Even if it destroys Eddie. “You know how…How when we have sex I don’t like having the lights on?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I do,” Eddie answers. Again, his voice is soft. Teetering with an uneasy sadness. He knows all about this.

“One day we’ll have the bedside lamp on and you’re hands will be on my skin and I won’t feel bad for it,” Steve says. It sounds like a promise. Eddie lays his left hand over Steve’s. Where their palms lay over the forearm. “I won’t feel bad when you want to wrap your arms around me in our sleep. And I won’t feel bad when I want to cool down and have to take my shirt off. I won’t—“ He hiccups on a wet gasp.

And that’s when Eddie realizes that Steve’s gearing up to cry. He drifts his line of sight downwards, only slightly. Not making eye contact. Because the last thing he wants is for Steve to feel embarrassed about his emotions, too. But he runs his thumb over Steve’s knuckles. Just to have a point of contact. To have something to keep them grounded to the bed.

He takes another gasp. His voice wavers through his words. “I won’t feel bad when I take a shower. Did you know—“ Steve hiccups again. A soft cry leaves him. Eddie leans in closer. Resting his forehead to Steve’s hair. He bounces with another gasp. “—You know that I shower in the dark, Eds?”

“No, baby, I didn’t,” he murmurs.

“I do,” Steve keens, “I do, Eds. Don’t like what I see in the mirror or when I look down at the drain or when I have to wrap a towel around myself,” he continues to explain. His voice is high in the back of his throat. Turning sharp and on the edge of sour. And every part of Eddie is crumbling, dissolving into the mattress. But he doesn’t interrupt. Acknowledges with his touch and the firm press of his cheek on Steve’s head. But nothing more. Steve needs this out. “I don’t like feeling bad,” he’s confessing, “I don’t like feeling this way. Every time I look at myself, it’s like I’m burning. Like I’m on fire. Like I—Like something in me is trying to escape. Like it’s—Like my body is some sort of prison,” he spits. He sucks in a harsh breath. With it, his saliva. A heavy gulp. It’s all pouring out. It’s seeping from him. Eddie can almost taste it. A despair. And through this all, Steve is on the precipice of sobbing. It’s inching closer and closer. The sharp pull of wailing in his chest. “I’m so—“ He groans. “I’m so tired of this, Eddie. I’m so tired of being this way and feeling this way and…and…and looking the way I do. I’m so tired of it—I’m so—“

And then, the sobs come. Wet and burbled from inside of him. Like punches from his mouth. Blowing between his teeth. His air hissing as he tries to bite his tongue. But when he realizes the overcoming pressure rising from inside of him, he opens his mouth, tongue and teeth and all his pink insides, and the sobbing turns to screaming. To wailing. A mourning.

Eddie’s own eyes are wet. He can’t take this. Can’t see Steve like this. A shadow, a shattering thing, something small and fragile and tipping, tipping, tipping. He wants to crumble everything he knows. Wants to go to God, surprisingly, wants to bang on his doors, wants to scream and hiss and spit at him. Wants to ask: “What did you do to him? Why did you make him feel like this?” Because this isn’t fair. This isn’t fair, the way Steve is dissolving and Eddie isn’t. Because, for once in his life, Eddie is comfortable in his own skin. But somebody like Steve, his wonderful and beautiful Steve, is doubting himself. Doubting his looks. His confidence. The things he used to take pride in.

So Eddie gently asks, “Can I hold you, Stevie? Is it okay to touch you?” His chest hurts—a rock hitting his ribs kind of hurt—at the smallness in Steve’s nod.

He wriggles his right arm under Steve’s torso, over his t-shirt, ignoring the way it pulls up to expose Steve’s bare back. Pulls him into the warm line of his own body, turning Steve to be chest to chest with him, and wraps the other arm over Steve’s back. Holding to him tightly. Gently guiding his head into the crook of Eddie’s neck. Letting him wet the skin there. With snot and tears and words. Some akin to: “I’m ugly, Eds.” And others akin to: “I’m wrong. I feel wrong.”

There isn’t anything he can say to soothe this. He’s not sure there are words to say. Other than what he knows. “I got you, sweetheart,” he mutters into Steve’s hair. “I’m right here, love bug. Get it out,” he whispers, “you can be angry and sad, it’s alright.”

Eddie doesn’t move his hands. Doesn’t let them drift to bare skin. The only instance in which he moves either of his palms is to thread one through Steve’s hair. To pet and hold. To untangle the knots in his, now noticeable, unwashed and unbrushed hair. And all he can do is keep Steve to him. His arms limp on Eddie’s body. His back arching with each cry. His nose wet and his cheeks warm and his throat raspy and raw.

The crying gets hoarse after some several minutes, Eddie begins to realize. Steve droops further and further into where their bodies meet. Crying growing into just whimpering into just small hiccups. He doesn’t move his head. Doesn’t say anything. Just stays stuck in where he is.

“I’ve got you, angel,” Eddie breathes. “We’ll be alright.”

Steve releases one more soft cry at that. Then, he murmurs, “Thank you.”

Eddie pulls him in tighter. “No, baby, don’t do that. You don’t need to thank me and you don’t need to apologize. But, can you do one thing?” Steve hums at that. “I want you to listen to me, alright? Just listen to what I have to say, that’s all.” At his nod, Eddie continues. “I believe that one day you won’t feel bad at all. And I also believe that you’re still beautiful despite what you think of yourself. And, before you try and protest that, I’m devoting myself to you. I’m going to tell you every single damn day of the rest of our lives that you are beautiful and gorgeous and pretty. And you deserve to feel good.

“That’s a lot, I know that’s a lot. But I’m telling you the truth. Because you do deserve to feel good. I will help you with that. Whatever you need, I’ll give that to you. You understand that, sweet thing?” He pulls back a tad. Their eyes on one another’s again. Steve looks so exhausted. Wrung out. Defeated. But still, he gives a terse and single nod. That’s enough, though. That’s all that Eddie needs. “Okay,” he mutters, “okay, Steve. What can I do right now?”

Steve sighs and closes his eyes. When he reopens them, they’re clearer and softer. Still tired. Still bloodshot and wet. But they have the smallest amount of determination to them. “Just lay with me for a while. Hold me like this, please?”

He presses a long, warm kiss to the crown of Steve’s head. Murmurs, “Of course. Anything. I’ll do anything to help you feel good.”

There’s a long road ahead. But Eddie will always find the words to tell Steve how gorgeous he is. With every moment in their lives together. And then some. Always then some. 

💛—————💛

[random-thot-generator]

Love Thy Frenemy (Frenemies/Tenderness AU)

ONE: It’s a Start

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Frenemy!Reader

Summary: There’s a new customer that’s been coming into the White Dog Pub, where you tend bar. He’s stoic, gruff and difficult to engage, but you’re a bartender. You know how to get the most deadpan of customers to talk, and this aloof mountain of a man is no exception. You’ll win him over, one way or another.

Tags/Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Eventual smut- but not in this chapter. That’s really the only warning I got. I don’t even think I used profanity. Weird, right???

(Notes: Sooo... I decided to attempt my first series. *(nervous twitching)* Not gonna lie, I’m freakin’ out a little bit, y’all. Is it gonna suck?! I don’t know! I hope it doesn’t, for everyone’s sake.

Anyway...

This is set in the Frenemies/Tenderness AU, same as ‘Try a Little Tenderness’, with Simon and his frienemy ‘Doll’ (or ‘Dee’ for short), which can be found here. 

We’re just establishing the relationship between Simon and Reader at this point, along with a little world building. Sorry, horn-dogs. No smut this round, but we’ll get there... eventually. Hope you enjoy.)

Word Count: 1576

‘Fate leads the willing; the unwilling it drags’   —— Seneca 

🖤💀🖤

He was a quiet one. A silent giant. 

He came into the pub every night, mumbled out his order in a low gravel and took the same seat at the end of the bar. He’d been doing this for more than a month, some nights staying until last orders, other nights only long enough for one drink. He never speaks, at least not to you.

He’s close with your boss, the owner of the White Dog, Ollie Turnbull. Ollie’s always pleased to see him, giving him a familiar pat on the back as he growls out, “How ya doin’, Riley?”

The two men will sit for hours, sometimes, leaning their heads together as they talk in low murmurs. You suspect Riley’s a soldier in the military, like Ollie once was. He just has that look about him. He holds himself the same way your father used to, like a coiled spring wound too tight, even when seemingly relaxed. You’re certain if anything ever went down inside the pub, he would be the first to react, Ollie a close second.

You’re curious about him. He’s an ‘odd duck’, as your nan was fond of saying. He has his little quirks, odd little idiosyncrasies that set him apart. For one thing, you’ve never seen the man without a hoodie. He wears different styles and colors, but they’re all dark in hue with a deep hood he keeps pulled up over his head at all times. He never pushes it back, always keeping his face half-hidden in shadow.

And then there’s the mask.

Sometimes it’s a fitted hood with only his eyes exposed, other times it’s a neck gaiter or a black surgical mask. When he takes a drink, he always lifts his mask from the bottom, never revealing his entire face. You’ve seen the hint of various scars around the edges of his masks, jagged lines turned silver with age, but they don’t seem severe enough to be horribly disfiguring. He’s hiding, you realize, but from what you’re not sure.

Riley’s sitting in his usual spot again tonight, every now and then his eyes shifting left or right, always on alert. He casts his gaze over you every now and then, too, lingering for a moment before looking away. You can’t help but wonder what he thinks of you.

It’s been a slow evening, just a handful of regulars showing up for a pint, but not staying long. There’s only one other customer at the bar, dear old Ned, and you’re pretty sure he fell asleep half an hour ago. You’ve already restocked and finished all your prep work for the night, so you’ve pulled out an old paperback of short stories to read, but you’d much rather be getting a head start on your cleaning. The sooner you’re done, the sooner you can leave.

Heaving a sigh, you walk down to the end of the bar, waiting for Riley to acknowledge you before you speak. When his dark eyes peer up at you, you give him a little smile. “Sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I start cleaning? I can top up your drink first.”

His gaze darts over your face before he glances down at his glass and shrugs. “’S fine wif me. ‘M good.” His voice is gruff, but not unkind.

You nod, offering him a grateful smile and lay your book face down on the bar. “Thanks,” you call over your shoulder, already heading for the supply closet.

You gather your cleaning supplies and get to work, wiping down tables and turning up chairs. Every now and then you glance up to check on your two customers. Ned, bless him, is still snoring. Riley, however, is leaning slightly forward, torso stretched so that he can look at the book you’ve left in front of him. You watch as he turns the book around to get a better look at it. It makes you smile.

Finished with the tables, you head back towards the bar, noticing how Riley stiffens and quickly turns the book back to its previous position. Pretending not to see, you grab your bottle of water, taking a sip as you lean your hips against the back counter, facing him. When he inevitably lifts his eyes, you meet them and motion to the book.

“You like to read?”

He shrugs. “Some.”

You nod and take another sip. “What genres?”

His brows knit together. “Depends.”

“On what?”

He heaves a sigh and leans back to cross his arms. “On what ’m in the mood t’read.”

“Oh. Yeah, I get that. I’m the same.” You take another sip then recap the bottle, pushing yourself off the counter. You fiddle with the ties of your serving apron as you scramble for something to say. “You, uh, need a top-up before I get back to work?”

He stares down at his glass and then slides it forward. “Yeah.” Again, he sounds gruff, but his tone has softened the tiniest bit.

He watches you pour the drink, eyeing you with an almost cautious expression. When you slide the glass back to him, his eyes flicker down to the book. “I’ve read tha’ one before. Which story’s yer fav’rite?”

You tilt your head and give him a considering look. “’Sticks’ by Robert Wagner.”

He nods, a gleam of approval in his sharp gaze. “Good choice.”

You give a slight nod at the compliment. “And yours?”

His eyes blink down at the book then back to you. “Same.”

“Good choice,” you say with a crooked smile, returning the compliment. You replace the bottle of Dewar’s on the shelf, then turn back and nod at the book. “You can borrow it, if you like. I just brought it in case I got bored. I’ve got plenty more at home.”

“’M good. No thanks.” he mutters. He leans forward again, shoulders hunched, and drops his gaze.

You deflate inside. Damn, I lost him. 

Not wanting the situation to get any more awkward, you try to soothe him with a casual, friendly tone and an easy smile. “That’s okay. Offer still stands. If you change your mind, feel free to take it with you.”

His eyes slant towards you and he gives a curt nod. Good enough.

You go back to work, sweeping around the tables in silence until you see him stand and lean over the bar to slip his glass into the dish water. He snags a towel and wipes down his area, before pushing his seat back into place. It’s a thoughtful gesture, something you wouldn’t have expected from him. Picking up his overcoat, he shrugs it on, then adjusts his mask as he walks towards the entrance. When he opens the door, he pauses, and his head turns in your direction. “Left some tenners on the bar for m’tab.” Another short pause. “’Night.”

You smile and give him a little wave. “Good night, Riley. Drive safe.”

His head snaps up and his posture goes rigid at the use of his name, caught off guard by the familiarity, but he quickly recovers. Relaxing his stance, he nods and takes a step out the door, uttering just loud enough for you to hear, “You, too, doll.”

He then slips out the door into the night, leaving just you and snoring Ned in the building. You stare at the entrance a moment longer, then go back to your sweeping. Your brain slowly sifts through the conversation as you work, picking over the words he spoke, digging for any hidden nuances you might have missed. He’s a hard one to read, but you think you did okay. At least he spoke to you without being prompted. It’s a start.

Right?

When you finish cleaning, you go wake Ned and call his wife to come pick up her husband. He smiles at you, bleary-eyed, and pats your hand. “I was awake, luv. Jus’ restin’ m’eyes.” You smile and nod, but don’t really believe him until he grins and adds, “Never heard tha’ big fella speak a’fore. He must’ve taken a fancy to ya.”

A slow smile spreads across your face. “Think so, Ned?”

“Oh, aye. Never seen ‘im go out o’ his way to talk to anyone else. Well, ‘cept for Ollie, o’ course. Don’t think the lad keeps many friends. Bit of a loner, tha’ one.”

A horn beeps twice outside, so you help Ned to his feet and walk him out to his wife’s car. Waving goodbye, you head back inside the pub to turn out the lights and lock up for the night. Grabbing your coat and bag, you make a beeline for the entrance, thrilled to be leaving early, but then realize you forgot your book on the bar. Huffing out a sigh, you turn around and go back to get it, only to discover that... 

It’s gone.

He took the book.

A pleased little smile lights up your face and you bite your lip.

He even told you good night... sort of.

You shrug. It’s a start.

That pleased little smile is still on your face when you lock the door and head for home.

-

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[captainjamster]

A Surprise Exception

Pairing(s): Kate Laswell x F!Reader Warnings: pre-established strained relationship with sibling, non-sexual intimacy, post-sex cuddling and talks Wordcount: 3.2k Summary: Kate really does not like children, and there’s not a chance in hell she’s having any. No one is changing her mind – but someone else might convince her they’re not all terrible. AO3 Link: Right here! <3

A/N: A few notes for this one! This was written all in one go, so I will probably come back to edit it at some point. While I normally write neutral SFW inserts, reader identifies as a woman because I won't write Kate that isn't a lesbian <3 Pre-established strained relationship w/ sibling is an important tag. This is not a generalised portrayal of single parents; this is an insert specifically with family difficulties, and a couple trying to navigate that with understanding but not permissive boundaries. Also, I hate reading baby talk too, I'm sorry! But I can't make a four year old talk like an adult, so her speech pattern just follows the overgeneralisation of grammatical rules most children engage in developmentally. Lastly, child-free individuals have every right to be child-free, this specifically isn't a "MC changes their mind suddenly" fic. Laswell just realises that not every single child makes her want to remove her ovaries

Full fic under the cut <3

“No.” Her voice is firm, lips tight in that frown that you know means business. It doesn’t deter your dramatics, eyes pleading, hands clasped in front of you. “Please!”

“I told you, no kids.” She turns back to the countertop, sipping at the black coffee you’d just placed in front of her. The room basks in the pale sunrise, orange tinting the walls as light shines from the document Kate is already pouring herself over.

“Kate, it’s just one kid –“

“No! We talked about this at the very beginning. No kids, you agreed.”

You inhale deeply, squashing down a frustrated sigh as the pressure of your palms turns your vision fuzzy for a second. “Yes, I know I agreed – but come on!”

There’s a pause as your words linger in the air, and Kate’s shoulders drop. “Come on?”

You reel back, groaning. “No, I’m sorry – I’m sorry, not like that, fuck. I’m sorry. I’m frustrated and I just feel misunderstood, like you’re not… getting it.”

“Because there’s nothing to get; because we both made a very clear agreement when we started this relationship.” Her tone is final, but you don’t back down.

“Kate!”

She exclaims your name in exasperation, swinging back around on the barstool as she white-knuckles the tablet in her hands.

“Okay, okay – just, okay, just hear me out. Please.” You try not to wilt under her disapproving look, but she doesn’t stop you, and you take the opportunity at full speed. “It’s not even for the whole day, just six hours! I’ll take her out to the park for a bit, I promise we won’t track mud in, and we’ll take a bath, I’ll dry her in the bathroom right after.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust with the shake of her head. “That’s good and all, but our rug? The couch? My office?”

Your head is shaking adamantly before her sentence ends. “She won’t step foot in your office, I won’t even let her go up the stairs, and I’m going to watch her the whole time.”

Disbelief is etched into her frown. “It’s a kid, babe. You’re fantastic, but you’re not magic. She’s gonna make a mess no matter how hard you try.”

Your mouth opens and closes, every retort coming up futile, and defeat quickly sinks in. Your shoulders slouch, a pout pulling at your lips as you take up the stool next to her, slumping over the cool granite top. The sigh Kate breathes is long, putting down the tablet. “Your sister’s asked us for this last-moment shit plenty before.”

“I know, but it’s different this time,” you mumble into your arms.

“And why is this ‘emergency’ any different?”

“Because she said the whole place still smells like insecticide, and she doesn’t trust the babysitter to know what to do if it makes Lottie sick, he’s barely seventeen. I don’t think she’s lying; I dropped off a grocery pickup on my way home from the store yesterday, and it really did stink.”

Kate bites at the inside of her lip, contemplating. “Can we not just give her money for a proper one?”

You look up incredulously, and Kate’s expression immediately crumples. “Sorry, yeah. That was stupid, I know we said no more giving her money.”

You return back to your forlorn position, tracing mindless shapes that leave a quickly evaporating trail of body heat.

“Honey, if we say yes, she’s going to keep asking us. I don’t want to set a precedent.” Her expression is sympathetic as you peer over the ruffled humps of your sleeve, a hand settling on your thigh. “She had time to get a better replacement, it’s not like the house started stinking yesterday. I’m not letting you play unpaid full-time caregiver again.”

You slide your own hand over hers, grip curling around the ring nestled against the base of her finger. “I know Kate, it won’t go that far. She can ask, but I swear, this will be the only time she ever stays at our house until she’s older. If she ever pulls this again, I’ll pack an overnight bag and go over there – I’ll go to our parents, if I really have to.”

“And she’s really going to work this time?” Kate probes, arms crossed. “This isn’t another “oh, I was definitely at ‘work’, but then I went on this date with a cute guy I just happened to meet on my ‘lunch break’ and forgot to block you from seeing the photos on my story?””

“I made triple sure – she sent me her schedule for the whole month, and a confirmation text that she’d be late this morning with a response from her boss. She already sent the interview confirmation when she got it, and she showed me the congratulatory email when we went out for drinks too.”

Before Kate can speak, you hold up your hand. “And I know, those can be easily faked. So, she’s going to share her location with me when – if we say yes – she gets there, and I’ll call her work line at some random point so Lottie can talk to her, to make sure. She’d be putting in more effort to fabricate this than she would actually getting the job.”

The air feels thick as Kate stays quiet – just looks over your face, searching for something.

“I’m not helping.” She concedes after a long pause, and you bolt up straight, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep back a loud cheer.

“I mean it, I’m going to be in my office. I’ll come out for lunch and say hello, I’m not going to ignore the kid. But no begging to play games, no help cleaning up messes or disasters, no picking you up halfway if her legs get tired.” She tilts her head, an eyebrow raised expectantly, amusement in those pretty blue eyes as she gazes at you.

“Nothing, I swear to god, baby. I’ll have lunch ready at around 12, I’ll just text you and you can come down.” You bring her hand to your lips, peppering kisses across her knuckles, making sure to be generous over her ring with a cheeky smile that Kate fondly rolls her eyes at.

==

Charlotte warbles a rhyme she learnt in day-care as you pull into your street, kicking her feet in time with the ticking of the indicator as you stop in the driveway. She makes a loud squawk as you reach for the door handle, a small glare peering up at you through the window to warn your hand away from it. You watch as she tugs at it until the latch clicks, using her legs to swing it open. “I did it all by myself!”

You give her a bemused smile, holding out a hand that she accepts as her little legs stretch to meet the pavement. “Yeah sweetie, you did it all by yourself, good job opening it. You wanna grab your bag, or should Auntie do it?”

Charlotte gives you the most withering look a four year old can muster, sighing loudly as she grabs the straps of her backpack from the floor. “Don’t you know I’m a big girl now? I gotta carry my own bag, Mama said.”

The pressure in your chest hurts as your throat constricts, desperately holding your breath to avoid laughing at the very serious mistake you’ve just made. “I’m – ah, sorry, I’m so sorry Lottie. You are a big girl now, yes.”

All is forgiven as you extend your hand again, and Charlotte skips up the short driveway by your side, backpack clunking with each step. “Was my singing good Auntie?”

You hum approvingly, swinging your arm gently. “It was great, honey. You know so much about bugs!”

She gives you a pleased, toothy grin, her face scrunched up in exaggeration. Before you open the to the door, you halt, crouching down to your niece’s level. She frowns at you inquisitively, gaze moving between your face and the door. “Alright, sweetheart. You remember what I said?”

Her expression dissolves into a sassy squint, nose scrunched up in distaste of your obviously silly adult ways. “Auntie, you told me like – like a million times!”

“I know, I know. Can you say it back to me, just one more time?”

With a roll of her eyes, she takes a deep breath, holding up a finger for each instruction you’ve given her. “Auntie Kate is really really busy, so we gotta be quiet, not be yelling, and I can’t be going up the stairs and being distracting.”

You nod in encouragement, giving her a smile. “And?”

Charlotte frowns, thinking for a moment, before her eyes light up. “And no making messes!”

She throws her arms up as you cheer, her chubby cheeks squished between them. “Yay! Inside now?”

You clap your hands to your thighs, standing up to reach for the handle. “Yep, inside now.”

Charlotte barrels through the door before it’s even fully open, almost pulled back as her bag is caught in the opening, and you catch her hand to stop her from running off. “Hold up, cowgirl! Those shoes need to come off first.”

You shuck off your own, watching as Charlotte tugs at hers, before helping her line them neatly against the wall. Coming out the hallway, to your surprise, Kate is sitting on the couch. You shoot her a confused frown as you walk closer, but she just comes over to meet you halfway, crouching down to Charlotte’s level. “Hey, sweetheart, I wanted to say hi again. Remember me?”

Charlotte lingers near your leg, her hand scrunched up in your pants as she looks your wife up and down. “You’re Auntie Kate.”

She gives a small smile, nodding slowly. “Yep. That’s right.”

Charlotte doesn’t respond, fingers in her mouth nervously. The room is quiet for a second as Kate looks equally unsure, twisting her hands together as she speaks again. “What… have you been up to lately?”

Your niece looks at her owlishly, round eyes slowly blinking.

“I punched a boy.”

Kate’s eyes widen, taken aback with an expression you mirror. “You punched a boy?”

Your niece nods solemnly, looking down at her scrunched up fist with a dramatic reminiscence. “He told my friend – he said, he was really mean, and he said girls can’t ride bikes, and he uhm – he did this,” she explains, making a sharp pushing motion into the air, “and she falled off and got hurted and she was really sad. And then I was sad, and then I did my fist like this and punched him!”

She raises her fist to Kate, a proud look on her small face, and you watch Kate struggle to keep the corners of her lips from peeking up. “Wow, I see. Did you get in trouble?”

Charlotte’s pigtails bounce as she shakes her head confidently, bringing a leg up to point at it as she balances on the other. “Nuh-uh, ‘cos my friend had all the blood on her knee and she was crying.”

Kate nods, clasping her hands together, already out of her depth with the look she gives you. “Right. Okay. Well, no punching anyone or falling off things while you’re here, alright?”

“Alright!” Charlotte chirps, giving Kate the same toothy grin. She gives a smile back before shooting you an impressed but shocked look that you just shrug at, grinning. Kate shakes her head, and you catch and squeeze her hand, pressing your lips to hers appreciatively before she scampers off. “Thank you, I love you.”

The wink she directs your way sends butterflies through your stomach, and they erupt as she calls out, retreating up the stairs. “Don’t worry! You’ll make it up to me.”

==

Charlotte peers down at the puzzle, hands on her hips as she balances the towel on her head. Impossibly happy voices sing from the TV as a show she begged for plays, and you catch a blue dog playing a xylophone with her orange sister when you peak around the corner to check on your niece. “Everything going okay, pumpkin?”

The puzzle is very uncomplete, but she’s been following your advice of finding all the border pieces, given the little pile she’s accumulating concentratedly. “We can get an easier one, honey. 50 pieces is a lot.”

Charlotte looks up at that, unimpressed. “I already did 10 pieces of jigsaw!”

With a shrug, you disappear back into the kitchen, cutting up the last toppings on your board as you call out again. “Alright, that’s fine. But lunch will be ready in 10 minutes, so we’ll take a break then, okay?”

A small grumble of acknowledgement comes from the floor, and you get back to it. Before long, the sandwiches are plated up, and Kate’s salad is in a bowl with her plate. Charlotte makes less fuss than you’d thought as she drags her feet over to the table, clambering up the chair to sit down. Grabbing your phone, you send off a text, shoving it back in your pocket before bringing the plates over. Charlotte eyes the sandwiches, peeking through the layers of bread. “Is it good?”

You laugh, picking up your own slice. “I hope so. Your mama said it’s your favourite.”

“No way!” She perks up excitedly, grabbing a quarter and taking a big bite. Kate descends from her office a few minutes later, cup in hand and making a beeline for the kitchen. She comes out with a fresh cup a moment later, taking a seat across from you. “Thanks for brewing a pot, honey,” she murmurs, scooping up a spoonful of salad. “Have you girls been having fun?”

Charlotte hums through a mouthful, wiggling in her chair. “Shaw ducksh at th’prk!”

Kate tries to hold back a grimace, cringing at the food around her mouth, and you send her an apologetic look as you speak up. “Swallow your food first, Lottie.”

Between chews, she narrows her eyes at you, but swallows before speaking again. “There was a mama and her babies.”

The meal is spent in a very one-sided conversation about your trip to the park as Charlotte earnestly recounts every detail, informing Kate about all the kinds of bugs she found under the rocks. The girl is on a long rattle about the spots on ladybug shells when Kate clears her throat, stacking her dishes together, and Charlotte cuts herself off. “No more food already?”

“I have work to finish,” Kate explains as she stands up, “and I’m sure you’re excited to play with Auntie for the last hour you’re here, right?”

A misty expression crosses Charlotte’s dirty face at the realisation, her bottom lip puckering out. “But what if I goed home and comed back after I sleep?”

Kate gives you a pointed look as she disappears around the corner, and you close your eyes for a moment as dishes clink against the metal sink, silently cursing. “Remember we talked about that, babes? You got day-care tomorrow, and I’ll come see you on the weekend.”

Charlotte brightens up temporarily at the mention of day-care, but you can see the moment she realises it’s ‘stopping’ her from coming over as her expression dampens again. “Can we go see ducks on the weekend?”

“Yeah honey, we can see the ducks again.” You nod, leaning back in your chair as Charlotte shoves the last of her sandwich into her mouth. Closing your eyes, your head falls back until it meets the wooden frame, taking a moment to sink down and relax. But tension suddenly springs back into them as fingers slide under your chin, your eyes opening to meet an upside down Kate.

“Hey beautiful,” she murmurs, and you giggle in her grasp, humming as she presses her lips to yours. “Thanks for lunch. You’re so sweet, keeping me fed.” She gives your cheek an affectionate pat, pulling away and heading to the stairs as you sit up and give her a scandalised look at her teasing praise. Footsteps against the floor patter behind you, and Charlotte darts past Kate to the door before you can question her.

“Auntie Kate!”

Your wife pauses, and you can see her breathe in before she turns. “What’s up, kiddo?”

Charlotte drags her bag over, crouching down and rummaging through its depths to pull something out. It takes you a moment to recognise the scraggly stems and squashed petals, but Charlotte shoves them out in offering with the confidence of someone holding a thousand dollar bouquet. “Auntie said you like flowers, and I thoughted maybe you got no flowers inside, so I got the best ones for you!”

Kate’s face pinches into something you’ve never seen before, and you debate stepping in before she crouches down, extending her hand to take the ragged bundle. “That was really thoughtful of you, Charlotte.” She takes a moment to smell them – more for Charlotte’s sake, you think –, and gives the kid a soft smile. “Thank you for getting me flowers. I’ll be happy to have them in my office now, hey?”

You can see Charlotte’s fingers twist and intertwine as they meet behind her back, shoulders up high as she sways happily, and you can only imagine the grin she’s giving Kate. “You’re welcome!” She chimes, grabbing her bag and hauling it back to the door. You watch Kate take in the flowers as they droop over her hand, standing up as she casts a look over at Charlotte, running back to the table. Your gazes connect as she flickers to you, a grin filling her face as she gestures the flowers at you, to which you flap your hand towards the stairs cheekily.

Your phone buzzes as you turn on the tap for Charlotte, and you pull it out as she dries her hands, tapping in on the photo of the flowers in a tall glass next to her computer.

<< Can’t wait to see yours. ;)

==

“I still hate kids.”

“I know,” you sigh happily into her collarbones, pressing a kiss against a mole there. Her skin is still soured by sweat, and you hum appreciatively at the taste, basking in the post-orgasmic daze washing through your limbs. Everything feels warm, exertion mingling with fatigue to settle across you in a sleepy blanket, and you can’t stifle a yawn that bubbles up.

“She was sweet, though. Thought she’d be more of a menace.”

A hum is all you get out, listening to the patter of her heart.

“We’re never having them.”

Kate squirms at the way you huff in amusement against her skin at the remark, tilting up to give her a look. “I know, honey. Wasn’t planning on changing my mind.”

She grins, running her nails across your scalp, bringing you back against her bare chest. “Thought I fucked that sass out.”

You snort, dipping out your tongue to run against her jugular, kissing the damp trail. “The only thing that recovers faster than your libido is my attitude.”

Kate laughs at that, nudging her leg further up between your thighs to make you squeak. “Now you’re trying to wind me up, close your damn eyes.”

“Uh-huh. I remember them being closed before you reminded me you hate kids.”

You whimper as her fingers tug in reprimand at your hair before resuming their strokes, rustling accompanying the sound of breathing in the moonlight room. There are lights swirling in barely visible colours as you fall further into a world between here and unconsciousness, and you feel weightless, floating in nothingness with the only person you’ve ever wanted by your side.

“… She wasn’t that bad, though.”

“Kate, go to sleep.”

dividers by cafekitsune

[moedull]

LIKE

A/N: This is part of my AO3 series where my favourite characters represent different times (and ways) to say I love you

this was written waaay back in 2021? This is rewritten ofc, but, quite hastily in my opinion! It may not be the best, but, hey, it's cool

also.... dont be afraid to comment... help artists survive by showing ur love through comments or sharing their fics!!!!! >_o thanks!

AKA. Posted from my ao3 once again!

words: 1273

tags: NOT BETA READ, mild hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, established relationship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy: TSUKISHIMA KEI!

“Oh you’re still going on about that?”

“Yes.” 

Tsukishima sighs, sitting behind you as you smash the letters on your keyboard. You hear the bed creak and suddenly, he’s sitting next to you. He gently grabs your hands and holds them tight. 

“Hey.” He starts casually.

You look him in the eye with a huge frown, and furrowed eyebrows. “What?”

“Come here.”

‘Here’ is the soft bed you wish to lay on with no worries in the world. Of course, with your boyfriend, Tsukishima Kei.

“Why?”

“Why not?” 

“I’m busy right now…” You try pushing him away. 

“You don’t look like you’re in the best condition.” He says matter of factly, rubbing circles onto the back of your hand.

“So what if I am? I have to finish my thesis.”

He looks at you, sighs, and rolls his eyes. “I know that but it doesn’t change the fact that I worry about you.”

“I can take care of myself.” You hushed. “But thank you.”

“Are you ever gonna let me help? Or just go along with everything because you have too much pride for your own good?”

“No.” You huff. You suppose it was a habit from when you first met– always reaching for the top, showing everyone who really deserves to be up there– and, you do. You try hard everyday, working and caring for so many different things.

You just seem to be out of luck as it always feels like your efforts are unnoticed. In such situations, perseverance is key– but that kind of mindset may quickly turn sour when they’re left to linger and turn into stubbornness. 

You should probably hate Tsukishima Kei– strong-willed, cool and collected, and of course, smart. You would never have expected to hit it off with him, but he's one of those people who could easily get under your skin and get you to crack.

“Well, I know you can handle yourself, but don’t forget to eat.”

You roll your eyes (no malice is intended, of course). “You don’t need to baby me all the time.”

His eyebrow twitches, and he rolls his eyes in exasperation (no malice is intended here as well). “Whatever. But you need to sleep. Okay?”

“Yeah yeah.” You wave his concerns away, already turning around to resume typing.

Tsukishima huffs, gets up and moves over to your desk. He places his hands on either side of the laptop, leaning forward slightly as he studies the screen. 

“It’s not good to stress yourself out like this.”

“I don’t stress out.” You argue.

“Right, cause you always make sure you’re not stressed out.”

“I am not stressed out.” You insist.

“Fine.”  He relents. “But just remember I care about you. I can’t help it if you act like an idiot sometimes.”

The corners of your lips twitch up. “You’re cute.”

“Shut up.” 

“And sweet.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Don’t you think I should use more than two adjectives when talking about someone I like?” You ask with a smile, tilting your head.

He grins smugly down at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe.”

You chuckle, but it stops right away as you turn back to your work. Tsukishima still hangs around, not entirely convinced of your claims of being fine. He is especially convinced when you simply stare at your blank page, trying to find the right words to make the right sentence to make the right point of the right argument and–

“Okay, so what’s the problem?” He asks, taking a seat next to you. He scrolls up with your mouse, trying to read the rest of your document. 

You see the reflection of his face; His eyebrows knit together, lips pursed as the cursor moves underneath a few words. He lingers on a few sentences for unknown reasons that make your hands sweat and your heart beat faster. Flustered? Hardly, it’s the ache of anxiety. Your problems, right now, are far from school-related. 

“Mm.” Tsukishima hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You have the idea, so that’s good.”

But,

“You’re not being straight to the point about it.” He scrolls back to whatever page you made some stupid mistake on.

When did mistakes matter? I mean, seriously, at which stage of your life, did you begin to wallow over your mistakes? You were only in 3rd grade, scraping your knee on a cement pavement from running and that was one of the worst things that happened to you. 

Now, you read back on all of your essays and tests and feel your heart drop when you see that red ‘X’, the teacher encircling a specific part, or some harsh comments at the side. You want to blame the system, the adults, the economy or whatever God is up there– but, you can’t help it– You look in the mirror, thinking: Fuck. Was this all me?

Someone flicks your forehead, and you let out a wince, rubbing the spot.

“Hey.” Tsukishima says, tilting his head to look at your face. “You were zoning out.”

You glance back at him with an almost confused, somewhat dazed look. Here’s another big question: When did Tsukishima Kei matter? It’s incredible that you looked at someone for 304 days, talked, fell in love and somehow, it’s your life and his. You can’t put it into words right now; the questions that grow inside the empty pit of your stomach, because, right, you haven’t eaten yet, and you can’t tell if it really is a question, or if it’s screaming at you. 

You feel like you’re going to vomit–Fuck, that anxiety was just building up inside of you.

“I..” You pause, swallowing a non-existent lump in your throat. 

 “I didn’t think..” You pause again, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t think you’d like me back.”

He sits straight up, and stares down at you, furrowing his eyebrows with narrowed eyes. “What do you mean?”

You shake your head. “Look, I wasn’t expecting any response from you when I confessed.” 

You pause, feeling your eyes burn slightly from the tears that were building up, “I was just.. someone. You were one of the smartest guys in school—still are—but, out of everyone....” you start to trail off. 

“Out of everyone, why did you choose me?” You continue, forcing yourself to speak slowly, slightly tensing up at the evident sound of your voice breaking halfway.

He doesn’t respond. He slumps his shoulders, seemingly taken aback and bewildered.

“Why does someone like you pick me?” You laugh bitterly. Your heart aches even at the thought of it.

You watch him closely, as if looking for some sort of reaction or sign of how he feels. A flicker in his eyes, anything.

Tsukishima’s face remains blank for several moments before opening his mouth slowly to say, “Because I like you.”  

It takes you a minute to process what he said and you blink owlishly. You’d been prepared to hear something like ‘You’re a dumbass’ or something along the lines.

”But why?” You manage to blurt out, unable to hide a frown.

There’s a long silence as you hold his gaze. You stare at each other, neither willing to break eye contact, not until he leans in and presses his lips against yours.

“Was that answer not enough?” He whispers into your ear, his fingers gently caressing your cheek.

You feel lightheaded, your entire body buzzing and your heartbeat drumming against your ribcage.

You can’t speak, so instead you shake your head.

There's silence as he begins to cradle you in his arms, resting his chin on your head.

“I love you.” He tells you again.

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Ocf2RY by prolocity Clark was floating behind him. His blue eyes were striking against the sizzling new dew on the concrete building. “I know why you’re here,” Bruce crossed his arms. “Why should I go to sleep, anyways.” “Is that a joke?” Clark said incredulously. “You’re gonna get in bed, so you better believe it’s a joke.” “Clark, we both know these are empty threats.” “Wanna test it?” Clark raised an eyebrow. “Depends what type of punishment we’re talking about,” Bruce allowed himself to joke like this in their comfort. “Won't be a fun one.” But he smiled when he said. They couldn’t take themselves seriously. “Come. I’m already getting tired from this conversation.” Clark opened his arms. He looked comfortable against the cold and wet night. “Doesn’t a nice warm shower sound nice? Or cold, because you think you’re stoic so you’ll suffer for character building?” “Hmm..” “It’s usually ‘Hn.’ Did I strike a nerve?” “Just thinking about showering with you, that’s all.” “You’re nasty.” “You like it.” …………. Clark and Bruce share their first time together. Basically just pure smut with a bunch of fluff. (repost bcs it messed up on my phone :( ) Words: 4628, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Superbat October!! (2024) Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Clark helps, Top Clark Kent, Neck Kissing, Rough Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Gentle Sex that turns into rough sex, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Making Love, Flirting, Banter, Banter is their foreplay, Both don’t know how to make the first move, They get there pretty quickly no worries, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Bruce Wayne Acts Like a Sad Wet Cat, Bruce despairs a bit, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning After, they’re madly in love, Established Relationship, Multiple Orgasms read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Ocf2RY

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

6 PM - 9 AM

by prolocity Clark was floating behind him. His blue eyes were striking against the sizzling new dew on the concrete building. “I know why you’re here,” Bruce crossed his arms. “Why should I go to sleep, anyways.” “Is that a joke?” Clark said incredulously. “You’re gonna get in bed, so you better believe it’s a joke.” “Clark, we both know these are empty threats.” “Wanna test it?” Clark raised an eyebrow. “Depends what type of punishment we’re talking about,” Bruce allowed himself to joke like this in their comfort. “Won't be a fun one.” But he smiled when he said. They couldn’t take themselves seriously. “Come. I’m already getting tired from this conversation.” Clark opened his arms. He looked comfortable against the cold and wet night. “Doesn’t a nice warm shower sound nice? Or cold, because you think you’re stoic so you’ll suffer for character building?” “Hmm..” “It’s usually ‘Hn.’ Did I strike a nerve?” “Just thinking about showering with you, that’s all.” “You’re nasty.” “You like it.” …………. Clark and Bruce share their first time together. Basically just pure smut with a bunch of fluff. (repost bcs it messed up on my phone :( ) Words: 4628, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Superbat October!! (2024) Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Clark helps, Top Clark Kent, Neck Kissing, Rough Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Gentle Sex that turns into rough sex, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Making Love, Flirting, Banter, Banter is their foreplay, Both don’t know how to make the first move, They get there pretty quickly no worries, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Bruce Wayne Acts Like a Sad Wet Cat, Bruce despairs a bit, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning After, they’re madly in love, Established Relationship, Multiple Orgasms via https://ift.tt/9Z7XjBP

[elliewithcellie]

Christmas Eve Nerves

summary: Steve gets worried he hasn't done enough for his friends. You reassure him

wc: 0.7k

warnings/tags: gender neutral reader (but let me know if you notice otherwise), slight angst, steve's parents, established relationship, mostly fluffy i think

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You and Steve sat on your worn-out loveseat, your legs resting on his lap, admiring the lit-up tree. It was small, scraggly, some missing branches here and there, but it was yours, and it was immaculate. Presents lined up underneath the tree, both for you and for the gang showing up tomorrow. It would be loud and boisterous, people catching up and reminiscing of old times and new, but for now, you and Steve took solace in the silence.

You shifted in your seat, careful not to spill the hot chocolate in your hands. You hadn’t sipped yours yet. You kept both hands around the mug and close to your face, allowing the warmth to spread to your fingers and your nose. Steve had finished his already. He placed his cup on the coffee table in front you and rested one arm on the back of the couch, the other holding your ankle. You watched Steve carefully. The glimmering light from the tree silhouetted his features and accentuated his jawline. But you could see just enough to know he was lost in thought.

You tapped your free foot against his thigh in hopes of stirring him from his mind. He blinked up at you, his expression changing to a comforting smile.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked.

Steve’s smile faltered. “I—I think I’m nervous,” Steve admitted.

“Nervous?”

“About tomorrow, I mean. Haven’t seen them all in so long.”

You reached out for him, your hand finding his. “It’ll be great.”

Steve sat still for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed together again.

“What if I’m not all who they thought I’d be?”

“What do you mean?”

“I guess…What if I’m not as successful as they’d pictured? I mean, we’re scraping by. I don’t want to be looked at like we need help or like they pity us.”

“Steve. Why would they pity us? Look around you.” You gestured around you. “Look at what we have! We’ve got our very own apartment with a table and couches and a running fridge. You’ve got a full-time job, and I’m working and going to school. And we have each other, babe.”

You brought his hand to your lips. You felt his shoulders release some of the tension they were holding, but he still looked uneasy, not quite convinced it seemed.

“Can I ask you a question?” you asked.

He nodded.

“It sounds like it’s not really about our friends…” You let your thought fade. You hoped that Steve would piece this puzzle together, but he just looked at you confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I just mean, holidays aren’t really – have never really been your thing. You tend to tense up this time of year. I just wonder if Christmas spikes up this need for perfection because—”

“Because on the rare occasion my parents did show up for Christmas, it was never enough what I did. I didn’t make my bed correctly; I didn’t ace my classes; they didn’t care to come to my basketball games. And now, I need a better job, a better place to live, a college degree. God, it’s like I can’t get their voices out of my head! Part of me is scared they’re gonna walk in tomorrow and trash on me, trash on you! I can’t have that. I won’t have it.”

You scooted closer to him and pulled his head to your chest. “I’m not worried. You know why?”

“Why?” he mumbled.

“Because even on the off chance they show up tomorrow. On the off chance they completely ridicule our adorable little tree or how we wrapped our presents or, I don’t know, we don’t have a guest room, our house will be filled with people who love you and care about you more than life itself. They will all have your back.” You lifted Steve’s head to look him in his eyes. “I've got your back, okay?”

Steve leaned in and kissed your lips and smiled up at you. “I love you.”

Your eyes and nose crinkled as you smiled, suddenly bashful of the love you had for this boy. “I love you, too. Should we get to bed then? Santa could be here any minute!”

Steve laughed. “After you, my love.”

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[vigsilantes]

date night (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader Summary: you and adrian are on a date and run into the 11th street kids. Word Count: 1.5k Tags: Established Relationship, Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Making Out, Idiots in Love, Swearing, Drinking, Post Season 1, Comfort, Warnings: swearing, drinking

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It was very rare for you and Adrian to go on dates. With all of the missions you go on with the team, and also working your separate jobs, there is never time to just go out for the night and have some fun. Even before you both met the 11th Street Kids, when you first started dating, you only went on a small handful of actual dates. It doesn’t bother either of you though, because working and living together makes you happy. But, on the very rare occasion you have time off, you and Adrian try to have fun.

Tonight, Harcourt shockingly gave everyone the night off, which you and Adrian were grateful for. In the Vigilante-mobile leaving the team, you were incredibly happy. With you and Adrian both not having to work your other jobs, and having some free time from the 11th Street Kids, the two of you wanted to go out. Rather, Adrian had already decided on everything he wanted to treat you to, and he was filling you in.

“Okay so first we’re gonna get dinner, not at Fennel Fields though, I know you’re sick of it even though I have a discount, I’m kinda sick of it too honestly, then we’ll go to the movies, but we’re gonna just make out during the whole thing, then the bar, where we’ll get wasted, go home, and fuck like crazy!” Adrian said cheerfully as he drove.

“That’s quite the plan,” you smiled and wiggled your eyebrows. “I’m honestly shocked Emilia gave us the night off, I’m not complaining though,” you stated.

“I knowwww right, sometimes she can be nice,” Adrian admitted. Emilia is strict most of the time, but she has a soft spot for you all once in a while. “Since her and Chris started fucking, or dating… I don’t really know what they are, but since they started doing… whatever the hell they’re doing, she’s let her guard down for sure.”

“I like them together, she’s smartened him up a lot,” you said, and Adrian huffed. He still holds Chris to such a high pedestal it’s so easy to mess with him. At that moment Adrian pulled into the drive-in of your favorite burger place, they make the perfect fries here. You will always love this place, Adrian was actually the person to introduce you to this drive-in years ago. He looked over at you with a wide smile.

“Great choice of food, babe,” you told him, and smiled back at him. He drove up to the window and ordered for you, he knows what you always get, which made you smile once again. You got the food, and while eating, Adrian talked your ear off, like always, which you loved. After eating the burger and half of your fries, giving the rest of them to Adrian, you were full, and it was actually getting late.

“Ade, why don’t we skip the movie and just go get a few drinks?” you suggested, “then we can get home sooner, if you catch my drift,” you hinted while wiggling your eyebrows, he shook his head.

“Oh, hell yeah!” he said enthusiastically, “woulda been a waste of money just to make out during the movie anyways, it’s so expensive for no reason,” he pointed out.

“Right, why does it cost so much fucking money to see a movie?” you asked, knowing neither of you had an answer.

“I mean I would pay all of the money I have to make out with you, but-“ he started.

“We can make out for free right now!” you suggested, blushing. He instantly moved in close to you and kissed you.

He slowly gradually moved away from you and said, “You’re the best, babe. For real.” You smiled at him, still inches away from his face, you pecked him again. His cheeks were pink, and you adored how easily he blushed. He then put his hands on the wheel and headed towards your favorite bar. The ride was short, and after a couple minutes you arrived.

While entering the bar, Adrian ran in front of you and held the door open for you and motioned for you to go through it. Taking a quick glance, you saw that it was practically empty, except for people at a few tables and a small section of the actual bar. While looking for a seat, you saw a familiar group of four people. Emilia, Ads, John, and Chris were all sitting at a table and while looking at them, Leota made eye contact with you.

“Heyy, it’s the lovebirds!” she shouted and pointed towards you and Adrian. Adrian chucked at her calling you lovebirds and Em, Chris, and John all looked towards you two. Adrian scooped up your hand and you walked to them, smiling.

“Of course we’d run into you guys,” you said jokingly. Leota and John grinned. Adrian found two chairs so you two could sit.

“What are you guys doing here?” Adrian asked.

“Drinking, what does it look like?” Chris plainly said, Adrian nodded. Emilia softly hit Chris on the arm.

“Wait, you guys came here and didn’t invite us?” when you said that Adrian furrowed his brows, realizing they made plans without inviting you two.

“Adrian told us you were going on a date like as soon as I gave you the night off,” Emilia said, John laughed at how she said it.

“Wow what a fun date coming here,” Chris said sarcastically, “you couldn’t have done something more fun?” he coldly questioned.

“We did have fun, and still are, just FYI, and we totally made out a bunch,” Adrian bragged, “and we're gonna have more fun later when we get home!” he stated. Leota rolled her eyes and Emilia just took a deep sip of her beer. Chris scoffed. “The fun that I’m talking about is fucking,” Adrian said nonchalantly, which made everyone groan. You laughed. Adrian then went up to the bar to order you two drinks.

“How long have you guys been here?” you asked, starting conversation while Adrian was at the bar.

“Well, this is my third beer,” John replied and tipped his glass to you. Chris chugged the rest of his beer.

“I now need another one,” Chris declared as he waved at the bartender for another round.

“I’m backkkkk,” Adrian said, his voice getting louder as he sat next to you and handed you your drink. “Did you miss me?” Adrian hummed to you, you nodded.

“Course,” you told him, again, everyone groaned.

“Ugh, god,” Emilia said with feign disgust in her voice. The others shook their heads disapprovingly at your affection.

You all had drinks and passed time by chatting, and after your second beer, Adrian, John, and Chris got up to play pool. You, Leota, and Emilia stayed at the table, and watched the guys play, figuring it would be fun watching them. Chris pretended to be good, but wasn’t as good as he said he was, he was all talk, and John was actually doing better than Chris. Adrian, on the other hand, was killing it. His precision from his Vigilante-ing came in handy, and he was destroying both Chris and John.

You couldn’t help but stare at Adrian, though. He looked so fucking hot while playing, well, he’s always hot, but he was teasing you. He kept looking over at you before making a perfect shot, which turned you on even more. And the fact that he was winning was hot too. You were shaken out of your haze by Emilia and Leota laughing at Chris, who was angered by Adrian winning. The whole thing was entertaining to watch, just as you, Em, and Ads suspected.

After the fairly quick game of pool, the guys came back to the table, and Adrian didn’t break eye contact with you. He looked fierce, and his cheeks were bright red. Before he could even make it to the table, you stood up, as heat was running through your body. Without speaking, Adrian quickly fumbled for cash in his wallet and threw it on the table.

“Catch you guys later,” Adrian swiftly said, and took hold of your hand. You got out a soft “Bye!” as Adrian pulled you away.

“Man, what the hell,” you heard Leota say as you walked away, and Emilia chuckled at the interaction.

“Those two are always fucking,” Chris loudly said so you could hear it, everyone else in the bar heard it too, but you didn’t care.

Adrian opened the bar door in a rush, and took a sharp turn. He slammed his lips onto yours and pinned you against the side of the building. Fire ignited in you, and you put your arms around his neck. In between disconnected, hasty kisses, Adrian separated your lips.

“We need to get home, like right now,” he whispered, his voice raspy.

“Yeah,” you said, kissing him again, and running your fingers through his dark hair. “Let’s go to the Vigilante-mobile, babe” you said, and he was not gonna hesitate on your offer. Before unpinning you from against the building he kissed you again.

“Did you have a fun date night? I know it wasn't the most exciting thing ever, like Chris said, but w-”

“I had an incredible time, Ade,” you said truthfully, “thank you for tonight,” you kissed him again.

“Fuck yeah!” he said triumphantly, “Love ya,” he smiled, and pulled you in for another, more passionate kiss.

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

[ahundredtimesover]

Fight for You Epilogue (04)

04: When you get stressed

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: established relationship - FFY couple; fluff, smut (18+)

Warnings: foul language; sexual content (making out, oral f. receiving) (18+)

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: UHHH JK in that white Alexander Wang track pants - but shirtless - bc 3J dance to Butter still haunts me 😊

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You hold up the green knitted shirt and pants next to Jungkook and nod in satisfaction. 

“This is nice. Let’s get all 3 colors,” you say.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “All 3? It’s see-through, ___. Where will I wear these?”

“At home!” You exclaim.

“Over 500,000 won a set and I’m just gonna wear them at home?”

“It’s see-through!” You argue.

“Exactly.”

“People will pounce on you if they see what’s hiding underneath,” you explain.

“But—“

“Babe, please, can I just get you these? You’ll look so good in them. They’re the last, I promise,” you flutter your eyelashes.

“You said the leather jacket was the last, then the white track pants before that, then the sheer and satin polos before that,” he sighs, lifting the multiple paper bags in his arms. “I can’t… I don’t want you to buy me any more. We talked about this.”

“But I’m stressed,” you pout, hugging his torso while you stand in the middle of the store. “I already feel way better than I did earlier.”

“Why don’t you buy for yourself then? You like doing that.”

“I splurge on myself when I’m sad. But I’m not sad, I’m stressed.”

“So because you’re stressed, buying for me makes you what, not stressed?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“It makes me forget a little that I’m stressed. Imagining you in these clothes gets me all excited,” you reason, walking towards another shelf to retrieve a hat and placing it on his head.

“Hmm, cowboy Jungkook sounds so sexy,” you smirk.

Jungkook laughs and returns the hat on the shelf. “You gotta give me a heads up on these fantasies, alright angel?” He whispers in your ear.

“I’m doing it now!” You whine.

“It doesn’t count,” he kisses the pout off your lips. “Come on, let’s check these out before I change my mind.”

You excitedly head to the counter and pay for the items, your eyes glimmering with joy while Jungkook’s are a tad bit unsure, still not used to you spending for him like this. 

“No spoiling me for another year or so, okay?” He says, taking the paper bag in his hand and walking out the store with you.

“I’ll try,” you tease, but you both know that this is one aspect of your relationship where you always get your way, and despite the discomfort Jungkook may feel, he also knows it’s how you show your love, and he won’t deny how happy it makes him seeing you happy.

**

Your left eye twitching matches the flickering of the light by the door of your home office, causing imbalance in the space that requires your utmost focus as you work on documents for your upcoming business review. 

Normally, it wouldn’t bother you, as you could easily tune out distractions like that, but recently, your stress levels have shot up the roof and you seem to be panicking more than usual.

You bury your head in your arms on top of your desk and release a long and deep groan.

You’re exhausted. 

Aside from your expanded functions in the marketing department, your father has recently required you to attend some meetings with the Human Resources and Staff Development heads, and you assume it’s the departments he wants you to oversee in a few months’ time. The business trips continue, with travels to nearby countries happening more frequently than you’re used to, and the last quarter has just rolled in, ever the busiest time for you.

And that damn light. You wish it would just fix itself since you don’t know how to, so you stare at it again and hope for a miracle.

You groan once more and wish you could actually enjoy your weekend instead of recomputing figures so you could start your presentation.

“Someone’s a little grumpy,” Jungkook walks in and kisses your pouty lips. “Everything okay, angel?”

You exaggeratedly shake your head no. “I’m tired and stressed and stress-eating like, I’m suddenly craving so many things and I…” You drop your head.

“Why am I so rattled? I know what to do but my mind can’t fully process what I need to do because it goes off to the million other things that need my attention,” you continue, looking up at Jungkook who’s now sitting on the edge of your desk in front of you. 

“I can’t even check off anything from my to-do list because I’m not finishing anything!” You explain, showing your planner. “And I haven’t visited the kids in weeks, I haven’t seen Yoongi and Hoseok in so long, and I haven’t had my usual hot bath in days…” You whine.

“Hmm, you done?” Jungkook softly smiles.

You think a little bit.

“And I miss you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a week,” you add.

“We shopped and had dinner last night,” he laughs. 

“See? Even something like that flies off my head so quickly. Oh my god, I’m a mess. These are the moments I wish I had siblings, you know? So at least we could divide and conquer. But wow, hats off to my father who gets to do all this shit on his own,” you ramble.

“You’re not a mess,” Jungkook says and pulls you off your seat so you could stand in between his legs. “And your father has assistants to delegate work to. He already told you to get your own but you’re insisting that you don’t need one.”

“I have enough people doing things for me,” you sigh. “I need to learn to do things for myself. You know, grow up a little.”

“This is different, ___. This is work. It’s okay to say you need help and that you can’t do everything on your own,” he replies, caressing your cheek.

“Wow, look at you, being wise and all.”

“Just telling you things you always tell me,” he shrugs. “But I’m serious, get that job posting for an assistant out, okay?” 

“Okay,” you say, falling into his hug, one you always miss even if you’re pretty sure you had one last night, too.

“Alright, anything more you need to let out?”

“The light by my door is about to give up,” you answer.

“I’ll get on it tomorrow,” he assures you.

You hum in response.

“I got you your favorite noodles, by the way,” he says, rubbing your arms. “Mrs. Hwang said you haven’t had lunch so you should eat now.”

“You went to the orphanage already?” You ask excitedly, knowing he got this from the family restaurant you always go to after you visit. “How are the kids? Do they miss me? Did you tell them I miss them?”

“They’re fine and yes and yes. They seem to have understood when I told them you’re just busy with many things but that you’ll visit when you can.”

“Okay, thank you for going there.” You hug him again and feel a hundred times better than you did just 2 minutes ago. “Can you just hug me while I eat?”

He blushes at your neediness. “Alright. But I’ll have to leave right after, okay?”

“Why?” You pout.

“The gym will have inspectors today and Jin asked me to join him to scare them in case I need to,” Jungkook explains. “But knowing him, he’s probably just nervous. He invested a lot on the repairs and new equipment and he needs moral support.”

You nod, not wanting to take his time from his friend as well, knowing that Jungkook goes to you whenever he’s able to.

He doesn’t actually hug you while you eat, but he does cuddle and massage the tight knots on your shoulders after your meal. 

You’re a hard person to let go but he also knows you need this time to concentrate and perhaps a little incentive could help with that.

“So I was thinking… Maybe we could do dinner and karaoke tonight? I won’t sing but I’m sure Yoongi and Hoseok would be game, so would Jin and Ina,” Jungkook says as he cleans up the desk for you.

“Sounds good. Maybe you could invite Yeong-ja, too,” you offer.

“Are you sure about that?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Jin has a crush on her, and ever since you said she’s his type, I was thinking maybe we could matchmake them or something,” you shrug. “Plus, through Jimin’s social powers, we found out that she doesn’t actually have a crush on you because she’s into older men and she likes funny guys. And you’re neither.”

“That’s nice to know,” he deadpans. “Good thing being funny isn’t a criteria to date you.”

“Well, it’s somewhere there but you know, you’re funny sometimes,” you laugh at his frowning face. “Like, sometimes, sometimes.”

“Whatever,” he says dryly.

“I’m kidding, babe! Sort of,” you giggle, pecking his lips to try to get him to smile, which he does.

“Alright, I’ll get going. Be ready by 6? I’ll be the one to tell Namjoon and Mr. Sim.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

**

Karaoke ended up being more like a night at a bar more than anything, which you enjoyed just the same. 

Yoongi and Hoseok drank a little more than they intended, and spent a good portion of the night singing and dancing on top of the table, with Ina trying to make sure they didn't break anything. Jin and Yeong-ja had their own world on the other end of the couch, making you hopeful with your matchmaking efforts, and you sang during the few moments the microphone was free because your best friends had to use the washroom or drink water.

Jungkook stayed by your side the whole night, holding you close as he knows it’s what you like when you’re stressed and tired. He’s learned how to deal with the different versions of you and even if you promised you wouldn’t think about work, he didn’t nag you when he saw you check your work email to respond to something important.

You’re now laying on your bed and feeling more relaxed than you did a few hours ago, and you have Jungkook to thank for that. He made sure you had your bath with your candles and your oils, and blew your mind with his expert fingers on your cunt as an added bonus.

“Feel better, angel?” He whispers next to you.

“I do, thank you,” you hum against his lips. 

He’s about to ask if there’s anything more you need but your snores fill the room instantly and he grins instead, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead before he falls into slumber, too.

**

You’re at least thankful that your body feels the sense of urgency when it comes to all the things you need to do, as you wake up early the next day and check your phone only to be reminded that it’s Sunday but you still have work to do. 

You sigh, knowing you won’t be able to go back to sleep, so you get your day started and wash up.

“Working again?” Jungkook grumbles as you exit the bathroom.

You nod in response. “I received the revised reports last night and I need to send the team my review before I can work on my presentation.”

“Okay. I’ll go for a run while you work.”

You smile and kiss him before you head to your office across your bedroom and hope for a clear mind so you can finish early and just be with Jungkook.

You don’t notice the time. Three hours seems to fly by until you get a text from your mother inviting you and Jungkook to dinner tonight, and that’s when you see that it’s only 9:00 yet you feel like you’ve been working for half a day already.

You’re typing your review to the final report when you hear a soft knock on the door and Jungkook enters after you tell him to come in. 

While you’ve seen him in way less than this, you still feel your heart stop and your mind go blank for a few seconds.

He’s in his white Alexander Wang track pants, the one you bought the other night because you knew he’d look good in it and well, you were right. He’d forgone the shirt, perhaps soaked from perspiration, so he stands half-naked by your door, glimmering in sweat, with a ladder and light bulb in his hands.

He secures the ladder and climbs on the second step, the view of his tiny waist and droplets of sweat sliding down his toned back as he lifts his arms to loosen the bulb sends shock waves through you. Your eyes follow every move and flex of his muscles, from his arms, his shoulders, and even his ass.

“Wha—what are you doing?” You manage to say.

He turns around to face you. His body is stunning, as always, and the image of him running and doing push-ups and planks while his muscles collectively strain, with sweat dripping down his face, is causing your mind to short-circuit and your pussy to throb. 

“Uh, fixing your lightbulb?” He responds confusingly. “You were complaining about it yesterday and I said I’d fix it today.”

“Yeah but like—“ you glare at his body, as if telling him he should know what you actually mean. “Don’t you have clothes or something?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I do, I’m wearing half of them right now.” He motions to his pants. “My shirt is soaked so I just took it off. I figured replacing your light shouldn’t take long.”

He returns to the task at hand and secures the new bulb in place. You try to type the last few sentences of your review, thinking you could do that while marveling at the view, but the moment you read what you wrote, you realize this is an impossible task.

“All fixed,” he announces, making the final turn. 

He steps down the ladder, folds it, and leans it on the wall. 

He looks at you and his eyes widen at your furrowed brows, and tries to suppress a laugh.

“Anything else bugging you, angel?” 

He looks around to see if there’s another flickering light or if your books on the shelf aren’t organized properly, or if there’s some misplaced or missing item that’s got you worked up.

“Yeah, you,” you deadpan, crossing your arms, trying not to look at the sight you’re being graced with.

Darkened nipples, firm pecs, the ridges of his toned abs halved by a line straight down the middle… his entire torso coated with sweat that somehow is such a turn on right now. And you blame your rest-deprived body and recent more-than-usual consumption of oysters and intake of red ginseng for how you’re reacting. 

He tilts his head to the side and pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, a thing he does when he’s figured you out and has something in his mind.

Jungkook likes seeing you flustered, he told you once, as you’d always been so shameless when it came to him. You think he doesn’t really realize how effortless it is for him to look sexy, but you know when he’s being clueless and when he’s being a tease.

Right now, he’s being a tease, as he combs the hair off his forehead with his hands alternately, repeatedly, his head tilting back a little, giving you a better view of his glimmering neck and sharp jawline. And you’re the weakling, watching his every move and losing the battle in your head about your priorities. 

Which should be your reviews, and not your unfairly hot boyfriend who could blow your mind and leave you speechless if he so wanted, and he knows you’d let him, but you can’t have that because you need your brain to work. 

“Hmm, that’s good,” he smirks, walking to your side. “If I’m what’s bugging you then why don’t we do something about it?”

He turns your chair to face him and cocks his eyebrow at your crossed legs, tightly squeezed as you try to create friction and ease your throbbing pussy.

“Jungkook, you’re distracting me. I need to finish this,” you scowl. 

“And you will,” he says, gripping your chair’s armrests, his face moving so close to yours and you could make out the beads of sweat on his forehead and feel his hot breath against you. 

“Not when you’re like this,” you gulp. “It’s—it’s hard to focus.”

“Then focus on me,” he smiles softly. “You’ve been working hard. Let me relieve your stress, yeah? Help you relax a little bit.”

You get hypnotized with the way his tongue dances across his lips, his teeth biting the pink flesh, with you mirroring the act.

He grazes your lips with his thumb, slowly pushing it inside your mouth until you suck it yourself, your tongue swirling around his finger, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight.

“Want you,” you moan with your eyes closed.

“Good girl,” he whispers, retrieving his thumb and kneeling in front of you.

He slowly removes your shorts and underwear while you unbutton your pajama top, revealing your seashell mesh embroidered bralette that you sometimes wear at home. He grunts, recalling the first time you’d worn one specifically for him - you’d teased him with the red lace lingerie set you put on and you almost didn’t make it to your dinner date because he had you pinned down on the bed, leaving love marks all over your chest. 

You recognize the look he has on right now, and you’re just aching to feel his mouth all over you again, to be touched, to be devoured, knowing it’s what he plans to do with the way his piercing gaze won’t leave your face.

He caresses your calves, then your thighs, until he props them open to reveal your cunt, glimmering with slick and your clit screaming for him.

Even you could smell your arousal, and you’re turned on by how turned on you are, but you want this, you need this. If there’s anything that could suspend the nonstop thoughts of all your responsibilities in your head, it’s everything Jungkook.

He doesn’t want to tease but he does want you to savor it; he wants to go slow so you could feel everything, every flick of his tongue and every vibration of his moans on your pussy. 

He torturously licks the strip from your hole to your clit, swirling on your nub and going again and again and again, your muted cries of pleasure the perfect background music to his ears. He spreads your legs wide and makes himself comfortable on the floor so he can bury his head between them, changing angles and speed, moaning as he goes. 

You’re breathless. Your chest rises and falls with every movement that Jungkook makes, and you like his pace, as the feeling of ecstasy gradually builds - enough for you to savor it, lingering as you reach the peak, staying there so the feeling is prolonged.

Your moans build up, too - steadily increasing in sound to let him know you’re reaching your high, but soft enough to make it feel so intimate as they meld with his. 

When he feels you losing yourself to his mouth, his hands slowly travel to your clothed breasts, kneading them to aid you in your orgasm. It’s not long before it hits, the coil in your belly snapping in an instant, and you feel the wave of slick escape you. 

You feel like you’re in a trance, where everything is hazy and clear at the same time.

Jungkook emerges from below, smirking at you and you could lose yourself in how he looks all over again. He wipes the slick off his lips with his finger, bringing it to your mouth for you to suck, and it’s now him getting lost in how hot you look - breathless, satisfied, needy for him, and he feels pride knowing that only he could make you feel this way.

He trails soft kisses up your torso, lingering around your chest area and wrapping his arms around your waist, his grip tightening as he reaches your neck, then your jaw.

“You’re so, so good,” you pant when he makes it to your lips, your arms wrapped around his neck now and you want to just remain like this for the rest of the day.

He smiles softly. “Do you feel better?”

“I do,” you chuckle. “I don’t know how I could lose my mind yet feel like things are clearer at the same time, but it’s you so I won’t question it anymore.”

“Good,” he gives you a peck. “That’s what I wanted because you need a clear mind so you can finish what you need to finish, and then we can go for the real thing after.”

“Real thing?” You cock an eyebrow. “Babe, we have dinner at my parents’ tonight. I can’t be sore.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he smiles innocently, and there’s really no way for you to turn that down. 

**

Jungkook did keep his promise. After another hour of you doing your work, he took you in bed and in the shower that were equal parts intense and gentle, leaving you perfectly able to walk to your parents’ house for dinner.

More than anything, though, you’re glad Jungkook is with you tonight. He’s your grounding presence, your pillar of strength, and the only one who can keep you steady when you hear your father tell you the news.

“We’ve spoken with the board members, ___. We’ll officially announce you as the Lee Group successor at the end of the year.”

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