#I’m not particularly upset but I do very much enjoy complaining so I will

[pikahlua]

I've been in the dkbk fandom for 3 years and my husband is an anime only. We just watched the new episode and he was disappointed. He predicted that Star will die and the plot won't really move forward. He's a sci-fi fan and he's seen many a series fall apart after more characters, complexity, and a war are introduced. I've been avoiding spoling the manga for him but since he's lost interest, I spoiled him and confirmed that the manga has been in a holding pattern for 2-3 years with this final arc. I told him what you said about Bk's death and Deku losing his arms as being symbolic but he said those actions being reversed lowers the stakes and it's hard to maintain emotional investment if you know that major plot points will just get reversed. I wanna believe in Hori but I'm waiting for payoff instead of enjoying the story. Is what's happening really good storytelling if this final battle has been dragging on so long and Deku's characterization has come to a halt?

I’m hesitant to answer this. I said I wouldn't answer any asks that were looking to me for reasons to keep liking MHA, and I really don't want to encourage more asks like this--and yes OP, I don't know if you realize it but that's basically what you're asking. You've framed this question around your husband's opinions, but you're couching your own thoughts inside.

If your issue is that you and your husband like different media, then that's a marital issue to resolve; accept that you shouldn't always watch all media together, particularly if doing so isn't fun for both of you. But your husband doesn't like what's going on in MHA, and this is enough to make you doubt whether or not MHA is written well? Despite the fact that many, many people like MHA in its current form? That sounds more to me like you agree with your husband. It certainly doesn't sound like you tried to sell this story arc to him.

I decided I'll answer a question like this this one time because it'll help me summarize my feelings on these topics, though I'm sorry to say the topics I address may not be what you expect.

"We just watched the new episode and he was disappointed. He predicted that Star will die and the plot won't really move forward."

Is this really a surprise? I don't remember anyone being all that into this arc when it first came out. Everyone was saying Star would die, and yet most people did not correctly predict the actual outcome of this fight--that Star's quirk would be eliminated and Tomura would be weakened. Most guessed Tomura would steal Star's quirk and become overpowered.

"He's a sci-fi fan and he's seen many a series fall apart after more characters, complexity, and a war are introduced."

You mention sci-fi but uh, has your husband watched like...any other anime? Ever? At all? MHA is far from the first shounen anime to do this. You can't really make your husband like MHA if his problem is that he came to an anime restaurant and got upset when there was nothing but anime on the menu.

Seriously, MHA is not doing all that much different with its ending than what Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood did, and that's one of the most critically acclaimed shounen anime of all time. If he's predisposed to dislike the stuff anime does, that's not a writing problem. That's a mismatch of anime with his tastes.

It strikes a nerve with me because I grew up loving anime and was bullied for it by people with opinions such as your husband's. Now, the mainstream-ification of anime has drawn those same sorts of people to anime for whatever reason, and all they seem to wanna do is complain about anime being anime. Take sci-fi for example: I typically hate outerspace-themed media and the concepts such media often explore, and you know what I do? Not watch it. I've decided such media is not for me. Honestly, the same is true for a lot of anime too. I am very picky about anime because there are some tropes or themes I'm just sick of.

"I've been avoiding spoling the manga for him but since he's lost interest, I spoiled him and confirmed that the manga has been in a holding pattern for 2-3 years with this final arc."

This is where it sounds like you primed him with your own feelings, because it certainly doesn't sound like you were selling him. I don't even know what this means. "A holding pattern"? Do you mean the arc has just been going on a long time (see: welcome to anime being anime)? Or do you mean not much has happened with Izuku? Because I am getting a bit of a sense that your issue is you're an Izuku fan and his growth has been slow because the arc has had to wrap up all the other characters' arcs first. Because a lot HAS been happening with all the other characters (and we recently got some Izuku progression too).

The only other thing I can think of is an opinion I've had for a long time. I think a lot of anime fans don't realize they're not actually manga people. You watch an anime you like a lot and you wanna get up to speed, so you go to the manga not understanding that the manga is different from the anime. The pacing is different, as is the presentation and focus on details. The manga presents one or two story points per chapter, whereas anime episodes are 2-3 chapters compressed into one sitting. The anime's major selling point is its fast pacing, but this is not a selling point of the manga--of ANY weekly manga. "2-3 years" means very little in the context of a 15-page-a-week-AT-BEST manga.

"I told him what you said about Bk's death and Deku losing his arms as being symbolic"

The symbolism angle is one thing. I've never really understood why people like any media without symbolism--that's what gives a story its flavor, isn't it? If we're talking about tropes and familiar story structures, the artist's approach to familiar items is precisely what makes it unique and interesting to me. I wouldn't become invested enough to care about Katsuki's death if all that mattered to me was the surface-level event.

But are you saying you spoiled the fact that Izuku lost his arms? That's...not that big of a plot point to spoil if you ask me. Certainly not one I'd bring up as one of the greatest hits of this arc. This is another detail that makes me feel like you're particularly focused on Izuku, which is not a bad thing nor is there anything wrong with that, but Izuku doesn't actually feature very much in this anime season all things considered. It's hard to sell anyone on what's currently happening with Izuku in the manga since we just got to his stuff and it's not complete.

Again, this was what happened with Fullmetal Alchemist. The last arc covered the events of one day that ended the final war. The main characters were only occasionally featured and didn't do all that much in the season until the very end, as one would expect. When it was coming out in manga form, the pacing was admittedly very weird because of this storytelling choice, albeit it felt a bit different from MHA since it was a monthly manga and covered more ground per chapter. But when the same arc was adapted to anime, the feeling and pacing were very different, and a lot of iffy elements improved on me as a result.

"he said those actions being reversed lowers the stakes and it's hard to maintain emotional investment if you know that major plot points will just get reversed."

Is your husband someone who watches things only once and then can't rewatch and enjoy them ever again? Does he only watch stories for plot twists and once he knows the twist he stops liking it?

I don't understand this general obsession with consequences and stakes a lot of people have. Sure, they are elements that can contribute to a mood or feeling in a story, but they're far from the make-or-break linchpins so many people make them out to be. The "reversals" are major plot points too. I find much more enjoyment in trying to follow why a writer would do such things and what they're trying to say than wondering how likely some character is to die or how many people will be brutalized.

I'm in the camp that believes spoilers should not make a difference in whether or not I find a series "good" or whether or not I can invest in it. I personally have played video games specifically BECAUSE they were spoiled for me and it sounded like I would like them, and having those major things spoiled for me did not detract from my enjoyment at all. I'm not saying everyone has to be like me, but I do certainly think a story's ability to persist as an impactful and memorable work has very little to do with its stakes and everything to do with how it handles its story and characters. Was Star Wars memorable and beloved because of how many people were at risk of dying in it? Was something taken away from the story when Luke got a robotic replacement for the hand he lost?

Goodness, didn't the MHA fandom predict for years that Dabi was Touya Todoroki? And wasn't everyone just waiting for the reveal to fucking happen already so we could get it over with? And wasn't the entire fandom surprised and enthralled when the Touya reveal did happen precisely because it was handled in such a unique and cool way with Horikoshi's flair? Did predicting that twist really ruin anything for the story?

A good story is a good story.

"I'm waiting for payoff instead of enjoying the story."

I can't know what payoff you're waiting for. I've enjoyed all the events and details along the way, even if there were some expected dips here and there. When I went back and reread the entire arc in one go, the pacing really hit me differently and I got a lot out of it. If you're not enjoying the story, that's not about whether or not the story is employing "good storytelling." I've enjoyed plenty of stories that were told poorly and sloppily because there were other redeeming features that appealed to me. This is about preference. You and your husband have your own personal preferences, and that's okay! But you both have to manage your preferences with respect to each other and to yourselves.

"Is what's happening really good storytelling if this final battle has been dragging on so long and Deku's characterization has come to a halt?"

If you're actually interested in whether or not MHA has "good storytelling," I'd suggest you take a creative writing class or otherwise learn about the way stories are told in different media i.e. novels vs comics vs TV shows vs movies vs video games. But I honestly don't think that's what you mean. I think you're looking for permission to keep liking MHA even if you personally don't like its storytelling or how Izuku's character is currently being handled. I can tell you from experience that yeah, you can. Plenty of people do it all the time. Some people get so frustrated with the stories they like they write fix-it fanfiction. Some people appreciate the way a story is so perfectly written that they cannot build a fandom around it because they can't come up with anything to add. It's going to depend on you and how you want to approach the situation, and while I'm happy to talk about what I like about MHA and which writing choices I think are well made, that's not going to get us very far if you don't like the same things.

I do often find media that I personally think is not written that well, and like I said, sometimes I like it and sometimes I hate it, but if it's a piece of media with a large fanbase like MHA, I have a hard time calling its writing universally "bad." If it speaks to that many people in some way, clearly there's something about it that reaches people effectively, and who am I to judge? I'm certainly no expert in quality of writing. All I have are what I've taken away from my education in literature/writing, my years of experience with many anime that came before MHA, and my thoughts on all the other media I've enjoyed. My experiences will lead to different conclusions than others'. I know I don't like a lot of what's popular with most people, so I certainly can't hold myself out as some paragon of good taste.

It's okay to like or dislike whatever for whatever reason. I don't always stay with the same fandom. I move around when I find new and good things. I sometimes come back to old things I loved and like it anew or find it underwhelming as I currently am. As of right now, I'm actually willing to say something I never was before, which is that MHA might be one of the best-written manga if not the best manga I've ever read. While FMA is top-tier, its themes are a lot safer than MHA's ambitious goals. MHA was always going to be controversial in some ways just because of what it attempts to do, such as telling its story through comic book-themed superheroes. It also says a lot of political things that risk alienating readers. The levels of risk MHA takes are part of what makes it amazing to me and what makes it a worthwhile piece of art to enjoy. I'm so happy it exists, flaws and all. No story will be universally loved, and that's something I accepted a long time ago when I decided I wouldn't let the bullying stop me from liking anime. All I can hope to do is have the courage to love the things I love and the grace to leave alone the things I dislike for others to enjoy.

[fantasylandloser]

Cupid

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x woc!reader

Summary: idfk Daryl + apocalypse + love

Warnings: canon typical violence, injury to reader, lots of hurt comfort, angst, nno specific plot

A/N: I just started watching twd and everybodys so attractive and traumatized, I don't know what to do with myself. Anyway enjoy, or don't.

******

When you first met Daryl, you very quickly learned to be cautious of him and his brother. The color of your skin caused unnecessary distress to the eldest brother, and he made sure everyone else was aware of this problem if he was in the mood.

You were tactful about avoiding him for the most part. Until Merle was missing. You weren’t particularly sad about it. You surely wouldn’t miss him, then you began to notice Daryl without worrying his brother was behind him. 

He was quiet, withdrawn, helpful, kind in his own way. He was many things, maybe even a good man. The first time you found yourself around him on purpose, you’d been spooked. You ran to the first person you saw, which was Daryl and he pushed you behind him. You hardly realized the way you gripped onto him when he held up his bow an arrow to shoot the walker. Your heart was beating so loudly that when he told you ‘it’s dead now’ you barely heard him. And you didn’t get to thank him before Carol pulled you away. 

The next day Daryl found ten perfectly carved wooden arrows outside his tent. He knew it was you. He never told you thank you though, he didn’t know how. 

The next time he goes through a bunch of arrows again he finds more outside his tent, probably twenty, they’re perfect, each of them. He hates them. He doesn’t understand them. Which is why you find them thrown back at your feet, when he finds you at the creek washing clothes. 

“I can carve my own arrows.” You look taken back slightly, but nod nonetheless. 

“I’m aware.” You say trying your best to appear unruffled, but you were also well aware others were watching the two of you. 

“You don’t need to be wastin’ your time makin’ these.” He nods to them. Then looks away from you when he sees your look of disappointment. 

“I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Your reply is so soft he barely hears you, and he knows he’s a dick by how gutted you sound , but he can’t bring himself to pick the arrows back up so he just walks away. 

You stay away from him again after that. Only near him when the group is all together, never making eye contact or standing too close. 

*****

The next memorable interaction between Daryl and you is when Andrea shoots him. It was the most reckless thing you’d ever seen in your opinion, and you didn’t have a problem telling her so, much to the shock of the rest of the camp. You couldn’t help being so mad though, you’d finally found safety on the farm and you were a little upset to have it compromised. No other reason. 

Someone must have told him when he woke up because when you pass by his tent for the tenth time in an hour, he calls you in. It’s awkward considering how little the two of you have spoken. He doesn’t ask you for anything, even though you offer plenty. He just reaches into his back pocket, hands you a sharp knife with an impeccable blade, tells you that he found it while he was in the woods and figured you’d have use for it. 

He asks you to show him the technique you used when you carved his arrows. His way of apologizing you think. You tell him there wasn't a technique, but you let him watch you carve one and he realizes you’re so into it you don't recognize the method to your own madness, you’re just using it to cope, to create. 

After that  day he lets you carve his arrows, sometimes sitting with you while you do it. The two of you didn’t do much talking but you both appreciated the company. 

******

“Raise your arm more.” Daryl tells you. You huff slightly not annoyed, just frustrated. 

“It’s heavy.” You complain.

“You made it.” He counters, squatting beside you. 

“Not for me.” You murmur. He sighs and takes the crossbow from you. Something you made mostly of wood and spare parts you found around the camp. It was really badass in Daryl’s opinions but for whatever girly reason you were embarrassed. 

He had found it when he was looking for you, put away the best you could in your tent, but still it caught his eye. He wasn’t snooping, as you said he was. 

Daryl can’t help but admire it, but that’s all he does. He won’t accept it as a gift, not something you put so much work into, so he offered to teach you how to use it instead. You regretted saying yes to that as your shoulder ached.

“Just somethin’ you gotta learn how to do now.” Is all he can offer, you only sigh while stretching your arms once more before taking the crossbow back from him. 

“Hold up” You still, but you keep your arm lifted. You let him move the strands of curly hair out your face, some of them falling back to exactly where they were. 

‘Alright now you can actually see the target.” You scoff, seeing how pleased he is with himself, but can’t help the amused smile that lights up your face. 

“I hate you.” You say, with no bite behind it, but you can actually see the target now. You don’t hit it on the first ten tries, but when you finally do, you smile in triumph, pleased with yourself. You allow yourself that joy for a few seconds, you’ve forgotten Daryl at this point. Because you reload without so much as looking back at him and continue on until the sun is no longer in the sky. For a reason unknown to Daryl, this blooms a feeling of pride in his chest. 

******

Sometimes you found yourself watching Daryl's arms. It wasn’t something you did purposefully, he’d be showing something to you and your eyes would just wander. It was a stupid habit that only caused you more trouble than you needed. 

“Are you listenin’ to me?” No you were not. 

“No.” Your cheeks heat up at your admission, your eyes finally making their way back up to his. “I’m sorry.” You catch the amused glint in his eyes and you know you were caught.

“It’s alright, we'll pick back up-” Daryl’s name is called before he can finish speaking. Shane and Rick nod him over and he gives you a quick look before walking over. They leave to make a run an hour later. 

Everytime Daryl leaves you watch for him, waiting for him to get back. You wish you didn’t, but you couldn’t do anything else with him gone, too scared, too nervous. That’s how you end up in such a stupid accident. Falling off the roof of the RV had to be the most embarrassing thing you’d ever done, and stupid. You probably would have been able to just get up and dust yourself off with a few scratches and possibly some sore muscles if you hadn’t landed right on an arrow you’d carved while you waited. 

You don’t cry out surprisingly, it’s probably shock. You’re barely aware of your surroundings as Dale and Andrea come from inside and rush you towards the house. You let them push you into the room and lay you on the bed, you let Hershel look at it, but the second he mentions pulling it out you panic, defensively covering it with your hands.

Carol is on the porch waiting for them to get back and they see the panic in her face before she has the chance to say anything. And Daryl sees that you aren’t on top of the RV like you usually are when he’s gone and he starts sprinting towards the house, the others are a close second behind him. 

“No please.” You’re not crying still, but you’re panicked, blocking Hershel from getting to you.

“I just want to help you, but you gotta calm down.” Hershel tells you. You let out a series of no’s while you get out of bed. When Daryl finally makes it to the room and sees the situation, he feels a bit of relief. He’s sure you’re in pain and he hates that, but it’s better you be in pain than dead.

“How the hell did this happen?” Daryl asks, when you hear his voice, your head snaps towards him and you call for him. 

There's a series of voices answering his question, but he ignores them all when Hershel says “She’s delirious, I need you to hold her down.” 

“You gotta lay back down, sweetheart.” Daryl tells you, he walks to you slowly trying not to spook you, He’s never seen you so terrified and he knows the pain must be too much when you're malnourished and sleep deprived and he knows you give most of your rations to Lori. 

“I don’t want them to take it out.” He knows you barely know what you’re saying. But he thinks you’re calming down some as your eyes grow wet. You clutch your side as the pain finally catches up with your senses. 

“Just lay down and let me look at it.” If you weren’t so out of your mind in pain you’d realize that he was lying, but you were. You agree lying back down. Once you do he attempts to lift your shirt, but it’s stuck to the arrow that hasn’t been pulled out. 

He sighs, his arm going around the top of your chest signaling Rick to grab your legs. “Baby, you’re gonna have to let him pull it out.” He sees your panic swell again but grabs your hand before you can do anything. 

“Just breathe, okay.” When Hershel starts to go to work on your wound, you face Daryl’s chest as you quietly cry. “I know, I know.” He soothes. Daryl realizes that he doesn’t think he’s seen you cry often since all of this has started and it makes his chest ache a little. 

When everything calms down after you pass out from the pain, and Hershel stitches up your wound Daryl finds himself sitting there still with his hand in yours. He doesn’t leave your side until your eyes open.

*****

Daryl gently touches your hair while you tell him about your life before infection. Your head is in his lap and he doesn’t even remember climbing into the bed with you. He allows himself the intimacy, says to himself that it’s to comfort you and not at all for him.

He doesn’t know when he started to feel so comfortable with you, but he thinks you have a way about you that would make any man break down his walls. It scares him. He hates it. He thinks you’re cupid, shooting him with arrows, making him love you.

“Were you with anyone before all this started?”  You ask. He only shakes his head. You hum softly, your hands fidgeting with the hand of his that isn’t in your hair. After a while of silence Daryl realizes you fell back asleep, but he can’t bring himself to leave you just yet. 

You’d lost so much blood in the day prior, more blood than he thought was survivable, but Hershel said you were fine. He couldn’t shake this feeling though, he just wanted you to be fine, he didn’t want to be scared. 

When the herd came for the house Daryl felt panic constrict his throat in a new way. Chaos ensued as he looked for you. When he finally found you, you were holding your own with a group of walkers, he would have found the time to be proud if it weren’t for the way his heart was beating. 

By the time you make it to his motorcycle, you killed nearly a dozen with his help. “Hurry the hell up.” He rushes, even though you’re hurrying to the best of your ability. 

****

“Where is she?” Daryl asks as he walks through the prison, he doesn’t get an answer but he doesn’t need one as your head pops out at the sound of his voice. 

He sees the betrayal in your eyes as you look at him, still he gets closer, just wanting to be near you. He starts to say your name, maybe to apologize, you’re not sure, and you don’t care. You shove him away from you. He comes back. 

“You left.” Your voice betrays you, as it quivers. “We needed you here.” 

“He’s my brother.” He tries to explain,

“And what are we?” Your voice rises, and it’s the first time you’ve ever yelled at him. It startles him slightly. “Are we not family?” You ask. “What am I?” Daryl clearly doesn’t have an answer for you. 

“Baby-” He calls when you turn away, ignoring Merle’s presence as you did before. “Give her space.” Carol tells him. “She’ll come around.”

“What the hell did I miss, little brother?” Merle asks, only to be ignored.

When you finally come back from wherever you run off to, you don’t make a sound if Daryl or Merle speak to you. It’s like how it was before Merle left the first cam, except worse in so many ways. 

Daryl just wants you to understand, he doesn’t know how you don’t. He wants to tell you it wasn’t personal, but the words don’t seem right. He works to find the right ones but it’s no matter, they’re aren’t any. 

You’re holding baby ass kicker when he finally gets a moment with you. Everything that happens is usually so public to the group now that you have to stick together, so he knows that everyone knows what you mean to him. It’s unnerving.

“M’sorry.” You pause your actions momentarily before going back to tending to the baby. When you don’t so much as acknowledge him, he goes where you and ass kicker are before getting on his knees willing you to look at him. 

“You gotta talk to me, alright? Even if you just want to yell or scream or hit me, give me somethin’” He pleads, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You exhale a shaky breath. “I’m sorry I pushed you earlier. Wasn’t right.” Daryl almost scoffs because of course you’re apologizing.

“Deserved it.” He whispers to you, still on his knees in front of you, waiting for your eyes to land on him. You shake your head in disagreement. 

“If you leave again, or something happens…” You pause and Daryl wants to tell you nothing will happen and he won’t leave you but he can’t promise that to be true. “I want you to know that I love you,” You whisper. “It’s all I could think about since you left. How I should have told you- how I might never see you again.” When you finally look at him you see his tears, you know he’s hurting. 

“I’m not trying to make this harder for you, I just wanted you to know.” He nods, holding his face in your lap, trying to gather his emotions. With the hand that’s not holding the baby you stroke his hair gently, allowing him to cry.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Only Yesterday 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, voyeurism, intimidation, isolation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Isolated and lonely in your life as your grandmother’s caretaker, you find yourself living vicariously through your neighbour.

Character: Nick Fowler

Note: A special thank you for those who waited on this. I was like tripping myself out about this.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like a love song, baby. Take care. 💖

You put a coaster down before you set down the glass of water. The apartment door is propped open, letting in the stuffy air from the hallway as Nick carries in his tools. While you still don’t believe him, he’s committed a lot to keeping up his ploy. He is actually going to clean the windows and for that you won’t complain.

“Dearie?” Your grandmother calls from her bedroom as Nick nears you.

You go to brush by but he fills the space with his body. You recoil and step back, folding your arms under your chest. “Excuse me.”

“I figure clean windows are in high demand,” he muses as he bends his knees to put down the bucket and the heavy bag. He stands, an intimidating figure that has you wanting to cower in his shadow, “easier to see… won’t have to go out on the balcony.”

“Please,” you breathe.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Stop. It was a mistake. A bad judgment–”

“How long were you out there, hm? How much did you see?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to. I should’ve gone inside sooner. I’m sorry.”

He chuckles and it only stirs your frustration.

“I know you're not who you say you are but you don’t have to do this. I’m very sorry.”

He hooks his thumbs in the loops on his jeans and leans in, “did you like what you saw?”

“What?”

“Come on, admit it. It’s lonely here with just the old lady, isn’t it?”

As if on cue, your grandmother calls for you again. “One second, nan,” you call back and try to move past Nick.

“Wait,” he grabs your arm, “I didn’t get to the most important question.”

“Let go,” you hiss as you try to shrug him off.

“Should I fuck you on the balcony too? Or do you think someone will see us?”

You scoff and shove him away. You let out a noise of disgust and elbow past him. You rush down the hall, wiping the sweat from the back of your neck. He’s just taunting. He’s not serious. He just wants to see you suffer, then you’re sure he’ll leave you alone.

You enter your grandmother’s room. She’s on her bed looking gaunt. She has a dress sprawled out beside her as she tries to catch her breath.

“Dear, won’t you help me get dressed? We do have company and all.”

“Yes, nan,” you go forward and pick up the dress. It’s a violet piece with roses patterned across it and a lacy collar.

“Did you get that man a drink?”

“Of course, nan.”

“Of course?” She blusters, “she says as if she hasn’t forgotten her manners.”

“I’m sorry, nan, I was just surprised by the man, that’s all.”

“You must be nicer,” she girds you as you unbutton the back of the dress, “you’ll never catch a husband the way you are.”

You sigh but don’t respond. You’ve had this conversation before. Not just with her, your parents are particularly fond of the topic. You won’t repeat yourself again and again.

“Put your arms up,” you move in front of her, “let’s get this on.”

She does as you say and you get one sleeve on then the other, pulling the collar past her head. You’re not very worried about her marital concerns, you’re much more bothered by the man you can hear in the front room. 

🪟

Nick wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his head. You can see it dampening the fabric of his ill-fitting shirt and beads of it in his dark hair. He retracts the long squeegee and squeezes out the excess water.

“All done,” he declares, “I’ll just dump this and pack up–”

“Oh, it looks wonderful,” your nan preens, fixing her glasses, “I can see the birds now.”

You don’t say anything. Her intonation is clear. The windows were dirty before, neglected. You stare at the wall, refusing to speak to either of them.

“Thanks, ma’am,” Nick says as he uses his arms to wipe away more sweat, “last call of the day, think I got the hang of it.”

“Ah, yes, what is the time?” Nan searches until her eyes focus on the hanging cuckoo clock, “why, dearie, it’s been such a long day, I’m sure you’re starving from all that hard work. Why don’t you stay for supper?”

“Nan,” you hiss, stunned by her invitation. Ever since her episode, she’s been less than fond of other people.

“It would be rude to let the man go with an empty stomach,” she insists, “in my day, we wouldn’t dare–”

“I couldn’t impose,” Nick says gallantly.

“Impose?” Your grandmother waves her hand at him, “I couldn’t send you off without showing our gratitude. Oh my, look at you, sir,” she leans forward and blinks through her lenses, “honey, why don’t you fetch him one of your grandfather’s shirts?”

You look at Nick. He’s playing up the flattery. How could you do this? How could you have drawn this man into your grandmother’s home?

“Really, that’s so generous…” he begins.

“Now, sir, I must insist,” she says, “were my mother still alive, she’d be appalled to think I wouldn’t even offer you a meal. Even during the depression, she’d offer the farmhand a plate at the table.”

He smiles and you glance at Nan. Her mind is set. For the first time in a long time, she is putting her foot down. It’s a glimmer of the old matriarch that once held it all together. You resign yourself with a repressed sigh and as you stand, surrendering, Nick’s cheek dimples in victory.

You go down the hall and into your grandmother’s room. Hung in her closet are several of your grandfather’s old shirts. She refused to let them go, they made it past the culling of her life’s collection. You take out a short-sleeve button up in a brown and yellow plaid. It will look ridiculous on him.

You go back to the front room as Nick puts the empty bucket by the door and moves his bag beside it. He stretches as he stands at the end of the entryway, causing you to graze against him as you pass. You can smell his sweat and the tinge of his cologne.

“Here,” you push the shirt against his chest gruffly, checking that Nan isn’t looking.

“You mind if I wash up a bit?” He slithers as he grabs your hand around the shirt.

“Of course, dear,” Nan chimes back, “honey, why don’t you check the pantry?”

She reaches for her walker as Nick clings to you. You stare him down as he squeezes with all his strength. You gulp. He is terrifyingly strong. The tip of his tongue points out as he lets out a deep exhale. Finally, you rip away from him.

“Nan, be careful,” you spin and rush to her as she tries to stand. “I can take care of dinner.”

“Don’t baby me,” she grips her walker, “I can manage to put water in a pot.”

“I’m not, Nan…”

“I’ll let you ladies figure it out,” Nick excuses himself with a coy lilt and you listen to his footfalls trail down the hall.

You huff and help Nan steady herself. You follow her to the kitchen as she clacks her walker ahead of her. As she goes to the fridge, you stand tenuously in the doorway, glancing back towards the hall. You hear the bathroom faucet squeak and the pipes hum.

“Do you recall how to make chicken croquettes? I showed you when you were a girl, didn’t I?” She leans between her walker and the fridge door, “we’ll need the cream of celery from the pantry–”

“Yes, Nan, I remember,” you sniff and cross your arms, “let me get you a chair.”

“I am just fine,” she takes out the package of chicken and hobbles to place it on the counter. “Why don’t you go put some lipstick on?”

You furrow your brow as she faces you. What?

“Don’t make that face, it’s not very pretty,” she girds.

“Nan,” you reproach, “please–”

“He’s a very handsome fellow,” she trills, “I think he likes you.”

“I don’t wear lipstick.”

“You can use some of mine,” she suggests.

“I’ll grab the cream of celery,” you say.

She clucks and shakes her head. If only she knew. If only you weren’t a coward.

🪟

Nick sits at the table. The brown shirt strains across his broad shoulders and his hair is tidy. You can tell he wetted it and smooth it out from the humid curl that formed during his work. Nan lets you sit her down with him once the chicken is in the oven.

You busy yourself with the sides as the main cooks. Mashed potatoes and some peas. Plain. Nothing special.

You peek in as you hear her talking to him, regalling him with tales of her youth. He humours her well but it lends you little comfort. There’s a sinister tint to every word. He is being nice, but you know well he can be mean.

The oven dings and you portion out three plates. You just want this over with. You want the man gone. 

You bring out two plates, one for your nan, the other for the intruder. You go back to reclaim your own before joining them at the table. It’s unusual. It’s been months since you sat down for a meal like this and with the extra body, you feel even more upended.

“Isn’t this nice?” Nan beams.

“I can get your chicken,” you offer and use your knife and fork to cut up her piece. She lets you but you see the glint of humiliation in her.

“My granddaughter has a degree,” she chimes proudly, “did you know that, sir?”

“I didn’t,” he says.

“She’s very smart. And so helpful. She came to live with me to keep me company,” she continues, “and she’s not very old. Not too old.”

“Nan,” you pull your utensils away and turn to your own plate.

“She’s a bit shy,” she whispers loudly behind her hand.

Nick chuckles as he takes his fork and knife. You poke at the potatoes, drawing lines through the mash with the tines.

“And I see you have no ring,” Nan grins.

“Please–”

“I’m flattered, miss,” Nick smiles, “really, but I’d hate to be too forward. Your granddaughter…” he pauses and looks at you, “is very nice.”

“Isn’t she?” Nan sings.

Your eyes round and you stare at the wall. This isn’t happening. She isn’t trying to set you up with someone. The proudest she’s ever sounded of you and it’s trying to barter you off like cattle.

“Hon,” she looks at you, “why don’t you tell him about your degree? She loves books, you know?”

You cringe and shove your mouth full of potatoes and shrug. Nan’s smile falls and she manages to kick you with her toe. You gulp and make yourself look at Nick. He wears a taunting smirk.

“I did literature,” you say plainly, “nothing very exciting, like most girls, I was an Austen fanatic.”

“Austen…” he mulls it over, “I read Pride and Prejudice in school. Not bad.”

You nod. Really? You can’t imagine him doing that.

“I’m afraid it’s all my fault,” Nan chuckles, “I gave her a few books when she was young and she ran away with it.”

You twirl your fork nervously as Nick’s eyes drift away from you slowly, “can’t blame her. All that romance, bound to draw you in.”

🪟

You clear up after dinner as your grandmother continues to chatter. It’s been ages since she’s been this lively. You would be elated if it was for any other reason than that man.

You pack up the leftovers and rinse off the dishes. As you tidy up the counters, there’s a sudden silence that makes your heart drop. You hear Nan groaning oddly. You rush over to look in on her as she slumps at the table.

Nick stands and hurries over before you can reach her.

“Wait, be careful,” you gird.

He sits her up as she lets out a gasp, “dearie me,” her glasses hang at an angle, “I think I’ve overdone myself.”

“Nan,” you come close, forgetting about the man, not worrying about how close he is, “what happened?”

“Just a dizzy spell,” she assures, “must be my meds.”

“Just– I should call Doctor Harmon.”

“At this hour, don’t be silly,” she chides as Nick holds her up. If he didn’t have a hand on her shoulder, you’re certain she’d be on the floor, “I just need to lay down for the night. Have my tea.”

“Alright,” you acquiesce and drag her walker to her, “come on.”

You elbow Nick away and get your arm around Nan as you turn her in the chair. You lift her and try to get her feet set. Her legs are jelly and you nearly drop her. He quickly swoops in and catches her, scooping her up with almost no effort.

“Here, I’ll help,” he always has her in his arms. She looks even frailer cradled against his chest. “Show me where to take her.”

You stop and look at him. Nan murmurs and rests her head against him. You point him down the hall, “her bedroom is at the end.”

He goes ahead of you and carries her down to her room. You trail him and watch him lower onto the bed with care. You cross your arms as he backs up.

“Nan, I’ll get the tea on and come back to help you into your nightgown,” you promise.

“Such a gentleman,” she taps Nick’s cheek as he pulls away, “you be sure you offer him some dessert.”

You shrug her off and point Nick out of the room. He struts out, eyes boring into you until you draw the door shut behind him. You turn to face him in the cramped space of the hall. You don’t know what to say or do. He needs to leave but you know telling him won’t do much.

“What’s for dessert?” He asks.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

305 of 2023

Work survey.

Firstly, who do you work for?

Alstom. It’s a French rolling stock company.

What is your position?

Master electrician.

What are your responsibilities?

Wiring control racks, making electrical components and then installing them in train carriages, teaching and training new workers.

Do you enjoy your job?

I love it so much that I can’t imagine doing anything else.

Do you work with other people, or solo?

We’re a team of seven, plus three interim workers. So that makes ten.

What are your co-workers like?

Brilliant guys, I love them.

What is/are your boss(es) like?

Awesome. We’re not just numbers for them. They appreciate me a lot, too.

Do you wear a uniform?

Not exactly uniform, but we have to wear work clothes, helmets and safety boots. Our work clothes look identical.

Are you usually very busy, or is it slack?

Busy most of the time, sometimes blocked when we’re waiting for parts to be delivered.

Do you get paid minimum wage, or above?

Above as I work longer than 5 years and I was raised several times already.

What time of day do you usually work?

From 7:30 to 16:00, just now to 11:30 because I work in the progressive system.

How many hours a week do you get?

Normal week is 40 hours, I get 16.

Would you like to keep this job your whole life?

Definitely. I love it so much.

Why are you working this job right now?

Because it’s the job of my life.

Are you saving or spending most of your money?

Both saving and spending, the bills won’t pay themselves.

Do you deal with customers or clients?

No, I don’t. I’m a factory worker.

Are they generally agreeable?

With me, yes. Seems like I’m good at this job.

How do you react when they are not agreeable?

I discuss things.

Have you ever been written up? What happened?

No, I’m not even sure what it means.

Are there any risks involved in your job? What are they?

It’s a work with electricity, it speaks for itself. Traction lines are 11 kV, it’s deadly. There are risks related to falling from heights or getting hit in the head, that’s why we wear safety boots and helmets.

Have you ever forgotten to do something important? What happened?

Nothing hpapened, I explained the situation and did it th next day.

Are you allowed to read/watch TV/play video games on the job?

Absolutely not. We have to be alert all the time.

What are your breaks like?

9:00 break is 15 minutes long, 12:00 break is 35 minutes long and it’s a lunch break, 14:00 break is 10 minutes long.

Do you ever get really bored at your job?

Only when we have to wait for the delivery of the back orders.

How do you keep yourself entertained?

I do my job. That’s what I’m paid for anyway. When there’s nothing we can do at the given moment, we have unofficial meetings with our team leader.

Is your workplace clean? Who cleans it?

It is. Each of us has to clean their work space at the end of the shift.

Is your job physically demanding?

Very much so.

What would happen if a robbery took place?

Somehow I can’t imagine thieves taking away the train carriage lol.

What are your customers/clients’ biggest complaints?

Well, NMBS complains that we don’t deliver on time.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen happen at your job?

Coworkers having sex in the dressing room during work hours. Like, for real.

Tell us about the time you were most upset at work.

When the work doctor decided to put me on another six months of a sick note.

If you’re upset, do you act any differently towards customers?

I don’t met customers in person, unless they come visit opur work space.

The phone rings, and you have to answer it. HOW do you answer?

“Met Joeri, goeiemorgen” XD standard answer. Unless it’s someone I know, then I might say “Ja?”.

Is there a duty you really despise doing?

Making certain heavy boxes because they are boring to make.

Is there a duty you love doing?

Everything else. Particularly wiring connectors.

Is there anything you are scared of at your job?

Someone accidentally turning the traction line on while I’m working at the roof.

Are there many things to laugh at?

Hell yeah. My workmates and I are born comedians.

What are the bathrooms there like?

Kinda dirty because someone keeps on leaving a mess there.

How long do you plan to keep working there? Why?

For the rest of my life because I love this place.

Has anyone ever screamed at your job? Why?

No, no one.

Do you ever need to mentally prepare yourself for work?

Rather physically. I always organise my work space first, I prepare all the tools and materials.

How do you wind down after a hard day’s work?

I keep relaxing in a nice place.

Is your job stressful?

Sometimes it is.

Who would you recommend your job to?

People with good technical skills, and qualified electricians/mechanics.

[tauforged]

anyway.

like yeah this is in part me jsut expressing my annoyance at some of what i’ve seen in the general online response to skinamarink, but also something people talk a lot about with like, what’s been done with the backrooms and things like that. there’s nothing inherently WRONG with wanting there to be a monster responsible for all of it but it just feels…. reductive? horror about monsters and such has its purpose, but when you invent a monster or all-controlling entity where there wasn’t one, it very quickly becomes “how can i beat it / survive it” because for some people there ALWAYS has to be a good vs bad narrative and ‘good’ has to win, otherwise it’s a bad story. while in reality it’s just like… sometimes things just happen! it’s honestly why horror like this intrigues me so much, because it’s the exact kind of thing that makes me deeply, viscerally uncomfortable in my core - you find yourself in a situation that you couldn’t have possibly prepared for, that you can’t possibly escape or outwit, you’ve done nothing to deserve this fate but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. it’s scary! it’s weird! it’s viscerally upsetting! that’s the kind of feeling i like horror to invoke in me, personally. sure, it’s not particularly cathartic and doesn’t leave me feeling good after the fact, but not every story has a happy ending, or even a bittersweet one or hell even an ending at all. it’s like the storytelling equivalent of pareidolia - you are presented with the unknown, the unexplainable, the unavoidable. everyone finds something different to be frightened of, it resonates with everyone differently, everyone comes away with their own interpretations of it.

i guess i’m really just annoyed to see so many people come away from something they didn’t understand, and instead of thinking “hm, that was a very different story than i’m used to. it wasn’t for me, but i’m sure some people really enjoyed it” they’re just like “ugh that fucking sucked there was no plot and nothing interesting happened. the only way i can make it worth my time is if i pretended it was something entirely different”. it’s a slightly different flavor of the same mindset of people complaining about xyz widely acclaimed film because “there’s no opportunities for shipping so i didn’t really get invested in it :/“ like for the love of god step out of your comfort zone. grapple with the concept of a piece of media that doesn’t spoon feed you plot and motive and meaning and doesn’t boil down to “the bad guys were really scary but the good guy was cool and survived because they made smarter decisions than everyone else”

i think there’s a problem in online horror communities where everything always has to have a monster of some kind and every event has fo be explainable as “oh, ghosts/otherworldly entities did all of this for xyz reasons” otherwise it’s “bad writing” or whatever…. there’s nothing WRONG with horror that centers around some antagonistic entity, but it annoys me when people take things that are mostly atmospheric/situational and either go “that was confusing because there aren’t any characters or plot for me to invest in” or “here’s my novel length theory about how there was actually some entity that did all of these things from behind the scenes in a calculated manner” when in reality the actual thought process behind the media theyr talking about is mostly just “wouldn’t it be fucked up if this happened?”

ok my phone is lagging the fuck out so i’ve gotta stop typing this post but i’m not done yet gimme a second

[lilzcep]

Ah~~~~ imagine that

[neobowlingshoez]

Someone’s Someone

Synopsis: Y/N loves Jeno, Jeno loves Lia. And Jaemin loves Lia. What happens when both Y/N and Jaemin fall sick with the same illness?

Pairings: Jaemin x Reader, Jeno x OC

WC: ~9K

Warnings: Fluff, angst, kinda a slow burn but not really (takes forever for Jaemin and Y/N to get together) character death, mentions of blood and vomit, alcohol usage (of age), toxic relationships, and jealousy. Might be missing some more though.

From the writer: hi all! this is my first time posting on my work on here. feedback is greatly appreciated and i hope you enjoy this ^-^

——

Y/N stared at them. They looked so happy, like a scene from a romance movie. They were hugging playfully, the male kissing his female companion on the cheek.Y/N’s heart ached as she left the cafe with her drink, heading home.

It was particularly cold today, bringing back her memories from a few weeks ago:

He stood quietly, sighing in distress. “I’m sorry Y/N, I like someone else,” he said. Damn it, she thought. Suddenly, someone walked over. It was someone Y/N didn’t expect, “Oh hi Y/N,” Lia said, wrapping her arm around Jeno’s waist.

“Lia is my girlfriend. We have been dating for a while,” Jeno stated. Y/N stood there in shock. “Oh, okay. Forget about what I said. I hope for the best for you two,” she continued awkwardly smiling and walking away.

Jeno, Y/N, and Lia have been a tight-knit group since they were kids. Been through many ups and downs. This was their biggest down together.

The trio hasn’t spoken to each other since. Mainly because the new couple blocked Y/N.

Hearing her phone vibrate, Y/N took it out of her pocket. “Hello?” she said after answering the phone. “Y/N! Let’s hang out,” the person on the other line replied.

“Okay, I’m outside a cafe right now,” she responded. “I know, turn around,” the person giggled.

She turned out, eyes looking at the person in front of her. He smiled, walking over to her and hanging up. “Hello,” he cheered. “Hi Jaemin,” she responded.

“So….What are we doing?” she continued. “Let’s have a movie night. Like old times. I know you’ve been upset since Lia and Jeno are dating. So let me treat you,” he said.

She sighed. “Alrighty,” replied to her very giggly friend. They both walked away, quietly.

—-

“Romance?”

“Ew gross”

“Okay… Action?”

“Not in the mood,”

“Horror?”

“That’s more like it!”

“But I don’t wanna watch horror,” Jaemin whined. “But Jaem you love horror movies,” Y/N whined back.

“Yeah but I’m not in the mood,” he justifies. “Okay sorry. How about a thriller?” Y/N replied. “No, no. Horror is fine,” Jaemin insisted.

Well, it wasn’t fine. Halfway through the movie, Jaemin started to yawn. “Okay this is getting boring,” Y/N complained, turning off the TV. Jaemin sighed in relief.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jaemin asked. “If you want to listen,” Y/N responded. “I’ll listen,”

She sighed. “I just feel so stupid. I mean Jeno and Lia have been speaking about how much they like their crush and finding out they are dating. It’s hard. And now they blocked me on all social media platforms. It’s as if they don't want to be my friend anymore,” she vented.

“Y/N you aren’t stupid. Jeno is my roommate and trust me he didn't tell me it was Lia he was seeing. He tells me everything. I’m sure they didn’t want to hurt you in any way.” Jaemin assures.

She smiled, when suddenly she felt nauseous. Running out of the living room, Jaemin was on her tail. She rushed to the toilet. Bending down, she started coughing. Once she was finished she looked up. “Why did I cough up blood and flowers?” she questioned her friend.

He knelt down to her level. “I don’t know. Why don’t you change into more comfortable clothes and I’ll wait for you. We can look it up together,” he explained, walking out of the bathroom once he finished.

She did as he told her to do. Changing into fresh clothes and walking into her bedroom where Jaemin was.

She jumped into bed, placing her head on his shoulder. “Coughing up blood and flowers,” Jaemin spoke while typing on the keyboard.

The first thing that showed up was ‘Hanahaki Disease’. Jaemin clicked on the first link that showed up:

“Hanahaki Disease occurs when one experiences unrequited love. That is, one-sided love. The patient's throat will fill up with flowers, then proceed to throw and cough up petals. There are two ways the patient can recover: One is where the patient’s crush likes them back in a romantic way or Two via surgery where the feelings disappear along with the flowers. However if one doesn’t choose either option then the lungs will fill up with flowers, suffocating them,” Jaemin read out loud.

“Oh…” she said disappointedly. “Well, my only option is surgery. Since Jeno is with someone else. But I’m broke so I guess I’ll just live until I suffocate,” she confesses after assessing her options.

“Y/N don’t think that way. You never know if you will stop coughing flowers up,” Jaemin pouted. Suddenly, Y/N started getting emotional.

“Jaemin, you can’t tell anyone,” Y/N sniffled. “I won’t. I promise. But I won’t let you be alone. Someone needs to take care of you,” he assured.

She nodded. Grabbing the remote, she turned on the TV. “Let’s watch TV,” she cheered, earning a giggle from her friend.

They watched for a few hours. Jaemin looked at the clock by the nightstand, ‘3 AM’ it read. Jaemin suddenly felt a weight on his lap. It was Y/N, passed out. He smiled fondly, leaning his head against the bed frame falling asleep.

—-

It’s been three days since Y/N found out she was sick. She has been trying to keep positive but it hasn't been working out very well. “Can I come over? I’m bored,” she whined over the phone.

“Yeah sure. Renjun and Haechan are here but I guess they wouldn’t mind. Jeno is out with Lia so you’re fine,” Jaemin explained. “Be there in 20,” Y/N said before hanging up.

After 20 minutes, Y/N knocked on Jaemin’s door. Opening it she was greeted by a familiar face. “Renjun!” she cheered, hugging him. “Y/N. I haven’t seen you in forever,” he responded, hugging her back tightly.

“Careful, don't kill the woman,” Hachen teased. Walking inside she quickly walked to him. “Hello,” he continued while you walked up to hug him.

“Where’s Jaemin?” she asked him. “Oh, he’s in his room,” Haechan replied. Nodding, she walked into Jaemin’s room.

He wasn’t there. Hearing a coughing sound, Y/N walked over to the bathroom, eyes wide seeing Jaemin.

He was leaning over the toilet bowl coughing up what looked like flowers. Running over to her friend, Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulder, placing his head on her lap.

“You have it too?” she questioned. Jaemin said, “Yeah. I got the disease last night,” he replied, unable to catch his breath.

Gently removing herself from Jaemin’s grip, she went over to flush the toilet. But before she did, Y/N hesitated “Jaemin,” she said. “Why are the flowers you coughed up different than the ones I did?” she continued.

“Well, I don’t know,” Jaemin said. Grabbing her phone, Y/N searched up ‘What flowers do I cough up while having Hanahaki?’ He clicked on a link: “The flowers that someone would cough up may be their crush’s favorite flowers,” she said. Looking at the flowers again, she flushed the toilet.

Jaemin sat up. “You like Lia?” Y/N asked. “Her favorite flowers are sunflowers and you threw up sunflowers…” she explains, placing two and two together. Jaemin looked down and nodded.

“It’s hard these days. Jeno spends so much time with Lia and talking about her it makes me feel like I love her,” he vented.

Y/N held his hand, “I understand you. Lia is the sweetest person. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. No wonder Jeno loves her,” she admitted.

“Y/N, you can’t tell anyone I like her. Especially Jeno,” he begged, earning a nod. They sat in the bathroom for a moment in silence. Remembering Renjun and Haechan are still there, she got up. “Come on. Renjun and Haechan are probably getting suspicious,” she stated.

Jaemin got up and went to the living room, hanging with his friends like nothing ever happened.

---

It was a couple hours ago. Y/N, Renjun, and Haechan went back to their places. Jaemin sat in his room,watching TV when he heard the door open.

“Hi,” Jeno said.

“Hey Jeno,” Jaemin responded. “How was your date?”

“It was fine. We watched a movie and walked around for a bit,” Jeno told him while putting away his clothes. Silence followed.

“Have you talked to Y/N at all lately?” Jeno asked. Jaemin nodded, “How is she?” Jeno continued.

“She’s doing okay. She actually came here earlier for a while to hang out,” Jaemin spoke. Jeno left the room for a moment, coming back in a pair of pajamas. “That’s good, I’m glad. I would ask her but Lia forced me to block her. Don’t tell Y/N though,”

Jaemin took a deep breath. This is gonna come out eventually. “I won’t,” he promised. Jeno smiled. “For my birthday party, could you maybe ask Y/N to come? You can say that every guest can bring a plus one. Lia didn’t want me to ask her myself,” Jeno said. Jaemin nodded.

Jeno started to walk out of Jaemin’s room suddenly stopping his tracks, “Jeno. Don’t you think Lia is being a little… uhm… How should I say this? Overprotective?” Jaemin questioned. Jeno turned around.

“Maybe a little, but I think she has good intentions,” he lamely responded before exiting the room to go into his.

It was a rather quiet night for Jaemin. Jeno on the other hand, became very paranoid for some reason…

---

“So are you coming?” Jaemin asked. “I don’t know,”

Y/N responded. “You should. It would be a lot of fun,” Jaemin tried to convince.

“But Jeno and Lia will be there??? I haven’t heard from them in weeks,” she whined. “Y/N you will be just fine. I won’t let anything bad happen,” Jaemin assured.

While this was happening, Jeno and Lia were out getting ready for the party. “So who’s coming tonight?” Lia questioned.

“Just a couple of close friends.” Jeno replied. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to grab something real quick” he continued before walking away and completely forgetting his to bring his phone.

Lia went to his phone, starting a conversation with the messenger.

Jaemin: Dude, she won’t give in,

Jeno: Who?

Jaemin: Y/N.

Jeno: Give in to what?

Jaemin: Oh my gosh dude, didn’t you forget? You asked me to ask her to be my plus one!!!

Jeno: Oh yeah. Well I’m sure she will insist.

Jaemin: She did. I’ll be at her house most of the day. See you later.

“Is everything okay?” Jeno concernly asked when he came back. “Yeah. It was Jaemin saying he is going to be at someone’s house later,” she explained.

Jeno smiled. “Come on, let’s go get ready.”

----

“This one,” Jaemin showed her. “No. I’d look like a hooker,” she judged. Jaemin and Y/N were currently in her closet picking out an outfit.

“Because, you need to prove to both Jeno and Lia that you are thriving without them. Plus hot girl summer,” Jaemin explained. “Fine,” she groaned.

“Okay but this one?” Jaemin showed. She smiled, “This is the one,” she confidently told before scurrying to the bathroom and lunging over the toilet. COughing up another set of flowers.

“This is going to be a hard night,” she complained. Getting up from the toilet she brushed her teeth, “For both of us,” she continued.

Jaemin leaned his head against the door frame, quietly agreeing with his friend. It was indeed a hard night.

Jaemin pulled up to the driveway. About to open the door, he looked at Y/N. “Are you okay?” he asked. She tensed up.

No, she thought. “Yeah,” she admitted.

Looking down for a while, she had the opportunity to compose herself. Grabbing the car door, she confidently opened it ready to go inside to have fun.

Opening the door, she was greeted by Lia and Jeno. They stood there awkwardly until Jaemin arrived. He walked over to Y/N, “She’s my plus one. I hope you don’t mind,” Jaemin explained. “Oh. That’s fine,” Jeno confessed. Lia awkwardly smiled.

“Let’s go over there,” Jaemin said, walking her away from them. “Happy Birthday Jeno, by the way,” she said before they fully left the area.

—

“Y/N are you sure you're fine?” Renjun questioned, watching the girl drink like there’s no tomorrow. “I’m fine,” she said after drinking a shot of alcohol.

“Y/N, that was your third shot,” Haechan concernjngly pointed out. “Whatever, I’m going to the bathroom.” she replies.

After stumbling she leaned against the wall. Hearing kissing noises she looked up. It wasn’t in the hallway… it was in the bathroom. Lia and Jeno unlocked the door and walked out, seeing Y/N. They exchanged contact for a while and then proceeded to walk away.

Walking over back to the bar area, she watched her friends dance. Smiling, her ex-friends caught her attention. For some reason she couldn’t stop staring at them. Jeno's eyes were filled with love as he watched Lia dance. They were both laughing.

Of course she was happy for them both. She always wanted her friends to be happy. But something felt off. Waking her up from these thoughts, Jaemin stood in front of her.

“Let’s dance,” he said, getting straight to the point. No response. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her wrist gently and brought her to the dance floor.

They both danced for a little bit. Giggling and smiling, she wrapped her arms around Jaemin’s neck. Looking at him, she stared directly in his eyes. He did the same. Leaning in, Jaemin did as well. About to kiss, the music stopped.

“Thank you for coming everyone,” Jeno announced. Pulling away, Y/N walked away, feeling her heartbeat out of her chest.

----

Y/N stayed a little bit after the party to help clean up. Or actually, she stayed behind waiting for Jaemin who was helping clean up the party. “Let’s play truth or drink,” Lia said. “Come on, guys, Including you Y/N,” Lia continued.

Everyone walked slowly and quietly. “I assume all of you know the rules. So let’s cut to the chase. I’ll go first; Y/N, truth or drink,” Lia explained.

Y/N sat down next to Jaemin, “Truth” she replied confidently.

“Why did you block us?” The other female replied.

“I didn’t,” Y/N calmly said. “I’ll go. Lia, truth or drink,” Y/N asked. “Truth,”

“Why did you block me?” she asked, earning a set of ‘oohs.’ “I-I didn’t.” Lia stuttered.

Y/N opened up Instagram on her phone. “Then why does it say that you blocked me right here?”

“WE JUST DIDN’T WANT TO HURT YOU, Y/N. I KNOW YOU HAD A CRUSH ON JENO IN THE FIRST PLACE.” Lia screamed out. At this point everyone was recording. “So I blocked you so you didn’t have to see our couple posts,” she claimed.

“You could’ve told me that,” Y/N declared. “You don’t have a right to know. Plus you are too busy whoring around with Jaemin,” Lia fought back.

“Lia that’s enough,” Jeno warned

Well, at least I am getting over him… You know, if you wanted to end our friendship, you could’ve just said that. Just blocking me made me feel like a shitty person. But now I do feel like shit,” Y/N explained, before coughing. This time there were a lot of flowers coming out.

Dropping onto her knees, Renjun and Jaemin came to her side to make sure she didn't fall. She didn’t stop coughing until all she saw was black. She fainted.

Jeno walked over, “S-she has Hanahaki?” Jeno realized. “B-because of me,” he said, choking a sob. “Everyone get out. “Including you Lia. I need space,” he yelled.

Like that, everyone exited the room. The air was now heavy while Jeno sobbed. Heartbroken.

---

“Help! Somebody help!” Jaemin yelled. He scrambled around while Rejun held Y/N’s unconscious body bridal style.

“Do you need help, young man?” someone asked.

“S-she needs help,” Jaemin pleaded, trying to catch his breath

The doctor looked at the girl, “Come with me,” the doctor said, running to the closest room.

Renjun gently placed Y/N on the hospital bed. The doctor placed an IV into her arm. “What happened that got her into this state?”

“Well, we were at a party and when everything was done she started coughing up a lot of flowers to the point she fainted. She’s been coughing up flowers for about 2 weeks now,” Jaemin explained.

The doctor thought about it for a minute. “The flowers most likely got her to this stage. We need to remove it before she is gone,” the doctor confirmed. Then the doctor called the nurses.

“What do you need sir?” the woman said. “She has Hanahaki and fainted due to the flowers. We have to get them out before it’s too late,” the doctor explained the situation.

The doctor then looked at Jaemin and Renjun. “We’ll be back when we are finished,” he said before leaving with the nurse and Y/N.

It was indeed a long time. At this point it was 3 in the morning. Mind you, they arrived at the hospital at around 11:30 at night.

Jaemin sat in the waiting room anxious, shaking his legs. Renjun observed the boy. “She’ll be okay,” the older one reassured. “I want to believe that. But holy shit it hurts. That could be me,” Jaemin confessed.

“I want her to make it. This past few weeks we’ve gotten closer since we have the disease. Wait,” Jaemin vented. “What?” Renjun asked.

“How come Y/N coughed up flowers when she saw Jeno and Lia but I didn’t? Since I like Lia, how come I didn’t cough up flowers…” Jaemin realized. He paused, then loudly gasped.

“I think I’m in love with Y/N…”

—

Y/N woke up with the sight of the bright light. Groaning, she looked towards the left where Jaemin was sitting. “Hi,” she groggily said, trying to get up. Renjun got up, placing the pillow that was once on her head to the wall.

“What happened?” she asked. “And why does my head hurt?”

“After you coughed up those flowers and fainted we brought you here. The doctor believed that the flowers got you to throw up. He was correct, the flowers went to your lungs and suffocated you. They were able to remove the flowers. You’re staying here for the next few nights to make sure you are healthy,” Jaemin explained.

“Oh,” she said, trying to take it all in. “So I’m not sick?” confirming the question, Jaemin nodded. Y/N smiled at her friend, as he gave her a smile back, his heart skipped a beat.

---

“Jeno,” Lia yelled. Jeno was currently in his room, attempting to sleep so that his girlfriend wouldn’t bug him. She came over to make sure Jeno was okay after his party. He isn’t to say the least.

Lia barged into Jeno’s room. Staring at him, noticing small movements. “I know you are awake,” she said. Sighing, Jeno looked up. His eyes were noticeably red and swollen, possibly due to him having a full on mental breakdown for the past 48 hours.

Sitting up, he motioned Lia towards his bed. “I wanted to talk about the party with you,” Jeno said. Lia crossed her arms around her chest, nodding. “What happened to the Lia I loved? Because she wasn’t at my party?” Jeno questioned her.

“She was there… for a few minutes. But she left once Y/N got there.” she confessed. “Where did she go?” Jeno asked.

“For a little nap,” her body language changed quickly.

“So, the Lia at my party was your toxic side?” Jeno retorted.

“H-huh?” Lia shook. “Were you jealous that Y/N was there?”

“What if I was? You two have known each other for far longer than me,” she whined. “If you were then you could’ve worked it out??” Jeno yelled.

“But she would’ve been a distraction,” Lia fired back. “SAYS YOU,” Jeno screamed.

Lia stood there stunned, “I did this to make sure nothing bad goes wrong,”

“The only thing that you did was make everything worse..” he responded. “Look, this isn’t the Lia I fell for,” he continued

“So you’re saying…” she stated.

“We should break up..” Jeno said under his breath.

“Okay.” was all Lia said, leaving the room and house.

---

“Jaemin, I'm not gonna die,” Y/N complained. It was her first day back at her house after the surgery and Jaemin was scared she was going to hurt herself. “But the doctor said to be careful. I’m just trying to help,”

“But Jae I can walk myself,” Y/N mentioned before Jaemin placed her on the floor. “Go to your bed,” Jaemin ordered like a mom, pointing at the door. “Yes sir!” Y/N replied, giving him a salute.

Walking into her bed, Y/N sighed. Hearing doorsteps, Y/N looked at the doorway. Jaemin held a cup of tea. “Here,” he handed the cup.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, noticing Y/N’s body language, “Just thinking about these past few days,” she replied.

“Just knowing they blocked me because they didn’t want to hurt me. And the fact she thinks I'm whoring around with you,” she vented.

“But it’s over. And the feelings are gone. Doesn’t even matter at this point,” she ended.

“But if it’s making you feel this way, shouldn’t you be upset with Lia?” Jaemin questioned.

“Oh I am. Just don’t want to confront her.” Y/N smiled. She grabbed the TV remote. Turning on the TV, putting on 90 day Fiance. It seems ironic that Y/N wants to watch a romance show. After all, she should be upset. But she wants the drama not the cute romance shit.

It was getting dark. After 6 hours of watching TV, Jaemin turned to see Y/N sleeping peacefully on his chest, her arm wrapped loosely on his waist. He chuckled, kissing the crown of her head softly. “I got to go,”

Jaemin placed her head gently on her pillow, walking out of the door, heart pounding loudly, almost beating out of his chest.

---

“Hey,” Jeno greeted Jaemin as he walked into the kitchen. “Hi,” Jaemin sighed.

“How is she doing?” Jeno asked.

“Much better. But she is upset. Not at you though,” Jaemin explained, earning a nod from Jeno.

It was awkward and quiet. If someone were to drop a pin, you would hear it. It was that quiet. Many events happened in the past 48 hours that no one knew what to talk about.

“I broke up with her,” Jeno broke the silence. Jaemin was stunned, not expecting it from his roommate. “Yesterday actually. I found out the reason she made us block Y/N was because she didn’t want Y/N to be in the middle and screw shit up between us. Basically, Lia was jealous of mine and Y/N’s friendship,” He continued.

Jeno watched Jaemin’s body language. Jaemin looked down at the ground, trying to figure out what to say or do. “I’m not the person you should tell this to,” Jaemin confessed. “It’s Y/N. I know I am a bystander in this situation, it was Y/N who got hurt. Not me,” he continued, leaving the room.

Jaemin was right. After all, he was friends with her until he and Lia dated. Picking up his phone, Jeno unblocked Y/N, sending her a text asking to get coffee tomorrow. Not expecting a response any time soon, he places his phone on the counter. Ding. His phone said. PIcking it up again, he stared at the text, Sure. Does tomorrow at noon work? It read. He smiled, Yes, he replied.

---

She sat at a table, the one where they last saw each other. It’s funny that she keeps getting deja vu. Hopefully, this doesn't end the same way it did last time, she thought. Sighing, she saw someone sitting down across from her.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” the person spoke. “Of course,” she replied. The coffee place felt quiet.

Seemed like everyone was watching them. “Look,” Jeno spoke. “No, you don’t have to explain yourself,”

“But I need to. I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t have a say in blocking you. It was all Lia,” he urged. “I understand. I’m not mad at you. I don’t really have a reason either…” Y/N assured.

“How are you? I heard you got surgery to remove the disease.” Jeno started. “I’m better. Jaemin has been taking care of me,” she explained. They both nodded. “So what happens to us?” Y/N motioned her finger back and forth.

“Do you want to start over?” Jeno questioned. “Or.. act like nothing happened?”

“I guess act like nothing happened. If that’s fine with you,” she confirmed. Jeno nodded, smiling. Y/N smiled back.

It’s been a rocky journey for both of them. Luckily, they got through it.

---

Jaemin roamed the aisle, trying to find some medicine for Y/N. She seemed sick so she called Jaemin to get her some medicine which he graciously agreed to.

Walking out of the store, he noticed someone crying. He hurried to comfort the person. Once he placed it on the person’s shoulder, they turned around. Seeing a familiar figure, he took a step back. “Lia,” he was stunned, mouth agape. “Yes,” she choked.

“What happened?” he asked, sitting on the ground next to her. “I saw an old married couple walking out of the grocery store and thought of Jeno. I feel awful about what I did to both Jeno and Y/N,” Lia confessed.

They both sat there awkwardly for quite a while. It was awkward because of everything that has happened. Hearing a notification, Jaemin checked his phone. Where are you? The text read. It was from Y/N. “I have to go,” Jaemin said, standing up. About to walk away, he suddenly stopped. “Wait,” Lia said, placing a hand on Jaemin’s shoulder. Jaemin turned around.

“Can I go with you? Just to apologize to her. I know she probably doesn't want to see me right now but still?” she asked, basically pleading to him. Jaemin didn’t want to hurt Lia by saying no. But he also knew Y/N didn't want to see her right now. Having a tough time deciding, he insisted on bringing Lia to you.

Nodding his head, Lia giggled while walking with him to Y/N’s place.

Bad idea.

—

Hearing the door open, Y/N sat up. “Jaemin do you have my medici- Lia?” she said, flabbergasted while seeing Lia. Her ex best friend stood there rubbing her arm.

“Why is she here?” Y/N questioned. “Here her out,” Jaemin responded, motioning Lia to speak. Y/N nodded, sitting back down on the couch.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior . And for everything. You were right, I should’ve talked about where our friendship was supposed to go while Jeno and I dated. I know you hate me and probably don't want to be friends with me, so could we just be civil?” Lia apologized. Y/N sighed.

“Apology accepted. Yes it hurt me but I’m over. I don't think we can be friends for a while considering how hurt I am/was. But we can be civil,” Y/N replies, smiling at the other woman in the room.

Lia smiled back. They’ve been through a lot. They’ve been best buddies… but it will never be the same.

“Well, I should get going,” Lia said. “Bye,” she softly said, waving and going out the door. Y/N waved back but Lia didn’t see it.

“That was unexpected,” Y/N said. “I was expecting medicine but I have got an apology,” she continued.

“Don’t point the finger at me, it was her who wanted to come,” Jaemin defended himself.

“I wasn’t pointing the finger at you, Jaemin. I was just saying it was unexpected,” Y/N quickly retorted.

Now it was awkward.

“Well… Do you have the medicine?” she asked. Jaemin opened the plastic bag from the store. Nodding a ‘no’, Y/N scoffed. “That’s what I thought. I don’t need it anymore anyways,” she continued.

Jaemin didn’t know what to say. It was true, he forgot the medicine. But he didn’t know if Y/N was mad at him. So he asked:

“Are you mad at me?”

“Do I have any reason to be mad at you?” The woman defended herself.

Jaemin’s jaw dropped.

“I mean I brought over your ex best-friend,” Jaemin questioned. “If you want me to be mad at you I can,”

The girl placed her hands on her hips, tongue on the side of her cheek. “Look I’m sorry I brought her over, she was the one who wanted to come and apologize,” he tried to reason with her.

“Okay. I guess…” Now it was really awkward. “I’m gonna go now,” Jaemin said, exiting the house.

Was Y/N a bit of an asshole? Probably. But Jaemin couldn’t blame her. He was too blinded by love.

---

“Wait, so he actually invited Lia over? To apologize??” Haechan confirmed. You haven’t spoken to Jaemin in a couple days, mainly because he was ghosting you.

“Yep. He didn’t even bring me the medicine I asked for,” Y/N continued. “Dang that was the final nail on the coffin,” another voice spoke from behind Y/N. Turning around, Y/N was greeted by Jeno who sat next to her.

“Exactly. I mean she apologized and accepted it. I told her I just wanted to be civil,” Y/N continued, Haechan, Renjun and Jeno hummed. “I can’t be friends with someone who publicly humiliated me,” she continued.

“Amen sister,” Haechan preached, earning a weird look from Renjun.

“But still i can’t believe Jaemin would actually bring her over,” Renjun brought up.

.“Wasn’t the first time she did. I will tell you that right now,” Jeno chimed. The three heads turned towards the other gentleman.

“You mean she did that to you too??” Haechan asked in disbelief, Y/N and Renjun taking a sip of their drink.

“That’s how we started dating actually. But I doubt, Jaemin has a crush on her,”

---

“Jaemin,” Lia called out. Jaemin looked up from his phone, seeing a smiley female, running up to him. She jumped into the boy’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck while her legs were on his waist. Jaemin hugged her back, wrapping his arms are her waist.

Huh, looks like Jeno was wrong. But… what happened to his feelings with Y/N?

--

“Nice seeing you guys. Have a safe trip home,” Y/N called out to Renjun and Haechan who were heading home. Jeno stayed back with Y/N to help her out with errands.

The friendship has slowly become stable after Lia and Jeno’s relationship. There is still some slight tension between them, but don’t let their feelings get into there way.

Walking down the street, they both stumble upon a small flee market. “Remember when we were still teenagers and we went to the flee market. And shopped until we dropped?” Jeno recalled.

“Yeah, but nowadays i can barely afford anything. I barely recovered from my surgery,” Y/N responded, forgetting that her last surgery was when she removed the flowers from her system which created awkwardness.

Jeno looked onto the ground, unsure of what to say. “But, let’s go to the flee market to relive the good times. You know, when we weren’t struggling adults?” Y/N asked. Jeno smiled, giving her a nod.

Y/N linked arms with Jeno, walking towards the small flee market. There were little shops and stands selling clothing, jewelry, food, and many more. Jeno noticed one of the small stores. “The photobooth. The one with the fun filters!” Jeno pointed out jumping up and down like a little child.

“Okay, let’s go you man child.” Y/N replied, chuckling at her male friend. They ran to the photo booth entering in.

They have been to the photo booth every time they went out and about together. The first time they hung out together, took a photo at the photo booth. To when they first met Lia, took her to the photobooth. The photobooth held all the good memories they held together.

While Jeno and Y/N were taking pictures. Someone else was waiting for their turn.

“Jaemin, there is a photobooth,” Lia hollered as Jaemin was paying for a new jacket for himself. “Let’s go once I pay then,” he responded to the female.

A few minutes later Jaemin was finished with paying, they walked over to the photo booth as two people were exiting. The two people they weren’t expecting to see, were there. Both duos stood there stunned. Well, stunned was an understatement.

“H-hi,” Jaemin stuttered out. Trying to figure how the heck you guys ended up together. Y/N could only awkwardly smile.

“H-hey,” Jeno spoke. “Are you guys dating now?” he continued, asking his roommate. “Kinda,” Jaemin admitted.

“Happy for you guys,” you replied. “Jeno, maybe we should get going,” she told her male companion. Jeno nodded.

“See you guys another time,” Y/N said before walking away with Jeno.

Jaemin felt a small pit into his stomach. Feeling bad for not telling Y/N or Jeno about their relationship in the first place. It was understandable why it was awkward in the first place.

But this wasn’t the way he imagined telling his friends.

---

Y/N stared at the TV screen. Jeno and Y/N were watching TV once they got home from the farmers market. the female was quiet. Actually it was mainly Y/N watching TV, Jeno was just staring at her with a concerned face.

“Why did he have to be with her of all women?” Y/N questioned. Jeno opened his mouth, about to respond but Y/N continued. “I mean, when you think about it. Lia hurt both of us. And he’s dating her??”

Jeno had a feeling Y/N wanted to speak some more so he just closed his moth and listened. “Like who in their right mind would date their best friend and roommate’s ex? And who would date someone who accused their friend, who they became close to them because they both got the same disease, of whoring around with them. It’s dumb,” she ranted, catching the attention of the male friend.

“Wait Jaemin had Hanahaki?” Jeno asked.

“Yeah. Well, had. WHen you and Lia were still dating he had feelings for Lia. You can figure it out from there,” she explained.

Jeno nodded. “Also why am I so upset about this? It’s not like I have feelings for Jaemin,”

“You do. He liked you back too, ” another voice spoke. It wasn’t Jeno nor Y/N. In fact, the two turned around greeted by Renjun, who just smiled.

“How and when did you get in?” Y/N questioned, her face showed she was caught off guard. “Oh I was here the whole time. I needed to pick up something I left here and didn’t want to intervene since you were getting stuff off your chest. Also I used the spare key from under the mat outside,” Renjun explained, forming a smile.

Y/N and Jeno stared at their friend like a crazy person, trying to process what he was saying.

“Okay, but how do you know for sure, I like him and he likes me?” Y/N asked. “Y/N, sweetie,” Renjun said. He walked over to the couch. Sitting next to Y/N taking a hold of her hands.

“Jaemin is my roommate along with Jeno. I have been observing your little friendship and the drama. When you were around, Jaemin almost always observed your behavior. How you always wanted to watch a movie when you were sad. How you felt that your feelings didn’t matter. How you have a cute quirk of falling asleep on people’s shoulders. And how you always needed to be hyped up when wearing clothes outside your comfort zone.

He always liked you. He just never wanted to admit it and accept it. So when Jeno and Lia were still dating and not in contact with you, he wanted to make sure you were okay and had someone to lean on. He knew your parents don’t live in Korea and wanted to give you comfort and guide you, just like your parents would.

Yes he had Hanhaki but not for the reason you would think. He liked Lia but he liked the idea of her. The idea of having a companion to shower with love and affection. He likes you, not her. I've seen the way he looked at you, especially when at Jeno’s party and way before you went to the hospital.The fact he leaned in for a kiss and you didn’t stop him?

Also, Y/N, have you ever thought about why you didn’t shy away from Jaemin? It’s because you saw the good in him. That he actually cared about you and didn’t just hang out with you because you are friends with Jeno.

When you were in the hospital, Jaemin never left your side. He was even in the recovery room when you were still in the operation room. He has been leaving little signs every time he sees you.

Why he is with Lia, I’m not sure. But to be honest I don’t think it is going to work out.”

Y/N took her time soaking in all of the words Renjun told her. It felt weird because she never thought of Jaemin that way until Renjun explained it to her. She always thought it was Jaemin’s kind nature that he would help her and anyone with anything. But some things he did, wouldn’t be anything a reasonable person would do.

“Oh,” Y/N spoke. “I-i was the reason he had Hanahaki?” she continued. “No, no, no” Jeno said.

“Did you not hear what Renjun said? He had hanahaki because of Lia, not you. He liked Lia before you, Y/N.” Jeno assured her.

“O-oh.” she said. “Well, I don’t know how to tell him that I like him. Plus he is with Lia and I don’t want to ruin it for them,”

“Then just decide what is best for you, Y/N. We won’t tell you what to do. You decide your fate,” Renjun told her.

He was right, this is up to her. But do the stars align for them?

---

“Have something on your mind, baby?” Jaemin asked, wrapping an arm around Lia’s shoulder. He is currently spending the night at Lia’s house, assuming that Y/N was at his place with Jeno. He knew that no one wants to confront anyone right now.

Lia looked directly at the ground. “I know you like Y/N.” she said. Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?” he questioned, voice laced with utter confusion.

“You like Y/N. Not me.” Lia reiterated. “No, that’s silly, I like you,” Jaemin assured. But it didn’t work.

“No, you don't, Jaemin. You like the idea of me.” Lia said once again, this time looking at his eyes. “I see the way you look at her. It’s not a look you give me. Or at least not as much. And I know she likes you back. Both of you are so dumb to not even notice the signs and they have been there all along. I won’t be surprised if Jeno caught onto them as well. Go tell her,” Lia continued.

She wasn’t wrong. Jaemin has had a crush on Y/N since he met her. And his feelings have been growing on him since they both had Hanahaki. He just doesn’t know what to do.

“But, what about you? Won’t you be hurt?” Jaemin questioned. “I’ll be okay. I think we were going to be down this road eventually. But just know, she will say yes,” Lia assured.

Jaemin nodded, smiling at his now “ex”. They weren’t necessarily dating, it was more of a little fling. But they still did normal couple stuff. “Now, go man up Na Jaemin,” Lia demanded teasingly.

Jaemin chuckled and Lia laughed back. “I wish you the best Lia,” he said. Standing up he walked to the door. Touching the handle, he turned around, waving at the female before taking off.

–

“We’re home,” Jeno announced, entering his shared apartment with Renjun. No response. “Huh. I guess Jaemin is out for the night,” Renjun said.

“Yep. Well I’m going to wash up and get some sleep. See you tomorrow,” Jeno responded, earning a ‘later’ from one of his three roommates. He assumed that Haechan was asleep so he didn’t want to bother him.

Jeno got undressed, changing into some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Sitting down on his bed, he suddenly felt his stomach hurting. Feeling the need to throw up, he ran to the bathroom and started throwing up in the toilet.

He was there for what felt like hours but in reality it was 5 minutes. Groaning, he whipped his mouth looking at his hand afterwards. Blood, weird he thought. Then he looked down at the toilet. There was even more blood and petals from y/n’s favorite flowers.

It had hit him.

He has Hanahaki.

—

It has been two weeks since Jeno has spoken to Jaemin. The atmosphere in their apartment is tense but not enough to be sliced in half. The two have been avoiding each other because neither of them knew how to approach each other about the whole situation.

But both Renjun and Haechan got sick of it, having to urge both boys to discuss it amongst themselves. And Jeno having to promise not to destroy anything in the apartment… or Jaemin.

Jeno was in the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Placing the glass to his lips he suddenly stopped from the sound of a voice. “Hey, can we talk? Please?” It was Jaemin. Jeno side-eyed his roommate and proceeded to nod.

After Jeno took a sip of water, he sat down on a nearby stool. Jaemin did the same, sitting to the right of Jeno. “I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time. Both of them looked at each other confused. “Wait, Jaemin, why are you apologizing?” Jeno questions the boy.

“Because I dated your ex. Okay, technically we weren’t dating. You see, I thought I liked her but she told me that I liked the idea of her last time I saw her. We had a small thing after I brought her to Y/N’s place to apologize, which I sorta regret, and we went on a couple dates but we weren’t considered boyfriend and girlfriend,” Jaemin explains.

“I really should have talked to you before I even went on the first date with her. I know she hurt both you and Y/N a lot but I ‘dated’ her anyways,” he continued.

“It’s okay, brother. Y/N told me you had feelings for her and I don’t blame you for wanting to have a thing with Lia. I’m sorry for bringing you into this whole mess. I was scared that Lia was going to find out that I was secretly trying to communicate with Y/N through you that I didn’t realize it would mess with our friendship. And you were right, Lia is possessive. The more I think about it, it seems like she was scared that something bad would happen. And it kind of did. Let’s just place this all behind us. Also, let’s promise each other not to let girls get into the way of our friendship,” Jeno responded and explained his feelings.

Jeno and Jaemin turned towards the noise, seeing Haechan standing there blowing his nose into a tissue and Renjun patting his shoulder. “That was so sweet,” Haechan said, earning a slight giggle from Jeno and Jaemin.

“Now go tell Y/N you like her,” Jeno said, point at the door. “Wait? How did you know I like her?” Jaemin questioned. He was confused and stunned because he hadn’t told Jeno he liked Y/N yet.

“It’s kinda obvious, dude.” Renjun pitched it. Haechan and Jeno nodded. “You got this,” Jeno assured his friend.

He was right. It is now or never, Jaemin thought. Bursting out of his seat, Jaemin took quick strides towards the door. Heading out to confess to the woman he loved all along.

After the door shut, Jeno and Haechan sighed into a smile, happy but also nervous for what's about to happen. Renjun on the other hand, eyes were wide in the realization of something else.

“Wait, did Jaemin just leave without an umbrella? It’s pouring down rain outside.”

---

Jaemin was soaking wet, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was making it to your house. He went there safely but he thought to himself: But what if she’s not there? Calling her, Y/N answered quickly. “Hello?” she spoke. Jaemin smiled. “Hi, are you home?” he asked.

“Yeah, where are you?” she responded, asking him the same similar question. “Look outside your window,” he replied. She did as he told her to do. Looking at the window, she saw a figure smile at her. Jaemin then motioned Y/N to come outside. Hanging up the phone, Y/N put on her shoes and walked outside.

Once she walked into him, she noticed his soaked figure. “Jaemin oh my gosh you’re soaking wet! Come on, let me get you inside,” she ushered him. Jaemin didn’t move. Instead he gently placed his hands on her face, smashing his lips onto hers.

Y/N’s eyes were wide. She couldn’t believe it. The man she loved this whole time, the one who took care of her when she was sick, was kissing her. She didn’t want it to end.

When Jaemin pulled away she pouted slightly. He chuckled, “Come on, let’s go inside and talk about us.” he stated, placing an arm around Y/N’s waist guiding her inside.

Once they were in Y/N’s place, Jaemin sat down. He was still soaking wet having been in the rain for so long but he didn’t care. “Wait let me get you a towel,” Y/N said, about to walk away when she felt something grip her wrist. “Stay,” Jaemin replied.

She nodded, sitting down next to him. It was awkward. Neither of them knew what to say to each other. “So…” Y/N spoke, trying to start a conversation but failing in the process. “I like you.” Jaemin said.

“Like, I like you, like you. I actually have always liked you. But I didn’t realize it until a few days ago.And now that I do, I want to give you my attention. I want to be there when you are sad. I want to be there when you achieve something amazing. I want to be by your side. Even if you get sick and tired of me, I want to be with you. So, Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Jaemin continued.

He stared at her, their eyes locked together. Flashing a big smile, Y/N wrapped her arms around Jaemin, head resting on his chest giving him a hug. He chuckled “I take that as a yes,” he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist.

He lied down on the couch while they relaxed together. “What happened with you and Lia?” Y/N asked. “Oh, we technically weren’t dating. We just went on a few of them. We stopped after I realized that it wasn’t her I wanted. It was mutual though. Funny enough she actually helped me figure it out,” Jaemin replied, resting his head on hers.

“I’m glad it was mutual,” Y/N said, earning a hum from Jaemin. He placed his head on Y/N’s and closed his eyes. Y/N also closed her eyes as well, taking in the comfortable silence and eventually falling into deep slumber.

—-

The next morning, Jaemin woke up before Y/N who was still deep asleep. Suddenly he felt like he had a headache. Shifting a bit, he accidentally woke Y/N up. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay. I need to wake up anyways,” she replied, getting out of Jaemins grip. They both sat up. Jaemin smiled at his companion, when he sneezed. Y/N sighs in disbelief.

“Jaemin, I told you that you were gonna get sick when you came here. Now it looks like I have to take care of you!” Y/N complained like a mom scolding her child. Jaemin giggled back.

“That was the plan, princess.”

—

“Where to next?” Jaemin asked, holding Y/N’s hand. They were currently out and about exploring town for a bit. Y/N was about to respond when her phone started to ring. Taking it out of her pocket, the caller ID read ‘Haechan’. Answering it, she quickly heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, are you with Jaemin? Renjun and I were wondering if you guys wanted to hang-“ Haechan said but was interrupted but Jaemin’s voice: “We’re in the middle of a date,”

“Oh sorry. Have fun, and no babies!” Haechan apologizes before hanging up. “No babies… yet,” Jaemin teased.

“Jae we just started dating, why are we talking about the ‘babies’ convo?” you asked. “Haechan was the one who brought it up,” he pointed out.

“Yes, but that's a conversation for when we are in the long run of our relationship. When it gets there at least,” Y/N reasons. Jaemin nodded, showing a sign of understanding. “But we will make cute babies together,” he gushed.

They both laughed, walking into a cafe. It wasn’t particularly busy, but it wasn’t empty at all. The couple walked to the counter, ready to order their drink, both getting the usual.

Once the drinks were ready, they grabbed their respective drinks and walked over to a nearby couch. Jaemin took a sip of his coffee. He then offered Y/N a sip. Smiling, Y/N placed her lips on the straw and took a sip. Her face scrunched due to the bitterness.

“Jaemin, baby, how much espresso is in this?” she asked, questioning both the bitterness and his health. “8 shots, why?” he replied.

“That’s so much. I’m worried about your health,” she shared. “Don’t worry, I only drink it twice a day,” he assured her.

He wrapped an arm around her, Y/N leaned into him in response. “Of course I will worry. You’re my boyfriend after all,” she said, taking a sip of her own drink.

Any reasonable person would find their little interaction normal, but one found it enduring:

—

He looked over at them, smiling. After everything they went through, he is happy that they were each other’s someone. After watching Jaemin and Y/N acting like an elderly couple, he decided to go back home.

On his way home, he stumbled upon someone. “Lia?” he said. He saw a figure turn towards him. “Hi,” she said. They both walked towards each other.

Jeno noticed her new features. Her long brown hair is now cut really short. She didn’t not wear as much makeup before, this time only used a little bit. “How have you been?” he asked her.

“Well, since we broke up, I have been trying to control my possessive tendencies and began managing my emotional and mental issues. It has been very therapeutic. I’m honestly happy we broke up, Jeno. I think we needed it. What about you?” she explained.

“Nothing much has changed. Y/N and I mended our friendship. Jaemin and I as well. I have been focusing more on my friendships and those around me and not really looking for a relationship right now. I have to agree with you on us breaking up. To be honest, it was bound to happen eventually,” Jeno responds, explaining what his life has been going, purposefully leaving out his hanahaki disease.

“I heard Y/N and Jaemin are together now. It took long enough,” Lia continued. Jeno chuckled, “Yeah. Honestly not surprising. Considering how oblivious they both are,” Jeno says, earning a laugh from Lia. He laughed with her.

“Well, I got to go. It was nice seeing you, Jeno.” Lia said, smiling, “It was nice seeing you as well.” Jeno responded.

They both then walked their separate ways. It was weird for them to see each other since the break up. But they finally got closure.

—-

Once Jeno arrived home he walked over to his bed. He went into the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothing. Heading out of the bathroom and back to his bedroom. He approached his bed, coughing up some blood and flowers before laying down on his bed.

Staring at the ceiling, he shut his eyes and smiled one last time.

“Pick a movie! I’ll order some pizza,” he told Y/N. She sat down on the couch, scrolling through Netlflix while Jaemin walked to Jeno’s door.

“Jeno, we are ordering pizza do you want any?” Jaemin asked. No response.

“Jeno,”

Nothing.

“Lee Jeno, are you okay?” Jaemin asked, this time more concerningly.

Still nothing.

Opening the door gently, he saw Jeno lying down. At first, Jaemin thought he was asleep. But after walking further into Jeno’s room he saw old blood and flowers on the floor. Jeno didn’t move.

Jaemin checked his roommate's pulse. Nothing.

Lee Jeno was dead.

[seijorhi]

Pretty Young Thing

A yandere Erasermic commission for an anon, I hope you like it bby!!

Aizawa Shouta x reader x Hizashi Yamada

TW non-con, breeding kink, pregnancy, surrogacy, pregnant sex, smut, age-gap, nsfw

“Don’t you think she’s a little young, ‘Zashi?”

“It’s up to you both how involved you are during the first stages and the overall pregnancy. Normally we suggest an initial meeting with the potential surrogate for all three of you to get a feel for one another and decide if you want to proceed with the arrangement, but should you wish, we can–”

“No,” he interrupts, sparing Hizashi a fleeting glance. “We want to meet her.”

Beneath the desk, his husband squeezes his hand. 

Hizashi quirks an eyebrow, pausing midway through fixing his hair in the mirror. “Whaddya mean, babe? She’s in her twenties ain’t she?”

He’s not wrong, but that’s not the issue. They picked you, they both picked you, but there’s this lingering unease that he can’t seem to shake. It’s not so much your age specifically, he knows that you’re only a few years younger than the majority of the other women whose profiles they’d seen – you’re old enough to understand what you’re getting yourself into and agree to it, at any rate – it’s just that he doesn’t quite understand why somebody your age would want to do this.

And there’s something different about you, it’s just a feeling of course – he hasn’t yet had a chance to confirm his suspicions, but he wants to meet you and decide for himself.

“We do have a number of potential surrogates with promising Quirks if you’re considering pursuing that option for your child,” the Doctor told them, smiling as they flipped through page after page of profiles.

Hisako, 35, Quirk: Sun-flare

Nozumi, 26, Quirk: Mimic

Koharu, 28, Quirk: Seismic Wave

Chiyoko, 33, Quirk: Golden Whip

Yuzuki, 32, Quirk: Silencer

There’s dozens of them – which is more than he expected. 

Aizawa knew coming in that this wasn’t normally the process, that this agency catered specifically to Heroes – was recommended by the Hero commission – but it still feels strange, just browsing through pages upon pages of potential candidates to carry their baby. 

Was he supposed to be feeling some kind of emotion looking at these profiles? The women were all healthy, each of them attractive, in their own ways (nothing but the very best, the Doctor had reassured them with a smile). This woman, whoever they picked, she’d be carrying their baby, yes, but that was the extent of it. She wasn’t going to be a part of their lives beyond that, so what did it matter if she was nice or liked to cook or play tennis?

There were stats, of course. Their education and IQ’s and little snippets of history, but they were all impressive, otherwise they wouldn’t have been included. Were they supposed to choose based on their Quirk? One that might compliment his or Zashi’s? Quirks were troublesome things to begin with, and–

“Wait-wait, Shou, hold up,” Hizashi’s voice cut through his musings, long fingers wrapping around his wrist midway through turning the page. “Go back one.”

He does as he’s told, flicking the page back.

Y/N, 23, Quirk: N/A.

A lone eyebrow lifts. Quirkless, huh? A blank slate.

But that’s not what caught Hizashi’s eye.

“She’s kinda cute, don’tcha think, baby?”

It feels weirdly like a first date, nervous jitters and all – though he’d like to believe he’s better at suppressing that now then back when he was a teenager. Aizawa hasn’t bothered to shave, but his hair’s tied back in a loose bun and he’s pulled out a suit for the occasion – he’s even wearing a tie for fuck’s sake. Beside him, Hizashi’s ditched his usual leather jacket and ripped jeans for, well, nicer jeans and a button up floral shirt.

And then there’s you. Standing in the doorway of the cafe glancing around like a little lost lamb, he recognises you instantly from the picture on your profile, but the moment your eyes meet his he’s struck with the realisation that the picture didn’t truly do you justice.

Because you do look young (at least compared to their thirty odd years) and it might just be the hesitant smile adorning your face as you start to make your way over, or the charming little summer dress falling to your mid-thigh, swishing hypnotically with every step, but Shouta feels something catch in his chest the more he stares. You really are… what was the word ‘Zashi had used? Cute?

Yeah. You were cute. 

The agency had offered to host this little meetup at their clinic, and while he hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, Hizashi’d been insistent. He’d wanted this to feel ‘natural’. 

‘I don’t really wanna meet our potential baby mama for the first time in some boring, sterile office, d’you?”

He’d only bitten back a sigh at the time, shaking his head. It wouldn’t have been worth upsetting him by reminding him that the girl was technically a glorified incubator. He had every intention of being involved in this process, but this initial meeting was to establish two things. Firstly, that after meeting them, you still felt comfortable with carrying their baby, and secondly, he wanted to make absolutely certain that you weren’t trying to get anything out of this.

Oh, he knew you were getting paid, handsomely, he’s sure, but the thought that you, or any of the women the agency had fobbed their way might not all be in this for altruistic reasons had crossed his mind. 

You were just so young.

But he was more than happy to determine those two things in a ten minute meeting at the agency. 

Hizashi was not, and so here they are. 

Ten minutes in, and he finds himself glad of his husband’s insistence. Hands wrapped around your mug of coffee (you should enjoy it while you can) you chatter away with Hizashi, beaming and blushing, tripping over your own words in your nervousness. 

You’re about as dangerous as a kitten, and he allows himself to relax enough in his seat to enjoy watching the blonde charm you. 

“So why don’t ya tell us a little about yourself, songbird?”

“There’s really not all that much to tell,” you say with a sheepish laugh, but they listen as you talk anyway. It’s nothing the profile hadn’t already told them, nothing spectacular that would make you stand out in the crowd. 

And yet, an hour and a half later, you’re trying in vain to distract him and Hizashi both so that you can slip your card in with the bill to pay for lunch, and Shouta finds himself oddly amused.

There were other candidates – ones with impressive Quirks, smarter than you, more accomplished than you, older than you–

“Ya sure you don’t want a lift, sweetheart? It’s no trouble.”

You smile again, demure little thing, and shake your head. “Oh no, really it’s okay. It’s not far and… I like the walk. Thank you, though.”

– but none nearly so endearing, he thinks. 

And when they watch you disappear into the crowd, one final wave thrown over your shoulder, Hizashi’s fingers lace with his once more.

“So she’s our baby mama, huh?

He’s silent for a moment. “I suppose so.”

—

The agency recommended, at least in the initial stages before the implantation procedure took place, that any communication between the three of you should go through them. 

Hizashi had your number programmed into his phone before you’d even left the cafe, and he’s been texting you every day since – to the point where it wasn’t unusual for Shouta to come downstairs and find Mic chuckling to himself, fingers dancing across the keyboard on his phone as he replies to whatever message you’ve sent. 

Shouta, for his part, tends to message only to check in.

How are you feeling? Any side effects from the meds?

Your response comes a little slower than usual, and it’s almost an hour before finally he receives it.

Sorry they’re cracking down on us using our phones at work :( 

Everything’s good so far! The doc said i should be on track for our appointment next week!

… is it weird that I’m a little excited haha?

His brow furrows at that. You hadn’t mentioned a job – at least not to him, he’d have to ask Hizashi later whether you'd said anything to him. 

Why on earth were you still working? He’d seen the contracts, he knew exactly how much you were getting paid for this little venture, wasn’t that enough to support you?

He makes a brief mental note to make sure that whatever job you were working at, you stopped long before the baby was due. You might just be a surrogate, but he’d be damned if his baby was put in jeopardy because you were needlessly exerting yourself. 

Nevertheless, his expression softens somewhat as he reads the second part of your message. You were excited, hm? 

Well, that made three of you.

Both he and Hizashi’d been willing to come along to the clinic with you – he’d even submitted a formal leave request to take the day off from UA, but the Doctor had assured him that it wasn’t necessary.

“The procedure is quick and relatively painless. She’ll be home within a few hours, and so long as she remains off her feet and doesn’t undertake any strenuous activity, she will be perfectly fine.”

It hadn’t sat particularly well with Hizashi who’d spent the afternoon huffing and complaining about the clinic trying to kick them both out of the process. That much, he expected – he understood it to an extent; the agency catered specifically to Heroes, most of their clientele probably had busy schedules (which was true in their case as well). There wasn’t a need for them to be present at such a minor procedure, even if it did hopefully mark the beginnings of your pregnancy. 

What he hadn’t expected was the twinge of discontent he felt settle in his own stomach. The Doc might’ve preferred they stay out of this, but at the end of the day he really didn’t give a shit what she or the agency wanted.

So he messaged you.

Do you want us there with you?

He watches those three little dots bounce for almost a solid minute before finally your reply comes through.

No, it’s okay, you don’t have to come. The Doc said it wouldn’t take long and I don’t wanna be a burden for you guys

It’s not really an answer to his question, and he briefly wonders if Hizashi might be right about the agency interfering, but he’s not going to fight you on it. 

At least, that’s his plan until Principal Nezu pulls him aside at the end of a staff meeting and tells him that he’s found somebody to cover his classes tomorrow if he still wants the day off. 

“Ya gotta go, babe. One of us should be there for our ‘lil mama.”

He asks you what time your appointment is and there’s a surprisingly pleasant fluttering in his stomach when you walk through the clinic doors and catch sight of him sitting in the waiting room.

It’s a momentary surprise – you almost do a double take, but a smile lights your face and you ignore the receptionist in favour of racing towards him. 

“Shouta, I thought you weren’t coming!” Your arms wrap around his middle, squeezing tightly.

He finds himself returning your hug – albeit somewhat stiffly – but he’s glad he made the decision to come. The Doctor wasn’t wrong, you’re only in with her for just under twenty minutes, and when you come out there’s a tremble in your legs, but you seem otherwise fine.

It goes without saying that he’s driving you home, though you try once again to beg him off.

Kitten, when are you gonna learn that so long as you’re carrying his and ‘Zashi’s child, they’re going to go out of their way to make things easier for you – whether you want them to or not.

Yet your quiet discomfort on the drive home doesn’t slip past his attention. Maybe it’s because he’s become accustomed to your nervous rambling, but there’s something odd about the way you’re sitting so quietly, fingers twisting in your lap as you stare out the window. He knows that if Hizashi was here, he’d be chatting your ear off, but he’s never been one to fill silence with unnecessary small talk.

Though he can’t exactly help the way his own mind drifts. Are you in pain? The Doc didn’t say anything about there being any pain, only that you should rest over the next few days, so it shouldn’t be that. Perhaps you’re just lost in your thoughts – it’s strange for them having a surrogate, he can only imagine what’s going through your own head now that it’s actually begun. He hopes that you aren’t having second thoughts, almost opens his mouth to ask before thinking better of it.

You’re entitled to your thoughts and feelings, whatever they may be, and if you wanted to talk to him about them, you would. 

It’s not until the scenery outside starts to change and the fancy sky-scrapers give way to dingy apartment blocks and dilapidated buildings, crammed in together too tightly that he realises that it’s not discomfort that’s written across your face, but embarrassment.

This was your neighbourhood?

Shouta recognises it, and really he should have picked up on it earlier when you’d given him the address – he’s spent more than a few nights patrolling the area. It’s a hotspot, not for the high-class, dangerous villains plastered across the news every night, but thieves and murderers. Petty thugs who prey on the weak, those addicted, with nowhere else to go… you live here?

Surely with the money you’re getting from the agency, and your job on top of that, you can afford a better neighbourhood.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, watches as you all but shrink into your seat, and when you speak, your voice is little more than a whisper.

“You can just drop me off at the corner here.”

He pulls the car to a stop by the curb, and for a moment neither of you speak. He doesn’t know what to say, and judging from the way you’re nibbling on your bottom lip and glancing up at him, you don’t either. 

“I–”

“Thank you,” you cut him off with a tight smile. “For coming today, and for… this. I-I really do appreciate it.” 

The words aren’t quite sincere, but he only nods – noting the miniscule sigh that escapes your lips at the action. “Of course. Anytime you need us, just call, okay.” He waits for you to nod before continuing, “Do as the Doc said, rest.”

You all but scamper from the car after saying another goodbye, though Shouta waits until you’ve disappeared into the crumbling apartment block before driving off.

Maybe the inside is nicer, but he sincerely doubts it.

—

“You should’ve seen it, ‘Zashi.” The two of them are curled up on the love-seat, half empty containers of takeout littering the coffee table in front of them. “I just can’t figure out why she’d be living somewhere like that.” 

The blonde frowns. He’d been messaging you throughout the afternoon, so he knew that the appointment had gone fine. It wasn’t that he expected to come home and find the erasure Hero jumping for joy, but the subtle discontent on Shouta’s face had been enough to make him pause. 

“You’re worried about our ‘lil songbird?” he asks, pushing away just enough so that he could turn to study his face. 

The short nod says plenty. Of course he is – even if you weren’t potentially carrying his child, you’re young, beautiful and far too innocent for your own good. In places like that, you were easy pickings, and you don’t even have a Quirk to protect yourself. His job requires him to assess his students’ strengths, their failings and weaknesses and their progress. He doesn’t need to see you in action to know that you wouldn’t be able to hold your own in a fight. 

It bothers him. 

“She’s not safe there.”

Hizashi hums, but instead of settling back against his husband’s side, he straightens up further. “Well, why don’t we go take a look-see, huh handsome? Make sure our sweet thing’s pad’s all safe ‘n sound, put your mind at ease. Whaddya say?”

As he stares into those imploring green eyes, Shouta knows that he should say no. 

Concerned or not, there’s still a line, privacy that should be respected. He’s tired and this is the only night that they both have off this week. Your place is almost twenty minutes from theirs, and it’s already late – almost midnight. The list goes on, there are a thousand reasons that he should say no.

“Fine. Just for tonight.”

—

Two weeks later, the two Heroes receive a call from the agency; the blood test came back positive – you’re pregnant. 

In the blink of an eye, at least to Shouta, this becomes startlingly real. You’re pregnant. They’re going to have a baby. Boy, girl, it doesn’t matter… You’re pregnant, and as his husband ends the call and yanks him by his collar into a fierce kiss, he realises how important this is.

How important you are, just by the virtue of carrying their baby.

They invite you over for dinner to celebrate, and while he’s never been one to flaunt the comfortable lifestyle he and Hizashi have, he does find it strangely pleasing to watch you wonder wide eyed through their apartment. He’d be the first to admit it’s big – bigger than they’d ever probably need, though with the baby on the way maybe they’ll finally be able to make use of all that extra space.

Mic grabs you by the hand, eagerly dragging you towards the nursery he’s already begun setting up. “Once I heard the good news, I just couldn’t wait to get started! Our little rockstar’s gonna have the sweetest crib, don’tcha think? Ain’t it amazing?” 

He’s already started painting and there’s a wooden cot halfway assembled and the beginnings of a musical mobile pushed off to the side waiting for him to return to it. It’s hardly close to being finished, but you just grin, gazing at the mural he’s started on the walls. “It’s amazing,” you say.

“I knew ya’d like it!” he beams.

Shouta hangs back as Hizashi guides you through the rest of the apartment, chattering excitedly away. He likes seeing his husband happy, and somehow you manage to bring it out of him without even trying. It’s still early days but Shouta has to admit that already you’re more to him and Hizashi than he expected, or even anticipated. You fit well with them, seamlessly, as if you’d always been a part of their lives.

After dinner, they drive you home despite your protests, and Hizashi insists they walk you up to your apartment. You’re no doubt under the impression that they’re doing it to be gentlemanly, missing the shared looks between the two men as they pass the out of order elevator and tread down hallways with stained carpet and peeling wallpaper, ignoring the leering yellow eyes of your neighbour, peeking out from the crack in the doorway as they bid you goodnight, ‘Zashi squeezing you extra tight.

There’s an uncharacteristic hardness in his husband’s eyes as they both slip back into the car, “No way in hell are we lettin’ her stay here.”

On that at least, there’s no arguments from him.

—

Hizashi, unsurprisingly, is the one to bring it up.

The three of you are grabbing a bite to eat after your first ultrasound. This time, both of them had been insistent on being there, and he’s glad they were. Seeing that grainy image of their baby, hearing it’s heartbeat – strong and steady – had filled him with an emotion he’d never felt before.

It was happiness and excitement and wonder and awe all mixed up and wrapped into a gut punch that stole his breath away, and while Hizashi had burst into a loud fit of tears, burying his face in Shouta’s neck while reaching for your hand, he’d managed to keep his own at bay.

Mostly. 

Regardless, you have little choice but to indulge them when they drag you out to one of the blonde’s favourite restaurants – on the proviso that they had you home in time to get ready for work.

“Songbird, there’s something the two of us have been meanin’ to ask ya.”

You perk up a little, hastily swallowing down your mouthful of food so you can reply, “Oh?”

He wonders if you notice the way your hand already instinctively drifts to your stomach, your barely there baby bump. 

“Why’re ya livin’ in a place like that, sweetheart?” You freeze, the corners of your smile slipping, but Hizashi continues, “Ain’t the money from the agency enough? We know you’re working that other job as well… we just…”

Shouta can physically feel you tensing like a bunny caught in a trap, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to reach out, sliding a hand across the table as you pale, but you take it regardless. 

“Talk to us. Please,” he begs. “We just want to understand what’s going on. You have to realise that it’s not exactly a safe neighbourhood, and it’s not just you we have to worry about anymore.” Dark eyes flicker pointedly towards your stomach. 

It’s a dirty tactic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the truth. Did you realise how much danger you were truly in? Not just from the common street thugs – though frankly he thinks it’s nothing short of a miracle that you’d managed to get this far unscathed – but any number of villains with a grudge against either one of them, or Heroes in general. If they found out a pretty, quirkless thing like you was carrying their baby, how long do you think it would take before they tracked you down and kicked through your door?

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, and you swallow shakily. “I-it’s…” you break off, taking a deep, steadying breath, “It’s all I can afford right now.”

“But, hun, what about–”

“I know,” you say. “The money for the surrogacy isn’t for me. It’s money I owe.”

Neither Hero speaks a word as you talk, telling them about your uncle, the man who raised you, how his business went under a few years back and you both lost almost everything.

Shouta isn’t surprised to find out that your uncle turned to loan sharks when the banks turned him away and threatened to take your house. Alarmed at the man’s blatant stupidity, yes, but not surprised. Your eyes start to water when you tell them about how he died a few months back – a hit and run –  and the visit you were paid only a week later, informing you that your uncle’s debts were now yours, and payment had better come through quick. 

Your hand’s trembling in his by the time you finish. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t have any options, I didn’t know how else to get the money, and they said that i-if I didn’t pay up, they-they’d–” a sob catches you unawares, and once again it’s Hizashi who’s out of his seat and at your side in a heartbeat, sliding into the booth beside you, pulling you into a one armed embrace. 

It’s his eyes that you meet, and Shouta understands. He doesn’t need you to explain what threats were made. You were scared, terrified probably, and you had every right to be. 

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you sniffle. “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Really, he should be furious. Disappointed at the very least. 

“Move in with us,” he says instead, ignoring your sudden, startled intake of breath. “At least until the baby comes.”

He should be, but this works better.

—

It takes a little longer than he’d like to convince you, but the two of them wear you down and a few weeks later Shouta finds himself carting boxes of your things up into the spare room in their apartment.

Despite the fact that you’re pregnant with their baby, you’re terrified of being a burden to the two Heroes, but it’s because of the baby that you eventually relent.

They want to be close, involved. They want to know that you’re safe – and their apartment’s state of the art security system will make sure of that when they’re not home with you. They want to make sure that you’re not exerting yourself, that you’re eating the right things and not running yourself ragged at a job you don’t need, stressing yourself out needlessly and putting the baby at risk.

All of that’s true. 

It’s just not the entire reason. 

At first, he convinces himself that it’s for Hizashi, as well as his own peace of mind, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s the full truth of it. Because of course he wants to keep a close eye on the pregnancy – he knows that this can’t be easy on you. You have no family left, and if you have any friends then they’ve done an excellent job of keeping you at arm's length. 

You have nobody but them, and it does bring him some modicum of peace to know that you’re just down the hall if anything goes wrong. 

Hizashi adores having you there with them, having somebody else to cook for, somebody to come home to at the end of a long day. More than a few times, they’ve both returned from a night of patrolling to find you curled up on the couch, fast asleep with a blanket over your legs and a book slipping from your fingers, having tried, and failed, to wait up from them.

You tune into Mic’s radio show on the nights you can’t sleep, and on the odd mornings that you wake up before either of them, they come downstairs to find bacon sizzling away in the pan, a pot of coffee already brewing. There’s something oddly charming about the way you pout while you pour it for them, knowing you can’t have any yourself.

“You’re a special kind of masochist, ya know?” Hizashi teases, sidling up beside you to grab a cup.

You sigh dejectedly. “I must be,” you reply as he plants a kiss on your cheek and squeezes your side affectionately, but it’s impossible to miss the sparkle in your eyes. You’re happy here, with them. 

Shouta warns you from pushing yourself too much, but even he can notice the apartment’s tidier when they arrive home than when they left, the freshly baked goods sitting on the countertop that weren’t there yesterday.

“I just… I know I can’t pay you back for all of this, I just wanna make myself useful,” you tell him one night when he asks about it. “I still feel like I’m taking advantage of the both of you, staying here…”

“You’re carrying our baby, that’s enough,” he reminds you, his calm, steady voice brooking no disagreement. And yet, as dark eyes study your face, he can tell that it’s not enough for you, so he sighs, and in a quiet voice adds, “We like having you here.”

He likes having you there. Sitting at the dining room table, helping him grade papers, lounging around on their rare days off together – helping Mic set up the nursery, volunteering to go shopping with them for baby stuff. He’s lost count of how many pregnancy books you’ve bought, pouring over them with a fine tooth comb late at night – often falling asleep in the process, leaving him and Hizashi to carry you off to bed with a barely there kiss to your forehead.

You fit between them in a way he hadn’t quite expected. Not a burden, not an interloper, but as if there was always a place carved out for you with them, and it’s only now that they realise that there was something missing to begin with. 

It doesn’t quite click until he finds his thoughts drifting towards you at work, his fingers drumming along the top of his desk so he can stop himself from reaching for his phone. He’s not usually so distracted teaching, and as the hours drag he finds himself glancing towards the clock on the wall, counting down the hours, minutes, until the day is done and they can return home to you.

Shouta can’t pretend for much longer that there isn’t something oddly satisfying watching your belly grow and your breasts swell as your pregnancy goes on. You’re glowing, and soft and beautiful, and he could kid himself and say that it’s just the normal effects of pregnancy, but there’s some part of him that’s strangely proud when your shirt rides up and he catches a glimpse of your baby bump – knowing it’s his child you’re carrying. His and ‘Zashi’s and yours.

And oh, he wishes that it was only pride that burns through his veins at the sight of you, barefoot and pregnant, pottering around the apartment. Hizashi’s the one to hold back your hair and rub your back soothingly when your morning sickness hits, but it’s Shouta who takes care of you when you start complaining about aching muscles and joints.

He tells himself that it’s purely about comfort, namely yours, ignoring the way you flush and stutter when he drags you up the stairs and pushes you gently towards the bed, telling you to lie down on your side. 

It’s just a massage, yet the moment his fingers run along your soft skin and a breathy moan slips from parted lips, the very last vestiges of the facade he’d built up in his head crumble into dust. 

You’re perfection. Bared and beautiful beneath him, making the prettiest noises for him as he works away at your muscles, expertly releasing all of your tension. He’s glad that your eyes are shut and you’re lost to the bliss, you don’t notice the way his breath hitches and becomes rough and heavy, the way his cock twitches in his sweats, blood flowing south as you arc into his touch. 

Such a responsive little thing, aren’t you?

“You’re amazing,” you moan, and though you can’t see that either, Shouta smirks. “Please never stop.”

It’s a good thing he has restraint, because it’s taking absolutely all of his to stop himself from taking more. 

He wants all of you. 

Wants to tease and taste.

Take.

Wants to hear those pretty fucking moans take the shape of his name… Hizashi’s name.

And maybe he might have felt guilty for those perverse thoughts, for the way he wants to tear the rest of your clothes off and fuck you nice and proper, breed you–

If his husband hadn't been standing by the door, watching the two of you for the last ten minutes. Shouta doesn’t need to look to know that it’s not anger or jealousy burning in his gaze.

He knows that his husband’s far from disgusted, knows it from the way Hizashi grabs his wrist on his way back down the hallway, pulling him instead to their bedroom and shoving him back onto the mattress with a wicked grin.

There’s something positively feral in the blonde’s expression as he hovers over him, forcing Shouta back down with a hand splayed across his chest, the other reaching down to his sweats to free his aching, needy cock.

“You’ve been holding out on me, baby,” he sings.

—

They have time.

Your due date is still months away, and you’re comfortable, here with them. 

There’s no reason for you to consider leaving until the baby’s born, and Shouta is adamant about keeping it that way. Hizashi can huff and puff and moan all he likes, he knows that they have to take this thing with you slowly. He won’t risk spooking you and losing any chance they have.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t empathise with the blonde, what with all the affectionate hugs and touches you thoughtlessly bestow, the way you’ll plonk yourself down on the couch between them so they can feel when the baby’s kicking.

Hizashi’s gotten to the stage where he’ll drop to his knees to shower your stomach in kisses when he gets home of an evening before sweeping you up into a hug of your own, his face a mask of perfect innocence when he catches sight of his husband’s less than impressed expression over your shoulder. 

Having you here with them, this little temporary faux family dynamic the three of you have found yourselves in is easy, domestic and nice. It should be enough, but it’s not.

“It’ll be weird, going home after this,” you hum absentmindedly one night.

Preoccupied with the noodles you’re toying with in your bowl, you miss the sharp look shared between both men.

“Whaddya mean, sweetheart?”

If you notice the odd stiffness to the words, you pay it no mind, simply shrugging. “I mean once the baby’s born. I dunno, I think I’ve become too comfortable here freeloading off of the two of you…” you glance up, smiling a little. “Going back to work and finding a place on my own again, starting fresh, it’ll be different, that’s all. Not bad different,” you hasten to clarify at the blonde’s nearly stricken face, “just… different.”

“Well it’s not like we’re gonna be forcing ya out, hun! You’re always welcome to jam with us for as long as you want.”

You shake your head with a rueful little laugh, “We both know I can’t do that. You’ll have the baby to worry about and the last thing I want is to feel like some awkward interloper, always getting in the way – especially after everything you guys have done for me.”

Hizashi’s fingers dig into the meat of his thigh, tightening with every word out of your mouth.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m not saying I’m never going to come around to hang out or anything, but once this baby comes I’m gonna have to figure out what I’m going to do with my life.” Your eyes meet his, wide and hopeful, and Shouta’s reminded once again of just how young you really are. “I can go anywhere, do anything. It’s kind of exciting, don't you think?”

It was a mistake, to think that you’d come around to them on your own. 

You were young and naive, still living out a rose tinted fantasy where the world was your oyster and all you needed to do was reach out and take it. And maybe he’s partially to blame for that, taking your problems and getting rid of them, making you feel safe and comfortable, not realising that that security didn’t extend outside of these four walls, outside of their protection.

They need you, but kitten did you ever stop to think that you need them, too? 

Shouta had made the mistake of forgetting how this all came to be – you hadn’t wanted a family, you were just trying to save your own skin. You still think that you can make it on your own, without them. 

He supposes he shouldn’t blame you for your misplaced idealism, it’s only natural after all. Some people just don’t know what’s best for them.

They need to be shown.

—

You don’t stir as your bedroom door swings open. 

Not as Hizashi pulls back your sheets, groaning softly at the sight of your swollen breasts and precious baby bump, stretching against the confines of your silk pajamas. “Ain’t she a fuckin’ dream, Shou?”

Not as the blonde busies himself in carefully sliding your sleep shorts down your legs, or even as Aizawa gathers up your wrists, pressing a kiss to each one, and binds them to the headboard with his capture weapon.

“Gentle, ‘Zashi,” he murmurs when the blonde crawls up on the bed beside you. “Nothing too rough.”

You wake as long fingers caress your cheek, tilting your face towards him so he can kiss you properly.

Shouta hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but bathed under the soft glow of moonlight from your window, he watches your eyes flutter open, the momentary confusion that flashes across your face followed by realisation, horror, as you try to jerk back and cry out–

Only Hizashi doesn’t give you the opportunity, winding his hand through your tresses and anchoring you against him, forcing your lips open so that he can deepen the kiss and groaning appreciatively when a terrified whimper escapes you. 

You still haven’t noticed Shouta kneeling on the bed between your legs, too preoccupied by Hizashi’s tongue sliding against yours. “Relax, kitten,” he says, laying his palm on your thigh, letting his thumb glide over the smooth skin.

“Let us take care of our cute ‘lil baby mama, yeah songbird?” Hizashi adds, breaking away from the kiss with a lovesick grin.

Tonight is solely about you. Your pleasure, whether they have to tease it from you willingly or not.

Your tears are kissed away, your broken little pleas swallowed under ‘Zashi’s greedy lips as Shouta shuffles down the bed, nudging your thighs further apart so he can lie between them.

The keening cry that leaves you at the first stroke of his tongue against your warm sex is a thing of beauty.

Blood rushes to his cock as you writhe, and he tightens his grip as much as he dares to keep you locked in place as he delves in again. There’s little finesse to the way that Shouta eats your pussy – it’s a simple study of reactions; the way you gasp and shudder when the tip of his tongue circles your clit, the way your pussy clench and quiver around the muscle when he eases it inside of you, massaging your spongy walls.

Never one to be left out, Hizashi decides that there’s a better use of his attention than just your lips. With your arms bound, he’s not able to take your top off entirely so he settles with yanking it down, freeing your breasts.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty. Look atcha!”

Your tits must be tender and aching, because the moment Hizashi’s mouth envelops one of your nipples, sucking at the pert nub, a fresh sob bursts from your lungs and you’re trying desperately to wriggle away.

Hizashi just frowns, breaking away for a second to brush a stray lock of hair back behind your ear, “Ah shit, sorry babe! I’ll be gentle, promise.”

Shouta’s far too preoccupied by the intoxicating taste of your sweet cunt to notice whether he actually does or not, but he trusts him not to push you too far. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

Your baby bump is cute and all, but Shouta wishes that it wasn’t blocking his view of your face – he wants to watch every little expression as he slides two thick fingers into your dripping cunt and your hips buck up to meet him. It’s a twisted kind of pride he feels, pride fused with filthy, maddening pleasure as he pulls a string of choked moans from you with just a few shallow thrusts of his fingers.

His jaw’s slicked with your juices, your cunt sucking his fingers deeper when he turns his attention back to your poor, neglected clit. He can tell that you’re close, not just from the needy whimpers and the way your muscles are tensing beneath him, but the desperate canting of your hips, rocking up against his face even as you beg for relief.

“Shouta, Shouta, please– oh god, please stop, p-please!”

He longs to wrap a fist around his throbbing cock, desperate to help relieve the burning ache deep in his gut as you cum for the first time on his tongue. Or better yet, maybe have Hizashi wrap that perfect mouth of his around his cock and suck him off–

But now’s not the time for him to be greedy. 

Rough fingertips prod at your walls, searching for that hidden little spot that’s gonna make you go wild–

You almost convulse when he finds it, and Shouta can’t help but smirk against your cunt as you tighten and quiver around his digits. With Hizashi playing with your tits, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, Shouta’s lips wrapped around your clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive pearl as he suckles on it and long, thick fingers driving you to madness with each and every stroke, it’s too much for your poor, pregnant, oversensitive body to handle.

You cum with a strangled shriek, and Shouta almost moans at the flood of juices that gush from your trembling cunt onto his waiting tongue. 

“How’s she taste, baby?” Hizashi asks, green eyes blown wide, his own erection straining against his leather pants. 

Shouta doesn’t waste a beat, pushing himself up with one arm and grabbing his husband’s wrist with the other, yanking him into a fierce kiss – letting him taste your honeyed juices on his tongue.

Fingers tangle in dark locks, tugging him closer, and ‘Zashi lets out a low, throaty groan. It’s rough and eager, a slow burning frenzy that makes the blood in his veins sing with excitement. With their lips still locked, the blonde hastily yanks at the zipper on his pants, freeing the painfully hard member with a tight hiss. 

But when he finally does break for air, it’s not Shouta that he addresses, but you, lying spent, crying and breathless between them, beautiful in your fucked out state.

“You can’t expect to put on a show like that and not get me all worked up, sweet thing,” he coos, taking his flushed, throbbing cock in hand and giving it a few slow, cursory pumps. “I’m gonna fuck ya so good, baby – have you singin’ like a little birdie for me,” his eyes meet Shouta’s, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “Nothin’ but the best for our cute ‘lil wife. Whaddya say, songbird? Lemme make you feel all nice and special, yeah?”

[littlespace-imagines]

Hello, I just found your Chucky and Tiffany x little reader fics on here and I’m OBSESSED, there aren’t a lot of these as far as I know. I was wondering if you can do one where little reader (toddler age like 3, uses sippy and paci) is feeling upset because of stress and is in need of some comfort from her caregivers?

Thank you so much! I actually have a separate blog for slasher stuff and then

Pairing: Daddy!Chucky x little!reader x Mommy!Tiffany

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, Littlespace, regression, Cg/L dynamics, mentions of cartoon character death (nondescriptive), and reader being anxious

**All parties are over 18+ and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

You sat on the floor, paci in your mouth playing with one of your favorite stuffed animals, both of your caregivers were busy in the other room. Tiffany was cooking and Chucky was complaining/attempting to help clean the kitchen but not trying very hard. You were small and sitting in the living room so you didn't get in the way.

You crawled over to the TV and flipped it on wanting to watch cartoons to fight off the feeling of loneliness that had started to nag in your mind. You flipped through the channels trying to find any cartoon you can before landing on a seemingly innocent cartoon with a bunch of cute animals in it. You immediately got sucked in and was really enjoying it until one of the characters got killed in a particularly brutal way causing you to cry and run into the kitchen.

“Awe, Lovebug, what happened?” your mommy asked coming over to wipe your tears as Chucky turned to you with interest and waiting on an answer. You blurted out the best summary you could of the incident that had taken place.

“It's fine, I'll go find the real cartoons and we’ll watch tv while we eat dinner,” Chucky says as he walks out of the kitchen and into the living room while Tiffany soothes you and gives you a cookie.

“C’mon Baby, pick out which sippy you're like for dinner!” Tiff asks as you begin to calm down.

[patt-writes-stuff]

Beach Days with The Genshin Characters!

Wc: 1.7k+

Type: Headcanons

CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe people being creeps? (None of the chars or you tho it’s very brief)

A/N: HI IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! These were supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited. If you by any chance wanna see some for your fav character lmk! I know it says request are closed in my bio but since it’s just hcs it’s a lot less (and I really enjoyed writing these so ajdhdhdk)

🔥Diluc:

This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.

Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.

He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.

So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.

He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.

Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.

He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.

If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.

He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.

If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.

Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.

If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.

All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.

🖌Albedo:

You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.

You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.

Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.

It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.

Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭

I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)

He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)

Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.

He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)

If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰

At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)

At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)

All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)

🦋Xiao:

I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.

He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.

However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)

Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍‍♂️ahdgshjsjd

Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.

I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.

He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)

As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.

Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.

I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.

He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.

Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.

All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.

💎Ningguang:

OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH

She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.

She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.

She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)

The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!

Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3

If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.

Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.

If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.

The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.

If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.

All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)

🍃Venti:

BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!

Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll ever conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?

No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).

He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.

HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!

He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.

If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.

If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…

At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.

I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.

[tklpilled]

to be alone (with you)

summary: jesper likes making his friends laugh.

a/n: i didn’t really think about where or when this takes place. it’s up to interpretation but just know all the crows are happy and fine here.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“No,” says Kaz as soon as Jesper enters the room.

“You don’t even know what I’m here for!” Jesper complains.

Kaz snorts. “Well, I’ve got a good idea. Don’t think I haven’t seen you the past few days.”

Jesper knows what he’s referring to. He’d been feeling particularly mischievous lately; pinching Wylan’s sides to make him yelp, poking at Nina when she stretches her arms up, accidentally brushing Inej’s neck in passing. He’d even managed to get some laughs out of Matthias. It had been incredibly satisfying to see the man crumble at only a few fingers.

Kaz had managed to stay out of all of it, save for a few eye rolls and some head shakes with poorly hidden fondness. At first, Jesper was a little scared at the thought of bringing him into it, but then he figured that Kaz has put up with much more of his bullshit than this.

Jesper decides to play dumb. “No clue what you’re talking about,” he says, although he knows it’s not convincing. He doesn’t mean for it to be.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

Jesper takes a step forward, and Kaz steps back until he’s against the wall. Still, he looks perfectly calm. “I’ll kill you.”

“You are ticklish, then. If you weren’t, you’d have told me it’s useless to try.”

“I will.”

“Do it then,” Jesper shrugs, “if you really don’t want me to.” He knows Kaz has issues with touch, and he’s not uncaring (or foolish) enough to make him upset on purpose.

Kaz stays quiet, though, and Jesper takes it as an invitation.

He steps closer. Kaz, refusing to meet his eyes, doesn’t try to move away.

Jesper makes sure to be gentle. His fingers dance up and down Kaz’s ribs, lightly digging into the spaces in between. The fabric on his clothes is a bit thick, but Kaz only manages to keep a straight face for maybe five seconds. His lips quirk into a smile that he’s clearly trying to hide, and it’s not long before he starts laughing, too. His laughter is low and raspy, like his voice, but it sounds more giggly than he was expecting. Jesper is tempted to call it cute, but he’s certain Kaz would protest that description.

Kaz has one hand covering his mouth, the other gripping onto his cane to keep his balance. He’s clearly embarrassed, which Jesper finds greatly amusing.

“I didn’t expect you to break so easily,” he teases, trailing a couple fingers around to Kaz’s back and enjoying the way his laugh grows more frantic. “Most infamous person in Ketterdam, and you’re this ticklish.”

“Jesper!” Kaz hisses, his face red, although whether it’s from laughing or an actual blush is unclear. Jesper decides to go with the latter. For bragging rights.

He gently scratches at the back of Kaz’s ribcage, causing him to arch forward. “You should really start working on this. What if the wrong person found out how easy it is to defeat you?”

“I’m still very muhuch capable of huhurting you!” Kaz argues with a glare, but it’s softened by his smile. Jesper knows it’s true, but he also knows that he wouldn’t have been able to even get this close if Kaz really wanted to stop him.

He moves downwards, dragging his fingers over Kaz’s sides and making him squirm. As soon as he reaches his hips, Kaz grabs both of Jesper’s wrists with one hand, the other still holding onto his cane.

“Th- thahat’s enough,” he says. He slides down the wall to sit on the floor, stretching his bad leg out as he always does.  Jesper sits next to him, watching his shoulders shake with residual giggling.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone about this,” Kaz growls.

“Not even Inej? I mean, she knows all your secrets, it’s only fair—”

“Don’t!” It’s surprising how Kaz blushes almost as easily as Wylan does. It’s not as obvious, but with skin as pale as his, it’s still quite noticeable. Jesper is definitely going to remember that.

His train of thought ends when Kaz suddenly reaches over to tickle him instead. He jumps, bursting into laughter instantly.

“Wahait, we can tahalk about thihis!” he whines, not moving away at all.

Once again, Kaz tries to hide a smile. Once again, he fails. “Too late for that.”

Jesper bats at the hand currently squeezing his side. “Thihis isn’t fahair!”

“Should have thought about that beforehand.” Kaz sounds smug. “You didn’t really think I wouldn’t get you back?”

Jesper doesn’t reply, so in response, Kaz starts prodding at his ribs. Jesper twists to the side, but Kaz just follows him.

“Can’t handle what you dish out, hm?” he says with a hint of a teasing tone.

Jesper brings his knees up to his chest, curling up into a ball. “Yohou’re terrible.” He swears he can hear Kaz laugh quietly as he retracts his arm.

They sit for a minute before Kaz nudges him with his foot. “If that’s all you came here for, you can go bother someone else now.”

“I think I want to bother you a little longer, actually.”

Kaz sighs, but lets him stay.

[kohakuarisaka]

Untamed (chapter 3 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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"Baby," a voice cooed at you while hands gently shook your shoulders, stirring you from sleep.

"Come on. Get up. The sun's gonna be rising soon," he continued, speaking to you softly.

You groaned like a wounded animal and tried to resist the pull to consciousness, hoping you could slip back away and he would cease this assault.

Of course, that didn't happen, and the murmuring and shaking didn't come to an end. You found yourself turning around and groggily taking in the sight of Hawks. He already looked wide awake, gold eyes beaming, skin glowing, handsome face as immaculate as ever.

It made you want to punch him.

"Get up," he said, more so telling than asking, albeit politely.

He had warned you last night that he intended to wake you early; but, that didn't stop you from groaning tiredly, rolling over, as if in protest, before complying with his request, removing the blanket slowly, afraid to expose yourself to the cold.

He had stoked the fireplace before waking you; that much was clear, seeing as it wasn't blistering cold when you wiggled out of bed. It was chilly, of course, but not enough to leave you trembling helplessly.

You realized that Hawks had already dressed himself, boots thumping quietly on the floor as he stepped around the bed. He had slipped on a grey T-shirt, and didn't seem to be feeling cold at all, judging by the lax way he rolled his shoulders, wings jutting out from his back gracefully.

He gave you a sideways glance, an almost untrusting look written across his face.

"I'm getting up!" you hissed at him.

Hawks wasn't expecting that sudden outburst and flinched a little, eyes widening slightly and feathers shuddering behind him. It was a comical sight, if you were being honest. It wasn't like him to be so high strung.

Before you could assume you had upset him, Hawks blew raspberries and turned away, heading for the stairs.

When he walked away, you most certainly did not admire the way his cargo pants hugged his ass, nor the way his shirt was pulled tight across the plains of his muscular back, nor how his crimson feathers looked so beautiful draped behind him.

Hawks didn't laugh when you met him downstairs; but, he sure looked like he wanted to. Here he was wearing some loose, comfortable clothes like it hadn't snowed all night, while you were dressed up in thick pants and a heavy coat with multiple layers underneath, ready to weather the elements.

As soon as you stepped downstairs, you were hit with the familiar smell of coffee lofting about the cabin. You recognized the aroma as his favorite, the one he stockpiled at the agency, that was almost always coming from his office.

He had taken the time to pour you some, as well, evident by the mug he was trying to hand to you with a suspiciously innocent look on his face.

"Seriously?" you laughed when you eyed the receptacle he was offering.

It was his merch, clearly. The mug was black with sparkly gold trim, the pattern matching the chest on his jumpsuit . It was covered in comic book style quotation marks containing, what you were guessing, was supposed to be his quotes.

Hawks watched you admire the cup, looking a little too smug for his own good, and returned to sipping from the very plain mug in his other hand.

"Do you really say these things?" you laughed, not expecting an answer because there was no way such nonsense flew from his mouth in the middle of a fight.

"Aheh. 'I am speed'," you read aloud with a scoff. "More like, 'I do speed'," you teased with a grin, catching the way he almost choked on his coffee, shoulders trembling with laughter.

"Who the hell approved these?" you added on.

"The hero commission, I think," Hawks replied, shrugging his shoulders a little.

The coffee, of course, tasted great. He bought the expensive, high-class stuff, after all. Hawks was the only person you knew who could sleep in the dirt with his visor skewed across his face, without a complaint to be had, but refused to drink anything but imported, specially grown coffee beans.

He was ushering you out the door the second you were finished with your coffee, pushing you out into the snowy forestscape, hands grabby and wings fluttering anxiously.

Before you could shudder and complain about the cold, Hawks scooped you up into his arms, kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, and took to the sky.

You couldn't believe he was out here without a jacket on. Your fully covered arms clung to him for dear life, shivering and trembling in the cold. He wasn't flying particularly fast; but, the winds felt punishing, ice cold biting at your cheeks and seeping in through your clothes.

You were too cold to really appreciate the beauty of the forest covered in freshly poured snow. The glistening, white peaks sparkled like something out of a fairytale in the dimly lit morning light.

"Come on, babe," Hawks cooed, turning his head to blow hot air right on your ear.

Well, no wonder he wasn't cold. It seemed to make sense to you, then, why he went into his rut during these times of the year. He was generating enough heat to be a transportable furnace.

"If you keep clinging to me like that, you're gonna miss the view," Hawks uttered, so close that his lips moved against your skin as he spoke.

You peeled back from him, away from the warmth you were desperately trying to steal. He hadn't stopped flying yet, but slowed down a bit.

"O-oh..." you whispered, taking in the snowy wilderness.

A few miles past the cabin's backyard was a cliff that dipped down into rolling mountains. He had flown overhead, granting a wonderful view of the many acres of untouched wilderness, towering trees and lush forest landscape over rolling hills and mountains.

But, Hawks hadn't dragged you out here at the crack of dawn just to see the snowy landscape. He wanted you out here right at sunrise for a very specific reason.

He had made it just in time for the sun to peak out from the horizon line, like a giant glimpsing through the trees on the mountain top.

The sun was shining a mystical light across the mountains. The overcast clouds were dark purple gliding across crystal clear, blue skies. Rays of red sunlight glided through the trees while gold laid out across the piles of snow like a glistening blanket.

"See?" Hawks murmured, his flight coming to a halt.

He hovered, fairly high up, wings flapping gently, arms still wound tight around you, holding you close. There was a gentle breeze brushing through his hair, causing the feathery strands to tickle at your cheeks.

While you were looking at the landscape in awe, he was staring at you. The sunlight lit up your face and reflected heavily on your eyes, making them glow like crystal orbs. You had finally stopped shivering, too in awe at the sight to notice the chilling bite of the wind.

He didn't say it aloud; but, the most beautiful thing in the sunrise was you.

He liked to tell himself that the rut was making him mushy, emotional. Surely, powerful pro-hero Hawks couldn't be this soft? But, he knew his rut was only amplifying what he already felt so strongly.

His rut made him less inhibited, surfaced darker, feral desires that lay in waiting under layers of discipline he had spent most of his life building.

Even without his rut, you had a power over him he couldn't deny, the power to break him, to peel back the masks he wore, to melt away his self-control, until he was reduced to a desperate animal.

Oh, but the beauty of it all was that you loved that side of him. You had proved to him that you loved every side of him, even the parts that he tried so desperately hard to ensure would never see the light of day.

Even if he could blame his desires on his mutation, that didn't change that he was an assassin, for heroes, yes, but a murderer none the less.

You-

-you knew that, and yet, still, those soft hands held him as if he was untainted. You purred beneath his touch as if those weren't the same hands he had used to kill.

"Keigo?" you hummed.

Just like that, there you were again, freeing him from the torment of his own mind, a lifeline to free him from drowning in the ocean.

"Thank you for this," you uttered, turning your head to look at him.

God, he was beautiful. His gold irises were amplified by the sunlight, like shiny coins in a wishing well, taking in the sight of you shamelessly.

The bird-like curve of his eyelids already gave him a mystical appearance, now further illuminated by the rays of light shining down from above. The wind was blowing, tossing his already frazzled hair in a senseless dance.

The bright red plumes that made up the shape of his wings looked like something out of a dream. In the sunlight, the feathers glowed magnificent crimson, glowing in sharp contrast to the pale white, wintery landscape.

Your hands, that had been gripping his shoulders during the flight, wove up the back of his neck, fingertips touching the trimmed hairs there. You felt his hands tighten where they were holding you, his arms weaving tighter, as if he could get you closer.

"Do you like it here?" Hawks uttered softly.

His tone concerned you a little, as if he was sincerely worried that you were a prisoner here.

You smiled, replying, "it's the first time we've gotten to truly be alone. I'm enjoying myself more than you think."

His gaze softened at your words. A couple of your fingers played with the soft, short hairs at the top of his neck. He felt unbearably warm there, skin slightly damp with sweat. It was startling, considering how cold it was outside.

You felt the soft brush of his lips and let your eyes flutter shut. He was slow, careful, like he was tasting something new and delicious for the first time.

When he pulled back and tilted his head, you felt the faintest drag of his chin across your cheek, felt the fine hairs of his beard tickle your skin.

He hadn't shaved in a couple weeks, leaving you to see him in a mess than most didn't get the honor of. The normally neatly trimmed hairs he shaved down to a fine patch on his chin were now covering most of his jawline, the same beautiful, pale blonde as the hair on his head.

Tantalized, you leaned in, nuzzling your cheek against his jaw, before tilting your head back and feeling the drag of his soft beard against your skin. It felt good, maybe a little too good, and you failed to suppress a quiet gasp.

When you had pulled back far enough to catch his gaze, you immediately realized his eyes had changed. The calm was gone; now, something akin to a storm was brewing underneath.

It was a look you were very familiar with.

He let out a low exhale, as if he had been holding his breath. Your name fell from his lips, low and sultry, a warning, or a curse, and it made you shudder.

Hawks tilted back suddenly and started a sharp decent downward. Having flown together many times, you weren't afraid. The arms around his shoulders tightened and you let out a soft gasp, but more so out of surprise than fear.

His wings fanned out and took him sharply soaring through the trees at a speed much faster than he had brought you here. His grip on you was almost painfully tight, as if his fingers were trying to dig past the fabric of your clothes to get to your skin.

Excitement made you forget about the biting cold, the forest around you distorted almost violently. Suddenly, the cabin door was creaking and then being slammed shut. You hadn't even seen the cabin come into view. Everything felt like a daze.

He flew up to the loft and dropped you unceremoniously at the edge of the bed. The tumble had resulted in you facing away from him; but, you could feel his eyes burning through you.

"Take off your clothes," Hawks commanded, his voice oddly polite despite the nature of his request.

Just as soon as you started working your jacket off, he was kneeling to pull at the laces on your boots. He was strangely gentle when he pulled your shoes off, less so when he tossed them aside. As you worked your shirt off, he pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, leaving you mostly bare and cold.

You rotated around and leaned up on your elbows, catching his cold stare, indicating that you were not done yet. You peeled your socks off, feeling a rush of excitement at the look he was giving you.

Hawks usually wore a kind, harmless face, not that it was unnatural, for he truly was a good person. However, most could easily forget or be blind to how powerful he was.

Now, in his gold eyes, that was what you saw, the reality that he could take whatever he wanted, when he wanted. You didn't have to be reminded, for every sparring and training session did just that: you couldn't best him if your life depended on it.

Still, Hawks wasn't that kind of person. He was the kind of loved, often times so passionately that you feared you couldn't keep up.

Even now, when his hands took hold of your waist, his body language dominating, wings spread wide behind him, you felt loved.

An amused sound, like a hum, rumbled out of his chest as he carefully maneuvered you around.

You were compliant, letting him roll you around and push your chest down into the bed. The hand on your back was gentle, but commanding, fingers splayed wide in the space between your shoulder blades.

Instead of nudging your thighs with his hands, a boot-clad toe poked between your ankles, commanding you to spread your legs, which you did with a low moan. You leaned up on your toes, presenting to him like an animal.

The sight threatened to send him into a spiral, and you felt his clothed body fall over you, pushing you down into the bed.

His wings flapped once, sending a sharp gust of wind spiraling around the room. There was a painfully obvious contrast between the soft texture of his shirt and the rough texture of his pants.

He made it very clear, with a roll of his hips, that he was ready to take you. The feeling of his clothed erection against your sex, combined with the knowledge that he could just slip right in without preamble, had you mewling.

"You like this," Hawks observed, the words like thunder as they rolled off his tongue.

He retreated, suddenly reeling back and standing behind you, warmth leaving along with him.

"You like when I just take?" he asked, accentuating 'take' with a smack to the back of your thigh. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it did manage to startle a yelp out of you.

"Yeah," he uttered lowly, agreeing with his own observations. "You like being Hawks' little plaything," he continued, almost purring the words.

Your delirious brain didn't really know what to expect next. When you heard a thump, you had no idea what to make of it, until you felt breath on your skin and realized that was the sound of Hawks' falling onto his knees behind you.

He didn't waste any time diving in, lapping a heavy tongue across your slit, from top to bottom. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you still while his tongue breached your entrance.

If his enthusiasm and lack of grace wasn't enough, the rumbling sound he made was enough to make it obvious he liked it.

You couldn't fathom that your taste could possibly be that good; however, you didn't dare comment, especially not when he was doing things with his tongue that shouldn't be humanly possible.

A rough smack to your behind startled you from a delirious daze of pleasure. You yelped quietly, but otherwise remained compliant. When he smacked you again, this time growling faintly into your sex, it was clear he wanted something that you weren't delivering; but, you didn't know what.

"K-Keigo, what-" you whined, breaking off into a howl when he smacked you again.

Normally, such a touch would have you instinctively shriveling away; however, his grip on you was tight, and it kept you still.

Hawks smacked you again, you helplessly cried out, again, and the sound faded into moans that you couldn't possibly contain with what he was doing. You started to wonder, when another smack was delivered, if he was just doing that for his own amusement.

Eventually, he stopped and leaned back, rising to his feet. His hand slid over yours, large palm practically swallowing yours, and guided it back to your sex. You rotated a little, angling your body to follow his movement.

"Feel that," he gently commanded. "How wet and warm you are for me."

You heard the floorboard creak as he leaned back, clearly to get a good view. You did as he requested, immediately driving two fingers into yourself. Sure enough, you were slippery, walls compliant and squishy, and unbelievably warm inside.

Being ready for him with little provocation wasn't exactly a new thing. You were both very busy heroes and keeping your relationship on the downlow. That meant quickies more often than proper time together.

Yet, Hawks sounded immensely pleased; with himself or with you, you couldn't quite tell.

He returned to the floor, hand brushing your knuckles to push your fingers in as deep as they could go.

"Keigo, what are you-" you began, cutting off when his tongue returned to your heat, right alongside your fingers.

"Finger yourself," he told you, sounding oddly blissful despite the fact that you hadn't touched him at all. His cock was still trapped inside his pants, throbbing against the rough material.

You complied with his request, lacking in any grace or proper friction considering the awkward angle. However, Hawks groaned in approval at the view before leaning back in.

His tongue dipped in right alongside your digits. Immediately, he forced the pace and you were desperate to try and keep up, fingers squelching in and out of your core alongside the slobbery mess of his tongue.

Your fingers couldn't compare, lacking in the length, thickness and dexterity of his digits. But, it seemed that Hawks was less focused on getting you off and more focused on playing with you; or, maybe, you had severely underestimated what the taste of your essence was doing to him.

At some point, he pulled back, grabbed your wrist to remove your fingers from your core, and sucked them into his own mouth. You weren't expecting the teeth, and let out a low hiss when his fangs threatened to pierce the skin, holding you firmly in place while his tongue sucked your fingers clean.

He didn't release your hand when he was done. You heard the floorboards creak as he stood up, felt him tug your hand down, until your knuckles brushed his clothed cock.

"You want that?" Hawks breathed.

His free hand gently spread over the space between your shoulder blades, pushing you down before you could dare think to lean up. Your cheek was resting against the sheets, hair spewed about in a mess. His hand wandered, pushing hair out of the way until your neck and shoulders were properly exposed.

From where you laid on the bed, you couldn't make out the sight of him; but, you could see one of his wings, stretched out, looming predatorily.

"Yes," you replied hoarsely.

His hand glided over the prominent bump where your first vertebrae jutted from the top of your spine, and lowered, setting between your shoulder blades once more, where he held you still.

"Then, take it," Hawks uttered, his other hand releasing your wrist.

You let out a low hiss, wanting to curse him for making such a ridiculous request. You couldn't see his face; but, you sure as hell could feel the smirk he was wearing as he stared at you, watching your handle fumble with his belt.

You doubted it was mercy; but, Hawks leaned in closer, the tops of his thighs sliding over the backs of yours, making it a little easier to undo his belt buckle.

The button on his pants followed, but not with ease, before you tugged his zipper down. You couldn't tug his pants down like this, leaving you to fumble around with his boxers, trying to fish his cock out.

"Keigo, you fucking ass-" you growled, not bothering to hide your frustration.

Hawks laughed softly, sounding a little more out of it than he did amused. "'m sorry," he cooed. "-like seein' you struggle."

The slur in his voice should have given it away, his patience had depleted; however, it still surprised you when he suddenly swatted your hand away. He hooked his thumb on the hem of his boxers and pulled them down just enough for his cock to bob free.

You felt the smooth tip nudge at your entrance, the faintest warning, before he pushed forward and entered your moist heat.

"Ohhhh fuck," Hawks howled.

He gave you no time to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion, immediately pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you.

One hand pinned your torso, while his thighs pinned your legs, and his other hand gripped your hip for leverage. You shifted your feet, trying to lift up on your toes to better the angle, and bumped against his boots.

He was still fully clothed; and, really, that shouldn't have mattered so much. After all, how many times had he freed his cock from his jumpsuit to take you quick and hard before tucking it back in and immediately looking as if nothing nefarious had occurred. Yet, still, the realization had you feeling dizzy.

Before you could nudge a hand between your thighs, something beat you to it. You recognized that bizarre texture. It was soft, sure, but a tad bit pricklier than a normal feather, with an unnatural, firm touch. The little heathen knew exactly how you liked to be touched there, too.

The wet, lewd noises of your union, skin slapping together, was drowned out by the litany of moans pouring from his mouth. If he wasn't crying out in ecstasy, he was huffing and puffing like he had just ran a marathon.

If you were being honest, he was being just a little too rough, a little too fast, offering you no reprieve. You didn't doubt that he would stop if you asked him to; but, you sure as hell didn't want him to. The intensity of it all had you on a plain of existence you rarely got to experience, where pleasure became blinding and mind-numbing.

His hand slid off your back and onto the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets as he set a brutal pace, the kind that threatened to unravel your sanity.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good," he growled, sounding so out of breath and lost. "Gonna fill you up. Yeah, I am. Want my seed dripping out of you all fucking week."

High off the pleasure, and maybe a little influenced by his own state, you moaned approvingly at the suggestion.

"Baby," he whined, suddenly sounding like he was in pain. The feather fluttering against your pearl intensified, practically vibrating against you with how fast it was moving.

"Need you come, need you to come," Hawks pleaded, the words hissing out from his lips between desperate pants.

You didn't think you could come in that moment. Everything felt so good, from his cock rearranging your insides to his feather flicking at your clit. The pleasure was tingling down your thighs and crawling up your spine. You could barely breathe, let along process a coherent thought beyond Keigo.

The hand that had been holding your hip let go and joined the other in gripping the bed. He arched over you, forehead meeting your back.

"Come for me, come for me," Hawks sobbed.

You realized then, as he trembled behind you, that he had reached his own completion, and he didn't slow down until his orgasm waned. You could feel his seed, like molten lava as it filled your insides.

Hawks was still panting when he growled, "again."

He flipped you over, winding your legs over his waist and somehow managing to keep his cock seated inside of you during the transition. Your arms flopped uselessly above your head. You felt weak, laying there like a doll while he turned you over. Still, it felt good: his cock, his hands, his warmth.

One of his arms looped beneath your lower back and tugged you properly onto the bed. He climbed onto the sheets and followed, dragging you beneath him.

He was prepared to continue thrusting into you wildly and blindly chase another orgasm when your eyes met and he froze up. You could practically see him blink away delirious arousal, the sight of your debauched face bringing him back to his senses.

"B-baby, do you need me to stop?" Hawks offered, the words falling from his lips so weakly.

You huffed out a weak breath and reached for him. He leaned down, letting you wind your arms across his shoulders. Your fingers dipped across his clothed back until you reached his wings.

Hawks literally shouted when your fingers dipped into the exposed seams on the shirt and touched the baby feathers growing fresh from his back. The sound rattled your bones and made you jerk from the startle.

He didn't have to be told twice, obviously, for Hawks continued his thrusting immediately. The slippery, wet sounds of his claim over your body was downright disgusting, and you loved it. Your legs clung desperately to his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

One of his feathers was still pressed against your clit, now trapped between your bodies. It had stopped moving; but, every time he thrust back into you, it created delicious friction.

Your assault on his wings rendered Hawks incapable of speech. The pleasured sounds he made was almost unnatural. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was in pain between the broken, blabbering moans and choked, sharp gasping.

His arms were still wound beneath you, holding onto you for leverage and clinging to you so closely, so tightly, it was almost crushing. His wings were arched up high, flapping occasionally as if to increase the momentum behind his thrusts.

His face fell into your throat, forcing your head back into the sheets. He was burning hot, practically oozing sweat. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red tint staining his ears. You could practically feel his frustration gnawing its way through his body and into yours.

Without warning, you felt what couldn't be mistaken for anything other than Hawks' teeth piercing the skin of your neck. Sure, he had bit you before, even left faint hickies on occasion; however, this was something else entirely, and forced a scream from your throat.

You had no doubt he had pierced the skin, judging by how it burned. He was growling into the skin, holding onto you with his teeth as if you were attempting to flee. You didn't dare release his wings, fingers woven through the fine plumes, caressing the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades, where crimson feathers grew.

The bite hurt, without a doubt, but there was no denying the electrical shocks of pleasure it sent through your body. If it wasn't that, then it was the growls vibrating from his mouth onto your skin.

Suddenly, your orgasm hit, and left you screaming and gasping with a sort of ferocity you didn't think you were capable of. Something that sounded almost like his name fell from your lips at some point. Your back arched and your legs trembled where they rested around his hips.

You failed to realize he was following closely behind you. Your grip on his feathers had gone limp and you didn't notice the way his wings arched up, the tips of the longest quills nearly touching the ceiling. He kept going and going, until he was spent and your cries of ecstasy came to a halt.

Hawks let go of your throat and leaned up, removing his arms from beneath you to set his palms on the sheets. He should have felt embarrassed or ashamed or something. But, looking down at the bleeding bite wound on your shoulder, watching the way your chest heaved with heavy breaths, seeing the tint of red along your cheeks and neck, he felt blissfully proud.

Hawks scooped you into an embrace and carefully rolled onto his side, bringing you in with him and cradling you against his chest. One of his wings fell over you, the plumes stretched wide to hide you from the outside world. All you could see was him, his handsome face, the crimson feathers of his wings.

You were acutely aware that he was still inside you, still somewhat hard; but, his temperature was lowering and his breathing was steadily returning to normal. Your fingers untangled from his plumes and came around to rest limply on his chest.

He lapped his tongue softly against the bite wound until it stopped bleeding before peppering it with kisses. It stung a little and you squirmed in his grasp.

"I'm not sorry about the bite," Hawks confessed lowly, leaning back to look at your face.

"Me either," you replied, offering him a weak smile.

He looked blissfully unaware until you leaned in and sucked some of the skin of his neck into your mouth. Hawks groaned approvingly, laying still until you were satisfied and let go, leaving behind a faint, purple bruise.

You stared at his handsome face, watching the vibrant, red blush slowly leave his features as he calmed down. Blonde locks were clinging to his sweat soaked forehead and everything between the two of you reeked of sex. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to complain when he looked so damn happy.

Hawks leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against yours lips. Before he could retreat, you tilted your head and leaned in, not letting him escape. He hummed into the kiss, letting you lead until you were content and departed with a wet smack.

"Just a little bit longer," he promised, fingers gently digging into your back.

"Tell me what you're thinking," you requested, nuzzling your nose against his.

Something uncertain flickered in his gold eyes and his lids narrowed slightly.

"It's not sensical," he uttered lowly, and you felt one of his hands slide around to your front. His thumb lovingly brushed along the dip of your tummy, beneath your belly button. His gold eyes shifted down, staring at the expansion of your naval with dedication.

You both had implants. It wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Of course he did. But, he couldn't help but feel dedicated to commit to the effort, as if it would.

Your hand followed his, spreading over his fingers to press him down gently over your lower abdomen, as if this would be successful, as if there was a chance he would take. The encouragement to put him ease.

Hawks wanted to believe it was the rut talking. Some of it was, his body deliriously driven to mate, to the point that he overheated and arousal pained his core. But, his motivation wasn't purely biological. It was because it was you, whom he trusted with every fiber of his being.

But, he couldn't bring himself to tell you that. You loved being a hero, and he wasn't going to take that from you.

It felt special, being hidden with him like this, beneath his wing, whispering such depravities to one and other, that the rest of the world would never know. You felt safe, in a way that felt impossible. Here, as irrational as it sounded, you felt like Hawks could protect you from the world.

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Meeting and Dating J.D.

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous and @poruchik-logy​)

(Sorry about the inactivity lately. With the holidays coming up, I’ve been a bit busy. Plus, I’ve written a post or two on my other blogs which means no post on this one. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

- You meet J.D. when he transfers to your school. You’re in study hall when you just so happen to look up and make eye contact with the boy while glancing around the room. 

- For the rest of the period, you feel like someone's watching you, and lo and behold, every time you sneak a glance his way, his eyes are on you. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking, he just raises an eyebrow at you when you turn and meet his gaze. 

- You spot him in the lunchroom later that day and ask your friends about him though they don’t have much information besides his name and where he moved from which they got from one of their teachers forcing him to introduce himself to the class. He was a mystery …and boy were you intrigued. 

- You have your first conversation at the local Snappy Snack Shack. You’d just popped in to grab a little junk food, only to find him stalking through the store in his black trench coat. You figured you’d dance around each other until one of you left but before you knew it, he’d sauntered up to you and interjected that you looked familiar. 

- Before you knew it, the two of you had introduced yourselves and began a sort of flirtatious conversation. He bought you a slushy and offered you a ride home on his bike which you coyly accepted after a moment of nervous hesitation. 

- It was that same night that he returned to your house, rapping at your window and damn near giving you a heart attack. Even though it was terrifying at first, it was also sort of endearing and you soon found yourself joining him outside.

- Now, It’s your choice whether or not you sleep together that night. If you do then consider yourself kissed and claimed from then on. If you don’t, he’ll continue to show up at your house or hang around you at school until he gets what he wants. You. 

- You suppose that your first date happened at the Snack Shack so from then on, the two of you were sort of seeing each other. Well, one of his favorite things to do with you is not be at home so the two of you were hanging out in an empty lot.

- The sun went down and you were sitting in the dark, the glow of the moon being the only thing lighting up your date. You were sitting down and he was lingering on his feet somewhere behind him, sorta pacing from what you could hear. 

- He knelt down beside you and you turned your head to look at him, only to immediately get pulled into a kiss that all but had you melt into the floor. It was passionate and somewhat rough, exactly what you’d expect from him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

- Well, he most certainly isn’t letting you go after that. I hope you like him babe because you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon. 

- This man is fully willing to makeout with you in public. So yeah, there’s a lot of Pda.

- His hands are pretty much on you at all times.

- Pecks on the lips. He loves when you just give him a kiss for no reason at all.

- Rough, passionate kisses. He asserts his dominance by hooking his arms around you and pulling you into a searing kiss until you can’t breathe.

- He definitely calls you “woman” and a ton of other pet names ranging from cute to just plain annoying. 

- He never would have imagined a girl like you would actually put up with him for so long …but boy is he thankful you have.

- He’s a little shit and that’s just something you’ll have to live with. He’s blunt, conniving and sarcastic, but he does care about you.

- He pretends like he doesn’t give a shit a lot of the time but he does, more than he cares to admit.

- Surprisingly enough, JD actually really likes cuddling. You’ll usually lay with your legs intertwined and your head resting against his chest while he wraps his arms tight around you. 

-  Jason's father sort of ignores him, they aren’t very close and certainly not close enough to be sharing affection besides; maybe, a pat on he back or something similar. So he craves attention and affection.

- He yearns for you to touch and love him but he doesn’t know how to tell you that he wants you to suffocate him with your own body. He’ll just try to repeat whatever it is he did to make you touch him or touch you until you do something to him.

- Hugs from behind.

- Husky whispers in your ear. He does it on purpose because he knows what it does to you.

- Motorcycle rides. 

- Trying to get him to quit smoking. It never actually works but he; somewhat, tries to cut down on it for your sake. He thinks the fact that you care is sorta amusing. 

- Cutting class together.

- Going shooting with him. The beer bottles and porcelain plates kind of shooting, not the Ram and Kurt kind of shooting. 

- Dark humor. Although, sometimes you genuinely don’t know if he’s joking or not. 

- He can always seem to make you laugh, even if it makes you feel guilty to laugh at some off the stuff he says.

-  Hearing an alarming amount of gun and bomb facts. 

- Going to Snappys Snack Shack with him.

- Junk food binges.

- He’s kind of a stalker if I’m being honest. He follows you around without you knowing, finds out everything he can about you, etc. You’re sort of like an obsession of his and that can be good or bad depending on the situation and to what extent you know about his feelings. 

- He knows practically everything about you, ranging from your birthday to where you are at pretty much any given time.

- He’s not too great at all that lovey dovey shit but he tries. It might take him a little while to get the hang of it but he eventually will. 

- Getting him to play the sax for you.

- Having his hand on your thigh whenever he’s driving. 

- Making out.

- Hickeys.

- He likes when you wear his clothes, it’s like marking his territory without getting in trouble for making your neck different colors.

- Listening to morbid music.

- Deep existential conversations. What else do you talk about with your girlfriend besides the meaning of life and why society will ultimately cave in and destroy itself in a violent revolt?

- Late night phone calls from him. Be prepared to rush to your landline at three a.m. so that you don’t wake up your parents. You can’t even really be mad at him because he’ll just immediately launch into either a spiel about how he missed you or ask what your opinion on Manchurian candidates are; successfully silencing you in bewilderment. 

- Getting random knocks at your window whenever he decides he just has to see you. 

- Your parents either love or hate him, there is no inbetween. He’s generally pretty good at playing the role of the upstanding young man who cares a lot about their daughter; that parts real of course, but occasionally a parent will just get a bad vibe from him and his charade; though convincing, just won’t work on them. 

- If that’s the case with your parents then you’ll sort of be forced to sneak out if you want to see him, which he’s particularly good at helping you do. 

- Getting kept away from his father. He tries to keep your interactions to a minimum, especially if you have a much different personality than to the man.

- Incredibly jealous though he’ll always try to hide just how upset whatever situation you’re in makes him. He makes jokes and “forgets about it” as soon as you join his side, convincingly acting like nothing happened or that he saw nothing wrong with it but staying up the rest of the night wondering what he can do about it. 

- Possessive. You’re each others, aren’t you? He’s yours and you’re his. Everybody belongs to someone and the two of you belong to one another. 

- Is he protective? What do you think? If you ever complain about a person bothering you, he’ll almost immediately ask if you want him to kill them. You think it’s a joke. It’s not. 

- Although it may seem like he does things just for his own benefit, he would genuinely do anything you ask of him. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with the lengths that he goes to make your life easier and happier. 

- He’s hot tempered and kind of an asshole so the two of you are; most likely, almost constantly fighting. You’ll usually be yelling at each other or arguing passionately which is a problem because he thinks you’re hot when you’re angry. He’ll usually wind up trying to kiss you which succeeds in making things worse and having you give him the silent treatment/break up. 

- He tries his best to give you your space but the instant you want him back, he’s all over you. He usually never actually apologizes but he doesn’t force you to when you’re in the wrong either so you suppose it’s fair. 

- I love you’s are few and far between. He doesn’t really want to make himself seem too vulnerable so you only get them on rare occasions. 

- The two of you tend to not talk about the future. He wants to be with you forever; which is obvious, and he wants you to be his; which is also obvious. But you don’t know if you’re entirely sure you can handle him. So, you try to just enjoy the time you’re spending together and not think about how things may end. 

- You’re either the Bonnie to his Clyde or his blissfully unaware darling. Pick your poison. 

[blu-joons]

When He Finds You Wearing His Shirt ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

His head spun around as soon as he heard the studio door open, expecting you to appear at any moment. His eyes were instantly drawn to the outfit you had chosen, and particularly the hoodie you wore under your jacket.

“Is that mine?” He outrightly questioned, taking a closer look at what you’d chosen to wear from his wardrobe. “How do you manage to make that jumper look so good? I’ve never found anything to go with it.”

“Is that your way of saying that I can keep it then?” You hopefully asked.

“I wouldn’t say you can keep it, maybe you can borrow it.”

You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “but you said yourself how good I looked, would you really want to deprive me of looking good?”

“In my eyes you look good in anything, not just one of my jumpers.”

“Nice save,” you chuckled, walking across to say hello to the rest of the boys. “But I am still keeping this, regardless of what you have to say.”

“I thought you might say that somehow.”

Jeonghan:

Your eyes lit up as you walked into the bedroom to see that Jeonghan had left his outfit from the night before scattered across the bedroom floor. You bent down and picked up his hoodie, placing it over your shirt for warmth.

“Excuse me,” a voice suddenly breathed, walking into the room with only a towel wrapped around him. “I was planning on putting that outfit on, and now you’ve stolen it,” he chuckled, walking across to his wardrobe.

“Do you want the hoodie back? I don’t mind?” You quizzed.

“Don’t be stupid, if it’s keeping you warm, I’d much rather you wear it.”

You smiled appreciatively as Jeonghan picked out another hoodie. “That one is a nice one too, you’ve got a lot of nice jumpers in your wardrobe.”

“You’ve already got one, don’t go and try and steal another one already, I’ll run out.”

“I’m only keeping this one, for now,” you assured him, “but I think you’ll really cute if you wear that hoodie today. We’ll almost be matching together.”

“I’ll wear this one then, just for you.”

Joshua:

As soon as he heard you complaining that all of your shirts were in the wash, Joshua reached into his own wardrobe and found one of the shirts that he’d often seen you pinching when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“Wear this,” he smiled, unfolding the white tee, holding it so you could place your head inside. “I’ve always thought you looked beautiful whenever you wore this anyway, so you might as well wear it for today.”

“I can find something, I don’t need to use yours,” you frowned.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to see you wearing my shirt.”

Your eyebrows knitted together as your eyes met his. “Are you just telling me to wear your shirt for your own benefit, not to help me out?”

“Well, it’s definitely a bit of a bonus when I see you in my shirts.”

“I guess, I’ll wear it then,” you teased, pulling your arms through the sleeves before pushing the shirt down. “It is one of my favourites anyway.”

“It looks so much better on you too.”

Jun:

You could feel Junhui’s eyes studying you the moment that you walked out from the bathroom and towards the bed as his shirt wrapped around your frame to try and keep you as warm as possible in the cold.

“Did you ask for my permission?” He questioned, shaking his head across at you as you curled up into his side. “I’ve been looking for that shirt for ages, I thought I’d left it at the dorm, but instead it’s been with you.”

“But don’t you think the shirt is much better with me?” You teased.

“It was actually one of my favourites, but I guess I have to give it up now.”

Your head nodded, pressing a kiss against his jawline. “I’ll buy you a new shirt if you’re that upset about it, but I think it looks good on me.”

“It looks too good on you, now I realise how rubbish it looked when I wore it.”

“Nothing looks bad on you,” you grinned, running a hand through his hair, “somehow you manage to pull off everything that you wear.”

“You know all the right things to say.”

Hoshi:

The moment you heard the front door open, you panicked. Instinct kicked in and you opened up Soonyoung’s drawer as you changed from your shower, pulling out the first shirt on his pile and placing it over yourself.

“What are you doing?” He smiled as you turned around just in time to cover yourself. His eyes lit up as he noticed that his shirt was the only thing covering you. “Well, this might just be one of the prettiest sights I’ve seen.”

“I hope you don’t mind, I had nothing to wear,” you vented.

“Why would I mind? I’d see you wearing my shirts every day if I could.”

Your head shook as his hand reached out to pull you tightly into his chest. “I never imagined that your shirts would be as comfortable as they are.”

“That’s why I buy them for me, because they’re comfortable when I wear them.”

“And now they’re comfortable for me too,” you teased, tapping against his chest, “I’m so lucky to have such a generous boyfriend who shares his wardrobe.”

“It didn’t really feel like I had a choice.”

Wonwoo:

You let go of yet another groan as Wonwoo convinced you to try and sit up, watching as you groaned at the headache that attacked you once again. You’d been stuck in bed for days ill, and he was determined to get you moving.

“This will keep you warm,” he announced, holding up one of his jumpers for you to slip into. Wonwoo had to help you with every step as he dressed you, careful not to hurt you. “At least let’s go to the sofa for a bit.”

“The only plus side of you getting me up is wearing this,” you pointed out.

“It’ll keep you nice and warm whilst we try and get you a bit of a change of scenery.”

You groaned yet again, holding your arms out for Wonwoo to pull you up. “I’ve got quite used to looking at the same four walls of our bedroom.”

“I’ll take the hoodie away from you if you want to stay in here, it’s your choice.”

“No,” you whined, grabbing onto the sleeves of the hoodie, “I’ll come with you to the sofa, just please don’t take this off me.”

“Come on then, give me your hand.”

Woozi:

His body froze as he walked down the stairs to see you moving around the kitchen with a familiar shirt around your body. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched on, waiting a few moments before joining you at the table.

“I think I might just give all my shirts to you,” he announced, causing you to jump as you placed two glassed to the table. “I always imagined what you’d look like in my shirt, but this is better than I ever thought.”

“I forgot to pack any pyjamas, so I borrowed this,” you smiled.

“I don’t mind, you can always forget your pyjamas if you wear my shirts instead.”

You turned back around to pick up a plate and place it down in front of him. “I might just have to keep a hold of this one now, it’s very comfortable to cook with.”

“I’m being serious when I tell you that you can have all my shirts, there yours.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you chuckled, “I’m not going to steal all your shirts, but I might conveniently keep forgetting pyjamas so I can borrow them.”

“They’ll be no complaints from me.”

DK:

The moment he heard you sigh as you looked through your wardrobe, Seokmin looked through his own and pulled out the jumper that he knew was always the answer to any fashion problems that you had.

“Here,” he chuckled, throwing it across the room, sniggering as it landed on top of your head. “We’re only having a lazy day anyway, so you might as well wear this before you start stressing yourself out about everything.”

“You really are a knight in shining armour for me,” you chuckled.

“It’s not me that’s your saviour, it’s that stupid jumper that you adore.”

You glared across at him as you threw the jumper on. “Do you know how many disaster days this jumper of yours has saved me from?”

“I imagine that it’s probably more days than it has for me.”

“If you don’t want the jumper, I’ll claim it,” you threatened across to him, “I wouldn’t say no to keeping a hold of this one forever.”

“No way, you can just borrow it instead.”

Mingyu:

A shiver ran down your spine as soon as you stood up from the bed, as your eyes looked around the room, the only thing you saw was Mingyu’s discarded shirt, quickly picking it up and throwing it over your body.

“Well, hello,” a voice chuckled from behind you, as you turned around to see Mingyu staring back at you with wide eyes. “Now, that is a sight I could definitely get used to waking up to,” he teased, beckoning you back to the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind that I wore this,” you smiled.

“Of course, I don’t. If anything, you look better in it then I do anyway.”

Your head shook, feeling his arm wrap tightly around your waist. “How did you sleep last night? Were you a bit warm or anything?”

“I’m certainly a bit hot under the collar seeing you right now, you look amazing.”

“It’s too early in the morning to start flirting,” you quickly scolded him, hitting against his arm. “Save it for when I look a bit more presentable.”

“You always look presentable to me.”

The8:

His hand helped you as you stepped out from the bathtub, feeling his arms wrap around you to try and keep you warm. Your body was exhausted after being stricken down by illness, and Minghao was determined to help.

“I’ve got a shirt for you to change into,” he smiled, sitting you down on the side of the bath whilst he grabbed the change of clothes that he’d prepared for you, helping you get into them. “Do you feel better now you’ve bathed?”

“I feel very cosy in your shirt,” you whispered against his chest.

“I had a feeling that you might say that, even though you’re supposed to be ill.”

You let go of a loud groan, bringing a light chuckle from Minghao. “I am ill, but that can’t stop me from enjoying the feeling of your shirt around me.”

“Why don’t you sleep in it tonight? Rather than disturbing you again.”

“Really?” You questioned, smirking as his head nodded back at you. “I’m already feeling sleepy, can you take me back to bed now?”

“Come on, I’ll look after you.”

Seungkwan:

Your eyes lit up as you spotted Seungkwan sat in the window of the coffee store, hurrying over to greet him. As you did, his eyes were quickly drawn to the shirt that you were wearing underneath your denim jacket.

“That looks very similar to one of mine,” he teased, sliding one of the mugs across the table to you. “Oh wait, I think that’s because it is actually one of my shirts, that you seem to have stolen from my wardrobe.”

“I spotted this one in the washing and knew it was perfect,” you smirked.

“And you conveniently decided that it would just become yours because you saw it.”

Your head nodded back at him, “personally, I think the fact that I’m the one that does the washing leaves me entitled to steal stuff of yours.”

“I don’t ever remember that being a rule, you’ve made that up to get your way.”

“Maybe I have,” you shrugged, “but I’m not going to apologise, I’ve never found a shirt as good as this to wear underneath this jacket.”

“I have to admit, it does look good on you.”

Vernon:

You could hear Vernon’s voice call out your name as you stepped out of the shower, searching frantically in the bedroom for anything to cover yourself with, spotting one of his oversized shirts in the corner of your eye.

“Thief,” he chuckled as he walked into the room, just in time for you to cover yourself. “I wondered where you were,” he smiled, closing the distance between you both, “and now I’ve caught you red handed.”

“I just got out the shower, I wasn’t stealing anything,” you protested.

“Then why don’t you explain to me why my shirt is currently around you.”

You smiled sheepishly as his hands began to attack your sides, “I needed something to wear quickly before you would have walked in on me naked.”

“I wouldn’t have complained if I had done, even if you look good in my shirt.”

“You’re impossible,” you sighed, nudging against his chest. “I’ll change into one of my shirts if you don’t want me thieving from you so badly.”

“No, stay in this one, I love it.”

Dino:

As soon as he moved his arms around you as you snuck into the bed, the material that was wrapped around you felt familiar. You knew that Chan was quickly onto you as he felt all around the jumper that you wore.

“Is this mine?” He quizzed, but before you had the chance to protest, he pulled the duvet down to see his jumper wrapped around your frame. “So, not only do you want to cuddle me at night, but you also want to cuddle my clothes.”

“Your jumpers are always so soft, I can’t help myself but wear them,” you confessed.

“You’re lucky I find you very cute whenever you wear my jumpers jagi.”

A light blush crept onto your cheeks as Chan’s grip around you tightened. “I knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at me for too long.”

“If you didn’t look so adorable right now, you’d be in the spare room tonight alone.”

“I’m much happier here,” you grinned, turning around so that the two of you laid face to face. “I know you prefer having me here with you too.”

“Of course, cuddling up to you is always my favourite.”

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Masterlist

[yslkook]

good years (1)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: you arrive at hobi’s birthday party, along with some of your other friends. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: alcohol, cursing, excessive use of pet names...bc its me

Being late to events, especially events in honor of your friends, was your least favorite thing. Punctuality was one of your top three favorite things about yourself, and yet here you were- nearly sprinting through the streets in heels because you were an idiot and had gotten the name of the bar wrong.

Instead of the Silver Spoon, you’d ended up at the Silver Tongue. That’s what happens when you don’t check your text messages for confirmation and operate on autopilot. So now, you were about an hour and a half late (as if the absence of the birthday boy and his merry band of friends at the Silver Spoon didn’t tell you enough).

Oh well. 

By the time you arrive about twelve blocks away to the Silver Spoon, you quickly make sure that not a hair is out of place before walking into the bar to try to blend in, as if you’d been there the whole time.

“Hobi!” You chirp, finding your friend in the middle of all of the chaos, “Happy birthday, Hobi-”

Hobi turns to greet you, a big (drunk) smile plastered across his face. “You’re late! Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Well, I-uh, this is gonna sound dumb, but-”

You’re interrupted by a few of the guys walking into the bar, causing a ruckus and nearly screeching Hobi’s name. At least you’re not the only one who’s late. And you quickly see Sora in your line of sight, entering in behind the guys.

Sora, your best friend of several years since college. She’s been with you since the beginning, taking you under her wing when you were both young and in college. She had brought you out of your shell a bit, inviting you to parties and inviting you to have dinner with her in the dining hall. The slow convenience of college had blossomed into something real, something that could stand the test of time- also known as the test of post-graduate life.

Her friendship was an adventure to say the least.

“Hey,” You beam at her with drinks for both of you in your hands, “Fancy seeing you here-”

“Hey,” She grins, pulling you in for a hug, “Work was so shitty, like, I had to stay late today. Of all days! I can’t wait to have a fuckin’ drink.”

“Yeah, here’s something funny-” But your words are cut off yet again, by the arrival of more friends. It looks like Sora had invited some of her own friends, friends that you weren’t quite sure liked you very much.

But you don’t dwell on that, instead sipping on your drink and settling on people watching. Settings like this unnerve you- being in a place where you’re not quite friendly with everyone in attendance makes you feel self-conscious. It’s easier to just stay in the background, blend into the walls, so as to not upset yourself-

“Hey, you,” Comes a familiar voice to your right. It’s Yoongi, one of your fellow people watcher enthusiasts. He stands next to you, shoulder brushing against yours.

“Hey, you,” You repeat, flashing him a smile and a playful shove to his shoulder, “How have you been? It’s been a while, Yoongi.”

“You’re the one who’s been hiding,” Yoongi teases, “All cooped up at home.”

“So have you! In your studio,” You protest, poking his shoulder.

“I guess I can’t argue there.”

“No, you really can’t,” You say, “So tell me then, what’s new? What’s coming out of the studio these days?”

You enjoy hearing him speak, the way his passion for his craft pouring through his words. He invites you (again) to stop by the studio if you ever want to. You promise to stop by soon, with his favorite snacks. You usually try to stop by his studio at least once a month to catch up with him. He’s also one of your oldest friends, along with Hobi.

“Hey,” Comes another voice to your left this time. It’s a voice you definitely recognize, a voice that makes you tense up immediately.

Jeon Jungkook has always had a way of making you stammer over your words, ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to him years ago. He’s tall, nearly always dressed in all black, tattoos and piercings coloring his frame, and something sweet and sinful swirls in his dark eyes.

You don’t know if it’s a look that is reserved for you or if he looks at everyone like this, but honestly, your brain short circuits every time he glances your way.

“H-hi,” You mumble, taking a sip of your drink to ease your jumpy nerves. Jungkook only grins at you, his bunny smile a stark contrast to the rest of his aura.

“Been a while, huh?” Jungkook says, voice smooth and sweet like molasses. 

“Y-yeah, been busy,” You mutter. You watch in mild panic as Yoongi walks away, being called away by Namjoon and Taehyung.

“Missed you, baby,” Jungkook winks at you. Somehow, he always gravitates to you at these types of events. Not that you’ll particularly complain- his attention makes you feel warm, even if it’s all for jokes and fun.

As Sora repeatedly has told you.

According to her, he’s the worst- a player, a fuckboy (when he was apparently too old to be one, her words not yours) and this is how he treats any pretty girl. So you don’t take it too seriously, only indulging him a bit and keeping him out of your periphery.

But you won’t deny that his recent use of the pet name might make you swoon a little bit.

“Oh, stop,” You wave him off with heat rising in your cheeks. And he knows it, too, from the self-assured smirk he throws you.

“How’s work been? They got you crunching numbers and all that?” Jungkook asks, ordering himself a beer and a drink for you.

“That’s literally my job, but right now, we just got access to a new database so I’m excited to see what kinds of visualizations and insights we can bring forward. We’re moving forward to proactive analysis, but you know, we’re still a ways away from that, we still react to problems so reactively. Like we’re just putting out fires all the time, it’s kinda tiring but I’m excited-” You cut yourself off at your rambling, sheepishly laughing, “Oh, you should’ve stopped me. I know it’s boring.”

“It’s not boring, not if it’s important to you,” Jungkook shrugs, “Besides, I like hearing you talk.”

“Really? You really wanna hear about the latest and greatest happening in the data world?”

“I wanna hear about anything you have to say, baby,” Jungkook says easily. You squeeze your drink in your hand tightly to ground yourself.

This is why he intimidates you- his affections have only increased in the last few months. It’s like he’s playing a game with you, trying to see how long it takes for you to crack. You don’t know how sincere he is when he turns the charm on- is this how he talks to everyone, or is it just you? 

You like to think it’s just you (because you at least dare to call him a friend of yours), but he could get anyone he sets his eyes on. Rather than spiralling down that train of thought, you bask in his flirtations, his gentle affections hidden under his very many layers of black.

Before you can reply to ask him about the tattoo parlor and about his newly purchased motorcycle, Sora interrupts you both. You’re oblivious to the deadly glare that Jungkook shoots her, and the glare that she shoots right back at him.

She whisks you away, an arm tight around your shoulders. You turn your head and look back at Jungkook apologetically.

This is how it always is, especially for the last few months. As soon as Sora sees Jungkook and you speaking, she’ll immediately do anything to intervene. It’s fucking annoying and Jungkook is beginning to dislike Sora more and more each time he has the misfortune of coming in contact with her. He doesn’t really care about whatever personal vendetta your best friend has for him.

He’s always thought Sora was a conniving woman, full of manipulation and tricks up her sleeve. Ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to their friend group (and you had brought Sora along as well). His instincts are hardly ever wrong, but he hates to see you spiral with her.

But he’s powerless to stop you from walking away from him. Yet again.

tags: @kookdbean​

[sluttbuttsstuff]

For the prompts, 49 with doppio? >:3 Idk what it is about him I just look at him and think “oh you’re NEEDY needy, huh?”. Thank you so much, you’re a really good writer! :)

No problem buddy, thanks for the request! >:3

Warnings: not sfw, dubcon/noncon, abduction, dark themes, yandere, etc.

Also, my requests are still open, if anyone else is interested!

Enjoy!

Yandere prompt with Doppio, “You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” afab reader, dub/non con

All you wanted to do now was go home. You had had a long week at work, your parents were nagging you again, and to make things worse you had a headache that would not go away. After an exhausting day that began before the sun was out, and ended after the sun had set, you certainly deserved to do nothing more than go home, eat some junk food in your comfy pjs, listen to a podcast while you took a bath and pampered yourself, and maybe jerk off before bed. Unfortunately, you had a “girls night” tonight.

Your friends (your IRL friends at least) complained that you never went out with them anymore (nevermind that whenever you suggested doing something with them, or wanted to chat or text on the phone they were busy) and had forced you to go clubbing with them to celebrate the three-day weekend ahead. You weren’t much of a drinker, and really weren’t much of a dancer, so you had been given the purses to hold while you waited for them to be ready to go home.

You wrinkled your nose in frustration, glaring into the blurry screen of your phone looking at the late time: this was unfair. You were a hard worker, kind to a fault to those around you, and you deserved better than this. Sitting in a corner of a crowded club, everyone in the place having a great time except for you, tired and alone. At least in your apartment, you chose to be there, and at least no one actively ignored you: places like this just pointed out the flaws you hated about yourself more: you were bad with people, and easy to ignore.

Once one of your “friends” stumbled over to the group’s table, you left them with everyone's purse, mumbling you were going to the bathroom (you didn’t know if she heard you and you didn’t care) and left before anyone could stop you. You stumbled your way to the restroom in heels way too high for you to walk in, trying to clean yourself up and find a quiet place to text your goodbyes so your friends wouldn’t worry about your sudden disappearance. Leaning over the sink counter, you wiped a makeup smear off the corner of your lips, noticing a second too late someone behind you.

“Hey, there’s another sink-” You began to say to the blurred figure way too close to you, before a sudden eruption of pain hit the side of your head, and you were out in a flash…

The next time you regained consciousness was several hours later, but it was still dark when you opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened and where in the world you were. The stale cigarette smell, the unreasonably cold ac, the bedsheets starched so strongly that the sheets felt like plastic- this was definitely a motel. But where, and how long had you been here? As you began to sit up, you heard a surprised, timid voice.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re awake, I was beginning to worry about you! Hold on, don’t move so suddenly, i’ll help you sit up.

Sure enough, as you started moving, your head lit up with painful throbbing that made last night’s headache seem like nothing in comparison. You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes shut, trying not to groan in pain.

“What the hell happened to me last night?” you grunted through your teeth, rubbing your temple as gentle hands helped slowly sit you up propped against cushions.

“Haha, you had a lot of bad luck last night, running into my boss. He was waiting for...an employee in the restroom and thought you were sent after him. He’s a bit paranoid, and he may have...accidentally clobbered you.” The voice apologized, gentle as he handed you what felt like a glass of water.

You forced yourself to open your eyes; it was still dark, but you could tell it wasn’t because of the time of day but rather a lack of light and closed curtains. You looked at..you looked at the person in front of you. Like whoever had attacked you last night, they had long pink hair, braided and side parted. Their eyes were green and wide, and they looked particularly juvenile with a crop top and freckles. They were on the smaller side, perhaps even shorter than you (hard to tell from while on the bed) and their eyes were crinkled in apprehension, like he was afraid you were going to hurt him.

“Erm, don’t worry though, I talked him out of doing anything too..extreme, after all I'm his right hand man! Besides, you seem like a perfectly nice person, I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you. Sorry, I'm rambling! Umm, do you want something for your headache? You were groaning in your sleep, I'm sure it doesn’t feel so good right now-” He went on and on, pulling out some painkillers to take with your water.

After thanking him, you were about to swallow the pill before pausing, looking at the strange man who’d taken you to a remote hotel after his boss had nearly killed you. Sensing your suspicion, doppio exclaimed, “Oh, don’t worry, they’re safe, name brand painkillers! Um, hold on, lemme just-” And he made a show of popping some of the pills you were holding into his mouth and swallowing, sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth to show you he’d ingested it.

Satisfied, and more importantly in a lot of pain, you took some of the pills yourself, much to the relief of the pink haired man.

“Oh good, thank you for doing that! I was so worried watching you asleep, you’ll feel much better now! By the way, my name’s Doppio, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Oh! And I know your name’s y/n because you had your purse and ID on you! Haha, sorry for going through your purse, I was just hoping to find any info on you that might be, you know, important.” he sat on the bed, scooching closer and closer to you.

You cleared your throat, unsure of what to say, and the watchful eyes of Doppio doing nothing to make you feel better.

“Well, um, thank you, Doppio. I appreciate you, um, saving me? Sorry for any inconvenience, I'll just, um-” You try to get up to leave, only for Doppio to place a hand over your leg.

“Don’t go! What, I mean, what if you hurt yourself? You probably have a concussion, and also you haven’t had breakfast? We could eat together and-” Doppio stammered, grabbing your hand and stroking it with his sweaty, cold fingers.

You had to stop him, before things got out of hand.

“Thank you, Doppio, it really was very sweet of you to take such good care of me, but I-”

“Please! You don’t understand, I mean-” Doppio fumbled with his words, clearly trying to make you stay at all costs.

“Doppio, i can’t stay here forever, i need to go home. My friends are probably worried about me by now.” You tried to press on, you didn’t want to upset the man with a powerful boss, but you felt increasingly claustrophobic with Doppio pawing at you.

“You mean those mean girls who left you with their purses all night? Why would you care about what they-” Doppio covered his mouth with both hands quickly, realizing what he just said.

Your blood ran ice cold; how did he know so much about them? Had he been watching you before the “incident”

Using his moment of weakness, you got up from the bed and tried to reach the door; it was time for you to go home, if not call the cops.

Doppio yelped, Throwing himself in front of the door before you could make your escape.

“Please, don’t be scared y/n! I didn’t mean to upset you, I only meant that I can treat you much better than your friends can. I mean, look at how good I've been for you so far?? I didn’t make you dance with me at the club, even though I really wanted to. I didn’t just have my fun against your will in the bathroom stall like the boss told me to do.I saved you from a concussion, or worse! I got you your own hotel room for the night, and didn’t take advantage of you or touch you while you were asleep! I want our first time to be special, after all! Isn’t that what you want?” Doppio pleaded, eyes wild as he tried to smile, trying to calm you.

You were anything but calm however, this guy was clearly obsessed with you, and had been for longer than just one night. Even if at first he had merely seemed like a pathetic “nice guy” you no longer had any pity or time to give him.

“Doppio, get away from the door and let me leave, now.” you demanded in your best authoritative voice. Doppio whimpered, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all, you were supposed to love him!

“You can’t! Boss and I won’t let you!” He cried, covering the door with his body. With no other choice, you slid out of your shoes and charged at him full speed. You managed to give him a good blow on the head, and threw him out of the way of the door. He cried, crumpled on the ground. If not for the fact that he had kidnapped you, you might have felt bad for hurting him like this, but you had to think of yourself at this moment.

As you finally unlock and pull open the door, heading towards freedom, you hear the strangest noise behind you.

“RingRingRingRingRing!” Doppio calls after you, in an unnatural, high pitched tone. You try to ignore it, you literally don’t have time for this, but with strength he had not previously displayed, Doppio grabs one of your arms, twisting it behind your back and up to his ear, holding it like a telephone.

There’s a trickle of blood, and one of his eyes is rolled back in its socket, but he calmly says, “Hello, this is Doppio,” Into your hand, as if he was having a normal conversation on the phone.

You scream out, doubled over by the pain in your arm, Doppio silent as he “listens” to his “Phonecall” oblivious to your suffering. Where did all this power come from? He was acting like an entirely different person, and frankly scaring you. Doppio nodded, pulling your hand closer into his ear and intently listening to nothing but air before “Hanging up and pulling you back into the motel room.

He threw you on the bed ( his arms felt much stronger, and more muscular for some reason) before crawling on top of you and pinning you down. You were too stunned, and frankly too scared, to come up with any means of escape, just weakly struggling to throw him off of you to no avail.

“Doppio, please-” You whispered, eyes blurry with tears.

“I talked to the boss, and he helped me figure out what to do. He wants our relationship to succeed after all!” Doppio exclaimed, additude reverted to how he’d first spoken to you. You were confused, you’d neither seen nor heard anyone in or around the room, who was he talking to and how?

“Boss told me that people like you need some discipline in order to be obedient, or you’ll walk all over me. If I can do that, then I can make you love me, and we’ll be happy together, isn’t that what you want?” Doppio told you, stroking your cheek.

“This is not okay, Doppio!” you yell, thrashing against both arms, “Let me go or i’ll-”

...

Wait a minute, both arms?

Then how was he…?

You look over to one side in shock, only to see a floating metallic and red arm holding you down, one on either side. You screamed, overwhelmed by a stalker and strange supernatural forces you couldn’t understand.

“Oh, you can see King Crimson's arms? Interesting, perhaps because of your near death experience with Boss, you can see stands now? Although, it would be bad if you developed a stand, what to do?...” Doppio pondered to himself, speaking apparent babble.

You cried, trying to wake up from this obvious nightmare with no luck.

“Awww, hey y/n, it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you! Not if you be good for me and Boss.” Doppio cooed, kissing your cheeks and forehead. “I talked boss into keeping you with us- you’re always so lonely at home, and never have a good time with others, right? You don’t have to lie anymore, I've been watching you for a while. Nobody else seems to, though, they’re too self-absorbed and stupid to realize how incredible you are!” He continued, oblivious to his words not helping, but hurting you.

“You’re perfect for me and boss, we can take really good care of you. Forget this lousy motel, we have mansions and villas all over Italy that we can take holidays to. We have billions of Lira from work, you’ll never have to lift another finger and we’ll pamper you to death. And best of all? You’ll never have to see your awful friends or family again! Isn’t it awful how they treat you? We can get rid of them, so they can’t hurt you!” He finishes, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring unblinkingly into yours.

This guy was sick, there was no other word to it. You might have had issues with your family, and yeah your friends could be assholes sometimes, but you didn’t want them killed! What good would that do you, or anyone for that matter?!

Doppio seemed to read your thoughts, “Look, I know it's a lot to take in at once, but trust me. Boss and I have planned this out for a while now, and we’re always going to do what’s best for us, ok? So don’t worry so much, and please stop struggling? Boss warned me if you got too unruly he’d take over and finish what he started last night.

A wave of nausea slithered through you as you remembered, thinking how close you were to dying. You gave up, lying limp on the bed, praying for this to end.

Doppio smiled again, this one almost seeming genuine, and gave you the softest kiss to your lips. It was childish, almost, and he clearly lacked experience, but he gained more confidence from your lack of struggling. With the mysterious hands holding you (stands? King crimson?) his own hands were free to touch you. He started With your cheeks, your face, your hair, your neck, stroking you with feather-light touches, his fingers tracing each curve, digit and flaw like he was trying to memorize it all.

“Finally… I finally get to touch you like this… I’ve been waiting for so long, y/n. Do you know how long I've wanted to hold you?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck, cradling your cheek to his. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to, but Doppio told you anyway.

“I’ve been watching, waiting...for so long. Following you home from work, listening into your calls, finding your online accounts. I’ve known since I first saw you that you were the one for me, and now I get to prove it to you. I get to show you all the things I've been meaning to do to you. You’ll never be lonely again, not with me around. We’ll never be lonely~”

He giggled the last part, giddy with excitement, as he slid his fingers down your ribcage, your sides, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. You wriggled, trying to fight him off again, only to your dismay Doppio giggled even harder at your reactions-perhaps because he knew you could never overpower him.

“Ohhh~ still so shy? Don’t be so uptight, y/n, you need to live a little! I know how much you want this; you complain about it all the time on your personal blog-” You could feel the blush on your cheeks heating up your face, desperate to make him shut up, “ How you want someone to have their way with you, to make you forget everything else in life. You’re desperate for someone to truly cherish and understand you; mentally and physically. You want me to love you? You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” Doppio rambled on and on, ripping your shirt off with strength he hadn’t had before.

You yelped, goosebumps forming on your skin as Doppio cackled, rubbing his face on your stomach, and into your cleavage poking out from your bra.

“Yes, let go for me! Show me every emotion, everything you’ve been holding back from me for so long- i need it, I demand it!” He snarled, splitting your nicest bra in half, and biting down on your neck, hard.

You screamed, legs kicking uselessly as the pain blurred your mind and you were operating purely on instinct. Doppio didn’t seem bothered in the least by it, you could still feel his laughter against your sore neck, as he sucked down on it, trying to bruise and mark you. His hands couldn’t help but find their way to your breasts, toying with them and squeezing them with admittedly little expertise. But he was a quick learner, making note of each little gasp and twitch according to how he touched you, and improving his technique from there. He twisted your nipples a bit roughly, already hard from the chilly air and sensitive to touch- you couldn’t help but moan a little in satisfaction. It had been awhile.

Doppio’s moans echoed yours, as he kissed his way down the crevice of your breasts, and licked each nipple in turn. You squirmed, not in fear or anger but pleasure, angry at yourself for letting this strange man win your body over so easily. Doppio kept his eyes on you at all times, studying your face to see how you felt. He’d had to watch you for so long from so far away, alone in your bedroom, or so you thought… it was time to use the knowledge he’d gained to make your body crazy for him.

You jumped at Doppio’s hands, cupping your groin through your pants, trying not to buck into his hands . It was getting harder and harder to deny him, though, why couldn’t you just-?

Doppio pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties with it. He groaned audibly at the sight- your pussy was so wet and dripping, there was still a trail connected to your underwear.

“No, don’t-” You cried, snapping your legs shut, visibly scared at what was taking place again. Doppio was losing patience, crouching down and prying your legs open,

“Stop fighting me, y/n, you clearly want this!” He cried, eye twitching in annoyance. He managed to open your legs again, and buried his face into your pussy. He moaned, licking up a wet stripe against your labia, warm and puffy and so wet for him- he knew you would be, he knew you loved him.

Tears streaked down the sides of your face, this was so much and so intense. Your thighs clamped down on Doppio’s cheeks and neck, squeezing him as hard as you could. Not hard enough, apparently, as he just started giggling again through a full mouth and busy tongue “Ssho good, y/n, why have you been hiding thissh from mee~?” he moaned, tongue circling your clit. You flung your head back into the pillow, gripping the mysterious hands that held you for any source of strength or comfort.

Watching you whimper so pitifully with his head between your legs, obviously blissed out after being so needy and alone for so long, just did things to doppio. He loved the pained, fucked out expression on your face- you couldn’t even keep your eyes open as he snuck one, two fingers into your aching pussy. You whimpered so cutely, and it was all for him and him alone. Finally~

“Y/n, please, i can only hold back for so long, let me make sure it’s not painful… be good for me, please?” Doppio begged, grinding his hips into the mattress before he could help himself. Begrudgingly, you moved your thighs back just enough for Doppio to push them away, when he got a wonderful idea. King crimson, or what Boss had lent him of his stand to use, sensed his thought, and grabbed both your hands in one arm. Doppio pushed your thighs back and up, effectively bending your knees into your chest and displaying your pussy in such a beautiful way. You cried out, surprised by the sudden movements and embarrassed by how exposed you were, but there was nothing you could do about it. Doppio was just too strong.

The other free hand floated down, spreading your lips apart to give Doppio a nice view before pummeling two of his thick, strong fingers inside of you. You screamed, crying as the fingers curled directly into your sweet spot, massaging with robotic-like precision and speed. The sounds you were making were wet, animalistic, and you were quickly brought close to the brink.

“Perfect, y/n! Just like that, let yourself go! It makes me happy to see a side of yourself you never show anyone else- and you never will to anyone but me! Remember, I'm the one making you feel this good, right y/n? You couldn’t possibly find anything half as wonderful from anyone else but me! Me, got it?!” Doppio exclaimed, his voice cracking and becoming much darker, scarier. For a second, you could swear he looked like a different person entirely, wild, angry and dangerous- but you blinked and Doppio was just as before.

Doppio licked his lips, sweating and anxious, this was good enough to make you love him, right? This was what he had to do to make you happy? Boss’s words from before appeared in his head though, and he remembered how Boss had always been right before. Doppio trusted him, and was determined to win you over. Doppio let go of one of your legs-you seemed adequately distracted and restrained to get away from him- and unzipped his fly. In truth, he would’ve preferred to get all the way naked with you for the first time, so you could see and feel the real him as well, but clearly the two of you were too desperate and impatient for him to get fully naked. This time.

You whimpered at the sound of a zipper, feeling the fingers pull out of you. You heard the crinkle of a wrapped, and the muffled groan as Doppio probably rolled a condom onto himself, but you were too afraid to look. The strong floating hand, still wet with your juices, gripped your cheek and forced you to look at Doppio, staring you down with much more restraint and calm than he had been. Doppio kissed your cheek, then your lip, and pushed his warm cock achingly slowly, gently, into your waiting pussy.

You couldn’t help yourself from moaning, grabbing at the hands that held you, thrusting yourself onto Doppio’s hard and hot cock. He bit his lip, feeling you twitch and squeeze around him; he was trying so hard to be gentle for you, why were you still making things so difficult. He chuckled to himself, and motioned for King Crimson to let you go; finally you were beginning to relax and enjoy yourself, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Doppio, holding him close to you. Your mind was a mess, your body even messier, you didn’t know what to think or do about your abducter/rapist fucking you so tenderly, and you were tired of fighting. So you let him fuck you, slowly and gently and way way emotionally. Doppio wiped away new tears you hadn’t realized were there, shushing you, “It’s okay, my sweet y/n. Just relax and let me do the work. Don’t fight it any more, just let go.” He whispered, pressing kisses into your lips and cheeks far too sweetly.

So you did, you relaxed and sank into the mattress, pulling Doppio down with you. He let go of your thighs, and held you tightly to him as he fucked-no, made love to you. He gradually picked up the pace, huffing and whispering words of admiration to you about your body, or how much he adored you. You took it all limply, the fight having gone out of you and desperate for comfort. The floating arms, which you had forgotten about, reappeared and stimulated your nipples and clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Doppio sped up as well, he knew this would have to end, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. This was your first time together, after all. He wanted to make it special. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer into you. You could feel the spongy head of his dick rub your inside so sweetly, you were starting to get addicted to the feeling. Doppio buried his head into your neck, mumbling nonsense as he pushed in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, as his restraint gave way to passion.

“Y/n I- I don’t know how much longer I can last, but-” He kissed you, as the stroking of your clit sped up. You groaned loudly, you were so close, “Just a bit longer, please~” You begged, biting your lip. Doppio took a deep breath, steeling himself as he was determined to make you come first. He pounded into you, urging you closer and closer, four sets of hands circling your body and drawing out noises and gasps from you out of your control.

“Almost there, please, almost~!!!” You cried, throwing your head back with a final sigh as you came hard and fast, your core heating up and washing over you as Doppio helped you ride it out with clit rubs. Your walls fluttering around him, the face that you made as you came from him, for him, it was too much and he quickly filled his condom inside of you, moaning even louder than you had as he thrust without abandon into your wonderful, most precious place. He didn’t want to stop, thrusting almost to the point of overstimulation, before he had to stop, and collapsed on top of you. He cooed and kissed his praises and thanks into your shoulder and skin, before he noticed the soft sound of you snoring. Poor thing, he chuckled to himself, you’d really worked yourself up.

He reluctantly pulled out, after indulging in 5 minutes of cuddling your sleeping body and listening to your heartbeat. Doppio cleaned the two of you off, and tucked you into the covers of the motel- now would be a good time to set up moving you into your new home. After all, The whole reason you were in the motel is because the moving company Boss had hired to move your things into the main base would take several hours to complete their job, and Boss didn’t want anyone seeing you or Doppio at home. Doppio ruffled your hair as you slept, pulling out his cellphone to check in with Boss and give him the full update he’d requested.

Tonight was going to be very busy.