#I’m think the tiny is around like a centimeter tall sometimes

[chaosduckies]

*rises from the dead*

Hehehe- The size shifter story is done >:3

[jungwondazed]

tension.

[thank you so much for 100 followers <3 my gift to you guys as jungwon won the poll]

- jungwon x reader // sexual tension, nsfw 18+ only

tight spaces, elevators, and forced proximity.

a swarm of people rushed in, making you step back before your brain could even process what you were doing. in the tiny elevator of the hotel, jungwon stood right behind you and in the split second of the space filling up, you found yourself squished against him, back pressed up his entire front side, biting your tongue to stop you letting out a string of cuss words. 

“sorry” you breathe out, ever so slightly turning your head back to notion that the apology was for him. 

jungwon wasn’t exactly what you thought he was. to many he was a gentle and sweet guy, and for the most part he is. he’s respectful, cheery, and lights every room he walks in. 

it wasn’t until you started working along side him when you realized he had this edge you couldn’t quite figure out. sometimes you caught him staring at you in a way no guy around you does. it wasn’t anything worth thinking about because, this is jungwon, and you are simply a team member and this is completely professional.

however, the constant traveling alongside jungwon and finding yourself in these situations more  times than you could count, made you question if this was purely coincidental.

you feel his body straighten up against your back side, and he crouches towards your neck, leaning his head near your face, just a few centimeters before his lips could directly make contact with your ear.

“that’s alright” is all he says but you swear you feel every chill in your body. he lingers his head there for a minute before straightening up, resting his fingers on your hip. 

he was just stabilizing me, you think to yourself that night returning to your room. and it keeps you tossing and turning till the late hours. 

-

your manager called for a quick team gathering backstage right before the concert started and you found yourself standing on the outer circle, hardly able to see or hear a thing. standing on your tippy toes to try to get a better view, jungwon walks up right beside you, staring right ahead over all the bodies with his tall stature. you get back on your heels, cringing at how child like you probably looked just now. 

you feel your fingers touch slightly with another pair and your breath hitches, glancing down at your hand. he pulled away after making contact and you shake it off, telling yourself you may have accidentally bumped towards him. 

you perk your ears trying to catch a few words that your manager says, something about making sure the timing is right or whatever it was. 

his fingers brush yours again but you don’t bother to glance down, staring straight ahead ignoring him entirely. 

to your surprise, he leaves his few fingers in contact with yours, not bothering to pull away this time. feeling his touch in every single sensation within just those few centimeters of your skin, you swear it was the most physical touch you’ve ever gotten. 

-

you crash right into him as he was turning the corner, and he stills as you barely pull away. 

“i’m so sorry” you breathe out looking towards the ground, raising your head up to see him staring down on you, way closer than you thought he was. 

his face being just a couple inches from yours made gasp and step back, only for his hand to catch your lower back, keeping your feet grounded. his gaze was intense, his line of sight tracing your entire face. the intensity from his eyes made your face redden and all you wanted to do was run for the hills, feeling so small and insecure in front of someone as broad and handsome as him.

he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, guiding his hand slowly and firmly up your spine, sending you more shivers than you’ve ever gotten, until he stops it at you shoulder and then takes his own feet back. you watched him gain his composure again, his breathing a little faster than normal and his hands in a fist. 

letting out a breath which quickly changed his demeanor, he smiled and shook his head.

“don’t worry about it.” and he moved past you, not turning around when you tried to steal a final glance. 

later, you fold your arms to hold yourself, retracing the places he touched you and the memories of how he made you feel in those moments washed all over you. 

-

it was long past the time when everyone left the building. you stayed a few hours in the office trying to finalize some paperwork your boss asked you to complete and it wasn’t until the security walked by saying the building was closing did you realize it was probably best to head back. 

gathering your things, you make your walk out of the huge corporate building, a lot less pep in your step compared to the morning. 

upon walking outside you noticed jungwon standing near the outside tables and chairs, staring off into the city streets. his heard turned towards you once he heard the door close and gave you a small smile. 

“ah, ____.” he politely nodded and you gave a light bow before turning on your heels to go home. you had no reason to speak to him anyways, no point in hovering. 

“you stayed so late today, i figured you would.” he called out behind you which made you snap your head back in confusion. what was he talking about?

he lowers his gaze a bit, “i wanted to talk to you about yesterday” he says, making his way towards you. this was strange, there wasn’t anything that needed to be said but out of politeness and nerves you nodded and said okay. 

he stood before you, with his nose and ears red from waiting outside in the wind too long, and you couldn’t help but feel bad, wondering how long he was out here given that his practice time ended before the sun even set. 

he puts his hand on your arm to guide you to a bench nearby and you comply to his gesture. getting goosebumps from him just slightly touching you again.

“you’ve got to stop running into me like that” he starts his sentence looking off and ending it with his eyes on yours. 

you’re taken aback and a little bit offended as if running into him was a deliberate choice that you make. suddenly your body was as cold as the october sky and you wanted to be anywhere but here.

“i’m sorry, what are you saying?” you start off shaking your head, bewildered to the point where spitting out a sentence was hard. 

“i didn’t mean to run into you and i don’t try to and i don’t want to. you’re the one who’s always in my space” you continued, and he genuinely looks curious but there is a sly look in his eye that makes you question what he’s trying to get at. 

his lips lift up just a tad bit, a gesture you would probably miss if the streetlights were the slightest bit dimmer. he’s oddly calm for hearing the offensiveness in your voice.

“i’m, always in your space, is that it?” and you slightly roll your eyes 

“well what else is it? i’m not deliberately chasing after you” and he nods at this and you’re more confused as ever as to why he isn’t taking you seriously at all. 

“you almost had me thinking these little run ins weren’t a coincidence” he breathes out, getting up with a smile, pulling your arm gently to get you to stand up. and to that you have absolutely nothing to say.

“i’ll walk you back home”

-

he sat beside you during the company’s monthly meeting and the second you caught his eye you turned away, mentally face palming yourself at reacting in such a childish way. 

he doesn’t say anything but focuses on the papers being handed out in front of him, head resting in the palm of his hand. he looked particularly nice today, wearing a thin casual button up with black slacks. he looked good everyday, no matter what he was wearing. 

he turns his head to look at you and gives you a nod to which you again turn away from, avoiding eye contact with him for the rest of the meeting.

-

“i wanna know what you meant with that” you corner him in one of his changing rooms, hours before the show was starting. 

“hmm? meant with what?” he says while looking through his outfits, glancing at you after a few seconds of you not answering. 

you sigh and begin to walk out before feeling jungwon pull you back softly with his hand, spinning you around to face him again. he’s close. close just like the other day and his presence feels a bit heavier than what you were used to, there’s a lot pent up here you think to yourself. 

“you didn’t answer me yet for you to leave like that” and he says this with a lot of genuineness, his eyes softening a bit once realizing just how shocked you are. he looks a bit out of element himself, his confident composure dropping the second he pulled you close. he still wouldn’t pull away from you. 

you look down, shaking your head at why you were even here in the first place. you had been avoiding him for a few days now, every time he came in a room you went out of your way to leave. you were confused, trying hard to suppress your curiosity but he wouldn’t stop staring at you all week and your patience is at a breaking point. 

“i’m sorry i just wanted you to explain” 

his eyes are sharp, taking in your words. the room is quiet except for the heart beating in your chest, so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if jungwon could hear it himself.

“you want me to explain?” and to that you nod and he stares at you for a long few seconds, pupils wavering just a bit before his eyes moved down your face, lowering to your lips and and back up to your eyes again. 

“yeah” he breathes out, his voice raspier than you’ve ever heard, “i can explain”

and you can’t recall what happened in between before realizing his lips crashing into yours, moaning into his mouth the second you process it. he groans right back into you moving his head to the side to kiss you deeper. 

his hand slid down to your lower back, the same place he touched the other day. you can barely keep up with him, he kisses so good. he kisses so fucking good. you’ve never shared your lips with anyone else, but he’s guiding you with his tongue like you two have been making out for centuries. you feel the desperation in the way his teeth clinks with yours, like he’s never had anything like this either. he pulls away, sucking on your neck before he stops entirely, to which you furrow your brows. 

you hear a crowd of people heading towards your direction and immediately get yourself together, remembering that it was well within working hours. jungwon steps back as well, a bit more disheveled than you were, before your manger and the rest of your team walks in, not giving you any time to process what just happened before giving you directions on how to manage tonight’s concert. 

-

he doesn’t speak to you for a few days, and you don’t bother looking in his direction. but you swear to yourself that you aren’t going crazy and you feel the way his eyes dig into your back and the subtle hand brushing every time he walks past you. 

-

“are you crazy?” you quickly blurt out, barely able to see anything in this tiny work closet that jungwon pulled you in when you once again ran into him in the halls. 

he doesn’t answer, his tall frame hovering over you, snaking a hand behind your neck and bringing you closer, kissing his lips once again. you don’t argue to this as you realize he’s been wanting this just as much as you do. you’re a bit whinier this time and jungwon almost loses it. 

“i can’t stop thinking about you” he breathes out before placing the softest kisses on your neck and collarbone. the intimacy making you shake everywhere. he touches your body like he knows every inch of you. lowering his lips further down your body, he looks up at you, a silent request before you hesitantly nod and he lazily smiles.

no one has ever undressed you before, letting alone see you half naked. maybe nodding wasn’t a good idea and he wouldn’t like you after seeing how you really looked and-

he lets out a “fuck” once he opens up your blouse, making you turn away from him out of self consciousness, to which he completely ignores by guiding your navel back to him. 

“i wanna taste every part of you” and his mouth is kissing every inch of skin he sees, and you almost want to melt into the ground. you try to concentrate on watching him lose himself over you, distracting yourself from wondering if he likes what he sees but your mind goes fuzzy and all you can do is take in how he makes you feel. 

you don’t know how long he’s kissing your waist until you feel him stop, whining at the pause in contact. he’s lowered to his knees at this point, hooking his fingers on your pants, asking you again silently if this is okay. you shake your head because you didn’t realize where this could have lead to. you’re being way too impulsive, and it wasn’t supposed to be like this in the first place.

“i- i’ve never- i’ve never done-“ and to this he lets out a genuine chuckle, sliding his tongue across the lower inch of your waist, causing your legs to tremble and for jungwon to hold you up. he grins. 

“you’ll like this, i promise” his breath feeling cool against where he licked your stomach, and he slowly pulls it down, going far too slow that it makes you whine. he’s stripping you at this point, and it’s mortifying. 

he leaves your bottoms hooked around your knees, pausing once your drenched panties are revealed. he moans, letting out a breath like it was his final one and you close your legs and stabilize yourself by trying to get away to which he holds you down and spreads you apart again. he shakes his head, not letting you go anywhere. you don’t even wanna think about what he’s pondering, your face more red and hot than you’ve ever thought possible. 

he presses his tongue flat against the front, licking the slick soaked cloth. you close your eyes, being too embarrassed to make a sound. he pulls your panties down and groans, squeezing his eyes shut, biting down on his lip as if he could barely take in the sight at all. 

jungwon uses the pads of his fingers to slide under your folds, just gliding to feel how soaked you are which makes your knees tremble and you’re lucky you didn’t fall if not for the shelf you’ve been holding on for gods sake. you’ve never had anyone touch you like this before, the feeling of his bare fingers feeling you up leaves you confused and begging for more at the same time. if you could touch yourself the way he touches you, you’d be a lot less stressed all the time. with the way he rubs your pussy, there isn’t anything else worth caring about.

he pulls away, mouth agape as he looks at the slick on his hand, staring as if this is something he’s always been curious about. he brings it to his tongue and he licks it all up, closing his eyes as his mouth takes it all in. you whimper and shake your head again, feeling so exposed you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

he leans into your cunt, pressing a soft kiss on your clit and it earns a squeal from you to which he chuckles. he kisses it over and over again, being so gentle that it’s almost agonizing. 

he eventually sticks out the tip of his tongue to lick as far back as he could, all the way to the front of your clit, circling once he reaches it and repeats this over and over again, still not sticking his tongue inside you yet. he teases just the outside of your folds, moaning like this is just enough for him. 

“please- fuck just please” you finally blurt out and he hums into your pussy, increasing the already growing intensity. you could moan at the top of your lungs if you could. you feel him smiling against you and he finally forces his tongue inside to taste the inside of your hole and you gasp into your hand, the sensation of a tongue fucking you being foreign. he stuffs you with his tongue and then flattens it when he licks you up. he moans the entire time doing this and the feeling is so overwhelming you think you might just lose your mind.

he pulls away, using both of his hands to pull either side of your folds, exposing your entire clit to him, teasing you again by hardening the tip of his tongue and licking just the clit. he circles it, making out with it, and looks up at you to see if you’re enjoying this, and you like it way too much. he’s cruel with the way he laps your clit, pulling away every time you feel like you’re close and you almost wanna cuss him out because all you wanna do is cum. 

at this point it feels like he’s making out with your pussy for his own pleasure and you shove your hand behind his head, pushing him in deeper and fucking against his face. he groans and the vibrations fuck your clit even more and you’re so fucking close you start tearing up. you feel like you’re riding his mouth at this point, and later you will look back and groan at how desperate you looked, but in this moment you didn’t care, fucking jungwon’s face was the best thing you’ve could’ve ever possibly felt.

with his face still deep inside you he puts both of your legs over his shoulders, his hands cupping your ass while pushing you up against the wall, where you’re basically sitting with your legs wrapped around his neck, the wall holding you up. you’re sobbing at this point to where he rocks his head side to side, using his tongue to slide across your clit, bringing you closer with every swipe. tongue moving so fast you start feeling every nerve in your feet and legs till it reaches your entire lower body. 

“just wanna cum so bad” you’re begging him over and over, desperately wanting to reach the high he kept making you come down from. he stills his head and wags his tongue over your clit, brows furrowed like your pussy had all his focus. it was bringing you closer and closer and closer and him keeping that same pace made you feel like you were gonna release all over his face. 

“fuck jungwon, fuck i think” you can hardly speak at this point, and he still works on your pussy. 

“fuck i just- i think i’m gonna, fuck i think i’m gonna fucking cum” and he pushes his tongue even harder, making you nearly scream into your fist, your entire lower body starts shaking and he licks it over and over and over again until you feel yourself cumming all over. he takes one of his hand and brings it up to your mouth, forcing you to be quiet while you cum on his tongue. he fucks your pussy out, using his entire tongue to lap at your hole and clit, fucking you through your orgasm. every fiber of your being feels good and he drags it out by continuously licking you, moaning just like you are and you’re gripping onto anything you can. 

reaching near the end of your orgasm, he slows his tongue down, going back to sucking on it dangerously slow and hard. your clit feels so sore, earning a wince from you every time he sucks. your breathing is fast and you feel the top of your head sweating. he takes his time kissing your folds, sucking on either side while slowly lowering you down, keeping his mouth attached the entire time. 

long after your orgasm was over does he pull away slowly, pressing the kisses like he did at the beginning of eating you out. finally opening his eyes, he licks you a few more times before slowly looking up at you, raising his hands to grope your body again. jungwon stands up, towering your shaking body once more to kiss you on your lips. 

“see how good you taste for me” he says in between sucking on your tongue, and you whine at his actions, not knowing what to say but to just kiss him back. 

“lick my face ___, clean all the mess you made off.” and you shake your head but he presses the side of his mouth into your lips, forcing you to start off there. you lick your cum off his chin and around his cheeks and you think to yourself how you taste so much better than you thought. he goes back to making out with you, losing track of time. 

he finally pulls away with a soft smile, his eyes a bit more tired than when he first came in, probably exhausted from all the work he did but he’s glowing, more beautiful than ever. 

your face heats up realizing how exposed you still are while he was entirely clothed, and he chuckles before helping you get dressed, his eyes darkening all over again watching you struggle to get your panties on. 

you don’t know what to say, almost walking out without saying a word to him but he grabs onto your arm, pulling you back to press a few more kisses on your neck and face. you wouldn’t mind doing this all over again. 

“let’s get closer” he says as he smiles against your cheek after kissing it. you’re embarrassed at his sentiment considering he just ate your bare cunt out. why he decided to fuck your pussy with his mouth before confessing that he wants to get to know you more as a person, you ask yourself, to which you will never know the answer to. you shy away from his touch but he holds you close again, obviously not very uncomfortable with his physical affection.

“won’t be able to get enough of you after this, i wanna do this every time i see you” and you lower your gaze, feeling extremely flustered at his words, and excited at the idea of a next time. he’s still looking down at you as you don’t respond to him for a few long seconds. 

you pull away and nod, leaning in to give him a kiss on his cheek before flattening your clothes and leaving the closet. 

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

For a request, how do you think the house wardens would react to their crush accidentally flustering them, (maybe they said or did something suggestive without realizing it)

Flustering Dorm Leaders with a Flirty Bastard Yuu

Yuu is implied to be tall and gn. Angst in Kalims if you squint

Riddle

Being short can be a pain sometimes, especially when everything you need is on the top shelf. Riddle craned his neck up and huffed as he stood on his tippy toes to reach the book he needed, yet he was short just a few inches.

Riddle sighed and readied his pen to simply float it over to him much to his surprise however, the new Prefect came along and grabbed it off the shelf, handing it to Riddle. “Saw you reaching for this, need it?”

"Ah, yes, thank you, Yuu.” “‘Course short stack.”

Eh…?

"Hah, what do you mean by that?” “Oh, would you prefer ‘tiny’ instead?” You smirked down at Riddle as he glared at you, short fuse on the verge of lighting. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t use any of those frivolous nicknames, Prefect.”

“Pfft, Floyd was right, you are super and funny and cute when you get angry.” “Eh?!” Riddle’s ears were red as he glares up at you, ready to tell you off until you let out an airy chuckle.

“Kiddin’, mostly kidding, Riddle.... You’re welcome by the way…” You replied as you walked off, you suddenly pause for a moment. “I meant what I said though, you are quite cute…"

“Yuuuuuu!” Riddle scolded as you slinked away, laughter echoing in the halls.

Leona

“Oi, you damned herbivore. Don’t think you can just walk away after stepping on my tail, you bastard.”

“Hmm?~” You paused your walk and turned around to see the lazy lion get up from where he lay. His hair was a mess from when he was sleeping earlier. “Get that damned smug grin off of your face,” Leona hissed as he approached you before pausing in front of you. His nose twitched as he sniffed you.

“It's my new cologne, you like it? I wore it just for you~” Leona glared at you with disgust in his eyes. “Pardon? Would you care to repeat that?”

A snicker escaped your lips. “Hmm? What ever do you mean?” “Alright asshole, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Oooh!~ This is gonna be fun!” Leona cracked his knuckles and went to swing a leg at you, ignoring that smug planning grin on your face until—

"Leona-san! I got your lunch!” A voice rang out, making Leona pause mid-kick, his foot mere centimeters away from making contact with the side of your face that still had that dumb grin plastered on it.

Leona sighed, “I don’t have time for this…” he grumbled and disengaged his stance, walking off. “Just stay the hell away from me.” 

“Aww, that's no fun… Well, fiiine I guess. If you want to wrestle any time, I’m here for that~ No matter the setting too….~” You winked at him, appreciating the strangely flustered death glare he shot your way.

Azul

Azul waited a minute before turning the corner to continue following you. The Ramshackle Prefect was an enigma he wanted to crack. One he wanted to understand. 

What made them so interesting to so many people, and how did they survive two Overblots? Something isn’t right. He must investigate personally.

He thought he was doing a good job discreetly following you until he was met face to face with you after turning the corner. Azul froze as you smirked at him leaning against the wall beside you. 

“Well, well, well. I didn’t peg you as a stalker, Azul Ashengrotto. Or wait! Are you a secret admirer of mine? There’s no need to be shy.”

Azul’s voice caught in his throat for a second at the look Yuu was giving him, he cleared his throat and closed his eyes. “I-I wasn’t following you! It was merely a coincidence. That is all.” Azul cursed himself internally for stuttering. This Prefect wasn’t even that intimidating compared to everyone else on campus, if he wanted to he could cast a few spells on you right now and there would be nothing you could do!

Yet, here he was, being back into a corner like he was prey. He didn’t even realize he was backing up with every slow step you took towards him until he felt the wall behind him. Yuu leaned in close to his face.

“What’s your deal, Ashengrotto? Why are you stalking me? Though I will admiiiit~” You smirked down at him, “This has been quite fun~ And your quite the looker yourself, you know?” “I- What?!” Azul was pink now as he stared at you as you had just broken out of the school psychiatrist's office.

You just chuckled and leaned in, before backing off entirely. Tucking your hands behind your head, you walked off. “See ya later, Zul! I look forward to playing more with you~” You chuckled, leaving a very flustered octopus behind.

Kalim

“Careful about hugging me like that so suddenly, you may just make me get attached.” Kalim's smooth, warm arms wrap around you before he lets go and looks up at you, tilting his head. “Ehh? What do you mean by that, Yuu? You’re my friend!”

You smiled down at the Dorm Leader, who guided you by the hand. “Come on, the Scarabia Students decided we should all throw a big feast to celebrate bringing up our grades!” You go along with Kalim and let him guide you through his dorm.

As the party continued into the evening, you and Kalim relaxed in the lounge of the Scarabia dorm. The conversation you both had dwindled as you adjusted yourself on the plush pillow you laid on.

You looked at Kalim as he continued to ramble about all kinds of things, the way his eye lit up and his mannerisms. The way he uses his hands to talk. It was all so cute.

"I hope you know that you’re an amazing person, Kalim, genuinely.”

Kalim paused, “Eh? I mean, uh, thank you ahaha, what prompted that, though?”

“Hmmm… nothing… You’re just cool is all…” Kalim beamed and covered his face slightly, a habit he picked up from Jamil. “Aw geez, you're making me feel really happy!”

Vil

“So…” Vil rolled his eyes at the sound of your voice. Just what were you up to this time? He examined his freshly painted nails as you continued, hoping to tune you out.

“Are you and Rook a thing?” Vil’s brows knit together and his eyes widened as he glanced at you. “What?” You shot up your hands defensively, your face remaining neutral as you suppress the urge to laugh at Vil’s face.

"I mean… come on. Even if you’re not together, you got to admit that Rook has to feel some type of way about you. Have you not heard the way he speaks about you? Hell, when you had to deal with the Ghost Bride girl, Rook wouldn't stop talking about how he wanted to save you!” Vil was suddenly much more interested in what you had to say, an amused look in his eyes. “Was he?”

“Yes, and it was sooo awkward. Dude, he was even talking about being your knight, and how the treatment towards you was unacceptable! And don’t get me started on that weird thing going on between you on Happy Beans Day! Like just get together already!”

Vil smirked, “The relationship I have with my Vice-Housewarden, is none of your concern, Yuu.” You rolled your eyed “Well yeah I know, but walking on eggshells between you two is weird. How am I supposed to know if flirting with you is on the table or not?!” “… Excuse me?” Vil quirked a brow.

“I mean what if I do and Rook just snipes me 'cause your his man and I don’t know?” You shot your hands up again. “Actually wait let’s find out— Heya, cutie-“ “Don’t.”

Idia

Don't do this to him. Anything and everything will fluster Idia, you don’t have to go out of your way to do it. Idia has heard about you, knows of your reputation, and swears to avoid you. You are worse than those extroverts! You’re a flirty extrovert!

And now here he is! Stuck in a room with you! Oh no no this is bad. What are you even doing here, you aren’t part of the board game club!!! Idia is watching you in horror, planning on how to escape. You lock eyes with him.

Oh no, this is the end!!! You’re going to make him uncomfortable!!! Then nothing happened. Nothing happened??? You just left him alone??? Of course, you would, you wouldn't want to flirt with someone as gross as hi-

“You got a staring problem or something?” Idia didn’t even realize he was staring, he looks away horrified, and refused to speak. You sigh, “What, you think I flirt with everyone I see or something?” “… You don’t?”

“Nah. Not really. I can tell when people are uncomfortable. And I only really do it to be left alone. You aren’t following me around all creepily like Azul or whatever and you also look like you want to be left alone.” “Ah…” Idia looked away. Maybe Yuu wasn’t so bad…

“Unless you want me to flirt with you, in that case—“ Oh god, oh fuck-

Malleus

It was a nightly walk where you both talked about your homes. 

It was nice to be able to talk about your home to someone, and for them to actually care or listen. Malleus was a good listener, and he enjoyed every tale you told.

“It must have been strange to be in a world where magic exists when you were told it was fake.” You nodded. “Yeah. For a moment, I thought I was losing it or living under a rock or something.

Malleus hums, letting you know he's listening. “I mean, for all, I know this can all be a dream I made up, and you’re just a figment of my imagination.” Malleus let out a laugh at that. “Oh? Do you really doubt my existence that much, Child of Man? I could make you disappear in an instant.”

“Or that's what my dream wants me to think!” You retorted. “Still, even if this is all a dream or made up, I think it's amazing my mind can make up someone as wonderful as you.”

Malleus' eyes widened as he looked at you. Him? Wonderful? This child of man is so bold, it’s gonna be the death of him.

[gojo-x-reader]

Not So Special Now

Relationship(s): F!Reader x Gojo Satoru

Warnings: canon-typical violence

Tags: fluff (at the end), reader-focused

AO3 Link: here

Words: ~4k

Request: “hello there, i love ur soulmate and marriage life hc 🥺 can you make scenario/hc/drabble whatever u prefer where his fem/gn so is also a sorcerer and gets hurt/injured on a mission? thank you!”

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Your boyfriend, Satoru, asked you. His hands were on your biceps, giving it a worried, yet comforting squeeze.

“Yes, Satoru,” you answered, a little annoyed at how he was treating you. It’s been several years since either of you were in high school; this wasn’t your first mission.

“I can’t help but worry, you know. It’s your first ever special grade assignment.”

“Just because I’m not the same rank as you, Mr. Special Grade, doesn’t mean I’m weak. Besides, there are two others going so I’m not doing this alone.”

“I know, I know.” Satoru pressed his lips gently onto your forehead, then gazed into your eyes lovingly. In a rare instance while on the job, his blindfold was replaced with dark sunglasses. You reached up to shift them down, allowing you to gaze into his bright blue eyes. They were breathtaking no matter how many times you saw them. You moved your hands from his glasses to his shoulders, forcing him down so you could reach up to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you promised.

The two of you embraced one more time before you joined your other group members for the mission. You turned back and waved at him as the three of you entered the car to be driven to the location for your mission.

“Sure wish Gojo-san was coming with us,” one of them mused. “He could handle this mission single-handedly and we could just stay home.” He sighed deeply, then put in headphones and stared out the window.

“Why isn’t he taking this mission?” your other group member asked. She stared at you, eager to know.

You had just met these two today (not even knowing their names, except that they were both Grade 1 sorcerers like you) and you weren’t sure how well this mission would go. “Well,” you began, “for one, he works best alone. Second, Satoru fights best when he’s away from civilians.” 

The girl hummed, then crossed her arms in thought. The three of you awkwardly rode in silence for about five minutes, before the girl grabbed your arm suddenly. “Soooo, how long have you been dating Gojo Satoru?” She asked eagerly. There was something about her that seemed familiar, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

You weren’t sure why this was any business of someone you just met, but you decided to indulge her to hopefully make this awkward car ride, well, less awkward.

“Two years, almost three,” you answered. The two of you had known each other since high school, but it wasn’t until almost four years ago that you had reconnected after you moved back to Tokyo, and almost three years ago when you started dating. To this day you still had no clue why he would get a crush on you over all people. There were much prettier girls he had spent more time with, why you?

“Annnnd? A ring soon?” She gushed, gripping your arm harder.

You shrugged. Satoru and you had discussed marriage at some point, but both of you were busy at the moment, especially with Ryomen Sukuna being somewhat revived into the world. While Yuuji was still technically “dead” to others, Satoru had trusted you enough to tell you about how his student had pretty much been revived from the dead. On your days off, you often visited your boyfriend and helped out with Yuuji’s training regime. He was a nice kid, despite his circumstances and being thrown into the jujutsu world suddenly.

The girl let go of your arm and got out her phone, furiously typing to someone. “Oh, my little sister won’t be happy to hear about this.”

“Little sister?”

“Yeah, my sister Momo goes to Kyoto. She’s pretty close with another girl, Kasumi, who I consider almost like another younger sister. She was super excited to meet Gojo-san a week ago. She’s like a superfan of him or something. I like to indulge her sometimes. I think she even made a fan club for Gojo-san or something. Anyways, Momo, even though she’s friends with Kasumi, she often gets annoyed with her talk about Gojo-san.”

You vaguely remember Satoru mentioning a girl from Kyoto that asked him for a picture. It wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence for your boyfriend to be asked to take pictures with, from the jujutsu world or from civilians; he had devastatingly good looks, so you couldn’t blame any of the people who asked for pictures. Besides, you knew his heart belonged to you and you only, so you were fine with others recognizing his allure.

“Oh, Kasumi’s calling me,” the girl said. She answered her phone, only for a younger voice to scream over the speaker. It was loud enough that you could hear it. Your teammate held her phone away from her ear.

“What do you mean he has a girlfriend?”

“Oh, come on Kasumi. You know how handsome he is. Besides, he’s like, what, twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?”

“Twenty-eight, twenty-nine in December,” you confirmed.

“Way too old for you, ma’am,” the girl relayed to Kasumi.

“I don’t like him like that , Sumi-san! I j-just really admire him, okay! W-Who wouldn’t? World’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer in all.”

“Mhm. Anyway, I’ve got a mission today with the said girlfriend of Gojo Satoru. Want me to get you an autograph?” Sumi joked.

“...Could you?”

You let out a tiny laugh. This girl was funny, so you decided to humor her and leaned toward the phone. “One autograph for Kasumi?”

“M-Miwa Kasumi!” the voice on the phone squeaked out. She told you what kanji made up her name as you rummaged for a scrap piece of paper and pen from your bag. You made out the autograph, laughing a bit as you handed it to Sumi.

After you told her you signed an autograph for her, Kasumi said goodbye, hanging up the phone before Sumi could reply goodbye back. She seemed embarrassed about the ordeal.

“You were right, she seems like a good kid.”

“Kasumi is nice. She really balances out how serious my little sister Momo is,” Sumi responded.

For the rest of the car ride, you and Sumi chatted. Apparently, this was also her first Special Grade mission, as well as her first mission after graduating from Kyoto. Their other group member was also from Kyoto; he was two years Sumi’s senior. His name was Takahashi Daisuke. She didn’t know much about him since he tended to keep to himself. But she did know this wasn’t his first Special Grade mission. That relieved you substantially since you were nervous about this mission (as much as you didn’t want to admit to Satoru).

Eventually, the roads transformed from paved to just dirt. The driver turned onto a road on a hill, then began briefing the three of you on your mission. This was a Special Grade, suspected to be awakened by a Sukuna finger. This was just based on speculation, since the last Special Grade to pop up was from a Sukuna finger as well. The Special Grade had taken over an abandoned shrine, supposedly terrorizing the local village just down the hill (which had been evacuated just hours before). As the driver parked the car, the three of you exited the car. The air was crisp, with a distinct chill in the air. You could sense a particularly strong cursed energy in the premises, on par with Satoru’s cursed energy. You shuddered; this was not going to be an easy task.

The driver placed a curtain around the area, the sky darkening. It only made the situation seem even more grave. There was something in your gut telling you to run, not from being scared of the Special Grade, but because something bad was going to happen.

Sumi grabbed a wand from her belt. Her family was a pretty small sorcerer family on her mother’s side, as she had told you in the car. She and her sister have cursed techniques similar to “witches”; hers involved spells while her sister’s involved levitating a broom, among other objects.

Your cursed techniques, however, involved nature. There was a reason why you were selected specifically for this mission; the shrine was in the middle of the forest, the perfect place for you to go wild. Cities like Tokyo were incredibly constraining for you to use your cursed techniques, so you almost exclusively were assigned missions out in the country where nature was plentiful.

Neither you nor Sumi knew what Daisuke’s cursed technique was, but you assumed it was pretty strong considering he had been on missions with Special Grades before.

The mission started off fine. The three of you approached the shrine. It wasn’t particularly impressive, nothing that you would expect to house a Special Grade curse. The stone torii at the entrance was standing tall, unbothered by neither age nor the moss and vines growing on it. The shrine itself, however, was crumbling. One of the pillars holding up the roof was destroyed, so the roof was lopsided. The shimenawa knots were cut in half, the ends completely frayed. Definitely not a good sign.

After crossing the torii , you felt the Special Grade’s presence. It was overwhelming, unlike anything else you had experienced before. It possessed near-equal amounts of cursed energy as Satoru, but unlike your boyfriend, it held malicious intent within its cursed energy. To your left, Sumi was shaking. You held out a shaky hand onto her shoulder and squeezed. While you yourself didn’t feel confident about this mission now, you had a duty as the oldest member of the group here to be strong, for their sake.

The shrine began to shake, then the roof was suddenly blown off. You used your cursed technique to form a barrier of tree roots that erupted from the ground. Slabs of wood hit the roots, then bounced off. After the rain of wood subsided, you controlled the roots back into the ground in their original position.

You finally got a good look at the Special Grade curse. It was humanoid, but only in form. Its flesh was midnight blue, with eyes covering every centimeter of its body. Great, it had no blind spots. The curse had no apparent mouth, yet you were able to hear it let out an intimidating roar.

Daisuke made the first strike. He quickly pointed a handgun at the Special Grade and pulled the trigger. Out came a burst of his own cursed energy instead of a bullet. The blow just grazed the Special Grade enough for it to let out a screech of pain. Interesting, so this was his cursed energy. You wondered if it was limited to guns, or if he could apply it to a bow as well and use his cursed energy for arrows. You’d have to ask him later after this mission was completed.

It was apparent after Daisuke revealed his cursed technique that all of you were primarily distance fighters. There wasn’t much Sumi could do if her cursed technique focused on spells through her wand apparatus and Daisuke seemed to only have a gun on him. So, that meant you had to switch to a melee approach.

You weren’t the biggest fan of hand to hand combat. You weren’t very strong, preferring to assist from a distance. Recently, Satoru has been helping you learn new ways of fighting in close quarters. You decided to take the risk and make an attempt at using this still relatively new technique. You reached out your hands, summoning leaves from the trees. They surrounded your fists like boxing gloves, your cursed energy reinforcing the leaves to be almost as hard as the bark from the trees they came from.

You sprinted toward the Special Grade, preparing to land a blow. As you reared back for a punch, the Special Grade disappeared from in front of you. Then you felt a blow land on your back and you were sent through the forest until a particularly thick tree stopped your projectile body. Luckily, you reacted quickly enough to reinforce your front with cursed energy. If it wasn’t for your quick thinking, you probably would’ve been knocked out immediately.

You picked yourself up from the ground, but the world was spinning. You leaned against a tree to collect your thoughts and rest a bit. The Special Grade was insanely fast and had no blind spots. You were panicking; this was well out of your skillset. Perhaps Daisuke was right; Satoru should’ve joined in on this mission. But you knew that wasn’t possible, as he also had his own Special Grade mission to handle today.

You brought a hand up to your face and gave yourself a hard smack. This was no time to doubt yourself or panic. You had two comrades out there fighting a Special Grade curse alone. There was no doubt that the Special Grade would notice you if you tried to rejoin the fight, at least on the ground. Your best bet would be to get the high ground; there would be fewer eyes on the top half, so the chances of you being noticed would be less than if you arrived by foot.

Okay, you had an idea. Now, to get an idea of how the fight was going. You kneeled down to the ground and placed your hand onto the ground, closing your eyes. You sent a minimal, hardly detectable pulse of cursed energy toward the fight through the ground. From what nature informed you, the fight was mostly one-sided in favor of the Special Grade. Daisuke was pretty beat up, and Sumi wasn’t in good shape either.

You got up then hurriedly began climbing the nearest tree. As you climbed up, you manipulated the bark to form grooves for you to place your hands and feet on. As you reached a decent height, you created a bridge with the overlapping tree branches sturdy enough for your weight. You sprinted across the bridge, ignoring your double vision. You definitely had a concussion, but now was not the time for you to worry about that. You didn’t wanna lose your comrades on this mission. Not again.

You wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. In your final year of Tokyo High, your two classmates were killed right before your eyes on a mission. You escaped out of pure luck, but was determined to get stronger to avenge their deaths. If you let those two die… well, then, that meant you hadn’t gotten strong enough to protect anyone else.

Once you were just out of sight range of the cursed spirit, you closed your eyes to sense the battle again. Sumi was sitting on the ground, back to a tree as she watched the fight between Daisuke and the Special Grade. She was barely conscious, and it seemed like she had lost a lot of blood. You had an idea, but in order for it to work, you needed her help.

Using thin vines, you sent a message within her sight: I am still alive. I’m going to trap the Special Grade curse with branches. Use a fire spell on it when it’s bound.

All you could hope was that she was able to read the message and had enough cursed energy to cast the spell. You began moving branches from distant trees close to the Special Grade, as fast as possible without your cursed energy being detected. Once they were close enough, you waited for the right moment.

As Daisuke finally landed a hit with his cursed energy, moving the curse to the center of the shrine remnants, you launched your attack. The branches extended as fast as you could make them move. The hit Daisuke landed had temporarily slowed the Special Grade, enough for your branches to immobilize it. As the branches gripped the curse, Sumi sent a fire spell toward it, just as planned.

The branches (and the cursed spirit) caught on fire. But something was wrong; normally, you could extract cursed energy from a curse with your cursed technique to exorcise, but that wasn’t happening. Was it resisting? You felt a tug on the branches.

Without thinking, you acted on your own. You re-equipped the leaves cursed technique, as you jumped from the trees above. As gravity brought you closer to the Special Grade, you reared back to prepare the punch you had wanted to introduce it to earlier. As your fist landed on the curse, you allowed the leaves to leave your fist, sending it into the curse’s body. The leaves caught on fire before they entered the curse, imploding it.

So, you managed to exorcise the Special grade. But, doing so took all of your cursed energy and you had no more left to cushion your fall. Luckily, you managed to adjust your fall so that you slid on your stomach parallel to the ground instead of falling headfirst. It still hurt, and you definitely broke a few ribs doing that.

You somehow had enough energy to turn yourself onto your back, looking up at the starry night sky as the curtain was released. Your first Special Grade mission. Everyone lived and you exorcised it without Satoru’s help. Ha. He would be so proud of you.

You began to fall into unconsciousness right as you felt familiar arms lift you up.

When you woke up, you were in Shoko’s infirmary. There was a thin blanket covering your bottom half. Suddenly the events came back to you.

You sat up, gasping for air. Where were Sumi and Daisuke?

“You might want to lay back down,” a familiar voice told you. “Shoko healed you, but the pain might still be there.”

You did as the voice said, laying back at the elevated position you woke up in. You look over and blinked a few times, seeing your boyfriend sitting in a chair next to your bed. He was in his work uniform, including his blindfold. You winced as you felt a pain in your chest; Satoru was right, there still was residual pain.

“I exorcised a Special Grade,” you croaked.

“I know. I’m proud of you.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, giving you a soft smile, showing off his tiny dimples. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he lectured, “However, what you did was risky and crazy.”

“Aren’t you the one who says that jujutsu sorcerers have to be crazy to survive?” you argued.

“Yes, but there’s a difference between crazy and throwing your life away.”

“You saw that?” you asked, much more awake than you were a few seconds ago.

“I hurried as fast as I could with my own mission to come assist you if you needed. I got there right as you pulled that stunt of yours.”

You pulled your hand from his and placed your face in both of your hands, embarrassed that he saw you launch yourself from several meters high, use up all of your cursed energy, then make a hard landing onto the ground.

“How’s the other two?” you asked, refusing to move your face from your hands.

“Alive and doing well. You’re the most beat-up out of everyone.”

You removed your hands, clasping them together in your lap. “Thank goodness…”

“There wasn’t a Sukuna finger either,” Satoru reported to you. “The villagers’ fear of the shrine must have caused it to grow to a Special Grade. Now, come on. Shoko said you could come home once you woke up.” Satoru stood up, then scooped you up from the bed. You screamed in protest, now wide awake.

“Wha--Put me down!”

“No can do, honey. Doctor’s orders. Nothing strenuous for the next week.”

“Satoru, I don’t think walking counts as strenuous!”

He smiled his signature shit-eating grin, then gave you a kiss on your forehead. No fair, he knew forehead kisses were your weakness. You melted into his arms at how tender his kiss was, now docile and less likely to argue with him.

In a flash, he teleported the two of you to his apartment, setting you on the bed in front of him. After placing you on the bed, he yanked off his blindfold and began rummaging through his dresser, looking for a set of his clothes for you to wear. He tossed the shirt and pants toward you, not even bothering to turn around while you changed. You’d been together for so long (or at least, it felt like a long time) that there wasn’t anything particularly embarrassing about changing in front of each other.

You winced while lifting your hands up to take off your shirt, so Satoru was by your side in an instant, helping you take off your shift without much pain. He even helped you out of your bra and put on his shirt.

“You don’t need me to help you with the pants, do you?” he teased.

“I think I can handle it on my own,” you replied, standing up and shuffling out of your pants. Satoru’s pants were much too long for you, so you had to roll not only the waistband but also the cuffs so that they didn’t constantly drag on the ground. Not like you minded doing that; there was just something about his clothes that was infinitely more comforting than your own, and he knew that more than anyone else.

As you adjusted the pants, Satoru left the bedroom to head toward the kitchen, no doubt to start cooking some of your favorite foods. You laid down on your shared bed, happy to be home. It was a long day (Days? How long were you even unconscious?) and you were glad to have such a caring boyfriend, even if he was being a little annoying about this.

About an hour later, Satoru came into the bedroom with a tray of food. He wouldn’t let you even touch the chopsticks, insisting on feeding you food because he didn’t want you to “strain yourself.” You thought he was just being a little too overprotective, but you allowed him to feed you anyway. The look of satisfaction on his face was just too cute for you to deny him this tiny pleasure.

After dinner, you immediately wanted to go to bed. Satoru quickly ate his portion of dinner then changed out of his work clothes into something much more comfortable to sleep in. He joined you under the covers, using his cursed energy to turn off the lights. You felt his arms gently snake their way around your waist, pressing you into his front. You sighed in contentment; he was warm, but not too warm.

After a few seconds of silence, you piped up, “Satoru?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, just behind your ear. “Anything for you, my love,” he breathed onto your neck. You could feel him smiling gently. “Maybe we should just get married.”

You grumbled something, not even quite sure what you said or even what he said completely. Before sleep overtook you, you mumbled out one last final “I love you,” incredibly happy to be in your boyfriend’s arms at the moment.

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o holding their hands for the 1st time

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3k3.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

You were peacefully staring at the sky from your window. You've been staring at it since the departure. It was such a beautiful view that you wouldn't be bored it even with 11 hours of flight. "What are you staring at, love?" Asked Hongjoong, finally removing his earphones. 'Love'. You will never get used to him calling you this way. It never fails to make your heart beating faster than ever. "The view with the sunset is just so relaxing." You smiled. "Look at this with..." he struggled to untangle his earphone. The short imagination of him losing his AirPods for the 823rd time, got you smiling. "Song." He finally inserted it on your ear.

A soft and calm music started to play. All of your senses were comforted by these clear notes. "Sounds like a commercial music, right?" Giggled your boyfriend. "No... it's relaxing." You claimed. "I could fall asleep in 2 seconds because of it." "Then go ahead." He patted his shoulder, telling you to rest on it. Without hesitating, you put your head on. It was comfier than what you thought. Not something pointy and hard that could bother with your earrings or piercings. "Is it comfy?" Asked Hongjoong, a tiny bit worried. Too reassure him, you simply nodded and grabbed his forearm with your hand. Just to keep him close. Hongjoong wasn't used to you, showing this kind of attention in public. He was a bit taken a back, but finally only you mattered. The song was leading you in a soft and calm mindset. Your eyes were closing at every note and your entire body felt like a feather. Your boyfriend guessed that you were falling asleep because your hand was sliding on his forearm. 5 minutes later, your head almost fell from Hongjoong's shoulder. He quickly put it back in place, but it caused your hand to rest right in his free one. The warmness and the softness of his palm made you unconsciously held his hand. Tight. Hongjoong took his time to realize what was happening. Even if you were sleeping, he was hickey flustered. He was staring at your fingers, intertwined with his. Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and blush. More when he tried to remove your grip, but you tightened it. "Cute." He whispered. Hongjoong and you were not really tactile and clingy persons, but when these moments happen, for the first time or rarely, both of you desire that it never stops. It was your moment only.

SEONGHWA

"I can't believe we are here already!" You stomped enthusiastically. Seonghwa was staring at you. You were so happy and cute. The way, you were holding your backpack straps made him melt instantly. "Disneyworld..." you sighed joyfully. "It's magic!" Seonghwa nodded, they really created a whole world and it felt unreal since he put a foot there. "Where do you want to start?" He asked, opening the map. "Space mountain!" You almost yelled, pointing at the localization pin. "Really? But we ate 2 hours ago?" He gulped, thinking at the amount of looping. "What a baby." You smirked. "Then what about... Peter Pan? Or Ratatouille?" "Okay I agree for the last one." He accepted. "Let's go!" You almost ran to the crowd, not wanting people to take your place in the queue. Seonghwa was looking at every details of the amusement park. All the shops had their own magical surfaces. He needs to come here with the members one time. They would go crazy for sure. "Fast Park Seonghwa!" You pouted. To tease you a little bit more, he started to walk slower. He deducted that it was working well because he spotted the vein on your forehead. "You are so slow!" You complained. Not thinking twice about your actions, you held his hand and led him to the attraction. The moment he felt your hand in his huge one, his stomach clenched. A thousand of butterflies were flying there. You were too focused on the board that you didn't saw the light blush on his face. But you secretly liked to hold his hand. It felt just right. "Bingo!" You pointed at the clock, "only 5 minutes of queueing." Seonghwa was barely listening to you. He was looking at your hands fitting perfectly in his. You had a moment of doubt, maybe he didn't like it and was too nice to tell you. You tried to detach your embrace slowly, but he tightened his grip on it. "Don't." He said seriously. "I like it." You smiled shyly at him. "It's the first time we are holding hands." He giggled. "A-Ah really?" You stuttered, a bit flustered. Seonghwa was about to reply when his phone buzzed in his pocket. You thought that he would let your hand free, but you were wrong. He struggled a bit to get it out of the pocket but no way he would use both of his hands. "Yeah Joong?" He rolled his eyes. "No. I told you I had a date today with Y/N. At Disneyworld." You glanced at him when you heard the word "date". Seonghwa saw your facial expression and winked cockily. You ignored what feels the most magical now; Disneyworld or a date with Seonghwa?

YUNHO

More and more you were moving forward in the queue, more you wanted to run away. Your friends advised you to go in a haunted house with Yunho, for your first date. At first, you didn't realize the situation. You only thought about a way to be close to him without being awkward. Yunho is scared of absolutely, nothing. He could play with a tarantula, then dance with a venomous snake without problem. So, a haunted house was nothing for him. But for you, it was another story. "Are you okay Y/N? You are shaking a bit." Asked Yunho thinking that you were already scared. "Even a lot." "I'm good!" You slapped his shoulder, puffing a bit. "It's just the anticipation." "Ok cool. I thought you had this kitschy idea to stay glued to me for the whole time. But I would probably be the one doing it." He laughed. "N-No. So, cliché." You laughed nervously, cursing at your friends in your mind. Not even 30 seconds later, the host led you inside. You were completely terrified. You couldn't even enjoy a single moment the proximity or the thought or having a romantic intercourse with Yunho. "Oh wow, that's well made." He pointed at the spider above you. You did your best to suppress the scream stuck in your throat. "W-Wait. You are working too fast." You tugged his shirt. "Are you scared?" He teased you. "We can go out if you-" "No." You shook your head. "Just stay close." You wrapped your arm around his. Yunho admitted that it was cute. Of course, he was aware of your plan when you invited him to the haunted house. You couldn't even walk next to a worm, without yelling. Suddenly and even Yunho shivered, a skeleton almost fell at your right. Your first reflex was to grab his hand and to hide behind his tall figure. Even though the situation wasn't the best, Yunho's heart flustered. Thanks to the darkness, you couldn't see the blush on his cheeks. His stomach clenched when your fingers placed right between his long ones. This action never had such an impact before. He was used to hold Atiny's hand during fansign. But it was nothing compared to this feeling. The rest of the way, you never let his hand go. Nor let 2 centimeters away from you. When finally, you exited the nightmare, the reality hit you. "Well done Y/N." Said Yunho. "F-For what? I've been a scared baby there." You faked to fix your clothes. "I thought you would jump on me right when we entered, but no. You had shown an amazing braveness." He giggled patting the back of your head. You grunted few words, too nervous and shy to admit your plan. "Give me your hand lady. Let's go inside again. I liked it." He smiled.

YEOSANG

["Y/N"] ["Bring ice cream."] Without hesitation you run to your kitchen and took a vanilla post in the refrigerator. You messily put your shoes and exited the college dorm. ["On my way!"] After 5 minutes of walking and avoiding bumping into every single person in the street, you arrived to Ateez' dorm. Right when you exited the elevator, you saw Wooyoung closing the door. "Wow. I want a best friend like you. In less than 15 minutes you there." Claimed Wooyoung. "How is he? Good or?" "A complete mess." He replied. You rolled your eyes, "I swear... I told him to stay away from this type of girl." "Good luck." Shrugged Wooyoung. "Wait, you are not going to comfort him?" "Why. I know that you are here." He patted your shoulder. "I'll watch a movie. See ya!" "Jung Wooyoung! I swear-" "Are you going to stay there the whole day, or you are going to enter and comfort me?" Asked Yeosang, who came out after hearing your voice in the hallway. "Be nice with me. I brought you a vanilla pot." You lifted your plastic bag. "Cool. Now I can be completely depressed and heartbroken." He whined. After that, you both sat on the couch, enjoying the calm for once. Yeosang explain that he prepared the best date for her and he even bought flowers. But she never shown up, nor replied to his texts. "You don't deserve her. I told you that already and a bunch of times." You ate another spoon of ice cream. "Are you going to eat all of this by yourself?" He slapped your hand, causing the spoon to fall. You rolled your eyes and faced him. "Yeosang, stop being sad for her. You are a real treasure and too bad for her, she lost someone really special." You grabbed both of his hands and rubbed it with your thumbs. "Even if you are a bit savage sometimes, you are such a good person." Yeosang's eyes couldn't leave the sight of your hands, holding, squeezing and rubbing his. "And she's stupid. You are probably the perfect boyfriend on this earth." You claimed. "I would be grateful to have a boyfriend like you." He raised his brow, by surprise. You instantly flickered his forehead. "Don't even think about it." He sneered, knowing that you would say something like that. "How do you feel?" You asked when you finally saw a smile on his face. Yeosang hesitated a second, but finally chose to take his sad facial expression back. "Hold my hand and tell me how amazing I am again. It might help." You rolled your eyes. "This guy... Anyway." You ordered and held his hands once again. Screw the compliment. That's what he really wanted.

SAN

You were waiting your boyfriend for 15 minutes already. He as late. Like always. But you never been mad about it. San was doing his best to spend some time with you despite having a heavy and full schedule. The last thing you could do, to just show him how grateful you are, is to be patient. "Y/N!" Shouted San, running to you. He was smiling widely and waving crazily. "Slow down, you are going to trip." You warned him when you judged he was close enough. "Sorry." He paused, catching his breath. "I'm late again." "It's okay babe." You pecked his cheek, making his heart jolt a tiny bit. "To apologize, you can choose everything you want us to do today." He said happily. Next thing he knew he was trying to walk for the first time with rollers. "Y/N, I can't do this!" He whined, holding the ramp on the wall. "Come on! I know that you can be really good at this." You encouraged your boyfriend. "How do you manage to stay still with this?!" "It's still my feet. I'm the only one controlling them." You smiled, turning around him. "Oh my god, help me." He sighed, trying to stop his legs to shake like a newborn. "Okay." You stopped at his left. "I'll help you." San gulped when you slid your hand over his forearm to gently hold his hand. He was still amazed by the softness of your palm that he didn't realize that the wall was getting far away every seconds. "I can't believe that we are holding hands." He finally said. You simply giggled, ignoring what to say. "I thought that I would need to do it first. I know how shy you are princess." "Stay focused Sanie." You replied, a smile glued on your face. "Your hand is so cute in mine. It's like it was meant to be there." "San." "I want this moment to pause forever." He claimed. "Babe." "I can’t believe!" He sang, using the same tone as Chen in Exo*. "And I can't believe, you made a whole round without falling." San finally looked around him. He was so focused on your hand that he completely forgot his main task. "I'm roller-skating!" He shouted victoriously. "I'm a grown man now." "Can the grown man detach his hand now that's he's a pro?" "Never."

MINGI

Mingi is shy. On the stage, he always looks fierce, confident and cool. But in reality, he is a cute and shy boy. It took him 20 minutes to ask you on a date. You spent your entire break from your old part time job, to listen to him, stuttering 2 words by minute. With respect, of course, you always kept your distance and understood that he was not into showing affection in public. Then you always 'stayed in your place' and be affectioned in private. But even not that much because he was still taken a back. Tonight, they all had a rough day and Seonghwa offered to walk an hour in the park below. You encouraged them, saying that it was a good idea. So here you are, leading the walk with your boyfriend. The rest of the members behind you, a bit like chaperones. Everyone could tell that this little walk was relaxing. One by one, they all found their smiles back. "Do you remember Bridgerton?" You asked. Mingi raised a brow, "the show that made you drool and fangirl about the dresses?" "Yeah!" You snapped. "The boys looks like our parents, checking that we don’t do anything wrong." You smirked. The tall boy looking behind him. The 7 other boys were minding their own business. "Not really. They totally don’t give a f about us." He sneered. "Ah really? So, it won't bother anyone if... I do something like." You removed your hand out of your pocket to held Mingi's one. As expected, he blushed and stuttered that they were just behind. "Come on...." You teased him, squeezing his hand. "We are dating for 3 months and you never held my hand. So, I do it." "Y/N!" He blushed even more. "Ooooouh Song Mingi!" Shouted the boys behind. Some of them were whistling, one by one. Few ones were clapping, and San Yunho were imitating the scene. Even though Mingi was cringing, it was not bad at all. "Song Mingi is a man now! He's holding a girl's hand." Shouted Wooyoung. All of their comment started to make you awkward too. But in a good way. Judging that you teased Mingi enough. You tried to untangle your fingers. "Finish what you started." Said Mingi, tightening his grip. "You put us in this situation, so you need to assume it too." A nervous laugh came out from your throat when he put both of your hands in his pocket. Of course, this move caused the other boys to start yelling behind both of you. But you could still live with it.

WOOYOUNG

Even if you agreed to spend the night at the dorm Wooyoung still found the situation awkward. It's been 2 weeks that you were officially dating. Everything was perfect. You both had a real great harmony. Even the other members claimed that they were jealous of your chemistry. The only problem which was not a big deal but still bothers Wooyoung, was that you were not really the 'clingy type'. You barely touched each other. He respected that you needed to hold our hand sometimes or just give you a hug or a peck randomly. "What are you thinking about?" You asked sliding under the sheets. "You keep looking at the ceiling." Wooyoung hesitated a second to tell you what was bothering him. But he finally decided to not say anything and to not put you in a awkward situation. "Nothing, just tired." He yawned. "Let's sleep." You nodded and made sure both of you were well covered. "Good night Wooyoungie." "Night Y/N." You couldn’t see his face, but he was disappointed when you turned around, showing your back to him asking if he was asleep already. He finally cracked an eye when he felt your warmness just next to him. His heart started to rush. Wooyoung even though it would stop functioning when you grabbed his hand to held yours. You slowly rested your interlaced hands on your belly. Wooyoung was burning behind you. The dozen of mini him were dancing and shouting along in his head. When you started to rub your thumb over his skin, it completely drove him crazy. Wooyoung could felly your belly on his forearm. because of that, he wanted so bad to squeeze and hug you until you couldn't breathe anymore. "I know that you are awake." You whispered, giggling a bit. Just in case this moment would stop, he preferred to stay quiet. "I feel your heart bumping, jolting and clenching in your chest." You added. "I just... love this." He finally admitted. You simply stuck your body closer to him and snuggled gently against it. "This shit drives me crazy. You seem so tiny." "Just sleep." You giggled, enjoying his presence. "I can't sleep anymore! I feel like I'm going to explode." He replied, happily. "What did I do..." you sighed, smiling a little bit.

JONGHO

You just felt your friends. You spent the whole day looking for a dress. And not a casual dress. An amazing and fancy one. Just to go with your boyfriend at a gala. You needed to get along with everyone there or to be at least presentable. Jongho told you that you could wear anything you want, but your desire was to impress everyone there. Especially the CEO, so he could stop looking at you like a trash. Just when you got out of the café, you spotted a red-haired guy, in the same alley of you. You doubted a second, but you saw him holding an Ice americano. It was your boyfriend for sure. Without hesitating, your ran to his direction. When you were at 5 meters behind him, you walked slowly and quietly. You recognized the Chanel earrings you gave him and his Louis Vuitton sport bag. "He's so expensive." You thought. Not waiting anymore, you grabbed his free hand. Jongho had the instant reflex to step away and to brush the hand off. "Hello young man, are you single?" You winked at him. His face softened, when he saw your face. "No sorry. I'm taken and take care because she's crazy." "Hey!" You pouted. Jongho sneered, proud of his own joke. When finally, he realized. "Oh." Wondering why this sudden behavior and glanced where's he was looking at. "What?" "It's the first time that you are holding my hand." He blinked. "We do this all the time." "No. You don't get it. It's incredible." "What?" "Your hand is hold mine. It's the best thing ever." You raised a brow, "you are too much." “I’m usually the one holding yours but now!” “You-” "Do not move." He kept staring at it. People walking past to you, were giving you a weird look. Jongho was looking at your hands in awe. "She's holding my hand too! And the first time!" He said to a couple passing by. "Choi Jongho." You slapped his shoulder gently, completely embarrassed. "Let's go to Hongdae!" "Why suddenly?" You asked. "So, we can walk there!" "It's 1 hour far away from here!" "Yes. Exactly. That's the point." He smiled widely, already enjoying the idea.

*Exo - Tempo: it’s a song which had been praised by many (I do recommend to watch Ateez covering this because it’s a m a z i n g) and Chen’s lyrics intro (0:02) really had his impact.

[canonicallyanxious]

“i trust you, too.”

Druck | Fatou/Kieu My | 1.5k words

Inspired by this prompt from anonymous: kieu my painting fatou's nails

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Thank you for the prompt, anon!! Post-canon/established relationship set in the summertime bc I’m tired of this winter and I miss the warmth. hope you enjoy this tiny thing! <3

The patio door’s wide open, gauzy curtains gently caught on the breeze - which looks nice, sure, but does almost nothing to combat the oppressive heat of the summer hanging over Kieu My’s room. The ceiling fan is turning at full speed, and Fatou has a tall tumbler filled to the brim with ice sitting cradled in her hands. Doesn’t seem to help all that much, honestly. She presses the glass to her cheek and shudders at the sudden cold. It feels good in that one spot, a sharp contrast to the hot stickiness plastering her shirt to her skin. If she poured it all over herself she’d probably make a mess of Kieu My’s room. So she can’t do that, because it’d be rude as hell.

Still. It’d be nice.

Kieu My’s down to a black tank top and a pair of Fatou’s shorts, face bare of make-up and hair pulled hastily up into a messy bun. She hardly put any effort into it, wispy strands slipping out of its hold and falling into her eyes as she stretches her arms above her head, tank top riding up a couple centimeters to expose the smooth tan of her stomach. Maybe six months ago Fatou wouldn’t have even allowed herself to daydream of something like this, to imagine she could be in such close proximity to someone so beautiful. She would have been a stuttering mess if Kieu My so much as took her jacket off in front of her - had been, in fact, embarrassing as it was to remember. Back then it almost seemed like she belonged to some faraway planet Fatou would never have the guts to reach. Too pretty, too bright to be quite true.

Now there are no nerves, no butterflies in her stomach. Now looking at Kieu My fills her with peace, with stillness. Now she knows - the most beautiful thing about Kieu My is how real she is.

Kieu My exhales, long and low, and meets Fatou’s eyes. There’s a very faint flush in her cheeks, from the heat or something else Fatou couldn’t say. “Can’t even think in this fucking heat,” she murmurs. Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip, slightly chapped.

Fatou carefully sets the glass down on the floor. “Would you want to be thinking?”

“Don’t know.”

A long pause. Almost like Kieu My doesn’t know what to say next. That’s okay, though. Fatou can fill in the gaps for herself.

“So you need a distraction,” she says.

Kieu My huffs out a quiet laugh. “Like what?”

“Like…” Fatou stretches her legs out in front of her and frowns down at her feet, thinking hard. She flexes her foot, letting her toes brush against Kieu My’s shin.

Her toes.

She breaks into a smile. “Like painting my toenails,” she says, giving them another little wriggle for good measure.

Kieu My pinches Fatou’s big toe between two fingers. “Yeah?”

“I’ve been meaning to do them for a while, anyway.” Fatou shrugs. “I can do yours too, if you want. If you trust me.”

“Of course I trust you,” Kieu My says with a roll of her eyes. She reaches behind her and grabs a pile of random nail polish bottles from her nearby dresser. She dumps them on the floor and flourishes her hands dramatically over them. “What color would you like, m’lady?”

Fatou lets herself fall down onto the floor, face turned to the ceiling and arms folded across her stomach. “You pick.”

Kieu My circles her hand around her ankle and pulls her foot into her lap. “Are you sure?”

Fatou nods.

“Okay.” Kieu My’s expression turns playfully stern. “Don’t look, then. It needs to be a surprise.”

Fatou squints at the ceiling, the motion of the fan above her head blurring across her vision. Kind of makes her dizzy if she looks at it for too long, even lying down. It’s moving too fast to count the rotations. She doesn’t even try.

There’s the sound of a nail polish bottle being screwed open. “Are you looking?” Kieu My says accusingly. There’s too much of her smile in her voice for it to sound real, though. Fatou doesn’t have to look to know that.

“No.” She closes her eyes. “I trust you, too.”

Kieu My says nothing to that. So there’s silence for a bit. Fatou listens to it carefully. Cars passing by the open patio door, rhythmic like an ocean; the gentle clink of the nail polish brush against the bottle; Kieu My’s breaths, slow and measured and focused as she works. She’s quite meticulous about this kind of thing, always careful to do it the right way. If Fatou had to guess she’s probably starting with a coat of clear polish. Then there will be two coats of color, and a coat of varnish to seal it all away. The color, whatever it is, will last a while this time - Fatou already knows it.

The brush is a nice feeling against her nails, oddly enough. She’s never really paid much attention to the sensation before - never really had much reason to. She could be on her phone right now if she wanted to be. Or reading a book. Or thinking about some distant world lightyears away. But this is nice, too. No distractions means she can pay attention to the feeling of Kieu My’s hands against her skin. Which is kind of one of her favorite things to do.

“You okay over there?” Fatou says to the ceiling.

“Yeah.” Fingertips press lightly into the sole of her foot, warm and reassuring. “Nice to have something to do with my hands.”

Fatou considers those words. “You don’t like doing nothing, do you?”

“Not really.”

Fatou hums tunelessly. “Don’t like being bored?”

Kieu My snorts. “No, nothing like that.” She sighs, hands brushing against Fatou’s foot as she works. “It’s more… Sometimes my thoughts move so fast, you know? It’s… overwhelming. Like they’re just racing and racing and I don’t even know what they’re saying, all I know is that they’re moving. And sometimes I don’t know how to make them stop.”

“That doesn’t sound fun,” Fatou says.

Kieu My laughs. It sounds a little self-deprecating. “I don’t know. Things get too loud sometimes, I guess. But if I have something to focus on… That helps make things go quiet again, for a bit.”

It makes sense, if she thinks about it. What Kieu My needs is not so much a distraction, but a focal point. Some direction for all the motion in her head to go. Fatou thinks she knows a little of what that’s like, to crave something to anchor yourself to. The thought of drifting away with nothing to hold onto scares her more than she’d probably admit out loud.

“Sorry.” Fatou can almost hear Kieu My shaking her head, can almost see the way her hair brushes over her shoulders in her mind’s eye. “Sounds stupid, doesn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Fatou taps her fingers against her other wrist as she tries to find the words. “I was just thinking I kind of feel like I have the opposite problem sometimes.”

“Yeah?”

“Like…” She chews at her lip. “Like my thoughts are moving through molasses. Like sometimes I’m just… floating.”

Silence, for a beat. Then:

“Maybe if we melded our brains together,” Kieu My says, “we could have one super-brain that goes at the right speed and then we’ll almost be one fully functioning human being.”

Laughter springs out of Fatou, unbidden. “What a dream.”

“Science will get us there one day.”

“Yeah?” Fatou cracks an eye open and smiles at Kieu My. “Do you think we’ll be drift-compatible if they start making jaegers?”

“Duh.” Kieu My grins back at Fatou. “Don’t ask me to fight monsters from another dimension though, that sounds fucking hard. We can use our jaeger to - fuck, I don’t know, travel the world or something. That sounds like something you can do in a jaeger, right?”

“Or go to space.” Fatou tucks her hands under her head. “You can’t tell me a giant robot person wouldn’t make the coolest spaceship you’ve ever seen.”

“I can’t because you’re absolutely right.”

Kieu My makes a quiet little noise of satisfaction, then. There’s the sound of a nail polish bottle being screwed closed, and the warmth of a bare palm resting against the top of Fatou’s foot.

“Done,” Kieu My says. “Wanna see?”

Fatou props herself up on her elbows, and looks down.

“Wow,” she says. She wiggles her toes, now painted a midnight blue that gleams and shimmers when caught in the light. “It’s beautiful.”

Kieu My uses a hand to push her bangs out of her face. “I picked a color that reminds me of you.”

“Does that mean I need to pick a color that reminds me of you?”

Kieu My shrugs. “If you want.”

Fatou reaches into the pile of nail polish and pulls out a bottle filled to the brim with a deep crimson red.

“The color of your heart,” she says.

Kieu My looks up at her. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Fatou says. “You picked the color of mine.”

Kieu My reaches out and closes Fatou’s fingers around the bottle, warmth of her palm resting lightly against her knuckles.

“You say such pretty things,” she says.

Fatou meets Kieu My’s eyes. “I only say things that are true.”

“Yeah,” Kieu My says, and smiles. “Same thing.”

[local-ground-apple]

Um, hi there! If it's alright, could I request a Malleus x Short!Reader oneshot with the reader self-conscious of their height (Worrying also because Mal is so tall) and Malleus comforts them? Thank you! 💕

I absolutely don’t know why it took me so much time, but I hope you will enjoy it~~~

Reader is around Lilia’s height. I’m around his height and I would look small compared to Malleus

,,What’s with that long face, my dearest human?”

“Do you think I’m short?”

Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, clearly taken aback with your words. You usually didn’t ask rhetorical questions with rather obvious answers. He carefully inspected your anxious form. You were shifting before the mirror with a concerned look on your face. Something was clearly troubling you. 

,,Yes, you are”

You sighed deeply. Why didn’t you even bother asking Malleus out of all people? He would state the obvious, not even realizing that you weren’t expecting an answer at all.

Well, you were short compared to him. Being the similar height as Lilia meant you were barely reaching his shoulders and Malleus was towering over you. He was like a tree, you were sure that you could possibly climb him.

But recently, your height has been the source of your insecurities. Practically most of the boys in school were taller than you. Floyd has been teasing you and cooing how tiny you were compared to your dearest boyfriend. And sometimes you couldn’t help but worry. You were too small to kiss Malleus’ lips whenever you wanted, you couldn’t touch his horns or play with his hair when he was standing.

Sometimes it seemed that you could only hold his hand or give him surprise hugs. You crossed your arms over your chest. Oh, how you wished you were taller. Instead of jokes concerning your height, vicious remarks and generally Floyd abusing your personal space, you wanted to grow up at least few centimeters.

,,Are you perhaps rueful because of your height?”

Malleus’ gentle and low voice made you shift your attention entirely to him. His tall form was standing behind you and you could see his reflection in the mirror. His cold hands gently rubbed your arms up and down to alleviate any tension from your body. He leaned in, resting his chin on your head.

A shiver run down your spine from his touch and you simply nodded.

,,I…I’m just a bit insecure, that’s it”

You deeply sighed and almost jumped in surprise when Malleus’ lips pressed against the skin on your neck, planting gentle kiss.

,,Why, dearest human?”

Malleus’ delicate kisses were a tad distracting. His emerald orbs would look at your reflection in the mirror for a brief moment, before returning to focusing solely on your neck.

,,You’re so tall and I’m so small. I can’t even kiss you whenever I want to. I have to tug your tie”

Your frustrated voice made Malleus frown. He never thought you would be insecure because of your height, especially since he adored it. You run a hand through your hair, deeply sighing. You pouted and you could feel your eyes beginning to get glossy.

,,I find it rather adorable and endearing”

Malleus’ barely audible declaration made you gasp from astonishment. You gently turned around, as much as his arms wrapped around you let you and raised your head up to look straight in his eyes.

,,I must even say that I adore your height”

,,What?”

You titled your head to one side, confusion and curiosity written all over your face. Your wide open eyes looked at Malleus with suspicion and also prompting him to continue. Ancient fae gently smiled.

,,I adore your height dearest human of mine. I don’t mind in the slightest when you pull down my tie, not at all”

,,Oh”

Malleus’ arms wrapped around waist pulled you closer, until there was no space left between your bodies. You buried your head in his chest, listening to the even beating of his heart. His hands began circling gentle circle on your back, as he rested his head on top of yours, inhaling the scent of your hair.

,,If you were taller, I doubt I could hug you like this”

Well, he had a point.

Suddenly, his hands swept you off the ground, lifting you up bridal style. Malleus chuckled, when you let out a surprised yelp at the sudden action. Your hands immediately wrapped around his neck. His long hair gently tickled your cheeks.

,,If you were taller, you probably wouldn’t be that easy to pick”

You giggled when he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

,,I must say you look absolutely adorable and stunning in my shirts”

“I’m drowning in them!”

You remarked and Malleus only nodded. Whenever you tried one of his clothes – may it be a shirt or cape, they all were way too big for your tiny form. They loosely hang off you, giving you rather cute sleeves pawns you often used to hit your boyfriend.

,,Isn’t it the whole point?”

Maybe Malleus was right, you thought to yourself, feeling rather safe in his arms, as he gently swayed you.

,,I think I could find more reasons why I adore your height, dear”

Malleus calmly stated, as he looked rather engrossed in his thoughts. You also began reflecting on his words. He definitely reassured you and a small smile crept on your lips. Maybe not being tall wasn’t that bad as you had previously thought?

Then a sudden memory hit you and you giggled. Malleus eyed you with an eyebrow raised.

,,Remember that one time Riddle was looking for me, because I broke a teapot with Ace and I hid behind you?”

,,Yes, you were tiny enough not to spotted behind my cape”

,,It was the only time my height proved to be useful”

[pillow-anime-talk]

older girlfriend. {pt.1}

synopsis: You as older Karasuno’s boys girlfriend.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; older!y/n; romance; lil bit of comedy; fluff; some kisses and hugs; sometimes reader is smol or has a babyface and because of this she doesn’t seems to be on 3rd year or studies; sfw

includes: female reader ft. daichi sawamura, koushi sugawara, asahi azumane, yuu nishinoya, ryuunosuke tanaka & chikara ennoshita {hq!!}

part two {click}

— DAICHI

↘ You looked at Google Maps again on your phone and then entered Karasuno High School, looking around carefully.

↘ You literally never were here, so you felt lost, but you decided to go into the school and ask someone for directions to the gym if it will be necessary.

↘ Thank God, you noticed three first years who were just leaving the big building. You greeted them and asked where you should go to meet the Karasuno volleyball team. You even corrected your hair, smiling sweetly.

↘ Needless to say, one of the boys got a nosebleed when he saw you and the other two blushed, pointing only to the direction of the side exit. After moving away from the three high school teenagers, you only managed to hear the quiet ‘Wasn’t she a student or something?’, but you didn’t have time to react to that apt remark.

↘ You finally got to the large gym, so you decided to go inside. You noticed that the team was in training, so the black-haired girl noticed you as first. She was a bit taller than you, but she also looked super lovely, so you smiled at her and greeted her, asking if you could wait for Daichi. The team manager nodded at you, blushing furiously as she realized you were a bit older than she was. (Kiyoko immediately recognized the school coat of arms on your jacket from the Women’s College she wanted to go too.)

↘ “OOOOH. WELCOME, WELCOME.” A low voice echoed in the gymnasium and you glanced at the boy with a shaved head who was running towards you with another a bit small teen. “ARE YOU A KIYOKO-SAN’S FRIEND?!”

↘ You didn’t know what was going on right now, so you said ‘No’ and immediately started looking for your boyfriend. Thank God, Daichi was already walking towards you, blushing as much as Kiyoko before.

↘ “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He smiled, scratching his neck and you shrugged.

↘ “I wanted to see your training. Surprise? I think.” You laughed softly as you walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “After your training we can go get some food, my treat, Captain.”

↘ The rest of the team was shocked because a) Daichi had a girlfriend; b) An older girl; c) Super cute and tiny girlfriend who dominated him in two freaking seconds.

— KOUSHI

↘ Only the third years knew about Suga’s relationship with you, so the rest of the team didn’t know who you are when you approached to them during the Spring High National Tournament, asking they were are Karasuno High School team.

↘ Tanaka and Nishinoya had a nosebleed and fell in love with you at first sight, and the first years didn't know what to say. You literally couldn't get along with them. You were lost and you missed your lovely babyboy.

↘ “Umm, so... I guess I mistook the High Schools, I’m sorry.” You muttered awkwardly and was about to leave when the libero denied it and stopped you.

↘ “You’re not wrong, angel. How can we help you?” You laughed under your breath at his words, nodding.

↘ “So, thanks. I’m looking for Koushi. He’s on this team, right?”

↘ “Are you his little sister? Aww, you can call me Ryuu-senpai. I’ll be glad.” You literally saw little hearts flying above his head.

↘ “No. Not really.” You replied amused and suddenly felt a gentle tapping on your shoulder. You turned, look up and instantaneously smiled when you saw your two years younger boyfriend. You hug him tightly. “Koushi, baby.”

↘ “You didn’t have to come. After all, you have a lot of exams at the university.” He muttered, though his voice was so happy and he was so relieved that you are here with him.

↘ “U-university...” Tanaka began, feeling his cheeks turn redder and redder.

↘ “Hey, guys. She’s my girlfriend. Be nice to her! And show her some respect! She’s in the second year of studies.”

↘ The whole team (except for the whole third year) was impressed.

↘ On the other hand, you hugged the gray-haired boy even closely and informed him that he had to come to your house after the game because you wanted pizza and some kisses.

— ASAHI

↘ You’ve just escorted your boyfriend to his high school and you were going to say goodbye to him.

↘ Of course, you couldn’t leave him with the usual ‘bye-bye’, on the contrary. You gave him a full, literally public make-out session right outside the school gate. Your red-wine lipstick made a little mess on the tall volleyball player’s lips. Nothing new.

↘ “... I-I didn’t know that Azumane-san has a girlfriend.” Kageyama said softly and blushed hard, looking at orange-haired friend who looked at you closely.

↘ “She attend to our school? Hmm...” Hinata asked under his breath, but the lack of a Karasuno High School uniform was misleading. “I don’t think so...”

↘ “I didn’t think that senpai liked first years.” Tsukishima laughed as he walked past the two shorter boys with Yamaguchi. “It’s almost illegal, don’t y’all think? I don’t want to believe that any girl has likes someone who looks like a criminal.”

↘ “Hey, kids.” Daichi’s voice made the four juniors turn to him and Sugawara. “Y/N-san is older than all of us and actually is in her first year of college. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.” He smiled heartily as he patted them on the back. “Now go to school and better prepare yourself for a solid warm-up after your lessons thanks to this gossips.”

↘ “What? Captain, no!”

↘ At the same time, you informed your boyfriend that you would come to his training because your classes at the university that day were supposed to end sooner. (What an awkward situation for firsts years who apologized to you on knees for things who you literally don’t mind...)

— YUU

↘ It’s been a while since it became known that Nishinoya’s dating a girl. Of course, it was a shock to the whole Karasuno team, because no one suspected that... Noya would ever... have... a partner... 

↘ Anyway, yes. You’ve been with the boy for three months now, and the age difference between the two of you wasn’t a problem for you or him. Yuu thought that it’s was super hot and sexy, by the way. He also liked the fact that you are older than him and you can help him with his studies sometimes.

↘ But he loved even more the fact that you were three centimeters shorter than him anyway and your face was so sweet that he wanted to kiss you 24 hours per day. Through your babyface, the rest of the second years who first met you thought you were younger than all of them. What a surprise, you’re not.

↘ As I mentioned, you often helped Noya in math, contemporary literature and physic, especially when the sports competitions coincided with the exams. You wanted to prepare your boyfriend as much as possible so that he could continue playing with the team and be the best libero for them.

↘ Additionally, Yuu had the luxury of bringing him food or snacks often, and taking him to the roof to talk and cuddle with you.

↘ The boy literally lives his best life thanks to you.

— RYUUNOSUKE

↘ Literally your biggest and the most crazy fan.

↘ You thought he was a fanboy for Kiyoko? Girl... He could create a new religion for you, and I’m not kidding at this point.

↘ He didn’t have to hide you for a long time, because you two barely started dating, and he already told the whole team that he was date with a third year who makes the best bentos in whole school and who has the most beautiful smile in the world. #SIMP.

↘ Tanaka is by far the most protective boy you’ve ever met. The seventeen-year-old just feels the need to protect you all the time because he’s afraid of some third years will take you away from him. Spoiler: you’re not going anywhere.

↘ He loves to hold your hands and you always have to give him a ‘good luck kiss’ before training or a match.

↘ First years and Noya literally hate you two and are jealous like no one else.

↘ Nevertheless, Ryuunosuke isn’t going to calm down and he’s bragging about your photos and what you did on dates with him (leaving the spicy details to himself, of course).

— CHIKARA

↘ Your relationship with Ennoshita was very relaxed and full of love and support, especially when his tournament or your own college exams were coming.

↘ As a girl two years older, you often felt the need to spoil him and buy him various things; books, clothes, ties, new volleyball balls... Literally everything you associated with Chikara was bought and given to the boy shortly after.

↘ I don’t think I need to mention that you came to his every match, as long as it didn't interfere with your studies.

↘ The entire Karasuno team knew who you are and they literally called you the team mascot because of your pocket size, cute face and banners that you held on every game for your boyfriend.

↘ You’re a very hyped person who also feels like a seventeen-year-old’s biggest fangirl.

↘ Chikara is so beaming and thanks to you he smiles much more than normal.

↘ Anyway, brunet likes the fact that he has an older girlfriend who always attracts attention and is self-sufficient. On top of that, his biggest weak point is that he sees you in a jacket and high-heeled shoes.

[shimeiro]

Hero ( Savage Opress x Fem!Reader )

Savage Opress x Fem!Reader 

( A / n : Okay so here's a pretty long fanfic that I wrote in a few days. Savage is really perfect for my size kink so enjoy! ) (( and sorry for the mistakes ))

Warnings : Fluff, Protective!Savage, sexual tension, inappropriate comment and gesture ( not from Savage ), mention of abuse, SIZE KINK OF COURSE, and... SMUT ( so +18 ), large and tattooed cock, Oral ( f ), unprotected sex, explicit sexual content.

Words : 6582 ( oh god )

Savage Opress is a Zabrak warrior, tall and also very strong and most of all intimidating, his scowl does not make you want to come and bother him. That's what you told yourself the first time you saw him in a Cantina full of unsavory people, everything about him inspired fear but yet deep down you found him so beautiful, his yellow skin deliciously covered with complex black tattoos, his ivory horns and his eyes, Stars... his eyes.

His beautiful yellow eyes, almost golden, were hypnotizing and you were speechless when he looked into yours eyes, his expression was neutral the first time he saw you, not scornful or anything, just neutral, yet you were just a simple waitress working in a shabby Cantina that mostly took in local criminals but he didn't look at you in a lustful or mean way like most customers here and it was... Nice.

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Here you are speechless in front of a huge man with biceps the size of your head, he could easily break your bones if he wanted to, but that's not what makes you forget your words, no, it's his bewitching golden eyes surrounded by red. 

You let out a trembling breath while he observes you without any real emotion, the neutral face of all expressions but his eyes seem to say something completely different, they seem intrigued by your almost angelic form in such a dirty place.

"What do you desire, hum sir? "You finally manage to say after long seconds of fascination, you feel your ears warm when you realize that you have just stared at a customer, you could have been killed for less than that here, you realize that too late.

« I’m… I'm sorry I was just um... I mean-  »

« A glass of water. » He interrupts you with his deep voice before you make an even bigger fool of yourself, and above all he doesn't seem to want to kill you and you sigh with relief inside you.

« Yes, of course, I'll get that for you. »

You quickly run out to get his order so as not to make him wait too long and not to risk upsetting him, or simply to quickly get back to him and hear his intimidating and yet so attractive voice again-...

Kriff, you really need to calm down.

He's just a client, yes he's just a very intriguing and seductive client but... Ok you're hopeless.

You close your eyes for a few moments to come to your senses, it's the first time you've ever reacted like this to someone and it's very strange, your heart is racing and your cheeks are warm and most certainly red.

You open your eyes again and take a look at his table and-

Stars.

He looks at you, you the poor waitress visibly upset by this tall, very tall Zabrak, your cheeks get even hotter than they already are and then after a moment of hesitation you walk over to his table with a kind little smile on your lips hoping he doesn't think you're crazy or something.

His eyes don't leave your form as you approach him and it's really intimidating, your smile fades a bit, has he understood that you feel a strange fascination/attraction for him? Oh you hope not, it would be so... so embarrassing. 

You finally arrive in front of his table, put his glass in front of him and shyly smile at him. He looks down briefly at the glass filled with water, grabs it with his huge hand that completely encompasses glass and you find it oddly endearing, your hands must surely be tiny against his.

« Thank you. » He says after a few moments, raising his eyes towards you, you repress a shiver when you hear again his strong and deep voice.

« you're welcome- »

« Hey my pretty, brings me my usual order! »

Oh.

He was Rico, a regular, he's always very interested in you a bit too much but you can't complain, you really need this salary, which is really not much but it's all you can get at the moment.

« Yes, I'll be right there. » The Zabrak looks at you one last time and gives Rico an indescribable look, and you bring his order to the man you unfortunately see often, you force yourself to smile politely but not more so that he doesn't get the wrong idea, but of course, as always, it doesn't stop him from...

Slap.

Here we go.

This so humiliating slap on your buttocks, as usual, and of course it doesn't seem to shock anyone... You lower your head, ashamed, then you move a few steps away from this disgusting man who is watching you with a lustful look that isn't even hidden.

You then hear heavy footsteps approaching you and Rico, you gently look up and it is the Zabrak that stands in front of you and dominates Rico from its full height, you don't see his expression but it seems frightening enough for Rico to move his chair a few centimeters away. At the same time what sensible person would not move away from this huge man when such a threatening aura emanates from his body.

Wait... Does he really protect you from that old guy who takes a malicious pleasure in embarrassing you every time he comes?

« Hey buddy, is that your girlfriend? I swear I didn't know, she didn't tell me every time I do it... »

 You move a little from the imposing silhouette that protects you to see Rico's panicked face, you would almost laugh at his frightened look if you weren't afraid of the way things are going.

« Because you do that a lot? »His voice has dropped an octave to be more intimidating than it already was and he doesn't reject the assumption that you are his girlfriend, oh Creator the warmth of your cheeks and the tips of your ears because of those simple words is so embarrassing.

Silence has fallen on the Cantina, everyone is staring at the altercation, you are swallowing with difficulty and you are getting a little closer to your savior's back, he seems to feel it, he glances over his shoulder to see your shape curled up next to him, You observe him with big eyes and you feel him relax a little, then he looks back at Rico who opens his mouth and closes it again to try to find out what to answer, but it rather makes him look like a fish out of water.

Not seeing him answer the Zabrak bends down a little and puts his big hand on the table which makes it shake a little on impact and makes Rico shake as well.

« I advise you to leave and never come back, understand 'buddy'? » 

« I- Yeah... Yeah. » 

Rico throws a few credits on the table and then almost runs away and everyone goes back to their occupations, you let out a sigh of relief and your savior turns around to observe you, his threatening aura has now completely disappeared and he seems almost shy now, it's really ... Cute, but of course you'll never tell him.

« Thank you… »

« Savage, Savage Opress. »

« Savage. »

He nodded his head at the mention of his first name and you shyly smiled at him when you told him yours, he slowly repeated it too and it made your heart tremble a little when you heard it.

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After that day he often came back to this shabby cantina, sometimes after a long time of absence but he always came back to have a glass of water that he never drank, he became more relaxed and eloquent with each visit and you would find yourself waiting impatiently for his arrival.

But one evening your boss asked you to manage the closing, which you obviously accept because you do it often and it doesn't really bother you to come home late, you don't live very far so you don't risk much in the end, finally even if you always go home apprehensively when night falls because the drunks or shady men who are always trying to approach you are out at that time but you walk fast along the brightest streets and once you get home then you lock yourself in, for safety because your neighborhood is not the safest for a young woman at night, but you have no choice but to keep working even if it means coming home late.

You sigh at the thought and the last customer ends up leaving, you greet him with a polite smile, then you turn off some lights and you approach the door to lock it but a big hand holds it when you are about to push the door, a big hand with yellow skin with tattoos.

Savage.

You open the door with a little too much haste and you come across a large, slightly curled up figure and you hear a heavy breathing, that's when you see him holding his left side with his other hand.

« Savage you're hurt!? » 

Your worried voice makes him blow with amusement, you learned that it was his way of laughing.

« Maybe slightly. »

« Come quickly inside, I'll see what I can do... »

You catch the hand that doesn't hold his wound and it makes you both freeze for a few seconds, it's the first time you touch each other, his hand is big, rough and very warm, your little fingers can't wrap his hand completely and it makes your heart beat harder in your chest.   

 You look at each other like this for a few seconds hand in hand and then you pull yourself together, pull him inside and make him sit down on a chair, he doesn't whine in pain or anything he keeps his eyes anchored on your little shape, rushing to get the first aid kit.

« You... Can you take your hand off please? »

You see him nodding his head and then he takes his now bloody hand away, you hold your breath for a moment when you see the cut and then you get serious, this is not the time to lose your temper, Savage needs your help.

Savage needs your help...

« Okay... I'm going to have to take your top off so I can clean your wound and see if it's deep or not. » 

You raise your head to see his face, he is neutral as usual and you take this as a chord to continue, you then place hesitant hands on the bottom of his garment and gently lift the fabric, you feel the almost suffocating heat of his body against your palms, and this makes you swallow with difficulty.

After long minutes of struggling to remove the garment without causing your friend Zabrak too much pain, you finally manage to remove it and you now find yourself face to face with the extent of his muscular and tattooed torso, stars you would really like to trace the ink drawings of your finger...

Okay stop.

You take a long breath and get up to pick up wet cloths to clean up all the blood staining her skin, you approach and kneel down again in front of him and this time it is him that you hear blowing and you look up at him and you see pupils more dilated than usual, probably pain. Yeah, pain. 

You clean the cut silently with lots of cloths and when finished, you inspect the wound carefully and you push a sigh of relief, it's not deep and not so extensive it just bled a lot, so you don't have to stitch it up or anything, a simple bacta patch should be enough even if he'll have to watch out for it not to get infected, which you explain to Savage who just nods his head, you didn't hear much of the sound of his voice today.

You carefully place the bacta patch on the wound and gently caress it so that the wound is well impregnated with the product, Savage's breathing is blocked and you look at him worriedly. 

« Does it hurt? »

« Not really. »

He watches you with slightly squinted eyes, his yellow irises shine in the light darkness of the empty room, which gives an atmosphere of semi-darkness that envelops Savage and you, but his gaze makes him look like a predator and yet you are not afraid of him even if he dominates you more from his waist in this position.

« Not... Really? What do you mean ? » You finally ask in an almost inaudible voice. 

« Let's say it doesn't hurt or feel good... It just doesn't do anything to me anymore. » 

You lower your head over the scars that litter the yellow pieces of skin and you can't even imagine all the scars covered with black ink, Savage Opress has obviously not had an easy life and that breaks your heart.

Without thinking you bend down and press a chaste kiss on the patch covered wound, Savage exhales suddenly and then he lets out a hoarse grunt when you look at him after that.

His pupils are really dilated now and you hadn't noticed that he leaned towards you until you felt his warm breath against your face.

« I wouldn't do that if I were you little girl, I'm a monster and I might hurt you. » His voice is low, slightly hoarse and his eyes, Stars his eyes are so sad.

Your eyes widening at his words, is that really what he thinks of him? Is that what others call him? It makes your heart ache so much.

You put your right hand on his cheek and it seems to catch him off guard, but he doesn't back down.

« You're not a Savage monster. »

« How can you be so sure? »

« Because that day when that guy touched me without my consent you intervened, he had done it many times before but nobody had ever intervened Savage, you are the only one who protected me. »

The Zabrak growled at the mention of Rico and then calmed down when you rubbed your thumb against his warm cheek.

« And for that, thank you Savage Opress for being my savior. »

He huffed with amusement at your words but added nothing, instead he came even closer to you and put his forehead against yours, your heart missed a beat at this gesture.

His eyes remain open to observe you with indescribable emotions, you close your eyes and your cheeks get warm and so do the tips of your ears, fortunately it is rather dark because otherwise he would see how red you must be. Then he pronounces your name in a voice so soft that it makes you shiver.

« You deserve to be protected by someone - I mean - I'm not saying you're weak or anything… »

You laugh softly, Savage a strong warrior who loses his words, it is so endearing and it melted your heart of adoration towards this tall man.

You hear his frustration and you decide to open your eyes to see him with an anxious and hesitant look, but he still continues his sentence after a few seconds:

« I would like to be that someone. »

Silence.

Stars.

You swear your heart stopped beating for a few moments, and now you don't know what to say.

Seeing your lack of response, a sudden pain passes into his eyes and he slowly moves away from you, he takes your wrist and removes your hand still on his cheek.

He misinterpreted your silence.

« Oh no Savage I- I really wish you were that someone. »

He freezes himself while still holding your wrist in his huge hand, then he analyzes your face for any kind of lie and comes closer to you again when he sees none.

« Leave this planet with me »

He releases your wrist saying these words in a shy voice, you then put your hand back on his cheek and lick your lips which have become dry because of all these emotions, he lowers his gaze to your lips and then he comes back to your eyes and you feel him exhaling for a long time. 

« I’d really like to go with you, but maybe it's a bit ... Fast? »

Savage doesn't say anything he simply looks down, thoughtfully, because he knows deep down inside that you are right, he has lost his temper because of the surplus of unknown emotions.

Your cheeks turn red, again, in on this massive man who has become so vulnerable to you, he lets you touch him and heal him, you suspect that he has never known this kind of affection and that is what makes him so confused now and that pensive pout on his lips really makes you want to kiss him, but he clears his throat and starts to get up.

« Maybe I should leave, you were closing. »

« Oh, um, yes… »

He puts his top back on slowly without your help and you feel a little pinch in your heart at his sudden change of behavior, you would like to stay with him again but he is right: you have to close.

You try to hide your disappointment as best as you can by putting the medical supplies in their place and putting the bloody towels in the sink to start washing them, it might take a while before the pieces of cloth are completely cleared of blood.

« You can go, I'll clean it up. » You tell him from behind the bar and start cleaning the cloths with cold water.

Savage finishes adjusting his top when he turns towards you, his gaze quickly shifts from you to the door, you see him frown, rather his browbones, because he doesn't have eyebrows like everyone else of his kind. After a few moments he comes closer to you again and dominates you with all his height but you find it strangely comforting as when he had protected you from Rico by standing in front of you.

"I'll take you home, it's not safe for you to go home alone at this time. »

"Mmmh I don't live so far away and I wouldn't want to bother you-"

"It doesn't bother me. »

He crosses his arms on his chest and you can see his biceps becoming more imposing under the fabric of his garment, you swallow as you imagine his strong arms holding you against him.

"But Savage... »

"It's non-negotiable, I'll wait for you outside. »

You don't even have the time to say something that he walks out with heavy and confident steps, you smiling slightly then you continue to wash the tea towels as quickly as possible so as not to make him wait too long, you don't want to abuse his kindness.

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The night is rather cool and you feel the wind passing through your thin jacket, you shiver and you unconsciously get closer to Savage because a soft warmth radiates from his body even with the layers of clothes that cover his skin, he glances at you while walking near you, after another shiver that crosses your body he places his big arm around your shoulders, it's heavy and as you had noticed: it's very warm.

He brings you closer to his unharmed side and his warmth deliciously envelops you, you still huddle a little bit against him while walking towards your home.

« You're so... Warm, is that normal? »You ask shyly, maybe he has a fever because of his injury? Oh you really hope not.

« Yes, my species has a higher body temperature than yours. »

« Oh, so you don't have a fever, it reassures me. »

« Fever? No I'm fine don't worry little girl. »

"I'm not a little girl - it's you ! you're just ... too tall! »

You feel his shoulders trembling in a silent laughter and that makes you laugh too, he serves you gently against him in a gesture that wants to be playful and it makes you blush slightly, you raise your head to look shyly at his face and to your amazement a small smile stretches his lips, you feel your heart tightening and a soft sensation fills your body.

You don't have time to admire Savage any longer because you find yourself in front of the door of your somewhat dilapidated and not really welcoming building.

"We... We have arrived. »

You reluctantly pull yourself out of the Zabrak's embrace and walk to the front door of the building, he says nothing but you don't hear him move, he must surely be waiting to see that you get home without incident, even you both know that nothing can happen to you from there. But as you turn around to say goodbye you hear yourself instead ask:

« Do you want to go upstairs and get a glass of water? » 

You freeze.

You both know what this phrase means and it is far from innocent. Your cheeks warm up and your hands nervously grip the fabric of your jacket.

« Uh- No... I mean- Yes but- »

« Okay. » 

You freeze a second time and look up at him, his head is bent to the side as he watches you, his golden eyes shine even more than before in the Cantina.

« What? »

He blows with amusement and that relaxes you a little.

« I said : Okay. »

You whisper something, more for yourself than for him and then you turn around to type in the code quickly to unlock the door and then you push the door and signal Savage to come in first, which he does without really judging the state of the building you live in.

After that you lead him to the landing of your apartment and unlock the front door, as before you tell him to go in first as a courtesy and it's quite funny to see him lower his head to be able to enter without banging his forehead against the top of the door frame.

You close the door once you are both inside, you turn on the light as you pass by and let out a trembling breath when you see him in your personal space, he has his back to you and he observes the small objects on a shelf in front of him, your small apartment doesn't really have any decoration because in the end you are there just to sleep so you don't really see the point and you don't really have room for more furniture, your double bed already takes up almost all the space in the piece, a double bed is a luxury you have granted yourself because you like to have space to sleep peacefully.

« I’ll get your drink for you. »

He nods his head as he turns in your direction, while you walk to the "kitchen" which is actually just across the room, you pull a glass out of the cupboard then you look into the small fridge to take the last bottle you have left in the fridge and pour it into the glass, your hands shake a little for no apparent reason -perhaps because of the sexual tension between the two of you-. 

You go back to Savage and hand him the glass you have just filled for him, he takes it and his hands touch yours, his eyes look at you attentively while you stand still in front of him with your head tilted back to look at him as well.

You both know that the glass was a pretext for you to stay together a little longer.

Savage takes a sip of water and then he puts the glass in an empty spot on the shelf hanging on the wall next to him, and your breath is blocked as he brings his body a little closer to yours, the tension between the two of you is palpable and you don't know what to say anymore, words get lost and intertwine in your head.

« Little girl? »

 « ..Yes? »

You see his gaze descend to your lips and you moisten them with your tongue, you hear him blow, then his eyes come back to yours with an undisguised desire.

« I really want to kiss you. »

« Me too... Kriff, me too. »

He pushes a hoarse grunt then he bends down and his lips fall on yours with all the force of repressed desire, you push a light moaning to the soft and warm contact of his lips and you pass your hands on his broad shoulders while putting you on tiptoes then try to deepen this kiss so much awaited.

These strong arms wrap around your waist to press you against his hard and warm chest, his tongue comes close to your lower lip and you open your mouth eagerly, the kiss starts to become intense but you have to withdraw to breathe.

His breathing is fast and his pupils are almost fully dilated with desire, this expression on his face and his slightly swollen lips make him beautiful, it makes you want to engrave this image of him in your mind forever.

You lean back towards his face again but this time to "innocently" nibble his lower lip, a kind of surprised rumbling comes out of his throat and makes you laugh inside, you feel his big hand squeezing your hip.

« You're playing a dangerous game... I don't know if I'm going to be able to control myself if you continue. » His voice is low and hoarse, his shoulders are tense, he's obviously trying to restrain himself from throwing himself at you.

« So don't control yourself Savage. »

Your simple words seem to break something in him, he shudders and then lifts you off the floor as if you weigh nothing at all, you shout, a little surprise and place your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself, he then gently places you on your bed still undone from this morning then he steps back to remove his heavy boots and he also removes your shoes and socks and throws them nonchalantly into a corner of the room.

He then flues on the mattress to come and place himself above you, making the bed squeak under his weight, you hasten to put your hands on the warm skin of his neck and then on the back of his nape to attract him back to you for another kiss to which he responds immediately by leaning against your body, taking care not to put all his weight so as not to crush you.

You let out a little moan when one of his big rough hands passes under the fabric of your top, he caresses your belly tenderly while his lips let go of yours to come and kiss your jaw then the sensitive flesh of your neck, his touch is soft and comforting, it almost makes you forget the heat that accumulates between your legs.

And you are suddenly too hot because of the clothes you are wearing and the higher temperature of the Zabrak against you, so you squirm a little as you try to take off your jacket, you hear Savage giggling quietly and he straightens up to help you remove the annoying pieces of fabric leaving only your underwear. 

He bends back far enough to be able to admire the curves of your half-naked body, he makes an almost animal growl as his golden eyes scan your exposed skin, then you see him move his hips uncomfortably, you look down and-

Oh.

It looks absolutely huge.

His throbbing erection pressed against the fabric of his pants is already intimidating so you blush when imagining him without -which you might see very soon-, you feel a burning desire accumulating in the bottom of your belly and this moistens your panties by the way, you breathe a panting sigh as you rub your thighs together to try to reduce the pain of desire, it's the first time you've ever felt so excited by someone, he barely touched you but yet here you are as needy as a animal in heat.

Savage freezes, stopping the movements he makes to try to relieve the pressure against his hard limb, he sniffs the air avidly like a wild beast that has felt a wounded prey nearby, a hoarse moan escapes from his throat as his gaze descends on your moving thighs.

« …I feel your excitement. »

You don't have time to respond to his statement that his hands are already on your thighs and he quickly spread them apart, you make a surprised gasp that turns into a moan of pleasure when his face rushes between your legs and he licks a large band on the thin cloth that covers your sex while planting his black look of desire in your eyes that you close when his hot tongue falls hard against your swollen clitoris, you arch your back to the electrifying pleasure it arouses, your hands hasten to grab his horns as he continues his teasing against your panties now completely wet with his saliva and your excitement.

« Please, Savage, take off my... »

He hums with approval still nestled between your legs, then he steps back to remove your panties and your bra which he then throws on the floor and without waiting a second longer he plunges his face between your legs again. His celestial tongue avidly licks your smooth and swollen folds by going up from time to time to tease your clitoris, he closes his eyes to fully enjoy the taste of your excitement while you sigh of pleasure has the exquisite sensation that his mouth gives you and that quickly brings you closer to the edge.

His massive hands squeeze your trembling thighs to hold them in place as he sucks your bundle of nerves hard, you let out a strangled scream as your orgasm hits you violently, your walls tighten around nothing and he continues to suck your clitoris to prolong your pleasure as much as possible and then he licks all the moisture caused by your coming while moaning with happiness as if he finally drank a glass of water after walking all day under Tatooine's crushing suns. He finally backs off when you make a moan of protest as his hot tongue brushes against your hypersensitive clitoris. His lips and chin are covered with your excitement, you make a moaning sound at this sight.

« You have an exquisite taste, I could devour you like this every day sweet little thing. »

« Why not, but before that I need you- please. »

You see him swallowing, his Adam's apple coming up in the process, he quickly wipes his face and then eagerly removes his top without worrying about his recent injury and you are about to tell him to be careful but the words get stuck in your throat when he climbs up to your height to kiss you fervently his tongue hurrying to meet yours and you taste yourself in the kiss, which makes it more exciting in addition to his impressive erection pressing against your thigh.

You run your hand over the warm skin of his torso and then over his well-defined abdominals avoiding the bacta patch you placed on his wound earlier in the evening, Savage shivers with the sensation of your soft little hand touching his skin with such delicacy, the delicacy he has never experienced in his life.

He then exhales noisily against your lips when you finally touch his erection still painfully confined in his pants, his hips instinctively roll against your hand and you begin to make small movements back and forth on his circumference, he seems to lose patience with your deliberately slow strokes but he does nothing to stop you so you take advantage of this to place wet kisses against his cheek, jaw and then his neck that you begin to nibble in a playful way. He clenches his fists against the sheets of your bed, holding back from tearing his pants and penetrating you violently. But he doesn't want to hurt you so he prefers to suffer your sweet torture.

You don't want to make him wait any longer, so you free his cock from his restraints.

He pushes a faint sigh of relief and then he completely removes the tissue of his muscular legs and you widen your eyes comically at the sight of the impressive size of his hard cock also tattooed like the rest of his body - Stars, you can't even imagine the pain of getting tattooed at this sensitive spot -, he must at least be the size of your forearm and also the width, you shudder just by imagining him completely inside you.

He looks at your reaction with half-closed eyes, lust darkening his gaze. But even with his burning desire to fuck you now, he takes the time to ask you in a slightly shy voice:

« Are you sure you want this? »

« Yes I do. »

« Are you really sure? »

Without further ado you grab the base of his hard cock and guide it towards your needy entrance. Savage's grunt echoes against the walls of your apartment, can surely be heard from outside but you don't care, you just want the massive Zabrak deep inside you. He puts his warm hands on your hips and he starts rubbing his head of his cock up and down on your slit, teasing your swollen clitoris as he passes by, making you moan in the process.

He gives you one last look to give you time to stop everything, -which you obviously don't do- and then he starts to penetrate you gently, giving you time to get used to his circumference little by little. You moan in unison as he sinks down to the guard, he is so deep inside you, your sensitive walls stretch to their maximum to accommodate his huge tattooed cock, it's painful yes you don't want to lie, but the desire you feel for him sweeps away all the discomfort. Savage closes its eyes for a few seconds enjoying the sensation of your tight pussy, then he looking at you again and it lowers its gaze to where you are intimately connected.

« You take me so well sweet little girl. » His right hand comes to press gently on the bump of your lower belly that his cock deeply buried in you creates, you both moan again has the sensation.

« You- you can move Savage. »

The hand always on your belly he begins to give small strokes of hips so as not to hurt you, your breath is cut off when he touches a place that makes you see the stars and you grab his broad shoulders.

« Faster - faster! Please… » you managed to say between jerky breaths.

He grunts darkly and clutches your hips strongly to take a faster pace, his blows are deep which makes you moan strongly, completely ecstatic. The wet noises of his skin slamming against yours are so obscene, and Stars you love it. He leans against you, his burning torso flattens against your chest and in his movements his skin rubs your hard nipples. You make a little scream surprised at the new sensation and you feel closer and closer to the end, your walls tighten like a vice around his sex and this makes your companion Zabrak moan, he puts his head in your neck and bites hard the soft flesh, the pain mixed with his cock that quickly sinks into you and his pelvic bone that comes to hit hard against your clitoris full of excitement make you momentarily lose the use of your sight and hearing.

You come harder than ever before and feel your moisture flowing down your inner thighs, your nails dig into Savage's shoulder skin and he shivers, his blows become irregular and you feel his cock throbbing inside you as you gently descend from your state of pure ecstasy.

« I’m near- where... »

    « Inside, don't worry... just fill me up Savage. »

He moans your name with a last blow, sinking deep inside you, then you feel the jets of his warm and thick seed filling you to the brim, you feel so full and satisfied at this moment that you sigh with contentment as you lovingly caress the base of one of the horns behind Savage's head, gently bringing him down from his state too. He nestles his nose in your neck, his sex always buried inside you, not letting a drop of his precious semen escape from your pussy -pure mating instinct-.

« I love you. » Savage's voice is soft against the skin of your neck, your heart is warmed by the words spoken by this man who deserves all the love of the universe. You tenderly caress his neck with a smile, tears of emotion forming in the corners of your eyes.

« I love you too. So much. »

He straightens his head, his golden gaze filled with adoration for you is planted in your watery eyes, he places a large warm and comforting hand against your cheek and then begins to caress it tenderly with his thumb. After a few moments of admiring each other, Savage lowers his face to come connect his lips with yours, kissing you slowly and full of emotion.

After long, tender and loving kisses you feel a wave of fatigue hitting your body and he seems to feel it too so he rolls to the side next to you, taking his cock reluctantly out of the inside of you making his semen flow out of your hole, that makes you shudder, feeling his thick semen flowing along you and then on the sheets already covered with a wet stain caused by your own excitement. Savage gets up then goes into the bathroom, you look at his large muscular and tattooed back as you pass by. You hear the tap water running, then it stop after a few moments and then he comes back with a small wet towel in his right hand.

« Let me clean you up. »

He starts to run the wet towel against your still swollen and a little sticky folds of your fluids, you hum with appreciation to his kind gesture. Your tall Zabrak is actually so caring with you, it makes you fall even more in love with him. After that he carelessly throws the towel on the floor joining your clothes and then lies back in your bed. You approach him to wrap yourself in his warmth to protect you from the cold air that starts to cool the thin layer of sweat on your body caused by your sexual intercourse. He puts his big arm behind your back to draw you even closer to his body, you put your head on his chest and you hear two hearts beating, another peculiarity of his species.

You begin to drowsy to the melody of his hearts beating in his chest, but you hear Savage whispering shyly to you:

« So... you are going to go with me? »

The uncertainty in his voice hurts you, he doesn't want to lose the only being in the universe that has given him affection for the first time in his life. You put a kiss on his chest to reassure her and it seems to relax him a little, but he's still waiting for your answer.

« Of course, how could I live without my hero by my side? »

He puff, while relaxing completely, he caresses your back tenderly when he feels you start to fall asleep, your breathing becoming regular he mumbles to himself:

« Yes, your hero. »

[bruh-haikyuu]

A/N: Timeskip Lev make me go BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF AAARF ARF. P.S: For double the experience, read while listening to this

diapason. | haiba lev

summary: in which lev meets you again and you develop some sort of warm reconnection with your past underclassman. (Continuation of this fic)

word count: 4402

warnings: manga spoilers!!

(n.) a full, rich outpouring of melodious sound

Vienna, Austria. January 2022.

The Danube Canal in mid-winter reminds you of a lot of things:

The Shakujii River flanked with its timeless parade of cherry blossom trees. Christmas celebrations spent at home with your family, popping bottles of soda and whining about misshapen gifts. Your piano recitals played in utter devotion, like the winter would never end.

You’re a long, long way away from home, and you start to hope if anyone is missing you. If there’s a hole in your figure carved into someone’s heart back in Japan or some place in the other side of the world—

What am I thinking... you sigh, bashfully urging yourself to keep on walking.

Nestling deeper into the warmth of your wool scarf, you wonder if it’s the cold ambience of the night that’s making you feel all sappy. Twinkling lights, murmured chatter from late-night cafés, the occasional gust of wind against your cheeks. You never thought you’d get so nostalgic on your “vacation”, but perhaps you’re just like any other hopeless romantic.

“Come to Vienna! A whirlwind of budding love!”

You’d read that advertisement in one of the catalogues your symphony’s personnel manager had excitedly dumped into your lap the day she announced your personal invitation to spectate the Vienna Philharmonic live a few weeks ago. You didn’t think much of the slogan, but even so... you have to admit you’re a tad bit lonely, aren’t you?

You can barely remember a moment where you didn’t feel lonely. You had your family at home, but you’d considered it your fault for being such a shut-in for the most part of your life. The neighborhood kids weren’t exactly the nicest people. And school life hadn’t been much of an improvement either.

Of course, until him.

A colossal first year stumbling into the desolate Orchestra Club room, with a mouth just as big as his stature. Haiba Lev who had been anxiously lost that day you’d met. With such little sense of direction, you can’t help but laugh at how much times he’d managed to find you in that maze of your high school.

He’d find you, talk to you, laugh with you. And you’d never felt all the rushing feelings you’d felt when you were with this dewy-eyed boy. He was the perfect image of confidence—radiant, ambitious and all the more charming.

If only you can thank him. Your hero of sorts. Haiba Lev who poured into you all the faith he had so you could move forward—

“A-ah, excuse me?”

Whipping your head into the direction of the choppy English, a seething blush rises onto your cheeks when you zero in to the large camera lens pointed right at you.

The bearded man speaks again. “Eh... you’re Japanese, aren’t you? Sorry, but we’re having a photoshoot right now, and you’re in the way of our model. Could you maybe...”

Oh dear, you frazzle. Prostrating yourself incessantly at the camera crew, you blunder. “I’m v-very sorry! Waah, I must’ve ruined your picture!”

“It’s fine,” the man smiles kindly. “Things like this often happen anyway. Ain’t that right, Hafu-sama?”

The lean figure behind you laughs, and for a second, you feel your chest flutter in your throat when you hear him. “Yep! Don’t worry about it, Miss—”

You really wish you hadn’t turned around because the moment your eyes locked with a pair of emeralds, you swear that your heart leapt out of your chest. All feeling of chilliness lamented, you feel red heat stretching out across your skin.

“H-Haiba-kun?!”

Unable to keep your footing steady, a stagnant lump rises in your throat when the familiar man grins at you with galaxies in his eyes.

“Fairy-senpai!!”

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Tokyo, Japan. October 2012.

“Senpai!”

Footsteps echoing down the corridor, a wave of frightened third years part to let the gigantic creature of a first year through. Haiba Lev, age 16, is excited. Haiba Lev, 194.3 centimeters tall, is burning with so much resolve that he pays no heed to the Discipline Committee member who is resentfully yelling at him to “stop running in the hallways, you hoodlum!”

But who could blame him?

When you turn around and jolt in surprise, Lev drowns in the tiny fairies that flutter in his chest.

“Haiba-kun? What are you doing here?” you take a moment to register his full presence—considering his substantial size, Lev would probably understand your current disposition.

Finally, you whisper in a low tone, highly aware of the crowd that’s pivoting towards your conversation. “... Did you get lost again?”

“Of course not!” Lev replies rather gruffly. “I wanted to look for you to give you this so I can thank you for when I got lost.”

Thrusting a daintily wrapped bento towards you, the tall boy is rather unabashed about the entire situation—lace cloth and all. There’s a fragrant steam seeping out from the gaps of the box, spooling and wafting (and you think your ears pick up the noise of someone’s rumbling stomach).

You’d thought of spending your lunch alone in your club room, or maybe even the rooftop if you were up for it... like the usual. But the moment Lev starts talking again, you completely forget the idea as a whole.

Innocently grinning, he asks, “Do you want to eat lunch together, L/N-senpai?”

How could you say no?

And thus, here you are in the courtyard with a titan first-year who is nearly twice your size, jovially chattering about as you quietly eat your lunch.

When was the last time you ate something so cute? Your parents stopped making you character bentos since you got into middle school (“Aah... sorry, Y/N. Dad’s hands aren’t as artistic as they used to be,” your father had told you that day, an utter look of guilt dancing across his face). You weren’t too confident in your own skills either, so bentos with endearing faces and shaped cut-outs of vegetables were simply a fragmented piece of the past.

First-years today are so talented, you think, shoveling down your meal in sheer politeness. “This is delicious, Haiba-kun! The chicken is so tender and the rice is so well-seasoned! I wish I had your sense for cooking...”

“My sister made it, actually. I tried to help her cut the eggs, but it ended up being a mess and she told me to just sit and wait in the dining room,” he replies sheepishly, a bubble of laughter slipping from between his lips. “I’m glad you like it though, Senpai! Just wait ‘til my sister hears about your reaction!”

“Does your sister always make your lunches for you?” you ask, curiosity subduing your reserve.

Lev takes a moment to swallow the lump of rice in his mouth.

“Mm, sometimes. If she’s not having a lecture in the morning, she’ll make breakfast. Otherwise, the teriyaki set at the cafeteria is just as good!”

Cafeteria. You shiver. That hellhole of shoving and scrambling and incessant talking... You’re thankful the school had decided to set up a few more vending machines close to campus when you entered your second year.

And then you think of Lev. With that extreme height and intimidating presence, he wouldn’t have to put his foot on the line every time he wanted melon bread, right? And he is definitely the type of person to be able to talk to the loud cafeteria lady without dropping his change.

Confidence. Recklessness. Bliss. All the prime features you wanted, right in front of you—and yet...

“Hey, L/N-senpai?” you snap awake from your thoughts. A dash of concern flashes over your underclassman’s features before he repeats his muted question. “Can I have one of your sausages?”

Peering down at the cluster of uneaten octopus sausages, you quickly nod, face reddening once you realize how close Lev is breathing near you. “G-Go ahead.”

Chirping out a “thank you for the food!”, the silver-haired boy swoops down on a miniature octopus, a sound of immense satisfaction humming in his chest. He’s like a child, you laugh to yourself. A young boy with no sense of care of the world, no concern of what’s going to happen to him unless he really does it.

Leaning back on the bench, you sigh, a smile dawning on your face. “You didn’t have to force yourself to eat lunch with me, you know. I usually eat by myself anyway.”

You’re being apologetic again. You want to punch yourself for even thinking of it. But your habit precedes your intentions, and you can already feel the mood turn sour—

“Why not though?”

Looking up at him incredulously, you can barely string together a coherent response before Lev pipes up again.

“Isn’t food always best when eaten together?”

How pretentious.

There are already valleys of flowers blooming in your stomach at his innocent reply. The same kind that sprouted the day he’d burst into your private practice room. You really hoped you wouldn’t get ahead of yourself anymore. Not with the risks that it carried. But this guileless first year was a much more difficult case than you’d imagined, and thus the flowers go into full blossom.

You smile, the faint blush on Lev’s cheeks going unnoticed. “Yeah. We should eat together more often.”

And so you did. Tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. The passage of time a trivial shadow beneath your budding happiness.

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Vienna, Austria. January 2022.

“You work in a symphony?! Senpai’s job is super cool!”

Under the amber light of the cafe’s chandelier, you can’t help but feel a certain déjà vu at your current situation. Perhaps it’s the fact that you’re having tea with your high school underclassman, or maybe it’s simply the residue of your more recent wistful thinking.

Yet again, it still hasn’t registered into your mind how you’d miraculously manifested Lev into proximity just from your sheer yearning... You kind of feel selfish.

“It’s just a freelance job though, it’s probably not as impressive as being a model,” you say.

Lev crosses his arms huffily, and you worry if you’ve started to offend him. Until he opens his mouth again. “Modelling is suuuper embarassing. Sometimes, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that ‘that’s my face!’ or ‘I made that pose with that other model’. The agency’s really harsh on the way I dress too—I mean, what’s wrong with wearing a shirt that says ‘HERBIVORE’ to go to Lawson’s?”

You stifle a giggle as he rambles on about “the time I had to cross-dress as a woman because the female model quit on the day of the shoot”. For someone who had grown up to be a lean, rather attractive figure, you can’t shake your head away from the thought that the 16-year old Haiba Lev is still stuck inside the body of a corporate slave. There’s a sense of relief that accompanies the feeling, and memories of your high school days slowly come into picture—

“One black tea and a latte for the lovely couple?” a kind-looking waiter gently sidles in between you, cutting Lev off from his rant, and you from your reflection.

Turning a vivid shade of crimson, you stutter, “O-oh... we are not—”

“Thank you,” Lev grins dashingly, enough to make your heart race and a few passers-by to stop in their tracks.

Once the waiter retreats back into the pantry, the man across you slowly leans forward to whisper endearingly. “My sister wants me to practice my English while I’m abroad. You think I got my message across, Senpai?”

“You did well, Haiba-kun.” There are a lot of things you want to ask him really. If he really knew the meaning behind the waiter’s sentence. Or if he realized he’d nearly pronounced ‘you’ with an extra ‘th’.

... Or why he’s pouring in a mound of sugar into your cup of tea.

“H-Haiba-kun, that order’s mine...”

“Hm? Yeah, I know,” he mutters, the soft clinking of the spoon against glass echoing in your head. “You like your stuff really sweet, right? Man, I used to be really worried the first few times we had tea together.”

That’s right, you gulp. The endless hours you’d spent together in the Orchestra Club room... he really did learn a lot of things about you that time, didn’t he? Although you had merely been friends, Lev had grown on you, as if he’d always been there from the start. And you wonder: what else does he remember about you?

“Ah, by the way,” Lev starts. “Are you still thinking about setting up that music store you wanted?”

“Of course,” you mumble. It was only a naïve dream was what you meant to say, but in the presence of such a captivating man, all the gears in your head seemed to... dislocate.

Lev smiles a simple smile. Boyish at best, but still enough to enrapture you into his lingering gaze.

“I’m glad.... I’m glad you haven’t given up. You know, the old L/N-senpai would’ve called it quits because you thought you weren’t good enough. But look at you now! Soon enough, you’ll be off to teach music to the world.”

Your heart is already doubling in size at his words. Any more and you’d probably explode... You’d lost it. You’ve lost all the capability to keep your heart in control, and now you are smiling like a maniac in front of the last person you wanted to see in this state.

But he only laughs. Youthful and full of color. Unchanging from all those years ago.

“Wahahaha! You finally smiled! We should celebrate, you know. Just a small holiday from all that hard work. Say... are you still going to be in Vienna in the weekend?”

“I’m free on those days. But what’s all this about?”

Hiding his bashful smirk behind his cup of coffee, Lev murmurs. “We have some catching up to do, don’t we—Uwaah! Hot!”

Unchanging indeed, you shake your head, calling over the waiter for an extra set of napkins.

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Tokyo, Japan. February 2013.

There is a tea party set stashed between the two cardboard boxes filled with sheet music and spare melodicas. They’ve been left behind by your graduated seniors, who insisted that tea, “as the prime component to a good host”, was to be kept in the club room at all times, case there were any visiting guests.

...Of course, such things never happened. And you always ended up drinking the tea by yourselves. But even with the departure of your beloved seniors, you can never shake off the habit of drinking and restocking the supplies whenever required.

So you wonder if you should really be thanking your tea-loving upperclassmen for the free beverages.

“That’s a lot of sugar!” Lev gasps in awe, the emeralds in his eyes twisting and shining with the cascade of crystals falling into your cup of tea. “I bet you have a lot of cavities in your mouth, Senpai.”

“I brush my teeth very well so I don’t think anything like that’s every happened to me,” you say, irritably trying to ignore the tactless comment from your starry-eyed underclassman. “It’s been a while since you’ve been in my club room, hasn’t it? I’m glad you didn’t get lost trying to get here.”

He grumbles, crossing his arms in faux-anger. “Geez! I won’t get lost like that so easily! Besides...”

Lev takes a moment to drink in the warmth of the club room’s solace. The grand piano in the corner. The orange light streaming through the open curtains. Your curious face, like something out of a fairytale book.

“This place is full of good memories, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll ever forget something like that.”

You chuckle at his monologue. “You sound like my grandfather, Haiba-kun.”

Lev’s face warps into something reminiscent of a prune.

“Senpai, we’re only two years apart!” he fumes. “You didn’t invite me here just to crush my self-esteem, right?! C-Come on, aren’t you going to show me the audition piece you wanted me to hear?”

There is a burning urge inside of you that’s telling you to “pull at his leg just a little more...”, but nevertheless, the artist within you says to keep your audience at bay. And so, the curtains open and your fingers dance on familiar keys.

You’ve played for him before. Songs like ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’ or ‘Ma Mère L’oye’. Songs that you love, much like the one you’re performing for him right now. But you’re shaking in your seat. Wondering, anticipating, fearing.

He’s staring so much, you bite your lip, trying to avert your focus from Lev’s unbreakable gaze.

A single spectator wracks your brain even more than a theatre full of different kinds people—enthusiasts, university scouts, onlookers. But in your dismal, little club room, there is only your underclassman. Someone who knows nothing of music, but lacks so much knowledge that you know any of his critique would come from honesty alone.

...Why do you care so much about one person’s opinion?

You don’t realize how long you’ve been pondering until your train of thought is abruptly thwarted by the end of your song. You finish on a satisfying note and your endearing onlooker suddenly springs on his feet to shower you in applause.

“What the heck—that was so cool! I’ve never seen anyone play like that before!” Lev stumbles, everything and anything he’d planned to say pouring out as a blubbering mess as your face grows hotter from the attention. “Senpai, you’ll definitely pass the audition if you play just like that.”

“Y-You really think so?” he’s probably just being nice, you think. But for a spare moment, could you simply imagine that he means every word?

“I know so!” he smiles, the palpitations in your chest growing intense by the second. “You just have to keep going, won’t you?”

Even if you’re not brave enough to believe it, you want to believe that there’s a single Haiba Lev in this unyielding universe who believes that you, a mere side character who wishes for more, can and will.

You feel invincible.

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Vienna, Austria. January 2022.

Did you know that swans mate for life? As a symbol of love and affection, they’re widely known to curve their necks together in a shape of a heart when courting. A form of elegance at its finest... until they start hissing.

“They’re so big! Senpai, come take a look at the swans!”

Folding the brochure into a tiny square, you return to your companion’s side, peering over the railings of the bridge to catch a glimpse of the thrush of white feathers down below.

You gulp. They are much larger than you expected.

“They’re surprisingly loud, aren’t they?” you mutter, watching a cygnet waddle its way out of the water onto the banks of the canal. You didn’t want to say, but it slightly reminded you of Lev the first time he’d waddled his way into the the Orchestra Club room.

With the constant squawking of the swans, the both of you find yourself in silence. For you, at least, the past two days viewing all sorts of Austrian sights with Lev had been strangely more gratifying than you’d fathomed. Lev, who’d been as excitable as he’d always been, breathes in peace, plumes of white forming from his mouth.

“This weekend’s been nice, hasn’t it?” you break the silence, observing the smooth junctures of his face. Lev turns to you slowly, his voice squeezing out.

“Don’t say that.”

Your blood freezes. “What?”

“Saying things like that...” Lev sighs wilfully and turns back to the view of the canal. He frowns. “I don’t want to think that this weekend is going to be over soon.”

You want to cry out. Me too. Me too, me too, me too. Your entire body is so full of butterflies you want to double over and pass out. But he continues.

“Travelling and talking with you is so fun, I never want it to end... It’s kind of embarrassing,” he says, eyes sparkling. “D-Do you think so too? Am I a selfish person for thinking that?”

You shake your head. “It’s not embarrassing, Haiba-kun. I—”

Are you red? Are you blushing? Your face feels so hot, you can’t even finish your sentence. He’s so close. So close to you. You want to be reliable, you want to reply, but you can’t. Under his bewitching gaze, you’ve fallen so deep.

When Lev opens his mouth again, it’s like everything around you—the bridge, the people, the swans have entirely vanished. “L/N-senpai, c-can I tell you something? Something I wanted to tell you for a long time.”

Eh?

“I’ve always liked you, Senpai. I really, really like you.”

Blank. Your mind goes blank, even when you whisper a small, “Really?”

You’re happy, you’re so happy you want to jump and shout to the world that you love him. Awfully. Dearly. It’s all like a train had crashed into you headfirst, and you can’t settle on a proper response before the floodgates burst open.

“Wh-Whoa! Don’t cry!” he flails his arms in panic as more tears dribble down your cheeks. “Geez, Senpai, at least reply to me first...”

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” you laugh, wiping your eyes with the edges of your scarf. “I’m just so happy, I didn’t know how to react.”

Lev’s chest inflates for a moment before he lunges forward to encapsulate you in his embrace. Between the persistent layers of clothing, the beating of his heart resonates deeply against your face. It’s quick and lively, warm enough to remind you of the swirled feelings that you harbor for one another.

“Oh, thank god...” Lev grins, burying his face in your shoulder. “You feel the same way...”

Humming calmly into his ear, you revel in the closure. “I really, really like you too, Haiba-kun.”

And none of you lets go—save for when a swan makes its way up to the bridge to peck at Lev’s boots.

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Tokyo, Japan. March 2023.

“... Lev, wake up.”

Feeling a slight nudge on his cheek, Lev tethers over opening his eyes to wonder at your beautiful smile or bury his face even deeper into the sheets.

It’s not like he didn’t favor you, but as of now, the comforts of your shared bed was more important. And thus, Haiba Lev, age 26, shrouds himself under the plush duvet and focuses himself on the sweet dream he was having about you.

“Lev, I know you can hear me...” he hears you sigh, long and airy, just enough to lull him back to sleep. “You have a fitting today, don’t you? You’re going to trouble Matsuyo-san and Alisa-nee if you arrive late.”

Isn’t that on Thursday? Actually... what day is it today? He isn’t very good with dates and formalities—that’s why he considers himself lucky to have you! A cute lover to bring him back to land during the day, and to shower with love and to cuddle with during the evening.

Yawning widely, Lev owlishly wrenches his eyes open, the crystalline sunlight from the bedroom window illuminating your face like a halo.... and was that his shirt you were wearing?

Lucky me~ he grins goofily.

Pressing his lips together, Lev pulls you by the wrist and before you can avoid the sudden attack, you’ve collapsed once more into a tangled mess of limbs and crooked sheets, with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Let’s just stay in bed today, Y/N-san~” he slurs, nuzzling closer to you. How catlike, you think. “I want to be lovey-dovey and kissy-kissy again...”

He yawns again, a few stray tresses of silver falling over his face. As if he wasn’t as attractive every hour of the day, you really have learned how to take control of your extreme heart palpitations around him.

Your adorable younger boyfriend, ah... he really is your weakness, isn’t he?

“I’m really sorry, but I have to open up the shop soon,” you reluctantly peel yourself away from him, eliciting a small whimper from the Leviathan in your bed. “I’ll make it up to you when I finish teaching my evening lessons and when you come home, okay?”

Stubborn as a goat, Lev grumbles. “I’ll come back early, you know. Can you not do your evening lessons today?”

“Hm? Why not?” your raised eyebrow is cynical, but is juxtaposed by the gentle strokes of your palm on the crown of his head.

As much as Lev loves you (he does, he really does!), it’s rather annoying when he can’t tell if you’re seriously being oblivious or simply teasing him. He hopes for neither, but in his case, you’re an addict to his gags and without a doubt, you’re definitely messing with him right now.

“Those damn brats... I don’t like the way they stare you up during your classes.”

You laugh, raucously. And Lev considers leaving you to catch a break from the constant jeering. When you finally pipe down, you shift closer to him and press your head onto his bare chest.

“Lev, they’re nine. How else are they going to learn to play if they don’t watch me do it first?” you chuckle. “You shouldn’t worry so much about me. You should be worrying about that fitting you have in a few hours.”

“Geez, fine,” he groans. “A kiss before I shower?”

You know exactly where this is going. “Just one.”

Lighting up like a Christmas tree, Lev makes quick work of his hands and tenderly cup your cheek before placing a timid kiss on your lips.

No morning breath, you notice. As expected of a professional model.

“One more...” he whispers, swooping down on your lips once again.

Two, three and maybe seven kisses later, Lev has you caged between his arms, his looming figure propped proudly over you as he continues to pepper you with affection. The moment he starts to lap up your bottom lip, you know you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

“It’s so early, Y/N-san,” he mumbles, pleading eyes making your heart turn to jelly. “We have a few more hours before we really have to go, don’t we? So... in the meantime...?”

Sighing, you can only turn a deep red—he really has you around his finger, doesn’t he? Oh well. You suppose it won’t hurt to push back your morning lessons for a few minutes, right?

[casuallyimagining]

Postcards

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Jungkook goes on tour without you, and he sends back mementos to let you know he’s thinking of you. Notes: Part of the Long Term Couples series.  Read more here

The postcards had started to appear in your mailbox in mid-August. One or two a week, sometimes three, always a few days between to space out their appearance. And while it was October and they had been appearing regularly, you had to admit that each one was a surprise.

You thought maybe eventually the novelty would wear off, or that it would become too expensive to send mail to Seoul from halfway across the planet. But their appearance never ceased.

Sometimes, you would find more than one postcard in your mailbox at a time, the handwriting on each different--sometimes sloppy, sometimes cramped, sometimes tall characters, sometimes short ones--but you looked forward to the neat, even-spaced handwriting the most.

It had been months, and even though you talked on the phone every night, you missed Jungkook more than you anticipated.

Any other tour, you’d be there with him and the rest of his members. Any other tour, you were a valuable member of the crew--working with the stagehands and the production staff to make sure every concert ran as smoothly as possible. But this wasn’t a world tour, and really, it hadn’t been planned too far in advance. So as Jungkook and the boys traipsed across Europe and Asia, you were stuck in your apartment with Kimchi, Jungkook’s Jindogae puppy.

The first few postcards were a little worse for wear. Kimchi hadn’t mastered yet to leave things alone when you commanded him, and the postcards--which were just the perfect size for a puppy to steal from your coffee table--had been punished for the pup’s poor behavior.

You worked harder on Kimchi’s training, and you went out and bought little frames to protect the postcards from any further punishment. You had agonized over which side to display at first--knowing Jungkook, he had really put thought into which postcard image to send--but in the end, you decided that the message was more important than the location. You could always flip them later when you were missing him less.

When a new one arrived, you reread the old ones. After a few weeks, you had most of them memorized. And while you loved and cherished them all, the first one was your favorite. Partly because it was the first and it was a surprise, but partly because it was so different from the others.

The front was a photo of London’s Tower Bridge at dusk, the lights on the supports twinkling in the near-darkness. On the back was an image of the Union Jack with the opacity turned way down. The message was a short and simple “London isn’t the same without you. We miss you a lot. I love you! - Kookie,” but it was how it was written that made you smile. The handwriting was the messiest you had ever seen Jungkook produce. It was almost like he was in a hurry, like it was a last-minute, rushed decision. Like he had seen it at the train station and just had to buy it.

The second had arrived with two friends. One, from Jimin, was a picture of a Scottish Terrier in green and red plaid and simply said “Wish you could have come with us! We met a friendly dog wearing a kilt. You would have loved him.” The second was from Yoongi and had a picture of the Clyde River at sunset on the front. On the back, he told you in a fairly lengthy message about their first of three concerts in Glasgow, how much fun they were having, and how much you would love Scotland. The writing was so tiny you could barely read it, and even then, Yoongi had almost run out of space.

The last one was a cute cartoon of a shaggy-haired Highland cow. On the back, Jungkook’s handwriting was neat this time and evenly spaced. No more rushing. This one was intentional. “We saw these cows in person! They reminded me of your hair in the morning!”

A few days later, a postcard from Amsterdam. The following week, ones from Berlin and Paris. By the time the European leg of the tour ended in Barcelona, you had at least one postcard from each of the six other members. You had started hanging them in the small makeshift office space you had in your living room, 12 in total so far, clustered together in what you hoped was a tasteful display.

The messages were mixed. Some, like the ones from Yoongi and Taehyung, were longer and more thoughtful. Hobi’s was just bright musings about his day and a wish for your wellbeing while they’re away. Namjoon had sent one from Amsterdam that also contained vandalism by Jimin. Jin’s from Paris was simply just a collection of jokes he had picked up along the way. Really, they were all very predictable.

Jungkook’s on the other hand… those were all wildcards. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. In addition to his cow from Glasgow, he had sent you one from Amsterdam in which he mused about clogs and windmills, one from Berlin that was just him saying “I love you” in every language he could think of, one from Paris where he just talked about some ice cream he and Jimin had gotten, and one from Barcelona where he told you how he made some sort of mistake at the concert that he knew he wouldn’t have made had you been there because, in his words, “you always have my back.”

The postcards were chaotic, and stream-of-consciousness, and oh so Jungkook that it made your heart both ache and swell every time you looked at them.

When the boys arrived back in Asia, you could tell immediately just from the postcards you received. Not just the images, either. The messages had an entirely different tone.

From Tokyo, it was a watercolor painting of one of the shrines and a simple message of how much he missed you.

From Osaka, it was a photo of the cherry blossom festival and the desire to make a point to visit to see the flowering trees the following year.

And from Fukuoka, it was from the art museum, and held a promise to take you there as soon as he could because they had works by Roy Lichtenstein and Mark Rothko he and Namjoon both thought you would love to see.

One postcard from Jungkook for every international city the mini-tour stopped in. They had one more concert in Seoul and then he would be home. Unfortunately, they landed early in the morning and then were swept away to rehearse, so you wouldn’t be able to see him until after the concert.

So you sat on your couch, curled up under a blanket, watching reactions to the band’s various music videos and fan compilations on YouTube. It had become one of your favorite pastimes in recent weeks. Currently, you were making your way through one channel’s reactions playlist. Three men sat at a table, two of whom were apparently hip-hop dancers, and they were reacting to “Daechwita.” Clearly they were into it--the two dancers kept making the guy in the middle pause the video so they could rewatch certain bits.

You and Kimchi both jumped at the knock at your door, the dog giving a warning bark, his ears trained towards the door. It was quiet, and then you heard the soft ‘fwip’ of something being slid under your door. Kimchi was up in a second to investigate, and you followed, giving the dog a sharp ‘leave it’ so he wouldn’t destroy whatever it was.

Curious, you bent down to pick it up. It was a piece of thick paper, no more than 16 centimeters in length. Immediately, your heart began to race. It was a postcard. From Seoul.

Kimchi must have sensed your feelings because he gave a confused bark, his attention turned back to the door. You flipped the postcard over. It was blank--no address, no stamp--except for one small line of neat Hangul. “I missed you.”

Without thinking, you opened the door. Kimchi was in the hall in a second, barking at a pair of black combat boots. The man attached to the boots attempted to shush the dog. You laugh as he tried to shoo Kimchi back into the house. His wide eyes met yours then, and he was laughing, too, a smile blazing like wildfire across his lips.

“Kimchi, in,” you commanded the dog sharply, and with one more bark, he retreated into your apartment. You motioned with your head for the man to enter as well. He did as he was told.

As soon as the door was shut, you pulled him to you. He smelled like Downy and vanilla, but also airplane and sweat and rain. His clothes were drenched--was it raining? You hadn’t noticed. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you to him tightly. You had forgotten how much his hugs felt like home.

A few moments passed as you stood there in your entryway just holding each other. Your mind vacillating between getting lost in him and wandering. Why wasn’t he at the concert? It didn’t matter, because he was here. Did they get rained out? Who cares, he’s home. You felt his lips press against the side of your head.

You pulled back, your hands going to his cheeks, thumbs ghosting against his soft skin. “Jungkook,” you breathed. He smiled softly, his eyes giving away how happy he was to be there.

Silently, you stood there, hands on his face, his own on your waist, as you stared at him, trying to commit him to memory. His hair was longer, the ends turning under slightly as they dried from the rain. His face was a little flushed, though you weren’t sure whether it was from the chilly bite of the late October air or something else.

“Not that I’m not so incredibly glad you’re here,” you began, your eyes meeting his. “But why are you here?”

He laughed, letting go of your waist so he could loosen the laces of his boots. “Rained out. I guess they’ve been having problems with the retractable roof at the stadium.” He shrugged, kicking his boots off haphazardly. Kimchi barked at the noise, running to investigate the shoes. “They’re going to reschedule, I guess?”

You nodded. As soon as his shoes were off, Jungkook pulled you close again, one arm slung over your shoulders as he led you into the living room. You sat on the corner of the couch, and immediately he was leaning into you, nudging your arm up over his shoulders so that you were the one holding him. You could feel him sigh against you, his head falling and resting against yours.

“God, I missed this,” he admitted softly.

“I missed you.” He ducked his head, burying his face in your neck. You felt him smile against your skin, pressing a light kiss there.

With the excitement of him finally being home starting to wear off, you remembered the postcard still clutched in your hand. You made an excited noise and jumped to your feet, scurrying over to your desk. Jungkook protested the lack of contact with a whine, his arms trailing after you as you moved.

He watched you pick up one of the empty frames and slide the postcard into it. “Whatcha doing?”

“Saving it,” you said simply, holding it up to the wall with the others to see where it would look best.

“You framed them?”

“I like them. They’re sweet.”

He laughed, and you could hear him stand and move closer. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, going silent as he inspected your handiwork. “You really liked them?”

You hummed, placing the newly framed postcard on your desk before reaching up to pat his cheek. “Of course I like them. I missed you guys.”

“Honestly, I don’t even remember sending some of them. We only spent like a day in Amsterdam and Barcelona. I had to grab some of them at the airport.” He squeezed you tighter. “Do you know how hard it is to find a postcard nowadays?”

You spun in his grasp so you were facing him, one hand on his cheek. “Thank you for making the effort.”

Jungkook smiled at you, gentle and sweet. “I will always make the effort for you.”

Read more of the series here

[swifteforeverandalways]

Notes: so @lilmissriottbliss and I have both been watching a lot of Chicago Med and decided that the Chicago shows now officially take place in Emoverse! This is just a lil’ one shot of Kate being injured, Rhea and Toni taking her to Chicago Med, and everyone finding out Ethan was once SHIELD. If anyone has questions, toss them in my inbox!

“Hold on, just hold on,” Rhea Ripley muttered, half under her breath, as she ran down the street. Kate Kane was laying, half limp, in Rhea’s arms. It was supposed to be a normal trip, a vacation almost, to Chicago before WWE started touring again but it ended in disaster. Even on vacation, Kate brought her Batwoman suit and it ended with her stabbed.

“M fine,” Kate murmured weakly, even as blood steadily bled out of the wound.

“You aren’t fine, you got stabbed!” Toni snapped, her tone shaky. Kate tried to roll her eyes but winced instead as they burst into the Emergency Department at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center.

“Help! We need some help over here!” Rhea shouted. A nurse rushed up to them.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“I’m Rhea, that’s Toni, and this is Kate. Please. You need to help her!” Rhea pleaded.

“Dr. Halstead, over here!” The nurse yelled. A tall, well built man with red hair rushed up.

“What happened?” He demanded.

“We Uh….we um….” Toni stumbled over the question so Rhea quickly butt in.

“We were at the park and Kate was climbing in a tree and fell,” Rhea quickly lied. Dr. Halstead looked unconvinced but still helped Kate onto a gurney. “Someone page Dr. Choi!” “Already on it!” A nurse yelled.

“You look really familiar,” Another nurse commented. “Kate!” Toni cried

“Listen, will you help my girlfriend or not!” Rhea snapped. A Korean man ran up and checked on Kate, making orders quickly.

“Get me a CBC, CMP, tox screen, and type and screen. STAT,” he commanded.

“Make sure the tubes are green and lavender,” Dr. Halstead said before adding a, “Or Raya will have my ass” under his breath. One of the nurses snorted.

“Looks like whatever stabbed her missed her lung by about a centimeter” Dr. Choi said.

“What the hell stabbed her?” Dr. Halstead asked. Toni paled. “She fell off a tree, I didn’t even look when we picked her up” Dr. Choi looked at the two women, frowning. Kate’s heartbeat went slow. “She’s stable” A nurse said, another snapping her finger. “I know you two! You’re wrestlers!”

“Bloody hell, can’t we go anywhere and not be recognized,” Toni grumbled.

“April, leave them alone,” Dr. Choi said with a smile.

“I’ll take the tubes down to the lab,” a new doctor said, walking up.

“Thanks Nat!”

The doctor walked off with the tubes in hand.

“Where can we wait?” Toni asked

“I’ll show you….I actually have a few questions for you two,” Dr. Choi said. Rhea nodded. Dr. Choi led them to a small room and shut the door behind them, crossing his arms and looking at the two. Rhea did the same, Toni sitting down.

“I’ve been a doctor for a very long time, and I know what kinds of injuries are caused by what. And I know that she didn’t fall out of a tree. So what happened?” Dr. Choi said. Rhea looked him in the eye. “I can’t tell you that”

“Why not? Was this a domestic dispute? Those injuries are more from a knife than falling from a tree”

"It wasn't a fight with us, and that's all I can say"

“Kate helps SHIELD,” Toni added.

“The agency that works with the Avengers?”

“Yes, her father runs Crows Security in Gotham,” Rhea said.

“That explains where I’ve seen her. Used to do medical for Shield”

“So trust us when we say, this wasn’t a dispute with us.”

He sighed. “Fine. But don’t be surprised if Chicago P.D gets involved” Toni nodded

“And we’ll let SHIELD know….why did you leave them?” Rhea asked. Dr. Choi’s jaw tightened. “That’s none of your business”

“Fine,” Rhea snapped, “But some agents will be coming here.”

“Then you can ask them” he left. “What a dick”

“We should call Bobbi and let her know.”

Rhea nodded. Toni pulled out her phone, dialing up the number.

“Hello?”

“Hi Bobbi, do you know a Dr. Choi?”

“Yeah, he used to work for SHIELD. Why?”

“Because Kate had a incident with a knife and I’m pretty sure him and Rhea are gonna hurt each other”

“I’ll be there ASAP”

“Thank you”

About fifteen minutes later, Bobbi Morse strode into the room with Jade on her heels.

“Ethan!” She greeted the doctor

“Bobbi. Jade,” Ethan nodded. Bobbi pulled him into a hug, Ethan awkwardly returning it.

“How have you been? It's been ages.”

“Good”

“Have you been going to therapy or are you still overworking yourself?”

“The second one” Will interrupted.

“Damn, he looks like he could be Romanroger’s kid,” Jade joked. Bobbi snorted, turning to Ethan. “I thought when you retired you said you’d take care of yourself.”

Ethan shrugged, looking away awkwardly. Bobbi sighed, noticing Rhea glaring.

“So why did he leave?” Toni asked Bobbi and Jade. Ethan glared.

“What, you said to ask them,” Toni said.

“Ethan used to be a field agent” Bobbi said

“Ooh,” Rhea and Toni nodded in understanding.

“Went down to medical after a mission, been a doctor ever since” Ethan added

“So what happened to Kate? Is she okay?” Jade asked.

“She was stabbed”

“We’re just waiting on the blood test results,” Will added before his phone buzzed with a text.

“Why is Saraya texting you in all caps?”

“Something about Nat saying we were being rude”

Ethan laughed. Will smacked him. “She might be tiny but she’s gonna kick my ass!”

Ethan laughed again. Will stared at Ethan. “Stop laughing!”

“To be fair, tiny people can be scary. One of our wrestlers…..” Toni shuddered, “Took out a guy.”

“With a broken nose”

There was a knock at the door. Will made a noise.

“Come in,” Ethan said. A small woman holding lab papers walked in, glaring at Will. “Hey Raya” She marched up to him and began poking him in the chest. “You. Do. Not. Get. To. Be. Rude. To. Wrestlers!”

“I apologized!”

“Still rude to be rude to them!”

Ethan silently walked out. “Actually it makes sense he's former SHIELD” Rhea noted.

“He never did say where he was before coming here,” Will mused.

“Was he in the Budapest mission?” Jade asked Bobbi, who nodded.

“Thought I recognized him. What happened?”

Bobbi let out a long breath.

“He got shot in the knee, guy came close to killing him, retired from field work not long after”

“Damn,” Jade shook her head.

“He was a good agent”

Bobbi nodded. “He was”

“A bit. Not much, Jemma did a lot more as did Lincoln”

“Lincoln was smart enough to work in med shit?”

“Had a medical degree and everything”

“We sure he didn’t cheat?” “Jade!”

“What?” Jade grinned cheekily. Bobbi shook her head. “I was on Budapest, hell of a two day mission”

Will frowned as there was another knock on the door. A man who looked similar too but a little bit older than Will, and with darker hair, walked in with Natalie behind him.

“This is Detective Halstead”

“Jay Halstead,” Jay extended his hand, “I understand this involved SHIELD?”

“Yes, we can’t exactly say that out loud” Jay nodded

“What happened to the perp?”

“I might have punched him out and left for CPD to deal with” Rhea flexed. “These aren’t just for TV”

Toni laughed slightly, nuzzling her face against Rhea’s shoulder.

“Wow” Jay said

“So will Kate make it?” Toni asked.

“Well she’s in surgery right but we have the best surgeons in the state”

“Not to mention her blood type is O pos, which we have a good amount of, and the rest of her results look normal,” Saraya added. Rhea breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Anyway, I need to get back to the lab,” Saraya said, handing the lab papers to Will.

“Love you” She mock glared. Natalie laughed, pulling her into a hug.

“Where’s Ethan at?”

“He walked out.”

Saraya sighed. Natalie bumped her shoulder gently. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing much, just thinking about my application to join Shield”

“You applied for SHIELD?”

“Yup. Didn’t get in because of an underlying heart condition”

“Underlying heart condition?” Will frowned.

“Arrhythmia” Saraya said. Will let out a breath.

“Now that I think about it, it was a blessing in disguise. I was able to finish my MLS program”

Will wrapped her into a hard hug. Saraya hugged him back, laughing. “April’s missing too so I assume I know where Ethan is”

“God I was such a bitch to him” Rhea whined.

“Eh, you were worried about Kate. If it had been me injured, Jade would’ve killed him,” Bobbi shrugged. Jade stuck her tongue out.

“Jade’s a bit overprotective,” Bobbi explained, noticing the confused looks on Will, Natalie, and Saraya’s faces. Toni coughed. “Bit?”

“Not my fault I don’t want my wife killed,” Jade shrugged.

“Ethan’s having a panic attack!” April ran down the hall.

“I’ll page Dr. Charles,” Will said but Bobbi grabbed his arm.

“Let me go” She ran after April. In the break room, Ethan was sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees.

“Ethan” Bobbi knelt down and grabbed his hands.

“Leave me alone,” Ethan muttered.

“Not happening” Bobbi sat in front of Ethan, “I know you’re scared, but do you remember what you told me? Back when I was having these?”

Ethan looked up

“That you were safe at SHIELD,” he said.

“Exactly. So you’re safe here”

“How do you know?” Ethan whispered.

“Because you have friends here. You’re alive”

Ethan licked his lips. April leaned down and hugged his head to her chest.

“I’m here for you,” she whispered. Ethan held onto her and took deep breaths. “I’m such a idiot for talking about Budapest”

“Sometimes it feels good to talk about traumas, sometimes I feel better when I talk about….you-know-who,” Bobbi said. Ethan nodded, April kissing his head. “I’m guessing you’re his girlfriend”

April held out her hand. “Fiancée, actually.”

“Nice job Ethan”

Ethan chuckled slightly.

“Alright let’s get up” April eased him off the ground. Ethan smiled at her, hugging her tightly.

“Thank you Bobbi”

“Anytime,” Bobbi smiled.

[iilaminexx]

Male Yandere x Male Reader

Nobody's POV

(Y/n) hummed silently, slinging a heavy grocery bag over his shoulder.  Just moments ago the male had been in a small store, collecting some food for himself.  He realized this morning most of the snacks in his house were already eaten, so he ventured out to buy some more.  His gaze flicked from the ground to the watch evident on his wrist.  Fortunately, he had just enough time to quickly walk home, get changed, then race to school.  

(Y/n) (L/n) was a tall teen, who had (s/m/l) (h/c) hair.  He had a well-built body, considering the fact he was on the swimming team.  Today he wore a pair of baggy grey sweatpants, with a white hoodie, which he soon would swap out for his uniform.

Finally reaching his small apartment, (Y/n) bursts through his door, swiftly placing the bag on the kitchen counter.  If he wanted to make it to school, he'd have to rush.  So that's what he was doing.  Hurrying to his tiny bedroom, (Y/n) hurries to change, creating multiple creases on the button-up dress shirt.  

"No time to eat," (Y/n) grumbles to himself, dashing past the open kitchen.  As well as slamming open the door, (Y/n) snatched up his school bag.  Judging by his messy uniform plus hair, you could tell he had a rough morning.  

(Y/n)'s parents sadly passed when he was nine, so he was forced into a group home.  Growing up he was never adopted, so he was able to stay by himself.  But on one condition, the agents were allowed to check on him once in a while.  Panting slightly, (Y/n) charges toward the school building, luckily living three blocks away.  However, it still took some energy out of him when he was rushing.  

"(Y/n)!"

"Huh?"

"Over Here!" a voice calls, coming from the other side of the street.  Whipping his head around (Y/n) spotted his friend, Marcus, standing ahead of him, on the opposite side of the road.  Marcus was a tall male, with dark brown hair that sometimes fell in front of his emerald green eyes.  Those green eyes had small light brown flecks mixed in, making them look even prettier.  Overall he was an extremely cute guy, just like (Y/n) was. 

"Oh, Hey Marc!" (Y/n) shouts back, making his way toward the teen.  Marcus and (Y/n) had been friends since middle school, both sharing the love of swimming.  Marcus was actually on the swimming team as well, he had joined at the same time (Y/n) did.  

"Hey," Marcus responds, "have you heard about the transfer student?"

"Transfer student?"

"Yep, it's a guy, he's supposed to get here today."

"Woah...How did you find out about this?"

"Word travels fast, and unlike you, I actually listen," Marcus teases, as the pair walked together.  Along the way, the two jabbed at each other, making meaningless jokes.  Eventually reaching the gigantic high school, the duo marched toward the door.  As they stepped inside, their ears were attacked with multiple voices at once.  Students littered the hallway, never leaving their view.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of people..." Marcus huffs, staring at the crowd.  Marcus used to think he wasn't that popular, even though he was famous all over school, for his talent plus looks.  But now he's grown to understand, that if he walked into a room, heads definitely would turn.  Which they did.  Countless others bombarded the male, talking over each other trying to gin his attention.

(Y/n) sighed as many people introduced themselves to him as well, yet still put on a small smile to humor them.  During all the ruckus, the ear-deafening bell erupted, alarming students to make their way to class.  Bidding Marcus goodbye, (Y/n) trudged to class, his bag dangling from his shoulder.  

"Welcome, class!" Mr. Moran exclaims, a smile clear on his face.  

"Today I'd like to introduce the new transfer student, this is Max Salant," He explains, gesturing to the teen beside him.  The newbie was a dark cool blonde, whose eyes were the lightest of brown.  His build matched Marcus's, which meant he was quite muscular.  He wore the same uniform as every other guy in the school did, a simple button-up dress shirt, with black dress pants.  Keeping his eyes on the newbie, (Y/n) started for his seat.  

"Mr. (L/n)! I'd like you to show Max around the school!"

"Wait, what ab-"

"No need to worry, another student will catch you up when you come back!"

"Alrighty then..." (Y/n) mutters, dropping his bag beside his desk.  Before he could start walking, the other boy appeared in front of him, making (Y/n) flinch.  Max had a wide grin on his face, staring at (Y/n) intensely.  "Uhm...Let's get going..."

(After they left the classroom)

"Have any idea's on what club you may join?" (Y/n) questions, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.  Currently, the two were walking down the hall, as (Y/n) pointing out to rooms, and naming them.

"Yeah, I enjoy art, so I may just join that," answers Max, running a hand through his silky locks.

"You any good?" (Y/n) asks, trying to make a conversation out of it.

"Kind of, I like to think I am, others may not," Max sighs, dropping his hand to his side.  "are you in a club?"

"Yep, I'm on the swim team,"

"That's cool."

"Mhm..."

(Two Months Later) 

The past two months, (Y/n) and Max had begun a friendship, along with Marcus.  Throughout that time, Max joined the art club and even visited (Y/n) when he had swim practice.  There were some moments where he would glare at Marcus, which sorta made (Y/n) nervous.  But of course, he blew it off thinking Max was just playing around.  How wrong was he.

(Y/n) marched down to the art room, in search of Max.  The duo had a project due this Wednesday, and today was Monday, so they needed it done soon.  Sliding open the door, (Y/n) froze, his breathing stopping to a halt.  

"Ma-Marcus..." (Y/n) chokes, gazing at the bloody body lying on the floor.  Spread across the room was the red liquid, splattered on the wall and floor.  Looking around the room once more, (Y/n) spotted a painting.  The painting was of him and Max sketched with the blood of Marcus.

"You made it!"

"Max..." (Y/n) shivers, his gaze still fixated on the art.  "Did you do this?" asks (Y/n) obviously talking about Marcus.

"Mhm! Marcus was getting in the way, don't you think??" Max chuckles as if this was all just a big joke.  

"N-no, Max how could you? Marcus and you were friends!"

"What? Marcus and I were never friends, I only ever wanted you~"

"Oh god...This is so sick, you're crazy!" (Y/n) exclaims, stepping away from the male.  (Y/n) never realized how insane Max was, He may have made some psycho jokes, but that hadn't made (Y.n) notice.   Unfortunately, Marcus had to suffer, for his own stupidity.  Last week, Marcus had brought up how Max was beginning to get creepy.  Yet (Y/n) still didn't listen.  He didn't know why maybe because he grew fond of the boy.

(Y/n) was on the verge of tears, I mean seeing your childhood friend dead in front of you can make you emotional.  Continuing to back step, (Y/n) felt himself walk into a pile of blood.  

Max stalked closer, a knife visible in his hand. "I did this for us, I just want you to love me as I love you~"

"There is no 'us' Max, I'll never love you!" (Y/n) spat, his eyes narrowing, his fear now growing into anger.  (Y/n) had just lost his best friend, because of a psychotic male, preaching that he loves him.  What a day.

"You have no choice in that matter, you and I will be together no matter what," Max growls, suddenly in front of (Y/n).  

(Y/n) backed away, his back making contact with the blood-smeared wall.  Great now he was cornered.  Max pinned him to the wall, his face just centimeters away, allowing (Y/n) to feel his breath fanning his face.  Before he could protest, Max's lips smashed onto his, making (Y/n)'s eyes widen.  (Y/n) had never actually kissed a guy before, still questioning if he wanted to in the end.  Sure he had some feelings toward males at his school, but he never acted upon those feelings.  

(Y/n) attempted pushing him away, only for Max to hold his arms in place.  That was surprising, since (Y/n) thought he was stronger than Max.  Turns out he wasn't.

"I've wanted to do that for the longest time~" Max chortles, finally breaking away from the kiss.  (Y/n) clenched his fist, ripping his arms from Max's strong grip.  "Ah-ah, not so fast."

As (Y/n) strived to scrambled away from Max, a hand grasped onto his shoulder.  Twisting his head around, (Y/n)'s eyes met with a big buff man.  Judging by his attire, which was a black suit, he was probably Max's bodyguard.  "Oh, shit..."

"We'll be together soon enough, (Y/n)~"

(Y/n) felt a sting in his arm, just now noticing the needle being stuck into it.  His eyes slowly fluttered shut, finally succumbing to sleep.  

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

addiction, m | myg ending

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of past hoseok x reader

summary: Min Yoongi saves a life and then has sex. Is it the best choice? No. Does he do it anyway? Yeah.

warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug use, mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, mentions of past cheating, smut (oral, m and f receiving)

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Fuck it.

He had to do something. Yoongi stood up, grabbing his phone. His white t-shirt got caught in the chair and he stumbled, cursing at himself. He was a mess already and nothing had happened yet. He grabbed his black sweatpants and yanked them on, opening his door with purpose. Being in limbo wasn’t going to help him, so it was time to take the situation in his own hands. He strode to her door, heart pounding in his chest.

Get a grip, he scolded himself.

He tapped his knuckle against her door, saying her name loudly. Startled by his own volume, he lowered his voice, chewing on his lower lip as he spoke.

“Hey, I want to show you my mixtape. If that’s okay with you,” he finished awkwardly, wincing. He should have thought about what to say. There was a long silence. He pressed his lips together. He was losing his nerve. Each second felt like an eternity.

And then he heard the rustle of fabric. He could sense a form on the other side of the door. For some reason, he lifted his hand and touched the wood, knowing it was the only thing separating them now.

“The song… the song we worked on. I really want you to hear it.” Please.

He heard the lock turn and the door opened. The eyes that looked at him, he would remember for the rest of his life. Bloodshot, giant black pools that threatened to swallow him alive and a sadness he knew all too well. Her hands were stuffed into the sleeves of her huge grey sweatshirt and the matching long shorts made her look even smaller, a tiny thing quivering in her doorframe.

He was tall enough to see past her, into her room. It was a neat room, except for the low table at the foot of her bed. The tabletop was covered in photos that he couldn’t quite see. And in the center was a glass palette.

With ten lines of white powder.

His eyes widened. Panic shot through his veins and he grabbed her collar, inspecting her face, her nose, dragging her into the room. She didn’t even fight him, a dead weight in his hands. Her expression was lifeless, tired.

“How much?” he scowled, “How much did you take? Tell me!”

“I didn’t take any yet,” she replied calmly. Too calmly.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled. “You’re a drug addict.”

“I am not lying.”

His panic was thinning out into anger and confusion. And then she said it.

“I’m not a drug addict, Yoongi. I’m trying to die.”

He froze.

“W-what?”

He looked down again, at the pictures. They were pictures of two people. She was smiling in those photos, eye bright and reflective with the fullness of life. She looked younger, happier. Her arms wrapped around a young man, who had an equally bright smile, heart-shaped and cheerful.

It was slowly sinking in. He let her go, eyes scanning over the photos. Pictures of them in matching outfits. Pictures holding hands. Pictures of them kissing. He looked back to her and she was staring at the photographs too.

“Aren’t they nice?” She whispered softly. “They’re such nice pictures. He always took good pictures, my sunshine.” She chuckled darkly, an ugly sound. “But photos only highlight of the good times. They don’t show the bad times.” Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. “They don’t show his coke habit. They don’t show me enabling his habit, becoming a runner so he could have easier access. They don’t show me begging and pleading, doing degrading things so he can get another dose.”

Her hands went to head. She gripped her hair, breaking his heart with every word.

“I killed him as much as he killed himself.”

The information hit him like a truck. Speechless, he began to piece things together. The signs were there from the beginning and he didn’t even think about it because he would have never fathomed this in his wildest dreams. Guilt and comprehension hit him all at once. She could have kept the door locked and snorted the cocaine. What if he hadn’t chosen this moment? What if he had waited ten more minutes? She could have overdosed and he wouldn’t have known until days later.

But she had opened the door. She opened the door and let him see.

“What happened?” he murmured quietly.

She threw her hands out of her hair, nails raking down her face and neck. “We had a stupid fight. I told him I would be there to help him detox. We tried,” she wailed, throwing her fists against the wall. “He was shivering and pleading and exhausted. He told me he couldn’t do it. I told him he could if he actually tried and he blew up, telling me I didn’t understand.” Her voice was a panicked ramble as if she was reliving that night. He wasn’t even sure if she remembered he was there anymore. “He kept yelling at me, saying all I had to do was call Seokjin and throw myself at him. I said I was done being Seokjin’s whore just so he could get high. He stormed out, screaming that he would get his own.” She slammed her fists against the wall, screaming into it. The sound chilled Yoongi to the bone. She continued, blind to his presence. “I should have chased after him.” She slid to the floor, knees smacking the hardwood hard. “I should have gone. But I was so tired. I was so tired of it.” Her voice dropped.

“I was tired of him and it haunts me every day.”

He swallowed. It was obvious she had never said this aloud before to anyone.

“Next thing I know, he’s dead because of dirty coke.” She shuddered, arms covering her head. “I handed him a dishonorable death and I didn’t even go to his fucking funeral.”

“Why… not?” he asked softly.

She cackled, a terrible sound. “Why would I go? I never met his family. I was his drug dealer.”

He turned to the pictures. “It looks like you were his girlfriend.”

She finally looked up at him. Her glare was so sharp it could cut steel. “And what if they found out? Mom, Dad, meet my girlfriend who also gives me access to cocaine,” she scoffed.

They stared at each other, but they weren’t looking at each other. She was looking at her own demons, her own past. Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to look into pain in those dark orbs. It took him several minutes before he could speak again.

“You still deal, don’t you?”

Her voice was as distant as her stare. “You don’t get out that easily.”

They stayed like that for a moment. He had to do something. Anything.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi sat down on her floor. She didn’t turn her head to look at him. Weirdly enough, the moment didn’t feel as alien to him as it should have. Maybe it was because he too had been at this road as well, although at that time he hadn’t quite formed a plan on how to follow though. He didn’t know what he would have done if the resources had been available.

“Do you remember,” he murmured, trying to keep the anxiousness out of his voice. “Do you remember that time where you gave me advice on what to wear for that concert?” He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. “You made fun of my clothes and hair back then.”

Her eyes shifted to him. He continued, voice a little stronger now that he had her attention.

“You also brought me chicken that night and left me a note, wishing me well.” He smiled at the memory, holding her gaze now. “I wanted to tell you back then.” He wanted her to know. “Thank you.”

She didn’t laugh. She didn’t make fun of him. She looked a little taken aback.

He scratched his cheek, pressing his lips together before he spoke again. “I couldn’t tell you then, but back then, I really couldn’t afford to eat sometimes.” Without realizing it, he felt his eyes water. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. “Remember that time you were making beef and my stomach growled so loud that you laughed?” He chuckled, a small smile on his lips. “It was a great laugh. I’ll remember it always.”

Her shoulders trembled with uncertainty. “Why… why are you telling me this?”

“Because I didn’t then. And I should have.” He looked deep, deep into those eyes. “I should have said something because I am grateful to you.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I didn’t do anything.”

“No, you did.” He caught her eye again, preventing her from looking at the ground. “You gave me a chance when no one did and I won’t forget it.”

She was silent. He hoped she allowed herself to understand. He was no knight in shining armor; he couldn’t make her mind see what he saw. It wasn’t that simple and he knew that. He also knew that humans had vices. Humans fell into patterns and they believed in them, even if they were senseless to other people. He was guilty of that too.

She was so close and yet so far. No. She was actually getting closer. Leaning towards him, looking into his eyes. Maybe her eyes weren’t so dark after all. They didn’t seem so dark when she was close like this. Her lips were slightly parted, so full and pink. He didn’t move. She stopped, centimeters from his face. She began to pull back and he grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.

It was a terrible idea. He replied before she could say anything.

“I don’t care.”

He closed the distance himself, pressed his lips to hers. You’re a rebound, this isn’t going to cure depression, this doesn’t discount the fact that she’s a fucking drug dealer – he pushed all those thoughts aside because he did not care. Her hand gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him roughly. He held her arms as she climbed into his lap, igniting him with wild kisses, stealing his breath. She sucked on his tongue, making him moan, letting him go to kiss his cheeks, his nose, his jaw. His hands slid down her arms, finding her ass and pressing his fingers into the fabric of her shorts.

“Yoongi…” His name like a prayer falling from her lips.

It was wrong, so wrong, but he wanted it so bad.

Her lips pressed against his earlobe, making him shudder. Her tongue laced around his earring, tugging lightly, making him shiver. If it wasn’t real, he didn’t want to know. If it wasn’t right, he didn’t want to believe it. Her teeth nibbling on his ear, making him moan. Her hands slid up his shirt, fingertips against his chest. Such thin hands but they seemed to feel all of him, setting his skin ablaze.

His fingers hooked the elastic of her shorts and pulled them down, dragging her underwear down with them. She kicked them off herself, getting on her knees, kissing down his neck, sucking the sensitive skin. It hurt a little but he barely registered it, cupping her bare skin with his palms.

He whispered her name pleadingly. She looked up, breathless, locking eyes with him.

“You should stop me,” he panted.

One final warning because he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself anymore. One final moment where they could turn back and maybe not do this.

She cupped his face in her hands, pressing her forehead against his.

“I really don’t want to, Yoongi.”

She kissed him, throwing caution to the wind. He reciprocated, sliding his hand up her back. Her skin was so soft, cool against his heat. He unhooked her bra with one hand, attempting to tug her sweatshirt off. She slid out of it, pushing it aside, leaving her naked over him. He looked over her body, scars dotting her skin as thin white lines. Lithe and strong, holding the weight of her past on her shoulders. He licked his lips, pulling his shirt over his head, letting it drop beside them. He looped an arm around her waist, pressing her against him, shuddering as he felt her nipples press against his chest.

“Who knew you were hiding such amazing breasts under those clothes,” he teased, voice low. Her cheeks flushed red and she gave him an indignant look.

He turned them over, putting her on her back. He kissed down her neck, licking her collarbones slowly, tongue dipping in between them. Down the curve of her breast, tongue leisurely teasing the tip of her nipple. She whimpered, one of her hands in his hair. His free hand traced her side, feeling the fullness of her hips. She tasted so good, better than his dreams, better than he imagined. He sucked, enjoying her soft mewls and cries. He dug his fingernails into her hip, holding her down as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her hand tightened in his hair, curling the black locks around her fingers.

He stopped, smirking above her nipple. “Is that why you said I would look better with longer hair?”

Her cheeks and ears reddened. Fuck, she was so cute. She spoke, surprising him.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, voice quivering.

He dragged himself up her body, pressing his clothed hips in between her legs, letting her feel his erection.

“I like it,” he drawled, his lips brushing against hers. “Lose yourself to me.” Let me take care of you, even if it’s only in this moment.

His hand ran down her body, grabbing her hips and shoving them against his, grinning as he felt her wetness smear against the crotch of his pants. She moaned, her back arching, a moment he burned into his mind. He kissed down her chest again, tongue lapping her nipples. Her fingers raced up the back of his neck, tangling themselves in his hair once again. He kissed down her stomach, his lips against her soft skin. He could smell it now, the heavy scent of her sex. He spread her thighs wide, fingers dipping into her flesh. He buried his nose into it, moaning as his lips tasted her, stickiness coating his cheeks and chin. A slow, languid lick of her slit made her cry out his name. He teased her lips apart with his tongue, rubbing the tip against her walls. Like honey, her taste coated his senses. He felt drunk off her taste alone. His tongue expertly traced circles around her clit, not quite touching it, but telling her he was avoiding it deliberately.

“Yoongi…” she whined. Her hand pressed against his head, trying to push him down. “Please.”

He brushed his nose against her clit, lifting his head slightly. She whimpered and he grinned.

“Please what?” he purred. His voice was deep with lust. “I want to hear it.”

He couldn’t help it. He wanted to hear her desire for him in words.

She pouted. “Touch my clit.”

He reached between her legs and pressed a single finger against the sensitive spot. She flinched, making him grin. He rubbed, slowly, slowly.

“Like this?” he teased. Her other hand was clutching in the white t-shirt. His.

She gasped as he increased the pace, not moving too widely, but concentrating the vibrations of his hand on her clit. Her hips twisted but he held them down, watching her come undone in front of him, head thrown back as he rubbed faster. Moaning his name, chasing her orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he breathed against her skin. “Cum all over my hand.”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, stifling her scream as she came onto his hand, liquid coating his fingers suddenly. He immediately replaced his hand with his mouth, licking furiously. It was so intoxicating that he closed his eyes, moaning into her pussy as he lapped up her juices, pressing his tongue against her clit. Her hips bucked and he held her still, feverishly licking the sensitive nub. She gasped, shoving her hips against his mouth.

“Fuck, Yoongi, fuck!”

He flicked his tongue against her clit mercilessly, holding her thighs apart firmly so she couldn’t close her legs. Her back arched so high and tight he was afraid she was going to snap.

“Fuuuuck, Yoongi!”

His name punctuated her orgasm, hips shaking as she flooded his mouth. He sucked up her juices greedily, sticking his tongue inside her and feeling her walls clamp around his tongue. Sweat clung to his brow and back but he didn’t care. He lifted his head, a perverse satisfaction coming over him as he watched the string of her juices following his chin before snapping.

She lay against the floor, panting, a little hoarse. He crawled back up to her face and she kissed him without hesitation. If this was sin, he would happily go to hell.

They broke apart, his forehead resting against hers, hands on either side of her.

“Yoongi…”

Please say my name again and again. “Yeah?”

“Let me take care of you too.”

She pushed him, gently, and he obliged, taking her hand as she nudged him to standing position. He saw the table out of the corner of his eye but he looked away. She hooked her fingers along the sides of his pants and pulled them down, freeing his semi-hard erection. He looked down at her. She reached up and circled her fingers around his cock, holding it loosely. He felt it twitch at the attention of someone new.

A small smile. She leaned forward and pressed her soft lips against his balls. He shivered at the strange sensation. Normally girls would go straight for the dick. She pressed the flat of her tongue against his balls and licked him all over. His skin erupted in goosebumps, stunned by the pleasure of her tongue wrapping around his balls and taking them in her mouth. He watched in fascination as she looked up at him, balls deep in her mouth and her hand wrapped around his cock.

He breathed her name, amazed.

She bobbed her head up and mouth, slowly stroking him. Saliva dripped down her chin and onto her chest, sliding down her breasts. He could see precum leaking out of the head and she casually spread it around with one finger, making his knees weak. He moaned as she removed her mouth from his balls. She guided him to her mouth, holding him in place as she ran her tongue over the head. He shut his eyes, seeing stars.

“Shit, I’m going to fuck your face at this rate,” he hissed.

He heard her small, “Heh.” And then she engulfed him with her mouth, hot, wet, lips tightening around his cock as she took him in. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. She went deep, so deep the head pressed against the back of her throat. He didn’t know how she had the skill to go so deep and, honestly, he didn’t want to know. She sucked him slowly, but each time she went down, the head of his cock scraped the roof of her mouth, increasing the sensitivity each time. He kept his hands flat against the wall, not wanting to grab her head and ruin her pace. One hand held his cock steady as the other cupped his slippery balls, smearing the saliva all over them.

It was so wet, so hot that he was sure he was going insane.

She sped up, sucking harder. Groans tore from his throat, legs shaking from the intense pleasure. He tried his best to keep his hips still, not wanting to accidentally choke her and cause her to stop.

“F-fuck me,” he moaned, feeling her tongue wrap around the head and her lips tightening around him. He couldn’t think straight anymore. He gasped her name and shot his orgasm into the back of her throat, sensing her hands releasing him suddenly. They gripped his thighs as she swallowed, the sound so audible and obscene that his cock twitched with desire despite being spent.

They stayed like that for a moment, her tongue gently encircling him. His cock left her lips with a soft plop, lips shiny with saliva. He slid to the floor, their clothes a mess around them. His chest heaved with effort. She was breathing hard too, staring at him.

He licked his lips and leaned in, kissing her gently. She clung on to the kiss, inhaling his scent.

When they broke apart, they locked eyes, the obviousness of their inappropriate moment hanging between them. He was a little ashamed, sitting naked in her room, having sex after what was almost a suicide attempt. He was still breathing hard, heart beating fast from anxiety and arousal.

He wanted to hold her. He wanted to give her everything and more. He wanted to be the light in her eyes, but that was a foolish thought, a pipe dream, and a promise he didn’t know if he could keep.

Still, he wanted.

But somehow, those eyes didn’t look so dead anymore. Somehow, they were really looking at him, not just through him. She wordlessly scooted towards him and placed her head against him, ear against his chest. He wrapped her arms around her protectively, resting his head on her hair. From this position, he could see the sun tattoo that was underneath her left shoulder blade. Behind her beating heart. It was a simple tattoo, a circle with dashes around it. He traced it with his fingertip absentmindedly. He could guess who it was for.

She wrapped her arms around his waist. Held him like she was never going to let go.

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masterpost

[iamtheblondestblonde]

Slides and Serendipity

Part Two (4.6k)

Part One 

AN: Finished the second part (yes I’m that bored) so have fun reading!!

Warnings: language, things are heating up but nothing too explicit

I had finally given up. There was no way that I could figure out what to wear to a hockey player party by myself, so I pulled out the big guns and called on a group facetime with the girls in Denver.

“You’ve barely left a week ago and I’m already jealous. I want to meet Tyler Seguin too!”, Mara exclaimed and I laughed. She was hockey obsessed, knowing everything there was to know about the sport and she had also been the one that had dragged the rest of us along to watch the Avalanche games.

“Can we please get back to the issue at hand here? I don’t know what to wear!”, I exclaimed frustrated. Instead of helping me pick out an outfit my three best friends had fangirled over Tyler the past 20 minutes.

“Honey it all depends on your expectations for the night. What do you want to happen?”, Emily asked and I groaned. I’d actually spent the bigger part of my morning debating over that question.

“I’m not so sure. I mean I kind of want to jump his bones because look at him, but I also know his reputation and I don’t know if one hookup is worth ruining the connection that we have already, I can’t imagine what that could turn into”, I sighed, falling back onto my bad and taking the iPad down with me.

“Okay so I think I know what you should do. The important thing is to not hook up with him right away, you gotta make sure that things don’t become awkward afterwards first. That doesn’t mean that you can’t tease the hell out of him until then though”, Lisa grinned conspirationally after presenting her plan. You could always count on her when it came to boy-advice. She’d made her fair share of mistakes with them throughout college after all.

They helped me rifle through my closet before finally picking out a sexy burnt orange bikini that would make me look great and a backless summer dress that was just short of not being socially acceptable anymore. Some light waterproof make up completed the bimbo look and I smiled proudly at my reflection in the mirror. I would never dumb down for a guy but I wasn’t completely above looking the part.

Not soon after it was almost time to leave. Tyler had already texted me asking me where I was at. I made sure Yogi had enough water, food and entertainment in his house outside and the backyard before locking up. Luckily he loved being outdoors more than anything.

I could hear the sounds of the party even before I turned the corner to Tyler’s house and by the volume there were definitely more than just a few people. His front gate was unlocked, which seemed a bit irresponsible to me considering his status, but I was also glad that I didn’t have to jump the gate in my short dress and sandals. I made my way to the backyard, following the sound of laughter around the house. At least he wasn’t stupid enough to leave his front door unlocked as well.

As I faced the crowd I was overwhelmed for a second. People were splashing around in the huge pool, dancing on its sidelines or lounging all over the area and as far as I could see everyone had drinks in their hands. It was impossible to spot Tyler in the chaos but before I could even start looking for him, I was ambushed by three labs who were excitedly greeting me.

I crouched down because bending over in that dress wasn’t really something to do in front of so many strangers and spent the next few minutes scratching as many ears as I could. Our cuddle sesh was interrupted by two wet arms sneaking around my shoulders and somehow pulling me up.

“Ew get off me”, I complained while trying to wiggle out of Tyler’s strong arms. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy him wrapped around me though. He finally, sadly, set me down and I turned around to hug him, wrapping my arms tightly around his bare torso. My dress was already clinging to me either way.

“You could have at least waited until I had a drink before getting me all wet”, I exclaimed, only realizing what I’d said after he started wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m sorry I just got so excited when I saw you”, he beamed at me and I then noticed that he probably already had a buzz going. I needed to catch up to him but not before enacting a part of the masterplan.

“The least you could do is help me out of that dress now”, I pouted, turning around again and lifting my hair up so he could untie the strings that held the dress together at the back.

“That’s an offer I’d never turn down”, he murmured before getting to work and I smirked, Lisa knew what she was talking about after all. After he’d finally managed to untie everything, he pushed the fabric down my shoulders. I wiggled my butt to get it down all the way while smiling at him over my shoulder. Tyler might be known for his womanizing ways but I went to MIT, I knew how to play with the opposite gender just as well.

“Any idea where to keep this?” I asked innocently after deliberately bending down and picking the now ridiculously small piece of fabric up. The look on his face was priceless and when some guy walked by commenting how he’d already had me almost naked after I’d just arrived, I finally burst out laughing. He rubbed his neck sheepishly before leading me inside the house and into one of the rooms in the back, promising no one would come in here to take my dress or shoes. I’d also made him promise to give me a small tour sometime after the party because I was now in the mood to get drunk.

“Do you want to play a round of beer pong with me?”, he asked as we got back outside and I nodded excitedly. The table was set up right next to the pool and currently unoccupied so we made our way over. I was about to ask him if he wanted to play against me instead when he said: “You start setting everything up, I’ll go grab Chubbs and his girlfriend, I know we’ll beat their asses.”

I was humming along to the music and organizing the cups when familiar arms wrapped around me again. Who knew that Tyler Seguin would be an affectionate drunk?

“This is Olivia, she’s super smart so she’s going to help me win. Olivia, these are Jamie and Katie”, he introduced me to the tall guy and the pretty blonde standing next to him. I waved at them before finishing pouring the beer in the last cup.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”, Jamie challenged and I laughed.

“I’m German. I bleed beer and everything that comes with it, so the question is are you ready?”, I grinned and took the ball from Tyler. He insisted on me going first because he was a gentleman, although I was pretty sure that that wasn’t entirely right. Him shamelessly checking me out ever since I’d gotten here was definitely anything but.

Jamie’s threat proved to be harmless and it wasn’t only because Tyler and I made up an amazing team, it was the fact that he straight up sucked. By the time we made the third shot Tyler and I had already made up a handshake to celebrate. Katie had made most of the shots for their team and even with Tyler and I doubling over with laughter we still beat them embarrassingly fast.

“We are amazing”, I sang and jumped up into Tyler’s outstretched arms. He lifted me off the ground and spun me around slightly before carefully placing me back on the pavement. Our next contenders were already setting up the table again and I shook my head to get back in the game.

We played round after round, leaving only for refills and didn’t lose a single one, we were truly the perfect team. After defeating the last couple that was willing to play against us, Tyler picked me up again but this time I quickly wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn’t drop me. I had, however, underestimated the amount of alcohol we’d just consumed and what it would do to his balance. He didn’t drop me at least, but we both fell backwards into the pool, still tightly wrapped around each other.

When we were standing upright again in the water Tyler wrapped his hands around my thighs and pushed me up a little before grasping me right below my butt. I was now a few centimeters taller than him, so I had to smile down at him while pushing his hair back with both hands before finally wrapping them around his neck. The way we were pressed up against each other sent little shocks throughout my entire body and they silenced the tiny voice at the back of my head that was screaming at me to untangle myself.

While I didn’t want to let go of him, I also knew that I needed to get the dirty thoughts out of my mind so I desperately looked around for a distraction.

“You know the waterslide is just a little over the top, but I do like the way the waterfall looks”, I joked and felt his breath fan across my neck as he started chuckling. The vibrations from his chest made him rub against me in a way that instantly made my nipples hard and I really hoped that he wasn’t able to feel them through the bikini top. This was definitely not helping at all. To make things worse he now tightened his grip on me before slowly making his way over to said waterfall.

“Lean back”, he whispered in my ear as we stood right in front of it and I slowly followed his instructions, not wanting to fall over again. His hands wandered up to my hips for more leverage and I shuddered as he lightly brushed my butt on the way. This had gone way further than just teasing but I just couldn’t bring myself to stop.

I closed my eyes right before the cold stream hit the top of my head. I knew that with me arching into him my boobs were pushed up to him and that he was probably taking a good look at them, but I couldn’t find myself to care. A small content sigh escaped my lips as the cool water soothed my scalp that had been exposed to the burning sun all afternoon.

“Fuck are you trying to kill me?”, he asked, his voice suddenly quiet and raspy.

The sexual tension was now thicker than it had been during some of my hookups and we were both still partly dressed. If he’d gotten out of the pool right this moment to take me to his bedroom, I’d have let him do anything to me.

Before I could make any stupid mistakes, like dropping my hand to the front of his shorts so I could confirm my suspicions, something beige and furry slid down the water slide before almost landing on top of us. The resulting splash cleared my thoughts for the most part and I unwrapped my legs from him, slowly sliding down. Neither of us could stop the sounds that were coming out of our mouths as I accidentally brushed against his hard dick on my way down though.

“I’ll give you a moment okay”, I said softly, leading Gerry away to play somewhere else in the pool so Tyler had the chance to compose himself. I needed the time for myself because I’d let things go way too far.

“What the hell happened to don’t hook up with him right away?!” I muttered to myself as I got out of the water afterwards. I turned around just in time to see Jamie whack Tyler across the head before heatedly gesturing in my general direction. I had a feeling that whatever they were arguing about had something to do with me.

After our little bubble burst I not only realized how many people had probably seen us do whatever that was in the pool, but also how the temperature had dropped quite a bit. Without the excitement from playing games and the heat of Tyler’s body pressed against mine I got goosebumps all over my body. I mentally cursed myself for not bringing a towel or a change of decent clothes that I could change into now.

“Shit you’re cold”, I heard Tyler exclaim as he reached me and before I could even respond anything, he was already pulling me into the house. Without the cold breeze my body started relaxing again but Tyler kept on pulling me further inside.

“I’m fine now, I can make a quick trip home to change into something warmer”, I protested but he still wouldn’t let go of my hand. We finally reached his destination and he flicked on the lights in the otherwise dark room. Only now did I realize that he had literally dragged me to his bedroom. I was about to tell him that I wouldn’t hook up with him, having shook off the daze from earlier when he held up his hands, stopping me.

“This is not what it seems like, I have innocent motives I swear. I just wanted to grab you a towel and a warm sweater for you to pull over because there’s no way I’m letting you walk anywhere alone like that”, he gestured up and down my barely covered body and I knew he had a point. It was way too cold to only be wearing that dress as well.

He told me to stay put and quickly disappeared into a door on the right side of the room, reemerging seconds later with a hoodie in his one hand and a set of new clothes for him in his other.

“This one should be long enough I think. You can use my bathroom through the door on the left and there’s a towel heater so perhaps if you put your bikini over that while taking a shower it’ll be halfway dry afterwards. Feel free to use anything you want, except for maybe my toothbrush and come find me when you’re done, okay?”

He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear before giving me a soft smile and leaving the room. I was baffled at how he’d managed to go from gripping me hard in the pool to sweet and caring in less than ten minutes. I probably would’ve been glued to my spot for a little while longer had it not been for the fact that I was freezing my ass of again.

I carefully wrung out my bikini before placing it on the towel heater like Tyler had suggested and slowly stepping into his huge shower. Steam was starting to fog up the mirrors by the time I could finally get myself to leave the comfort of the hot water hitting my skin.

Still wrapped in a fluffy towel I began wiping away at the mascara stains on my cheeks with a washcloth. The hot steam had given the supposed waterproof product its final blow and I had no desire to walk around like a panda. I tried to dry my hair with a second towel as well as possible and continued blow drying it on low afterwards. Tyler didn’t have any heat protection in his bathroom but I think I’d be even more worried if he’d actually had some. By the time I was finished my bikini was thankfully pretty much dry.

The hoodie he’d given me reached over my ass and the sleeves were way too long, once again reminding me of our size difference. It had his name on it and smelled like a mix of the shampoo that I’d just used, his cologne that I’d gotten a whiff of over the past few days, and something that I imagined was just Tyler. I absolutely loved it.

Rolling up the sleeves I tried to go for a cute oversized look, instead of looking like a homeless person and when I was finally happy with the outcome I threw the towels in the hamper and switched off all the lights on my way out.

Standing in the backyard I realized that most people had left already, only those who I’d gotten to know as Tyler’s closer friends and teammates remained spread out over the patio. I found Tyler deep in conversation with Jamie, Katie nowhere near him. They appeared to have a serious talk and I didn’t want to interrupt, so I started looking for Katie instead.

“There you are!”, she exclaimed when I’d finally spotted her among some other girls. Some I had played today, others were now staring over at my seat curiously.

“So you’re Seg’s new girlfriend?”, one of them asked and I wanted to give her an incredulous look before remembering the scene Tyler and I had pulled in the pool. To an outsider it might have looked that way, hell even to yourself as an insider it might have looked that way.

“No I’m not, we actually just met two days ago”, I responded and now most of the girls were looking at you in shock.

“You met him two days ago and he invited you to a party?!”, one of them asked. I were pretty sure she was the girlfriend of another hockey player but today had been a whirlwind of names and faces and the alcohol hadn’t helped much either.

“As far as I’ve seen there are lots of people at his parties that he doesn’t know too well”, I defended myself, remembering how he’d practically ignored half of the people that were on his property.

“Yeah but they usually just tag along without an invitation and Tyler doesn’t bother with them”, Katie explained friendly. Tyler had more than bothered with me today.

“Oh, well we figured out that we were practically neighbors and he was also probably trying to make up for the fact that Gerry had chewed my 200$ slides, of course he’d go straight for designer”, I explained sighing.

The last part made everyone laugh and soon our little group was having an animated discussion on designer versus off-the-rack. I’d never really cared either way, I just bought what I liked. I had dresses from H&M or Macy’s hanging right next to gowns that were worth a couple of grand and no name purses leaning on Hermès.

“What are you girls cackling over?”, Jamie asked and I jumped in my seat, not realizing that the two of them were now standing literally right behind me.

“We want to get the fireplace started, are you ready?”, Tyler asked in the direction of everyone while only looking at me. I nodded along with everyone else and gladly took his hand so he could pull me up to my feet. He didn’t let go though, instead pulling me closer to him.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink for me, do you want something as well?”, he asked, again brushing some loose strands out of my face. I was tempted to lean into his touch but stopped myself at the last moment. I seriously needed to get a grip.

“Yeah sure, but I don’t know if I’m in the mood for any more liquor and don’t even get me started on your disgusting American beer”, I teased smiling up to him.

“You weren’t complaining earlier”, he smirked and led me to his kitchen. That’s because I was focused on you instead.

“I didn’t really have a choice because it’s kind of hard to play beer pong with anything else, that would defeat the purpose of the sport.”

He laughed and held up his hands in defeat before saying: “Alright alright I give in, even I know that American beer is inferior, especially compared to what you guys drink in Europe. I was actually planning on drinking some wine though, do you want a glass as well?”

“You’re a wine guy?”, I exclaimed surprised. “Well I never would’ve guessed that.”

Tyler threw his had over his heart in mock offense before walking to a door and showing me his fully stocked wine cabinet so I could get a good look at it. This wasn’t ‘wine guy’ level anymore, Tyler was a connoisseur and at first it didn’t fit with the way he carried himself at all, but now that I thought about it, it made perfect sense. He loved golf for crying out loud.

Tyler reached up to a bottle of red on the upper shelves and as I knew my way around a wine cellar as well, I was sure that he’d pulled out an expensive bottle. He grabbed two stemmed glasses and I hopped on the counter, watching him expertly pour the wine.

“This is my favorite, so you’re entitled to feel special because I’m sharing it with you”, he said with a wink before handing me the bottle so I could get a look at it and then one of the glasses when I was done.

“To being a great team”, I smiled, thinking back to all the fun I’d had with him in just three days. I never would have thought that I could connect to someone so deep in such a time span, yet here we were drinking wine in his kitchen.

“To us then”, he responded softly and we clinked our glasses before taking the first sip. It had a sweet and heavy taste, perfect for slow end-of-summer evenings like the one we had ahead of us. This wine was the definition of romance, because it somehow left the lingering feeling of cuddling under a warm and heavy blanket and smiling at each other the way Tyler and I were right now. It was meant to be shared and cherished in company.

“Usually I prefer a lighter white, but I think you’ve managed to convince me with this one”, I smiled down at him from my vantage point and took another small sip before hopping down the counter.

“Come on, let’s see if Jamie is actually capable of starting a fire by himself”, Tyler joked and moved both his glass and the bottle to his right hand so he could hold out the left one to me. Without hesitation I placed my hand in his, reveling in the way his big hand completely encased mine.

I wouldn’t usually consider myself a physical person, but for some reason I found yourself craving his fingers on my skin now whenever possible. It had started during the second game of beer pong, his hand on my lower back and him leaning down to whisper soft encouragement in my ear. At first it had made it difficult to concentrate, the way he rubbed small circles on my skin distracting in the best way but as soon as I let myself relax into his touch, it was very calming.

After that I couldn’t help placing your hands on his shoulders when it was his turn or wrapping my fingers around his biceps in support. His skin was so soft and touching him quickly became my addiction, the way I was pressed against him in the pool not helping at all.

Jamie had indeed managed to start a fire already and I looked around the group of maybe ten that was now lounging on the chairs and sofas surrounding the fireplace. There wasn’t really that much space left in the circle so when Tyler sat own in a loveseat, he pulled me on top of him so I could sit in his lap sideways. I leaned against his shoulder and he wrapped his hands around me before joining the conversation.

I hadn’t felt this relaxed in so long, laughing along with everyone and the heat from Tyler’s body keeping you warm. The girls were now telling stories of the worst things fans had said to them and I was horrified at what some of them had to hear. They laughed it off mostly, but I still wondered deep down how they managed to face so much shit simply because they were in love with a guy and not let it get to them. Would I be able to do the same? I had always been very independent but my entire job and therefore most of my life relied on the approval from others. I’d taken some public hits in my late teens and I still remembered how I woke up drenched in sweat most nights during those times.

Tyler kept refilling our glasses and at one point I just leaned my head back on his shoulders, looking up at the night sky.

“Are you tired?”, he murmured softly against me, but I shook my head.

“No not yet, I’m trying to see the stars but city lights are too bright.”

“I know this spot a bit away from here where you can see them really well, I’ll take you if you want”, he responded, shifting nervously and again surprising me with the sweetness of his offer. It was as if there’d been a switch flipped, gone was the cocky guy playing beer pong, a sweet and considerate but nervous Tyler in his stead. His touch had changed from demanding to considerate, now softly stroking my back.

By the time we’d finished the bottle, only Jamie and Katie were left with us and even they said their goodbyes. I had given Katie my number earlier and she promised to text me so we could figure out a time to meet for lunch soon.

I was tempted to just stay in Tyler’s arms all night, even with more seats opening up he had made no move to get me off his lap, but I knew that that would not be the best idea.

“I should probably go”, I murmured against his neck, still wrapped tightly around him. I felt him take a deep breath but he didn’t disagree.

“I’ll walk you”, he said to my surprise.

“You don’t have to, it’s literally only five minutes and I bet you’re just as tired as I am”, I tried to refuse his offer while getting up.

“I know it’s only five minutes, therefore you’re not keeping me up and you have no excuse to not let me”, he insisted and I laughed at him pouting before giving in. I could never say no to the look he was giving me at this moment.

With his hand around my shoulder and mine wrapped around his torso we slowly made our way to my house, softly swaying because of all the alcohol we’d consumed.

“Did I tell you that you look great in my clothes yet?”, Tyler asked and let go of my shoulder so he could slowly spin me around. I shook my head, beaming with happiness. I never wanted this feeling, this glorious giddy feeling in my chest that seemed to light up my heart, to stop. I was convinced he’d kiss me as we stood there in the light of a street lantern and I’d let him, but instead he took a step back and laced his fingers through mine, slowly pulling me towards my driveway.

“Text me when you’re back home”, I said as we stood in my doorway.

“Hey that’s what I’m supposed to say”

“Just do it”, you sighed in mock exasperation before leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight Tyler”

“Goodnight Liv, sleep tight”

Part Three here

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

It May Be Over, but the Trauma Sticks Around

Told ya I’d fuckin do it. Over 4k words. Boy howdy here we go.

Vore under the cut

His head hurt, his legs ached, and his wrists felt as if they flared up in flames with each small movement he made. His throat was as dry as a desert, as was his mouth, and despite being full he felt sick. The pounding on the inside of his skull grew with each second like ticking clockwork, his eyes heavy. What....what the hell happened? One minute he’s eating dinner and the next he’s- was he tied up?!- shoulder to shoulder with other warm bodies next to him in a cold, dark room that seems the size of a grand ballroom and looks as if it’s been abandoned for centuries.

“O-Oscar?” He hears a raspy voice call out from behind him. One he pins as belonging to his own brother. His brother who sounds genuinely terrified. Nothing like him at all. It’s scary. He opens his mouth to speak-

“Morris?” Another voice cuts through as his mouth hangs open. Another one he recognizes. Two others, three total. Were they the ones at his sides? No. No. They seemed further away. So who was-

“Wiesel?” Comes a voice from his side. One he knows despite never hearing it this close. Theee others, four total. So it was him, his brother, their uncle, and-

“Pulitzer?” Another voice. One that shakes him. On that he’s feared, though never showing it. On that belongs to a man who was supposed to be in prision. So how the fuck was he here?! Four others. Five total. Clearing his throat, he finally speaks up.

“Snyder?”

There’s a brief awkward silence before the voice to his left, Pulitzer, rings through their ears.

“Wonderful! We know each other’s names. Now is someone going to explain why in god’s name we are tied up in some abandoned room none of us have ever seen that looks as if it’s been rotting for years?”

Silence. Deafening silence falls over the room as they wait for a response. Nothing. Not one word is uttered under the weight of the air that seemed to choke them. Not a syllable is heard in the large room cast in shadow with so little light that leaves it hard to seen even when their eyes adjust. Nothing.

Cold. That’s what it was. Cold as inverted hell would be. Damp too. The boards above him seemed soaked to the last fiber while the stones were speckled with moss. Cold, Damp, and Dark. Almost no light shown in the room he had spent what could very well have been some of the worst nights of his life in. Chained up when he wasn’t crammed in the room upstairs, three to a bunk that might as well have just been a wooden plank. Heh...nah. Even that would’ve been softer.

But now the tables have turned. Oh yes. Now he was the one in control. He was the ring leader for a one man circus. He swore that day that what they all did to him and the others would come back around to bite them. That time was now. It was now and he had full command.

Shrinking them had been easy. All it took was a few drops in their drink. A few small drops of a colorless, odorless, tasteless syrup to knock them out. A few small drops to render them helpless. At his mercy or lack-there-of.

He had dreamed of this day since seemingly forever. The first night here. The first real day at work. The day the price went up. It started at different times for different people but the dream to finally teach them how he felt all that time never wavered. Show them how small he felt. How it was to fear for your life.

Now he had his chance.

He hid behind the closed door, waiting for any sign of movement. Of them being awake. His eyes adjusted to the dim lighting around an hour or so ago, meaning spotting the five squirming tinies should be a breeze. Taking a deep breath, he waited. He waited and waited and waited.

Then the little voices came. One right after another. Each guessing who the last familiar voice belonged to. It was so funny. They all seemed scared. Some more obvious then others, yes, but scared. They were legitimately frightened. Frightened of something he did. Ha! About time! And if they were scared now....boy oh boy was this about to get a lot more interesting.

Light flooded the room as he pushed open the door, staying out of view of the five tinies. He was going to mess with their heads a bit before he did anything else. It was all he could think of at the moment anyway. How else could he mess with them while not doing anything all that bad? Eh, he’d think of something later.

For a moment, they felt blind. As a dim but blinding light filled the room they noticed a few things. For instance, how giant the stones that made up the ground seemed, or how huge that door was, or the....the seemingly giant chair in the hall- what in the word?

“Who are you? Why have you brought us here? Show yourself!” Wiesel yells into the open doorway. Something felt wrong. Something felt off now. Something didn’t feel.....normal.

Smirking, he walks out into the doorway. To them he might just look like a silhouette. A giant shadowy figure standing in the doorway. To him? Seeing his shadow cast over their small, shaking bodies was perfect in every way shape or form. ”Well hello there, fellas. Miss me?”

Their blood ran cold, hearts dropping to their shoes as a seemingly giant figure walks into view. At first it’s just a shadowy outline, no features present, but as time drags on more features fall into place. Messy hear, dirty shirt and vest, and a crooked smile that sat slightly offset on his face. Jack motherfucking Kelly. Of all damn people. All people, and it had to be Jack.

“What in the hell did you do, Kelly?!” Snyder snaps, trying to move and lunge at the boy only to remember he was bound. Oh fuck.

“And I don’t even get a hello back. Why ain’t I surprised, spider?” Jack huffs with a sigh as he paces forward. His footsteps echo in the room, each one louder and louder as he stalks closer to the circle of tinies on the ground. “See, I didn’t even have t’do that much. Just slipped a little bit of something a friend mixed up for me in yer drinks, waited, and then BAM!” He punctuates his word with a stomp directly in front of the tiny who had asked. A stomp that shakes them to their cores. “Yer all out cold and can fit one at a time in my hand~”

A shiver runs up Oscar’s spine as he recovers from the sheer force and volume of the stomp. So the room wasn’t big but rather...they were really small. Shit. That spelt out trouble. No....that could very well spell out death for them if they aren’t careful. Dear god...

“Jack, why in the world are you doing this? The strike is over, we had a deal, and all your little friends are safe,” Pulitzer starts, looking up at the boy with the calmest expression he could manage. In a time like this? That was rough. “What reason could you have for shrinking and tying us up?”

Jack looked to him. For a second his expression ran blank. Nothing. No smile, no emotion, just a stare. Then it slowly morphed back to his usual face as a sharp high laugh rang though the air. “Oh Joe, yer hilarious. See, yes th’ strike an’ all that is done, but th’ tramua ain’t. Oh no. That’s gonna fuck wit’ my brain for a good while. An see, it only seemed fair that I repay the favor.”

Morris opens his mouth to speak, unsure exactly of what Jack means only to be met with a hand slamming down what feels only inches from him. Inches more likely something like centimeters seeing as he was only a few inches in height to begin with. He yelps, whimpering a little when Jack sits down in front of them. That....that was terrifying. He loomed over them like the giant he was with that sick smile, showing off teeth that might as well have been daggers and eyes hiding undertones of something sinister.

“Hush, Morris. I wasn’t done,” Jack growls, shifting to sit in front of the group. “You see, thought most of my life so far you five have put me through real tramua. Betrayal, hate, physical beatings, etc etc. Now I’m near not as horrible as the likes o’ some of ya so I’m gonna be nice. Just a nice, calm chat. Sound good?”

“Why in the world should we listen to someone like you, Kelly?!” Snyder shouts, trying to fight his bindings again. They can get out of this, right? Get out and get help? They could do that.

“Because I can squish you like the bug you are, spider. Is I gonna have ta keep remindin’ ya?” Jack spits back, looking over the group. Heh. A group of people who have caused he and his friends so much harm. About time it caught up with them. About time indeed. “Isn’t this funny? You all have hurt me and my friends in some way. Ya made us feel so small, sometimes even fearin’ fer our lives, and now look at ya. Five inches tall and at the mercy of the boy who managed to help run a strike that took you all down. Pretty funny, yeah?”

There’s nothing from the tinies. They just stare. Stare at the Newsie like he’s insane. Like he’s some psychopath about to brutally murder them. He most likely wouldn’t, but it sure felt like it was guaranteed. It felt like their lives would end here and now. Sweet Jesus...

“Nothin?” The seemingly giant teen asks, an unamused expression painting his face as he adjusts his hat. “Geez, I thought you all would have had more t’say if I-“

A low rumbling growl rings though the air, cutting him off flawlessly. One of his hands comes up to lay over his grumbling stomach, cheeks dusting red.

“Ah, Sorry. Missed....dinn....er.....” He finds his speech trailing off as his eyes locked on the group. They all looked pretty....good. Almost delicious. Five little treats that could fill him up with ease. Didn’t Davey and Spot say that that syrup made them immune to acids and such? Maybe...oh this was too good. “Mm, second thought, I was just getting supper~”

A shiver over took the bothers’ spines, relaying to the others around them. Oh god. What was that look for? Why was he looking at them like they were- oh dear lord no. Immediately they begin to squirm against their bindings, fighting the best the can. No. No. They couldn’t be-

Jack watches as the two begin to squirm. “Mm....figure something out, did you two?” He teases, tone slightly evil as he picks them up by the backs of thir clothing. His stomach growls hungerly as he looks them over. They looked more and more delicious with ever second~ Oh yes. This would be so much better then leaving them in the cellar for the night.

“What in the hell are you talking about, Kelly?” Wiesel asks as he watches his nephews be lifted by the collars of their shirts. What was the pest of a kid doing?!

“Hmm....clearly the smarts don’t run in the family,” Jack grumbles as he looks over the two. Who shall go first? Oscar looked frozen. Morris was physically shaking....Morris it was. “Here, lemme show ya.”

With a grin and a flick of his wrist he sends Morris flying into his open maw.

The others on the floor and Oscar in his hand sat frozen in pure terror as Jack’s teeth snapped shut, sealing Morris in behind that sickening grin. Dear god, what was the kid doing?!

A scream tore from Morris’s throat as he was sent into the air. Following it came multiple pleas and begs for the boy to stop and spit him out. He was pushed around, flipped, and licked over constantly by the disgustingly wet and warm muscle that was Jack’s tongue as hot waves of his breath washed over him from below. Just when the thought it couldn’t get worse, he felt his world start to move and Gravity begin to pull him the opposite way that he wanted to go. Scrambling for anything to grab onto, he cried out as his legs, then torso, and finally his head were sucked into the dark, hot, fleshy tunnel with only a few quick gulps.

Jack made sure to make quiet the show of him swallowing the writhing body of the small Morris. With a final, slick swallow he sent the squirming bulge down past his throat and collarbone, past his heart and lungs, and into his stomach to be met with a gurgle. Licking his lips, he grinned. “Heh. Not all that bad. I wonder....” he trailed off again, gaze slowly shifting to Oscar as his grin turned sinister. “...if his brother is the same?”

One unceremonious flick later and into his mouth went the second brother. He pushed and prodded at the squirming body with his tongue as the others watched in mixes of horror and disgust. Jack had just swallowed a-

Gulp.

-make that two whole human beings, whole and alive mind you, and didn’t even seem phased! Hell, he seemed to enjoy it! That was- god that was sick. And now the two young boys with futures were going to melt away as nothing more then a meal in his stomach. Downright psychotic. 

“Y-You....you monster....” Wiesel found himself stuttering as he watched the squirming bulge that was his other nephew disappear behind Jack’s chest. He could feel his body shake as he stared up, knowing exactly why the pleased gurgle from Jack’s stomach sounded. God, those poor kids-

“Me? A monster?” Jack asks with a little eyebrow raise. He couldn’t lie, he was already starting to feel rather full. However, he wasn’t going to let a meal like this go to waste. No sir. A sharp, high, bark of a laugh rings from his throat as he picks up the shaking adult. “Oh no. I’m simply a hungry kid who ain’t gonna pass up on a good meal~”

Flick. Splat.

The moment Oscar and Morris had landed in Jack’s stomach they began to fight back. Squirming every which way, trying to find a way out of the cramped, hot, wet, churning organ before it was too late. Their current thought process had led to the idea to try and make Jack sick. That lead to the squirming. Having something moving in your stomach can’t feel all that good, right?

With a small final gulp down Wiesel went. His stomach pressed against his vest in a comfortable fashion, making him constantly aware of how plesently full he was. Already this had to be the most filled his stomach has ever been, but he knew he was going to push those limits. He was ready for it. He wasn’t going to stop until all five were down and tucked away either.

Licking his lips and patting his squished belly he looks down to the two still tied up. “Mm....well, that was certainly one hell of a first course. So filling too. I wonder if I’ll even be able to fit you both?” He rambles, a hand rubbing circles against his squirming meal. “I guess there’s really one way to find out~”

Despite how they tried to squirm out of the way, Jack was faster. He pinched the backs of both their shirts, hoisting them into the air as he laid back on the cold stone floor. His tongue snaked over his lips as he looked at the squirming tinies about two feet above his face. So funny.

Unable to move their arms, the two in his hands kicked as hard as they could. No. Nonono. They could NOT go down like this! Not by the hands, or in this case stomach, of some teen boy who defied both of them. “Kelly, Don’t you DARE!!”

“Oh? And who’s stopping me, spider. I know fer sure it ain’t you or Joe. Highly doubt it’s the Delanceys or Weasel either. Hell, just for that I think you’ll go down first. Let’s see if you can actually stop me~” With the shit eating grin he’d learned to wear so well, Jack opens his mouth wide under the writhing tiny and with a simple movement of a single finger allows him to drop down....down.....down.......

Gulp!

He can’t help but swallow in suprise when the small body goes a bit further in then he intended. Forcing the rest of his prey’s squirming body down with a more violent swallow, he sighs. “Well now that went quick,” he mumbles, gaze trailing to the final tiny.

“Well look at where we is now, Joe...you shrunk, danglin’ over my maw. Bet’cha didn’t expect this one when we talked durin’ th’ strike,” Jack teases, fake dropping Pulitzer for a moment before hoisting him right back up.

Joseph couldn’t help but yelp as he was moved down like he was dropped only to be yanked right back up. Jesus! What was this kid on?! “Mr. Kelly. Consider this! Everything’s settled and-“

“Save ya breath, Joe. You ain’t gettin’ out of this,” Jack groans with a small eye roll. He thought that was obvious. “Here, hold still.” Lowering the tiny, he pinched the bindings of thread that held his wrists between his fangs of k-9’s and pulled. The satisfying little snap along with the yelp he heard from the man in his hand was enough to make him chuckle. “There. Now ya can help th’ others get their’s off. Squirm more too~”

Raising his arm again Jack opened his mouth. His tongue hung out over his lip as they twitched into some unhinged, open mouthed grin. Joseph didn’t even have long to look at it before he was plummeting down into the carvern, past Jack’s teeth and tongue, the uvula hitting his face for a brief second. All of it then disappeard to be replaced with the hot, wet, tight confines of the teen’s throat with only two violent, strong swallows from the boy that now surrounded him.

As Jack’s fingers trailed down with the bulge in his throat the teen sighs. That....oh boy was that something. Hearing a finally content gurgle from his belly he smiles. That’s when something rises in his chest. Hitting a fist to his chest he lets out a small belch, followed quickly by a hiccup. “Mmmm....now that’s what I call a -hic!- meal~”

The leader of Manhattan shifts on his back, favoring to move to his side as he unbuttons his vest. With the pressure gone the roundness is more apparent, including any struggle that was hard enough to make a little mini bulge appear for a moment. Humming, tone more then a bit pleased, he gently kneads at his descended middle. “W-Wow. Ya...whew....ya really -hic!- filled me up. I thinks...h-Heh....this has gotta be the most -hic!- full I’ve been in ages. Scratch that. This’s the -his!- fullest I’s has ever been,” He breathed out.

The five in his stomach continue to fight. They yell pleas or insults that get lost under the layers of flesh and fabric. The lack of the buttoned vest makes it a little more breathable, but not much. It’s still cramped, it’s still hot as hell, and it’s still wet. The room gurgles around them, churning as they fight. This...this can’t be the end, right? If can’t just end like that.

Right?

For a minute Jack is able to forget where he is. It was like he wasn’t in a cellar where he was once held in the god forsaken Refuge that managed to truely scare him. Like he wasn’t on cold stone floors in a room that goes pitch black when the door shuts. Like he was in his bed at the lodge instead, or curled up with Davey. Not here. A light draft snaps him out of it. Out of his mini fantasy. Right. Can’t stay here. The bulls’ll be back tomorrow to keep investigating and he can’t leave them to find him here.

Groaning, he forces himself to a sitting position with arms that have never felt so weak. The struggling felt so good, but he had to ignore it. He had to get somewhere safer. Shoving himself to his feet, supported by legs made of jello and a cold stone wall, he huffs. “J-Jesus. You’s.....you all’s is heavy. Whew. This is -hic!- gonna be a c-challenge...” he mumble to the group in his stomach as he readies himself for the trip ahead.

An arm wraps around the underside of his decended stomach, the other either on his hip of against a wall for balance as he stumbles out the door. Off goes the light as he works his way up the stairs and out the door. Undetected. Perfect. Feeling his stomach grumble and gurgle around his more then filling meal, he breaths a small laugh. The hiccups continue as he sluggishly makes his way through the streets of the sleeping New York. God, this was a pain.

Things only got worse when he got to the ladder.

The world shifts and sways for the five in his stomach as the boy stumbles through town. They continue to fight, any sound from the organ around them striking the cold blade of fear through their hearts. No digestion yet but they weren’t about to take a chance. Suddenly, everything pitched backwards and they were send squishing against each other and what they had to guess to be the boy’s spine. Still they fought. They fought and they yelled.

If they thought they were making him sick then they were so horribly mistaken. Each squirm, kick, or punch pulled him closer to the land of sleep. His eyelids hung close to shut as he stumbled his way onto and across the roof of the lodging house. There was Crutchie, fast asleep in his usual place in his “penthouse.” It was good to know some things never changed.

Working his way down to a laying down position was difficult to say the least. They didn’t cooperate and it was taking a lot to get used to the new weight in his gut. Was....was this what it was like to be pregnant? Ok, that’s a whole new level of respect for women from him. He couldn’t even imagine another day with weight like this, much less 9 months! Yanking a blanket over himself, he snuggles down.

“Mmm....I think I’m gonna -hic!- take a lil’ nap....bette’a get comfy, ya five. Might -hic!- be a while before I’s is awake and you sees the light o’ day....” he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into his pillow in a way he knew made his head sit just right.

The kicking and fighting picks up and hard. They fight the walls and body of the boy holding them captive with all they have while yelling for him to let them out. Some are more furious then others. Some more frightened. It was so....this place could easily be deadly to things and people in their situation, and that? That they feared would become a reality all too soon.

It doesn’t take long for Jack to be pulled off into the land of sleep while snores start to ring from his unconscious body. This situation, this night....it couldn’t have gone better. He got his revenge, was full beyond compare, and was getting the best sleep of his life before he’d have to go out and sell. As he slept the rest of the night away he smiled. Nothing seemed to be able to ruin this.

“....a.....ck...?”

Nothing could go wrong.

“.Ja.....k....”

Nothing could turn this on his head.

“....ack...!”

At least that’s what he thought. He had fallen asleep with that mindset, forgetting a rather important question...

“JACK! Wake up! What in th’ hell happend t’ya??”

How in the hell was he going to explain this to the others?