#PLEASE COME BACK TO MEEEEEE

[jazzies-stuff]

Saw some discussion about Edouard being the lovechild of Isaac and Hector and immediately got yanked back to my roots.

Based off this.

[courviknight]

i just finished the most stressful area rotation and i did finish the scrapbooking component <3 i’m happy how they turned out and i wanted to share them

[grace4867]

Im cooked...

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

edyn tidestrider my loveeeeee

[okwonyo]

i miss loveletter anonie 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。where are youuuuuu ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “not-so-random suggestive and non-suggestive” prompts 

“How was your sleep?” “Mm.. It was good. Better.” “Better how?” “Better because you’re here.” (THE WAY I GOT SO FLUSTERED WTF)

“That’s my girl/boy,” Character B murmurs in a hushed voice, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair while Character A rests their head on their chest, trying to catch their breath. (THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT INTERNALLY, THE AUDACITY HE AUDACITIED??? WHAT THE FUCK??? EXCUSEEEE MEEEEEE??? BTW, SIR, HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS IN THE MORNING-)

“Fuck, you turn me on so much with the noises you make,” Character B groans, thrusting their hips up into Character A’s and Character A whimpering softly at that. (Okay so I added the fuck at the start because it’s hotter this way bUTTTT WKGKSKFS PLSSSSS I JUST- OH MY GOD, I think I just realised that dialogue to me is SO IMPORTANT LMFAOOO)

“There are two hot things in this room right now: you, and the temperature.” (LET ME BREATHE, DAMNNNN) 

“Mmm, I’m gonna hog the bed so you can’t get on,” Character A murmurs, laying sprawled out on the bed. “That’s fine, I can just lay on you,” Character B says, making their way to the bed. “…Are you calling me a bed?” Character A questions as Character B gets on top of them, careful not to crush them under their weight. “Yeah, you're my bed,” Character B murmurs, snuggling close to Character A. (FUCKCKKCKXKDKKSKGKAKD HE’S JUST OUT HERE FLIRTING TO THE MAX WITH ME AND LEAVING ME SPEECHLESS TF)

“I told you my bed’s cozy,” Character B says, chuckling as they make their way over to Character A, who’s snuggled up under the covers. They pull the cover back and climb into the bed next to Character A, wrapping their arms around them. “And now it’s even cozier,” Character B murmurs into Character A’s neck. “Because you’re here?” Character A questions playfully. “Yeah,” Character B answers.

A laughter filled tickling play fight session somehow turning into them making out, turning into Character A straddling Character B, head thrown back in pleasure as they grind their hips against Character B’s while Character B holds onto their hips, thrusts matching the momentum of Character A’s movements.  

Spending way too much time tickling each other, peals of laughter coming from them both as they both try to attack each other’s sensitive spots. (His laughter is so cute AND I REALLY MISS HIM PLS WJDSK)

Morning cuddles and kisses as sunlight spills into the room.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good once we get there, yeah?” (MY HONEST REACTION WAS LITERALLY “???” I JUST?? WHAT?? SINCE WHEN WAS HE- AND HIM SWEARING? HOT HOT HOT HOT WKGKAKS)

Character A taking Character B’s hand into theirs while they’re driving. “You can drive with one hand, right?” they ask with a little grin, and Character B chuckles and nods. “Of course I can.” (HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND IS SO HOT BYE)

Character B guiding the speed of Character A’s hips as Character A grinds against them. (can he PLEASE manhandle me-)

“Okay, I’ll let you tickle me wherever you want if you give me one kiss.” (He lied a few times AHAHA, dodged my attacks instead after I gave him his kisses bruhhh) 

Character B lending their clothes to Character A since Character A’s staying the night. (The way I smelled like him AHHHH)

The soft “yeah?” Character B would mutter in response when they’re messing around with Character A and noises would fall from Character A’s mouth, involuntarily.

Stopping their play fight every now and again to kiss each other. 

Character B flirting with Character A and Character A not knowing how to respond other than half groaning and half laughing and calling them insufferable (affectionately). (Like I said, I’m romantically constipated-) 

Character B laughing every time Character A calls them annoying and insufferable whenever they flirt with them. 

Character A leaning in to kiss Character B… And then using that opportunity to tickle them when Character B’s guards are down. 

Them just laughing with each other at the dumbest shit until they’re out of breath; finding comfort and joy in each other’s company. 

Character A teasing Character B with how ticklish they are on certain spots. 

Character B tugging at the hem of Character A’s top, wanting to take it off, but Character A shakes their head and Character B immediately respects that by backing off a bit. (I’m including this because I don’t think people understand that any signs of no means no. Some people need to take notes for real)

“So… Are you going to stay over tonight?” “…Mm, maybe next time.” “You always say next time, though.” (EWLKNFWELN He really wanted me to stay, and I clearly folded so um pwnfewklnf) 

“I’m sorry if I’m like… Slow with all of this? I’m not experienced with any of this, and I don’t know what I’m doing. And I don’t think I’m ready for… You know.” “And that’s fine. Like I said, we’ll take it slow; we’ve got all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other, hm?” (WHEN I SAY I WAS GOING WEKJFNEWJKNEWFLN WHEN HE REASSURED ME, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHHH)

Character B climbing back into bed after taking their morning shower to get more cuddles in with Character A before they have to go to work.

“You can just change in here if you want.” (WO4HKLWFN THIS FUCKING MAN LMFAOOO, the way I didn’t listen and went to the bathroom to change because I’m still feeling too embarrassed to change in front of him even though he’s kind of seen me topless before)

Hugging each other a little tighter, and Character A mumbling, “God, I really don’t want to leave” before they part ways.

“The way you keep running around in my mind everyday… How dare you?” Character A mumbles. “Well, is there a problem with that?” Character B questions with a chuckle. (I’m bold for this one, praise me LKNEFKLNWG)

The constant check ins from Character B, to make sure Character A’s all good and well. (every prompt list has this because it’s something I’ll always fucking harp on about lmao)

Character B grasping Character A’s wrists so they’d stop attacking their ticklish spots, pulling them in for a kiss instead. (He did this SO MANY TIMES AND FAILED SO MANY TIMES AHAHA, I’m a sneaky menace) 

Character A pulling the Spiderman kiss on Character B while Character B’s lying down. (I WANNA KISS HIM MORE FUCKSLKFNES’F)

Character A waking up in Character B’s clothes and in their bed, hair all mussed up and sporting a faint mark on their neck. (I think I uh… I think I like having marks on my neck?? Made by him, specifically, IDK wpeofnew;nf)

Get home safe! Love you lots and lots, Character B texts Character A. (THE WAY I SMILED WHEN I SAW HIS TEXT WHILE HEADING TO THE STATION AHAHA, it wasn’t even ten minutes since we parted and he sent me this and I was fangirling about it to my friends AHAHA) 

“Aren’t you going to get up now? You gotta get to work,” Character A says, poking Character B’s side. “Mmm, five more minutes,” Character B murmurs, pulling Character A closer to them. (HE’S SO CLINGY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHDFOEKNF)

Character A realising they might actually be falling in love, slowly but surely, with Character B. (YEAH SO THIS IS A REVELATION AND A HALF AND IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT) 

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't��the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[amjustagirl]

Chapter 2

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader

genre: romance, angst

wc: 2.7k

summary: you've loved soshiro since you were seven. he will always place his duty above you.

chapt 1 / chapt 2 / chapt 3 / chapt 4 / chapt 5

The first step in your mission to reclaim your heart back from Hoshina Soshiro is to ignore his texts. 

// omg my blade got chipped in a fight //  // daikaiju with a ridiculously hard shell //  // so annoying!! //  // hmph!!! // // fix it for meeeeee //

<kindly send me your request through official channels please, vice captain hoshina>

// !?!?!??!?!// // u still have indigestion???//

You really should’ve foreseen his sheer stubbornness though, considering the mountain of rejection he had to claw through to get to where he is. He springs a surprise visit on you, breaking into your lab without warning. 

“Did you seriously ask me to fill in an official form for upgrades?” he demands, miffed. 

“Record keeping purposes”, you lie through your teeth. “My boss is on my back.” 

“Your boss?!” he repeats incredulously. “Aren’t you the head of your department?” 

A department consisting only of three overworked blade specialists servicing the entirety of Japan’s Defense Force and private security forces, but he has a point. “Well, the auditors might run their checks, and how am I supposed to justify spending budget on reckless improvements that a certain vice captain demands -” 

He slings an arm over your shoulder and a crackle of electricity zips up your spine. “C’mon, don’t be silly -” 

You shrug him off, waiting nothing better than to run for the toilets to fan away the heat spreading up the column of your neck to the apples of your cheek. “Fine”, you acquiesce. “I’ll get to it - just, stop bugging me -” 

He smirks, content at getting his way. “Great, now we can grab lunch. Food here’s so much better than on base -” 

That, you can fend off. “Can’t”, you say. “Lunch with colleagues. And no, you can’t join, Hana-chan wants to cry about her ex, and you’ll make her uncomfortable if you’re there.”

He goggles at you. “Since when do you have friends besides me?” 

“Always, you rude shit”, you say, though really, you’ve just been putting in more effort in being more social at work. “Now, get out.” 

At last, he leaves, so you can reset your heart to its factory settings. You fix his katanas and send it back via courier, when previously you might have delivered it to the base yourself as an excuse to see him again.

The next step is to find something else to preoccupy you. 

You sign up for pottery lessons on Sunday afternoons, which clashes directly with when Soshiro gets the majority of his time off. You aim to slaughter two birds with a single stroke, an excuse to avoid him coupled with a hobby for you that has nothing to do with him. 

It comes naturally to you, since you’re accustomed to using your hands and handling heat to create things, even if it’s usually steel, not soft clay. But it’s different when you do it for fun, for yourself. Blades can be beautiful, but your focus when hammering at them has always been its function, not form, so it’s a welcome change to just create things for its beauty. 

You make cups and bowls for your colleagues (now friends), a set of sake cups for your parents in a rust-red glaze. Your proudest creation is a tea set that you keep for yourself, displayed on the windowsill to remind you of a summer sky when it’s grey. 

Even Yamamoto-san gets a little gift since you now consider him a friend, a stone pot for a plant  he complained of having outgrown its home. He reciprocates next month with a plant for you, who he says needs a home. This you struggle with, not being born with a green thumb. You studiously research plant-rearing tips and plunk the monstera you are gifted with by your prized tea set, but it truly thrives when you bring another potted plant home. Pothos, at first, because they’re too-determined to live. Bird’s fern, for it’s graceful leaves. When you’re more confident, you top it off with azaleas, for colour, hydrangeas to match your tea set.   

(not violets, never violets)

“Huh”, you stare at the jungle on your balcony “Even plants need friends, I guess.” 

It’s still little too soon to put yourself out there on the dating apps and start searching in the radioactive waste pool of the Tokyo dating scene when your heart is still tethered to Hoshina Soshiro. Any willpower you have to stay away is shaken when you hear that Soshiro’s been assigned a numbers weapon, especially after hearing whispers in the lab that testing has been going terribly. You ask permission to be on base to watch one testing session yourself as a weapons technician. The Numbers Weapon 10 has a mind of its own, and it keeps clashing with Soshiro, causing their test results to be abysmally low. 

“Will he be safe?” you question Okonogi-san, the overworked third base operations leader. 

“If he doesn’t get his numbers up with the weapon, I doubt he’ll be allowed to wear it out on the field”, she shrugs. 

You slip away before he’s released from testing grounds. 

// did u srsly come to base //  // and not say hi!?!??! //  // i haven’t seen ur face in forever // 

<super bz, sorry!!> 

It’s the truth. Despite your pledge to carve out more space to live a life that yours, you make an exception, burning hours on a new weapon to match the volatile Numbers weapon that by all reports, only wants to be worn by Soshiro. Anyone who knows anything about Soshiro knows of his preference for twin blades, ‘cos it makes me look cool’, he jokes, so no one will anticipate a single katana as a backup weapon. 

// ty for the katana //  // it’s q cool //  // ok, v v cool //  // wld be cooler if you dropped by to say hi //  // free this weekend? //

You take a train all the way back to Osaka to visit your parents instead, lest he take it upon himself to commit larceny by breaking into your apartment. You don’t put it past him, since he has the combination to your front lock - his birthday, that’s another thing you need to change. 

“How’s Yamamoto-san?” your mother asks, none too subtly. 

You know your parents are proud of both you and your older brother for following the family’s traditions, and you’re lucky they’re progressive enough to encourage it even in you, but they’re of the age where they’re starting to long for grandchildren. Your older brother’s wedding scheduled for next year should distract them for now, but they’ll soon look to replicate their success with you. 

“He’s pretty nice, but I don’t think he’s the one”, you reply.

Your mother’s lips purse. “Are you still hung up on that Hoshino boy?” 

You’re stung into silence, your mother’s directness catching you off-guard. She tsks at you, pouring you tea that’s bitter from being steeped too long. 

“I’m not - that’s not -” 

Her gaze is sharper than any blade you’ve ever made. “Don’t insult me by lying.” 

“Ka-san. It’s hard but I’m trying to get over it- gods, it’s so embarrassing to say this aloud in front of my own mother -”

She sniffs imperiously. “Try harder.”

“Will do”, you reply dryly. “I’ll just walk into the nearest combini and pick up the first guy they have sitting on the shelf, shall I?” 

She raps your knuckles with her chopsticks. “Don’t be insolent”, she clucks. “Hoshina Soshiro -” 

“I know, ‘ka-san”, you interrupt, the wound still raw under its scabbing. “You don’t have to say it.” 

“Hm.” 

It’s too difficult to meet your mother’s eyes, so you’re glad when she bustles off to the kitchen. A plate is shoved under your nose, oranges, painstakingly peeled, apples, perfectly sliced. 

“There’ll be mangoes if you come back next week”, your mother says. 

“That’ll be nice”, you smile. 

The next step is the hardest, the part you fear the most. 

Soshiro insists on seeing you. There’s no excuse he accepts, not after forty two calls and unread messages. Initially you toyed with changing the combination on your front door to keep him out, but you’re certain he’ll stand outside and cause a ruckus until you let him in.

He’s waiting in your apartment when you return from class. “Okairie”, he grounds out, jaw set. “It’s nice to see you again.” 

There’s no point running. He’ll catch up with you within seconds anyway. 

You drop your bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. “It’s nice to see you too”, you reply, skirting around his palpable annoyance. “Are you staying for dinner? I can make curry rice - ”

“I wanna know why you’ve been ignoring me.”

You plaster on a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hedge. “I mean, I’ve been busy at work, you’ve been busy at work - I’ve been picking up new hobbies -”

“Which I’d know, if you talked to me in the past three months -” 

“I’ve really been too busy, haven’t had the chance -” 

“Nonsense”, he scoffs. “Don’t think I don’t know that you dropped by base without saying hi -” 

“Pretty sure you were too busy tussling with that new combat suit  -” 

“You didn’t even bother to lunch with me the last time I came to your office -” 

“I was busy working on your weapon, which I don’t hear you complaining about -” 

You stop short when he takes you by your shoulders. You smell coffee and steel, a scent that just so Soshiro, that it makes your heart forget to beat. He’s close, far too close that you can see the dying sun-gold illuminating the violet iris of his eyes. You squeak as he tips your chin up, calloused fingers so painfully gentle as he meets your gaze. “Are you sure we’re okay?”, he asks softly. “Did I do something wrong?” 

Other than torturing your heart by being within your vicinity? 

Shaking your head, you take a large step back. “All good”, you splutter, ears on fire. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to hide, shouldering into your space. “Somehow I don’t believe you”, he pinches your cheek. “Spill it. Stop lyin’.” 

The pieces of your heart are stitched together with fragile threads, but his presence makes your heart slam itself against your ribcage over and over again. You are powerless from stopping it from falling apart again. 

“You can eat my entire tub of chestnut ice cream -” 

“Stop tryin’ to distract me.” He leans in, almost nose to nose with you, the curve of his mouth so dangerously close to your lips that your heart chooses this precise moment to combust. “Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it.” 

Courage has never been your strong suit, but you owe it to Soshrio to be brave enough to be honest that it’s not him, never him that made you run and hide. It’s your traitorous heart at blame. Plus, you figure, when he turns you down, perhaps it’ll finally deprive your heart of any lingering hopes it harbours, so you can finally, finally reclaim ownership of your heart. 

Your lungs claw for air. 

“It’s not anything you did”, you whisper. “I just wanted more than what you probably ever thought to give.” 

His brows pinch together in confusion. 

“It’s just - I know you’re busy doing big things in the Defense Force and you probably never have time in between killing a million kaijus to consider anything outside of work, and I know that you’ve never given any indication that you see me more than just a friend, cos really, I know where I stand -” 

“You’re rambling.” He shakes you. “You’re not making any sense.” 

You close your eyes. 

(plunge a knife into your chest, carve it out whilst it's still beating, still bleeding)

“I like you, Soshiro-kun”, you say. “Not just as a friend, in case that wasn’t clear enough.” 

“Oh.”

It’s a simple word with exactly one syllable, but it does the job. He stares at you, slack jawed. His reaction twists the knife deeper into your belly. You clutch the counter for balance, prevent yourself from doubling over, spilling your guts on your kitchen floor. “I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship so I’ve just been kinda distant. I needed - I needed space. Just to get over it. I’m sorry if I worried you.” 

He still doesn’t respond. 

“Soshiro -” 

He looks up and you read only pity in his gaze. “I’m sorry -”

Your hurt pride will not allow you to let him see you fall apart. “Can we attack that tub of ice cream now”, you interrupt. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore.” 

“Right”, he says after a long pause, face carefully blank. “Ice cream.” 

You spend the rest of the evening eating ice cream and decidedly avoiding his gaze while chattering away about everything and nothing at all, papering over any awkwardness in a desperate attempt to pretend you don’t care that you’ve just killed any chance you’ve had at keeping your friendship intact. He’s almost silent save for some mmhms and grunts to indicate he’s still listening, so unlike his usual talkative replate with a joke in hand. You too, cannot put up with this charade anymore, so you feign tiredness, just to cut this ordeal short. 

“Stay safe”, you remind him. “Don’t get eaten by a kaiju.” 

“Yeah”, he replies. 

He doesn’t say seeya later, as he usually does. You’re unsurprised by that. 

Your phone remains empty of any new messages from him. 

In the initial aftermath, you drown yourself in work to overcompensate for your wandering mind and wishful heart. All tweaks to his weaponry are done purely through official channels, as you previously requested. He doesn’t even text you a thanks when you stay up working on changes to his blades. Not that you’ve ever felt entitled to his gratitude. It’s just your job - one that you’ve decided to take up because your seven year old self lost her heart to him, but really, that’s on you, not him. 

There are no spontaneous lunchtime visits, not even when you make updates to his brother’s tech. He doesn’t drop by your apartment the next time he’s off-duty, nor he does ask you to accompany him to another overpriced dessert cafe, not even when the gingko trees in Tokyo turn yellow, marking the season for every store to have a mont blanc special which you know he’d be weak for. 

This is good, you tell yourself. 

It hurts less than you expected. Of course it splits open your stitched-closed wounds to hear him say in your face what you already knew, that Hoshina Soshiro will never love you, not in this lifetime or the next. You allow yourself a few lonely nights to wallow in self-pity, spend a weekend facedown on your bed, stifling your screams into your pillow.  You might have lost your footing momentarily, slipped down a ravine of despair, but with a few weeks’ grace, you start to claw your way out of the ravine of despair. 

You will find your footing, find a way to get over him, live a life without Hoshina Soshiro by your side. 

You will. You will. 

It will become easier. You find contentment sitting on your balcony by yourself as the evenings grow cooler, leaves catching in the breeze, a meal you cooked for yourself on your lap. You throw yourself headfirst into pottery classes, where all you focus on is the feel of soft clay melting into your hands. Between work, your hobbies and weekend visits home, you don’t give yourself time to think about anything or anyone else anymore. 

Weeks pass. 

You catch a glimpse of him on the office TV as you clock in for work. Though you almost always turn it off right away, lest your heart believe it can find its way back to him, you make an exception today when the TV starts to blare about some daikaiju appearing, one after another across Japan, the third division  deploying to a location not too far away from you. 

 <stay safe>

 <don’t be eaten by a kaiju>

 <eat ‘em for brekkie instead>

The building starts to shake. 

You put your phone away. Your co-workers surround the screen, yelling about evacuations and contingencies. You start to head down towards the forge, determined to save as much of your handiwork as you can. Soshiro and the rest of the swordsmen in the Defense Force will need whatever you can save. 

a/n: manga spoilers from the next chapt onwards, read at your own risk! also, am off riding in mongolia til the 20th - next chapter out after - pls lmk what you guys think in the meantime ;)

[scribblesofagoonerr]

whoa, were going to ibiza! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble - pt. 2

well you guys have spoken and here is the second part as promised.

thanks to @alotofpockets and @lvnleah for helping me out along the way!

The day after the confrontation in the restaurant that led to you leaving and going back to the villa, the girls had all decided to go out and hire a boat for the day to enjoy the sun in Ibiza.

Despite the fact that you didn’t want to initially come on holiday, you can’t deny that you aren’t enjoying yourself while splashing around in the water with Grace.

“Aye, Monkey?” Grace calls over to get your attention.

“Yo, what’s up, Clinton Cards?” You turn to look at the older girl.

Grace frowns in confusion, "Wha... Anyways, do you wanna try and tip Lessi off her board with me? Are you up for it?" She questions.

You scoff in agreement, "Please, its' like you don't know me at all! Lets' do it!"

Mischievously, the pair of you approach the paddle board where Alesssia is minding her own business while lounging around and enjoying the Ibiza sun.

"Ready?" Grace checks with you.

You nod in agreement, "Ready."

Alessia catches the two of you and eyes you suspiciously, "What're you two up to?" She wonders.

Grace shrugs her shoulders nonchalant, resting her arms on the side of the paddleboard, "Nothing... Ya know, just chilling! Right, Monkey?"

Your grin is mischievous, but mirrors Graces' innocent tone, "Yus, totally just enjoyin' the water, innit." You state.

"Really? I'm not buying that," Alessia narrows her eyebrow and continues to look at the two of you, "You two definitely look like you're planning something."

Grace starts to give you a subtle look, with the silent understanding between you both as you start to move closer towards the blonde, trying to uphold the innocent act.

"Who, us?" Grace asks, fauxing a gasp with her Scouse accent evident, "We wouldn't dream of it."

"You two are up to no good, I can tell," Alessia rolls her eyes, but can't help to suppress a smile.

With a swift and coordinated movement, you and Grace move to both reach to hold onto one side of the paddleboard each.

"Hi Butterfingers!" You grin wickedly at the blonde, "Bye butterfingers!"

Alessia's eyes widen in realisation, "Monkey, no--" Before she can even finish her protests, she's completely thrown off the board.

"Hey!" Alessia yells in a panic, plunging her into the water as she comes up spluttering for water, "You pair, you little-- I knew you were up to no good!"

Both yourself and Grace can't help burst into laughter while Alessia retaliates back by splashing the two of them, before long the three of you start to get involved in a water fight, not long until Ella and Anna decide to join in as well.

"I'm going to get you both back for that!" Alessia states, lunging towards you, while you duck under the water to escape.

"Heeeeeelp me! Heeeeelp! Lessi's gonna kill me!" You squeal, jumping up onto the decking and trying to bolt from the blonde, whos' hot on your tail, "Save me from Butter fingers!"

Overhearing the commotion, Jordan is curious to find out what is going on as she's taken by surprise by you bolting right towards her soaking wet from the water, "What's goin' on?"

"Shes' trying to kill meeeeee!" You screech aloud, doing no more than jumping right onto Jordan who's left in shock at the sudden change of emotions towards her.

The older woman chuckles in amusement, "Enjoyin' yourself, little one?" She questions, glad to see a smile on your face and that you are somewhat happy now.

Freezing at these words, it’s like the simple old familiar nickname made you snap in the sudden realisation that Jordan isn't the person you're supposed to run to at the minute, in fact the older woman is the one that you hold a sense of resentment for.

So with that being said, you scramble up from her lap and walk slowly backwards towards the edge of the deck, "Oh... Uh yeah, uh buh-bye!" 

"Monkey... You okay, little one?" Jordan wonders, concerned at your abrupt change of mood.

Grace comes up from behind you and can sense the tension in the air between the two of you, slightly pushing you so you fall back into the water, “Whoops. Didn’t mean to make you slip.” She grins and dives back into the water after you.

"Did we... Did we just have a moment? Was that a breakthrough?" Jordan thinks to herself, trying not to spiral in her own thoughts and get too hopeful about things.

"She'll come round Jord, just give her time," Beth reassures her friend, patting her on the shoulder as she knows she must be finding this difficult.

"You alright, Jords?" Katie approaches, seeing the way that her best mate looks so upset about things.

Jordan exhales a deep sigh and nods slightly, "I... I guess so mate.”

"It's still gettin' to you, huh?" Katie questions, knowingly as she moves to sit beside her friend.

"Yeah... I mean, I thought we had a breakthrough there," Jordan admits, slumping her shoulders.

Katie hums in agreement, "Oh, I see..." 

What neither Jordan or Katie realise is that you have gotten out the water again needing a drink and you end up overhearing the conversation between the two of them and you can’t help but want to listen in.

"I know Beth says to give her time to come around but this resentment hurts,” Jordan admits, hanging her head low as she exhales another sigh, “Especially when it's my own kid that is rejecting me in the way that she is.” She adds.

"She will come around though, Jord,” Katie reassures her friend in a gentle tone, “You just have to keep showing up for her like you are.”

You can’t help but think about the truth behind the words, you really have been so awful to Jordan this whole time, but for what reason?

Thinking about it more, there isn’t a reason.

The woman has been there for you throughout, regardless of the fact that you had been so horrible and tried to push her away. Jordan has always shown up even after she moved– She was still always trying to be there for you.

You were just too stubborn to realise it.

“Jordy,” You approach the two of them as you give them a shy look, “I… I’m sorry. I have been horrible for no reason.”

“That’s my queue to leave you pair to talk,” Katie smiles at her friend, patting Jordan on her shoulder before she stands up, ruffling your hair and walking away to give you both the space to talk.

“You okay, kid?” Jordan begins the conversation noting your apprehension to say anything at the minute, “Do you want to come sit down?” She offers.

You're hesitant to agree but regardless you still move to perch beside her, “Um, I… I wanted to say sorry, uh again.” 

“It’s okay kid,” Jordan tells you smiling at you sympathetically, “You don’t need to apologise. I can understand that it has been tough to be here.” She adds.

Shaking your head in disagreement, you need to try and get the words out, “No, no, I do need too… I do need to say sorry cos’ I’ve been completely horrible to you for no reason at all.” You tell her, feeling guilty about the way you’ve been behaving towards her.

The older woman smiles sympathetically, “You had your reasons though, kid.”

“I didn’t have a reason to be so horrible though, I was angry and lashing out… And I miss Le,” You tell her honestly, “All I’ve ever known is you both… and you… you left to go to Aston Villa and I was so upset about that, so I hung onto the idea of resenting you and trying to push you away, but despite me being the way I was, you always came back... " You pause as you peer up to stop the tears escaping your eyes, "You've still always been there, you've shown up when you didn't need too cos' you're my Mama and that's what you do."

You’ve never actually openly called either Jordan or Leah your mums’ apart from when you have been upset or tired, but they are the closest people to that right now, so it feels right to call her that.

Jordan is your Mama, regardless of blood or not.

"Of course I'm always gonna show up for you... little one," Jordan lets' the word slip out of her mouth like an old familiar pattern as you lunge into her arms and wraps your arms around her, "I know things have been hard to handle, but regardless of wherever I am, I will always still love you so much, okay? Nothing about that will ever change!"

"You... You promise?" You start to sob into Jordan's shoulder.

Jordan smiles and holds you tighter in her arms, "I promise, little one. I'm only ever one phone call away, alright? You and Buddy are 2 of the most important people in my life!"

"Love you Jordy," You murmur, resting her head on the older woman's shoulder, “I need at least one fun parent in my life cos’ Le is stricter than ever sometimes. You get high one time and suddenly it’s this huge deal, I totally didn’t deserve to even be grounded!”

Jordan chuckles in amusement and shakes her head, “I can be the fun one as long as you don’t completely push it, eh?” She jokes, ruffling her hair.

“Deal,” You grin satisfied with that answer.

“Oi, you pair!” Beth calls out to break up the conversation from where she is standing, “I hate to interrupt the moment, but we’re heading to the club soon. Better get ready!”

“Yeah we’re comin’ now,” Jordan replies to the blonde, shaking her head, “Way to ruin the moment Beth.” She speaks, loud enough for you both to hear.

You can’t help but giggle in response, “That’s what Beefy does,” You tell her, using the nickname you’d come up with for the blonde woman.

Jordan chuckles in amusement as she shifts you off her lap so she can stand up, “Ready to go, little one?” She asks, looking at you.

“I’m ready to danceeeeee!” You exclaim, jumping up from where you sat so you can go off and get ready to head to the club.

“Yo this is so sick!” You scream, bouncing around to the live DJ set currently going on, the lights are vibrant and the atmosphere is great.

“Ain’t it just!” Grace shouts back in response.

“Ay kid, you got some moves!” Ella notes, beaming a wide smile as she watches you have a wail of a time with the rest of them.

You’re feeling in a better mood now you’ve made up with Jordan and talked about things, but there was still one person you were still not so keen to be near right now.

Katie,

You’ve been avoiding going near her with the words still sticking in your head.

“Hey, kid,” Speak of the devil, the Irish girl approaches you cautiously, “You and me cool again, now? I didn’t mean to upset you,” She wonders.

You bite your bottom lip anxiously and try to back up, “Yeah well you did.”

“Kid, I’m sorry. Come on…” Katie states, trying to not groan in annoyance at your stubbornness, “You’re not one to hold a grudge, are you?”

Scoffing in disagreement, you look at the brunette, “Really? You clearly don’t know me that well then, Leprechaun.” 

“Leprechaun, really?” Katie looks slightly offended with the nickname you had given her.

“Suits yer’ doesn’t it?” You smirk at the older girl.

“Ay, Monkey!” You spin around to look at Alessia who’s shouted over to get your attention, “Come and dance with us!” You're somewhat grateful she’s called you over, at least it’s an attempt to get away from this conversation.

“Sure thing, comin’ now!” Just like that, you head over to the blonde, who’s dancing with Ella and Anna, “Partyyyyy!” You shout, grinning to yourself.

“You’re gonna have to work harder than that, Katie, to get her to forgive you for what she said,” Viv states, watching the engagement between the two of you, “You should know that Monkey’s stubborn when she wants to be.”

“Kids’ stubborn as hell,” Katie grumbles in response.

“Yep,” Beth chuckles in agreement.

Katie watches you dance with some of the girls and she can’t help but feel further guilt about the words that she said as Jordan approaches her and pats her on the back reassuringly, “Just give her some time and she’ll come around,” She repeats the words she had been told earlier on to her best friend.

Despite the remaining tension between you and the Irish woman, you try to forget that by letting yourself enjoy the music and dance with your friends, feeling the weight of the last few days lift off your shoulders as Alessia twirls you around.

“See? Told you that dancing would make you feel better!” The blonde grins as you both dance.

“Yeah, you’re right, Lessi. This is awesome!” Your enjoying yourself and having fun when you feel your phone start to vibrate in your pocket which pulls your attention away when you see who it is, “Oh, hold on. Malfoy’s calling me. I’ll be back!” Trying to find a more quiet area is a bit of a challenge in such a busy place, but you’re keen to be able to talk to her.

“You alright, little one?” Jordan wonders, noting you walk away from the group.

You nod in response, “Yeah, Le’s callin’ me so I’m just gonna go and take it.”

“Alright, don’t wander off too far,” Jordan tells you, ruffling your hair much to your annoyance.

“Jord,” You grumble and attempt to dip under her arm as you swipe to answer, “Ello? New phone, who dis’?” You can’t help but playfully joke with the woman on the other end of the phone.

There's a short gasp on the other side of the phone, “Oh, you’ve been on holiday for a few days and you’ve already forgotten about me?” She jokes, pretending to act hurt, “I see where I stand, Menace.”

“Ha, fooled ya!” You exclaim just as playful, “Ello’ Malfoy! I’m missin’ youuuuu!” You tell her.

“Well you sound like you’re in a good mood,” Leah picks up on your playful mood to be a good sign on the other end of the phone, “I guess that you and Jord are speaking now?” She asks.

“Oh yeah, we’re good! We spoke and stuff, things are like chill now,” You tell the blonde, honestly.

“Really? I’m glad to hear that,” Leah replies on the other end of the phone, “So, you’re enjoying your time away now then?”

“Yep, yep, well I had an argument with Katie, so uh… Things are a bit distant now,” You admit to her, scratching the back of your neck slightly.

“You argued with Katie?” Leah questions, confused, “About what?”

You are a bit apprehensive to tell her what had happened because she can be a bit protective at times, “Oh, well uh, she brought things up from the past.”

“Like what?” Leah asks, curiously.

“Well, she said something along the lines of my mum and dad abandoning me–” You don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before she’s cut you off.

“She did what?!” The blonde shouts aloud in anger.

You wince slightly and pull the phone away to spare your own ears from going deaf, “Le, man. Calm down.”

“She has no right to say those things, no right at all. That is completely out of order for her to say that!” Leah’s off ranting in anger and you can’t get a word in edgeways, “No right at all!”

“Le, it’s fine… Calm down, honestly, it’s fine,” You tell her, trying to get the blonde to cool her temper down ever so slightly, even though you’re definitely not okay still, “You’re more upset about this than I am.” You try and joke to make the situation light.

“Yes, I am mad. I… I  can’t believe she would– How could she say… Why would she say that?” Leah continues to rant down your ear, feeling angry about the whole ordeal, “I hope that Jordan said something to her!” She turns her attention to mention her ex girlfriend.

“Um, I think so?” You tell her, narrowing her eyebrows, “I’m just trying to keep my distance right now.” You admit to the blonde, trying to diffuse the situation.

You can tell Leah is mad right now, probably so mad that she would get in a cab to come and speak with the Irish brunette herself, but that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

You don’t want a fight.

Leah on the other end of the phone probably does, “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Monkey. I can’t believe she said those things to you!” You can tell that she’s trying to control her emotions, “I swear when I see her– I have a good mind to get in a cab and…”

“I know, but I’m okay, Le. Honestly,” You try and keep the blonde from getting in a cab right there and then, “You don’t need to come here, it’s fine!” You tell her.

There’s a sigh on the other end of the phone, “You’re sure?” She asks.

“Mhm, I’m doin’ alright, I just… I miss you,” You admit to her, honestly.

“I miss you too, my cheeky Monkey,” Leah is quick to reply back in agreement, “It won’t be long until you’re home next week.” She adds.

“And then we can go and buy more Lego?” You wonder, cheekily.

“I don’t know about that now,” The blonde laughs on the other end of the phone, “I’m glad you’re back on good terms with Jord again.”

You hum in agreement, “Yeah, me too.”

“She loves you just as much as she loves Buddy,” Leah tells you, honestly and it makes you smile automatically, “As far as we’re both concerned, you’re our kid, okay?”

“I… Uh, okay,” You’re lost for words, you never know how to respond to words like that.

“Monkey! Are you coming to dance?” You hear Ella shout out to get your attention from where you stand chatting to Leah on the phone.

Whipping your head around, you look over to where the brunette is standing with Alessia, “Be there in a minute, hold on!” You tell before you turn your attention back to the phone call, “Le, I gotta go. I wanna dance!”

“Oh sounds like fun, don’t let me stop you,” Leah let out a laugh on the other side of the phone, “Don’t get falling asleep now.” She teases.

“Seriously? I can’t help it when I’m tired. I gotta go anyway.” You whine in disagreement as you huff as you realise one thing.

You had called Jordan your Mama, but you’re yet to actually call Leah your Mum.

They have both been there for you more than anyone, it doesn’t feel right to call one without the other.

“You know I’m only messing with you,” Leah laughs at her own expense, “Go off and have fun!”

“I will, I will! I’m gonna go now anyways, so buh-bye Mum, love you!” You say without even thinking twice about it.

Leah quietly gasps on the other end of the phone, "I… I love you too, my girl. Have fun!" You hang the phone up on your end none the wiser that on the other end of the phone, the blonde starts sobbing as all her friends rally round to find out what the matter is.

"Le, what's wrong?" Keira questions, concerned.

"Has something happened with Monkey?" Holly chimes in, concerned.

"What's going on?" Alex is concerned with the blonde's tears.

"Monkey just called me mum," Leah states, tearfully smiling as she tells her friends, "My girl just called me mum!"

The rest of your holiday in Ibiza has been fun and before you knew it, it's soon coming to an end and you're due to fly back to London along with the girls, other than Katie, who is taking another flight to Paris to support Caitlin in the Olympics.

You wish you could go out there and support Kyra, but you have to get back to training.

"Flights' boarding soon, kid,” Jordan pulls you out of your thoughts, standing up in front of you.

You nod briefly and keep your attention to your phone in your hand,  "Okay.”

In your defence, you would be more enthusiastic about it if it wasn’t for the early time that you’re at the airport.

Why is it that every time you fly, all the flights are super early in the morning? It completely sucks waking up early enough to be dragged to an airport.

"Have you thought about who you want to sit beside on the plane?" Jordan questions.

"Nope," You tell her, trying to fight to keep your eyes awake even though you’re incredibly tired.

That’s what sleep deprivation does to you, such fun.

"Well there's still time to decide I guess,” Jordan frowns as she ruffles your hair, which just annoys you but of course you’re too tired to care, “Do you want to go and have a look in the shop and see if there's anything you like in there?"

"Sure,” You agree, shrugging your shoulders and standing up from your seat, “Can I get an energy drink?” You try your luck here, you might be able to get away with it a lot better with Jordan at least.

“Nice try, I know you’re banned from drinking those,” Jordan shakes her head in disagreement, resting her hand on your back as you start to walk towards the shop.

As you walk towards the duty free section in the airport, you overhear the announcement for Katie's flight to Paris.

"Wait, wait," With that, you turn back to bolt over to Katie, who's just about to head to her gate, "Leprechaun, wait!" You shout aloud to stop her from walking any further.

"Wha... Do you have to insist on calling me that, Monkey?" Katie's words are thrown aside as you throw your arms around her in a tight hug, "Uh, what's all this about?"

"I... I don't want you to leave when you think I'm mad at you cos' I'm not anymore...  I forgive you!" You exclaim, peering up to look at her with your arms still wrapped around her.

Katie starts to smile at your words, “You do? Listen kid, I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't think about it properly," She tells you honestly, “I am sorry.” She repeats.

"It's alright," You shrug your shoulders.

Jordan catches up to you both and glances between the two of you, "Everythin' alright here?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're good," You tell her, nodding in agreement.

"Right, I gotta catch my flight or I'm gonna miss it," Katie realises as she hears her flight number get called out again, “You gotta let go, shorty.” She jokes, ruffling your hair.

You're too tired to even care about her messing it up right now, but you had to make sure you spoke to her before she flew to Paris.

"Have a safe flight, mate. Tell Caitlin that we said hi and good luck as well!" Jordan states, enveloping her best friend in a warm hug.

Katie returns the hug and smiles at Jordan, "I will do, thanks mate. I hope you guys have a safe flight back to London as well!" She tells you both, “Stay out of trouble, Monkey.” She jokes.

"Bye, Leprechaun!" You hug the woman tightly again before she heads off to her gate, "Okay, now can we go and check out the lego before we catch our flight?" You wonder.

Jordan chuckles and wraps her arm around your shoulder, "Course we can, that was mature of you to do. I'm proud of you, little one."  She tells you, honestly.

You all but drag Jordan into the shop as soon as you set your eyes on a new lego set, it's one you've been wanting for a while and you're ecstatic to see it there in sight, "Ohhhhhh my gawd!"

If you weren’t awake before then you definitely are now.

Lego is love, lego is life!

Jordan however doesn’t understand your urgency or excitement as you’re rushing towards it, "Wha... Aye, kid. Slow down-- Where are you off?"

"Looky, looky! They have it, they have it. I neeeeeed to get it!" You bounce up and down on your toes and point with your index finger to the lego set in front of you.

"The lego car?" Jordan looks at you gone out.

"Pleaseeeeee, it's not just any lego car. It's the Lego Technic 42160 Audi RS Q e-tron Remote Control Car Toy," You don't care if you sound like a complete nerd, you absolutely do need it, "I need it, I do! I do!"

"You don't say," Jordan chuckles, amused by your knowledge.

You stare at it in complete awe, "I've been wantin' to get this for ages, but mean Malfoy said no last time because I spent all my monthly allowance-- I need to get it so much!" You all but tell her, wanting that right now more than anything.

“Alright then,” Jordan nods as she looks over it, “Well go ahead, pick it up then and we’ll get it.”

You spin your head around to look at her in shock, “Wait, what?” You’re not sure if you heard it right.

“I’ll buy it for you,” Jordan tells you, laughing in amusement at your shocked face.

“You will?!” You stare at her with wide eyes, “No way!” You exclaim in excitement, your inner childlike happiness coming out when it comes to Lego.

“Yeah, it’s my treat,” The older woman agrees with you, glad to see you look so happy once again.

You grin and eagerly pick one up, “"Yeeees, thanks Jordy. I love youuuuuu!"

"I love you too, little one. C'mon let's go and pay for it then," Jordan chuckles, heading over to purchase your new toy which you can't wait to set up the minute that you get home, before you head to meet the rest of the girls.

"Whatcha got there, Monkey?" Ella wonders, spotting you practically running back to them.

"New LEGO! Looky, check it out!" You are excited enough to show it off to anyone who cares.

"Wow, that looks cool!" Vic admires it.

You grin in agreement, "Don't it just?"

"You've gone and spoiled her already? That didn't take long, Jord," Beth jokes with her friend.

"It's just one thing, it's not a big deal," Jordan rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "The kid deserves it, don't she?"

"You're too soft, you know she has an obsession with Lego, right? Leahs' house has more lego house in it than she knows what to do with it,"

"Then I'm sure she'll be thrilled for something else," Jordan remarks, smirking as she takes in the joy on your face with your new remote control car, "Look how happy she looks!" She adds.

"Mhm, I do have to admit that she does seem happy," Beth replies in agreement, "I'm glad you have both made up, Monkey does need you despite how stubborn she is."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm glad we've made up too," Jordan tells her, looking over at you and smiles, "I love that kid so much ever since she came into our lives, it broke my heart for her to be so cold and distant towards me."

Soon enough, your flight is called and of course you board the flight with your new remote control in hand, because you're not in any type of rush to lose it.

And much to Jordan's own surprise, it's her that you sit beside on the plane back to London.

Although she does start to dread it ever so slightly when you yap in her ear the whole time, but despite that, she's just glad you're both on good terms again.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[destinyisastar]

can i request dazai and tetchou (separately) reacting to their s/o (fem) putting a flower crown on their head saying "for my fave boii!!!"

i got this idea from....my head! ofcourse :3

please , no pressure, take ur time! :DDD

This is my first ever request! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you enjoy!!! 💕 (I made a little scenario to go with it)

Characters: Osamu Dazai, Tetcho Suehiro

x Fem Reader

~❀~ A Crown for My Favorite Boy ~❀~

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀  ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

OSAMU DAZAI-

 “Oh, my sweet, sweet belladonna we finally have time for ourselves!” He dramatically falls on the grass.

Dazai thought it would be a splendid idea to take you out on a date to the park…. while you both were working.

-FLASHBACK-

Dazai swivels his way to your desk, reaching out to you, “Helloooooo my love!”

You don’t have to face him to see that he’s planning something mischievous.

“Hello to you too,” You peck his cheek and go back to typing on your laptop.

He pouts, “Pay attention to meeeeee!”

“Osamu, the day just started, won’t you at least do some paperwork?” You look at him for a moment.

He puts a finger to his chin in a thinking pose, “Hmmmm…... nope!”

You sigh.

Dazai suddenly jumps up from his seat, seemingly with an idea. “I just had the most magnificent idea!”

You look at him from your chair, “And what exactly is that idea?”

“We shall go…… on a DATE!” he says

You just stare at him.

“Osamu, we are in the beginning of the workday.”

“Even so my dear, my love for you goes knows no bounds!” he takes your hands. “Lets goooooo!” Pulling you out of your seat and racing to the door.

“Wait! Hold on samu!”

-END of FLASHBACK-

You smile softly at him, feeling the grass between your fingers. You take notice of the pink flowers near you.

You pick some of them.

“What are you doing, my sweet?”

You cover the flowers with your hand, “Nothing samu, just close your eyes for a moment.”

“Close my eyes? Ooooo I like where this is going.” He smirks at you.

You deadpan at him, “Not like that dummy, shut your eyes, okay.”

“Hmmmm, okay.” Dazai shuts his eyes.

You take a moment, “Okay, sit up but still keep your eyes close.”

Dazai hums as he sits up.

You place a pink and white flower crown on his head.

“There! You can open them now!”

Dazai opens his eyes feeling something on his head.

“A flower crown for my favorite boy!” You smile at him.

He looks up then down back to you.

“You’re the cutest girl in the world.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, with you returning the same gesture.

~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~

TETCHO SUEHIRO-

Tetcho is sitting at the dining table with a bowl of rice with …. sugar... when you call out to him.

“Tetcho! Are you working this Saturday?”

He puts his chopsticks down, “No, I’m off that day, why?”

You walk towards him with your phone in hand, “Theres going to be a flower festival this Saturday, do you think we can go, please?!” You show him the website of the festival.

He grabs your phone, “It looks pleasant, yes we can go.”

“Yay! I’m so excited I’m going to go pick out an outfit right now.” You run back to your bedroom.

Tetcho smiles and goes back to eating.

-SATURDAY-

“Are you excited Tetcho?” you say to him while holding on to his arm.

He looks to you and smiles, “Yes, there’s a lot of different colored flowers, it all looks pretty.”

“I’m glad,” You look around at some of the stalls, “Oh look they have some snow cones! Let’s get some!”

You let go of his arm and walk to the stall looking at the menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m gonna get a strawberry one, which one do you want Tetcho?”

Tetcho looks at the menu, “I’ll get the same as you.”

“Can we have two strawberry cones one with shimichi please.” He says to the vendor.

“Shimichi?” questions the vendor.

“Yes, do you have any?”

“Well, yes but shimichi?” The vendor asks looking at you now.

You just nod.

“Coming right up then.”

The vendor gives you both the snow cones after two minutes. Both you and Tetcho walk towards a little hill away from the rest of the crowd.

“Its so pretty here!”

Tetcho nods as he finishes up his cone.

“Can you hold my cone for a moment please?”

Tetcho takes it, “What are you going to do?”

You smile at him, “You’ll see.” You stand up and began picking up yellow flowers. Once you gathered all you need you sit back down and get to work.

“Alright I’m all done!” You put your finished flower crown on Tetcho head. “For my favorite boy! A flower crown!!”

Tetcho gives you a soft look. “Your handiwork is incredible, my love.”

“Awww thank you honey!” he gives you a kiss on your cheek.

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Hope you enjoy! I had a little bit of trouble with Tetcho but it was fun :)

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Word Count: 806

[jeonscatalyst]

Hey May! I miss you so much. I noticed you haven’t been posting alot recently and I miss your very insightful posts. Please come back to meeeeee (in rm’s voice) 😭.

So when you do come back (which I hope is soon) could we please talk about Jikook’s numerous inside jokes/ memes and how that is beyond proof of their closeness? I was rewatching AYS and I swear I was floored by how much they just get each other. The way certain things just comes very naturally to them and the way sometimes you can clearly tell they are holding back. I must say I don’t know what kind of relationship those two have but whatever it is, it is so beautiful.

Hey anon.

Over the past 2-3 months, my life has been busier than usual, which is why I haven’t been as active here as I’d like. I truly miss posting daily and engaging more frequently, but I should be back to my regular schedule soon. I also have a lot of unanswered messages in my inbox, and I’ll answer them as soon as possible.

You’re absolutely right about Jikook and their inside jokes or memes. This is one of the most compelling pieces of evidence of how close they are. It’s hard to imagine two people having so many shared inside jokes or effortlessly understanding and acting out memes together unless they spend a lot of time together and share a unique bond. The ability to share inside jokes or effortlessly pick up on the same memes shows a level of comfort and understanding that goes beyond surface interactions. Jikook find it easier to read each other’s cues or anticipate each other’s reactions, which reflects their emotional alignment.

One of my favorite aspects of AYS was seeing this dynamic between them. While it wasn’t the first time most Jikookers noticed their abundance of inside jokes, AYS made it more apparent…even to those in the fandom who usually overlook Jikook as a duo. It was impossible to ignore how their bond stood out. It’s also clear that most people around them don’t fully grasp their humor or references. For example, we saw Tae in AYS, often clueless about what Jikook were up to or even Jin who couldn’t help but ask what they were talking about when they were jikooking on Weverse a few weeks back. Let’s not even get into all the other times those two have left members perplexed at their antics. Jimin and Jungkook share a unique connection that stems from shared experiences and an emotional resonance.

There are many things people can fake, but the kind of connection they share isn’t one of them. AYS highlighted how well they understand each other, their shared interests, and how seamlessly they get along. This is something Jikookers have always recognized, but thanks to AYS, it’s now undeniable to the rest of the fandom as it was as clear as day. Those two share a dynamic that is distinctively theirs and this is a hill I am willing to die on.

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One For The Road [4]

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

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Summary: Cecil calls you late at night

A/N: Another huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading again, making some excellent suggestions, and putting up with meeeeee <3

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, catching feelings, oral sex (afab!receiving), jerking off, p in v sex (with a condom), vibrators, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 3073

I Thought It Was Dark Outside

Cecil: “Do you want to come over on Friday night?” 

You: “You got new porn recommendations for me?”

Cecil: “You want some?” 

You: “Maybe.” 

Cecil: “I was thinking we could do something a little different?” 

You: “Such as?” 

Cecil sends you a video. The preview image is black. 

Cecil: “This could be inspiration maybe?” 

You pause for a moment before you click the video. The second it starts you’re glad it’s late and you are on your own tucked up in bed. Not on public transport or at work. 

It’s, unsurprisingly, semi-professional porn. 

A woman is bouncing on a guy's cock, her hand squeezing his neck as he whines underneath her. 

You: “Is that what you’re into? Getting choked?” 

Cecil takes a few minutes to reply. 

Cecil: “Yeah.” 

Cecil: “I’m into lots of stuff.”

Cecil: “Is that okay?” 

You: “Yep.” 

Cecil: “Good. You don’t have to choke me or anything if you don’t want to, I was just thinking if you’d like to fuck on a bed?”

Cecil: “My bed?” 

You snort, unable to not find his texts weirdly endearing. 

You: “I like how formal you’re being.” 

Cecil: “Yeah? Or are you joking? Tone is hard over text.” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply this time before your phone vibrates with another message. 

Cecil: “And that’s not the only thing that’s hard.” 

Cecil: “Get it?” 

You: “Your dick?” 

Cecil: “You wanna see?” 

You smile. 

You: “Sure.” 

You expect a photo, maybe a little video. But instead, Cecil video calls you. 

After the small beat of surprise, you giggle and accept the call. 

“Hi Cec,” you smile. 

“Hi,” he whines. He’s laying in bed, his face and part of his bare chest taking up the frame. His phone shakes slightly and from the sounds it’s obvious that he’s jerking himself off out of frame. 

“You having fun?” You tease. 

He pouts. “Got horny.” 

“Aw, did you?” 

He pulls a face and you giggle. 

Cecil grins, his facade breaking for a second before he reschools his face into a puppy dog expression. “Your fault.” 

You snort. “How is it my fault?”

“Talking to you, got hard.” 

Heat runs under your skin. “Show me.” 

He bites his lip and there is a manic moment where he scrambles to change the camera from front facing to back one handed, which makes you smile. 

His cock is hard against his stomach, the tip red and swollen. He’s squeezing the base lightly, but not moving. 

You lick your lips. “Aww, Cec…” You say softly and he whimpers. “Having trouble because I’m not there to take care of you?” You try your best to make your voice sound vaguely neutral and fail miserably. 

“Yes.” He whines, and you can hear the over the top sulk in his voice. 

“Want me to come and sit on it?” 

The jab is playful and anything but serious, but his cock twitches before your eyes on the screen and he groans. 

“Pleeeaseee,” he swallows, giving one slow jerk. His stomach muscles quivering under the strain. “Please, god, fuck, Harry isn’t here right now, he’s at Mary-Ann’s tonight. You could, you could stay over and-” He moans as he shallowly thrusts into his hand. “Please, you could, we could-fuck- I mean definitely fuck. I won’t even come until you get here. Please?” 

You pause, conflicted. Part of you really wants to tease him, to mess with him and watch until he spurts all over his tummy and whimpers in that oh so sweet way. 

The other really wants to be in the same room as him right now. 

You glance at the time on your phone. 23:49. This would be a booty call, wouldn’t it? 

Though at this time, it would barely take ten minutes to drive to his house. 

Fuck it. 

“Okay.” 

You barely get the word out before Cecil is uttering a stream of ‘thank yous.’

“But.” 

He stops talking quickly, a little snap echoes as he sharply closes his mouth. 

“I want you to come now. Otherwise, you’ll get too excited when you see me and’ll probably bust a nut on the spot.” 

Cecil giggles, but starts jerking off straight away, his laughter quickly turning into moans. If you hadn’t already heard him several times in previous situations, you would say he was putting it on a little. Purposefully sounding as pornographic as possible. But that was just Cecil, he couldn’t be anything but loud. 

“I would,” he manages to get out through his cries of pleasure. “You’re so smart, I totally, totally would just see you and jizz, fuck, you really gonna come over and see me?” His voice breaks a little at the end and so does a little piece of your heart. 

How many times had people lied to him? 

How many times had others broken promises? 

“I am, the second you finish.”

He whines. His hips slamming up into his fist, the slap, slap, slap of skin echoing around your room. 

“Cecil.” 

“Yes,” the word is strained, breathless.

“I wanna see you when you come, want to see your face.” You haven’t even finished your sentence but already Cecil is rapidly changing the camera. 

He looks so wrecked, his eyes glazed over. He softly whimpers your name, biting his lip. “Gonna come.” 

“Good.” 

He moans loudly, convulsing and nearly dropping the phone with the force of his orgasm. He shudders, breathing hard and pressing the back of his head to his pillow as his muscles tense and relax. 

You’ve never seen anything more beautiful. 

“That was so nice.” He mumbles and then, instead of changing the camera, just twists the phone around to show you the mess of cum on his stomach. 

You grin. “Very good Cecil.” 

“Oh fuck.” He shivers and giggles when he turns the phone back to face him, “Don’t– you’ll make me come again.” 

You snort. “You got a praise kink?” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Duh, of course.” 

You laugh and look at him for a moment, really focusing this time. There are faint bags under his eyes and his eyes themselves are red. “You high?” 

He shakes his head.

“Drunk?” 

“Nope, haven’t drunk or smoked or taken any delicious mind altering substances today.” He gives you a sincere smile. 

Maybe he’s just tired. 

Maybe he’d been crying.

You push that thought away quickly. 

“You sure you want me to come over?” 

He nods quickly, “Please– only if you want to, I mean, but, I’d really like to see you. We don’t have to do anything, well, you could just sit on my face for a few hours.” 

You bark out a laugh. “A few hours?” 

“I know,” he nods, all fake seriousness, “Not long enough….” 

“You dork.” 

“You love me for it,” he beams. 

“Yeah, sure.” You smile. “I’ll be over in ten. And no getting dressed.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He mock salutes. But you get the feeling he likes it more than he is letting on. 

.

—-----------------------------------------------

The drive takes 8 minutes. A new personal record, and no speed limits were broken either.

You’ve barely knocked on the door, your knuckles just grazing the wood, before it’s thrown open dramatically. 

Cecil beams at you, ushering you in. He’s wearing a dark blue towel bathrobe that he takes off in a flourish the second the door is closed. “It’s me, Anastasia.” He flounces his arms to the side, mimicking the cartoon character. He’s completely naked, his semi cock bobs comically as he moves.

You giggle at him, kissing his cheek and then his lips. His grin widens, happiness flowing off him in waves as he wraps his arms around you. His skin is warm and he smells like coconut body wash, obviously having taken a quick shower before you got here. 

“I’m so glad you came.” He nuzzles into your neck, littering any skin he can reach with kisses. 

“Me too. Thank you for inviting me.”

He tuts and squeezes a fraction tighter, “You are always welcome. Literally, just come over whenever.”

A spark of warmth settles in your chest. “Yeah, well, you gotta deal with me in my pyjamas now.”

He pulls back a second, still grinning like an overly excited puppy and biting his plump bottom lip. “This is the sexiest outfit I have ever seen.” 

You laugh, but there’s a sincerity in his expression that makes you stand a little straighter. 

“But,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “You know where it would look even better?” 

“On your bedroom floor?” You snort.

“No,” he gives you a look of mock shock, “On me. It would look better on me, but you need to take it off first.” 

You chuckle, “You’re so silly.” 

“You love it… I hope?” 

“I love it.” You reassure him and stroke his cheek. 

He kisses your wrist, nuzzling into your touch and sighing happily. Slowly he inches closer, once again wrapping his arms around you, “Come to bed with me?” He poked out his bottom lip and blinks rapidly. 

“Stop,” you try to groan but can’t stop the fit of giggle the expression causes. You gently push at his cheek. “That face is terrible.”

He blinks harder. 

“Cec!” You shake your head grinning and he leans forward kissing you deeply and slipping his tongue past your lips. 

The way he softly leads you upstairs somehow feels so uncharacteristically characteristic, sweet and caring despite the raging boner he’s sporting. He barely takes his lips off your skin and you're a little surprised he doesn’t fall up the steps in the process. 

His room is suspiciously tidy, and freshly vacuumed, which makes you smile. However, you don’t get very long to admire it before Cecil pulls you towards the bed, his hands sliding greedily under your top and groaning when he realises you're not wearing a bra. 

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He helps you out of it quickly and sits on the edge of the bed. He palms your breasts eagerly, staring like he’d just found the holy grail before he gently kisses them, sucking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. 

Your breathing hitches as you lean into him, lightly arching your back and sinking your fingers into his hair. 

“Shit, Cecil…” You swallow and he groans, whining softly as he sucks. Pleasure twists and sparks down to your core, settling in a deep untenable ache that you crave for him to soothe. 

He laps at your right breast with the flat of his tongue as he hooks his fingers under your waistband and pulls the rest of your clothing down. 

Slowly he pulls back, holding your hands as he helps to steady you as you step out of your pyjamas. His eyes are lidded, glazed with arousal as he takes you in and squeezes his balls to just take the edge off. 

He groans lowly, saliva shining on his lips as he looks up at you with those big doe eyes. “Come and sit on my face?” Cecil shuffles back fully onto the bed, laying down with his head propped with pillows before he gives you a sweet, beseeching look. 

You nod, climbing after him. Despite having been in a similar position before a sense of anxiety drapes along your skin, the times previously were rushed or accidental, things that you could argue were casual. The unplannedness of this should add to that. Should mean nothing. 

He runs his hands up your thighs eagerly as you settle into position, urging you to partially suffocate him with your core. 

He hums, licking his lips eagerly as he looks up at you and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this happy before. 

Lightly, he tugs at your hips, pulling you closer and darting out his tongue to swipe the tip through your folds and circle your clit. “God, you taste so good.” He groans and repeats the movement with the broad flat of his tongue.

You gasp, grabbing hold of his headboard to steady yourself as he keeps licking, in long steady strokes. 

“Fuck, just use me please.” He mutters, sucking on your clit and pulling you down against him completely. He moans when you do, echoing your sound of pleasure with his. 

For a split second you forget how to move, so overwhelmed with the sensation of his thick, warm tongue. But then he grips your hips and rocks you slightly, encouraging you to find your own rhythm. 

Expletives fall out of your mouth, mixed with his name like a prayer as you grind against him, your thighs shivering and muscles tensing as you chase your peak. 

Cecil moans, slurping at your slick and pulling you closer with every circle of your hips. His balls tighten, the sounds of your cries and heavy breathing settle in the base of his spine. His eyes roll back as the pressure at the root of his cock builds, he squirms his legs, desperately thrusting upwards into nothing as he searches mindlessly for relief. 

He flicks the tip of his tongue, trying to slip deeper inside and curling until you scream, the sensation paralysing you with pleasure. You hang onto the headboard as it washes over you, leaving you weak and shaky as you breathe hard. 

Awkwardly you move back off him, worried that you might have cut off his air supply. 

“Oh fuck,” Cecil whines, breathing as heavily as you were, he looks at you and smiles. “I nearly came too, fuck. God, you sound so fucking sexy when you come, taste so good too.” He climbs over to you, kissing your cheeks and neck and pushing his face in between your breasts and breathing deeply. 

“You wanna fuck? Or you wanna nap?” He gives you a sweet look, and you’re very sure he would be content to wrap you in blankets and snuggle up for the night if you said the latter. 

“Fuck please.” You grin when he beams, excitement plastering his features. 

“I’m warning you,” he jumps out of bed and riffles through his side table drawers. “I’m not gonna just plough you.”

You snort. “Ever the romantic.” 

“No, I mean,” he grins, running a hand through his hair. “No, I mean, I’m probably gonna last less than a second if I just try to do the normal routine, you’re just so pretty and hot and I know you’re gonna feel so nice.” He whines a little at the end and shakes his head, “sorry, I, I’m gonna try not to just,” he mimics an explosion and you giggle. 

“If you gotta you gotta, you know I’ve been with guys who didn’t even try to get me off beforehand, so.” 

He pulls a face, “Where’s the fun in that?” 

You shrug. 

He finds what he was looking for in the drawer and climbs back onto the bed. “Those guys suck.” He unwraps the condom with his teeth and slides it onto himself before he fiddles with something in his hands. It’s small and metal and you don’t realise what it is until he switches it on and it buzzes into life.

“Why do you have a bullet vibrator?” You laugh. 

“For this.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you as he settles between your thighs and notches his cock at your entrance. He pauses, biting his lip, his eyes darting up from your pussy to your face. “Is this okay?”

He waits for you to nod, giving you the most brilliant smile before he slowly pushes in.

“Ohhh shiiiiiiiit,” he groans, inching in and then pausing to gather himself before he continues. He swallows and circles your clit with his thumb, the lube from the condom mixing with your slick, before he presses the vibrator to your bundle of nerves. He moves it lightly, mirroring the pattern he drew with his fingers seconds before.

He gasps when you jump, “Oh, fuck, maybe a bad idea? I can feel the vibrations through you and you're squeezing me so hard.” He whines at the end. 

You swallow, little moans escaping your lips as he finally pushes completely inside. You’d underestimated how thick he’d feel, how he’d stretch you so perfectly. The pleasure is so high it’s almost to the point of pain. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” he breathes hard, shifting a little to get comfortable. “Gonna make you come again, yeah? Please?” 

“Cecil,” you whine, rocking softly against him as the vibrator sends shivers through your nerves. 

“Can I?” 

You nod, “Please, please, please. Need you to, just move.” You buck against him and he hisses. 

“No, no, no, we're just gonna stay like this and,” he shifts, leaning down so he can kiss you, one hand awkwardly pressed between your bodies to keep the vibrator in place. 

He slips his tongue into your mouth greedily, drinking down your moans as he rolls his hips, barely pulling out. 

You grab onto him for dear life, tugging at his shoulders as you move with him, matching his hypnotising pace. 

Sweat beads and slides between your bodies as each of your movements start to grow more frantic and desperate. 

He rolls his hips and the way he drags and presses against you hits a spot inside that sends a jolt of electricity through your limbs. 

Your cry is muffled by his lips, but still powerful. 

Cecil gasps, his spine arching. “Oh, fuck, fuck, that good?” He bites his lip, his brow pinched together in concentration as he focuses on repeating his thrust perfectly. 

You grab at him, unable to form words as he hits it again, suffocating in the sensation. 

“God, that's good, right? You’re, fuck, you’re fucking pulsating around me, oh!” He groans, snapping his hips, unable to hold himself back any longer. 

He whines, low and needy as he thrusts, rapidly, your name falling from his lips with every breath. “I can't, I can't, I can't-”

You tense, your head thrown back in a silent scream as your orgasm rips along your spine leaving only ashes in its wake. 

Cecil groans, high-pitched as you tense and spasm around him. It barely takes him a second to follow you, spilling violently in the condom. 

He collapses on top of you, blinking hard and then struggling to get off you, “Sorry, sorry, sor-”

You grab him by the back of the neck and pull him into a long, sweet kiss. 

He sighs happily, relaxing against you. “That was really nice.” He mumbles. “Can I make you pancakes in the morning?”

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I had always had a bit of a chubby belly.

Unfortunately this fact led to this fateful night. I didn’t think I could get pregnant as I had been told I was infertile years ago by some bullshit doctor. I hadn’t seemed to notice my belly getting slightly larger over the months. It hasn’t popped however.

The last few days I’ve been having some issues with cramps. I had thought maybe it had been something I ate. Oh how wrong I was. I could never have foreseen having four babies inside of me all this time.

It’s a Friday and I’m driving back to visit my family for the weekend. I’ve been in some pain all day but I’ve pulled through even when a tums didn’t help. I breathe out as another cramp rocks my body and I shift forward in an attempt to alleviate my discomfort.

“ohhhhh….”

I let out a groan. The pain has been getting worse. I put a hand on my belly and rub it, trying to sooth the pain. I grip the wheel tighter. The pain subsides again and I sit back with a sigh.

“Fuck…. Ohhh god another….”

The next cramp comes so soon. I strain a little, feeling the urge to push. I just assume I have to use the bathroom. I’ll need to find a rest stop quick. The pain peeks then dies down again. But once more it starts up after just a few breaths.

“OH GOD!!! HHRGGGG!”

I cant stop myself. I’m pushing the head down my birth canal. I’m panting hard as I lift my ass up a little when the pressure suddenly intensifies. How could a man be pregnant without knowing?

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH…! OH IM ABOUT TO POOP!!”

I cry out in pain as something nestled behind my entrance. I grip the wheel, sobbing as I push hard. With a scream and another push the head gushes out of me and into my jeans. I scream again, is that a baby?! Oh god it’s baby! I’m giving birth! The head turns and the baby rushes out of me and into my tight pants with a gush. I yank the wheel and pull over. I unzip my pants and shakily draw out the baby who has already started to cry.

“W-What…?”

I stare at it in shock, but I don’t have time to think. Suddenly I scream, there’s another. I place the first baby in the seat next to me and I sit back, my legs on the dash board. I sob as I try to pull my pants down a little but I’m having to push.

“NO I CANT BE PREGNANT!! OH IT HURTS SO BAD!!” My legs shake as I try to get the baby out faster. Suddenly the head shoots out then the shoulders and body. But as soon as it’s out I’m pushing once more. I grip the seat. I don’t have time to get the first baby out of my pants. The next baby is smaller and has already started to crown.

“AGGGREREGGGG AAAAAAH!!!! GET OUT OF ME!!!!!” I screech as the baby slips out into my pants next to its sibling. Finally I’m done… or so I think. I lower my legs and get the baby’s out. There’s a little twinge of a contraction but I ignore it. I call 911, and as I’m explaining what happened I have to push.

“Yes I’m on the side of the road, I- OHHH OH GOD THERES ANOTHER BABY!! OH PLEASE PLEASE HELP I CANT DO IT AGA-AAHHHHH AHHHHH!! OH IT BURNS!!”

I scream down the phone. The baby forces its way down me. I half stand up, pulling my pants down just as the baby crowns. It shoved my boxers down as it moves out painfully.

“ITS HHUUUUUUUUUGGEEEEE! ITS COMING OUTTTT OF MEEEEEE!”

Suddenly the baby pops half out. I’m sobbing with the baby half in me when the ambulance finally reaches us. They watch me give birth again as they pull open my door.

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3 - I'm tired, but I want to be unhinged

"Politely, go fuck yourself amazing author. Everytime you get me with these updates and I keep coming back like a chump. Thank you for feeding me."

"I am forever at your feet, nibbling on whatever morsels you drop to me. Seriously, I am so excited/tainted/unhinged/obsessed/horny for this."

"What the fuck. How do you even think of this amazing stuff? WHERE DOES IT COME FROM, TELL MEEEEEE? Thank you for the update 🙌"

"From me to you, lovingly, how dare you do this to me? I won't beg for it. You want me to, don't you? Well I won't. I have morals, and values. I won't degrade m- OKAY, I'LL FUCKING BEG. Please, please, please, pleaseeeee I need more *rolling on the floor in feral position."

"My heart is telling me to be kind. My brain is out for your blood. Thank you, kind author, for finally breaking me."

"NOoooOoooooOOOOoooooOooooooOooooOoooOOOOOOOOO"

(Australian edit) "NnAaaAauUuuuUuWwrrRrReeEiiiggGghh"

"*rubs forehead* I promised myself I wouldn't get invested. I knew that you would do this, you evil, evil author. But here I am, 3am, in tears, regretting the day I ever clicked on this fic. I am so codependent on this fic. You have no idea. Update immediately, or I may have to go to the hospital to be sedated. Honestly though, great job, best chapter yet."

"This is the ghost of (commenter), I would just like you to know I died, and my family will charge my funeral expenses to you. Since you are the one who killed me."

"It's well past my bedtime, and I am actually growing braincells by reading this magnificent fic."

4 - I commented feedback once and the author went off on me

Note: It's hard to give feedback without knowing the person. It might be good to point out what you did like about their writing, so they do more of it. Or be curious about the direction or choices the author is making

"I really enjoyed the part where (describe), you did a great job showing the emotion, I felt as if I was there with them. Great work."

"This line (quote) was amazing/hilarious/superb/your best yet"

"AAAAHHHHDJDGSSGZGSGS, When they (a certain part of the chapter) I lost my damn mind! Amazing job getting the visceral reaction from me. More like this pleeease 😆"

"I really thought (scenario, or reaction) was going to happen, but you surprised me. I'm curious to see where this goes."

"This chapter slapped! It was concise and engaging. Well done."

What other ideas, reasons, or situations have you unable to leave a comment? Let me know, I'll update it.

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Floating comment box for noting your reactions as you read.

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With A Little Help From My Friends ⋆⁺₊❅.

Alexandra Saint Mleux ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Formula 1 college hockey team social media AU! Instagram Edition

The tight-knit college hockey team, the Silver Blades, run by team captain Max Verstappen, isn't just about scoring goals—it's a chosen family. On and off the ice, the team has each other's backs, whether that's through college assignments, throwing awesome parties, or winning the championship together. Follow these overworked, tired, college students as they post through their day-to-day life.

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AlexandraSaint long time coming

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RandomHater God dumb swifities and making everything about her. 🙄

ItsYourname watch where u sleep 👁👁 (liked by AlexandraSaint)

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RandomFan UGHHHHHH JUST KILLLL MEEEEEE WHY DOES HE GET HER????? (liked by ItsYourname)

ItsYourname oh!

ItsYourname so he's the reason i was drinking coffee by myself this morning, hm

ChaLeclerc Not my fault she likes me more

AlexandraSaint Charles do not start this with her again, you know she always ends up winning and you get your feelings hurts (liked by ItsYourname)

ChaLeclerc She is mean!

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AlexandraSaint LILYYYYYYY literally just for the day!!!!! (liked by LilyMuniHe)

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CharLeclerc Oh my godf (liked by AlexandraSaint)

CharLeclerc Oh mon dieu comment (liked by AlexandraSaint) Oh my god how

CharLeclerc Alex please I need to breathe today (liked by AlexandraSaint)

CharLeclerc tu es parfait, tu es à moi, tu es tout, tes yeux, tes lèvres, tes cheveux, tu es parfait dans tous les sens imaginables un jour je vais t'épouser et nous passerons le reste de notre vie ensemble (liked by AlexandraSaint) you are perfect, you are mine, you are everything, your eyes, your lips, your hair, you are perfect in every way imaginable one day I will marry you and we will spend the rest of our lives together

Franco43Colapinto holy yap! 😭🙏

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OscarJP I think you've broken charles (liked by AlexandraSaint)

AlexandraSaint sorry son

OscarJP Please by all god 🙏 Do not call me that

CharLeclerc Oscar Jack Piastri do NOT speak to your mother like that (liked by AlexandraSaint and ItsYourname)

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ItsYourname you are the prettiest muse i have ever had, I want to shoot pictures of your forever

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Franco43Colapinto i noticed one franco was not invited to the hangout? Since when did it get cool to uninvited the cool people estoy muy confundido y curioso?

AlexandraSaint franco we literally asked you to go but you said and i quote "this is the worse hangover i will ever have, i cannot cope and will never drink again, please go on without me"

Franco43Colapinto i didn't actually mean go 🙄

AlexandraSaint no seas tan estúpido tengo algo de sopa para ti 🙄 don't be so stupid I have some soup for you

LandoNorris4 i think in another life i was meant to be your guys fourth roomate

LandoNorris4 like yeah wresting time and video game marathon nights with the boys are fun but my true potential was to be sipping a warm chai with my girls gossiping

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Albono Nono I know exactly what he means (liked by AlexandraSaint)

CharLeclerc 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

CharLeclerc That is a lot of bags and my credit card is gone

AlexandraSaint i think leo took it again?

RandomFan One strand of her hair, and I'm copying her whole life

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